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“Yeah dude… Yeah, I’m like 5 minutes away from the… Wow, yeah dude, I can tell you lost. You sound just like a woman, haha.”
A frustrated, girly grumble came through the phone before the call hung up. Parker laughed. Dude, his friends were still so bad at not turning into girls, even though this had turned into their main hobby.
By now, the world had grown accustomed to the novelty challenge chip, in all its weird perverted forms. The spicy chip had steadily gone near extinct on store shelves while its successor, the estrogenized chip, took up all that extra shelf space. Countless thousands of videos of boys trying not to turn into girls had filled the internet, and boys just seemed to keep coming back trying their hardest not to grow fat tits.
As the population got used to the funny prank, retailers had ramped up their game. Chips with frankly concerning amounts of estrogen were now on store shelves, ready for only the most seasoned TF veterans to try.
Parker had sworn vengeance against this challenge ever since he’d first failed it outside a gas station in front of all his pals. He’d completely girled out uncontrollably in front of all the guys… Well, at least he was better now! Masculine features typically returned a few hours after the challenge, but Parker had girled up so bad, a few things hadn’t ever gone back down. He’d lost the capacity to grow facial hair, and his skin and jawline had gone all soft. He might have gotten it back, had he not tried to run back the whole affair the next day and failed just as badly on camera, becoming a worldwide laughing stock in the process.
His buds had recorded that epic failure. Uploading it online had given the internet one of the most popular vids of a pair of fat tits ripping through a shirt out there. Now, Parker had a bit of a following, trying, and passing these challenges, usually. A whole subsection of online enthusiasts all knew his face, and his wide hips, and thick thighs; doing these challenges a bit too often had resulted in some permanent increases to those areas.
Now came the time to prove himself once more. He wasn’t going to girl up at all for this next one, even from this professional grade stuff!
Parker stepped out of his car to meet his pals, all huddled around the weirdly fancy gas station. The place had an unreasonable food selection inside, its business model hinging on hooking in people with decadent fountain drink options and novelty snacks, like the crew’s favorite way to defy gender.
Today proved no different. The group was well into the latest session of trying not to girl up. Cassidy, a newcomer to the group and who Parker had spoken to over the phone, was sucking a dildo trying to get the estrogen out of his system after failing his attempt on a mild chip. Parker’s other pals Daniel and Jonah meanwhile watched as Chaz tried to keep down one of the most unhinged chips in stock. Half of them had sucked cock for hours when this first went on sale a month ago. Chaz was fighting for his life through the girl chemicals. He was pink in the face, huffing, loose t-shirt swelling and receding as he just barely contained his body’s need to grow tits.
“Hey fellas! What’s good?” Parker greeted them.
“Dude, shut up! O-oh… Fuck...” Chaz grunted.
“Just a little bit longer dude!” His friends encouraged.
A countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! He’d made it! Everyone cheered. Chaz let out a sigh of relief. His tits flared larger as he relaxed, but the growth creaked to a crawl. Chaz had won the challenge, with no more damage than the usual voice change and knockers.
“Can I please wash this down now?” He asked.
“Yeah bro, go right ahead.” Jonah answered.
Chaz got into a position he knew too well at this point. His knees bent in a deep squat, his back arched, his head thrust forward. His lips, looking unnaturally pink, almost makeup-dressed from the sheer level of girl in his system, pressed down across the freshly released cock of his dearest pal, graciously helping him out by receiving a free blowjob. The complimentary hyperizer these things coated the lips in made Jonah’s cock surge all needy in no time, until he was groaning for release. Seconds later and Chaz’s cheeks bloated, with white dewing in the corners of his mouth. He froze, sucked, and swallowed. The color in his lips and the size in his chest drained out and returned him to his normal state of manhood, at least as much as it could go down after so many sessions of FDA-unregulated amounts of estrogen. His plush lips broke away, and his little A-cups pushed out his sweater as best they could. Back to a normal straight boy, just like all his pals.
Yet, the feat was merely a warm up now. The chip was a known quantity after so many sessions. It was time for unexplored territory, and for Parker to show off his seasoned skills at not turning into a girl.
Having calmed down from the excruciating exercise, Chaz finally greeted Parker properly. “Parker! We got the goods!”
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The tongue on the packaging had a womanly-looking face, gasping in shock with a neon pink tongue on the heart-shaped box.
“This shit looks intense.” Parker commented.
“You’re the first to do that one.” Chaz replied. “Or well, you are, unless you chicken out…”
Parker scoffed. “Fat chance, cow tits.”
