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This is my first attempt at this so, please be kind with your reviews. Email your comments to me at '[email protected]' Karl to Kayla - "Cross Your Heart" By Kayla Eastcock Eatscock My name is, or should I say 'was' Karl Eastman and it all began one evening while I was at work. I am an average looking 26-year-old guy. Short, sandy-brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", 145lbs. Okay, so I was a little thin, no big deal. Over the past few months, I had developed a bad habit of staying behind at the office to scan the internet for X-rated websites. Everything from amateur picture pages like Brittany's or hardcore sites that required payment to view (I usually just clicked my way through the non-member's preview) and erotic story archives like Nifty Andrew's. You see, I didn't have a computer at home and had accidentally landed on an XXX site while surfing the web for a business research project. Quite often I would even surf these "sex" sites during the work day which really cut into my performance because you know that once you start, you get hooked and just can't pull yourself away from the computer screen (I doesn't help either that you have a raging 'woody' begging you not to stand-up). So here I was on an innocent Monday night at 7:30 pm surfing the web at my desk, everyone else that worked in the office was long gone. I was extremely horny from withdrawal as I was not able to 'surf the web' at home the whole weekend. I had been scanning through a number of really hot web sites and my cock was throbbing for release. I had developed a pattern over the last few months where I would 'surf' for a couple of hours and then go into the washroom and jerk off into a wad of toilet paper. Tonight would be no different. I clicked off the computer and began my journey to the men's washroom. It wasn't far but, I concentrated very hard on some of the last few images I saw on the computer screen. I didn't want to lose the images before I jerked off. I was concentrating so intently that I didn't hear the creak of the main office doors being opened. I pushed open the bathroom doors and made my way to the place where I would eventually release myself. The men's washroom wasn't large but, it was clean. There was only one stall and two urinals. I stood in front of the mirror and closed my eyes. I didn't bother to lock the door as I knew no one was in the office (or was there?). The door was only about 15 feet away, over my left shoulder. It was so quiet at this time at night, I could hear the hum of the lights as I dropped my pants and rolled up the wad of toilet paper in my left hand. God my cock was hard! I wrapped my right hand around my 6" trouser snake and started stroking to the images in my mind. Just as I was about to come, I heard a funny noise. I couldn't stop now though, I felt so good as the images of all the naked women from the computer screen were dancing in my head. Again, I heard a noise and I swear I saw a bright flash from behind my shut eyelids. I was literally 1/2 a second away from coming when I heard the noise for the third time and felt a bright flash of light. Just as this was happening, my friend between my legs began to explode, and explode, and explode. But, because I was kind of distracted, I missed the wad of toilet paper in my left hand and I shot some cum on the mirror and the sink in front of me. All the while, I continued to keep my eyes closed and heard the noises and felt the flashes of light. As I finished my last 'squirt', I opened my eyes and looked through the reflection of the mirror at the door that was behind and to the left of me. Nothing! I guess it was my imagination. I arrived at work the next day at 8:00 am sharp, just as I always had and proceeded to my office. I started coming to work early these days because of my slacking during the day. I didn't think anyone had noticed. As I sat down, there was a note on my desk from my boss requesting a meeting as soon as I got into the office. What could this be all about? I thought I would take a few minutes before I rapped on my boss' door to organize my workday. No more than 5 minutes had passed and my boss' voice came over the intercom requesting my presence in the main boardroom. This must be important, I thought and picked up my notebook and made my way to the boardroom. When I entered, my boss stood up from the leather executive chair and poured a coffee. What a sight my boss is! Twenty-nine year old Crystal Cross was one of the best reasons for working here (although being the owner, she's the reason I was working here). She had the most amazing body and always wore the perfect corporate outfit to accentuate her curves. Today Crystal was wearing a mint green suit that was composed of a double-breasted jacket that flared out slightly at the hips and a very short matching skirt. I couldn't tell if she wore anything else underneath the jacket but, I didn't care because it just added to the mystery. While Crystal had a great body (although I didn't know, her measurements were 36D, 26, 34...5'8", 130lbs) she wasn't the most attractive woman I had seen. No, she wasn't ugly but, she certainly wasn't a beauty queen either. Crystal was average looking with thin, poker straight, light brown hair and she wore very little make-up. Normally she would only wear some mascara and light lipstick. She never made herself look too dramatic. Maybe this simple, yet sexy appearance was the reason why she was such a successful medical malpractice lawyer. My job at Cross, Heart & Associates was the manager of research. My duties typically entailed many hours of research and managing others doing research for the high-profile malpractice cases Crystal was defending. Crystal's former partner, Neil Heart, has passed away two years earlier but, because of the reputation of the Cross, Heart firm, Crystal decided to keep the name. I always thought that she kept the name because of the play on words "Cross your Heart" (boy, would I love to be one of her bras)! As we sat down, Miss. Cross (that's what she liked to be called) had a strange look on her face. I normally did not say much while in her presence because I would be so busy undressing her with my eyes but, I felt compelled to..."is there anything wrong Miss. Cross?" There was a brief pause and then she began..."well Karl, I don't know where to start." "Is this regarding me?" I asked, knowing it probably was since she only wanted to meet with me. "Yes, it definitely does regard you. I hired you into this firm almost a year ago, right from college Karl and I'm afraid that I have some bad news." Oh no...I could tell from her voice that this was one of her 'you're fired' speeches. Crystal never held onto employees long. For some reason, there was always someone getting hired and fired from her firm. She wasn't an abusive employer, strict and demanding, yes, but fair. I let her continue without saying a word..."your work is really slipping Karl. I have been monitoring this for the past 4 months and I should have fired you back then but, I noticed that you started coming in earlier and leaving really late. Don't be surprised that I know this. I get the security alarm reports every month that detail the activation and deactivation of the alarm system. You've been working 8 to 8 shifts quite regularly for the past few months. I really thought that your work would improve given the extra hours, but it hasn't. In fact, it's gotten worse." I sat there listening with fear. Did she suspect anything about my 'cyber-sex' adventures? She might, after all, she knew what time I entered and left the building. She continued, "I'm afraid I have no choice in the matter Karl, I have to let you go." It felt like a knife stabbing my abdomen. Thoughts raced through my head...what could I do...where could I