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This is a work of fiction. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Any attempt to re-create these events may be construed as a violation of local, state and physical laws. Anyone reading this younger than eighteen years old, please remove your eyes at your earliest inconvenience. Anyone wishing to repost this to any free story archive is encouraged to do so. The Sorcerer's Daughter by Andy Maynard **************************** As the CEO of the largest brokerage in a fair-sized city I'm in a position to "select" certain interns from the wannabes who come to work here. That was how I came to notice Lisa, a voluptuous raven-haired beauty in her early, just-ripe twenties. It was kind of the unwritten rule that I often took a personal hand- as well as other appendages- in the training of my female interns. That was why it came as such a surprise for me when she said "No" to me. She had only been working here a week, and her work had been meticulous and letter-perfect. I'd always been able to find SOME flaw in the work of a particularly desirable intern to insist on personally tutoring them. When I brought it up, she just said she'd already made plans for the night! It was an unusual experience, having a woman say "No" to me. I've kept myself in reasonable shape for a man my age, and even though it was twenty years since I'd played football in college, I didn't really have much of a paunch on me, thanks to my regular walking and swimming regimen. At 6'1" and only a little sprinkling of salt in my dark brown hair in my mind I was still the athletic stud I was in college. Having more than six zeros in the smallest of my bank accounts hadn't been repelling the ladies either. So I was more amused and curious when she said "No" to me, for the first time in over a decade. I told her, a bit condescendingly, that she must have misunderstood me, and that I WAS going to meet her that night to 'discuss her future' with the company. As she stood there looking at me, an odd, not- too-pleasant expression on her face, I couldn't help thinking how much sweeter her smug little smile would look wrapped around my cock. That night, I drove up to where she lived, what had been a rather stately mansion when I was a kid, though now no doubt it had been divvied up into apartments. I walked up to the door, and was just reaching for the doorbell when the door opened on its own. My first impression was of a mile of cleavage, as was my second and third. The girl standing there was in a VERY abbreviated French maid's outfit, with her massive boobs spilling out- WAY out- of a top that would be skimpy on a much less-endowed lady, like Dolly Parton. I was just wondering if I had the right address when Lisa and a well-dressed young man pushed past her on their way out. I was captivated by the way the maid's tits moved after such a slight movement, and just barely caught the knowing smirk on Lisa's face. I heard the man laugh, but figured in a place like this, why not? The blonde, barely-dressed maid said, in an husky voice that made my pants very uncomfortable, "Mr. Rosen will see you now." She beckoned me in, in a wave of her arm that set up the most amazing secondary oscillations. I walked in, as she led the way. I could tell I might need to rethink my position with sweet little Lisa, the house had an understated opulence that indicated money- a LOT of it... more than even I had, I realized. But mainly, I focused on the maid. Her skirt was short enough I could tell all she wore under it was her black fishnet pantyhose. Even from behind, I still could see her spectacular melons swaying to the beat as she walked down the hall. She led me to a room, and unfortunately walked down another hall away. I walked in to see a man who looked to be thirty at most, sitting on a plush chair with a small tables on either side; one holding four or five books, another holding a small glass of what looked like iced tea on a coaster. "So you're Lisa's boss," he said. "Mark Banyon, class of '73." He said it in an even tone, but I suddenly wanted to run the hell out of there. There was a look of such total comfort, of CONTROL on his face that I was somehow sure that I was in some danger- even though I couldn't see anything that might be remotely harmful. "Ah, yes. I was hoping to give her a few pointers- some details from my experience-" "You wanted to fuck her. And to make her think her job depended on giving you a blowjob." Now there was a trace of iron in his voice, cold implacable iron. "I know you keep pictures of your interns 'servicing' you in your bedroom safe, and that you've embezzled more than four million dollars from your more older and less vigilant customers." I was sweating up a storm now, wondering how the hell he could know all of that? I wondered if I should try to deal with him or just scram. I absently patted my car keys in my pocket- and my pants vanished. There was no Star Trek sparkling or special effects- they were suddenly not there anymore! I looked down to see that of all my clothes, all that was left was my boxer shorts and my undershirt. I blinked, and felt a sudden rustling over my body, and was wearing a matching set of lacy, frilly panties and see-through bra. I felt mortified at the way the bra cupped my breasts- even more than at the way my dick was straining against its pink silk tent. This CAN'T be happening!!! I don't think I screamed it, but I was getting dizzy just trying to figure it out... it didn't figure. This man was doing... magic? It couldn't- but it did- "Messing with MY daughter was definitely a mistake." The man got up and walked over, grinning broadly as he looked me over. "You're free to leave, of course," he said, tossing over my car keys. Suddenly I could move my feet. "You might not want to, looking like . . ." he waved at me, laughing. I drew myself up with all the dignity a man in pink panties can and said "I'll manage. There are men on the beach with bigger tits than these." As he smiled, I knew I'd made a rather critical mistake. I felt the cups of the bra cutting into me chest before I felt the straps dig into my shoulders. I felt a surge of weight on my chest, and a sudden rippling feel as my bra burst, and felt my newly-grown tits rolling forward. I looked at the torn scraps of pink fluttering to the floor, struggling to understand- or even, just to believe... I reached up, feeling my newly-grown boobs swaying from side to side, up and down- all directions, really. I touched them, still hoping that they weren't real, some sort of trick or- My extremely sensitive left nipple perked right up when I touched it. Mr. Rosen laughed out loud over it. I looked up at Mr. Rosen again. He had brown hair, longish, parted on the right. His brown eyes held equal amounts of mirth and malice as he stared back into mine. I was trying to figure which side of thirty he was really on when he said "The number you're looking for is 387." "The number...?" I repeated in a dry croak. "The number of years since I was born.," he replied. I didn't even think of laughing. He was as old as he said, he'd done... THIS to me... "Hello. My name is Steven Rosen. I'm a sorcerer." He bowed. Then he reached over and twisted my right nipple. HARD!! I gasped and dropped to my knees. "It's- it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rosen, sir," I gasped, unprepared for the waves of agony that shot down my hypersensitive nipple. I realized that my legs were frozen in place again as he said "It's nice to meet you, too, 'Marcia.' " I started to retort my name was MARK, but nothing came out. He continued, "You can suck my dick now." He said it so matter-of-factly, but I was just disgusted. A man's dick? In my MOUTH?!?!? He stood there for a moment, and said "You will do it." I felt