Beta virus 1 [male shrinking, penis shrinking, male wg, premature ejaculation, cuck]

In the early 2019's, a new virus was discovered.

It was named "Beta virus" by the population. The symptoms included loss of height and muscle mass, weight gain, shrinking of genitals, increased libido and premature ejaculation issues.

These effects manifested themselves differently depending on the person. A few lucky ones exhibited no symptoms at all, while some received all of them.

Due to the virus affecting exclusively white males, there was a lot of speculation of it's origins. Some accused China for developing it to weaken the western world, while some believed it to be the work of aliens.

 But the source was never discovered, and even if it were, it would've done little to cheer up the victims. The changes inflicted by the virus were permanent.

You were one of the unlucky men who ended up exhibiting every single symptom.

You'd gotten yourself a new girlfriend just before the outbreak, but it only served to make your situation feel worse.

She tried her best to support you and to convince you that your situation didn't bother her. But you could tell that she was only pretending. Every day you could catch glimpses of her cringing, sneering and glaring at you condescendingly when she thought you weren't looking.

You were so much shorter than her now, and everything you did together reminded you of that. You looked like an obese child next to her, your eyes barely at the same height with her belly button.

Sex had become an impossibility. Even when you figured out a position to work around the height difference and stop your fat gut from getting in the way, your now 6 centimeter cock was not cut out to penetrate your girlfriend past her pussy lips. And every time you tried, you'd be spurting your load, sometimes even before she was undressed.

But she didn't break up with you, possibly because being supportive lovers to beta virus victims was trending on social media. Your girlfriend would be continuously taking photos of you struggling with everyday tasks, as well as detailing your sex life on her blog, in a tone that made her look like an angel but was thoroughly embarassing for you.

It was obvious that she was no longer interested in you romantically or sexually. So your girlfriend started testing your limits, to pressure you to break up with her so she could become single again. She would openly talk about other men, especially of her black friends who, obviously, were not affected by the beta virus. She continuously suggested threesomes and described in great and dirty detail all the things she would do if you gave her a permission to invite another man to your bedroom.

 One day, your girlfriend finally broke you. Once again, she brought up the possibility of a threesome, and as you stared at her huge, fat tits, listening to her droning on about how she would love a real cock between them, your little dick twitched and you blew a load in your boxers, squirming uncomfortably as your girlfriend laughed.

She took your hands free orgasm as a green light to start cuckolding you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it even if you wanted to.

Fame denied [m2bbw]

Five fates [m2bbw, gas]

Most men would consider this kind of transformation a punishment.

But you're not like most men. Your mind is corrupted to a point where it will no longer reject a female body.

You can't deny it. It's that perverted mind that led you all the way here.

Even if there were a high possibility of personality changes and difficulties associated with the transformation, you'd still take the leap.

Keep reading. You'll be presented with images below, all of which could be the new you.

But there is a catch. Once you've viewed a picture, it's officially your new body from that point onwards...

... Unless you choose to view the next image, in which case it'll overwrite the previous transformation.

There will be five pictures total - that's five different fates.

The deeper you go, the more depraved your body and mind will become.

So make sure to scroll down slowly and carefully consider stopping when you feel content.

You can exit the page anytime to go live out the rest of your life, but there won't be a possibility to reverse any changes.

The first image is coming right up... Now is your last chance to walk away as a male.

Ready?

Off to a strong start. Your figure is proportionate yet curvy, and your mind is largely intact, though your sexual preferences are now leaning slightly towards males.

You're young, attractive and in great physical shape. Your intellect and life experience will give you an upper hand among your peers, no matter what kind of path you choose to carve out for yourself. All the doors are open to you and you can become anything, from a housewife to an accomplished academic, or from a camgirl to a record breaking athlete.

Should you exit this page now, there's no doubt that your life would be fulfilling, especially if you choose to work hard for your goals.

Why not stop here?

This life would be an upgrade for you.

Yet you're still scrolling down.

Turning down a chance for a perfect life and for what? To satisfy your depraved fantasies?

Be warned that the next fate will not offer nearly as much potential or freedom.

Here it comes, life number two.

Guess who's that busty princess in the bathroom? It's you.

You're now an overweight teenage girl with breasts so massive that they'll always be the defining part of your identity.

Both men and women will mostly refer to you as "the girl with the huge tits".

Though you could still strive for a respected career, your ambition and self control are now watered down to a point where the path of least resistance will almost always seem more tempting to you.

