Perfect Body, Part 1 (Male to Female TG) (Patreon)

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Chase Argyle has little to complain about. He’s pretty good looking, reasonably fit, makes solid money working as a banking manager, and has a highly intelligent girlfriend in Jennifer Hayes. But the world is not enough for Chase, who likes to secretly indulge in other women on the side. But when he decides to inject himself with a chemical his scientist girlfriend has developed, one that promises the ‘perfect body’, he quickly finds his body changing in ways he could not have imagined, and always in response to arousal at the sight of the women around him.

Perfect Body, Part 1: The Vial

They say cheaters never prosper, but I think I’ve done alright by myself. After all, I’ve managed to hold down Jennifer for three years now without her even noticing. I’m not a bad person, seeing the occasional woman on the side, just a red-blooded male who takes his chances and is willing to give over to his nature. All guys are like that: I’m just one of the few that admit it. It sounds harsh, cheating on your girlfriend, particularly when she’s been so loyal to you, but the truth is it’s actually quite easy when you just accept it’s the way you are.

It’s not like I’m malicious or anything: Jennifer Hayes is seriously a nice gal. Normally I go for more exotic chicks, but there’s something real down to earth about her, and I think we clicked ever since she came into the bank asking to speak to the manager about an accounting error, and I was the one to help her sort it out. Normally I don’t really go for brunettes - I don’t even like my own brown hair - and to be honest, she hasn’t really got much of a shape to her, what with her flat ass and even flatter tits. But she’s got a great sense of humour, a sharp wit, and is really athletic too, which is great. She’s a fucking genius in chemistry and biology, makes a fat stack of money, and unlike a lot of girls I’ve dated, she’s willing to get freaky in the bedroom to make up for her physical shortcomings. Seriously, it’s just a shame she doesn’t have titties to do an actual tittyjob, or else I might never have ‘stepped outside.’

My point is, I’m not a badguy. I’m not Darth Vader or anything. I’m just Chase Argyle, bank manager, soccer enthusiast, and womaniser. The last part isn’t really my fault. As I always say when I have an argument with Jen, “I just can’t help myself!” She usually realises I’m not the type to change. Sometimes a man just needs to have a good lay with another woman, after all.

I was doing exactly that when I got the call from Jen. Erika was a fucking stacked black chick with huge brown nipples I just loved to suck on. We had an on again/off again sort of vibe: when she wasn’t dating a dude she asked me over to Netflix and chill as a way of keeping comfort. She had no idea I was with Jennifer, or even who she was, so I kept things pretty private with her. Some of my other girls, like Casey, were down to clown and didn’t care that they were being fucked on the side. In fact, I was reasonably sure that sexy blonde was actually married. But on that day, I had felt like doing a chick like Erika up the ass, since that was one of the only things Jen wasn’t a fan of, having let me do it only three or four times.

“Ohhhhhhh f-fuck! Ohhhhhh shove it in! Shove it right in, baby!”

My phone buzzed.

“Ignore that!” I said.

She did. I gripped her soft hips and fucked her, hard. I had a pretty good dick, not the best but certainly not the worst, and so it was good fun to use, particularly with someone as horny as Erika. I thrust in and out of her, enjoying the slap of her perfect ass checks against my body. The contrast of my light skin to her dark was quite erotic, and soon I was fucking her like wild, her pressing her backside against me with ever greater vigour as she got closer and closer to orgams.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me in the ass baby, make me yours! Yes yes YES YES YES!!”

I didn’t last as long as I wanted: I never really did when I was fucking a chick as hot as Erika. Still, I managed to get her almost to the point of orgasm, and while I was still cumming into the condom, I thrust several more times and pushed her over the edge.

“YYYYEEESSSSSSSS!!!”

I grinned, savouring my own singular orgasm all the more. When we were done, we collapsed down together, and I took care of the condom not long after. The phone buzzed a second time, and this time I picked it up. It was from Jen. It was her eighth call.

“Fuck.”

“Everything okay baby?” Erika asked, nuzzling against me. I tilted the phone so she wouldn’t see.

“Yeah, it’s just work. It must be important. Sorry, I gotta go.”

“Awwww,” she said, sliding back onto the bed. “I was hoping we could snuggle. I miss cuddling. Do you think we could ever . . . you know, try actual dating?”

I grinned at the sight of her curvy beauty. It was tempting, alright. She was a lot hotter than Jen. But she was also . . . let’s say, more independent. She’d see through my bullshit easier if we were constantly together. Jen was pretty trusting, after all. Needy, even. Like she had something to prove, at work and in the home and bed. Plus, she cleaned and cooked pretty well, while Erika and I always ordered takeaway after fucking.