my cheeks burning even brighter with shame. Sucking a man's dick was just the lowest thing I could think of. I summoned up all my nerve and said "You'll have to make me." No sooner were the words out that I suddenly had a vision of his big bulging cock in my mouth. I knew, just KNEW that above all else, I needed his manhood, I needed to swallow his seed. I reached out for the growing bulge in his pants and suddenly my hands were handcuffed behind me. Desperate for his tool I lunged forward, and on the second try caught the flap of his zipper in my teeth. I pulled it down, and a huge hot salami hit me in my eye. I twisted my head around greedily as he stepped back. I tried eagerly, but me feet were still rooted in place. "There's a small problem, Marcia," he said, as I saw his HUGE member, a good fifteen inches long, hanging in the air in front of me. "What?!?" I cried out. "Please, PLEASE, let me love your cock. I NEED it," I begged, putting all the pleading and supplication I was capable of in my voice. I was panting, and I was distantly aware that I was even drooling, but I simply NEEDED to get his big hard heavenly dick into my mouth. "Well, the thing is," he said, smiling like a Cheshire cat, "Is I have certain... standards. You met Betty on the way in, you see. I'm only used to having my dick serviced by ladies with rather more on top than you have." I was crushed!! I was being denied because these paltry little titties on my chest weren't big enough for him- when I suddenly smiled. "Mr. Rosen, sir," I said, as sweetly as I could. "With your... powers, you could fix up this little problem with my chest. You could make me as big and as buxom as Betty." I was trembling at this point, but barely noticed how my quadruple-D tits bobbed and swayed. He looked down at me, in every sense of the word. "You really, really want me to make your tits bigger?" "YES!! Oh, yes, yes, PLEASE make them bigger! Enormous!! GIGANTIC!!!" I screamed as I felt a wave of weight roll off my chest, only to be redoubled and tripled as my knockers surged out. He smiled, and reached down to push them aside as he walked up and poked his huge meat into my waiting mouth. It was as big around as a can of vegetables, and it took all my straining and tongue gymnastics to force the head and maybe one more delicious inch into my mouth. There was still way more than a foot of Rosencock sticking out, and as he started pushing it deeper and deeper into my mouth I realized it didn't matter if he suffocated me, that there was nothing better in the WORLD than holding his dear sweet massive dick in my mouth. He came, and I swallowed as much as I could, maybe a half a quart. Most of the rest dribbled down my face. He pulled back, and favored me with another gushing stream that coated my face and left my hair matted down. I was greedily licking up all my darting tongue could get when suddenly it hit me- I WAS LICKING JISM!! I gasped, and looked up at him as he forced his monster tool back into his trousers. "You really shouldn't try SO hard to do things the hard way," he said. As he walked back to his chair, he said "There's a bathroom down the hall to your left. Keys are there." He certainly enjoyed the sight of me struggling to my feet with two WAY-overgrown tits hanging from my chest, my face and hair matted with his cum. When I finally struggled to my feet, I was almost knocked down again by the surging roll and bounce of my boobs. "Um, Mr. Rosen-" I started to say when he cut me off. "160 TTT. Kind of fitting, don't you think, Marcia?" I didn't see how I could get around with those flesh mountains hanging on me, and I decided to try asking him to just reduce them to there former, merely huge size. I took a breath and said "Mr. Rosen, sir?" He looked up. "What is it NOW?" I realized he wasn't going to be too cooperative, but again my legs didn't move. He smiled, and I found myself saying "Having a dick in these tight panties is just a little bit uncomfortable. Could you please maybe change it into a tight little pussy, please, sir?" He waved me off as I felt a crawling, pulling sensation down there. I somehow managed to get out, after scratching myself up good trying to side my boobs through the door. After struggling to the bathroom, I found that indeed there was only a little slit under my panties. At least the scratches were already fading. Unlocking the handcuffs, I tried to stretch my arms to get the kinks out, but the smallest movement set up waves of rolling in my boobs. Peeling off my pants, I wasn't surprised to find just a tiny tuft of soft, downy blonde hair atop my new cunt. I looked at the freak in the mirror: myself, with two enormous boobs dangling from my chest, firm, supple, capped with nipples bigger than a lot of girl's whole tits... I still had the same face, the same frame... only, now, somehow, that sorcerer had made me female. In the shower, I was trying to get used to how my tits kept pressing against the tiles. In any other situation I would be fondling them- well, I WAS fondling them- but only to wash the sperm off, I said sharply to myself, as I suddenly moaned and collapsed, writhing in the sheer intolerable ecstasy of a female orgasm. It felt so good, SO wonderful I almost didn't mind noticing that my body hair was going down the drain. Crawling out of the shower, I used the counter edge to haul myself up and start drying myself off. I vaguely noticed my sodden panties were gone. After hanging up the towels- just drying my boobs had wet one completely- I turned to find some clothes on the formerly bare counter. A white G-string, with red lacy rosebuds over the panel, not quite an inch wide, that was to go over my pussy. I wasn't prepared for the way it rode up in back- and the way it rode up in front made me yelp. I almost fell from the sloshing in my boobs as I jerked it out, and tried to position my G-string as delicately as possible. I had to admit it looked cute, crowned with a puff of fine blonde hair. That left... two bright pink tassels, four inches long- which I realized wasn't even the diameter of my bright pink nipples. It felt like ice when I dabbed on some adhesive creme from the waiting tube and fixed my tassels in place. I padded out, barefoot, and found myself automatically sashaying down to the room where I'd been so thoroughly unmanned, humiliated and... used. I blushed all the way down to my far-off nipples, realizing what was in store. He'd USED me, and he was going to use me again. As often as he liked, and any way he- I tried to choke off that thought as I pulled my boobs together to get in the doorway without scraping. As I walked into the room I decided I'd have to tough it out, SOMEHOW... this sorcerer had changed me, and I would have to somehow convince him to change me back. I didn't want to think about if he couldn't... or wouldn't. Betty was there, holding a silver tray. On it was a large black dildo, fully a foot long and two and a half inches thick. I took it, looking a bit unsteadily at the ballsack hanging from it like two oranges. "Put it in your mouth," Betty whispered to me in a low, urgent voice. I did so, gingerly- and suddenly I rammed it in as had as I could, back against the back of my mouth. I instinctively tried to spit it out, but felt my lips stretching painfully as I tried. Looking into the polished silver of the tray, I saw my lips had GROWN into the dildo. It was now a part of me. Rosen waved me forward, and I walked rather unsteadily over to his chair. "Well, now, Marcia," he said. "We have just a little problem." I would have gasped if I still had a mouth. He continued, "Now that we've... been introduced, it's time for me to decide what your punishment should be for trying to violate my daughter. I KNOW you're a telepath, at the very least, I thought as hard as I could. I promise, I