go...how can I pay my bills? This town I moved to, once I was offered the job a year ago, was dry. While it was a large city, the job market was one of the worst in the country. I had very little experience, a little schooling, no contacts....no options! I didn't have a family as I was an only child and my parents disowned me when I refused to enter into the family business and opt for a little known college to study legal research, specializing in malpractice. Obviously, this education only opened a limited number of doors for me. I was panicking! I needed this job! "There must be something that I can do Miss. Cross? I'll work harder, please, please." I sounded so desperate, I was desperate! "I don't know Karl. You say that you'll work harder, but you are already working 12 hour days and accomplishing what others do in 8!" "Maybe there is something else at the firm that I could do? There's got to be something!" "I'm sorry Karl, there's not" Crystal said with the same calmness and composure that she exercises in the courtroom. "Please, please..." I begged again. After a short pause, which felt like an hour, "there is one thing Karl..." "I'll do it!" I snapped back. "I'm not sure if you would be up to it?" She said sipping on her coffee. "I'm sure I could do it Miss. Cross!" I replied, hoping this window of opportunity wouldn't close. "Well, I do need someone to help me out. Not in the office, but with personal things." "Like what?" I said curiously. "Well, running errands like shopping, dropping off and picking up dry cleaning...that sort of thing." I thought about it for a brief minute and accepted her offer. The pressure was already lifting as I started thinking about my credit card bills and rent and everything else. "Thank you Miss. Cross" I said knowing that she really should have kicked my butt out onto the street. She remarked simply, "clean out your desk this morning Karl and meet me in my office tomorrow at 9am, take the rest of the day off...with pay. The rest of the week passed quite quickly, as Crystal had me doing everything from washing her car, doing her dry cleaning, taking her dog to the vet and doing her grocery shopping to name a few. She kept me busy, that's for sure. While I was able to keep my job, I wasn't feeling great about myself. I was raised with the understanding of what was considered man's work and what was considered women's work. For the last few days, I was doing what I thought a woman should have been doing. All was not lost though! Because of the time flexibility I had with this 'job', I was able to line up some other work in another firm across town. What I didn't know however, was this firm had called Crystal for a reference, even though I asked them not to. It was now Friday morning, and I was going to meet Crystal for my daily list of to-dos. I was really going to let her know that I was quitting, I had accepted the offer from the other firm. I walked into Crystal's office and sat down, "Miss. Cross, I am quitting." Just like that, I was putting an end to this 'job' that she so graciously offered me for the past week and a half. "Really...how's that?" she asked in a funny tone. "Well, I got a job from a firm on the other side of town." I replied, feeling pretty good about myself. "I know, they called me yesterday afternoon. But, are you sure that you want to quit working for me Karl?" "I'm sorry to say Miss. Cross but , yes. I am going back to doing what I am educated for, not running errands." I replied hoping that she didn't take it the wrong way. "I don't think you want to quit Karl." "What do you mean!" I remarked, not knowing what she meant by her last comment. As I said this, she reached into desk drawer, and threw a number of Polaroid's onto the desk top. I froze! I couldn't talk, couldn't move, couldn't think. How did she get these? There, lying on the desk were 6 different pictures with my cock in my hand jerking off in the washroom. It all started coming back to me...the strange noises that I heard in the bathroom that night. It was her, and she had taken pictures of me! I couldn't move a muscle in my body as I stared at the photographs. Breaking the silence, Crystal said, "now Karl, I won't speak a word of this to anyone, just as long as you continue to help me out with my errands." As my state of shock kept me motionless, Crystal continued, "now here is a list of some items I need picked up from the mall, some of the items are there waiting for you to pick them up and others need to selected from some stores. Why don't read over the list and see if you have any questions." I redirected my glazed look from the photographs to the shopping list. Reading through the list finally snapped me out of my trance-like state. "You want me to go pick these things up?" I asked, trying to keep my words to a minimum. "Why not?" she replied. "Well, it seems a little inappropriate for me to pick these things up for my boss." It really did seem strange...these things seemed so personal: "Drugstore": 1. Acrylic press on nails - 1" 2. Nail polish - Candy apple red 3. Nail protector 4. Ladies shaving gel 5. Hair depilatory cream 6. Disposable razors "La Senza / Silk & Satin": 1. Lace top stockings - 8 pair - 3 black, 3 white, 2 nude 2. 20 Demi-cup bras - size 42DD, each with matching garter belt and panties, size Medium. Panties must be either string bikini or thong style (if both are available, choose thong). Colours required - 3 white, 3 black, 3 red, 3 pink, 3 baby blue, green, yellow, purple, gold, silver 3. 5 Baby-doll sets in assorted colours and styles (sheer, satin, lace etc.) 4. 3 Merry-Widow sets have been custom made and awaiting p/u at the specialty shop in the mall "Shoes for less": 1. 5 pairs of shoes - all with 6" stiletto heels, size 10 - 2 black, 2 white and 1 pink, all with ankle buckle 2. 2 pair of thigh high boots, same size with same heel (not zippered but lace- up back), 1 black, 1 white 3. 3 pair of slippers, same size, same heel, 1 black, 1 white, 1 baby blue (the ones that have the feathery boas on the toes) "Outfits for All Types": 1. Several packages are awaiting you there for pick-up "Foxy Fantasies - Adult Store": 1. Several packages are awaiting you there for pick-up You can see why I was questioning this list. Did she really feel comfortable enough with me to go purchase all these sexual items? Just reading the list made me hard with excitement, and I started imagining Crystal with some of these sexy under garments on!! "Karl, are you listening?" Crystal said with a raised voice. "I need you to go pick all these things up and bring them back to my house for 6:00pm tonight, I need them for the week-end." Whatever was she going to do with all these things this weekend? There was practically a whole new wardrobe here and it all couldn't possibly be worn 'this' weekend. I sat there, practically glued to the chair, across the desk from Crystal. My eyes were shifting back and forth from the pictures to the list, trying to make sense of all the thoughts in my head and emotions running though my body. My heart was pounding so hard, you could practically see it. I had not made eye contact with Crystal since she threw the pictures down, and I did not know what to do. Did I really have any alternatives? She did say that no one would find out about the pictures if I continued to be her 'errand-boy'. Should I go along with this for a little longer and try to figure a way out of it? I slowly raised my eyes to meet Crystal's. She had been sitting calmly across from me waiting for my response. "OK" was all that I could squeak out. "Great," she said, "there is only one more thing." Oh no! What other bomb- shell was she going to drop on me? "Since you are going to continue to be my 'errand-boy', it's only fitting that you wear a uniform, like the courier people do." She pulled out a simple pair of red fleece shorts and