Being A Slut

By Ed Miller

It was 2024, and viral nano-technology had become the treatment of choice for many serious diseases. It had only been slightly more than a decade since the breakthrough that caused it to go from a crackpot theory to a widespread reality.

Of course, there were still drawbacks. If we'd been able to perfect true nano-technology, such as sci-fi writers had been describing for decades, we probably wouldn't have had a problem with the one-time use limitation of the viral variety we had. But miniaturization techniques still hadn't progressed far enough to build complex machines that small. Instead, the breakthrough had come when a group of researchers had hit upon the idea to combine the nano-machines that we were able to build, which basically were only capable of slowly destroying cells so that they'd regenerate, with a gene-altering variety of the influenza virus that had been created in a lab.

This was really just the combination of two previously known processes. The nano-machines had been around for a while, and they were useful in therapy to help people who had small but inoperable cancers; the nano-machines attacked the cancerous cells, and the body replaced them with healthy tissue. Similarly, the ability to create gene-altering viruses had existed for a few years, but mostly as a medical curiosity. Even if you replaced all the genes in a person's body (which was unlikely, since their immune system would probably eradicate the virus before that could happen) it didn't mean that they'd suddenly change to match their new DNA. Even the skin takes seven years to regenerate itself completely, and there are some organs that don't replace cells at all.

But the two processes together could work wonders. It was still limited, as the body's defenses had a tendency to attack the nano-machines and the viruses, but so long as the change was in a relatively small region of the body, great things could be done. People with defective hearts could have a new, healthy one grown inside them, cell by cell, without ever having to be hooked up to an artificial heart. Defective livers, brain defects in infants, blindness due to hereditary factors, all of these were now curable problems. There had even been a good deal of success in re-growing limbs and organs lost due to accident rather then birth defects.

Of course, there were still those limitations. It could only cause a major change in a relatively small part of the body, and it was only fully effective once. After a month or so, the immune system figured out how to fight both the virus and the nano-machines, and attempts to use the therapy a second time had met with much less success. That was the reason that viral nano-technology for plastic surgery had been outlawed in the United States. There was still a thriving trade in Mexico, though, and lots of Americans took vacations across the border to avail themselves of the amazing things that could be done to improve their appearance. Overweight people had their metabolism custom re-engineered, aging trophy-wives had their skin re-elasticized, and strippers had their breasts augmented to gigantic proportions but still remained "natural."

But it was the sex-change operations that had always grabbed my attention. I first read about them when I was starting High School, and that had pretty much determined my career path. The first time I heard of a man who had had his genitals replaced by a woman's, all using non-surgical techniques, the idea stuck in my head for days, and I was walking around with a hard-on for most of that time. The idea turned me on to no end.

That had, of course, been my fantasy since I'd been old enough to have sexual fantasies. I'd read everything I could find on the technique on the Internet, hoping to hear of some advances. As it stood, replacing the genitals was pretty much the limit of the technique; that was as much as it could affect, and it sometimes needed two or three applications of the treatment (each less effective, and for a shorter time) before it was complete. Most of the guys who went through with it ended up with normal pussies but immature or incomplete reproductive systems, and the rest of their bodies were unaffected. More conventional techniques were necessary if they wanted a more feminine figure.

That was why it was no good to me, even though the thought made my cock nearly rip through my pants, it got so hard. By the time I was thirteen years old, my gender was quite obvious to anybody at even a cursory glance. I was certainly the only guy in junior-high who could grow a full beard, and I'd already developed the build of a football player. I won't claim that I didn't enjoy it somewhat in high-school, since a linebacker on the school team who showers regularly and isn't a complete moron can basically do whatever he wants. Grades are never a problem (not that they would have been anyway; I was a quite a bit brighter than the average linebacker) and I had all the sex I could have wanted.

But after the victory parties, when I'd adjourned to a bedroom and was busy humping away between some petite cheerleader's legs, I'd always be wondering what it felt like for her. I'd always be imagining myself as the cheerleader, with a hot little cunt between my legs and massive tits on my chest, a huge cock plunging into my wet pussy. I'd imagine my petite, girlish body kneeling down so that I could envelop a hot, thrusting dick between my lips, sucking it with a passion I couldn't control. I enjoyed sex with girls, but my fantasies never consisted of me ravishing willing cheerleaders. It was always me that was being ravished.

Which is why I had gone the way I had in college. I wasn't good enough at football to go pro, but I did manage to get a scholarship. I was, however, the only player on the team majoring in bio-technology. I managed to get my Bachelor's, and then hung on for my Master's. Since I'd finished that, I'd been helping Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom with their research, and hoping all the while for a breakthrough that would let me live out the fantasy I'd had since puberty. Over time, my fantasy life (being denied of any chance of expression in real life) fed on itself, and my fantasy body became more and more exaggerated. The breasts I envisioned myself having grew from a DD- or an F-cup, that being what I had envisioned when I was in high school, to truly stupendous proportions. I'd always had a love affair with enormous breasts, and as time went by my mental construction of my fantasy female body became more of a caricature of voluptuous exaggerated beyond belief, with an elevated sexual desire to match. All the time, though, I was most turned on by the thought of my dreams becoming a reality, of a breakthrough that would let me live them.

Now, finally, it looked as if that breakthrough had happened. I don't claim that I had anything much to do with it. I was basically doing lab-tech work, while Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom probably knew more about nano-technology and viral gene-surgery than anyone else in the world. They'd both been working on ways to make their half of the technique more resistant to the human immune system, and it looked as if they'd succeeded. With a Teflon-based shell bonded to the nano-machines and a "stealth" gene grafted to the virus so that the body had a harder time locating it, they'd managed to keep both nano-machines and virus present In pigs for more than a year, much longer than the six months it took to effect a whole-body change. Originally, they'd been worried about the "stealth" gene getting passed on to the animals, but that had turned out to be no problem at all. I'd watched, taking samples, as a mottled pink male pig had slowly, cell by cell, become a small, brown and white female pig. According to the tests, the cells in the pig's body had been replaced completely, and its body now conformed exactly to the information in the new genes.

That's why I was waiting for Lemount and Bloom to come in today, long before any of the other lab-workers were due to show up. The obvious next step was to try the process on a human volunteer, and I wanted to step forward. Obviously, though, I wouldn't have wanted to broach the subject of exactly what changes I hoped to have made with everybody else around.

When they arrived, I asked to speak to both of them privately. We sat down in Dr. Lemount's office as I haltingly tried to explain to them what I proposed.

"Wait a minute, Jack," Dr. Lemount interrupted. "Do you mean to tell me that you want to be a woman?"

I glanced at Dr. Bloom before I managed a weak "yes" I response. She was really the reason that I was embarrassed. Dr. Lemount was a non-descript, forty-ish man. Not the sort of Neanderthal I expected to ridicule me when I came clean about my desire to be a girl. Dr. Bloom, however, was a striking dark-haired woman not far on the other side of thirty. I'd only talked to her socially a few times; like most of the guys that worked in the lab, I was a bit intimidated by her. Not only was she extremely attractive, much more so than one would expect from someone who worked in the field she did, but everyone was aware how intelligent she must be to have reached the amount of success she had at her age. In any case, it felt very strange to be confessing to a beautiful woman that I wanted to be a beautiful woman.

"And have you spoken to a therapist about this?" Dr, Lemount continued.

"Uh, no," I responded. "There didn't seem to be any point, really. I mean, there was no way the technology could come anywhere near what I had in mind, and I wasn’t ready to compromise on something half-way."

"And now?" Dr. Bloom asked.

"Well, now it looks like it may be possible. I know that you're planning to test the new process on a human volunteer, and I'd like to be the one." I was blushing furiously now, but I'd managed it without
stammering.

"Well, I don't know, Jack," started Dr. Lemount. "I think we had something a bit less... extreme in mind for a first human trial."

"Why? It worked perfectly on the test animals," I responded.

"Yes, but..." Dr. Lemount started, but Dr. Bloom cut him off.

"I believe that's something for us to settle between ourselves, Robert," she said to Dr. Lemount. "As for Jack, I think we had best have him talk to someone in the psychiatry department. If we were to go through with his suggestion, we'd definitely need psychiatric documentation."

That was more or less the end of that interview. I had a number of meetings with a psychiatrist that Dr. Bloom recommended, and there seemed to be little doubt in either of our minds that I was an eager and willing candidate for the experiment, if Lemount and Bloom decided to accept me as the volunteer. As for Lemount and Bloom, they continued to avoid talking about anything but business with me in the lab for most of a month. I didn't know who else they had heard from to volunteer as a test subject.

But every night when I went home, I would strip off my clothes as soon as I was inside my apartment and masturbate furiously while I thought of myself as a girl. In my fantasies I was a tiny blonde with huge breasts, sucking and fucking dick after dick with an insatiable hunger for cock. The thought of being a girl, the thought of men fucking me, had been my constant fantasy for so long, but it gained a new power to arouse me now that it seemed as though it might come true. The fact that my dreams might be near to becoming reality made them more detailed and erotic than they'd ever been before.

Finally, Dr. Lemount stopped me as I was leaving at the end of the day, and asked me to come into his office. Dr. Bloom was there, and when I sat down I was on the edge of my seat with nervousness. Were they going to tell me that they were accepting my offer, or that they were going with somebody else?

"Jack, we've conferred between ourselves and with the Psychiatrist that Dr. Bloom recommended to you. Are you still willing to volunteer for the experiment?"

"Yes," I replied immediately. My breath caught in my throat.

"Then I believe we're prepared to take you up on your offer."

I was so thankful, and so horny, that I nearly missed what he said next.

"There will be a great deal of paperwork to be gone over, of course, but it seems as if it's more or less a done deal."

"How soon..." I started. "I mean, when can the procedure be done?"

"Well, as far as the nano-machines are concerned, we could do it tomorrow," Dr. Lemount said. "My department is more or less ready to go, since they don't have to be customized on a case-by-case basis. I think that's a question better directed to Janet."

"Hmm," Dr Bloom said. "Well, Jack, we're going to have to talk a bit, to make up a 'blueprint,' so to speak, of the body you want to have after the procedure is finished. Once that's done, I don't think it'll take more than a week or two for the necessary gene surgery."

Needless to say, we got the paperwork out of the way that night. It wasn't really anything too extensive, since there was little doubt that the procedure was safe, but they still needed to make sure they were covered legally in case the procedure wasn't as successful as expected or I changed my mind later. Afterwards, at my request, we started work on the 'blueprint' Dr. Bloom had mentioned.

The computer in Dr. Bloom's office had one of the new holographic projectors, in addition to the standard screen. When she turned it on, I could see the genetic projection for the pig that had undergone the change I now had ahead of me; it was a computer projection of the genetic model, but it looked exactly like the real thing in the lab. With a few keystrokes, Dr. Bloom cleared that model and called up one of a human female body, a foot high but in perfect proportion and rotating slightly as it floated insubstantially above her desk.

"This, I believed, would be a reasonable starting point," she said. Dr. Lemount and I stared at the model as it spun slowly around. It was of a fit and attractive woman, naked, standing casually. Next to the rotating figure were a number of figures such as height, weight, and other measurements. The figure, as it stood, was 5' 6" and 120 pounds, with breasts that amounted to a C-cup. The hair was medium length and brown, and the face, while pretty, was rather non-descript. It was a generic model of an attractive woman.

"Well, where shall we start?" asked Dr. Bloom. I was having trouble deciding. Now that it came down to it, I was reluctant. Not reluctant to have my fantasy be a reality, but reluctant to verbalize it to others. In the years that I'd been fantasizing about being a girl, I'd developed a very detailed image of the girl I wanted to be, and some aspects of that image were rather exaggeratedly female. I was extremely uncomfortable describing them out loud, but I knew that I'd never get what I wanted if I couldn't work up the courage to ask for it.

"Umm, smaller," I said. "More petite, I mean."

"Than 5' 6"?" Dr. Lemount asked. "That's already eight inches shorter than you are now."

"I know," I responded haltingly. "But I'd like to be even smaller."

"Can you give me an exact measurement?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"5' 1"," I admitted. Dr. Bloom made a few keystrokes, and the model changed to reflect my request. The readout next to it now listed the height as 5' 1” and the weight as 98 pounds.

"You'll weigh less than half of what you do now," Dr. Lemount muttered, sounding surprised and more than a little shocked. I felt myself getting embarrassed again.

"Ok, what else?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"Umm," I began, "well, how about lighter hair?"

"Ok," she said under her breath as she typed. The model's hair lightened to blonde. "What next?"

"Well, the face," I replied. "Bigger eyes. And freckles."

"Cute," said Dr. Bloom. "You'll look like a little girl. Anything you want to change about the body?"

"Umm, yes," I began reluctantly, casting furtive glances at Dr. Lemount. He hadn't said anything since I told Dr. Bloom how tiny I wanted to be, but I had a feeling that he was going to say something now.

"What?" Dr. Bloom asked.

"Uh, larger breasts," I admitted. Dr. Lemount's eyes widened.

"Ok," said Dr. Bloom. She typed, and the breasts on the model inflated like balloons, moving from a C-cup on the readout to a D-cup. "How's that?"

"Umm, not enough," I replied, almost in a whisper. "Bigger."

Dr. Bloom looked at me quizzically, but went back to the keyboard. Dr. Lemount stared openly at me. The breasts on the holographic model inflated again, passing a DD-cup to rest at an F-cup.

"Big enough?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"Almost," I whispered. They weren't, but the way Dr. Lemount was staring at me was making me very nervous. At the same time, though, I couldn't conceive of having tits that were only a DD-cup after years of imagining myself with breasts that were so much larger.

"Just like a man," Dr. Bloom muttered as she inflated the model's breasts from an F-cup to a G-cup. The weight on the readout had increased to 105 pounds, and I knew that at least ten of that was tits. "Anything else?"

"Can you... Can you make changes to my brain?" I asked. I hadn't really been that involved with this end of the research.

"Yes, but within reason. I can't change your memory or the way you think, but I can alter chemical and hormonal levels to influence your behavior."

"Can you... Can you increase my sex drive?"

"What!?" Dr. Lemount interjected. Dr. Bloom just looked at him and he seemed to reconsider what he was going to say.

"Yes," she answered.

"Um, ok," I muttered.

"How much?"

"What?" I responded.

"By how much should I increase your sex drive?"

"Um, by a bit. I want to enjoy it, you know." I was looking sideways at Dr. Lemount when I said this, not wanting to admit in front of him that I wanted it sky-high. Dr. Bloom typed for a while.

"Ok. Anything else?"

"Umm, well... It'd be really convenient if I didn't have to shave," I admitted.

"Ok, no leg or armpit hair," she said as she typed.

"Also..." I began.

"What?"

"No pubic hair," I whispered. Dr. Lemount stared incredulously.

"Ok, totally prepubescent hair pattern," Dr. Bloom said as she typed away. "Will that do it?"

"I guess so," I admitted. It wasn't exactly what had been in all my fantasies, but it was at least an approximation of it. As the three of us got up to walk out of the building, my head hung and my face burned. I couldn't believe that I'd admitted so much of my desires to Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom. But as I thought of it, I rationalized that it was probably better this way. As it stood, if everything worked as planned I would be a very busty, rather horny girl. If I had admitted everything I wanted, told Dr. Bloom how big I really wanted my tits to be and how high I wanted my libido, I would have been a huge-titted slut.

Of course, that had been what I was in all my fantasies. That had been what I had wanted to be since I'd hit puberty. Other people might have romantic fantasies about meeting the perfect person, but all I had ever wanted to do was have an exaggeratedly sexy female body with huge tits and get fucked constantly. I knew it was strange, I knew that the body I wanted would be that of a ridiculously exaggerated fuck-toy, but it was what I wanted to be.

"What are you doing tonight?" Dr. Bloom asked, and I was jolted out of my reverie. I saw that we'd made it out to the parking lot. Dr. Lemount was headed towards his car, occasionally throwing glances over his shoulder at me, but was already out of earshot.

"Uh, just going home, I guess," I answered. While she hadn't looked at me the way Dr. Lemount did, I was still a little uncomfortable with how much of my fantasy life she knew about.

"Why don't you come with me?" she asked. "We can fine-tune the model I'm going to splice the genes to."

"Are you sure, Dr. Bloom?" I asked. "I mean, we were already pretty specific."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said. "And call me Janet, Jack, Come on."

I followed her to her car, and we picked up some Chinese take-out on the way back to her apartment. It wasn't that much nicer than mine, confirming my suspicions that professors weren't paid much more than lab techs. We sat down at her table as I ate my beef lo mein in silence for a while. She stared at me as if she was trying to figure out how to broach a subject.

"Jack, I don't think you were entirely honest earlier," she said.

"About what?"

"When we were working on the model. I think there were other changes you wanted to make, but you were too embarrassed to say them out loud."

"Umm, no," I replied. "Not really. That was about it."