promise, I BEG you, I'll never, ever, ever- "No, you never, ever, ever will," he said. "Now, I think you should dance while I consider your punishment." I gave it my honest, most determined shot, moving and swaying as much as I could without letting the rolling momentum of my boobs swing me to the ground. Rosen and Betty watched, she sitting in his lap, making up names for the ungraceful, frankly uncoordinated way I was dancing. He'd ask her just what dance WAS that slut doing, and Betty would make up names like the 'Drunken Stork' and the 'Horny Hatrack.' Finally, he'd had enough. As he got up, he instructed me to obey Betty COMPLETELY that night. I turned to look at her, and at her widening grin. I was trying desperately to make some sense out of this insane situation. The man was a sorcerer- impossible, yes, I know, but the gigantic boobs I was wearing kind of overrode such niggling little common-sense type arguments. Rosen had told his awesomely buxom maid Betty that she could "have" me for the night. Ordinarily, being a plaything for a staggeringly beautiful woman like that would have been wonderful. Now, in this situation, I desperately feared what would happen. Betty sashayed up to Rosen, every part of her body swaying in rhythm, and said "Mr. Rosen, sir? There is just one small problem." "Oh?" he replied, jovially enough. He genuinely seemed friendly with Betty, I thought, and getting friendly with her just might be- "Well, sir," she continued, sweeping her arm in my direction, "That IS the ugliest woman you've ever had over for a party." "Yes, I see your point," he smiled, and I could feel myself falling INWARD, actually shrinking, except... My gigantic boobs remained the same size as I shrank behind them. The sudden change in my center of gravity made me step forward to catch myself- and my legs didn't work right. I fell to my hands and knees, my huge tits squishing out from under me. The tassels rubbed very much the wrong way against my tender nipples, and as I struggled painfully back to my feet, pulling long blonde hair out of my face, my legs STILL didn't move right. Then I realized, it wasn't my legs, it was my hips, my thighs- I looked down, trying to push my boobs one way then the other to try to see past them. Rosen and Betty had a good laugh at my attempts to move my jugs out of the way, but I barely noticed, as I saw I was, truly, a woman, with all the right curves, and a lot of them, at that! Rosen left, calling back to remind me that if Betty made the LEAST complaint about me... Betty smiled and waved me to follow her. Between my new skeletal structure and the way it was so overloaded up top, I made pretty bad time even getting to the door. At least the dildo had vanished when I changed. "You'll get used to it," she said, with what I hoped was real sympathy in her voice. "That's not too reassuring." As we passed the bathroom, I was reminded of a growing need. Betty just said to meet her in the next-to-last room down the hall. She smiled reassuringly and gently patted me on my shapely butt. Inside, I walked up to the toilet and... well, that wouldn't work now. I turned and pulled down my G-string from where it had nestled deep inside me, and sat down on the toilet. I was prepared, but still shocked as the pee came out my little slit. After struggling to my feet, and the indignity of wiping off the urine left on my pussy lips, I looked in the mirror again. At least now, I was too short to see the little slit in my crotch. In the mirror was an amazingly beautiful woman with long full curly blonde hair, angelic face framing baby blue eyes, tits so big they were resting on the counter... I closed my eyes and shook my head, hoping to wake up from the nightmare. Instead I just felt my blonde tresses dancing over my face, and my boobs swaying with the motion... I was sorely tempted to just sleep in the bathroom, or even run away- no, that wasn't a solution. Right now I was an impossibly busty girl, and no court in the country would ever buy my claim to be Mark Banyon. The only way back to my own life was through Rosen, and that meant being his maid's toy for the night. As I entered the bedroom I saw Betty was already lying in it, the sheet pulled up barely past her pussy. Her boobs, which had seemed so gargantuan before Rosen began "playing" with me jiggled and rolled as she patted the mattress beside her. "Room for one more, Marcia." "I really don't like that name, if you don't mind?" I asked hopefully as I stepped out of my G-string as daintily as someone on the verge of toppling over can. I'd already pulled off my tassels and wiped my nipples clean in the bathroom. "Sure, no problem," she said, smiling. "Let's just call you 'Jiggles.' " "Um, given the choice, I can live with 'Marcia.' " I slid-fell into bed, and she hugged me, hefting my right boob like a duffel bag of wet laundry. "Oh, whatever," she said. "It's really not that big a deal. Jiggles." I bit back my retort. My best chance at ever becoming a man was lying here, stroking my tits. I took hers in my left hand and started playing with her nipple. It was a technique I'd used before- though usually on jugs smaller than Betty's nipple. "So, what did Mr. Rosen get YOU for," I asked, as Betty slid into that pre- orgasm, dreamy state. She smiled, and just said, "Scoot down, I want to ride your face." I'd licked women to orgasm before, but it had ALWAYS been on MY terms, in MY time. I obediently scooted down, and as I slid my tongue back and forth against her engorged clit, she filled me in on her story. 'Betty' had been born Bertrand Randall Carter (Bert to his friends) and had been studying Engineering at the community college when one day, heading to school, he'd passed a burning house. He suffered second and third-degree burns pulling a three-year-old boy from the blaze. While recovering, a classmate of his had introduced him to her father. Rosen liked the young man, and felt that, in light of what he'd experienced, young Bert deserved a reward. The fire had left him badly scarred on his face and chest, so Rosen changed Bert, made Bert able to consciously remake, re-arrange his body- and even his clothing, at will. "And you CHOSE to look like THIS?!?" I asked, once my mouth was finished servicing... her. I was trying not to think: So, this is the SECOND man you've gone down on... 'Betty' smiled at me. "Steve knew what I was, what I dreamed about. Lisa knew I was bisexual, and they could 'read' what kind of fantasies I had. When he offered me a job here as his maid, it was a win-win situation for both of us!" She was playing with my tits again, and I could feel the sensations mounting between my legs. "And so you change into this shape all on your own? Your decision?" She smiled. "Well, Steve IS the boss. One time he decided I was getting just a bit too sassy. I had to stay a girl for the whole week. Other than that..." She smiled at me ever so sweetly, and changed. She grew, swiftly, to a man six and a half feet, at least. He pulled himself over me, and I could feel a very large, stiffening cock getting even LARGER against my slick little slit. He pinched me playfully on my right nipple, equal pleasure and pain, and said "Being a girl is fun, yes. What we're about to do is fun, too." I gasped, but his iron-strong arms kept me firmly in place on the bed. "Bett- Bert!! Bert, I- I" He smiled, but it wasn't a friendly type. More of a hungry smile. I swallowed, and started again. "Is it all right if I call you 'Bert?' " He chuckled, and started fingering my nipple in a way that made me moan out loud. "Sure, no problem. We're all friends in this bed, aren't we, Jiggles?" I could feel my nipples crinkling under his strong, amazingly- skilled finger, as he reached down and roughly pulled my legs wide apart. He took a firm grip on my nipple, and started