a white T- shirt with "Cross, Heart" embroidered on the front in red. "Put these on before you go out." Crystal said. I stood up and took hold of the garments and started to make my way to the door when she stopped me, "No, put them on here. I want to see if they fit O.K." I looked at her puzzled and unsure but, knew that I shouldn't oppose her in any way until I figured a way out of this. I pulled my shirt over my head and put it on the chair. As I reached for the T-shirt she gave me, she told me not to put in on yet. "Put the shorts on first Karl." As I started to take off my jeans, I started feeling even more uncomfortable. I pulled the jeans completely off and reached for the shorts. "No, no Karl. If I wanted you to have underwear as part of you uniform, I would have given you a pair. Off with your boxers." Things were really starting to get weird now. I started to protest but, as soon as she saw the words forming in my mouth, she started tapping the pictures on her desk with her finger. I'm not stupid, and got the hint right away, that I needed to follow her every order or I would be laughing stock of whoever she exposed those pictures to. I slowly pulled down my boxers and when they were completely off, I heard Crystal snickering. I looked up and saw that she was looking directly at my cock and was holding in some laughter. "I'm sorry Karl, continue on." Was she laughing at the size of my cock? If she was trying to break my spirit, she did. That little act sent my confidence level plummeting and made me feel like I was 6" tall. As I pulled up the shorts, I noticed that the fleece material wasn't very thick like most track pants or sweatshirt material. The T-shirt fit fine but, was a little short so I couldn't tuck it into the waistband of the shorts. I took the list from the desk, looked at my watch, 1:30 and I needed to get everything picked up and back to her house by 6:00. No problem except that the mall was on the other side of town from where she lived and getting to her house, through Friday afternoon traffic was going to be tough. "See you at six" was all Crystal said as she handed me her credit card. I turned and walked out of the office, not even thinking about my clothes that were draped over the chair by her desk. The shopping experience went without any problems, up until I went to get the shoes, slippers and boots that were on the list. These had to be the most sexy and naughty footwear I had seen. The boots were especially exciting although I wondered why she wanted the lace-up boots and not the zippered. It would take forever to get in and out these things! I was kind of excited as the salesperson brought each of my selections out from the back. I found myself uncomfortable however, as the absence of any underwear that would normally give some support, caused the front of the shorts to display an undeniable pointed bulge of my erection. The colour of the shorts didn't help either, as the bright red attracted attention to my groin area. My face felt just as red as the shorts. I was now fearing my last stop, the lingerie store. I had purposely saved this to the end because I didn't want to walk the mall with bags of lingerie in my hands. As I approached the store, I began to get hard. Lingerie excited me more than anything else. Imagining a woman in her bra and panties got my blood pumping more than imagining her naked. I walked into the store with my erection pointing out in front of me leading the way and decided the quickest way to get everything I needed was to give the list to a salesperson. As I approached the counter, where two young women were standing, I couldn't help but notice that they weren't watching me as I approached but, rather, had their eyes fixed on my shorts. I swear that when their eyes met mine, they were holding back laughter. I handed the list to the one counter person and asked for some help in picking out some items. She was quite efficient and within 20 minutes had picked out all the bras, panties, garter belts, stockings, baby dolls I needed. I was a little amazed at the size of the cups on the bras that Crystal made me get. I didn't think that her tits were that big! As the counter girls wrapped each item and bagged them, a woman entered the store carrying three boxes. "I believe these are for you sir." She said as she handed me the boxes. I looked at the woman with a puzzled look and she continued, "Miss. Cross just called me to ask me to meet you here. She thought you might be a bit behind schedule on her errands and wanted me to drop these off. They are the merry-widow sets your boss asked you to get." With that she simply turned around and exited the store. The girls behind the counter and giggling with this explanation as they were probably wondering why someone would be picking up all this lingerie, sexy as it was, for their boss. They must have thought that I was a real ass-kisser at work. Who cares, this day is over! I thought. I picked up all the shopping bags, reviewed the list once more to make sure I didn't forget anything and made my way across town to Crystal's house. The only stop along the way was to pick up a package at the Foxy Fantasies Adult Store. This stop wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I walked into the store and directly to the check out counter. The sales girl glanced at my chest and down to my groin and with a smile on her face, handed me a package. I left the store and made my way across the rest of town to Crystals. Luckily, I made it to Crystal's house with a few minutes to spare. I unloaded the car of all the packages and shopping bags and rang the door bell to the house. Crystal lived in a rather quiet part of town where the houses were separated by large front, back and side yards. The house was a fair size, 3 story brick building and was probably something that I would never be able to afford. Crystal welcomed me into her home and took most of the bags from me. I followed her up the stairs with the remaining packages in my hand to what must have been a spare bedroom. It was a large room with a long mirrored dresser on one wall and a four poster bed on the opposite wall. The bed was rather feminine with pink satin sheets and pink netting over the bed's canopy. Crystal proceeded into the walk-in closet and put all the bags down and instructed me to put the packages beside them as well. Not wanting to 'rock the boat' at all, I did exactly as Crystal asked and followed her out of the room not knowing that this room would soon become very familiar to me. I followed Crystal to the other side of the house, to which was obviously her room. It was beautifully decorated with beautiful oak furniture. Her bedroom was about the same square footage as my small apartment. She too had a four poster canopy bed and a large walk-in closet. She also had an ensuite bathroom. Continuing to play the quiet, blackmailed wimp that I was, Crystal led me into her bedroom and started to undress. As she took off the mint green business suit, the first thing that entered my mind was "now I get to find out what she wears underneath her suits". To my delight, Crystal was wearing an exotic looking sheer, leopard print bra and panties. She was not wearing any garters so the nude colour stockings she wore must have been stay-ups. She looked truly hot! "Oh no, she's coming this way. What's she going to do." I said to myself. Just as she reached me, did I say that I was trembling, she turned her back to me and asked me to unhook her bra and put it in the hamper. My fingers were shaking both from excitement and fear and this made the job even harder than it usually is. I'm sure she could tell that I was shaking and having a hard time. I was finally successful with the bra and just as she slid it down her arms and put the bra in my hand, she bent over to take off her panties. As she was bent