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Black Widow
by Laura303
My head was spinning as the elevator doors closed. The sudden
acceleration as the car started upwards up was enough to cause me to grab
onto the handrail at the back of the car. The flowery scent of her perfume
was magnified by the close quarters, and for the umpteenth time that
evening I wondered how I could be so lucky.
It had been just a regular Friday Afterwork Club night. I'd gone to a
local bar with a few of the girls from work, and knocked back a few while
we all complained about the job, the pay, the boss, all the usual stuff. I'd
noticed an exotic looking woman sitting in the corner near the back, but
she seemed to have a standoffish air that was keeping the casual riff-raff
away.
As the evening progressed, the girls started talking about things that
aren't normally broached in mixed company. I tried to participate at first,
but it became rather apparent that my comments on makeup were worse
than useless and that my thoughts on fashion 'hopelessly chauvinistic'.
Can I help it that I think short skirts and high heels are sexy? Well, rather
than become the target of their next gripe session, I decided to visit the
facilities and check out the evening's crowd.
On my way back to my friend's table. I noticed the woman I had seen
earlier. She was still sitting alone, but she definitely had changed her
attitude. The expression she wore could only be described as predatory.
She scanned the room slowly, searching for someone to pounce on.
Apparently, I was watching her a bit too intently, because a half-second
later her eyes locked their steady gaze on me. I felt a rush of excitement as
her stare held mine. She was wearing a full turtleneck sweater the color of
a soft red wine. Her hair was a silky blue-black, feathered and layered to
frame her face perfectly. Here eyes were the color of sapphires, a deep
blue that glinted with a kind of dangerous beauty.
I seem to remember wandering over to her table, and somehow found
myself sitting down with her. I'm not really sure what line I used, or if I
even said anything to her at all. I think we made small talk, but I haven't
the faintest idea what it could have been. I managed to catch her name at
least, Lisa. We must have talked for quite a while though, because the
shot glasses began piling up on our table. I think I caught a few envious
glances from some of the guys nearby, and a few sneers from some of the
women. By the time she suggested that we go back to her place, I would
have followed her straight into hell itself.
As I listened to the chime the elevator made each time it passed a floor, I
found myself tracing the outline of her stocking-clad calves with my eyes.
Her shoes were a pair of shiny black pumps, which served to perfectly
define the contours of her very shapely legs. Her black leather skirt was
cut just low enough to be barely practical, and high enough to let everyone
know exactly what it was covering. I was dying to get into her pants, and
it certainly looked like I was going to get the chance.
When the doors opened I was startled to see not the hallway I expected,
but a well-appointed lobby. There was only one door, a pair of heavy
panes of frosted glass that obviously lead into the penthouse suite. I
admired the gentle curve of her ass as she walked over to an unmarked
slot in the doorframe and inserted a credit card into the lock. She posed
for me there as the doors silently swung inward, striking a wonderful
balance between coy and erotic as she blew me a kiss and gestured for me
to enter.
As I entered, my attention was immediately drawn to a gorgeous view of
the city lights as seen from high above, through a series of plate-glass
windows that had to be thirty feet wide. The dim urban light cast eerie
shadows on the plush furnishings in the room. A circle of couches
surrounded a large circular fireplace, which appeared to be burning a low
blue flame. The chimney was nowhere to be seen, but as I approached I
noticed a series of carefully angled jets of air directing the smoke up to an
opening in the ceiling. It had to cost a bloody fortune.
I felt a pair of warm hands snake around my waist as my hostess slipped
up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her breasts
into my back. Her hands found their way up to my chest, cupping my
pects as her lips and teeth nibbled on my ear. I felt my knees quiver as her
hands began to massage my chest and her tongue darted into my ear. I felt
my cock straining against the fabric of my slacks as she touched me. I
wanted to hold her as well, but she let go of me and took me by the hand,
leading me to her plush leather sofa.
When we arrived, she pushed me down onto her couch. I tried to pull
her down on top of me but she placed a hand my chest and gave me a firm
push, knocking me back into its soft cushions. Before I could recover I
heard soft music begin to fill the room. The beat was primitive and
sensuous. It sounded a bit like a popular dance track, but I couldn't quite
place it. She began to move and dance, twisting her body in time with the
music. I sat entranced as she began to touch herself as she moved.