swinging it back and forth, watching the way my tit rolled. I let out another small moan, and said "What- what about Lisa? Are you two friends?" "Lisa? Sure, she's good people! She's out with her boyfriend right now, but yeah, we're friends." "Listen, do- do you think there's any chance she might be able to talk to her dad, maybe talk him into... letting me go?" "Listen, Jiggles, I don't think you want to ask Lisa to talk to her father about this. Not right now," he replied. "Not now? Why-" He cut me off, pulling himself further up over me. "Because, the G-string and tassels were HER idea." Then, he slid his big, WIDE, throbbing meat into me. It HURT, as my little cherry was burst by the mammoth torpedo plunging deep into me. I could feel the strain around my cunt as his dick- a foot long, at the very least, plunged deeper, and Deeper, and DEEPER into me. I had a wild vision of it being forced up my throat when I came in a cataclysm of ecstasy, feeling caught up in an avalanche of warm, loving, joyous feeling exploding between my legs and filling my very soul. As a man, I was aware of the... time involved, by biological necessity, between sexual athletic events. Bert, with his magical shapeshifting ability, took about a second before he was ready to fuck me again. And again. And... After about two hours, I realized why there were two beds in the room. He took me again, as we were showering off, and then led me back, even delicately helping me remain upright as my boobs kept lunging in their own directions, sloshing around with their own momentum. We fell asleep in the other bed, him holding me- okay, he was fondling me, but he was my only friend in this insane mess, and, damn it, he WAS good, I remember thinking, as I slid into a gentler, but still awe-inspiring, orgasm... "Wake up, Jiggles!" I felt funny, but not surprised. That was one HELL of a weird dream last night, with being changed into a woman, and- My eyes snapped open, my body motionless, in response to an ancient danger-avoidance instinct- almost motionless, my boobs kept gently swinging, swaying... Bert was sitting on the side of the bed, in a rather tight pair of jeans. I resolved NOT to be interested in the manly, exquisite bulge under his zipper. I looked into his eyes. "It- it's all real? Last night, I was really- really changed-" I couldn't bring myself to say it. Bert smiled at me, gently cupping one nipple. Then he slid his other finger into my pussy. I bolted up, defeated by my massive mountains, and slid back down. Bert helped me sit up. Suddenly, I felt my tits shrink!! I smiled in genuine joy as I looked down, to see them growing smaller and- They stopped, suddenly, and I realized that I was now just as busty as Betty had been, in other words, extremely. Bert confirmed my fears, pointing to the open closet, where I could see a black maid's uniform hanging. "Steve wants waffles, sausage and English muffins for breakfast," he said as he pulled on his shirt. "In your position, making him wait would be a bad idea." I took a deep breath, and tried to think of any possible alternative. I could run away, in a body that would make me any man's toy, or... The black fishnet hose weren't uncomfortable, though I was still sensitive about where it rode up on me. The skirt was a brief sash of satin- no way to make it street-legal even if I was going to run for it. The bra looked huge in my hands, but after three unsuccessful attempts to clasp it shut behind me, I finally pulled it around, clasped it and pulled it around again. Once I wrestled my jumbo jugs into them, the cups that had seemed so big were definitely overflowing, leaving over half of my now-erect nipples exposed. The top to my maid's outfit didn't cover them, either, just added a lining of lace to disguise where my bra left off and my blouse began. I looked at myself in the mirror, remembering how I'd fantasize about a horny, willing, beautiful young slut with boobs the size of basketballs. You could drop a basketball down the cleavage I was showing off, and it would have looked quite small compared to the rack I swung around in front of me. The high heels were a problem, but I had a nice long hall to practice walking down in. I was mildly surprised at how fast I got the hang of it, then remembered why I shouldn't be. I was just wondering why a wizard like Rosen would even need someone to cook his food when I smelled it-- sausage. I rounded the corner to find a long dining table. At the head were Rosen and Bert, as well as Lisa. Rosen looked at me coldly. "Did you think we had ALL morning, cunt?" "I was TRYING to get dressed- it didn't- I didn't" Suddenly I felt my mouth clamp shut, and I marched over to the corner. And stood there, facing the wall, as they ate behind me. Rosen asked Bert how I was last night. "No complaints, Steve. She was one fine lady." I felt cold inside, but nothing suddenly changed, and the conversation moved on to other things. Finally I could hear them moving, and I could turn around. "Clear off the table, and then you can eat before washing the dishes." I remembered to smile and bear it, and just get through whatever hell he planned to dump on me. "Okay, Steve. Any-" I felt a long, thick dildo materialize in my mouth, with straps that fixed it tightly into place. "WHAT makes you think you can address me like THAT?!?!?!?" It was the first time I'd heard Rosen raise his voice, and I was terrified. He glared at me, and continued. "Bert is a friend of mine. When his... duties are done, he's free enough to socialize with me." I nodded my agreement vigorously. "Since you seem unable to refer to me as 'Mr. Rosen,' maybe it'll be simpler if you call me Master." I felt faint, but nodded in agreement anyway. Whatever he wanted, I'd do, as I'd learned the previous night. He looked at me another moment, and said "Grab your ankles." I was instantly nude, except for the dildo in my mouth. As I reached down, gently guiding my tits between my legs, I saw him take off his belt. The first lash was a fire across my fanny, and I would have screamed if my mouth hadn't been full. The next one was just above my knees, and it took all my strength not to fall. He alternated for a full fifty strokes, striping my legs down to my knees and leaving my rear two mounds seared with burning hot pain. I got up and scraped their scraps into one plate and carried it into the kitchen, where I then scraped them into a dog dish. Then, with Rosen and Lisa watching, I got down on my hands and knees and the dildo disappeared as rapidly as it had appeared. I ate my breakfast from the dish, my cherry-red butt bobbing in the air. After that, my maid's costume re-appeared on me as I got up. So did the dildo, and I spent my Saturday washing the dishes, and vacuuming the floors, and cleaning up the five bathrooms in the house. I was putting the second load of laundry in- including the sheets Bert had caked taking me last night- when the dildo vanished, and I saw Lisa standing in the doorway, looking at me. Lisa Rosen just stood there looking at me. She could have taught a cat who'd eaten the canary how to smile. I imagine it must have been a very amusing scene for her. Yesterday at this time I was Mark Banyon, stockbroker, and Lisa's boss. I was the undisputed King in my brokerage, and Lisa was a new intern I had tried to manipulate into my bed. I had hinted that her career was going to turn on how our relationship went, and had simply told her that I was going to see her the previous evening, despite any plans she might have already made. I was currently a blonde girl, with boobs the size of prize watermelons spilling over the skimpy top of my French maid's outfit. Her father had altered me, played with me, and generally used me as a slut. From the look in Lisa's eyes, she seemed to wholeheartedly approve. On the