It's very likely that you'll end up as a camgirl with a loyal base of fans, from which you'll eventually choose a mate based on looks and wealth.

But you'll find it difficult to stay faithful, due to your cute face and enormous chest always attracting attention from guys.

Are you unhappy with this? Perhaps you should have settled for the first one.

Or maybe you want to still keep going hoping that the next life is better?

Coming up now, life number three.
 

Looks like you just lost a couple of cupsizes in exchange for the rest of your body filling out.

At least you look more proportionate now. A lot of men won't care, though.

You'll struggle with your weight on a daily basis. Getting around, doing chores, even finding romance, everything is now more difficult because of your obesity.

Even if you tried, all your attempts at losing weight will be doomed from the start. Dieting will only make your situation worse, as it'll backfire as an unbearable increase in your already considerable appetite.

Your size will cause you insecurity, leading you to lowering your expectations and goals for the future.

But at least your face is still attractive, and your chance to settle down with some chubby chasing working joe is high. Eventually you could even have his kids, unless your obesity presents complications in childbirth.

So... Are you still going to keep scrolling down?

The simple life of a fat housewife not good enough for you? 

Are you absolutely sure?

Oh dear. What a shameless display.

You're no longer blessed in the breast department. At 35 years of age, you're now past your prime and relying on desperate men to make a living.

You're a fat hooker, making a living by appealing to men who love trashy fatties with big asses.

Your intellect is diminished to a point where you're unable to hold a conversation with the majority of people.

You're constantly exploited and abused, and you're too dumb to even realize most of the time.

The only positive aspect of your stupidity is that it's made you unable to feel embarassed by anything you do.

In addition to your insatiable libido, this makes your job as a prostitute easy.

Perhaps, if you're lucky, some perverts will be interested in you romantically, but they'll all be disappointed eventually when they find out what an empty shell of a human you are inside, having no talents, interests, or personality to speak of.

One more chance at a new life is waiting below.

You could cut your losses and stop here.

Remember, this next fate will be permanent. There won't be more options after, and there is no going back either.

Knowing this, are you sure you want to risk it?

Well, congratulations for making it to the end.

The man fondling your ass is not your husband, or even your lover. He is your owner, your master, and you're his guinea pig.

He is a sadistic man with a fetish for completely ruining and humiliating a white woman.

He's conditioned you to obey any command he gives, and to only be turned on by black cock. He's stretched your pussy and anus to a point where you're able to slide in a baseball bat in either hole without experiencing discomfort.

He's fed you medication that has irreversibly altered your digestion and given you flatulence issues for the rest of your life.

Recently, he's entertained the idea of finally feeding you to a point of immobility, and once you're permanently stuck in his cellar, unable to escape because of your weight, his next project will be to replace all your speech with squeals, snorts and oinking.

And who knows what he'll come up with after that...

Enjoy the rest of your life, however short it might be...

Fetching bikinis [m2bbw]

You thought that the pool would be empty, but there was one other person there: a plump, buxom lady, completely nude. You expected her to be startled upon noticing you, but she appeared delighted.

"Can you help me? My bikinis fell off into the pool..."

It was the most blatant flirting you'd ever seen, like an intro to a porn movie. The swimwear was floating only a few steps away from her. It was obvious she wanted help with something other than fetching clothing.

"I'd have to strip naked to do it", you said teasingly.

"I wouldn't mind that at all... And I also wouldn't mind rewarding a handsome man for their good deed of the day", she answered in a seductive tone.

That was good enough for you. You took off your clothes. The woman gave you a generous view of her massive tits as she licked her lips, while eyeing you from head to toe.

As you stepped into the water and reached for the bikinis, they suddenly began to move by themselves, slithering underwater like some type of an aquatic snake.

Faster than your eyes could follow, they spun a few laps around you, before wrapping themselves tightly against your skin. The top and bottom slid to their respective areas. The sensation was disturbing.

You were terrified by this sudden twist, but the woman seemed unphased, giggling at your situation.

"Oh? You could have asked for a permission if you wanted to try them out", she said jokingly.

But to you, there was nothing funny about the situation. The bikinis kept tightening around you, the top was now constricting your breathing. The surface of the water appeared to be rising, but it only took you a second to realize that it was your body that was becoming shorter.

You desperately tried to rip and tear the bikinis apart, but it was becoming a futile effort as your male strength faded away, most of your muscle definition melting into soft, feminine fat.

