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Disclaimer: this story contains representations of graphic sex acts, if you find such material objectionable or you are not an adult do not read any further. This story may be archived or distributed through a web site only so long as the site is not commercial, and this notice is left intact and unaltered. I also ask that I be contacted before the story is posted. I write these stories for personal enjoyment and for the comments. If there's something you think I need to work on or something you like please let me know. Flames will of course be ignored. ( mc, nc, mf, tf, tg ) I glared at him as his goons strapped me to his infernal machine. I hadn't known about his plans until it was too late, unfortunately it seemed that he had already accounted for my resistance to his intention to found a new world order. "I'm sorry you didn't want to be a part of my new government, Abrams, but don't you worry I will keep you at my side none the less." Weston Havenfall boomed through the lab loudspeaker. If he hadn't already gagged me I would have had more than a few choice words for him, but all I could do was glare back at him as his men lowered the equipment into place. I'd been the director at the facility for seven years, head of the various clandestine research projects funded by the darker side of the government. It was always a trial of sorts, keeping the less savory researchers from unleashing their pet projects on the world. Still, the opportunities for science had kept me intrigued and interested enough to remain in my post. The problem with projects of the sort I was in charge of was not the science but the scientists willing to play with such things. Luckily, most were crackpots with ideas that would never succeed, from Super Soldier soft drinks to using television as a direct mind control device. Unfortunately I'd underestimated Weston's resolve and the underlying science of his work and he'd caught me off guard. Now I was about to be on the receiving end of an experimental procedure with his new device. It wasn't his only one, the root of our troubles actually came from another project of his, a viral mind control agent he wanted to infect the world with so he could take over. I'd objected, as was my job, we were supposed to be researchers and were not supposed to use the toys we would make. Weston didn't like that though, and apparently he'd expected my reluctance. Thus I found myself strapped naked to a table surrounded by the mechanisms of his other major project some kind of genetic modifier. I was never quite certain of the specifics, he'd impressed some congressman with his ideas, but I'd never had much faith in the science behind them. Certainly not enough to inspect Weston's work more closely, but now I was about to see how it worked first hand, and the thought didn't appeal to me at all. I continued to struggle feebly against my restraints as Weston's assistants pulled some kind of helmet like device over my head. I wondered if they'd been bitten by his mind control virus or if they truly believed in him. It didn't matter much now, but if I made it through this, perhaps I could manage an escape if I could reason with one of them. "Well, if this doesn't work, it's been a pleasure working with you Doctor. Wish us luck." Weston boomed out from the control room. I tensed, knowing that he was pressing the button to activate his device. Suddenly, everything flashed with energy, my mind was full of light and my body was tingling from head to toe. I tried to remain focused, but the energy coursing through me seemed to ripple and flow and I felt myself just wash away into the light. I felt so strange, drifting in the light, letting it consume me and I soon found all my thoughts flutter away into the cascading lights that surrounded me. I drifted back from the light some time later, clam and floating on an impossible sea of light. My body was still tingling all over. I could feel it all strange and somehow disjointed. The oddest thing was a tingling between my legs that just seemed to draw my thoughts. I was horny, I realized with an internal laugh, but it felt so different, like an aching emptiness inside me, between my legs instead of a hardness waving from my crotch. The feeling flowed by for only a moment before the light consumed me again and I flew backing into thoughtless bliss. The next thing I remembered was being thrown face first into a small room by Weston's men. I felt completely disoriented and my flesh was still crawling from whatever he'd done to me. I found myself on my hands and knees, panting gently as I collect myself. Then as I moved to stand up I felt and odd shifting from my chest, like something was hanging from there. I looked down with trepidation and as my eyes shifted down, I screamed. Then I screamed again at the shrill feminine squeal that echoed around the room. I was kneeling now, staring down at my chest with my hands over my mouth. Two rounded mounds of flesh greeted me, much to my surprise and dismay. My hands drifted down to them, cupping them to prove to myself that my eyes were telling the truth and they confirmed the pair of feminine breasts jutting from my chest. The sight of two delicate hands embracing the orbs sent another shiver of shock through me. I marshaled my strength for the next question, and pulled one of those feminine little hands away from a breast and between my slightly spread legs. A small gasp escaped my lips as my fingers found their place and a pair of very feminine lips between my legs instead of a nice cock and balls. I closed my eyes, taking in the unreal truth unfolding around me. Somehow, Weston's machine had changed me into a woman. I didn't know how, but I was certainly concerned about why and what he intended to do with me. I didn't let myself dwell on those thoughts however, and summoned the will to stand up and look over the room I found myself in. As I stood and looked up, I saw the reflection of a very naked and confused looking girl rising in front of me. I thought to call out to her for a moment before realizing that I was her. I cursed Weston for a moment, realizing that he had lined this little room with mirrors so that it would be nearly impossible for me to deny my new form. That wasn't the end of my distaste for Weston's treatment. The girl I saw staring back at me was simply a perfect example of a teen bombshell. She had two perky breasts proudly jutting from her chest topped with cutest little pink nipples. Her figure was sumptuous, curving in just the right places and her face was held that simple air of teenaged innocence and softness. From her head flowed a main of long brown hair that fell nearly to the small of her back. Finally, her pussy was clearly shaved, save for a small triangular patch sitting above the top of her slit. Her pussy was just the cutest little mound with pouting lips. She just stared back at me with large, sweet doe eyes and a sexy little pout on her pink lips. Even as I watched the reflection mirror my movements, I could hardly believe I was seeing myself in the looking glass. Weston had given me the body of a knockout and I had the sneaking suspicion I was the embodiment of his sexual desires. I posed for a moment in the mirror, admiring the view before I noticed something strange. I wasn't aroused, not by the sight of a totally naked, sumptuous young woman staring back at me. Although I knew it was my reflection, I couldn't believe that such a site of feminine beauty wasn't having an effect on me. In fact, the only thing I could feel was pride at the sexy body I saw in the mirror. Before all this I'd been proud of my body, I'd worked out and was proud of my well toned form and I wasn't ashamed of my cock either. Now I found pride in just how full and perky my boobs were and how cute my naked little pussy looked