A very fun idea I came up with a while ago and was eager to write it for Pride Month. I finally get to show it to y'all hehe.
It's supposed to be a magical twist on the fact that some trans people, before they know they're trans, can sometimes be transphobic which can be a way to externalize/project their own gender dysphoria onto others. Many have written trans-positive captions that are about people that already know they're trans, which always great to see! But there's also a significant amount of people that face adversity and don't know why, they don't know that they are different in some way, and so I decided to write a cap about those folks who may feel repressed about their true gender identity. :3
Anyways, Happy Pride Month! Let's keep up the good fight~.
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“Y’all so weird, thinking that women can have dicks and men can have pussies” typed William with greasy fingers as he argued yet again with queer people in a random comments section completely unrelated to said topic. After hitting the ‘submit’ button, he pushed his chair back, barely being able to do so due to his immense weight, and he sighed in frustration. The man thought transgender people couldn’t accept their reality, when in reality, he was the one not able to accept his own.
Aside from engaging in pointless arguments online, the other thing that kept him distracted was food, as evident by his big gut. Other than that, he worked a shitty job, didn’t have friends and… that was it. He knew he was different in some way, but he didn’t know how, and the more he tried to act like a stereotypical ‘manly man’, the worst things got; unfortunately, he only went deeper and deeper into his demise as he instead attributed his loneliness to people around him rather than himself.
Thinking about all that made him depressed, so getting heated over words on a screen and eating chips after getting back from work was a way to forget about all his worries. Things would take a sudden turn a few minutes after sending that transphobic message though.
William heard a knock on his door, ignoring it, but then that same thumping sound was heard again. With great frustration, he waddled his way to his apartment room door. “What do y’all wan-!”. His anger was cut short as a muscular woman opened the door wide and immediately got to restraining the overweight male and throwing him onto the floor.
“Help! Help!” he shouted while two other people in brown coats, sunglasses and matching brown hats entered the apartment room. They ignored his pleads and began doing an investigation of sorts. “Is this our gal?”. “Fairly sure!”. “Check his phone to make sure”. One of the ladies checked the aforementioned device, unlocking it with great ease and going through his search history and general social media activity.
“Let’s see. Constantly brings up trans people for no reason, hates them despite not knowing any trans people, hates herself, dislikes how others perceive her, hates her body… yup!”. The male pinned on the ground by the buff lady was severely confused as to what was going on. “Just take my money! Take my credit cards! Just leave this room!”. “Silly, we’re not hear to steal anything! Nor harm you; in fact, we’re here to help you!”.
“Help me with that?! I don’t need help with anything!”. “I get it, girl, internalized transphobia is rough, I’d know a thing or two about that. That’s why we’re here to solve that!”. “What?! I’m not a woman! I can’t be one! You’re fucking insane!”. “You can’t be one? Is that a challenge?~” said the woman in a teasing manner. “No! You’re delusional for thinking that!”. “Sigh, they always say the same thing! Ladies, let’s show ‘er the truth”.
The woman that previously investigated William’s device pulled out a syringe with a pink fluid in it and passed it onto her girlfriend, who would then proceed to inject the confused man. “No! Stop! You’re going to kill me!”. “Gosh! Such a drama queen!~” the lady giggled. The muscular and tall woman would her go of him as the mysterious fluid greatly debilitated him.
The mysterious women wouldn’t say much about this whole situation, instead having very casual conversations about their day-to-day life, almost completely ignoring William who was groaning and moaning on the floor. He wasn’t presented with much pain, but it was enough to for him to not be a threat at all to the three women around him, what he did feel though was an immense feeling of fatigue.
A minute would go by before the obese male began sweating like crazy. It was already pretty hot out here but the poor guy felt as if he was shoved into an oven from how hot his body felt. He was unaware of the fact that his body was rapidly changing from the inside out.
Muscle, fat and even entire organs changed in various ways. Some parts would shrink, like his hands and feet, and some of it would grow, like the hair present on his scalp, which also became much more voluminous and got rid of ton of oil built up due to the lack of showering. Other body parts would change completely though, an obvious example of such being the dangling meat between his fat thighs.
William’s penis and testicles were shrinking down rapidly, that was already an enormous concern for him; however, that should’ve been the least of his worries as said manhood was being sucked into a humid and fleshy orifice. It was hard to tell what it was due to all the fat getting in his way, but he could tell this odd body part was very sensitive, making him moan in a rather embarrassing high-pitch voice.
A few more minutes was all it would take for the young man to become a young woman instead, with nothing of her past manhood being left behind. She now had a vagina and clitoris, even her internal reproductive system had reshaped itself to be that of a woman, producing eggs that were ready to be fertilized, now possessing a womb in the case such thing were to happen.
William’s voice had feminized to match, evident as she moaned in a feminine voice. Her big cheeks blushed in embarrassment, unable to control the rush of estrogen and progesterone flowing through her overweight form.
One of the woman’s watches beeped loudly before she looked at it and stopped it. “Oh, it’s done!”. “How you feeling, girlie? You thought about your new name?” she said playfully. “What the fuck did you do to me?! Like…”. “You’re a woman now! You know, the thing you said you couldn’t become?~”. “B-But… I can’t… I’m not! Fuck you and your stupid drugs!”. “Drugs?” she laughed alongside the other girls. “I see you’re still in denial~. I could leave you be and let you discover you have a vagina now, but where’s the fun in that?! Girls, it’s time for that fat redistribution!”.
