Benny had been miserable for the past couple of weeks; his first period had come and gone, and he was changing. Every day had a new, subtly different person greeting him in the mirror. His now noticeable breasts made it difficult to go to school, plus his changing body meant his clothes didn't fit him anymore. He'd been wearing a dress around the house for a week now, one his mom had bought him, a simple white pullover one which went to his knees and was several sizes larger than he'd normally be able to wear. It fit him well, but was still large, meaning he'd grow into it.
His breasts were B-cup, his mom had said, and still getting bigger. His hips were definitely wider, and he had a subtle curve to his waist. The biggest change of all was his face. He was cute now, pretty even, and looked fourteen rather than twelve. Following his sister's trend, Benny didn't wear underwear anymore; he outgrew it too quickly.
Benny was bored lately; his friends weren't talking to him anymore, and he was feeling a growing need somewhere in him, though he wasn't sure where it was coming from. A kind of hunger. He needed to be filled. Remembering the talk he and his mom had had mere minutes after the initial change, he went into her room, digging through her underwear drawer...
