Milk Money

Milk Money

By Tuzenbach

John was in desperate need for money. He had been laid off from the bank, and he needed money to keep him in college. John was studying to be a film director, and materials could be very expensive. Hence, John found himself standing in Dr. Nichols' genetics lab. Dr. Nichols' had needed a lab assistant, and the job paid extremely well. Much better than a bank teller. John applied and here he was.

Dr. Nichols' was a small, disheveled man, but not too unkempt. He was focused, and extremely intelligent. However, John had heard rumors that his methods were a bit unorthodox.

"It's good to meet you, John," Dr. Nichols said as he shook John's hand. "Now, you read and signed the waiver, correct?"

"Yes."

"Good. I promise none of the experiments are life threatening, but they may be a little uncomfortable at times. Currently, I'm working on a formula that strengthens the immune system. It's based on a few different chemicals, but the basis of the formula is breast milk."

"Breast milk?" John asked.

"Oh, yes. Most of the nutrients our body needs is in breast milk. I've gathered samples from across the country and have been working it into a formula. That's where you come in. I believe I'm ready for human testing. I'm going to inject the formula in you, and over the next few weeks, I'm going to inject different maladies into you."

"Like what?"

"Oh, the common cold, a minor flu virus, nothing major, John. Just basic things that make us sick. I'll see how your body reacts to the various maladies and how quickly you recover from them. I'll compare those statistics with a common foundation and see if we've made any progress. Sound good?"

"Sure, doc, whatever. When do I get paid?"

"Every Friday. Now roll up your sleeves." John rolled up his sleeve, and Dr. Nichols took a syringe filled with a murky white substance and injected into John's vein. He removed the needle and put a band aid on John's arm. "There. A quick $400 for the week already earned. Have a good week, and I'll see you next Monday. You have my number in case anything happens, correct?"

John rubbed his arm and nodded. "Yeah, I got it. That's it?"

"That's it. We'll give it a week and then I'll inject a cold bacteria into you next week. Thanks."

It was clear that Dr. Nichols was one of the strangest people John had ever met. He wasn't much of a people person, but that didn't surprise him. John went home and relaxed. He hoped the rest of the semester would be this easy. He tried to sense if he was stronger or anything, but all he could feel was a little bruise from where the doctor injected the formula. John focused on his studies and then went to the cafeteria for dinner.

John met up with Dave, Barry, and Christy, his fellow film students and good friends. Dave and Barry were planning on making big budget action films after school, while Christy wanted to make independent films, mostly about gay rights because she was a lesbian. John didn't typically like agenda films, but Christy's films focused more on just human stories where the characters tended to be gay. As for John, he hoped just wanted to make solid, nice movies, particularly comedies. Of course, just to piss off Christy, he, Dave and Barry joked about making porn on the side, just until they became successful.

The four friends sat down and proceeded to eat their low quality café food. It was meatloaf night, which John hated, so he made up for it with a large salad and a couple cartons of milk. "So," Dave said, "how was your first day with the crazy doctor?"

"Not too bad. He injected some weird formula in me, though. It's supposed to make my immune system stronger. Next week he's gonna inject a cold in me and see how my body takes it."

"That's insane, John!" Christy replied. "How could you let him do that? You could have had some freak reaction or something!"

"Well, it's been a couple hours and I feel fine. It probably didn't do a damn thing." John ate his salad and drank down a carton of milk. The milk tasted slightly different to him. It was warmer than usual, but it quenched a thirst he didn't even realize he had. John quickly opened up the second milk carton and chugged it.

"Jeez, John. Thirsty?" Barry laughed. A strange tingling sensation filled John. He felt like his skin was crawling. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and saw his hands. They looked smaller-more slender. Suddenly, his fingernails extended an inch. John quickly stood up. "I'll be back in a minute," he said hoarsely. His throat felt like it was tightening. He rushed to the unisex bathroom and locked the door. He looked down at his hands. They were hairless and, dare he say, dainty. His fingernails were long and smooth. The tingling increased and he looked in the mirror. His flesh felt like it was rearranging and tightening. He removed his T-shirt to see that his chest had lost all of its body hair. His muscles were gone as well. Instead, his chest was smooth, and pale. His arms had changed as well, but what was worse was the lack of hair in his pits.