Parker continued, unphased. He popped open the container and found the chip, wrapped in aluminum foil dotted in pink mars symbols.
His fingers peeled the challenge open. The girlhood this thing radiated proved immediately apparent. It was tangible in the air as soon as the vacuum sealing cracked. It felt as if just breathing the air around this thing was bound to give the boys big heavy breasts. Still, Parker was relentless. He gripped the chip between his thumb and index finger. His fingernails started to tint slightly, as if they were growing painted from nothing. Instructions were nearby, advising only tiny little nibbles to allow the body to recalibrate from such raw amounts of womanhood.
Parker took the entire thing to his mouth, and ate it casually like it was a normal chip.
“PARKER!? Parker, holy shit dude!” Cassidy exclaimed.
“Parker, what the fuck!? That shit is dangerous! Are you okay!?” asked Jonah.
Parker did not respond at first, as he chewed on the thick corn chip. He’d been practicing this new technique for a while now. If he could just chew and swallow all of the girl chip before his taste buds noticed, maybe he’d have an easier time. It worked on a lighter one last time he’d tried not to girl up. Maybe it’d work for an industrial-grade feminizer too?
The chewing stopped and Parker swallowed. He opened his mouth, popping with a nice loud satisfied “Aaah!”
“Wow dude, shit!” Chaz responded.
“Dude, how do you even ignore that much estrogen on a chip!?” Daniel asked.
Oh, Parker could still taste it alright. His mouth was brimming with insane amounts of pink, a stupid amount that would’ve doubtlessly caused him to girl up when he first took the plunge into this weird hobby. Yet, he was able to keep it down like a champ. The moment his lips started to go bimbo princess plump, he gave them a tiny flex and his boy mouth persisted. When his hair started to creak and grow longer, he shut his eyes and the bimbo lengths receded. Parker was a master at controlling his manhood. His chest didn’t budge out an inch!
“Kinda cool huh?” Parker smirked. “Hope you all got your fill getting your dick sucked by Chaz. I’m not gonna be on my knees today craving semen.”
“Dude! C’mon, it’s hard!” Complained Chaz, trying to angle his crossed arms to downplay his recently amped up tits.
Parker’s victory lap, still just seconds into the challenge, continued. “You’ll get there some day, bro. It took me a while before I could ever hope to-”
POP!
A small object smacked against the ground, drawing the whole group’s attention. It was the pants button to Parker’s jeans.
Only then did Parker and the others draw their attention away from the masterful control of Parker’s top half to see what was unfolding below.
“DUDE! Holy shit, it’s growing HUGE!” Chaz gawked.
Those loose, baggy jeans, that pair Parker had to wear a belt half the time to keep up, were taut, tight and full! Parker had dealt with thigh and ass shape changes before, sure, but they were always a minor factor compared to the explosive growth of his breasts during all this. Yet here his pants were, stuffed tight around powerful, huge thighs and an ass gaining volume by the second!
“O-Oh! I, um…” Parker stumbled, unprepared for something like this. His mouth felt so dry all of a sudden. His voice trailed off in a lighter inflection as he stuttered. God, what he wouldn’t do for the taste of sweet refreshing semen to calm these feelings…
“Bro, we hardly ever change like this, and like, never this much!” Cassidy commented. “I didn’t grow an ass half this size when it hit me. It’s already like the fattest bimbo ass any of us has ever gotten!
“Yeah, yeah guys, I know.” Parker soothed them, trying to downplay what was happening. “Look, I still got it under control, no problem. Watch…”
Parker focused again, and tried to tether his body back to boyhood the way he always did. He tried to focus on the world around him, rather than the thoughts and feelings racing through him, telling him to let loose and go girl as all hell. He parsed his senses. He could smell his deodorant faintly, arctic thunder rush, the boy branded stuff. He used his eyes, and saw all his homies looking on, seeing if he could pull through and stay a man. What could he feel? He could feel his… He could feel his fat ass surging full of bimbo-tier womanhood every second. His burgeoning ass flesh was pressing into the seams and folds of his jeans so badly, begging to break that barrier, desperate to flex in open air.
That little grounding exercise began to fall apart as the slight discomfort grew into a fixation in Parker’s head. Maybe he could adjust his stand just a little to take off that pressure. Maybe he could bend a tad and…
RIIIP!
Just a tiny bend at the knees and those jeans shredded wide open from such massive levels of girly boy ass!
Parker reached back to inspect the damage. It couldn’t be that bad, right?