over, I glanced down to the bra and noticed the size written on the tag: 36D. That's funny I thought, I just bought her 20 new bras that would be way too big for her. This thought quickly left my mind as Crystal stood up and handed me her panties. This was the first fully naked view I had of her. What an amazing body, nice tits with large dark nipples, nice hips and a nice ass that I got a full view of while she was bent over taking off her panties. I did as instructed and walked over to the hamper in the far corner of the room and when I turned around, Crystal had already pulled on a long, cream coloured chemise. Crystal motioned with her head to follow her and we proceeded down the stair case and into a sitting room complete with 3 large leather couches and a matching leather chair. Crystal pointed to the chair, indicating that I should sit down and continued through a swinging door into what I guessed was the kitchen. I sat down and 5 minutes later, she returned with two drinks. "I hope you like Gin Karl, it's all I keep in the house." Still tight-lipped, I nodded my head and accepted the glass that she offered to me. She sat down on one of the sofas, which was directly across from me. As she sat and crossed her legs, I got a brief glance at her fire engine red panties that she was wearing underneath the chemise. I noticed too, when she crossed her legs, that the garment had slits up both sides, almost to the hip. With all the thoughts clouding my mind from the events of the day, I was amazed that I was still able to get aroused. Crystal must have picked up on this because while we were sitting quietly sipping our drinks, she would uncross and then recross her legs, giving me glances at her panties. Twice, she even stood up and pretended to rearrange the cushions on the sofa giving me a good view of her ass and then when she sat back down, a decent view of her cleavage. Crystal finally broke the silence, "so how was your shopping trip Karl?" I didn't know what to say. "Did you like buying all those sexy things? I bet you did." She continued. "In fact, the girls from the lingerie store called me to tell me about your little pee-pee and how hard you got as you looked for the items I needed. They're good friends of mine you know." I didn't know what Crystal was trying to do to me but, I figured the best thing to do now was to keep as quiet as possible and maybe, just maybe, she may let me off the hook so I could get on with my life. Crystal surprised me by saying, "I'll bet you'd like to try on all those sexy things you got today, eh Karl?" "No mam." Was all I could force out of my mouth. "Don't be shy Karl. I know you do. I know how excited you get with sexy lingerie like that. Don't worry, you will get your chance." What did she mean by that? "Are you a little confused?" she asked. "Well, don't be. You can't stop what's about to happen now Karl." "What do you mean?" I felt compelled to respond. "Well, you see I've decided to fulfill a fantasy of mine...with you. If not now, you will shortly begin to feel a little light-headed. When you wake up, I'll explain everything to you." Now I was really getting worried. I looked down at my empty glass. My vision started to get a little blurry. Did she put something in my drink. As I looked up from the glass, the last words I heard as I glanced at Crystal was, "have a good sleep princess." I woke up the next morning, still a little groggy. I will sitting down in some kind of contoured chair. I wanted so desperately to rub the sleep out of my eyes but, noticed immediately that my wrists were strapped down to the arms of the chair. I slowly cleared the fog from my mind and also realized that my legs and torso were also strapped down to the chair and there was also an IV needle bandaged to the top of my left hand. "What was going on here?" I said to my self. Realizing that I couldn't move, I started inspecting my surroundings to try to figure out where I was. Upon further inspection, the chair I was in reminded me of a dentist's chair. Each of my wrists and each of my ankles were strapped down to the chair separately. My torso had a 2" wide strap that crossed over my stomach, just below my rib-cage. The room was heavily padded with what seemed like sound proof padding, the kind you see in recording studios. I couldn't even tell where the door was. Other than the chair I was strapped to and the IV stand beside me, there was only a large TV directly in front of me. I guessed it to be about a 50" screen. Just as I was beginning to feel clear-headed, the lights in this little room went out. I heard some rustling and then lights came back on. To my surprise, Crystal was there standing in front of me. "My poor little princess. You must be so confused. I know that I told you that I would explain everything but, there's been a slight change of plans. Just lay back and relax and before you know it, it'll all be over." With that said, Crystal walked over to my left side and turned the knob on the IV and fluid slowly dripped into line. Before I had a chance to say anything, everything started to go black...again. "How long had I been out?" I asked myself. I felt really well rested and my head was clear but, I couldn't move it. There was something in my mouth, some kind of a gag (learning later it was a ball-gag with a hole through the middle of it), with a thin tube running down towards my body (I couldn't lift my head to see where it ended), and my head was pinned down to the headrest of the chair. Just then, Crystal entered from a door somewhere behind me and walked to my side. "How's my princess feeling? Rested I hope." I could just barely nod my head, and why does she continue to call me princess. "Good! You must really be wondering what's happening, huh? Well, let me tell you first that you have been out for about 3 weeks. I have kept you in a state of semi-consciousness while my friends performed their work on you." I shrugged my eyes indicating my confusion with the words 'performing their work'. "Don't worry princess, you will be fine. I have just made some minor modifications to you. Oh, I'm sorry, let me start at the beginning. I suppose that I owe an explanation." I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like this! "Ever since I started malpractice law and saw what the medical profession was able to do these days, especially cosmetic surgery, I've wanted to 'make' my own, living Barbie Doll. When I hired you at the firm last year, I did so knowing that I would somehow make you into my doll. You have the right physique for it and your background certainly gave me enough flexibility to change your identity." "Change my identity?" I thought to myself, "what's she talking about." "Just so you won't be totally shocked with the changes when I'm done, I brought you out of the semi-conscious state you were in to adapt and accept some of the changes. The second phase will be done in a week's time." I was trembling now from fear with the words she was using, "changes", "second phase", "adapt". What was going on? "Let's start from the top down. I have woven you a new hair do." She reached over my shoulder and pulled a lock of golden blonde hair in front of my face. "It is such a beautiful colour. I had my friend at the hair dresser shave a woman bald for this and wove it into your own hair. It's not permanent but, it will do until your real hair grows out to an acceptable length." She tugged on the lock a little to show me that it was secure and it felt like it was my own hair. "Next, I reshaped your eyebrows into a thin sexy arch and performed full electrolysis on your face and neck. This unfortunately is permanent but, your skin is now silky smooth. I'm sure you are relieved that you'll never have to shave again." I have to say that the last thing I was feeling at this point was relief. "I also gave you some small