"Really?" she asked. I didn't answer, and the conversation more or less died there. She got up and crossed the room to the couch, and I followed.

"Jack, I have to ask you something," she began. "Am I attractive? Oh, wait, I probably shouldn't ask you that. You're not attracted to women."

"Yes I am," I protested.

"You are?" she asked. "This isn't like when you said you'd made all the changes you wanted to the model?"

"No, I am."

"So, are you attracted to me?" she asked.

"Uh, yes."

"So you wouldn't mind if I did this," she said as her hand snaked down to my waist and started to undo my pants. I said nothing, but I certainly didn't object. She slid my pants down to my ankles and then lifted my shirt over my head.

"Mmm," she muttered. "Such a shame you want to be a girl. You've got such a nice male body."

At the same time, she was sliding out of her skirt and unbuttoning her shirt. Her body was as impressive as I'd always imagined, and her breasts, revealed now inside her black lace bra, were larger than I'd expected.

I laid there, letting her dictate the pace, as she leaned over me and started to plant kisses on my mouth and neck. At the same time, her left hand went to my crotch. My dick was already rock hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it and started to stroke it.

"Such a nice, big dick," she whispered in my ear. "Thick. Are you sure you'd rather have a pussy?"

"Mmm, yes," I moaned. It felt so good, and it was turning me on so much that she knew I wanted to be a girl.

Janet continued to stroke my cock, and her mouth was moving down from my neck now, her wet tongue sliding around my chest to tease my nipples. I thought about the fact that I'd soon have breasts on my chest, and felt myself get even hornier. Janet's hand was working expertly in my lap, bringing me towards orgasm, as her mouth went back to my ear.

"Were you really telling me the truth? You didn't want any more changes?" she breathed in my ear.

I didn't say anything. My breath was coming short and fast now, as Janet's hand pumped up and down in between my legs, stroking my shaft.

"How big did you really want your tits to be?" she whispered.

"Bigger," I admitted in a gasp.

"How big? Give me a cup size."

"Just a... few sizes bigger," I admitted. "Maybe a... J-cup. Much more... than that and I... wouldn't be able to move. That's how big... I want to be. Just small enough... that I can walk." Her hand was working faster on my cock now, slipping up and down along the shaft as she stroked me.

"Mmm," she groaned. "Like I said, just like a man to want such huge tits. And your sex drive? Did you really just want it hiked up a little?"

"No," I admitted. "I want it... high."

"How high?"

"Really high," I groaned. "I want to be a slut!"

"It seems like you do," she agreed as her mouth went back to my nipples again. After licking circles around them, she went back to my ear to whisper to me, "what do you want to do once you're a girl? Will you be a lesbian, or will you have sex with guys?"

"I don't know," I gasped. "I think... I'll still like girls, but... I definitely want... to be fucked."

"Just fucked? Just in your pussy?" she asked.

"No! I want to... get it in my pussy... and my ass... and I want to suck dicks! I want to be... tit fucked. I want it everywhere!"

"You know, I could increase your body's sensitivity to pleasure in your new pussy, your mouth, and your anal cavity," Janet whispered to me as her hand job got even more insistent. "Would you like that?"

"Yes!" I groaned.

"Nipples and breasts too?" she asked.

"Please!" I moaned. The thought of it, the thought that I'd admitted the actual extent of my desires to her, and that now she was going to make them come true, pushed me over the edge. My cum exploded out of my cock, spraying my belly and chest. Janet leaned over to lick it off of me.

"Mmm, tasty," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me now." With that, she stood in front of me as she slowly removed her bra and panties, revealing her perfect tits and pussy. Then she settled into my lap, sliding her wet cunt down my hard pole. Even as she was sliding up and down in my lap, though, I couldn't pay complete attention to the beautiful woman I was fucking. My thoughts were much more concerned with the beautiful woman I would soon be.

For the next couple of weeks, my life continued as it had, with two major changes. I was spending the occasional evening with Janet, and almost every spare moment I had was spent anticipating the changes I'd undergo as soon as the tailor-made virus was ready.

Needless to say, after I had been seen by some of the other guys in the lab leaving with Janet, word got around and I got my share of admiration. It wasn't anything I wasn't used to, though, since I'd always had a tendency go out with the most attractive girls, though rarely for very long. I wondered, though, what all the guys who clearly envied me would think if they knew that I'd soon be undergoing an experimental treatment to turn me into a woman.

I also started to look at them differently. In the past, I had wanted to be a girl, and had constantly fantasized about sex from the female perspective. But the men I imagined fucking me never been particular people; I'd never fantasized that I was having sex with guys I knew. Now that it looked like I was actually going to be a girl, though, I found myself thinking more about guys I knew and what they'd be like in bed. I would have expected it to bother me, but usually all it did was to make me hornier.

Dr. Lemount, of course, was barely talking to me. I could tell that, though he hadn't seemed that upset when I confessed to him that I wanted to be a girl, he was deeply shaken to know the details of my fantasy, to know what kind of girl I wanted to be.

Finally, Janet told me one evening that the virus was ready, and we could start the treatment as soon as I was ready. I say "the treatment," even though it wasn't an extensive treatment. All it entailed was an injection, though of course I would have to report weekly to the lab to be examined so that they could document the process.

Without hesitation, I told her than I'd be ready to take the injection the next morning. I had to stop myself from trying to talk her into going to the lab in the middle of the night. All through the sex, I was barely paying attention to her, so caught up was I in thinking about what was going to happen to me.

When we went in the next day, I felt like I had a rock in the pit of my stomach. I was keyed up with anticipation. An acquaintance of mine in the lab, Jason, came up to Janet and me and asked what my plans were for lunch.

"Jack won't be here for lunch," Janet said. "We'll be sending him home to rest in an hour or two."

"Why, is he sick?" Jason asked.

"No. He's our volunteer."

"Jack? What are they going to do to you, man?" he asked, turning to me. "I mean, it's not like there's a whole lot you need." Needless to say, most of the other guys that worked in the lab didn't have my athletic build.

"We're going to turn him into a girl," Janet told him. I was shocked that she would be that blunt, and started to stammer out a protest.

Jason laughed, and then stopped when he realized that she wasn't joking. "Jack! Why the hell would you let them do that?"

"He asked us to," Janet said shortly, then walked on. I followed her, unsure of what else to do. Jason stared after me with the same look I'd seen in Dr. Lemount's face for the past few weeks.

"Janet," I said, catching up to her, "what the hell did you do that for?"

"Jack, he was going to find out sooner or later. I mean, you're going to be reporting in here once a week for examinations. He's one of the techs that are going to be working on the data. Did you think he wouldn't notice that you were changing into a woman?"

"No, but you sure sprang it on him rather suddenly," I responded sullenly as I followed her into her office.

Dr. Lemount was there, looking as uncomfortable as ever with me. I knew though that he wouldn't miss the historic moment when I was injected with the mix of viruses and nano-machines that would transform me into a woman. I wondered if Janet had told him about the extra changes she had made in the virus, and what he felt about my even more extreme fantasies.

Dr. Bloom sent another tech, a girl named Emily, out to get the syringe with my custom-made virus in it. When she came back with the needle, I could see from the look on her face that Jason had spread the word about just what was being injected into me, and the fact that I'd asked for it.

I was embarrassed, of course, but it was far too late to turn back, and I was glad for that. I tried to concentrate on what I was looking forward to, on the fact that this syringe, once injected into me, would change me into a petite, outrageously busty little slut. I couldn't wait.

Janet gave me the injection. In a moment, it was over. I didn't even notice any pain. That was it, it was irrevocable now. I was going to be a girl.

I didn't hang around the lab for long. Everybody was looking at me incredulously, shocked to find out that I'd willingly volunteered to be turned from a man into a woman. Janet told me I should go home and rest, and that I'd be kept on the payroll but for the foreseeable future my only duty would be to show up once a week for examination. I drove home in a daze, not really believing what I'd done.

When I got home I went straight to the bathroom, stripped off all my clothes, and looked at myself naked in the mirror. I looked at the body that I'd had for twenty-six years, and I knew that I wouldn't have it for very much longer. Even now, it was starting to change. I knew it would be weeks before I would be able to tell the difference, but I was changing into a girl.

My thoughts were making my cock stand straight up in my reflection, so I laid down in bed to masturbate, all the time thinking about the girl I was going to be. The thought of being that girl, being a little slut with huge breasts, made me so horny I could barely breathe. The thought that I'd soon turn into a busty sex toy, and the thought of men fucking me, kept my cock as hard as iron as I stroked it again and again. I couldn't help myself. Part of me seemed to suggest that I should feel some remorse over giving up the life I'd led so far, over voluntarily reducing myself to a cum-
receptacle, a slut fit only to be fucked, but I couldn't summon any up. I couldn't wait.

Over the next weeks and months, that's how I spent much of my time. Examining myself for changes and masturbating. I watched TV, surfed the Internet, and read the news, but every time I thought about what was happening to me it made me so horny I had to jack off.

The changes, of course, started very slowly. In the tests, we'd found that it took a while for the virus to re-write the whole body's DNA. The changes in earlier animal test subjects hadn't been visible until nearly a month after the injection had been administered.

Of course, it's easier to see differences in people than in animals. The first two weeks after I was injected, my checkups showed no obvious physical change, although Janet assured me that the genetic re-writing was taking place as expected. I was still spending time with her, and we were still having sex, even though everyone else at the lab looked at me like a freak when I showed up for my checkups.

Sometime in the third week, though, I started to notice differences, or at least to imagine that I did. I thought I had lost a bit of weight, and my facial hair didn't seem quite as thick. Of course, my libido had certainly skyrocketed to the point where Janet and I had both noticed it, but we were both pretty sure that it was due to the fact that I was constantly imagining the changes that were in store for me.

My third week checkup confirmed that I'd lost some weight and a fraction of an inch of height as well. From there, the changes continued to increase.

A month after I had been injected with the virus, I was definitely skinnier. I weighed less than 200 pounds for the first time in more than a decade, and I was now only a half-inch taller than six feet, down an inch and a half from my normal height. My nipples seemed more sensitive, both during sex with Janet and during masturbation. I didn't know if that was due to my developing chest or the increased sensitivity Janet had promised to endow them with. Perhaps it was both.

Two months after I had been injected, I was down to 5' 10". I'd lost four inches of height and was now only two inches taller than Janet. My facial hair was almost gone, having lessened until it was sparse and downy. My body hair had undergone the same change, so that now I felt like a teenager. I definitely had little mounds underneath my nipples, now, and my arms and legs seemed much skinnier than I was used to. I had lost another twenty pounds, leaving me weighing only 180.

The change that I was most interested in, though (with the possible exception of my developing tits) was my dick. It was still good-sized and fully functional (to Janet's enjoyment) but it was definitely shrinking. In a way, I was a bit sad to see it go, after I'd had it for so long and been so used to it. But it was mostly nostalgia; I was still very excited to see the day when all I had between my legs was a pussy. The thought of what I'd do with my pussy as soon as I had it, the thought of men fucking me, made my slowly shrinking dick rock hard.

After three months, I definitely needed a bra. I'd never been that into girl's clothes, just girl's bodies, so I hadn't rushed out to buy female clothing as soon as I could, but by this point my breasts were really too large to go without it. I was down to 5' 8", only as tall as Janet, and looking much more feminine now, so she and I went to shop for one. As it turned out, my new titties were already a C-cup.

I knew that I wasn't all the way there yet, but when I looked in the mirror at my face, I could definitely see that I was well on my way to being the woman I would become. My features had softened into more feminine looks, though I knew that they'd continue. I now had the freckles I'd asked for, and my hair was lightening from dark brown to light.

I only weighted 150 pounds now, and losing 30 pounds in a month had left me rather weak. Or perhaps that was just the fact that my arms and legs had gotten so skinny. I certainly had a more feminine-looking body now that everything had slimmed down except my hips and chest. With the exception of the people at the lab, who'd seen me on a weekly basis since the changes had started, I don't think anybody still thought I was a man when they saw me on the street.

Since I looked so much like a woman, I'd started dressing as one. Like I said, I'd never been that into female clothes, but now that I had the body for them I was beginning to see what the attraction was. The first time I tried on a pair of thong panties and saw the little scrap of material splitting my ass cheeks, my rapidly shrinking cock got as hard as it was still capable of getting. I loved showing off my newly feminine body, and bought lots of revealing clothes.

My dick was still there, though it was much reduced from its former eight-inch length. It was barely three inches now when fully erect. Sex with Janet continued, but it tended not to center on penetration any more. We made out more like lesbians; I would finger or lick her pussy while she suckled my little dick. Sometimes I'd still stick my now-tiny dick in her pussy, but it was becoming a rare occurrence. Both of us had breasts now, so a lot of our sex-play revolved around fondling each other's titties. Mine were so sensitive that I could easily reach orgasm from tit-play alone, and I was starting to notice increased sensitivity in my mouth as well when I sucked on Janet's nipples. It made me hornier than ever the first time I realized that my tits were slightly larger than hers.

Four months into the change, there was no doubt that I was unrecognizable. I was 5' 6" tall, and weighed 130 pounds. I actually had to look up at Janet now. My hair was blonde, though not quite as light as it would eventually get. I'd dyed it to a lighter shade so that it would all match, otherwise I would have had blonde roots. My face was cute and girlish, with big blue eyes and a light spray of freckles across my nose, and about as far from my old male face as I could imagine it getting.

My body was feminine and trim. I'd gotten over the feeling of weakness I'd had for a while, but I was still getting used to the fact that there were a lot of things I no longer had the strength to lift. My hips had continued to broaden, giving me a nicely feminine hourglass figure, and my ass had blossomed out into a perfect half-circle.

Speaking of things I no longer had the strength to lift, my tits had become enormous. I had spent a good deal of my last month's income on bras, and I knew that they wouldn't slow down any time for at least another couple of months. When I went in for my weekly checkup (my seventeenth since the injection) I had just graduated from a DD-cup to an F-cup. My big titties stuck out in front of me, swaying as I walked. I could see how it affected people. All the lab techs still looked at me like I was a freak, but a number of the male ones had in the last few weeks been looking at me like I was an extremely sexy freak.

I had been encouraging it, of course. I had always wanted to be the sort of slutty girl that could tease guys with her body, and I was certainly getting to the point where I fit the part. I'd been wearing female clothes exclusively for more than a month, since they were now the only kind that fit, and Janet and I had increasingly gone out shopping for more revealing and sexy outfits. When I showed up for my examination that week, I was wearing a short skirt, heels, and a low-cut top that displayed my impressive cleavage to good advantage. I caught Jason taking a good look at my tits before he blushed and turned away.

Of course, being checked out by a guy who had formerly been disgusted by what was happening turned me on immensely. These days, ANYTHING turned me on immensely. The improvements to my libido that I had asked for had definitely started to kick in; I was constantly horny. When I caught Jason staring at my titties (I had, of course, stuck them right under his nose on my way into the lab and pressed them together so that he couldn't miss them) I felt my dick get rock hard inside of my panties, and I almost came. These days, though, my dick was less than an inch long and completely hairless, so it didn't make a noticeable bulge in the front of my skirt. When Janet came over my apartment after work, though, I nearly raped her in my excitement to get her clothes off, despite the fact that I'd done little but masturbate all day.

After five months, I was to all outward appearances a girl. I was now less than 5' 4" tall, and weighed about 115 pounds. My hair was down to my shoulders, and definitely blonde. My face was cute and feminine, my body was fantastic, and my tits were huge. I'd already graduated to an I-cup (or what amounted to one. My last few bras had needed to be custom-made.) At the rate I was growing, I didn't think it'd be more than a week before I had the J-cup I'd asked for. I was more and more fixated on the enormous size of my chest. I loved that every time I looked down; my whole field of vision was taken up by the enormous titties jutting out in front of me. For their size, they barely sagged at all. I knew that it was because they were so new, and I knew that I'd have to wear a bra almost all the time to keep them as perky as they were. But rather than being an inconvenience, that just turned me on even more.

My cock was more or less gone. At this point, it was resembled nothing more than a slightly oversized clit, and was nestled under a hood at the top of my new pussy. I wasn't deep enough yet to take a cock into my cunt, but I was inserting my finger into myself every day to see how much deeper I was getting. And I was ALWAYS wet.

But I wasn't only inserting my finger into my cunt. When Janet had said she would make my ass, mouth, and tits more sensitive, I hadn't really understood the degree that she was talking about. I found it almost impossible to stop fingering my pussy and ass, and if I had something to suck on or someone to fondle my titties at the same time, so much the better. Every time I ventured out of my apartment alone, I was accosted by some strange man (the slutty clothes that were all I had to wear anymore had something to do with that, I'm sure, as did my gigantic tits) and propositioned. Although my pussy wasn't totally developed yet, I still found myself unable to refuse, and I'd been fucked quite a few times in my ass, not to mention the multiple dicks that I'd sucked.

