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Mike was trying to make is way into a motorcycle club known as the archangels. He had gotten through the first two tests to get in and one more test remained. The leader of the club spoke to him, “Your last test is not easy, you have to drink an entire bottle of our special blend of alcohol made right here in house. If you can do that then you will be a full-time member of the club.”

Mike spoke up, “Sounds easy enough bring it on.”

He grabbed the bottle and brought it to his mouth and began to chug the liquid. After a minute mike had chugged the entire bottle.

The leader said “well you’re determined… now we wait for the changes to start.”

Mike looked confused, “Changes? What changes? What do you mean by…” Before Mike could finish his thought something started to happen. “Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” Mike looked at his hands and they appeared to be shrinking, soon he couldn’t hold the bottle with one of his dainty hands and it slipped out and shattered on the floor. “Oh, I’m so sorry I’m so clumsy; let me pick that up.” Mike kneeled down from where he was and picked up the large shards of glass with his long white acrylic fingernails. “There we go.” As he stood up he realized the bar was a lot higher up than he remembered. Mike stood on his tiptoes to see above the bar. “Isn’t the bar 6 feet tall?”

The leader replied, “yea so real men can see over it.”

Mike nodded, “Yea weird I can’t see over it.” Mike had gotten 4 inches shorter. “Is there a stool or something I can borrow? I’m having a little trouble right now.” One of the bikers brought a stool over to the bar and mike hopped up on top and naturally crossed his legs as he sat down. “Hey, can I get another shot?” The leader passed him a shot. As Mike went to grab it he noticed his arms had no muscle on them and they were completely hairless. As he was looking at his arms his long jet black hair fell in front of his face and onto the bar top. Mike flipped his head back to let the hair fall to the middle of his back. “I really need to tie that back, it is always getting in the way.” Mike felt his face and his full cheeks. He looked over to the mirror to see his wonderfully applied. He rose the glass to his lips only to have it spill all over himself. “ I swear I always forgot how large my lips are after the injections.”

The leader responded, “They look good that big.”

Mike blushed a little “well thank you.” Suddenly mikes back began to burn as his entire torso was moved towards the ground. Two mounds appeared on his chest and they were growing. The boobs were getting larger they were going from A to B, C, D, DD, E, all the way to F cups. “These huge tits are such a pain on my back but damn they look good.” Mike took another shot which was immediately followed by a sharp pain in his stomach. Mike tried to look down to see what was causing the pain but he couldn't see over his giant breasts. His stomach was flattening out. He turned to ask the leader, “Do you have any extra clothes? These don’t seem to fit right at all.” The leader handed mike a bag and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.

Mike returned with a longsleeved white shirt, black jeans, and long black leather heels. The clothes seemed almost natural on him as he had no problem walking in the shoes. He hopped up onto the barstool and took another shot. There was a sudden tightness on his legs and ass, he could feel the pants straining as they tried to fit his growing ass and thighs until they finally gave up and ripped. “These were new pants. I’m just gonna do one last shot then I’m done.” Mike grabbed the shot and downed it instantaneously. His head began to feel foggy, Mike reached down and felt his manhood recede and slowly be replaced by a slit. Mikes memories also began to fade away as they were replaced by new ones. Mike had become Mika.

“Welcome to the club hot stuff.”

Description

Mike was trying to make is way into a motorcycle club known as the archangels. He had gotten through the first two tests to get in and one more test remained. The leader of the club spoke to him, “Your last test is not easy, you have to drink an entire bottle of our special blend of alcohol made right here in house. If you can do that then you will be a full-time member of the club.”

Mike spoke up, “Sounds easy enough bring it on.”

He grabbed the bottle and brought it to his mouth and began to chug the liquid. After a minute mike had chugged the entire bottle.

The leader said “well you’re determined… now we wait for the changes to start.”

Mike looked confused, “Changes? What changes? What do you mean by…” Before Mike could finish his thought something started to happen. “Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” Mike looked at his hands and they appeared to be shrinking, soon he couldn’t hold the bottle with one of his dainty hands and it slipped out and shattered on the floor. “Oh, I’m so sorry I’m so clumsy; let me pick that up.” Mike kneeled down from where he was and picked up the large shards of glass with his long white acrylic fingernails. “There we go.” As he stood up he realized the bar was a lot higher up than he remembered. Mike stood on his tiptoes to see above the bar. “Isn’t the bar 6 feet tall?”

The leader replied, “yea so real men can see over it.”

Mike nodded, “Yea weird I can’t see over it.” Mike had gotten 4 inches shorter. “Is there a stool or something I can borrow? I’m having a little trouble right now.” One of the bikers brought a stool over to the bar and mike hopped up on top and naturally crossed his legs as he sat down. “Hey, can I get another shot?” The leader passed him a shot. As Mike went to grab it he noticed his arms had no muscle on them and they were completely hairless. As he was looking at his arms his long jet black hair fell in front of his face and onto the bar top. Mike flipped his head back to let the hair fall to the middle of his back. “I really need to tie that back, it is always getting in the way.” Mike felt his face and his full cheeks. He looked over to the mirror to see his wonderfully applied. He rose the glass to his lips only to have it spill all over himself. “ I swear I always forgot how large my lips are after the injections.”

The leader responded, “They look good that big.”

Mike blushed a little “well thank you.” Suddenly mikes back began to burn as his entire torso was moved towards the ground. Two mounds appeared on his chest and they were growing. The boobs were getting larger they were going from A to B, C, D, DD, E, all the way to F cups. “These huge tits are such a pain on my back but damn they look good.” Mike took another shot which was immediately followed by a sharp pain in his stomach. Mike tried to look down to see what was causing the pain but he couldn't see over his giant breasts. His stomach was flattening out. He turned to ask the leader, “Do you have any extra clothes? These don’t seem to fit right at all.” The leader handed mike a bag and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.

Mike returned with a longsleeved white shirt, black jeans, and long black leather heels. The clothes seemed almost natural on him as he had no problem walking in the shoes. He hopped up onto the barstool and took another shot. There was a sudden tightness on his legs and ass, he could feel the pants straining as they tried to fit his growing ass and thighs until they finally gave up and ripped. “These were new pants. I’m just gonna do one last shot then I’m done.” Mike grabbed the shot and downed it instantaneously. His head began to feel foggy, Mike reached down and felt his manhood recede and slowly be replaced by a slit. Mikes memories also began to fade away as they were replaced by new ones. Mike had become Mika.

“Welcome to the club hot stuff.”