Suck my dick! - Literally - FTM transformation

Be careful what you wish for - and don't tell people to suck your dick if you don't have one. 

It was one of those nights again - Daniel had picked another fight. Emma and her boyfriend Daniel argued often. It was as if this was their favourite pastime. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t like his attitude, either.

He had a tendency to make dumb remarks, and would proceed to pick fights if Emma didn’t respond. This would lead to screaming matches between the two – without a real winner.

Tonight’s screaming match would come to an interesting conclusion.

It had started with another remark from Emma’s boyfriend – he’d made fun of how she looked in her new jeans. Her ass looked fat.

She’d begun defending herself, and Daniel in turn got defensive.

“I can’t help it, babe,” he said nonchalantly, with a sly grin on his face.

Emma lost it. “How about you suck my dick!” she shouted.

Of course she’d meant it rhetorically – perhaps she should’ve said “fuck off” or “leave me alone” instead.

But no – she chose to say “suck my dick”.

“Fine,” her boyfriend said. “I will.”

He was grinning maliciously – as if he knew something Emma didn’t.

Little did Emma know, she’d said the magic words.

She began to feel strange – a tingling sensation in her crotch. Forgetting her anger, Emma slid a hand down her pants to scratch her crotch – only to find a strange bulge underneath her panties. She slid a finger inside to feel what the strange mass was, only to find that it was her clitoris, significantly enlarged, peeking out from in between her labia – and it was steadily growing.

“What the fuck?” she yelped, moving her hand further don to feel the rest of her crotch – but she couldn’t find her vaginal opening. It was slowly growing shut, and the clitoris was still steadily increasing in size.

It continued to swell, to the point where Emma’s pants were too tight to fit – the zipper slowly began to come undone, and the button threatened to pop as her pink panties peeked through the zipper hole.

Emma quickly undid the button, and her new friend enthusiastically sprung from her panties – still getting bigger.

Her balls had grown to the point that they, too, had outgrown the limited amount of pink fabric.

There she stood, panties and jeans around her ankles, sporting a massive boner.

Daniel couldn’t contain his laughter. “You told me to suck your dick, didn’t you?” he said. “Be careful what you wish for, Emma.”

“F-fine...” Emma mumbled; she felt horny enough to get past her embarrassment – her dick was practically begging to be sucked, and her boyfriend was clearly willing.

“Get on your knees,” she demanded. “Get sucking.”

Daniel did as he was told, and surprisingly well at that – Emma moaned as his lips glided across her new member. It felt better than being eaten out – and she never wanted to feel anything else.

The sound of ripping fabric was heard as her thighs began to grow – she was growing taller. Several inches of leg and torso were added in a few brief moments, as the swelling of her feet caused her shoes to burst. She'd been a size six before, but now - size eight, nine?

Five feet had turned into six. Her shirt had torn at the sleeves as her biceps had swollen up to the size of what previously had been her thighs.

Not only that – her bra felt both tighter and looser at once. Tighter at the shoulders - she was sure at least one of the bands had snapped entirely, but strangely empty in the cups, where fat covered by skin had previously been hugging the fabric.

She opened her eyes and looked down – her boobs had turned to pecs. Why was he wearing one, anyway? Where'd he even get a bra? Who was Emma?

Ethan grabbed his boyfriend’s head, pushing him into his crotch.

“More,” he begged, his voice now deep. “More.”

Hair had sprouted all over his body – thick and dark. The tight girl’s clothes were torn and damaged, straining against his new form. He'd have to throw those away later... 

He didn’t even remember ever being a girl. He was a gay man, getting his dick sucked by the man he loved.

Afterward, he’d be sure to return the favour.