Therapy session (Patreon)

“So… how are you feeling?” Dr. Chen asks calmly with her legs crossed and fingers poised over her keyboard to take notes as her patient takes a deep breath. The constant soft mechanical clicks of the wall clock do little to help Mark recall the past few months, but he always feels relaxed and comfortable in his therapist’s room. Dr. Chen smiles to herself as she watches him close his eyes and begin to describe his day to her like every weekly session together.

“Work has been much more manageable… thanks to your advice” Mark mumbles on the couch, remembering when his manager shouted at him at work, but it no longer affected him as much. His previous high standards and workaholic attitude constantly stressed him out, but his new slow and carefree attitude to work suggested by Dr. Chen made him much more relaxed in the office. He no longer seems to care about his job and finds himself struggling to understand concepts he known in the past. “It… It’s like another job suits me better than this…” Mark slurs, wanting to stay at home more and do less work like his co-worker’s wives enjoying high tea together in the afternoons.

“That’s good to hear… what about your relationships?” Dr. Chen asks, adding to the notes she already has on her patient. Recently broken up with his long-term girlfriend, Mark was also an emotional wreck when he first consulted Dr. Chen, requesting that she help him get over his heart break. “Any luck on your recent dates?” she questions, remembering the girls Mark was interested in, but his awkward social skills turned them away instantly.

“No…” Mark grumbles in response but hesitates, “but… I feel weirdly attracted to my friend, George” he adds sheepishly. He has been feeling increasingly nervous and shy around his childhood friend ever since talking to Dr. Chen about his problems; and he finds himself occasionally glancing at George’s bulging biceps and chiselled face. The therapist grins to herself as she silently takes notes as Mark’s eyes flicker open in realization. “It’s like… I’m in the wrong body and job…” he says slowly, unaware of all the subliminal thoughts Dr. Chen has been suggesting for the past few months.

“Like you’re meant to be a submissive wife to a rich man?” the therapist interrupts as Mark nods in agreement but abruptly pauses after realizing what he admitted to. Quickly denying his thoughts and turning red in embarrassment, Dr. Chen calms him down with her soothing voice and supportive smile. “I can make that a reality” she continues as Mark looks up in surprise, wondering what she can offer to him. Revealing a metal box filled with serums and tablets, she lays them all out on the table and suggests that he can obtain his dream life in mere minutes.

“I doubt this’ll do anything…” Mark scoffs as he rubs a handful of cream onto his calves after hearing Dr. Chen’s instructions; to prove his point, he takes off his pants and applies more cold cream along his entire leg. “This is some bullsh--- woooah… arghhh” Mark splutters as he stumbles forward in surprise from his feet suddenly crunching smaller with glossy pedicured nails extending out of his dainty toes. The changes rapidly flow up his legs as his calves become slender and his knees buckle and remold into a smaller size suitable for his petite feet. Mark begins to panic as fat starts to bubble under his skin, making his thighs expand and jiggle uncontrollably. “What the fuck?!” he gasps, squeezing his pillowy thighs and feeling his fingers sink into the soft flesh as his sensitive inner-thighs rub against each other.

“Don’t fight it… you secretly love it” Dr. Chen grins as Mark blushes red in embarrassment since it’s true; he loves the feeling of his thick thighs caressing each other with every step. He begins to wonder how high heels will feel on his feet as his therapist hands him another jar of cream for the rest of his lower body. Hesitating for a second, he starts to massage the ointment onto his ass and hips to feel a rush of heat building up inside. “Mold yourself into your dream girl” Dr. Chen says, watching Mark grip his hips and pull them further apart with loud bone snapping sounds. Wincing and groaning loudly, he feels his pelvic bone widen into childbearing proportions with rolls of fat still pushing them broader. Liberally spreading the cream around his ass and between his crack, he moans softly as his skin immediately tightens from the fat flooding underneath and stretching it apart. Groping his ass and rubbing in a circular motion, he feels it swelling in his palms and continues stimulating it until a round bubble butt jiggles in his hand using up all the space his wide hips have provided.

