Apparently, estrogen and progesterone are being trialled in ..
🕑 Added 2020-04-27 19:50:55 +0000 UTC
Apparently, estrogen and progesterone are being trialled in their effectiveness in treating coronavirus. As some of you may know, I do enjoy the feminization fetish… so this concept really tickled my fancy! I wrote a little fetishy short, let me know if you enjoy it and feel free to skip if this fetish isn’t to your taste! ;)
The year 2020 marked the beginning of the first major coronavirus outbreak. Countries across the world were struggling desperately to come up with any sort of treatment or vaccine. Doctors realized that women were far more likely to survive than men, so in a last ditch attempt to save their patients lives, they began injecting them with estrogen.
One of the patients in the first pilot studies, Matt, was a fifty year old man who was struggling to breathe in his hospital bed in Mt Sinai hospital. He hadn’t needed to be admitted to the ICU, thank god, but he heard murmurs from the nurses outside his room that people often took a sudden turn for the worse. He was terrified that any day now he would have to undergo the terrifying procedure of being ventilated, a tube stuck down his throat while he is sedated, barely half alive, not knowing where he is or why he can’t breathe. He knows he’s lucky to be alive even now.
A doctor he has never seen before knocks briefly on his door, not waiting the polite beat before opening it. She looks a bit frazzled, her under eyes dark through his protective goggles. The doctor checks her pad.
“Hi, uh… Matt.”
Matt feels his heart begin to race. He tries his best to do the breathing technique one of the nurses taught him when he felt agitated.
“Hello, doctor…”
The doctor, apparently unaware that it was polite to give her name, rushed on.
“Matt, you’ve been selected as a potential candidate for a new trial we’re running. We’ve noted that women are far less likely to experience any symptoms of COVID-19, and when they do, they are far less severe. We have a theory that a combination of androgen blockers, estrogen, and progesterone may help men survive. As you are one of the few male patients we have who is conscious and able to consent, we were wondering if you’d like to participate.”
Matt’s mouth went dry.
“So this combination, it would turn me into a woman?” Matt asked, nervously.
The doctor squinted her eyes at him. She sighed, saying, “Well, it depends on your definition of a woman… some side effects might be the development of breasts, softer skin, reduced seminal fluid with ejaculations, and more powerful orgasms… if that’s what you mean by a ‘woman’, sure. But you can certainly still call yourself a man.”
He began to feel a warm rush
to his cock. Matt had often wondered what it would be like to have the soft, gentle skin of a woman, the soft protrusion of breasts poking through his shirt… Not that he would have ever told anyone this.
“Are there any health risks?”
The doctor nodded and laid a paper filled with a bunch of medical jargon beside his bed. She started explaining different terms and their various likelihoods of occurring To be honest, he didn’t even listen. His heart was pounding again, this time in excitement. He hoped she couldn’t see the outline of his cock begin to show through the blanket on his bed as he began to fantasize about what he might look like with more curvy hips…
Matt signed the consent form, of course. His thoughts were, who wouldn’t want to take a pill and be transformed into a woman! All the better that he was at the hospital, away from his wife and kids… he could always explain that it was just a temporary treatment and he shuddered with the pleasure of imagining it might be permanent.
Matilda, his favorite nurse, came in the next day to administer his treatment. She was about to poke the needle in his upper arm before she paused and enquired, an odd tone to her voice, “Would you like to try a less painful method?”
Matt, who was feeling like crap enough, readily agreed.
“Lay prone on your stomach with your ass up.”
Matt’s cock immediately became painfully erect. Matilda looked down and noticed it, smirking.
“I thought you might like that..”
He quickly got into position. Matilda pulled open the back of his hospital gown, gently sliding the needle into his left ass cheek. She slowly injected the cocktail of feminizing chemicals. Matt felt high, the tip of his cock dripping with cum.
“Fuck” he shouted into the pillow, absolutely losing his mind.
Matilda gently slapped his ass.
“You can lay back down now,” she said, “If only I had known what a slut you were earlier… Don’t jerk off. I want you to save that cock for me.”
Matt lay in his bed, his pillow drenched in sweat. His breathing was heavy now, but not because of coronavirus this time. He fought the urge to rub his cock and tried to fall asleep.
He woke up in the middle of the night, unsure if what had happened was just a dream. He made his way to the bathroom and felt the bandaid on his ass. The memory rushed over him again and it took everything he had to not furiously masturbate right then and there. He (she?) touched her skin, posing in the tiny hospital mirror. She gently rubbed her nipples, shocked to find them sensitive in a way she had never experienced them before. She didn’t know if she was imagining it, but she thought she saw the slight curve of breasts and more feminine hips forming…
Matilda showed up the next morning and carefully closed the door, pulling the curtains around them. She placed her finger across Matt’s mouth, indicating that she shouldn’t make a sound. She pulled out Matt’s cock and gently began to stroke it. Matt struggled not to moan as Matilda worked her hands up and down her cock. Matilda pulled apart her gown and gently slid Matt’s cock across her pussy, which was dripping wet.
Her cock was so hard that it ached. She hadn’t jerked off in a week, being too tired, and hadn’t had sex in almost 2 years, after her wife lost interest. Matilda guided the tip of Matt’s cock into her, slowly lowering up and down. There wasn’t enough stimulation for Matt to come, but almost…
Finally, Matilda slid Matt’s cock all the way inside her. She whispered in her ear, “You’re not allowed to come until I let you.” Matt moaned with pleasure. Shee began to slowly hump her hips, unable to resist. Matilda pushed her down.
“You’re mine.”
Matt stopped moving as Matilda slowly began to use her cock. She rubbed her clit as she slid up and down. She was silent, but Matt could tell from the contractions of her vagina that she was near orgasm. Her pussy was so wet that it was dripping down Matt’s thighs.
Her breathing labored, she whispered in Matt’s ears, “You can come now.”
They came together, in silence. Matt had never experienced an orgasm like this before. She felt the release in her head, like an emotional wave crashing over her, rushing down through her body and through her cock into Matilda. It lasted for a full minute, her cock quivering long after it had ejaculated all her remaining cum.
Matilda cleaned the two of them up and left the room. Matt slowly fondled her newly forming breasts as she fantasized about round two…
