Damsel in Distress
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Note from the author: I'll keep this short, as I myself am annoyed by
overly long prefaces. I wanted to show that I'm not a one-trick pony
with the furry TG stories I had submitted in the past. This story
itself started out intending to be a one shot, but along the line the
serialized approach seemed better. Anyways, writing in the first person
looking back style was a little problematic for me at times, and the
rushed approach I took to it kind of shows here and there. I decided to
upload this anyways, with all the loose threads and frayed edges
showing, because I still think this is a decent story. Hope you do too,
no reading this if you're under 18.
Damsel In Distress
Legally Copyrighted February 21st, 2004
By R.d. LePew
September 22nd
Well, I don't know exactly how to start this other than just coming out
and saying why I'm starting it. With the weather like it is down here,
and my still being a northern girl at heart, it's just plain old
miserable out there... especially in my current state. About a week ago
I told Daddy that I was staying inside all the time so that I could
start writing again, and he understood. He knows that I was also a
writer before... well before all this. After a week of just lying
around and pretending to write, I finally built up enough nerve to face
what's happened to me.
You see, I wasn't always a girl, let alone six months pregnant. What
Daddy did to me is just... well, it's as unspeakable as it is
wonderful. I know you're reading this on a fiction site, but I just
didn't know where else anyone would believe this. I... I'm rambling,
sorry. I'm going to try to keep this writing nice and neat and orderly,
hopefully that won't be a big problem, I still remember every single
event as if it was yesterday. I know it wasn't though, my male life
seems... it just seems so far away, unreal, like a movie or something.
Hopefully once I finish this I can just move on and forget all of that.
The day that led to my future life was a simple, normal, everyday
Thursday. I woke up 15 minutes late as usual, and made up the time by
skipping my morning shower as usual. After liberally applying some
deodorant to my pits and some Gold Bond powder downstairs (essential...
I remember it being like air conditioning), I quickly put on my shirt
and tie and took off for school.
I was a teacher. 12th grade English, to be specific. It was my first
year out of college and, obviously, this was my first year as an actual
teacher. I had two things working against me at that school. First off,
I was teaching Seniors, and most of them looked older than I did, and
second of all... I couldn't get past the whole party era that college
had been. These kids were nuts down here. Up in New York, the partying
usually calmed down a bit during the long long winters. Down here, it
was crazy the whole year through. Now please, I know what you're
probably thinking, but no. I never went to any of these parties when I
was a teacher. Ever. That was something you just don't do when you're
legally responsible for the protection of kids at the school you work
at.
What happened was this. I got a phone call from my department chair
during second period. Then a second call from her during third period.
The third call came 10 minutes later. I don't remember what the calls
were about, but I remember what I did. The third time the phone rang, I
picked it up shouted "STOP CALLING!" into it, and slammed it down. That
was it, no further incident that day. By the next day, I had forgotten
all about it.
My department chair sure didn't. The next morning she and the principal
were waiting for me in the employee mail room. They immediately called
me into an office, and after a 40 minute conference, they told me that
I was suspended for a week, and was sent home.
I apologize for glossing over the meeting itself, but I'm sure you
don't care about the blow by blow. It seemed as if they had amassed a
wall of misconduct that I had committed over the course of the entire
year. They played it off as if these things I had been doing wrong just
got to a point where they had to act... but all three of us knew it was
because I hung up on my department chair the day before.
The week I spent at home was torture. Every day I restlessly worked on
my apartment, and scratched together my resume in case my suspension
became something worse. On Saturday of the next week, that's exactly
what happened.
I had been sleeping late into the afternoon when I was awakened by a
pounding at my door. It was the mailman. He had a certified letter for
me, and even as I was signing for it, I knew it was bad. Sure enough,
upon reading the letter, I found that the review committee was
recommending my further suspension along with a termination of my
contract. Knowing that saving my job was hopeless; I balled up the
letter and tossed it out, resolving to resign on Monday morning, before
the board meeting took place. If I did this, then the whole incident
would stay off my record. Sure I'd be back at square one, but for some
reason the thought of packing up all of my belongings and heading back
up to Upstate New York didn't seem as frightening as being SOL down in
this converted swampland.
