TG Caption - Your deepest desires

 

It's surprising that I've been a TG writer for so long and, yet, I never did a FtM transformation before. Well, it's finally here! This fine piece (that it's definitely not my best one) was made as my half of a trade. The idea was in my mind for some months, but I kept procrastinating it. Apparently, all I needed was a "push" and for that I'm grateful <3 

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Image source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/65621130

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    “If it has to do with Angela, I really don’t want to hear...” Damon protested, moving away from Joshua. Sitting on the other corner of the couch with his notebook open, the blonde man smirked. “No, dude, seriously, trust me!” He said, biting his inner cheek, preventing himself from bursting in laughter. “I should have never told you...” Damon whispered. “Man, come on, I didn’t invite you over so you could act like a little bitch on my couch. No, I invited you because I found a solution for your issues!” Joshua dramatically announced, turning the notebook’s screen to his friend’s direction. Damon couldn’t help but look at the creepy website (certainly filled with malwares), which rainbow bizarre symbols popped all over the screen.

    “How can a trojan help me?” He mocked, looking away from the stroboscopic pattern. “Dude, this shit is for real. Look, sorry for laughing when we spoke last week. Wasn’t nice. If what you told me about Angela’s desires is true, it’s not your fault you can’t fulfill them, ‘kay? Hell man, even I wouldn’t be able to satisfy a girl that many times a day!” Joshua lightly punched his friend on the shoulder, trying to avoid a new session of tears with Damon. They knew each other for a long time, but he never saw his best friend loving someone so much as he loved his fiancé, Angela. The reasons were clear: she was astonishingly beautiful, with a smile that could warm anyone’s heart; with a heart of gold, she would cry with you if necessary and would support you when you asked for; she was nearly perfect. But she was also obsessed with sex.

    No one other than Damon (or Angela’s ex-boyfriends) knew this, but her libido was absurdly high. And while she never pushed anyone to do anything against their will, Damon knew when she was needy. Still, the problem was that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep up with her rhythm. She even tried to see doctors, to check if there was anything wrong, just to hear over and over again that her body was completely normal: she was just naturally horny. And while at first it was just a weird quirk, as time passed and their marriage got closer, a wall of ice started to form between the lovers: Angela guilty for her needs and Damon guilty for not satisfying them. Afraid of watching his own marriage crumble before his eyes, Damon went to talk with the only person he could.

   “Okay, hear me out. Remember how I had those terrible migraines? Well, a guy I know said this site sold medicines that no drugstore can offer you. Exclusive stuff, you know?” Looking more carefully, Damon noticed the images of pills and bottles close to the symbols. “I just took one and… Puff! Migraines never again,” Joshua completed, as he scrolled down the page. “You know, I was feeling bad after last week. So, I decided to pay you back,” he paused the screen next to the bottom, where gigantic symbols blinked over the photo of a blue pill. “You can’t be serious… You want me to buy viagra? Really?” Damon’s face grew red as a tomato, his fist clenching. “Not viagra, dude. And I don’t want you to buy anything...” Joshua justified, searching for something in his pocket. “Consider this a gift!”

***  

    When Angela came home, the dinner was already served. “Did you get home earlier, darling?” She asked Damon with a smile, dropping her suitcase on the couch as she walked towards the kitchen. By the cooker, her husband seemed to be making something with chicken. She didn’t pay attention to the scent though, as her eyes were dragged to Damon’s back, his slightly sweaty shirt making his muscles visible through the cloth's fabric… Before she even realized how warm she was feeling, her arms were already embracing her husband, her breasts pressing against his back. Too inebriated to notify how tense his muscles were, she only realized what she was doing when he moved towards the table. “Y-Yeah, I had a headache and decided to leave earlier...” He babbled, as if not paying attention to his own words. Angela uselessly kept trying to start a conversation, but the more she did the more tense he sounded. Soon, the dinner was served and the tense vibe could be felt from the other side of the street.

    “Are you not going to eat your own chicken?” The woman asked, worried, as her husband started eating dry pasta from his plate. “Huh? No, no, I’m not hungry,” he said, filling his mouth with pasta. She took a bite of the chicken. “What’s the matter, honey?” She asked, genuinely concerned. “Nuthhng...” Damon mumbled. She took another bite of the chicken, slightly creeped out by the way he was staring at her now. “You are scaring me, Damon, I can tell there is something wrong with you. Just talk to me!” Angela protested, her horniness vanishing amidst her concerns. One bite after the other, she kept trying to understand what was going on; and the more she ate, the more anxious Damon seemed to be, as if waiting for something horrible to happen. Fifteen minutes later, her plate was empty and she was about to give up talking.

