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Dr. Hooters #3: From Nerd to Babe
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DR. HOOTERS - Part III
From Nerd To Babe
[by Anonymous]
Brendon was spending Sunday evening reading the paper, and
trying to recover from the events of the previous day. He
couldn't figure out what had happened - he surely must have been
hallucinating - but he'd acted like a sex-starved boob. Which,
he figured, he was; it still didn't make his actions right,
though.
A little after 7PM, there came a knock on his apartment door.
Brendon was startled for a minute - he couldn't remember the last
time he'd had an unexpected visitor - but he quickly recovered
and went to the door. Looking through the peephole, he was even
more surprised to see Jill; seeing her looking as she always had,
he decided that yesterday must have just been a hallucination.
Brendon unlatched and opened the door.
"Hi, Brendon"
"Hi, Jill. I certainly didn't expect to see you here."
"Well, Brendon, I just wanted to make sure everything was OK
after yesterday's incident. Me, yelling my fool head off, geez.
I'm surprised Mary didn't call the police on you." Jill stepped
inside, and the two of them started into the living room.
Somewhat puzzled by Jill's apology, Brendon decided that
things must not have gone as he'd imagined them. Maybe he wasn't
such a jerk after all. "Don't worry about it, Jill. Everything
sorted itself out."
Jill seemed genuinely excited by Brendon's forgiveness. "Oh
good, Brendon, 'cause I couldn't bear to see our friendship
ruined over this. I must admit though, that there's more than
one reason I came over here..." Rather than sitting down, Jill
was moving toward Brendon now, backing him towards the rest of
his apartment.
Brendon stammered, "W-w-what's th-that?"
Jill smiled as she put her hands on Brendon's sides, continu-
ing to back him towards the open bedroom door she'd spotted.
"Well, Brendon, I realized only after our little incident yester-
day just how much you turn me on."
Brendon, flushed, tried to respond but couldn't quite get
anything out.
In Brendon's bedroom now, Jill continued her come-on. "I
want you Brendon, and I want you now." She pushed him onto the
bed. "You've got me so hot... I've got to have you." Jill
ripped Brendon's shirt off, and started working on his pants. A
growing erection slowed her down briefly. "I think you want me
too, now don't you?"
Brendon nodded. His mind raced, but he wasn't going to even
consider trying to do anything that might stop Jill.
Letting Brendon's mostly hard penis free, Jill continued. "I
thought so." Already Brendon's penis was a good six inches; Jill
was pleased that at least this belied his nerdy dress and
manners. Taking little nibbles and licks at his penis, Jill be-
gan working her way out of her own clothes.
Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. A blowjob? He'd
heard stories, but never thought he be getting one. It felt so
good, he almost climaxed at the first full stroke of Jill's
tongue.
Having gotten Brendon fully hard, a solid seven inches Jill
knew she'd enjoy, she worked her way up his body, finally impal-
ing herself on Brendon's penis. Sensing his excitement, she
worked him very carefully. She had a couple of surprises for
him, and they would be so much more fun to deliver before Brendon
came. She was thankful she'd thought to take a second injection
of the smart drug; her mind now made such matters as mind-reading
child's play. Realizing Brendon couldn't hold back much longer,
Jill began the orgasmic transformation into the Bombshell, much
slower this time.
Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. Not only was a
woman making love to him, but something was happening to her. He
watched, entranced, as Jill's naked body mutated. It was occur-
ring just at it had yesterday, but this time Jill was naked from
the start, and Brendon could watch her breasts expand, watch her
hair lighten, and catch a glimpse of her newly beautiful ass. The
growing weight on his chest was extremely erotic; he couldn't
hold back, so he let himself go and came.
At the moment of Brendon's orgasm, Jill pulled out the needle
she'd hidden in her dress, which she'd carefully left beside them
on the bed. Lost in his orgasm, Brendon barely noticed the prick
in his arm, and did nothing to stop it. Her mission accom-
plished, Jill stood up, allowing Brendon's cum to empty out onto
his penis and balls.
"OK, Brendon, now you've gotten what you wanted, and I've
gotten what I wanted. In case you'd forgotten, I'll be out of
the office the next two weeks; I'll stop by when I get back."