The dance quickly became a sexual metaphor, and before long she pulled
off her sweater. Her breasts were even more appealing now, with their
creamy fullness gently cupped by a dark burgundy satin bra. A
shimmering golden pendant was nestled between those gorgeous mounds.
I was mesmerized as she skillfully shimmied out of her tight leather skirt,
revealing a matching pair of bikini-cut panties.
She was rubbing herself now, massaging her breasts with her hands and
occasionally allowing a finger to slip between her smooth legs. She was
still wearing her shoes and stockings, which only seemed to add to the
illicit and highly erotic nature of the scene. Her nipples were clearly
visible now, and she was sporadically emitting a husky moan or high-
pitched squeak to escape her lips. I wanted her so badly I could think of
nothing else. Except the music, which somehow refused to be ignored.
She walked over to me and knelt down between my legs. Her cleavage
was only a few inches from my face. She began to undress me by
unbuttoning my shirt. I shifted enough for her to remove it, then she
unzipped my pants. Again, I moved so she could pull them down. I
wanted to help her, but it just seemed too much effort. Instead I just sat
back and enjoyed the view as she removed my shoes and socks, and
finally my underwear. I sat naked on her couch, my throbbing cock
eagerly awaiting her next move.
She stood up and reached behind her back with both hands. Her bra
popped loose, freeing her glorious breasts from their captivity. They
bounced and swayed most invitingly as she cast away her bra. Then she
began to softly caress her breasts, teasing her nipples with her palms and
fingers. My attention was completely focused on her supple form as she
stood and resumed her dance. She began a complex play of motion with
her hands, weaving and shifting with the music. It was mesmerizing,
watching her nearly naked form writhing in front of me.
After a couple of minutes the music began to change, slowing and
becoming even more erotic. Her movements changed as well, until her
entire body seemed to become liquid. She touched and caressed herself,
teasing her wet pussy or cup her luscious breasts. The music was having
an effect on me as well. The new pace was completely relaxing, and
though I was horny as hell, with a very stiff rod to prove it, I found
myself feeling more and more comfortable on her couch.
She moved closer, now only a couple of feet away. She was still
moving her hips in time with the music, but now she had one hand buried
between her legs and another massaging her tits. I thought about reaching
up to touch her, but the hypnotic sounds of the music overcame my will
before I even realized it. She leaned down towards me, her breasts
dangling in front of my face. I wanted to touch them, but the pendant
captured my attention before I could act. It was hanging down from her
neck, twisting on its chain. Images danced across its surface, but they
didn't seem to be reflections of the room. IT was more like I was looking
through a lens, and seeing the distorted images of things on the other side.
Suddenly, it was gone. She stood naked before me, having removed her
panties as she bent over. She reached up and cupped her tits in her hands,
obviously enjoying herself. Then she reached behind her neck with both
hands to unfasten the necklace. Her breasts were thrust out from her
chest, tantalizingly round and firm. She held it between us, while the
pendant gleamed in the dim light. She leaned close, and fastened it around
my neck. It was an unmistakably feminine accessory, but I couldn't seem
to find the will to protest. Then she sat down on the couch next to me,
placing one leg on my lap, the other behind my neck. Her glistening pussy
was spread wide open, just inches from my fingers.
"Do you know what's happening here tonight?" she asked in a low,
husky voice.
I tried to answer, but I had to settle for just shaking my head. I felt so
tired, and my arms felt like lead. The pendant was hot against my bare
skin. The musky aroma of her sex was making my head spin.
"You're here to learn how to please me," she said. "Watch, and learn."
She slid her hand between her legs, slowly traced a circle around her
mound. Her probing fingers parted the bright pink folds of her neither
lips, revealing a small nub of flesh buried within them. She quivered and
gasped as her fingers brushed against it. My attention was riveted on her
crotch, but I was becoming increasingly aware of the weight of the
pendant on my chest. It seemed to be getting heavier.
"You know...what they say...about pleasing a woman," she gasped as
her arousal grew. "Only a woman really...knows what to do."
