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BeingDippedBeing DippedLife can be pretty sweet. Look at me, sitting here in the prime of mylife on a Friday evening watching a movie on my super huge tv with mybeautiful girlfriend by my side. Hell, I don’t even like the stupidmovie, but nothing is gonna get me out of this terrific mood.”Hey Loverboy, I got a secret sumthin’- sumthin’ today from one of myspecial friends,” my girl teases in a sing-song way. Cammie and I havebeen pretty close these past few months, and I’m starting to really seeus as a long-term couple. Unfortunately, she still has connections withsome of the screw-ups from the neighborhood she grew up in. When shementioned them I knew that it was probably not something I want in myhouse. Even though it’s hard to tell this beautiful angel ‘no’,especially when she wears that thin, silk tank top that lets thosemagnificent nipples show through, I still have to keep a level head whenshe starts to bring that crap back into the conversation.”Honey, you know I don’t want you spending any more time with thoselosers. Every time you get around them, you turn into some bitchy, meanperson,” I attempt to state sternly but it just comes out sounding like awhine.”Oh, C’mon! They’re not that bad. You’re just jealous that they havemore fun than you,” her nose pinches and she makes a silly face.”Besides, I think they may have outdone themselves this time. Wanna knowwhy?” Her face lights up in such a cute way. She looks like she justdelivered the punch line to a joke that she thinks is the funniest in theworld. I scoff at the insinuation that she would think that I care abouttheir, probably i*****l, monkey business.”Seriously, I don’t want to know, and I’m not playing around when I saythat I don’t want you to hang out with them anymore,” I again try to bestern. Her face has that odd quality of looking like a weird doll in thesense that her eyes are really big and her nose and mouth are small.That, along with a small chin and long and black hair in a bob make herabsolutely adorable and very hard to be stern at. My eyes glancedownward to see a little, strawberry-looking nipple on her perky boob ispeeking out from underneath the neckline of her blouse.”They brought me some ‘dip’,” she said bringing the conversation to ahalt. We look into each other eyes as she pleads with me to be more opento her experiments.’Dip’, or Serendipity, is a d**g-type thing that was created a few yearsago. The government tried to stop it by making it i*****l, but insteadsomeone decided to just tax the stuff instead. It’s bad news. The user,I’ve heard, goes through this amazing high, but changes when he returns.The reports state that it brings out an inner whatever, but I know itpermanently scars the user by changing something about him. There’s adson the subways and trains showing the affects as a deterrent. It didn’twork to dissuade people from using it. Instead, it made it more popular.Still, you can tell the users by their misshapen bodies. It’s like theydon’t care as they parade around public showing off what the d**g hasgiven them. Our society hasn’t been the same since.”What the hell, Cammie!” I bark while standing up.”Relax, Leo. It’s just a little bit. You said just the other day thatyou wondered what it was like. Now we have a chance to experienceit…together. Look, I really want to try it, and I want you to be therewith me,” her melodic voice has such a calming effect on me. She’s rightthat I’ve always wondered about it, but I never really thought that shewould go out and actually find some.”Cammie, we can enjoy ourselves without that stuff,” I console whileletting my hand rest on her belly. It’s not completely firm, but it hasthe little pooch that I love on short girls.”Just this once, big boy. If you don’t like it, then we can never do itagain. Geez, I’m dying with curiosity here, Leo. Could you for oncejust grow a set and try something new with me?” her voice is a bitfirmer, and she’s right about being curious.”Just once?” I retreat.”If you like it, then we can do this again. Don’t worry. If you grow alobster claw, I’ll still love you like I’ve always done… maybe with aside of butter, but I’ll still love you,” she pleads. Her joke just tookall of the air from my sails, and if I don’t ever want to regret having achance to experience this I’ll regret it for a while. I sit back down onthe couch and lean back looking up at the ceiling defeated.”I guess if you’re gonna do it, then I can’t stop you beings that youalready have the stuff. We can do this just this once, but only alittle. I’m not saying that I like this, but if it’ll make you feelbetter then I guess,” I say trying to reconnect with this beautiful girl.Man, I’m such a pushover.”Okay, you go first,” she announces bringing a medicine dropper over mymouth. “Just open up, and let it fall in.” I have no idea how she hasthis control over me. Her giggles get louder as I see the drop gettingbigger and bigger on the dropper. At one point, I thought that I’d haveto hold it myself with her hands moving around so much. Finally, itfalls onto my tongue with a greasy, wet plop. My whole mouth is infusedwith a sudden flavor of citrus. I cough at the intensity. Cammie’s eyesare wide open taking in every little nuance to see if I’ll do anything.”Alright, it’s your turn,” I remind her popping whatever bubble she wasin. Without taking any time to measure, she pulls the dropper from thebottle and shoots a stream into her mouth followed by a fit of coughing.”Holy crap, Cammie! You said that you’d only to a little.” Her coughingfit eventually goes away, and she looks up with red, glossy eyes.”I know, I didn’t mean to,” she chokes. Caring for her well-being, Iwrap my arms around her and pulling her head to my chest. “So, do youfeel anything?””No, not really. I’m just a little pissed that you shot so much,” Ireply. A warm, fluffy feeling is beginning to flow down my arms andlegs. It’s not much, but I’m sure it’s the d**g kicking in.”Yea, maybe your riiiight…” she ends the sentence with a long, whispygroan. “Am I growing spider legs, yet?” she slurs followed by giggling.”That’s not funny,” I scold really beginning to feel the warmth coat myextremities. The feeling is similar to having a good buzz from a beerand that one time I had to take a pain shot in the ER when I broke my lega while back. I lean back completely letting my body almost go limp.”Oh, this feels so good,” she mewls. Her body is shivering a bit, so Itry to hold her more tightly. The rush of warmth fills in my brainsoothing it of any worries about the d**g. “What if I DO become aspider?” her voice has taken a more serious, sinister tone that I haven’theard before. “I’d snatch you up and spin you in my web. Then, then I’dfuck you until I drain all of your juices (giggle).””Cammie, chill out,” I reply at her forwardness. It’s a bitdisconcerting to have my girlfriend act so weirdly. Her shivers stop,but now she’s moaning. A small flutter on my leg brings my attentionfrom the ceiling to her as I can hear a wet slurping. I don’t botherlooking down as my head is completely filled with cotton.”Hehe! I’m totally wet. Look!” she giggles bringing her hand up to myface. Her fingers separate leaving strings of gel between them radiatinga kaleidoscope of color along each thread. The d**g must behallucinogenic as I’m seeing the colors on the wall melt into the sexualfluids on her hand. The entire room’s colors are slowly dripping downthe walls leaving an odd black and white, stale wall in their absenceleaving the only colors psychedelically pulsing and dancing on her hand.”Oh, fuck, I need a man in me. What I wouldn’t do for a good cock rightnow. Grr, I’m gonna make you my bitch tonight,” her darker voice moansas the hand returns between her legs and she glares at me with her fourred eyes angrily. The voice and its demands echo around in my head, “Ineed something…a good cock…need…cock…I need cock…I need a man” My mindswirls as I try to acknowledge that my girlfriend is changing. Her wordsswirl in my brain rewriting my own desires for hers.”I need cock,” I whisper glancing around the room. As my gaze stumblesacross the room tripping over my euphoria peculiar objects begin to takeon color. The tops of the bar chairs backs, the paper towel holder, andthe remote are all gaining an exciting iridescent color attracting myeyes to their beauty. In each, I begin to see the possibilities of usingit as a sexual toy. “A good cock…” I moan watching as the objects beginto morph into my phallic desires. Like a light show, every possiblephallic-shaped object in the room glows brightly and slowly begins topulse.”That’s right, there’s nothing better than a good cock,” Cammie gruntswith a huskier voice. Her weight, which seems so much more substantial,shifts, and I can hear the sound of clothes being removed. I continue toride the high enjoying the warmth and euphoria until I feel my pantsbeing pulled down. Not wanting to disrupt whatever’s going on, I lift mybutt off of the sofa to allow them to come off. Two hands work their wayup my thighs kneading and groping any amount of flesh they can grab. “Itlooks like I have my first victim,” she says above my face. Inside hermouth, I can barely see that two of her teeth are longer than they usedto be. My shirt joins the pants, and I can feel the familiar sensationsof being nude. “I can’t wait to get you in my web,” her voice screecheswith a hint of clicks. A hand grabs my wrist, then another grabs mywaist. Oddly, another grabs my other wrist holding me down tightly as alarge mass settles around me jostling us on the couch.My eyes gain focus on the flowing colors smeared across her greyed outmouth. Above me, the gloss of the black skin reflect the pulsing lightsfrom all of the cocks in the room. Her sixth arm is holding onto thespace between her legs. My eyes bulge at the sight of the b**st that hasoverpowered me. Her face grimaces for a second then suddenly relaxes asher hand pulls a large rainbow-colored appendage out from underneath her.The swirling colors immediately communicate what she’s doing, and I moanin expectation. Is that what I think it is?The spider above me begins to bob up and down stroking the appendagespilling more rainbow-colored goo onto my belly. Only, this goo ismaintaining its attachment to her abdomen connecting us by what lookslike thick webs.No, I don’t really care about any of that. Neither the nightmare mygirlfriend has become nor the odd coloration of my world is important.No, I need more than that thick, phallus that she’s holding. I need tosee what he’s hiding behind that hand that is clutched so tightly to hergroin. Splatters of rainbow are now smeared across her face and isdripping from his last hand between us. “Cock,” I plead reaching down toplay with the technicolor puddles that are now covering up on my belly.I’m her prey. My body is at her mercy wrapped up in the delightful webs,but I’m only concerned about her injecting me with that cock.”Yes,” she groans letting the last hand let loose with the rainbowphallus extending from his pelvis and gripping the pillow beside my head.Between us, her thick, bulging manhood stands straight dripping with thekaleidoscopic juices. I squeal at the sight. “Now that I have you whereI want you, I’m gonna have to take you,” her voice sears her warning inmy brain sending my insides quivering.”Yes, please,” I beg under my breath and try to spread my legs hoping forher glorious cock to fill me. Instead, she rolls over to my side sendingme up and on top with her arms tightly locked onto me. Now, I’m lookingdown at her on my knees as her six-armed, glossy, black body reclinesback into the couch. Just inches from my face is the cock that I sodesire dripping in rainbow sexual fluids primed for me to finish her off.”Now hurry up and kiss me there, I’m so hot,” her suddenly soft femalevoice, the one that I’ve gotten used to in the months we have beendating, begs. In front of me lays my very nude and sweaty girlfriendlewdly splaying her legs exposing her inner-most lips. Where did it go?Where’s that glorious cock that I wanted to worship? “Oh, Leo, I’m sohorny, hurry!”The room bursts into color as the world seems to resettle back to normalleaving me empty and bewildered at the loss of my prize. I was so close.Her hand rubs across her glistening wet folds furiously trying to rub herclimax filling the room with her mewls and wet squelching.And like that, I completely lose interest in what’s happening. It’s likea light switch has turned off any desire to join her. Dejected and soberI lean back removing myself from her reach. Maybe it was the intensetrip or maybe I’m upset at her deep down, but I don’t want to continuethis.”Please,” she pleads hoarsely, “Please fuck me.” Her eyes are clampedshut, and her body is twitching and contorting flailing in its effort toreach orgasm. While I can appreciate the euphoria that she’s probablyfeeling, it’s obvious that she’s high as a kite lost in a d**g-induceddream from that stupid stuff she got from her thuggy friends. In a way,it’s sad. Cammie is still beautiful, and I so love spending time withher, but I’m not feeling any desire to join her with this.Silently, I stand up and walk to the bathroom to start a shower. If shewants to fuck herself silly, then I won’t get in her way, but I’m notgoing to get involved. As far as I’m concerned with this d**g, we’redone.”Leeeeeooooo?” her voice slurs my name as if she’s not paying attentionto what she’s saying. “What’s taking so long, lover? Come and take me.I need to get fucked right now.” By the end of the demand her voicegrows harsh and demanding. Her naked body crashes though the bathroomdoors and clings to me nearly knocking us over. “Fuck me, damn it!” shescreams. Her eyes are dilated and wander in all directions. We strugglefor a moment until I gain enough leverage to toss her into the still-coldshower. Cammie screeches and flails in the cold water for only a moment.Then, as if she’s suddenly awakened, her body relaxes and she staresaround in confusion.”Sweetie?” I ask checking both for her welfare but also to gauge whetherit’s safe to approach.”Leo, what happened?” my girlfriend stutters as she begins to panic.”Calm down, love. It’s okay. You’re just coming down from those d**gs.There, there,” I comfort stepping into the still warming spray andcradling her. We lie there in the shower for what seems like hoursscared and confused at the stupid decision to try such a harmful d**g.We both fall into my bed and pass out from the chaos without sayinganything more.Chapter 2We didn’t speak to each other in the morning. It’s not the first timeshe’s spent the night, but it’s definitely the most awkward that I canremember. We both skirted chances to talk, and by the time I was readyshe was out the door to work. I sat at my table with a coffee and thenewspaper trying to unpack the memories of the trip, but all that I couldgrasp were the intense emotions. I felt so excited and full ofanticipation only to be squelched by a tremendous sense of emptiness anddisappointment. Unfortunately, I also needed to head to work, so Iquickly finished the coffee and left.Five years of undergraduate and a Master’s degree was too much of a priceto pay for sitting in this stupid cubicle managing other people’sbusiness accounts. Geez, it’s work better suited for trained monkeys.It doesn’t help that I share my office space with some gay club k** whoacts like he’s a generation younger. We’re the same age, but why do Ifeel like a grandpa when he speaks?At ten ’til nine he shuffles in and slumps into his padded office chairwith a dramatic flair. Toby has a habit of creating drama from nothing,and most of the time it’s tolerable. However, on occasion I’ll have totell him to chill out before he gets fired. Once again he’s late, whichis normal, but somehow escapes the fierce judgement from the floormanager. I can’t pin it, but I believe that he’s the token gay guy so heis able to get away with anything around here. What are they gonna do,fire the only gay guy? Fat change that’ll ever happen with the threat oflawsuit always present. Toby looks like hell. His clothes are stillwrinkled and his hair is tussled around like he just got out of bed. Tobe honest, I kinda like that hairstyle on him. It makes him lookattractive…you know, for a guy. Wow, that’s such a weird thought. Whywould I think of him like that?”This weekend was such a blur,” he says slightly slurring his speech oris he just pronouncing his lisp. “Sammie and I went to the Meat Marketlast Friday night, and we didn’t leave until this morning. It was A-Maze-Ing,” his voice rises to almost alto in his hangovered voice. Hedoes this just about every Monday. Toby shows up late, continues to givethe play-by-play of his weird sexscapades, and doesn’t stop until I barkat him to cut it out. Well, Toby begins his tale of the stupid club, soI quickly return to work.I, for one, had more important things to do. Unlike my coworker, myclients are happy and treated well. By force I’ve tuned him out to focuson these growth charts that are due Wednesday. With each data point Iinput the green and blue lines grow upward. Hmm, kinda like an arousedpenis. No! No, let’s not go there. Hanging out with this guy isstarting to affect my mind. Damn it. I can’t see those lines withoutthinking about dicks, now. Focus, Leo. These data points need to bedone quickly so I can move onto the Epperson account. I wonder what onetastes like. Would it be salty or would it taste like dirty underwear?I wonder how big mine is compared to other guys. Watch fey little clubboy to have a monster cock that’s bigger than everyone here. I chuckleto myself from the mental image. It’s silly right? Right? Then howcome I really do want to see it? Am I correct to think that? Damn, nowI’m curious.”…and you should have seen his schlong. It was huge! I could barely getmy two hands around it…” his descriptions pull at my attention begging meto stop and listen. They’ve never been that interesting before, annoyingreally, but now it’s all I can do not to turn around and beg for more.Alright, this crap has to stop. There’s no way I’m gonna get anythingdone today if he continues. The curiosity is gonna make me pop.”What did it taste like?” I blurted out suddenly realizing that I justsaid that out loud. Mortified, my heart skips a beat and I sit straighthoping that he didn’t hear. Maybe I can pass it off as sarcasm if hedid.”Taste? I haven’t even gotten to that part, yet. Say, you’re kindaeager aren’t cha?” he comments sweetly, and puts his hand on my shoulder.His touch seems to stay far longer after he removes it and continues. Ibreathe a sigh of relief and vow to never devote so much as a thoughttowards that again. Luckily, his story ended just in time for me to moveonto the new project.Unfortunately, my mind continues to return to dicks at the mostunfortunate times. I almost slipped while at lunch staring at thewaiter’s bulge. To add to my misery, my own little fella seems to beexcited about the idea of another to play with and tingles every time myeyes glance down to another man’s groin. Sheesh, I gotta shake this outof my head. Maybe if I just indulge my curiosity, then it’ll go away.Yea, if I see that I’m getting worked up over something so stupid, andgay, then I will be able to concentrate on my work for the rest of theday.”Hey, I gotta go take care of some business,” Toby mentions as he standsup. It’s odd that he would blurt out such a thing. It’s almost as if hewants me to know where he’s going. Well, here’s my chance. If I’m gonnaend this nonsense, then I just gotta man up and do it. After taking adeep breath to steel my nerves, I stand up and follow him to therestroom. Thankfully, no one else is in the restroom so I can do thisand leave with no one the wiser. Our footsteps echo from the fine tiledwalls and floor and I can smell the familiar scent of the automaticdiffuser. Say what you want about the cheap cubicles, the company spentsome money and effort on these restrooms. He’s just starting to unbucklehis belt as I arrive. There’s not a lot of urinals, so it shouldn’t betoo hard to imagine using the one next to a person without suspicion.”What’s this? A restroom buddy?” he chuckles.”What can I say, you reminded me that I need to take care of business,too,” I reply hoping that I have enough to make it look like I came inhere on purpose and not to scope out schlongs. Usually, guy codedictates that everyone must keep his eyes forward and never, never lookbelow the urinal handle. If this is to work, I’ll need to be very sly.How in the world have I put myself in this position? Just last night Istopped before fucking my hot girlfriend, and now I’m cruising therestroom for a sneak-peek. It’s times like this that you wonder aboutthe steps that led you here.In the corner of my eye his rounded head pops into view. Gainingcourage, I continue to follow it until I can see the edge of his hand.Oh, my god. I was right. He’s huge. His hand only covers half of itwith another five inches beyond that.”I thought so,” he says shaking me from my amazement. I look up to seehis large grin and pause realizing that I’ve been caught. My chest achesas my heart stops beating for a second. No, no! This cannot happen. Ididn’t mean for this to get this far. Oh, crap I’m going to be a pariahhere and everyone will know that I like to look at dudes.”No, no, it’s not what it looks like. I wasn’t looking…” I stammertrying to save some face.”C’mere you,” he barks pushing me back towards the back stall. My pantsare still open and my hand is holding them around my waist as I struggleto walk backwards and maintain some dignity. However, at this pointthere’s not much there as Toby guides me into the last stall, closes thedoor, and embraces me with a strong, forceful kiss. I stand there inshock not moving or participating. This has gone too far. I’ve got tostop this…this gay stuff and leave. Maybe I won’t ever come back.There’s no way that I can recover any semblance of respect after this.Right? Our pants fall to the floor in a clang and jingle from the belts.I struggle a little, but Toby places his hands on either side of my head.I can’t do this. I can’t…But…I don’t want to stop.Something thick and soft bumps into my groin and presses in a littlemaking sure that I’m aware of its presence. “Touch it,” he whispers andcontinues to kiss breathing heavily into me. My hands, once pushing backon his chest are now sliding down to our waists leaving the safety of thefabric of his shirt and onto the dangerous surface of his skin. There,just at my fingertips, is the last bridge to cross before I can say thatI’m not participating – so I can say that I’m not gay. All at once, theeuphoria and exhilaration from last night’s d**g trip returns as I amfinally able to caress the cock that I’ve longed for ever since. Have I?My fingers sense the curve leading to the shaft and I can tell that he’spleasantly shaved. My desire peaks giving way to the dream from lastnight to become my reality. My eyes roll back and I give in to hisministrations… and return the kiss. My shaking hands slide down to gripthe iron shaft of his cock to pull and explore committing every inch intomy memory. This is real. I’m really doing this. I have my hands onthis man’s cock and it’s better than I thought. My own shaft is suddenlygripped heating and compressing it in his hand. My body relaxes andallows itself to become aroused. I glance down still feeling the high ofwhat we’re doing and pull his penis next to mine as our manhoods pressinto each other. Both of my hands wrap around our collective girths witha gasp, and I gaze into his eyes sharing my most intimate fears anddesires. We’re connected. We’re connected in a way that my girlfriendcan’t share. I think I just fell in…The outside door opens. I look at him with fearful eyes and whimper alittle knowing that we’ve been caught. At that moment, I realize thatToby is my hero. He silently backs away and climbs up onto the toiletlid and pulls me over to him. From the outside, it should look like I’mjust by myself as the only gap in the stall walls are on the floor level.My pulse is loud enough for sure he can hear us, but we maintain oursilence. Toby is perched precariously on the thin toilet seat where,serendipitously, his manhood is perfectly aligned to my face. Should I?I’m so curious about how it’ll taste. I gotta know. My hands reach upto grip the rod. The surface indents between my fingers until I feel theiron hard center. His breath above me is quivering. My fluttering lipstouch the purple, round head and part and like that I now have a man inme. Euphoria once again flushes my mind as I give in to my desires andearnestly worship his cock not caring that we’re not alone. I have tohave it, own it, please it. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Thewater faucet turns on along with the toilet flushing, but I can only hearit in the background. I press farther along the shaft taking as much asI can and stroke the length with both hands. I grunt and moan beggingfor his release. Deep down I know what comes at the end of what I’mdoing, and it doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I’d take it as a giftor offering. Damn it, I’ve earned it by putting myself on the line here.Give it to me.My own arousal is beginning to peak, also, without any stimulation on mypart giving me a head rush and tingly fingers and toes.His hips shudder violently, and the flesh inside my mouth pulses. Warmjets spray the insides of my mouth and throat sending me back gagging andcoughing spitting the white cream across the floor. My own climax shakesmy torso offering its own semen to the puddle. I fall onto the stalldoor nearly breaking it open.”Fuck, that was intense. Why didn’t you tell me, Leo?” Toby demands ashis feet return to the ground trying not to step in our mess.”(cough) I’m not sure what you’re saying,” I stall knowing what he meansbut unwilling to speak it into existence.”Don’t play coy with me. Why didn’t you tell me you were gay?” he asksloud enough that I can hear a ring of an echo.”I don’t think I am. I just needed to see your cock,” I admit pullingmyself together.”You could’ve fooled me,” he replies using a finger to grab a creamydollop from my cheek. Everything from last night and today seems to justexplode out of me as I cry out.”I don’t know. My girlfriend made me take ‘dip’ last night, and all Ihave been able to think about is cocks. I’ve never been gay in my life,but for the life of me I think I’m falling in love with you,” my voicealmost goes hoarse. As I do, my eyes fixate on the thick shaft hangingdown between his thighs and admire its beauty.”Wow, you’re a wild one,” his voice is dripping with sarcasm. “You knowthat stuff will change you, right? It’ll make you into another person…orthing,” he pleads.”Yea, I’m seeing that,” I say thinking about the events that have led usto this encounter.”It’s not all bad, though. I dipped a couple of times a while back. Howdo you think I got his cock? This was a prize for my second dip, but Inever took too much. That’s where it’ll hurt you. You know that the’dip’ has specific instructions as to what to change, right?” heexplains.Gathering myself and rebuttoning my pants I ask, “Have you changedanywhere else?” Toby walks out of his pants, now bottomless, andapproaches me. Without saying anything, he grabs my hand and guides itbetween his legs and underneath his scrotum. With my hand completelyunderneath his body he pushes my fingers up into a warm, wet orifice.It’s different than I thought a man’s anus would feel like. It’s looserand slimy and it has… lips. I look up at him shocked as I realize thatI’m touching a vagina.”I got that at the Meat Market this weekend,” his voice haughty withpride like he just showed me his prized tattoo. “Now, can you stopfingering me and let’s return to our desks before anyone starts askingquestions. You first.” Getting the hint, I peek out to be safe, exitthe stall, and wash my hands of the semen and slimy arousal from hisother place. Funny, it smells just like a girl’s pussy.We return to our cubicle to finish out our day. Our conversations seemmore fluid and easy now, and we share a few knowing looks while we work.It’s so strange now that I’ve been intimate with him. It feels so newand exciting, but I worry about my girlfriend. Am I willing to break upwith her to pursue this relationship? I gotta find some space tonight totry to work things out. Oh, I hope she doesn’t come over.We still have an hour or so left before we leave, and Toby turns aroundin his chair to whisper into my ear holding a pink pill in his hand.”Take this now if you really want us to continue what we started. It’llmake tonight all that more fun… lover.”The pill slides across my desk and hits the mousepad spinning to a stop.The capsule looks just like every other pain reliever. It’s another stepdown the slide that is my use of mind and body altering d**gs. Are myfriends making me an addict? Do I really want to continue seeing anotherman? Lost in a daze my eyes focus on the pill and all of theconsequences seem so small. Without another thought, I pick it up andswallow shocked that I would do such a thing. What have I done?”Good, now you’ll be ready for me later tonight,” he chuckles and turnsaround to return to work. “Meet me at the garage elevator at 6. Don’tbe late.”Chapter 3The last hour or so has been the most fretful and anxious I’ve been insome time. This adventure that I’ve found myself on has taken me to somany places that I’d never thought I’d go, and now that I have the chanceto step off and take a breather do I really want to? It’s exciting tofeel like a passenger, but I don’t trust where it will ultimately lead.I mean, twenty four hours ago I was completely straight looking forwardto being with my girlfriend. Now, I’m as giddy as a school girl waitingfor the cock… I mean, clock to turn so I can meet up with my newboyfriend to, you know, do stuff. Maybe the school girl analogy is tooclose. Surely I’m the boyfriend. Toby is the effeminate one. I’m theguy’s guy. Muscle cars, beer, and porn, yea! Then, how come I want tohold his penis so badly? Isn’t that the girl’s job? My mind is obsessedto touch it again, to play with it, to suck it. Geez, I have cock on thebrain. That’s what girls do, not the guys. Crap, maybe I AM the girl.All of this thinking about sex has kept me rock hard and distracted fromwork. My ass is falling asleep and won’t stop buzzing, or maybe it’sjust my hemorrhoids are flaring up again. Either way, it’s veryuncomfortable. I’m a genuine mess and am completely worthless at themoment. It shouldn’t take long to finish this account. Get it together,Leo. Alright, I just need to print this document, then I can organize itinto the folder – done. Just like that I’m done and out of here. Butthen I have to make a choice. Do I keep going and meet Toby, or do Iescape home and hope it all blows over?There’s not a lot of people still around, being almost six o’clock, but Istill take a little precaution as I stand to adjust my still hard member.The walk down the hallway feels awkward. My bottom is slick and warmlike I’m leaking. Great, that’s nice. I’m about to make a life-changingdecision with my sexuality and I’m leaking out of my ass. Well, let’sjust stop this amazing adventure in the worst way ever. Geez, I reallyam wet down there.I just need to stop by my cubicle to file the account then make a quickvisit to the restroom to avoid any embarrassing happenings with whatfeels like a good thing. You know? I haven’t felt this excited to seesomeone in a long time. Oh, shit! What about my friends and family? Isthis something I want them to find out about? I’d be shunned from familyget-togethers from now on. They’ll whisper and tell their c***dren notto talk to the “queer”. No, I can’t do that. I can’t live like that. Ihave to find an escape or hope he wasn’t serious about meeting me.For the second time today, the restroom serves as my sanctuary underweird circumstances. Pulling my pants down, I rip off some toilet paperand expect the worse. Odd, my underwear isn’t brown. There’s a coupleof spots of wetness on my underwear between my legs, but for the mostpart it’s dry. I wipe and am assaulted by a sudden rush of pleasure andarousal as if my asshole is an erogenous zone. Add to the rush it feelsdifferent down there. It feels looser, less tight, and very slick.There’s more give around the area, and if feels more fleshy. My mindimmediately goes back to us making out in here and I wonder what it wouldfeel like for him to do more to… no, with me. What would it feel likewith us going further? Would I let him?I bring my hand up to inspect the clear, but wet toilet paper and seethat it’s only two minutes until six. This mystery is gonna have to stayone for the meantime. I got a hot date to get to. The paper falls andthe toilet flushes, but I’m out the door eager now that I’ve made mydecision.The elevator dings, and like in a romantic movie, Toby is standing justoutside with an expectant grin. My heart skips and my hands begin toshake. I take a second to calm myself from the sudden surge of desireand excitement. There’s still a chance to turn away and walk to my car.It’s not too late to stop this train. I don’t have to be…gay. I take aslow unsteady step, then another. By the time I exit the elevator I findmyself running, running to meet my new boyfriend – my new lover. I’vegiven in unable to hold back my emotions any longer fallen in love withthis man. We meet in an intimate embrace without any care that we’reseen. Let them see, for all I care. Let them see us embrace and kiss.I’ve made my decision, and there’s nothing that is going to come betweenthis man and me.”Are you ready?” he whispers to me between kisses.”Take me home,” I reply while bringing my hand to his crotch proud thatit’s mine for the night. Every inch of me wants to worship this b**st.My hand continues to shake with intensity, and my bottom feels soaked.I’m ready to do this.”I’ll drive, lover,” his voice, while kind of feminine, reverberateswithin my body, and I realize how it affects my body. My penis feelslike steel, and my heart is fluttering into palpitations. Hell, he cantake me here in the parking garage if he wants.Being incredibly aroused is no different than being drunk. Your brain isassaulted by so many hormones and desires, and it can’t stay focused onany task for longer than a moment. It’s funny how he’s being in my mindall day makes me want him elsewhere. The trip to his car and out of thegarage feels surreal. Without being asked, I reach over and rub hiscrotch before I collapse back tingly and absolutely wet between my bottomcheeks.”How are you holding up?” he asks smiling my way. How come I’ve nevernoticed how attractive he is until now?”I don’t know. Nervous, maybe. I’ve never done anything like thisbefore, you know, with a guy. I’m not sure I understand everythingthat’s going on,” I admit. My hands shake as the car pulls out into thebright daylight and I can see what I’ve gotten myself in without the needfor artificial light. “About what happened in the restroom…” I offer totry to open our lines of communication now that we’re alone.”Don’t say anymore. You were magical, and I don’t want to ruin it bymessing it up with words,” he interrupts. I stop and face forwardrelaxing in the comfy, leather seats. “Am I the first guy you’ve beenwith?” I nod my head. “Did you enjoy it?””Yes.””Do you want to do it again?”