A New Set of Pipes

As far as he knew, Tom was just going to have another day on the job.  He’d gotten a call to check out an old studio apartment who suspected that the weird noises that they were hearing were due to pipes in the wall breaking.  The people who had been on the phone weren’t seemingly the brightest, having trouble answering some fairly basic questions about whether there was any water damage, so, he headed out to take a look himself.  It meant that he had to make more trips to his truck once there to get tools he needed, but whatever, he was on the clock while making his trips.  This was about as exciting as his life got these days, but as he got there, he noticed something strange.

 

The building was tall.  Fifteen floors of studio apartments, and as he made his way through the place, he didn’t see a single guy.  Every person who he passed was a young and beautiful woman, as far as he could tell, there wasn’t a single person in this building over the age of 25.  What was even more odd was that not only were these women all opening their doors to get a look at him when he would go within eyeshot of any of their doors, but they would often lick or bite their lips as they gawked at him.  Their slim figures with tit sizes ranging from a handful size to the size of beach balls tempted him to drop his professional demeanour, but, he marched on towards the upper floors of the building.

 

When Tom finally made it to the top of the building, he heard what the call was referring to, but it wasn’t what he expected.  Instead of the sounds that he expected with clanking or banging from failing pipes, there was instead a consistent buzzing sound behind the wall.  He spotted a small hole in the wall, so, he set up his ladder and started to climb.  Before he even got halfway up, he saw what looked like a wasp coming out of the hole in the wall.  It quickly flew over and stung him. Tom didn’t manage to make a sound in surprise before the effects of the magical wasp’s sting took hold of his body.

 

Within a split second, his hips widened which ripped the trousers he was wearing at the waist, then he lost a lot of his weight.  The trousers fell off and to the ground, but Tom didn’t notice, as his waist wasn’t the only part of him that was undergoing changes.  Near his now changed waist was his dissolving cock that let out waves of pleasure unlike anything Tom had felt up until this point as it shrunk, later to learn that this is what a female orgasm felt like.  His balls retreated deep into his abdomen and his sack left an opening, forming his, or rather, her new pussy.  Tits bulged out from his chest, as his mind was flooded with thoughts about lesbian sex and about how many beautiful sluts the new Tammie could fuck if she lured more people to this magical wasp nest.  The steel toe-capped boots turned into a completely different type of boot as his uniform, or, what was left of it, shifted and remoulded itself into a leather jacket.  The buzz cut that Tom had grew out into a luscious black and blonde hairstyle.

Tom’s boring life was officially over.  It was Tammie’s life now, and she was thrilled that things turned out the way that they did.  She began to remove what few clothes she still had on her as she could already hear some of the sluts in the building giggling as they came up to welcome their newest member to the fold, and show her just how exciting her life can be.

Lucoa Legion

"It’s only going to get better from here, I promise” She cooed.

To be honest, I wasn’t too sure as to what was going on.  My friends and I were simply out on the town when we were approached by what we at first thought was a just a busty woman cosplaying as Lucoa.  However, there was something alluring about her.  It was strange, as John and Mick were the first ones who got in on the action.  The odd part was that John was the gayest guy you’d ever meet, but even he wasn’t immune to her charms, and before any of us knew it, the two of them were spitroasting this woman.

 

Within a minute, the two of them had come and that’s when things got really strange.  Myself and Henry watched mesmerised the whole time as our friends came inside of this woman and then…they started to change.  The lost their muscles, their chests swelled to match her incredible bust and their cocks withdrew until there were only womanly slits left in their place.  We watched as their clothes shifted to match hers and their body hair vanished.  Throughout it all, all I could think about was fucking these lovely ladies.  A part of me tried to fight the urge, but it was too strong.  I knew what would happen if I gave into this instinct but it was simply too strong and the next thing I knew, I was fucking the Lucoa that used to be Mick as hard as I could.  I was desperate to cum.  Something about these women was driving myself and Henry to join our other friends.  The original woman, or, the one we thought was the original at least, was egging me on, winking at me as I railed her clone and gently running her hand up and down my cheek, showing off her tits.

