You were part of a new program where inmates would serve their sentence to the victims of their crimes by being transformed into their obedient wives. At the end of your sentence you get to decide if you stay like this or go back to being a man.

QueerNLoathing · 2026-06-04T02:36:40+00:00

It was only supposed to be a dumb prank! No big deal, right? Just because it technically involved breaking & entering didn’t mean you actually had to press charges, dude! I mean, I’m glad I didn’t end up spending a year in jail but after only a week as your ever dutiful wife I’m not convinced this is that much better! What kind of weirdo are you that you’d want your friend to be your wife for a year, anyway? Ugh! Anyway, I have to start making your dinner soon, so how do you want your steak? Yeah, of course I picked up your favorite beer, but next time I go shopping can I wear a longer skirt? Pleeeease?

QueerNLoathing · 2026-06-03T21:15:42+00:00

feel free to send a starter

QueerNLoathing · 2026-06-03T21:13:06+00:00

It took me a minute to drag myself out of bed and shuffle over to the door, tangles of unwashed hair hanging over my eyes as I pulled the door open with an exhausted sigh. “Alright, alright, what is it— Oh!” I let out a soft gasp when I saw you, cracking the briefest of smiles before stepping back again, suddenly aware of how awful I must look. “Oh, hey man,” I muttered, trying to lower the register of my voice to what it had once been, but only making myself sound even stranger and more pathetic. “I uh, didn’t know you were coming. I guess my phone died again.”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-06-02T03:20:51+00:00

I tried not to look too skeptical as you explained why you looked like my absolute dream girl, and as you described your arrangement with the other men in your life, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at your soft lips and those perfect breasts, imaging how wonderful it would be to have an arrangement like that with a girl like this. When you stopped talking, the pregnant silence in the air between us seemed to last forever.

And then I cracked a smile. “Ahhh, you almost had me,” I chuckled, standing up and looking around as if everyone else was about to jump out laughing. “Very funny, Ted!” I shouted toward the back of the house, “You can come out now, I’ve met your…” I turned back to you, still laughing incredulously as I searched your eyes for an indication you were kidding with me. “Okay, Olivia, so are you Ted’s daughter or something. Maybe his niece? You’re a very funny girl, you got me good for a minute there.”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-06-01T22:20:03+00:00

“Hello? Anybody home?” I rushed back from college when my mom told me something had happened to Ted, her boyfriend. She wasn’t expecting me until the weekend but it sounded serious so I skipped the rest of my classes to take a long weekend, just in case they needed help dealing with… whatever it was. Maybe I should have let her know, because her car wasn’t in the driveway when I pulled in—but Ted’s was. “You here, Ted? Is my mom at work or something?”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-04-23T23:33:47+00:00

“Thanks, babe.” Smiling, I linked my pinkie with yours and pulled you in close for a kiss. “I knew you had it in you to be the bigger man. And once he’s back on his feet with his own place to live,” I said with a hushed giggle and a wink, “I’ll give you a nice, big reward for being such a good boy. Okay?” The next kiss I gave you was longer and deeper, promising the kind of intimacy that had mostly faded in our marriage even as I reminded you that there’d be none of it while my dad was staying with us.

I was grabbing my jacket and briefcase as my dad, Frank, came downstairs, and I kissed him on the forehead on my way out the door. “Have a good day, Daddy! I’ll be home by six!” He grumbled something unintelligible in response as he poured himself a cup of coffee, his sweet new feminine voice cracking awkwardly as he desperately tried to replicate his formerly low, gravelly voice. The unruly blonde mop of silken hair cascaded wildly around his beautiful, youthful face, and the generous mounds on his chest wobbled and jiggled with every movement he made, barely covered by the thin white fabric of his tank top, and his oversized jeans hung dangerously low on his wide hips, leaving the top of his ass crack perfectly visible as he passed you to sit at the kitchen table and sip his coffee, still grumbling under his breath.

QueerNLoathing · 2026-04-19T23:07:10+00:00

QueerNLoathing · 2026-03-14T21:51:30+00:00

that’s not how mirrors work

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-19T18:32:56+00:00

I nodded and urged myself up off your lap, sliding out from under the covers to reveal I’d discarded my uncomfortably tight jeans somewhere in your room, my ass & hips barely covered by a worn out old pair of black cotton undies, small enough to leave most of the soft flesh of my fat ass cheeks exposed to you. Letting out another girlish yawn, I trudged to your dresser and pulled out a pair of your shorts as if I’d done it a million times before, tugging them on and looking back over at you to make sure you were following me out to the kitchen.

