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KuKu By Pink Blood When Alan awoke one morning to find he had became a 14 year old Asian female. It wasn't shock he felt, or even worry. Only an intense, feminine vulnerability, and a red, burning anger for the wife he was sure had put him in that position. He stared for what seemed hours on end at the tiny, cute-beyond- words girl that he saw in the pink tinted mirror, which hung from the ceiling. Pushing with great effort the enormous pink covers off his new, much weaker body, Alan saw more and more of what his new body looked like. When he finally gazed up and down upon it in full form, he realized he might be in a great deal of trouble. The first thing he looked at was his hair. It was shiny, silky, and of the deepest black imaginable. It also seemed to fall well below his tiny, round butt. He was stark naked, save for a tiny, pink, bow-lined collar around his neck. His neck, not much bigger around than a coke can, connected to a beautiful, round, amazingly feminine face. The face had makeup, which upon further examination revealed was tattooed on his face. As if it was apart of his very skin. His lips were in a chronic pout that made him seem like he was in a constant state of almost kissing someone. (some boy?) They were bright red and shiny with gloss. His nose was not to be outmatched in the cuteness department though. The tiny thing pointed upward in a very adorable manner. His eyes, Asian in every respect, were a bright with a radiant pink glow. Large, beautiful eyelashes curled up above them. As Alan gazed at the rest of his body below the neck, he found that the hair on his head would be the only hair he found. The can sized neck widened onto round, smooth shoulders, the shoulders connected to teeny, hairless arms, those arms fell to a pair of almost toddler-sized hands, but the hands were not chubby like a toddlers. No, these were amazingly slender and beautiful, as were the little fingers that followed, each nail being painted a bright, hot pink. Back near her upper arms were a pair of the most full, firm melon sized breasts any girl could have asked for. They were perfect. From the base were the skin began to rise forming them, to the top of her taut, pink, quarter-sized nipples. Which seemed to be in a continuous state of erection. How he was expected to lug them around on what seemed to be under 4 foot form was anyone's guess. Alan placed himself at about 3'10", 75 pounds. That's if you weren't counting the breasts. Which were easily 2 pounds a piece. Excepting all of the conflicting features, Alan seemed to just know that he was 14 years old. He couldn't explain it. He looked like a 7 year old if it wasn't for the womanly characteristics he was endowed with. The breasts weren't the only things making him seem older. As he moved his eyes further down, they met with a wasp-like waist, then flared in round, silky hips. Between these hips was the most gorgeous rose-colored labia he'd ever seen, above it there was, of course, not even the slightest trace of hair. He was as smooth as a baby, and likely as weak and innocent as one. Below the hips, the legs slimmed down into two light shiny, shins. And these connected to two very small and graceful feet. The toes were painted in the same vibrant pink as the fingers were. And as he turned to get a better look at the feet, he noticed the hindquarters of his feet seemed unreasonably arched. As if he would only be able to walk on his tiptoes, or in at least 6-inch heels. He lifted his legs up and behind his head, and used his two tiny hands to further explore his new vagina. As the delicate fingers parted the pink lips, he saw that it was indeed a shallow, tight box. It was something he'd known most Asian women to suffer from. It was indeed the case for his wife. Many times he'd inadvertently hurt her as he plunged his large member inside of her. She would hiss with pain and ask him to 'keep some of it outside, bud'. Well, he wouldn't have a problem with that any longer, it seemed. From the looks of his box, he might not even be able to take the smallest of penises. The thought of being entered as a woman both angered and excited him. It angered him because after so many years of being this alpha male superhero, it was disturbing to think that he would no longer enjoy having sex as a man. He had a very good inclination that Amy had done this, and had no intention of reversing it. It excited him because thinking of this very act made him tingle all over. This led to thinking of other parts he would enjoy of a man. The large, muscular arms caressing his slender, smooth back. His small legs encircling the man's powerful, rippled thighs as he plunged into her deeper and harder. Grunting in a deep and manly way. Running his tiny fingers through the coarse, curly hair of his barrel-like chest. And feeling the hard pecs underneath. The urge to be with a