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Transform 2
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Archive-name: transform-2
The ongoing misadventures of Chuck.
I sat there thinking in my hospital bed 'Could Katrina be telling the
truth?' 'Naaaah!' I thought, that's stupid. Shit like that just doesn't
happen! I then remembered the fact that Katrina had not lied, misled, or been
wrong since the day I met her. I began to cry softly. I then snapped upright
and realized that I had just cried in a typically feminine fashion. I
won't do that, I am a stud remember. I can have any woman I want! I then
decided that if Katrina wasn't trying to decieve me, that I would be a tom
boy of a woman. No wearing bras, or dresses, or any of those wierd
accessories, the most feminine thing that would touch my body, would be jeans
from the women's department, and lady's sneakers. I would wear my old t-shirts
and other clothing, and I would not cry, think about guys, or even consider
using pink in my room. Yup, I had it all figured out. Then Katrina came
back. She walked in and said "I felt so guilty Chuck, I had to see you again."
"Hey stop that! This is a hospital not a hotel!" screamed the nurse.
She was referring to all the orgasmic noises coming from Katrina, as I thrust
it in for the umpteenth time since we started fucking 3 minutes earlier. As
I mentioned, I do this alot, and through critiques from the ladies, I have
become probably one of the better lovers in the country. I pride myself on it.
I said "Good job, Katrina. You had to have your orgasm so fucking soon!
Why couldn't you hold it?" "First off call me Kate, Chuck. Secondly until
3 minutes ago I was a virgin." she commented. "I know, you think I can't
tell?" I replied. "Just get out of here 'Kate'!" the nurse snapped "And get
a chest while you're at it!" Kate, being very sensative about her breasts that
made her look almost pre-adolescent, ran out of the room crying. "Kate come
back!" I cried. "Your blouse! You said beore we started that you had more
information!" I screamed as I rose from bed, fully healed from my trauma.
The nurse was a 5'7" average looker with blond hair. She couln't have
wieghed more than 130 lbs. I was 6'4" athlete, and I was still horny, plus
this bitch had just scared off my #1 hope of getting out of, or coping with
this mess. Let's just say that the woman no longer has her perfectly formed
facial structure. Hey, she tried to stop me from getting out of bed! What
was I supposed to do?
I chased Kate down the hall, still hard...ever try to run right after
sex? It's not fun especially if you have above average sexual features as I
do. It runs in the family, to this day I have never seen bigger breasts on a
woman other than my mother's. Being my usual athletic self I beat her
downstairs, and waited at her car. When no one showed, I assumed she had
noticed her toplessness and ducked into a closet or something somewhere.
meanwhile I saw the orderlies flying acorss the lobby to come collect me.
I decided that making a break for freedom was the best policy. Hey, after
all I couldn't have paid for the treatment, although the only treatment they
gave was a warm bed, lousy food, and breaking up sex.
I jumped in Kate's car and immediately it hit me, no keys! I decided
to ditch the car (great thinker I am huh?) and run for it. I outran
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To chance it on foot, instead of trying to hotwire it (great decision since
I don't know how to hotwire a car). I outran the orderlies, and ducked into
an alley. Five bad looking dudes came up to me and their leader said "Hey
look at this, looks like we found that guy Michelle wanted." "But he doesn't
look like the kind of guy to suit Michelle's needs, Slash." the smaller
one on the left said. "If he doesn't do it then we kill him, it's that
simple!" Slash retorted. I managed to spurt out "Oh I'll fill her needs,
I can handle it, by the way, what are her needs?" "You'll find out punk!"
Slash said angerily. They led me, ok they forced me deeper into the alley
and apparently one of them hit me from behind. I blacked out.
"Unnngh" I muttered as I came to in a very comfortable bed. My
head hurt really badly. I sat up and saw a woman wearing nothing save a blue
nightgown, standing in the hallway. She was very attractive, and had deep
red hair, with hazel eyes that seemed to glow. "Michelle the volunteer is awake
now!" she screamed. Her breast set very nicely on her chest, and didn't droop
or sag at all. Her body had the look of a woman who worked out. I wanted
sex so bad, I was ready to leap at her and rape her, but I was still in a tight
spot, so I controlled myself. I was however hard as a rock.
