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To Love, Honor, and Obey
By Jennifer White
Mark was a 36 year old man who had never married before. He finally
found the love of his life, and had proposed to her. The wedding took a lot
more preparation than he had ever imagined, but now it was getting close to
the big day. He was looking forward to that night, because his best man Bob,
a close friend since high school, was throwing a bachelor party for him.
His last chance for one wild fling.
They met up with ten of his friends, and they all went out for a
nice dinner at a steakhouse downtown. Next they drove out to the local
Indian casino, for a bit of gambling. Each of the guys had thrown some
money into a pot, so Mark didn't even have to risk his own money at the
craps table, making it a *lot* more fun. He ended up almost breaking even
when they moved on to the next activity, at 11:00pm.
Bob had rented a hotel suite, not far from the casino. They drove
over, and found the room stocked with beer, vodka and tonic (Mark's favorite),
margaritas, and other refreshments. Soon after arriving, pizzas were
delivered. They guys tore into it like piranhas in the Amazon, and it was
all devoured within minutes.
Now came a surprise for Mark. There was a knock at the door, which
Bob opened. In walked three knockout babes, one carrying a boom box. After
taking off their coats, they were all scantily dressed, exposing their big
breasts, long lovely legs, and bare midriffs. Instantly, all the guys were
drooling.
The blonde plugged in the boom box, and turned on the dance music
(who ever said they were dumb!). The brunette turned out all the lights
except for one. The redhead told the guys to sit back and watch, but no
touching allowed. Mark was brought front and center, and placed in a chair.
The dancing began.
First came the redhead. She did a sexy dance, slowly pealing away
articles of clothes until she was down to just her black lace panties and a
bra. She did a bump-and-grind against Mark, then finally took them off too.
She stood naked by Mark, and started to give him a neck and shoulder massage
as the brunette took the stage.
She also did a very sexy dance, tantalizing the guys. She had all
the right moves, and soon everyone was in a frenzy with excitement. Once
she was naked, she sat on Mark's lap, and watched as the blonde finally came
out.
She was the hottest of the three, and didn't mind showing it off.
Again, there was a lot of gaping, hooting, and hollering as she slowly took
of her clothes, and teased the boys with them. Once naked, she came over to
the chair, and put her arms around the other girls and Mark, so that he was
now completely surrounded by naked female flesh.
"Okay big boy." she said in a low seductive voice. "You get a private
dance now from one of us. Who do you want to take back to your bedroom?"
"I don't know..." he said. So far, it was just harmless fun, but
this sounded like something his girlfriend would totally disapprove of. The
guys really let him have it if he said no though, so he was forced to
concede.
"Okay," he said, "it's so hard to choose! You are all three so lovely.
I guess I'll take you." he said, pointing to the redhead. The other pouted,
but the redhead beamed. Mark thought that he had made the right choice.
The redhead led him by the hand to the bedroom in the back of the suite.
"Bye for now boys." she said, closing the door behind her.
"What's your name?" asked Mark, once the door was closed.
"What do you want it to be?" replied the redhead, who was locking
the door as she talked to him.
"I want it to be your real name. Come on, what is it?" he insisted.
"Wow, most men don't want to know. They want some name to turn them
on. If you really want to know, my name is Victoria, but I use 'Vickie
Vixen' for a stage name."
"Victoria is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman like you" he
said. "I like it even better than your stage name."
"Ooh, I can see why some lucky girl picked you!" she cooed.
"Okay, what now?" asked Mark, feeling uncomfortable.
"I'm going to do a private dance for you sweetie. Is that okay with
you?" said Victoria.
"Well, I guess." he replied sheepishly. He didn't want to cross a
line and cheat on his fiancee. It was hard to say 'no' to such a beautiful
woman. He would just watch, and not touch. That wasn't cheating, right?
He had heard stories of what went on at some bachelor parties, and he
didn't want it to go too far.
***
Victoria turned on the boom box, which she had brought in with her.
The first song she danced to was slower, steamier, and more low key than
what the trio had used for the crowd. Mark stared at her, transfixed.
Next, she played a song with a hypnotic rhythm at a steady pulse.
Mark just smiled and watched as her graceful body moved in front of him.
She was talking to him, but he couldn't really hear what she was saying. He
just smiled and watched.
The pulse of the music was throbbing now, and he really wanted to
get up and dance with the hot babe he had been watching. He decided to do
it. He started to stand up. But something was wrong: his legs would not
move. That is when he discovered that he could not move at all!
Victoria walked over to him, and whispered in his ear. "You're mine
now, babe."