…”Yes,” I nod.”I need you to do something. Close your eyes and imagine what you thinktonight’s going to be like. Go on!” he pushes while paying attention tothe city traffic ebb and flow around us. I do blocking out the motionsof the car and the sounds of the commotion outside. Pictures of ustogether flash across my mind’s eye. My hand stroking his cock tohardness. Close intimate kisses and our hands exploring each other’sbodies. Looking up from my knees with my hand grasping his hard, rigidpole as I allow it to enter my mouth. My legs wrapped around his hipsfeeling the pressure of him entering me. Our frantic fucking. Thefullness of his presence inside of me. His shaft rubbing across mycheeks as he pumps into me. Toby’s sudden tensing up as he releasesinside of me. “What do you see?””We’re… making love,” I reply lost in the image.”Good. Do you have your legs spread?””Yes,” I groan sliding my hips forward instinctively.”Are you taking my cock inside of you?””Y-yes,” I answer spreading my legs as far as the foot well with allow.”How are you feeling about it?””I want more,” I beg. Strangely my hands don’t stop moving down toscratch this itch at my crotch. No, there’s something more important tofeel. They continue farther down to the juncture between my legs andpress into the wetness that’s been growing since the elevator.”Why are you touching yourself there?””I think I made a mess,” I admit. Even though I’m wet, I still want tofeel something there. Toby chuckles, and I wonder if he thinks this isfunny.”Now, think about making love to your girlfriend,” he says ripping me outof the fantasy like a bucket of cold water. All at once my libidocrashes and I wake up.”What the hell?” I say angry that he would ruin such an intimate moment.”Picture her with her legs spread on your bed. Does that do anything foryou?” his voice is a little harsh. That’s when it hits me. She’s notwhat I want anymore. No, she’s not doing anything for me, sexually asI’ve lost all desire to be see her in that position.I turn to face my lover through the blurriness of my red, glossy eyes andask shakily, “What is happening to me?” He seems to know more aboutwhat’s happening, so he must tell me.Toby stops the car at a red light. His question to me has shaken mysexuality to its core. “You said that you tried ‘dip’ last night withyour girlfriend, right? That hit that you took must have changed yoursexual preferences, because I’d never dream that you’d do that to me inthe restroom. Did she take the same one as you?” I nod my headaffirmative. “Then, you both got the same dose. Leo,” he pauses, “Youlike boys now.””I…I don’t understand. Everything was so right. How did this happen?” Istammer.”The ‘dip’ you took made you this way. It’s designed for a specificchange. She was probably horny out of her mind for the rest of thenight. Were you able to finish with her?” he explains.”No. I left,” I answer plainly.”I bet she was very horny, huh? Was this her idea?” he asks.”Yes, I didn’t want to at first, but she convinced me.””Well then, she converted you to the same team by accident,” he grins. Ilook at him confusedly, “and the pill I gave you made you a first stringcatcher. You’re probably feeling it now.”The rest of the trip to my place was silent as my mind tried toassimilate what he was saying. I thought that we beat any changes thed**g would have caused. Surely a stupid drop of something can’t make megay. Maybe it’s all in my head, but the more I try to picture Cammie ina sexy pose the less I’m interested. On a whim, I look down at Toby’scrotch. My body immediately responds confirming that maybe he’s right.I indeed enjoyed being with him in the restroom, and I don’t regret doingthe things I did. If I have already changed, then what did the pill do?My driveway is only partially visible from the street, so I ask Toby tofit his car into the blind spot. He turns the car off, and I notice thatthe headlights were on. As they turn off, we’re cloaked in darkness asour trip was long enough for the sun to set.”Toby, what did that pill do to me?” I ask wondering how far I’ve gone.”Let me show you,” he whispers in my ear and reaches over to my crotch.I allow him free reign as he pulls the button and zipper open. His handrubs my penis a little, but then moves it out of the way sliding deeperinto my pants until he reaches the flooded area between my legs. I grabhis arm and stiffen my legs embarrassed that he may learn of my problem,but he continues to move until I can feel his slick, warm finger brushacross my anus. “You’re wet,” he says and I grasp his arm tighterembarrassed that he’s discovered my secret. It slides freely back andforth like it’s lubed and my body strangely pushes a little in an effortfor more stimulation. I groan loudly. “I can feel them. Don’t you?””F-f-feel what?” I stutter unable to form words in the midst of hisstimulation.”Your lips,” he whispers.”My wha…” I begin to say as a finger easily slides into me filling mybottom with a sudden bubble of pressure and… pleasure. I yelp andstiffen up in the seat kicking my legs out and pressing my hands onanything solid. Another finger joins it and pulls out. Together theypush in again opening me up causing me to pant. My vision blurs. By thethird time his fingers are creating a rhythm entering my body. My armsand legs relax and open up allowing him more access. I close my eyes anddrift off into a memory of when Jenni let me finger her in the car backin high school. However, I’m now Jenni letting my boyfriend finger me.What a weird turn of events.”Let’s go inside,” he says pulling his hand from me and opening the doorletting a gust of cold air sober me up. My legs are still open andshaking from the intense experience. Frustrated, I try to re-button mypants unsuccessfully and give up. We’re only walking a few feet to thedoor, and I’m just going to lose the pants anyway. The windows havefogged up. The car chirps as we both walk to the door, and I open thedoor. My hands only holding my pants up until I enter the house where Iquickly let go and walk out of them. Toby pushes me along until I walkinto the bedroom. My house feels so dark and quiet. I can hear my ownheartbeat and the flow of blood within my ears. “Take off your clothes,”he commands in a quiet yet firm tone. I hastily pull off my clothes andturn around completely nude. His shirt is off, and for the first time Ican see his tattoos. My nerves are shot from the anxiety coming over, sothe act of disrobing in front of another guy doesn’t phase me as much asI would think it would. He grabs me by the head and pulls me back to thebed. My hands reach down to pull his pants down where they fall offexposing his thin, black bikini underwear filled with my prize. His faceis only an inch away from mine as we tumble onto the soft mattress with asqueak.”Imagine what it’d feel like to make love to another man. Did youimagine it on your back? You’re the one being fucked. Did you feel meinside of you? Is this what you want?” He’s right. Just like my d**gdream, I lean back and spread my legs holding his thick cock in my hands.His breath steams up our close proximity. My hands feel the pulses ofarousal from his manhood as they grip and stroke the hardened phallus.My own rigid cock lies back untouched and forgotten. I align his head tothe space below my manhood and feel the texture of it slide slickly upand down eliciting a deep groan from within. His hands replace minegiving me the freedom to explore where the wetness is coming from. Theyencounter a slimy mucus spreading between my cheeks from a looser, softerhole than I remember having. Sensitive, fleshy folds unfurl as my legsopen creating a trap to guide my lover in. They are noticeable enoughfor me to be able to grip them between my fingers. “I see that you’vediscovered the pill’s gift,” he whispers wryly. “Now, I’m about to dosomething that I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time,” he boasts as Ifeel the spongy head press against my opening. My eyes roll back and Irelax giving in to his insistence feeling the pressure build until I feelmy body accept him. Inch by inch, he slides in without any friction. Mymidsection balloons filled with the prize I’ve been denied since takingthat damned d**g. In an instant what was his flesh is now a part of me.I groan loudly from the sensation. Toby pulls out until just the head isinside, then thrusts in again forcing an a****listic grunt from me. Hedoes it again with a clap from his hips and my ass. My body acclimatesitself quickly, and I’m soon wailing in lust as he bumps into me in astaccato beat. My legs wrap around taking him deeply claiming him asmine.I know it sounds cliché, but if I knew that being fucked felt like this Iwould have gotten a boyfriend as soon as I could date. Maybe it’s thedip talking, but I haven’t felt this happy and free in… well, forever. Ilove how my body is just a sleeve around his cock accepting his thrustsgleefully. It’s pliable and giving caressing and forming to his shape.He doesn’t take too long before his body tenses up. I know what’scoming, and I see it as a benchmark of how far I’ve gone (or come). Itmay have been possible to claim experimentation with what happened in therestroom today. However, I won’t be able to deny what he’s about to doin me and what it will paint me as. I’m about to be claimed by a man,and I did it willingly. Toby’s sudden stiffness precedes a warmsputtering within my body followed by an absolute glassy slicknessinside. I hold him tightly and accept his welcoming gift for joining himas his lover. Our bodies twitch as we hold each other tightly. I’venever allowed a person to come this close, to be a part of me like this.As we huff in the humid air it becomes obvious that I will neverexperience this with my ex-girlfriend or any other girl, nor do I everwant to return to the way things were.We lie on the bed sweaty and out of breath staring up at the ceilingafter he rolls off to my side. My body didn’t want to let go, and Ialready miss the feeling of being so full.”What happened to me, Toby? What was in that pill?” I ask between pants.”I swiped a few of these over the weekend at the Meat Market. I thinkthey act like Serendipity but without the high,” he explains.”Why does my butt feel so strange? I’m so wet now,” I admit.”The pill you took, we took, changes the appearance of the anus to thatof a woman’s vagina. It’s only superficial, so I was told, and onlyaffects the outer parts, but it makes what we did so much better. Trustme when I tell you that butt sex hurts. You’re lucky. You justexperienced what a girl feels like when she gives it up,” his voice isneither comforting nor condescending. Maybe he isn’t good with empathy,but this is a lot to accept in such a short time. A quick spasm from mynew…part is followed by a warm glob of something sliding down the crackof my butt an into the mattress below. I reach down to verify his story,and find that it feels just like when I touch a girl’s parts. Only now Ican experience it from both sides.”Can I…um, get pregnant,” I ask anxious that maybe I’ve made a baddecision.”I don’t think so. If you can, then I’m in big trouble,” his joke isn’tvery funny, but maybe he wasn’t joking.As the night progressed, we made love over and over again. At one pointwe were watching television resting from the marathon, and I caught sightof his penis lying across his lap. It looked so tempting to play withit. His member is was so beautiful and peaceful. We were bothexhausted, but I couldn’t get enough. As the morning came, I once againfell victim to my impatience to worship his cock and began to use mymouth to bring it to attention. Once it was hard enough, I climbed atophis waist and lowered myself onto his pole relishing in the fullness andhigh that comes from being penetrated. It was glorious being filledfirst thing in the morning. I chuckled a little thinking that this maybe the earliest he’s ever been up. He slowly awakes to me learning towork my muscles to pull at him and opening up to press him deeper. It isthe perfect way to cap off a magical night of pure, lustful sex and ourburgeoning love affair.Chapter 4″What the fuck, Leo!” my girlfriend’s voice screeches through us. She’sstanding at the door red-faced and shaking in anger. I begin to turn toface her but forget that I’m connected pretty intimately with the boybelow me. A wooden box from the entry way pedestal flies by my head by amisjudged throw of anger followed by the slamming of the front door. Isit, impaled and shocked. Did I really want her to find out?”Don’t worry, lover. You weren’t into her anymore anyway,” Toby slurssleepily. “Remember that she’s the one who convinced you to ‘dip’.” Themood is lost. My heart is in tatters, and I’m still processing therepercussions of this.”I think it’s time to go,” I say dryly still processing the event.”Give me a few minutes to shower, and I’ll be ready,” he mumbles. Boy,he shrugged off my girlfriend’s, or probably ex- girlfriend’s tirade likewater off of a duck’s back. Has he been in this scenario before?We both did a good job of pretending that last night was a privateaffair, and didn’t act any differently as we usually do. Only this timeToby was describing our sexual escapades in detail instead. He made meout to be some sex-crazed person. That can’t be true. At least, I don’tthink it is. Although, my eye do seem to want to scan guy’s crotcheswhen they walk by. They just seem so much more attractive today thanbefore. On a whim, I even scoped out some guy from accounting at theurinals. He was small, but I still would have led him into the stall ifhe asked.Oh, crap. It’s not just Toby. I’m… attracted to boys in general.We opt not to share a ride as I need to talk with Cammie. As I enter mydriveway I see her car. When we started getting serious I made themistake of giving her my key. At the time it was genuine, but now it’sregrettable. Entering the door, the smell of herbed chicken engulfs mysenses letting me know that she’s cooking dinner. But, why is shecooking dinner? She saw me fucking a guy this morning, and now she wantsto treat me to a cooked dinner? I look around leery of anything amiss asI round the corner to see her in her apron in front of the stove.”Welcome home, honey,” she calls out in a sing-song voice.”Um, Cammie? What’s going on?” I ask suspiciously.”Sit down at the table. Dinner is almost done. Oh, can you be a dearand get the silverware. Thanks!” she continues. Perplexed, I wash myhands in the bathroom, grab the silverware and sit down in my seat.Bowls of green beans and corn are already presented in the middle, and mybeer is already opened and still cold. The room smells intoxicating asshe only does this every so often. I could really appreciate living witha person who likes to cook. I wonder if Toby does. In a moment, Cammiewalks in holding two plates with the chicken and serves me before sittingherself. She seems much more proper than I’m used to, but it’s not outof character. She’s from a richer family, so her social skills are veryacute. She’s had thirty years to hone those skills for her futurehusband.”Cammy, this is wonderful, but we need to talk about what happened,” Iinsist before she takes her first bite. Her hand stops just inches fromher mouth and lowers back to the plate. Cammy slowly looks up with a mixbetween anger and vitriol, but suddenly, as if a wave washes it away shesmiles and returns the fork to her mouth. “That d**g we took hasaffected me, and we need to discuss it.””Your dinner is getting cold,” she says with a saccharine laced smile,”let’s just finish before we talk anymore, hm?” Her head tilts almostsarcastically. I can see that she’s built up a wall, and there’s no usein trying to break it down. Dejectedly, I begin eating my dinner. If atany time I need a beer, it’s now. Its cold surface is a welcome friendin this unfriendly dining room and is emptied before even half of thechicken is eaten. We continue to eat dinner silently as my mind runscircles around itself trying to put matters in order.”So, you’re gay now, is it?” her question shatters the silence. Shelooks at me from across the table expectantly.”Um, maybe… I don’t know,” I lie. “That d**g you gave me made me dothings I normally wouldn’t do, and… I liked it. Tell me, did you feelanything new or weird yesterday?””I went shopping,” she answers enthusiastically. “I went shopping forwho I thought was my boyfriend. Hm, not anymore. I was going to buy hima nice, sexy pair of boxers so I can stroke him while we watch tv.” Hervoice is dripping with sexuality and sarcasm mixed with a touch ofmalice. “So, I went to that sexy underwear store in the mall and boughtyou this,” her hands reach under the table to pull out a skimpy, thinstringed, red thong panty. “I figured it’s more your style now.”Her comments are as sharp as razors. She knows where to hit me and whereit hurts. “That’s not how it happens. I don’t want to wear panties,” Iexplain logically. “That d**g you gave us made me change, and if itchanged me then it changed you, too. I think that d**g affected oursexuality, and we need to talk about it like adults.””Hey cutie pie, how about you take those pants off and let’s try thesepanties on. You can wear them while we finish eating if you want,”Cammie’s voice is s**thing.”I don’t want to wear any damn panties!” I yell and slam my fork on thetable. “Stop being a bitch and let’s talk.” She immediately burst intolaughter.”Bitch? I’m not the bitch darling. I’m not the one running around witha new boyfriend. Why don’t you listen to me? Put these panties on, andyou can make him hard all day while you share that office, or will thatturn him off? I tell you what. Let me help you,” she spits standing upand walking over to me. I’ve never seen her so forceful or aggressive.”Now take off those pants so you can try on my panties.” My body doesn’tfight her off. Instead, it stands and accepts her unbuttoning of mypants. Why can’t I stop her? “Good girl, or boy…whatever. It lookslike your body knows what it wants even if you haven’t figured it out,yet.” Without hesitation, my body stands up and removes both pants andunderwear. I now stand at the dinner table bottomless with my cockcompletely flaccid. “Oh, well. It looks like you may not fit in thesejust yet. Here, I know what to do,” she sings excitedly while grabbing afew ice cubes from a glass of water on the table and puts them in hermouth. Cammy starts to stay something, but it only comes out asgibberish. She realizes it and begins giggling.Her hand pushes me back into the chair and she lowers to her kneeskeeping the ice in her mouth. Grabbing my flaccid cock, her mouthdescends on it shocking me with its frigid kiss. I jump in the chair,but she holds me down coaxing me to stay. The ice shocks my member asher hands begin to stroke me to get me hard. Unfortunately, the chill iscounterproductive, and I’m not getting very hard. In fact, I feel likemy penis is shriveling to escape the cold as it does when the temperaturedips. She’s mumbling something incomprehensible as he tries with all hermight to stroke me. The chill has reached my core, and the musclesaround my hips and abdomen begin to shiver. I can feel the hard iceswirl around my poor, shrunken cock as she pulls and sucks with her lips.Oddly, the sensation of her manipulations seem to be stronger, but theice is starting to numb them. I spread my legs in frustration exposingmy new orifice below her manipulations, but she doesn’t seem interested.Inside, I beg her to put something in me to equal out this torture.”There, that looks like it should do it,” she says enthusiastically nowthat the ice has melted. “I think you should be able to fit into yourpanties now.” Her mouth lifts off my unfeeling penis to expose what isnow an abbreviated nub to the air. “You can’t have that ruining yourpanty line, now can you. Now, lift up so you can put these on.” My bodyrises up uncontrollably while I morn my former cock. In its place is aninterloper, a fraud. It’s too small to be anything other than covered.It doesn’t even reach the midpoint of my scrotum which is also shriveledinto what looks like an apricot. Her hands lift the panties up to mywaist where they fit snugly, and more importantly, flatly against me.”Oh, my god. We can share swimsuits now,” she calls out excitedly.”But I don’t want to wear a girl’s swimsuit!” I bark suddenly realizingthat Cammi is still on the other side of the table eating her dinnersolemnly. She looks up annoyed at my outburst. She sighs and continueseating her dinner.She’s hurt… .”Can we please not talk about that? It’s hard enough walking in on youand your… Is he your boyfriend? How long have you been doing this behindmy back?” her temper is nothing like the sarcastic edge she hadpreviously. In fact, she was just here not a second ago.I’ve been d**gged again.Chapter 5″Wait a second, did you d**g me again?” I accuse loudly incensed that shewould do such a thing after all the events over the last two days.”Where is it?”She finishes eating her bite, “In your beer, you dork.””Don’t you know what that stuff does? Why would you do such a thing?” Iscream.”Yes, I do…now,” she admits, “I figured that if you were gonna cheat onme, then at least I don’t have to worry about anything more than oral.After all, who would spend any time with a boy with such a small dick.”Cammie’s face is turning red, and she places her fork onto the table.”Maybe it’ll give you an opportunity to lean some oral skills, for onceand learn how to please a girl.””What do you mean, ‘now’?” My voice is on automatic ‘loud’. She’s neverreally felt my full temper directed at her, so I’ve always been hesitantto really lay into her in the past. However, this was too much. She’sgone too far. She’s d**gged me without my permission, and now she’sinsulting my bedside manner.”Look, I didn’t know what it would do that night, okay?” her voice almostbreaks with emotion. “I asked my friends to find me something to turn meon. It was an innocent attempt at trying an aphrodisiac, and it blew upin my face. Is that what you want to hear?” It was, but now it’s toolate. The events over the last two days have completely turned my worldupside down, and I don’t think that she’d be able to fix it with just anapology. Yea, I know that a cheated on her with Toby, but it wouldn’thave happened if she was honest and forthcoming in the beginning. Sheknows that those friends of hers are no good and totally untrustworthy,and now I’m scarred for the rest of my life. There’s no telling what’sgoing to happen to me now.”So, have you felt any changes?” I ask sincerely in a lowered voice.”Not really. It didn’t make me a gay, at least,” her barb stings again.”We took the same d**g, Cammie. I’m feeling the same things that youare. Tell me with a straight face that you haven’t been horny since youtook the pill,” my voice is starting to rise again.”Yea I have been, and I took care of it. Alone. With my toy, becauseyou walked off. So, yea, I’ve been diddling myself a little, but Ididn’t go find the closest boy to fuck like you did,” her voice alsorises to a yell by the end of her accusation.”That damn ‘dip’ made me gay, alright! I get it, you’re angry that Imessed around, but it’s your fault. Your d**g made me a total cock slutaround guys. I can’t look a guy in the eyes anymore, because all I keepthinking about is how I’m gonna try to talk him out of his pants. Youshould know how I feel, because you took the same one. How do I knowthat you haven’t done the same?” I’m out of breath after that. Her faceturns redder, and she looks away. We both know the answer. “So, whatare we gonna do now, Cammie?” I propose looking for the next step.She stops before saying something, and takes a deep breath. “I do knowhow you feel, and yes, I’ve been struggling with my urges. Once I foundout what happened and they told me what the d**g did, I vowed to make itright,” her voice is softer as if she is speaking inwardly instead of tome. She walks over to her purse sitting on the table by the door andpulls out a plastic bag. The distinct sound of glass clanking aroundclues me in on its contents before she places them, one-by-one, onto thetable next to my half-eaten plate. Each one is labeled with a strip ofmasking tape and a marker-written number. She places all of them ontothe table then rearranges them so that their numbers are consecutive.”There is no cure for what you’re feeling. Trust me when I say that I’veexhausted all of my connections to find one. However, you can take theseto make it better. I’ve already numbered them so you don’t have to guessthe order. Leo, I know that our relationship is over. I knew that whenmy friends told me what the ‘dip’ did. I’m giving these to you so thatyou can have a choice whether you want to be a victim of our failedrelationship or not. Consider the one I just gave you a booster shot tohelp you get started. We both know that you’d probably just hem and haw,right? (Sigh) I guess you figured out that this is our goodbye dinner,”she says solemnly and pecks me on the cheek. “For what it is worth, Istill think that we can be friends. Of course when you have made yourchoice you can come back to me. Goodbye, Leo.” She steps back as a tearrolls down her cheek and turns around to grab her bag, open the door, andwalk out. I don’t bother watching her go. It’s too much right now.I collapse into the dining room chair and stare at the prepared dinner.I know that I have different urges now, but it’s still hard to letsomeone like her go. Truth be told, she would have been the one that Iwould have married, and I let her walk away because I’m weak and couldn’ttell her no.As I mull over the course of tonight’s events a growing ache is making myhips feel stiff. Thinking that I just need to stretch some muscles Ibend over and wiggle my hips back and forth to see if the ache willalleviate. My pants are feeling tighter around my hips and butt as ifthey are a size too small. That’s weird. I don’t think that I ate thatmuch. Looking down, sure enough, a lip of pudge is bulging out from ontop of the pants. They start to dig in, so I stand up and take them offand kick them across the room in frustration. Along where the waistbandwas is now an indented pattern of red skin circling my waist. Great, nowI’m getting fat. Is that what the d**g was designed to do? On the plusside, my belly is getting smaller, but it’s all going to my hips and ass.If I don’t take them off, my underwear may soon be too tight to take offwithout tools. However, something stops me as I inspect the front of mytighty-whities. There’s hardly any bulge in the front. It as if…the’dip’ dream is coming true. I reach to pull my underwear down. Theystretch as they catch on my hips, but once over them they slide offeasily. Between my legs is a furry mound with a small fleshy bulletpoking out of the hair. It’s small enough to only rival my pinky ingirth. In fact, if I didn’t know what to look for it’d be lost in thepubic hair. Panicked, I run to the full size mirrors in the bathroom.Each step now sends my butt jiggling back and forth. I remember thefeeling after working out my glutes in gym, and it’s awfully similar.There, I see myself with a girl’s midsection. From just below my chestto my knees the only thing that would signal any manliness is theshriveled pouch hiding beneath the tuft of dark pubic hair. I turnaround to see that my hips and rear have grown rounder, but my waist hasshrunk. Oh, shit. I COULD wear a pair of panties.Chapter 6Just look at this butt, though. It’s so round and soft. Is that a…?Holy crap, I have a gap between my thighs if it weren’t for my balls.There’s no hiding that I’m a serendipity user, now.This is terrible. That bitch changed me again. AGAIN! What am I gonnado now? At least if I had my manhood back, I could still pass as a man.Alright, let’s calm down and try to process this. My girlfriend left methese, let me count them… six shots to take to somehow fix my situation.Well, it doesn’t take a genius to see that she’s trying to turn me into agirl. The question is, however, do I trust her? No, not yet. I need tothink things through. After all, that’s why I’m in this pickle in thefirst place.First, my apparently fine ass needs to pick this dinner up. Man, it’ssuch a shame to waste such a good meal. Oh, it doesn’t have to go towaste. I pick up my phone and call Toby.”Hello?” he says in his effeminate way.”This is Leo. Come to my place asap,” I demand without pleasantries.”Shit, I fuck you once and now I’m a booty call?” he teases.”Just… just come over. Um, I have dinner if you want,” I say to enticehim to come. I know that I’m probably not thinking straight (no punintended), but I feel that he’s the only one who can help me now. He’sthe only one who knows about the shots, and I’m not prepared to share allof this with my other friends. They’ll have to wait.”Alright, if you want,” he sighs dramatically trying to make me feelguilty. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still reeling from Cammie leaving, sothis is not a booty call. Seriously, this is NOT a booty call.He arrives within the hour, and I’ve put the food into the microwave tokeep it warm. Not to sound sissy, but I really don’t want to be alonetonight. I hope this dinner will be enough to convince him to stay. Hisknock on the door comforts me as I can now confirm that I won’t have todeal with this alone.”Someone wanted a booty call?” he asks through the door. He doesn’t knowwhat has happened, so I give him a pass.”Come in, Toby,” I say while fluffing up the sides on the stove.”That’s smells like good cookin’,” he announces walking through the door.I turn around proudly and am instantly reminded that I’m still under theeffects of the ‘dip’. His presence comforts me and sets my libido intooverdrive. As much in turmoil as I am mentally, my body wants to bendover and let him have his way with me. Geez, I’ve only been single foran hour or so and I already want to jump the first cock that walksthrough the door.”Thanks, but I can’t take credit. It’s Cammie’s cooking,” I admit. Ittakes him a second to put two-and-two together to realize what hashappened.”So, you’re just gonna give it to me?” he asks surprised.”Why not? There’s no way that I can finish it all alone. Plus, I needyour help with something,” he stands in front of me grinning like aCheshire cat. “Cammie told me about the d**g. I guess she didn’t knowwhat it would do that first time. She knows about me… and us.””Of course she does, silly. She caught you straddling me in bed,remember?” he says matter-of-factly. “So, what do you plan to do now?Is she okay with it?””No, she’s not. She’s pissed at finding us together,” my voice isstarting to waver as I speak these realities into existence. “And shedid something else,””What else?” he asks putting his hand on my shoulder. I steel myself forwhat I’m about to do, because there’s no way that I can describe whathappened.”She gave me another hit of ‘dip’, and I changed again,” I say blurry-eyed.”Changed? How?” he asks. Toby has already seen me naked before, so I’mconfident that I’m not going to feel too embarrassed about showing him.”Like this,” I say as I pull my pants and underwear down and stepping outof them in my kitchen, nude from the waist down.”Oh, look at that,” he exclaims both surprised and intrigued at mychanges. His eyes almost bulge out. A voice inside my head feelssatisfied that with him being gay my new body won’t trigger his libido,but then I think about how chubby I feel just standing there with noclothes on. He stares for a few awkward moments.”Stop looking at me and say something,” I demand.”You’re hot,” he says matter-of-factly.”What?” I cry out not comprehending his reaction.”You’re hot. You have an ass that will stop traffic,” he continues.”Are you telling me that you’re upset about it? Is this what you wantedme to see?””Yea. It is. My ex gave me another shot, and now I have this body. Ineed some help here! How about some reassurance or advice?” my voice isstarting to crack with emotion.”