In a classroom in which there were approximately seven remarkably attractive teenage girls for every boy present, Steve "The Stud" Farber had his eyes on one student in particular "“ his best friend, Mike "Moose" Matthews.
Poor Moose.
Steve had felt all kinds of sorry for Mike "Moose" Matthews when he'd first told him about his condition. And he'd supported his buddy completely when he informed everyone else, as he was forced to do once it became all too obvious to hide.
Mike had been diagnosed with Spontaneous Feminosis Giganta, a rare virus that was slowly transforming his body into that of an obese woman. It was (fortunately) not contagious, but aggressive and incurable. Moose's prognosis was that the disease will probably have run its course by the end of the year "“ maybe by the end of the summer "“ and leave him forever changed. Moose had begun to prepare for his transition, growing his hair out and debating which feminisation of his name he wanted to keep.
Steve sat behind his friend, which gave him ample opportunity to observe his changes. Over the past two months Mike had become several inches shorter, and for a while his male clothes were too loose to wear, For a couple of weeks Mike had been reduced to wearing clothes from his younger brother.
Around that time he'd begun to wear a training bra too. And perfume, Steve had been surprised at the feminine, fruity smell that his buddy had begun to sport. It wasn't long, however, before he started to fill out again "“ and fill out big!
Nowadays Moose was back to wearing his old shirts and jeans (cuffs rolled up as they were still too long on him, but not too wide). His bra had changed too "“ it had had too to hoist the melons on his chest! Steve knew, because Mike confided in him, that Moose was changing so much he'd had to buy new bras three times in the last month! That was part of the reason why Mike didn't bother buying new clothes, it seemed a waste of money especially when he had to buy girls' underwear at the same time.
From his vantage point, the Stud could see in Moose's t-shirt the contours of a bra strap digging into his pudgy shoulder. He knew that was nothing compared to the view from the front! He knew that Moose would be needing a boulder-holder upgrade very soon and that thought, he was ashamed to admit, excited him.
Moose's face had softened a lot over the past couple of weeks. That, along with his extra weight, long hair and squeaky voice (an embarrassing part of his transformation, Moose's vocal chords were undoing what puberty had done to them a few years earlier) made it difficult to think of him as a guy any more.
Whatever was going on in his pants (and, despite his better judgement, Stud found himself yearning to know), Moose's figure was unmistakeably female and voluptuous. His hips and butt were massive, his thighs too. His paunch, diminished by the impact of his enormous and enticing butt and titties, was growing steadily and would (Steve had done some research of his own) eventually round out Lil' Moosy like a globe.
He couldn't wait to see that happen. Steve had stuck by his best friend through this nightmare ordeal, though his most intimate terrors. Losing forever his ability to play football, to date girls, be a father some day, Steve knew Moosy was taking it hard. Even while other friends had abandoned him, Steve had been there to support him every step of the way. He had the soon-to-be-girl's absolute trust. Her new life wouldn't be easy either, he imagined her fat and dateless, and probably horny as hell. Lucky for her, she could always count on Steve to be there for her in her vulnerable state. Steve was certain - if she was going to fuck anyone, it was going to be him!
Whenever Steve stared at Moosy's butt - fit to burst the seams of his pants - he could only imagine kneeling behind that magnificent posterior and ploughing the chubby girl's sweet pussy, his arms groping at fleshy folds as he rode her doggy style.
The thought of his beefcake of a best bud becoming the beautiful, little butterball of his dreams was a potent aphrodisiac for Steve. That ass, those tits... they were already huge and the fact they were still growing excited him even more. He wanted to fuck her, to love her, to feed her... He couldn't wait. A sexy chick he could pleasure, who could be his best friend too! He was counting the days until that virgin slit would crack open Mike's crotch and complete his transition to womanhood. He simply couldn't wait!
Poor Moose.
Poor Moose? Poor Steve, more like! The Stud thought as he felt his throbbing erection, trapped painfully inside his jeans. Poor Steve!
