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AFTER THE CRASH
By Roy Del Frink
Robin Hart was continually pleading with Susan Porter. "Please forgive me,
Susan. It was an accident."
"No! You killed my husband and I'm gonna sue you for all you've got!"
It all started one evening when Robin drove down the road. He'd just left the
local Hooters, and was on his way to a topless strip joint.
Robin just LOVED big-breasted women, and couldn't get enough of them. Robin
cared nothing for the women themselves; he just wanted to screw around with
them, then flee to score with another pair of huge jugs. He'd never married in
his thirty years, largely because no woman wanted this jerk.
The thought of all those bouncing titties in his mind distracted him into
jacking off while driving, so he didn't see the green sedan pull in front of his
red Mercedes. He hit the brakes, but it was too late. He collided with the car,
and Peter Porter, the sedan's driver and sole occupant, was declared DOA at the
hospital thirty minutes later.
Robin himself had suffered massive damage to his internal organs, and was still
recovering from surgery two weeks later, when Peter's widow Susan started to
hound him over Peter's death. Robin knew he was "at fault"; his insurance
company had told him so. But he didn't understand why Susan didn't just take the
million dollars the policy paid and leave him alone.
The day before Robin's scheduled release, the five-foot-eight breast fiend got
yet another visit from Susan. "I don't understand why you're still doing this,"
he said. "I'm still going to have a guilty conscience until you forgive me, and
you're still not willing to forgive me."
"On the contrary," Susan replied in a surprisingly calm voice, "I've almost
ready to forgive you for the death of Peter. He wasn't that great a husband
anyhow. Tell you what: if you undergo a couple sessions with my therapist, I'll
forgive you once and for all."
Robin was shocked at her generosity. "It's a deal!" He shook her hand, and Susan
left for home.
After his release the following morning, Robin decided to take up Susan's deal.
She'd given him a card for her psychologist, a Dr. Martin Maple, on her last
visit. He picked up the card, and dialed the number. "Let's see, that's five-
five-five - seven-three-zero-two."
The phone rang, and Robin heard a gentleman reply, "This is Dr. Martin Maple.
How may I help you?"
"Hello. This is Robin Hart. I was referred to you by one of your patients, a
Susan Porter?"
"Oh yes. Susan told me all about you. Why don't you meet me at ten o'clock
tomorrow morning?"
"Fine." Robin showed up bright and early for the appointment that day, and shook
Dr. Maple's hand before lying down on his couch.
"Now, Robin, what seems to be the problem?"
"Doctor, I accidentally killed Susan's husband in a car crash, and she wouldn't
forgive me for awhile. I still can't help but feel guilty for what I did. I
don't know what to do next."
Dr. Maple replied, "I know of an unorthodox therapy that should make you feel
better. You just listen to snippets of popular songs, played over and over in
your sleep, and the subliminal messages released via the songs will make you
feel better. Here, take this special CD I created. Just play track one over and
over in your sleep for a week, and you'll feel like a new man!"
He handed Robin the CD, which was labeled, "Project RH". Robin was joyous that
anyone would go to those lengths all to make himself feel better. After
finishing the session, he took the CD, bid adieu to Dr. Maple, and left for
home.
That night, Robin played the CD on his portable CD player. As he slipped the
headphones over his head, the last thing he heard was:
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright, (bright) bright (bright) sunshine-y day.
For the whole week, that's all he heard in his sleep. And indeed, he ended up
feeling better the following morning.
Robin saw Dr. Maple after the week was up, scheduling weekly visits for 10 AM on
Mondays. As soon as he saw the doc, he said, "It's working like a charm! Thanks
a lot!"
"I see the therapy is working well," he replied. "Now we only need to see each
other for a few minutes each week, to be sure it's working according to plan.
Now before I leave, I'd like to show you my brand new gold watch. Be sure to
study it carefully." As he spoke, Dr. Maple pulled said watch out of his vest.
It was beautifully designed. Robin tried to study the intricate pattern, but Dr.