…but you’re hot. Are you telling me that you’re upset that yourgirlfriend, I’m sorry, ex-girlfriend gave you a hot ass, because that’swhat it sounds like,” how could he be so blasé about my changed body. Ididn’t ask for this!”She snuck another shot in my beer. It’s wrong to do that to someone,Toby. Why are you not supporting me?” my eyes water up enough to rundown a cheek.”Because you’ve been given a gift that I’ve wanted ever since I waslittle. Look at you! You act like it’s a problem because you like boysand have the means to attract them. Well guess what Sherlock, there’speople out there who would kill to have an ass like that, and you’re justmoping around crying about it,” his voice is strong enough to shake me alittle. I never thought that someone would want this willingly.”If you want a female body so badly, then why don’t you just get a ‘dip’to make you one?” it seems logical to me, but I have a feeling that I mayhave stepped on his feelings in my own tantrum.”Because I can’t. I… I can’t. I promised my family that I wouldn’t doanything to change my appearance. I’m one of the lucky ones who hasunderstanding parents, but they were adamant that I don’t changeregardless of who I love,” his admission grounds me, and sobers my anger.”Then, why did you give yourself your…” I attempt to ask.”My vagina ass? They don’t know about it, and it’s something that I canhave that won’t change my relationship with them. I’ve done otherthings, but none of them affect my outward appearance,” he interrupts.”Tell me, and be honest. What else is out there? What did I get myselfinto?” I need to know the limits of this d**g.”Honestly? I’m not sure. It seems to get more extreme every year.First, the d**g would just loosen people up, but the manufacturersrealized that they can do more. You’re a witness to its effects on aperson’s desires and priorities. Some people change their bodies, yes,but not a lot go beyond the normal appearance tweaks. It’s too much forsome, so the majority of the extreme changes are kept small, hidden. Youknow, we all have to get a paycheck, right? I once met a guy with aprehensile dick. (chuckle) It was adorable wiggling around like a worm,and, no, I didn’t do anything with him. I guess a lot of women use itget bigger boobs or to lose weight. Guys like to make themselves bigger.That’s why all of the gym and diet commercials are gone and ‘serendipity’treatments replaced them. They don’t say that’s what it is, but it’s thesame stuff they use in the clubs,” he explains.”I promised myself that I wouldn’t be one of those people. Iactually thought that I was above it all,” I say emotionally. “Toby,what should I do? Cammie wants me to take these ‘dips’, but I don’t knowwhat they are going to do. I’m too scared to do it, but I don’t want tostay like this.””It looks like she’s going to make you a girl by the looks of things,”his analysis is spot-on.”Yea, I think she is. What do you think?” I ask looking into his eyes.I’m feeling so vulnerable right now and need someone to lean on. Heseems to have my best interests at heart. We’ve been friends for awhile, but it’s only been since our bathroom excursion that ourrelationship has been more than cordial. Am I coming on too strong? AmI asking too much from our new relationship to put this into his lap?”Well, she did a number on you taking away your manhood like that. Ifthat didn’t happen, then I’d say to just enjoy your life with new peopleand move on, but it’s not that easy is it?” he surmises.”Could I just take another ‘dip’ and grow it back?” I ask hopefully.”I wouldn’t chance it right now. Once the chemical changes you, itchanges you on a DNA level. If you go back and forth, then you’re liableto screw up more than just your junk. Have you not seen those people wholook like they’ve melted?” Toby’s depth of knowledge about the d**g isimpressive and highlights just how innocent I am.”Then what should I do?” I ask with his hand on my shoulder staring atthe damned line of vials.”Take a break from it. Take some time to gather yourself. Look, let’senjoy this meal and I’ll spend the night. How about that?” his eyespenetrate my anger and soothe it. Yea, that sounds like a good idea. Wecan just enjoy a dinner and converse so I can line up my thoughts.”Okay,” I say and embrace him in a hug. It’s not romantic or sexual,however my body is telling me to. It’s a non-spoken ‘thank you’. Hisarms enclose around me and I’m completely surrounded by his presence.It’s comforting.He takes his place in what was Cammie’s chair. Even though the food wascold by the time we got to it, I could still enjoy the skill Cammie hasin the kitchen. As much as I miss having her around, I think I’mbeginning to really enjoy Toby’s instead. He’s cute and funny eventhough I don’t get most of his jokes. Yea, he acts like a college clubk**, but it’s fun to regress back to those days and enjoy the frivolity.I get that I’m physically attracted to him, but I’m also starting todevelop feelings for him. He’s been an excellent guide through manisa escort thisfirst part of my ordeal. Maybe he’ll want to be my companion for therest? That sounds nice. It would be nice to have someone to lean on ifthis gets too hard.We have all night now that I don’t have to worry about keeping anythingfrom Cammie, and my body is screaming for some action. Our conversationsrun the gamut of office gossip to favorite movies. He seems wellgrounded even though his social life is a dramatic soap opera. We’reconnecting more now than we ever would have at work.As we finish the meal, I stand up and walk over to him really feeling howthese new hips move. They’re so sensuous and smooth. “Toby, about thatbooty call,” I whisper allowing my body’s automatic arousal to climbundeterred. A drop of my wetness falls a little and attaches to theinside of my thigh. My petty cock feels has hard as a rock, but only thepink head is visible outside of my hair. Tonight is the first time thatI’ve given fully into my lustful desires without any inhibitions or fearof getting caught. No, as I lead my lover to my bed I fully feel like anew person. As such, I’ve made my decision about who’s team I play fornow – his.We are more than just two guys fooling around tonight. I spread my legsopening my humid pussy to his rigid cock not as an act of curiosity ormanipulation. We are lovers now, and we are making music only those whorelease themselves to each other can. For the first time in my life Ifeel like an instrument being played by Toby unlike any previous sexualexperiences with girls where I’m just a tool or a means to an end. We’reconnecting inside of me. I am taking a man and bending and squeezingaround him feeling him move and pulse allowing his body to speak to minethrough new, unspoken channels. His cock is the center of my being as webecome a single being writhing in passion. I can feel his heartbeatinside of mine.Toby leans into his thrusts as they slap against my bottom grunting as Ifeel my body accept his manhood. Each push churns my arousal awakening afeeling that surprises me. It’s a heat that normally accompanies my ownbuild-up, but it’s not from the button poking out of my groin. No, it’sa heat that is building up from inside of my hips. My pelvis rocks upand down intentionally stimulating as much contact between usu*********sly churning its way to a climax. Each slap, each pump withinme forces my body to edge closer. I’m not in control anymore. There’sno way for me to slow it down as I limply lie underneath my lover’svigorous exertion. It’s Toby’s gift to me. He’s going to bring methere. I lay my head back, relax and enjoy the white hot buzzing ofelectricity and the warmth wash over me riding it out adrift in theeuphoria. I know my legs are kicking and I’m bucking underneath hisgrip, but I can’t control it nor do I want to. This is heaven, and Idon’t ever want to go back.We continued our love-making session well into the night. At one pointhe was behind me in the bathroom, and I could see myself in the mirror.He’s right. My ass does look fantastic. It makes an upside down heartswelling from my thin waist. I was tempted to just watch it for a while.If I could ignore the face and the hairy legs… and the testicles hangingbetween them, I swear I was watching a porno.At last, at a time that I swear was early morning, we stop to take a nap.We do have to go to work tomorrow, I mean today.Opening my eyes, I see that I’m alone again. I grumble as my whole bodyis sore and tender, but I have to get ready for work. My body, stillstiff and achy, stumbles into the bathroom to start the shower. My stepsare intentional with a bowl-legged stride as my ass feels bruised andvery, very loose. Inspecting the damage, I look into the mirror and liftup my scrotum. There, between my firm, feminine legs are two labiahanging downward loosely. I reach down to touch them but jerk backrealizing how sore I am there. Is this how girls feel after a night ofsex? Did any of my girlfriends ever feel like this? The steam from theshower reminds me that I need to get moving.My closet is full of men’s clothes… as it should be. However, it’s notwhat I need at the moment. I need a pair of pants to hide my newdimensions. What will everyone say when I show up with a porn star’sass? Hm, do porn stars hurt this much after sex? Ultimately, I choose atighter pair of pants and opt to leave my shirt tucked out. It really isa shame to have to hide this ass, though. My underwear is anotherproblem. None of them fit over my hips and butt. However, Cammie onceleft a pair of hers, albeit a thong, one night and forgot it. I’m notproud of myself for this keepsake, but today it may be a genius move.With a little tuck of my two boys it fits over my form better than any ofmy other underwear, so it’ll have to do today. Let’s just hope that noone finds out.On a whim, I grab the first bottle while leaving and place it in my bag.There’s no telling what I was thinking about, but it just seemed like itwould help take the edge off if I could hold the offending object.Toby is already in the cubicle as I arrive. “You’re here early, what’sthe occasion?” I tease.”What are you talking about? It’s almost nine. I should be asking youthe same thing,” he replies. I look down at my watch and realize that Inow understand why he’s always late. “So, what are you gonna do withyourself?””First,” I say bending down to kiss him on the lips, “I’m going to showmy appreciation for last night. Then, I’m going to try to focus on mywork today. Do what you can, but there’s no way that you can keep mefrom getting my work done.””Is that hot ass of your sore?” he asks and tilts his head waiting for ananswer.”Yes, very,” I answer grimacing as I bend over to sit down in the chair.”Good, then I wonder if you really can get knocked up with that pussy ofyours. Hm, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see in a few months,right?” he asks trying to prove me wrong. I scoff, but inside I askmyself whether I would mind bearing his c***d. It’s not as distressingas I thought it would be.”Nice try, asshole. Now go complete a file or something. Be useful foronce,” I direct playfully.”Just remember that you’re walking that way because you couldn’t getenough of my dick last night, boyfriend,” he teases. Wait a second. Hejust called me ‘boyfriend’. I spin around in my seat.”Am I?” I ask.”Are you what?” he replies.”Your boyfriend? Do you consider us more than just coworkers andfriends?” I demand.”Well, you do put out. I’ll have to think about this one, slut,” hishumor is sometimes too much.”Be serious,” I chide. “Am I your boyfriend or not?” my voice is a bitlouder than I would have liked.”Chill out, dude. Don’t make a scene. You’re gonna get us both fired ifyou don’t keep your voice down,” he scolds. “I’ve never made a big dealabout my sexuality, and I don’t plan to start now. How do you think I’veheld onto this job for so long? It’s not because of my work ethic orproductivity. I’m here because they can use my as a statistic and nothave a fairy floating around the place. Now, please calm down.” I lookat him with a cold stare. He sees it and capitulates. “Yes, I doconsider you more than a friend, but now is not the time to discuss thosethings.” I smile broadly and spin back around. Hm, I have a boyfriend.Chapter 7This is all so new. In just the last day or so I’ve lost a girlfriendand gained a boyfriend… and an ass that can stop traffic… and a pussy forthat ass. Geez, that’s a loaded sentence if there ever was one. I wishI could say that everything is falling into place and I could focus on mywork, but alas I can’t keep my head about me. Every guy walking by seemsto attract my eye, and the one behind me is making me wet and gooey.It’s not as silly as it sounds. Being gooey really does feeluncomfortable and I’m sure our cubicle stinks of female arousal. I hadto go clean myself a couple of times already. My body can’t send theright amount of blood to my brain being I’m so turned on.After, once again, wetting my ex-girlfriend’s panties I stand up to go tothe restroom again. The bottle of ‘dip’ grabs my attention, so I pick itup and fidget with it as I make my way through the sterile maze of greenand blue cubicle offices. As I round the corner I come face-to-face withthe floor manager. He’s an atrocious man never missing an opportunity topromote himself on our work. No one here likes him, but he somehow hasthe ear of the regional manager on the floor above us. Harold’sappearance matches his oily personality with an overly ambitious businesssuit that he must have spent a month’s wages for but a neglected haircutthat shows his low-rent nature. The girls here all swear that he triesto look down their blouses, and a few have been fired for reporting hissexual innuendoes. I avoid him at all costs opting to let Toby carry mywater if needed due to his reluctance to insult a protected class.”Leo,” his voice is like nails on a chalkboard, “Just the guy I waslooking for. Could you meet me in my office in a ‘min’?” He means aminute but is trying too hard to be hip. There’s no telling what hewants, so I smile a fake smile and agree. So, instead of getting myselfclean I now have to deal with this creep. Sigh. My fidgeting is obviousas I enter his office before he does. The vial of clean liquid rollseasily between my fingers taking the brunt of my nervous energy.He strolls into the office and closes the door behind him with a clickthat says that it’s locked. “Good, you’re here! There were some mattersthat I need to discuss with you. Your accounts are unusually slow thisweek. This isn’t acceptable here on my floor.””I apologize, sir,” I reply hoping to end this conversation quickly, “Itshouldn’t happen anymore.” I then add a little bit to remind him of myrecord of happy clients. “I have one of the highest satisfaction rateson the floor, and I strive to be…””Don’t give me that crap, Leo. You’ve changed since last week, yourreports are third-rate, and did I see you kiss your partner this morningafter you were late? What kind of shenanigans are you up to?” Eventhough his tone is pissing me off it’s hard not to giggle a little at theword ‘shenanigans’, and how in the hell did he see me kiss Toby thismorning? “You know what I think? I think that fag finally got to youand made you gay as well.”That comment stings. My anger at his tone is making my hands shake.”You have no business talking about him like that, and you sure as helldon’t have any business talking to me like that,” I bark. “Do yourealize I can go over your head with those comments?” I know that itwon’t go anywhere, but I can’t allow him to berate me like that.”Is that a threat?” he sneers. “Tell me,” he motions to my hands toyingwith the vial, “Did you bring a d**g into work today? You know how thecompany frowns on its employees using such dangerous substances.” Istand silently contemplating my future as an employee. I know thatothers have been fired for less, and this bastard seems to take joy inhumiliating us workers. “Give it to me, Leo.” His hand jerks mydirection open and expecting like a school teacher scolding a c***d.Seeing no way out of this I hand over the vial. He lifts it up the lightinspecting the contents inside. “What does the ‘one’ stand for?””I’m not sure. I haven’t used it and was thinking of pouring it down thedrain,” I reply hoping that he’ll see no value in it.”Bullshit. It’s that ‘serendipity’ stuff, isn’t it?” he snaps back.”I honestly don’t know. I was only fidgeting with it. You have noevidence that I’ve taken it. See? The vial’s full,” I explain onlysemi-confidently.”Okay, then. Take it. You say that you don’t know what it’ll do, so itshouldn’t be an issue for you to take it now,” he replies not taking hiseyes off of the vial in the light.”That’s preposterous! I just told you that I have no idea what it’ll do.You can’t make me do that,” my voice is loud enough to be heard outsidesurely.”You wanna know what I think? I think you’re full of it. You were onyour way to the restroom, I surmise. We’ve been having reports of weirdhappenings in there lately. Maybe you are the one making thosehappenings, huh?” his voice is haughty and arrogant. “Either way, youmight was well pack your desk.””You’re gonna fire me for going to the restroom?!” I bark.”No, I’m going to fire you for poor workmanship and bringing a d**g intothe office space,” he flatly replies as he finally brings the vial downand looks at me with a grin. “Now, for the sake of your job, take thedamn shot.” Is he really giving me an ultimatum? He holds the vialoutwardly as if presenting it to me. My hands shake, not only from theanger but from the intensity of his threat, as I pick it up. “You cansit in the chair if you’d like. I have all afternoon.”I open the top and hold it up to my mouth. Strangely, there’s no odor.You’d think that a powerful d**g that has the power to completely changea person would be more, um present. Whoever made this probably had theintention of slipping into a drink. So, here I am about to take thesecond shot not in the safety of my home but in my boss’s office underthreat of termination. I stare at him as I bring it to my lips and downit. Again, there’s no taste. Maybe it was a trick that she was playing.As I place the vial on the desk my head suddenly gets woozy and I stumbleto the chair. My body feels light and puffy, and the room begins tospin. Delirious, I fall into the chair forgetting the office and thejerk boss.Above me, in a shower of glittering sprinkles, descends an odd sight fromwhat could only come from the imagination of a booby-obsessed teenager.A short, plump girl, no more than a foot or two tall, flutters ondragonfly-like wings wearing only a green loincloth and holding a wandwith two globes at the top instead of the usual star. Shoved prominentlyin front of her are two overly-large, bouncing breasts covered in goldenglitter loosely swaying to and fro as her body hovers about. They bobbleas if the laws of gravity applies differently for them.”What the hell?” I slur to no one.”Nope! Not hell, you nitwit! I hail from the magical land of Puberty.It’s a beautiful queendom where everything grows and changes with theseasons, and I have a special present for you, our new member,” sheannounces cheerfully. I continue to stare at her, mouth agape,disbelieving my eyes. “Now, don’t look so surprised missy. You knew itwas time for me to visit. Just like all the other girls before you, youare going to receive a very special prize for growing up so pretty and…and… well, you’re not really a very pretty girl, are you?” She’s been soinvolved in her grand announcement that she didn’t stop to look at whoshe’s talking to. Now that she has, she seems as confused as me.”That’s odd. You don’t look like a little girl. Gimme a second toverify something,” her high-pitched voice ends with a ring in my earsafter each sentence. She looks down at a scroll, and then looks at me asif confirming the order. “Well, it looks like you’re on the list. Forthe life of me I’m a little perplexed as to why. Tell me, are you agirl?””Um, no,” I answer.”Oh, well it says here that you have a boyfriend. Is this true?” sheinquires officially.”Uh, yea. I guess I do have a boyfriend,” my voice continues to slur inthe delirium.”Humph, a boyfriend does need something to play with. You can’t get aboy’s attention with just a personality these days, amirite?” shechuckles. “Um, you smell like a girl. In fact, it’s pretty strong downthere,” she points to my crotch.”Oh, that’s my pussy. I’m really wet right now. I was interrupted by myboss on my way to clean myself,” I logically explain surprised that Iopened so much to her.”Oh really?” she mumbles drifting down to my lap and taking a big,comical sniff. “Well, I’ll be. I guess you are a girl after all,” sheconfirms and begins to dig through her satchel d****d around hershoulder. “Are you sure that you weren’t expecting me? A girl your sizemust have been quite patient by now, or did you just give up?””I’m so confused right now,” I admit openly.”Oh silly. I’m the boob fairy, and I’m here to give you your boobies.Now, you look to be a good handful…not too much I suspect. Just holdstill. This may tickle right now, but it’ll feel really good when theyget delivered,” she commands as she flutters up from my crotch sprinklinggold fairy dust all over my seated body. She makes a couple of weirdsounds under her breath and points the oddly-shaped wand to my rightnipple. A quick shock sparks the air between it and me but quickly endsin a deep, dull sensation. She then does the same for my other nippleand hovers over me satisfied. “Now,” she says while arm-deep into hersatchel, “you’re probably going to be this size.” Her hands bring up apink, lacy bra and lets it float over me suspended by more gold dust. Itslowly descends until it lays atop my chest over my shirt. The cupsremain empty as they form two round hills. “Yea, that’s the right size.Well then, young lady. Today’s your day! You are now our newest memberin the boobie club as commanded by the head Queen Flow of the gorgeousLand of Puberty. They may take some time to settle in, but I bet yourboyfriend will be motorboating them before you know it.””Wha?” I mumble.”And by the way, you really need to take better care of your delicateflower down there. A clean beaver gets the most wood, okay? Bye!” sheshouts as she is enveloped in a cloud of golden dust that disappears asit falls over me along with the floating bra.”What the hell?” I repeat still trying to grasp such a weird vision.”Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” my manager’s greasy voice beingsme back to reality. He’s sitting on the corner of his desk looking downat me with a wide grin from an elevated angle making him seem bigger thanI remember. “You wanna be a girl, huh? Well, I think we’re gonna have alot of time to work together in the near future now.”Chapter 8It was a hallucination from the ‘dip’. Oh, crap Herald saw it all.”You’re gonna be my personal little project from now on, Leo. You justturn yourself into a girl, and I’ll have you screaming my name in notime,” his scratchy voice spews venom from the threat. I jump up butstumble as my body is still reeling from the high.”No! You stay away from me, you bastard,” I scream using the officefurniture to stabilize myself as I distance myself from him.”Or what? You’ll go tell on me? Ha! Face it, little girl, you don’thave a choice if you want to stay employed,” each word burns my ears.How dare that rat bastard think he can abuse me like that.”I’ll never let you touch me,” my spit.”Oh, you will. If word gets out that you’re getting ‘dipped’ on companytime, then you won’t have anywhere else to go. No one likes a washed-upd**ggie, Leo, especially those that work on our type of accounts. Eventhough he’s a sorry bastard, deep down I know he’s right. We work onfinancial accounts with billions at stake. If anyone finds out thattheir company money is being handled by an addict it would mean certaincareer suicide. First, though, I need to get away from this creep beforehe tries anything. I back up to the door and open it never turning awayfrom the laughing Herald. Once outside, I dash to my cubicle to grab mythings before leaving.”Hey, where’d you go? You’ve been gone for a while,” Toby asksinnocently. I can’t form words right now. My mind is going a hundredmiles a minute, and the last thing I need to do is stay long enough forthe ‘dip’s’ effects to take hold in front of everyone. In what must looklike a panicked fury, I slam open drawers and throw all of the files intothem without even trying to keep them organized. “What the hell, Leo?Be careful,” he snaps surprised at my aggressiveness. As I stumble toget all of my belongings, my vision blurs and I can feel the tears slidedown the side of my face. With a final shove of the drawer closed I dashto the elevator. However, as I near it the door closes before all of theemployees can get on. Everyone looks at me strangely (or pitifully assome are) as I realize that it won’t come back soon. Unable to stand inthe group, I continue to the nearby staircase door and enter. Oncealone, I stop to allow myself to come to grips with what just happened,and a flood of emotion envelopes me. My bag falls with an echo, and Ibegin to sob loudly. It’s too much. I’ve never felt so violated byanyone, and there’s nothing I can do about it. All of those girls triedto fight back, but they all failed and were exiled from the industry. AmI going to be one of those…girls?A couple of tears fall onto my chest, and I quickly try to brush them offbefore they have a chance to wet my shirt. As I do, a sharp sting shootsthrough my nipples as my hands rub across the front and the outside edgeof each chest begins to itch a little. Poking into the fabric of theshirt are two round points signaling that I don’t have much time. I wasvisited by a hallucinogenic booby fairy so, yea, it looks like I’m goingto grow breasts. Is this how the d**g is made? How does it know to havea boob fairy to signal breast growth? Experimentally, my hand pulls outthe front of my shirt and I can see two strawberry-looking, femininenipples gathering on my chest. Renewed with urgency, I grab my bag andrace down the stairs. Each step jars my body and sends my chest rubbingacross the fabric of my shirt. By the second floor they’ve become chafedand a little painful. By the fourth floor I can feel the itchingintensify as I hurry down the steps. What feels like a growing swarm ofants are now crawling along my front, and I can feel my nipples hardenpressing into the fabric. I sprint from the bottom stairs to my carparked across the garage covering my chest ineffectively trying to bothslow the transformation and to stop the chaffing. Thankfully, no one isaround to see the silly looking guy running to his car like a girl. Onceinside I pull my shirt roughly over my head and look down to inspect thedamage. My chest doesn’t appear overly soft or rounded. It feels warm,feverish, and the thumping of my heart reverberates through into myshaking hands.On one hand (no pun intended) I’m going to be one of the few males of theworld who will be able to play with a set of breasts anytime he wants.However, they’ll be mine forever altering the way people will see me inthe future. Hell, altering the way I see me from now on. Breasts arewhat people attribute a female with. Sure, there are guys who have beengiven breasts by the d**g, and many of them proudly display them liketrophies or a flag. Hell, it’s the most popular ‘dip’ for womenaccording to the media. It seems everyone wants to own a nice pair oftits nowadays. There are even other firms with a paid employee whose jobis to just walk about the office nude and flirt with the workers – anoffice bunny. Now that we’re so desensitized to the d**g’s effects onpeople that we seem to have accepted that normal people may just changefrom day-to-day. Maybe the public perception has shifted so much that itwon’t hurt me so much to come to work with my, um new additions. Maybe Iwon’t be spurned by my co-workers. Does that mean that I’m being overlydramatic about all of this? I mean, it’s just tits, right? Over halfthe population has them, right… but they don’t have a chemically enhancedass, too. Sigh.I’ve seen enough, so I slip on my shirt and only button a few necessaryones before leaving the parking garage. Even though traffic is light, mytrip feels impossibly long with the constant itching and tingling. Abouthalf-way home I can sense my chest press outward enough to push theseatbelt into the middle of my chest. By the time I reach home, I canactually feel the strap between my chest swells. They’re not large, yet,but the belt’s divide seems to showcase their growth. Once in my garage,I take a while to decompress gripping the steering wheel tightly evenafter a few minutes stopped. There, between my arms, I can feel a gentleswell brushing up against the inside of my arm as it rests on the wheel.Taking a deep breath and making an effort to control my volatileemotions, I let go of the wheel and rest my arms by my sides where theybump into my newly enlarged hips. I can see them now pushing the shirtforward a few inches making their presence noticeable within my fittedshirt.Gently, as to not give these new additions reason to shift solidifyingtheir existence to my sensitive psyche, I slide out of the car and walkin pushing the glowing button by the door to close the garage. Theydon’t shift much as I walk into the bedroom and begin to disrobe, butonce I lift the shirt they catch, lift, and fall as it rises up and overmy head. I recall watching numerous clips online of girls doing the samething and enjoying their bouncing and jostling around. Now, I’m not soamused.Maybe I’m growing accustomed to my transformative fate. The surprise andfear are gone now in its place a resigned acceptance or tolerance. Iknow it’s going to happen, so I just bear the process of the change now.After I take off all of my clothes I put on a pair of boxers and sit onthe couch with the phone in my hand so I can track my budding breasts’growth. Yea, it’s weird, but how many times can a person literally watchhis or her body develop through puberty within a matter of minutes? Theitching hasn’t let up, but the aching seems to be less than before.I know it’s probably not a good idea, but I feel like I need to try toreach Cammie to get more information about what I’m taking. However,before I tap her picture to call her a movement catches my eye. It’s mychest hair. As if I had goosebumps the skin is bumping up, but as soonas it does the hair falls out and the bump goes away. First a couple ofthem fall, then more. As I watch the spectacle a chill washes over mynew…breasts as they quickly become hairless. The sensation sends asudden biting down my spine making my now eraser-sized nipples pull upinto a hardened nub. My hands quickly swipe away the hair as if it weregross, and I can feel the shifting within as they react to the motion.Then, coming to grips with the oddity of being stripped of hair I seeanother movement and feel a wave of warmth wash over my chest. The skinis starting to stretch as more mass is pooling underneath, and there,staring at the outline against the opposite wall I see the swell growjust a bit. The heat intensifies and the swell moves some more.Experimentally, I bring my hands up to feel their softness and heft.As a girl goes through puberty these changes are so subtle that theyusually don’t even realize that they are growing until an unfortunateincident forces them to take stock of their bodies. Maybe it’s theirinconvenience during PE sprints or a touch-feely boyfriend or when theytry on the first swim top of the summer or even when she walks down aflight of stairs and realize that her little bra just isn’t going to holdthem in place. For them, it occurs so slowly that it takes over theirhabits and daily living that they may never really appreciate thesignificance of blossoming until it has already happened. For me,though, I can measure their progress with every millimeter my fingersseparate by the emerging breast tissue underneath and the amount I haveto lift to keep them from moving towards gravity. It’s possible that I’mbeing a little dramatic. Yes, they’re growing. That much is certain.However, I’ve been sitting here on this couch for a good thirty minutesand they’re only big enough to plump a little.I let turn the phone on again and stare at her phone number worried thatI may slip into another trance before I finish… um, growing. To gaugetheir size, or maybe just to play, I jut my chest out sliding them acrossthe inside of my arms as they naturally point to the sides a little.Well, Leo, you’ve got a great set of perky tits now. They wobble andjiggle but somehow remain pointed, almost cone-shaped, forward. There’sno sloshing around or momentous waves of energy as larger breasts seem tohave. No, it’s like they’re just palm-sized extensions of my otherwisenormal chest. Which begs the question, why am I adjusting to well tosuch extreme changes to my body? Shouldn’t I be ungainly and unable towalk while adjusting to my new hips and body? There’s physics at playhere, and I’m not affected negatively at all. It’s like there’s afamiliarity that comes with them as if they’ve always been there. As ifI’ve always been like this.As the skin stretches and thins outward their weight is being measuredabove as my upper chest begins to stretch as well pulling to keep itsposition but failing to the blooming below. So, too, each areola cappingeach breast is now large enough to form it their own bumps as I hold eachmound of soft, jiggly flesh. My hands push them together and a line ofcleavage forms along the middle, and I can feel the other breast withtouch beside the other. A sudden ache begins to pulse within each breastdeeply and warmly forcing little drops of sweat to exude from thesurface. I squeeze my hands reflexively from the pain and become awarethat I’m holding two complete handfuls of my titflesh as it compressesout of each fist. I let go allowing them to fall onto my seated chestbobbing and jiggling as they land having surged in mass just now. Theache is diminished but isn’t going away, and the wobbling takes longer tostill. The heat is dissipating and I feel that the d**g has run itscourse. My body finally relaxes as the soft cushions of the couch drawme closer to their interior. Sigh. And just like that, I’m one morestep closer to being a new me, a female me.Remembering what I was in the process of doing, I bring the phone up tocall her bumping into my right breast causing it to bounce into theother. Even a simple act like this is affected by my evolvingfemininity. My hands are still buzzing and shaking a little from thatlast exertion. The phone buzzes and beeps letting me know that it’sconnecting. Yes, I’m still furious at her, but I need to get a betteridea of what she plans to turn me into, so I need to swallow that rageand try to be diplomatic. C’mon, Leo. You’re a big boy…um. You can bemature and even-headed even though your left hand hasn’t stopped gropingyour own tit.”Hello,” her voice announces sounding breathy and labored.”Cammie?” I ask wondering what she could be doing. Maybe I caught hermid-workout.”(ung) Yea, Leo. What do (moan) you want?” That doesn’t sound like she’sworking out.”What are you doing? I need to talk to you about those shots,” I commandfirmly.”(Honey, go slower. I’m trying to talk to my ex-) Look, (thanks) youknow damn well what I’m doing right now (grunt),” as much as I hate toadmit it, she sounds like she’s fucking some other guy. Was all of thisa ploy to get me out of the picture? Surely not. All she had to do issay that she wanted to end it.”Cammie, those shots you gave me are turning me into a girl. Why wouldyou do such a thing?” I demand.”Of course you’re turning into a girl, you dork. How far along are you?”she asks in a staccato voice punctuated by a rapid slapping noise in thebackground.”I have breasts,” I say dryly.”Oh, I bet (groan) they look lovely. Tell me, are the areola puffy andwide?” she asks, “You know, like that porn star you used to look atonline (oh, fuck you’re stretching me out).” I look down and confirmthat, yes, my new, soft areola cap the entire front of each breast. Howdid she know?”How did you know?” I demand.”(Seriously, can you give me just a second? I’ll take you both at thesame time if you just let me finish, alright?) Ahem, because I designedit you to look like that, Leo. Didn’t you notice your perfect ass andperfectly pooched belly? You’re gonna get the best parts from all ofyour favorite porn stars. How cool is that?” she squeals.”Why would I want that? I just wanna go back to being the old me,” Iwhine.”Because I don’t want you to be unhappy,” she barks. “Look, all the gayguys I know are unhappy, which is odd how ‘gay’ means ‘happy’. They hatethat they have to live in secret unable to really fit in anywhere. Ithought that if you were a girl, then it you would be happier. I don’twant to see you depressed or hurt, so I took inspiration from sneakinginto your porn faves online and made what I think is a kick-asscompilation of the hottest girls you like. Tell me, does your buttjiggle just a little bit when you walk? You can thank your porncollection for that. How cute is that little pooch on your belly? Leo,you’re getting the opportunity to have the perfect body to get any manyou want. Any girl would kill to have what you’re gonna have, and itwasn’t easy or cheap,” she explains excitedly truly proud of her plan.”Let’s go over this again, I fucked up. Okay? I know that. This is howI’m trying to right it. There’s no way to change you back, so this isthe best alternative. Leo, you’re gonna be a girl, soon. Just like me.Just like half of the population. It’s not so bad. I promise. In fact,I was hoping that I’d be your girlfriend again after this is over. Youknow, I can show you the ropes of being a hot girl. Maybe we could sharea boy…or two.””You’re a monster, Cammie. Who gave you the right to play with my body?”I blast into the phone. “I was happy, Cammie, and you took that awaywith these damn d**gs.””Really? Alright, Mr. Happy, would you have called your mom and told herthat you now have a boyfriend? How about your best friends?” her voiceis more forceful. However as she asked those questions I tried to answerthem with a ‘yes’, but deep down I know she’s right. However, I won’tanswer her. No, I refuse to.”Then why did you give me separate vials? Are you trying to torture meprolonging the change?” I ask changing the subject.”I just said, they’re all from different places. There’s no ‘Dips ‘R Us’where you can just order whatever the hell you want. Each one set meback a month’s pay so, yea, you are gonna take them one at a time,”Cammie is getting agitated.”What if I just take all of them at the same time, then?” I spout.”Do you want to lose your mind, because that’s how you lose your mind?Each shot is a dose, if you take the rest at once, you may never be ableto recover from the mind-melt that will happen. Please, Leo, please justtake your time and go through each one. I promise that I’ll on the otherside waiting for you. Now (slurp), I’ve held these men for too long.You know what I mean, right?” her voice softens to a moan as wet slurpingnoises and lustful moans replace her spoken voice signaling the end ofthe conversation. I think she intentionally kept the phone on, however,to either rub it in my face or make me jealous. I turn it off mid moanand let it fall into the space between my legs. Looking down, I can’tsee it without either leaning forward or backwards or holding my breastsaskew. Doing so gives me another benchmark of my progress. Apart frommy hands and feet, all I see now is female. I let go of the breast, andit falls back jiggling and bouncing around like a cube of gelatin andpick up the phone from touch rather than sight.”Leo?” Toby’s voice echoes from the kitchen door. “Leo, are you there?Why’d you run away like that?” Without answering, I stand up feeling mybody’s new developments shift and bounce and walk towards him. I needsomeone to hold me. He jumps back a little asking “Who?” out loud as hecatches his first glimpses of my new body. Once he can see my face hiseyes open widely in surprise. “You took the next ‘dip’!” he shouts.”Please hold me,” I beg wrapping my arms around him and feeling mybreasts push against his rough, cloth shirt. As we stand in my livingroom, it feels like a pillow is separating us from getting any closer.We stand for some time as the day’s events scroll through my mind, andeventually I become emotional enough to wet his shoulder.”It’s okay, Leo,” he comforts while rubbing circles on my back. I don’twant to tell him about our manager right now. It’s too much, so I’lljust admit to taking the next vial and stop there. Standing here in mydark house is actually a little romantic. Maybe it was Cammie’s sexualtrysts or my boyfriend’s presence, but I really need some physicalrelease.”Toby?” I whisper softly.”Yes?” he replies in kind.”I need you. Can we just forget about all of this ‘dip’ business andjust be together tonight?” It would be nice to be taken care of like hedid last night. Oh, how much I want that to be a nightly thing. I askin his ear and attempt to lead him into the bedroom. As I lead, his handholds back forcing me to turn around and I find myself standing toplessarms-length in front of my boyfriend.”Leo, I…” he begins in a wavering voice. Before he can finish thesentence I bring his hand up to my right breast and move forward pushingit into his palm. I don’t know what just came over me, but it seems likethe right thing to do to get a boy to…and then I realize what I just did.It was innate, reflex even. I instinctively tried to coax him to beusing my female body. “I’m sorry,” he pleads, “I can’t do this anymore.””Don’t be silly, Toby. I really need someone right now,” I whine. “Thishas been the day from hell. You have no idea how hard it was to be atwork today, and I just need you here to help me get over it.” Yea, I getthat it’s a hardship on him to spend so much time with a crazy person andhis insane drama.”But you want more, and I’m not sure that I can do that. It’s not that Idon’t want to be with you, it’s just…” his voice is plain almost withoutemotion. His eyes tell me that there’s a million thoughts going aroundin his head, and he’s fighting himself over them.”Please,” I beg. “I promise I won’t put your hand on my breast. Justdon’t do this, okay?””Leo,” his voice cuts deeply, “look at yourself. You know that I likeguys, right? I’m gay, and you’re not… (sigh) you’re not a boy anymore.I don’t think… I can go on with this right now.””So, you’re breaking up with me?” I scream incensed.”You have no idea how much this hurts me, so please don’t…” he starts.”No idea?! No idea? Look at me! I’m the one being forced to go throughthis. I’m the one who’s being screwed. All you have to do is be therefor me. Hell, we have matching pussies, for Christ’s sake!” I explode.How dare he try to make be believe that he’s the victim here. “You sureas hell didn’t mind fucking me last night. I even thought that youcared. Was I just another notch on your bedpost?” Yea, I know that I’ma bit emotional, but damn it, I need him right now, and he’s trying tobolt. “It’s your fault that I’m in this mess in the first place!””My fault?” he mumbles.”Yea, your fault. If you didn’t seduce me and came here to fuck, then myex- wouldn’t have caught us. She did this to me because she found me inbed with you!” my voice is beginning to get hoarse. I know I’m cuttingdeeply.”Is that so?” he asks.”Yea,” I bark, but then calm down as his demeanor changes as well. Hegets it, now. We both stare at each other breathing deeply tears formingwet trails down my cheeks and onto my new additions below.”