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Instant Bride
By Miriam Grey
I had been looking forward to this weekend. I hadn't had a chance to
relax in months and I'd planned to do nothing for two glorious days. Of
course, it didn't work quite the way it was supposed to do, but nothing
ever does, does it?
Firstly, I was intending to sleep until Saturday afternoon at the earliest but
the insistent ring of the doorbell ruined that. Glancing across I saw the
time emblazoned in red on my alarm clock. Shit, who calls at seven thirty
on a Saturday? Rolling over I pulled the covers around my head and tried
to get back to sleep. Whoever was at the door had obviously come across
this tactic before. The steady ring of the bell became a series of staccato
bursts, randomly timed for maximum effect. Had my doorbell always
been this loud?
Cursing, I crawled out from between the sheets and struggled into my
robe. After a minor issue with the sleeves I was tied, decent and ready to
give someone a hard time for ruining my sleep. I made through the
various strata of clothing and out onto the stairs before shuffling down to
the front door. A quick check in the hall mirror showed my face was still
creased from resting on the pillow but my hair wasn't too frightening,
there were a couple of tufts but it was mainly too short to get in a real
mess.
A quick glance through the spy-hole showed a wizened old man in a
uniform with a peaked cap. He was whistling along with the tune he was
playing on my doorbell through a gap in his teeth. I opened the front door
and reached out to grasp his hand before he could abuse my bell again.
?Good morning sir! I have a parcel for you? He gestured to a large box,
wrapped in brown paper, on my doorstep before thrusting a clipboard at
me ?Sign here please!? he said in a sing-song voice. The old man was
too chirpy for this time of the morning I had to sign the form to make
him leave. I walked out to look at the box while the old man strolled
down to the delivery van waiting at the end of my drive. I wasn't
expecting anything, certainly nothing that would fit in a box the size of a
large suitcase, but the label clearly showed my name and address. Being
careful not to expose myself I bent to pick up the box and carried it
through the front door, kicking it shut behind me, and into my living
room before setting it down in front of the couch.
I stared accusingly at the parcel but it sat there innocently. It wasn't
ticking, leaking or smelling so whatever was in the box could wait until I
was properly awake before being dealt with. I shuffled into the kitchen
and reheated some of last night's coffee before going back to look at the
parcel. I tore off the delivery notes and sank into the couch to read them.
Dear Sir,
You have been randomly selected to receive this free starter kit from
Instant Brides Incorporated. Your bride will look truly beautiful after
using our patented products. The dress mixes the latest style with
classical elegance and the enclosed 'honeymoon' kit will ensure your first
night together is truly memorable?
This was getting weird, I wasn't getting married, I hadn't even got a
girlfriend. My job took up too much of my time for anything like that. I
turned the page over and over in my hands looking for a return address
or a phone number but there was nothing. Wincing, I drank the last of
my coffee then knelt by the parcel to look for further clues, there was
nothing on the paper so I began to tear. Removing the paper revealed a
pastel pink wooden box with the lettering 'Mail Order Brides' embossed
in gold script. I lay the box down and fumbled with a pair of brass
catches on the longest edge. The catches sprang open and I lifted the lid.
Inside the box was separated into three compartments, two small squares
at the right hand side contained two further boxes, one white, with
'Preparation' in silver lettering, and one black with 'Honeymoon' in red.
The main portion of the box was taken up with layers of white crepe
paper, removing these I found a white dress carefully folded. I took the
dress and hung it on the lounge door, it really was very well made,
simple but elegant.
Diving further into the layers of crepe I uncovered a white satin corset
with six garters hanging from it, a pair of white silk stockings, white
shoes with ludicrous heels and, finally, a velvet covered case containing a
tiara and a pearl choker.
I chuckled to myself as I thought about the 'pearl necklace' and began
laying the clothes out across the floor. One section down, two to go and
still no phone number.
Next I pulled the white 'Preparation' box out and opened it. I was caught
by a sweet smell of perfume, inside the box were a number of bottles of
bubble bath, shampoo and false nails along with a small make up kit.