The constricting sensation grew even stronger as your chest area expanded into two huge breasts, filling out the bikini top.

 

You tried escaping from the pool, but the cursed swimwear kept pulling you towards the center.

You turned your face toward the woman to plead for help, but there was no one there anymore.

Soon you felt the grip of the bikinis loosening, and with all the might your new female body could muster, pulled the top towards your face and successfully tore it in two using your teeth.

This released the magic placed on the bikini...

But it also took away your only hope of ever changing back, as you would no longer be able to use them to pass on the curse to someone else.

You looked down. The massive mammaries rested heavy on your chest, sagging towards your sides. The water that only a moment ago was only up to your thighs was now above your navel.

All that lost height was compensated for in your weight. Your arms, your legs, and especially your stomach, every part of your body was now encased in a layer of fat.

 Eventually you found your way back to your place to dry yourself off and calm down. But the tingly wetness between your legs demanded something other than a towel to fix.

It wanted specific kind of male attention, and the craving was so insatiable that soon your whole life would revolve around nothing but that...

Infinite corridor [m2bbw, gas]

 The last thing you remember is going to sleep in your own bed.

Yet somehow you now find yourself returning to consciousness in a corridor of a building you don't recognize.

A mysterious black woman is confidently strutting away from you.

You politely greet her, but she neither stops or turns around.

So you chase after her.

Surely the woman could tell you where you are and what's going on.

But despite your multiple attempts to get her attention, the woman continues to walk onwards, as if intentionally ignoring you.

Perhaps she could simply be deaf, you think to yourself.

So, you accelerate your steps to catch up to the woman, intending to gently tap her shoulder.

But no matter how much faster you attempt to walk, the distance between you remains the same.

Everything appears so surreal, yet too real to be a dream.

You feel strange sensations throughout your body, growing stronger by the second.

Something deep inside of you, perhaps a primal instinct that's laid dormant your whole life, suddenly awakens.

It's telling you to escape, to run away from this woman.

She's luring you into a trap.

A transformation from which there'll be no way back.

It's already begun.

You can tell by the sound of your steps against the wooden floor.

Your body is swelling, becoming heavier all over.

Your thighs are starting to make contact with eachother.

Your chest is jiggling uncontrollably with your motions.

No, turning back is not an option at this point.

You have to catch the woman and convince her to reverse these changes.

So you try to run after her.

But it's no use anymore.

You've become too fat to run.

Barely managing a ridiculous waddle that sends ripples all across your flabby frame.

The woman is much further away now, still walking towards what looks like almost an infinitely distant exit.

You try shouting at her, but it comes out as a girly scream.

"Wait! Don't leave me like this!", you yell, your voice cracking with distress.

This seems to trigger something.

You hear a thunderous rumbling sound from behind you.

It's some kind of thick green vapor, slowly approaching you as it fills the corridor.

You look ahead and notice that the woman has disappeared.

Perhaps the exit is closer than it seems, you think to yourself.

Emboldened by this hope, you try to accelerate your pace once again.

Within seconds your body is glistening with sweat and you're out of breath.

Perhaps, in your former body you could have made it.

But now, at 400 lbs, it's impossible.

A horrible stench stings your nostrils.

The mysterious fumes have caught up to you.

It's like the concentrated smell of the worst toilets you've been in.

Almost as if conscious, the gas fiercely enters you through your nose and mouth.

Your stomach swells even larger as the smelly fumes become a permanent part of you.

You pass out for what feels only like a second, and wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar, dirty apartment.

You gasp for breath and open your eyes, slowly letting your glance wander downwards to tell you what you already know.

You haven't changed back.

You're an obese young woman, still drenched in sweat.

Still smelling that awful stench.

You can feel a fart building up, but the bubbly sensation is much stronger than anything you've experienced before.

 

You try holding it in so bad that tears start running down your cheeks, but the effort is meaningless.

You're completely unable to stop yourself from letting out a huge fart.

A neighbor starts banging on the wall, a muffled male voice yelling "keep it down, fatty!"

You also hear a female sound coming from where you assume the front door to be.

"Yes, ma'm. The target's fate has been altered. There is now zero chance he'll ever cross paths with you. And he'll never gather a loyal following, the way he is now. Did you hear the sound of his... Relief just now?"

After several tries you manage to heave yourself up, but by the time you've waddled to the front door, the woman is nowhere to be seen.

You've been left stuck, in this overweight body, a life you know nothing about, and with severe, incurable flatulence.