…and your leaving work today early?” he continues.”Herald…” I begin to admit, but the scars are still too fresh and I startto weep.”That bastard,” he mumbles before letting go of my hand. I look up tosee him backing out the door red-faced. “I believe you, Leo. I have togo, now. We’ll talk tomorrow at work.””You’re leaving?!” I cry to an empty house. The son of a bitch left.’I’m gay… I don’t like you now that you have boobs’ I mock to myself. Iglance down at the offending female body mostly obscured by two round,perky cones weighing my chest down. He’s gay. He likes guys, andI’m…not a guy anymore. Dejected, I stumble to the dinner table where thevials are still lined up in order. He believes me, bah!Chapter 9Staring at the five remaining vials I begin to contemplate just takingthem all to get this over with. Am I going to end up like Cammie as thisplays out? She said not to take them all, but I can’t stay in thisdamned limbo forever. It’s too much. I’m neither a man nor a woman.I’m a monster, a freak. How can I go to work tomorrow and face mycoworkers like this? How am I gonna face Herald? In a fit, I grab allof them and tread to the bathroom where I place them all down again notpaying attention to the order. In front of me is… me. There’s my face,but everything below it looks fake like a bad B-movie special effect. Ifyou removed the head and the orphaned scrotum hiding between my legs atotally… normal girl emerges. From this angle my boobs don’t seem asbulbous as I thought. They hang slightly down creating a crease alongthe underside. In fact, they seem to fit the healthy body below itaccenting the flared hips and curvy midsection. Cammie was right, I’m apiecemeal porn star from my former greatest desires, but I now realizethat my greatest desires really just describe any normal girl. Was I sohard up for just any girl? What does a porn star really look like,anyway? Don’t they all start as normal girls and slowly change intofake, obscene dolls before they flake out?Why don’t I feel odd in this body? I should feel like an alien with mynew features, but I don’t. I feel… normal. Maybe the vials areaffecting my mind as well as my body. The vials call to me like a sirenbegging me to finish this madness. If I’m going to go to work tomorrow,if I’m going to go on with my life then I have to buck up and completethe changes. Surely, taking more than one won’t hurt. I reach down topick up a couple listening to the glass clicking as they bump into eachother.No. I can’t chance it. As much as I hate her right now, Cammie knowsmore about this stuff then I do. So, I put one down without looking atthe number written on the label and down the other. My hand shakes as itdrops the glass into the waste basket by the toilet. Then, withoutthinking I reach over and grab the other one. By the time I realize whatI’m doing I’m holding the empty vial surprised that I would do such athing on a whim. Sigh. Well, this may be a hell of a ride tonight.What the hell was I thinking?As I walk out of the bathroom, still buzzing from the rush, I step outinto my old gym locker room. The odd juxtaposition of chlorine and sweathangs in the air, and the humidity glistens the skin as clothes becomeunbearable to wear any longer as they soak up and stick to your everycurve. The rest of the girls haven’t made it back from the pool, yet, soI quickly skip over to my locker to change. I knew that this would be anissue when I chose to try out for the girl’s swim team. Mom lectured meover and over about ‘people like me’. “They’re not going to understand,”she would preach, “Try out for the band. They don’t have to showertogether.” She’s right. Immature junior high girls may not beaccommodating to have someone like me sharing the locker room. It’s notlike I want to be found out, but swimming is just so much a part of me.I think some of the girls may be catching on, but the coaches have beeninstructed to allow me an extra five minutes to change before anyone elsecomes in. It’s not my fault that my body doesn’t know what to do! Sure,these swimsuits are tight enough to hide my…stuff… but normal pantieswon’t. They don’t make panties for boys, and I can’t run around wearingboy’s underwear. Luckily, coach saw to it that my locker is kind ofisolated by being the only one behind a bend.Knowing that the rest of the girls will be there I quickly peel open mytowel from around my chest and shuffle it in my hair to dry it some morefrom the showers when I washed the chlorine off. My breasts jiggle withmy arms up in my long hair. Some of the girls were scared when theirboobs started to grow, but not me. That was my signal that noteverything about me was screwed up. Yea, boys are starting to notice,but I don’t really mind. I reach in to pull out my panties and, afterlooking around to make sure no one is here, pull them up. As they reachmy waist, I do my now-routine gather and tuck of my gross boy parts sothat they don’t bulge so much. Why couldn’t God just let me be eitherone or the other? Why did he make me a girl everywhere but there? Itlooks like I have enough time so primp up, so I walk over to the mirrors,still topless, holding my lipstick and mascara. Mom says that I’m apretty girl. I guess so. Like her, I have these pouty lips and buttonnose. She was a teenage model back in the eighties, and everyone says Ilook just like her. I reach up and begin lining my eyes when I bump intomy boob, which I’m starting to do more nowadays. They just seem to beeverywhere.”Hey, where do you get off leaving practice so early?” one of myteammates shouts from the doorway that separates the sinks and mirrorsfrom the locker room. She’s a major bitch and for some reason has it outfor me. Jessica is a total jock and not a far cry from a boy herself.Too bad she doesn’t have to deal with what I have. They’d fit her morethan me. Even though we’re just in junior high, she’s built like a highschooler – wide and square with hardly any female features to note.She’s always playing sports with the boys, and some people say that sheeven likes girls. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” he barks seeing that I’mignoring her to finish my makeup.”Jessi, please don’t start this today. Can we just go a day without youbeing mean to me?” I plead more annoyed than threatened, really.”I wanna know why you think you can just show up late and take off earlywhen the rest of us have to do extra laps. The way I see it, you’regetting special treatment from the coach, and that pisses me off,” hervoice growls as she approaches puffed up and red. By the way she’sacting, I don’t think I’m going to be able to talk myself out of thisone.”I just have to do it this way, alright? It’s not like I chose to dothis,” I reply not giving away my secret but still trying to play theinnocent third-party. It’s all true, though.”Yea?” she spits as her hands push me back into the sink and mirrorpainfully. I wince and begin to tear up as my back aches horribly. “Youknow what I think? I think you must be doing favors for the coach.Maybe you’re letting him play with those boobies of yours. You don’thave a problem walking around here showing them off,” she scowls reachingup and twisting my nipples forcing a scream in pain.”Please,” I beg tearfully, “leave me alone. I didn’t do anything toyou.””Yea, you did. You chose to try out of MY swim team, you little skank.But you’re too good to shower with us or even dress with us. No, you getthe whole locker room to yourself like a spoiled little princess. So,what did you do to get Coach to agree to that, huh? Did you shake yourlittle boobies in his face? Did he get a feel?” Her meaty handscontinue to slap and pinch my chest making them red and swollen.”No!” I scream, “Go away.” Her assault is leaving me a whimpering mess.I can’t fight back with someone this large, so I just take what I get andtry to escape. In the process, my shorts are starting to fall down as westruggle, and she takes no time to use it to attack.”Or, did you fuck him?” she snarls forcing her hand between my thighsroughly pressing and squeezing my boy parts. The pain is immediate andsevere making me collapse into a heap onto the ground. The pain forcesall of my pleas to stop as I will myself not to throw up as the painwrenches my insides from between my legs. Her attack stops suddenly.”Y-you, you’re a boy?” I don’t reply focusing instead on my own pain.”Oh, hell no!” she screams and pulls my panties down between my legs soforcefully that they rip. There, in the steamy locker room my secret isrevealed. Between my legs my little penis points outward and my scrotumlays tightly to my body as the pain is still unbearable. I try to covermyself, but by now most of the team has arrived to see what the commotionis all about. “She’s a boy!” Jessica screams and points. A chorus ofdisapproving and rude comments begin to echo against the cinderblockwalls. “That’s why HE’S coming in early. I bet he’s wanking off in herewhile we swim laps!” Jessica continues. The rest of the crowd begin toadd to the insults as they close in. Jessica, not to be outdone sits ontop of my chest and begins to pummel me into the cement. Blow after blowknocking my vision loose as it breaks into doubles and cutting my lips asthey slam into my own teeth.”What’s going on in here?!” coach’s voice blasts from outside the crowdas their chants and cheers pierce my soul even more than the hammer ofher fists.”She’s a boy!” the others say. “She caught him jerking off,” they beginto add to her misguided accusations.”Get off!” his deep voice bellows as her weight lifts off and thepummeling ceases.”Is this true?” he asks, but I can’t form any words in my defense as theshock of the assault is still making my head reel.”Yea! How dare you let a boy onto the team!” she directs her anger hisway. From my vantage point, laying in a fetal position on the ground, Icannot make out the rest of the conversation nor do I care. I just wantto go home where it’s safe.”Get up!” his voice shocks me as his arms rips me from the ground andforces me to stand. “Cover yourself up and get into my office, now!”Without anything to grab I slowly stumble to my locker as the rest…no… asthe girls form a line on either side glaring at me with condemnation.Once clothed, I walk to his office outside of the locker room. I wait,still huffing and sniffing from the altercation, until he finallyarrives. It felt like forever.”I can’t let you stay on the team,” he says dryly. “You will betransferred to the boys’ team tomorrow.””No! You can’t do that! I’m not a boy,” I cry out. “They won’tunderstand. I can’t be in their locker room,” I plead.”No, you’re not a girl. What you have between your legs makes you a boy,and I can’t risk having any more problems with you being in here. Look,I told your mother that this was too risky, and now we’ve discovered thatit is. If you have your items, I’d suggest speaking with your motherabout your next decision regarding your schooling and sports. It may notbe safe for you here anymore. As it is, I now have to explain why I hadto go into the girls’ locker room.””But…” I try to continue, but he turns to head to the pool. It’s no usetrying to argue. Mom was right, I may never get to be on a team. Damnthese boy parts. I wish I could just rip them off and give them toJessica.Herald stands quietly in the middle of my living room as I enter stillnude from the inspection I gave myself earlier. His presence startlesme, and I let out a yip. He’s holding that stupid hand-held device thatI swear is surgically attached. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’ll never do. Soyou’re just planning on being one of those ugly transvestites now?Surely, I thought you’d do more,” his voice drips with sarcasm.”What? What do you mean, ugly?” I ask not sure what he was getting at.While his presence in my house is kinda unnerving, his disapproval ismore upsetting.”Look at yourself. You still have that hideous face and those looseballs hanging there. No guy is ever gonna wanna fuck a freak like you,”he explains so rationally. Why is he being so mean?”Are they… are they that noticeable?” I ask sincerely. “I didn’t thinkit would be that…””For the life of me, I have no idea why you’d think that only goinghalfway through your transition would be a good idea. You did well withthose tits of yours. How about you try to fix the parts that matter?” herudely interrupts. Herald’s voice is so commanding.”They’re not… I didn’t want to be this way,” I stutter. “Is thereanything you can do?””Yea, go to your room and play with my daughter. She’ll help,” hesmirks. I don’t like it, but if she can help me… be more… be less boy,then I’ll have to go with it. He points me back to the hallway where mybathroom was, but not it stops at a pink door with purple flowers paintedon it. Leaving the bathroom my body felt soft and jiggled a little withevery step. However, as I push on her door my limbs feel stiff anduncoordinated like I’m wrapped in bandages. My arms push away, but theydon’t want to bend back to my side as the door opens bathing me in thepastel hues of a little girl’s playroom. My leg steps forward but stopsmid step toppling me over as my now rigid body loses its ability tomaneuver. Oddly, my body lands on large, thick fibers that weren’t therebefore.”There you are!” a little girl’s excited voice calls out from outside ofmy vision before the rumbling thunder of her footsteps pound closely tomy position. “Oh no!” she cries out, “Brotha must have been playing withyou and messed you up. Stupid boys!” Above me a giant looks down at mepouting. Gigantic as she is, it’s obvious that she’s a little girlwearing a blue and pink play dress and long twin ponytails. The littlegirl reaches down, and with her hands as large as a small car, picks meup roughly and brings me up to her face. “Poor Leena, big mean brothamust have done this to you. Look at what he did! He put his ugly armyman’s head and legs on you. Now, I’m gonna have to fix you up,” shestates confidently. My arms and legs stick out stiffly ending withcupped palms but military pants and boots, and from what I can see myskin shines like a plastic sheen has been applied. My whole body isrigid. Even my once-bouncy boobs are now featureless rounded contours onmy torso. I’m a doll, and a topless one at that.Her hands grip me tightly as her footfalls jar me as she races to her toybox. Without much care she props me against the plastic container as sheputs her whole body into pushing her toys around to look for something.The loud cacophony of shoved toys drowns out her grunts and pants as itseems to be a workout for her. “Found her!” she screams as her gianthand jerks me back up to her face. “See?” she says holding a female,plastic doll head in front of me. The irony of such a sweet little girlinnocently playing with a severed head is not lost on me. Other timesthis would be a nightmare, but I understand what she’s doing. “Sorry ifI couldn’t find your old head, Leena. You’ll just have to use this dollI got in Hawaii’s head for now.” The plastic head was a little darkerthan my own skin its features were more similar to an Asian backgroundthan my own European. I feel her thick, chubby fingers grip both sidesof my head, and with a twist my vision and hearing stop. I can feel mybody being jostled to-and-fro and a strong pushing sensation on my neck.Like someone just turned on the lights my vision and hearing returns as Ican see my boy head being casually tossed away into the heap within thetoy box as if it belonged to the mountain of fake, cheap toy parts. “Oh,you look so pretty now! Now, let’s get these stupid boy pants off,” shehuffs as I can feel my boots and pants effortlessly being pulled off.Even though she was playful and cheery, her ministrations jostled meroughly enough to wonder if I would have been injured if I weren’tplastic. She seems nice, and it’s so much fun playing with her. I feellike the most important toy in the world when I get to play with myfriend. Seeing that silly boy head fall into the heap below doesn’treally affect me as much as I thought it would. I’m now a very prettygirl again. Her brother is a mean k**. He likes to pester my friend bybeing mean to her. This morning, he changed my normal, girl bottom withone of his boy’s bottoms.With a strong tug, my pants and boots all come off in one go showing hermy shameful boy parts that were so rudely placed. “Oh!” she giggled asmy friend realized that her favorite toy’s boy parts are really boyparts. “Tee hee, you have a thingee down there, Leena. Don’t worry.I’ll fix you right up,” she announced in a sing-song voice. Herbrother’s toys must have been more realistic than I thought.”Yeaaa!” a little boy’s voice cries out as the door to our room burstsopen making her jump in surprise. I fly up and land hard on the carpetbelow right at her brother’s feet. “There she is! Why’d ya take her,s*s? She was sentenced to the firing squad for being too weird. Look ather, she a boy and a girl.””You give her right back, you meanie!” she screams angrily.”Nope!” he counters, picks me up, and charges out of the room holding mehigh as his trophy. “She’s ’bout to meet my firing squad!” he yellsrunning down the hallway and into the back yard.”Stop! Don’t do that!” she voice is turning more hysterical and sad thanangry. As we round the last corner I can see her sobbing in our roomalone.”You tried to get away once, but you can’t outrun the law,” the brotherstates as he places me on a tree stump leaning against a plastic pailbehind me. “Nope, you have-ta pay for your crimes. No one can be a boyAND a girl. That’s just weird.” Beside me are bits and pieces ofplastic and wood. The pail holding me up has several oddly-shaped holes,and in front is a large park bench with a brown and black rifle laying onit. “Do you have any last words, prisoner?” he yells at me from thedistance. “No? Good. Ready!” he screams to no one and sits on thebench aiming the rifle at me. No. He’s going to shoot me. What did Ido? He’s not gonna get the best of my friend. No way. She’ll go onwithout me. He won’t be able to really hurt her by doing this. “Aim!” Istand proudly holding my chest out. Bye, bye, my friend. It was so funto be your friend. “Fire!” A sudden pop precedes what feels like ahammer punching hard at my midsection sending me flying into the air andflailing my arms and legs. The impact is so forceful that my vision isblurred and my body feels numb. As my senses gain strength I notice thatmy body is mostly still in one piece. Did he miss? Surely not, becausewhat would have knocked me back? No, he hit me, and the proof is below.What was once a plastic, realistic looking boy part is now a blackenedhole as the space between my legs is blown out.”What? No!” he cries out realizing his mistake. The only part of methat he hit was the boy part that he put on me in the first place.Herald looks at me and shakes his head. “You’re so stupid, Leo.” I lookaround surprised that I’m still in one piece – a fleshy one and notplastic. Did I really just think that I was a doll? “If you want tolose your balls so badly, you’re gonna have to do it the old fashionedway,” he states matter-of-factly and holds out a large kitchen knife. Istammer trying to put everything in order. I was just a doll for alittle girl, and now I’m standing tall again, nude, in front of my boss.In his hand the kitchen knife gleams in the light sharp and cold. In hisother hand he tosses me a slinky pair of red panties. They’re mostlylace and satin. “You may be pretty, doll, but you need to take care ofsomething first if you want to wear those panties like a good girl. Itwon’t take long if you hurry. I can’t promise you that it won’t hurt,but you’ll finally be rid of those dangling gooberberries forever. Isn’tthat what you want?” My hands stroke the deep red lace on the femininepanties savoring its texture and weight. Surely, he isn’t telling me to…cut them off myself. That would be preposterous, right?Only, it’s not completely out of the question. He may be right. I’m nota complete girl, and everyone will know that I’m a fake if I wear a pairof panties like these. They’re supposed to make me more feminine anddesirable. They’ll hug my contours tightly and attract the gaze of anyboy I want. Only… they’ll show off my secret, too. This garment of laceand satin is both my greatest wish and harshest enemy, and I hate themand love them at the same time. If only I were flat down there, then I’dbe able to enjoy the sensation of wearing such an article of clothing.Then, at least, I’d look like a girl and not this monster that I’vebecome.”You know you want to. It can be quick and clean. All you have to do isflick your wrist… just like that,” he goads physically flicking his wristto push the point home. He could be right. I mean, there’s not muchleft of my penis anymore. It’s not more than a pinky toe-sized nub, andremoving the mass underneath would make it even smaller. It could evenhide in the skin that’s left or just stay tucked in like it usually does.I can do this. I need to do this.Like a prize, Herald holds out the shiny butcher blade handle-first.There, not a foot away from me and reflecting the lights of my bathroombehind me is my salvation. All I have to do is… twist. There may beblood, but I’m not worried about it. No, I have to do this. Withsurging confidence I snatch the blade from him and walk into the bathroomto gaze at myself. Her beauty is understated, but the girl in the mirroronly needs one act to be perfect. Her perfection lies just beyond thislast act as a boy. Then, as if the clouds blow away and the sunlightreplaces the rain, I see myself truly for what I am. Her slightly almondeyes, the long dark hair cresting over my thin shoulders, the tannedfemale body with orange-sized, perky breasts capped with wide, brown,bumpy areola and a button on top belying some tropical heritage, her softpooch over a rounded hips that create a typical hourglass figure, and thefirm, rounded ass of a sex star all create what my girlfriend set out tomake. I’m the perfect girl, well, as soon as I finish this last trial.Shaking, nervous, my hand brings the razor-sharp blade to the undersideof my boy parts as I guide it using the mirror above the sinks unable tosee it directly over my newly-grown breasts. As the metal edge connectswith my soft skin my hand slides it upwards.Chapter 10The burning from the cut shoots to my head as I cry out and drop theknife. Its tiny, metallic clinks and rattles are odd for a large,butcher’s knife. But at my feet is a bloodless, small steak knife andnot the large butcher’s knife of before. My mind quickly realizes thatI’m on the other side of the serendipity high as all of the tingles andodd numbness of the trances are replaced with real sensations and aslight, sharp pain from under my balls. My hand quickly fumbles with theloose skin to investigate only to find a small cut that’s not enough toeven bleed.I stand staring at the slight wound in shock. I’ve never actually actedout my visions during the sip trances until now. Was it because I tooktwo at a time?Quickly, as if discarding the evidence, I take the knife and run to thekitchen and toss it into the sink. The knife clinks around due to myshaky hand’s difficultly aiming. How could that have happened? I almostcut myself. There’s no telling what I could’ve done if the pain didn’twake me up. What if I woke up afterwards?My shaky legs force me to lean back against the wall where I can see myreflection in a smaller mirrored picture frame. It causes me to suddenlybecome very self-conscious about my nudity. Yea, I’m alone in my house,but I’m not really in my comfort zone walking around with a new body. Itsuddenly feels like it’s on display with all of these moving and shiftingparts that seem to have a mind of their own with every motion. Needingto cover up I walk awkwardly towards my bedroom while holding my breaststightly against my body with my right arm. As I do my unrestrained ballsslap against the inside of my thighs reminding me of my hatred of themfrom the dip dreams. Yes, they’re just chemically-induced dreams but theemotions tied to them are difficult to shake.Standing beside my bed is Herald again. He speaks to me as I enter.”It looks like you didn’t finish, doll face. Aren’t you supposed to lookbetter by now?” he teases greasily.”Shut up and get the hell out of my room, jackass!” I bark charging athim to attack.”Wait, don’t get your panties in a bind… oh, wait. They’re right here,”he says holding up a pair of smooth, flowing white panties. They lookrather small in size and designed for function over form. I stop in mytracks staring at the beautiful prize. “So, I take it you like them?” Idon’t get it. My boss is in my bedroom holding this magnificent pair ofwomen’s undergarments and I can’t stop staring and pining for them like atranced puppy waiting for a treat. They look so smooth and soft. I betthey’d feel wonderful if I could just put them on. My stare betrays mysurrender to them. “Here,” he calls out and tosses them to me where Icatch them gleefully. “I’m told that they’re designed to help a girl’sfigure or make her more feminine or something. I don’t know. You looklike you need them more than me.” Without any hesitation, I reach downto pull them up my legs. Even though they’re rather small they seem tohug and slide over my skin stretching to accommodate my curves. I tellmyself that this is more for keeping my modesty than for the sheerenjoyment of feeling the fabric caress my skin. Once almost on, theycradle around my boy parts and hold them firmly as my hands let go. Theyrise up and over my hips in a classic bikini shape. My hips and buttspread them outward, but I see no thinning of the material.”So, what do you say?” he goads.”Huh?” I ask without looking up still entranced by the undergarments.”I just gave you something, and you didn’t even say ‘thank you’.Shouldn’t you be a little more courteous to your boss?” he spits.”Um, thank you, sir,” I mumble slightly embarrassed.”Nope, too late. It looks like I need to help you a little more ifyou’re to be a lady. So far, you’re just a rude, ugly, transvestiteparading around in your panties,” his voice is so sinister. “How about Ishow you how a lady is supposed to thank her boss,” he sneers as heunzips his pants letting them open up. As they do his thick, veiny cockbounces out hanging low from gravity. I gasp involuntarily at hismonster. “A real lady would already be on her knees giving me a properthanks.” It’s a thick as my wrist and almost as long as my forearmwrapped with puffy ridges and capped with a large, pink mushroom of ahead. My mind suddenly thinks back to why I was so smitten by Toby whenmy boss has the better prize. Oh, yes. It is a prize, and I’m going torevel in it as much as he’ll let me.I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees and grasp it with both of my hands.My fingers sink into the iron-hard pole’s outer skin and begin to caressand stroke it lovingly. You know, men are always thinking with theircocks. It’s about time I start thinking with his. I look up to his smugface. No matter. I got what I want.My boy parts are squeezed a little tighter as if my panties were toosmall. Not losing a stroke of his cock, my other hand reaches down toinvestigate my nethers. Between my legs, the panties feel hardened andtense. They’re pushing up on my parts and seem to be shrinking aroundthe front condensing around my little clitty. It’s uncomfortable enoughfor me to grimace a little. It feels like a balloon is inflatingunderneath my boy parts sending them tighter up against me. The outsidedoesn’t feel soft or inflated. They feel almost smooth and flat. If Ididn’t know what I was packing, I could swear that I was feeling at asmooth female crotch. As I place my mouth on the tip and open I gruntloudly from a sudden punch of aches coming from between my legs. Itfeels like something was just pushed harshly into me. The pressurecontinues as the painful sensation repeats sending another odd feelingdeep into my hips from below. I sit back reeling in the pain trying tocatch my breath.”Hey girl, who told you to stop? Get back to work,” he commands fromabove looking down with annoyance. I shake my head and swallow. He’sright. This magnificent cock needs my love and attention, and I can’t beselfish by ignoring it. No, this cock needs me, and I can’t let it down.I rise up and grip it again and wrap my lips around the head stroking,pulling with my hands. Inch-by-inch it slides deeper into my mouth.Like a good girl, I get it wet enough to provide a slippery surface formy hands to jerk the rest. “When I tell you take it out and lay it onyour face,” he instructs. I look at him confused. Shouldn’t he want meto swallow? That’s what guys like, right? “You heard me. When I cum, Iwant to across your face.” That sounds like an odd request, but who am Ito argue. I continue to worship my wonderful pole for just a couple moreminutes, enough to make my jaw a little sore. “Ready?” he sayssurprising me with his quickness. Toby was never this fast. “Now!” hescreams jerking his cock out of my mouth with a plop and pointing itright at my eyes. A shot of warm fluid sprays across the bridge of mynose and into my right eye followed by another and another. Reflexively,I close my eyes wondering if I really look like those whores from theinternet. His hands bounce it back and forth across my face completelycovering it in a warm blanket of wetness until it works its way back tomy mouth. I open it just as his penis slides deeply into it stillshooting his essence into the back of my throat. I gag, and mercifully,he slides it back out before I fall forward into a coughing fit. The cummust have coated my throat because my coughs are off-timbre like they’rejust a couple octaves higher. Each burst of coughs brings it a littlehigher until I can distinctly hear a female coughing with me.I don’t dare open my eyes for fear of getting his semen in them, so Ilean back and look up to where I think he is after I overcome thecoughing fits. “Wow, that was fast. Was I that good?” I say in an alienvoice. I like it.”You were definitely a good girl. Do you think you can do thisregularly?” he asks.”Only if you can last longer,” I tease hoping that he can see how eager Iam to do this again.”Okay, smartass. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom. When you comeback we’ll discuss how much you want me to be your regular fuck,” hecommands with a sudden booming voice. As I stand up the semen coveringmy face feels more like a face wrap than anything wet. It’s hardeningquickly pushing and pulling the skin is odd directions. I reach up andpull on one side. Like a sticker it peels off thickly in one piecepulling and separating as it clings to my skin. Determined, I pullharder until it exposes one side of my face including an eye.Underneath, my skin looks smoother and oddly less angular. My eye seemsto have retained its oval shape from my doll dream… a dream?The semen face peel is gone along with the tight panties. I stare at theodd image of what could be my face attached to a girl’s body. It kindalooks like it, but is softer and… less angular. It was another dream.ANOTHER dream! I’ve been dreaming this whole time. No, that’s not howit works. It doesn’t give me a bunch of visions. There’s one. There’sone vision and I start a slow change. That’s how it works. That’s howit works! There, still laying on their sides, the two bottles that my exgave me serve as the answer to my confusion. Two. I took two at a time.I wasn’t supposed to. She said not to, but I was stupid and tried tohurry the process. Now I’m not sure when these trances are going tostop.I groan a little as it feels like I must’ve hit myself in the balls whiledipping. The cut is still there, but hardly big enough to warrant thedull ache that’s growing there. Maybe I’m just hungry. It’s been a hellof a night, and I never really had a chance to eat. I take a couple ofsteps towards the kitchen and relish the sensations. Girls feel weird onthe inside. Well, no, not weird. We’re just more… fluid when we walk.See? I can sway my tits back and forth, and these hips don’t lie. Eachstep brings a definite jiggle from all over. I seem to always be motion.I bring each foot over the other with my steps into the dining room likea runway model. It feels so easy and powerful. They slide into asensual pattern around and out. I bet I can make a guy hard doing this.Hell, I bet I’d make women wet as well.The ache balloons out a bit. It’s not painful so much as justuncomfortable like in that last dip. I can tell that it’s building up,but I’m not completely sure about what it’ll change. I didn’t have any…girl parts… down there in the dip trance. I just wore that pair ofpanties and gave Herald a blow job. Yuck, why in the hell would I dreamabout him?As I reach the kitchen my sinuses seem to pulse. I’m sure it’s more dipworking, because it feels like I’ve been hit with a cloud of pollen.Little movements undulate and flare out within the cavity between myeyes. I bring my hand up to rub my forehead and nose trying to massagethe irritated nasal passages. My cheeks suddenly tighten up forcing mymouth wide open and I yawn making sure to stretch as many facial musclesas possible. My hands then move down to manipulate those muscles aswell.I see only some leftovers from the other night, so they’ll have to do.There’s some stir fry that I could cook, but the threat of an ill-timeddip trance brings me back to something with less effort. I toss some oldchicken into the microwave as I again yawn widely stretching my facialmuscles. My fingers vibrate uncontrollably as they again massage thetightening skin and escort manisa sore muscles underneath. Is it nerves or a side-effect of the dips?Once the microwave dings its announcement of my re-cooked meal, I pick itup and notice that my shoulders and arms a little sore as well. Pushingthrough the discomfort, I walk over to the table and try to find a momentof solace. My sinuses flare out putting a sudden and sharp pressurebetween my eyes causing me to grunt out “fuck!” It squeaked a little.Maybe I overexerted my voice box earlier. I give myself a moment toallow the pressure to pass, and try to eat something. It has been a longtime since I’ve eaten, and this chicken won’t last long.Every so often my face seems to tighten up or a muscle spasms. The spacebetween my legs seems to be going through the same treatment as ittightens and shudders, too. The house feels so empty. The only soundsare my own grunts and even those don’t sound that same anymore. If onlythere was someone to share it with. I would like Toby to be here, butthat’s not gonna happen anytime soon. I mean, it’d be nice to have aboyfriend to help me through this. Too bad he’s only into boys. Justthe other day I’d gladly let Cammie move in, but now I don’t know abouthaving another girl stay here with me. Maybe it’d be fun, but she’s in adark place, and I don’t need that kind of drama. I’ve got too much of myown. Wait…’another girl’? That means that I… I don’t… Quick, thinkabout a boy. They’re all over ‘there’. Not ‘here’. We’re not the sameanymore, are we? He’s a part of something else – another group ofpeople. I’m… I’m not a boy anymore. ‘They’re’ boys. Not me. I’m… agirl.Cammie’s succeeded. She’s turned me into a girl. We’re closer now likewe belong on the same team. I feel like we are the same. Only, I’mstill missing that one part. Surely, it’s hidden in one of those vials.Then, I’d be complete. I’d be…Oh! Geez. What the hell? That bubble between my legs that has beenslowly growing all night just burst sending a rush of something up intomy body from below. A wave of cool energy spreads out from my center,and I reach down to try to feel what’s happening. Below my clitty is nowtensed up and pressed deeply into my crotch. The pressure from beforereturns as it feels like my other ball is pressed even deeper into myhips. I scream out from the discomfort, but the voice is higher pitchedand more melodic. The pressure grows strongly until it, too, burstssending a cool wave of something deep into my torso. My shaking handsrub and caress trying to ease some of the pain, but discover that there’snothing to comfort. The skin of my scrotum has completely pulled drumtight across the bottom of my body leaving me with only a pinky-sized,downward-pointing clitty in my crotch. Sharp aches radiate out quickly,but is quickly replaced by a strange arousal.Once again my face contorts as odd pressures wash across it. I gruntagain and work my jaw in circles as the wave joins the wave below.Anticipating that I may have another trance, I try to stumble my way backto bed leaving what I didn’t eat for the morning. It’s not like I havean appetite anymore, anyway. After a couple of steps a white-hot wave ofarousal washes over me followed by tingles. My hips jerk a couple oftimes. Then, as if needing to expel it from my body, a white stream ofsemen jets out of my clitty and onto the inside of my legs and thecarpet. It’s followed by another. My body slumps over and an immensepurge presses out a longer torrent of semen making me wince as I beardown and yelp in a high voice. It happens again making me cry outtearfully. I’ve never cum like this before. It feels like it’s beingforced from my body as if it were toxic. Through the tears, I stand upagain and continue to the safety of my bed light-headed and weak drippingwith sticky cum between my thighs. Again, my face pulls outward makingmy jaw open and lips to smile. Inside, my jaw cracks and pops. As Ireach the bed, I fall and escape the hell my body is contorting throughby passing out.Chapter 11The bright sun streams through the blinds casting its light across thebed, the wall, and my eyes waking me up from the dreamless sleep. It’smorning. I look at the clock on the nightstand where it thankfully showsthat I have plenty of time to get to work. The aches and pains from lastnight are gone and replaced by an odd combination of both unfamiliarityyet contentment. I stretch widely underneath the covers feeling thecrust of last night’s emissions flake off and the texture of the sheetsall over reminding myself that I’m still nude. Gazing down two hillspush up from my chest and are exposed as my stretching pulls the sheetsdown to almost my hips. I grunt loudly with my new feminine voice. I’mokay. I survived the night. Oh, that was a terrible night. Everything,it seems, went wrong, and it would not stop. Okay! Whatever. It’s overnow, and I have to get to work. Let’s just try to bring some stabilityand peace back today so I can leave last night far behind. I sigh as Iremember that there were changes last night, and brace myself forwhatever the bathroom mirror shows. I twist around much more easily thanI used to and land feet first on the floor. My entire body takes asecond to jiggle and bounce around sending the subtle confirmation that,yes, I am a girl all over now.A quick look over and the only thing that I notice has changed is myVenus mound leading to a flat crotch. My clitty points downward anglingbackwards to my butt. From what I can see the only thing I don’t have isa girl’s cleft. Even my pubic hair is bunched together in the middle.There’s no jostling or bouncing around down there as I walk to thebathroom as all of my boy parts are not gone. There’s a clean (albeitcrusty at the moment) feeling as my thighs slide past each other with nointerruption or crowding.It doesn’t take more than a step inside to realize that my privatesaren’t the only thing that has changed. Standing in the mirror is abeautiful girl standing looking curious at herself. I open my mouth andshe does, too. Again, with the exception of the initial introduction herappearance feels comfortable and even normal. She’s… me. I make a sillyface, and she does, too.The next change surprises me as I sit on the toilet to take care of mymorning business. My clitty doesn’t house my, um, hole, to pee from.It’s separate below. With that surprise out of the way, I take care ofmy other morning primping. The shower gives me a good opportunity totake stock of any other changes, but I don’t find any others. I’ll admitthat it does feel good to soap up my boobs and roll them around in mypalms. This is the first time I’ve had a chance to really explore them,and even though they feel like extensions from my body their presence isomnipresent. Every move I make, no matter how small, jostles and bouncesthem.This will be the first time that I’ve had breasts at work, so I choose towear an athletic undershirt to try to minimize their movement beings thatI don’t own a bra. I’ll have to pick some up this afternoon. It takessome effort, but I find a button up shirt that doesn’t split at thechest. Now that I think about it, maybe I need to go shopping duringlunch. I don’t have anything to wear. Only halfway satisfied with myappearance I go to work for the first time feeling like a girl confidentthat I’m going to kick this dip thing in the butt and move on with mylife.As I pull into the multilevel garage, a thought freezes me. No one knowswho I am. I don’t look anything like I used to. Yea, I’m dressed as aman, but my appearance has completely changed since I left in a huffyesterday. One look at my ID will expose me as a fake or a fraud. Oh, Ihope that things go well. Alright, if I just keep my head down and getmy work done maybe no one will notice.The walk to the elevator is excruciating. My heart is pumping hardenough my ears can hear the thumping, and my hands won’t stop shaking.The worst part, however, is my walk. Each stride is rounder and moreovert making my body underneath bounce and jostle around. It useless tohide my body with these clothes. Everyone’s going to know that I’m aserendipity user.As I approach, Janice walks up from behind. She’s a perky girl which israre for someone who works in accounting. Her highly-styled thick, kinkyhair forms waves and mounds on top of her head which has always beenreally cute to me. For a second I forget that even though she looks likeshe has deep African roots now she was a pale, white girl with blondehair just a year ago. It was quite the scandal for her to do such athing as to change races, but since then others have joined her. Now,it’s just normal to see that a new person sitting in the next cubicleisn’t really new at all.”Wait!” a small, Jersey accent calls out from a row over. “Don’t letthe elevator leave without me!” We both glance at the source of thevoice before we have a chance to trade ‘good mornings’. Turning frombehind a grey, concrete support wall what would normally be a monstercrawls on its six spider legs and rushes towards us. Her movement isannounced by rhythmic clicks as each of her, um feet, taps on theconcrete below. She still give me the creeps, but rumor has it she’smuch like me, an unfortunate victim of a forced dip. She’s in R and D,so our contact is rare enough that I flinch every time I see her. Still,it’s unnerving to see a large spider with a girl’s body approach me in adark parking garage.My mind rests, peaceful in what I see. The dip phenomenon has become somainstream and normal that we’re pretty much blasé about people’schanges. To them, I’m probably just another girl who feels compelled towear boy’s clothes. They don’t need to know who I am. My identity willbe known soon, anyway, when I sit at my cubicle. We all enter theelevator, and a sense of comradery wells up within me. We’ve allexperienced the chaotic shift in our bodies, whether intentionally orunintentionally, and have arrived at the other side new and different.Another sentiment appears… sisterhood. The spider girl breaks theawkward moment by looking at me with a smile. Her legs spread outmaintaining her balance within the moving elevator, and her abdomen curlsup for a moment before relaxing back outward behind her. I smilecongenially back.The elevator stalls followed by a gentle ding alerting us that the firstof us has arrived at the second floor.”You have beautiful eyes,” the spider girl says as she exits titteringalong with her hard-spiked legs. I mouth the words ‘thank you’ and grin.She’s already left. The doors close and we ascend upwards again. Theother girl turns and grins at me, too. I again return a smile.”She’s right. You do have pretty eyes,” she seconds. My face turns warmas I feel my cheeks blush.”Thank you,” I say demurely.”Say, I’ve never seen you around. Are you new?” she asks maintaining herpleasantness.”I guess you’d say that,” I reply trying to keep the positivity flowing.”You dipped, didn’t you?” she questions knowingly. “I can tell by yourclothes,” her voice is a balance between girly and aggressive that onewould expect from a person in sales.”Is it that obvious?” I ask glancing down at my attire. Wow, she nailedme within a minute. This does not bode well for the rest of the day.”It’s your clothes, yes. But it’s also your demeanor. You look out ofplace, shy. You know, like you don’t fit in,” she analyzes.”I thought I was being mannerly,” my higher voice tries to explain.”Girl, in this new world we are the ones in power. You need to acceptit,” she preaches as the elevator numbers continue to climb. “We haveevolved beyond those others. We are blessed with experiencing life inall of its wonders and have discovered its secrets that have been lockedaway for so long.””Secrets?” I ask confusedly.”How many people have the chance to see the world, I mean truly see theworld through another’s eyes? For us, we’ve crossed over the fence intothe new pasture. We have experienced what others have dreamed ofexperiencing – to see the other side,” her voice booms within theelevator. “Tell me, what’s your name and which department do you workin?””Um,” I stutter not ever thinking about my name. My body has changed,but the d**gs can’t change my name. It never occurred on me to thinkabout my name. “Leo,” I answer hesitantly.”Well then, you don’t look like a Leo. Now, do you? Have you everthought about changing your name to fit the rest of you?” she demandsmore than asks.”Uh, no.” I almost feel ashamed for overlooking something so personal.”Leena,” she blurts out confidently as if she just named her pet turtle.”You look like a Leena, and it’s close enough to your old name thatyou’ll get used to it faster.””Oh, Leena doesn’t sound that bad,” I agree. Just like that, a randomstranger just gave me a new name. How odd, but it also encapsulates thislast week. At this point, nothing is going to surprise me.The elevator dings signaling that its reached my floor. I work myself infront of the door anticipating their opening. I turn back and say “Thankyou,” not just for giving me a new name and in effect a new identity, butalso welcoming me into a new sisterhood… and um, mutanthood?”Knock ’em dead, Leena. Go get ’em, girl!” she cheers as the doors closereplacing her encouraging chants with the spirit-sapping sound ofkeyboard clicks and random phones ringing. I breathe in deep and exhalecentering myself. She’s right. I have seen more than most others, andas it stands, I’m in the middle of a new journey to yet anotherundiscovered place, womanhood. She not only gave me the confidence totake today on aggressively, but to also include me into two new networksfor people like me. Not a bad way to spend a three minute elevator ridein the morning, huh?Ignoring the random conversations and ceaseless typing and phone ringing,I make a bee line for my own cubicle. As I arrive, Toby is already atwork on his computer. It’s odd that he’s been on time so much this week.I wonder if our relationship, the shipwreck it is now, has anything to dowith it. Knowing that he knows my predicament, but not how far along Iam within it, I just take my seat and begin my arrival procedures as I’vealways done. After a couple of minutes, I wonder if he’s even payingattention. How often does a girl just come and sit in my chair?”You went and done it, didn’t you?” he mumbles coarsely.”Huh?” I ask preoccupied with arranging my desk for the day.”You’re Leo, and by the looks of it, you must be done with your change,”he states plainly while still looking at his screen. His voice soundsdisappointed.”No, I still have one or two left,” I respond.”Then you aren’t…” he starts to ask but stops. He must really be upsetif he can’t finish that sentence.”Look, Toby,” I say spinning around in my office chair, “You’re the onewho left. You can’t act upset or sad when you know damn well that I haveto finish. Don’t forget, I still blame you for all of this anyway.” Ididn’t mean to be so accusatory. He’s been a good friend, and even agreat lover for those two days. I can’t treat him like this. “Toby… I’msorry. It’s just that you hurt me last night. I needed you, and youleft.””I know,” he says with a sigh. “I’m the one that left.” Toby sounds sodefeated. I need to make amends, but he really did hurt me last night.Why couldn’t he just give me one more night?”I…” I start to say, but is interrupted by one of the mid-managersleaning into our cubicle.”Herald needs to speak with you,” he barks. Toby stands up, but isquickly corrected. “No, the girl. He wants to speak with the girl.”Damn, today was going to be so good, too. Looking at my long-time mate,I start towards the last place I want to be. As I enter, the floormanager, Herald, is looking over a file on his desk. It’s papers arestrewn all over as if he were organizing it.”You wanted to speak with me, sir?” I ask in an official tone.”Yea, um, who the hell are you?” he asks dramatically.”I’m Leena,” I say confidently. “I’m taking Leo’s place.” It’s notuntrue. He looks up from the stacks of papers and gives me a once-over.His eyes stay for a moment on my chest. A greasy smile spread across hisface as if he was a cat who had just discovered how to open the birdcage.”Okay, uh Leena. I brought you in to make sure you were okay. Water?”he asks holding out one of the office’s bottles of water. I take it andopen the cap. “You left early yesterday, I mean, Leo left earlyyesterday, and we want to know why.” I stare at him with daggers in myeyes as my anger and fear returns. Trying not to lose my temper, I takea gulp of the water to give me a second to couch my language.”What you did to me was way out of line,” I scowl.”No, what you did was way out of line. Taking d**gs on company time?You’re lucky you have a job today,” his voice grates my nerves as Iimagine ripping his head off and throwing it out the window.”You forced me to. I didn’t have a choice,” I spit back.”I didn’t hold a gun to your head, um Leena,” he has a bad habit ofturning an accusation back on the accuser. According to the rumor, andhalf of the office who overheard the conversation, he is the mostsexually harassed employee in this company. Those women who disappearedwere accused of doing the thing that they said he did. Somehow, though,he gets to bend it back on them and avoids any blame or consequences.Plus, he’s an out-and-out liar. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore anyway.I’ve been given an opportunity to create a new opportunity for one of youlackeys, and I wanted your input. It seems that you may be qualified,but I need to gauge your interest and skills.” What is he puttingtogether? I take another big gulp of the water. It’s almost all gone.”It seems that our floor is devoid of any coaches to encourage and assistyou guys. We’re the only ones, too, I hear, and I can’t have that. We’restill in the planning stages, and any position we get would be a lateralchange for you. Remind me again, how long have you been with thecompany?””Ten years,” I say, “I’ve been in that cubicle for ten years managing ourbiggest accounts.””Hell, I’ve never seen you before. Are you sure you’re not new here?Like, this is your first day?” he teases. I scowl at him harshly. “Oh,yea,” he acts surprised. “Seriously, I’ve been going over your files,and it seems very impressive. Why I never brought you in much before isbeyond me. However, there’s an odd thing that’s missing. You see, ithas just about everything in here except your cup size. Would you mindtelling me so I can fill that data point in?””My what?” I ask credulously.”Your cup size. How big are your boobs?” he enunciates.”I… I’m not sure. They’ve never been measured. Why would this be a partof our discussion about the position?” I ask. However, it’s not likehe’s not a part of me getting them. Hell, the titty fairy visited me onthis very chair yesterday. Maybe I’m not used to being a girl, yet, butI feel like I should be upset at his request. However, it doesn’t seemto me that big of a deal.”Oh, that’s no problem. Could you go ahead and take your shirt off, so Ican measure them?” he asks as he’s walking around to the front of hisimpressive desk. His eyes never left my chest. Really, I should befurious at him for being so blasé about his sexual harassment. But… Iguess it’s not really that big of a deal. He just wants to see mybreasts like any other guy would, and if I were in his shoes I’d probablyappreciate seeing my boobs, too. However, I can’t just give in to whathe wants. There has to be a price to see these.”Tell me more about that job,” I demand holding one of my hands at thefirst button of my shirt to tease him. His eyes bulge out. Maybe hewasn’t expecting me to have a comeback.”Um, the floor motivational coach would offer various services such asinstruction, and um… assistance to any sales person who needs help,” hisvoice is halting as if he’s searching for the right words. “The coachwould oversee the entire floor’s sales and be rewarded if they go up. Ifyou do your job right, then the culture here would be so productive thatpeople would be pushing themselves harder to make you happy. It won’t belong until all you have to do is sit back and let them push on theirown.” I unbutton the top button and let it pop open.”And how would I be compensated?” I continue.”Well, because you’d be the cause for the floor’s sales successes you’reentitled to any gifts that they are willing to give you. Trust me when Itell you that a sales person can be very giving when their commissions goup. It’s a system that will reward both of you,” he continues. I popopen another two buttons. “Unfortunately, you won’t receive a pay raise,but the position will have a lot less stress. I’m told that there mayeven have a workout regimen added in depending on how open you are to newthings.””Tell me then,” I add with growing confidence, “why would I be such agood candidate? Aren’t there other people who can do this job, or areyou just trying to buy me off for what happened yesterday?” My handsundo the last button and allow it to fall to the sides as I push my chestout within the thin, white undershirt.”Because you don’t have a problem showing me your tits, and that makesyou perfect for this position,” he states honestly and bluntly. I lookdown contemplating what he said and realize that my darker nipples arevisible tenting up the fabric into two points on my chest. Do I have aproblem showing a jerk like Herald my new breasts? After all, he forcedme to get them yesterday. He reaches down and rubs a finger across myleft sending a shiver of excitement all over. The hair on my neck standsup. “Think about it today. If you want the new position, then let meknow at the end of the day.” While I jerk a little at his touch, it’snot the location that shocks me. It’s that I wasn’t expecting it. Hejust reached up and ran a hand over my breast without telling me.”And my clients?””Your friend, Toby, can have them. This’ll give him a bonus on hiscommissions. It’s a win-win,” Herald grins. His hand reaches over andgrips my breast again. I yelp but quickly relax luxuriating in thefeelings of another person’s hands on me. He continues to play with themsqueezing and rubbing them together through the shirt. Every so oftenhis fingers would trace over my areola and nipples. “Damn, you’re perky.I bet you could poke a guy’s eye out. Are you sure that you have noproblem with me doing this?””No, it feels good,” I whisper dreamily lost in the euphoria of histouch. Yea, I’m not a big fan of the guy, but that doesn’t mean I can’tget something from him. Plus, it feels really good.”Good,” he states lifting his hand from my heaving breasts leaving a dullache behind, “Then think about it. If you want to do this, then you needto have a presentation ready that shows just how much you want to be inthis position.” His hands let go dropping my breasts into jiggly ballsof jelly. The euphoria dissipates, and I’m left sitting in my boss’soffice tingly and fuzzy all over.”What gives?” I ask confused why he would stop.”We all have to get back to work, Leo,” he states plainly.”Leena,” I correct.”Huh?””Leena. I need to change my ID to show my name is Leena now,” I request.”Oh, um, Leena. That’s nice,” he snickers. “Could you be a doll and dome a favor? Could you take this package over to accounts receiving? Iknow it’s on the other side of the floor, but it would save me some timebefore my 10 o’clock.” He holds out a small box. Shrugging myshoulders, I take it proceed out the door. As soon as I exit his officeHerald erupts in a fit of cackles that remind me why I think he’s creepy.It’s not very heavy, so holding it like this isn’t too bad. Like mostpeople, I glance into each of the cubicles to spy a little into what eachperson’s doing.”Here’s the package from Herald,” I say to the receptionist in front ofaccounts receiving. At first she’s not paying attention. “Ma’am, here’sthe package from Herald,” I repeat. She turns around to acknowledge me,and as if something hits her she freezes wide-eyed. “Ma’am?” I continue.Her eyes scan me up and down.”You really have a lot of nerve,” her voice spits as her bewildermentturns to anger. “Do you not have any shame walking around here likethat? I have the right mind to call security on you, but I’m sure thiscompany won’t mind a young girl walking around here like that anyway. Ithought we would be spared of that devilishness out there, but I guessthere’s no safe place to be,” the middle-aged secretary seems veryagitated, so I just leave the package and walk away. Her rants continueas they fade away into the cacophony of excitement in the cubicles.A camera flash surprises me from a cubicle followed by him holding hisphone up like he’s recording me. I look at him strangely. His eyes arebulged out and his face is red.”Are you okay?” I ask slightly grinning at the humor of this guy’sintensity.”Um, yea. Say, are you new here?” he stutters.”Kinda,” I reply not wanting to go into details at the moment.”Um, cool. Uh, I… I just think you’re pretty,” his face freezes probablymortified that he’d divulge such feelings to a girl he just met at work.I smile brightly flattered that he would be think so. For the life ofme, though, I can’t place his name.”What’s your name?” I ask approaching him in his cubicle.”Um, Calloway ma’am,” his voice almost squeaks in excitement. I enterhis cubicle and stand close enough to him to smell his gum.”So, Calloway. Do you usually take pictures and video of the girlswalking by?” I playfully interrogate. There’s no malice at all. I justwant to find out why he felt like recording me. In fact, it’s kind ofcute. Maybe he’ll use it tonight to touch himself.”Um, no. No, ma’am. I just, um, thought you were, maybe, um the newbunny,” he finally spits out. This is too fun. He’s a nervous wreck.”Bunny? Me? Why would you think that?” I continue walking my fingers uphis arm.”B-b-because you’re pretty and, um, I can see your… um…” his shakingfinger points to my chest.Getting the point I blurt out loudly, “My boobs? You can see my boobs?”A couple of guys stop mid-step to look our way. “Are they really thatnoticeable?” I ask wondering if maybe I should shop for a bra after work.”Y-yea, they are,” Calloway replies.Pushing to see how far I can take this k**, I push my chest into his armsso they contort. “You’re telling me that you like my boobs?” His headsilently nods vigorously while taking his frustration out on the wad ofgum in his mouth. “Tell me, have you ever felt a pair of boobs before?”I ask to test his experience. For all I know this could be his firsttime. He is pretty nerdy looking.”Um, yes. Yes. Once before in school,” his stuttering is really cute.I never knew that women have so much power over guys. It’s intoxicating.”Well then, what are you waiting for?” I ask. Without hesitation hishands drop the phone with a clunk on the floor and wrap themselvesroughly onto my chest. The shirt is taking much of the brunt of hisministrations, but he’s still rough. The poor boy’s eyes are loststaring at my chest. I’m not sure he cares that he probably just brokehis expensive phone. “Easy, there, Calloway,” I correct sweetly. “Girlsdon’t like you to be so rough. Here,” I say pushing him back into achair, straddling his lap, and lifting my shirt to my shoulders. “Nowplay nice,” I command with a grin. His hands are instantly on my fleshsqueezing and lifting consumed by his lust and inexperience. With myshirt up I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can definitely feel what he’sdoing to me. Now that he’s calmed his ministrations actually feel good.Suddenly, a warm breath blows across my right nipple before it isenveloped by a warm, wet blanket. I moan loudly by accident. A coupleof curious passersby peek in astonished by the show we’re giving them. Iham it up to get a rise out of them by moaning a bit louder and rollingmy hips in his lap. Sure, it’s all fun and games, but he really isturning me on. After a couple of rolls of my hips I can feel a stickysyrup between my legs. “Oh, Calloway. You’re making me so wet,” Iwhisper. His hips jump up sharply and his hands grip tightly on mybreasts. I can hear him groan into my breast and feel his body shudderjerking his hips up. Like an eruption his body exerts its strength andquickly becomes more pliable, almost sleepy. “Oh!” I gasp realizing whatjust happened. Calloway’s excited adventurous hands are now softer andmore relaxed. His head is lying across my chest lazily havingdisconnected from the nipple. Wow, I really do have power over the boys.Pulling back, his head nearly dumps forward before he catches it suddenlyrealizing what just happened. Embarrassed, his face turns bright red.”Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never done…” hestammers.”Shush. It’s okay,” I comfort. “I’m just glad that you enjoyedyourself,” I’m not lying, but it would be nice if he could finish thejob. Seeing that I should probably go back to my cubicle, I lift off ofhis lap. The white undershirt is wrinkled and twisted from the two playsessions, so I lift it completely over my head and toss into his lap.Standing topless (with reddened and blushed breasts) I smile and continueonto my desk.Like a wave centering from me more and more coworkers are popping up andtaking pictures and video of me. The phone ringers are getting louderand the overall chatter is picking up. By the time I reach my cubiclethe entire floor is buzzing with excitement. Yea, I get it. A toplessgirl walking through an office is bound to attract a lot of attention. Ilet one guy play with my boobs, and the whole floor goes crazy. I neverdreamed that a pair of breasts would have that much power over everyone.”Yea, I heard. No, I’m not going to switch with you. Seriously, dude,give it up,” Toby is barking into his phone as I arrive. The voice onthe other side is loudly begging him before he rudely slams the receiveron the phone. “What the hell are you doing?” he snaps.”What do you mean, ‘what am I doing’?” I snap back.”You’re acting like a total tart walking around here like that, and Iheard what you did to poor Calloway. What’s gotten into you?” his voiceisn’t angry. It’s more sad or disappointed.”I… I don’t know,” I respond reviewing back the last twenty-four hours inmy head. A lot has happened. Unfortunately, a lot has happened betweenToby and me, too. “What do you care, anyway?” my voice has more venomthan intended.”Leo, I…” I start.”Leena. I’m going to go by Leena now not that you care,” I spit.”Le… Leena, please understand. I’m going to try to help you. You justhave to listen to me,” he pleads. Our conversation is starting to get anaudience outside the cubicle. I want to listen, but he really hurt me.If he was serious about helping me he would have stayed last night.”Maybe I would if you didn’t walk away from me last night. I needed youthere,” I confess. “Can we just go back to the way things were? Afterall, you made it clear that you don’t want me now that I’m a girl.””That’s not fair. I didn’t mean it that way,” his eyes are starting toglaze.”Just… just stop. You hurt me pretty badly last night,” I don’t mentionthe bad reaction. Right now, now that everything has happened, I justwant to have a smooth, uneventful day – at least as uneventful as I can.”Can you just get back to work? I have a lot to do to prepare, and Idon’t need the drama.””Prepare?” he asks.”Yea. Herald has offered me a new position, and I think I’m going totake it,” I say turning back to my desk to examine how I can organizethis mess. He didn’t offer a new desk for the position. I wonder whereI’ll be.”So you are going to be the office bunny,” his voice sounds defeated.”What? Office bunny? What are you talking about?” I ask turning backaround to face him.”Look at you. You’re sitting in an office topless after giving acoworker a lap dance. You’re the new office bunny,” he explains.”But office bunnies are the office sluts. They go around having sex withall of the guys. I’m not like that,” I reply thinking about how I reallywould like to have gone a little further with Calloway.”I think you’ve been d**gged again, Leena. The Leo that I knew would beembarrassed being so exposed in the office. Remember how scary our funin the restroom was? Now it’s like you don’t care if people see you.Like I said, you’re the new bunny,” Toby seems to be distancing himself.”What if I told you that Herald is going to give you all of my clients ifI take the position?” I offer to make him less cynical of my choices.”Oh, great. You’re going to double my workload as you bang all the guyshere,” he smites in a voice that only gay guys can do with theirsarcastic wit. “Don’t believe me? Go down to the fourth floor. Lookfor Carmen, she’s the floor bunny. Talk to her about what she does.Then, come back and tell me that you’re not in line for the bunnyposition here.” I know Carmen. She’s trashy but very sweet to the men.I’ve talked with her a couple of times when I needed to go deliver a noteto the promotions department. Carmen is one of those people that makeyou feel like a million bucks after even a short conversation.”What if she convinces me to take the position?” I argue.”You’ve already made that decision. I just want you to see what the jobentails before committing. You don’t believe me now, but Carmen is youin six months,” he states. “You didn’t know Carmen before she changedpositions, though. She wasn’t always the bunny. Something happened toher personality almost overnight. I believe that she was dipped, likeyou, to want to take the position. Just don’t take too long. I hearshe’s very convincing nowadays.””And why do you want me to see her if you think she’s so convincing?” Iask.”Because you’re not going to listen to me after what I did last night.I’m sorry. I panicked last night. I hope one day you’ll forgive me andremember that what we had was amazing. Just promise me that you won’t dowhat you’re gonna do in front of me, okay?” with that he turns around andcontinues to enter data into his computer with a sigh. So, he does careabout me.To verify that he’s right, I exit and walk to the elevator. A couple ofguys record me again, but I guess it’s fine now. It’s not like I can’tstop them. Hell, I even wink at them for fun. One of them, Steven,approaches me with a grin.”So, are you our new bunny?” he asks with a self-assured cockiness.”Maybe,” I reply noncommittally. “You see a pretty girl, and youautomatically assume she’s a bunny?” His buddy groans at the burn.”A bunny wouldn’t have a problem with me playing with her tits. Are yougonna let me?” his confidence is kinda cute. I don’t have a problem withsomeone playing with me, but do I want to feed this guy’s ego?”What’s in it for me?” I grin seeing just how far this guy is willing togo.”I’ll buy your lunch,” he suggests eagerly.”Show me,” I command prompting him to take his wallet out and show me aglistening, silver credit card. I snatch it just as the elevator dingsand the doors open. No one is in so I walk with an extra sway into thecarriage. He just stands there staring at my ass. “You coming?” I ask.Without hesitation he rushes into the elevator and grabs my breastspressing me against the back wall. He attacks my chest with his handsand mouth flooding my body with tingles of pleasure. The door closes andhis grunts and my moans echo within the enclosed chamber. Reaching overhis shoulders I push the fourth floor button and feel the descendingmovement. His hand, while rough and aggressive, seem to know exactlywhere to knead and caress. Steven’s manipulations are quickly warming meup as my ass feels slippery, and I imagine wrapping my legs around hiships.The elevator door dings and we feel the accompanying settling of thecarriage. As the doors open, I push my coworker off forcefully before Istart to make any rash decisions. He seems dazed and confused aboutwhere he is. I straighten up and place his card in my back pocket.”Thank you,” I sing while walking past into the floor lobby. Damn, I’m abitch.”Yes, may I help you?” the concierge asks eying me up and down myreddened body.”I need to speak with Carmen, please,” I ask demurely and professionally.”Do you have an appointment?” he asks.”She’s the office bunny. Do they even have appointments?” I askwondering just how professional this position is.”Yes, she does. However, it looks like she may be finishing up with aclient,” he states looking over into the hallway. About halfway down ablonde girl is on her knees giving a smirking guy fellatio. “Knowinghim, she’ll be finished by the time you reach her,” he smirks.”Thank you,” I say as sweetly as possible and walk towards the couple.As I reach them, the man grunts loudly. Her head stops and she groanswith his penis still inside her mouth. Once finished, she stands up andhe thanks her.”Carmen?” I ask from behind. She turns around revealing that she iscompletely nude. A couple of cream-colored streaks run across her chestsuggest that she forgot to clean herself from an earlier job.”Yes, who’s asking?” she replies sweetly like a friendly salesperson.”I’m Leena from upstairs. Do you have a moment to talk about yourposition?” I ask.”Sure thing, sweetie. Just follow me to my office,” she commands. Shehas an office? A bunny gets and office, and the common rabble make do incubicles? She leads me through a gauntlet of males all gawking at herand me. Some are so bold as to fondle her breasts or ass as we pass.One or two grab my breasts as well. “Sorry if the boys get a littlehandsy, Leena. They’re good people, but when a cute pair of perkyboobies walk by they don’t behave. Wow, you are really cute,” she fawns.We finally make it to her corner office. She leaves the door openwelcoming me in. Maybe I was expecting velour curtains or sex swings,but her office is strangely plain. Other than a couple of dildoes on theshelf behind her expensively ornate office desk the place looks quiteconservative. She motions to sit in one of the matching chairs as shesits on the next one. Oddly, she didn’t sit behind her desk opting tosit beside me instead. Classy. The expensive chairs are covered with alayer of what looks like clear plastic. “So tell me, what would you liketo know?””I think I was offered the bunny position earlier today. I didn’t evenknow that they were looking for one,” I admit. She looks at me for amoment contemplating something.”