Still groggy, Brendon wondered what Jill had meant by 'I've
gotten what I wanted'.
* * *
After leaving Brendon's bedroom, Jill drove back to her
apartment. This super-brain stuff is great, Jill thought, as she
kept tuned in on Brendon's thoughts.
Still lying on his bed, soaked in sweat, Brendon felt a tin-
gle go through his body. Not sure what to make of it, he sat up
and examined himself. His penis was limp now, and covered in his
cum, but he certainly looked OK. The tingle began again, though,
and he noticed that his penis didn't look right somehow. Even
fully flaccid it was generally bigger than this. As he watched
it continued to shrink, along with his balls.
After all that had happened, Brendon could do little but
watch as his body changed. His legs were looking thinner now
too. What really startled him, though, was when something got in
the way of his view. Reaching up his now dainty hands to his
chest, Brendon found breasts. Not large breasts, but breasts
nonetheless; what chest hair he had was gone too. And his
breasts were growing at an incredible rate; remembering what had
happened to Jill earlier, he knew that she was responsible. For
now, however, he could only watch in amazement as his body
changed.
Standing up to look in the mirror above his dresser, Brendon
was amazed to see the face looking back at him. HIS face, he
knew, but it didn't seem real somehow. He reached to touch his
silky smooth cheeks, where there had been five o'clock shadow
just minutes before. His hair, like Jill's, had turned blonde;
his was significantly longer as well, brushing against his
shoulders. His lips seemed fuller, and his prominent-if-
dignified nose could now be best described as "pert". have
changed.' It was true, the eyes looking back at him were not the
plain brown eyes he'd grown so accustomed to, but a set of
ocean-blue eyes he could drown in.
Letting his eyes drift down further, he gasped in shock; the
pitch of his voice left him even further taken aback. His
breasts had developed far beyond "large", past "huge", into "su-
pernatural". They were heavy enough to be difficult to lift, but
were somehow held up firmly and proudly. Jill laughed a bit to
herself as she sensed Brendon examining them; if he'd known the
work it had taken to make breasts like his stand out like this,
he'd have been amazed. Even having been the one that had managed
it, she was amazed at how well the muscular and bone changes had
worked.
Seeing his body, even knowing it was his, was turning Brendon
on. He had a hard on, or what felt like a hard on, but couldn't
figure out what it really was. Getting his hands around his
breasts to his pussy, he discovered his clit; he also made his
breasts thrust out even more, allowing him to notice his own
large nipples getting hard. He'd never seen nipples this large
before, and so curious, he let one hand reach up to play with his
left nipple. Soon he was playing with it mercilessly, while also
massaging his clit more and more rapidly. Unable to hold back
any more, he lied back down on the bed, and worked himself to or-
gasm. Continuing on, he soon found the pleasure of multiple or-
gasms, and continued masturbating for some time.
Brendon's playing had started Jill's motor revving before she
was able to disconnect; having nothing else that needed done at
the moment, Jill decided to allow herself her own pleasure.
* * *
The two weeks of business briefings were very busy ones for
Jill. The briefings themselves were quite interesting; since no
matter what happened, Jill could convince everyone that they had
simply heard a brilliant presentation, she decided to use the
meetings as her very own psychological experiments.
The first meeting Jill used as the control; she presented her
material in a remarkable way, generating many very positive
responses when the day was through. But not a single man in the
room really saw her as a woman or was in the least bit turned on
by her. In some ways, it was nice; they listened attentively,
and learned much. In other ways, though, Jill was disappointed.
She certainly didn't want them ignoring her, but even just a few
surface thoughts about her appearance would have been nice.
Her next presentation she gave in exactly the same manner,
but completely nude. Still, though, there was more attention to
her presentation then to her. After a number of shocked
responses, and numerous impulses to leave which she had to sti-
fle, things went along almost as they had the first day.
For her third presentation, Jill decided to see what would
have happened had the scenario she'd worried about come to be.