On Monday morning, first thing in the morning, I took my very simple
letter of resignation to the district office, and asked for a meeting
with Mr. Vogel, the man in charge of my case.
I still remember the conversation we had, word for word.
"Mr. Vogel," I started, "I lieu of continuing the investigation on me,
I think I have a solution that would be easier for both of us."
"Well Mr. Douglass," he said, "I have an idea of my own, but I'd like
to hear yours first."
I hesitated. He seemed way too calm and way too smug to be speaking in
purely professional terms. I placed my letter in front of him, facing
up, before I continued.
"Despite the fact that I would do anything to return to my classroom,
I..."
He cut me off right there, as if that's exactly what he had been
expecting to hear.
"Excellent, Mr. Douglass, most excellent! I believe I have just the
solution for us."
I was at a loss for words. This was supposed to be a simple, in and out
meeting. Hand over the letter and make my way back north later that
evening. That's it.
He continued, "We here at the district do have a use for you, even
though it may not be as an instructor, it will involve you going back
to the classroom."
He paused there, looking at me expectantly,
"Go on..." I said.
"As you are well aware, your youth has been a factor in the mistakes
that led to our current situation. However, with a little bit of work,
you can return to your school as a scout for us."
"A scout?"
"Precisely Mr. Douglass. We here at the district office feel it would
be of immense value if we were able to get a student's perspective of
our schools from someone with a professional training."
"But... wouldn't I be recognized?"
"Not at all Mr. Douglass, as I said, a little bit of work would be
required. Your first assignment would be to return to your former class
and report to us how your replacement is doing. I promise you that no
one will recognize you when it's time to send you back in there."
"I don't know... I..."
"I'll tell you what, Mr. Douglass. I have here what I presume to be
your letter of resignation. If you come back here tomorrow morning, at
9AM, I'll throw it out and we'll start your training process. If you
don't, I'll file and process it prior to the board meeting at 11. Sound
fair?"
I was still mostly at a loss, having been unsuccessful to get in a
complete sentence since the beginning of this encounter was started to
get to me. Silently, I nodded, and backed out of his office without
saying goodbye or even shaking his hand.
When I got home, I started drinking. Heavily. It was only 11 or so in
the morning when I got started, and by the time it started getting
dark, I was very well in the bag. I don't know when I passed out, or
what exactly I was doing when I did. All I remember is waking up on the
floor of my bedroom just as light was beginning to stream in through
the mini-blinds. I looked at the clock, and saw that it was just after
8. If I was going to accept the offer made to me the day before, I had
to move fast.
I was scared, looking back. I really did want to take up that offer,
because the idea of being completely unemployed and moving back home
seemed too shameful to me. This wasn't even taking into account the
college debt that would be following upon my heels. Still in the same
outfit as the day before, I got in my car and drove back to the
district office.
Mr. Vogel's door was open, so I let myself right in. Sitting across
from him was a 40 something looking man. He was plainish, the same sort
of type I had seen day in and day out in my colleagues. I started to
back out, thinking I was interrupting, but Mr. Vogel cheerfully called
me back in.
"Ahhh, Mr. Douglass, just the person we were hoping to see!" he said
cheerfully, "I'd like to introduce you to Tom Damsel, he'll be your new
superior."
Wordlessly, I shook the man's hand. I wasn't impressed by his
handshake, but that didn't matter, as he was already the one in the
position to judge. I made as if to sit down after shaking Damsel's
hand, but he quickly stood up, with Mr. Vogel following suit.
"I assume you're here to begin your new position, so let's not waste
any time. The sooner we get you ready, the sooner we can get you back
in the classroom."