other hand, I'd had a dildo strapped into place in my mouth all morning, and it had vanished the moment she'd come in, so I figured she must have magical powers like her father. That might be a good thing, or it might be trouble- though, I really couldn't see how I could possibly be in any more trouble than I was. "The skirt suits you, Jiggles," she said. Oh, great. Now they'd all heard that nickname Bert/Betty had stuck on me. "No," she said, "Dad hasn't heard it yet. But don't worry," she continued, giving my left tit a friendly pat-pat, "He will." "Lisa, please, PLEASE-" I got out before I felt- something- in my throat. "I am an absolute worthless, craven worm," I found myself saying. "I had ABSOLUTELY no right to address you so commonly, Mistress, and I most certainly deserve any punishment you please to inflict on me for it. I am a toad, I am a slave, I am vermin. I have always been a devoted cocksucker, and I'm glad this body gives me SO many opportunities to have a big, hard dick spurting in my mouth. I certainly hope you weren't planning to change me back into a man anytime soon. In fact, there's absolutely no reason I should ever be a man again." She was laughing out loud by then, and I was finally able to shut up. "You did a good job on the dishes, Jiggles. Now, put some hot dogs on to boil, we're going to the beach." "Yes, Mistress," was the only safe thing I could think to say. Her eyes gleamed as I dutifully went to the stove and started a pot boiling. She listed everything she wanted packed, and said to have it ready in half an hour. It occurred to me, with the powers she and her father had, why they had people doing maid work for them, why- "Because," she cut off my train of thought, giving me a chill distinct from the draft up my teeny tiny microskirt. "Because we want to, because, sometimes, with people like you," she said, pronouncing 'you' like you would 'shit,' "It's just plain fun." She smiled so prettily, flashing her even white teeth, and laughed. "I'm going to have a LOT of fun with you." I got down on my knees, carefully so I didn't fall as my boobs swung around and about. "Mistress, please, I humbly beg permission to apolo-" The dildo suddenly reappeared in my mouth, strapped in tight. "You've finished talking," she explained. "Now cook, Marcia." As I peeled the wrapper off the hot dogs, she slid up behind me. "You wanted to have fun with me, right?" All I could do was nod. She reached over and flicked the exposed tip of my nipple to get my attention. "So, you have absolutely no objection to us having some fun, now, do you?" I shook my head, desperate to agree, to not displease her. She smiled, and the dildo grew a little longer and a lot thicker. I almost couldn't breathe, but I figured they wouldn't want to kill me. That would interfere with their fun and games. By the time the hot dogs were ready, Bert- actually, Betty, had come in in a tiny little scrap of bikini and told me how everyone liked their hot dogs. I still couldn't figure out why Bert, Lisa's father had given the power to change his shape at will would actually LIKE being female, much less being ordered around as a maid. It still gave me the willies, having to sit down and have the piss pour out my cunt. "Listen, Marcia," he said as I slathered some mustard on a row of buns. "The thing is, Lisa'd invited me and a boyfriend of mine along to the beach. He called to beg out of it, so..." I could see where she was going, and I didn't like it. My fears were confirmed when he suddenly changed, becoming the 6'6" giant who'd screwed me into comatose ecstasy last night. My eyes dropped of their own volition to the incredible bulge under his speedos. "I could tell Lisa that you're my date, and you could come with us." He must have seen the panicked look in my eyes. "The alternative, you stay here while Steve has some friends to come over. You'd no doubt be... supplying the entertainment. The thing is, you can be a sex toy for a couple of dozen men, or for me. So?" It was a no-brainer, but I wasn't able to talk with my mouth full. I needed some way to tell him... I just stepped forward and hugged him, feeling a sharp poke in my stomach as his massive manhood started to arouse itself. It was kind of impressive, how with one quick hug he was able to fondle both my tits and my ass. As I turned back to the picnic makin's, I realized more than ever that Bert would be my only way out of here. They liked him, definitely, and as much fun as Bert had enjoyed at my expense, he WAS the only one involved who didn't outright despise me. There was a chance to actually make a friend of him, I thought, as he goosed me. Mr. Rosen- I was allowed to call him 'Master-' just shrugged when Bert said he wanted to take me as his beach date. Rosen waved his hand absent- mindedly in my direction, and my maid's outfit was gone, replaced by a VERY skimpy, electric pink bikini. Bert grinned, and thanked Rosen. Rosen returned the smile and said "Hey Bert, do you know the best way to make a bikini sexier?" Bert grinned. "Why, yes, Steve, I seem to remember that." He turned to me, grinning, and said "You make the top bigger and the bikini smaller." I was vaguely aware that the front panel of my bottom was shrinking in on itself, and that the back was just barely wide enough now to divide my cheeks. The show in front had my attention. My boobs surged out, and the inadequate triangles that had covered it seemed to separate from their strings right before my eyes. Instead of falling off, though, they just formed a ring about a foot into each vast expanse of tit. The panels supposedly covering me were getting even smaller, and were held on by strings attached to the ring farther up each boob. As I made my way back to the kitchen, trying to keep upright against the load I had hanging from my chest, I passed a mirror. An insanely busty blonde, blue eyes, blonde hair in a microscopic bikini. The two pigtails tied in my hair were even tied with pink ribbons, just too cute over my vast chest. A perfect fuckdoll. What little material was left for my bikini top was rather thin, and the nipples underneath stood out distinctly. My nipples were now about eight inches wide, and were covered, but not by much. I also noticed that the welts on the back of my legs from the vicious spanking I'd received earlier were gone. I'd noticed that such things were healing unnaturally fast- no doubt so that a number of spankings could be 'enjoyed' each day. Bert had already taken the picnic basket out to the car. Lisa was there in a bikini that would normally be rather daring- but, compared to mine, she was the very picture of modesty. So was the man she'd gone out with the previous night, in a bright red swimsuit. "Marcia, this is Ken McCoy. Suck his dick." She said curtly, and the dildo was gone. Ken, for his part, seemed rather casual about an astoundingly busty blonde in a tiny scrap of bikini obediently dropping to her knees and sucking on his rod. In barely a minute he was spurting cum down my throat. After swallowing his wad, I couldn't get back up, and found my tongue automatically flicking out to clean Ken up. I wasn't surprised to see he had twelve inches in him, too- Lisa's doing, no doubt. As I stood up, Lisa said "Happy early birthday, Bert!" and again my bikini shrank. The bottom was virtually a G-string, with only a token one-inch triangle before the string flossed my ass to reach the tiny little strip that barely covered my cunt, though not the downy blonde hair around it. At least my nipples didn't grow as my tits ballooned again, but the panels that had covered them shrank again, leaving second 'holding rings' way down my boobs, that then held the strings that 'covered' me- but where the triangles had been just covering my nipples, now they almost fit entirely INSIDE those rosy