She started the presentation normally, but let the hormones in
her body take effect. She intentionally slowed the rate down
significantly; otherwise she'd have filled the auditorium where
she was speaking with her breasts before the first break. Still,
it was an impressive show; the men stared uncontrollably at her
as her breasts burst their bonds and continued to grow. Their
thoughts ranged from lust to disgust; the thoughts of the few
woman in the audience were even worse, save for a strong beacon
of pity one woman gave off. Just out of curiosity, Jill let her
breasts continue to grow throughout the day. Mid morning, they
reached the floor, giving Jill a thrill as her nipples first
touched. By noon, Jill had a hard time moving; her breasts
outweighed the rest of her body. Finally, by the end of the day,
her breasts had grown so large as to be difficult to see over;
they stood five feet high, and five feet out from her body. Jill
had also made her nipples grow with her breasts; they now stood
out nearly a foot, and centered aureoles almost a yard in diame-
ter. Jill couldn't believe anyone would be sexually excited by
these monstrosities, but many men in the audience were; she had
to keep them in their seats with her will. Finally, her presen-
tation done, she let them go; five rushed quickly to the stage
and began molesting her. Or, at least, her breasts; they seemed
to have no interest in Jill herself. Finally disgusted by their
actions and not turned on by what little they were doing that
might have excited her, Jill restored her body, and left in
everyone the memories of the presentation she'd done with the
control group.
The remaining briefings offered many other experiments; Jill
tried two different voices one high pitched and squeaky, the
other low and sultry. She also gave one awful presentation to
see what reaction she would get. Perhaps the most interesting,
however, was the presentation she gave as a man. It was the same
presentation she done to start off, but still every single man in
the room gave her more credibility because she was a man. Com-
bined with the animalistic reactions she'd received from many men
earlier, Jill was becoming quite disenchanted with half the human
race.
* * *
During the evenings, as she traveled around the country, Jill
played the role of benevolent goddess. Mentally drawing informa-
tion from wherever she needed it, Jill submitted incredible pa-
pers all over the world. She knew many of the plans would take
years to be enacted, but still, it was worth the effort. In two
weeks, she'd written economic plans, environmental plans, plans
to stop hunger, crime, and most other ills of the world, and pro-
vided much needed breakthroughs in medicine and technology.
There were only two things Jill explicitly decided not to di-
vulge; she would not help the space programs, and she would not
divulge her smart drug. Both were for selfish reasons, she would
readily admit; she didn't want anyone else to have the power she
did. Her own theories convinced her that there was intelligent
life elsewhere; she didn't really want to risk the possibility
that they might be more intelligent than even herself.
Jill's favorite activity as she traveled, however, was look-
ing in on Brendon. She had decided to wait until she got back to
change him back; that certainly would give him enough time to
learn his lesson.
The first day, it certainly looked like he was learning his
lesson. Jill watched mentally as he called in sick to work, and
spent day sulking around the house. Brendon's reaction the
second day surprised Jill though. After calling in, he got
dressed as well as he could, and headed out.
Checking in on him later, she found him back at home with
boxes and boxes of clothes. She watched amusedly as he tried
them on; they just don't make clothes for the size woman Brendon
had become, and his new clothes fit only marginally better than
his old clothes. The bra he'd bought was the wrong size alto-
gether; it ended up looking more like a string bikini on Bren-
don's massive breasts than a useful undergarment.
Fascinated by how well Brendon was making out, Jill began to
pay more attention. It was incredibly easy, she found, to follow
Brendon's activities mentally while doing whatever else needed to
be done at the time. On the third day, Brendon headed out again,
this time to speciality shops and to a few custom-clothing shops.
Jill was amazed at his resourcefulness, and at how good he looked
in his new clothes. Over the next few days, Jill watched as he
worked incessantly on such things as walking in heels, applying
makeup, and dressing his new body. Jill almost decided to change
him back then and there, but decided against it because Brendon
did seem to be enjoying the experience so much.
The activities of the second week, however, truly shocked
Jill. She watched as Brendon got a job at a strip joint on the
outskirts of town, almost convinced that she was following the
wrong person. In this new female body for little more than a
week, Brendon still managed to look like a pro. Over the week
Jill watched all the big and little events in Brendon's life, in-
cluding to her amazement his first gynecological exam, but was
not thrown into disbelief again until she looked in on his Friday
night performance as she flew home. The performance itself was
impressive, Brendon showing significant improvement in just his
first week. What shocked Jill, however, was the offer he re-
ceived to to a porno film afterwards and his rapid agreement.