I opened my mouth to ask what sort of "getting ready" I would have to
go through, but before I could form the first word, I felt a pinch in
my rump. Turning around, I saw Mr. Damsel placing an empty syringe on
Vogel's desk. Immediately, I felt dizzy. I stumbled, swayed, and took a
clumsy swing at one of the men, my vision was already too blurred to
determine which was which, and fell down. I fought to pull myself up,
but everything felt too heavy. Without being aware that I had given up,
I closed my eyes and drifted off into a drugged sleep.
I woke up in what appeared to be a hospital room. I was still a little
out of it from being put down the way I had been, but it had all the
sterile signatures of a hospital. The floor was green and tiled, as
were the walls. The room itself was small, but not overly so. And what
I appeared to be secured to was an examination table. After looking
around for a bit, I weakly let my head fall back, and saw that a mirror
was attached to the ceiling above me. Thinking this was strange, I
examined my own puzzled expression for the few moments, then squawked
as I realized I was completed naked. Moments later, the door to open
and someone entered.
It took me a few seconds to crane my neck enough to see who it was, but
finally the grinning face of Mr. Damsel came into my field of vision.
"Well," he said, "I see our sleeping beauty is awake. Time to begin
turning you into a true damsel in distress."
He chuckled at his own joke as I lay there confused. He briskly walked
over to me and gave me what I presumed to be my second injection.
"You FUCK!" I managed to spit out, "What the hell are you doing to me?"
He remained strangely calm, "Now now missy, you keep showing signs of
resistance and I'll have to give you a booster... the results of that
may get a little... unpleasant."
I heard him clearly, but neither understood nor cared. I continued to
unleash a torrent of profanity upon him, until a sharp abdominal cramp
cut my words short. Damsel grinned wider.
"I see your treatment is beginning to take effect, but I'm afraid
you've already convinced me to use this..." In his hand he held another
syringe. He must have prepared it while I was berating him, but it
didn't matter anymore, the pain in my stomach was just too great. In
comparison, the sting of the needle in my shoulder was a welcome
distraction.
Had my arms been free, I would have been holding my stomach in that
instinctual way we all do when we're in great pain. As it was, I
convulsed and bucked in my restraints as the Damsel looked down at me
with a predatory glint in his eyes. It felt as if my insides were
twisting and pulling into balloon animals. I looked up in the mirror,
expecting to see movement under the skin. Instead, Damsel leaned into
my field of vision, he grin impossibly stretched even wider as he
leaned down closer to my face.
"You'll be back in school by Monday, sweetie. On the other side of the
desk of course."
Even though all the pain, I wondered why he kept calling me sweetie. As
if in answer, Damsel reached down and cupped my testicles. I hadn't
been aware that they too were a major source of my abdominal pain until
his rough hand relieved some of the pressure. He soothingly patted my
tummy as he began to push them against me. The pain from my poor nuts
increased substantially, rapidly eclipsing the discomfort in my guts. I
screamed. That's all that it could be called, it wasn't a yell, or a
shout, or even a cry. I screamed, the timber in my voice seeming to go
up and up as the scream went on.
Finally, the pain subsided. Panting, I looked down to see Damsel
patting my now flat groin. He had pushed my testicles, scrotum and all
right up inside of me. There was a low grumbling sound from my innards,
and I rocked and moaned with a little more discomfort, but that's all
it was. No more twisting of my guts, or throbbing in my balls, it was
as if a very violent storm had passed. After a few moments of this
lapse, my eyes widened as my flaccid penis began to wilt away. It
shrank and shrank, seeming to collapse into itself, until only a tiny
little nub of pink flesh remained. I was out of screams. This horror
hadn't hurt, although my throat did quite a bit from all the shrieking.
Damsel leaned in again, "Just the eye of the storm, my dear. It's going
to get much worse, especially when that booster kicks in."
I mewled softly, looking up at him as I tried to catch my breath.