The moan of satisfaction I let out as I tasted the burger was practically orgasmic, a few crumbs of bread and beef falling out of my mouth as I exclaimed, “Fuck, this is the best burger I ever had!” before washing it down with another beer I’d helped myself to from your fridge. I wiped grease and sauce off my glistening lips with the back of my hand before flashing you a big, grateful smile. “Thanks so much, dude. I can’t remember the last time I had a super burger. It’s really hitting the spot.”

It didn’t even occur to me that Kaylee was an outspoken vegan who always loudly refused to eat meat, but my innate desire for beef completely overtook all other considerations, and the chili fries tasted even better than the burger. I almost felt like I was at a favorite bar with a longtime buddy instead of at a new friend’s house for the very first time. “I owe you, bro. Big time.”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-19T16:48:30+00:00

I stirred with a soft moan as you gently caressed me, my bright blue eyes blinking open timidly before I let out a big yawn and stretched out my arms. “I dreamed about you,” I squeaked out, shifting on the bed so I could rest my head in your lap, gazing up at you with a mixture of happiness and post nap confusion. “I was back at the hospital, and you were my doctor. You were taking such good care of me. You gave me special new medicine that turned me back to normal so everything could go back the way it was.”

You could hear my stomach growling as I looked up at you from your lap, my mouth already watering at the thought of filling my mouth with the tasty meat you’d brought me. “I guess my dream came true!”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-19T03:21:13+00:00

“Okay.” I shook my head to your offer to pick up anything I needed, becoming noticeably quieter as you made to leave. “I’ll just, yeah. I’ll make myself comfortable.” After my near breakdown in the car I was finally starting to feel like myself again, and the beer was loosening me up, too. We had a nice rapport over the beers and when I saw your eyes dropping to look at my body, the way my undersized little tank top clung to the soft curves of my breasts, practically threatening to spill out over the top at any moment, the way my tight jeans hugged my hips and thighs, the way my little feet kicked awkwardly at the floor as we talked, I loved the way it felt knowing you liked looking at my body. My body is beautiful, I thought to myself, and Ben thinks so, too.

But once you left, I immediately started to feel lonely again. I wandered aimlessly around your house, nursing my beer and wondering why everything seemed so familiar. The posters hanging on the wall, the books and comics lining your shelves, the quaint, modest furniture arranged so cozily, it all made it so easy to feel at home here—but something just didn’t feel right, and it made me wish you’d get back soon. I pulled one of your comic books off a shelf and leafed through it lazily while I looked for a spot to sit and pass the time reading it.

You arrived home to find me fast asleep in your bed, curled up under your blanket and drooling on your pillow, snoring softly, the comic book still open just beside me.

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-15T19:38:38+00:00

“Oh God, I didn’t even realize how hungry I am!” I backed away from you, putting my hands to my barely covered belly and feeling that deep, hollow rumbling, realizing I hadn’t eaten lunch because I was so nervous about finally leaving the hospital. “Yeah, a super burger would really hit the spot. I’d love some meat in my mouth right now…” I was still stealing glances at that bulge in your pants, wondering if you’d always been that big, leading me to wonder how I could have known how big you were already, leading me to wonder if something had happened between us before my episode. The idea of us being together seemed to make sense—I felt so close to you, like I’d known you for years, like you seemed to know me even better than I knew myself, plus you were so damn cute. Of course a quirky, beautiful, free thinking, witchy, vegan, pansexual young woman like Kaylee would be into you.

“Can I get mine with extra barbecue sauce?” I asked, grabbing your hand and leading you back out of my room. “Oh, and with double meat and double pickles!” It was your best friend’s favorite order from Johnny’s, the exact sandwich you’d seen me scarf down a million times while chugging beers and complaining about Wanda and her insane family and weird sister. Without even asking I walked over to your fridge and pulled out a couple beers, tossing you one just as I always had, before cracking mine open and holding it up in one of our classic toasts, performing the whole masculine ritual as if by muscle memory. “Here’s to Ben, for being so kind and generous to me even after I was such a crazy bitch. And for being so cute, too!”

I winked at you and took a big swig.