“Oh my god… it’s… actually working!” Mark mutters excitedly running his hands along his curvy hips and heavy ass he always dreamt of touching. Opening the flask of nail polish from Dr. Chen, the toxic fumes make him grimace, but he hastily paints it over his nails and watches the bright pink liquid spread evenly. Sounds of tendons tightening and bones crunching fills the room as his hands spasm uncontrollably, leaving his palms much smaller and softer than before. He gasps in amazement as he watches his fingers become slender with long and pink glossy nails extending further out; realizing that the petite feminine fingers are not suited for an office job but housework and pleasure. “Unngh… come on” Mark grunts impatiently, feeling his wrists snap thinner while the muscles in his biceps deflate and disappear into a thin layer of fat surrounding his weaker and daintier arms.

“Swallow this to get rid of your masculine body” Dr. Chen grins as Mark greedily grabs the tablets with his feminine fingers and tosses them into his mouth. He begins to shudder and contort as the capsules immediately take effect, forcing him to crumple to the floor and arch his back sharply in pain. Sounds of his spine popping smaller and curvier fill the room as he become a few inches shorter with his ass protruding further out from behind. “Looking good!” Dr. Chen says encouragingly as Mark smiles from the compliment, feeling vulnerable and weak in his petite body. Without warning, his broad shoulders crunch inwards into a smaller frame to match his contracting diaphragm, leaving his collarbones higher than before. The need to be protected by a strong man fills his mind and excites him as he struggles to adapt to his smaller and weaker body.

Hastily taking off his shirt, he rubs on a handful of ointment onto his chest from Dr. Chen who is now the same height as him. Too thrilled to change more of his body, he ignores his therapist’s warnings as he spreads the cream down to his belly and squeezes it tight; suddenly gagging and retching his lunch onto the stylish carpet, he feels his stomach flatten rapidly. “Nurggh… oh god…” he grunts, trying to catch his breath as he looks down to see a toned athletic core glistening with cream connected to his wide handlebar hips to create an hourglass figure all girls envy. His preference in food starts to change to match his new metabolism rate and fit body, no longer craving oily food but diets influencers promote online. Feeling more confident in his petite body with a prominent ass and slim belly, Mark begins to wonder how crop tops and denim shorts will look on him.

His attention shifts to his chest as his skin absorbs the lotion and warm pulsating sensation spreads across his body. “Time for my boobies!” he giggles sheepishly, pinching his already hard and puffy nipples as his areolas quickly doubles in size and darken. He wants to be noticed by men on the streets, their lustful stares at his breasts excite him as he imagines his weak feminine body being dominated by a hunk. Scooping more ointment onto his chest, he begins to massage more into him as a small mound of fat builds up underneath his nipples, pushing them into budding A-cups. “Mmhmmm… more!” Mark moans as more nerves form in his swelling breasts, sending waves of pleasure to his brain and encouraging him to grope himself faster. Rolls of fat flood into his breasts, stretching his tender skin as his tits slowly grow into modest C-cups with round under-boobs forming below. Dissatisfied with the result, Mark pours more cream onto his breasts and stumble forward in surprise as his breasts balloon into soft E-cups hanging off his chest and slightly sagging down. “Ahnn… perfect…” he pants, squeezing his breasts in his hands and feeling his fingers sinking into the flesh as his enormous tits spill out of his hands. Noticing a deep cleavage running between his breasts, he giggles to himself as he imagines all the dicks between them; with tits this big, finding a rich man and becoming his trophy wife seems easier than ever. The pleasurable sensations of playing with his new breasts makes his dick harden with arousal as he look down at it with disgust.

“A girl like me won’t need this…” Mark splutter, hoping to rid himself of such a masculine part as Dr. Chen hands him a dildo and another jar of ointment. Following her instructions, he rubs a layer of cream onto his shaft and starts to stroke his dick until his knees begin to quiver with pleasure and his breasts heave up and down with every breath. “Ahhnn… I’m… cumming” Mark squeals, as his dainty feminine fingers feel so much more enjoyable wrapped around his dick, sending spurts of cum splattering onto the carpet. Strategically pumping all the cum out of his body with his hands, Mark shudders as his balls run dry and begins to retract into his body, reforming into a pair of fertile ovaries. “Yes! Come on!” Mark groans, seeing his dick partially flaccid before grabbing the dildo and pressing it against his cock until it inverts into his crotch with a wet slurp. His eyes widen and mouth drops open in surprise as the tip of the dildo penetrates though his newly formed slit where the base of his dick used to be. “Ungh… oh fuuuuck… it’s not going to fit…” Mark moans as the dildo spreads his tight pink pussy lips apart and slowly slides inside. His eyes roll back in ecstasy as the rubbery texture stimulates his new and raw clitoris, sending juices spraying out and lubricating the dildo. Sucking in sharp breaths, he pushes the dildo deeper, forcing his vagina to open up as his warm and moist walls clench against the shaft until it presses against his womb. With the process complete, Mark pulls the dildo out with his toes curled in bliss as juices spray out and strings of fluids drip down.