peaking out from between my lovely smooth legs. Somehow it just felt like a natural shift, until I thought about it and tried to fight back the notions. Then I started to examine my new body more thoroughly, starting with my hands. They were just completely feminine and delicate, I could hardly believe they were mine as I twisted them around in the air in front of me. Then I looked down at the two mounds rising from my chest. I had to admit they looked perfect and I cupped them with my delicate hands. I gasped in surprise at my own touch as I squeezed myself gently, noting the tender firmness of my new breasts. I'd enjoyed my share of tits in my day, but now I was on the receiving end, and couldn't help but marvel at the sensations these simple caresses could spark inside me. There was one last part of my new anatomy to explore. I quickly laid myself out the small cot in the room and spread my legs as wide as I could, which was a lot farther than I would have guessed, and took a good look at the pussy between them. I ran my fingers over my new nether lips and whimpered at the strange feelings that were stirred up. I quickly noticed my cute little pussy lips puffing up along with a sudden surge of heat between my legs. I ran my fingers along my new slit and shuddered as I felt my own juices leaking out. Then I looked into the mirror and looked at this girl playing with herself and I was just drawn to her pussy. She had just the cutest little mound and her pussy was flowering with her arousal, I could see her inner lips flushed with heat. I couldn't help myself now, and sank one of my fingers between my new lips and slipped it into my waiting passage. I moaned as I felt it inside me and I wiggled it around a little in my tight little hole. The girl in the mirror was just writhing in pleasure now as she finger herself, and it was only moments before her soft cries of release echoes around the room. I couldn't believe just how good it felt, I mused as I recovered from my release. I still was having a hard time connecting the image in the mirror to myself, although I could feel myself getting used to my new form. I knew Weston had done this to me somehow, and while I was angry at him, I found myself very at home in my new body. It just felt so natural, like I'd always worn it, although I knew it wasn't true. I marveled at the discord between my rational self and my instincts. The fiber of my being told me this lovely feminine body was mine, even though I knew I'd been a man before Weston had done this too me. I worked to keep my mind away from thoughts of sex though, fearing that my changes would root to my sexuality as well, and I wasn't ready to face that yet. So, I just rested and considered my fate, without truly knowing much of anything about why I was still around, and dreading the most likely reasons. "Put on the garments provided and prepare to be presented to the Emperor." boomed a sudden voice from behind me. I looked around to see a speaker in the upper corner of the room. My first reaction was to balk at such a preposterous request, there wasn't any way I was going to debase myself for Weston, not in this lifetime. Then I saw a small bench to my side draped with an assortment of frilly and feminine lingerie. I couldn't tell you what came over me as I looked at those lacy white clothes, I just had to put them on and see how they looked on me. First I picked up a pair of frilly white thong panties and stepped into them, smiling to myself as I felt the cloth cup my new mound perfectly. I looked in the mirror, spread my legs, and was pleased that I could easily make out the outline of my plump little pussy lips against the panties. Then I grabbed the lace-trimmed bra and quickly slipped it around my back and hooked it between my two breasts. I looked into the mirror and smiled again. The bra brought out a bit more of my cleavage and the cups were low enough that my nipples peaked out over the top nicely. It also felt really good having them both embraced in the cups like this. I couldn't resist reaching up and pinching both of my little nubs to see how my titties would look with my nipples hard. I squealed happily at how cute they looked poking out just like they would when my body would get aroused. With that done, I picked up the shear chemise and slipped it on, enjoying the smooth silky feeling of the cloth against my skin. I looked back in the mirror, grinning as I took in the sexy little tart staring back at me. As I gazed at the dolled up feminine form I suddenly jerked back control of myself. I couldn't believe I'd just acted like that, or I had so quickly donned these demeaning clothes. Not only had I been changed into a woman, but I was now dressed up in sexy lingerie and actually liking it! I shuddered to think what my meeting before Weston would be like. I didn't have long to lament my fate as the door behind me opened almost as soon as I finished pulling on my chemise. I turned around to see a tall, buffed man looking down at me. I could see the quizzical look in his gaze, obviously wondering if I was really a man who had just became a woman. I suppose it didn't help any that I made sure to thrust out my nearly naked chest for him so he could get a good look at my ripe melons. "Come with me." He growled. I shuddered at the tone of his voice, not in fear but something else, something deeper and more disturbing. Strange thoughts seemed to dance in my mind as I looked over his hunky body and I quickly tried to turn my attention elsewhere. I followed him devoutly. I can't say why, other than some kind of need to obey. I hadn't even noticed until we were well on our way. It was becoming clearer that not all of Weston's changes were skin deep. Finally, I was lead into a rather spacious chamber, obviously a bedroom, judging by the rather large bed set comfortably against the wall. My concerns about my fate again flared to the fore as I quickly surveyed my surroundings. Finally I saw Weston and shivered again in that strange disturbing way just like when I'd seen the guard. I was seeing him with new eyes, I realized, and he looked amazing in a way I couldn't quite understand. Somehow just looking at him stirred something inside me. "Ah, Abrams, so glad to finally see the new you. How do you like it? You seem quite natural like this." Weston laughed as his eyes danced across me. I felt the sudden need to show off, and quickly pressed my breasts out and did a slow pirouette for him. I didn't doubt he enjoyed the show. "What the hell did you do to me you bastard?" I squeaked in my new feminine voice, upset that I sounded more like a whiny teenage girl than the furious man I was. Even as I did this I was posing for him like a seductive little harem girl. I just couldn't help myself, it felt so right to show off this sexy little body of mine. I mean if you've got it you have to flaunt it, right? "Come now, I think you're quite aware of the changes I've made, at least most of them, and we'll cover the rest soon enough. I do have to say, I am quite pleased with my work, you are a lovely little specimen, wouldn't you agree?" Weston asked as he walked up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. He turned me to look into a mirror, and I saw my feminine face staring back with the sexiest little pout I'd ever seen. The fact that it was my face, my sexy little body reflected back to me rattled me to the core. "Why, Weston?" I cried, suddenly overwhelmed by my position as if I hadn't really realized anything until just then. "Why?" He mocked as he ran his strong hands down my arms. "I want you to see everything you gave up when you opposed me. Everything that you could have shared in if you'd have simply joined me. I will still have you at my side, though, except you'll be just another possession of mine, rather than a partner." I sniffled, trying my best to regain my