collagen cheek implants to improve your facial structure and similar implant in your lips. Although, I think I may have gone a bit overboard. You lips are so puffy now and give you an extremely pouty look but, I think they'll do fine. I almost forgot about your throat! I had some of your Adam's apple shaved off when your vocal chords were adjusted. I couldn't have left a big lump there or you wouldn't pass as the sexy, desirable thing you are now." My eyes were as big as golf balls now. What was she doing to me? If this damn thing wasn't stuck in my mouth, I would have started screaming. "Continuing down your body, I've had you on a strict diet to take some of the bulk off in some places and put it on in others. You've lost about 25lbs since you've been here but, there's some weight that you'll put on with the second phase. Your arms have thinned out a bit and while your waist was only 29" to begin with, I had your bottom rib on each side taken out so that I could get you down to the 25" I want. You aren't quite there yet but, with the liposuction that was done and this waist cincher," as she patted my stomach and I could feel the material and boning between her hand and my skin, "you'll soon be there. Not to let anything go to waste, I took the fatty tissue from your waist and pumped it into your hips and ass. Your diet will fill them out the rest of the way. Your legs, like your arms have thinned out too and the electrolysis has taken care of all the ugly man hair on them too. Your feet are a special project. I have placed each foot in a cast with your toes pointed so that you'll be able to wear your high heels in comfort. Oh...I also had your nails extended with acrylic substitutes until your own grow our. I put a permanent bond on them so they wouldn't break and I've already covered them with a "chip resistant" red polish. You're so lucky!" Lucky, I thought. How am I lucky? I am being turned into a freak. "See you later princess." And with that she was gone again, exiting through a door behind me. She had come and gone so quickly that I didn't even have a chance to object. Not that I could have with this gag strapped to my face. Just as she left I was trying to make sense of all the things she had said. What was this second phase that was supposed put some weight on me? What did high heels and the casts on my feet have to do with each other. While I had all these questions running through my head, somehow I knew that I would understand all of this real soon. The lights in this small room started to dim and then the television was turned on. As the television came on, the chair started to automatically adjust itself. I heard the door behind me open and could see the IV tubes moving out of the corner of my eye. Crystal's voice came from behind me, "I'm just going to give you something so that you won't fall asleep. You won't want to miss the TV program princess." The IV tubes stopped moving and I heard the door close behind me. I assumed that I was alone again. 6 hours later... What was she trying to do me? This was torture. Since I last saw Crystal, after she injected something into the IV tubes, porno movie after porno movie had been playing on the TV. I was so unbelievably hard from watching them and wondered when they were going to stop. The movie that was playing now was with a blonde-bimbo with huge tits being gang-raped by about a dozen men. All I could do was stare at the TV screen and watch this big- titted slut get fucked from all angles and she actually seemed to be enjoying it. "I'm going to fuck your ass now and rip you apart you little slut." Said the black man on the TV who laid down on his back on the floor and grabbed the bimbo. He pulled her from the waist towards his huge cock and just as this was happening, I felt the chair, underneath my ass being pulled out to both sides. The weight that I had on my ass forced my cheeks to be pulled apart as the chair seat slid out to both sides leaving my ass totally exposed. The rest of the chair, supporting my back and legs did not move so the movements of the chair were contained to the seat portion. I was still focused on the TV screen, as this bimbo was about to get her ass impaled with a huge cock. Just as the black man was rubbing the head of his cock on her ass, I felt something on my own. I couldn't tell for sure but, it felt cold and slick, almost gooey. As the black man on the TV started pushing his cock into the bimbo, I felt a pressure on my asshole from the object that had been gently touching it. Slowly, this object forced its way into me, just like the black man was forcing his way into the girl. The object in me wasn't very large and it certainly wasn't painful but, it was somewhat uncomfortable. The black man really started pounding the girl on the screen and it was at this moment that the object in my ass started vibrating. Not only was my ass vibrating but, there was definitely something on my cock that started vibrating too. Before long, I felt myself starting to cum. I closed my eyes and felt the come shoot out of me. When I opened my eyes, the movie was still on the screen and I could see something inside of the tube leading from my gag. What was it? It was slowly making its way closer to my gag. The substance reached my gag and slowly started dripping into my mouth. What an awful taste! What was this stuff...could it be what I thought? My own cum? I had never tasted man cum before but all the descriptions of the taste that I had read about on the erotic internet stories were supporting my thoughts. I tried to shake free from my binds (for the 100th time) but, I could not get away from this 'stuff' that was leaking into my mouth. It hadn't even occurred to me either, but the object in my ass was no longer there. It must have slipped out, or been pulled out after I came. 12 hours later... What was going on? I couldn't close my eyes to sleep and I was so tired. Whatever Crystal shot into my IV tube was keeping fully awake. The porno movies had kept playing since my first climax and every time a woman got fucked in the ass, my ass was penetrated with a cold and gooey object. I wasn't sure but, each successive time I was impaled, the object felt larger. The vibrations also returned in my ass and on my cock each time a woman on the TV got ass fucked. And each time the vibrations started, I came and the come would snake through the tubing to my mouth and I would have to drink it. I'm not a rocket scientist but, I realized that my gag was connected to my cock by the tube. I had no idea what the time was or how long I had been watching these movies but, I guessed that I had come about 15-20 times. All of a sudden the TV screen went fuzzy and then I saw an image that I recognized. Of course, it was Crystal's room. Crystal appeared in front of the camera and waved to me. "Hi princess. I hope that you have been enjoying the movies. I figured that you were probably getting bored of those staged sex acts so I thought that I would put on a live show for you. I hope you enjoy it!" and Crystal left the camera's field of vision. I wasn't sure what she meant by a 'live' show but, I was glad for this apparent change of pace from those oh, so predictable porno's. Five minutes later, I heard some voices coming from the TV and Crystal entered the picture along with a quite muscular man. I could only see him from the back but, he looked like he must lift a lot of weights. Crystal grabbed the man's ass cheeks and gave him a deep, tongue lashing kiss. He certainly reciprocated as he picked her up and walked towards the bed. Crystal was thrown down on the bed and the guy (who's name was Roger, at least that's what Crystal kept panting) started to kiss all the way down her body. I saw Crystal reach over to the bed-side table and grab a TV converter-like object. This was obviously a remote control for the