    “How are you feeling?” He asked with a trembling voice. “I don’t know, normal! Seriously, what’s wrong with you today?” Angela almost shouted, starting to lose her composure. “Are you horny?” Damon asked, making his wife gasp. That was the last question she wanted to hear at that moment. “What? Is this some kind of sex game? Look, I’m not in the mood for it right now… I just want to rest and-” Hearing those words, Damon stood up, almost flipping the table. “You are feeling okay and you’re not horny? Oh my God, it worked!” He celebrated, opening his arms to hug her. “What worked? You are scaring me, Damon!”

    “Look I didn’t tell you this before because I know you wouldn’t agree but it was for our own good,” the words came from his mouth in a torrent, almost incomprehensible for Angela. “I couldn’t keep up to your sex drive but I wanted yo-” At first, Angela was trying to follow up his explanation. But Damon’s words lost their meaning when a sudden pain hit her stomach. It was as if something was corroding it from the inside, in such intensity that she only noticed her own screams when Damon jumped back away.

    “What? What’s happening?” He shouted, getting closer to her once again. On her chair, Angela squirmed, as the pain in her stomach spreaded, losing intensity as it covered her whole body. “What did you put in the food?” She cried, desperate, as the pain went to every cell of her body, definitely less intense but equally terrifying. “I-I just wanted to help!” He tried to justify, being pushed back by Angela. She attempted to stand up, to get away from there, but as soon as she left the chair her legs lost their strength, her entire body collapsing on the floor. She felt weak, as if melting from inside out. The next symptom, however, started by her legs: it was a disturbing pinching, as if numerous tiny prickles gently brushed against her skin.

    Yet, the meaning of that scratch was only made clear when it hit her arms. As she looked at them at first, they seemed perfectly normal. Nevertheless, inspecting carefully, Angela noticed something was off: she knew there had been some days since she last shaved her arms, but that body hair… It was not its quantity, but how thick it looked. Looking even closer, a new scream escaped her lips: her body hair was thickening right before her eyes. Panicking, she took off her jeans, staring in horror at fuzzy legs that couldn’t possibly be her own. Unfortunately, the same process was apparently happening to most of her body, as the tingling spreaded and the thickening got more intense.

    “What did you do to me?” She cried once more, disturbingly hearing a voice she couldn’t recognize as hers: it was not masculine per se, but deeper in tone. “Oh no no no no, it was supposed to just lay down your libido, this shouldn’t be happening!” Damon cried, more to himself than to his wife. Nevertheless, as Angela soon found out, the body hair was just the beginning: her entire body seemed to be getting stiffer. She wasn’t exactly voluptuous, but it didn’t take the young woman much time to notice her thighs were getting slimmer. For a second, they became almost skeletal, before something started to grow, taking the fat’s place: muscles. It wasn’t much, but rather just enough to give her thighs a ripped, yet slim, shape.

    “I look like a- What is happening to my voice?” Angela shouted, hearing her words pronounced by a manly voice that definitely couldn’t hers. Deep, yet not cavernous, in a tone that so uncannily sounded like her’s. She tried to stand up, but once again hit the ground. It wasn’t only her muscles, her proportions felt out of place. Whatever was happening, it was also changing her bones. Yet, it was Damon the first one who noticed how her hips seemed to be reshaping. Angela’s wide hips were almost worshipped by her exes, but now they looked even smaller than his. She sobbed. “What’s happening with my- Aghn!” Once again, though, her questions were interrupted. This time, though, not by pain: she was interrupted by her own, loud and deep, moans.

    Since the changes started, the pain was gradually vanishing. Now, however, as her bones became the target, it completely disappeared just to be replaced by utter, abysmal pleasure. She was still panicking, she still felt her bones melting, but her inners felt to be burning in an orgasmic flame. She kept trying to understand what was going on, but she just couldn’t focus between those waves of absolute pleasure. If it wasn’t bizarre enough to feel your own shoulders widening, your very arms reshaping, your structure elongating at every second, much more bizarre was not to experience any pain during such a process, but instead find in it the ultimate sexual delight.

    And it was delight that forbid Angela to notice the subtle reshapes in her facial structure, that would make it easy for her to understand the nature of her transformation. Yet, the only action she took was to unconsciously move her hand in between her legs. With her ass standing up, she started masturbating, trying to free herself from that deep, almost painful, pleasure. It became much easier for Damon to watch his fiancé’s ass shrinking. Panicking, he could do nothing, as most of the fat in it seemed to melt, barely replaced by muscle, giving her ass a masculine (even if still perky) appearance.