composure, even as his hands continued to lightly caress me. This was all so bizarre, and worse still was the sudden longing beginning to build within me that he stirred with his touch. "Now, I must say that Abrams is not a name that fits you well any more my dear. How do you like Bambi? I think it will do until I decide to change it again." Weston smiled. "So dear, what's your name?" "Bambi!" I shot back, realizing only a moment later that I'd not used my real name as intended. "No, you bastard, my name is B-A-M-B-I, Bambi!" I screeched trying to say me real name. I was Bambi, I thought as I tried to summon my true name inside my head. Somehow it was gone, and my entire identity seemed wrapped around this degrading name, I really was Bambi now. "Yes, Bambi it is." Weston laughed. "And what do you think Bambi is?" "I'm a man!" I whined. "Really? I didn't know men had nice tits like these." Weston suddenly reached around me and cupped both my ripe breasts. I moaned at the unfamiliar pleasures he sparked as he held them. "Or such a sweet little pussy like this." Weston laughed again as he cupped my new mound and gave me a nice squeeze. I couldn't help but thrust my hips into his hand so he could hold me better. "You just changed me! I'm really a man!" I cried again, even as I was grinding my new anatomy against his probing hands. His touch was simply electric and I couldn't get enough of his strong hands on my tender flesh. "Oh really? Then I want you to open up my jeans and tell me that what you see sickens you." Weston commanded as he pulled his teasing fingers away. "No, please!" I whimpered as I spun around and fell to my knees. I just had to do what he told me to do and my hands flew to his crotch to open up his pants. "Don't make me look." "I insist. A true man can look and feel nothing except perhaps a bit of envy, but a woman will desire what she finds. So please, prove to me how much a man you are, Bambi." Weston prodded as my delicate little fingers worked open the belt to his pants. I was quivering with fear and anxiety as I pulled down the zipper to his crotch. I couldn't help but obey him, and I was scared that the strange feelings swirling inside me would find their focus on the organ I was about to expose. I couldn't look away as I pulled down his pants and shuddered as I looked at the outline of his member tenting his boxers. It was strangely alluring, tempting me to reveal it and the depth of my alterations. "Now, Bambi, prove your manhood." Weston pushed. I could feel his eyes staring down at me, savoring his position over me. I hooked my fingers in his waistband and readied myself for what I was about to see, trying to believe that it wouldn't effect me at all. Then with a smooth tug, he was naked, and I stared at his erect shaft as it rose majestically from his crotch. I just stared at it, like I'd never seen a cock before. I had but I'd never seen one like this before. I was enthralled by its length and width, and the cute little helmet at its head. It seemed perfect for so many unspeakable things that I just shivered at the thought. "What do you see, Bambi?" Weston asked, breaking me from my gaze. "A marvelous manly fuck tool." I sighed, not letting my eyes drift from the hardened shaft for a moment. The choice of words seamed odd for just a moment, but I knew they were the perfect description for what I was looking at. "Really, that doesn't sound like something a man would say, does it?" He asked. "I don't know, but I can't deny what I see!" I replied, licking my lips at the wonderful hardness dangling just inches in front of me. "Do you know what it's good for then, Bambi?" Weston asked as he waved it ever so gently in front of me. I followed it's every swing with my eyes. "All sorts of things I guess. Like fucking good little girls in the pussy and ass and mouth and getting sucked on and may be even getting fucked by a girl's boobs." I rattled off as I continued gazing between his legs. I didn't even consider everything I said, I just had to answer him, and looking at the cock in front of me, I couldn't deny just what it was for. I was already reaching up with my hand to touch it, to feel it and truly connect with its power. "Do you want to do any of those things, Bambi? Are you a good little girl?" Weston prodded. "Please, Weston, don't make me say it!" I pleaded. This was just too much to admit, yet I did want to do all those things, I really did. I knew it wasn't right, that a man shouldn't have these kinds of feelings, but looking at the marvelous tool in front of me I couldn't deny my feelings. "You have to, dear, or I won't let you play with it. Now what do you want to do with it?" Weston teased. Somehow I knew he wasn't lying, he really would hold it back if I didn't debase myself like this. I couldn't accept that, not now, not with these new needs suddenly blossoming inside me. "I, I," I stammered, struggling to find the words. Then I just let go and let the words all tumble out of me. "I want to touch it and hold it and fuck it and suck it and do anything I can with it. Oh, god help me I want to." I cringed as he laughed. This was so horribly degrading, yet I couldn't stop myself even now. I was still savoring the sight of his hardened shaft, looking forward to the pleasures it could give, and those I would give it. "Please, can I touch it, Weston?" I begged, my hand staying just out of reach of his shaft, yearning to feel his manhood. For this I pulled my eyes off of him and looked up into his eyes. "How could I say no to such a sexy little girl? Of course you can touch me, Bambi, if you tell me what you're going to touch." Weston smiled back down at me. I shivered, he'd called me sexy! Somehow that felt really good and I made sure to jut out my chest so he could get a better view. Then I looked back down between his legs to the object of my desire. "I want to touch your cock, prick, dick, whatever you want to call this manly piece of meat that's hanging right in front of my nose just crying out for a woman's touch!" I didn't wait for him to give me another nod, I just wrapped both of my delicate hands around his shaft. I'd never touched another man's cock before, and somehow I couldn't understand why I hadn't now with one in my hands. "Oh, god, it's so hard and thick!" I squealed as I marveled at it. My dainty little fingers seemed so out proportion to such a thick monster as I wrapped them around it. I noticed a dampness between my legs as I caressed Weston's wonderful shaft and my thoughts turned to its other uses. "How am I going to fit this wonderful beast into my little cunny? I look so small down there!" I squeaked as I thought about having this monster impaling me. I couldn't deny the thought of having my pussy wrapped around it appealed to me, but I didn't know how it would fit. It was as if just touching him shoved all my objections away, I knew what I was here for, what I needed, and what I had to do and nothing else mattered. "Oh I think you'll stretch, Bambi, but you will be nice and tight for me, don't you worry about that." Weston groaned as I continued exploring his cock and balls with my dainty little fingers. "That's great! I bet my pussy will be real nice and tight for this big cock and I know how much I loved nice tight pussy!" I beamed as I thought about having my furrows plowed with this cock. I imagined that my panties were soaked by now and I was glad, it would make it all that much easier to fit him inside my comfy little cunt. "And now you are that tight little pussy, Bambi, and just for me." Weston laughed as I bent in to taste his cock. I didn't know why but it just looked so yummy I had to give it a try. I gave him a nice long lick with a little suckle on the end just like it was a big lollipop. It tasted a lot better than one though. "Mmm that tastes good, Wessy. I bet it takes even better after it's pussy dipped!" I