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Greed, Chapter 1 - "Be Nice to Your Grandmother"
By Stephanie Johnson
Stephanie arched her back and looked into the camera. The
zebra print fur beneath her naked ass and shoulders was
soft and warm.
The camera whirred and she moved slightly, posing herself
with the ease of a practised professional. The hot
spotlights lit her chest.
Stephanie saw her pregnant wife enviously eye her firm 38D
tits. She was proud of her gorgeous feminine body and
worked hard to maintain it. She had to. As a professional
porn star her livelihood depended on it.
ONE YEAR EARLIER ...
"This is a disaster," Steven said over and over as his wife
Barbie drove home from the reading of his grandmother's
will. He could tell Barbie was sick of hearing him whine
but couldn't help it. This really was a disaster!
Steven's grandmother had invested half a million dollars in
steamyfantasy.com, a porn website started by Steven and his
twin sister Tia Marie. The only hitch was that the old bag
took 80% of the ownership of the business in return for her
investment. Tia Marie and Steven each had a 10% stake in
the company.
The site had an excellent reputation for presenting
pictures of only beautiful and "unusual" women. As a
result, it was wildly profitable.
How did a dweebish guy like Steven get into the adult
website business? He was brought into it by his twin
sister. Although twins, Steven and Tia Marie were certainly
not identical. Tia Marie had huge boobs, pouty lips and a
great butt. Steven was a short, scrawny girly little man.
Tia Marie also had all the personality. If they didn't look
quite a bit alike (except for her full set of curves)
Steven would think he'd been adopted. Tia Marie posed nude
for a men's magazine when she was just 18, and she decided
to start the website a year later. Tia Marie liked having
her brother around so she let him be her partner. He kept
the books and did the paperwork.
Steven met Barbie when she joined the company as a
secretary. When he told her how much money the business
made she decided she would be his wife. Which was okay with
Steven, since Barbie was gorgeous and he never had much
luck with women.
Barbie was a short, cute blonde with a very fine rack for a
girl her size. Tia Marie constantly tried to convince
Barbie to pose for the website but she refused. She wanted
to marry into money not become an "adult" model. So she
pinned her future on Steven and hoped for the best.
Barbie was getting mad. Her plans were ruined. All because
Steven's grandmother hated him. She'd often called him a
scared mouse and treated him with disdain. She'd left all
her stock in the company to Tia Marie. And if Tia Marie
couldn't inherit, for whatever reason, the stock went to
their cousin John!
Tia Marie wasn't around to inherit. She ran away with a
motorcycle gang almost 9 months earlier and nobody had
heard from her since. If she didn't appear within the next
30 days, the inheritance would go to John.
Steven was left with a measly 10% of the company, and John
would probably fire him as soon as he took over! John
shared Steven's grandmother's low opinion of Steven.
Barbie turned in her seat and punched Steven in the arm.
"Hey! What was that for?" he shouted.
"Why couldn't you be your grandmother's favorite?" she
asked furiously. "Look what its cost you!" Steven didn't
say anything. In fact he started to cry.
--
Barbie and Steven arrived at the townhouse they'd shared
with Tia Marie. Steven got some ice tea and brought her a
glass. She was staring at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
"I have an idea," she calmly stated.
Steven didn't like the look in her eyes. "You're Tia
Marie's twin, right?"
"Of course."
"You can become Tia Marie and take control of the company!"
"Barbie," Steven gasped, "are you nuts? I'm not Tia Marie's
identical twin!"
She glared at him. "The only noticeable differences between
you and Tia Marie are her big boobs, fat lips and that
great ass of hers. All those things can be easily fixed."
"No way!" Steven said as he tried to step past her. She
pushed him up against the wall.
"Are you ready to walk away from millions of dollars? I'm
not!" She leaned forward and rubbed her nipples against his
lips. "Besides," she whispered in his ear, "you'd make a
very sexy Tia Marie."