His hands felt a massive gash in the seat of his jeans, his naked caked-up cheeks fully exposed to the world.
Worry surged in Parker’s heart. That fluttering heart made his ass surge even fatter.
But it couldn’t be that big, right? It had to feel worse than it actually is. Parker physically looked behind him now to inspect the damage.
It was bad. Holy fuck, it was so bad. As he stared in shock at the obscene sight of his fat bimbo ass, his butt surged larger in a great burst, right before the gasping faces of all his friends!
“Duuuude, I don’t think he’s gonna make it!” Daniel teased.
Parker lashed back “Bro, shut up or-”
A hand shot to Parker’s face. A nasty voice crack broke though his deep man voice on that ‘shut’. By the ‘up’, he sounded like his mom. The violent movement wasn’t wise. The girlhood pulsing through him broke free a little more, like carbonation escaping a shaken soda. A bit of breast flesh surged in the center of his shirt. Ass began spilling out over the top waistband of his jeans.
Parker was losing badly. He was well on his way to recreating that pinked-up packaging. He needed to steel his will now, or else he’d be exploding into ridiculous amounts of girl.
He tried to focus on anything but girlhood again. It was hard. His mouth was so dry. It needed semen so badly.
Bad ideas took hold. He smacked his lips, an attempt to roll any moisture over the thirsty chip powder on his mouth. Even tiny movements like that proved unwise, further agitating the girl chemicals overloading his system. Every movement of his mouth made his boy lips perk up. Fat, pillowy, kissy dick sucking lips took their place. Sucking a dick… God, Parker could really go for that right now. His mouth kept smacking, forgetting that mission to resist his changing body, instead fantasizing about those tented shorts before him.
Denim tore more. Parker snapped out of his little kissy trance and went motionless. His body creaked and gurgled as mass begged to burgeon out of his body. Another tiny burst of womanhood rolled out and pumped his ass up further. He was about to snap the fucking waistband. He could feel his body surging, the noxious amounts of estrogen even slamming his head. Every time his control lapsed and another stack of slutflesh grew on him, he heard a deafening blast of noise. It felt like he was being screamed at; GIRLGIRLGIRLGIRL in one ear, COCKCOCKCOCKCOCK in the other. It was disorienting. It was robbing him of what little dominion he still had over his own self.
Parker gasped in shock, only now noticing his climbing cup sizes giving his video game tee a midriff. He gasped. Fuck, it was so stunning! The gasp of air made his chest grow like a balloon. He shut his mouth to try and stem the march of bodily growth. The surge slowed, but never stopped.
Parker was sweating. His face flushed red, then pink instead. He stared at his friends with wide eyes.
He tried to mouth out something, a little remark “I’m okay.”
His mouth rebelled. The tingle was so bad. All that came out was a girly, orgasmic moan!
Everyone froze now. The inevitable was nearly here. The only sound was the creak of torn jeans threatening to split totally asunder.
The tearing noises grew more consistent.
The boy was like a teapot boiling over with womanhood!
“Fuck!” Parker winced.
SNAP!
His ass creaked loud and hard, and ripped his denim to shreds!
“Fuck! FUCK!” Parker shouted. “CUM! CUM! SOMEONE WASH THIS STUFF DOWN ALREADY WITH CUM!”
Parker lost. Hard. His ass fucking maxed out. All the hyperizer loaded onto that chip was funneling through his ass flesh, pumping up his rear into a full blown double wide dump truck of fertile cheeks! As his ass exploded, the rest of him grew so much more breedable by the moment. His breasts recited the alphabet as they climbed in cup sizes, Ds, Es, Fs, Gs, and bigger! His waist went nice and narrow, all slim and hourglass-shaped, like a proper piece of bimbo eye candy. Sweaty wincing turned to smearing eyeliner as his body seemed to generate makeup from nowhere, the sheer volume of sex slamming through his system making his frame do the wildest things.
His legs went into a deep squat. The movement was as effortless to him as blinking; a stacked bimbo’s body like his came preinstalled with how to slobber on cock. He leaned forward to the closest crotch. Chaz was the lucky customer this time. Parker didn’t even bother taking off the damn pair of pants in front of him. His perky sensitive erogenous zone lips felt enough cock smell in the air that his stupid face dove right in. They kissed his crotch as he licked the clothed dick and rubbed his cheek against it to savor that sweet taste of throat-pacifying cock. Pink coloring stained the pair of pants with cootie-infused flavor as his discolored tongue desperately licked.