prodded, hoping to get him interested in making immediate use of my tender little passage. It might be a tight fit, but I could hardly wait to try out my new little pussy. "I bet it would at that. Now, Bambi, I think we've established that you're not a man anymore, haven't we?" Weston asked. "I guess so, Wessy." I cooed as I tickled his balls with my fingers. I couldn't really deny it, anyone who looked at a cock with such reverence and had a nice tight little pussy couldn't really be a man. "Then, what does that make you my sweet little Bambi?" "A girl." I chimed, managing for the moment to keep myself from rattling of the rather long list of degrading names that could apply to a little girl like I now was. "Good enough for now, we'll work on your self image later. Now, why don't we have a good look at this girly body of yours?" Weston prodded and I understood immediately what he wanted. I shot to my feet, his wishes were more important than the cock dangling from his crotch. "What do you want to see?" I asked, knowing that I was looking up at him with the cutest doe eyed look. My hands were behind my back as I gently rocked back and forth on my heels like some shy little schoolgirl. Of course no shy little schoolgirl would be thrusting out her nearly naked young breasts for some strange older man to look at like I was right now. Weston just looked down at my amply displayed cleavage and smiled. "Whatever I want to, Bambi. You don't mind do you?" "Not really." I answered. It was so strange knowing that a man was leering at my chest and getting horny from it, but it felt oddly satisfying too. So I stood there and just let him look, while my own eyes took in the site of Weston's body. I felt so small just standing beneath him, and somehow he seemed manlier than I'd ever really noticed before. I felt a sudden rush of images run through my mind, thoughts of naked flesh and immense pleasure. Sexual fantasies weren't anything new to me, but the difference was that now I was the girl getting ravaged underneath a bulging hunk of a man and yet this switch just felt perfectly natural. "And you don't mind if I touch this lovely little body of yours do you?" He asked as he reached down and cupped one of my tender tits through my chemise. I let out a little sigh as I felt his fingers sink into my tender breasts and mold me in his hands. "Oh, no, Wes, I don't mind at all." I moaned as he played with me. I hoped he'd play even rougher with me than this. "In fact your big strong hand feels really good right now!" "I knew you'd like it, Bambi." He said as he reached down and began playing with my other tit. I just thrust my chest out as far as I could and let him enjoy himself. A flicker of thought told me I shouldn't be enjoying such degrading treatment, but I really didn't care. "Oh, god that's nice." I cooed as he kneaded my tender orbs and I got a twisted idea. "Would you please pinch my nipples? You've got them all nice and hard and I want to know how it feels to get them pinched by such strong fingers." "Of course, Bambi." Weston smiled as he reached up to the top of my breasts and placed my hardened little nipples between his fingers. I looked up to his eyes and shivered with anticipation. Then I moaned as he pinched those tender little nubs on my boobies. He held them for a moment then went back to fondling me. "Did you enjoy that?" He asked as he rolled my tender flesh around. "Oh yeah, that was great!" I moaned, hardly believing just how good it did feel. I was quickly realizing just how pleasurable this little body of mine was, and how much fun could be had with it. I knew a lot of it would be with Weston, but somehow I was finding that more appealing than revolting. In fact I was getting ready to move our little session along to the big prize. "Would you like to see my boobies?" I asked with a conspiratorial little whisper, like it was something naughty that he shouldn't get to do. Of course he still had his hands firmly molding my tender boobies, but that didn't really matter, it wasn't the same thing. Getting fondled and getting naked just weren't on the same scale. "Of course, Bambi, I'd love to." Weston replied in the same whispered tone. He pulled his hands away so I could follow through with my offer. "Great!" I squealed, grabbing onto my chemise and pulling it over my head with a rapid swish. With the same speed I reached up, unhooked my bra, and let the lacy garment slip from my shoulders. Then I thrust out my chest again, now naked except for my soaked little thong panties. I could feel my nipples harden as I stood nearly naked for the first time as a women in front of a man. I was proud of the two mounds rising proudly from my chest and just loved how perky and round they were. There wasn't any doubt that they were just perfect boobies. "Aren't these just great titties? Nice and round with just the most darling little nippies! I bet they look just great for sucking don't they, Wessy? And I love how they jiggle!" I coed as I twisted my chest for him, watching and feeling my breasts quiver wonderfully. "Oh yes, Bambi, they are perfect, and I'm so glad you like them. You do know that they're made just so a man has something to hold onto while he fucks a girl don't you?" Weston teased. I knew it wasn't entirely true, but the images that filled my head at the notion rippled enticingly through me. "I bet they'll be great for that!" I replied. Then I felt like it was time for the next step and I brought my voice down to a whisper again. "Do you want to see my little cunny now? I know a good girl doesn?t show off her cunny but I won't tell anyone if you want to look." "I think I do, Bambi, why don't you get up on the bed so I can get a good look." Weston suggested. "Okay." I squealed with excitement as I raced over to the bed, enjoying how my boobies bounced with every step. I flopped onto the bed, rolled onto my back, propped myself up by the elbows, and looked up at Weston as I saw him undressing. This was going to get really exciting I thought with a quiver. "Do you want to do the honors?" I asked, spreading my legs just a bit so he could see what I was offering up. It only seemed proper to offer him this chance to complete my undressing and reveal my most important passage. I couldn't really figure out why, but it just seamed right somehow. "No please, Bambi, I want to see you reveal your new pussy to the world yourself." Weston replied, standing at the foot of the bed and taking in my nearly naked body. I nodded and smiled back at him, reaching down to the waistband of my panties and pulling the down my thighs. I fell onto my back and pulled the lacy little garment off over my toes then held them up for Weston to see. "Just look at how wet my panties are! I didn't know pussies could get so wet and this is all from my little cunny! I guess a girl just can't help herself when she sees a nice big cock like yours, Wessy!" I spread my legs out as far as I could and glanced between my legs before I looked back up at Weston. He was now completely naked, and I could just feel my little pussy quivering with anticipation. I could see my little lips sparkling with my arousal too and couldn't help but tell Weston how I felt. "Oh, god honey, look at what you?re doing to me. You just look like such a fuckable hunk with that nice big cock and I'm just turning to mush. My nipples are all hard and my little cunny is just dripping! I can feel that tight little hole between my legs just aching to be filled, you big stud! I bet you can see my cunny flowering just for you, can you believe it? I was a man just hours ago, but now I can't wait to see just how we're going to get that nice thick cock of yours up inside my girlish little cunny. I know I can stretch, but you still look real big to me, Wessy and my little cunny is so small. I bet we'll have lots of fun getting you to fit!" I don't