--
Barbie reached over to feel of Steven's damp hair. "Sit
down on that chair by the table and I'll get my hair care
tray." Steven wanted to take his wife to bed, but Barbie
insisted that he let her try her idea.
"No way this will work," Steven complained.
"Just shut up, honey. If it doesn't work it's no big deal.
But if it does, we're rich!" Barbie returned with a large
tray and a basket full of bottles, pink curlers, pins, hair
clips, combs and brushes.
Barbie sat on the side of the bed and began rolling
Steven's hair up onto the large pink rollers. At first, he
protested, but was quiet after Barbie got mad at him again.
Barbie rolled each strand of Steven's hair onto a roller,
wound tightly and pinned in place. When Barbie picked up a
spray bottle and began to saturate Steven's rolled hair
with a strange smelling chemical, she told him that it was
just conditioner. Steven sat quietly.
Barbie rolled the last of her husband's hair onto the
rollers. He stood up and walked, unsteadily, to the
bathroom to relieve his bladder. He closed the door and
caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. His long
hair was rolled on the large pink rollers. He had been
called a pretty boy when he was in high school. Now, he
realized just how feminine his face appeared to be. His
flat chest was the main reminder that he was not a woman.
Barbie had Steven sit down again as she blow-dried his
hair. She smiled mischievously as she worked on her
husband's hair. Barbie began unrolling the coiled locks,
leaving them in large curls of red tresses. She picked up a
brush and, after only a couple of minutes of stroking his
hair, stepped back and smiled.
Barbie was amazed at the change that the permanent wave
solution, rollers, a blow dryer and a little effort had
made in her husband's appearance. She had been attracted to
him because he was so very cute, but she'd never imagined
that he could be so attractively feminine. She knew that
with a little make up, he would be very pretty. She was
almost jealous of her husband's natural beauty.
Barbie led Steven to the master bathroom where he was given
a bubble bath with scented bath oils. Then, he was
completely shaven, except for the hair on his head, his eye
brows and a neatly trimmed triangular patch of pubic hair.
Afterwards, a perfumed lotion was rubbed into his skin to
soften it even more. His penis was embarrassingly erect.
Barbie had him sit in a chair while she plucked his
eyebrows. He jumped the first few times she pulled out a
hair, but managed to sit still for the rest after Barbie
made fun of the way he acted like a baby. When Barbie was
through shaping her husband's eyebrows, she began applying
fake fingernails. Steven's fingernails extended over half
of an inch past the ends of his fingers when she finished
gluing the acrylic nails in place. She painted the long
fingernails a bright red then shaped his toenails and
painted them the same color. Barbie made the statement that
women loved to have long nails to scratch a man's back
while he made love to her. Steven blushed as he looked at
the long red nails.
Barbie opened her case of cosmetics and began working on
her now co-operative husband. She explained how to apply
the cosmetics as she put on a foundation cream, brushed on
a corn silk powder, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, used an
eye brow pencil, mascara and bright red lipstick. Barbie
sat in awe as she saw Steven transformed into Tia Marie.
--
Steven looked at his young wife. She held some of Tia
Marie's lingerie out for him. Surely, she did not want her
husband to wear panties and other women's clothes.
She answered his question when she said, "Steven, give it a
try for a day or two. I think it would be fun."
Steven blushed.
"Please do it for me."
Steven lowered his eyes as he nodded his head.
Steven was given a pair of pink silk bikini panties to
wear. He had to push his erection to the side in order to
fit it in the panties. Barbie selected a pink silk
brassiere that matched his panties. She hooked the clasp in
back. Steven looked down to see the empty cups hanging
loosely. Barbie went to a dresser drawer and returned with
two boxes. She opened one and pulled out a silicon-filled
breast form. She slipped it into one cup, opened the
remaining box, retrieved another form and filled the other
bra cup as well.
"Where did those come from?" Steven asked.
"One of the models bought them before she got a boob job.
She wanted to try the look for a few days first," Barbie
answered. Steven sensed the shoulder straps of the
brassiere tugging downward as the weight of the artificial
breasts were felt on his chest.
