Gender virus: willing victim



Unlike most Gender virus victims, Joe had actively tried to catch the infection. Although technically illegal, there was a small but thriving online black market where still-contagious victims mailed clothes they'd recently worn to willing buyers hoping that the traces of the virus left on them would be enough for a new infection. The more desirable strains of the virus could fetch massive prices. He had been unsuccessful his first two attempts, wasting a lot of money in the process, so he didn’t have high hopes when his latest package came in. He opened up the box, taking out the short dress that was carefully sealed inside of it. He felt ridiculous putting the dress on, the low scoop neck revealing nothing more than his completely flat chest. The thought of soon filling it out with the breasts he had always craved turned him on though; he began to masturbate, fantasizing about what his life could be like as a woman.

But as the hours drew on with no changes to be seen, his excitement abated. Convinced he had just wasted more of his money on a useless purchase, he decided to call it an early night. The dress was comfortable enough, so he kept it on as he slipped into bed and drifted off to sleep.

Waking up to his alarm blaring the next morning, Joe reached over to stop the noise. He thought he was still dreaming for a moment as he brushed long, brown hair back from his eyes, but as he sat up in bed, feeling an unfamiliar weight sway against his chest, he snapped awake. He grabbed his chest to confirm, feeling his breath catch in his throat as his hand was met with soft flesh. He quickly pulled the dress to the side and squeezed his new tits, gasping as he felt soft ripples of ecstasy run through his body with every touch.

The change must have happened overnight, he thought, getting up and running to the bathroom. Leaning over the sink to get a closer look at himself, he realized his arms were pushing his new chest up and out, straining the dress almost to the breaking point. He smiled. Clearly he was better endowed than the woman who sold him this dress. Maybe he’d pass on this gift to a few lucky buyers and make some money back. It would give him a chance to try on some new outfits, anyways.

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