man. And for that man to kiss him and love him. The feelings made him shiver. He cooed and sighed. He flicked his nipple, and cooed again. Alan tried to shake these thoughts away and found them very hard to shake. This too, angered him. That Amy could have turned him into this passive, weak, adorable, vulnerable, sex-starved, completely un-masculine being. The anger he felt helped drive most of the sexual feelings away. But those thoughts and feelings never completely went away, not for the rest of Alan's long life. With some effort, Alan sat up in the most girlish bed he had ever seen. His long, thick hair and massive breasts gave him trouble. The bed, he felt his wife had also had a part in. From the foot to the head, from the covers to the pillows, the large, canopied, king-size bed was adorned with bows, lace, and frills. Not one stitch of material was anything but pink. And Alan was sure that even the stuffing and springs were pink, as well. Everything on the bed was lined with feminine frills, the covers, the canopy, even the tiny pillow that served as Alan's headrest. The pillow also had a large, pink bow in the center. The attention to feminine detail was immaculate. This could also be said for the rest of the room. Alan, when finished examining what might be his new resting place for quite awhile. He climbed, quite literally, out of the 5-foot high pink bed. When his feet touched the pink, cool, fuzzy carpet, Alan let out a little yelp. He had no idea how sensitive his skin was, his feet especially. To say that all of his feet made contact with the carpet would be wrong. Actually the only parts of his feet touching the light pink fabric were his toes. The severe arch of his heels made it so he could only tiptoe as he walked. This slowed his steps into mere minces. With walking being such a chore without the aid of heels, running was most definitely out of the question. Alan gave up the mincing and decided to just crawl on all fours, at least until he could find a pair of decent shoes. Crawling diminished his already midget- like perspective to that of a baby's. From his new view, the cavernous bedroom now looked practically gigantic. Alan ventured around the room for a short while. He finally realized that everything in the room was pink. Everything was also encased in lace, frills, and of course, bows. All pink, mind you. He noticed the large pink-tinted windows beside his bed, which served as one of the room's walls. It seemed the windows could be slid open to allow entry onto a pink, lace frosted patio. He didn't know if the patio was pink, or if it was just the windows. But he could safely assume it went with the rest of the room. At the foot of the bed there was an enormous pink dresser, about 5 feet tall. (Every piece of furniture seemed to be at least 5 feet tall in here) Each handle on the dresser drawers resembled a tiny, pink, bow-adorned pillow. At the top of the dresser was a pink-tinted, pink wood-encased mirror that he would never be able to use, as his under 4 foot frame didn't even reach the top edge of the dresser. To the left of the dress was another pink-tinted, glass door like the one that led out to the patio. This one, however, had a pink-tinted, translucent, doggie- door at the bottom. It was as if someone had anticipated Alan would have a problem opening the heavy glass door and built it specifically for this. Alan crawled through it, and was immediately enveloped in pink- tinged light. The light showcased what was obviously his new collection of clothes, shoes, lingerie, and jewelry. There were rows upon rows of dresses, skirts, blouses, babydoll nighties, high-heel shoes, chokers, g-strings, thongs, bras, baby-tees, rings, bracelets, garters, garter belts, and knee-highs. They were all lacy, all frilly, all bowed, and all, you guessed it, had some sort of pink in them. And if not only pink, then it was cream or white. In addition to the clothing, Alan found that there were an amazing variety of sex toys located in the far back of the room. He crawled over to get a closer look. There were boxes upon boxes of dildos, double-dildos, strap-ons, vibrators, nipple vibrators and dominatrix wear. Beside these boxes, there were more boxes full of porno tapes and porno magazines. All of the tapes were labeled "Hot Sweaty Studs" or "Thick Throbbing Cock-Swingers" or the like. The theme of the tapes suggested they were meant exclusively for women. The same for the magazines. All featured naked men, without even the slightest mention of girls. Save for talk of where the men would put their raging cocks into anonymous ladies. Alan looked at them for a very long time, involuntarily caressing his nipples and fingering his tiny cunt. When he realized what he was doing, he did not stop. He redoubled his efforts to reach the orgasm he knew was coming. Shakingly he reached for one of the dildos in the basket. He found one and feverishly tried to push