The ladies would get quite handsy with the former male, touching various parts where a ton of that jiggly fat could be found, which in this case was basically everywhere. “Damn! We got a lot to work with here”. “Hmm, I did see from her search history that she loves huge booties, so I think we should make her more bottom-heavy”. “Good idea!”.
“Stop it! Get the fuck off of me!”. “Relax, sweetie. Just let us-”. The women started pinching and groping many parts of her body, one focusing on her arms, the other on her legs and the other on her belly, occasionally swapping to other body parts too. It was a bit painful, yet oddly pleasurable, but that wasn’t why she was constantly gasping, that was due to her sheer amazement at what these ladies were doing.
The now female William was being sculpted as if she were made out of clay, the women’s hands were doing some serious magic as the fatty limbs got thinner, that fat getting pushed onto her torso. This fat was being redirected to her belly, the already large tum becoming even bigger which wasn’t ideal, but the strongest of them all made sure to redirect all that onto her hips and then her ass.
The new woman’s legs were previously very uniform in its fat distribution, but now the lower half of them were quite thin while her thighs were as thick as tree trunks. Her giant thighs jiggled violently with the lightest of movement, and yet that didn’t look like much compared to her buttocks that inflated like large water balloons.
William, or rather Whitney as the mysterious women started calling her, was speechless. Was all of this real? That was what she was asking herself, and yet everything pointed towards this being her new reality. She moaned lightly, being fully capable of fighting back as her fat belly shrunk down into a much smaller and chubby belly, but she let the girls do their thing. The new physical sensations her womanly curves brought were undeniably amazing.
Speaking of curves, not all of it was going to the massive dump truck of an ass, it was certainly where the majority was going but it would also aid in the development of large, bouncy and veiny tits. These breasts were larger that anything she had ever seen, even some of the porn stars she masturbated to on a daily basis seemed like nothing compared to these massive mammaries, not to mention their great sensitivity.
The triple XL shirt she wore was coming in clutch as it helped in covering her giant rack; nonetheless, the same couldn’t be said about her ass which teared through her boxers and shorts. “Alright ladies, get the clothes” commanded one of them before leaving the scene briefly.
Whitney groped her soft tits, moaning without shame, moving her way down to her crotch, her new vagina feeling nice and warm. Her feminine hands caressed her large hips, a set of hips that looked like she had gone through at least five pregnancies and births, and of course, there was her massive ass. Her puny hands easily sank into the soft flesh of her rear, it was like a pillow- no, a mattress!
The women would return with a few of clothes in hand and a some other things. They giggled as they found the former man touching herself. There was no time to waste though, there were others waiting to be transformed! They removed Whitney’s shirt before helping her put on a cute set of lingerie that looked massive and ridiculous, yet even then, the bra and panties could barely hold those gargantuan curves. A failed attempt was made to put a set of tights on her, but ended up ripping apart.
The girls had a whole outfit planned for her initially and made sure to buy very large clothing, but it seemed even they weren’t expected for Whitney to end up so plump. They called it a day with clothing, but to make her prettier, they brushed her new gorgeous mane and tied some of it up in a pair of cure braids.
“Alright girls, we’re done here! Have fun Whitney! Enjoy womanhood~”. The ladies would leave the room in a rush. Whitney had a ton of questions and it seems she’ll have to answer them on her own.
The very plump lady stood up and took a glance at the selfie camera on her phone. At first it felt weird and unnatural to see a cute girl being her own reflection, but the more she looked at herself, the more it grew on her. “Do I really make for a cute girl?” she asked herself in disbelief and even smiled and giggled slightly, a small spark of joy and excitement that she hadn’t felt in an incredibly long time.
After that, she felt a bit embarrassed to do anything ‘girly’, still clinging onto her past self. She’d loosen up slowly but surely, and doing so didn’t feel forced nor wrong; in fact, it was the opposite, it felt liberating and for the first time in a very long time, she felt like she wasn’t putting up a farce to conform to others’ expectations.
Days went by and Whitney was changing for the better, her attitude being much brighter and actually felt motivated to do things. It was certainly a challenge to get used to being a woman, let alone one with ass cheeks larger than ripe pumpkins, but in the way of facing these challenges she discovered more of who she was and why she previously felt so repressed.
At first she had doubts, and was still considering looking into turning back into a man, but now she had realized she was technically never meant to be a man to begin with, the thought of such now disgusted her greatly. Whitney realized she was much happier as a woman now, everything from her feminine form, feminine mannerisms and even some of the ‘inconveniences’ of being a girl all turned out to be experiences she craved, and having all this made her feel comfortable with herself. This would further translate into a better mood when interacting, both IRL as she went out more as well as online, starting to help out others who felt the same way as her. Others assisting her as well, creating a positive feedback loop.
“Don’t be harsh with yourself, girl! You’ll be the beautiful woman of your dreams some day! I got a visit from some strange women some day and turned me into the girl I was meant to be. Edit: I probably sound insane but I swear that’s what actually happened lol” she wrote in a comment section under a post of a transgender woman expressing discomfort with her body.
This little mention of what happened on that fateful day would give her the answer to a question she had since then: Who were those ladies? Her comment got flooded with replies as others mentioned getting surprised by three mysterious women that turned them into their best selves, whether that be transforming trans men into muscular and hairy hunks with big cocks, or trans women into busty fertility goddesses, like Whitney’s case here.
One of them replied and said they went by the name of The Alphabet Gang, being a humorous reference to people who use that term not-so-humorously to offend queer people. Although Whitney had gotten what she had needed in her life, she still hoped these ladies continued to help others in discovering themselves, even if their methodology was rather strange and… erotic.