Obviously this was for the bride to use as she prepared for her big day.
Still, I was up nice and early, I had time for a bath didn't I? The company
owed me that much for wasting so much of my time.
Tucking the white box under my arm I strolled to the bathroom and set
the hot water running. I emptied the whole bottle of bubble bath into the
tub and watched as the foam began to build. It had a pinkish tint to it and
the smell was decidedly feminine but I was looking forward to a long
soak. As the foam turned from foothills to mountains I began to unpack
the rest of the products. It was only when I was halfway through that I
realised there was a second layer to the box. I pulled out the top tray and
was greeted by the sight of some kind of dead animal. My God, what
was this? Reaching out to touch its long black fur I realised my mistake,
it was a wig. I let out a long sigh of relief as I held it up for inspection.
The hair was long, silky and jet-black; it had a slightly oriental look to it
and I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have hair like that.
I flipped the wig over in my hands and bent forward as I placed it over
my own, slightly thinning, hair. Pulling and adjusting it I straightened up
to look in the mirror and saw, well, a bad eighties rock star. I was about
to take it off when I remembered the bath; dashing across the bathroom I
reached the taps just in time, the mounds of foam just at the point of
overflowing. The perfumed steam coming from the bath made me feel
giddy and I longed to soak in the pink tinged water.
I shrugged off my dressing gown and stepped in to the bath. The water
was just about bearable, the way I like it. I sat down and slowly sank into
the bubbles until my whole body was under the water. Surfacing to
breathe I brushed the water from my face and ran my hands through my
long black hair.
The wig, I'd forgotten to take it off! I searched around for the edge but all
my fingers could find was my own head, I pulled at the hair and was
rewarded with a sharp pain in my scalp. Somehow the wig had become
part of me. This was great, now I had thick hair again, I had been
insecure about my thinning hair for years. Sure, I had to do something
about the length but that's what barbers are for right? I reached out to
grab the shampoo and began to massage it into my scalp as my mind
drifted off into the haze of perfume and bubbles. I daydreamed about the
type of woman who had hair like this, I thought of her bent over her
lover, his hard shaft sliding between her lips, her hair draped over his
muscular body. The salty taste of his cum in my mouth?
I came back to reality with a splash, this bubble bath was a little too girly
for my liking. I ducked back under the water again to rinse my hair and
then climbed from the tub. As I stood dripping onto the bath towel I
shivered. Had I really been fantasising about giving a man a blowjob?
My question was answered by the painful erection jutting from my
crotch and echoed by a peculiar tingling in my nipples. They looked
bigger than usual but I put it down to the cold air on my wet skin.
As I dried myself I made a mental note to buy some softer towels, these
were so harsh they felt like sandpaper against my skin. A thought popped
into my head, I needed to moisturise but the only moisturiser in the
house had come from the bridal box. I took the bottle and read the
instructions.
?All over moisturiser and tan. Apply to entire body and massage in.?
That seemed simple enough, I emptied the bottle into my hands and
began to rub it into my legs. The cream disappeared quickly, leaving my
skin soft and darker than it had been. As I moved onto my arms I looked
into the mirror and saw the beautiful, coffee and cream colour of my
legs. Turning around I applied the tan to my back and neck before
rubbing it into my face and then my chest. When I reached my chest my
hands began to brush against my nipples, it felt so good. Like there was a
direct link between them and my cock. I kept massaging my nipples with
one hand as the other slowly rubbed the cream into my abdomen before
reaching my stiff member.
I began to stroke my hand up and down my shaft, all the while playing
with my nipples and staring at my smooth tanned skin in the mirror. My
cock was well lubricated with the moisturiser and my hand slipped easily
along its length. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror I began to
imagine a petite Thai girl, smiling as she jacked off a big hard cock. The
sensation in my nipples was getting stronger and I could feel them
tightening up, they were giving me more pleasure than I was getting
from my other hand so I allowed both to play. The Thai girl in my mind
was riding her lover's cock and pinching her nipples, she cupped her full
breasts and I felt her tight pussy spasm about the thick member that was
penetrating her. Right then I came, my cum sprayed across the mirror as
I let out a girlish moan.