Michelle also had reddish hair, but it was a deeper blood red. She
was about 5'7", looked to be around 120 lbs. She had nice curves, and an
average bust size. What made her stand out however was the way she held
herself. It was with a confidence that I had not seen before in a woman.
She seemed as if she was in control of everything. My God how I wanted her!
She was wearing tight, hugging spandex shorts, and merely a brassiere on top.
Her hair was wet as if she had just stepped out of the shower. "So you
volunteered huh?" she asked taking a seat at the desk I had not even noticed
was there. "Sort of, I suppose." I said as casually as I could. "What
do you mean 'sort of'?" she questioned. "Well those 5 guys didn't exactly give
me much choice in the matter." I replied quickly. "Shit!" she said "I told
those morons to stop doiing that. I told them to find a volunteer not to
make one." "What is it you are looking for?" I asked. "A male hooker." she
said so casually that it set me off guard. "Well," I said looking for some
sex "I won't ask for any money, but I can fill you up if yyou are that
desperate..." "Not for me you idiot!" she inerupted "For my business. What
do you think this place is?" I knew it was a whorehouse, but I still didn't
care if it had her in it. I stared at her supple breasts, her nipples
accentuated by the lacy bra, and I realized, that I was supposedly not long for
this sex, so 'What the hell!' I thought. "I'll do it!" I said.
When Kate entered I was shocked to say the least. After me, she
thought anyone could perform as well? "I knew I'd find you here." she said
in a matter-of-fact kind of way. "How?" I said. "I left that blouse with you
on purpose, it has a tracer in it." she pointed out. "Oh." I said flatly.
"I had to pay to even talk to you ya know." she said. "I said well, you said
you had more info for me." I said. "Yes, that transformation into a deformed
woman you are going to undergo, well I figured out that it should start
within the day. I found that out at 12:00 yesterday. So basically any minute
it could start, or maybe it already has, and is starting on internal stuff."
she explained. "I also figured out that your senses will be greatly enhanced.
So like you should be able to smell as well as a wolf, hear super-humanly,
and see extroardinarily well. Unfortunately I figured out that it will also
greatly enhance touch. If someone slaps you lightly, it will feel like a truck
ran over you. Sex will be so incredibly pleasurable, that you might not be
able to handle it." I nodded as if I understood, but I had no clue, as
I said, I am not the brightest.
Kate moaned in pleasure. We had just finished our 11 and a half hour
bout of love-making. Kate had 50 orgasms a second it seemed. She acted like
it was unbelieveable to her how good it could be. I like to think that it was
just me. I don't remember noticing anything odd, but when I went to the
bathroom to take care of my hygiene needs, I noticed something. There,
protruding from my chest, were huge flabs of flesh. That's right, breasts.
They weren't all that big yet actually, but when you go from no breasts to
a little, it seems like a lot. I suppose that was how teenage girls felt,
but to them it happened gradually. For me it was literally over night.
I had explained my plight to Michelle before taking this "job" but she
laughed and I don't think she believed me. I stared at the mirror in awe,
and wondere whether it was just a dream/nightmare, but it was so real, it could
not be. They hung there, and stuck almost staight out. I did not move
for about an hour. I had this intense urge to start findeling myself, but
I resisted, because doing so (in my demented mind) would be admitting defeat.
Kate then came in and gasped. She knew it was coming, but was as
unprepared to see me with little tities, as I was. We decided to measure them,
and let's just say they weren't the type that runs in the family. The nipples
had not stuck out at all, or developed in any way. They looked identical.
The urge to fondle them grew with each passing moment, and I asked Kate if this
was normal. "Actually I don't know, I was indulged in my scholastics at that
age and I didn't notice the fact that I had breasts till some of my classmates
began teasing me about having such small ones in my senior year. I was lucky
to notice when my periods started." she confessed. "I'll go buy you a bra for
those. You should have about an 'A' cup almost." she offered. "NO! I will
not be wearing any girly clothes! No bras! No panties! No high heel shoes!