But I wasn't upset about the fact that I seemed to have no willpower at all, that I couldn't refuse an offer of sex. I loved it. I was a slut, just a huge-breasted girl whose only interest was sex, and it was what I'd always wanted to be.

On the particular day that I ventured out of my apartment to the lab for my 22nd examination, I found myself unable to go home. The other techs had been staring at my body when I came in for my checkup, and I was so horny that I needed some release. This new female body of mine needed constant attention, and I was up near the boiling point.

Instead of heading for my car, I walked in the direction of the instructional part of the campus. The student union was always filled with a variety of people, and I knew I'd be able to find someone there to help me out with my uncontrollable arousal.

When I walked in, all eyes were on me. I suppose it's hard not to pay attention to a girl wearing a VERY short skirt, a tank top that reveals more cleavage than three average girls have put together, and a bra. No panties.

It didn't take long for a guy to proposition me, particularly when I walked up to a table of likely prospects and leaned over it to say hello, my gigantic I-cup breasts nearly falling out of my shirt. I led him upstairs to one of the private study rooms. As we walked, I realized that in a way this was the same way things had been when I was a man. My male physique gave me an advantage in attracting women, and the new female physique I had designed for myself gave me an insurmountable advantage with guys.

When we got to the study room, I locked the door behind us. I was down on my knees immediately, forcing this nameless guy up against the table as I frantically tried to release his cock from his pants. I hadn't even asked his name, but I was desperate to blow him. My nipples were rock-hard and my little pussy was extremely wet. As I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, I could feel his dick straining to get out.

Finally, his penis was freed from its bondage, and stood out straight from his crotch, bobbing with his heartbeat. It was long and thick, at least as long as the eight-inch cock I used to have. I loved it. I was fascinated with cocks now that I no longer had one; they just seemed to be instruments that were capable of giving me so much pleasure.

Without any hesitation, I engulfed his throbbing shaft in my hot wet mouth. I couldn't believe how pleasurable it was to suck his dick. I knew that Janet had altered my genes so that my mouth was more sensitive to pleasure, but I never would have thought that it would be possible for it to feel this good to be kneeling on the floor in a public place giving some anonymous guy a blowjob. When I'd been a guy, I'd been convinced that, while girls might have a vague enjoyment in giving a blowjob, it was mainly the guy who benefited.

That may have been true for the average girl, but it certainly wasn't for me. When I felt the hot, smooth shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, the thrusting hardness rubbing against my tongue, it felt fantastic. It turned me on to know that I was kneeling here, with a cock in my mouth, my pussy dripping on the floor and my tits nearly falling out of my low-cut shirt, but quite apart from the arousal I got from the situation, it felt fantastic just to feel that hot, thrusting meat fucking my mouth.

At the same time, I knew it would feel just as fantastic elsewhere. As his cock pistoned in and out of my mouth, I reached down between my spread legs to my sopping pussy. Even though it wasn't fully-formed, my cunt lubricated itself whenever I was horny, which these days was more or less constantly. As I'd walked from the lab to the student union, I had been able to feel the cool air against the hot wet flesh of my hairless pussy. Without any panties on, there had been nothing between my pussy and the outside air.

As my fingers slid inside my sodden cunt, I felt that it was getting deeper. It wouldn't be long now before I would be able to get fucked. But for now, I'd have to settle for masturbating my new pussy while I crouched with a fat cock between my lips, sucking it enthusiastically. The feeling of my fingers sliding into me brought me closer to orgasm. It wouldn't take much now to push me over the edge.

As my hand continued to manipulate my pussy, the other worked my shirt over my head. I leaned back, reluctantly parting with the dick in my mouth while I struggled to get my shirt over my head, and then eagerly sucked the hard cock back between my lips. I unclasped my bra, feeling my bowling-ball-sized breasts settle onto my chest, and leaned back again to remove my bra completely.

At the sight of my mammoth titties, I could see my partner's eyes widen. His cock was already as hard as rock, but it seemed to get even more rigid. I arched my back, presenting the cavernous cleavage between my tits for his use, and he took the hint immediately. His hard pole slid between the marshmallow softness of my titanic tits, and his hips began to thrust. My nipples were diamond-hard points of electric pleasure as his smooth love torpedo rocketed through the depths of my cleavage.

Tit-fucking was another of the sex acts that I doubted held much pleasure for the average woman, but I wanted to thank Janet for making my titties so much more sensitive to pleasure. With each thrust of the red-hot penis between my breasts, I found myself moving that much closer to orgasm. I loved the feeling of his hardness nestled there, loved feeling his cock sliding along the channel between my pillowy tits. Each time the head of his dick slid all the way from the top of my belly, between the gigantic mounds of my I-cup titties, to pop briefly out at the top of my cleavage and rub against my neck, I gave a little moan of pleasure. It felt so good to be titty-fucked. It felt so good for a guy to lay his cock on my chest as I pushed my titties together to give him the maximum sensation as he thrust his hips, rubbing his dick between my tits, using them for his pleasure.

Suddenly, my orgasm was on me. My little clit and my nipples felt like they were on fire as my climax erupted like a volcano and tore through me like wildfire. My moan ratcheted up into a keening scream of pleasure as I mashed my titties together, burying his cock between them. Vaguely, I was aware of him coming at the same time, the hot cum spurting out of his cockhead to splash against my neck, rivulets of creamy jism running down the huge curves of my breasts, tickling the amazingly sensitive flesh of my nipples, and then dripping onto the floor. I licked my lips to get the cum that shot me in the face.

Without missing a beat I was standing again, sliding my skirt down my legs to reveal my hairless and sodden cunt. I moved against him, rubbing my cum-soaked titties against his chest. I could feel my little nipples sliding up against him, hard points slipping against his skin. I pressed my stomach against his cock, feeling the still-hard organ jutting into me. I grabbed his ass to pull myself more tightly against him, and ground my hips into him as I slid my huge breasts around on his torso.

Without warning, I spun around. Once again reaching behind me to grab his ass, I pulled him into me, grinding my own ass back against him. I could feel his rigid penis rubbing against my back, and I knew I needed it inside me again. I needed it in my ass. I wanted nothing more in the world than to have his dick in my ass, fucking me in my backdoor. I knew how good it would feel to be ass fucked, and my asshole felt like it was burning up with anticipation.

I didn't have long to wait. My partner took the hint, and guided me forward until my waist was pressed against one of the study tables. He pushed me forward at the shoulders so that I bent over the table, my huge tits resting on the wooden surface. I knew that my perfect ass was spread wide open and ready to be penetrated. I reached back to spread it even wider, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I couldn't resist slipping a finger up my asshole for a moment and fingering myself there, thrusting the finger up my butt a few times as I moaned at the intense bolt of pleasure it shot through my body. I almost felt like I was coming again as my finger slid up my backdoor.

"Please," I moaned. "Please fuck me in the ass. I need it."

I received no reply, but I felt my hand gently being pried from my ass. Immediately, it was replaced by a rock-hard cock that slid slowly but inexorably up into my butt. He needn't have been so gentle, since my asshole was aching to be penetrated. Inch by inch he slid his cock further up into my abdomen, penetrating my backdoor totally and completely. My ass felt so full as he finally got in all the way, splitting my ass cheeks with his hard cock. I felt it there, enveloped in my body, and loved the feeling.

Then all at once he pulled it almost all the way out of me, and then forced it back in. I cried out from the intense sensation of pleasure I got at the first full-speed thrust of his cock into my behind. I felt the force of it all through me, felt the jiggling of my titties against the table as he butt fucked me. My hands stretched out across the table, forcing my ass back into his cock as he speared me in the butt again and again. I loved it. I couldn't get enough of his cock up my ass.

His hands were on my butt now, massaging and fondling my ass cheeks as his tool ploughed the furrow between them. He grabbed and kneaded my ass, and I loved it. With each thrust of his rigid penis up into me, I pressed back into him with more force, matching his thrusts. I loved feeling his cock in my butt.

There I was, leaning over the table with my huge titties jiggling as they rested on the table, being butt fucked by some guy and loving every second of it. A few short months ago I had been a large, virile man myself, but I'd willingly been transformed into the tiny little cock-slut I currently was, and it was fantastic. As I felt the huge cock penetrating my ass and my giant tits jiggling from the force (they couldn't sway, since they were resting on the table) I had a hard time recalling what it felt like to be dishing out the fucking, instead of receiving it. I didn't want to remember, since this was so much better. I never wanted it to stop. The only wish I had at that moment was that my pussy was deep enough to get fucked.

Finally, after ramming me in the rear end with his cock repeatedly, my new acquaintance reached his orgasm. Mine had been happening almost continuously for a few minutes. The pleasure I felt emanating from my asshole stepped up a notch as he forced his cock even deeper inside of me, straining with the effort, and I felt it twitch inside my ass as it deposited its precious cargo of hot liquid pleasure there. My butt felt filled with his cum, and I loved the fact that another man had come inside of me.

We cleaned up, although it was impossible for me to clean off all the cum that had shot onto my face and tits. I'm sure that, when my partner and I left the private study area and went our separate ways, some of the people who were in the hallway could easily tell that he'd just fucked me. But I didn't care at all. I just went home to wait for Janet.

A month later, the tests confirmed that the virus and the nano-machines had finished their work on my system. And what a job they'd done.

I was a tiny little girl. I'd shrunk more than a foot to a final height of 5' 1", and everyone I had used to be taller than now towered over me. My face was cute and freckled, with enormous blue eyes. I looked almost innocent except for the hint of sexual depravity that always crept into my expression. Janet had certainly done all I could have wanted in supercharging my sex drive.

My hair was blonde and past my shoulders and, except for my eyebrows and eyelashes, was the only hair on my body. My arms, legs, and my perfectly formed pussy were completely hairless. My proportions were perfect on my tiny frame, slim but not too skinny except for my tight round ass, which flared out as an exclamation point to top off my sexy legs.

Of course, there were two parts of my body that definitely were not slim. My breasts. When they finally reached their full growth, I was forced to wear custom-made bras that would have been the equivalent of an L or an M-cup. When I asked Janet why she'd overshot my request of a J-cup rack, she said that she'd assumed I was embarrassed to ask for as much as I wanted. She was wrong, but I didn't mind. My breasts were gigantic and heavy. They made it difficult to walk quickly and impossible to run, and they jiggled constantly no matter what I wore or how slowly I moved. The gigantic weight on my chest, combined with my tiny frame, tended to overbalance me if I leaned forward at all; on the contrary, I spent most of my time leaning backwards to compensate. They were larger than basketballs. I had to reach around them to do anything at all, and they made even simple tasks like cooking much more difficult. But I wouldn't have traded them for the world.

I loved them because they proclaimed to the world what I was: a sex-toy. A slut. A woman whose only purpose in life was to get fucked by as many guys as possible, to feel the jets of their cum shooting into and onto her as often as possible.

As soon as my pussy had been deep enough to get fucked, I'd found someone to fuck me in it. It really wasn't that different from the blowjobs and ass fucks I'd been engaging in for weeks; I just had another hole that needed to be filled. But the fuck that really summed up my new existence for me was the one I got when I reported for my last official checkup.

I knew that the new procedure was a great success, and it was probably being written about in scientific journals the world over, and being readied for more extensive testing before it was put on the fast-track for use in treatment. But I wasn't keeping track of the success. It didn't matter to me anymore. All that mattered to me was cock.

I reported for my last checkup and found Jason waiting for me at his desk. Since I was keen to have a little fun with him, as well as incapable of passing up a chance to show off my ample assets, I made a show of leaning over his desk to give him a good view of my cleavage. However, I'd grown quite a bit in the tits since the last time I'd tried that trick, and this time they finally did pop entirely out of the neck of my shirt. Jason stared goggle-eyed at my gigantic titties bobbing in front of his eyes, and I felt my pussy get soaking wet just at the look on his face. I loved it that the enormous melons hanging from my chest could affect him like that, could cause the huge bulge I saw in his pants. Slowly, so as not to end the show too early, I scooped my fat titties back into my bra. I brushed against a pointy nipple and moaned involuntarily at the intense pleasure.

Jason got up, trying to hide his obvious hard-on, and led me back to Dr. Lemount's office. He'd given up being circumspect about staring at my body, and was gazing openly at my tits. My clothes certainly didn't make it hard for him, as I was only wearing a tiny tank top over my bra (I would have gone without the bra if I could have, but with my gigantic M-cup titties it was impossible.) I was wearing panties today, since my skirt was only a four-inch band of fabric and my pussy would have peeked out below it, but the panties were a tiny black g-string. The bottoms of my ass-cheeks stuck out of the bottom of the skirt in back, and my sheer panties, so form-fitting that you could see the cleft of my hairless pussy through them, were visible in front.

Quite apart from the way I was dressed was the way I moved. I swayed my hips back and forth, encouraging my skirt's tendency to ride up and show my ass and panties, and I bounced up and down exaggeratedly while I moved so as to make sure my titties jiggled as much as possible. I met every man's gaze with a smoldering look of passion. I couldn't help myself, it was just second nature now that I was constantly desperate for sex, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Once Jason and I had gotten to Dr. Lemount's office, Jason closed the door, locking the three of us inside. Dr. Lemount's eyes seemed as glued to my chest as were Jason's.

"Well, Jack," said Dr. Lemount without taking his eyes off my tremendous tits, "It looks like the procedure has been a success." This was the first time I remembered him talking to me since the night we'd worked on the model for my new body.

"Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount," I purred. I so horny that I couldn't make my voice do anything but purr. My pussy was soaking wet, and had long since soaked through my little panties. "But don't call me Jack anymore, please. I like Jackie better."

"I have to admit it fits you better, now," said Dr. Lemount. I could see that he was still upset by the knowledge that I used to be a man, and that I'd asked to be turned into the ridiculously voluptuous sex-crazed woman that I was now, but I could also see that he was turned on by it. And I thought the arousal was finally outweighing the discomfort.

"That's about the only thing that fits," Jason said, nodding towards my tight, but enormous, bra. I could hear the contempt in his voice, but I could also see the bulge in his jeans. I thought his attraction to me might be beginning to outweigh his disgust at what I'd done to myself, as well.

"Yes, I did want to ask you about that, Jackie," said Dr. Lemount. "You certainly seem much better... endowed than I expected you to be. And I must admit that what I was expecting was already quite a bit. Do you have any idea why that might be?"

"I wanted bigger titties," I breathed, "but I was too embarrassed to admit it. Then Dr. Bloom took me home with her and stroked my dick while she asked me what I really wanted. I was so horny that I admitted to her that I wanted these huge titties." To punctuate my point, and also to increase the swelling I saw in both of their crotches, I caressed my giant breasts. From the look in their eyes, I was quite successful.

"You actually like having a body like that?" Jason asked incredulously. "You really like having those huge tits hanging on your chest, and having nothing but a pussy between your legs? You really like it that you're so much shorter than everybody else?"

"I love it," I moaned.

"Well, let's get this examination underway," said Dr. Lemount, somewhat brusquely. "Strip."

Dr. Lemount had never been present during my exams before; he wasn't even a medical doctor, though he had enough knowledge of biology to enable him to design nano-machines to affect the body. But I knew that the sort of exam he had in mind didn't have anything to do with medicine. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my enormous bra, and slid my tiny skirt down my legs.

"My god," muttered Jason. "Look at the size of those things."

I smiled at him as I undid my bra and let it slide down my arms, my gigantic titties settling on my chest. The nipples were rock hard. Both Dr. Lemount and Jason were breathing quickly, and their stiff cocks were clearly outlined by their pants.

"All the way, Dr. Lemount?" I asked coquettishly. "Should I take off my panties, too?"

"Yes, Jackie," he said. "Take it all off."

I turned away from them, feigning modesty, but in fact it was just so that they could have a clear view of my perfect ass, and the thong sliding out from between my rounded butt cheeks as I slid my sodden panties down my legs. I was bending at the waist, and my legs were slightly parted, so they could see everything all the way from my hot little asshole to my hairless cunt.

I turned back to them, a tiny-framed, impossibly busty girl standing completely naked in front of two fully-clothed men. My pussy was so wet that it was dripping down my thighs, and my nipples ached from my arousal.

"Well, Jackie," started Dr. Lemount, "it appears that everything is in order. But appearances aren't everything. I assume that you've put your new female organs to some use?"

"Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount," I grinned. I was really into turning him on now, and I had none of the reticence I'd had when I was still a man. I was too horny to. "I've put my new pussy to lots of use. I don't know how many men have fucked me."

Jason choked. I went on.

"And not just in the pussy, either. I've had men fuck me in the ass and between the tits. I've jerked them off until they shot their cum on my tits or in my face, and I've sucked more cocks than I can count."

"That's all well and good, Jackie, but all the same I think we might need to see a demonstration," said the Doctor.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Masturbate, Jackie," said Dr. Lemount. "I want to see you masturbate."

