Venusanol

I'm 26 and I've always been the type of person
who blends into a crowd really easily. There is nothing remarkable about
me. At the time my story starts, I was a computer programmer with a really
small company in Louisville, KY.

My self esteem had never been very high. This all probably stemmed from the
fact that never considered myself a very attractive person. I was seeing a
therapist who was helping me with some of these issues but I was always just
hung up on my looks. Finally, he told me about a new medication that might
be able to help. He said it was called Venusanol but it is was still in the
experimental stages. What this medicine did, he told me, was to, very
slowly over time, increased the attractiveness of those who took it. He
gave me the name and number of a local clinic for a pharmaceutical company
that was conducting ongoing trials on this experimental drug and said for me
to contact them if I wanted to join the study.

That afternoon, after our session, I called the clinic and set up an
appointment. About a week later I showed up at the appointed time.

When I got there, I had to fill out many forms with some unusual questions
on it. For example, one of them asked about my living situation like how
many people I lived with (none), where the closest member of my family
lived, how many close friends I had, etc. I was a little shy about this
because my family all lived in Ohio and I didn't have very many friends to
speak of. I lived a very solitary existence. After filling out the surveys
I was brought into a room by a nurse who told me a little bit more about the
medication. She told me how it worked (I don't remember - I'm in computers,
not medicine...) and she read me off a list of possible side effects -
things like high blood pressure, trouble swallowing, and some rare sexual
side effects. I should have asked more questions about the sexual
side-effects but I was so blinded by my desire to become more attractive
that it didn't even occur to me.

Next, she said that they would have to do an extensive physical examination
so that they could monitor my progress over time. This was really unusual.
She brought in another nurse and said that I had to take off all of my
clothing. Then they recorded just about every one of my measurements you
could think of. They measured the circumference of my head, my waist size,
the length of my arms & legs, height, weight, and just about anything &
everything else. The most uncomfortable part was when they had to measure
my penis. This was really strange but, once again, I was blinded by the
promises of the medicine so I went along. They actually had me get an
erection so they could get an acurate measure of my length and girth. They
also measured the size of my testicles.

Finally, once they were done, I put on my clothes and they left the room to
analyze all of the data. A doctor entered the room 10 minutes later and
told me that all of the information they had gathered indicated that I was a
good candidate for the new treatment. He then had me sign a lot
of disclaimers, gave me a copy of each one, gave me a month's supply of the
Venusanol and sent me on my way.

I was so excited about the medicine that I stopped at the first gas station
I saw on my way home, bought a bottled water, and took my first dose.

A few days later, I thought I began noticing changes already. I noticed
that my apetite had gone down a lot, and I thought that I had lost some
weight, although my body seemed to still be a little soft. It wasn't until
about a week later that I began noticing more drastic changes. Although I
knew I was losing weight, my pants were beginning to not fit quite right.
My hips seemed to have been getting slightly wider. I could almost swear
that my butt and thighs were gaining weight because when I sat down they
seemed to expand to each side a lot more than I thought they used to. My
arms were noticably thinner and I had lost weight in my torso area. Also,
my beard was growing much slower. I typically have a very thick beard and
I've had to shave daily since high school but now I was getting away with
shaving only every other day. The hair on my legs and arms seemed to have
been becoming a lighter shade as well.

About a week later I noticed something much more troubling. My dick was
getting smaller. It had happened slowly over time but now I realized that,
fully erect, it was now about an inch shorter than it used to be. And, I
wasn't sure, but it seemed like my balls had shrunk a little, too. At first
I began to panic a little bit but then I remembered that it seemed like the
medicine was working in other areas. I was still losing weight and I
thought I looked much more attractive so I continued taking the medicine.
But two days later I finally had to break down and go shopping for some new
pants.

The lady at the store was very helpful but we noticed something strange. No
size felt just right. The cut was wrong or something. So finally, she said
she had an idea and she went to another department and came back with
several pair of pants which seemed to fit just right. When I asked her
where she got them, she told me they were from the women's department. I
was really embarrased but they felt good and you couldn't easily tell they
were women's so I bought them anyway.