I couldn't believe it, I had just made myself come by playing with my
nipples. It had to be something to do with all these girly products, I
wiped my cum from the mirror and started to pack them all away. These
things were dangerous. As I bent to close the lid of the box I noticed that
my chest felt strange. I took another look into the mirror and saw how
swollen my nipples had become. I had obviously damaged them when I
was playing with them as the area around them looked swollen too. Not
only that but I must have used too much fake tan as they were now
stained a dark brown colour.
I slipped on my robe, the rough cotton felt strange against my swollen
chest. I had to buy a silk robe as well the next time I was out. As I
walked back into the living room I felt odd, my perspective was off, my
house seemed a little bigger, either that or I was getting smaller. I needed
time to think so I slumped back onto the couch. I surveyed my living
room, the clothes that I had spread around and the large box sitting
smugly in the middle of the floor. My eyes were drawn to the black
honeymoon box, despite all the things that had happened my curiosity
got the better of me, I had to know what was inside it.
Taking the box and laying it next to me I hesitantly opened the lid. Inside
was a mass of leather and chrome, I couldn't make out what half these
things were. The first thing I pulled out was a collection of three metal
rings held together with white leather straps. Holding it up the nearest
analogy I could come up with was a thong of some type but how did it
work?
If I put my legs through the straps I could pull it up around my waist,
two of the straps went between my legs and attached to the back, lifting
and spreading my ass cheeks. From there it became obvious that my
cock was meant to go through the middle ring and, I guessed that my
balls were supposed to go through the other two. Fiddling around with
the first ring produced a small 'click' and it fell open, the others
responded similarly. Taking a deep breath I put my, now flaccid, cock
into the first ring and clipped the cool metal shut again, I applied the other
two to my balls and looked at the results.
I couldn't see how anyone would be able to get an erection in this thing.
How was it supposed to be useful on a honeymoon? This was stupid, I
fumbled with the ring around my cock trying to find the catch but it
wasn't there anymore, it was an unbroken band of steel! Panicking I tried
to release the other two but found they were exactly the same. I couldn't
believe what I'd just done, I had willingly strapped myself into this thing
and now I couldn't get it off again.
Maybe there was a key somewhere in the box, instructions, something to
get this off me. I delved in and my hand closed around something that
felt very familiar. Withdrawing it I saw I was holding a snow-white latex
dildo; it was at least twelve inches long and two inches thick. Hanging
from the base were another two white straps with tiny clasps at the ends.
I didn't even want to think about this and made to put it back when I felt
the bands around my balls tighten. I paused, did I just imagine that?
Again I tried to put the dildo down, this time it was definite, I winced as I
felt my balls being tightly squeezed. Obviously I wasn't meant to put this
thing down, an idea popped into my head then, wouldn't it be nice if
slipped it into my ass? I wasn't sure where that thought had come from,
it certainly wasn't one of mine.
I could use this lubricant that I held in my other hand couldn't I?
Staring in horror I saw my left hand held a tube of lubricant. I hadn't
picked that up, was I going mad? No, I couldn't let this happen, I tried to
drop the two back into the box but the pain in my balls came back worse
than before. I strained against it but the pain got worse, lights started to
flash in front of my eyes and I couldn't breathe. After what seemed like a
lifetime I gave up and lay back against the couch, breathing heavily, the
dildo and lubricant clutched to my chest. For now I would have to play
along, once this thing had got its wish I would go and get the biggest pair
of bolt-cutters I could find then I would burn all this junk.
I opened my eyes preparing myself to do the unthinkable but found my
own body was ahead of me, I was already greasing the head of the
monster cock. I got off the couch and squatted on the floor, if I held the
dildo below me with my right hand I could steady myself with my left.