Maple started swinging the fob back and forth, so Robin had to move his head
about to keep his eyes on the watch.
"Hey, Doc, what's going on?" Robin yelled.
"Just keep your eyes on the watch," the therapist replied in a commanding
monotone. "You are getting sleepy, very sleepy. Your eyelids are so heavy, they
cannot stay open." As Dr. Maple said this, Robin's eyes closed shut. "Very good,
Robin. You are now under my command. Whenever you hear the subliminal messages
in your sleep, your body will change shape to keep up. You will like all the
changes, and consciously appreciate every change in your body. Is that
understood?"
"Yes, Doctor." Robin replied in a drowsy voice.
"You will wake up. When I snap my fingers, you will consciously remember
nothing. Your subconscious will only remember my commands. Now awaken." The
doctor snapped his fingers, and Robin woke up.
"Hey, Doc." he replied. "Your watch's design is slightly asymmetrical. The pear
tree on the right should have four pears, not three."
"Why, silly me," the therapist replied. "I shall have to see my watch-engraver
about that. Anyhow, this week's session is now over. Remember to start
listening to Track Two on your CD this week."
"I will," Robin replied. He left for work, and went about his daily routine. At
bedtime, he played track two.
It was an old Sixties tune:
Give me beautiful hair
Long, beautiful hair
Shining, washing
Cleaning, waxing
Shoulder length or longer
Here mamma, there mamma
Everywhere daddy, daddy, hair (hair), hair (hair)...
Robin nodded off, and another week passed.
When he saw Dr. Maple again, Robin had very long hair. It fell down more than a
foot, and he felt it rub against the back of his rib cage. He still felt nice,
and started to learn how to keep his long red locks away from his eyes. He got a
few comments about how "girly" his hair was, but he didn't mind.
The therapist gave him a bottle of pills, and told Robin he'd have to take one a
day for the rest of his life. Robin gladly accepted them, and started playing
Track Three that night.
This time, he heard an old 1920's dance hall chant:
Which is the rooster?
Which is the hen?
It asked, and made several mentions of "masculine women" and "feminine men".
Robin continued to slumber comfortably, and had strange dreams in which he
wondered whether he was a man or a woman.
Over the next week, Robin was concerned about himself. He saw a strange little
opening forming on his crotch, just to the right of his dick. He also felt an
odd swelling sensation under his chest. And yet, Robin didn't mind these
changes. In fact, he enjoyed this new equipment.
He'd spend his evenings at home fingering that slit, and feeling a new sort of
arousal, one that felt warm all over and slightly damp. He also didn't feel it
go away quickly, but just dissipated gradually. He could even feel two or three
coming on non-stop.
Robin also discovered a new tingly feeling when he rubbed his nipples. They
looked slightly larger, and the areolas were also somewhat wider and stuck our
slightly. Robin's body looked more female.
Most passers-by thought of him as a sissified male. But Robin liked the idea of
being a feminine man. In fact he wasn't sure which gender to think of himself as
anymore. When Robin Hart returned to Dr. Maple, he had no idea where any of this
was going, though he was surprised to see the doc recognize him.
"Hello, Robin. How's you're week been?"
"Strange," the patient replied in a voice sounding like a cross between a high
baritone and a low alto. It was husky and sweet. "I've been developing strange
new organs, and my body's giving me new pleasures I've never known in my life."
"Excellent, Robin. The treatments are working, and the pills seem to be doing
their job. Aside from those, do you feel bad in any other way?"
"No, I don't, Dr. Maple. In fact, I enjoy my new body, for some strange reason."
"Well, then keep up your treatments. They've been working so far, so just go
with the flow."
"Will do, Doc. So long." When he finished his day and returned home, Robin did
another masturbatory session on his own body. He pulled his manhood with one
hand, and fondled his developing pussy with the other. By the time Robin fell
asleep, he no longer thought of himself as male. He was a he/she.