…And you are in here to see what it’s about?” her inferencing skills areimpressive.”Yes,” I reply.”Well, as you can see I’m not some dumb bimbo being passed from guy-to-guy,” we both chuckle at the insinuation. “My job is to create arelationship with every person here. Guys, and some girls I might add,need an outlet for their stress and frustration. Working in thisindustry is taxing, and it doesn’t help anyone to keep it all lockedaway. That’s where I come in. It’s my job to keep their morale highthrough whatever they need me to do. Some just want a person to talk to,you know a friendly face. Others like to be flirted with to make themfeel strong and attractive. Sure, I’m asked to offer more intensiveservices, but it’s all designed to keep the office culture positive andproductive,” she explains with the clarity of a promotional video. Itake it all in impressed that the bunny position really is more than justthe office slut. Maybe this would be a positive move for me.”Did you take a pay cut?” I ask. She chuckles.”No way! I make more now than I ever did,” she happily exclaims walkingover to a cabinet. After unlocking the door, she opens it revealing arow of car keys attached to the inside. “I’m not worried about how muchI make now. I’m more worried about which car to drive today.” The keyfobs all show expensive makes of foreign sports cars. “Yea, they don’tpay you the same way as the others. Your income comes directly from yourclients – your coworkers. If you build up their confidence and servicetheir needs there’s no end to what they’ll give you.” I remember thecredit card in my pocket.A short, older guy leans into the office door. “Excuse me, your eleveno’clock is here,” he says with a higher-pitched voice than most guys.Carmen walks over to the line of dildoes behind her desk and grabs anaverage-sized one.”Here,” she says and tosses it to me. I catch it bewildered as to whyshe would do such a thing. “Go on,” she motions to my seat. I look backat her realizing what she’s implying and begin to take my pants off.”Just toss those in the corner,” she says to me as she walks up to thedoor. “Mr. Barber has a thing for perky breasts like yours. You wannaknow what it’s like to be a bunny? Just play along.” I finish takingthe pants off and toss them in the corner like she said. Lining thedildo up in the middle of the seat, I squat down so that it enters meslowly. Thankfully, the earlier session in the elevator made me wetenough for it to slide in safely. I feel the fullness of it moaning alittle louder than I should. A girl needs to keep things professional,right? My eyes flutter as the sensations enrapture my body reviving theeuphoria of being penetrated by Toby. I quickly compare it to him, butpush the thought away as it’s too fresh. “Mr. Barber! So nice to seeyou today. How are the k**s and wife?” her voice oozes acceptance andflirtation.”Fine, Ms. Carmen,” a low, masculine voice booms from the doorway.Carmen reaches up and hugs a large figure obscured by the door frame.She bounces back to her official desk chair and motions for him to sit inthe other open seat next to mine. Holy crap, this guy is huge. Firstthe right foot, then the rest enter the room, and I’m shocked at the sizeof him. Surely this well-suited man used to play professional sports.”Mr. Barber, meet Leena from upstairs. She’ll be joining us for oursession if you are okay with it,” she offers. His hand reaches to me,and I shake it being careful not to sit up enough to drop the toy inside.His meaty, firm hand shakes mine making me feel even more feminine as Icouldn’t match his strength while I was a boy. “Mr. Barber here is infor his weekly today,” she says to me as if explaining his presence.”So, have you given any thought as to what you plan to do about yoursituation?” she asks him as a counselor would a client. In a sense,isn’t that what she is?”Yes, Ms. Carmen. I’ve decided to try to cut back on the long workoutsand spend more time with my family. You’re right about how lucky I am tohave her around,” they discuss. His eyes continue to scan across me andmy pointy breasts.”That you are. She’s probably feeling some resentment that you arecompensating for what happened. You don’t have to prove that you arestrong to her anymore. Any man who gives birth to a woman’s two c***drenhas already proven himself. You just need to accept that and move on,”her voice is so comforting that I don’t flinch at what she said.”I know, and I should. Thank you,” his voice seemed to quiver just now.”Awe, give me a hug, you mountain of a man. Bring it in,” she encourageswalking over to him as he stands up and wrapping her arms as far aroundhis body as she can. “Now, I need to give you a challenge to work onbefore you come back next week. I challenge you to skip your workout twotimes and spend it at home with your family. In fact, you may even wantto let her have her way with you after the k**dos are in bed. Who knows,maybe you’ll be looking for a new addition to the house, if you know whatI’m saying?” she teases. His face suddenly turns bright red. She looksup and squeals loudly. “You old dog, you! Congratulations! Leena,isn’t that wonderful?”I nod my head and smile not sure I’m catching onto what’s happening.”Have you told her?” Carmen inquires fully absorbed into theirconversation.”I plan to tonight,” he says.”Before or after your workout?” she adds.”Neither. I’m going straight home after work,” he beams.”Good boy! Now get back to your office and earn that new addition toyour house!” she laughs.”Nice to meet you, Leena,” he motions to me then takes out a small,wrapped gift. “I got you something as a thank you. Both my wife and Ithank you so much.” He leaves without closing the door.So, no sex and no hanky-panky. She just had a professional counselingsession with this guy and everyone is feeling great. No stress. Nodeadlines. Is this what being a bunny is all about? If it is, count mein!”Isn’t he sweet? I can’t divulge much more information than what wassaid, but it’s an honor to be such an instrumental part of their lives.I can say that he they were broken up shortly after a serendipityaccident that, in a sense, switched their baby-making parts. He’s had ahard time with it, but I really feel that he’s on the up-and-up. Justbetween you and me, though. He was a monster ‘down there’, so when theroles were reversed it took a little longer for him to continue relationswith his wife. He took a day off the day after they had sex to recover,”she chuckles.”Oh!” I exclaim.”By the way, I think you would be a good bunny with enough practice,” sheencourages.”Why do you say that?” I question.”Because you’ve been sitting on my toy for about ten minutes without ablush or fret while listening to a conversation between two totalstrangers. If you manage your office floor like a business like I do,you’ll be very successful. Try to avoid those who would try to just haveyou be their personal slut. That’s why I set up appointments. It forcesthem to wait in line, and that usually smooths over any rough edges. Ifyou treat this job like a professional, then you will be treated like aprofessional. By the way, may I have my toy back?” she instructs. Mygoodness it all makes sense.As I leave the floor with a thank you and her blessing, I choose to goback to Herald’s office to negotiate for the position after dropping myold pants off at the cubicle. The walk down the cubicle hallway againgenerates a lot of excitement as I’m now completely nude. It’s not thatI’m intentionally trying to get all of this attention I just don’t feelthe need to put them back on. I feel so much more open and free likethis. Why didn’t I do this earlier?His secretary isn’t at her desk, so I walk into his office. Lying on thefloor is Herald’s skinny, flat ass pumping into a woman beneath him. Hisgrunts are accompanied by her cries and whimpers. I immediatelyrecognize the pattern on her dress and realize that it’s his secretary.”Ahem! Herald, can I have a moment with you to discuss the newposition?” I command forcefully to give him a reason to get off of her.”What the hell? Can’t you see that I’m busy?!” he barks.The first thought that comes to me is ‘what would Carmen do’? She’d seethat he has a lot of pent up anger and frustrations, and he likes to takeit out on girls. Maybe I can get a win out of this by using it in myfavor.”I think she could use a rest, don’t you?” I suggest giving her tear-streamed face a nod. He grumbles and curses, but reluctantly stands upholding his pants around his waist. She stumbles around trying to gether bearings and gingerly exits the room. I hope that she gets some restbefore returning.”Well, now. What did you decide?” he spits angrily holding his pants atwaist height. Why is he not buttoning them?”First, I need to clarify a thing or two. This is for a bunny position,isn’t it?” I inquire.”Yes, I guess you could call it that,” he replies.”A bunny is a professional member of this company, and if I take it, willbe respected as such?” I continue.”Sure, whatever. As long as I get mine,” he grunts.”I won’t negotiate the salary, but I will demand one of the offices thatoverlooks the sales floor. It needs to have a door and be furnished likeyours,” I say confidently.”Well there. I would call you Miss Prissy Pants, but you aren’t wearingany. You must have talked to Carmen on the fourth, huh?” he snides.”That’s none of your business. Do I get it or no?” I continue the drive.”Yea, sure. Whatever. It’s not like I’m paying for it out of mybudget,” his voice grates my nerves. He reaches to his receiver on thedesk. “Mr. Sims?” He waits for a moment. “You’re moving back to thetrenches, make your transition before the end of the day,” he commandsinto the phone. A whiny voice complains loudly as he puts the receiverdown. “Anything else?””Allow Toby have his choice of which clients of mine he wants. Don’tslam him with my entire portfolio. Give the rest to the new hires to getthem started,” I feel that this is a good balance to everyone. Look atme, already looking out for the floor’s needs.”Yea, got it. Are you done with the demands?” he impatiently barks.”Yea, one more thing,” his eyes roll back in frustration, “Stop abusingyour secretary,” my voice remains strong even though this is a stretch.”Oh yea? What are you proposing,” venom drips from his words as he eyesme like a piece of meat.”As the new fourth floor bunny, it’s my job to help you overcome thoseurges,” I state walking over to his desk and bending over. I know thatthis is gonna hurt, but I just can’t see him abusing anyone else. Plus,I’ll consider this a challenge to tame his ass. The sound of his pantsfalling to the floor thumps and jingles. Not waiting another second, hewalks around to my bent body.”What’s going on here? Your pussy is where your ass should be. What amI fucking?””Just put it in, and don’t ask any questions. Let’s get this over with,”I conclude as his hands grip my hips and his spongy mass presses againstmy entrance. We both grunt as he slams into me aided by the wetness andgirth from earlier. Honestly, the dildo is bigger. With no care for mywell-being, he begins to slam into me jolting my body back and forthfilling the room with crude, wet slaps.”Oh, yea. Take it, you dirty slut!” he grunts. I get it. He’s tryingto sound tough and authoritative, but it really just sounds lame. I’mthe one who initiated this, and this guy is talking like he’s the boss.Toby was right, however. Why am I so nonchalant about all of this? I’vebeen walking around the office for the last hour or so topless showingeveryone my new breasts and just now walked in here totally nude. IsToby right? Was I d**gged? If so, wouldn’t I have experienced a dream?By now, his penis is just slick enough and my pussy is relaxed enough tonot be as intense, and again it’s not really that big of a deal. Why amI so nonchalant about what I’m doing?On the other hand, he really isn’t the cocksman he thinks he is. Maybehe’s just so bad and cliché at this that, like the other girls, I just gothrough the motion in an effort to get him off as soon as possible so Ican go about the rest of my day. What would Carmen do?”Oh, Herald!” I cry out, “This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this,” Imock surprise and embarrassment.”Yea, bitch! You know who’s the boss. You’re my bitch now, just likeall the other girls,” his voice is hoarse with exertion. The othergirls? So, the rumors were true.”Just promise you won’t cum inside of me,” I strain my voice to soundworried. “My boyfriend and I are trying, and I’m not on the pill.” Thatshould get him to pop.”Yea? Let’s just see how your boyfriend likes you full of my baby!” theasshole groans as he tightens up violently behind me. Our connectionpulses and I’m suddenly smooth and slick inside. Herald’s breathing israpid and strained as he pants through his orgasm. Truth be told, it wasstarting to feel good towards the end. “Fuck, yea,” he wheezes, “Thatwas grade A fuck right there.” He pulls back sliding his tumescentmember from me allowing a stream of semen to fall out between my legs.I stand up feeling my entrance still gape and drip and see my bosscollapse into his chair still nude and glistening around his groin. Itake a moment to appreciate just how wet I can get nowadays. Whichreminds me…”I also demand a bidet in my office. Your office bunny needs to keepherself clean, understand,” I direct reaching over to his tissue box andusing one to clean myself. He mumbles something unintelligible. He’slost in a post-sexual euphoria, and I don’t dare wake him so I leaveconfident that if I can take this guy’s abuse I can handle anything. Oh!Before I go I reach over and grab his button-up shirt from the floor. Ineed sit on something to soak up the cum so it doesn’t get in my chair.Chapter 12″So you’re moving to a new office? Are you so angry that you have toleave?” Toby asks over his shoulder. I’m in the finishing touches oftransferring my clients to a repository where Toby can pick his favoritesbefore sending them to the general pool. It’s a lot of hard work andtakes focus to make sure that they aren’t left in a lurch. The afternoonhas been rather peaceful considering my new position and lack of attire.You’d think that the guys would be falling over themselves to be with me,but I think Toby’s been keeping them at bay. One thing about gay guys isthey know how to turn the bitch on. He had to get harsh with a couple ofthem before I chimed in that I don’t start until tomorrow… or wheneverthe office is ready.”You know that’s not the case. I was angry, yes, still am actually.However, we can’t let that come between us. We’ve changed, and now wehave to come to grips with it. I’d rather lose you as a lover than loseyou as a friend,” I answer. I cringe a little saying it, but it’s whathe wants, I guess. We’ve been cubicle mates for a while, so the casualbanter is a nice return to form. Too bad it’s only for the day.”I really think that Herald dipped you,” he accuses. “Can you just becareful around him? Girls…” he stops for a second to contemplate what hejust referred to me as, “He’s hurt a lot of people, and I don’t want tosee you get hurt.””Sure thing, Toby,” I reply making an effort to not bring up last night.Maybe there’s a way we can still be mates without being, you know,’mates’. “I’ll be careful around him. I plan to make this position asprofessional as possible. Just because I’m a bunny doesn’t mean that I’ma slut or easy. It just means that it’s my job to keep the morale of mynew clients up.””That’s good to hear,” he chuckles, “because I don’t want to see you assome toy being passed around. You’re too good of a person for that tohappen. It makes me feel better about your choice.””Thank you, Toby. That means a lot,” I choke up a little hoping that wecan move beyond these last few days.”Leo?” the intercom shouts in Herald’s voice, “Leo? Come back to myoffice. Bring that sexy ass back over here, so I can fuck you again.And bring back my damn shirt.” Damn it, Herald’s such an ass. Relax,Leena. This is a part of your responsibility, now. You need to go inthere and set some parameters.”Herald,” I reply with a calm voice, “It’s Leena now, and we need todiscuss how we are going to keep this professional.” I’m proud forstanding up to him, and nod to Toby to hopefully relieve some of hisfears.”Damn it, bitch! Get that ass back in here. Now!” he screams over theintercom. I look back at Toby who’s visage shows his disappointment.”I’m sorry, Toby,” I sigh as I walk out towards his office. This isgoing to be harder than I thought. Herald now thinks of me as hispersonal lay, and that won’t work towards my new, professional outlook onbeing a bunny. Okay, every challenge is hard at the beginning. I justgotta be strong and firm about my expectations. A couple of guys catcallme as I walk through the cubicles, or more accurate, the gauntlet. Everyguy’s face is planted on my body no telling doing what to me in theirminds. Geez, I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.”Herald,” I announce firmly as I walk into his office, “We need todiscuss my expectations about how this position is going to work out.””Bitch, turn around,” he commands pushing me back out the door and intothe open office area. I have no choice but to follow as he has his handon my arm. “Here, drink this,” his voice drips with venom as he shoves awater bottle into my hand. “It’ll help you be a better bunny.””But I don’t…” I try to reply but is quickly shot down authoritatively infront of everyone.”I said drink it, bitch!” he screams suddenly shocking me intocompliance. My hands shake as they fidget with the cap. It falls offonto the floor and I drink about half of it in one gulp. “Attention,everyone!” he shouts commanding the attention of the entire floor.Coworkers’ heads pop up over the cubicles. Those farther away stand inthe aisles. “I want to introduce you to our new office bunny, Leo,” heannounces. “Her job is to make you happy and productive. If you need aquick blow job, this is your girl. If you’re tired of your wife’ssloppy, loose cunt, then fuck this one. I can guarantee you that it isas tight as a high school virgin.” My eyes widen stunned that he wouldbe so open and crude about me in front of all these people. I look athim mouthing ‘no’. “So, congratulations team. We just earned our ownpersonal fuck bunny! What do you say?!” The floor cheersenthusiastically.”You bastard!” I bark at him, “We had a deal that this would beprofessional and…” I try to argue, but he forces me to turn away from himand throws me onto his secretary’s desk. She looks up at me pitifully.I try to reassure her, but as I do a fleshy mass begins to poke aroundbetween my legs.”See? She loves it,” he snarls as the head connects with the softopening plunging deeply and sharply into my body knocking the breath out.The lack of any lubrication makes it sting.”Stop!” I cry out reeling in the burning pain. Look, it’s not reallythat he’s fucking me that’s the problem. It’s that he’s belittling myposition and making my job that much harder when I start to tomorrow.It’s hurting now, and I know it’s going to hurt tomorrow as I try tobuild up our morale respectfully. His hips slap my bottom roughlyjarring my body and forcing me to hold onto the desk passively. Fromthis position, I can’t leverage myself to force him to stop. ‘Smack!’,’smack!’ his hips slam into me. After a few moments, my body mercifullybegins to lubricate removing the sting and coarseness of our… fucking.”You need to remember this when you try to push your demands on me, slut.No one out-negotiates me, especially the dumb fuck bunny,” he whispersinto my ear as his rhythm smooths out. I have no choice now but to lethim finish. He’s already humiliated me, so there’s no saving face today.His hands reach up and cup my breasts. They bounce and jiggle in hishands matching our rutting. “You’re gonna be so fuckin’ sexy with thebig, fuckin’ titties I gave you,” he whispers. I crane my head up tosurvey the audience that has gathered around us. A few of them areopenly snickering, but almost all have a hungry lust in their eyes.Their aggressive personalities, such that makes them perfect for thesales floor, are now eying me as a lion inspects a lamb. Some of thesalespeople, especially the females, cast their eyes downward in pityand, unfortunately empathy, as I’ve now become the instrument of sexualrelease as they once were. No one raises an opposition to my position.Toby, for his part, is steaming among the crowd. His hands locked up infists as he knows that an open defiance would mean instant disciplinefrom the crowd and termination if not worse.Power. He’s not doing this to me for the sexual thrill. Herald isestablishing his position over me and as the first to use me. It’s apower play for him. This show of dominance is designed to use me as astepping stone for his own authority – as the one who brought a fuckbunny to the people.Herald’s arm reaches underneath my breasts and around my torso to lift meup showcasing my bouncing body. As he does I instantly realize that hemust have d**gged me again. My breasts, once perky and palm-sized, arenow hanging over his hairy arm boosted as they were pillows against mybody. I can feel the course hairs underneath as they are lifted upwardsforming a solid line of cleavage. Our audience’s eyes bulge as they seethem bounce and wobble with their increased mass. They turn and whisperto each other confirming if what they are seeing is true. The majorityof them have seen their fill, however, and are returning to theircubicles. My manager’s hands move up to fully cup them and press deeplyinto my chest holding me steady as his hips smack against my ass. I holdmy own arms down onto the desk for leverage and wait patiently for achance to move this elsewhere. There may be some chance that I cansalvage my position here.”Can we go back into your office now?” I ask breathlessly as my bodyjerks back and forth. “You’ve made your point.””No, bitch. I’m gonna make you earn your new office by busting a nut inyour ass here in front of everyone,” he grunts through clenched teeth.”Do you really think these people want to see that? Look at them.They’re not even paying attention. Are they gonna come take your placeafter your sloppy seconds?” I suggest gaining confidence from the crowd’sshort-lived attention. Thank you, guys. “Better yet, I could let itslip about how much… bigger they are than you,” I reply. “See?” I addstopping any effort and pretending that his pumping into me isn’t havingthe affect it should have. I politely yawn to make the point.”You think you’re something special, don’t cha?” he sneers into my ear.”Take me to your office and finish there. Don’t worry, I won’t put up afight,” I say pushing my butt backwards filling me up even more teasingat his aggressive maleness. My ruse seems to be working as he stops histhrusting and pulls out. My body instantly feels empty and sore, and theweight of these boobs is a bit confounding as I try to hide their effectsfrom the sudden stillness. “I thought so,” I whisper and walk sensuallyback into his office making an effort to sway my hips.Even though my chest is being pulled down by my more massive breasts theydon’t really stick out more than before. They’re more heafty and bouncearound a lot more than before, but the drink really just filled them outas they are now hanging more now. In the mirror across the office I cansee myself, filled out and quite voluptuous, steaming with feminineprowess. There’s no time to examine any changes. I sashay over to hisdesk and turn around facing him with a knowing smirk lean back beingcareful to arch my back and lift my legs up and outward so that only myheels are touching the wood. These larger breasts, no boobs, lay down tomy sides filling my armpits with pillow-soft flesh. My legs are splayedout displaying an open invitation drawing his eyes downward to my smoothcrotch and glistening lower lips. “I’m ready,” I tease.Herald’s face is red with fury. I’ve outsmarted him again. He knowsthat he has no dominance over me. There’s no fear. I’ve become what hehates, and the fact that much of me is his creation is not lost on him.He assumed that making me the office bunny would remove another officethreat, but instead armed with a body to kill for and these newly grownboobs, I’ve turned the tables. Instead of fading away in femininepassivity reeling in a new, more exploitive position, I’ve actually grownstronger. And here I sit, splayed open on his desk, not as a victim ofhis authority, but as an equal.I lean up onto my elbows and feel my breast flesh slide and wobble downto lay on my belly. “Well?” I ask impatiently. “Are you gonna finish ornot?””Get out,” he sneers.”Excuse me? I thought…” I start to say.”Get out, bitch!” he screams red with fury. I feign disappointment andhuff. To be honest, though, I really am a little disappointed. All thispower play has gotten me a bit excited and it would be nice to have acock to ride. Herald charges to me snarling, “I said get out!” I jerk alittle not expecting such a violent reaction.”Fine,” I say as calm as my nerves will allow, “I’ll leave. Too bad. Iwas looking forward to a good fucking.” My voice drips with sensualityteasing him. I reach down to grip his softening manhood to tease it backup. “I’ll just go prep my new office, then.”As I walk out of his darkened office into the bright artificial lights ofthe sales floor I decide to offer a settlement to the current tenant ofmy new office. Mr. Sims shouldn’t be put out of his place withoutpayment. It’s too bad that he’s a nice guy allows everyone to walk allover him. I’ll start my official duties giving him the confidence heneeds.”Mr. Sims,” I announce waiting patiently by the door. I say patiently,but inside I’m as horny as fuck. “Mr. Sims, may I have a moment withyou?”Chapter 13I look back and see an exhausted Mr. Sims collapsed in his chair. Hishead craned back and his mouth open passed out from the fucking I justgave him. Feeling a drop of his semen slide down the inside of my thighI reach over and grab a tissue to clean myself off. Yea, it’s not verylady-like to be wiping my ass in his doorway, but I’m not going to leavea trail of semen back to my cubicle. That’s unprofessional. Heraldbetter make good on his promise to install a bidet.Toby is focused on his screen when I walk into our cubicle. His hair istasseled and a circle of wetness surrounds his armpits.”Are you okay?” I ask worried about his stress, but also glad to see himfinally taking this job seriously. When he realizes who I am, he jumpsout of his chair and embraces me fully. I gasp at the suddenness, butrelent wrapping my arms around his as well. It’s nice to be able to holdhim again.”Are YOU okay?” he asks back.”Um, yea,” I muffle through his embrace.”I’m so sorry that I got you into this mess,” his voice is shaky, honest.”There’s no reason for him to have done that to you. I was so scared foryou.””It’s okay, Toby. He didn’t hurt me,” I console.”He ****d you in front of the whole floor!” Toby blurts out loudly.”Shh,” I whisper. “Seriously, it’s okay. He didn’t hurt me as much asyou think he did. I’m okay. I promise.””When I saw him doing that to you I wanted so badly to beat him to death,but… but I was scared,” he sobs. “I swear I’ll kill him for hurtingyou.””No, no, wait. Look,” I command and push him back so he can see me.”There’s no bruising. He really didn’t hurt me as much as it looked. Ipromise. I’m okay, and killing him won’t help out either.” I trace theside of his face with the outside of my finger to wipe a tear away.”What would I do without you?” I say suggesting that murder is out of thequestion. His eyes focus on my legs as another glob of semen slidesdown. Toby’s face immediately tenses up again returning him to a ragestate.”That bastard must pay!” he cries out furiously.”No, it’s okay,” I continue to console.”No, it’s not. His crimes against you girls can’t be ignored any longer.Look! It’s obvious that he d**gged and ****d you,” Toby growls. He justidentified me as one of the girls. How bitter sweet. Say, Herald didd**g me, but I didn’t have any of those dreams or trances.”Toby, I’m pretty sure that he did d**g me, but it’s not the same as theone’s Cammy gave me,” I say. “Cammy’s serendipity puts me in ahallucinogenic state, but I didn’t have one just now when he gave methese… breasts.” I lift them up feeling just how much heavier they arenow. Have they grown some more? “And… I didn’t have one when I was inhis office earlier. He must have slipped a d**g in that bottled water.Ever since then I’ve been so matter-of-fact about sex and showing off mybody. I haven’t worn any clothing since I returned from downstairs, andI feel totally fine with it.” In fact, I wouldn’t mind if he just pushedme up on the desk and started fucking me here in the office. Well, Idon’t have a problem with ANYone putting me on their desk. I mean, ifthat’s what would make them feel better. Before I would have balked atdoing anything so risky at work (fucking Toby notwithstanding), but nowit just seems like a part of the job like sending an email or having aconference about a new product. That bastard has d**gged me to want tobe a bunny.”Herald must not have been using serendipity, because that’s why peopleuse it. Those hallucinations are what made it so popular. That must bewhat he’s done with the other girls who left. He d**gs them to be hispersonal whores then has them fired for using d**gs at work. Well, I’llbe dammed if he’s gonna **** my boyfriend anymore!” he growls.”Again, he didn’t **** me, and I’m not your boyfriend anymore. At least,I’m not a boy,” I exasperate.”But there’s cum running down your legs,” his eyes focus to the inside ofmy thigh where he’s right about a drop of white cream is sliding down.”It’s not his,” I whisper trying to bring his emotions down. “That’s notHerald’s” I say forcing a smile.”It’s… not his?” he questions ignoring everything than what’s between mylegs. Typical male.”No, it’s someone else’s, and it wasn’t forced. Herald never came in me.He never finished,” I say holding his face in my palm overlooking thefact that he did earlier today.”But… he was,” Toby starts.”Shh! It’s a part of my show. Herald is a dominant manager. He getsoff on being the authority and in control. Toby, the other floors aren’tlike this. Their managers don’t act this way. We don’t need to killHerald, we just need to change him, and I’m trying to. That’s what I’vebeen doing today. That’s what the scene was all about. He wanted toshow the floor that he’s the alpha male, and I began chipping away at it.It must have worked because he didn’t touch me when we went into hisoffice,” I explain. “That’s part of my job now. It’s my job to helpthis floor overcome their problems. His is aggressive authority.””Wow, you’re really taking on this role, huh?” he chuckles through thetears.”It’s all that I know to do with him at the moment. If you have a betteridea, then please let me know. Besides, I need to focus on helping acertain young man reestablish his relationship with someone who loves himso much,” I smile.His face relaxes and he pulls me in for another hug. It’s deep andpowerful. “Can we talk tonight? I know that we may be, um not a coupleanymore, but I’d like to have you close. There’s so much to digest andwork through, and you’re my best… only friend right now.””Yea, I guess so, but I have to go somewhere first. I can be there by11,” he whispers into my ear as we embrace. My arms are folded into mypadded chest tucked by his longer arms around me.”Sure,” I say. “Look, I’m not really the official bunny until tomorrow,so I don’t see any reason to stick around.” All of my work is finished,and the cubicle is straight and organized. Mr. Sims will need to leavebefore I transition in, so my work for the day is done. Plus, others mayask for favors if I take too long to leave. Mental note, I will need tokeep this in mind when setting my office hours.My phone vibrates on the desk alerting me of a text message. I open itto see that Cammy has sent a message asking if I’m done with the vials.Instead of replying, I call her back because, well, maybe I just need tohear her voice. You know, to keep everything level. Her phone rings acouple of times and she answers. On the other side is heavy breathingand a slapping sound. Finally, a muffled groan makes me think somethingis wrong.”Cammy?” I bark into the phone. “Cammy, are you okay?””Oh shit, she sounds hot. Tell her to come over,” a male voice says.”No, dude, you do it,” another responds. The voices argue for a momentthen one speaks into the phone. “That’s her ex-boyfriend,” he gruntstrying to not be heard. “Um, hey. She’s busy at the moment. How aboutyou come over? Your girlfriend said that you’re cute now and love a gooddick.”It’s her good-for-nothing friends. No doubt they’re taking advantage ofher new attitude towards sex. According to Cammy, they’re the ones whocame up with the Serendipity in the first place. I immediately decide togo over to make sure she’s okay. Yea, they may be dangerous in my newstate, but she needs me. Plus, I may be able to use my new skills to getsome information about the d**gs they gave her. It’s a long shot, but Ineed to see if there’s anything more to this stuff.The wait at the elevators is awkward as a few older women give me thestink-eye. No doubt upset at my nudity. However, the two older men keepgawking. Neither one has seen me as a person. To both of them, I’m justa piece of meat. The elevator dings and I get on. The two guys hurry tojoin me, but the two women stay.”Going down?” I ask confused by their stalling.”We’ll take the next one, slut,” one of them says disgusted by myappearance. Cammy was right when she said that girls are a lot meaner toeach other than the guys are. What a bitch. I let the doors close justa hand reaches up and cups my right breast.”I wouldn’t mind if you went down,” the older man in a blue suit teases.I allow him to grope my boob, but this girl’s on a mission with no timeto stall.”You can get a feel, buddy, but that’s all you’re gonna get today. Enjoyit while it lasts,” I say reaching up to place my hands on the railingbeing mindful of the arms underneath mine. As his hands press andsqueeze my still larger breasts, I take in my image in the mirror throughhalf-lidded manisa escort bayan eyes as the pleasure of his caresses can’t be ignored. Nowthat I’m busty I really do look like my ideal woman. If I could havetaken the best parts of every