Slowly I lowered myself down, I felt the cold greasy head as it pressed
against my puckered hole. I had to relax and let this beast in, if I fought it
would only be more painful. I dropped lower, the pressure increasing,
until, with a pop, the bulbous head slipped into me. That had to be the
worst part over with, the rest was just length but I felt every vein carved
into the solid latex as I inched ever lower. I had to keep stopping for
breath and gyrating my ass to keep it going but soon it was all inside me.
I felt so full down there I couldn't believe it, I reached for the two straps
and clipped them to my chastity belt. I knew what it was now, it was
designed to keep me pure until my honeymoon, nobody would be able to
get any pleasure from me until my husband set me free.
The sudden knowledge of what I had done sent a shiver down my spine
and caused my ass to contract around the giant intruder. I reached for my
dressing gown but a sharp warning from my groin told me I had better
think again about what I was going to be wearing today. I looked at the
bridal outfit I had laid out earlier and reached for the stockings. I bunched
one up and placed my toes into it, smoothing it up my leg I noticed how
soft they were, my legs weren't just moisturised, they were hairless! I
looked closer, my entire body was devoid of hair. Other than the hair on
my head and a small patch around my emasculated cock I was
completely bald. I had never had much hair but I was surprised that I had
failed to notice it had all gone. Then, with all the other things that had
happened today body hair didn't seem like a big thing. I finished rolling
the stockings up my legs and stood up, now I needed something to hold
them up, my eyes came to rest on the corset. I knew I had to put it on but
I made one last attempt at resistance. I turned to walk into the kitchen, I
had some pliers in there, maybe those would work. Instead I found
myself falling to the floor as my legs refused to work.
I was beaten, whatever happened now I had no choice but to go along
with it. With that realisation came a feeling of intense pleasure in my ass,
the dildo seemed to be moving, it was expanding and contracting and
pressing against my insides in a way that made me feel so good. My
penis struggled to become erect but the ring at its base meant that my
semi stiff cock flopped wildly around and I couldn't attain release.
In a daze I picked up the corset and slipped it around my waist. The
quarter cups were enormous, they stuck out a good six inches from my
chest and I wondered whether I would soon be filling them. As I
fastened the last clasp I felt the corset begin to tighten. All the air was
squeezed out of me as it gripped me tighter and tighter and the dildo
pumped harder and harder. I heard my ribs creaking as my torso was
reshaped to hourglass proportions. I had to breathe lightly now and it
made me dizzy, I sank to my knees as I felt my ass begin to swell. With
every increase in my ass I felt an increase in the pleasure the dildo was
giving me until I came again, my cum spraying onto the floor. My
cheeks were bulging now and where the straps of my chastity belt had
hung a little loosely they now stretched across the soft curves of my
girlish posterior.
As I began to regain my composure I clipped the silk stockings to the
garters hanging from the corset. Standing up I flexed my spine and felt
my big ass stick out behind me. I tried to look over my shoulders at it but
my long hair got in the way, I needed a mirror.
Back in the bathroom I stared at the changes that had been wrought on
my body. The stockings clung tightly to my now slender legs. My gaze
travelled upward to the chastity belt that imprisoned my sex, making it
useless. Pirouetting on my shrunken feet I stared over my shoulder at the
reflection of my ass in the mirror. It was huge and round, I would love to
fuck a girl with an ass like that but the dildo in my rear reminded me that
I was the one who was going to get fucked now. The corset didn't help
either, my white satin clad waist looked tiny in comparison to my new
ass.
I had been given lower body of a curvaceous she-male, ludicrous in
comparison to my chest and face. I had to get my body back, I had to
take off this shit and reclaim my life. I had to? to?to finish this. I let
my mind relax and take a back seat as my new body took over. I was no
longer in control as my hands reached for the white box, pulling out the
pack of false nails and delicately applying the hot-pink slivers to my to
my fingertips. Each time I put one on I saw my finger shrinking and
becoming more slender, soon I had eight dainty fingers and two dainty
thumbs on my feminine hands.