"What the-" he tried to say when he heard a strange voice echo in the bathroom. It sounded like a girl's voice. "Holy shit!" His voice was two octaves higher. "I sound like a girl!" John pulled down his pants and saw that his legs were slender and toned. "Shit!" He reached under his balls and felt a damp opening. Barely touching the opening, he felt a wave of pleasure run through his body. "No, no!" He looked in the mirror again to see that his face had softened. His lips were full and his eyes were rounder. His eyebrows had thinned. Worst of all, his black hair had turned red. He watched it grow thick and slowly droop until it stretched down to his shoulders. "Oh my god!" he screamed as he felt the tingling focus on his chest. He saw his nipples grow rounder until two small orbs pushed forth from his chest. He tried to stop them with his hands, but they filled his petite hands. He moaned as milk gushed forth from his new vagina and small tits. Finally, the tingling and milk ceased and John looked at his new form in the mirror. Not only had his body changed, but so had his clothing. His boxers had transformed into tight red panties. The rest of his clothes on the floor made up an entire outfit.

He touched his small breasts carefully. They were very sensitive, much more than his nipples were when he was male. He carefully reached and pulled up his panties. They snugly fit around his crotch and tight ass. He couldn't believe it. Somehow, the milk had transformed him into a woman. He assumed it had something to do with the breast milk in the formula. Of course, the doctor would have a much more technical explanation. John needed to find the doctor immediately. He needed to reverse this right away. He couldn't be a girl, much less a hot one at that.

John's clothes had transformed into a blouse and jeans. John put on the clothes and realized he didn't have a bra. His pert nipples pointed out from the blouse and the jeans were almost as tight as his underwear. "Great, why I don't just write 'Fuck Me' on my forehead." John unlocked the bathroom door and opened it to find Christy standing outside.

"Oh," she said, "I thought someone else was in there."

"Nope. Just me." John replied in a voice that sounded bizarre to him.

"I don't think I've seen you before. Are you a freshman?" Christy asked, looking John up and down. Her eyes stopped on John's nipples. "Was she attracted to me?" John thought.

"I'm...Jean. I...transferred here this semester." John answered.

"Oh. Well, I'm Christy. It's nice to meet you, Jean." Christy shook John's hand. "Look, if you see a guy with black hair in jeans and a T-shirt, tell him I'm looking for him. He's average height, good shape, decent looking-if you're into that sort of thing. His name's John."

"I'll tell him," John replied.

"Thanks," Christy said and went back into the cafeteria. John rushed back to his dorm room and called the phone number Dr. Nichols had given him. It turned out that the number was his office number, and he wasn't in. John searched the phone book, but there had to be at least a hundred Nichols in the phone book. John threw the phone book against the wall and sat on his bed. He looked down at the two small breasts poking out of the white blouse. It was just too unreal. His body felt so different. His sense of balance was completely different, and his breasts jiggled as he walked. The worst part was the void in his crotch. Everything felt so smooth and small.

John got up and stood in front of the mirror. "Well, for the sake of science, I should maybe check this out." John removed his blouse and stared at the two small breasts on his chest. They were very perky. He flicked them with his fingers and felt a very pleasant sensation. He unzipped his jeans and removed them. He ran his hands down his body. He was so smooth, and his skin felt so good to touch. He slowly inserted his hand underneath his panties and touched the folds of his vagina. He gasped in shock from the sensations. He leaned over on his desk and pulled his panties down over his ass. He rubbed his tight ass and then moved his hand back to his pussy. John had some previous experience with getting women off, but he never expected to be doing it to himself.