Her fingers were moving faster now, and I could feel the tension in her
leg muscles as her orgasm grew near. I had heard her words, but the
music and her performance was keeping me from comprehending what
she had said.
"So that's...", she panted, "what I'm...going to make...you."
She was covered in a sheen of sweat now, franticly rubbing her pussy.
Her other hand was massaging her tits again, while her head thrashed
back and forth on the arm of the couch. Then she looked up at me, and
smiled a huge Cheshire grin.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "its beginning!!!"
She began to shake violently, spasming in the throes of orgasm. She
cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure surrounded her. I was
still bound by her spell, but some part of her words began to sink into my
muddled brain. What the hell did she mean about making me a woman? I
managed to tear my eyes away from her quivering form, and looked down
at my own.
I saw pretty much what I expected to see, the body of a barely athletic
man in his late twenties. I was just developing a bit of a paunch around
my waist, but it didn't seem too obvious right now, despite the fact that I
was sitting down. My cock was still standing straight up in the air,
practically begging for attention. But something wasn't quite right. Then
I noticed my nipples, and was stunned at what I saw.
They were huge! More than twice the size they had been only a few
minutes ago. I wanted to scream, but the lethargy I'd felt ever since the
music began was too much to resist. All I could do was stare at them in
absolute astonishment. They were fat and puffy, the kind I'd love to wrap
my tongue around and nibble on with my teeth. As if on queue, I felt a
strange tightening sensation, and they began to harden, standing out
straight and proud, just waiting to be touched.
Lisa removed her leg from behind my neck and sit up on the couch next
to me. She was still flushed from her efforts, and I could feel the heat of
her body pressing up against me. She reached out and very lightly
brushed her finger against one of my swollen nipples. The feeling was
exquisite and horrifying at the same time. I wanted to scream, but all I
could managed was a faint whimper.
"You liked that, didn't you," she whispered softly in my ear. I tried to
deny it, and to shut out the sound of her voice. All I could do was sit very
still and pray that she would leave me alone.
"I know you did," she said. Now her hand was stroking my abdomen
gently. It seemed firmer than it should have, and my skin seemed very
sensitive to her touch. It wasn't until she moved her arm that I saw the
reason. My waist was getting smaller, and my skin was shrinking with it.
I was about to contemplate the meaning of all this when her hand worked
its way up to my chest surrounded my aching nipple. I shuddered as she
cupped the loose flesh on my chest, trying to deny the sensation of her
hand pressed up against me.
"They're getting bigger, you know," she said as she massaged my chest,
"soon they'll be just like mine."
I was in complete and utter torment. I was revolted by what she was
doing to me, and yet the pleasure of her caress was undeniable. If I'd had
my wits about me I would probably have been able to break free, but
every time I tried to gather my strength, the music would fill my head and
drain it completely away.
"There's no point in resisting me," she whispered as she nibbled on my
ear lobe. "The CD we're listening to has a subliminal carrier that you'll
never be able to resist. But I know that won't stop you from trying." She
chuckled softly, "and you know, sometimes I think that's the best part."
I turned my face away from her, trying to prove her wrong. Her hand
was still caressing my chest. The shifting weight I felt every time she
touched me could only mean one thing - I had tits now. I wanted to throw
her off of me, to run from the room howling like a maniac, but all I could
do was just sit there and suffer the exquisite touch of her magic hands.
Suddenly I felt an icy hot sensation on chest, which was quickly replaced
by the wet heat of her lips and tongue as she took my nipple into her
mouth.
I couldn't help but moan with pleasure, even as I struggled to fight my
treacherous body.
"I love the way a rough nipple feels against my tongue," she said as she
toyed with me, "don't you? Soon you'll be all woman, and then you'll
really know how the other half lives!"
Up 'til this point I was so concerned with my new breasts that I'd
completely forgotten about the other changes that had to be occurring all
over my body. I forced my self to look down and see just how far the
process had gone. What I saw nearly sent me into tears.
My once proud cock was now a shriveled lump of flesh, barely poking
out of my crotch. My stomach and waist was now noticeably smaller, but
my hips were as wide as ever. A pair of small but undeniable breasts sat
on my once hard chest, and the coarse black hair that had covered my
arms, legs, and chest since high school was now only downy brown fuzz.
