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This story, while short and sweet, contains some bad words and veiled
references to m2f transformation. It is based on a dream that I had. Hope you
all enjoy it, BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE OVER 18 AND AGREED NOT TO
POST THIS. It is for your personal enjoyment and is not to be rebroadcast
in any form. Thanx, Karyn
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Melissa Virus
By Karyn Amethyst
Part one
It was 3 am and I was getting tired. I had spent the last four days
designing web pages and I was tired and wanted to sleep. The glowing green
lights of the L.E.D. on the kitchen clock illuminate the counter as I dig into
the fridge for some milk. Warm milk always helps me sleep, ever since I
was little. As the milk was heating in the pan on the stove, I went over to the
computer to shut down for the night when I notice that I have email. So,
opening the mail program and checking my mail, I notice a message that says:
Urgent message for Ryan Davis!!
Well, why not. I am allowed to get urgent messages. I double-click
on the mail icon to open it. The screen goes blank and flickers a couple
times. Noise sputters from the speakers and I can hear the hard drive clicking
along. The message opens and says:
Dear Mr. Davis,
You have been selected to try our new product. It is irreversible and
cannot be slowed or stopped. Any attempt to fight it and you'll wish you'd
never been born. Please just accept this, as our gift to you and all will be
well. More instructions to come later.
Signed Your New Benefactress.
A weird tingle runs down my spine. I think momentarily about trying
to trace the email address, but the message deletes itself and the computer
disconnects, by itself (?!?), and goes to shut down. I guess I was finished
for the night anyway. Moving back to the kitchen I find that the milk is done
heating, but for some reason it is in a bottle. "I don't remember having
bottles in here." I quickly turn the stove off and sit down. "Damn freaky
shit!" cursing I walk upstairs, bottle still in hand. I hear a noise in the top
bedroom. Walking slowly and quietly up the stairs, and slowly opening the
door, I hear a sound. It sounds like some kinda bird the way it is cooing. I
notice a bundle wrapped in a bassinet in the corner. I pick the bundle up
gently. It is a baby, with bright red hair and pale skin. I lift the bottle to her
lips and let her suck. She greedily drinks the liquid down. You'd think she
was never fed but she looks healthy. I get this image in my mind of a woman
with long dark red hair stand there holding this baby, she looks familiar, she
is rocking the baby back and forth, saying something comforting, no, maybe
even singing. I can hear it now, like a sirens song. It is soothing. I notice
the child's eyes beginning to droop. Her eyes close and I gently put her back
in the crib, and sighing walk back to the kitchen.
I rinse the bottle out and clean up. It looks like my kitchen but a little
different I think as I look around, but too tired to think about it, I stumble
back up the stairs to mine and the baby's room. As I lay down in the bed and
pull the comforter up, I notice it looks strange. Like it is not my usual one. I
am becoming too tired to think, and my stomach is aching. I begin to try and
rest but only succeed in getting more uncomfortable, so I get up and let the
dark green silk pajamas slide off of me. I remember buying them, but never
wearing them. Now naked I lay back down and start to drift off to sleep.
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DAY 2, 8:30 am
I am awoken by the doorbell ringing. Rushing, I pick up my robe
and start heading down the stairs. I wrap the robe about my body and tie it
quickly. I make it to the door, and look through the peep hole. A UPS man.
I open the door a crack. "Hello?"
"Yes, I have a package for you ma'am." He says handing me the clipboard to
sign it. I see he is holding a small box. About the size of a shoe box. I
quickly scratch my name into the paper, pressing hard to make sure the I get
it on all three copies, and I hand the clipboard back.
"Thanks and have a good day, Miss." He smiles deeply and looks me over
once more and heads for the brown truck parked at the front of the lawn. I
shut the door, locking it and putting the chain on. His calling me Miss, and
Ma'am kinda bothered me but I was unsure why. I walk to the kitchen. "Still
tired!" I think aloud. I begin making coffee and then sit at the table to deal
with the ominous package.
I take a pair of scissors from the drawer and slice into the side of the
package where the tape seems at least an inch think. I struggle with it for
thirty minutes. "I am feeling weak from lack of sleep;" I tell myself, as if
trying to console myself. I open the box and there are 4 disks, Each is an
Iomega 100 Meg. zip cartridge and each has a label on it. I pull the disks
out, and notice a single sheet of paper at the bottom of the box. Opening the
paper it says:
My Dearest Ryan,
You may not remember what you have done to me or how
much you have put me through but you are mine now and I intend to repay
you in kind as you did to me. You will notice changes around you. That is
because you are in need of a change to make you see that you must not act as
you have in the past. I am watching you and will be in touch.
Melissa
"Huh? I dumped her ages ago! What does that crazy bitch want?"