Barbie gave Steven a pair of cinnamon colored thigh high
stockings and instructed him on the proper way to put them
on. He gathered them on his fingers and pulled them over
his relatively small feet and up his nicely shaped legs.
They ended most of the way up his thigh, leaving a few
inches of smooth bare white flesh exposed between the
elastic tops of his cinnamon colored stockings and his pink
silk bikini panties. He noticed that his red toenails were
visible through the nylon.
Three-inch heels were strapped to his ankles. Barbie had to
stand at his side as he stood up on high heels for the
first time to provide additional support. Together, they
walked around the bedroom for a few minutes as Steven
learned to balance himself. He found that if he pretended
that he was walking on his tip-toes, he could balance.
Barbie sat down as she had Steven walk back and forth a few
times.
Barbie was amazed that her plan was progressing so well.
Walking on high heels forced Steven to stick out his cute
silk covered butt and wiggle it seductively. She wanted to
push her pretty husband onto the bed and screw his brains
out. Just as she was about to tackle him, Steven picked up
a pink silk blouse and put it on.
Steven found it strange to button the blouse because the
buttons were on the wrong side. Next, an above the knee
length red skirt was slid up over Steven's nylon covered
legs and zippered in back. A few more minutes were spent in
teaching Steven how to walk, sit, stand, get up and sit
down in a ladylike manner.
Barbie told Steven how pretty he looked. He stood in front
of the full length mirror for over five minutes as he
turned from side to side, looking over his shoulder,
smiling, frowning, winking, and making every facial
expression that he had ever seen a woman make. He was
startled at the image in the mirror and how much he now
looked like his sister.
"Oh, my God," Steven whispered, "this may actually work."
Barbie hugged her femininely attired husband and told him
how much she loved him. She kissed his cheek as their
breasts pressed together. Steven was wearing high heel
shoes and she wasn't, therefore, she had to stretch to kiss
his ruby red painted lips. Steven asked her not to smear
his lipstick.
They stared into the mirror for a few minutes as Steven
turned this way and that, admiring himself.
"It's not good enough," Barbie stated in a flat, sad voice.
"What? Why not?" Steven demanded.
"Steven," Barbie explained, "you're cute, but Tia Marie is
a knockout. Your lips are too small, your skin is too
rough, I can see a little of your beard, your butt is too
flat, those breast forms don't quite move like real boobs
and Tia Marie always shows a little cleavage."
Steven got a disappointed look on his face and said,
"shit."
Barbie hugged him from behind. "Honey," she breathed in his
ear, "if you're willing, I know someone who can help."
--
"I don't want to see any doctor."
Steven was balking at the office's front door. Barbie
sensed he was ready to bolt so she soothed him.
"Steven, please be practical. I'm sensitive to your
concerns. No real man wants to impersonate a woman.
Certainly not as realistically as you'll have to, but this
is an emergency."
"Barbie, can't we do something less extreme?"
"There are no magic spells or potions. There's just
hormones, electrolysis, and plastic surgery, and they don't
work overnight."
Steven sighed. "I hope we have enough time.
--
Steven was lying on a table. A bright spotlight focused on
his chest. Barbie and the doctor were talking but his head
was spinning. What were they saying?
Steven was given an injection to sedate him. He was laid
out on the operating table and strapped down. Eight
hypodermic syringes with rather large needles were laid in
a row on the sterile tray. A large jar of thick white
viscous fluid was retrieved from the locked storeroom
refrigerator. A tray of antiseptic gauze was set on the
roll around cart. An IV was inserted in his vein.
The doctor washed up as a nurse coated Steven's body parts
with disinfectant. The procedure was really very simple.
Since so many women wanted lipo-suction to remove unwanted
fat, the doctor had discovered that the fat cells could be
dehydrated, then injected into another part of the body
where they could be rehydrated with a special solution in
the IV bottle. The cells would be accepted by the body
where they were injected.
The doctor started with Steven's chest. Two pounds of
dehydrated fat cells were injected in a pattern of
concentric circles around each nipple. After they were
rehydrated, Steven would have about ten pounds of breasts.