camera because she zoomed in on the bed. Roger and Crystal went at it like animals in heat. By the time they got through the foreplay, I had a raging hard-on. Roger fucked Crystal from the top and Crystal kept the camera zoomed in on Rick's cock pounding her pussy. After what looked like an orgasm, Crystal reached over to the bed-side table and took out a condom from the drawer. She slid the condom on Roger's cock, which hadn't cum yet and proceeded to mount him. She had him lay on his back, with his head towards the camera and Crystal mounted him, pushing his cock into her ass. Crystal was looking directly into the camera at this point and I could tell that she was looking straight at me. The camera then panned down to their joined groins and zoomed in so Roger's cock filled most of the screen. Crystal must have perched herself up on her feet and leaned backwards because, the camera had a perfect shot of her asshole being stretched by Roger's big cock. As this was happening, the seat below me moved apart again, the object was pushed in to my ass (this one was definitely bigger than the last) and the vibrations on my cock and my ass began again. Crystal was screaming from the TV "come on Roger, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard. Oh yeah! That's it. You're so big, fuck me hard. Treat me like your little slut." All this dirty talk was really exciting to hear, knowing that it was live and real. The camera panned out just in time to see Roger bury his cock in Crystal with one last thrust and explode deep within her. He shook from his orgasm and I shook with mine. I watched Crystal as she raised herself off of Roger's cock and slowly removed the condom from him. She left the camera's view with the condom and I started tasting the familiar saltiness of my cum as it dripped into my mouth. I heard the door behind me open and Crystal walked around me with Roger's condom in her hand. She was moving kind of funny, but I guessed that I would probably move the same way if I been impaled with a cock the size of Roger's. Crystal unhooked the tube from outside of my vision, I assumed she unhooked it from my cock, and held the condom upside down over a funnel that she had inserted into the tube. "What was she doing" I thought. She squeezed the cum out of the condom and I could see it travel down the tube towards my mouth. Roger's cum pushed the remainder of my last deposit through the tube much faster than I was used to, because of the angle the tube was on. Crystal then held the tube up to her mouth and blew into it pushing all the cum down and it poured into my mouth. I was only used to it dripping so I was forced to drink the cum down fast and there was a lot of it. She re- attached the tube to my cock, patted my head and said "good girl" and left the room. The events of that day continued, the non-stop movies, the objects in my ass, the vibrations and my dripping cum. Each day was capped off with Crystal putting on a show like she did the first night and squeezing her man's cum from a condom into a funnel, through the tube and into my mouth. One night, Crystal fucked three men, twice each and saved up all the used condoms, without their knowledge and when they left, I got 6 condoms of cum squeezed into the funnel and into my mouth. I awoke one morning, after about 7 straight days of this, with Crystal by my side. She was wearing a sexy, too-small, nurse's uniform. Her tits were busting out of the front, confined into a sexy white, sheer bra. The bottom of the uniform didn't quite hide the tops of her stockings and garters and when she bent over, I could plainly see her white satin panties. I was able to move my head off the chair's headrest but, the gag was still attached to my face with some kind of strap around my head. I was lifting my head looking at Crystal's panty-clad ass when I realized that I had not looked at my body, below the neck, since I arrived at this house. The casts were still on my feet and the pink waist cincher was still secured around my torso. I could definitely see some differences in my physique, but I was still laying down and guessed that the changes would be more prominent once I got back on my feet. I cocked my neck down to my chest as something there caught my eye. Drawn on my chest in black marker were two big round circles. There was also some kind of red dye that had been applied around my nipples. Crystal's voice interrupted my inspection as she greeted my with "good morning princess. Did you have a good rest. You certainly needed it after the week you've had. Don't worry though dear, it will all be over soon. When you wake up next, you will be all done." Crystal injected something into the IV tube and I could feel my mind clouding. I remembered this feeling and knew that I was falling asleep. Based on past experiences with these kinds of sleeps, I wasn't going to like what I found when I woke up. I could faintly hear the door to the room open as I drifted off and heard Crystal say, "the patient's ready Dr. Peters. Was this the same Dr. Peters that we fought for in court just last month and won? I had a feeling I would find out. I woke up from my deep sleep in different surroundings. This was Crystal's guest room, with all the pink trim. I felt...well, strange all over. I tried to lift my head but, realized that I didn't have the strength. I did notice that my legs and arms were secured to the bed though, leaving me in a spread eagle position. I rolled eyes over to my left arm and noticed that I still had part of the IV tube stuck in me, the part where you inject needles into. The sun came in through the window and I realized that this was first time I had seen sunlight since.....well, a really long time I guessed. It felt good. Crystal entered the room and bid me a "good morning princess" and over the course of the next hour, she had explained that with Dr. Peters' help (yes, it was the same Dr. Peters) I now had a proud set of tits. I didn't get to see them as I couldn't lift my head and she wouldn't hold up a mirror but, I had a feeling that they were big from the weight that I felt on my chest. She did say that a mirror wouldn't have done any good anyway because I was wearing a special support bra to help the tits develop the correct form. The casts were not on my feet anymore and I noticed that I couldn't flex my ankles very much. Crystal told me this was because the casts had forced my achilies tendon to shrink and my feet would have a permanent point to them from now on. Throughout this hour of explanation, I was able to ask Crystal questions, I wasn't wearing the gag anymore. My voice had high pitch to it that I certainly wasn't used to. Every time I opened my mouth to talk, I thought someone else in the room was talking. It was really weird! Once the hour was over Crystal injected something into the IV tube, something that was supposed to help me relax and dull the pain from the surgery. The following 2 weeks flew by. I was never allowed to get up from my bed, the restraints were never loosened. This whole time I was kept on the "relaxing" drug and it kept me from facing reality. When Crystal stopped giving me my daily dose, I started to come to. It was at this time that the support bra was removed and I got the first look at my new tits. They were huge! Crystal told me that the bras I had purchased for her were really for me. If I remembered correctly, those bras were 42DD. Holy shit!! Another 2 weeks flew by with a routine that was established on the day I came out the semi-conscious state. My head would be propped up on the pillows, with my arm restraints secured to a support connecting the tops of the 3' bed- posts. Crystal had wheeled another large screen TV into my room and every day at about 10:00am (I'm guessing because I didn't have a clock in my room) the porno movies would start. As they