Just as I replace the letter, and pick up the disks to read the labels, the phone
by the computer rings. "Oh, my God," I scream looking at the clock. It is
10:00, I was supposed to be to work by nine! I run to answer the phone,
ready to do my best sick voice. I pick up the phone, and there is a noise. It
was like a fax machine or a modem, but lower pitched. It made my core of
my being tremor. I hung up the phone and sat down at the computer. Still in
a daze from the weirdness of my day. I look at the disks in my hands.
"Children's Stories", "Makeup, Fashion & Health", "Breastfeeding" and
"Home Making & Other". My curiosity was piqued. I knew I had to get
dressed first though, so I go upstairs and begin to get in the shower. I
walked into the bathroom and turn on the lights. I stand in front of the large
marble counter. I slowly untie the bathrobe and let it slip from my shoulders.
The silk robe falls to the black tile floor, and as I look up into the mirror. As
I look up, I notice that my once short blonde hair is long and kinky, curly,
and deep dark red. My cheekbones are high and prominent, while my neck
looked long and aristocratic. My eyes were a deep sea green and shined with
an Inner Light. My shoulders were narrower as was my chest except for the
two grapefruit sized breasts on my chest. I gaped open mouthed at the way
the both jutted and hung from my chest. They looked enormous on my tiny
chest. My narrow waist and what we used to call "childbirthing hips".
Between my thighs is a small red patch of pubic hair. The curls look neatly
trimmed and well kept. I felt the urge to pee, so I sat down on the toilet and
relax, letting the liquid trickle from between my newly formed lips. I wiped
and then stood up. Grabbed the counter cause I was feeling off balance. I
turned the water on and got in the shower. I turn the water on hot and let
myself soak in the heat and steam. I can feel the stress these changes have
put on me. Put true to form, I am not resisting in any way, just adaptive. I
keep feeling strange feeling all over as the water pelts my bare nipples. They
swell to the size of jellybeans. I lift one of my breasts and run the soap laden
washcloth across it. The soap and wash cloth caress my breast and the
nipples sends little shocks down my body to my crotch. "Wow!" I break the
sound barrier in a sweet dusky contra-alto. My nipples harden at my own
voice.
"Hello? Hello?" I say out loud just to hear my voice echo in the
acoustically sound environment of my shower. I decide to save the
exploration till later. As I shampoo my hair, I notice that it takes much more
to get my hair clean. Maybe I should get it cut. "Nah, I like long hair." a
voice says from within me. Like a command rather than a thought. Strange!
"I need to condition my hair too!" came another thought. I immediately
picked up the bottle and started to take the top off, but stopped. As soon as I
stopped something inside of me twisted in my stomach
I stopped breathing for a moment and then went straight back to
squeezing the conditioner into my hands and working it into my hair. That's
been the first and last time I'd ignore one of those commands, as it were. I
finished my shower in fear and timidity. I didn't want to go through that
again. I toweled off and went into the bedroom and noticed that, in the light,
my room looked different. The apartment seemed larger, and more open and
airy. Like the cleaning lady and an interior decorator had been here while I
was in the shower. I walked over by the window, to where the bassinet
was. There inside of it was an infant.
She was beautiful. She was supposed to be mine, I guess. I picked
her up and immediately I lifted her to my breast. She opened her mouth and
began to suckle at the breast. "Poor girl," I thought, "I only wish I had the
milk to give you."
Just then I felt a pain in my engorged nipple. Then it happened, milk
began coming from my breast. I was feeding her, and it felt great. I sat down
on the bed and turned some music on, just holding her there cradled in my
arms. I felt the warmth of her mouth and of my milk. I wasn't turned on,
No, not at all. I felt secure that my daughter was being fed. That is all that
mattered. A tear rolled down my cheek and fell on my breast right above
Megan's head. Megan, huh, so that was her name. I was going to figure this
out, so help me goddess I would but right now, Amanda needed to be fed
and I had some housework to do.
Megan finished her meal after suckling at both of my breasts. They
felt less swollen but were still way big. I put her back in the bassinet and
went down to the kitchen in my robe. I had a cup of coffee and booted up the
computer. On the disk was a label that said:
Login: Melissa Owens Password: Megan
I put in the disk labeled "Makeup, Fashion & Health". After I put the
disk in, a dialog box popped up that allowed me to enter the username and
password. I entered the name and password and that was when I realized I
knew the name. Melissa Owens was a girl that I had dated in high-school.
She was chesty and dumb, or so I thought. We met at a party the Jamie, my
friend was holding. She was my first fuck and I didn't call her the day after
the party. I screwed her and left her. Well, she got pregnant and had to finish
school this summer, while I was off to school at USF. I was going to learn
Management Info Systems, get a good job and move out to the West Coast.
