Just a loser (Patreon)

"This might help you with your problem. I know this could sound a bit awful to you, but it is what it is." Alissa talks to her friend and gives him a cup with a white sticky substance inside.
"I don't know, Alyssa, this is a bit dangerous; you know what it feels like to suffer with this problem, but I'm not feeling right taking this decision; it feels like a bit dangerous to me," Carl says with a hint of concern in his face. His facial features denote a sense of discomfort about his friend's offer.


"Look, Carl, I know this problem is a bit hard for you, and this is a tough decision for you as well." Alyssa pauses, rubbing his shoulder with her soft hands. Both are sitting on the leather couch in Alyssa's apartment.
"You shared with me about your problem with girls; they are a bit harsh to you. I understand you, Carl. I'm a woman, and I'm fully aware of the behavior of so many females in this world. There are a bunch of girls with bitchy attitudes towards men; they're a bunch of narcissist beings, treating men like a piece of trash." She says to his friend, his shoulder in a way to show compassion towards his friend.


"You don't need to remind me that, Alyssa." He says with a tone of discomfort, his eyes looking to the marble floor, avoiding making contact with his friend. He has always been a bit shy with women, and his behavior with them changes, completely acting awkward and very anxious when he interacts with a chick, even with his longtime friend Alyssa.


"I know about my problem with women, but you don't need to remind me about it over and over again. I know this is pathetic and okay; maybe I am destined to be like this forever, and I have to deal with it." He sighed after these words, his eyes denoting a look of resignation to living alone forever.


"Oh, please, shut up and stop thinking like that, Carl." She scorned him, standing and looking at him with a concerned look in her eyes.
"Stop thinking like that, Carl; this is why you always have not so much luck with women and life. Because of your pessimistic thoughts, stop thinking like you are a piece of trash." She puts the cup with the sticky substance on the small table near the couch.


"You just cry out and never get yourself on your feet and start doing something of your own; you just stay in your comfort zone and never take risks; this is your golden chance to change your life, and the only thing you do is hesitate and bitching about your bad luck with women, c'mon Carl." Alyssa lost her patience with Carl, letting her thoughts come from outside.


Damon's face is watching the floor, hearing everything Alyssa said to him, his hands crossed together. Alyssa's words make him think about his lackluster life and bad luck with women and his job. He is a lackluster being without a defined purpose in life. At 32 years old, he is the definition of mediocrity.


"Sorry about this, Carl," she says, grabbing her blond hair, thinking about the words she spoke to his friend and not recalling the consequences.
"Is okay, Alyssa? You're right. I've been a guy who doesn't take so many risks and never gets outside of my comfort zone, always hiding myself from doing new exciting things. I know you're trying to help me; this is why I'm here in your apartment. Thank you for these words. I think I need them to shake my head and start to do something." He turns to see Alyssa, making contact with her.


"You welcome, Carl. I'm doing this for your own good. I care for you." She says this to him with a smile on her face, watching Carl's tired face smile as well.

"I'll take your offer," Carl says with a determined look on his face.


"That's great, Carl." Alyssa cheers up at Carl's choice and brings him the cup with that sticky substance.
"This makes you feel better; just drink it; this will help you feel better about yourself; you need to boost your confidence," Alyssa says with a smile on her face, admiring Carl's choice to get out of his comfort zone and embrace new changes in his life.

"Thank you, Alyssa; I appreciate your help," Carl says with a short smile on his face. There is the moment when he finally gets out of his comfort zone and embraces a new challenge in his life.
"This is the first day that I'll embrace a new challenge in my life; this is finally the moment when I get out of this fucking comfort zone," he says while he takes the cup Alyssa brought him and drinks the sticky content, feeling the thick yet very warm substance pouring down his throat.


"This feels very warm," he thinks before drinking the content entirely and putting the cup on the small table near the couch.

"Good, Carl, you did it." Alyssa smiles at him. She claps her hands and starts bouncing in happiness, her perky tits bouncing as a result.


"This is very sticky," he says, and the warm sticky content makes his stomach gurgle as a result.
"This tastes weird," he says, licking his bottom lip. The aroma and flavor seem somehow familiar to him.

"You're right, Carl, the liquid has a very intense flavor, but don't worry, this will help you with your anxiety problem, and you'll be able to talk with women and everyone without feeling like you're about to faint." She smiles at him, rubbing his shoulder with her dainty hand.


"This tastes weird, but good." He says, licking his lips, that the flavor of the sticky substance is still present around his mouth.
"Does it taste good, Carl?" She asks him with a sense of curiosity.
"Yes, this feels good—weird, but good anyway," Carl says with a smile on his face. This substance makes his taste buds explode with the flavor.
"This is how you are supposed to taste, Carl," she says with a smile on her face, hugging him, and then he notices this makes him feel very aroused.
"Ehm, great, I feel good." He moans in a completely horny state of mind while he notices his member turning erect instantly.