John rubbed the folds of his vagina and then inserted a finger in it. He moaned as he fingered himself. His other hand moved up to his breast and rubbed it while the other discovered his throbbing clit. John shrieked in pleasure and rubbed faster and faster, letting the orgasm build until he finally climaxed. The orgasm lasted much longer than any he had ever experienced as a man, and he moaned over and over until it subsided. He laughed quietly as he licked his fingers. The dread of being a woman permanently had left his thoughts. He figured tomorrow would be a better day. He would be able to call the doctor and they would figure something out. Plus, it was Saturday, so he could get away with being a woman for a little while.

The next day John awoke to find himself in his male self. He sighed a deep sigh of relief. "It was only temporary," he said, noticing that even his voice was back to normal. John tried calling Dr. Nichols, but he apparently wasn't working this weekend. John left a message saying he needed to meet with him as soon as possible, and then proceeded to do some homework. The morning passed slowly. The entire time John felt thirsty. He drank some water, but it didn't help much. Lunch approached, and Dave called.

"What happened to you last night, man?"

"Sorry, Dave, something I ate made me sick. I threw up and then went home. It was awful."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I feel all right. I've been doing homework all morning."

"Well, do you want to go to lunch?"

"No, I was thinking of going grocery shopping and getting lunch there."

"All right. We'll see you for dinner, though, right? There's that film festival tonight as well. You're still going, aren't you?"

"Count on it, man. I'll see you at dinner." John hung up and drove to the grocery store. He checked off the items on his list as he passed the dairy aisle. He saw the large gallon milk jugs in the display, and he felt like he was dying of thirst. "What the hell," he thought and picked up a gallon. Rushing home, he tore off the lid and downed three fourths of the gallon.

John felt the tingling course through his body again. However, his body didn't shrink like before. Instead, while his muscles disappeared, his body was heavier. His hips were very wide and his face was round, almost slightly chubby. His hair stayed black, but grew long, while his body hair retracted and his ass grew huge and puffy. The milk poured out of his nipples and new pussy. A huge pressure was building in his nipples as they grew more round than before. Suddenly, his breasts burst out and grew extremely large and heavy, filling his shirt. "Holy shit!" John said in a sultry voice. The transformation moved to his clothes, changing his boxers and shirt to a one piece red lingerie outfit. John pulled down the red material and stared at his giant breasts in the mirror.

John didn't understand why he was a different woman than before. His breasts felt so heavy on his chest. He didn't know how he could possibly function with them sitting there. He reached down and pulled the red material away from his wet pussy.

He couldn't resist playing with his pussy in front of the mirror. With one hand he pushed one of his large breasts up to his mouth and sucked on his nipple as he continued to masturbate. He gasped in ecstasy as he savored the sensations coursing through his body. It was unbelievably sensitive to his touch. He wondered if another could do it better than himself. The thought awoke him from his lust. He didn't dare want to think about another man. He wasn't gay. "However...," he thought, "...another woman..." He stopped himself again. He was getting out of control. It was like the transformation made him extremely horny. John put the tight lingerie back in place and put on some clothes over it. His largest sweatshirt barely fit over his mammoth breasts, but it would do. John focused on doing some more work. As evening approached, he felt his body shift. He watched his breasts shrink as his muscles reformed. He sighed in relief as he transformed back into a man.

"No more of that," he thought. "I need to avoid milk until Monday. Then I can meet with the doc and get this fixed." John left for the café and met up with his friends.

They sat down and ate their mediocre food. Christy looked at John's tray quizzically. "No milk, John? I thought you drank two cartons of milk with every meal."

"Oh, I just didn't feel like it. Water sounded good," John lied as he felt thirsty again.

Dave set his open milk carton on John's tray. "Here, you can have mine, John, if you want."

John picked it up and handed it back to Dave. "Really, that's ok. Here take it back." Dave reached out to take the milk, but accidentally dropped it. Milk splattered on the table and a few droplets hit John's bare arm.

"Shit!" he yelled, and wiped his arm with his napkin.

"Dammit. I'm sorry, John, I'm such a clutz." Dave helped clean up the mess, as John felt the tingling in his body again.