know if my little speech floored him for a moment or what, but Weston just stood there looking at me with an awed look in his eyes as I squirmed before him. I hoped he wouldn't take long to collect himself. I was really feeling the need for a fucking. "Oh, Bambi, you are just a wonderful little slut." He smiled. I watched as he kneeled onto the bed and crawled over my seething body. I was nearly delirious with lust now, having this awesome hunk of a man hovering over me, with part of him hovering ever closer to my tender and eager nether lips. I looked up and sighed, feeling completely natural like this, completely naked beneath a man, with my legs lewdly spread, waiting for him to claim me as only a man could. "Thank you, Wessy, that's so sweet of you." I cooed and then lifted my head up to kiss him. I'd never imagined kissing a man before, but it seemed just perfect having our lips touch and I just melted when he slipped me some tongue. "You do realize you're a real virgin now, don't you? All pure and innocent until I sink into you." Weston smiled, looking straight into my eyes. "Wow!" I gasped, hardly believing that the precious little cunt between my legs was truly prized virgin flesh. I mean sure I'd never slept with a man before, I hadn't even been a woman yesterday, but the notion that I was about to give this man my virginity was just shocking somehow. It didn't change anything, except perhaps to add a bit more spice to the whole thing. "That's great, honey! I mean, I have this great virgin cunny just for you! Oh god, Wes, please make this little girl into a woman!" I rattled. My need was just about overwhelming me and I just had to feel him inside me. "Okay, Bambi, since you?re so small lets get in a better position for this." Weston said. I wondered what he meant as He got up and stood of to the edge of the bed again. Without warning, he grabbed onto my feet and pulled me to him, bringing my sopping little cunny right to the edge of the bed and right in front of his thick shaft. "Now, sit up, Bambi, so you can watch me make you a woman." Weston said as he rested his cock lengthwise against my slit. I humped him a little, marveling at this foreign touch against my sweet little pussy. I propped myself up again, looked between my legs, and just marveled at the thought I could fit such a huge cock inside me. "Okay, honey, let?s stuff my little cunny full of that studly cock of yours!" I prodded. I was quivering with anticipation, as I felt my lower lips parting against the edge of his shaft as I humped him. I figured this would help lube him up for the big job as I felt his cock get nice and slick with my juices. Weston pulled back a little and started rubbing the knob of his cock into my slit. I fought against the urge to hump back against him not wanting to slow his progress even as he was stirring the broiling lust inside me. "Oh god, honey that's so sexy! I can feel you parting my little cunny lips. Oh god that's so unreal!" I squealed. My hyper aroused little body was just rocking with excitement and his probing was just amazing in a strange and sexy way. I wondered for a moment if this was what every girl's first time was like, wracked with feelings and sensations beyond control or anticipation. "And you're nice and wet for me too, Bambi." Weston smiled as he rubbed his knob into my juice filled crack. "I'm just a horny little girl getting ready to take her first cock, honey! Oh, that's nice, rub me there again!" I moaned as he ran his cock over my little nub. He complied with my request and I moaned again at the wonderful touch. He probed me for a little bit more, I think he enjoyed watching me squirm. I didn't mind, just so long as he got around to fucking me properly and soon. He didn't make me wait long. I felt him press into me a bit harder as he probed and I moaned as I felt his knob slip even deeper inside me a moment later and I felt myself stretching to accept him. "Okay, Bambi, look down now." Weston prompted and I did. The sight before me was just stunning as were the sensations flowing from my little cunny. "Oh, that's so cute! It looks just like my little cunny is kissing your cock, honey! It feels so good too, oh god, Wes, this is amazing. I wish I had a picture of this!" I squealed as I looked between my legs. I couldn't believe how darling my little cunt lips looked just barely speared with a cock. I was glad he'd given me a bald pussy just so it would look this good getting fucked. "Don't worry, Bambi, I've got the best cameramen I could find recording every moment of this." Weston replied. "Oh thank you, honey, I know I'll want to watch my little cunny kissing its first big shaft over and over!" I cooed, amazed that I'd be able to watch my deflowering as many times as I wanted to. The thought that there were other men watching me being fuck didn't even bother me, in truth it was something of a turn on. Then I felt him push again and watched in awe as his knob disappeared inside me and my little cunt lips spread even tighter around his cock as I felt my pussy stretching to accept him. I moaned again and couldn't help but hump against him a little. My little cunny was just lighting off with the most wonderfully full feeling, and I could hardly wait to have his entire length inside me. He pressed forward again and I squealed at a sharp pain between my legs. It took me a moment to realize what it was. "Oh, god, Wes, that's my cherry! This is so cool! Fuck me, Wes, claim this little virgin pussy!" "Are you sure, Bambi? There's no going back after I take your cherry." Weston asked while he humped himself against me gentle. I could feel his knob gently knocking at the gateway of my womanhood and I took the moment to soak up the feeling coming from my pussy. Even just the head of his mighty shaft inside me was splitting me open wonderfully, and I could hardly wait to feel him inside my up to his balls. "Yes, Wes, make me a woman!" I grunted and pressed my hips up to greet his light thrust. Something inside me tore and I screeched. It took me a moment to realize I'd just given him my virginity and I smiled even as I held myself together against the sudden pain. "Are you okay, Bambi?" He asked. I looked up, noticing the tears running down my cheeks and I actually thought I saw real concern in his eyes. "Yeah, Wes, it just hurts a little and you are pretty big for my little cunny after all." I smiled weakly. I knew I'd adjust shortly. I'd made more than a couple girls into women before, and you just had to let them get used to it for a minute before getting into the real fun. So know I was on the receiving end, and even against the pain, I could hardly wait to feel what was going to come next. As Weston rested inside me he reached up, cupped one of my titties, and started playing with it. I cooed at his touch and smiled, feeling my juices starting to flow again inside me. He started pinching my nipple and I couldn't help but moan in appreciation. It was mere moments before I felt myself try to hump into his big cock again. "Mmm, honey that's wonderful, you know just how to get a girl ready for more." I moaned, eager to continue what we'd started. "Really?" Weston smiled and I felt him start humping into me again. I moaned as I felt myself slowly parting for him. I was real tight, I knew and I felt like I was being almost torn apart by his big cock as he hammered deeper and deeper into me. I looked down between my legs and watched with awe as his veined monster slowly sank deeper into me, pounding to the very core of my being. "Oh yeah, you are such a stud!" I moaned as he slipped even deeper in. I looked between my legs and smiled. "Oh, Wes you're half way there and my tight cunny can feel every bump on that nice big shaft of yours!" "Just as I intended, Bambi, and you love it don't you?" Weston grunted as he kept up his gentle hammering. "Oh god yes! It