“Maybe another time,” I said, leaving the possibility open. Always good to keep them hoping. “Sorry Erika, I’ve got to get dressed and call them back.

She pouted her lovely full lips in disappointment. That was another thing, she didn’t like blowjobs. Jen did. Big reason to go with the latter right there.

“You have a good day now. And thanks. That was fucking hot as always, Erika.”

“Mhmmm, I bet it was. Let’s do that again next time.”

“Let’s.”

I finished dressing, used some of the cologne I stored at her place to wash away the scent of sex, and stepped out of her apartment. The second I dialled Jen on the way to the stairs, she responded.

“Finally! What took you so long, honey?”

“Had a work thing,” I responded.

“Well, get over to the lab! I want to show you something! It’s finally happened!”

I stopped on the stairs. My heart stopped too, before beating rapidly in excitement. “The serum? You think you’ve perfected it?”

“Uh-huh! It’s worked on the test subjects - no human trials yet, but the mammalian cross-species problem won’t be an issue. It works on mice, rabbits, even sheep! It should definitely work on people.”

“You’ve done it,” I said, in awe. “A serum that creates the perfect body.”

I could hear her laugh, high and giddy and unbelieving, on the other side of the line.

“We did it, Chase. I couldn’t have done it without the team’s support, or yours. Oh my God, I love you so much! End your work thing so you can get over here and see it in person!”

“I will! I’m heading there right now, honey. Promise, and love you.”

“I love you, so, so much!”

I smiled, and ended the call. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I did a silly little tap dance. There was, conveniently, a mirror nearby on the ground floor of the apartment complex, one that revealed me in all my glory. I wasn’t half bad: 6’1, reasonably handsome, fairly fit, pretty charming. My brown hair was a bit too frizzy in places, and I had lines beneath my eyes that were starting to appear now that I was thirty years old. Yes, I was quite a catch, but not a whole catch. A handsome man, but not a stunning one.

So yes, that’s the other reason I kept Jen as my girlfriend these last three years. She was experimenting on creating the perfect body, and it was my ticket to being better than ever.

And fucking all the supermodels I could ever want.

***

Jen’s lab was not technically hers at all, but she was such a genius whiz that she practically ran the show. She was three years older than me, but had about three decades of smarts over me. Luckily, they weren’t the kind of smarts where you could read people and their lies. They were book smarts, the kind of smarts that had earned her some excellent funding for her own private project to allow a chemical makeover of the body into whatever the subject desired. The project backers were likely rich corporate types, but the day-to-day lab operation was hers, and it meant she was able to give him access. When he used his key card to enter, she practically launched herself at him.

“CHASE!”

After the wonderful curves of Erika, she was like a bag of bones, at least she felt that way. I hugged her back, cringing a little and wishing she didn’t have the hips of an eight year old boy or the chest of a wooden plank. Still, I was enthusiastic.

“I practically ran here, Jen,” I declared. “I’m so proud of you! It really works!”

“It does! Oh my God, it actually does, Chase. I meant what I said, the last three years of you have really helped me reach my scientific potential. Your support has been so, so needed.”

I grinned. You have no idea, Jen, you wonderful naive woman.

“Well, I think you’re pretty damn genius on your own, Jen.”

“That she is,” came a third voice, also female, “but please, monsieur, save some compliments for zee rest of us.”

The sweet and sexy French accent could only have come from Jennifer’s lab partner and best friend Juliet. She was not a bad looker herself, with dark black curls and mysterious grey eyes, and a stare that could wither you. She intimated me a little, to be honest, but that intimidation held a kind of sexual excitement. It was too bad she was so close to Jennifer, otherwise I’d woo her in a hot second. As it was, I simply had to enjoy the sight of those wide hips of hers.

“Juliet, great to see you! And congratulations as well!”

She folded her arms, raising one eyebrow judgmentally. “Well, I doubt zis is a professional visit, so I shall leave zee two love birds, yes?”

Jen blushed a little. “Thanks Juliet. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll see you, and hopefully with a nicer boyfriend!”

That was the other thing that prevented us from having a fun little side deal: Juliet hated me. She really did feel like I was hiding something, though she’d never found out what. Apparently I just gave her ‘bad vibes.’ Ah well, as they say in her tongue, cest la vie. She left, giving Jen and I space to kiss, and passionately at that. Her lips were a little too thin for my liking, and her hair too coarse, but she had a cute ‘geeky scientist’ vibe to her, especially with her cute glasses and huge smile. And when she made out with me, she really made out with me. As she did at that very moment, pulling herself tight against me and sticking her tongue passionately into my mouth.

“I’m going to show you the serum in a moment,” she moaned as I squeezed her, nibbled at her neck, “but after that I want you to fuck me.”