'My God,' Jill thought, 'not only have I created a monster, I've
created a slut. Well, maybe not - he's still a virgin.' This
gave Jill a thought.
* * *
It was almost midnight when Brendon heard the knock on his
door; with all the excitement of the past two weeks, he would
have been up anyway, but this knock he was expecting. He opened
the door to see an incredible specimen of a man; six feet tall,
muscular, handsome, and with a huge bulge in his jeans.
"Hello, Jill," Brendon said in his most seductive voice.
Jill was a bit taken aback. "How did you know?"
"Easy, Jill. You were able to change my body, and were gone
for the past two weeks. I knew you'd come back to see the
results."
"I've been watching," Jill responded, not certain how to
proceed.
"Oh, good. Don't I make a good girl?" Brendon glowed with
pride, and it made him look all the sexier. "You know, I've been
saving myself for you."
Jill didn't know this; it annoyed her that she didn't. Be-
fore she'd said anything, Brendon grabbed her hand with his and
started leading her into his bedroom.
"Come on Jill. I can't wait much longer. I'm always so HOR-
NY in this body..."
Jill followed Brendon into the bedroom, and let him lie her
down on the bed. He removed her shirt, shoes, and socks, and
then finally his pants and underpants. He noticeably gasped when
he saw Jill's cock - it was a foot long, and still growing.
"My god you've got a big one Jill! Not that I'm one to
talk..." Brendon pulled his T-shirt and bra off in one motion,
revealing his tits. Jill looked in amazement as Brendon contin-
ued to strip. She knew how big they were, but still they were
even more impressive in person.
Coming over to Jill, Brendon began rubbing his body against
Jill's, and playing with her now rock-hard penis. "You know how
big they are, Jill? Sixty three inches. Sixty three incredible
inches. 63-24-38. I've looked in big boob magazines for years,
and while some women claim to be twice as big as that, not one of
Tem has bigger tits than I do.S Brendon smiled seductively at
Jill. RAnd they arenUt nearly as hot and sexy either, baby, ",
he added.
Jill couldn't help but be turned on by Brendon's actions; un-
familiar with the body she was in, she nonetheless enjoyed the
focused sensations in her penis. And Brendon certainly knew what
he was doing. 'Well then,' Jill thought, 'maybe it's time that I
show him that I know what to do to a woman's body.'
Brendon offered no resistance as Jill rose up, picked Brendon
up almost effortlessly, and laid him down where she had been.
Jill then began playing with Brendon's tits and clit, using her
own memories and readings from Brendon to excite him as fully as
possible. She didn't want to wear him out before she'd had her
own pleasure, though, so she stopped before he reached orgasm and
thrust her penis into him.
Neither Jill nor Brendon was capable of much rational thought
after that. Jill glowed in the concentrated sensations her penis
gave her, and the feeling of control her larger body gave her.
Brendon, on the other hand, was thrilled with the array of sensa-
tions coming at him, and the feeling of protection Jill was giv-
ing him. He was almost disappointed when Jill came; when she
continued on, apparently having made whatever modifications were
needed to do so in advance, Brendon found himself coming almost
instantly. They continued for hours, Jill's abilities providing
the extra energy when needed. Brendon fell asleep with Jill at
his back, holding what she could of his huge right breast.
The next morning, Jill went to Brendon before she left.
"Brendon?"
Brendon decided to let her in on his decision. "Brenda, now,
I think."
Jill smiled. "I knew. I just wanted to give you the chance
to tell me. You know, I was going to end you two weeks of pun-
ishment by coming back and changing you back. But, since you
don't seem to want that, what would you like? Oh, and don't wor-
ry about your various records and what not. I've taken care of
those. Brenda."
Brenda was relieved to hear that; she had been worried what
would happen if she'd needed identification somewhere. She then
turned her thoughts to what she would like. "You really don't
have to do anything, you know. I'm still enjoying what you've
already done."
Jill blushed a bit at that comment. "Still, you deserve it.
Name something."
Brenda hesitated. "Anything?"
"Anything."
"Could you make me bigger?"
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