feels so awesome having you stretch me open like this! I can't believe I'm really taking this big cock inside me!" I squealed as he gave me a hard little thrust and I felt another half inch of his shaft plow into me. Weston smiled again at that and he started humping me even harder. I lost my voice to the moans escaping my lips as he parted the rest of my pussy, to my very depths. He kept pounding away with glorious little thrusts and I let myself get washed away in the sensation of having my pussy split so perfectly open. Then I felt something slap between my legs and realized we'd finally done it. I was truly a woman now, with my tight little pussy wrapped all the way around his nice hard cock. I savored the feeling of being so fully impaled. I would never have imagined something like this, lying on my back with a wonderfully hung man impaling me to the depths of my woman hood. "Oh, Wessy, we did it! We stuffed that whole big cock of yours inside my tight little virgin pussy! I can't believe it!" I squealed, unbelievably proud at my accomplishment. I reached down between my legs to rub my taught little pussy lips as they kissed their first cock to confirm the amazing deed. Then I noticed a bulge coming up from my mound to my lower belly and rubbed it gently. "God that's unreal! You're really stretching my little cunny out, you big stud!" "So you like this then, my little, Bambi?" Weston asked as he bent down and started playing with both my ripe melons. "I love it, honey! How could I not love having a nice big stud of a man stretching my little pussy while his big strong hands played with my cute little titties?" I moaned as I let myself wash away in the sensation pouring from my body. Every inch of my flesh was engulfed in passion and everywhere Weston touched me, sparks flew. I had never felt anything like this in my entire life, and I couldn't even imagine myself fighting any of the feelings coursing through me. "I'm so glad you like being a pussy, Bambi, we're going to have lots of fun in the days ahead." Weston laughed. He kept at playing with me as I quivered around his thick pole. It was wonderful being so fully impaled, but as he continued to enjoy my sumptuous curves, I felt a new itch growing inside me. I started to squirm around his hardness and giggled as I felt his shaft twitching within me. I loved the thought that it was my stunning body and tight little pussy that had gotten him hard and had his cock twitching for more. The only bad thing was, I needed more. "Oh, let's have fun now, stud! You still haven't given this tight little virgin slut her fucking yet." I teased, doing my best to squeeze my pussy on his cock. "So you want to be pounded just like a slut, huh Bambi?" Weston asked as he started pulling his cock back. I moaned at the sudden feeling of my pussy closing up as his shaft retreated. He kept pulling back until he was at the gates of my pussy and I was delirious with lust. "Oh, god, Wes, give it to me! My pussy's so empty! Stretch me out again with that monster of yours!" I cried as I tried to hump against the nub of his cock, trying to get more of that wonderful thickness back inside me where it belonged. After being stretched so wide, it was agonizing to be empty again. "Okay, my little Bambi, here it comes." He laughed and thrust into me. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as his knob plowed all the way to the end of my channel in one long thrust. I was so wet that the only thing that slowed him down was the speed of his own hips. I felt his sack smack between my legs again and I cried out in satisfaction. "Oh, god, fuck me just like that, Weston!" I moaned savoring that wonderful fullness with his cock inside me. "Do you miss your cock, Bambi, do you miss being able to pump your own shaft into a pretty little girl like I'm doing to you right now?" Weston asked as he started pumping into me with long and determined strokes. His question barely registered as I writhed under his wonderful shaft. I could hardly believe he could ask a question like that while I was getting the best fuck of my life. "Oh, Wes, I've got all the cock I need fucking my tight little cunny right now!" I groaned as he plowed into me again, parting the way inside me with his bulbous knob. How could I not love this? "Then you like this new pussy of yours, hmm?" Weston smiled as he gave me a wonderful round of short hard thrusts. My arms gave way and I fell onto my back as he pounded into me. "Oh, yes! My little cunny is just wonderful, honey, especially when you fuck me like that! Oh, god, Weston, fuck your little Bambi!" I moaned, completely awash in the sensations of coupling with this well-hung stud. Nothing had ever been this could, and I couldn't consider going back. Weston started pounding into me again and I just fell back and savored the sensations from my pussy as he rammed into me. I was writhing in pleasure beneath every thrust and simply marveled at the feeling of my titties bouncing on my chest with every thrust. I found myself wrapped in a veil of disbelief at the whole scene. I was a woman, on my back and wrapping my legs around the waist of a man who was ravishing me completely while I savored every thrust into my own tight pussy. The very idea that I had once ravished women with my own cock seamed wholly absurd as I felt Weston sinking into me with his huge cock. Yet I could remember having enjoyed many a feminine charm in the past. It was all impossibly disjointed, and all the while, the wonderful stud in my cunny was bringing me to an even more wonderful place. "Oh, god, fuck me, Weston! Oh this is so good!" I moaned as locked my legs around him and his wonderful cock. I kneaded the flesh of my titties as he thrust into me, and I pinched my nipples every time the tip of his cock tickled the depths of my little cunny. I don't know how long we stayed like that, simply pounding against each other, but every moment was pure ecstasy. I never wanted it to end, and all the while I felt a powerful force building up inside me with his every thrust. Weston was driving me wild now, and I thrashed around his pounding cock, completely engulfed by my own burning passions. This was all so overwhelming, I'd never been prepared for anything this good, and I felt like a dam inside me was about to burst. "I'm cumming, Weston! Oh, my goooooOODD!!" I screamed as I felt everything wash away under a torrent of all consuming pleasure. Every inch of my body was alive and every sensation only echoed in sexual energy. I could hear my new feminine voice screaming out in release, perfectly echoing the feelings racing through me. I could feel Weston continue to thrust into me as I drifted back down from my heights and returned his smile. Of course I imagine I had a very dopey looking smile given the wonderful fog of pleasure that was still flowing inside me. We simply looked into the other's eyes for a moment then Weston began humping me even harder into my pussy. My super sensitive flesh flared with his every move and I could only moan in satisfaction at the sensations. "Get ready for it, Bambi, I'm about to make you a true woman." He grunted as he grabbed my hips roughly and seated his cock in me as fully as he could. Then I felt the most amazing sensation I'd every felt. My little cunny was still tightly stretched around Weston's glorious cock, and I swore I could feel every bump on its entire length. Now as he impaled me fully, I felt bulge travel up the length of his cock and I moaned a warm blast struck me in the depths of my pussy. I realized suddenly that he was spraying me full of his seed and I quickly lost count of the wonderful blasts of semen inside me. The feeling of his warm seed filling my depths seemed like the perfect end to such a wonderful fuck. We lay there for another moment, silently basking in the sensations of our coupling while he slowly began