No frilly feminin sissy clothes AT ALL! Do you hear me?!? I am a man at heart,
and I will NOT be wearing any little cute pink things!" I shouted. I was
loosing it. I knew that, but I couldn't help it. I was ready to get a
pro-female ranting and raving from Kate when she said "Your right."
"Huh?" I muttered. "Your right. You are a man at heart, not a woman.
Why should you pretend you grew up a woman when you are a man? In fact, I
wouldn't be surprised if you decide to keep chasing women. Your only choice
might indeed be to become a lesbian, Chuck." I feinted.
I woke up to Kate slapping me silly. I worried that if I had been out
long enough more hideous developments might have taken place. "How long?" I
asked immediately. "10 minutes" Kate responded "Michelle said I could stay
free of charge in order to help you cope. She said that after you became a
woman that the two of you would talk about your continued capacity here. She
said that she did not expect you to be a female hooker here, and you could like
be in charge of greeting the customers or whatever." I sat up and kissed Kate
deeply. "What was that for?" she asked. "For not pressing me to try to act
female, and for not being mad at me for blOWIng Up liKe tHAt" my voice cracked.
Oh no I thought, not the voice. My voice was always one of the keys to my
catching the ladies. "Well, she said. I was exaggerating. I don't think you
should play the sexual scene at all...that lesbian thing was a joke. I do
however think you should consider wearing a bra. If you don't men will think
you are 'easy' and you will spend the rest of your life saying 'I am not
interested' and fighting off would be rapists." Rape was not one of the things
I had thought about. I did not buy her arguement one bit, but it was the way
she said it, kind of pleading with me to at least dress femininely enough to
pass as a normal woman. I nodded my permission to purchase bras.
Many men complain to me that the bra is a tough thing to get off a
woaman and that only the ladies can do it. They just did not have enough
experience at it. I was great at taking those suckers off. Putting it on
however proved to have some difficulty related to it. During the time that
Kate was out shopping I had spent staring at...at...them. I noticed about 5
minutes before she returned, that my nipples had slowly stuck out during the
time. They were perky little breasts, but if I were to have tits, I wanted
knockers. I wanted a huge bust, that drew attention. I was a bit of an
exhibitionist as a man, and as a woman I wasn't going to stop. Then I
remembered my promise to myself to stay as manly as possible with no dick, and
thanked God for these small ones. Kate laughed as I failed to connect the bra
on my 25th time. "Let me help." she said, but I waved her off, determined to
show that anything some dippy woman could do, I could as well. I finally
connected the bra ends on about the 70th try. I looked at mmyself in the
mirror. I noticed somehing that I hadn't before. My chest hair had
disappeared long before the breasts were even hinted at. I sighed. What would
Dad say?
I screwed Kate again that nioght despite her protests of cramps. I
convinced her that it would be one of the last few times for me. During our
love making I was gratifyed that she was still very attractive to me. It meant
that I was still a man emotionally. Kate seemed amused at the fact that I had
breasts in bed. After sex I flumped down on them and was rewarded when the
fuzzy sheet rubbed against them and sent a mild good feeling through me. I had
never had sex as good as that before. Kate said it was because for women sex
was more sensual, and the nipples added to that effect. I think it was because
I knew it would be one of the last.
The next morning I slept in. I was afraid to get up because I knew
something would be different. Eventually Kate coaxed me out of bed, and she
looked me over. "I don't see anything" she said. I did not believe it. I then
said "I wonder why noth..i..n...g...." I then new what the change was. I had
a woman's voice. It was a nice voice, not one of those really high pitched
squeaky ones, or one of those scratchy pnes that I always dreaded in women, but
a sweet, soft, soothing voice. The type that you just like listening to. I
did. I started saying miscelaneous things so I could hear myself talk, and it
was beautiful. I loved it. I would not trade this voice for any. I got a
hard-on just listening to myself. I then noticed something odd. As I got this
last hard on, something else got hard to. You guessed it, my nipples stood on
end like you would not believe, ok, well I didn't believe it anyway. Kate
smiled and said "It's a very nice voice. I wish my voice sounded even half as
good." Kate sighed, and I realized that she actually had a pretty good voice
(not as nice as mine though) but she was to damn cold sounding. There was no
emotion in her voice, just statement of fact.