"Oh, this feels... good," he says, feeling his cock stretching the fabric of his jeans, forming a tent between his legs. He rubs his bulge, sending a wave of pleasure all over his body.


"Oh god," he moans with a hint of shame while doing this in front of Alyssa, who is just smiling at him.
"Don't worry, this is one of the effects of the drink; it makes you horny, dude. This is what the doctor told me." She says this while he watches Carl's bulge.


"I might help you with this." She grins at him and unzips his pants and his boxers, leaving his ragging manhood bare exposed.


"This makes you feel better; I'm sure of it." She grins, while she strokes his member tenderly, making his mind in a fog of horniness and blurring his rational thoughts as a result of this marvelous pleasure.

"This makes you feel really good, honey," she says, stroking his member at a slow pace while Calr moans in response.


"This is going to be the last day of your masculinity; enjoy it." She grins before stroking his member faster, while Carl moans in pleasure, thinking about what she said, but the pleasure is so intense that it overwhelms his thoughts.


"What gasps do you mean?" He says in a breathy tone that while she keeps stroking his member faster, he didn't notice his hair growing longer by the second, changing from his usual brown into a golden blonde look.

"Shhh, stop talking, honey, just enjoy the last moments of your masculinity. I promise you this is going to be great; you'll be a new person, a hotter, better, and hornier one." She grins before stroking his member at a faster pace, sending electric shots of pleasure all over his mind and body, making him moan repeatedly.


"This is crazy; this pleasure...feels...so fucking good." He thinks Carl is unable to speak a single word but moans in pleasure. His body shudders in pleasure while he notices long strands of hair obscuring his vision. The old brown short look turns into a golden mane of luscious hair.


"Enjoy it, honey; I can see you cumming" She grins at him, and while his dick spurts a load of white sticky seed, splattering on the floor, his body spasms involuntarily while he roars in pleasure.


"OH GOD, THIS IS GREAT." He thinks in his foggy mind while his flabby, out-of-shape physique shrinks, losing mass and height by the second, his face reshaping, the bones reforming, his round, unattractive face turning angular, his chin receding, his eyelashes thinning, and his eyes adopting a vapid look, glowing with glee. As a result of this marvelous pleasure, his lips turn kissable, transforming his face into a completely different look, a more feminine and slutty one.


"Your body is turning gorgeous, honey, I like it," she says, stroking Carl's member spurts more white sticky seed, forming a puddle on the floor, while Carl moans louder and his body turns feminine by the second, the flabby arms slimming, turning small and gaining a feminine toned look, his hands turning into a dainty slimmer look, the fat around his torso evaporates, leaving a small and feminine torso while a two big pair of tits hanging around his chest, his Adam's apple vanishes, his vocal cords receding, changing the tone of his voice into a high-pitched tone.


"IIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" He screams in his feminine, high-pitched voice while Alyssa laughs at that new tone of his voice.
"You sound like a randy slut, honey." Alyssa chuckles while she keeps milking his dick. Carl's legs turn slim and gain a decent tone of her new slim and toned limbs, and the fat around his legs, thighs, and ankles disappears entirely, his butt reshaping, turning into a perky toned butt with a thigh gap.


"There it comes, baby, say goodbye to your dick." She grins while his dick turns smaller by the second, inch by inch, while his dick keeps spurting the final vestiges of his masculinity before shrinking into a clit, while his testes receding into his haft, forming the ovaries, and his chalice of womanhood, opening this new tunnel of love.


"God, this feels good. What happened with my dick? I don't want this, but it feels so fucking good, so fucking great. Oh no, no, yes, yes, OOOOOOOOH." Carl's final thoughts vanish as a result of this mind-blowing climax, erasing his thoughts like everything that he represented vanishes from life.


"Say hello to your new self, Sally." Alyssa smiles, rubbing Sally's tight slit and making the slutty girl moan in pleasure as a result.
"Oh, this feels so fucking good, baby. Thank you for rubbing my naughty slit; I'm so horny." Sally purrs to her friend; she is Alyssa's slutty friend, and the duo shares with them every single moment of their lives, even on the bed, when the two used to get themselves off moments of horniness.


"This is why we are friends, honey," Alyssa grins at her, rubbing her naughty snatch.
"Oh yeah, I love it when you say that, honey," Sally purrs while she notices her body covered in frumpy garments.
"What in the world am I wearing this crap?" she says with disgust while she takes off the loose, frumpy garments and lets them fall on the floor, leaving her sexy body exposed.

"So much better," she says, thinking about the night before when she put on a pair of frumpy clothes when she was drunk.
"Remember, tonight we have a party," Alyssa remembers her friend while she nods instantly.


"Yeah, I know, I need a big hard cock to destroy my pussy," Sally grins, making Alyssa laugh in response. She has gained a new friend, and she couldn't ask for more.