Once again, I had no hesitation. I went to his desk, having to boost myself onto it because I was so small, and sat there with my legs spread and dangling, not touching the floor, and my pussy completely open to the view of both Dr. Lemount and Jason. Eagerly, I touched my smooth pussy, running my fingers up and down along the slit and over the top of my mound. I flicked the tip of my finger against my clitoris, and jumped. My tits jiggled.

Both Jason and the Doctor were watching me closely, and I was loving it. I loved to put a show on for them, and it made me even hornier to realize what a spectacle I was making of myself, masturbating my new female body in front of two people who had been colleagues of mine when I was still a man.

I started to rub my finger against my clit. I eased into it, getting used to the sensation. Janet had told me that I was many times as sensitive to pleasure in my pussy as a normal woman would be, and I didn't doubt it. My other hand reached up to my similarly over-sensitized tits and started to knead and caress them. I flicked my nipples in time with my clit, and moaned uncontrollably. It felt so good to be female, and to be playing with myself while men watched me.

Every once in a while I'd neglect my clitoris for a moment so as to dip two or three fingers into my pussy. Even though I'd let men fuck me repeatedly, I was still rather tight just by virtue of only having had a pussy for a month or so. Despite my tightness, though, I had an uncontrollable desire to be penetrated by as big an object as possible, to feel it stretching my tight pussy. As Jason and Dr. Lemount watched, I slid three and then four fingers inside of myself, moaning at the amazing sensation of feeling so much penetrating me. Though it was so amazingly tight a fit that it hurt, I slowly slid my thumb inside myself as well, feeling my whole hand fit into my pussy. I loved it. My eyes were squeezed shut with the pain, but the pleasure was even more unbearable. I was fisting myself, and I couldn't imagine anything ever feeling better.

Suddenly, though, I had the urge to feel something inside my backdoor as well. My left hand left my tits, and I rolled onto my right hip, keeping my right hand firmly inside my cunt. My left hand crept slowly over the curve of my spectacular ass, and I felt my fingers brush up against my asshole.

Slowly, gingerly, I slid a finger inside and started to pump it in and out of my ass, in time with the entire hand I was pumping in and out of my cunt. One finger wasn't enough, though, so I slowly slid another up my ass. I loved the sensation of being full there at the same time as I was penetrated in my pussy. Another finger found its way up my rear entrance, and I now had three fingers working my ass. Another made it four.

By this time I was going for the gusto. I knew that my ass was even tighter than my pussy, but it felt so good to be finger-fucking it with all four of my fingers. In addition, I got off on feeling the stretching sensation, and knowing how much I was cramming into both my holes. My orgasm started to peak, and the pain I felt receded, replaced entirely by the pleasure. I couldn't take it, it just felt so good. It seemed like I had no control over myself as my orgasm flowed through me, electrifying every neuron in my body. My left thumb slid alongside my fingers, and I found myself fisting my pussy and ass at the same time.

I loved it, the sensation of being so impossibly full in front and back, all at once. My orgasm slowly subsided and I looked down between my spread legs, my hands both still fully inserted into my pussy and ass, to see Jason and Dr. Lemount still watching. I had forgotten all about them in my ecstasy and self-exploration.

Both of them were naked, and their hands were stroking their cocks without any sign of embarrassment. Their tools were huge. Dr. Lemount's cock had to be nine or ten inches long, and Jason's was even longer. Both were thick and very, very hard.

I was across the room like a shot, my hands popping out of my pussy and ass with some difficulty. Kneeling in front of these two men, I began to lick their dicks, alternating one after the other. I'd stroke Jason's cock while I took the Doctor's into my mouth, and then switch. My pussy and ass felt disappointingly empty while I crouched there, my huge titties swaying as I worshipped both of these large dicks, but I didn't think that would be a permanent situation.

For now, though, I could ignore the empty sensation in my two orifices, as I was more concerned with the intense pleasure I was receiving from my mouth. I loved to take cocks into my mouth and this situation, having two presented to me to be sucked at the same time, was twice the pleasure I was used to. I loved to slide my tongue over the long, smooth side of Jason's 12-inch cock before engulfing it in my mouth and trying to get as much of it as possible down my throat. I loved to switch from his to Dr. Lemount's shorter but thicker member, feeling it stretch my lips. Janet had certainly done her job ensuring that I got sexual pleasure from being penetrated in my mouth; it felt fantastic.

But quite apart from how good it felt, there was the psychological factor. I loved to be the girl, the slut, kneeling in front of two naked men who were desperate to use me for sex. I loved the fact that both of them knew that I used to be a man, but my body was so sexy that they couldn't help but be aroused by it and wanted to fuck me anyway. And it was absolutely fantastic, while I was enjoying the pleasurable sensation of having a cock in my mouth, to be jacking off another dick, to feel the hot, thrusting shaft rock-hard in my hand as I stroked it insistently. It was great to know that both of these guys were so horny for me that they both wanted to be in my mouth.

I sucked them for all I was worth, first one and then the other. I alternated rapidly, trying to entice them to orgasms as close together as possible. Every time I was at work on Jason, my head bobbing away and my tits jiggling wildly from the effort, and he'd start to buck his hips a bit too frantically, I'd switch to Dr. Lemount, taking his cock in my mouth and jacking off Jason so as to maintain his arousal. Every time Dr. Lemount started to seem to be near his orgasm, I'd take my hot, wet mouth from his cock and wrap it back around Jason's, trying to slowly ratchet up the arousal in both of them.

Finally, I could feel that they were both very near their climax, and I couldn't realistically delay it any longer. Jason's dick was in my mouth, but my hand on Dr. Lemount's seemed to be giving him nearly as much sensation. Jason's hips started to buck, and I felt the cum start to shoot out of his dick. I swallowed the first load or two, but then leaned back so that his cum was shooting out onto my face, spraying my neck and tits and then dripping down from them as the next load hit me again. I was soaked in his cum.

At the same time, I was still jacking off Dr. Lemount's thick pole. He could see Jason's cock spraying cum on me like a fire-hose, and the sight pushed him over the edge. Cum shot out of his dick, spraying my face, neck, and tits, and mixing with Jason's wherever it landed. I opened my mouth to catch what I could, savoring the taste of the mixed varieties of cum as they mixed together in my mouth. As both men finished their orgasms, the last few drops of cum leaking from their dicks to land on me, I started to scoop up the cum that had soaked my tits, ladling it into my mouth.

But while I was eagerly ingesting their cum, they weren't idle. I felt their hands on me, guiding my tiny body towards the desk. The papers and documents on the desktop were brushed aside onto the floor as Jason helped boost me onto it. I laid down on my back, my legs spread and my ass teetering on the edge of the desk. I was completely open to him.

I stared down between the deep canyon created between my gigantic, quivering breasts, and I could see my hairless mound between my legs. My thighs were spread wide to present as inviting a sight as I could to Jason, who stood massaging his dick between my spread legs. I could see him staring at my bare pussy, and I knew he was thinking about how horny I was, what a panting little cock-crazy slut I had turned myself into. But all I cared about was getting his hardening dick into me.

As I lay on my back, massaging my super-sensitive titties while my hips thrust of their own volition, I could see Jason's cock rising to the occasion. Slowly, it inflated back to its full size and hardness, and the hunger I saw in his eyes, the desire for my sexy, incredibly big-busted little body, seemed to grow. I felt the hot head of his dick at the entrance to my cunt. Slowly he slid it up into me, feeling his hot shaft filling my sloppy cunt. I'm sure he expected some resistance; a guy with a cock that size has to be used to it, but I was so horny, and so stretched out from the fist-fucking I had given myself already, that he slid inside of me with no problems whatsoever. My sopping wet pussy slid over his cock like a fleshy envelope, and as soon as he was completely inside of me I started to come, just from the pleasure of having my anticipation finally satisfied.

His lovely, enormous cock started to thrust in and out of me, and my orgasm continued to flow through my body, from the red-hot center of it in my pussy out to the tips of my extremities. All the time, Jason was pumping away in my crotch, filling my love-hole with his insistently thrusting meat. My mouth moved, begging him for more without coherent words. I couldn't form them, the ecstasy was so great.

It was at this point that Dr. Lemount climbed onto me. I had forgotten all about him, but he took the opportunity to remind me of his existence by climbing onto the table and straddling my chest. The weight of his body on top of the tiny girl I now was knocked the breath out of me, and was uncomfortable to say the least, but when he slid his thick shaft in between my fat titties, I couldn't bring myself to ask him to get off. He reached down, pressing my enormous breasts together and sandwiching his dick between them. I felt him there, his dick on my chest but completely surrounded by the hot pillowy softness of my overgrown mammaries. I loved the feel of it. I couldn't believe how much pleasure resulted from having a dick between my tits, thrusting into the yielding flesh of my breasts. He slid easily between them, my tit-canyon having been well-lubricated with cum, and with every thrust of his dick into my cleavage I gave a little yelp of pleasure.

But at the same time, I felt Jason's big cock fucking me in my pussy. Both of them were thrusting into (or against) me at the same time, both of them using me for their pleasure. Even though I knew that my own enjoyment was incidental to them, I loved it. I couldn't imagine anything better than lying here with a cock in my twat and another between my tits, moaning for more sex as they thrust away obliviously. It felt great; I was orgasming steadily, and I loved the sensations my female body was giving me.

After a few minutes of frantic pumping away in my pussy and between my tits, both guys were nearing their orgasms. Once again, they came at almost the same time. Jason slammed inside of me, filling me as deep as I'd ever had it, and I felt the cum spill out of his cock, filling up my insides with the hot wet goodness he shot into my pussy. A moment later, Dr. Lemount's cock spurt out its payload onto my chest, adding to the mixed cocktail of jism there. I couldn't see his cock cum, since it was completely enveloped between my enormous breasts, but I could feel him tense and shoot his load, and I could feel the warmth and the gooey wetness between my titties.

As soon as Dr. Lemount got off of me Jason grabbed my hips, easily flipping me over so that I was face-down on the desk. It was easy for him now that I was so tiny and light. Without missing a beat, he jammed his still-hard cock back into my pussy from behind, fucking me doggy-style now. I could feel his foot-long cock spearing me in my tight cunt, sliding into me again and again as his hands ran over my hips and my luscious ass. Each thrust of his cock into me made my titties shake, and little drops of cum dripped down from my diamond-hard nipples to land on the desk. He pulled me back onto his cock, penetrating me deeper now that he had better leverage. I loved it. It made me feel so
dirty and sexy to be fucked from behind, like an animal. I had an animalistic need to be fucked, and Jason's big cock reaming my pussy was certainly filling it.

At the same time, Dr. Lemount had moved in front of me, and his thick piece of meat was pointing right at my face. The head of his hard cock was pointed straight at my lips, and I took the hint. I luxuriated in the feeling of having a cock in my mouth again as I slid my wet horny lips down along his shaft until it was buried in my throat, and my lips were wrapped around the base. I loved to feel a thick cock filling my mouth. My tongue played along the bottom of his pole as my head bobbed up and down along it, my tits shaking with the effort I was putting into blowing him. I loved to take cocks into my mouth now, loved to service them with my lips, feeling them get more and more excited as I suck for all I'm worth, until finally they deposit their precious cargo down my throat.

It didn't take long before I had the cargo that I wanted, and Dr. Lemount groaned as he collapsed next to me, lying on the desk. Desperate for more sex (even if one of my partners was near exhaustion) I leapt on top of him, feeling Jason's dick slide out of me, and started grinding my pussy down against his still-hard cock. I didn't want to give him time to go limp. My attentions seemed to work, because his cock remained stiff as a board and his hands came up to grab my hips as his hard dick slid into me. I could feel it filling my pussy, taking the place that Jason's cock had vacated only seconds before. Despite the load of cum I already had inside me, I wanted more.

I crouched there, my pussy impaled on Dr. Lemount's thick cock, bouncing up and down on his pole and feeling it in my pussy, still loving the feeling of being fucked. It was impossible to get bored with anything that felt this good. I leaned forward, resting my tits on his chest as he fucked me. They didn't rest there, actually; they were too slippery with cum, and our fucking was too energetic for that. They slid all over his chest, and the extra sensation on my sensitive titties made me even wetter and hornier, if that were possible. Dr. Lemount didn't seem to mind being smeared with the mixture of cum that was soaking my tits, either. He was much too engrossed in fucking me.

While I was busy bouncing my tiny body up and down his cock, though, I looked over my shoulder to Jason. Wordlessly, with moans and a beckoning motion, I conveyed my desire to have another cock inside me. He didn't waste time complying. As Dr. Lemount lay underneath me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt and my tits sliding over his chest, Jason came up behind me, standing next to the desk as his rigid dick slid up and down between my ass cheeks. He knew what I wanted, but he was only teasing me, letting his cock slide up and down my ass crack but only brushing it against my asshole each time instead of fucking me there like he knew I needed. Even though I knew this was only to build anticipation, that he'd definitely have his cock buried up my backdoor in a few moments, I groaned in frustration. I couldn't stand waiting. I wanted his cock up my ass right NOW! I was an incurable ass-slut.

After making me wait for it for a few more moments, though, Jason did indeed slip his cock into me, filling my asshole with hard thrusting cock. I was completely full in my cunt and my ass, and as Jason and Dr. Lemount settled into a rhythm, fucking me from the front and behind, I loved it. I loved being so stuffed full of cock in both my holes, I loved being caught between two dicks like pincers. I loved the fact that I was now such a horny girl that two guys together couldn't completely satisfy me. Quite simply, I loved being fucked.

And I continued to get fucked. Jason's cock in my ass and Dr. Lemount's in my pussy drove into me again and again, and each time I felt ecstasy jolt through my entire body. I loved the sensation of having two cocks in me at once, and I knew I'd be repeating it as often as possible. Both stiff rods felt like iron, and they were both penetrating me in my soft and yielding flesh. I was stuck there, I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, and I loved it. I loved being overpowered and fucked by guys, I loved being penetrated with their enormous cocks, and I loved being a slave to my own desires, my supercharged libido.

With every thrust of those two enormous cocks inside of me, I felt a little more pleasure. Feeling Dr. Lemount filling my pussy with his cock, and Jason's penis buried inside my backdoor, both of them sliding in and out of my sexual orifices, was rapture beyond anything I'd experienced before. When I had been a man, fantasizing about being a girl, I'd thought I might be exaggerating the pleasure, making it more than it really was, but now I knew that if anything I had underestimated it. There was nothing more enjoyable than crouching here, my pussy and ass both filled with hard thrusting cock, and waiting to be filled up with even more cum. I loved it. And I knew I'd spend the rest of my life doing it.

And even when they finally came, filling up both my holes with their hot load of creamy cum, I still loved it. When they left me there on the desk and went to clean up, I lay there covered in sweat and cum, with even more jism leaking from my pussy and my ass to pool on the desk, and I reflected on what I'd done to myself and my life. All there now was sex; it was all I was interested in, and certainly all I was good for. My body was so exaggerated as to make anything else impossible, even if I could go five minutes in the company of other people without wanting to rip off my clothes and let them fuck me. I wouldn't even be any good as a whore, since I'd never be able to refuse guys even if they claimed to have no money. All I was, and all I would ever be, was a slut.

And I loved being a slut.