circles. Lisa's car was a four-door Chevy, and as Bert and I climbed into the back seat he whispered "Watch your nips" at me. I realized my rack was jutting so far forward I was in danger of closing the door on a rather tender portion of myself. The drive wasn't too bad- my gigantic tits were incapable of being still in any case, and I suspect Lisa was deliberately aiming for bumps and potholes. Once we got out on the fairly smooth highway, Lisa 'suggested' that since I was Bert's date for the afternoon, he should get a blow job as well as Ken. Bert was kind enough to slide off his swimsuit and I slurped as much of his twelve inches into my mouth as I could. I'd just started sliding my tongue around his shaft when he came in a long, drawn-out stream. I must have swallowed half a pint. After he came in my mouth another seven times he seemed satisfied. He even gave me a napkin to wipe the cum off my face, and I carefully licked him clean. Everything was going well until the conversation got around to movies. I hadn't said much on the trip- and then, only to Bert- when Ken said something about Bruce Willis only being known anymore as the husband of a movie star. Without thinking, I replied that he still had a few movies left in him. Ken craned his neck around to frown at me. "Who the hell asked you?" he snarled, with genuine annoyance. "Yeah," Lisa agreed, and the inevitable dildo was strapped back in place. Bert just smiled and gave me a friendly fondle on my right tit. Lisa drove to Maycress Beach, a place I'd been to often enough- often, with a new young intern on my arm eager to make a good impression on the boss- or even his mattress. It was a nice place for a party, but not the type of place people strolled around on with dildos stuck in their mouths. Lisa drove along until the crowd thinned out just a bit, and the pulled into an open space between an RV and an old blue van. She stopped the motor, and almost everyone got out. "Oh, yeah," she chuckled as she saw me cowering in my seat, a desperately pleading look in my eyes. "We're not going to make you parade around like that," she said as the dildo vanished. I smiled and said through sore jaws "Thank you most kindly, noble Mistress." I decided it would be counterproductive to complain about how illegal my bikini was. Bert and Ken were laughing so hard I almost didn't hear her say "yet." I was easily the bustiest girl on the beach, maybe the world, and was in the tiniest, skimpiest excuse for a bikini. I could feel the eye tracks all over me as we carried the basket and blankets down the shallow hill and spread them out just above the high tide line. "Shake it, "Whoa momma," and "Cowabunga" were the battle cries as every guy for a hundred yards just happened to stop by to watch me setting out the picnic. The guys were standing eight to ten deep around us as everyone started eating, though after the wiener Bert had given me on the way out, I was still full. I decided to try to ignore the roar of the crowd and eat when Ken suggested to Lisa that I could "distract" the crowd. Lisa smiled, and I found myself getting up a lot faster than I ever could have under my own power. I smiled at the ring of boys standing around our blanket, clasped my hands coyly behind me, and gave my shoulders a sudden shake, setting my boobs swinging this way and that. A wave of applause, whistles and rather crude yells blasted out. I think they heard it in England. I started sashaying away, towards the snack shack way off by the road entrance. I was walking a LOT steadier than I could have managed even under a lesser load, and the entourage I'd picked up was swelling dramatically by the time I'd reached the shack. I strode up to the one customer there, a pudgy man in his thirties. "Hi there, sugah," I drawled in a syrupy sweet, little-girl voice. I stepped up, catching him in my enormous cleavage, and gently rubbed my boobs against him as I stroked his arm and fluttered my eyelashes at him. "Could you possibly get lil' ol' me a popsicle?" "Wh-wh-wh-what flavor?" he stammered, faced with more tit than he'd ever touched before in his life. Armed with my cherry popsicle, I tongued it and sucked it and made a real spectacle of it, and the crowd loved it! I was walking up on the ridge above where everyone was parked, and I finally stopped in back of Lisa's car, along with about five hundred fans. That's when the guy in the black speedo turned up his boom box. I was (in my old, male life) old enough to loathe modern music, but I found myself swinging and twisting and dancing, somehow keeping in rhythm with the wild surges and rollings of my boobs. After a few minutes, a fresh, excited cry went up from the crowd: One of the strings holding the panel over my right nipple had given way!! Now over the music I could hear, along with the continual "Take it off" and "Show us the rest" shouts like (as another string went) "Here they come!!" and (Another string, as well as one from my left side) "Weapons free!!" (Two more strings) "Cap'n! She canna' take no more! She's gonna blow!!" and then as I swung around my right boob burst through, pushing my nipple out past the insignificant piece of cloth. I was mortified and embarrassed to my core, and I laughed liltingly, smiled to the guys and pulled the string behind my back. My top came off, and I flung it into the appreciative crowd, sparking a small riot. When I danced my way out of my little bottom, I handed it directly to the driver of the blue van. "I don't want to get sunburned," I said. "Is it all right if I lie down in your van?" He was more than agreeable, and I turned to the small army and yelled "GANG BANG IN THE VAN!!!" They literally picked me up on their shoulders and carried me- face down, everyone wanted a chance to grab my tits. I was thrown onto the mattress in the back of the van, and three guys climbed in and slipped out of their trunks. The first one straddled me and plunged his little six-inch (I tried not to let him realize I was laughing AT him) tool into my sopping wet pussy. The second guy climbed on my face, and while I'd become used to much bigger rods in my mouth, he made up for it by using his weight to drive it in. The third guy straddled me just in front of the first, and buried his dick between my mountainous tits. The man in my mouth finished first, and while he got back into his swimsuit and I swallowed his cum, another guy came in. He doffed his trunks and rammed his cock in my mouth just as the guy on my tits spurted on me, and as he got up another one came in... It went on for an hour, and then two. A neighbor of mine's son fucked me good (and came back again later to use my mouth) and I even recognized one of my interns, Larry Croft, as he slid his dick into my mouth. Before coming, he pulled out at the last second, squirting jism all over my face. He certainly wasn't the first- by then, I was covered, and my hair matted down. I smiled sweetly at him and said "Thanks, stud. That was wonderful. I'm really glad you ca-" the rest being cut off by a dick whipping into my mouth. The sun was down by the time I climbed out of that van. Lisa must have "arranged" it so I could keep swallowing, but I still felt sick. All that cock, sticking in me and coming on me... and I'd just giggled and begged for more. Lisa met me as I walked back to the blanket, naked except for the sperm crusting all over me. "Well?" she asked. I was more than a little unsteady, the grace I'd used to capture the hearts and dicks of half a thousand men gone. "Mistress, this afternoon I was screwed by 218 men." I was amazed by my ability to remember the exact count- then I remembered who I was talking to. "I also had the joy of sucking 233 dicks, 235 including Mr. McCoy and Mr. Carter. And," I continued, "I was able to tit-fuck 189 men." She smiled, thoughtfully. "A