Brazilian Beauty

“Oh god, how am I gonna tell my parents about this??” John whispered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was only a week into his student exchange trip to Brazil, and he had somehow already caught the Gender Virus. To make it even worse, it was completely his fault. His school had warned him about going out on his own and interacting with strangers due to reports of the virus in his area, but why would he go to Brazil if he couldn’t party? He had snuck out on his very first free weekend behind his host family’s back and walked to a nightclub he found online, and the rest was history. After a few drinks, any sense of caution flew out the window and he found himself making out with a girl his age in the line to the bathrooms. By the time he got back to his bedroom, sneaking through the window not to wake up his host family, the virus was already taking hold.

His head was spinning from the alcohol, but he quickly sobered up as he felt a warmth spread through his body, taking him by surprise as he tried to steady his breathing. The virus was already coursing through his veins, running deeper into his body with every pump of his heart. The warmth flooded his body, concentrating in his midsection as a strangely erotic pressure began to build up in him.

he let out a moan of pleasure, clamping his hand over his mouth as he heard something stir in his host parents’ room. How was he going to explain this to them in the morning? The idea was quickly pushed out of his mind as he was rocked by an intense orgasm. The warm feeling dissipated as he came in thick spurts, his cock pouring out every drop of semen left in his body before slowly pulling back into him. 

By now he knew exactly what was happening to him, his body’s actions matching up with snippets of grapics he’d seen on the news. The virus was using his body as fuel for the transformation, forming a female reproductive system from what was left of his male one. He could already feel  A flood of female hormones rushed through his body, forming the blueprint for the woman he was quickly becoming. His stomach turned over as his waist tightened, the excess weight rippling down his body as it poured into his lower body, filling out his ass and thighs with soft fat. John collapsed on his bed, doing his best to hold in the moans as a pressure formed behind his chest. He brought a hand to his chest, feeling the pressure intensify as soft, full breasts exploded outwards, causing him to arch his back in pleasure as a wave of ecstasy flooded his body. 

He was almost unrecognizable now, long dark hair covering a rapidly feminizing face. He bit his lower lip to stop himself from moaning and noted for the first time how much softer and more sensitive it now felt. He could say that about his whole body now though: his previously male form had been completely replaced, overtaken by the soft curves and delicate features of a teenage girl. As he brought his hand up his new body, tracing his now delicate fingers past his hips and down into his new folds for the first time, a now familiar feeling ran through him. Quickly, he got up and went to the shower, catching a glance of his new body in the mirror as he turned on the faucet. Telling his host family could wait until the morning, Right now he needed release and the sound of the water would be just loud enough to cover the noise of his moans.