it into his box. When he could only get the head of it in, if that, he pushed even harder. He squealed in pain and frustration, he took the dildo out and flung it across the closet, or at least tried to fling it that far. His weak arms could only manage to get it 5 feet away. Seeing this made him even more frustrated. Hearing his tiny, babyish, excuse for a voice made him even more frustrated. If that was possible. He crawled around in circles in the closet. His moist pussy dripping on the carpet and large breasts flopping wildly, squealing in a mix of anger and pleasure. The anger from hatred of his new form, and the pleasure from the love of it. The love was coming from the rubbing his cunt was receiving as his tiny legs pushed him around the floor, and the bounce of his tits as his diminutive torso shook with the movement. He crawled until he couldn't squeal any longer, and his breath was reduced to small, feminine panting. He collapsed, face first, behind pointed into the air, and moaned and shivered in white, ecstasy-filled light, as his first female orgasm engulfed him like a firestorm. He then fainted. The room was a mingled aroma of vaginal musk and girl- sweat. In Alan's dreams he was again thrusting his hips toward that dark, strong man's hot cock. And rubbing his little hands across the man's ripped, hairy body. *** When Alan awoke from his fainting spell. He realized one, he wasn't alone. And two, the area of the bed below his crotch was extremely wet. Still half-asleep and groggy, he could make out three forms, and one of them he knew for a fact was Amy. "Why hello there, little girl!" Amy exclaimed. "Did we have an exciting little nap? From the looks of it, it seems very much so. Wouldn't you agree?" Amy reached down and picked up Alan, cradling his smallish form in her now extremely bigger arms. She was only 5'5", but since Alan was a meek 3'10" and 75 pounds, holding him and keeping him under control wasn't going to be a problem for her. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his round little butt-cheeks lightly. She placed her pencil-size pinkie inside his cunt for a few seconds. It was more than enough to set his high libido (The only thing 'high' about him) into overdrive. He cooed softly and tried to get push her finger in more. But she pulled out and slapped his tiny hand lightly. Even this light pat hurt him greatly. And he began to cry in his toddler like voice. She shushed and rocked him slowly, and he ceased crying at once. She wiped his tears and placed him back on the bed. Alan, now fully awake, tried vainly to cover himself with one of the large, frilly pillows. Amy giggled a little and yanked the pillow away with ease. "There'll be no hiding that little body from me, Babette." "Babette?" Alan exclaimed in his amazingly tiny voice. The surprise was double, in the name Amy had called him and in the sound of his voice, speaking an actual word. "Of course, Babette. That's your name, missy." Amy said knowingly. "That's what you'll be known as from now on. If I ever hear you referring to your past in any way, that includes your old name, the consequences will be very dire." "You bitch!" Alan squealed. "Change me back!" He began to cry again. Never had he felt so weak, vulnerable, beaten, and betrayed. "Why did you do this to me? Change me back!" He squealed again, in between sobs. "I did this, quite simply for the money, sweetie." Amy said. "You see, there's this... club I've been going to lately. You know those nights you called in telling me you had to work late? Well, as soon as I got off the phone with you, I'd get dressed and drive right over to this club. The name of it's simple enough. It's called the Women's Club. Doesn't sound very sinister, does it? Well, I know we've been having money troubles ever since you lost that account your company was so desperate for. And I know they lost a lot of money, and that they, in turn, deducted your pay quite a bit. The only thing I didn't know was how I could help us out of that shit-hole." "How does this involve me becoming this?" Alan pleaded impatiently. His sobs had turned into sniffles. "I was getting to that!" Amy yelled. Alan drew back a little. He knew how vulnerable he was now. Through the pink window, Alan could see the other two women had drifted to the patio. They were chatting while every once in awhile turning to see how Amy was handling the situation. "Don't interrupt me, dolly." Amy continued. "You're not allowed to speak to your mother unless you are spoken to. That reminds me. I'm to be called Mummy from now on. Do you understand?" Alan didn't know if he was allowed to talk, and he really didn't want to in his new voice. So he merely nodded his head. "Good." Amy said. "Getting to why you're my little girl from now on. You see, this club I've been going to be a lot more than lemon squares and games of bridge, dolly. No, it involves a lot more than that. There's