An ounce and a half injected in his lips to make them
fuller and softer to kiss. The IV was started using a few
special chemical additives in a glucose solution. The fat
cells would be rehydrated before the sedative wore off.
Steven would wake up with a meaty pair of tits.
Steven was rolled over and a couple of pounds of dehydrated
fat injected in a pattern designed to make his bottom as
shapely as any woman's. He was rolled back over and two
small incisions were made at each side of his already
narrow waist. A lipo-suction needle stroked in and out many
times to remove fat cells residing there. The small
incisions were taped so that the scars would be
unnoticeable. A quick procedure was performed to raise the
pitch of Steven's voice to a more feminine level and to
scrape down his adam's apple.
Barbie was pleased to see that Steven's breasts were
already a B cup and growing. A special breast-shaping bra
was strapped around his chest until the fat cells
permanently linked up. A pair of tight shorts with a loose
bottom and side pockets to make sure that the fat cells
collected and formed in the correct anatomical locations
were slid up Steven's unconscious body. A mixture of female
hormones and testosterone suppressant was injected directly
into the IV that was supplying the fluids for the
dehydrated fat cells.
By the next day, after the fat cells had set up, the
surgical training brassiere and shaping pants could be
removed.
--
Steven woke up in his own bed. Sunlight streamed through
the open window. He felt happy and peaceful. His mind was
drifting on clouds of bliss. Objectively, he knew he was
drugged, but he didn't care. Steven smiled and made a
contented murmuring sound.
He slowly sat upright and that's when he felt a big weight
shift on his chest. He glanced down and saw two huge tits.
"Good morning, Tia Marie," Barbie said.
Staring back at him from the mirror was his sister Tia
Marie, an absolute knockout red-head. He knew, objectively,
that it was himself staring back from the mirror, but the
illusion was so perfect - the Tia Marie in the mirror was
so real! Steven was feeling a sense of . . . disconnection
. . . looking at this reflected vision. He raised his right
arm . . . she raised her's. He dropped his arm . . . she
dropped her's and her breasts jiggled in the most erotic
fashion.
A sly little smile curled her luscious lips. With a toss of
her head, she flipped the long hair off her shoulder. Then,
making a pouting little moue' with her mouth, she reached
up and cradled her left breast in her left hand, the nipple
peeking out between her middle fingers, her right hand
twined in the hair over her right ear. As she continued to
fondle that ripe, exquisite bosom, the moue' shifted into a
pleading "take me now" expression. And it was Steven doing
it! He consciously executed each of the actions, believing
that in doing so, he'd break the illusion. He didn't know
how to display a "take me now" expression. Or he thought he
didn't. He just did what he thought Tia Marie would do. On
this stunning face it was hot beyond belief. He giggled
happily.
He had his own personal "live sex show"! Anything he
wanted, this beautiful, sexy woman would do . . . no
embarrassment . . . no questions asked. For his enjoyment,
she shook her shoulders setting her breasts into the most
delicious motion. Then, closing her eyes in anticipation,
(well, slitting her eyes so he could still enjoy the show),
she again caressed her delicious breasts. Approaching a
fabricated climax, she opened her eyes and stretched out
her left hand to him, her face urgent with counterfeit
need. Then he laughed again and Barbie laughed with him.
Barbie turned him to face her and grabbed his cock in her
hand. "I'm glad you can enjoy this, Tia Marie. We're going
to be rich, lover girl."
Her hands moved to his boobs and her thumbs rubbed his
nipples. Then her head dipped down and sucked the little
tips of his abundant new knockers.
A half-hour later Steven was flat on his back in bed.
Exhausted. Barbie was on top of him, squeezing the last bit
of life from his deflating cock. Her body was still
trembling from the after shocks of her last orgasm.
"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," Barbie whispered
in his ear. "I think I'm really going to like you Tia
Marie."