to soften within me. This was another strange feeling, so have the shaft that had so fully spread my pussy simply shrink away inside me. As his shaft deflated I could feel his seed begin to trickle down my passage, a wonderfully odd sensation all by itself. "Oh, Wes, that was amazing!" I cooed. "Especially when you shot me full of your seed! That was so cool feeling your cock pulsing inside me and those warm blasts right into the bottom of my cunny." "You do realize, my little trollop that you can get pregnant now, if I desire it." Weston smiled as he ran his strong hands over my smooth thighs. "I don't care, you big stud! It was still neat feeling a big cock pulsing inside my tight little cunny pumping out baby juice! Besides, you don't want a big fat pregnant girl to fuck when you can have sexy little me, do you?" I giggled. Somehow even the notion that I could get pregnant didn't really bother me that much. If that was what Weston wanted, I don't think I could have found it in my heart to object. "We'll, see, Bambi." Weston smiled and pulled his withered cock out of me with a slurp. I looked down at his soft tool as it shimmered with my juices. It amazed me that such a humble looking little thing had just ravished my new body. "Oh, honey, let me get that." I cooed and jumped off the bed and sank to my knees at his feet. I couldn't explain it but I just had to clean off his cock. It wasn't right for him to have to do it himself when he had a perfectly good woman around to do it. I bent down and savored the smell of his musk and mine wafting from his crotch. It was a wonderfully alluring smell, I licked my lips, and bent in to have my first taste of pussy dipped cock. I wrapped my mouth around him and easily took in his entire length. The taste was unbelievable, I'd enjoyed the best foods money could buy but none of it could compare to this. I quickly sucked and licked every drop of our wonderful juices from him, savoring every bit of it. Then I felt him start to get hard again in my mouth as I continued to lick, and my thoughts turned to getting him ready for another round of fucking. "You are such a good little slut, Bambi." Weston moaned as I diligently brought him back to full strength. My mouth was bulging now with his erect cock and I could hardly wait to get it back in my pussy. I sucked a bit longer then pulled back, reluctant to pull that big tasty cock from my mouth but I had to make my next request. "Do you want to fuck me again, honey?" I cooed as I tickled his balls to keep him nice and hard for me. After all this I doubted he was going to refuse me, but a girl never knows. "What did you have in mind, my little slut?" Weston asked. I realized he was going to let me pick how to be degraded next, as if being a woman and being fucked was somehow a degrading experience! I was still shivering with the pleasure I'd felt from our last round and there was no way I would think that this was degrading. "How about this?" I squealed as I hopped up onto the bed and got on my hands and knees with my ass pointed at Weston. I spread my legs a bit and lifted my ass until my hot little pussy was on perfect display for him, ready to be mounted. "I always liked fucking doggy style! Now I get to be the girl squealing with her titties bouncing and a nice big stud mounting her!" This was one of my favorite positions too, not that I got to enjoy it much. Most women don't go for it, and I even ended up divorced because I insisted once to often. I suppose there were other problems but it didn't really matter now. I realized that all of my old sexual desires were still in place, just that I was now the woman in the pairing instead of the man. At least I wasn't into bondage I smiled to myself, not even wanting to consider that I could right now be wanting to get tied up and whipped or something. "I'm glad you had an interest in more than just missionary sex, Bambi. We will have to explore the rest of you're preferences soon, but I think we can indulge a little puppy play." Weston laughed as I felt him get into the bed. I was quaking with anticipation now, both at getting that big cock in me again and getting a nice doggy fucking. Weston didn't even say anything as he pulled up behind me and started rubbing his cock into my pussy. There wasn't any resistance, and I felt him part my lips and sink into my pussy almost instantly. Thankfully he didn't waste any time and I felt him plow his whole length into me and immediately started fucking himself into my tight little pussy just perfectly. It was everything I could have hoped for, my titties were bouncing and my cunny was being split open with every extraordinary thrust. This wasn't the time to talk, animals didn't talk, they mated and right now that was all I wanting to be, a female rutting with a male and that was enough. *** I woke up with a terrible pounding in my head. I still had the fleeting wisps of already forgotten dreams still rattling me. And on top of it all, I felt terribly strange all over. I realized that I was naked as I felt sheets pressing against my skin. That wasn't normal either, I never slept in the nude. I moved to find the covers and felt something shift on my chest and I look down to see two breasts hanging from my chest. I simply stared down, hardly believing what I was seeing. A moment later everything came flooding back to me, the transformation I'd suffered and the way Weston had used me. If I wasn't seeing my own girlish body I don't think I could have believed it. I was shocked motionless as my memories continued to replay through my head. I'd given myself to him, degraded myself for him, all at my choice. I didn't want to think about what had came over me to get me to act that way. It was bad enough being in this body. I didn't want to consider how much worse it could get. Then I felt a hand slide over my side and grab onto one of my breasts and gently squeeze. "Finally awake I see, little Bambi." "Get your hand off me!" I snapped even as I instinctively pressed my breast into his hand. I wanted to move away or push him away, but I couldn't bring myself to move away from his touch. Instead I merely cooed as he pinched one of my already hardened nipples. "I see your spirit has returned. That's wonderful, Bambi. Now why don't you hop on my lap and we can discuss your new life while we enjoy the morning, hmm?" Weston asked. I stayed put for a moment, determined not to give him the satisfaction. Still, it couldn't be too bad, I thought. I'd already done so much yesterday and it had felt so good. I tried to bite back at these subversive thoughts but it was a loosing battle. His big cock had felt amazing in my new pussy and here he was giving me another chance to feel it. I threw back the sheets and rolled to face him. I couldn't believe it, but when I looked between his legs I actually felt myself getting hot at what I saw. I pressed my hand against his shoulder so he would lie on his back and I watched as he rolled so his tool actually rose into the air. My cunny was dripping now and I could feel it getting ready to take this huge cock as I straddled his waist. My screams to stop died in my head as I reached between my legs to grab onto his member. I couldn't control myself, I just had to have his cock splitting open my pussy again. I quickly started to rub its head against my folds to find the entrance to my passage and lubricate his girth with my plentiful juices. A feminine sigh crossed my lips as I found the mark and felt him pop into the gates of my passage. Then with a long smooth motion I sank my hips onto him, impaling myself on his glorious cock. Finally I breathed a deep sigh as I felt my nether lips press into the base of his shaft. "What have you done to me?" I asked as I gently rippled my pussy on his shaft, driven by the knowledge that he would love the feeling on that nice big cock of his almost as