lesbian sex, S & M, bondage, torture, all of the really good stuff girls like myself have been into, but to afraid to admit. You see Priscilla over there? The blonde one?" Amy gestured out to the patio. "She's the one that introduced me to this place. After about a month there, I broke down and told her about our financial problems, and she knew just the person that could help us out. Her name is Mistress Ku. Mistress Ku's fetishes and desires go far beyond what any amount of violent sex could satisfy. Mistress Ku is what you call a 'Kuku Lover'. Yeah, I didn't know what a kuku lover was at first either. But you see, a kuku lover is a woman that gets off on the pain, pleasure, and pretty much any psychological anguish a man feels when he's put in a state of absolute submissiveness and femininity. Now this is different from being a dominatrix, mind you. This involves one of the rarest forms of sexual fulfillment. Magic. I know, it doesn't seem like it could be real. But the proof is right here, isn't it?" Alan looked down at his body. Yes, Amy was right. The awful proof was right with him, in every tiny bone in his body. Amy pressed on. "Anyway, Ku told me if I used this special potion to make you into her vision of the perfect submissive female being, and moved into this new home with this new room especially designed for you, and had you go to this special school for others just like you, and if I let professionals videotape every moment of your new life, that she'd pay all of our expenses for the rest of our lives. Actually, I think you're eternal now, as long as you eat and don't get shot or anything, you could pretty much live forever. When I die, you'll be handed over to Mistress Ku, as her property. I guess she does with you what she pleases. The videotapes of your new life I assume she uses to gratify herself, that's her part of the bargain. Mistress Ku is a very rich woman, Babette. She's also a very horny one." Amy went into other specifics about Alan's new life, but all of those can be told later. When she was finished. She waited for Alan's response. Alan said nothing immediately. He lay on the bed and stared blankly at his new, eternal body. That was if he took care of it like a normal person did. Alan turned to Amy. "Am-" He stuttered, quickly closing his mouth. Amy glared at him. "Mummy," He continued. "why didn't you tell me you were worried about money? They were about to lift the pay-cut off my salary. They'd fully recovered their expenses. I just didn't tell you at first because I was afraid they might change their minds. And I didn't want to get your hopes up." "Maybe so, Babette. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I don't want to 'just be doing well' in life. I want it all, sugar. I want diamonds, big houses, mink coats, fancy cars. Everything we, well I, could ask for. So I just slipped that potion into our anniversary wine last night. And well, here we are. It's a big plus that you don't have any say in the matter. You've never been that good as the one in charge, anyway. Especially when we fucked." Alan expected he'd feel hurt by this. But he didn't. It was as if, little by little, he was leaving the cares of is old life behind. He felt a true, deep interest to try feminine things. Like a virus, it was growing deeper and deeper into his mind. The more he thought about girls, the less he enjoyed the idea of having sex with them. And the more he just wanted to see how some of those nighties in the closet would look on his new little, sweet body. And always in the back of his mind, it was men. Men, men, men. Men with their huge chests, and rippled muscles, and deep voices, and big dicks. He wanted a man he could truly love and truly trust to protect him, and even when he was rough with him in the bed, he could always count on this man to never truly hurt him. He cooed softly. "Are you listening to me, baby girl?" Amy shouted. "Let's try on some of those new clothes!" This stirred Alan from his daydream. Every time she shouted he drew back and cringed. His complete feeling of vulnerability made him do this. He felt extremely defenseless against anyone or anything. His nakedness only increased this feeling. But he had an inclination not even the largest amount of clothing could ever make that feeling completely go away. "Here, I know crawling around is a bitch." Amy said. "Put on these heels." She threw two tiny, pink, 6-inch heels on the bed. They seemed to be made of fine silk and were edged with lace. At the toes of each were little pink bows, bows were also at the heels of the shoes. Alan took the shoes and slipped them on his minuscule feet. Amy picked him up and sat him down on the floor. He walked around a little bit. He still had to mince, but at least he didn't have to crawl. He craned his neck up as far as he could to get a glimpse of Amy. Her face was still the sweet one he had fell in love with. It was too bad