End

A Cure for Hypertension

by Ed Miller

It all began with a trip to the doctor. That's certainly a simple, innocent-enough event, and the event itself was simple and innocent. It's just that it gave Janet an opening to do what she did.
Janet was (and I guess still is) my girlfriend. We'd been dating for almost a year when all this started. At 19 when we got together, she was almost 10 years younger than me, but we got along pretty well and she seemed to enjoy my company. I know I enjoyed hers. The way she looked, any man would.
Maybe it didn't all begin with the doctor visit. Maybe it began with Janet. She was, you see, excruciatingly beautiful when I met her. She was waiting tables at a local restaurant where I often went with clients from work. About the only times I went out to eat were with clients and vendors, for the purpose of making deals. Back then, I used to work 12, 13 hours a day as often as not. Not all in the office, you understand, but with a cell phone and email to keep you in touch, you can keep buying and selling computer equipment to major corporations for as long as you can stay awake.
Janet wasn't the sort of woman I saw myself with, nor would she have been the kind of girlfriend my friends would have expected me to have if my job had left me time for any friends. But when I sat down at a table in her section and started to get my clients liquored up, she came over to take our order and was giving me the eye the whole time.
Janet had long, dark brown hair and a face that was at once innocent and slightly mischievous. The place was kind of ritzy, and her uniform consisted of black slacks and a white shirt. Normally, that sort of outfit isn't particularly feminine, but on Janet it did the job. The pants were tight, and they accentuated her round, tight little ass. The shirt was looser, but it still showed that Janet was definitely appetizingly thin. The top couple buttons were open, revealing a little bit of cleavage. At the time, a little bit was all she had, and I remember that that was the only fault I could find with her.
Janet caught my attention, mostly by being pretty forward, in an understated way. She kept distracting me throughout the dinner, to the point where I nearly lost the deal. When she breathed, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" at the end of the meal she locked eyes with me and I knew she wasn't talking about food.
So I went back the following night, taking time out of my busy day. I was impressed by her looks and her confidence, and she (I'm sure) was impressed by me. I was a football player in high school and at the beginning of college, until an elbow injury ended my quarterbacking. I was still in shape, and I made good money.
We dated for a year or so, and things kept getting better. At first, like I said, Janet didn't seem like she was really my type. She was confident, but in a brassy, showy type of way. I was looking to go high in the company, and I needed a girlfriend a little classier than a waitress, and a little older than 19. Or so I thought.
The problem at first was that Janet looked 19, or even younger, to tell the truth. She had that innocent face and that thin body, with little B-cup breasts (I checked her bra for the size) and narrow, girlish hips. She was beautiful, make no mistake, but she had just graduated from high school 6 months before I met her, and she looked it. And dressed like it, when she wasn't working. If I hadn't met her in uniform, I probably would have tagged her as "too young" and that would have been that.
Like I said, I thought she was too young for me, and toyed with the idea of breaking it off with her, but I couldn't. Not after that first night. I took her out to a bar I frequented with clients, where they knew me (and the amount of business I did there) well enough that they wouldn't ask to see her ID and proceeded to liquor her up, like a client I wanted to close the deal with. Apparently, I forgot how much 19-year-old girls can drink. What happened was that I got at least as liquored up as she did, and we both went back to my place, where I closed the deal with her anyway. Or maybe it was she that closed the deal with me.
We burst in the door, her laughing at some joke that I had made, and that probably wasn't really funny anyway. In my somewhat muddled thinking I was still trying to figure out how to coax her into bed, while congratulating myself that by getting her into the apartment I was halfway there, when she walked brazenly into the bedroom leading me behind her and started to strip off her clothes.
I followed, and I watched as she unzipped her flowered dress, dropping it to the floor. She wasn't wearing any nylons, so that left her in panties and bra, lacy white and innocent-looking. I hid my disappointment as she removed her bra; in my experience, some girls are hiding a lot more in there than you know until they take it off, and I was hoping that'd be the case with Janet. But I wasn't too disappointed with her long, smooth body as she pushed her panties down to the floor, revealing her completely hairless pussy.
Up until this point, she hadn't spoken a word since we walked into the apartment. But then she stood up, looking me straight in the eye without a hint of modesty, and walked across the room to me. Standing naked in front of me, while I was still fully clothed, she spoke to me, in a low but firm voice.
"Tony, I want you to fuck me."
Needless to say, I wasn't against the idea, but I honestly don't believe I had a choice. She undressed me without any help, and without making a production of it. She wasn't doing it as foreplay. She just wanted to get down to business. Then she treated me to some of the hottest, dirtiest sex I'd ever had.
Janet pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, mounting my 6-inch cock which was already extremely erect. Most girls take some attention before they're wet enough to go to work, but Janet was wet and ready immediately, enveloping my dick in her hot, sopping wet slippery cunt. She rolled her hips on top of me and thrust herself down onto me, impaling her pussy on my pole. She reached up to play with her rock hard nipples. The whole time she was licking her lips and looking straight into my eyes.
While she was fucking me, and that's what it was: her fucking me, not the other way around, Janet kept encouraging me to keep going. A constant stream of "keep fucking me, I love the way your cock feels in my little hairless pussy," "give it to me harder! I need more of your dick," and "watch me play with my titties. Don't you like it when I pinch my nipples?" issued from her mouth.
I came in record time. Between her aerobic workout on my cock and the obscenity coming out of her mouth, Janet had me feeling like the young one. I don't think it was more than 15 minutes before I shot my load into her pussy and relaxed back onto the bed.
Janet, who by the sound of it had climaxed at least twice before I did, settled herself down onto my chest without letting my limpening cock slip from her cunt. She stretched her neck up until her lips brushed my ear.
"You're not finished yet," she whispered.
She trailed her lips down my body until she reached my crotch. There, she sucked my dick into her mouth like she was dying of thirst, and the mixture of cum and pussy-juice on my cock was the best tasting liquid she'd ever tasted. She sucked me furiously, just like she had fucked me, bobbing her head up and down in my lap quickly until my limp cock was standing at attention again.
Lying back on the bed, she guided me on top of her, inserting my dick into her sopping wet cunt. I started to go to work on her, thrusting enthusiastically into her pussy, feeling my stiff pole slide deep into her wet opening. I could feel her squeezing me; even as wet as she was, and after a fuck, she was tight.
As I was fucking her, her hands roamed over my back, scratching her nails across my shoulders and scraping my back. Her hands slid down to my ass and grabbed it, pulling me into her as she continued to tell me what she wanted.
"Fuck me harder. Stick your dick up into my little pussy!" she moaned. "I want you in me deeper. Do you like it? Do you like my young little pussy?"
All the time I was slamming into her, encouraged by her hands on my ass to drive into her as hard as I could. She kept pulling me harder against her, no matter how hard I fucked her. She always wanted more.
As I drilled her with all I was able, her hands were doing something else. Instead of just gripping my ass, her fingers were groping towards the center, reaching closer and closer to my ass crack. As she was whispering into my ear to stick my dick deeper into her young, hairless cunt, her fingers had spread my ass cheeks and were rubbing up and down in the crack, brushing up against my asshole.
I wasn't so sure about this whole turn of events, but I wasn't about to stop fucking her, so I kept on with it. Janet, meanwhile, kept rubbing my asshole, and then slowly started to slide one of her fingers up inside of it.
I don't know why I didn't stop her there; maybe it was because it actually felt good. I was sliding in and out of her, and she was doing the same to me. Her body was twisting under me, rubbing her little tits against my chest, as she pushed her finger into my asshole in time with my thrusts into her cunt. She kept edging up the pace of our fucking, making more rapid strokes of her finger up into my ass and forcing me to fuck her pussy faster, until I couldn't hold back any more. I came again, filling her pussy with another load of my cum.
Janet still wasn't done with me. Rolling my body over and getting on top of me once again, she started to play with my soft cock in her hand. With her other hand, she kissed all over my upper body, tonguing and kissing my arms, neck, face, and chest. I had never had a girl suck on my nipples before, but when she did it, it was certainly pleasant enough. As she worked on me, still whispering to me when her lips weren't busy with other things, my cock started to perk up again, hardening in her hand until she was stroking a hard shaft instead of a limp dick.
From there, Janet moved her lips to my ears again. After licking my ear for a moment, she breathed into it, "Tony, I want you inside my ass. I want you to fuck my asshole. I need more cock, and I need it in my back door."
I had long since passed surprise than anyone outside of a porno mag was talking like this, so I just grunted agreement. Janet got up from on top of me, and proceeded to crouch on all fours on the bed. I moved to kneel behind her, stroking my cock as I positioned it at the entrance her ass. I rubbed it up and down her ass crack, trying to lubricate her asshole somewhat before I thrust into it.
"Don't worry about that," she groaned. "Just stick it up my ass! Butt fuck me! Stick your hard cock up my ass NOW!"
I did as she asked. I slid my dick up into her asshole, slowly but without stopping. She groaned almost inaudibly as I slid deeper into her from behind, filling her ass with my cock. It was tighter than her pussy, but not painfully so, and as soon as I had slid my cock in all the way I started sliding in and out of her again.
"Mmm... so good!" she muttered. "So full! Fill my ass. Fuck me! Fuck me up the ass!"
I did just that. I slid my hands over the top of her ass to her slim hips, pulling her back towards me and impaling her ass on my cock. I could feel the hot tight inside of her ass gripping my cock as she moaned her way into another orgasm. If I wasn't mistaken, her count had gotten to 5. It didn't take too long, while I was pumping my cock into her tight young ass, before I couldn't hold back anymore and I shot a third load up into her asshole.
That pretty much finished me for the night, and Janet seemed finally satiated. I rolled over and fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning, I woke to the feeling of Janet's lips wrapped around my cock, and after that we pretty much fell into a routine. I didn't work much less, but I made it a point to at least get off by 6 or 7, 2 or 3 nights a week so that Janet and I could fuck before she went off to her restaurant job. On the weekends, we fucked non-stop during the day, and then I usually worked on my files when she went to work at night.
So while Janet's appearance wasn't really up to the impression I wanted to make, I couldn't get rid of her. The sex was just too good. And as time went on, it turned out that I had made the right decision (or, more to the point, gotten extremely lucky). You see, at 19 years old Janet was, when I met her, not quite too old for one more growth spurt. And she had one.
The first thing I noticed was her nipples. They had been small and dark, not much bigger than my own, since I met her. But a month or two into our relationship, I noticed that they were getting bigger, and the areolas were puffing out a bit around them. I wasn't even sure of it at first, but as time passed, I became certain. Her nipples were swelling up like those of a young girl going into puberty.
I don't think I ever mentioned it to her, because that might have meant mentioning that her little-girl good looks weren't really what I was looking for. But I began to pay more attention and I noticed other little differences. Janet's whole body began to look more mature, her curves more pronounced. It was subtle at first, but I was spending almost all of my free time examining that body; I noticed. Her hips began to widen, her ass thrust out more, her legs seemed to lengthen, although she didn't actually get any taller. Her face also matured. She was still beautiful, but she started to look sophisticated as well.
And as the months went by, I started to notice that her breasts were getting bigger as well. At first it was just the puffy nipples, but a month or so after that I started to notice, as she undressed, that Janet's tits were overflowing the little B-cups of her bra. Although she hadn't moved in with me (she still lived with her parents, but I never called over there), she left some clothes over at my apartment, and suddenly the bras went from B- to C-cups. In slow motion, over the course of months, I watched her chest swell and push out ever further. Janet's tits went from pointy teenager-tits to round, womanly breasts.
Her wardrobe changed during this time as well. This, at least, I can take some credit for. I took her shopping and picked out some older-looking outfits for her. Janet took the hint and adjusted her tastes accordingly; she started to dress more like 29 than 19. I started to take her with me to the occasional business function.
Janet's tits continued to grow. After 8 months or so of dating, I realized that she was now up to a D-cup. At 5'6", though, she was tall enough that that didn't look like too much on her frame. I was elated. Every time I saw her naked, I marveled at her large, round globes. They jutted out proudly, in defiance of gravity, but I knew they were real because I had watched them develop. They were topped with large nipples on crinkly brown areola. It seemed almost impossible that less than a year before, these had been small, young-looking B-cups.
Like I said, I was elated. Janet had developed into a woman that I didn't have to worry about my co-workers viewing as jailbait. By the time she turned 20, I was showing her off at office functions regularly, although I glossed over her age and her waitressing job.
The only strange thing was the way she was in bed. She was still hot and horny, always ready to fuck me almost to death, but a few things changed. She didn't used to mind if I had a little 5 o'clock shadow when we went at it, but she started demanding that I shave before we could fuck. She started playing with my nipples more (which I didn't mind, although it wasn't my favorite form of foreplay) and she started doing the finger-up-the-ass trick more as well.
Neither of these things bothered me too much, but there was something else. She kept asking me more and more often to go down on her. Now, I didn't mind eating her bald little pussy (she still kept it shaved), but it seemed strange that she seemed to be more into that now than she was into being fucked, when it had been so much the opposite at the beginning. Like I said, I didn't really mind, and I knew that it was this way for a lot of women; I just noticed the difference.
And that brings me around to where I started, at what I thought was the beginning (but I guess I needed to clear up a little back-story first), my visit to the doctor.
I went in to get a periodic checkup, and happened to mention to the doctor that I occasionally had little periods of shortness of breath, a few other things, you know the routine. Nothing I couldn't handle, but he checked me over anyway and decided I had a case of hypertension. He told me to relax and gave me a prescription for some pills.
I couldn't really be bothered to fill the prescription; like I said, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. But when I mentioned it to Janet, she insisted on getting it filled for me.
"What do I need these pills for?" I asked. "Come on, this is me we're talking about. I mean, some people have to worry about this stuff, but I'm not even 30 yet. I've just been a little tired lately."
"Jesus, Tony, the guy's a doctor. He should know what he's talking about," Janet retorted. "He goes to school for, like, 10 years and you want to ignore his advice? It's just a pill every morning, and you don't even have to pay for them. Your insurance covers it. Take the pills, for Christ's sake!"
"Ok, honey, whatever you say."
And that was that. I never even went to the pharmacy. Janet went for me when I was at work, and every month there was a new jar of pills in my medicine cabinet.
About this time Janet started staying over a lot more often. Like I said, I never really called her house, and I never even met her parents, so I don't know if she had some kind of big blowout with them or just gradually started moving her stuff into my place. A month or two after I started taking the tension pills she was just living there. I didn't mind; since she'd started looking the part, I had started to think of Janet as being in for the long haul. I figured that in a couple years I'd be making enough that she could quit waitressing and stay home full-time.
Some other things were happening at the same time. The first one I noticed was that my hair was getting longer. I used to be able to go at least a month and a half or 2 months without a haircut, but it was getting to the point where I was looking shaggy 2 weeks after a trip to the barber. Janet said she really liked it longer, though, and since computers are still kind of a long-hair business, I decided to let it grow. A ponytail might even gain me some credibility with some of the smaller vendors.
I made the second discovery about a month after my doctor visit. Janet and I were in bed, after a torrid sex session. I was laying back, recovering for the next round, and Janet was sucking on my dick. That was something she'd been doing less often lately, but when she decided to she could still suck it like a pro.
This time, though, I was so tired that even her lips wrapped around my cock weren't doing too well at getting me hard again. Janet slid her lips up from my crotch, rubbing her tits against my stomach as she slid her mouth up to my chest. I groaned mentally; I knew she liked to lick my nipples, because she did it so often, but I really didn't get much out of it.
Suddenly, my eyes shot open. It never felt like THAT before! As Janet's tongue rolled rings around my nipples, I felt them tighten up into small hard nubs of pure pleasure.
My dick suddenly hardened completely, and Janet mounted it, sitting up to play with her tits as she rode my cock. Now I was fucking again, but somehow it didn't feel as it had when she was sucking on my nipples. Janet could see it in my eyes, and she looked down at me with an almost smug expression.
"Go ahead, do it," she said.
"Do what?"
"Play with your nipples," she responded. "I'm busy with my own."
"I told you before, I'm not into that," I told her.
"Sure, that's why you looked like you were cumming as soon as I started sucking them."
I couldn't argue with her. Her tongue on my nipples had felt amazing, almost better than it did on my cock.
"Do it," she said. "I want to see you play with your nipples. Do it now."
And I did. It's not like she really had to twist my arm; it felt great! I couldn't understand why I'd never enjoyed it this much before. I kept at it as she kept rolling her hips on top of me and fucking herself with my cock. I twisted my nipples gently, and brushed my palms against them, rotating them and rubbing them. It felt so good! I was almost paying more attention to the pleasure emanating from my chest than I was to my dick, which Janet was busy fucking like there was no tomorrow.
The next morning, I got up early as usual for work. Also as usual, Janet was still asleep. I went into the bathroom and took my stress pill, then looked at myself shirtless in the mirror.
Were my nipples any different? They looked a little bigger, maybe. Or maybe I was just noticing them more. They'd always been more or less below notice before; I had always said that nothing was more useless than male nipples. Now I was beginning to think that I was wrong.
I looked at my bottle of hypertension pills. Ah, there it was, under possible side effects: increased dermal sensitivity. My skin was more sensitive because of the medication. If only all side effects felt this good!