I went and took my first shower with my new breasts (the previous day
I was to traumatized) and while washing, I wondered if women washed with soap
under their breasts. I remembered my promise to myself not to feel myself
or any other such thing, and sat there wondering. I decided that this was
hygiene and didn't count. I brought the soap down along mmy chest, sort of
they currently were so small that there was nothing under them, because the
concealed nothing. I decided to wash them, and began rubbing the soap over
them, until I hit a nipple, and began to get that nipple really clean if you
get my drift. I quickly realized and stopped. I decided that unless they were
really filthy with visable dirt, I would conveniently skip that part of the
body. I then noticed that I had been singing in the shower, in order to keep
hearing my voice. I promptly stopped, and I have managed to avoid excessive
talking and singing to hear my voice since then.
Upon getting out I began to dress when Kate walked in and said "We're
going shopping." "The hell I am!" I quickly countered, there was no way I was
going out in publlic until either the transformation was complete or it stopped
all together. "Yes you are, we need to find you better bras. I saw the way
that one looked on you and it was a tad large, and we only have two of those,
so we are going shopping, and this time I am going to have your bust there with
me." I said "Ain't no way, I still got a dick remember? when was the last time
a guy had tits?" "I have a small bust as well, we'll say it's for me, and
sneak you in." "I said there is NO way you are getting me out of this place."
I countered.
I was not wearing my bra, as we drove to the store, in hopes that my
bust would sag and be less noticeable. No such luck they stuck straight out,
and if not for the sweatshirt I was wearing, I would have looked like a fool
because my nipples were on end the whole way over, as was my dick. I don't
know why, maybe because my nipples were telling it that they were excited and
the dick wanted to see what the excitement was about.
We arrived at the store, and walked in confidently. Kate looked almost
as nervous as I was. We went to the women's department, and began looking
around. I saw all he colored bras, and decided I wanted either black, blue or
white bras only. I also told her no frills. There would be 0 lace and they
would not be any matching lingerie sets or any bullshit of that nature. Kate
went up o the woman at the fitting room and said, very seriously "I recently
had some liposuction done, and I think my breasts lot some as well in the
surgery, could my husband and I see some various size try-on bras?" The woman
nodded but pointed out that I could not go in the fitting room with her, and
Kate rebutted "My husband comes, or we go to a different store." Kate knows
what buttons to push, the woman let me past. I tried on several sizes and
it came down to this bra that looked like it had no cup whatsoever. Kate
called it a triple A bra, but that meant zero to me, because I knew nothing.
This bra seemed very snug and comfortable. I realized she was right. The
other one shifted to much. We got a full wardrobe af brasierre's. I got
like 5 of these sports bras, all white. I got 7 black bras, 11 white ones,
and 4 blue ones. She conned me into buying 1 red one as well, and was trying
for a pink jogbra, but that was where I drew the line. I asked her why we were
getting so damn many of them since I had no intention of wearing them outside
the whorehouse. "You never can tell when you will need extras" she responded
You can guess what we were doing that night. Yes it was sex again.
This time I was slightly prepared for the effect of the breasts, and unlike the
previous night, did not flop off on my chest. When I woke up the next morning
I knew what had happened, before I even awoke. I knew because I had not shaved
in two days, and I felt my face (because I bit my lip when I woke up) and it
was smooth as a baby's butt. I assumed that this was all, but it was not to
be. I was up before Kate this time, and decided to get ready as soon as I got
up. I took my shower and avoided my breasts, and went to get dressed. That
was when I noticed. As I put on my Metallica t-shirt, I realized that my
breasts were much larger. They were no longer the barely noticeable ones I had
adjusted to, they were now about watermelon size, and were very noticeable. I
raced to the mirror and looked at them. They hung there looking at me,
taunting me with the realizeation that Kate and I had decided last night to
get my hair cut in a feminine fashion today. Kate had made an appointment with
her hairstylist, who apparently is very good and trustable fellow. I woke Kate
up and showed her the monstrosities.