 

 

When I came, it was unlike anything I’d felt before.  Like pure bliss and euphoria were a physical thing that I had just been completely surrounded by.  I felt like this feeling alone…this moment was too good for me to ever feel anything negative again.  Like the sheer volume of joy and happiness that washed over me would be enough to last me an eternity.  Words cannot describe how good it felt to join the ranks of the Lucoas.  What’s more…keeping this to myself…it felt selfish to the point of being evil.  One touch on any woman would be enough to endow her with this happiness and men would need to fuck me, but I was all too happy to comply.  We are building a better world…a world of joy and happiness and busty sexy ladies everywhere…a world far closer to perfection than our current one…

The rest of the night was a blur.  I must have turned a hundred more men before the sun came up.  By the time I’d gotten home and into bed, I was so tired…and yet, so happy for the part I’d played in freeing all of those men from their lesser forms.  Everyone in this world deserves to ascend to be one of us; and soon, their time will come.  As you might expect, there was a moment of panic when I woke up the next morning…the thought that it had all just been a dream was awful, but, as I opened my eyes, I saw that it was all true and real.  I sat on the edge of my bed and decided to take a peek at my new body.

 

 

It was amazing…but a better view was in order.  I got up and looked into a mirror.  Catching a broadcast saying that this Lucoa plague as the media was calling it had covered all of London and had also taken over significant portions of every major city in the United Kingdom with early stages of infection in every major city in the world.  Absurd.  These people were so silly.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Those calling it a plague didn’t know what they were saying.  It was a divine blessing.  They would come to see that in time.  I knew it just by looking at my reflection.

 

 

There was no denying it that this form was beautiful and anyone who said otherwise was simply afraid of change.  It made my heart sing with joy knowing how many had already been cured of their ability to die, feel sadness and be unattractive.  I looked in the mirror a bit longer before making a choice.  Yes, my clothes were neat, sure, but stripping down would give any men I would come across easier access to fuck me and turn.

 

 

I stripped down and admired my reflection for a little while longer.  I look amazing, sexy, and I’m ready to spread my beauty to the rest of humanity.  With any luck, we’ll have spread this amazing blessing around the world by the end of the week.  So, what are you waiting for, come over and join me, and then you too can do your part in curing humanity!

A Look in the Mirror

Timothy slammed the door to his bathroom as he rushed in “Oh god!  God damn it, why?!” he muttered to himself.  He knew what was about to happen, as much as he tried to fight it.  He realised too late that the slut he had brought home from the club was one of them too late.  His cock was already inside of her pussy when she mentioned it.  Even as she remained quiet on the other side of the door, he knew that she no longer needed to do anything.

 

The cause of the new slut plague was unknown.  So far as anyone could tell it was some kind of magic or maybe even divine intervention.  All that was really known was the any person who made contact with an infected would quickly change themselves.

 

Timothy was hyperventilating.  He stared at his reflection in the mirror.  He did what he could to fight it.  It was no use.  His whole body tingled.  He crossed the point of no return the moment he first touched her soft skin.  Now, his own skin was softening.  His cock stayed as hard as it had ever been as it shrunk and took on its new form as a clit.  His muscles faded away and his chest swelled.  He couldn’t even take in the changes to his body as he stared at it morph.  His mind was going through a similar metamorphosis.  His thoughts of pretty much every single thing he longed for, ever interest he has, every person who he cares for…all were replaced in the space of a few seconds. 

 

Tiffany stared at the mirror taking her new form in.  All she wanted…all she would ever want from this moment forward, would be to bring about the slutpocalypse and then spend the rest of eternity in an orgy with her fellow sluts.  She adjusted her new clothes and headed out, eager for the day when she would no longer need to blend in to a world where men and non-slutty women still existed.