Maybe Oregon or something. Anyway, I dumped her after that night and
never saw her again. Maybe this was her doing. Anyway, I watched enrapt
as the images on the screen flashed faster and faster. The information was
being absorbed. I knew everything I needed to know about clothing, make-
up, hair, nails, and shoes. I good feel the info in my mind. I weighed my
options. I have no choice really, I must be Melissa now.
I began to weep. I went up and got Megan. It was time for her to get
up or she'd sleep all day and be up all night. We sat down in front of the
T.V. and watched All My Children and then I began straightening up the
house. I found that my drawers were full of women's clothes. Nice
women's clothes, too. Bra's from Fredrick's of Hollywood, panties from
Victoria's Secret, dresses from Limited and Express. I was actually feeling
good about it. At least I could dress nice. I pulled out the bra and put it on.
The back lace and satin padded cups pushed my breasts up. Now I know
why they call it a rack. The panties matched and it felt unusual to have them
so tight and close to my pussy. I used to wear boxers, but now they seemed
silly and I would feel strange having to wear guy underwear. I walked over
to the walk-in closet. I picked out a black, mid-thigh length dress, made out
of rayon and spandex. It clung to my newly developed chest, but flared at
my wide hips. I closed the mirror door to the closet. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them, standing before me was Melissa Owens, looking a little
older, a little maturer. I brush the curls of red hair out of my eyes. "I am
stunning." I thought. Suddenly, I felt that warmth spreading between my
legs. I thought I had to pee again but when I got to the bathroom and sat
down to pee, I was greeted with a wetness that was alien and new to me.
I wiped the juices from my new slit, and accidentally hit my little
swollen clit. Ohhh, my goddess that feels good. I resisted the urge to "play"
because I knew I had stuff to do. Like I had to be done by a certain time.
I put the robe in the closet and went back into the bathroom. I found
my counter full of make-up and hair supplies. I began, as if on auto-pilot , to
apply the make-up to my face. I saw the transformation as I began to look
more and more like a woman. A very attractive woman. I was getting
partially turned on, but just cause the woman in the mirror was so lovely.
Once I was finished, I went downstairs, and Megan, sitting there in her crib
looked up and held out her arms to me. I lifted her. She went straight for my
breasts. So, she was hungry again. I took her back upstairs and fed her, put
her down to nap and went down to get dinner ready.
Day 2; 5:45 PM
I was making Lasagna and Ceaser Salad just like I had planned it. (?)
I had. I am not sure whose thought these were but I was hoping to find out
the answers soon. I was beginning to get butterflys in my stomach. I was
nervous. I couldn't figure out why either. Suddenly I heard the front door
open. I know I had locked it and put the chain on.
"Melissa, it's me honey, come open the door." Called a deep
masculine voice. It also sounded familiar. I walked to the door, and pushed
it closed, removed the chain and opened it. I looked up and it was not just
some guy! It was me. Well, the old me...ohhh...I don't know. I do know
that I passed out from the shock.
Part two: Revelations and Retribution
There I was standing the face to face with myself, or rather my old
self. I looked to the left at Megan. She looked up at me like what now,
Mommy. It was just too much. I felt light and weak then suddenly, I was on
the couch and this soothing voice just kept saying;
"It's alright, honey, I am here."
I open my eyes slowly. It is dark now. I can smell in the air that dinner must
have been saved. "Melissa?" I said.
"Yes, honey, that's your name." The voice told me again. It was me. I was
just going to have to accept that. Wait why should I accept it.
"Owww.....Headache...." I moan, knowing it is coming from my
disobedience.
"I'll get you some water and aspirin." He says soothingly. Ryan, gotta
remember his name is Ryan. That fraud. "Owwww....."
"Ryan." I call out. "I am fine honey. You however must be starved. Let me
get you dinner."
"Not in those shoes you aren't!" He says back to me.
Blushing I run upstairs and change into the three inch heeled black strappy
pumps. I find I have no trouble walking in them, or even walking quickly as
I soon found out. I rushed back to the kitchen, poured Ryan a vodka-tonic
so he could relax. I quickly heated dinner back up while Ryan went through
the mail. I set the table and set Megan up there so she could see him. He
demanded it; that she see her father at the table. I noticed as I prepared
dinner, how straight my posture was and how large it made my breasts look.
It made me proud that they were so soft and sensual. Ryan was watching me
as I moved expertly through the kitchen for the first time in my life.
"It's hard to believe the luck of this family, two of the most beautiful women
in the world!" Ryan said.
I blushed from head to toe. I felt my pussy tighten and then get wet.
Gods, Ryan was turning me on. Before I knew it, I had swooped in; placed
a plate of Lasagna and Ceaser Salad in front of him; and gave him a soft
delicate kiss on the lips! Oh my god, I am acting like a little trained house-
whore.