"Please," I sobbed, "stop." Even as I spoke my voice cracked as it had
back in junior high, turning my desperate plea into a ridiculous squeak.
"It's much too late for that, my pretty," she said as she kissed her way
across my chest. The heat of her breasts pressed against mine sent a
shiver down my spine. "That amulet you're wearing has pushed you well
over the border between man and woman, you'd never be satisfied if you
stopped now."
Suddenly I understood that somehow the pendant she had placed around
my neck was responsible for the changes I was experiencing. I had to get
it off! Mustered every ounce of willpower I had left, and managed to lift
my hand up to my chest. It felt searingly hot as my fingers closed around
it, but the surge of triumph I felt as I tugged on it overcame any the pain.
I pulled as hard as I could, but the chain was stronger than it looked, and
refused to break. Lisa eyed me curiously as I struggled, then stood up,
and kneeled down between my legs.
"I told you it was too late," she said, then she buried her face between
my legs.
I cried out as her lips made contact, flooding my senses with sexual
pleasure. I kept feeling strange and conflicting sensations as her lips and
tongue caressed me, but they were all extremely erotic. There were times
when I could almost feel her tugging and sucking on my cock, and other
times when I could feel her wet tongue sliding up inside me, rubbing
places I had never known before.
Without realizing it, my hand shifted from the pendant to my own breast,
and I cried out in delight as I discovered exactly how I liked to be touched.
My other hand cupped my other tit, and soon I was squeezing and rubbing
them for all I was worth. I began to slide forward on the couch, grinding
my hips into Lisa's face. My legs managed to wrap themselves around
her shoulders, allowing me to pull her even tighter. She was fucking me
with her tongue now, and using her hands to rub my clit - the last remnant
of my poor cock. But at that moment I didn't care about anything except
the squirming wet muscle she was shoving inside me.
I screamed out loud as my first female orgasm ploughed through my
senses, and gasped for breath as a second and even a third washed over
me. Her deft tongue was playing me like an old pro, sending me to
heights I'd never even imagined possible. Finally, she broke free, and
climbed up to lay on top of me, her breasts pressed tightly against mine. I
felt her lips against mine, while the familiar scent of womanhood filled my
nose. I opened my mouth to her willingly, and savored the taste of my
juices on her tongue.
We held our embrace for several long moments, and I finally realized that
the music, which had held me prisoner, had stopped. I was free to move
and do anything I wanted, but all I could think of was what her lovely
pussy would taste like.
And somewhere deep down inside of me, I heard the raging screams of
my old male self.
"What have you done to me?" I asked in my new, almost melodious
voice.
"I've made you over in your own image," she said simply, "with a little
hint or two from me. Men always want women with huge tits and no
waist, but that just isn't practical. I've given you a firm, athletic body that
won't sag for years." She smiled as she sat up and admired my new
form. "But I didn't skimp on the best parts, either!"
"But why?" I asked, as my hand reached out to caress her smooth ass, "I
would never have wanted this."
She smiled wickedly at that, and said, "That's exactly why. I love the
feeling of power I get when I see a man helpless and under my spell. The
thrill of the spider springing her trap, watching them struggle when they
realize what is happening to them, until they finally surrender to the
inevitable pleasure they receive."
I stared at horror at her as she spoke, finally realizing how completely
she had changed me. I should have been furious, but all I could muster
was mild irritation. Her transformation was complete, and as her warm,
soft body climbed on top of mine, I surrendered to her touch.
"At least you didn't make me attracted to guys," I said as she lowered her
pussy onto my face.
"Oh," she said coyly, "we'll see."
Suddenly I felt something huge and hard pushing into my hole. I cried
out in surprise, then pleasure as she worked the large dildo into me. It
seemed to fill me completely, and then she started moving it in and out in a
slow, rhythmic motion.
"Oh, god," I cried, "OH YES!!!!"
And somewhere down in the depths of my soul, my old male self
vanished forever. Lisa has lots of old friends for me to play with, but
even so I miss him sometimes. That's when Lisa brings home a new man
for us to play with.
Sometimes, we even keep him that way.
(the end)
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