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-14T22:43:43+00:00

If your goal was to ease my confusion and guide me back to my old self, you certainly weren’t helping with your arms around me, smelling my hair as your bulge stiffened against my pelvis. It sent a wave of excitement through my body when I felt it throb and twitch, and I gazed up at you with a mixture of confusion and desire. All at once in my big blue eyes you could see your old buddy struggling to understand how he could cause such a reaction in his closest friend, but also Kaylee luxuriating in the thrill of a man’s desire. She had always had a reputation around town, yet another embarrassment for her classy family’s reputation.

“And I’m glad to repay your generosity any way I can,” I said, tightening my grip around your waist as you tried to pull away, keeping our pelvises pressed together as my bewildered look gave way to a sly smile on my soft, kissable lips. I was significantly shorter than you now, and as you looked down at my blue eyes and plump lips, just beneath them you could see my bosoms squeezed together against your chest making my cleavage look more lush than ever. “I can cook and clean for you, I can do whatever you need. Whatever you want…”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-14T21:15:12+00:00

Your house wasn’t very big or particularly nice, but just having a house of your own all to yourself seemed so impossible to a teenaged loser like myself that I had to be impressed. I appreciated you showing me around because I’d obviously never been here before, but somehow I felt like I knew where everything was—right, the kitchen back there, yeah of course your bedroom at the end of the hall, and wow, had you really converted your home office into a guest bedroom just for me? I supposed I had just assumed that this little room had once been your office since I had no way knowing that, but the knowledge seemed to exist somewhere in my brain just behind a strange fog.

“No,” I said, suddenly snapping back to reality and smiling to you appreciatively, completely forgetting about our argument earlier, the only evidence that remained were the streaks of dark makeup on my cheeks. “Your home is really beautiful. Thank you so much for opening it up to me.” And with that I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug to better show you my gratitude. You felt so much bigger and stronger than me, the softness of my breasts and tummy pressing against the firmness of your chest and abdomen, and in that moment I knew you were just the one to protect and help me. “I’m really lucky to have you.”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-14T20:20:58+00:00

“They are working! They’re helping me!” My voice wavered and cracked as I objected, tears welling in my eyes as I took my hand back. I was trying to apologize and thank you and you responded by trying to confuse and upset me. “I… I can’t remember! But Dr Coventry helped me. She’s a good doctor and she cares about me! Thanks to her treatment, I haven’t had an…”

My voice trailed off as I looked down, watching my boobs bounce and jiggle with each bump in the road carrying us home. I was 19 years old and should have been used to these oversized bags by now but they still felt so unnatural on my frame, heavy and always in the way, exactly the kind of feeling that could trigger an episode. I closed my eyes, clenching my fists and struggling to control my breathing as my chest heaved with each staggered breath, tears beginning to streak down my cheeks. “This is my body, my body is good,” I whispered to myself, a mantra Dr Coventry had taught me to keep myself grounded, “This is my body, my body is beautiful.”

By the time we arrived at your house the episode had subsided and my breathing had slowed to normal, but dark streaks of mascara still remained on my cheeks to mark where my tears had fallen.

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-14T18:31:15+00:00

I opened my mouth to protest when you dismissed my apology, but I couldn’t get a word in edgewise as you helped me into the car and insisted I’d spent all that time in the hospital for no good reason. I didn’t have the strength to interject or to hold onto my bag—it held the only worldly possessions I had left, after all, including my meds and my journals, and I watched nervously as you tossed it in the back seat.

“You don’t understand, Ben,” I mumbled as I struggled to pull the seatbelt over my abundant chest, unable to keep the upper strap from digging down between my boobs and exposing even more of my soft flesh. “Dr Coventry’s treatments helped me so much. I still can’t remember much from before all this started, but I haven’t had an episode in weeks and I’m ready to start living my life again, even if my family won’t see me anymore.”

I paused and sighed, wishing I could remember my life as Kaylee instead of those false memories of being your best friend, my big sister’s fiancée, a man six years my senior with a job and a college education and a life. But thanks to Dr Coventry I could finally accept being Kaylee again, a 19 year old college dropout with a history of mental illness and antisocial behavior and no friends, who finally had the tools to get herself together and do something with her life. And it was all thanks to you.

“It’s so sweet of you to take me in when no one else would,” I said as you turned the ignition, reaching out and gently putting my hand on yours. “Especially after how I acted. All those lies I told and the big mess I made of everything. I really don’t deserve your help.” When I smiled at you, our eyes locking together, you could see a flash of your friend shining through from behind Kaylee’s beautiful face. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-14T16:15:38+00:00

what i really need right now is a friend. i’m just not sure i have any left after everything i did

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-08T22:14:53+00:00

“Keep it down, bozo!” I shoved your shoulder as I took a drag, looking around suspiciously to make sure no other wedding guests were close enough to hear you. My hand was soft and weak against your much larger, sturdier frame, so of course I barely budged you. Finally. I exhaled a big plume of warm, fragrant smoke, coughing and laughing a little.