His eyes would have become wide with terror, but he could not move
them either. They started unblinking straight ahead. Victoria walked
behind him, but he could not see what she was doing. She grabbed his shirt,
and pulled it off of him. Then she went about removing the rest of his
clothes. It wasn't very long before he was completely naked.
"You shouldn't have come back here with me." she said. "It's too bad.
You seemed like such a nice man. But a job's a job." she said, pulling out a
Bag, which had been hidden under the bed.
"You see, your fiancee hired us. If you had refused to come back
here, we would have just gone home. But no, you're just like other men, and
you had to cheat. She has some plans for you now, something you're not
going to like."
She opened the bag, but Mark could not see the contents. He still
could not move at all. And the room seemed to be changing. It was getting
bigger, and bigger. Or was he shrinking? He fell to the floor, and
Victoria put her foot down on him. He started up into her crotch, which
seemed to be moving further and further away as he shrank. Her stiletto
heels dug into him, as she ground her foot back and forth. She was towering
over him, stepping on him, to show him just how low he was now. He felt
strange sensations all over. He could no longer feel his arms, hands, or
feet... anything at all for that matter. Nothing felt familiar.
Victoria gloated over him. She picked him up, and carried him to
the mirror, and turned him so he could see it as well. In the mirror, Mark
saw Victoria, holding in her hand a red lacy bra. He could not see himself
anywhere! She folded the bra over, and in Mark's mind he screamed in terror
as he could see part of the bra come in front to obscure his view. He had
been transformed into a bra!
Now Victoria put the bra on. Mark was wrapped around her breasts,
forced to cup them, and pull them up to give her lift and support. He was
a cleavage enhancing bra, so he also had to pull the breasts to the middle
and up for maximum cleavage. As she walked, he had to strain at each jiggle
of the breast, to pull back. It took enormous effort! Be he was afraid
what would happen if he tore. He had to pull back with all his might.
A few minutes ago, he had been drooling over her breasts. Although
he wouldn't admit it even to himself, he had wanted to hold them, and caress
them. Now, he was entirely wrapped around them, his mission in life was to
support them. Mark was a bra now.
Victoria put on a matching pair of red panties, and walked back into
the main room of the suite. She strutted in, careful to close the door
behind her so that nobody could see into the bedroom. She walked over to
where the drinks were set up, and began to pour one for herself.
"Wow, he can really go!" she said. "I need a drink. How are you
boys doing out here?"
They hooted and hollered at her.
She downed her drink, and walked over to Heather, the blonde. They
began to dance together, doing a slow dance. Heather's tits were pressed up
against Victoria's, so Mark was being smothered on both sides by large
female breasts.
"I'll never look at breasts the same way" he thought,
wondering if he would ever go back to his normal form.
Now Victoria moved over to where one of the guys was standing, and
danced in front of him. She made sure that from time to time, her bra
brushed against his shirt. Mark clung tight to Victoria, and felt like he
was gagging when he had to touch against a man's shirt. He was relieved
when Victoria said she was heading back to the room for a second round.
"There, that was fun, wasn't it?" she said, taking Mark off. He
felt like gasping for air, but being a bra, he had no lungs. She tossed him
to the floor, and stepped on him. Again, he was looking up at her, feeling
her foot upon him. He was totally in her power, and felt ground down by her.
Crushed was a better word.
The door opened, and Heather walked in.
"Hey Vic, how do you think he liked being a bra?"
"Oh, I'm sure he loved being wrapped around boobs like that. Men
love them so much. He should be very happy."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. They also really love our pussies,
don't they." she said teasingly, looking down at Mark.
"Yes, you're right" replied Victoria. "Why don't we let him get a
little more intimate with our female anatomy now?"
"Great idea."
Mark felt himself changing again, with new, completely alien
sensations. He didn't feel like he was a piece of clothes this time. In
fact, when Heather picked him up, he saw in the mirror that he had been
transformed into a two-headed dildo now! Heather giggled as she put him
into a black velvet bag, and he was covered in total blackness. He couldn't
tell what was going on, but he guessed that she was walking back into the
main room. He felt sick at what he was turned into this time.
Heather and Cindi did a dance together now. For some reason, all
guys seem to go crazy for watching two women dance naked together. But they
were in for quite a show now. Cindi kneeled on the floor, as Heather pulled
Mark out of the bag. There were oohs, aahs, and cheers from the small
crowed. First Heather licked Mark, sending chills through him. Then she
put him into her warm mouth, first one end, then the other.
Now Heather kneeled so that she was facing Cindi. She handed Mark
to Cindi, who started to work him into her lubricated opening between her
legs. It was the end, which Mark perceived as has feet which plunged deep
within her, as she pushed him slowly in and out. Feeling half of his body
deep within her warm vagina was such a strange sensation! He had sex before
of course, and knew what it felt like to have his member deep within a woman.