“Here? In the lab?”

“I’ve disabled the cameras, honey. And no one will care if we clean up and they never find out. I know you’ve always had a kink for that, and tonight I’m just so excited that I need you to cool me off!”

She was bouncing with an endearing excitement again. I kissed her once more.

“I’m more than fine with that, darling. But first, show me what you’ve done.”

She beamed, and led me with her keypass through the doorway that led to the serum housing.

***

The fridge was filled with vials and vials, rows of them. Numerous attempts, numerous failures, a history of progress towards an outcome I held dear: not only a chance to be in my virile twenties again (not that thirty is bad, mind you, but to have an extra ten years of the party life!), but also a chance to live life as a figure of incredible strength, virility, handsomeness, and manliness. A chance to make Bradd Pitt look like Danny Devito.

Jennifer pointed to a single green vial in the centre of what looked to be the thirteenth row. I counted twice just to make sure. Thirteen down, seven across.

“That’s the one. The ‘Perfect Body’ serum,” she said. Her voice was calm as she could make it, but I could tell she was radiating excitement.

“I can’t believe it,” I said, being honest for once. “You’re going to make history with this, Jen. To think, this year you’ll be able to start trialling human subjects to have their own perfect bodies! Hell, you can even use it on yourself!”

Her smile gave way to an awkward frown. “Um, what’s wrong with my body?”

I felt a sudden chill in my spine. “Nothing, nothing! I’m just saying that, er, you could be younger-”

“Am I too old for you?”

“No, I didn’t mean that! I - you’re fucking with me.”

She giggled. “I told you I can tell a good lie! Well, I guess it’s not fair, since you’re such an honest man.”

She wrapped a bony arm around me. “Still, it’s years off human testing anyway. So many hurdles to jump through. But it will happen.”

Years. Years?

“Years? What, really? You’re not lying to me, are you?”

She shook her head. “I’m surprised I never told you. Even if it gets fully approved - and keep in mind we still have a ways with animal testing to go - human testing has a lot of ethical boundaries to consider. I actually do plan on being the first human test, but only when I’m actually sure. I can . . . well, it sounds a little shallow, but I know you like bigger boobs, and mine are small.”

“Pshhh! They’re perfect!”

They weren’t, but she still blushed a little. “You’re sweet, but I never really liked how flat-chest I am. I don’t want monster boobs or anything, but maybe some full C’s? D’s, if I’m feeling adventurous? I don’t know, what do you think?”

I was too focused on the massive spanner she’d thrown in my works. “Sorry, what was that dear?”

“Bigger boobs, yay or nay?”

“Whatever you want, dear, you’re beautiful either way.”

She gave me a light punch on the arm. “Yay it is, then. Besides, I can give myself that gift in a few years. It’s not like I don’t deserve it, or Julie for that matter if she wants some changes. We’ve done the heavy lifting for all this amazing research, and I’m okay with bragging about that.”

She closed the fridge, securing it with a lock. I had the code memorised already: 3141, the first four digits of pi. A silly little joke of hers, one that frankly wasn’t that funny, but I pretended to like so she wouldn’t change the code.

She pressed her back against the fridge, a big grin on her face as she looked up at me. I couldn’t deny, she had a kind of ‘sexy librarian’ thing going on.

“So, now that I’ve shown you the lab’s goods, how about I show you mine?”

I stepped forward and kissed her, slowly unbuttoning her lab coat.

“Just find us a place to lie down, and I’ll enjoy those goods nice and slow, dear.”

Just twenty minutes later we were fucking passionately in her office, me on the chair, her riding me. I had to say this for Jen, no one was quite as good in that position as her. I just wished I had a big set of tits to shove my face into as I slid inside her. Instead, I kept my eyes trained on the door to the cold room, and thought about how much better life would be when I had the perfect body.

I had a plan, and I would put it into action once I’d fucked my naive genius of a girlfriend’s brains out.

***

Jen cooed on the floor of her office, our half-naked bodies intertwined. She was almost still with post-coital pleasure, and just to make her unreasonably comfortable I had procured a pillow from the little lounge area, and a blanket as well. She always got sleepy and dull after sex, another reason to find other women to enjoy: sometimes a man just needed to fuck two or even three times a night, instead of a measly one. As it was, I’d positioned her perfectly to not see me.

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I whispered as I did up my trousers. “Then I’ll come back.”

“Can you get me a tea?” she murmured, eyes already closed.

I smirked. It was almost too easy. I silently took her access keycard from her coat, and wandered off to the security door. I opened it silently after buzzing ‘Jennifer Hayes’ in, and made my way to the fridge. The post-sex bliss was heightened by the thrill of what I was about to do; not only commit the perfect crime, all thanks to my own girlfriend foolishly shutting off the cameras for me, but also gain myself the perfect body.