"They aren't all that big Chuck, by the way, we have to decide upon a
woman's name for you." she commented. Aren't that big? They were enourmous!
"Every woman either exaggerates or downplays her breasts, well every one that
I have been friends with, and I hate to admit that they were all a little
sensative." she explained. We measured them and found that I now had very
average sized breasts. Why did they look and feel so enourmous to me?
We ended up going to the haircut, and she almost got me to go and get new bras,
but I outsmarted her, saying that they might grow again.
That night a very improtant development took place. We were making out
(yes again) and I was performing fairly well, but I was tiring earlier every
night. Well this night I swore to myself that I would go at least 8 hours.
(hey, it's what I do!) About at hour 4 I began to dizzy and get tired.
I prssed on anyway, and kept going despite exhaustion. Kate had her third
orgasm in a row. I rammed it in hard in a summoning of my strength, and
collapsed in exhaustion. Kate continued to shout "Oh my GOD! Oh, Oh, OH!"
An hour passes, and she is still screaming, in fact she seems hysterical.
I look over at her cunt and inserted in it, is my dick! I proceeded to feint.
I woke up the next mornign and raced the the bathroom. I had not pissed
in almost a day. I got there and remembered what had happened. I looked
downward, and saw just my balls hanging there, with a scar where ol' faithful
had been. I wen tback to Kate and saw it laying on top of her cunt, all
shrivelled up and smaller than it had been on me since puberty. This one hit
me hard. I mean the breasts were an adjustment, and the facial hair and the
voice, I actually liked, but this, this hurt! I slumped into the chair and
the signifigance of this whole thing hit me. Before this it had been sort of
like some prank, some sort of cruel joke, but now...now it was serious. I
did not have a cunt, or any urinary hole whatsoever. I began to wonder how I
was going to take my piss that was already backed up. I then realized that
last night had been my final performance. That was it, it was over. I
wandered over to the droor, and pulled out a small knife that the hookers use
if the men get to rough, and considered ending it. I then realized that I
could not commit suicide. I was to strong willed, and suicide would be giving
up. I wanted to end iut really badly, but I couldn't. I dropped the knife.
I began to cry, and this time I did not care about the manliness, or machismo
of myself, because after all, I had just lost the most valuable thing in my
life to me. I sat there depressed until Kate awoke.
"Eeeeewwww! Get it off me!" she said stiff with fear, but I could not
move. I was to depressed. In a year or two that might be me, reacting to
seeing a dick as if it were some alien monster. Now I really could not commit
suicide. Kate would stop me, but also I would not want her to see me pondering
it. She realized I was not coming to her rescue and she gingerly lifted it off
her cunt and headed towards the wastebasket when I said "I want to bury it. It
deserves a funeral." She looked at me as if to say "Have you completely lost
your mind?" I held out my hand and she put it in my palm.
I did indeed end up burying it, but if you live in the city, you know
it's not easy to find non-public dirt that isn't covered with cement. We
buryed it in a flower potter hanging outside the window on the third floor.
I began to moan and groan over my liquid consipation. I sat alone in my room
with Kate holding and comforting me. I decided to fuck it, and started
massaging one of my breasts. It felt kinda good, but it wasn't as good as
slapping Old Faithful around. I then asked Kate to leave me alone to my
depression for a while, and she left. I stood up and walked over to the
mirror. I gazed at myself, and began to derobe. Stark naked, I looked at
myself, and say that my balls looked like they were hanging very low. I
looked more c,osely and saw that they were hanging all the way down to my
knees! I figured they were the next to go, and grabbed them and began to pull.
the snapped off fairly easily, but there was no pain involved, and still no
cunt. I went ot the medicine cabinet, and got every one of the sleeping pills
and ingested them. If I die, I die, if I live, at least I'll fall asleep and
won't be bothered by this pain.