But to have half his body within her, was another story. And not being
able to move made him feel trapped.
But now, Cindi closed in on him. He watched in horror as she
grabbed him, and started to work him into her own vagina. Darkness closed
around him as he was pushed deeper and deeper into her opening. The two
women rocked back and forth together, as Mark was given a close-up view of
the inside of a vagina. Although he had no mouth or nose, somehow he could
sense the taste and the smell. He was totally surrounded by female flesh
now, enveloped by vaginas.
When they were through, Heather put Mark back into the bag, and went
back into the room with Victoria. They giggled as they washed him in the
sink, cleaning off the residue.
"Do you think he learned his lesson yet?" asked Heather.
"No, he was probably excited about that. I bet he enjoyed it."
replied Victoria.
"Yes, I'm sure he did. Well, there is one way we can make sure that
he truly learns." she replied. "Do you think we can try it?"
"I don't know, last time we did, well, you know what happened."
"But we'll be careful this time. Come on!"
"Well, alright..." she said.
Mark was truly scared, down to his soul. What could be worse?
What could they have done that went wrong before? What was in store for him
now?
Heather threw him on the floor, and put her foot on top of him.
Trampled and crushed again by the beautiful women. But now, the room
started shrinking. Or he started growing. He could again feel hands, arms,
legs, feet... he was being restored! He was so overcome with happiness. He
was going to be himself again.
When the room stopped shrinking, and he was full size, the two women
grabbed his arms and lifted him up onto the bed. Heather began to rub his
chest. It was such as sensuous rub, touching him so lightly, he felt very
excited. She moved her hands over to his nipples, and began to lightly
touch them, moving in slow circles. It made him feel crazy with excitement.
But then, he noticed a strange sensation he had never felt before.
She moved in bigger and bigger circles, further away from his nipples. She
cupped her hands around his... breasts! He had breasts! Her hands were at
the bottom of his large breasts!
The sexual excitement from being touched like he was, drove him
crazy. He should have been so hard, but instead, he now felt a new
sensation. A warmth and wetness between his legs. Instead of getting hard,
he was lubricating. In his vagina. A vagina! On him!
"Yes, you've figured it out. You're a girl now." said Victoria.
"No." he managed to whisper, in a high-pitched female voice.
"Yes, you're a girl. Your name is Meredith now. Hi Meredith!"
"No..." he struggled to say.
"She's right, you're a chick." said Heather, helpfully. "You're one of
us now. One of the girls."
"You're female. You are a read babe."
"I'm not a girl" he said.
"But look at yourself! You have boobs. You have a pussy. You are
completely feminine."
"Yes. I know a girl when I see one, and you my sister, are
definitely a girl. You've become female."
"But..." he said weakly.
"No! No ifs, ands, or buts. You *are* a girl!"
"I'm a girl?" she said with disbelief, but knowing it was true. She
could feel her new body as the two other women touched it. Victoria's
finger was caressing her clitoris, while Heather began sucking on her now
large nipples. It didn't take long before Meredith began to experience
female orgasm.
"Yes! Yes! Oooh!"
"She's a moaner." commented Heather.
"I'm a girl! I'm a woman!" cooed Meredith.
Heather and Victoria helped Meredith onto her feet. She hardly
blinked as they put a bra on her, panties, a blouse and a miniskirt. They
put her feet into very high heeled shoes, and led her to the door.
Meredith's long blond hair swung down, and over her face. She swept it
aside with her hand, noting the graceful fingers and bright red nail polish.
"Now go out there and dance!" said Heather, almost pushing her
through the door.
Meredith froze, not knowing what to do. A room full of gaping men
stared at her, surprised to see such a beautiful woman emerge from the room.
Cindi pushed 'play' on the boombox, and the music started up.
Although Mark had never been a good dancer, Meredith's body knew
what to do. She went into a world class striptease act, which left the men
breathless. By the time she was naked, her perfect female form had them all
mesmerized. When the song stopped, she scrambled back into the bedroom,
leaving them all staring in disbelief.
Meredith sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry. She was so
caught up in the emotion of what she had just done! It was disgusting to
dance naked in front of leering men. How could any girl do that? She felt
degraded. She wept bitter tears.
"How can you do that?" she sobbed. "It was so awful!"
"Some of us don't have much choice." said Heather. "I didn't have a
good home, didn't get to go to school, and I can't get a good paying job.
I can make more in one night with this than I can in two weeks working in a
diner. All I have is this body, and I'm going to make every cent off of it
that I can. I have enough saved to retire to Florida when I reach 35, if I
can keep my looks that long."