I remembered the right vial: thirteen down, seven across. It was so much like the others, perhaps just a little greener. I took it, examined it. I knew enough about the testing process from my extensive questioning of Jennifer- all under the guys of a boyfriend taking an interest in his girlfriend’s career, of course - that the serum had to be injected. I took one of the labs disposable syringes, stabbed it through the thin cork, and extracted a portion of it. Not enough for them to know any was missing, but enough to affect me - I knew that just ten mils would do the trick, at least according to what she’d told me.

For a moment, I hesitated. Was I really about to do this?

But then I thought of how good it would feel, not only being far fitter, far stronger, far younger and hotter and more masculine, but also the kind of hot chicks I could attract with that sort of bod. Sure, it would hurt Jennifer’s feelings, but ripping the bandaid off was the best solution. I chuckled to myself. Hell, maybe just ghosting her would be easy, if I looked different enough.

I took the syringe, and injected it into my upper arm. There was a brief sting, then the injection of fluid, then it was done. I disposed of the syringe into their little plastic bin, checked that there wasn’t any trace of evidence, and then returned from the lab as if I’d never been there. I came back to Jennifer’s side, and she stirred, having never noticed what I’d done.

“Mhmm, did you get the tea, honey?”

“Oh, no. I forgot, sorry.”

“Oh. I wish you wouldn’t always forget that.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect,” I said, a smile on my face.

Nobody, that was, yet.

***

I slept over at her place, as I tended to do. I was feeling quite virile already, and we fucked a second time despite her usual sleepiness. I wasn’t sure when the serum would work, but I hoped it would start acting over the next week. I was probably imagining it, but it felt like there was a sort of glow within me, a shifting of my nerves, a tensing of my muscles, as if they were eager to grow and swell and become all the more impressive.

After I finished in her, we went to sleep together. It must have been a pretty good lay we had, or maybe it was the effect of the vial, because I woke up incredibly late - so late, in fact, that I had to grab some awful fast food breakfast on the way to work or risk becoming late. My stomach was ravenous, and my skin tingled with a strange energy I’d never felt before. I won’t lie, it was hard to focus on my managerial duties at the bank when I was filled with excitement for the potential changes to come. What would the ultimate, perfect body look like? Would it be some standard genetic ideal? Or my own personal want? Jennifer had said something about the effects of adrenaline and conscious desire upon the process, but that was ages ago during the development stages. How long it would take was a mystery to me. Jennifer had said the mice became stronger and more virile (and even gained a higher libido) in mere hours, but the sheep had taken longer.

“Damn,” I muttered to myself as I sent several pointless emails regarding the latest branch memo. “I should have asked further questions. Was just so damn excited!”

I was excited enough that I was actually getting aroused. No, that was definitely not normal. It had to be a side effect of the injection. There was nothing remotely sexy about managing a bank, except the occasional attractive woman that entered. It was, after all, how I met Casey. The gorgeous blonde had the most gorgeous legs in all of creation, and just picturing them in my mind was enough to give me a throbbing erection. God, I wanted to fuck her right at that very moment. Her and Erika with her perfect dark skin and big booty, and Juliet with those wide hips and sexy accent, and even my old flame Yun: I just loved a sexy Asian single mama with a thirsty need for my dick.

I was so fucking aroused and hard that I almost didn’t notice when my secretary buzzed me. I jolted, terrified for a moment that I had been caught, either stroking myself at work or because I had stolen a vial. But there was no evidence for the stealing, and my office had no cameras in it, and had very opaque misted windows. There was no way. I answered the buzz.

“Chase Argyle speaking,” I said.

‘Mr Argyle, there’s a woman who has been referred to you regarding a desire to reduce her interest rates. She seems to think she is owed a reduction.

I rolled my eyes. Of course, another damned Karen, likely with the same terrible haircut, pudgy body, and a fucking entitled attitude that just made you want to swear off women altogether. Still, it was part of the job, which paid well, and maybe dealing with a character like this from behind my desk would be enough to deflate my raging boner for an hour. Who knows, maybe rage and frustration were the emotional ingredients necessary to trigger the start of my changes to perfection? Regardless, it would be a distraction from the continual anxiety over whether it would even work for me.

“Send her in then, Maggie,” I said.

I prepared my desk, putting on airs of professionalism, and waited for her to come through. The door clicked and opened, and it was then that I saw, not an ugly middle-aged bitch of a woman, but a gorgeous young creature in need of my services, with a set of particular features that were almost impossible not to take in.

As she sat down to introduce herself, my body flushed with heat, and that strange tingling became more and more powerful.

Something was happening.

To Be Continued . . .

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