'Frickin’ sweet!' It was a quiet evening after a long day of study, and Shane was drained, both physically and emotionally. He had the whole house to himself, a great start, so all he needed was a quick snack to get his energy back up, tide himself over until dinner. He had expected to settle with something dull- a bit of fruit, a crumb of cheese, a handful of leftover rice- but he had instead struck gold, finding a whole mess of bright pink candy hidden behind the condiments. Judging from the obstreperous stench of perfume, it was his sister who bought them, but her loss for being stupid enough for leaving such a treat in the communal fridge. The candy was stored in an overfilled plastic container, as if bought as takeaway or at the market, so as Shane plundered a handful he was sure they wouldn’t be missed. And if not… whatever. What was she going to do? Pleased with himself, Shane popped a nugget of sugar in his mouth as he meandered over to the TV, not noticing that as it dissolved on his tongue, his teeth straightened, whitened, while his lips puffed up to be plump and glossy. Shane had barely made it out the kitchen before wisps of fuzz dissipated from his face, and the changes didn’t stop there.

By the time Shane made it to the living room, he had already eaten a few more magenta morsels. In such little time, his whole body had become smoother and more supple, and his hair had crept down to his lower back with no signs of stopping, as feathery and healthy as any model’s. Shane tripped over is shrinking feet, flopping onto the couch belly-first due to losing a good few inches from his height, yet still he hadn’t noticed. Though not fully cognizant of his snoballing transformation, Shane began to reap the rewards as he absentmindedly clicked through streaming services: his chest grew more sensitive as his pecs were smothered by supple deposits of fat, and through but the thin fabric of his shirt, his flowering nipples bloomed by the tantalizing friction they were being blessed by. Shane, despite himself, let out a needy moan. Though it started as a gruff bray, the magic of the candy lightened his voice into a warbling, breathy alto. In a horny haze, Shane tore off his shirt, and was subsequently shocked looking down at himself. “Tits?” he muttered in disbelief.

Shane would have no time for the goings-on of his torso, as he could feel a strange squelching sensation coming from his groin, and before he knew it, his dick was sucked into his body, inverting itself with little pain. Quite the opposite, in fact: as one last hurrah of his male sex, his now withered balls were completely emptied in one ropy, extremely messy burst. It was by far the most robust climax he’d ever felt, but it was nothing compared to what was to come. Whatever mass that used to be his male genitalia (that wasn’t cummed straight out of him) went straight to Shane’s now overly-moistened slit; he hadn’t had even a full second with having a pussy before Shane NEEDED to use it. The desire to be bred couldn’t be resolved by his lonesome, but Shane could damn well try. He ran upstairs into one of the bedrooms in nothing but his boxer-briefs, rummaging through the nightstand until he found what he correctly assumed was in there: a large-headed vibrating wand massager, corded for that extra power. In for a penny, in for a pound when it comes to borrowing his sister’s stuff without permission today, Shane mused. Commandeering her bed- lacking the self-control to make it to his own room- Shane turned on the toy, not thinking twice as he brought it to his as-of-yet untouched clit. Shane nearly passed out merely from the initial burst of stimulation, but he held fast, pressing the wand harder against himself, fumbling with the controls to increase the intensity further. Shane’s moans could be heard all throughout the house, but his screams could be felt across the neighborhood as he achieved his very first toe-curling, explosive female orgasm. Sweaty and still lightheaded from the flood of strange hormones coursing through his feminized body, Shane turned to his side, his tits clapping against each other in the process… accidentally making eye contact with his sister, who had evidently returned home and ran up the stairs to see what all the commotion was upstairs. Her face was a mix of anger, embarrassment, and disgust, while Shane was still in the throes of the afterglow to properly react to being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.