Track four of the experimental CD played in his/her eardrums as he/she fell
asleep that night. The song was a modern-day dance tune:
Don't want
Don't want
Don't want
Don't want no short dick man
It played over and over. Within minutes, Robin was out like a light.
Another week passed. Robin Hart was fired from his/her job because his/her boss
didn't approve of his/her new appearance. But Robin wasn't fazed.
In fact, he/she became overjoyed at the sight of his/her penis growing longer.
By the end, it was almost two feet long when erect, and six inches around.
He/she could easily get off by sucking his/her own penis with his/her own mouth,
while standing up. Robin also found it difficult to fit in pants anymore, and
realized his/her obvious female appearance, so he/she bought dresses and skirts.
They did a reasonable job of hiding his/her non-female "thing", even though it
was painful on him/her when an erection formed under his/her pantyhose.
When Robin saw the doctor again, he/she was surprised at the warm reception by
the doc. His/her therapist just did a routine "how are you doing" session, and
when Robin said he/she felt fine, he/she went home and spent all day fondling
himself/herself, as he/she was getting used to.
He/she played track five on the CD in his/her sleep that night. It was an old
classic rock number that went like this:
We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, babe, you can bleed on me
And we all need someone we can bleed on
If you want it babe, well, you can bleed on me
Robin heard something about "cream on" in there too, before visiting slumber-
land again.
During the next week, Robin felt pain in his/her crotch. The cramps were too
much for him/her to bear. When Robin saw the blood flowing out his/her vagina,
he/she realized he/she was having periods now. Robin ran to the store and bought
enough tampons to last a month, then just waited until the pain went away.
After that, Robin started rubbing his/her pussy again, and this time noticed
familiar juices flow out of his/her body, which had never happened before.
Still, it made the sex more exciting. When the week ended, Robin returned to Dr.
Maple.
"Doc," the patient explained, "something screwy's going on. Over the last few
weeks, I've developed fully functional female sexual organs to go with my male
ones. And now, I could get pregnant! That's not how it's supposed to be."
"Don't worry, Robin. The pills I gave you are supposed to assist your body while
it changes. They're still a little experimental, so don't toss them away. If you
do, you'll never be able to enjoy your new body again. You don't want that, do
you?"
"I guess not," Robin replied. "Do you want me to listen to track six on that
therapeutic CD?"
"Of course," his/her psychologist replied. Dr. Maple bid Robin good day, and
he/she went home.
Robin's day was uneventful; all he/she did was masturbate himself/herself to
sexual ecstasy. And the female inside must have been taking over, because Robin
found he/she was experiencing multiple orgasms in both sets of organs.
That night, Robin listened to the next track on his/her special CD. He/she heard
a dance ditty that went:
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
The song also spoke about being a blonde bimbo, and doing whatever her man told
her to do. Robin fell asleep, visions of himself/herself in skimpy clothes and
girly outfits filling his/her head.
The next week, Robin's body turned totally female, except for the penis, which
retained its length and hardness. He/She developed a wasp waist and wide hips.
All his/her body hair fell out, except for the muff above the pubic region. And
what hair remained turned from red to golden blonde, dying naturally. Robin's
skin turned smooth as silk, almost artificially soft. And his/her thoughts
became most definitely feminine.
Robin started reading fashion magazines, doing his/her hair and nails, buying
stylish wardrobes, and fantasizing about sex with men. (Not that women weren't
bad, either.)
But most strikingly, Robin got stupider, too. When he/she was asked for photo
ID's in line, he/she would just stare at the clerk and say, "Like, what's that?
This stuff's, like, totally hard." While Robin Hart had once been a semi-
intellectual, now he/she couldn't read his/her own watch. And he/she didn't
realize why those Visa and Master Card folks were asking for payment. After all,
don't credit cards just pay for themselves?
Robin solved the problem (or so he/she figured) by using the Visa to pay the
Master Card debt, and balancing the Master Card balance with his/her Visa. That
done, he/she went back to shopping, beauty make-overs, and masturbating.