It was certainly the best orgasm he'd ever had. Barbie took
a syringe from the bedside table and gave him a refill of
the happy drugs. In a moment he was asleep.
--
"Tia Marie, look at me," Barbie commanded. Steven smiled
and gazed into her pretty green eyes. "Soon you're going to
inherit the company and we're going to be rich. And you'll
have lots of chances to be my little she-male sex slave.
Does that make you happy?" Her hand stroked his cock.
Happy? Yes, he was happy. The drugs made his mind a giddy
fog, and the sex was so good.
"Umm, yes," he purred with his sexy new voice, "I'm very
happy, Barbie."
--
"Barbie, I can't get this thing on right. Can you come in
here please?" Steven struggled with his pale satin corset,
looking at it like it came from Mars.
"Here, Tia Marie, let me help you."
Having Steven stand up straight, Barbie tugged at the
outrageous outfit and finished lacing it up in back. Barbie
stepped away and let Steven look into the mirror.
His breasts jutted forward like twin melons. "That can't be
right. These tits are about to leap right out of here."
Barbie ignored his complaint. "Did you take your pills?"
Steven kept squirming but couldn't get his tits covered.
"Yeah, I took them. Do you think it's safe to take so
much?" The doctor recommended 500 mg of hormones a day, but
Barbie had Steven on ten times that amount.
"We need quick results, Honey," Barbie said as she caressed
his ass, "so more is better."
--
Steven stood balancing precariously on five-inch heels. His
pencil slim, black leather hobble skirt barely allowed him
to take a step.
The corset crushed his waist from twenty-two inches to a
numbing eighteen. A wide belt accented his tiny waist and a
black angora sweater - a size too small - flaunted the firm
mountains of his breasts.
"Walk back over here, Tia Marie."
"I can't. My feet hurt too much!"
Barbie flicked her riding crop over her feminized husband's
leather-bound rump and sent him mincing forward. They had
been at it for days, working up through increasing heel
heights and ever-tighter skirts.
"Barbie, why do I have to keep dressing this way?"
"Steven, let's not argue this again. I told you that a
tight skirt will help you get a female sway to your hips
when you walk and the corset will give you a nice waist.
But you've been a good sport so I'll let you take off the
leather skirt and you can wear something more comfortable."
"And the corset and the rest of it?" Steven asked
hopefully.
"That'll have to stay for the moment."
Crestfallen, Steven began to unzip his skirt. Steven now
measured 36C-22-34, and he was still developing.
--
They were riding back from the store. Barbie had picked
pink leather hot pants and a pink halter-top for herself.
Steven had insisted on a quiet, dark brown two-piece suit.
"Do you think that they'll really give us the inheritance?
I want to stop being a girl."
"I don't know. I hope so. You've been so good, Honey. The
way you sacrificed to do all this, no man would do what
you've done."
Steven swelled up under the flattery, not noticing the
ironic tone in Barbie's voice.
Barbie looked at him with a hard glint in her eyes. "Tia
Marie, you know you can't stop being a girl right after you
get the money. Your cousin John will know we tricked him!"
"Yeah. I guess." Steven pouted.
Minutes later, Steven and Barbie were at work, and were
about to change clothes to go and see the Judge.
"Steven," Barbie said, "I think we need to celebrate.
You'll never have to wear that corset or hobble skirt
again!"
Steven quickly pulled off the restrictive and uncomfortable
clothes and stood naked in front of his wife.
"How should we celebrate?" Steven grinned as he reached for
Barbie.
"No time for that," Barbie answered as she stepped away
from him. She scooped up the clothes he'd just removed and
headed out the door. "Put on your new suit while I throw
these down the trash chute!"
Steven opened their bag from the store, then quickly
rummaged through the contents over and over. With a
frightened look appeared on his face Steven yelled,
"Barbie! Wait! Don't throw that stuff away!"
Barbie appeared in the doorway, "Too late. All gone. What's
wrong?"
"My suit isn't here! Just two pairs of hot pants and tops!
You have to get my clothes back out of the trash!"