good start... maybe next time you can improve your record." "Mistress, I-" I started before catching myself. "Ye-e-e-es?" she replied coldly. I thought desperately of something I could say to fill that awful gap. She looked at me for a long moment, and then drew back her head and laughed. Finally she stopped and said "You know... it would be fitting. Have you here every day, fucking and sucking every man in sight. Should I?" "Should I?" she repeated. "Make you the beach slut every day for the next thirty of forty years?" I waited, but didn't feel the anticipated stream of humiliating words from my mouth. After a moment, I said "Mistress, it's not for me to decide. Whatever you wish me to do, Mistress, the that's what I'll do." She leaned closer and hissed "You'd just BETTER remember that, Jiggles!" Pointing at the surf, she said "Now go wash up." I actually dozed off on the ride home. When we got to the Rosen mansion, Ken obligingly woke me up by dragging me out of the car by my left nipple. There was a new maid, a black woman, with the trademark French maid outfit and DDDD jugs, who informed us that the Master was busy, and not to be disturbed. After showering to get the salt off, I clumsily climbed into bed with Bert. He was feeling amorous, and his hands were already busy even as I swung my feet up on the bed. It was funny, but even after being guest of honor at the gang-bang on the beach, it still bothered me having to sit and pee like the girl I was now. "Bert, honey?" I asked, trying to be as friendly as I could to the one possible ally I might have. "What is it, Jiggles?" "You really like- you really like being a woman? Here?" He smiled, and tweaked my nipple, making me gasp with the pleasure racing through me. "Sure, Jiggles. Want me to change and sit on your sweet little face?" "Aren't you afraid that after today, my tongue could make you pregnant?" He laughed out loud at that, then turned and stuck his 12 inches of manhood deep inside me. After a couple of hours of Bert pumping sperm up me, , we showered again, and got back into the dry bed. He continued telling me why he was here. "I'd just always fantasized about being a woman, when no one was home I'd wear my mom's and older sister's undies... I just felt so... pretty. I was attracted to women, sure, but I also fantasized about being one, for the 'right' guy." I assured him I wasn't so old I didn't understand bisexuality- hey, I've seen the porn vids, including adds for films that would have turned my stomach... and which Bert probably would have enjoyed. Suddenly he turned and said, "The thing is, I don't think you understand how lucky you are" "LUCKY?!?" I burst out, before grabbing control of myself. I must, I MUST be nice to this pansy who'd trade his manhood for a chance to play whore. "What do you mean, lucky?" He lay back on the bed. "Remember when you vacuumed upstairs, in Steve's bedroom, this morning? The cabinet with the women?" There had been a glass-faced cabinet in the Master's bedroom, all right. Shelves and shelves of little statues of nude women, all perfectly de- I gasped. "Those aren't statues, they- they're..." I couldn't say it. "Steve's very own private harem," Bert said. "Every now and then, he or Lisa catch a man in the act of attacking someone. Of course," he continued, as the thought hit me like a ton of bricks, "Steve's been 'collecting' his harem for some time now." Some time... I remembered Steve was older, MUCH older than he looked. "How- when-" I sputtered. Bert hugged me, reaching around to give my boob a reassuring pat. His hand liked it there, and stayed. "In 1779, an assassin tried to kill a friend of Steve's. Steve turned him into a girl and gave her to his friend. After his friend died- of natural causes- Steve took her to start his... collection." We drifted off to sleep then, though Bert was snoring long before I could get any sleep. I was afraid I'd wake up weeks or months later, brought back to life size to entertain the Master's friends. That started me off on the path of wondering whether he Master, the more powerful, was a greater danger than his daughter, who had taken my advances towards her very personally. And Bert... Betty... whoever, he seemed to like it here. He enjoyed these kind of sex games, for whatever perverted reason... and was still my best chance out of here, I remembered, and smiled up at him as his fingers played lightly with my nipple. Sunday morning. I woke up in Bert's fondling embrace. Tomorrow, I realized, I had to go to my brokerage, and NOT to dance a striptease for the guys. I needed a way to talk to my all-powerful captors about it without having a dildo appear in my mouth. I was trying to figure this one out when Bert playfully squeezed my boob and said "Good morning, Marcia." My boobs were smaller now, though certainly larger than what I'd woken up with the previous morning. Suddenly it hit me. "Bert, honey, I really need a big favor!" "Sorry, but they'd be able to find you anywhere- even if you hitched a ride on the space shuttle." "No, I realize that." I smiled, putting all my charm into it. "I really need to talk to the Master or Mistress." He smiled at the way I had to refer to them, even in private, and I continued "The brokerage, the business, it's not going to run itself, and when I don't show up, people are going to start wondering- if they're not already looking for me." He nodded sleepily, and said "Oh, okay, yeah, I'll talk to Steve about it." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stood up, smiling at me. "Hey Marcia, how about a blowjob?" I let a moments revulsion cross my face before getting a grip on myself, but- "Oh, you don't want to suck me off this morning?" He demanded. "Are you thinking that a rich stockbroker like yourself is just too good to go down on me? The thing is, you certainly didn't seem NEARLY as picky yesterday!!" He glared at me, while I shrank back, furious at the way I'd blown my chance. Finally he smiled. "Hey, I'm just kidding," he said, pulling me up to sit on the edge of the bed. He kneeled down to look into my eyes and said "Just teasing, you know that, honey. After all, you're my favorite girl." I managed a weak smile, and then he stood up again, waving his hard thick foot of dick in my face. "So, how's about it, Jiggles?" I opened my mouth, and started tonguing him gently. After licking him clean, he selected his clothes from the variety in his closet. Mine were set out on the table by the dresser: High heels, skintight pink bicycle shorts and a very brief T-shirt halter. I would have been embarrassed by the amount of tit rolling and swaying out from under my little top, but I was hoping it would distract attention from the lettering on the shirt: "OLYMPIC COCKSUCKING TEAM." Everyone else was at breakfast, but I was full already from the half dozen wads Bert had shot down my throat. I was passing by the study when a man came out and spun me around. After catching myself against the wall so my swaying tits didn't topple me, I looked up and saw- Brian Dell, one of the interns that came in he new batch. He leered at me, and for once I was SO glad he couldn't recognize- "Well hey, MISS Banyon. Lisa told me, but I just HAD to see for myself!" I blushed furiously. He was the coffee boy, the office gopher, and now- "Hey, look, MARCIA, you have no reason to be embarrassed," he said, chuckling as I turned even deeper red, watching as he read the letters on my halter. "You look just fine," he said, laughing as he pulled my top up, exposing my full, bouncing boobs. "Just fine, Jiggles, he said. This was not good. Brian, the coffee boy from my office, was grinning so wide it looked like the top of his head might come off. Of course, from his perspective, seeing his middle-aged boss changed into a blonde cutie with gigantic tits must have been