My right hand reached once more for the box while my left ran over my
smooth waist and up to my swollen nipples or, rather, my breasts. The
delicate pink nails of my left hand stroked my budding breasts, raking
lightly over my stiffening nipples. I was so caught up in the feeling that I
didn't see what was held in my right hand until it was too late. A sharp
pain in my right breast brought me out of my reverie and I looked down
in horror at the large silver ring hanging from my pert brown nipple. I
was just coming to terms with my new piercing when it was joined by
another on my left.
The second ring triggered another part of my transformation. My chest
began to ache as my small breasts started to grow, each breath I took
made them bigger and as they grew I felt the satin cups of my corset
begin to caress their underside. Soon I was filling those cups as though
they had been designed for me, which I realised they had. My breasts had
stopped growing at the size of melons, a 32-FF I thought to myself. My
tiny chest topped by two huge, absurdly round tits. They jiggled softly
whenever I moved and I could feel the rings swinging from my grape
sized nipples.
Once more my hands reached into the white box and began to work on
my face. A layer of foundation caused my skin to tighten and become
smooth. Blusher raised my cheekbones while the pink lipstick turned my
thin masculine mouth into a bee-stung pout ideal for sucking. Finally an
eyeliner pencil changed my eyes to a narrow almond shape. As my body
returned to my control I saw it was no longer mine, I had been replaced
with a busty oriental girl. I was to be a mail order bride, a plaything for a
rich man to do with as he pleased.
I had to finish wrapping his present. I giggled to myself, a girlish giggle
with a man's voice. Strange, I still had my own voice and, stretching my
neck, I saw my Adam's apple in the mirror. Maybe my husband would
find this a turn-on, I knew that I didn't but once again my body was
betraying me. Every step that I took my hips swayed one way as my
breasts swayed the other. It felt incredibly good, all the different parts of
me jiggling as I got closer to my fate and I found myself pointing the
way to my end with my own erection.
I took the wedding dress from its hanger and unzipped the back. I took a
deep breath and stepped in to my prison, wiggling my hips I pulled the
dress further up. The neck and chest were made of a sheer material that
became almost transparent when stretched across my curving bosom.
What I had taken for sleeves soon revealed themselves to be gloves with
slits at the fingertips, allowing my nails to poke through, and steel loops
at the wrists. As I reached to fasten the high collar around my neck I
heard the zip begin to rise. My hands fastened the buttons just as the rear
of my dress sealed itself. Shoes were next, I raised my skirts, the layers
of silk rustling as I stepped into the white stilettos. The towering heels
made me take small mincing steps to avoid falling and yet, even with the
lift they provided I still felt much shorter than I had been. If I had to
guess I would have said I was less than 5'6? with the heels on. God only
knows what that made me without them. I doubted whether I would be
over five feet tall, the perfect petite Asian bride? With a cock.
I knelt gracefully on the floor, arranging my skirts around me, as I
reached for the velvet case. The pearl choker slipped easily around my
neck but once fastened began to constrict, I gasped and heard my voice
slip up an octave my voice was changing. The choker gave one final
squeeze sealing my voice into a high-pitched squeak. Now I not only
looked like a bimbo I sounded like one too.
The last part of my transformation would be the tiara, my hands shook
with the weight of what I was about to do but I couldn't resist. I placed
the silver crescent on my head and felt it dig in, a flood of memories and
feelings rushed into my brain, my desire to please, to be submissive to
both men and women, to be humiliated. I knew that my name was Mei
Ling and that I was to be married today. My preparation was nearly
complete I only had to indicate my subservience to my husband and I
knew how to do it. The last item in the 'honeymoon' box was a penis
gag and I willingly swallowed it down, feeling the red rubber ball stretch
my plump lips as I buckled it tightly behind my head. My back was
arched and my breasts pressed against the front of my dress, the rings in
my nipples plain for all to see. With a click I fastened my wrists to the
buckle and waited, helpless, for my husband to claim me.
The End
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