That night I got on the internet do buy some more women's jeans (it was less
embarrasing that way...) and bought some stuff that looked
half-masculine. Then I realized I was feeling a little horny so I decided
to look up some porn. I went to a sight that promised large-breasted women
and felt myself get hard after a few minutes. I unzipped my pants and
pulled my member out through the hole in the front of my boxers and I was
hit with another wave of shock. I hadn't noticed, but over the last two
days I had shrunk another inch or so. I was now about 5 inches long,
noticeably shorter than my old 7 inches. But I was still turned on by the
women on my computer screen and the strangest thing was that I was slightly
turned on by the fact that I had shrunk a little bit. I stroked myself a
little bit while looking at the women on the screen but then I had an idea
that had never occured to me before. In a strange mixture of curiosity and
shame, I went to another website. This one specialized in chicks with
dicks. I couldn't deny that I was extremely turned on. I quickly finished
masturbating and felt a little ashamed afterwards that I had been turned on
by a woman with huge breasts and a penis. I had actually imagined being
with her, feeling the soft supple skin of her large breasts pressed up
against my back and her rock hard cock pressed up against me, searching for
my asshole. I lay in bed afterwards, feeling a little shock at what I had
done. I had never been turned on by stuff like that but, in a strange way,
it felt almost natural, not as alien as I would have thought. Thinking
about this, I began to recall the images and I started to get turned on
again. But this time, instead of massaging my cock back to life, I moved it
aside and found myself massaging the skin under my ballsack. It felt
incredibly good and I noticed something strange that I hadn't noticed
before. My skin there was indented slightly into my body. It was just a
small crease and I couldn't remember if it had been there before but all I
knew was that it felt incredibly good to massage myself there. Then I began
to fondle my balls and then realized that they, like my penis, were also
much smaller. Each one was only about twice as large as a marble. But my
shock was overshadowed by how turned on I was getting. Without thinking, my
other hand had gradually began to massaged my chest. To my surprise, I
seemed to have gained a little bit of weight up there. My chest seemed a
little swolen around my nipples but ther was no pain so I just went with the
flow. I noticed that as my body shuddered a little bit I could feel the
soft flesh on my chest shake up and down like it never had before. Shortly
after that, I had another orgasm, cleaned up, and went to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up, the first thought in my mind was the memory
of my masturbatory frenzy of the night before. When I went to the bathroom
and stripped down for my shower, I took a long hard look at myself in the
mirror. I looked the same and yet... different. My face was a lot softer
around the edges. I didn't have any facial stubble to speak of. The hair
on my arms, legs, underarms, and chest appeared to have practically
disappeared. My butt and thights were a little bigger although my waistline
had definitely gotten smaller. Then I remembered the softness on my chest
from the night before and examined myself in more detail. I massaged my
chest and realized that it felt really good. I was wrong last night - I
didn't have just a little bit more flesh there, I actually had quite a bit.
And my nipples seemed... different. They actually looked about twice as
large as I remembered them and they had become less definined around the
edges. And strangest of all was the fact that they poked out a little bit
more than I remembered. Then I remembered the small indentation under my
scrotum and I felt for it again. I found it and I I realized I could stick
my finger in about half an inch before meeting any resistence. This was all
very strange but, like the night before, it still turned me on in a way I
was almost ashamed of.

When I got into the shower I washed up as quickly as I could, all the while
thinking about these changes and my memories of being so turned on the night
before. Before I could help myself, I began to masturbating again. But the
thoughts were definitely none I had ever imagined in the past while
masturbating. I imagined myself in a communal shower like in gym class in
high school. In this daydream, I was a woman with large, beautiful breasts
and instead of a penis I had a vagina. But I was not alone. In the shower
with me were two women... but they were not all women. Between thier legs
they each had huge, throbbing, 10-inch erect cocks. One stood behind me and
told me to bend over and after I did, she entered me from behind. The other
positioned herself right in front of my face and, without being told, I
begain going down on her hungrily. Just as they both came in me in my
daydream, I exploded in the shower. After I dried off and got out, I looked
at myself in the mirror again. But this time I was so ashamed of myself for
masturbating to those images that I couldn't look myself in the eye and I
began getting ready for work and started off on my day.