a blast. He was certainly having fun playing with my tits. Lisa came out from the room and said "I'm going to get Bert, he said you needed to talk to me?" From the tone of her voice it sounded like she'd rather get a root canal. All I could do was nod and say "Y-yes, Mistress," which sparked another round of laughter from Brian, both from the way I had to address Lisa and the very high-pitched, girly voice I had. " 'Yes, Mistress,' " he mimicked. He took a firm hold of my left nipple and jerked up on it, watching as my boobs swung all over the place. "You two, wait in there," she said. I went in, followed closely by Brian. I heard his snickering as I pulled my top back down- it certainly couldn't cover my monster rack, but it did come down enough to cover my nipples. Before I could reach a chair to sit in, he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. "Hey, wait, MARCIA," laughing about using the feminized version of my name. "The way you're dressed, I'd have thought you'd be... friendlier." He laughed as I blushed again. I was standing here in high heels and pink skintight spandex shorts, and halter that exposed generous crescents of my tits under the words "OLYMPIC COCKSUCKING TEAM." Behind Brian, I saw Lisa smiling in the doorway. She crossed her hands and blinked her eyes at me, like Barbara Eden in the "I Dream of Jeannie" series, before walking away. And so I wasn't surprised- humiliated as hell, but not surprised- when I found myself walking up to Brian close enough to brush him with my tits. "Why, Mr. Dell, sir," I said, smiling at him, "You certainly don't have ANYTHING to worry about on that score, a fine, handsome man like you." He was smiling right back as I hefted my boobs, each one quite an armful. It highlighted the demeaning words on it. "You read this," I said, and licked my lips suggestively. "Oh, yeah, Jiggles, I read it." I dropped my boobs, and as he watched I said, "Well, then," and flipped it back up, letting my tits flop around uncovered. "Peek-a-boo," I cooed, giggling. "Well, how about letting the captain of the cocksucking team get some practice in?" He was quite eager to unzip his pants, and I fell to my knees and started in on him. He only had the usual six inches... maybe Lisa hadn't 'worked' on him yet. As I licked his hot hard manhood he said "Wow, it's just so much fun when the boss gives me a tongue-lashing!" before spurting his jism into my mouth. Lisa came in while I was licking him clean, and said "Boy, Jiggles, you just never get tired of the taste of dick, do you?" They both enjoyed a good laugh over that. I was only able to stop licking long enough to say "Yes, Mistress." We sat down around a small coffee table. My arms wouldn't move to pull my halter back down. Lisa turned to me and said "Well, Bert says you wanted to talk business." "Yes, Mistress." This was my one and most likely only chance, so I'd have to make it good. "I realize you're punishing me for my crimes against you, Mistress, but there are a LOT of people who depend on my business. NOT just the employees- ow!" I'd been trying to ignore Brian playing with my right tit, but just as I said "employees" he yanked on my nipple. "But other people," I continued, "People who rely on the money from the brokerage." "I need to be able to go in Monday morning and take care of the day-to-day duties, Mistress. Otherwise people you don't wish to hurt will be punished." She nodded, and I felt genuinely happy for the first time all weekend! I'd made it! "So, tomorrow morning, you'll be a man again and can go back to your work, and your life," she said. Then she continued, with iron in her voice, "If you EVER try to pressure a girl who works for you into bed, you won't find me as nice and gentle as I was this weekend." "Oh, yes, of course, Mistress," I was babbling, "I would certainly never EVER do anything like that again. You have my absolute word of honor on THAT!! I would-" the words cut off as the usual dildo appeared, strapped into my mouth. After Brian's laughter finally died down, Lisa said "Well, now, the question is, what should we do today?" Brian spoke up. "Well, since Jiggles here," he said, tossing my tit up to watch it bounce around, "is supposed to be teaching us interns about money... maybe we should see just how much money we can make off of a girl like this," and sent my boobs on another jiggling spree. They discussed various places known for local prostitutes while I looked on, gagged with a dildo while Brian played with my chest. The high-class places paid a lot more, but as a streetwalker I'd be more exposed AND get a lot more dicks into me. That settled it. I was marched out to the car. They drove me out to the Exit 33 truck stop, and at last the dildo vanished. I found myself getting out of the car and watching them drive away. I was decked out in my heels, wearing black fishnet stockings held up by a lacy black garter belt. My microskirt was short enough to show that my thong panties were see-through. My top was a very brief red tube top, stretched out in front into a very wide, and revealing, mesh. A small black purse slung over one shoulder held some rather garishly colored makeup. A pair of dangling heart-shaped earrings on my newly-pierced ears completes my outfit. As I got out, I could see my face in the mirror, and my make-up was a little heavier than what you'd call "slutty." I just had time to feel uncomfortable in the cool morning air when I heard a man yell "Hey, baby!!" I turned to look as it hit me- a deep, grinding, horrible NEED for get a dick in my mouth- to feel it throb and slide in and out while I tongued it. I was unable to think about anything else except my blind need to suck on a man's- ANY man's- cock, as I strutted quite gracefully, poetry in wild, rolling motion, towards the man getting out of his 18-wheeler. "Well, hel-LO, Tiger," I purred at him, desperate with my need. He looked at me, liking what he saw very, very much. "Hello baby. So," he said, looking around carefully, "So, look, you want to... do a little business or what?" I stepped up and stroked his arm coquettishly. "You look like a man who needs some lipstick on his dipstick," I said, trying to suppress the aching need I felt. "It's only twenty dollars, sugar." He hurriedly passed the bill to me and climbed up into his cab. I followed right behind, jerking his zipper down before he even closed the door. I pulled his underpants open and his stiffening rod flew out. He needed a bath, and had been sitting and sweating all night, and I greedily slurped it in, rubbing hot pink lipstick into his pubic hair. I simply LOVED feeling him thrusting his dick deeper into my mouth, as my tongue flicked over the tip before curling around the head. I was at least able to think while I had his dick in my mouth, and realized that this was something Lisa'd done as part of her games- but the IMPORTANT thing was the lovely, delicious cock I sucked on as my tongue slid down each side of it, until suddenly my mouth filled with his salty wad. I swallowed it all, moaning with pleasure, and licked his cock perfectly clean, before getting out. No sooner had my feet hot the ground before I became aware of the need for more jism. I reached into my purse and quickly smeared some more lipstick on my hungry lips. I could already feel the all- consuming NEED to get a dick in my mouth as another truck pulled in off the Interstate. My boobs easily escaped my minuscule little tube top as I ran to greet him. THEM, I almost squealed in delight! They got out to admire the view of my tits flying free in the sunshine. "Hey, boys," I said as I reached their truck. I tried to pull my tube top back up, but then that set my rack waving again. They enjoyed my attempts to hit a moving target. I looked up at them and giggled girlishly. "I guess I should put t