What can you remember? (Transformation, Male to Futa)

My story entry, the short version. I may try and expand it.

What do you remember?

Now

Your head is swimming for a few moments, trying to piece its sense back together and finding no help from the rest of a pleasured, immobilised body. A smile seems stuck to your lips for a few moments and all you can think of is how good you feel. Your eyes manage to slide rather uneasily into focus, the narrow buildings overlooking you, the sky as a slightly lightened grey becoming less blurry, more of clear focus. Your lips groan, even then feeling soft, not chapped, the sound that comes out of them lighter, unlike anything your throats produced since before you hit puberty. Raising your head upward for a moment, you glance down across yourself, across where you are and wonder on it.

Your body is indeed a surprise, even now. Glancing down across the soft curvature of rather large mounds, the nipples at their peaks a puckered affair, traces of white dribbling down the tips and then along the sides of those orbs, it is them that form the drawing point for a formerly ‘unfeminine’ eye. Beyond that, the slightly protruding nature of your stomach, a light but chubby affair is now coated in the traces of white that now trickle along your entire form, your new breasts featuring tell-tale stains of that same fluid in copious amounts. Your body is indeed naked you notice, though a rather inane grin touches your features at that, as if it’s not really an issue. And thanks to everything that’s happened, your head doesn’t really feel too much worry. After all, someone else, standing at the end of your feet, the end of what you guess is this alleyway has been doing the worrying for you.

‘I see it worked slightly better then I intended.’ The woman’s voice speaks with a rather toned air of authority, firm in strength but her features, arched eyebrows, open green eyes and lips that are not sneering, nor smiling but just showing a gentle concern for a moment. She is dressed head-to-toe in a rather form fitting, done up white coat, a pair of sneakers, light blue in colour, on her feet, all that’s visible beneath that coat. She folds her arms, gently under an ample but not as ample as you’ve become, chest. And with a slightly quiet tilt of her head, she muses curiously.

‘So you’ve come so far…’

Though how far you’ve come and why you’re hear is something you begin to muse on, even as what trickles down your stomach from the now thick, rather bulbous length along your hips, makes you shiver off and on while remembering.

1 Hour Ago

Something gushes from your lower half, rocketing across the pavement and you count your luck, even though the want to still be able to count is fast fading from your head, that the streets seem vaguely empty. You cast your eyes around you and vague fear catches you for a moment, seeing some rare bystanders glance your way, confused by the ‘person’ wh