began, Crystal would come into the room wearing sexy lingerie (usually some kind of teddy with garters or something sheer so her nipples and ass could be seen) and hook a sleeve- like device around my cock. She would then attach the familiar gag on me and connect the tube to the cock sleeve. Next, she would pull the 4' long spreader bar that my ankles were attached to up towards my head and push a vibrating dildo in my ass (she told me that these were in the package that I picked up from "Foxy Fantasies"). Once the vibrator was in place, Crystal would pull my arms up higher until I was in a sitting position, with my back against the headboard. The spreader bar would then be reattached to the bottom of the bed, securing my legs. Some new things were introduced to me at this point. Special dual-purpose nipple clamps became Crystal's new 'toy' of choice. Each successive day, the nipple clamps were weighed down with more and more weight. Now we're not talking pounds here but, rather ounces or fraction of ounces. You don't need pounds of weight on your nipples to get the desired effect that Crystal wanted. "What was the effect she wanted?" you ask? Well, she wanted me to develop a set of long thick nipples that would be so prominent, you couldn't take your eyes off them. The vibrations were still part of the routine, however they were centred in different areas. The dildo still sent vibrations through the core of my body and was always perfectly timed with the porno movies. The cock sleeve didn't vibrate anymore but was replaced with the weighted nipple clamps that also served as nipple vibrators. The first time that the nipple clamps started vibrating, I almost passed out from the intense pleasure. I noticed that my nipples would swell to huge proportions when aroused but my cock wouldn't get hard. This really freaked me out the first time, in fact I screamed out loud (in my new high-pitched bimbo voice). Crystal came to the rescue and explained to me that the main blood supplying veins to my cock had been redirected to each nipple. Therefore, now upon arousal, my nipples would receive the same blood flow that my 6" cock would have received previously, that's a lot of blood for two small buds of skin!. Crystal also told me that the weights on my nipples multiplied the actual effect and when removed, my nipples wouldn't swell up so large. That was why she was applying the weights to get them as big a possible so that once the weights were removed, they would be very prominent. I didn't realize it at first but, because my cock only had a very limited blood supply and wouldn't get hard, my orgasms weren't the same. I didn't realize it because the cock sleeve didn't allow me to see but, when I came, the cum didn't shoot out of my cock (there wasn't enough blood supply for the muscles to contract and release), but rather, it would 'leak' out in a steady flow. When the 2 weeks were over, my debut to the world was close at hand. Over the last 14 days I had watched probably close to 100 porno movies. My nipples had become extremely sensitive with the increased blood flow and when aroused (which only took the brush of Crystal's hand) would swell up to about the thickness of a man's thumb and about 3/4" long. I drank enough of my own cum over this time that I didn't need any other nourishment. My ass had graduated to very large and thick dildos (I didn't know exactly how large they had become) and my orgasm had been conditioned. I could probably cum now just from the squeezing of my nipples, did I mention that they were overly sensitive? It was now 6 weeks since the day I stepped into Crystals office to quit. So much had changed and I knew that I had no chance to escape Crystal's grip until I was released from these binds and got outside of the house. Could this be the day? Crystal came into my room this afternoon and informed me that we were going out tonight to celebrate the birth of the new me. As she unbound my hands and feet, I was told that my new name was Kayla, Kayla Eastcock. I was helped up, off the bed (the first time on my feet in 6 weeks) by two muscular attendants that were introduced to me as Crystal's house keepers. When I stood up, a pain shot straight through my legs from my ankles. Because of the casts that I had worn, I was forced to stand almost on toes. Crystal was quick to react, expecting this reaction from me with a pair of white high heeled slippers with a feathery boa around the toes. They had extremely high heels on them and I expected them to be painful to stand in. To my surprise, my feet felt quite comfortable in the high heels. They provided just enough support and any lower, my feet would have been in pain. Were these the shoes I had purchased? If so, these were 6" heels. I realized that until I escaped and had my feet fixed, I would have to wear at least 6" heels in order to walk. Crystal handed me a sheer white, thigh- length, robe and I was allowed to shower. It felt so great to wash my hair (well, it wasn't MY hair) and to wash my body. I was amazed at just how smooth my body was. When I started to soap-up my chest, my nipples became extremely hard. The touch of my fingers and the slipperiness of the soap, intensified the feelings and started massaging them vigorously. I was in heaven! I certainly wasn't happy with Crystal for attaching these huge mounds to my chest, but wow, did ever feel great! I was lost in my feeling of pleasure and didn't hear the shower door open. As I kept my eyes closed, and continued to twist, pull and knead my nipples, I felt something slide in my ass. Crystal had followed me into the bathroom and anticipated this exploration I was lost in. She had soaped up her fingers and was pushing them in and out of my ass. I didn't know but, she was able to push two whole fingers into me and it didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact, within a minute of her initiating this finger fucking I was getting, I was pushed over the top. The sensations I was getting from my nipples coupled with Crystal's fingers, made me shudder in an intense orgasm. When I had come down from my high, I turned around and felt totally embarrassed that I had just cum without touching my cock. Crystal just looked at me and smiled. Her gaze dropped down to my thighs to where my cum was sliding down my legs, mixed with the soap from my tits. I quickly turned around and finished my shower, careful not to put my hands anywhere near my tits. I wrapped the pink towel that was left for me around my tits (just a girl does), slipped the high-heeled slippers on and proceeded back to my room. I entered the room and Crystal motioned for me to sit down in front of the make-up table mirror. When I sat down and looked into the mirror, I was shocked. This was the first time that I had seen myself since my arrival here. Looking back at me was someone that I didn't recognize. Sitting across from me in the mirror was an absolutely gorgeous blonde with beautiful features, thick dark eyeliner (on the top and bottom of her eyelids) and huge "candy apple" red puffy lips. I thought to myself that I used to call lips like these "the perfect cocksucker lips" when I was a man, then it occurred to me that the person sitting opposite was me! I looked up over my right shoulder at Crystal who knew I was looking for some sort of explanation. She told me that when I was unconscious, she had a friend permanently tattoo the black eyeliner and red lipstick on me. She didn't want me to fuss over make-up to much. She said this in such a way that she was doing me a favour. "Yeah, right. Some favour." I thought. Now, even if I could escape and get a doctor to remove these tits, I would still be stuck with permanent eyeliner and lipstick. Over the next 2 hours, Crystal worked on my hair. She dried it and curled it and when she was done, I had the most beautiful, blonde hair I