The week ended rather quickly, and Dr. Maple (who came over to see the airhead
personally, lest he/she forget) told Robin to hear the seventh and final track
for one night only. Robin finished his/her day and then fell asleep with the
special CD playing into his/her ears.
The song was a 1990's R&B/dance track:
(Don't you make me wet) (Damn baby)
I can feel your body (Damn baby)
Pressed against my body (Damn baby)
Wrap yourself around me (Damn baby)
Love to feel you throbbin' (Damn baby)
Robin found himself/herself strangely aroused by this tune, and fell asleep to a
series of erotic wet dreams. He/she found himself/herself going through all
sorts of sexual activities, with men and women alike, and loving each and every
one of them. Surprisingly, his/her breasts also grew during each experience. In
the last one, Robin saw a strange female face, one that somehow seemed
reassuring.
When he/she woke up, Robin found himself/herself more sexually aroused then
he/she had ever been in his/her life. Robin left his/her house and started
walking down the streets of the city. It was strange for him/her, but it was all
Robin could do to stop himself/herself from jumping the next person on the
street and getting into a huge public fuckfest.
Soon, his/her self-control had worn so thin, he/she couldn't stand it anymore.
Robin then noticed the woman from his/her dream the night before. He/She walked
up to her and briefly flashed his/her nipples. "I'm Robin. Who are you?" he/she
asked in a coy, playful manner. The stranger was a little startled, but answered
the question.
"My name is Barbara. And I have to be at work soon."
"What's your hurry? I wanna make out with somebody."
"Then shouldn't you be bothering the MEN?" Barbara replied in a pestering
manner.
"Actually, I'm bi-sexual. I like both sexes. It's in my nature," Robin replied,
fondling his/her tiny tits. They weren't even big enough to fill a training bra,
but they were there.
"Well, as luck would have it, I'm bisexual too. And I happen to prefer ladies
slightly. Screw the company, they don't own me! Why don't I just call in lazy
and spend the day with you?"
"Okay!" Robin screamed joyfully. He/she squirmed impatiently during his/her ride
to Barbara's in Barbara's car. It was frustrating, but eventually the car
stopped and the two entered Barbara's apartment.
It was a big room, a penthouse suite. Robin thought Barbara had to be head of a
major company, but his/her horniness made it hard to think straight. Plus, it
was hard for Robin to think, now that he/she had been bimbo-ized. The two sat on
Barbara's bed, and got ready for an all-day orgy.
Robin said, "Wait, Barbara. Before we start, I have to show you something."
"What?" Barbara asked. Robin lowered his/her skirt, and Barbara was surprised at
the sight of that magnificent, glorious... THING! She didn't think one that long
existed in the world, certainly not on a lady like Robin! "What are you?"
Robin giggled, and replied, "I'm a hermaphrodite, silly!" He/She pulled his/her
outfit all the way off, then started fucking Barbara. Barbara couldn't believe
it, but in a way, Robin was sort of her dream lover. She tried grinding her clit
against Robin's while the latter's tool plowed as far into Barbara as possible.
As soon as she heard Robin's sexy cries of orgasm, Barbara knew she was in
heaven. After a couple minutes of this, Robin could hold back no longer, and
his/her sperm squirted into Barbara's warm womb.
Then something strange happened. Robin felt an amazingly sexy tingle course
through his/her body. Barbara thought she could see Robin's breasts grow. It was
impossible, she knew, but Robin's tiny tits were now about a full A-cup. It was
about too small a change to notice, though, so she thought her eyes were playing
tricks on her.
Barbara knew Robin's erection wouldn't return for several minutes, so she pulled
out a vibrator and stuck in into Robin's pussy. Robin knew he/she was getting
damp just thinking about it, so he/she just went with the flow. Within a couple
minutes, his/her love juices started drenching the vibrator, and Robin felt the
same special tingling.
Barbara watched Robin's breasts grow again. Now they were about the size of
walnuts. Robin quivered in ecstasy, and kept the vibrator inside. When he/she
came again, Robin started to enjoy this special tingle inside him/her, and
Barbara saw the mounds turn into full-fledged B-cup breasts, about as big as
tangerines.