she had betrayed him like this. Even though he didn't think she still loved him that much, he realized that he still cared deeply for her. If not sexually, then maybe as a daughter. God, isn't that a bitch? I hate her fucking guts. But I still love her. Alan thought. "Give Mummy a kiss." Amy said, kneeling down to his level. Alan to his own surprise kissed her full on the lips. He felt love there. But, as he thought, there was no desire to take that love to the bed. With the daughterly love that he felt for Amy, there was also a feeling of deep kinship with her. He attributed this to them both being of Asian decent, now. And not just Asian decent, female Asian decent. "Before we dress you. I want to elaborate on the camera situation to you." Amy said matter-of-factly. "There are a total of 5000 cameras videotaping your activities as well as the activities of the other 'Kus' in the area. Kus are what other girls in your situation are identified as. But it isn't like you'll have trouble identifying them. There are over 300 of them at your new school alone. After awhile you'll get used to them. But if you want to earn little bonuses for Mummy, you could try and mug for the cameras a little, dolly." Amy then patted his cheek. "Okay, let's do it." Hand in hand they walked into the closet. "We need to pick out what you'll be wearing the first day of school, I think." Amy said. She walked down the rows of skirts and picked out a frilly, puffy, pink and white plaid number. It was puffy since an abundance of white lacy petticoats were stitched under the outer material. She laid this aside and strolled down the rows of shirts. She settled on a tight, pink, silk, peasant blouse with very puffy and frilly sleeves. There was a fringe laced pink and white bow on the back of the skirt, and Amy said the blouse complemented this nicely. Alan was surprised to realize he agreed. He was also surprised he had a great desire to try them on and see how they felt and looked on him. Amy browsed through the bras and panties and decided on a pink, white-lace fringed, satin, see-through thong with a white bow at the top. They were also crotchless. Alan discovered pretty much all of the panties were. The bra was much like the pair of panties. Pink, see-through, satin, lace fringed on the cups and straps, and with a little white bow between the cups. Alan insisted he could dress himself, but Amy said the rules clearly stated that she must dress him, even for bed. Throughout the dressing, Alan began to grow very excited. He quivered as the satin brushed up his legs, when Amy lifted his breasts with the bra cups as she snapped it together in front, he even moaned. Amy stared at him with a look that said he needed to control himself. Alan blushed. When the job was done. Alan was the epitome of femininity. Appearing astonishingly beautiful, innocent, sexual, and vulnerable all at the same time. He was also beet-red after noticing the wet spot on the carpet under his legs, where he'd become dripping wet. "That's okay, Babette. It's what girls do." Amy consoled, and kissed Alan's pouting, red lips. Alan hugged her, instantly feeling better. Feeling warm and protected. He cooed again. Amy and Alan emerged out of the closet to the sound of applause. Priscilla and the other woman were clapping and cheering wildly. "She's so adorable!" Priscilla said. "I want to keep her!" said the other. Amy introduced Alan to them both; the other's name was Daisy. It turned out both Priscilla and Daisy had Kus of their own. Kus they said that would love to play with Alan. At first Alan was apprehensive of this. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this, especially others like him. But after he thought about it, it probably would be nice to have someone to share his feelings of lust and betrayal with. "What do you think of that Babette? You want to have some girlfriends?" Alan wrapped his arms around Amy's midsection. It was really as high as he could go. "I'd love it, Mummy!" Amy and the women talked a little longer in the living room. Alan sat quietly beside his mother's recliner in a little pink recliner of his own. He tried to focus on their conversations, but his mind kept coming back to those big strong men that existed only in his imagination. Men. Men. Men. Pecks. Pecks. Pecks. Muscles. Muscles. Muscles. Dicks. Dicks. Dicks. Oh, did he ever think about those large, throbbing, bulbous cocks. How would he ever be able to wrap his tiny pussy around one of them? He could only dream about it. *** Priscilla and Daisy left soon after Alan began his thirty-fifth consecutive daydream in the two hours the ladies' conversation had lasted. "It's 5 o'clock now, Babette." Amy reported. "Time to get you some dinner and put you to bed." Amy led Alan into the large, beautiful kitchen. She picked him up and placed him in the combination booster-seat/dining chair that was the palest pink. It sat in the middle