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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And have you spoken to a ther****t about this?" Dr,
Lemount continued.

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

"And now?" Dr. Bloom asked.

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

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

"Why? It worked perfectly on the test a****ls," I
responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Dr. Bloom asked.

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

widened.

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

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

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

"Big enough?" asked Dr. Bloom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," she answered.

"Um, ok," I muttered.

"How much?"

"What?" I responded.

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

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

"Ok. Anything else?"

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

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

"Also..." I began.

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

"About what?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes I am," I protested.

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

"No, I am."

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

"Uh, yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bigger," I admitted in a gasp.

"How big? Give me a cup size."

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

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

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

"How high?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes!" I groaned.

"Nipples and breasts too?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why, is he sick?" Jason asked.

"No. He's our volunteer."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted bigger titties," I br