much as I was enjoying having him inside me. I also bent down a little so he could get to my titties better and play with my hard little nipples. Even as I did all of this I knew it was wrong, that I didn't want to, but I was driven to it by a need I couldn't understand. "I told you yesterday, Bambi. You wouldn't work with me, so I had to make sure you would not be a threat." Weston smiled and grabbed onto both of my ripe melons. I moaned as he started to play with them, but I still made sure to keep gently squeezing his shaft. "But why this? You could have just killed me, you didn't have to make me into this!" I cried. Unlike yesterday I felt so much more together, even against the urges running through me. Still, I pulled my hands over his and helped him to squeeze my boobies with his big strong hands. "Simply, I enjoy it." Weston laughed. "What's more, I had to test my new genetic resequencer and mental conditioner on someone, and you seemed a ready subject. Just think, Bambi, this is the first day of the rest of your life as my new assistant and mistress. If you don't fight your conditioning, you may even come to enjoy this existence." I didn't want to consider how right he probably was. I was already melting at the presence of his huge cock inside me and his wonderful masculine hands on my tits. I realized just how feminized my thoughts had become, it wasn't just Weston I found a sexual desire for, but nearly any man I could remember. My memories weren't changed, but I looked at the differently. The girls and women I could remember fawning over and loving barely stirred my heart, but the men in my life could stoke fires within me. "I'm a man! Not some bimbo!" I cried out in my sweet school girl voice. I shuddered at how horrible that sounded, how truly pathetic, but I was combating the growing passions and surging desperation in me at somehow I couldn't find the inner strength I'd had before to fight it. "Oh, Bambi, you'll get used to it. You can't control your urges, and I know you can enjoy them. You will even get to enjoy the trappings of being next to the most powerful man on this planet as I gain control. You will always be mine, dear, and you will enjoy it regardless." Weston stated as he twisted his fingers around and pinched my tensed nipples. I moaned for a moment enjoying the sweet sensation before I regained what little composure I could for a girl who was rippling her tight pussy on a man. This was still an unreal experience being impaled on a man's shaft. I could remember yesterday and all that had happened, but it didn't wash away anything from this experience. "Why did I let you yesterday?" I groaned as I felt him twitch inside me, fighting against the strange sense of satisfaction that tried to race through me. The insidious depth of my conditioning was sinking in, I didn't just want sex, I wanted to be an enjoyable fuck for him, I needed to be his submissive little sex toy. My resistance was all conscious. I had to think about it, actively fight it, but my instincts were all wrong. I needed to please, to be used, and every time I was what he wanted me to be I felt that surge of satisfaction and pleasure. This scared me, I didn't know just how long I could hold out like this, with my own mind working for him. "You hadn't yet recovered from your conditioning, Bambi. Your brain was still overwhelmed with the programming you had to be subjected to and it ruled you completely. Of course now that you've rested you've recovered most of you identity, save the necessary changes to sexuality and such. How you'll accommodate your new role is up to you, I know you won't refuse my desires so I don't care how you deal with it." Weston laughed and started kneading my boobies again. I shuddered at the names my own thoughts used to refer to my breasts. I certainly hadn't been conditioned to be a refined woman, that was certain. In fact, I knew I was nothing but a teen nympho, at least as appearances and behavior went. Yet even as this deeply bothered me, part of me reveled at the fact that I'd likely get to fuck a lot. Obviously, Weston had conditioned me well for his uses, and I wondered just how long I really could fight it. Even if I tried to escape, I knew I'd react the same way to any man who would give me an opening, hell I might even fight to make him give me the chance to be his slut. I shuddered at that thought, not being able to control myself in the real world would likely mean ending up in some brothel somewhere. Besides, I had no life, no identity as Bambi out there, nothing from which to build a new life. "But Bambi? That's so humiliating! It makes me sound like some kind of a bimbo." I cried as I started hump myself on him a little and wiggle my hips. I couldn't repress the satisfaction this time when he moaned his approval and gave me another wonderful nipple pinch. "This from a girl who is busy fucking me with her tight little cunt and who spent all of yesterday begging for more." Weston chuckled. "Personally I think it's very fitting, if not very original. Besides, you'll get used to it too." I simply looked away in shame, but I couldn't stop fucking him. It felt too good having his nice big cock moving inside me to even consider stopping. I started picking up my pace and humped him even harder. It was wonderful, I had to admit. Better than any sex I'd had as a man, and I felt an urgent need to feel him shoot his seed into my depths. The feeling of a cock spilling its juices into my depths was the most exotic thing I'd ever felt and I found myself craving it. "Oh, god, you bastard, you made me love this and every inch of your thick cock. I'll get you, Weston, somehow, I'll get you." I moaned as I squeezed my little pussy as hard as I could, hoping to draw his seed out. I was fucking him wildly now, desperate for another awesome female orgasm like I had enjoyed yesterday. If I was going to have this life, I was at least going to enjoy it. "Yes, you'll get me, Bambi, you'll get my nice hard cock filling you up whenever I feel like using your tight little pussy. And you'll always be tight, Bambi, no matter how many times you fuck this big hard cock you'll always be as tight as that first time." Weston boomed as he started thrusting back at my own thrusts. "Oh, god, Weston, cum in me! I need it, I need that baby juice pumping into me!" I cried as we humped together. I knew he was getting close, remembering his panting and grunting from every other time he'd filled me with his seed. We were rutting fiercely now, and I squeezed him as hard as I could with my cunny, knowing just how much he had to love that as he pistoned inside me. "Here it is, Bambi!" Weston cried out as he grabbed onto my hips hard and held me still on top of him with his huge cock impaled all the way inside me. "Oh, yeah!" I moaned as I felt his cock pulsing inside me. "Fill me up! Pump that wonderful juice inside me!" I just moaned even harder as he reached up and squeezed my tits again as he continued to pulse inside me. Then he squeezed my nipples and the whole world dissolved in an explosion of pleasure. I cried out again with my girlish new voice as I savored the ripples of energy flowing through me. I drifted back down slowly as his hands continued to knead my melons and I could feel his shaft just beginning to soften inside me. I reeled at what I'd just done, I'd just given myself to him completely. It didn't matter that I didn't want to, I couldn't help it. "God damn you!" I squealed, again upset at just how hard it was to get my anger across with this childish voice. "You're only upset because you enjoyed it, Bambi. Didn't you?" Weston taunted me, smiling as he played with my boobs. I wanted to strangle him so badly right then but I couldn't make my hands move to do it. Even in this weak little girl's body I knew I had enough raw anger to kill him, but it was cut short. "Yes." I