Chaz threw his buddy a bone and dropped his pants. The moment those undies dropped away, Parker’s face crashed down against that crotch in maniacal greed. Deep, needy, obscene slurping noises rang out as he sucked as much cock as possible. A pubic hair or two even dislodged and stuck on his slut face. He was consumed by it. It was all he needed. Parker needed cock like he needed air!
Relief! Such sweet relief! As straight as Parker was, he couldn’t help but make deep, satisfied, enthralled moans as cock plunged in his hungry whore face, sating the chemicals in his throat. All that burning spicy sting on his palate melted away at the sweet taste of cock. The ungodly girl chemicals reacted to the sweat and fuck rubbing on his tongue. Good girl chemicals diffused from his body to his brain. The added hyper chemicals sitting on his tongue released, and pumped up Chaz’s cock large enough to properly fuck a bitch.
Yet Parker’s front wasn’t the only end that needed attention. Normally all this girlhood stayed up front, but Parker had swallowed it so fast all that girl stuff had concentrated somewhere else.
His burgeoning ass wobbled. It was hungry.
Parker’s face broke away, wide eyed and slack-jawed, but still focused on the tingles rushing through his bottom. His knees and ass acted all on their own. Just a little bounce of his legs and his ass rocked like a water bed, titanic cheeks as big as a man’s torso smacking together in powerful, booming, needy claps. Parker started tossing his cheeks as a desperate mating call!
Parker couldn’t control himself. “F-fuck me!” He yelped. “Fuck my big heavy bitch ass!”
Sex with the bros usually only extended to oral. Clapping cheeks was a rarity, and mostly miraculously, unexplored territory for the ensemble of straight boys. They looked at each other nervously. Their dicks were hard and out, but simply geared up for a platonic, snack induced blowjob. Could they really slam another man back there?
Parker couldn’t stand their indecisiveness. He spun around to get his huge caboose closest to that freshly wet dick. Standing up straight was difficult, both from the weight of his ass and his body longing to do nothing more than replace the locomotion of walking with throwing it back. It was awkward, clumsy, and loud, that thundering hyper ass still somehow expanding, dominating the boy’s ears and attention.
Parker begged. “Fuck me Chaz! Fuck my fat ass! I need it up there too. Knock my butt the fuck up!”
Parker’s new hyper asshole came to life sensing a hyperized cock near. It bloomed, craterous cheeks letting out a donut shape, one that soon started winking and begging.
Who could resist? Just a tap of fingers on Parker’s outrageous expanses and Chaz was gone. Those hands sunk in and squeezed. That body pressed together closer. That cock prodded against that hole, and was promptly swallowed up by that gluttonous whore ass. It didn’t like things coming out, it only wanted things to stay in. Chaz sunk inside him, effortlessly, until the duo’s balls were nestled right against each other. It felt beyond strange for both of them. Chaz was lost piloting an extra foot of penile length, in complete obedience to whatever urges his raging manhood filled his body. Parker too was lost, responding only to what his body wanted, what it demanded. He needed cock crashing inside his cheeks, to stir the girlhood still in him and pacify him as he bloomed to that fateful maximum size.
A breath from Parker turned into a cough. The dry, spicy sensation of feminizing dust was no longer quenched, now that Chaz had sunk his outrageous cock into Parker’s other end. He looked around, thirsty. The look in his eyes told his friends everything. It was time to let their slut drink, and drink deep.
An oasis of dicks for Parker’s parched throat lined the way, Daniel, Jodah, and Cassidy all neatly lined up to sate his needs. He sprung on them greedily.
His whore face slammed down on that middle one, Jodah’s, both hands pumping the two to his side. He took it harder and faster than anything a girl had ever done with him, and yet, he was still hungry and restless. Moments later, he switched to fellating Cassidy’s cock on the right with the two others pulsating in his hands, one growing wet from his own pink-tinted spit. This one he took better, and deeper, despite his straight friend’s impressive size. He hung there for a second and soaked in the sensations. Having his throat clogged with cock under the effects of that chip made choking oral feel more like a long drink of water than anything filling his airways.
He let the dicks in his digits sit there, and savored the rapid heart beats of his pals. Jodah’s cock, the one who’d gotten slobbered on by him already and mildly hyperized, pulsed so much harder as Jodah’s body labored to power all that extra muscle.
For a moment Parker stood near motionless and let all the sensations sink in, rendering him even more cock stupid. Dick pulsed in his hands, and made him feel obedient. Cock throttled his throat, and made him feel used. Oh, and his ass. That heavenly sensation from his ass. A fucking whole entire pipe stuffed his backside, and made him feel like a slut! He let his sloppy face pop off that cock and hung there for a moment, eyes closed, smiling, reveling in the lovely touch of cock on his prostate, savoring the loud clap of his ridiculous ass, surrounded by cock stink, enjoying a good time with pals as straight boys do.
