The Feminized Bully Project: The Second Dose

Story by DarthStrainjyer

Contents: feminization, transformation, tf, male to futa transformation, cross dressing, forced transformation, oral, anal.

Todd continues his transformation and feminization, his heterosexuality being slowly eradicated. Despite his fear, he finds the changes are alleviating a problem that had plagued him his whole life. It all leads him to a place he'd sworn he'd never enter.

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THE FEMINIZED BULLY PROJECT

THE SECOND DOSE

By Darth Strainjyer

Todd awoke to his alarm, bleary eyed and almost feeling hung over. He tried to haul himself out of bed but it felt like a herculean effort to do so. His mind was a complete fog, and the events of yesterday hadn’t fully registered with him yet. He finally managed to pull himself out of bed, feeling awkward and disoriented. He had no idea why he felt like this, other than the fact that for some reason he hadn’t had a wink of sleep last night. Though at the moment his addled brain couldn’t remember why.

Out of sheer habit, he began his exercise routine, but this time was disturbed to find that he couldn’t complete it, not seeming to have the strength. He took his usual morning vitamins and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. He was so out of it he didn’t notice that his penis had shrunk even more since last night. He flushed and went to the mirror to begin the tedious morning ritual of shaving.

It was when he noticed that he had no morning growth of facial hair at all that he suddenly snapped alert and the memories of yesterday came flooding back to him. He stared at his reflection and realized that his lack of stubble wasn’t the only difference. His hair had grown out down to his shoulders almost. That was insane because he’d just had a haircut.

His face had also changed somewhat: His eyes were slightly wider, and his nose slightly shorter, not so much the hawk like beak he’d had before. His chin was less pronounced and more rounded, and his skin seemed smoother and softer than it had been in the past.

With a feeling of dread, he stepped back so that he could see his whole body. When he did, he let out a high pitch squeak at what he saw.

His muscle mass was entirely gone: He was now skinny and soft from his head all the way down to his toes. His body was thin and scrawny, but not anorexic. His chest was smaller, no longer the ripped barrel chest he’d before, and his six pack abs had completely vanished. His arms and legs were thin and soft, and his hands and feet were smaller. He looked like one of those fag boys who liked to strut around in ladies clothes. His nipples were bigger, the areola wider, and his breast seemed to be ever so slightly swollen beneath them. There was also a slight, almost undetectable curve to his hips.

And his dick wad definitely smaller, maybe only six inches or so now. His once bull like testicles had shrunken quite a bit too, pulled up against the base of his shaft. He shivered at the insidious reduction of his manhood, and realized at the same time that he was also a bit shorter than he had been. Definitely under six feet, maybe five nine or five eight.

He began to panic. He thought about calling 911, but the image of his angry and disappointed father rose up in front of his eyes and he decided against it. He couldn’t let his father find out what had happened to him. He couldn’t let anyone find out. He had no idea what to do, and fear surged inside of him.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes and he fought them down with much effort. He hyperventilated, terror surging up in him as he looked at his reduced effeminate body. In a daze, he showered, almost hoping he could somehow scrub the changes away, and then walked out into the rest of the room, his mind a buzzing mess of confusion. Something was happening inside his brain, he could feel his thoughts jumbling and rearranging in ways they hadn’t before. He stopped looking around him in mild astonishment.

When the hell had this room gotten so unbearably messy? It had never bothered him before, but now . . . he couldn’t stand the sight of the swirling mess that was his dorm room. This just wouldn’t do. He quickly dressed and almost before he realized what he was doing, he began to clean. He pulled things off the floor, put away everything where it was supposed to go, straightened up his desk, put his old clothes in the hamper he vaguely remembered having, stacked his school books up neatly, stripped the sheets off the bed and replaced the

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