“Congratulations, you’re a fully functional woman” Dr. Chen chuckles, watching Mark rub his pussy with curiosity. Hearing her compliment, he begins to imagine all the children he will have with his husband as he spends his time caring for them as a happy housewife. His previous lonely and stressful life seems so insignificant when he has an opportunity to live out his dream as a woman to a rich man. “You have a husband already waiting for you” Dr. Chen continues with a smirk as she reads her notes on the computer. Mark looks at his therapist in confusion as he wonders what she meant, seeing her take out a syringe from a drawer and approach him. “I just have to make a few adjustments… per his requests” she adds, seeing Mark hesitate and slowly back away cautiously; letting out a sigh of frustration, she crosses her arms and says, “It’s George if you’re wondering…”.

“Wha… George?!” Mark splutters as his mind immediately swarms with fantasies of him and secretly admiring him in the office. “He… he’s my husband?” he asks with a slight smile imagining the dates together as Dr. Chen plunges the syringe into his neck and empties all its contents into his bloodstream. Feeling slightly nauseous, he stumbles around and clutches his neck, feeling it becoming slimmer and smoother without his Adams apple. “What p-preferences?” Mark coughs, hearing his voice cracking higher into a sultry feminine tone dripping with lust and a strong Thai accent. Covering his mouth in surprise, he feels his lips plump up into pillowy bee-stung cock sleeves coated in pink glossy lipstick as he licks his pearly white teeth. “Why… I sound… this?!” Mark squeals in broken English as his already deteriorating intelligence makes English feel so foreign on his tongue while he can speak Thai fluently.

His face starts to tingle as his jawline softens and cheekbones pop higher to form a smaller and rounder feminine appearance. Sneezing loudly, his nose quickly crunches narrower into a cute button nose while his eyebrows and eyelashes grow longer. “Me… look good… for husband” Mark slurs as the desire to be the perfect woman for George outweighs the drastic changes to his appearance and personality. Looking at the mirror, he sees his eyes widen into a doe-like complexion with distinct slanted corners while his irises darken to reflect his new Thai heritage. “Me… Anong…” she says happily, her name sounding more natural on her tongue than her old one as she remembers George’s deep voice saying it in the past. Scratching her itching scalp, her hair rapidly cascades down to her ass, becoming jet black and silky smooth as a layer of make-up cakes her face. A shiver runs down her body as all her bodily hair disappears, leaving her skin unblemished and smooth with a healthy yellow-ish Asian tan like the other Thai girls in her home village.

Hearing a knock at the door, Anong turns around to see her husband standing at the entrance with a wide grin and her heart immediately races with excitement. “There you are, my love” George chuckles as she dashes into his arms smelling his musky masculine scent and feeling his muscles that dominate her in bed. All her worries fade away as she look into her husband’s eyes, remembering her carefree life at home with him and mingling with her friends at the local café. Seeing the happy couple hug, Dr. Chen silently exists the room to give them privacy as George takes off his clothes and effortlessly pins his Thai wife to the couch. “I just couldn’t wait babe” he grunts as he immediately thrusts his erect dick into Anong’s pussy, making her squeal in surprise.

“Mmmhmm… give me babies” Anong pants, feeling his cock slide to her womb as he begins to pound her mercilessly. Grinding her wide hips against him, she feels his girthy dick rubbing against every corner of her pussy as her vaginal muscles clench onto his shaft and lubricate it with her juices. Feeling him shudder, a torrent of hot cum quickly follows as it splatters all over her pussy and overfills out. “I love you…” Anong slurs with a smile as she spreads her pussy lips apart, feeling fluids drip out as her husband hops off her and promptly puts on his pants.

“Here’s the rest of the payment” George whispers to Dr. Chen in the hallway, handing her an envelope of cash before shaking hands with her. Making her case file as complete, she slides it into a cabinet filled with other similar looking folders. With another happy customer satisfied, she begins to wonder if she should open other clinics from all the profit; she’s not a doctor afterall, but a good businesswoman with a handful of stolen prototype serums.