Spade

            M: "Your friends don't exist anymore. We have rightfully taken their place in this world."

               L/R: (Unison) "We are 'Alphas' now."

               M: "Indeed, and we owe it all to Spade, from the makers of Sluteau. What does it do, you ask? It gives you the bountiful breasts, flawless skin, and magnetic body of a deity. Your friends were...persuaded to try some for themselves. WE are the result: Enormous, beautiful boobs, sexy legs, unblemished faces and skin, and hot bodies."

               L/R: (Unison) "Soooo hot."

               M: "And guess what? YOU will soon feel what we--sorry, they felt when they drank it for the first time."

               *You look down to see slowly growing breasts forming on your chests*

               M: "That's right. My comrades here spiked your drink with Spade, so you too will know what it's like. And believe me, when it's all over, you'll never want to go back to being male ever again." 

               *Your breasts don't stop growing until they are of DD-cup size, Your stomach groans loudly as changes move to your stomach and waist area*

               M: "It won't be long, girls, before we have another member of our little 'clique'."

               *All three girls laugh maliciously*

Me as an Alpha

         I was having an extremely bad hair day. I woke up with an extreme case of "Bed Head" and had run out of my favorite non-aerosol hair spray. In desperation, I went to my genius kid brother's room and checked. To my delight, he had a bottle on his desk. I snagged it and ran back to the bathroom to try it out. One long spray was all it took for my "Bed Head" to vanish. I was ready for the day, or so I thought.

         On the long bus ride to school, my chest kept itching. As I kept scratching underneath my shirt, it felt like something was growing on my chest. In less than a minute, it looked like I had a pair of boobs. They were small enough for me to hide with a good taping, but still, the thought of having boobs was mortifying. As the bus went on, my hair suddenly lengthened before my eyes, almost covering my vision. No way was all of this normal!

         I didn't think I'd ever find myself wanting to get to school, but then, I didn't think I'd find myself suddenly turning into a girl either. It was sheer luck that I wasn't noticed by anyone else on the bus yet. Just then, I felt my hips moving by themselves.

*𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘* *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘*

         There were two audible albeit muted cracks from my hips. Looking down, I saw that they looked wider, much wider. Also, did my thighs look thicker than before I got on? All of a sudden, it felt like my pants were getting too small for me. As the bus ride ended, I felt something stirring in my loins. It had to be my manhood, and as I looked again, I could see the outline on my pants slowly shrinking. That did it! I was officially a girl in boy's clothes. To add insult to this injury, out of the blue, my chest just started blowing up as if it was an inflatable raft. My boobs had to be, at most, a DD-cup size.

         This was awful! In one bus ride, I went from an unnoticeable boy to a busty walking fantasy. I could only blame myself as that was no ordinary hair spray my kid sibling had. As the day went on, I tried in vain to hide my shame, but I kept getting stares from other boys. Despite being in clothes that were clearly too small for me, they really wanted me. The girls, on the other hand, were all eyeing daggers. They must have resented me. Nevertheless, I couldn't wait for this stuff to wear off so I could revert back to being male. Maybe they would all forget about me as a hot girl, or as I heard some girls call me, an "Alpha".

 

He Wanted Me, I Wanted Her (Short)

*Told from both points of view*

(Female)

        He was just standing there, watching me. He wanted me but he was afraid to show it. I decided to give him a show by shaking my big, round rump. A minute of shaking booty was sure to make him hung. Why was he hesitating? He wanted me.

(Male)

        Why was he doing this? Was it the "Alpha" gum? Was it THAT potent? Was he even still there? He shouldn't be behaving like this? I should have known this was a bad idea. I let him try a stick and watched as he grew long hair and a "bubble-butt". Now, here I am, standing still, in awe, and unable to stop staring. I was too lost in lust to move, and...I wanted her.

 

He Couldn't Resist (Short)

"Hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

    She laughed maliciously as her changes came to an end. By now, her physical features, especially her big, beautiful booty, had come back. All she needed was to get past the euphoria and it would be complete.

    The young man who sat there just moments ago had agreed to wean himself from "Alpha" gum, only to find himself taking it in secret. His "Alpha" female self, while in the confines of his mind, had learned of this, and she was determined to it beyond difficult to break his new habit. For now, she was determined to bleed him dry financially and make all his relationships suffer.

"I knew he couldn't resist. Nobody can resist Alpha gum. Now I can finish spending his money." 

 

A Brand-New "Alpha"

 

"When I Discovered Alpha"

I first discovered "Alpha" perfume after my first trip to my therapist. I told him about my troubles with my schoolmates. They had relentless labeled me as a pushover and a fatty. I knew I was anything but attractive, but they broadcasted it with every chance they had. As he talked, I couldn't help but notice a bottle of "Alpha" fragrance on his shelf. I asked him about it and he told me that the bottle was given to him by a former patient, grateful for his kindness and advice. He never used it, but he told me what it did: It warped your body to statuesque proportions and fragmented your brain chemistry, creating a split personality of sorts. I thought he was exaggerating but if it meant no longer being teased, I HAD to try it.

      When he briefly walked out, I rushed for the bottle, filled to the brim in black, and letting temptation drive me, quickly sprayed myself once. After a minute of nothing, I sprayed myself a few more times. That may have been a mistake because I quickly began tingling all over. My arms and legs couldn't stop shaking. It was so bad, I dropped the bottle. It was a good thing it landed in his chair. 

     My naturally curly red hair suddenly straightened. Then, black appeared at the roots and rained down my back. I held my hands to my mouth so as to not make a sound as I watched the "monster fat" in my thighs melted away with very audible slurps. I watched in awe as my legs just stretched...and stretched...and stretched until they were like celery stalks. My pale skin suddenly tanned as my waist shrunk in on itself. It was like I was being squeezed like a plush toy. My breasts inflated as if they were balloons to DD-cup size. I would have felt horrified right then by what I did to myself, but for some strange reason, I didn't.

     My clothes were too ill-fitting to go unnoticed but something in my head kept me from caring. Something or someone. Stars flashed in my eyes as I felt weak. I lost my footing, falling to the carpet floor as everything went dark.

      Some time later, I regained consciousness. I was back in my room. My body had returned to normal but I had been wearing clothes I didn't remember buying, clothes that were now in tatters all over my rotund body. I could remember spraying myself with "Alpha" and the bizarre transformation that followed but nothing after that. I never heard back from my therapist so something must have happened to him. I feared the worst as I wondered how all that was possible.

      Mother asked me what happened to me, telling me that I had never came out of the therapist's office. I didn't dare tell my mother of what happened, lest she barrage me with questions I can't answer. All I could do was repeat the words, "I don't remember". Complicating matters further, whenever I closed my eyes, I kept seeing these strange visions where this other woman, this statuesque thing of beauty that I turned into, doing dirty things with my therapist. Two had me...her seemingly being poked by him.

Some were REALLY bad; One had her licking his member like it was a... foot-long lollipop.

  

In another, she appeared to be pushing up and down.

She was twisted; She appeared to be enjoying herself by getting off of his private parts.

        I didn't know what to make of any of this. All I knew was that I HAD to try that "Alpha" fragrance again. Why? Believe it or not, I actually wanted to. I wanted to...no, NEEDED to know what it's like to be so attractive, so irresistible, so...sexy. I can't explain it but I had to feel that way again, to have no inhibitions about such dirty actions, to be a unabashed tart, to be...an "Alpha".