Thinking fast, John said, "Shit, guys, I just remembered that I have to go to the film lab tonight. I need to do some more editing to my project. I've gotta run."

"Can't you even finish eating?" Christy asked, confused.

"No time," John said and ran out of the café. His arms had already transformed, and John could feel the milky dampness in his chest and groin. "Great! A couple of fucking drops of milk is all it takes!" John rushed into the bathroom again and locked the door. He watched his body shrink and change. His hair turned bright red and curly. It extended all the way down to his ass. He pulled off his dress shirt and pants where he was only wearing his undershirt and boxers. They transformed into lingerie. Two small breasts appeared as his smooth pussy overtook his penis and balls. He was taller than usual, but very slender. His legs were long and sexy, and his breasts were small and pert.

He sighed in frustration as he peeked under his panties. He was a natural redhead even. "Fucking great," he said in a luscious alto. He put on his clothes and walked home. Not knowing what to do, and afraid to arouse himself, John watched TV.

A knock sounded from the door and John opened the door before remembering that he wasn't himself. Christy stood there with a surprised look on her face. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Come on in and I'll tell you." John proceeded to tell Christy the events since Friday when he was injected with the formula. Christy didn't believe him at first, but John recalled personal events that only he would know.

"Unbelievable," Christy said. "How does it feel? I mean..."

"I masturbated last night as Jean. I have to admit, it felt great." John looked down in embarrassment. Christy smiled. John looked at her and asked, "Um...by the way, were you attracted to me last night? You were looking at my nipples."

"Well, it was hard not to notice them with that shirt you were wearing last night."

"Yeah, I guess," John said, chuckling. Christy leaned over and kissed John lightly on the lips. John flinched.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you're gorgeous and...I haven't been with anyone for a while. I guess I just figured that since you're a guy deep down, you wouldn't mind."

"Yeah, but we're friends, Christy."

"That's why I thought you wouldn't mind too much," she replied. John put his fingers up to his lips. The kiss was nice. Suddenly, he leaned over and passionately kissed Christy. Christy returned the kiss and stuck her tongue into John's mouth. John moaned with pleasure and proceeded to take Christy's clothes off. The two stripped each other naked and kissed and sucked on each other's breasts. John had always thought Christy was attractive, and she definitely had nice tits, but he never considered realistically making out with her because she was a lesbian. However, in Jean's body, John supposed he was a lesbian as well.

The two licked and kissed each other all over until they finally focused on each other's pussies. They moaned in ecstasy as they brought each other to orgasm over and over. After several times, Christy moved up from John's pussy and laid down next to him. The two fell asleep in each other's arms.

Sunday morning John awoke to find Christy still naked and asleep in his bed. He had transformed back into his male form. He couldn't believe that he had had oral sex with Christy last night. He tried not to think about how wonderful it felt to have his pussy eaten out.

"Christy? Christy, it's time to wake up," John said. Christy slowly awoke and saw John staring at her. She let out a yelp and covered her chest with the bed sheets. "How long do you stay a woman, John?"

"Around 5 hours or so, I figure. I've only been awake for one transformation back into myself." John turned his back to Christy as she dressed. She thanked John for telling her and for the prior night. She promised she wouldn't tell anyone, and said that he was a good friend. John shrugged and meekly admitted that it was fun. Christy left and John looked at his day. He didn't have too much homework, so he figured he'd relax and watch some football.

The day progressed and John's thirst for milk returned. It was getting so bad that John thought he was going to choke. He opened the fridge and desperately grabbed the milk container. He opened it and drank the rest of the gallon. He felt the tingling course through his body. He walked over to the mirror and waited to see what kind of woman he would become this time. His body shrank and became slender. His legs were very long, and his hair turned light brown and long. He took off his clothes. He watched his penis be swallowed inside of him as his breasts spurt outward. They weren't as big as the afternoon before, but they were full. His face was young and gorgeous, with sexy eyes. Finally, the transformation ended and he took a good look at himself.