Finally, I opened my mouth. I think I was going to ask him why, or what
he meant, but I never got a chance to ask that question. It felt as if
a vice had clamped down around my head. Finding it within my once
again, I screamed once again. The pain was not of this world. Even as I
sit here, I'm breaking out in a sweat just trying to describe it. It
surrounded my entire head and face, even down into my neck. I don't
know how long it lasted, but when it did, it was sudden. All at once. I
lay there, panting again, eyes still closed as if I was expecting it to
happen again. Fortunately, it didn't. When I opened my eyes, I was
looking up into a very different face in the mirror.
First of all, everything was much smaller. My nose, my cheeks, my eyes,
even my forehead, everything was smaller, but in proportion it fit. My
head itself had become smaller and rounder. On top of my head were
messily splayed locks of blonde hair, and even though the mirror was
far away, I could tell that my eyes were now blue instead of green.
Seeing my new face, I finally got it. Even despite what had happened to
my genitals didn't drive it home, but seeing my new face, I got it. I
was becoming a girl, and a very pretty girl, judging from my facial
structure.
Damsel patted my head comfortingly, and surprisingly, I did take
comfort from it.
"That's my little girl," he cooed, "you're going to be quite beautiful
when this is done, you know. In fact, I think you'll be quite popular
at school."
I smiled. I didn't want to. I HATED this man for what he was doing to
me. But I smiled. When the next round of pain descended over my chest,
waist, and hips, I barely felt it. Instead, I smiled and cooed and
leaned my head into the comforting caresses of my Daddy's hand. I
didn't know why I so suddenly felt it appropriate to call this monster
my "Daddy". All that I know is that the first time just happened, and
that it felt right from that point on.
He shushed me when a little flicker of pain crossed over my beautiful
face, and whispered for me to watch what a pretty young lady I was
becoming. I did so, I wanted to be strong and make my Daddy proud. My
chest had puffed out a little bit, the nipples topping them already
much wider and rounder than what used to be on my chest. Still, not
much seemed to be changing there, instead, there was visible movement
in my waist and hips. What little bit of discomfort there was, was
easily washed away by the soothing strokes of my Daddy's hand. As I
watched, my hips flowered out into a very wide and womanly curve, as my
waist pulled in.
Daddy tutted softly, and said with a little bit of regret in his voice,
"This is just about where we would have stopped... if not for that
booster."
I was suddenly worried, because my Daddy was. In a fraction of a second
later, a tightness fell around my chest. It didn't hurt, but it
certainly felt... odd. My breasts, which to start were a modest size,
fitting to my now slimmer body, pushed out drastically. I breathed
deeply and evenly, still being comforted by Daddy, and looked down at
the soft, gently jiggling flesh grew so that I could no longer see over
them. I shifted my gaze to the mirror above me, and saw as the still
grew. Gravity was pulling them down and to the sides a bit, but they
were (and still are) quite firm, barely sagging despite their
incredible size. Finally, it stopped. I must admit, that I was a little
disappointed when they did. I wanted to be as attractive as a girl as I
could be; I wanted to make my Daddy proud. I looked at him, ready to
ask him to make me more beautiful, when I felt a warm tug between my
legs. My Daddy excitedly whispered that this was the final change, the
one that would make me who I am for the rest of my life, and I smiled.
As I watched in the mirror, the tug between my legs became a pull, then
an odd, slipping, sliding sensation. Between my legs, the ultimate
symbol of my femininity was blossoming. The tubes and channel had
formed inside of me, and now, like a flower, my pussy was blossoming.
When it was over, he untied me and held me. I felt very weak, and very
tired, and I must have slipped into a sleep the moment he cradled my
head in his arms.
Over the next few days, Daddy took me home and got me ready for school
the coming Monday. It kills me that my Daddy knew my tastes so well;
all of my skirts were scandalously short, and all of my tops
tantalizingly tight. Everything fit perfectly, right down to the
panties that seemed to hug and caress my every curve, and my 34 E size
bras. Daddy said that my topheavyness was thanks to the booster shot,
and that he was sorry... but I didn't care. I was beautiful the way I
was, and looking the way I did ensured that the boys would be flocking
towards me. I slipped into the role of being "Tiffany 'Tiff' Damsel"
with ease. By Sunday night, I was itching to go to school... I knew
that I was going to drive the boys wild. I thought that if I played
things right, I would be able to turn that school upside down.