had seen on someone. My hair came down to my shoulder blades and the curling that Crystal did gave it a lot of body. I was helped up from the make-up table chair and I noticed that there was a number of articles of clothing set out on the bed. Well clothing maybe wasn't the right word. Strips of clothing would be more accurate. Crystal helped me on with a bra and panty set of white silk. Nether the bra or panties did much to hide anything. The bra just covered the tops of the dark circles of my nipples, and pushed my tits way up and in to create huge cleavage. It was an odd feeling, once the bra was secure, as I realized just how big and heavy my tits were. They looked like 2 small beach balls wrapped in white silk. You could plainly see the outline of my nipples, and I wasn't even aroused yet. Knowing how big they got when aroused, I wondered if the bra would provide enough restriction to keep them under control. The panties were somewhere in between a thong and full back. They were a tight fitting, unelastic silk material that forced my ass cheeks apart slightly while covering the top part of each cheek, almost like Daisy-duke shorts. The next item was a white silk and lace garter belt with wide silky, elastic garters and small white bows at the clip. As I fastened the garment around my now tiny waist, Crystal opened a package of new black stockings (again, the ones that I had purchased on my shopping trip to the mall). When I rolled the stockings up my hairless legs, a shiver ran up my spine because of how silky and smooth they made my legs feel. I didn't realize the stockings had a seam on them and Crystal helped to straighten the seam all the way down the back of my legs. She also helped me attach the garters to the stockings. When they were secure, I looked at myself in mirror and thought, in addition to looking extremely sexy (I would have fucked the brains out of someone who looked like this when I was a man), that the black stockings and white garters had an unmistakable contrast to them. I wondered if this was the effect that Crystal wanted. Indeed it was, but I didn't know it. Having all my undergarments on, Crystal had me follow her into the walk-in closet. I found on the racks, a complete wardrobe, appropriate for a hooker, hanging on the racks. She told me that these were inside the packages that I picked up during my shopping experience. She picked out an extremely short, white silk button-down blouse with short sleeves and she also picked- out black piece of material off a hanger that had me wondering what it was for. I followed her back out to the bedroom and she handed me the black "thing" and I gave her a confused look. In my high-pitched voice I asked her, "what do I do with this?" She responded my saying that I was to step into it and zipper it up the back. As I stepped into it, I realized that it was a short pleated skirt. Did I mention that it was short? When I had pulled it up over my garter belt and zipped it up, the skirt fell to about an inch below the stocking tops. It was tight around my waist (as tiny as it was) and flared out with the pleats to hang relatively loose. Crystal had me twirl around and as I did, I could see my reflection in the mirror as the skirt rose-up and billowed out so that you could plainly see where my legs and the lace tops of the stockings met. You could also see the white garters and my white panty-clad ass as they contrasted against the black skirt and black stockings. I would really have to watch myself in this outfit that I didn't bend over, walk too fast or with too long of a stride as any of these actions would give all those looking a clear view of what I could see in mirror. Next came the blouse that I learned had 2 long pieces of the shirt hanging from the bottom that once the 3 buttons were done up the front, was tied off. The end result was a bare stomach. The shirt fit rather snug. I wouldn't say that it was tight but, you could plainly see the outline of my nipples through the stretched fabric. There was now two layers of fabric, the bra and the shirt, between an onlooker's eye and my nipples and you could still plainly see the outline. I couldn't imagine what it would look like once they got hard! Crystal then gave me some bracelets and bangles for my wrists, one for my ankle and several pairs of earrings. I didn't notice until now that my ears had been pierced. With all the surprises up to now, this didn't really phase me. I was almost to the point of thinking, "OK, what's next." I was surprised though to find that I had 4 piercings on each ear though. Three were on the lobe and one higher up on the ear. When the earrings were put in, I had one large silver hoop, two small lightning bolt studs on the lower portion of each ear and a small silver loop with a pendant through the loop in the hole further up my ear. Each ear had a different pendant. One ear had the male symbol (a circle with an arrow through the top right side) and the other had the female symbol (a circle with a cross on the bottom). Crystal said these would remind me, every time I looked in the mirror, that I was a man and a woman. I wasn't one or the other, but somewhere in between. "Thanks a lot", I thought, "like I need a reminder". Crystal turned me around, once everything was in place and I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow! I couldn't believe the reflection in mirror was me. Here I was, 6 weeks ago, a normal heterosexual male, and now I was looking at myself. Standing there was an overly sexual looking blonde bombshell with huge tits, large thick nipples, big "cocksucker" lips and a tiny waist. The slut looking back at me was wearing a midriff bearing white, silk blouse that did nothing to hide her tits, and a short black flared skirt that just barely hid the black, lace-top stockings and white garters and panties underneath. Just then, Crystal reached her hands around me and started softly drawing circles around my nipples with her fingernails. I closed my eyes briefly, enjoying the sensations and when she stopped and I opened my eyes in disappointment, I saw just what I had feared. I couldn't take my eyes off my nipples. The two layers of fabric did nothing to conceal what looked like to small thumbs sticking out from my tits. They were unmistakable! While I was staring at my nipples in the mirror, Crystal's hands moved down to raise the front of my skirt. I was surprised to see just how smooth the front of my panties were. "See how womanly you look Kayla. Your little secret doesn't even show because there's no blood to feed it. It's almost like a little "clitty"! I was surprised that when she started to stroke her fingers over my "clitty" that I could feel all the sensations that I felt before the changes were made and it felt great. My nipples started to grow again just from her touching me, but I couldn't get hard. The only thing that got hard on me now were my nipples. I was still standing there in shock when Crystal grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the familiar confines of my room. Crystal handed me a small purse and revealed the contents to me. Inside was my new ID and some touch up cosmetics (which I didn't really need because everything was tattooed on). Upon closer examination, I noticed that the name on the ID was misspelled. "Miss. Cross, you spelled my name wrong. This says Eatscock not Eastcock." "Oh, isn't that a shame. Well, it's not a big deal, it's only two letters out of place and anyone could have made that mistake." This did nothing to comfort me as I was worried that I would now be known as Kayla Eatscock. She then took me to her bedroom where she proceeded to change. She put on a dark brown, tube dress. The kind that is all one piece and is skin tight. Of course, the dark colour of the dress hid her true assets and when she stood beside me in the full le