John put on his transformed boxers and shirt. They were white panties and a top, and they fit comfortably on him. He sighed as he felt like his thirst had been quenched. Sitting down, he continued to watch the game. However, it wasn't very exciting, and his thoughts turned to Christy. He reminisced on the events of last evening and found himself removing his panties. He moaned as he rubbed his pussy.

John discovered his clit and rubbed faster and faster. He quickly climaxed to an orgasm, and he squealed in a small, soprano voice. He felt cum drip from his pussy as he put his panties back on. His body felt so good, that he wanted more. Not in his right mind, John put on some clothes and drove to the grocery store. He bought another gallon of milk, but what was even worse was that he found himself flirting with the check out boy as he made his purchase.

Rushing home, John chugged half the gallon down. He took of his clothes and stared in the mirror, waiting to see if it would affect him. Suddenly, milk spurt forth from his pussy and nipples as he felt a huge pressure build within him. His skin crawled and his breasts swelled. His hair turned dark black and his pussy felt like it was expanding. Finally, the sensations ceased and he looked in the mirror. Even his clothes had changed again.

His breasts were ridiculously huge, and his pussy dripped with warm cum. He gasped at the sight and found himself giggling. John was terribly horny to the point that he had lost all control. It was obvious that drinking milk as a woman only multiplied his lust greatly. The milk stopped dripping from his nipples and pussy, and John opened his door. John saw Aaron standing in the hallway. Aaron was a quiet nerd that no one really hung out with. Aaron's mouth dropped in shock as John walked up to him and pulled him into his room. John proceeded to rip off Aaron's clothes and throw him down on the bed. John licked Aaron's surprisingly huge penis and rubbed it in between his massive breasts. Finally, John planted his pussy onto Aaron's throbbing dick and rocked back and forth as Aaron pumped harder and harder. John screamed as the pleasure was like nothing he had ever experienced. Eventually, Aaron's hot semen filled John as he climaxed. John got off of Aaron and sighed. He felt relieved and quenched. He grabbed Aaron and pushed him out of his room and threw his clothes out behind him. Closing the door, John laughed and went to sleep.

A few hours later, John awoke in fear. It was only 11 o'clock at night, and he had fucked a guy. Something had taken control of him. He remembered drinking the milk as a woman and transforming into the slut that had used Aaron as a sex toy.

He got out of bed and put his boxers back on. He didn't know what to do. He picked up the phone and called Christy. She answered groggily.

"Christy? It's John. Can you come over? I need to talk to you immediately. It's important."

"Sure, I'll be right over." John hung up the phone and paced around his dorm room in fear. He looked at the fridge and knew the milk was waiting. He knew the thirst would overtake him again as well. And Christy was coming over. The next thing John knew, he was finishing off the last of the milk. He watched his manhood disappear in the mirror while thinking about Christy's tongue. His body reformed into a woman with long red hair again, but with large breasts and a tattoo this time. He began to understand that the quantity of milk made a difference.

Christy knocked on the door and before she could stop him, John was taking off all of her clothes while kissing her lips and tits. Christy reciprocated and the two ate each other's pussies. Finally, John rolled over and giggled. "Thanks, I needed that," he said.

"I guess. Usually I'm the aggressor, by the way. But you're so damn good as a woman though, that I didn't mind playing along."

"I fucked Aaron tonight, Christy."

"The nerdy guy who lives next door? Shit, John. What's happening to you?"

"I don't know, but the thirst is unbearable. And I'm extremely horny when I change. This body feels so good, that I lose control. I have to see Dr. Nichols before it's too late."

"It'll be okay, Jean," Christy said, hugging John.

"Don't call me that. I know you probably should, but I don't think I should encourage this. I've done that enough."

Christy got up and walked over to her backpack. "That's too bad, I really like you this way. To tell you the truth, I had even brought some milk hoping to change you tonight." Christy pulled out a half gallon container of milk and opened it.

"Well, you got what you wish, I guess." Christy sipped a small bit of milk. "Can you put that away, Christy? That's the last thing I want to see."