    But if most of her body seemed to be now that of a full man, there were some crucial parts waiting to change. And this time, one of them was noticed by Angela first, as her labia seemed to unwillingly contract around her fingers, spasms followed by a disturbing gurgle in her inners, as if something was readjusting inside of her belly. Yet, with her mind clouded in pleasure, she kept masturbating, touching a swollen clitoris with the tips of her fingers, not realizing how it seemed to be getting bigger at an unrealistic speed.

    And while those changes weren’t visible from Damon’s point of view, his eyes were still dragged to Angela’s breasts, as they started shrinking like a balloon losing its gas, from B to barely A cups in a matter of seconds. To Angela, though, all that mattered at that point was to satisfy her needs. However, more and more her needs were being dragged to her expanding clitoris, which could now almost be held like a tiny cock. The exact point in which she stopped massaging it and embraced the growing organ with her hand was unclear, but the urge to stroke it came naturally with no warning. Soon, her other hand moved to her crotch, as she gently massaged her growing scrotum, that stretched her underwear to its limit. But it was not until she took her right hand out of her panty that Damon could fully contemplate the throbbing penis that his fiancé now possessed.

    The sight of her rock hard cock, however, lasted no more than a few seconds, before Angela fastened the strokes, feeling a warm build up in her testicles. In no time, breathing violently, she contorted her back, pressing her forehead against the ground as she orgasmed. Her mind went completely blank and, panting like an animal, she embraced her climax, messing the floor with cum as she humped the air and milked her own cock dry. After collapsing on the ground, feeling the warm liquid on her leg, it took Angela a reasonable amount of time to digest what just happened. By her side, Damon was livid, his mouth hanging open. “We need to have a conversation about this,” Angela let out with a faltering voice.

***  

    Three weeks passed and the memories of that day were still imprinted in Damon’s memory. The medicine was not supposed to do that (even if, looking in retrospect, using an online translation tool for what seemed to be Sumerian was not the cleverest idea). Also, what were the odds that the site would go into maintenance for a whole week, starting the day Angela was transformed? Right now, though, Damon’s thoughts were too focused on the amount of paperwork he had ahead of him. As he opened the glass door and walked through reception for a regular day of work, the month seemed to be ending in a rather regular way. At least those were his thoughts until the receptionist raised her voice.

    “Hey, Damon, I’m talking to you. Your guest is here, awaiting in your office for your meeting,” she spoke, receiving a confused look from her co-worker as response. “I don’t remember scheduling a meeting this morning. What’s his name?” He asked, tightening his tie and looking at his own reflex on his cellphone. “He said his name was Gabriel, that’s all,” she replied, turning her face back to the monitor on her desk. A chill went down Damon’s spine and he walked the fastest he could without running towards his office. “It can’t be, it can’t be, it can’t be,” he murmured to himself, trying to deny the inevitable. Opening the door and turning the lights on, Damon felt his mouth dry for a moment.

    In front of him, sitting on the red chair Damon so proudly brought to his office, was the man whose face he was now getting used to seeing every morning, which scent he would feel every night. The man with which he fucked earlier in the morning, like they did the morning before that. And every morning for the last two weeks. From morning to night and night until morning, Gabriel was much more sex driven now than he was as Angela. At first, his desires were hidden by a layer of embarrassment, a barrier none of them could break. But the lack of a way to reverse his situation for a week got him used to his new body, comfortable with its needs. When the medicine arrived, after all, he even threw it down the sink.

    Gabriel claimed he couldn’t know if the antidote would revert him back to his former self. “I can become even more sex-obsessed,” he would even claim. But something in his eyes told Damon that wasn’t the only reason. Gabriel was enjoying it and, since it was Damon who put his fiancé in this situation, there was no reason to feel pity towards him. And both knew, after all, that Gabriel lit up desires in his future husband that no other man nor woman ever did. Even now, actually, staring at Gabriel’s naked chest, at the rose petals he scattered on the floor of Damon’s now locked room, Damon felt a well-known warmth inside of him.

    “You can’t simply show up at my job,” Damon whispered, making sure all curtains were closed, “simply pretending to have a meeting with me. I’m sorry about what happened, but this is too much, you are crossing limits here.” His words, though, were met with no more than a smirk. “Honey,” Gabriel’s deep voice spoke, melodically echoing on the walls, “you know I need this. And I know you want it.” With just those words, Damon found himself already horny, once more. “Let’s make it quick,” he announced, not bothering to hide his erection. Gabriel smiled, taking off his belt.