internet girl that I thought was pretty I’dbe what I’m looking at. Cammy did a good job putting this body together.How did she know what I liked?The other guy is busy masturbating behind us staring at my body. Thehands are having a strong effect on my libido, so I figure a quickieisn’t too bad of an idea. Unfortunately, the elevator stops with a dingletting us know that we’ve reached a stop. The guy behind me quicklycomposes himself and leaves as soon as the doors open. The other guyturns around to zip up his pants red from embarrassment. He, too,scampers out walking awkwardly. Damn, now I’m horny, too.The next floor is the garage, so it I don’t have enough time to take careof myself. As I reach my car, my reflection in the window reminds methat I still have my clothes upstairs. I’ve been nude this whole time.It wasn’t such an issue earlier in the elevator with it being enclosed,but now that I’m out in the open it feels weird. No, freeing. It’s likea page has turned, and I’m stepping into a new me. I’m not going to goput any on, but it’s yet another realization as I slide down thisslippery slope towards who-knows-what-will-become-of-me. I sit downfeeling the cloth seat underneath, and the seatbelt pushes itself betweenmy breasts as it splits them. However, it’s almost completely enclosed inthe cleavage as a testament of how much they’ve grown. The ride to herhouse is illuminating as I’m not a beacon of attention that I thought avoluptuous, nude woman in a car would be. Only a few men stare. It’s alittle disappointing, but maybe not everyone has the same appreciation ofwhat I look like now. It’s like that time I bought the new fashionablepants, only to find out all cool k**s have already moved on to the nextgreat thing. It’s a testament of how far we’ve journeyed down this newd**g-induced normalcy. In fact, I’m not even the only naked girl drivingdown the highway.Her driveway has a second car in it letting me know that she’s not alone.I’m not surprised, but it would make this a whole lot easier without thedistraction of her asshole friends. I ring the doorbell, and it quicklyopens. A wave of pungent heat wafts over me as I recognize it as femalearousal. Her whole house smells like her pussy. Beside the door ataller, slim but still toned guy leans against the door jam. He’sinstantly attractive with a six-pack abs and defined pectoral muscles.He’s only wearing a pair of patterned boxers, and the outline of hismember is clearly outlined. I gush wetly before remembering that I knowthis guy. He’s a grade-A asshole, but damn if he isn’t a hot one. Inall of the time that we’ve been seeing each other, I never took the timeto get to know her friends. Actually, I avoided them. They were anabusive and negative influence on Cammy, and I tried as hard as I couldto remove her from them.”Damn, you turned out fine,” his voice, deep and course, strokes a fiberin me that makes me swoon. My body is fighting against me. Mentally, Iknow this guy is a creep, but I so want to let him take me. “Hey, bitch!Your boyfriend is here, and he’s so fuckin’ hot!””Where’s Cammy?” I command trying to sound strong.”She’s in the living room. Come on in,” his smooth voice is sointoxicating. Against my body’s wishes, I stamp in reeling in the strongessence. The whole house seems to smell like body fluids. It’s so thickand pungent that I can’t smell anything else. I walk to the living roomtrying not to pay attention to his hand sliding across the outside of mybreast and hips. A butterfly flutters inside and settles in my pussymaking it actually spasm. I don’t think that moan was loud enough forhim to hear me. At least I hope he didn’t.Cammy has always been very meticulous about how clean her house is. It’sone of the reasons I liked so much. Her place is always clean andorganized, and I hoped that she’d bring it to my place if we ever gotserious. Piles of discarded trash and splatter stains line the hallwayand floor, however. From the looks of it, no one’s cleaned her house indays. The carpet is stained and the piles of refuse create a narrowwinding walkway to her living room. Geez, her house is a dump. I curlmy nose in disgust.I turn from the hallway to the largest room in her house to see my formergirlfriend on all fours with her face pressed against the groin ofanother guy. He’s quite buff bloated with bulging muscles and anartificial orange tan. His hand is on the back of her head while hiseyes are closed in euphoria.”Hey bitch! I said your asshole boyfriend is here,” the guy behind meblurts out rudely shoving me forward as if presenting me to her. Hechuckles a bit before correcting himself, “I mean, your GIRLfriend ishere.””Cammy?” I ask trying to get her attention in a less harsh way. The guyshe’s servicing stops moaning and looks at me with a half-cocked grin.My former girlfriend pulls away letting a drop or two of moisture fallonto the floor from her mouth and looks at me wide-eyed. In the place ofher mouth is a vertical orifice with surrounding lips. It’s still gaped,not yet closed from releasing the man’s member. Another drop of moisturedrips out onto her chin and falls wetly on the growing puddle on thefloor. Cammy’s mouth has been replaced with a vagina. “What the hell?”I mouth as she stands and greets me with a full hug. It’s the mostnatural thing that has happened this last week, except our enlargedbreasts pad the space between us. She, too, looks to have taken a breastenlargement d**g.She looks up at me silently. Her eyes are glassy, but I can’t read anyexpression without a mouth to go by. Is she happy or sad?”Can we have a minute of privacy?” I ask. I’m not sure how long I canlast without jumping the guy who answered the door. She holder herfinger up as if to say ‘wait a second’ before running to her phone on thefireplace mantle. She opens her texting app and opens her hand as if toask me where my phone is. Being nude, I don’t have a place for one, so Ididn’t bring it. In fact, I left everything in the car. Seeing this,she motions to the guy behind me, and he lumbers out the front door. Herfingers quickly type a message on her phone, and she turns it towards me.”Sorry 4 pussy. It new,” it reads.”Cammy, what has happened here? How many dips have you taken?” I ask.She continues to text.”Addicted 2 them,” I reads. The guy returns and shoves the phone into myhand.”Seriously, can we have a minute. Tell your friends to go away,” Icringe a little saying it. She grunts in disagreement, but shoos themaway with her hands. They refuse at first, but relent insulting me andmy presence as they disappear into one of the back rooms.”What has happened to you?” I ask verbally.”Can’t stop. Give me every d**g they find. Feels good to change me,”she types. I’m scared. I see how depraved the d**g can make a person.It’s like seeing a person strung out on crack or pcp. It’s a frightfulsight, and you promise to never take it that far. “I think they may havegiven me a dip that makes me like it,” she admits.”Did you give me one of those?” I ask. “Did you give me the same thing?””Don’t know. Not sure. Finished vials?” she types.”No,” I answer, “I still have two more. What’s in them?” After I ask,Cammy reaches between my legs and runs a finger into my groin. She thencontinues to text.”1 slutty and dumb. Other will make body complete female by looks of it.How many left?” she asks.”I think just the two,” I answer. “Why would you want me dumb andslutty?””Because I knew you were gonna be hot. Not fun to have hot girlfriend &not have her open 2 fucking me & friends?” she replies with the text.”Why would you do such a thing? I don’t want to be dumb. I have acareer, and it requires me to be able to think,” I bark angry that shewould try such a thing.”Sorry. Feels good 2 just let go. Let them use me. I want to share.Don’t want to be only 1 anymore,” it reads.”Did you mark the vial that makes me dumb?” I ask.”No,” she replies. I see that I’m going to have to take my time tonightwhen choosing my poison. At least I know what’s in store.”How many have you taken?” I ask trying to see how far my girlfriend hasgone.”Don’t know. Lost count. Lost count of days. Need 2 try pussy mouth.Feels wonderful,” she types as the two guys enter from the back hallway.They are both naked and seem to possess larger than normal cocks. Theysway back and forth hypnotizing me.”We’re back, bitches!” the muscled one says.”Happy 4 me?” she types. I read it as the their smell hits my senses.It’s not a pleasant smell, but it seems to go straight for my libido.”No!” I cry out. “I don’t recognize you. Where is the girl I knew?””New girl. Better girl,” the text reads. “New boyfriends. Share?””No!” I try to cry out, but the thought really appeals to me. He canhave me if he just reaches out and grabs my hips. I wouldn’t fight it atall.”Boy who likes you took dip. Addicting. Can’t resist,” her reply. “Tryout. Don’t fight. Can’t deny. His cum will make you slave. I have tohave his cum now. Don’t eat food anymore. Just live off his cum.””You’ve changed so much, Cammy. It’s as if I don’t even know who you areanymore. I hope you’re happy with what’s become of you,” I admit being abit open with my feelings. Her eyes are glossy as she stares at me. Alone tear falls outlining her high cheek bones. “Do you ever wish wedidn’t take that dip?” The two guys barge in interrupting ourconversation. Cammy seems to place herself between the two guys and me.”You girls have had enough girl time,” the hot one commands in hisindulgent deep voice. “Time to have some fun,” he shoutsenthusiastically while grabbing me by my hips in front. My breasts fillin the space between us. As much as my mind wants to fight against it, Istay in place and even push my chest forward. He quickly takes the hintand begins to caress them roughly with his hands. My knees go weak, andI hold onto his shoulders to stay upright.”Here!” the muscled one demands and squirts a jet of liquid into my mouthfrom behind. I swallow before thinking about what it is.”What? What did you do?” I cough as they both fondle and m***** me. Theg**** flavor still strong in my mouth.”It’s so nice to join us, bitch. We just figured you wanted to playalong with your former girlfriend. Pretty soon you’ll be just like her.That’s why you came over, huh?” the buff one teases.”Yea, you stayed when you could ‘ave left. I guess you want to be ournew toy, huh? Do you like big dicks? Yea? That dip that we gave you isgonna make sure every dick you ever take is a monster. Hell, it’s gonnamake everything big for ya,” he touts without any fight from me. Cammysaid that he took a dip that made him irresistible. She’s right. Ican’t just let go of him. He’s so hot, any my body wants to feel him sobadly. “Hope you’re a size girl, because in a few minutes, you’re gonnaknow what it feels like to handle a monster cock. How does my little toyfeel about that?” Size girl? I’m not sure I know what that means.However, it would be nice to see if he has a big, hard cock. Oh, I hopeit’s big.His big hands slide up to my head, and without much encouragement, pushme down until I’m on my knees eye-level with his groin. Ienthusiastically reach for his member and stroke it until what feels likean iron bar forming inside. Comparing my growing experience with penissize, I’d say that it’s about the same size as Toby which was enough forme. Why would he say that he’s a monster? As long as his hands are onme, I don’t really care, to be perfectly honest. Dip or not, he has mewrapped around his finger. Maybe I want to join Cammy’s little orgyafter all.My phone vibrates alerting me that there’s a message, but I ignore it.Nothing is going to stop me from enjoying this beautiful specimen of man-meat. My hands bring the swollen, spongy head to my mouth where I feel aeuphoric sense of belonging. It’s as if there’s been a missing piece inmy life and his member has filled it. Slurp. It’s what’s been missingin my life. It fits easily between my lips as I open to take it as farin as possible. So, he wants me to be his toy? That sounds like win-win. Slurp. Don’t forget to breathe.My phone is rudely thrusted into my face as Cammy interrupts my worshipof his manhood.”His cum will turn you into addict. Be his slave if he cums in you,” thetext states. “Please don’t.” What the hell? First, she gets me starteddown this path. Then, she dumps me because of what she caught me withanother man. Now, she’s telling me not to love this dick? She’s thereason I’m here. It’s not like she’s been conservative with her dipping.Hell, I don’t even recognize her. Who would with a pussy as a mouth?She seems intense, though. Is she trying to tell me something now?My hunk pushes her to the side with a growl. I ignore her text andcontinue pleasuring this succulent piece of meat. Any girl would kill tohave access to a cock like this, and I get to enjoy it all by myself. Atoy, huh? I wouldn’t mind being his toy. As long as I am able to loveon this cock, he can call me whatever he wants. It’d want to be playedwith, for sure. Isn’t that what every toy wants? Oh! Is he gettingeven bigger? The tube of flesh presses outward inflating inside my mouthas I try to stay connected to him. My mouth and throat loosen as much asI can to keep him in. Woah, he’s getting so big. It’s going deeper. Ican’t let go.In an effort to alleviate some of the pressure I lean forward and tilt myhead upwards to create a straighter tube. Geez, he’s really going deep.My lips are stretched so tightly that they’re buzzing like little antsare crawling over them. It’s all I can see. A long, fleshy tubethrusting into my face. Suddenly, something grips my body and lifts itso that I’m completely level with the pole that’s using me. It’spressing into me squeezing me from all directions. From this angle, I’vebecome just a tube for him to masturbate with. My legs and arms falllimply as I’m now forced back and forth swallowing more and more. Aforce within me builds as my head and throat stretch to accommodate. I’msqueezed again bulging my head forcing my mouth to open even more. Itbuilds leading up to something great. He thrusts in again and I take itall as far as I can. No! I take it even more. It’s so far inside thatI’m sure that he’s reached halfway through me. Another squeeze bulges myhead once more as it slides even deeper. The pressure is so great thatmy head is swimming. Yes, use me. Use your toy!Pop!I’m now aware that I can feel the texture and searing heat of histhrobbing cock all the way through me and exits out my pussy. His hand’sstrong grip slides me back and forth along his cock as I’m wrapped aroundit. I’m a toy. I’m his masturbator.”Oh, yes. I’m gonna cum!” he shouts. I swoon in excitement. “Yes, ohyes you feel so good.”Like hitting a brick wall I’m thrown back onto the floor ripping me outof my trance. Through wet eyes I look up to see Cammy has pushed me offand is taking him into her mouth-pussy. The guy in a furious fit of ragepicks her up and throws her against the closest wall to me before lungingforward spilling his semen onto the floor near my feet.”You bitch! How could you do that?! I was so close turning yourboyfriend one of us. Wasn’t that what you wanted?” he screams angrily.She looks up at him unable to speak. The room stands still waiting forhim to make his next move as he focuses on the two of us. No one movesfor fear of provoking him, and for a second I fear that my rapidheartbeat will do so. From this angle he seems so much larger thanbefore. Quick flashes of the trance spark in the distant corners of mymind as I feel good about him being so much bigger than me. My legsspread to regain some balance, and his eyes lock onto my groin.”Hell, this bitch doesn’t even have a pussy. He’s as flat as a Barbiedoll,” he barks pointing rudely at the juncture between my legs. “He wasdoing a hella good job blowing me that I never noticed it. Damn, boy,your skills are amazing!””Well, look at that!” the other replies openly laughing.”I was gonna fuck the shit out of him, but there’s no pussy to do it in.Maybe I’ll just give you a pussy for a mouth like your girlfriend,” heteases.”Hey, how about we use that new race dip on them? The one that makesthem change after every orgasm would be a fun time, huh? I wouldn’t mindbanging a black chick or some Asian slut,” the muscled guy suggests in avoice dripping with venom. They look at each other for a second beforehe snickers and storms off into the back room. I can feel every step asit recedes into the back of the house. Cammy thrusts my phone and carkeys into my hand and nods to the doorway. Her eyes are red and hercheeks are glossy with tears. She leans forward as if to plead for me toleave. “Damn, I can’t wait for him. I gotta get some of that sweetpussy now,” the buffed guys concedes as he grabs Cammy and forces heronto her hands and knees. She again looks at the door before he forceshis erect cock into her mouth-pussy. He must not care that one of thegirls is leaving, or he’s just not that smart. Cammy must not want me toshare her fate.She’s giving me an exit. “Hey, um, bitch took my cum away,” I barktrying to sound upset as I mouth ‘thank you’ to her. She gives me subtlethumbs up before the intensity of his thrusts roll her eyes back into herhead. It sure looks like a blissful experience to have one of those.”Where do you think you’re going?” he asks to seeming no one. The ass istoo caught up in her ministrations to really care.”I’m, uh, gonna go get some more of that hard dick,” I stutter as Istumble towards the hallway and ultimately the front door. The footstepsreturn and are growing stronger. I hesitate to move half wanting him toreally take me back and half wanting to escape stuck in place at thejuncture of the hallways and the living room. Seeing her face wins outas I turn towards the door and run out to my car. I speed off watchingthe door close from inside. The d**g must be working on me because I’mhaving trouble reaching the pedals. Once out of sight, I stop to adjustthe seat’s height knowing that Cammy must be on the receiving end of someserious repercussions. Hopefully, that ass that she was with is gettingsome, too, for letting me leave.Chapter 14The interior of my car seems to be growing in scale away from me as Idrive home. A swampy puddle has formed in the seat where my body isrecuperating from the hormonal overdose of that asshole at Cammy’s. God,I want to fuck and kill him at the same time! Geez, the steering wheelis blocking my view of the speedometer now. The dip must be shrinkingme, but how far will it go? The seat is as far forward as it’ll go so itbumps into my new larger boobs every time I turn. If I take very muchlonger I may not be able to drive anymore.The driveway beside my little, paneled house welcomes me as I guide thecar in. The shrinking seems to have stopped halfway home. The wheelsdefinitely feels larger in my hands and the radio is now a stretch tochange. Tomorrow, I’ll ask for a smaller company car like those little,cute Italian bug-looking ones. I fall out of the car soft body partsswaying and jiggling comically. If I close my eyes I don’t feel anysmaller, but once open the world seems to have grown. The drivewaystretches farther than it used to, and the distance to the side door hasgrown. Hell, even the trees are taller. Some things, however, haven’tchanged like older Mr. Johnson across the street watering his well-manicured lawn. I wave feeling the skin pull my breast up into a jiggle.He stares inattentively spraying the sidewalk with the water hose.That’s when I realize the enormity of my changes. His surprise andconfusion reminds me of what life was like before Cammy and I took thoseshots. He’s probably wondering if Cammy knows about this little, bustytart that just pulled into his neighbor’s driveway. So as to not pushanything further than I really want to at this time I elect to just sneakinto the house and hope that this doesn’t cause him to come over for aneighborly chat to tell me how cheating on my girlfriend is wrong. Inch-by-inch the new world is closing in on the old one forcing everyone tocome to grips by it. Poor Mr. Johnson is just a last hold out in a worldthat has gone nuts.Once the outside door closes, everything seems to fall down on myshoulders as if it’s been released by a dam above me. Everything fromthe restroom sexual tryst with my long-time coworker to spreading my legsto seduce my abusive boss to watching my girlfriend become a mangled sexslave and the weight of the new additions of my chest press hard downupon me. I sit, shell-shocked, reviewing this week’s events in my headstaring at the wall trying to make any sense of it all. I notice that myfeet are swaying back and forth unable to touch the ground. Oh, my godI’m a monster!No! I can’t fall back into the self-loathing. It won’t help thesituation. Sigh. I need to just finish. Get this over with. To behonest with myself, it’s not the fact that I’ve changed into a girl(well, mostly) or have dipped myself into my personal wet dream. Yea,it’s all sudden, and the changes are going to be a bitch to work throughsocially and legally once this all passes over. What’s so hard aboutthis whole situation is that it it’s not finished. Cammy’s damn plan isholding a carrot just out of arm’s reach forcing me to further subjectmyself to more and more experimentation when I know that the end is goingto look like. At least I think I know what the end will look like.The phone buzzes alerting me of a text.”Where R U?” it asks from Toby’s phone. His little avatar no longershows the pink fairy that he’s had for years. It’s now a genericsuperhero standing in a superhero pose.”Just got home,” I answer.”Stay there. Will be there in 1 hr. Do NOT take another dip,” it reads.Just my luck. Here I am finally accepting the finality of this harshexperiment and Toby is asking me to prolong it?”Y not? Want 2 finish now,” I plead.”Trust me,” he responds. I slump forward brushing my nipples across theedge of the table in the process in defeat.”Ok,” I reply and leave the phone on the table. My body jolts andwiggles in all different directions as I hop off the chair and pad my wayinto the bathroom to wash off the funk from Cammy’s. On the counter nearthe sink the two last vials sit. They are labeled ‘5’ and ‘6’ withnothing else to differentiate them. Now I know what they will do, but Idon’t know which will happen first. One is going to make me an idiot andthe other will complete my transformation. I look at my reflection inthe mirror, well at least the top half as the bottom is now obscured bythe counter. That last dip only seemed to have made me shorter. Thegeneral proportions from before are the same, except now these puppies onmy chest seem a bit bigger. I need to get a better picture, so I grab achair from the dining room into the bathroom to climb upon. Now that Ican see my entire physique I’d say that the d**gs really did make me intoa compilation of what I used to find attractive in girls. My short,rounded legs and bulbous butt show a history of athletics while the topseems to be dominated by these two pillows hanging off my chest. Theyhang a little, but their earlier growth filled them out making a pointed,torpedo shape jutting forward. The pokey, banana boobs from before aregone. Finally, my definitely female face houses slightly almond-shapedeyes and a full upper lip. All that is missing from being complete liesin one of those two bottles below.I purposely made the shower extra warm in an effort to calm my nerves andrelax my muscles. All this girl needs now is to… I stop my innerconversation realizing that I’ve been referring to myself as a girl forthe last day or so. It leads me to wonder what other mental changes havetaken place. The d**g has an effect to slip new thoughts and desiresinto my head without causing alarm. My first transition away from Cammywas so slight that it took half a day to realize, and if Toby wasn’t soforceful I may not have realized it in such a ‘safe’ way. Girls arepretty and all, but they don’t have what I now find to be the mostbeautiful part of a man – his penis. My goodness, how many dicks have Ipleasured this week? It just seems so natural for me to like them. Theyhave a beauty that was hidden before, and I didn’t appreciate theirshape, texture, and firmness until I saw, no tasted, Toby’s. I neverthought about how wonderful it is to be able to enjoy being fucked by oneallowing it to penetrate me rubbing, caressing me from the inside. Theeffects were so subtle that I didn’t even gather my clothes from work.Didn’t even think about it. The naturalness of walking without them isso freeing and sublime. Face it, Leena, you’re gonna be considered aslut by those who don’t know you and like a frog placed in a cooking potyou didn’t grasp it until it was already cooking you.”Hello?” Toby’s slightly feminine voice calls out from outside thebathroom. Crap! How long have I been in here? Quickly turning off thewater and sliding the curtain back I can only see the white haze of thesteam. I reach forward and stumble out of the tub, but find that thefloor isn’t stopping my wet foot. I tumble over tripping over the diningroom chair and onto the ground. A wet shattering of a glass and thechair’s crash punctuates my landing as my hands slide roughly along thedrawers grabbing for leverage. I stay for a second in a tossed heap asthe door swings open letting the fog escape. He’s upside down above melooking at me with concern. Once he sees that I’m still in one piece(which nowadays is possible to not be, I guess) he laughs at my plight.”Wow, when did you get so small?” he asks seeing that I’ve changed again.”About an hour or so ago. I went to Cammy’s house,” I reply forcingmyself to get up off the floor. “Her friends were there, Toby. It wasawful. She’s… she’s been forced into something that doesn’t resemble thegirl that I fell in love with. Her friends are abusing her using her assome sort of sex slave. She was… Oh, Toby, I almost became just likeher.” I begin to tear up causing him to reach around me in an embrace.Now that I’m so small, his arms feel like a blanket. I curl my arms andlean into him noticing that I’m only as high as his chest.”Are you okay?” he asks. I’m not sure if he’s talking about the fall oreverything in general.”Yea, I guess so. It’s all so much to take in. Can you just hold me fora bit?” I ask needing some comfort that won’t have a sexual componenttied to it. However, if he asks me, I would. Even after he pushed meaway, I still feel like we’re connected.”Sure thing,” he whispers.”Toby,” I ask pausing to find the right words. “How long have you wantedto do… that with me in the restroom the other day?” I need to find outif I’m just at the whims of a dip-induced infatuation or if we really didhave a connection. He’s been my cube mate for years but never had anyattraction to him until all of this happened. Is what we did to set thisoff real?”Um, I don’t know,” he responds hesitantly. “I’ve always thought youwere cute, but sometimes you were an ass. You know all those storiesthat I told you about what happened at the clubs? Most of them were madeup. I just wanted to get a rise out of you. You’d do this sigh thingand shake your head. You wanted me to believe that you weren’tlistening, but I knew you were. I wanted you to know more about me, andmaybe I was padding a little. Even when the rest of the floor gave mecrap about being gay you had my back. That took a lot of guts, and Ialways appreciated you for it. I don’t know, when I caught you lookingat me in the restroom I guess all of those feelings bubbled up and I lostcontrol. For some reason, though, it was okay. When you reached overand grabbed me, I almost came from the excitement that I’m with the oneguy who I’m closest to. I was thinking that it was about time you camearound to my way, you know?” I look up at him and smile. This closenessis so need right now. “When I learned that it was from the d**g, I was alittle bummed. Sure, I rode it for as long as I could, but when I sawthat it was changing you I pulled back. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean tohurt you, but I was hurt that our budding love affair was all because ofsome stupid d**g. It hurt.””I’m sorry for being so ugly to you,” I concede remembering how hurt Iwas, too.”It’s okay. I learned something from it,” he says while pushing my headup with his finger under my chin. “I liked being close to you, and thosetwo nights we had were the amazing. I want to feel that again.””I do, too,” I mumble feeling a tear swell and fall down my cheek. “If Ichange back can we go back to that?””No,” he states plainly. “You’re not going to go back. You’ve workedtoo hard for yourself during this transition to give up and go back.””But…” I try to reply.”But no,” he strongly asserts. “You’re gonna keep that body of yours,and you’re gonna keep that new promotion, too. Plus, now that the d**gis in your body going back may create more problems. Leena,” he statesusing my new name, “I want to support you as your boyfriend, and I wantyou to be my girlfriend.” I tilt my head in confusion.”But you’re gay. You’ve said as much, remember?” I remind him of thecause of our fight the other day.”I’ve made my decision, Leena. That’s why I’m here. You’re gonna takethat last vial of dip to make you a complete female tonight, and when youdo I’ll be waiting on the other side as your boyfriend,” his voice isconfident and determined. “Too much as happened with me watching fromthe sidelines. I want to be an active part in your life, and you being agirl shouldn’t prevent that.””What? You’re just gonna not be gay? That’s absurd,” I answersarcastically.”No,” he answers and pulls out a test tube of blue liquid from hispocket. “I’m going to use this.” I look into the swirling liquidsloshing around in the glass. “It’s similar to what you took with Cammieonly the opposite.””So what? You’re telling me that you’re gonna take a d**g to make you…straight?” I ask.”No. I’m going to make it possible for us to fall in love again,” hestates looking deeply into my eyes as they begin to completely glossover. “Now, don’t make me wait any longer, little girl. Go in there andfinish this. I’ll be here waiting when you are ready.” I lean up andkiss him on his lips feeling that all of this trouble may end soon andeverything will be alright.”Okay,” I say overwhelmed with emotion. I step towards the bathroom andwalk in. The steam is still present, but isn’t as oppressive as before.The warm mist settles onto my skin as I approach the single vial restingnear the sink. What? Where’s the other?In the sink, shards of broken glass surround the drain at the bottom.Vial number ‘6’ must have broken into the sink when I fell. I begin toturn to tell Toby, but stop. Does it really matter? This is all that isleft, anyway. Whatever happens from this bottle will the last of my dip,come good or bad.I take a deep breath and focus on Toby eagerly waiting outside with hisown jar. This has to end now. Without a second thought, I reach for theremaining vial and down it before setting it back on the counter. Andnow I wait….and wait. Geez, why do doctors make everyone wait? You’d think thatthey would time their appointments better. I’ve been sitting alone inthis waiting room for almost an hour re-reading this brochure over andover again. Everyone knows how to get pregnant. Why do they feel likethere needs to be a brochure about it? Isn’t that why they come here inthe first place?The door opens and a tall, pretty girl walks out positively glowing butlooking strung out at the same time. Her dress is misaligned and theback of her hair is out of place.”Th-thank you,” she stutters to the attentive nurse who’s holding thedoor open for her. The nurse smiles in a motherly way and guides her outinto the waiting room. She looks as if her legs are about to give out asthey shake unsteadily. She grabs the back of a nearby chair and stopscentering herself. The girl takes a deep breath and places her hand overher lower belly and grins.”Leena?” the nurse calls out looking at me giving me my cue to take thegirl’s place still clutching the brochure.”Yes, ma’am,” I answer and walk to the door. She gives me an odd lookperhaps questioning why I would be here. Maybe I should have dressedmore like an older person this morning. Mom told me that I don’t lookold enough to go here, but of course I didn’t listen. It’s hot outside,so I just threw on this cute shirt and shorts. Yea, the shirt is superthin and snug, but I maybe the deep neck hole will make me look older. Ilook down to see that my two little puffs poking out from the shirt andrealize that it actually makes me look younger. Sure, I probably couldhave worn a bra, but it’s just too hot out. We round a couple of cornersof bland office hallways until she points to an open door leading into abrightly lit room.”On the bed is your gown. Please take off all of your clothes and putthe gown on with the open to the front,” she says in her peaceful,nurturing voice. “Turn this light on when you are ready,” she states andpoints to a light switch beside the door. I nod just as she slips out ofthe door and closes it carefully. Over to the right is a full-lengthmirror. Alright, mom was right. I do look like a k** in these clothes.You’d never guess that I’m as old as I am looking like this. Damn thesegenes. I pull my shirt over my head feeling my hair fall against my backand stare back at my reflection dejectedly. If only I could get a biggerset of boobs, then I wouldn’t look like I’m still in middle school.That’s definitely on the list of things to take if this works. Oh, well,wouldn’t they get bigger naturally if this all works out anyway? Now,they’re just little cones pointing out in front. I thought being toplessin a strange place would be scarier, but it’s actually not that bad. Ihook my fingers into my shorts and panties and push down sliding them tomy feet. As I straighten up I realize that I’m completely nude now, andit’s kinda neat feeling. I can see myself looking at me and she’sactually cute. All those years doing those kicks in cheerleading reallypaid off with a great set of legs and hips. Will all of this stay afterI go through with this?I pull on the paper textured, green gown and flick the switch by thedoor. It hangs down stiffly from my shoulders but doesn’t cover much.In fact, it seems to put focus on the one part of me that I came here tofix.A knocking at the door breaks me from my self-gazing and I turn aroundattempting to pull the gown together as the doctor and nurse comes is.Oh, boy this is going to be interesting. He’s so hot.”Miss Leena?” he asks in a deep baritone voice that makes me squirminside. The nurse walks to the counter and begins to prepare somemedical-looking supplies.”Yes,” I squeak.”How, then, can I be of service?” his voice melts me.”Um, I… um, was interested in… um, this,” I stammer looking like an idiothanding him the brochure that I was reading earlier. On it big, whiteletters read “So you want to get pregnant?”