"Wow, kitten, what's got into you tonite?" Ryan askes, visibly shaken.
"No reason, other than you being sweet to us." I reply. What was I crazy? A
flash of unsteadiness washes over me. For what I know, this "person" was
the reason I was like this.
I sat down and crossed my legs. Feeling the black silk-clad legs sliding
together at the thighs made me even wetter. We ate dinner in near silence.
Except for the usual how was your day, what did you do kinda questions; we
barely spoke. Apparently, he was doing my job, and well from the sound of
it. He said something about a promotion. I felt a glow inside so that I barely
heard him. We finished dinner, I did the dishes and Ryan and Megan went to
the living room to play. Seconds later I heard her giggling and cooing. I
smiled to myself. "He is so good with her" I thought. The thought made me
feel warm inside.
Once I got done with the dishes I went in, picked up Megan from her fathers
lap and went upstairs. Huh, her father. Well, I guess he is. I changed into a
satin short, tank top set. It was light purple and accentuated my large bust. I
took Megan back down to the living room, sat on the couch, and lifted Megan
to my right breast. I lifted my tit out and inched her closer. Megan took the
clue and began suckling her heart out. It made me flutter inside. Ryan
watched from the chair. The T.V. no longer held his attention. There was
this hunger in his eyes.
Megan got her fill, suckling most of the milk out of my right breast but only a
little out of the left. There was a little leakage as I put her in the play pen at
the end of the couch. I turned around and Ryan had moved to where I was
sitting. He pulls me close and down onto his lap so that I am facing him, and
sitting there in his lap! His penis was pushing up into the thin fabric of my
satin shorts. I felt the juices flooding from my womb (!?!) to my pulsating
pussy and clit. He pulled me close gently and lifts my left breast to his
mouth. He begins to suck and I feel for the first time the inflamation that
womanhood can be. My pussy feels like it is beginning to vibrate. I feel the
milk flooding into his mouth. Each time is like a little orgasm, till finally; my
juices flood down my new love hole and soak my satin shorts.
I realize then that I have to have him. I stand up and move back a little, lifting
my top over my head. The shorts are even easier; they slide over my round
hips and ass. They slide down my legs, and I barely even feel the friction
against my smooth legs. I step forward and go down on my knees in front of
him. I loosen the brown leather belt, and begin to unzip his pants. I can't
stop it. I am a prisoner to these desires. I reach in to find him hard. I slide
his pants off, and he began to remove his shirt. I saw his hard cock and my
mouth lunged for it. I could taste the pre-cum coating the tip. I began to bob
my head in time to the bucking of his hips. He was loving this and so was I.
I no longer cared that I used to be this luscious hunk of sex. It no longer
mattered. I just had to have him. I had to taste his semen. I felt his cock
beginning to twitch, and suddenly he exploded in my mouth. I felt like I was
sucking on a volcano. He had cum like I have never known a guy to before.
I swollowed. He was my husband after all. We were now both totally naked
and I moved back to our previous position. I faced him. My huge tits right
near his mouth. They ached for him. As I lowered myself onto him, I felt his
mouth go around my right nipple. He began to suck as I arched my back in
pleasure, giving him further access to my breasts. He pushed my heavy
mounds closer together, taking both nipples in his mouth. He sucked so hard
that he was getting milk out of both nipples!!!
This made me so hot that I couldn't control myself any more. I began to
writhe up and down on his hard cock. It was splitting me open, filling me. I
wanted to laugh, and cry and scream and he knew it. He bucked harder into
me. He began to grind against my clit. This sent new shivers of luscious
feeling through out my entire body till I exploded in a fireball of passion and
cum. I collapsed onto him. His mouth was still draining the milk out of me.
I came and came, gripping his cock so tight that I made him wince a little.
"Oh, honey that was glorious. It hasn't been that good since that first
night." He said. I looked up into his eyes, delerious with the after glow. I
felt our mixed juices swirling inside of me. A new tingling took up in my
womb.
He lay back and I snuggled close. I was loving this. It was that
simple. Something inside of me had changed. I shivered as I lay against him.
He held me tighter. After A few minutes of recovery, we began to move the
"party" upstairs. Megan was put into her bassinet and I went to the bathroom
the clean up a little and ended up spending a half-hour in there. Cleaning
make-up off, brushing my teeth, cleansing my skin with one of the pore
cleaners. By the time I got out to the bedroom, Ryan was asleep. I got in bed
next to him and turned off the light and snuggled close. I was in love and I
knew it. It bothered me deeply, but for some reason, less so now. As I fell
asleep, the last thing I felt was his heart beating. I had never felt such a deep
seated contentment and pleasure as I felt right now.
To be continued...
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