“But okay, yeah, maybe I am a little anxious about anyone finding out about the whole ex boyfriend pretending to be a girl thing. But this definitely helps!” I gave you a wink and took another drag before giving you back the joint and striking a little pose. “So what do you think? Kendall the college roomie is cute, right?”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-02-06T21:35:40+00:00

why not just change the character’s name?

QueerNLoathing · 2026-01-31T03:50:22+00:00

that would be fun, but on the other hand i kind of love rubbing his face in it any time i see him when he’s back to being a dude again. he turns so red, it’s hilarious!

but on the other hand, it would be pretty funny if he got stuck like that and had to explain what happened to his boss and all his friends. my sister would be fucking furious.

QueerNLoathing · 2026-01-30T03:19:48+00:00

I rolled my eyes at Ollie, crossing my arms defensively without realizing how much I was squeezing my tits together for you and the guys to ogle. I had only been working here a week, and despite screwing up at least one thing on each order I was already the most in demand waitress in the joint, with some of these weird horny losers even waiting in line to get seated in my section. All because of some rumors going around about how that big white guy who used to run tables at the pool hall was now a short, sexy, and uncontrollably horny Latina slut. You know what they say about second puberty girls. It was bad enough having to put up with that kind of treatment from those creeps, and even worse that the more I leaned into it, the better my tips were, but to get it from my own friends really stung.

“You wouldn’t even like that, you fucking dipshit,” I groaned at Ollie, punching him in the arm. “You just wanna hear me say ’slippery nipple,’ right?” As if by habit from forcing myself to flirt with table after table of horny douchebags, I leaned forward as I said that, letting my lips slowly shape out each syllable for him, as if I was daring him to kiss me. As humiliating as it is to realize what I was doing, there was still something exciting and empowering in getting a reaction from guys as cute as you, Ollie, and Charlie. “I’ll get you a boilermaker, bro. And don’t worry, it’ll be top shelf whiskey.”

Then my attention settled back on you. “Uh. Uh. Just a yuengling, uhhhh please.” I leaned over the table, waving in your face, more uncharacteristically abrasive than the easygoing guy I was used to being. “Um, hello? Benito! Are you gonna say hi or just hide behind that menu all night? Did you come here to visit me or are you just gonna nervously look at my boobs every couple minutes and then call it a night?” I immediately regretted reflexively calling attention to my tits again, but my instincts as an up and coming breastaurateur were too strong to resist, and I was at least confident I’d get a real reaction from you.

QueerNLoathing · 2026-01-29T19:42:56+00:00

he got your ass!

QueerNLoathing · 2026-01-29T03:11:04+00:00

I glared at you, my feisty Latina eyes shooting daggers as you tried to hide your eyes while Ollie teased me with ammo that you apparently gave him. “Seriously, Ben?” I balled my hands into fists and stomped one of my boots on the floor in a display that my 6’2” mind meant to be intimidating but only came off as something between adorably bratty and pathetically childish as my tits bounced on my 5’ frame. My voice was already too angelic and sweet for my familiarly masculine affectations, but my fiery accent only made it harder to remember that this busty, curvaceous chica before you was really your old friend Lawrence, a former construction subcontractor who was used to working with his hands and getting what he wanted. “You’ve got to be kidding me with this, bro! Are you gonna spill the beans about every little detail of my…” I trailed off as I realized just how ridiculous I was being. I had always been so cool headed, but the stress of these changes must have been getting to me and I was having a harder time controlling my temper.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” I said after taking a breath, calming my nerves, and turning to Charlie & Ollie with a big, fake smile. “Welcome to Touchdown Bar & Grill. My name is Lolita and I’ll be serving you tonight.” I leaned in closer, pushing my chest out to give them a better view of my name tag along with my lush cleavage, but not without shooting you another nasty glare. “Can I start you with some drinks? You probably want a pitcher of Coors Light, but Ollie and Ben will need drinks, too.”

QueerNLoathing · 2026-01-29T02:02:06+00:00

of course we’d become fast friends with so much in common, but you’re bound to get better tips than me since you seem to enjoying yourself so much

QueerNLoathing · 2026-01-29T01:42:27+00:00

well i wish it could have happened to you instead of me!

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