. Geez, I’m such a dork thatI can’t even say it out loud.”You’re wanting to get pregnant?” he asks plainly. I nod my head unableto say anything without worrying it will come out as a squeak again.”Ok, then,” he says. “Let’s take a quick look at things to make sureeverything is healthy. Go ahead and hop up on the table.” he’s being soprofessional. Oh, that makes him even hotter. I struggle a bit as it’sreally tall, well tall for someone my size at least. “Please lie back soI may perform some examinations.” I fidgeting with the strings of thegown as I lie back onto the table. It opens naturally exposing my entiretorso in its awkward stiffness. My nipples instantly harden putting twosensitive points of discernment out for them to see. “I’m going toperform a routine examination before we discuss any actions you’d like totake. Please pardon my touch,” he states officially bringing his handsto my hips and belly. He presses deeply inward with hurts a little, thenslides them up to my chest. Slowly and clinically his hands press andknead the flesh on my chest, such as it is, shooting lightning boltsevery time my nipples are brushed. “Everything seems to be okay up here,let’s take a gander of what’s happening inside. Could you please sit up?Now, this may be chilly.” I do forsaking the gown as it stays on thetable. Now completely exposed I feel his hands on my shoulders and thesharp chill of the stethoscope on my back. “Now breathe deeply,” hecommands. “Everything seems to be fine up here. Miss Leena, could youscoot down and place your legs into the stirrups, please?” He quicklyunsnaps some buckles or pulls on a lever, I’m not sure as I am lyingback. A quick vibration echoes through the table and at the end are nowtwo arms spread out. I hesitate as they are intimidating like twosterile machines forcing me to open my most treasured place. Thedoctor’s two reach around my hips and pull me down so that the legs areeven with my own. Yea, this doctor is really hot, but I’m not reallyready to just spread my legs to him.”Um, I have a problem,” I nervously squeak out.”Yes, Miss Leena?” he responds calmly.”Well, it’s the reason I came here. I’m not like your normal clients,”my hands and legs shake as the nerves grow within.”Miss Leena, I assure you that I’m a professional and there is nothingthat I have not seen. I’ll admit, now that the dip is mainstream we seea lot of new things, but that doesn’t mean that you’re strange or weird.There’s a very good chance your reason for being nervous is totallynormal. Are you sure you want to continue with this examination?” hestates authoritatively.”Okay,” I whimper gathering courage as I gingerly place my legs into thestirrups and try to relax. The doctor pulls up a rolling chair andslides up between my legs adjusting a light that makes it look like I’mglowing between my legs.”Oh, I see. Nurse, I’m going to need a PM-103 and…” he whispers to thenurse. She nods and leaves as the doctor begins to examine my personalareas. His hand slides back and forth poking and pressing aroundsometimes painfully. I try to ignore my nerves and tell myself that I’mcompletely normal. The sound of my deep breaths and the sensations fromhis examination are enough to down out any other noise I could possiblyhear. His hand reaches up to the front of my groin just above my pubicbone and presses hard eliciting a surprised groan from me. “Sorry,” heapologizes. “Believe it or not, I’ve seen others in your conditionbefore. We call it a Barbie and Ken condition, but there’s a morescientific name out there. It explains your lack of sexual genitalia andstunted growth in your secondary areas like your hips and breasts. Itbecame more prevalent during the dip epidemic, so it’s more common thanyou’d believe. There is a treatment which the nurse is preparing for younow. It is based off of the dip from earlier but is formulated to giveyou a working reproduction system. The good news is that you’d probablyhave come in later to have this procedure anyway. However, it will makeyou very moody and sore as you’re the new hormones are unleashed intoyour body. Within a month or so, you’ll start to develop like younormally would. This does not affect your primary reason for coming intoday, however. I am helping you with that as we speak, and I can assureyou that you will leave here satisfied with your decision to come intoday. Do you have any questions?”I get chill bumps from the excitement. I’m finally going to be normal.”Um, will when will we be able to start?” I ask as the door opens. Thenurse arrives with a medical tray holding a number of instruments and twobrightly colored liquids in medicine cups.”Right now. Would you please take these two medicines while I prepare?”he commands standing up and walking to the tray. I reach up and takeboth before returning to my position on the table. It’s hard to drinkanything from such an awkward position, but I do. “To start, I’m goingto massage the area between your legs. It will feel odd, but don’t worryit’s normal. The two medicines you took will commence the changes. Onewill work on your reproductive system, and the other will help with thesecond request – the reason you came in today. Please feel free to voiceany concerns or ask questions as we proceed.”A warm rush flows over me and settles between my legs. The suddenness ofit makes me squirm a little and groan. I try to keep stop myself frommoving or making any noise. It’s embarrassing. His hands press into myhips and belly as if searching or continuing the exam from earlier. Igroan from it again, but quickly bring my hand up to my mouth to stifleit. Another wave washes over me and I notice that my nipples arecompletely extended and hard. My breath deepens and I become very awareof his manipulations. One of the doctor’s hands slides down between mylegs and begins to massage into my groin. I gasp at the sensations andspread my legs to allow him room. I didn’t think to do that. They justspread on their own.Sharp spikes of tingles erupt from inside. I’m breathing heavily now asanother wave passes. My hands are grasping at the discarded gown belowme. The hand between my legs presses hard against my body and rubs upand down following the curvature of my body. I gasp again openly as thesensations shock me deeply jerking my hips up. His hands hold me downinto the table as the intensity dies down settling into a warm up anddown motion. Within a couple of strokes my body matches the motionlifting and sawing at the hand’s ministrations. I close my eyes and slipinto the contentment not paying any more mind to my heavy breaths ormoans.”You’re doing well, Leena. Your body is progressing splendidly to thetreatment,” he says. I look up at him and try to say anything, ‘thankyou’ or ‘ok’, but my lips only quiver and smile forming silent words.There’s no way I could form any words lost in the sensations as I am. Ido give him a couple of appreciative moans.Those sharp jolts from before are now dulled into warm, pleasantsensations as generated by his deep rubbing. I press downward againsthis hands to get more sensation. It feels so wonderful being controlledand manipulated like this. His fingers press more deeply encouraged bymy thrusting. They seem to mold themselves deeper into my crotch as theyrearrange to just a couple of fingers from the whole palm a second ago.My body is moving to his rhythm building up to something.Oh, he’s so good at this. I wonder how many girls he does this toeveryday. Maybe he did it to that girl who left when I came in. Wasthat why she looked like that? Mmm, his hands are wonderful. I wouldn’tmind if he did to me more often. Maybe I’ll come back. Would he likethat? Does he think that I’m cute enough to do this to again? Oh, it’sso intimate. He can take me home. I’ll follow. Yes, keep doing that.I want him to play with me. I don’t want to just be his patient, I wantto be his. I spread my legs out as far as they go and gaze up at himthrough my half-lidded eyes. I want him to see me. I want him to touchme as deep as he can. Oh, I want to feel him inside of me.”Yes,” I groan heaving through my deep breaths. His other hand movesfrom my belly up to my chest. It’s large enough to cover both of mypointed breasts. It sets off another set of fireworks in my brain. Myhands grab ahold of it holding on with all of their might allowing him topin me into this table. I moan again, “yes.””In a moment, you’re going to feel some new sensations. It’s completelynormal and is a part of the treatment. After some a few moremanipulations you will feel a sharp sting or burn followed by a lot ofpressure,” his clinical, masculine voice wavers out in the ether. I’mtoo strung on his fingers between my legs. Oh, I wish they would godeeper. I want him so badly. Does he have a wife? I would gladly beit. He could take me every night when he gets home. Oh, he would fuckme so hard, and I’d love it. We could have… babies. Would I do that forhim? Oh, fuck yes I would! I want so badly for him to be inside of me.I’ve never thought about doing something so crazy with a guy before, butI would let him make a baby with me. In fact, maybe I can convince himto do it right now. Yea, I came in to see if it was possible for me toeven have a c***d, but now that he’s doing this to me I’ve definitelymade my decision about having one.His middle finger is now by itself and is pressing so deeply into mygroin that it’s starting to feel soft underneath. When did I get so wetdown there? Did I lose control of my bladder? I can hear wet slicksounds coming from between my legs. That’s never happened before. It’sso odd, but so pleasant.”Please,” I beg through my gasping breath. I reach over to his crotchand grab it unable to really form any other words. I lock eyes with himpleading for him to take me. His finger is now rubbing furiously at asoft, wet spot deep between my legs. What feels like a bubble of tenseenergy is building just behind where his finger is. It’s growing andspreading wider from the spot. Wherever the bubble builds a hot linerolls over just behind it. Until it feels like I’m going to burst downthere. I whimper loudly as my vision grows wavy from the tears. Seeingno way to fight its growth I relax my legs and lower body’s musclesinstantly triggering a burst at his fingertips. My whole groin is wet,and his finger finds a spot to push in. It only enters a little, butwith each pass it slides in a little more molding and stretching me untilit moves freely. What were once tense muscles in my groin are now looseand pliable opening to allow him to enter me.”Oh, good. It looks like that first part of your treatment is completed.Congratulations, Miss Leena on your new vagina. Everything looks okayand is functional it seems. Would you like to move onto the second partof your visit?” I can tell that his voice is a little breathy from therubbing.Yes, that sounds like good news, but there’s more pressing matters. Ireally need him to fuck me. My hands again caress the front of his pantsand I can feel that he’s hard. “Please, doctor,” I plead gasping, “Ineed you now.””I can see that you are under the effects of the medicine, so I’m surethat you can’t really stop at this point. However, I must ask forprofessional reasons, whether you are sure about the next part of yourtreatment. I must warn you that a part of my position here is to ensurethat you are successfully bred, so I took a dip myself that will makeyour insemination an absolute. If you allow me to treat you today, youwill become pregnant,” his warning sounds more like a promise. I nodquickly before I can change my mind giving him the okay. His pants fallaway clinking on the ground, and he moves between my legs. His largehand doesn’t really move as it’s still pressing down on my chest. Alarge, spongy bulb presses against the slick area and starts to slidedeeply into my groin. It’s not inside, but I can feel the skin part andlittle tickles from feels like more surfaces to stimulate seem to hug it.I want to enjoy every bit of this, so I lean back and close my eyes. Irelax my groin muscles just as the bulb presses deeper than anything hasever touched me. The area burns fiercely for just a second as I openallowing more of him to enter. I stay stretched open filled deeply byhis presence. I yelp loudly from the surprise, but as the pain passes Ireturn to my back and luxuriate in the sensations of being so full.My imagination begins to run wild as I imagine holding a large, bloatedbelly. My now bubble-shaped boobies lie on top of the swell aching to bemilked. I’ll be huge. I’ll be marked. Everyone will know that I gotknocked up. It’ll be on everyone’s mind as they see me walk around.That means that I’ll be a MILF. Oh, my god! I’m going to be a mother!”Leena?” a feminine but male voice calls out breaking my reverie. Myback is on the floor with my legs spread widely. Such a lewd positionwould have been repulsive just last week. Now, it’s freeing to openmyself so. My hand has replaced the hand in my dream by rubbing alongthe same lines mimicking the doctor’s but only finding a minisculeindentation where the doctor was pleasuring before. No! It’s gone. Myeuphoria is fading and I whimper wishing for him to finish holding on thelast vestige of possibility that he would give me what I want so dearly.”Leena? Are you okay?” it calls out again.”I’m fine!” I scream out pissed that he interrupted such a good dream.Chapter 15 – Final”Are you… Is it?” Toby asks haltingly not knowing how to really ask sucha question from outside of the bathroom. I frantically search for anyindication that the d**g has sparked my last transformation. Any signwould do. Oh, please don’t let me be a sex-fiend like Cammie. Maybejust a forming cleft or a… a sharp grumble shakes my belly causing me togrimace. It’s a sign! Not sure what it means, but I’ll take it.”I’m not sure. Are you?” I question back wondering if he took his ownshot.”Not sure, either. Can you come out so we don’t sound like a couple ofidiots yelling across the house?” he snaps in Toby’s trademark snark.”I’m thinking it may take some time to know any results.”I relax my arms and bring my legs back to the floor to lie prone, face-up, to take in what we’ve just done. They ache. How active was I duringthe trance? I try to lift up, but the weight from my new chest holds mefast to the floor, so I roll over to my side. I stop for a second toallow the mass of my breasts to fall on top of each other in frontforming a deep cleavage. Twisting around, I lift with my arms and feelthe weight directly on my shoulders and back as they hang down and reachtowards the floor. Grunting like an old person, I climb up gingerly byusing the counter as leverage. It’s taller now, and the change in heightreminds me of who I am in this new reality. Now standing up, I limp overto the doorway really feeling the soreness of my legs and now lower body.Toby quickly stands up from the dining table to address my return. Anempty test tube rolls noisily across it. His eyes are wide open, and heruns to my aid holding his arm underneath my shoulder and across my back.He may not be a large, masculine Hercules with big muscles and such, buthe’s here when I need him. He’s what I need right now, and that’s enoughfor this girl.”So, what do you think? Am I a sexy bitch?” I tease looking up into hiseyes as he props me up.”You were always a sexy bitch, you dork,” he responds looking back intome.”You know what I mean. Do I look, um, more attractive to you?” I askhoping for a change. I bite my lip nervously and hold onto his armguiding it to my chest where I’m sure he can feel my hear raceunderneath. Unlike last time where he balked his hand opens and cupsunderneath lifting enough to feel its weight. Is it just male instinctor is he enjoying it? Either way it feels fantastic from this side tosee a guy so beguiled and entertained by my body, but I would feel somuch better to know if it means anything to him.”Of course you’re attractive. You turned into a beautiful girl whetheryou wanted to or not. Any guy would kill to do what I’m doing rightnow,” he says still lifting my chest and rubbing a finger across the nubof my nipple.”You know what I mean,” I reply flattered at his compliment. Maybe Ishould feel blessed that I turned out this way. I mean, things couldhave gone a lot worse.Another pulse radiates from inside my belly and a tingling sensationbetween my legs signal my continual progression. I keep silent and lookaway to mask any facial cues to avoid any distraction that may stop hisattention from my breasts.”Leena,” he affirms, “I don’t think we’ll ever be the same.” He pauseslong enough for me to wonder if he’s going to continue. “And whateverhappens to us I’ll stay here with you. I’ve fallen in love with you thisweek, and none of this serendipity stuff will change that.” I swoonmelting from the inside at his admission. He’s in love with me. Doesthat mean…?”Toby,” I whisper taking his other hand in mine and pulling down to thejuncture of my legs, “I love you, too.” His hand cups my groin and afinger slides over the curvature of my pubic bone. We both gasp as itelectrifies my body sending my hair on end as it climbs up my spine. Histouch feels different than before as the flesh is softer and gives waymore easily. I shudder as the electricity spreads tingling the area andradiating out from it, and my hips involuntarily thrust forward beggingfor more pressure and stimulus.I know what it means. Well, I know what it means for me anyway. Itmeans that I made a good decision on taking that last shot. We’re nolonger just innocent guys looking for new sensations and experiencesfumbling with transformative substances and screwing in the restroomstall. We’ve crossed that threshold into permanency. Surviving greatthreats and challenges seem to do that with people. My right handreaches down into his pants and finds him hard and throbbing. His eyesroll back as I grip his shaft and a flitter of a shudder flows throughhim visibly. I know that feeling and can appreciate his self-control.Secretly I beg him to overcome the sensations as I have a better use ofhim. It’s a thought that has stayed with me since the trance and nowthat I’m able to support it, I need to give in and use this body as itwas meant to.His finger is pressing deeply into the softness of my crotch. It’s muchdeeper than my hand just a few moments ago. Another bubble forms insideof my belly deep within my pelvis. I mewl excitedly and push away fromhis groping hands as the intensity spikes. “You know what’s funny?” hechuckles, “This is the second time I’ve reached down there and foundlips.” We both giggle a bit as he brings his hands back to my body likea horny boyfriend. “Hold on,” he states with a grin. I can feel hisfinger pushing hard against a soft spot in the middle of the flesh, and Iwiggle a bit as it is sore to his touch. It aches deeply, but I can feelthe bubble behind the skin has grown outward towards the surface and hisfinger is driving hard against it. I push back again creating someseparation. I want him there but not like this.”I’m ready,” I say seductively turning around and walking into thebedroom making sure to sway my hips widely to tease my man now that he’smore appreciative of my charms. I stop at the door and turn my head.”and you’d better not be wearing anything when you get in here.” I walkinto the room listening to the hurried thumping of him trying to get outof his clothes. Another wave of tingles flows through me centeringbetween my legs. The whole area is buzzing and feels like its pullingitself in. I pass by the mirror and take a quick look at myself.Centered between my thighs is a small, cute cleft folding in from thepadded flesh of the front.”Yes,” Toby nearly shouts from the doorway completely nude allowing histattoos and manhood breathe freely. “Yes, I find you very attractive.Hot, even. It’s hard to take in looking at you this way. Everythingabout you turns me on: your beautiful face, those big tits, even the slitbetween your legs. It’s so odd to find those things sexually attractive,but I get lost when I look at you. I can’t help it. I want you so badright now.” He steps into the room, and I can’t keep my own eyes off ofhis hairless crotch. It’s so beautiful swaying back and forth when hesteps. It’s so powerful and manly. There’s a part of me that’senraptured by its size and shape, but there’s a growing part that feelsthreatened by it as well. Like a c***d who talks big on the way to ridea roller coaster only to fall apart at the entrance. I’ve been soexcited about making love to it that I forgot just how big it really is.To be honest, I really haven’t had the chance to take in Toby’s sizesince I became so small. His head towers over me, and everything abouthim looks as if it grew half as big as it was. Steeling my nerves, Ijump over to the bed noticing that I can’t just step into it anymore.The bubble bulges again through a now growing buzzing numbness. It feelsso big and puffy down there making me wonder how I can close my legs. Icatch a glimpse of myself as I turn around on the bed. In reality, mylittle pussy is tightly drawn up into itself, and the only puffiness isfrom my belly padding that lies above it.”How are you feeling?” he inquires. “Do you feel any different downthere?””Yea, I guess. I’m not sure that I’ve finished. It was buzzing a lotjust a second ago, but it seems to be dying down,” I admit. “Honestly, Ijust feel impatient and ready to be finished.” He slides beside me neverbreaking our eye contact and runs his right hand up the inside of mythigh to the juncture between them. It’s tickles fiercely and I start togiggle. He stops and looks at me quizzically.”Are you sure you didn’t take the bimbo shot? That giggle doesn’t soundlike you,” Toby suggests. My heart skips a beat, and I suck in a breath.Is that true? Is it possible? Could some of the bimbo shot have gotteninto the one I took? “Hey, relax, you worry wort. I was just k**ding.””Are you sure?” I whimper nervously. “I could happen. There’s a chancethat I could have taken the bimbo shot instead and it just…” I begin tostammer, but he places his finger on my mouth silencing me and halting mypanic. His other hand reconnects with my mound pushing a finger throughwhat must my new lips and into a soft, wet spot at the base of my center.He grins as it slides up and down spreading an erotic chaos through mybody teasing my libido with the promise of what will come. I give in tothe pleasure and cast off those silly worries replacing them witheuphoria. I roll my head back, splay out my legs, and curve my body uppresenting myself for my lover… No, that’s not it. His finger finallyfinds the place where the pressure was so great a moment ago, anddiscovers that something has opened up allowing him to proceed farther.It’s calling to him urging him to go deeper begging to be filled. Ithink back to the trance and remember why I went to the doctor. I wantedsomething that he could give, but I had to give in to make it happen. Ihad to open up and invite him, and when he accepts my invitation allowhim to mark me as his.I look over at my Toby with a silly grin on his face really concentratingon his own sensations as he learns my anatomy. He glances over to me andI nod my head smiling a warm, welcoming smile. The finger once againpresses forward unstopping as it slides slickly deeper into me thananything before. I yelp loudly from the intensity and kick out, but hegently pulls me back reminding me of why I’ve chosen him as my… mate. Weboth take a second to come down and look back into each other’s eyes.The dream. Those desires. They’re all coming back. I want more fromhim than just friendship. I want more than to be lovers. I need him tocomplete me. Taking that d**g didn’t complete me. My new female lipsand soft, wet pussy aren’t going to make me whole. The dream had awokensomething within that can only now be fulfilled.”Take me, Toby. I need you,” I beg breathlessly unable to wait any more.”You don’t happen to have any condoms around do you? Now that you have…her, you need to think about what could happen,” he warns innocently.”No!” I bark and roll over on top straddling his waist on my kneestightly gripping his throbbing shaft between them. “I need you now,” Iburst and guide my body down onto the firm, fleshy pole. It’s so muchlarger than his finger and I scream out as it sears its place inside ofme. The pain is fleeting as my stronger, more basal desires overcome theobstacle. After a couple of pulls and pushes to guide him correctly in Igive in sitting hard on his cock as it fills my entire body with hisrigid, burning pole. I feel as if I’m going to burst or rip open, but mytender, stretched lips finally touch his hips letting me know that I’veaccepted him as a part of me. I look over to the cute girl in the mirrorand wonder how many times it’s going to take before she’s marked.I wake up sore and stiff from the sunlight blasting through the blindsonly seconds before the alarm goes off. Toby isn’t beside me in bedanymore having left while I was asleep, I suppose. I lie still stretchedas far to the four corners as I can feeling the sleep melt off myextremities as they begin to tingle. The wet spot from last night isstill a little damp, but I managed to stay on the other side. The newday feels refreshing, satisfying. My body is aching, especially betweenmy legs, but it’s a good ache. My hand slides over my lower bellyprotectively. God, we must have done twenty different positions. I onlycame once, but it kept me on edge for the majority of the night. Toby,such a good trooper he is, must have cum a half dozen times. Only onewas in my throat as the rest were where they need to be. The hand nowcaresses my belly clockwise giving warmth and comfort to whatever may bewithin.I doze a little more but the expectation of my new position excites meenough to pull me out of bed. Once the morning duties are complete, Iskip out to the car in the driveway. My neighbor across the street isagain outside openly gawking my way. I guess I’ll have to let him in onmy new, um position, but now I’ll just give him a tease. I need toremember that public nudity is still on the verge of acceptance as manyolder people still feel the need to make a scene about it. The seat beltslides between my titties, put the car in reverse, and I begin the nextchapter in my life as the new floor bunny… in more ways than one.Giggle!The day starts rather slow as my duties aren’t really written anywhereand everyone is still waking up. I take this time to organize the officewith my effects always keeping an eye to our old cubicle. Once again,Toby is late. I notice it because my new office door opens towards it.He stops for a second when he arrives at his desk looking confused beforeremembering my new position and office. He looks my way and charges in.I stand up and wrap my arms around his shoulders as a young girl wouldher newly-found boyfriend. He seems hurried.”We need to talk about something,” he whispers looking out the door forany spies. “I think I’ve found a way to help you girls with Herald.” Iswoon a bit as he refers to me as one of the girls. “You said that he isabusive because it gives him power. That’s why he didn’t do anythingonce you went into his office yesterday, right?””Yea, I guess,” I agree feeling pleased that he really does listen to me.”He abuses the girls as a form of power trip. So?” I ask wondering wherethis is going. Toby takes out a lipstick container and hands it to mesecretly. It’s a typical lipstick with grooved edges and a red label onthe end. It reads “Save the best for last”.”When he calls you in next time, and you know he will, put this on. I’msure he’ll try to force himself on you, so make it a point to give him ablowjob,” he explains clandestinely. I’m taken aback by his assurednessthat he’ll want to abuse me again and I’ll just give in and offer a BJlike that. “Be sure to wipe it off immediately afterwards, though. Thiswill put an end to the abuse. Do you hear me? Only put it on for himand make sure none of it stays on afterwards.” He seems so serious andpassionate. Cute.”Yes, I hear you. You just gave me my blowjob lipstick, right?” I answerback.”And take it off immediately after you go down on him,” he pushes.”Ok, I get it. Now get back to work,” I bark teasingly setting thelipstick on the desk. He leans down to give me a quick smack on the lipsand hurries off looking both ways leaving the office. A loud buzz fromthe intercom precedes Herald’s coarse, gravely voice.”Alright, bitch. Get your big ass in here. I need to get you startedfor the day,” he commands. God, he’s so revolting even after all thed**gs and stuff I still wouldn’t give him any if my job didn’t depend onit.”I’ll be right over,” I answer back in a sing-songy voice reaching downfor the lipstick. Geez, that was quick. I hurriedly apply the lipstickas best as I can beings that I’ve never done it before. Once satisfiedthat I don’t look like a clown, I walk over to my manager’s office. Ilook over at his secretary whose face is blemished around her eye andmake contact. She can’t look at me directly as she’s already beenvictimized this morning. I mouth the words ‘I’ll make this right’ to heras the doors open.”Hurry up and get in here, bitch,” Herald barks from his desk. He’sstaring out of the window to the street below.”I have a name, and it’s not ‘bitch’,” I correct forcefully in an effortto assert some control.”You’ll go by whatever I want to call you, bitch,” he replies sharply.”You need to remember who’s in charge around here.” I see an opening.”Ok, sure. You’re the boss,” I play along. “Would you like your morningblowjob, sir?” I offer in a mock bubbly voice to make a point.”Sure,” he answers non-committedly before he zeroes in on the cleftbetween my legs. “Say, have you been taking more d**gs?””I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I say.”Is that… is that a pussy?” he leans in and points to my groin inspectingit fiercely.”Yes, it is,” I say feeling proud to be able to answer that way now.”So, are you finally a real girl now?” he asks impatiently.”I guess so, I’m not sure what you mean,” I’m beginning to feel veryuncomfortable even though the d**g’s influence. His hand darts betweenmy legs and roughly m*****s me. I jump back reflexively. “What thehell?” I bark.”Oh, I’m going to go to town on that pussy,” he announces as if braggingto his buddies. He’s given me an opportunity to do what Toby says andkeep this bastard from doing anything else. I reapproach him and pushhim into his office chair aggressively. He grunts as he lands and beginsto undo his pants. In an effort to divert his lusty advances, I kneeldown and position myself on the floor between his legs grasping his cockand jerking it a couple of times to get it hard. Once semi-rigid I slideit into my mouth creating a smeared, red mark on the pole as it push downonto it. His hands roughly grip my hair but relax as the pleasure fromhis cock hits his brain. I’m trusting you, Toby, to make thisworthwhile. Otherwise, I’ve just given this creep his first taste of mysexual enslavement.”Oh, fuck, that feels good!” he screams surely loud enough for the wholefloor to hear. His body melts into the chair sending all of its energyinto his iron hard, throbbing member where it grows and stretches againstitself in an effort to gain more skin to stimulate. Geez, I’ve neverseen such a reaction to a simple blow job. “Yes, that’s it. God, you’reamazing,” he repeats as if on autoplay. I continue my ministrations aswell as I know how. Like before, he’s just not much fun to suck – toosmall and attached to an ass.He begins to jerk and grunt stiffening up around his hips. Surely, hecan’t be done soon. I’ve only just begun.”Oh, yea!” he groans just as his hips convulse and a sharp spike of cumexplodes into my mouth. Another jerk and a second wad erupts. He gaspsvisibly holding his breath making his face a deep red with little blueveins bulging out from his forehead like little worms during a rainstorm.I patiently ride his orgasm down maintaining my grip on his cock with mymouth. There’s no need to walk around with his cum on me, is there?Wow, it’s still going. I’ve never seen anyone cum so much. Cough! It’sa bit much, so I lean back and aim his gun away towards the desk where itcontinues to arc gob after gob of slick, white semen into the air. Ilook up at his reddened face to see him lost in his own universe oforgasmic bliss. Herald’s taste is still ever present in my mouth as Iguide the rest of his effluence away. I cough a little to clear it up asit wants to stick to the back of my throat.It takes a bit before he stops. When it does he drops like a rock intoslumber completely oblivious to the outside world. My bright redlipstick is smeared along the quickly wilting appendage between his legs.It jerks and another drop slides out sticking to the tip as if fightingits exit. I’m still shocked at his quick trigger, but it looks like hedefinitely enjoyed it. I reach over to his tissue box and grab a coupleas I stand to leave. Some of the drops fell on my breasts and chin, so Iclean them off dropping the tissue onto the floor as an act ofsuperiority or maybe just defiance.Toby is standing at the doorway with a wet towel and a smirk. “What areyou doing?” I ask quietly as to not disturb my passed out boss.”Here, take this and clean the lipstick off before anything else. Idon’t want it touching me,” he whispers guiding me out of the office doorand to my new office. The warm wet towel soothes my lips wiping the redoff. “Let’s go to your office to discuss what just happened.” I use thenewly installed mirror to check if the lipstick is gone satisfied that nomatter how much of a douche Herald is he stayed true to his word aboutsetting my office up correctly. We enter, and he pulls me into anembrace. My arms are curled up to my chest enclosing me in his assuredpresence, and I look up taking in his natural musk that seems to havegotten stronger since last night.”Now tell me what just happened, then,” I command with a grin.”You just solved your boss’s tyranny. He’ll no longer be able to forcethe girls into sex or **** them like he did to you. Herald isn’t goingto be the asshole that once was,” he explains.”How did I do anything?” I question.”That lipstick you wore saw to it. It called ‘Save the Best For Last’.I got it last night at the Meat Market. Leena, you just gave him thebest blowjob he’s ever or will ever have. Because of it, he won’t everbe able to get hard again. You took away his ability to hurt you girls.Now, he’ll be limp for the rest of his life,” Toby expounds beforechuckling. “Ha, you cleaned him out!””Wow, that explains why he had so much…I wonder out loud as a knock onthe door interrupts us. We both step away from each other and composeourselves trying to put on a professional face. Toby gives me a knowinggrin, and I’m sure I’m about fifteen shades of blush. “Ahem, so we’llhave to conclude after work?” I ask.”You bet your sweet ass we will,” he answers and walks by Callowaystanding in the doorway. He looks nervous which isn’t any different fromany other time I’ve seen him.”Yes?” I ask fighting through the revelation that Toby left with me.”Um, I was, uh… walking by and now that you’re the, um… floor bunny? Iwas, um, wondering if you could… um, we could continue from yesterday,”he stammers, face bright red from embarrassment. “I… want to know whatit’s like to… um, be with a girl.”I sigh knowing that I created this monster yesterday, so now I have todeal with it. “Okay, Calloway. Close the door and have a seat in achair. I’m giving this one to you today, but this isn’t why I’m here,and you can’t just knock on my door for a booty call. Do youunderstand?” I ask authoritatively trying to set up some ground rulesbefore proceeding.”Y-yes, ma’am,” he’s actually kind of cute acting like this. His facebrightens up like a k** walking into a toy store.”Alright, we’ll finish up where we left off yesterday. Can you put yourpants over there in the other chair?” he quickly drops his pants in acomedic flurry and tosses them with a thud into the chair. It misses andfalls onto the ground, but I don’t pay it any mind. As he sits back downI gawk at the size of his cock standing erect and red. He’s large enoughto make me wonder if I could take some liberties with my newresponsibilities. “Now let me sit on your lap and you put your handshere,” I explain turning around to push my butt into his hands as I sitback into his lap facing away. One of his hands quickly explore my hipsand work their way around to the front and into my cleft while the otherif lifting and guiding his cock between my lips. I stop, and put my handdown covering it. “Oh, not there. Not yet, at least,” I command.”What? Why not? Isn’t that what we’re doing?” he questions impatiently.”Not yet. You can’t go in there, yet,” I explain.”Yet?” I replies.”Not until I know for sure,” I answer wishfully holding my belly andguide him back to my ‘other’ lips. “Besides, I’m still wet here.” Ibend my hips back and forth over the head of his cock until I feel itflexing and hear a punished moan before he cums along my backside.It’s serendipitous that my ex-girlfriend chose to try out those d**gs onus. Sure, she didn’t do so well, but I’m now a hot little number with abetter job than before. I don’t even mind that I have this cute guy’ssemen sprayed across my back. It’s a small price to pay for being thefloor’s sex… I mean professional bunny. Maybe things do work out for thebest, huh?So, what is this Meat Market place that Toby mentioned?end

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