The next afternoon I woke up and the pain was worse. I looked about me
and Kate was nowhere to be found, probably realizing that I m going through a
tough time and that the last thing I wanted was some stupid skirt hanging
around. I then thought about what I had just thought. 'A stupid skirt'.
I had better refine my terminology, for I was almost a 'stupid skirt'. I
cried for a while again, before I noticed that my breasts had grown yet again.
They were now really big, and were more than slightly noticeable, they were now
large enough to use as landmarks from the air. I began playing with them,
hoping for some satisfaction, but got none, for the pain was to great. Kate
then peeked her head in and gasped at the casaba melons now taking residence on
my chest. She said "Wow, you have really great looking breasts. Some women
get large knockers like that and they look ridiculous, but they look good on
you." I noted how ironic it was to have a woman telling me that after I had
said that almost every night of my life up until this stupid caper. She
sniffled a bit. She looked depressed. "What's wrong with you? Are you the one
with no way to piss? No, you have no worries!" I said very cruelly (hey I was
in a lot of pain!). She cried and shouted "You're not even a complete woman
yet and you already have breasts 10 times bigger and lots more attractive than
I have had after 28 years!" She ran from the room.
I sat there and realized what an ass hole I had been, using my 20/20
hindsight. I then grabbed the knife and walked into the bathroom. I sat on
the toilet, and cut myself a cunt. The piss flowed freely from my body.
To this day I do not know what possessed me to do that, there is no reason it
should have worked, but I guess instinct took over, and was right. To this
day, I still have slight marks where my balls and dick were, though now they
are hardly noticeable.
Over the next couple days, my body made adjustments and within a week I
was 100% female. Well physically anyway. I hate to brag, but I am now a very
attractive woman, the only thing about me that turns most men off (thank God)
is my hieght. I am 6'1" (I shrunk a little for some reason) 149 lbs. and
have a 36 DD size bust, and 24 inch waist and 36 inch hips. I reacted very
poorly to periods at first, but Kate got me through that crisis. I had become
one of the most beautiful women at the house, and I grew my hair out, oh by the
way it changed colr on it's own. I am now a strawberry blonde. My cunt hair
matches perfectly, and as a woman I stayed a virgin, afraid of sex as a woman.
I do however walk around virtually naked at the house, and am responsible for
taking the men from the lobby to their intended room. I also serve
refreshments/food at the house (it's not one of those crappy whorehouses).
I am very happy here, and the women are very supportive of me since I stopped
acting like an idiot with my 'I am not a woman' show. I still don't wear
anything that is too feminine like pink stuff, or really lacey stuff, but hey,
at least I made progress, I finally started wearing dresses albeit long ones
that go down to the floor. I only feel comfortable showing my wares as Kathy
(one of my friends at the house) at the house because everyone is expecting it.
In public I feel like a slut unless I am wearing long dress or jeans, and a
conservative shirt.
Kate knew I was finally beginning to accept what happened to me by
ignoring the sexual urges I felt. I rarely play with myself or any of that
stuff (which Kate predicted I'd be doing a lot of) and I have developed a fear.
I am afraid of men now. I know what you are thinking, but my strength fell as
I becamse female. I am no stronger than the average woman now, and I was never
a skill fighter, so I cannot defend myself anymore, and while the house is safe
enough when I am on the streets, I look at every man thinking 'will he hurt
me?' I think had I not been used to being able defend myself as a man then it
would not be on my mind, but it is. I recently went to the shore with kate and
some of the house girls, and got a nice golden brown tan.
One day about a month after I fell into the vat, I was approached by
Kate. "Remeber when you fell into the vat, remember what I told you would
happen?" she said. "Yes" I said in my nice soothing voice "You said I would
become a woman, and I have, what are you doing? Saying I told you so?" "No,
thatwas not what I said. Remember what else I said?" she pressed. I thought
for a while and then it hit me...She said I would become a deformed woman....
I asked her if this is what she meant, and she nodded saying it could kick in
any day now...
Continued in Series #3 The Deformities!
Shadowspawn super-mudder...NOT!!!
Stay tuned folks..it gtes kinkier
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