Both Barbara and Robin were surprised at the change in Robin's bra size, but
decided to let it slide. Robin was starting to get hard again, and Barbara tried
giving him/her a blow job. It was tough, but eventually, Barbara felt the liquid
protein on her tongue, while Robin felt another slight increase in her breasts.
It seemed like each time he/she came, Robin's breasts grew slightly, and he/she
got hornier. To test this theory, Barbara pulled on Robin's nipples, and Robin
just moaned at the sensations. He/she had never enjoyed his/her nipples being
fondled this much before.
Robin used one of his/her free hands to jack off, and the other to fill his/her
hungry womb. Within moments, another orgasm came, and the breasts grew yet
again. Barbara was amazed at the size of his/her nipples, which were almost as
wide as his/her pinkie fingers and a centimeter long.
Robin felt his/her dick ejaculate again, as hot cum fell onto Barbara's stomach.
His/her breasts grew to a full C-cup, about as large as apples. There was no
denying it now; Robin's breasts were definitely growing each time he/she came.
And if it took one spurt to hit an A-cup, two more to reach a B-cup, and another
three to fill a C-cup, what would happen if Robin came another four times?
Barbara decided to find out.
For the rest of the morning, Barbara found ways to keep Robin coming as often as
possible. She took Robin's prick up her ass (not that it could go very far up,
mind you - two feet's an awfully LONG distance!). She gave him/her a hand job,
though Barbara couldn't quite reach all the way around his/her tool. Barbara
pulled out two dildos, and placed Robin between a sex sandwich, with a side
order of her pussy over Robin's manhood. Barbara even tried fingering Robin's
pussy in all manner of methods.
The whole while, Robin felt the tingle come and go inside. It was almost like an
aching to him/her, like not feeling the tingle made him/her feel unfulfilled. A
couple times, Robin experienced multiple orgasms, which felt extra-good and sped
up the growth of his/her breasts even more. After spending the whole morning and
half the afternoon having sex in Barbara's apartment, Robin couldn't believe the
size his/her breasts had grown into. They were now as big as cantaloupes, and
held thumb-sized nipples!
Robin was astounded how horny he/she had gotten, so he/she experimented. She
whipped up his/her dick to a full erection, pointed it upwards at his/her
magnificent globes, and tittie-fucked himself/herself. Eventually, both his/her
male and female sides couldn't take it anymore, and his/her testes erupted in a
massive explosion coating his/her breasts with his/her own cum. His/her vagina
also spurted out liquid all the way down his/her thighs. Robin felt the same
tingling in his/her chest he/she had all day, and watched his/her tits gain
another millimeter or two in circumference. The changes were insignificant, but
made Robin feel better about himself/herself.
Barbara, too, liked the experience. Just watching Robin pull off this
extraordinary sexual feat made her horny. She had to excuse herself into the
bathroom to relieve herself. When Barbara returned, she decided to call a friend
of hers. "Is this Dr. Martin Maple?"
"Yes. Hello, Barbara. How's the plan going?"
"It's working like a charm, Marty! Robin's so horny she could get off on eating
rice cakes! I'm gonna invite a few friends over."
"Perfect. I'll see you there, Barbara. Goodbye."
Barbara hung up. The plans she, Marty, and her "silent partner" had devised were
about to come to fruition.
TWO DAYS LATER:
Richard Dick, the famous adult movie director, interviewed his newest find,
along with his/her agents. Robbie Heart, as he/she was hereafter to be known,
just fondled his/her own body senseless as Richard interviewed his/her three
representatives, not caring about a thing in the world but those sexy men and
women she'd be having fun with all day long. The others just stared at the
spectacle Robbie was making, but he/she didn't care.
"Mr. Maple, this is an amazing specimen! Where did you find her?"