The other girls had similar tales. Meredith felt so sorry for them.
It was truly heartfelt. She had never experienced such a powerful
emotional sense when she had been a man. It was a whole new world opened up
for her.
"I am so sorry for how I acted." she said. "When I was a man, I had
no idea. I didn't mean anything bad by what I did, that's just how men are.
I'm sorry..." her voice trailed off, as the tears began anew.
"You've really learned your lesson, haven't you." said Heather,
trying to console her.
"Yes" sobbed Meredith. "I'll never leer at a woman's boobs again.
Now I understand. And I'll never stare at a woman's crotch like I did. I
just love Shanna, and I want to change back to myself so I can marry her and
love her."
The other women looked at each other and nodded. Victoria walked
forward. She moved her hands about, and whispered something Meredith could
not make out. She became blurry, then came back into focus. Meredith could
not believe her eyes. Victoria had changed to her true form; she was really
Shanna!!
"Shanna?" said Meredith sheepishly. "Is that really you?"
"How could you?" said Shanna angrily. "You said you loved only me,
and I was the only woman for you. But you had so little respect or me, and
the lies you told me."
"Please Shanna, I didn't mean anything by it. I didn't know any
better. I've really and truly learned my lesson. Please take me back. I
would do *anything* for you. I love you, and I want to always be with you."
said Meredith, pleading.
"You could have been true to me. Then after we were married, I
would have revealed my powers to you. You could have made love to a
different woman every night if you wanted to. Or I could have enhanced you
to feel maximum sexual pleasure. But now, I can't trust you. I would love
to believe your words, but that's all they are. Words."
"No, I..." started Meredith, before she cut him off.
"Silence! You will not speak until *I* say you can. No, you have
broken the bonds of trust between us, and they cannot easily be rebuilt.
But I have so much time and effort invested in this wedding, we must go
forward. So here is what I am going to do."
She motioned for Meredith to stand next to her, looking into the
mirror. She waved her hands, and a strange haze seemed to surround
Meredith's eyes. When it cleared, things were quite different.
Mark now stood by her side. She was still female, but the shape
standing in the mirror before her was different now. She had become
*Shanna*! Mark's mind in Shanna's body, with Shanna's mind in Mark's.
"We will still marry, and be together forever, just like you wanted.
The only thing is, *you* are going to be the woman. *You* will wear the
wedding dress, the veil and the garter. It is *you* who are going to become
pregnant and give birth to the babies. *You* will be the one who stays at
home, takes care of the house, and raises the children. *I* will be the one
who goes to work. When I come home, you will have dinner cooked for me,
give me back rubs, and have sex with me whenever I want. You will totally
adore me, and will love, honor and obey me at all times."
"And if I don't? What if I just leave now?"
"You will do exactly as I say, because of my power. I have placed a
curse on you. If you do not love me, you will become a bra again, forever.
If you do not honor me, treating me like you would a god, then you will
become a Barbie doll, sealed in a plastic box, wearing a bridal gown forever,
or at least until the children play with you, cut your hair, put makeup on
you with red pens, and the little boy pulls your head off."
The other women giggled, remembering their childhoods, and how their
Barbie's had been treated.
"And if I don't obey you?" asked Mark's spirit, now within Shanna's
feminine body.
"Then you will become a tampon. I will give you to a woman, who
will carry you around in her purse until she needs you. Then she will stick
you in, and you will absorb her flow until you become saturated. You will
then be wrapped in a tissue, thrown in the trash, and end up at the bottom
of some landfill until you biodegrade in a thousand years."
A gasp was the only reply, with the implications of the awful
thought.
"No, I think you will always obey me." said Shanna's spirit, now in
Mark's body.
"You are a girl now forever, unless you'd rather be a bra, Barbie,
or tampon. *You* are Shanna, and you had better get used to thinking of
yourself that way. You're a girl. You're *my* girl. Is that clear?"
"Yes." said Shanna, defeated. She felt like she was going to pass
out, from all the emotional upheaval she had gone through in the past hour.
"All of the guys are gone now, so we can go home. Put on some
clothes, and I'll drive you back." said Mark.
Shanna reluctantly picked up a bra, and started putting it on,
hoping and praying that it was not really a past love of Shanna's who had
failed her.
"But I am Shanna now." she thought. "I'm a girl." Shivers went up
and down her spine as she realized that it really was true, and it really
was permanent.
"Come on babe, we don't have all day. We're getting married
tomorrow" said Mark, as she put her shoes on, slung her purse over her
shoulder, checked her makeup in the mirror, and walked out the door, holding
his hand, ready to begin the rest of her life as a woman.
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