I looked at my nipples again, deciding that they really were a little bit bigger. I didn't think it was anything to worry about, though. I didn't even think it had anything to do with the drug. When a guy gets near his late 20's, he starts to slow down and put on a little weight. I had been having a little trouble getting my pants over my hips lately. I was getting a bit older; my body was changing a bit. I thought it probably had something to do with that. If it felt this good, it certainly wasn't anything to worry about. Over the next month or so, it became commonplace for me to play with my nipples while we fucked. It felt so fantastic I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd wanted to.
As time went on, however, I noticed some other changes. Janet stopped bothering me about my 5 o'clock shadow, but not because I was shaving more often. In fact, I was shaving LESS often, only once every 2 or 3 days, but I seemed to have less of a beard than I had when I had shaved every day.
Also, my pants continued to get tighter, even though I was making more trips to the gym to try to stay in shape. And my nipples seemed to get even more sensitive. They were definitely noticeably bigger now, and I started to notice a strange swelling under them.
When I broached the subject to Janet, I always got the same response.
"Aw, Tony, come on. I don't notice any difference, except for the hair, and like I said I LIKE that. Even if there are some very minor side effects, do you really want to go complaining to the doctor about it? I thought you said it was nothing you couldn't handle."
"I don't know, Janet. This doesn't seem so minor to me anymore," I'd reply. "I think maybe I should go talk to the doctor about it..."
"No!" she'd reply vehemently. It never occurred to me to wonder at her new assertiveness. "I said it's nothing to worry about. Now come back into the bedroom. I want some more sex."
It was after the exchange that I just described that another thing happened. I followed Janet into the bedroom, where we both stripped and I went down on her until she reached orgasm. I licked the folds of her wet, hairless pussy until she couldn't take it any more, and she erupted in a violent orgasm, grabbing my hair and rubbing my face into her wet cunt as she gripped my head with her thighs.
After she'd relaxed and let me go, I started to kiss my way up her body, lining my cock up to fuck her pussy. But when I put the head of my prick at the entrance to her cunt, she reached down and pushed my dick away.
"No, I don't want you in me right now," she said.
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do?" I demanded.
"The same thing you always do when there's no willing pussy around," she retorted. Then, softening, she added, "but I'll help you out, I suppose."
With that, she pushed me back onto the bed. Moving so that her big tits rested on me, with her hard nipples poking my stomach, she started to suck my nipples. I moaned immediately in the immense pleasure. She took one of my hands and moved it down to my crotch, wrapping it around my dick without ever touching the shaft herself. Then her hand went back to my chest, playing with the nipple that wasn't enveloped in her warm, wet mouth.
I had wanted to fuck her, but this was certainly interesting. The feeling of her manipulating my nipples was so much better than what I got from doing it myself. The feeling of stroking my cock wasn't really as good as fucking Janet's wet pussy, but I wasn't nearly as worried about that as I was about the amazingly pleasurable sensation I was getting from her hands and mouth on my nipples.
When I came, and it didn't take long, I shot my wad up onto my chest, hitting Janet's face as well as my own nipples. She just licked at my cum, smearing it around on my chest and on my nipples.
By the time 3 months had passed since my checkup, this form of sex had become the norm, rather than the exception. I hadn't actually penetrated Janet, in her pussy, her ass, or her mouth, in at least 3 weeks. Sex now consisted of me eating her out and then her licking my tits and fingering my ass, with me jacking off throughout.
Notice that I said "my tits"? Actually, I knew they were just little mounds of swollen tissue under my nipples, but they'd continued swelling and I'd started to refer to them in my mind, jokingly, as "tits". My nipples were getting quite big now, and the areolas around them were puffing up as well. My pants had continued to get tighter until I had to buy all new pairs with a larger hip and, for some reason, a shorter inseam.
By this time my hair had grown out to more than shoulder-length. I was wearing it in a ponytail most of the time, and when I looked at myself naked in the mirror I started to worry. I realized that I hadn't shaved in a week, and I still showed no sign of stubble. Added to the length of my hair, the swelling on my chest, and the fat distribution on my body (no matter how much I exercised, I kept gaining in my hips and ass, even though my stomach was perfectly smooth), I suddenly realized that it all equaled out to one thing.
I was starting to look like a girl!
I brought it up to Janet, but she wasn't convinced.
"Well..." she said.”Maybe. I don't know."
"C'mon!" I exclaimed. "Look at my chest! Are you telling me you don't see anything wrong here?"
"What? So you're a little swollen," she said. "What's the big deal? And anyway, doesn't it feel good?"
With that, she started rubbing on my swollen chest. And it DID feel good. Somehow, I came to the decision that I'd wait awhile before I called the doctor about it.
So it went on like that. Within a month, I could no longer convince myself that my chest was just swollen. I was growing breasts. My hips were getting wider, and my ass was growing out. I'd grown out of the shorter, wider pants I had bought, and had to buy more that were shorter and wider yet. I measured myself, and I had lost 4 inches of height. I was now 5'8", only 2 inches taller than Janet.
The rest of my body was changing as well. My hands and feet were getting smaller. My hair had grown halfway down my back, and my face had changed. Apart from not having had to shave in more than a month, I was also noticing that my face was becoming less broad, and softer. More girlish.
You'd think I would have gone to the doctor by the time I got to this point. But every time I mentioned it to Janet, she told me that it was no big deal. She said she didn't notice such a big difference. Then she'd tell me to get in bed.
Sex still felt fantastic, if it can be called sex when Janet hadn't touched my cock in months. She touched me everywhere else, though. She'd rub me all over my body while I jacked myself off, licking every inch of me, but always paying special attention to my tits.
That might be part of the reason I hadn't done anything about my situation. The feeling in my chest when Janet licked my nipples just kept getting better and better. That, and the fact that I was embarrassed to go to the doctor and tell him I was afraid I was turning into a woman, let alone how I'd explain why I'd delayed this long in doing anything about it, kept me from taking any action.
But I did realize that it was really getting serious. I had just gone into the bathroom after a session of "sex" (I licked Janet to an orgasm, then jerked off while she licked my tits and fingered my ass) and realized as I looked at myself in the mirror that not only the hair on my face had disappeared. My entire body was hairless. I turned around in front of the mirror, lifting my arms and checking for hair anywhere. Other than my pubic hair, I had no hair other than my scalp and my eyebrows (and the eyebrow and pubic hair was thinning out).
I came out of the bathroom and spoke to Janet.
"Look at this... No hair," I said. "I've really got to do something about this now."
"Come on, honey," she said. "Who'll know? I don't care. Does it really matter?"
"Well... I guess not. But I still have to do something about my chest. I know you say you don't notice any difference, but I can feel the weight. It bounces around when I walk. And it seems like its getting worse."
"We can do something about that, at least," Janet said, as she got up and rummaged around in the closet. "Just a sec... Here we go! Try this on for size!"
In her hand was a bra.
"WHAT! Are you crazy!?" I said. "I can't wear a bra!"
"Like I said, who'll know?" she asked. "You wear a suit all day. It's just for support, until the swelling goes down."
"Even if I was going to, your bras would never fit me."
"Well, maybe not the ones I wear now," she said, hefting her big breasts in her hands. "But the old ones will."
Looking down at the bra in my hand, I realized that it was one of the old B-cup bras Janet had worn when we started dating. I had forgotten how modestly endowed she'd been then.
So I tried on the bra. It fit perfectly. Not only had my breasts grown, but my torso must have shrunk considerably without my realizing it for me to fit into Janet's old bra.
"And I've got just the thing to fix the problem you've been having with your boxers," she said, fishing in the closet again. I thought I knew what she meant. My boxers had been bunching up around my hips and ass when I tried to put them on, barely fitting over my larger hips.
My fears were correct. Janet emerged from the closed with a pair of panties that matched the bra. Meekly, I put them on.
I knew I'd lost the argument. From then on, I wore her underwear. I don't think anyone noticed at work, but I can't be sure. They were already looking at me a little funny; they can't have failed to notice that I had gradually become 4 inches shorter and more girlish. But it isn't like I ever had any close friends there anyway, so nobody mentioned it to me. They just stared.
My work hadn't suffered much yet, although it was bothering me that when I called someone I hadn't talked to recently, I usually got called "Miss". I guess my voice was changing with everything else.
6 months after the fateful visit to the doctor's office, I was unrecognizable. I was now only 5'6" tall, the same height as Janet. I had lost 6 inches of height, and almost 100 pounds. My hair had lightened a shade or two, from the original light brown to a sandy blonde, and grown all the way down to my ass. That ass was wide and full, curving out in an unmistakably feminine shape. Not only was everyone I talked to on the phone assuming that I was female, but everyone I met in the street as well.
My breasts had continued to grow. It had been two weeks since I had realized that Janet's old B-cup bras were pinching my tits too much, and started to wear her C-cups. Now, those were feeling pretty tight. I had started binding my titties down with ace bandages when I went to work, to try to present a more masculine appearance, but my face and the rest of my body were too feminine for it to be convincing. Now, my tits were big enough that they were creating a noticeable bulge no matter how tightly I wrapped them.
I wasn't going out much after work, even on work-related business. Most of the time, I went straight home at 5, now. My bosses had talked to me about the situation, using vague corporate-speak phrases like "drop in performance", "lifestyle choices" and "professional image", but they hadn't actually fired me yet. I was still making sales, although I was nowhere near the top of the heap like I had been before.
Now that I got home this early, Janet and I had fallen into a new routine. She didn't have to go to her waitressing job until 9 o'clock (I hadn't realized her restaurant was open that late) so she was there when I got home. Whatever else had changed, the sex was still great. In fact, it seemed to be getting even better; she certainly seemed even more into it lately. She'd meet me at the door, completely naked, and strip me down to my bra and panties, rubbing my entire body. Every time she did this, I could feel my nipples get so hard in my bra that they ached. She didn't even seem to mind rubbing my cock, as long as it was only through the panties, but my dick didn't seem to get hard as easily as my nipples any more.
I loved it when she'd unwrap the ace bandage from around my chest. I always felt so constricted when it was binding my breasts up against me; when my tits finally were able to hang freer (and my bra, although it supported them, did feel much less like a straightjacket) they felt so much better.
Then she'd lead me into the bedroom, still in my bra and panties. Every time I'd catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror like that it shocked me. With my dick limp, it didn't create much of a bulge. The bra supported my tits and the panties hugged my full, womanly ass. I looked like a girl. If I hadn't known it was me, I would have thought it WAS a girl.
Then Janet would lie on the bed and spread her legs. She didn't have to tell me what she wanted, it was pretty obvious. I knew what was expected of me. I'd get on my hands and knees between her spread thighs, with my tits hanging down off my chest, and lick at her hairless pussy until she came.
Then, it was my turn. Janet would lick my titties and put her hand down the back of my panties to finger my ass, while I reached into the front to jack off. Janet had told me she liked it better when I left her panties on, instead of taking them off. These days, the only time I took them off was to shower.
This was about the only time I actually got hard any more, when I was actually jacking off. When Janet was fondling me or licking my tits, I could get horny as hell, but the only thing that got hard on me was my nipples.
After one of these sessions, Janet crawled up to whisper in my ear.
"Honey, your body is so soft and sexy, but do you know what would make it even better?" she asked.
"Mmm?"
"It would be so much nicer if you were completely hairless, like me."
"Mmm."
I hadn't really thought of my response as an affirmative, but Janet took it as one. She led me into the bathroom and started the shower running. She had me sit on the edge of the tub while she trimmed my pubic hair with a pair of scissors, and then had me get into the tub where she lathered up my dick with her shaving lotion.
It was probably a good thing that she shaved me. I hadn't shaved anything in months, and I probably would have butchered the job. After she had me covered with cream she took the razor and slid it slowly over my skin, starting with the hair way back underneath my balls, almost to my ass cheeks. I couldn't see what she was doing back there, but as she kept going she moved forward until she was shaving my balls, pulling the skin taut with one hand while she shaved with the other. Then she shaved the area on either side of my balls, where my legs met my torso. As I watched, I could see the skin appearing, smooth and hairless.
Then she shaved the hair off the base of my dick, and the area above it. Each time she made another pass, another band of skin was revealed. Finally, she finished shaving and rinsed the remaining streaks of lotion off my crotch, revealing my bald dick. I realize now, looking back, that it was the last time she ever touched my cock.
After it was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. My dick looked so strange without the fringe of hair that used to surround it. I would have expected it to look bigger, but for some reason it didn't. If anything, it actually looked smaller.
Another month had passed before I finally found out the cause of all the changes I had undergone. In that time, my breasts had grown out until they were firmly in the D-cup range. I now had tits as big as my girlfriend's. I'd lost another 2 inches of height, leaving me at 5'4". Janet was now 2 inches taller than me. My face was beautiful, my body was completely feminine, and the only reason the people I worked with still knew who I was, was that they'd seen me almost every day since the changes started.
My dick worried me. My pubic hair had never grown back, so it was still as hairless as the rest of my body, but that wasn't really what bothered me. The last time it had gotten hard was before Janet had shaved it, and it was definitely shrinking. I don't know how long that had been going on before I noticed it, but my formerly 6-inch cock now measured less than 2. It looked like it belonged on a kid. I'm sure it would have been longer if I could actually manage to get it hard, but the only thing that got hard on me anymore was my nipples.
The idea of getting some medical help for my problems had long since ceased to be a possibility. All the attention Janet paid to my big titties had changed my views on them. They felt so good that I didn't really want them gone. I was conflicted about it, of course. I was still a man, I told myself, although the "proof" of my "manhood" was now limp, hairless, and only an inch and a half long.
But when I walked, I could feel my wide hips swaying, my round ass flexing, and my big tits bouncing on my chest. I could look down and see them bouncing, feel then shift and move as I walked. I could feel the weight of them on my chest, and the texture of my bra against the sensitive skin of my breasts. I loved the feel of it against my hard nipples, which were big enough to show through my clothes now, no matter what I wore. I loved the feel of them bouncing on my chest when I walked, big fleshy orbs that I could feel, warm and soft, jutting out in front of me. I loved bending over and feeling the weight of them shift, feeling them hanging from my chest.
Come to think of it, bending over had just taken on more of a role in my sex with Janet. She had surprised me one day with a break in what had become our sexual routine.
By calling it a routine, I don't mean to imply that it was getting boring. Far from it. But every day when I got home from work we'd do the same thing, although it felt fantastic every time. I'd lick her pussy until she came, and then I'd rub my cock, which still felt good even though it was limp and shrinking, while she played with my titties and fingered my ass. Sometimes we'd do it two or three times in a day, and on Saturday and Sunday we did little else.
But on this particular Saturday, I woke up to a surprise. After breakfast and my morning pill, Janet told be to take off my panties (I had eaten breakfast topless, with my D-cup breasts swaying as I ate) and get on the bed.
This was the first time she'd asked me to take off my panties in months, and at first I thought she was going to suck my dick like she used to. I got on the bed and lay back, feeling my soft ass under me. Janet quickly corrected my mistake.
"Not like that," she said. "Get on your hands and knees."
I did as I was told, getting on all fours with my round ass in the air. I could feel my fat titties hanging down from my chest. My nipples were very hard in the cool air.
"Spread your legs a little more," came Janet's voice from behind me, and I complied. I could feel her getting onto the bed by my ass, and then I felt her hands rubbing and kneading my soft, womanly ass cheeks. Then I felt her spread my cheeks and I felt something start to slide up my asshole, something that felt like cold plastic and was a lot bigger than her finger.
"What's that!?!" I yelped in surprise.
"Shh... Relax," she replied. "I don't want to hear a sound out of you that isn't a moan."
As she slid the anal intruder further and further up into my ass, I realized what it was. Janet was butt fucking me with a dildo.
But when she got it all the way in, filling my asshole completely, I realized that I was wrong. I heard a tiny click, like a switch, and a buzzing in my ass. It was a vibrator!
I could feel it vibrating in my ass, and I immediately let out a loud groan of pleasure. I couldn't believe how good it felt! Warm, pulsating pleasure spread out in waves from my ass, enveloping my whole body as Janet started to push it in and out of me, butt fucking me with her vibrator.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Mmm... Oh..." was all I could say.
"I said, do you like it?"
"Oh, yes!" I managed. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass! More! Stick it further up my asshole! Oh!"
I couldn't believe how much pleasure I was getting from having a vibrator up my ass. Janet was leaning into me more, fucking my smaller frame powerfully with the fake plastic dick. My fat titties were swaying underneath me with the force of her fuck, and I was moaning out loud, begging for more.
All at once, the pleasure overwhelmed me. I felt an orgasm welling up within me, and it shot throughout my whole body in a blinding flash of ecstasy. I could feel my cock dribbling the little bit of cum it still produced, and it occurred to me. I had just come from being fucked up the ass without ever touching my cock.
I rolled over to my back as Janet pulled the dildo out of my asshole, feeling my heavy tits settle onto my chest. When I looked at the vibrator Janet had just fucked me with, I was shocked at the size. It was a good 9 inches long, and thicker than my cock had been before all this started.
What amazed me even more was that I wanted it up my ass again.
I got what I wanted. Janet and I spent most of the day using that big vibrator on each other, driving each other to the heights of pleasure. Time and again I bent over, feeling my big breasts shake and sway from my chest, to receive that large vibrator up my ass. Each time, I came amazingly hard, and at no time did I even miss fondling my dick.
