“Because,” I said, “I was just having a fantasy about another guy.”
Samantha raised an eyebrow at me. “Really?” she asked in an irritable tone. “You could just say that.”
I asked, “But why would I lie? What would be the point? Everything else changed.”
“Because I don’t think you’d admit to being gay is all,” she explained. “I’m guessing that guys who look like you don’t go advertising that they’re gay.”
Once again I felt she was falling onto incorrect stereotypes. Obviously all hugely muscled guys had to be straight, apparently. But then an idea came to mind. “OK, I think I can prove it to you. How much do you trust me?”
She looked at me questioningly. “A lot,” she said slowly.
“Just ‘a lot,’ not completely?” I asked.
“Well…yea, I guess ‘completely,’” she said.
“Alright then,” I said. With a wry smile I said, “I wish you would turn into the guy from my fantasy.”
“WHAT?!?” she exploded at me. She had a very worried look on her face. “I don’t want to be a gay guy!”
“Neither did I,” I said. “But I did it for you, so you can do this for me. Besides, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it in the end.” I thought for a second, then smiled and added, “Literally.”
She shot me a dirty glance but didn’t say anything else as she felt the changes begin to take hold. She had clearly grown taller already as her clothes appeared smaller. Her arms grew further out of her sleeves. Her legs appeared as her pants gradually rode up her body. Her midriff was exposed and it was already showing increased muscle. Her shirt and pants soon began rip apart due to the combination of her increasing muscle and her overall increasing size.
As her shirt and pants ripped apart and fell off her enlarging body, her feet tore through her socks and shoes. Her feet were several sizes larger and clearly masculine in appearance. Her legs were also as large and muscular as my own. The thin pair of panties she wore quickly ripped off as her waist grew thicker and stronger. I looked at her upper body just in time to see her bra rip apart and fall off. Her breasts were already smaller and continued to grow shrink back into her chest. A look of disappointment spread across her face as she watched her breasts vanish.
Her shoulders broadened as her arms and hands thickened. Her arms grew as muscle-laden as mine while her hands increased to masculine proportions. As her breasts finished reshaping into well-toned pectoral muscles, her shoulder length hair shortened into her scalp. The light blond color changed into a dark brown. She frantically grabbed at her shortening hair but quickly released it. It seemed that she knew it was futile, but she also seemed stunned by her larger hands.
She had grown to almost my height, perhaps an inch or two shorter. The two most dramatic changes had yet to take place. Just as her hair stopped changing, leaving her with a closely cropped head of brown hair, her groin began to change. A small piece of skin emerged from her pussy and quickly formed itself into a cock. Her small cock wasted no time in growing longer and thicker. The rest of her pussy sealed up and her vaginal lips dropped down behind her growing cock. Testicles formed inside the skin and she moaned. Her voice sounded like her normal voice, but somewhat deeper. She could not help but reach down and finger her cock as it continued to grow.
The final change happened next. A noticeable lump formed on her throat and as it did she groaned in a progressively deeper voice. Meanwhile her face altered as the soft curves of her chin and cheeks became rough and angled. The change must have caused her some pain because she stopped touching her cock and instead put her hands on her face. She continued to groan as her nose grew bigger and her lips became less prominent. Her eyebrows thickened and changed color to match her new hair. Her face was now that of the man from my fantasy. I noticed that she reached up to the top of her head. A look of confusion was now on her face as she shook her head violently from side to side.
After a few seconds she stopped doing that as the changes were complete. She took stock of herself and touched her body in several different places. When she saw the torn pieces of clothing at her feet she looked confused again. Then she looked at me. She moved her head up and down in examination of my body. Then she looked me in the eye and smiled out of one side of her mouth. Her hand reached down to her cock and she stroked it ever so slightly. I gathered she did that intentionally. Then she said in a deep voice, “How are you doing?”
“I’m great,” I said. I couldn’t help but touch my cock as well. “So how do you feel, Samantha?”
Then she stopped stroking her cock and looked confused again. She asked, “Who’s Samantha?”