For the next few days I tried to distract myself from everything that was
going on. I got my new pants in the mail and started wearing those. But I
had a new problem now. My boxers weren't fitting right. My ass had grown
so much that they were hard to put on. I bought a pair that was a little
larger and it fit ok but the waist was too loose. I knew what I had to do
but I didn't want to think about it. Finally, that night at around 2am,
after tossing and turning all night, trying to sleep, I got out of bed and
got on the internet and purchased 5 pair of women's underwear. I didn't
pick out anything very exotic. They were all just plain white panties. But
then, I was overcome by curiousity and before I even realized what I was
doing, I was browsing the thongs. I bought two. I couldn't help it, but
all I could think about was wearing a thong and looking at myself in the
mirror. I imagined how great my ass would look. I tried to ignore these
thoughts, but they kept me up another 30 minutes until I realized that the
only way I would get any sleep would be if I would just masterbate and get
it over with.

It had been several days since I had let myself do this. In fact, it had
been several days since I had even taken a close look at the changes that
were going on in my body. when I pulled down my pants and started to
massage myself, I was struck with horror, shock, and a strange sexual
excitement all at the same time. My dick had shunk again over the last few
days. It was now only about 3 inches long, fully erect. Curiosity overcame
me and I decided to inspect my balls. I coulnd't find them. Sure, my
ballsack was still there but it had actually shriveled up a little bit right
around the area where I had that strange indention/fold in my scrotum. I
inspected this area, too, and discovered that I could fit two fingers into
it now, fully all the way up to my second knuckle before meeting skin
inside. And, finally, I inspected my chest. I now had breasts. They were
not that big. No one else probably noticed them, but they were definitely
there. I had almost a full handful on each side. And my nipples were much
more sensitive. I went into the bathroom to look at them in the mirror and
I was shocked - the area around my niples - the aureoles, were about four
times as large as they had been before I began taking my medicine. I went
back to bed and lay there for a minute, absently fondling myself. I
wouldn't let myself think about what this all implied. Something was going
incredibly wrong. I was becoming a woman. The strangest part of all was
that, as much as this thought horrified me, it also turned me on a little.
Everytime I thought about how hard it would be to adjust to a new life my
thoughts would drift to how it would feel to look down at my body and to see
two huge breasts, to finger my vagina, to feel someone inside of me. I was
no longer just fondling myself. At this point I was trying my hardest to
finger myself in the small new opening I had disovered while pinching my
niples with my other hand. Soon I began to come but this time there was no
ejaculation. And I didn't feel as ashamed of myself afterwards. I was just
more turned on. Finally, somehow, I fell asleep.

Two days later my underwear came in the mail. As I opened the package, my
hands were shaking with excitement. I grabbed one of the thongs and headed
straight to the bedroom where I completely undressed in front of the full
length mirror and put on the thong. I was so turned on I could hardly
stand. My chest had swollen even more and my nipples now stuck out very
noticeably and the aureole's around them were shockingly large. You could
still see a small bump where my penis was and it's size (or lack of size)
turned me on. Then, I turned around to get a look at my backside. I could
feel myself getting really warm in my midsection as I took in the view. My
butt was so big and round I began massaging myself without even thinking
about it. I'd had a good idea of how much I'd grown but the thong somehow
made it look even larger. I crawled into bed and rubbed my small penis and
imagined wearing nothing but the thong, standing in front of a beautiful
woman. She has me turn around to give her the full view and as I do so, she
begins to undress. Her breasts are incredible but not nearly as enticing as
the hungry look in her eyes. As she continues to undress, I realized she
has an 8 inch rock hard penis. Finally, she has me lie down on my stomach.
She takes off my underwear, spreads my legs, and fucks me hard from behind.
Every now and then I would imagine her leaning down and I would feel her
breasts pressed to my back and she would pull my hair and make me beg for
more. I lay there on my stomach trying to finger myself until small orgasms
rippled through my body.

Every day for the next 4 or 5 days were pretty much the same. I would go to
work and try my best not to think about what was going on inside of me. I
would try to ignore the erotic thoughts that were occuring more and more
often. When I got home in the evenings I would inspect myself again, which
usually turned into more masturbating and fantasizing. My fantasies were
always very similar. I always thought about beautiful women with large,
soft breasts, a huge cock, and a voracious sexual appetite. To my surprise
and relief, there was never a man in my fantasies.

