Ever return from a weekend and know someone’s been messing with your space?
That was how Stewart found his room when he opened his door. Surprisingly no one had touched his computer, game collection, collectable figurines, or anime box sets, instead it looked as though someone had collapsed on his bed. His bedsheets were wrinkled and messy and when he touched his blanket he could have sworn it was damp.
“Did someone have a friend over again?” Stewart demanded bitterly. He hated his roommates friends, they were all party dudes who were always loud and obnoxious. They liked to mock him for his interests and hobbies at every turn. If he could have had better roommates he would, but he was stuck with the guys he roomed with.
He burst in to Lane’s room but found it empty, knocking on Greg’s door yielded nothing, but when he approached Mason’s door he heard another voice. A girl’s voice, a feminine moan and giggle while bed springs squeaked and the distinct sound of flesh slapping a giant flesh filled the air. That son of a bitch had a girl over and by the sounds of it they were fucking hard.
Stewart listened, a writhing jealousy filling him. Why did guys like Mason get girls while he was stuck as a virgin? Why couldn’t he attract a woman and break the campus rules by fucking her in his bed. Her shook angrily and retreated back to his room, throwing himself on his seemingly damp bed in anger.
That dampness was from sweat and it just so happened that the sweat contained trace amounts of the very potion that had transformed Janette. As Stewart lay there on his bed his body began to absorb that fluid and his skin began to tingle, eventually spreading to his dick and making it stand erect.
Masturbation was his only outlet when it came to sex and he’d just heard the sounds of Mason fucking a girl so he was pretty turned on. He stripped down nude, throwing his clothes aside and bundled himself up under his sweaty blankets and turned some hentai on.
He beat his meat to those hot anime girls, not noticing that he was getting really sweaty, like so sweaty it was starting to soak his blankets. He panted as his weight dropped, all his excess fat and height leaking out of him as sweat. He panted while streams of it began to run down his body soaking his brown hair to his face and all his body hair drip off him as liquid. His blankets began to squish with a warm dampness while his hair fell into his eyes. He had to brush the soaking wet locks out of his eyes. First brown, then then reddish, then a natural red, then an unnatural red, and finally a bright unnatural crimson.
His weight retreated from his chest, burning off as sweat and as it didn’t shrink uniformity. His waist lost a lot of weight to the liquid while his chest barely lost any, forming a vague feminine shape. His entire torso went from that of a fat guy to the shapely curves of a sexy woman. He was jerking off into a pool of liquid by that point, it splashed below him and dropped onto the floor, soaking into the carpet and dousing his clothes. They changed, going from a big sweater and baggy jeans with crusty underwear to a skirt, bra, long socks, and a form fitting sweater with cat ears on the hood.
“Oh god,” he moaned as his bedsheets changed colour. Underneath in that pool of sweat his body had dripped weight off and left him with a feminine figure. A shapely ass, two huge breasts, a thin waist, dainty arms and legs, and a girly face so cute and filled with passion. He was literally a girl besides his dick. He had round perky nipples, a fantastic figure, and unnatural red hair like the girls in the anime’s he loved so much. His sweat had collided with the piles of discarded clothes changing them all to match his new body frame. His decor had shifted though it remained just as geeky, and finally his dick came dislodged, pulling out of her body and revealing a vagina in its place.
Her dick changed texture in her hands, transforming from flesh into plastic, a huge two sided dildo with ribbing on one end and smoothness on the other. She was blissfully sweaty and couldn’t care less that he’d become a she. She was so damn happy and horny. Finally she came, and slumped onto her bed in a pool of her own sweat. It dried into her mattress and evaporated into steam, changing the last of her clothes and room into that of a girl.
“That was amazing,” she sighed, sitting up with a sultry smile on her face, now a big busted Asian girl with hair dyed a deep crimson. She felt dehydrated and could feeling semi-dry saliva in her mouth and a parched feeling in her throat. She stumbled from her room completely nude and wandered to the kitchen, filling and guzzling down so much water it was ridiculous. She panted at the sink, feeling hydration return to her and smiled sleepily. Her face was matted with sweat. There was no way she could sleep when she was that gross. She felt like she hadn’t showered in weeks, the old reek from Stewart’s body still clinging to her. So she hopped in the shower and lathered herself up with a bunch of scented bottles of wash laying about.
After playing with her tits in the shower and washing her folds clean she lay down in bed with a sigh, dressed in a shirt that said ‘anime-con Chicago’ and a pair of soft comfortable shorts that framed her ass. She could hear the distant sounds of Mason fucking that girl still and a sigh left her lips.
“Wish I wasn’t a virgin,” she sighed. Hoping that sooner rather than later a guy would fill up her cavity with his dick.