"I didn't find Robbie, Mr. Dick. I made her. She used to be a male, until I gave
her a special CD full of subliminal messages to hear. Robbie heard them,
naturally, and I got the power of suggestion to change her body as the messages
told her. A case of mind over matter, really."
"And how did you accomplish this?"
"Let Barbara explain that one."
"Okay, Doc. Mr. Dick, I'm the head of a pharmaceuticals company. I've had some
run-ins with the law, so I work for private enterprise now. Some think my work
is unethical, but I don't care. About three months ago, I finished developing
the special chemical OvaTest, which turns men and women into real, fully
functioning hermaphrodites. The secret is in an ingredient I call 'separin',
which keeps the subject's testosterone concentrated in the penis and testes, so
it doesn't diminish the female organs' abilities.
"I didn't have the slightest idea what to do with it until Dr. Maple here, an
old friend of mine, called me and told me about a patient he wanted to alter. He
asked if I had any fresh 'miracle drugs' to test, and I told him about OvaTest.
He agreed it was perfect, and we gave a test dose to our patient, Robbie. Just
look how well it works!" As Barbara spoke, she pointed at Robbie, whose male and
female halves were both releasing bodily fluids.
Richard Dick was thoroughly impressed. He was even more surprised when he
noticed Robbie's beach ball-sized breasts increase slightly, almost invisibly,
in size. "How did you get her breasts to grow?" he asked, mouth drooling. If he
didn't finish the conversation soon, he'd have to join Robbie in the one-person
orgy.
Dr. Maple answered. "It's another side effect. The last subliminal message I
gave Robbie resulted in her breasts expanding slightly every time she orgasms.
After one orgasm, her breasts were A-cup size. After that, it was another extra
orgasm to the next bra-size. I've lost track, but I think she's about fifty away
from another full bra size. If she keeps this up, Robbie eventually won't be
able to go outdoors, or even walk. But that shouldn't stop her movie career."
"It sure won't; I'll see to that," Richard laughed to himself. "Just put her in
a decent outfit, for Christ's sakes, and I'll take her off to my studio." This
was done rather quickly, thought Robbie was disappointed that he/she would have
to stop playing with himself/herself for a while. Eventually, they packed up
Robbie's stuff, and he/she said goodbye to her mentors.
"Thanks for making me a horny slut! And I love my dick, pussy, and titties,
too!" she told them. Her vocabulary had been dumbed-down to short words and
dirty slang. But Robbie didn't care, or even notice. He/she just wanted to
continue the sex.
"So long. And Barbara, could you give me some of that OvaTest stuff? I could
sure use it."
"Certainly. In fact, I've got three other test subjects that would probably work
for free. Just remember, Robbie and anyone else on OvaTest needs to take one a
day for life to keep up the effects."
"Thank you, Barbara. So long, guys. I've got pictures to make!" Richard Dick
said, and he left.
Susan Porter, the "silent partner" in the scheme, smiled as she watched Robbie
Heart leave her life forever. I never really forgave you, Robin, she thought to
herself. It's the old "eye-for-an-eye" principle. You kill my husband, I kill
you.
THE END
I'd like to congratulate everyone who gave me help with song lyrics and writers'
credits. This story samples lyrics from the following tunes:
"I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash. Copyright 1972 by Johnny Nash.
"Hair" by the Cowsills. Copyright 1968 by Galt MacDermot, Gerome Ragni, and
James Rado.
"Masculine Women, Feminine Men" by Merritt Brunies & his Friars Inn Orchestra.
Copyright 1926 by E. Leslie & J. V. Monaco.
"Short Dick Man" by 20 Fingers. Copyright 1995 by M. Nohr and C. Babie.
"Let It Bleed" by the Rolling Stones. Copyright 1969 by Mick Jagger and Keith
Richards.
"Barbie Girl" by Aqua. Copyright 1997 by D. Karsten, D. Rene, N. Claus, N. L.
Crawford, P. J. Mosegaard, and R. Soren.
"Throb" by Janet Jackson. Copyright 1993 by Janet Jackson, James Harris III, and
Terry Lewis.
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