"Is it?" Christ asked and quickly threw it on John.

"No!" John yelled but it was too late. The milk seeped into his body and changed his body again. He felt his breasts swell and grow larger as his pussy deepened and grew wetter. His hair turned blonde and his face changed as he moaned in ecstasy. His tits and pussy dripped with milk. Christy stared in amazement as John transformed. His clothes changed as well as John sat up. His breasts were gigantic.

"You're in for a treat now," John cooed and grabbed Christy. He pushed her mouth toward his giant breasts and made her suck. Milk was still seeping from his breasts and she lapped it up. Suddenly, she felt her body fill with a strange tingling. She backed away and John saw her transform as well. Her breasts expanded and her face and hair changed. A stud appeared in Christy's tongue and her clothes changed into a purple one-piece outfit. It was still her, it was just an even more attractive version. And hornier. Christy stared in disbelief. She grabbed her giant breast and licked it. "Fucking unbelievable," she said. "I feel great!"

John went over to her and sucked on her mammoth breasts. The two embraced and performed orally again. They relished each other's new bodies and sucked on each other's pussies for a long hour. Finally, the two grinded their pussies against each other until they orgasmed. The two fell asleep in each other's arms as the night before.

John awoke to find himself in his male form again. He cursed and got out of bed. He looked at Christy and saw that she had turned back to normal as well. Furious, he quickly put on his clothes and headed to Dr. Nichols' lab.

John entered the lab to find Dr. Nichols studying some reports. "Ah, John, you're a little early aren't you? Oh, I just got your message though. Is there a problem?"

"Hell yes there's a problem."

"Let me guess. You drank some milk."

John stared in shock. "How...you knew?!"

"Sorry, John." Dr. Nichols pulled a vial out from his coat pocket and dumped it on John's forehead.

"No!" John yelled, but it was too late. His body absorbed the milk and transformed. His clothes reformed into a black corset and panties as long red hair covered his face. John fell to the floor and immediately began rubbing his pussy.

"Ah, it was as I calculated," Dr. Nichols said. "Milk transforms you into a vixen that is horny, but breast milk makes you so horny that you need to satisfy yourself immediately. This has turned out better than I thought."

"Why?" John barely cried out as he stroked his clit.

"I need money, John, and I need a woman in my life. The transformations will slowly cause your mind to enjoy being a woman more than a man. You'll transform yourself continually, and you'll eventually become a porn star. It's in the genes, I'm afraid. I have a lot of needs, and I'm smart enough to make them happen. I'm sorry it had to be you, but let's face it, you weren't going to make it as a director. But as a porn star, you'll be a huge success. If I'm not mistaken, you've probably already experimented a lot during the weekend, correct?"

"You-you bastard," John said as he climaxed. Dr. Nichols pulled out another vial and dumped it on John.

"Be careful what you call me, John," he said as he watched John transform again. His breasts swelled and his hair and clothes changed again. Milk oozed out of his tits and pussy. He stood up and grabbed the doctor.

"Sorry, doctor," John cooed, "and call me Jean. By the way, you reap what you sow." Jean squeezed her breast and squirted some of that milk that was still oozing from her tits onto Dr. Nichol's face. He flinched and then felt the tingling begin. The tiny amount of milk transformed his body. Short red hair burst out of his scalp as his face regressed in age. Tiny breasts with large, round nipples peeked out of his chest as his slender hands covered his newly formed pussy. His clothing changed into a white top. The doctor pulled it down and stared at his body.

In a fit of lust, the doctor embraced Jean and sucked on her breasts. The doctor drank up the last of the milk oozing out of Jean's breasts and changed her body again. Her breasts swelled and her hair grew long and changed from red to a reddish brown mixed with black. Her clothes changed again to tight netting that covered her body. Jean embraced her and the two let out their lustful desires.

"If I'm going to be a porn star, you will be too," Jean said and laughed.

Jean and Dr. Nikki made several successful pornographic films directed by Christy. The three lived and ravished each other together in California.

End.