His friends grew needy as Parker marinated in cock bliss. Daniel’s hand gripped him by his chin and aimed him to his as of yet throated cock. Parker needed little guidance. A small adjustment and he swiveled back down to drown in fuck. His lips went open and his treat popped inside, until his chin was smacking into his pal’s ball with every little thrust. His hands went to work soon after to rub what had been in his throat. Both of Cassidy and Jodah’s shafts were so strong. God, these boys absorbed this hyper stuff so fast! Well, judging by his own ass, maybe he did too, but still, these cocks were enormous!
His face left another cock and went back to that first, like a greedy brat wanting to sample all the candy in the store. This time that cock didn’t fit comfortably in his face. His lips stretched wide around it, and it stopped as it completely stuffed his esophagus. It felt like a fucking cola can. Parker tried to facefuck the thing like before. He could hardly move. He grew spoiled. With so many cocks around him, he let his friends do the work, and used him like a toy. Those fat slobbered lengths pressed against his cheeks and dirtied his secreted makeup further. That cock in his maw stayed stationary; Parker lazily sucked on it as it clogged his maw.
And all the while, still, his ass. His fat ass. His massive ass, enough to occupy two car seats, his fat, fertile, girled-up cheeks stuffed with girl chemicals, all the while made noise. It wobbled, it smacked, it clapped, it swayed, it even swooshed as it moved so fast with Chaz’s crashing hips. He’d failed the challenge. He was a little embarrassed, sure, but my god he loved this so much!
“Hoo-HOOOH FUCK DUDE!” Chaz roared!
That was it! Chaz was cumming!
That fat hard rod like a goddamn pole stiffened and shot deep inside Parker’s slut ass. Hot thick ropes fired, tinted a little pink from all the noxious chemicals flying, blasting as deep into Parker’s body as it could. Parker’s stomach went a little tight, then a little chubby. Then… It went back down. Even as Chaz kept erupting inside him, Parker’s cum hungry body sated his rectum’s need for semen. The burning desire to fuck started to fade. A little orgasm started spilling out of his half erect cock; he’d barely even noticed he was hard while he was so busy satisfying dick. The sweet sensation of his anus gulping down semen pacified him so well. His jaw went a little limp. His face popped free of that cock. He coughed a little for air, then coughed a bit more from all the pink still at the top end of his body. His friends finally got there too, cumming in sync with the still very girly moans of their dear friend Chaz losing the load of his life. Opaque white slammed out in heavy spurts, across Parker’s tongue, his face, his shoulders, his tits. He wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. He simply sat and does as a straight boy does when he needs to come down after losing a chip challenge. He stuck his tongue out and savored the taste of semen, like a good slut.
The climaxes from cocks like forearms finally started to wane. The last of the heavy shots, each glob maybe on par with one of their normal orgasms, finally tapered off into a sated drool. Parker was soaked. His video game T-Shirt had gone cum drenched again. His shredded jeans were reduced to mere fabric in thick viscous pools. He tried to process all that had happened, wiping semen off his face. His tits had gone down, pretty significantly even. Those cow slut mega stacked milk jugs were now just a simple boy-eye yanking pair. His voice was starting to go a little deeper again, escaping the girl threshold and crossing over to deep androgynous. And of course his ass was…
Whoa fuck, his ass was still huge!
Size decrease seemed to come to his stupendous hyper ass so much more slowly. He could tangibly see the decrease in size as his body absorbed semen for his front. For his back? He really wasn’t even sure if it was even going down. Well… It had to go down sometime, right? Right?
The little tinge of worry made Parker slip on a bit of his pals cum. He came crashing down on Chaz, his couch cushion cheeks coming with him. A big heavy wet SPLAT rang out as his flesh collided with the semen on the ground. Chaz was pinned beneath Parker’s mountainous ass, and in turn, his insane cock sprung up right in front of Parker’s face.
God, fuck! It’d gotten so huge in his hyperized ass! Was it like… Could it even fit in there anymore? Could he… Could he fit it in his mouth?
Chaz, entire head eclipsed by man ass, gave his friend’s bottom a smack. Parker’s cheeks went flushed once more. He dipped his head forward, and pressed a tongue against this insane spire of cock. He was still a little thirsty. Maybe going ass to mouth would finally sate him…