of the table. When Alan's dinner of macaroni and cheese was finished, Amy placed it on a hot pink plate and put it in front of him. She then put a pink fork on top of a pink napkin and placed it beside the plate. She filled up a small pink glass of pink lemonade and placed this beside the plate as well. "Just macaroni and cheese, Mummy?" Alan asked. Amy gave him an angry glare and slapped his little hand. Alan yelped. "You speak when you're allowed to, young missy." Amy growled. "And yes, 'only macaroni and cheese' for dinner. It's all your body needs. And you actually won't even be able to finish that small portion, if that's what you're thinking. Now, apologize to me and eat your dinner." "I'm sorry, Mummy. Please don't hit me again." Alan pleaded. "I won't, if you respect me, and respect the rules." Amy said coldly. "Eat." Alan did eat, and he did find that he could barely finish half of the tiny portion of macaroni Amy gave him. He was stuffed. He took a bird-like sip from his pink glass and pronounced he was finished. "Very good, baby." Amy said. "Now let's get you ready for bed." Amy undressed him and bathed him quickly. She did this gently though. For she understood how very delicate Alan's body was. After washing his hair with pink shampoo, and cleaning his beautiful, tan skin with pink body wash, she dried him off with a fluffy, pink towel and led him into the closet to pick out his nightclothes. She settled on another pair of the satin, lace- fringed, pink and white thongs and a wispy, see-through, lace- fringed, pink babydoll nightie. It barely reached to the bottom of his crotch. And behind the light material she could still see the pink folds of his tiny labia. She led him to the bed, picked him up and placed him on top. She took off his heels and helped him under the frilly covers. During all of this she could tell Alan had something on his mind. It was only when she remembered the wet spot on the carpet after dressing him that first time that she realized what she wanted. Something to get him off. As crude as it sounded, she knew that Alan would need a dildo to help control his fierce sexual urges. At least when he wasn't with some boy. But it dawned on her that he wouldn't be able to experience a large or even regular-sized cock with his unnaturally small vagina. Amy felt guilt for the first time since beginning the whole ordeal. Guilt for taking Alan's body and life from him. Guilty of denying him the pleasures his body naturally wanted, male or female. She decided to at least do what she could about it. "I'll be right back, dearie." Amy said. "I have to get you something." Amy scrounged all over the closet looking for the right size dildo, but they were all so big. Where was one that could fill her little Babette's tiny, aching void? Finally, hidden in a box in the far corner, she found one that was just right. It was a rubbery, translucent pink. It was about as round as a thumb, if not a little thicker, and about 5 inches in length. It looked absolutely pitiful when compared to the others, but in Alan's diminished perspective, it would seem just right, if not outright gargantuan. Amy walked briskly back to Alan's bed. "I have a surprise for you, my sweet!" Amy exclaimed. "I think you'll be very happy." "A surprise, Mummy? Haven't I had enough of those today?" Alan asked. "Well, I guess so, but you'll really like this one." Amy drew the covers back and placed the dildo just inside the lips of Alan's pussy. Alan a first jolted with surprise, but then cooed in delight. Amy placed Alan's hand on the dildo, and let hers fall on his sweet face. "I love you, Babette. Always remember that." "I love you too, Am-, I mean Mummy." Alan said, at the same time breathing heavily and slowly working the little dildo in and out of his tiny pussy. Amy kissed Alan on the lips and then plugged in a pink My Little Pony nightlight and flipped the bedroom lights off. "Good night my precious little baby girl." "Good night, Mummy." When Amy was fully gone, Alan worked the dildo furiously in and out of his aching cunt. He massaged his breasts furiously and kicked his legs upward and out to the rhythm. He visualized the dark, muscular stranger again in his mind. He imagined this man pounding furiously into Alan's minuscule box. Alan began to coo, then to moan, and finally to scream in pleasure. It was never actually a scream with Alan, always a very high-pitched squeak. His vocal chords were too small to resonate anything that could rightly be called a scream. His squeaks transformed into words, or more specifically, a name. "Rock! Rock! Rock! Eeeeeeee! Eeeeeeee! Oh, God yes! Rock! You're so big! You're so strong! Make me your bitch! Your little fuck bitch! Rock! Rock! ROCK!" This final 'Rock' was squealed for 15 seconds as Alan climaxed fully and completely in a white hot light of pleasure and love for his imaginary lover. He had given him a name. That name was, Rock.