"Uh oh," Barbie exclaimed, "I can't! The trash bin is in
the basement and that's always locked! And the janitor is
gone for the day!"
Barbie had made sure the janitor would be gone. Instead of
a conservative suit, Steven would have to wear pink leather
hot pants and top to the big meeting.
"Do we have time to go back to the store or home?" He asked
though he knew the answer before he asked it.
They had to be in the judge's office in a few minutes. It
was hopeless. Before Barbie could answer, Steven picked up
the tiny garments and held them to his chest in front of
the mirror.
"I won't look too bad, will I?"
Barbie was very good - she didn't laugh or anything - as
she assured her red-faced, panty-clad husband that he would
look just fine.
--
"Sit still, Tia Marie," Barbie murmured, worried that her
husband was so nervous he would ruin the plan. They were
seated in the Judge's office, but she hadn't arrived.
Everyone on the street had stared at the two beautiful
women dressed in skimpy leather as they walked to the
courthouse. Many men made rude comments and some had
laughed. Steven wanted to die of shame but Barbie happily
blew kisses and shook her cute butt.
Steven's feet fidgeted in his four-inch, pink heels and his
distracting full and firm breasts threatening to burst the
straining halter-top. Steven was getting ever more anxious.
"Why isn't the Judge here yet? Do you think she suspects
something? She knows! I'm sure of it. I bet they're just
keeping us here until the police arrive."
Steven's voice kept rising as his face grew flushed. Barbie
had read the pharmaceutical leaflet that had accompanied
the hormones -- there was a noticeable occurrence of
emotional upset, including paranoia, hysteria, and anxiety.
Steven was having his first 'hissie'.
"Tia Marie, the lady said she was running behind. She's
just late. Now, I want you to have a big smile on that
painted face of yours and let those big fat titties of
yours fool old Judge Jamison into giving us all our money,
okay?"
Shamefaced, Steven nodded. With a little shriek, Steven
jumped when the door suddenly opened. A tall, obese woman
with short greasy, unkempt hair came in and sat at the end
of the table without introducing herself to the two waiting
'women'.
The Judge glared at Steven's huge boobs for a moment, then
said, "My name is Meredith Jamison and I'm the Judge in
this inheritance case. I have the papers you'll have to
sign Ms. Johnson."
Stunned at the simplicity of it all, Steven read the papers
the Judge handed him.
"Please sign in all four places, Ms. Johnson and sign the
affidavit as well." Tia Marie signed for and took the check
and began to read the formal, legal-looking document.
"Barbie, should I sign this?"
"What does it say?"
"It says that I, Tia Marie Johnson, swear under oath that I
am a twenty-four year old female citizen of the United
States. That I am authorized to sign for the checks from
the inheritance and that all of my statements made to
receive the money are true."
"Well sure, Tia Marie, you have to sign that. It's all true
anyway."
"I'm going to have to insist that you sign it from the
point of view of the State, Ms. Johnson," Judge Jamison
added.
Steven signed the affidavit as well and quietly sat,
waiting for the ordeal of the meeting to end.
"That concludes my business with you. Sorry to cut this off
so suddenly, but I have four more of these conferences to
get through today."
Steven tried to speak but Barbie cut her husband off. On
the street, Steven stood by the side of the courthouse and
started to cry.
"Now, what's the matter, Tia Marie?" Barbie asked, unable
to hide the exasperation in her voice.
"When I stop being a girl they're going to throw me in jail
for fraud!"
Steven was getting worked up again but Barbie let him go.
In fact, it was interesting, the way the flush on his face
was spreading down to his big jiggling breasts.
"I'll have to keep dressing like a girl for years! I'll
just die if I have to do that."
"Tia Marie, honey," Barbie cooed as she hugged her feminine
husband, "we're rich! All because of how well you carried
out our plan. Let's not mess it up now. Besides, I've been
a girl all my life; it's not so bad." She kissed him on the
cheek and suggested, "Why don't you go shopping while I
check in at work? I'll pick you up later."
(To be continued ...)
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