I would gladly have continued like that for the whole weekend, but I had some new vendors to deal with. I was taking them out that night to try to close the deal. It was the first bit of work I'd done outside of regular business hours in months, but my bosses had made it pretty obvious to me that they didn't approve of my new "lifestyle", even though I assured them there was nothing unusual about it. They had told me flat out that if I didn't land this new account, I shouldn't bother to show up for work on Monday.
When I met the clients at their hotel, they were certainly surprised to see me. We'd been in touch beforehand by email, and they obviously had a different mental image of "Tony Mersey" than the one who appeared. I managed to put them more at ease by the time we got in the car and headed out for the night.
I could tell that one of the things they were uncomfortable about was the plans we'd made. We'd decided to go to Lilly's, a high-priced local "gentlemen's establishment", and I could tell they were uncomfortable going there with someone who went by "Tony", but looked more like a "Tammy". But when we got there, the girls on the stage were enough to distract them, especially since my company was picking up the tab for their drinks and paying for their lap dances.
I was trying to pay more attention to the vendors than the girls on the stage, though they were distracting. I was managing it, mainly through the virtue of having had very little to drink, until I got the biggest shock of my life.
The lights went down everywhere but the stage, which had just become empty of all the naked, jiggling girl flesh that had filled it only moments before. A vision of perfection strutted out onto the stage, wearing only a g-string, and started to dance.
It was Janet.
I watched in a state of shock as she jiggled and quivered her way across the stage, shaking her tits in time to the music, straddling the faces of men who threw themselves onto the stage, completely disregarding the danger from the bouncers. She rubbed her big tits against countless men, who stuffed money into her g-string.
Before the song ended, she had stepped back out of the reach of the crowd long enough to bend over, pushing her g-string down her legs and to the ground. She stood there motionless for a moment, displaying her perfect titties and her hairless pussy for everyone to see. Then she went right back to rubbing up against the crowd of men as they threw money at her, letting them grope her tits, her ass, and her bald cunt without interference. Every time the bouncers tried to intervene, she'd wave them away.
As soon as she left the stage I jumped up from my table, all thoughts of hard drives and microprocessors forgotten, and left the vendors to their own devices as I ran backstage after Janet.
I should say I TRIED to run backstage. I ran right into what felt like a brick wall, but was actually one of the bouncers. A year ago, I might have pushed past him, but at 6'4", he was not only at least a foot taller than me, and he must have outweighed me by 150 lbs.
"It's ok, Sonny, she's with me," Janet's voice came from behind him, and he stood aside to let me pass.
"What the hell's going on here?" I demanded once we were alone.
"What do you mean?" Janet asked innocently.
"I thought you were a waitress!"
"I quit that job months ago," she said. "The pay's better here. And so," she continued with a devilish look, "are the fringe benefits."
I was shocked into silence at this, but Janet didn't miss a step.
"Now go home and wait for me. I don't have time to talk to you now," she told me. "I still have work to do. We'll talk when I get home." And with that, she disappeared into a room off the main hallway of the backstage area.
As I peered past her into the room, before she closed the door, I saw something: a very big, very naked man.
I found myself doing exactly as she told me. As if in a daze, I walked back through the club, right past the table with the vendors at it, and out to my car. The only thing I was clearly aware of was the feeling of my big tits jiggling on my chest as I walked. I left the vendors there and drove straight home.
When I got there I didn't go to bed. I just went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, hefting the weight of my big breasts in my hands. The enormity of what I'd become, of all the changes that had happened to me, finally hit me. Here I was, for all intents and purposes a woman when only 7 months ago I'd been a man. The only thing that remained of the old, male me was the tiny cock still nestled between my smooth, female thighs.
I had been able to handle it when I had been able to convince myself that my life hadn't changed otherwise. But that lie had just been forcibly exposed to me. A year ago I'd been on the fast track to success with the company. After tonight, I was definitely fired. I'd thought my relationship with my girlfriend was more or less unchanged, other than the weird changes in our sex life, but now it looked like I had been lying to myself there as well. I certainly wasn't the only one she'd been having sex with.
That's what I dwelled on while I was waiting for Janet to get home. I hadn't fucked my girlfriend in months, but some other guy had. I wasn't man enough for her anymore, but someone else was. My whole life seemed over. The person I had been, the life I'd had, didn't even exist anymore. And who was I now? I was nothing, neither male nor female, if I was honest with myself. Nothing.
When Janet got home, I wasn't really angry with her anymore. I didn't feel much of anything about her, or about anything else I could think of. It was after 3am, but I was still awake. I was lying on the bed in my bra and panties when she came into the room. She sat down on the edge of the bed and turned towards me.
"I guess you've got a lot of questions, now," she began.
I didn't respond, but I did look up to meet her eyes.
"Hmm..." she began. "I guess I should start from the beginning. I guess it all started when my sister's friend Tiffany came back into town.
"My sister's 28, and Tiffany's the same age. They were friends in high school. Tiffany had to have been the smartest person, boy or girl, ever to go to our school. She's been away at college on a scholarship, studying biochemistry since she was 18. I think she's got, like, 2 Ph.D.'s now.
"So anyway, she came back to visit about a year and a half ago, when we'd been dating for about a month. I knew I wasn't good enough for you to admit you were dating me, and I figured it was because I looked too young for you to introduce me around to your co-workers. Everything was about your job, then, remember?
"So I was talking about it to Tiffany, and she lit right up. She went and got these pills out of her luggage and told me to take one a week. She told me she'd send me a new supply when they ran out and they'd solve all my problems.
"So I did. It took a while for them to work, but they did. I filled out, and you seemed to like it. I know I did. But as my body seemed to get more, you know, stacked, I started to look at it differently. Before, tits were just tits, but they started to turn me on. It got so I was more turned on by my body than by yours.
"That's when I quit the job at the restaurant and started stripping. At first I did it because the money was good and because I got to look at the other girls.
"But Lilly's is the sort of place that offers 'private dances' in the back room for its best clients. I took one of the offers one night, just for the money, and when I got back there the guy was amazing. His dick was huge. It had to be, like, 10 inches. I thought I'd be doing it just for the money, but I ended up cumming like 20 times.
"And that got me to thinking. It wasn't that I didn't like men; it was just that you weren't doing it for me, and after I'd done so much for you.
"I got pissed. I started to think, since your body was no good to me as it was, maybe I should change it into something I would like. When you went to the doctor and got that prescription, I had an idea.
"I kept getting the pills from Tiffany, but I stopped taking them. Actually, I was asking her for refills a lot more often because I was giving you one a day, where I'd only been taking them once a week. I think she knew what was going on, but she didn't say anything to try and stop me. Tiffany's always been a little strange.
"I only got your prescription filled once. Since then I've been refilling the bottles with Tiffany's pills. When I was taking them, I thought they were just hormones, but I don't think hormones alone could have done everything that's happened to you. I guess Tiffany didn't tell me very much about what's in the pills, but she certainly knew what she was doing when she made them.
"Not that I mind. You've turned out even better than I'd hoped. I thought you might grow some little tits, maybe look a little girly, but you've got titties as big as mine and your ass is even bigger. Plus, you're so cute now that you're smaller than me. I love the new you almost as much as I love going to work and getting fucked by real men, the kind that can satisfy me.
"And now you're almost done," she finished, reaching into her purse, "Almost how I want you. All you have to do now is take these."
And with that she pulled my bottle of "hypertension pills" out of her purse. One by one, she counted 10 pills out, and reached her hand towards me, offering them.
"What'll these do?" I asked.
"What do you think?" she replied. "They'll do the same thing they've been doing. They'll turn you into my little lesbian fuck toy. That's what I want you to be. This is what I want you to do. Now do it."
"I don't know..." I began.
"DO IT!" she demanded.
I shrugged mentally. What did I have to lose? Certainly not my masculinity; that was gone already. My life? My life had been my job, and that was gone as well. I took the pills and the glass of water that Janet offered me with them, and downed them in a single gulp.
I could feel my stomach churning as the pills reached bottom. I had even less of an idea what they were than Janet did, or how 10 at once would affect me. But I found out quicker than I expected.
I don't know who Janet's friend Tiffany was, but she must have been some kind of mad scientist at biochemistry. I doubled over as a feeling like fire started in my stomach and spread out throughout my body. At first, it hurt. It felt like it was burning me up from the inside out. But as it spread, it didn't burn so much. It just felt pulsating and warm. It almost felt pleasurable.
I started to feel a crawly sensation in my crotch. I pushed my panties down past my knees to look at my shriveled dick. Was it my imagination, or was it even smaller than it had been before?
It wasn't my imagination. As I watched, the warmth and the weird sensation in my cock grew in another pulse, and my hairless dick shrank a bit more. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable. It was no more than an inch long now.
I kept watching, amazed. I hadn't really had much use for my manhood in the last months, but I was still kind of sorry to see it go. But it went. As I watched, the pleasurable sensation in my crotch picked up a notch again, and my dick shrank again. It was less than an inch now. Again I felt a pulse of warmth, and again it shrank. My balls were completely gone now. The space below my dick was completely smooth, and my dick was only half an inch long.
Another pulse and it shrank again. It wasn't really a dick anymore, just a little nub of flesh. The space below it was curving in towards the middle, like a fold or a depression. I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen next. Another pulse and I knew I was right. The fold split apart, and I heard air rushing into the new orifice in my crotch. I had a pussy.
There must have been something a lot stronger than just hormones in those pills, if they could give me a cunt. But I couldn't deny what was happening right in front of my eyes. I reached out a finger and drew it along my new slit, feeling the moisture from inside of my new pussy. I let out a groan as I fondled my cunt. It was completely hairless, and what had been my dick had shrunken down, been covered by a little hood, and turned into my clit.
My crotch was fully female now, but the warmth pulsing through my body didn't stop. It just moved up to my tits. As I watched, they pulsed outwards, filling my D-cup bra to overflowing. I could hear stitches creaking at the sudden pressure of my already big titties pressing outwards. More tit-flesh than the bra could hold started to push over the top.
The warmth in my tits was extremely pleasurable now. My nipples were so hard I could see them clearly, pressing up through my bra. I let out another groan of arousal as I felt the fabric against them. My hands crept up from the new pussy in my crotch to my big breasts, running over them, amazed at their sudden increase in size.
Another pulse and they grew again. My breath caught at the pleasure of the growth. I could hear more stitches threatening to give way as more titty-flesh spilled out around the bra, over and under this time. The bra creaked under the strain.
A third pulse and the bra creaked again. Stitches snapped, but others still held. I could feel the metal hooks that held it closed starting to bend, but I couldn't reach back to undo them. One of my hands was too busy stroking my nipples through the lace of the bra, and the other had crept back down to my crotch. I was finger-fucking myself in my new pussy. I was so wet with excitement at the feeling and the thought of my breasts growing that I couldn't stop myself from masturbating furiously, even with Janet looking on in awe. I was moaning and squealing loudly as I fingered my slippery cunt.
Two more pulses in rapid succession, and the bra couldn't take it anymore. It was the hooks, rather than the stitches, that finally gave way. They bent straight under the strain of holding back breasts that were way overfilling the cups, and the bra went flying across the room. My newly huge titties burst forth from their confinement and settled, jiggling, down onto my chest.
I kept fingering my pussy and playing with my tits until I felt Janet's hand on mine, moving it away from my crotch. I looked up at her, and saw the desire in her eyes.
"Stop that," she said. "I want to lick your cunt."
I complied wordlessly. All I wanted was to cum, and with her face in my pussy, I could use both hands on my tits and make myself cum faster. She licked my slit from bottom to top, drinking in my pussy juice and teasing my new clit with her tongue. The feeling of it, the feeling of her tongue touching my lips, going into my slit, and then brushing up against the little ball of pleasure at the top of it was foreign to me, but it sent a chill up my spine. It felt strange, but completely fantastic.
Meanwhile, my hands were busy fondling the huge mounds on my chest. The big nipples that crowned my tits were the most concentrated source of pleasure, but I ran my hands all over my big, pillowy breasts. Their size astonished me. I couldn't believe that they were that huge. But I loved it. I had always loved big tits, although I had always been a man, admiring them on girls' chests. Now I realized that I was a girl, and I realized how much I loved these huge tits on my own chest.
That realization came at the very instant that my titty-play and Janet's tongue in my crotch pushed me over the edge, and I screamed my way through my first orgasm as a woman. Janet came almost immediately after from her hand at her own crotch. After I came down from my orgasm, I collapsed back on the bed, exhausted, but Janet stood up and looked me over.
"I can't believe it," she muttered, half to herself. "I never thought the pills would work this well. You're perfect! How do you like it? How do you like being my little sex toy?"
I was half-dazed, and didn't answer. She left me alone and I laid there, almost asleep, thinking about what had happened to me.
I realized that I didn't mind it too much. My body felt great, and if it was a female body, so what? Apparently I hadn't been much of a success as a man. I squirmed on the bed, running my hands along my sides. I felt my soft, rounded ass, my wide hips, and my thin waist. I slid my hands upwards to my huge titties. I twirled my fingers around my nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. I didn't know about the rest, but I loved the feel of my tits.
I got up and went into the bathroom to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I could feel my huge breasts bounce and sway as I got out of the bed and walked across the room. I had to throw back my shoulders to offset the weight of my gigantic tits.
I stopped to measure my height against the wall, finding that I'd shrunk again to 5'2". Then I came into the bathroom and caught my first glimpse of the female me in the mirror.
It was amazing. My eyes were drawn first to my naked, hairless pussy. It seemed so strange to see it there. My face hadn't changed, and the rest of my body had become more feminine, but the biggest change was that I now had a pussy between my legs, and that's what I stared at longest.
The part of my body that got the second longest look was my tits, though. They were gigantic! They had been D-cups before, and that was pretty big, but they were absolutely huge now. They were still round, almost spherical, and they jutted proudly out from my chest. I'm not sure how to describe their size. They weren't as big as bowling balls, that's certain, but they were bigger than softballs. They were about the size of cantaloupes.
I ran my hands up my sides again, feeling the slope of my hips, and the curve of my torso up to my breasts. I teased my nipples, watching them crinkle in the mirror as they got hard again. I could feel my pussy getting wet.
It hit me again. I had a wet pussy. I was a girl now. I thought I had adjusted, but it kept occurring to me that it was true. I wanted to pinch myself to find out if this was a dream or not.
And what kind of a dream would it be? I wondered as my hand continued to work in my pussy without my conscious effort. I watched my reflection in the mirror almost as if it was another person, a gorgeous girl performing, masturbating for my pleasure, as I pondered my situation again.
I would have thought that it would be a nightmare; that the buoyant feeling I had experienced earlier would prove to be afterglow from sex and I'd sink into depression as the reality of my situation set in. Maybe it was because I was still horny, but it didn't feel like a nightmare. I wasn't happy about losing my identity, my life as I had known it, but it wasn't as much of a shock as I would have thought. It had been a gradual process over the last 7 months, and this last episode had just been the final bit that pushed me over the edge, made the change irrevocable and complete.
Was it complete, though? The thought surprised me, even though it came from my own mind. I was certainly a woman now. There was no turning back from that, if there ever had been, if the effects of this weird drug that I'd been subjected to had ever been reversible. But that didn't mean that the drug wouldn't work on me now. It would do the same thing for me that it had done for Janet: it would make me more of a woman.
I looked down at my cantaloupe-sized breasts. Was I really considering making them even larger? I couldn't argue that it hadn't felt good when they grew, but did I really want to make them even larger than they already were? When they had grown before, it hadn't been by my choice. Janet had tricked me into taking the pills, except for the last 10, and she had ordered me to take those. Since I'd been becoming more and more feminine, I had been becoming more and more subservient to Janet; I had obeyed her out of habit. If I took more pills now, I couldn't pretend not to enjoy what had happened to me, even if it wasn't what I would have chosen. I had to admit that I liked it.
But could I really avoid that? As I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my very female reflection as I masturbated my wet pussy and fondled my huge tits, could I really claim not to be enjoying it, no matter what came before or after? Could I really claim that I had never suspected that it was the pills that were having this strange effect on me, or that the reason I hadn't stopped taking them and tried to reverse the effects was any other than the simple fact that the results felt so good that I didn't want them to stop?
I realized suddenly that what I really wanted was bigger tits. I NEEDED bigger tits. I wanted to be more of a woman. I wanted to feel my ass spreading wider. I wanted to feel my already huge tits growing even huger on my chest.
Having reached my decision, I acted on it immediately, before I could change my mind. I went back into the bedroom and retrieved the bottle of pills from where they lay, forgotten, on the floor. Returning to the bathroom, I twisted off the cap and emptied the contents into my hand. 12 pills. How many should I take? How big did I really want to be?
Looking down at my already huge breasts, I decided that I liked them more now than when they had been B-cups, and as they got bigger I'd probably like them even more. Bigger was better. I tossed all 12 pills into my mouth, washing them down with water from the sink.