By the end of that week, it became clear to me that I was about to pass the
point where I could pretend everything was ok at work. My breasts had grown
until they were at least a B or C but luckily I had enough loose-fitting
shirts to where no one noticed. The rest of my body was taking on a
feminine shape, and my hair was even getting longer. The next day at work I
made up some story about how my mom was sick and I had to go back to Ohio
for a few weeks. I didn't know what my plan was but my follow up visit with
the clinic was in a week and I'm sure they would make things right. (But,
at this point, I wasn't entirely sure I even wanted them too...)

By now, my penis had almost disappeared. All I had left was a very small
piece of skin about half an inch long and about as wide as a pencil. And
when I urinated, the urine did not come out of my penis but out of a small
hole that had someohow formed just under it. But the strange thing is that
i could still get a very small erection. I couldn't masterbate like I used
to but I discovered I could make myself dizzy with pleasure by grinding on
something like a pillow. My ball sack had also entirely disappeared and it
appeared that the skin from that area was reforming into what looked like a
vagina. The hole that had been forming was now very different. I could fit
three fingers inside and I could fit them in as far as they would go. they
met no resistence. and the flesh on the insde was also changing. It was
becoming very soft and it felt really good to explore myself down there.
And when I got really turned on, the area became very wet.

I spent the next few days inside. Whenever I needed anything I would go to
a grocery store on the other side of town so that no one would recognize
me. When I was at home I would spend half my time trying to distract myself
from what was going on and the other half of the time indulging in fantasies
and masturbating. One day I did a thorough self examination and realized
that I had almost completely become female. I now had a fully formed
vagina. My penis seemed to have evolved in a very sensitive clitoris. My
breasts were at least a full C. My facial features were now completely
those of a beautiful woman. I decided that I would finally have to buy a
bra. I went to the underwear store (by now I was unmistakably a woman) and
tried on several sizes and finally settled on a 36C.

Over the next three days, it became apparent that my breasts were still
growing. I could no longer even fit them comfortably in the bra I had
bought only three days before. When I stood in front of a mirror and
inspected myself, I realized that I could just barely cover up one of
my nipples/aureoles with one hand, they had grown so much. So, the day
before I was to go to the clinic I went to a department store on the other
side of town and discovered I was now a 36D. When I went home and tried on
my new bra I got really turned on. I began to masturbate and after about
two minutes I was in absolute ecstacy. I imagined myself with two shemales,
one on each side, facing me, while I lay on my side Each one was kissing
and caressing me until finally I tell them they can have me. First the one
in front reaches down to my vagina, spreads open my lips, and
slowly, gently inserts her thick, 11 inch cock. She wraps her arms around
me and begins kissing me, exploring my mouth with her tongue. She reaches
around me and spreads my butt cheeks to either side and the woman behind me
begins to slowly, gently enter me from behind, all 8 inches of her. She
goes really slowly so my muscles relax and it doesn't hurt, all the
while kissing my shoulders and caressing my thighs with her fingers. When
she is all the way inside of me, the three of us begin moving in unison.
Their movements are so synconized that I can almost feel them rubbing up
against each other inside of me. The boundaries between our three bodies
seem to vanish and we all descend into an incredible chaos of orgasms.

The next day I brought all of my paperwork with me to the clinic. I gave
the receptionist my patient number and she directed me to a different
waiting room. I open the doorway and step into a room that looks very
similar to the first one. But when the door closed behind me, I thought I
heard an extra click. I turned aorund and tried to open it but I found it
was locked. A small part of me began to feel panic for some reason. Why
would they lock me in the room? I try not to think about it and find a seat
in the waiting room. Other than the receptionist, I am the only
person there. There are no magazines or anything so I decide to flip
through the legal information they had me sign when I initially got the
medication.

As I read the information, I begin to get angy at myself for not reading it
before I signed it all. This stuff was really strange. First of all, I had
to sign a disclosure that said that the potential side-effects of the
medication had been explained to me and that all of my questions had been
answered and that, in the case of sexual side-effects, I would not seek
damages from the pharmeceutical company or anyone else associated with the
drug study. I figured that must be pretty standard so I read the next one.
The next form sent a shiver up my spine. By signing this form, I had agreed
that, in the case of extreme side-effects, I would allow the pharmaceutical
company to study those side effects in any manner they deemed necessary, so
long as there was no possible threat to my physical well-being. It said
that in the case of severe sexual side effects, I would be interred at one
of their research facilities for as long as they deemed necessary.

My hands began to shake as a nurse opened a door and said "Mrs. Smith, the
doctor will see you now."