I returned to the bedroom and laid down on the bed to await the effects. Janet seemed to be leaving me alone to come to terms with everything that had happened to me. I wondered what she'd say if she knew I had just done even more of the same to myself. I thought about it all, and had a moment of doubt about the rashness of what I had just done to myself, to my body, before the drug kicked in. Then, as the warmth spread out through my body, there was no room in my mind for doubt. There was only ecstasy.
I could feel my hips, my ass, spreading wider on the bed. I could feel the fabric of the sheets as my ass widened and slid across them. I ran my hands over my hips, between my thighs, and under my ass. I spread my legs and closed them tightly with my hands in my crotch, feeling the wetness that flowed from my pussy. I was so horny.
My tits were growing again. I could feel the pulsating warmth that signaled the growth in my breasts, and I could watch them swelling larger without any interference, since I didn't have a bra on this time. They were already so big; I didn't know how much bigger they could get.
The warmth grew, and my titties swelled outward. It was like watching water balloons grow as they were filled from the faucet. They jiggled slightly from the movement of their own rapid growth spurt, and then rested for a moment before the next spurt. I moaned with arousal, once again fully immersed in the sensation of my fantastic breasts growing on my chest.
Another pulse and they grew again. I could still feel my butt spreading wider on the sheets, but my breasts took up most of my attention. They were huge, they were fantastic. Two huge mounds of quivering flesh jutting up from my chest, amazingly sensitive.
Another pulse, another spurt of growth. I mashed them together between my upper arms. With my tits pressed together like that, the cleavage extended almost a foot out from my chest. I moaned again at the amazing sensation, at the pins-and-needles sensation of growth, almost like they had fallen asleep, except that they weren't numb at all. It felt like every nerve ending in my breasts was being stimulated with pure pleasure.
I worked my pussy again, as I ground my ass down into the bed and played with my expanding tits. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and it felt amazing. At that moment, I didn't regret a thing. The orgasm that I felt building in my new, female pussy and in my gigantic titties was better than any climax I could remember from my time as a man. It was the best feeling ever.
All at once, my orgasm hit, running like fire throughout my entire body, from the tips of my hair to the ends of my toes. I couldn't take it, it was too much. Another spurt of growth, another bit of warmth, hit my tits and pushed me over another edge I hadn't even realized was there. I passed out from the immense pleasure.
When I awoke, it was morning. Opening my eyes, I looked up into Janet's face. The events of the night before rushed back, replaying themselves in my mind. I remembered what she'd done to me, and what I'd done to myself.
"Well," Janet said. "I guess you weren't satisfied. Not that I mind. I love your tits, the bigger the better."
I laid there mute. Now that the consequences of my actions, what I had done to my body last night, were revealed to someone else, I was embarrassed. I looked down at my tits, and shocked myself. They had to be the size of basketballs! I couldn't believe how large they were, and I certainly couldn't believe that I'd done it to myself.
"So you like it, do you? You like being a girl. My little fuck doll," Janet continued. "Tell me the truth. You like being a girl, don't you?"
"Y-yes," I admitted in a whisper.
"Say it louder," she demanded.
"I like it. I love being a girl," I admitted, blushing.
"Do you like being my fuck doll?" she asked. I could see now that she was determined to humiliate me, to make me admit that I loved what had happened to me now, even though I hated admitting it. She knew I did, now. All she had to do to know for sure was to look at my chest and see what I'd done to myself, but she wanted to make me admit that I had indeed done it to myself, of my own free will.
"Yes," I said, louder now, but still blushing. "I love it all. I love being a girl, and I love being your fuck doll. I love having big tits. I wanted bigger ones, and I took the pills to make my fat titties even bigger." I was shocked and embarrassed to hear the words coming out of my mouth, but they were true. I would have given anything to avoid admitting it, but they were all true.
"Mmm... I like it when you talk like that. Tell me more," she demanded.
"I like having my tits, and I love having my hairless little pussy. I love to look down between my legs and not see a cock. I like it that I'm so smooth and female down there. I like my big round ass. I love having a woman's ass. I liked the pills. And I liked it so much when my titties grew that I took more pills to make them grow some more." Tears were streaming down my cheeks as Janet made me admit more and more of the embarrassing truth. And it turned her on.
She was straddling one of my legs now, and rubbing her wet crotch up against my thigh. I couldn't believe how wet she was, how hot she was getting hearing me humiliate myself, admitting how I had enjoyed what she'd done to me, and what I'd done. I couldn't believe how wet I was getting, either.
"Lick my pussy," she ordered, and I leapt to comply. She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs, and I lowered my head in between her thighs. My huge tits hung down from my chest. I was resting on my elbows, and my breasts were resting firmly on the bed. They were huge.
I went to work on Janet's pussy. I licked her folds, tongued her clit, and fucked her hole with my tongue. I did everything to her that I knew would get her off. I ran my lips over the hairless skin of her pussy, kissed the inside of her thighs, and went back to tonguing her slit. I fucked her with my tongue better than I ever had with my cock, and was rewarded with a crashing climax.
She rolled me over then, with some trouble due to the weight of my breasts. When I was laying back on the bed, my legs spread, she assumed the same position I had just vacated, with her head between my thighs. She licked furiously at my little hairless pussy.
I couldn't believe the heights of pleasure my new female body could rise to. Her soft tongue probed my new cunt, stroking my lips and my clit, getting me off. As she licked, I felt her move her hand under my new, wider ass. She spread my cheeks against the sheets, and slowly penetrated my ass with her finger while her tongue continued to work on my pussy.
"Yes! I love that!" I burst out. "Stick your finger up my ass!"
She stopped then, to my disappointment. Getting up from her position between my thighs, she wiped her lips and then said to me:
"Get up. Get on your hands and knees."
I hastily complied. I could feel my fat tits hanging free now, no longer touching the bed. They were closer than I would have thought, though. The space between my arms all the way down to just past my elbows was completely filled with my mashed-together tit-flesh.
Janet moved behind me. I could hear a buzzing sound, and I knew that she'd retrieved the vibrator from wherever she kept it. I had forgotten about it. She teased me with it for a moment, running it up and down the slit of my pussy and the crack of my ass, but then she drove it into my cunt all the way on the first stroke, filling me completely with the buzzing plastic sex-toy.
She didn't neglect my ass, either. Another vibrator I didn't even know she had filled that hole, and had me moaning in pleasure again. She had filled both my holes, and was moving the vibrators in and out of me now, fucking me, fucking her boyfriend in his pussy and his ass with plastic.
"Mmm..." I moaned. "Stick it in me! Stick them both in me! Put it in my pussy! Stick it up my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
After that, I became incapable of speech. I just moaned louder in response to the lesbian dildo-fucking I was getting from my girlfriend. I came like I had never cum before. It was the best sex I had ever had.
We spent the rest of the day like that, fucking each other, enjoying lesbian sex. Janet had wanted sex with women as much as she had wanted sex with men, but she hadn't initiated much. From what I've learned since, she had slept with a few of the other strippers at the club, but she had never gotten to indulge her lust for pussy and titty as much as she did with me that day. We spent the entire day in bed until it was time for Janet to go back to work at Lilly's.
While she was getting ready, I looked at myself in the mirror again. I saw that my tits weren't really as big as basketballs, although they weren't short of it by much. They were gigantic, especially on my now 5' even frame. Oh my god! I had shrunk a full foot! I used to be 6 inches taller than my girlfriend, but now Janet, at 5'6", towered over me by as much as I had towered over her before.
While Janet was doing her make-up, I took a shower. I let the hot water spray against my huge tits, moving them from side to side to catch the stream and feeling them sway with every movement. When I'd finished, I got out and tried to dry my now light-blonde hair, which now reached down past my ass. I wasn't sure if it had grown that much. It might have been just that I'd gotten so much shorter in the last few days.
Janet stuck her head into the bathroom.
"Get dressed, you're coming with me," she said.
"What?" I asked, surprised.
"You can't go back to your old job, looking like you do now. I doubt you can do much of anything else either, with a rack like that. The only thing you're good for is sex. And stripping is pretty damn close to sex. So that's what you'll do."
I did as she asked, getting dressed in her clothes, since none of mine would possibly fit me now. Hers barely did. I wore a shirt that was loose on her but skin-tight on me, despite my smaller frame. My huge tits made all the difference. Her thong-style panties were almost painfully tight in the crack of my ass, and her most elastic skirt was still tight on my hips. I knew I couldn't even attempt to fit into one of her bras now, no matter how much I loosened the straps. I wondered what cup size I was now. I still don't know; I have to have bras custom-made.
The walk to and from the car, and the ride to the club, were interesting to say the least. The last time I had been outside, I had been still thinking of myself as a man and still one technically, too. At least I had still had a dick, even if it was ridiculously small. Now, I was a girl. I was dressed like one. With every step I took my gigantic braless titties jiggled and swayed. With every bump the car went over, no matter how small, my tits bounced and leapt, threatening to burst free from my shirt. As I walked, I could feel the cool air blowing up my skirt, cooling my wet pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.
We had gotten there early so that Janet could talk to her boss about getting me a job. I guess stripping isn't that formal of a business, because he didn't ask for any paperwork, ID, or anything. He just looked at my body and said:
"She's hired. What's her name?" It seemed weird to hear myself referred to as "she".
"Toni," Janet replied.
"What about security while she's onstage? And will she go all the way in the back room?"
"Same deal as with me. She'll take as many dicks as you can throw at her."
This shocked me, even in my dazed state. Not only was I now a stripper, and a phenomenally endowed one at that, but I was also a whore. I was going to have to fuck men for money.
It seemed like only a few minutes after this revelation, although I know it was hours, before it was my turn to go onstage. Janet stripped me down to my g-string, and the lights went low except for a spotlight on me, just as they had for Janet last night. She pushed me onto the stage, and I almost fell over from the weight of my gigantic, bouncing tits. They didn't seem to want to stop as quickly as the rest of me did.
Then I almost fell over again from the avalanche of applause that erupted from the crowd at the sight of my gargantuan breasts. I had the biggest tits on the smallest frame of any stripper they'd ever seen. They were salivating at the sight of me.
I swayed slowly to the beat of the music. I didn't do much, but I didn't have to. Just a slight movement set off waves of jiggles in my breasts, and waves of applause in the crowd. I knew what was expected of me, what Janet expected of me. I slid off my g-string, revealing my hairless pussy, and stepped over into the reach of the crowd.
All at once, I was pawed by what must have been a hundred hands. Every one of them reached out to feel my gigantic tits, to grope at my wet pussy. I was horny myself, in spite of myself, at the sight of all these men desiring me, salivating over my body. I ground myself against them, rubbing my pussy against their bodies, fingering my nipples, popping them into random mouths. I straddled the faces of men who pushed themselves forward and threw themselves onto the stage, grinding my wet cunt down onto them. I came from the contact, I don't know how many times. It was like an orgy.
Another orgy was waiting for me backstage, when Janet led me from the stage. She led me to the room where she had cheated on me so many times, where she had been fucked with the big dicks of men who paid for the privilege. There were three men waiting for me.
"Go ahead," Janet whispered in my ear. "You know you want to be fucked. And you know I want to watch." Then she withdrew to the corner, sitting there in her g-string, which was more than I had on.
I resigned myself to my fate. I dropped to my knees in front of the nearest of the 3 naked men. This brought his cock to a position right in front of my face. It must have been 11 inches long.
I reached out to touch it. It was the only cock, other than my own, that I'd ever touched. It felt so weird to run my hands over some other guy's cock. Always before, I could feel it when I was jacking off a cock. But now it was on someone else, and it felt so strange that I couldn't feel the sensations. Now that I was a girl, now that I had a pussy in my crotch instead of a cock, I'd never feel those sensations again.
But for now, I was able to look at a cock in another light, now that I no longer had one myself. I wasn't in a position to fuck, to penetrate wet pussies with my cock. I was the one with the pussy now. I was the one that would lay back and spread her legs, waiting for the cock to fill my wet pussy. It was like a firm pole, but there was still some give to it. It felt hot and warm in my hand as I stroked it. He began to buck his hips towards me in time with my strokes.
I took his huge, erect cock into my mouth. I stroked the length of it with my hand as I sucked as much as I could fit down my throat. This was even stranger; I'd stroked my own cock before, but this was the first one I'd ever had in my mouth. It felt good. It was warm and pulsating, soft and firm at the same time. I could taste the salty taste of his pre-cum, and I enjoyed it. My little hairless pussy was getting so wet. I couldn't believe that it felt this good to suck cock.
Before long, he was nearing orgasm. He grabbed my head in both his hands and stroked his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. With my petite female form, I was powerless to resist him. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth until he came, shooting more salty cum into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed it all.
As I was swallowing it, the man's hot cum sliding down my throat, I glanced over to the corner where Janet was sitting. She had one of her legs hiked up on the chair, and her hand was shoved down the front of her g-string, moving rapidly. She was masturbating furiously at the sight of her boyfriend, now transformed into a girl, sucking cock like a slut.
Then I moved on to the next man. After I sucked his dick for a few minutes, he said to me:
"No, I want to fuck you. Get on the bed."
I mounted the bed in the middle of the room and spread my legs as he moved between them. Looking down between my spread legs, I was still surprised to see a hairless pussy through the valley created by my huge breasts. The man who had paid to fuck me, to use me like his whore, his fuck toy, was lining himself up to penetrate my cunt. His 9-inch dick stood erect between my thighs before he buried it into me. I was shocked at the ecstasy I felt when my pussy was stuffed full of hot, hard cock. He pumped into me frantically, playing with my huge titties while he drove his cock into me. I could feel it sliding in and out of my slick hole, fucking my wet cunt.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe that I now had a pussy, and I was letting a man fuck me for money. And I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying it. My pussy was made to be fucked. It was made to take big dicks into it, both giving and receiving pleasure. And that's what it did. As he fucked me, I could feel my orgasm growing within me, getting nearer as his big cock ploughed in and out of my pussy, which had been virgin until moments before. I could feel it, hot and hard inside me, as my orgasm began, only seconds before he began to cum. I moaned in real pleasure, not fake, as he shot his load up into my twat, filling my cunt with warm cum like my mouth had been filled by the first man.
Now it was the third man's turn, although I noticed that more men were now standing in line. The third one's demands were different, and were directed at Janet, who had now removed her g-string and was masturbating frantically at the sight of me taking cocks in my pussy and mouth, and moaning with pleasure. She was getting off on my humiliation.
"Can I give it to her up the ass?" he asked.
"Anything you want," she gasped as her fingers worked her pussy and her tits. "Fuck her up her ass. Stick your dick up her ass. She loves it!"
"I do," I breathed, almost against my will. "I love it up my ass. Butt fuck me!"
I got onto all fours again, arching my back and thrusting out my ass. He positioned the head of his cock at my asshole, and pushed inside of me. At first, he went slowly, but once he felt that I wasn't going to resist he butt fucked me hard. My tits swayed dramatically from my chest again, at times almost hitting my in the face as he pounded my ass, frantic to get himself off in my asshole. Despite the roughness of his fucking, I loved it. I loved having anything in me, whether it was a cock, a finger, or a dildo, whether it was in my pussy, my mouth, or my ass. Janet was right. I was a fuck toy. All I was good for now was sex. My exaggerated female body made me too horny to concentrate on anything else. All I could do was fuck.
That man kept on fucking me, with my titties hanging down and swinging from my chest even faster now as the pace of his butt fucking picked up another notch. He was grunting with the strain now, approaching his orgasm, just as I was moaning in the ecstasy spreading from my stretched, full ass and beginning my own climax. With a final grunt, he shot his hot cum up into my ass. I could feel it there, up inside me, hot and wet. I could feel it dripping from my ass, like the last man's cum was dripping from my pussy. There was none of the first man's cum left to drip, but only because I had swallowed all of it. I laid on the bed and waited for the next man to use me for his pleasure.
He wanted to tit-fuck me. That was fine with me; I enjoyed the extra attention to my huge titties. They were my favorite part of my new body. He slid his cock between my huge mounds. They dwarfed his cock. It disappeared completely into my huge cleavage. He fucked my tits as frantically as the others had fucked me elsewhere, as desperate to get off on me, to shoot his load on me, as they had been. He pushed my tits together onto his cock, and all I had to do was lay there and enjoy it, enjoy the sensation of his hard, hot shaft sliding between my tits. He tit-fucked me faster and faster until he shot his load up onto my face. I licked it from my lips, surrendering completely to my need for sex.
That's the way it was for the rest of the night, and the rest of the nights after: An endless stream of men, anxious to pleasure themselves, and to use me as their cum-receptacle. The pleasure I received from them was no less for the fact that it was incidental.
And during the day, I was still a fuck-toy, for a woman, instead of men. The pleasure I got from her was intentional, but it was meant to humiliate me, to remind me that I was a girl now, not a man. And it did humiliate me, but it was still pleasure.
Janet hasn't gotten any more of the pills from her mysterious source. In a way I'm glad of that. I don't think I'd be able to resist more of them, to resist making my titties larger, making myself more feminine, even though I know I couldn't grow much more before I would have trouble even walking. But in a way, I'd like it, I'd like to feel the growth again, to take the pills and abandon myself to the effects of them on my body.
And I've been thinking about the pills. About what they were, I mean. I don't mean chemically; I know I couldn't understand that even if it was spelled out for me. No, I've been thinking about the way my life was before, and the way it is now. About the way the pills changed it.
You see, Janet told me she's switched the pills, that I'd never taken the stress pills.
But I'm not tense anymore.