My first day of school was something special. Daddy surprised me in the
morning with my new car, it was sooo cute! I could tell that he was a
wealthy man just from the week of living with him. Everything was just
so nice and so perfect in our house, and you have to be rich to have a
live-in maid, right? Anyways, I was so excited when I saw my car that
morning. It was a Mini Cooper, and the paint job was bright pink! I
don't know much about cars, but I was pretty sure that wasn't a
standard color. That's the thing about Daddy; he always spoils his
little girl.
One thing about that car was that whenever I got in or out of it, my
skirt would ride disgracefully high up on my thigh. I personally loved
the feeling of whatever soft, silky material I happened to be wearing
slide up over my full, smooth thigh, but I had a reputation to build
and protect.
I suppose that once and awhile I could have worn pants or ever a longer
skirt. But, to me, that just didn't feel right. It still doesn't, even
though I'm all bloated with my child, I feel like I NEED to wear these
short skirts and tight, tummy revealing tops. I suppose I look kinda
silly at this point... but I still catch guys giving me an appreciative
eye when I do venture out.
I got to school early like I was supposed to, and got my new schedule
from the office. I already knew where everything was on campus, but
Daddy had told me to ask for a map, so I did. With that done, I had a
good 15 minutes or so to kill before the first bell, so I went out into
the quad to pass the time. God, the way the boys would just stop
themselves in middle of saying something to someone was so funny. In
fact, the attention I got was quite exciting to me. I slowly made my
way to a stone bench, pretending not to notice the stares I was
getting, and sat down. I of course made a token attempt to hold my
skirt down as I sat down, but it was just for show. The cool, smooth
surface came into contact with the bottom of my rear and my upper
thighs, and I had to fight to suppress a moan. I was Soooo horny, and
it wasn't even first period yet!
Boys are funny how basic and primal they can be, and this was the first
time I noticed it. A few groups inched closer, pretending not to do so,
and a few lone boys walked by a few times. I was sure to make eye
contact and smile each time one of these guys worked up the courage to
offer a smile to me, even if the guy was kinda ugly. Not a full five
minutes had gone by before I was surround my boys asking me questions,
what was my name, where was I from, what classes did I have and so on.
Daddy had prepared me with the answers to these questions, and I
delivered my lines with ease.
It seemed like seconds, but suddenly the bell rang and we all parted
ways to our first class. One of the better looking guys, Steven, had
the same first period class as me, so we walked together. I could tell
that he kept sneaking peaks at my cleavage as we walked, but I let him.
To be honest, the stark, shameless leers made me a little hot. Well,
hotter after so quickly surrounded by flirty guys. The class itself was
boring as hell. I already knew this stuff, so I passed the time by
doing little things to catch the attention of people in the class.
Stuff like dropping my pen and bending way over the pick it up,
uncrossing and recrossing my legs... that sort of stuff.
Time went by pretty slowly, but the bell did eventually ring. In my
next class, I was disappointed to find out that none of my new friends
from start of the day were in that class. I didn't have any trouble
getting people to notice me, hee-hee, I did the same things that I was
doing 1st period all over again. Same thing with 3rd period. I was
beginning to think that school was going to be nothing but boredom day
after day, but then we came to 4th period.
Steven was in that class again, and I smiled brightly at him and went
to sit next to him. It was chemistry, so instead of regular desks, we
sat at those little lab tables in two seats. The look the girl who used
to sit next to Steven was pretty funny, but she didn't say anything
rude to me. I respected her for that, and hoped that someday I could be
friends with her. She was very pretty, and I surprised myself by taking
a moment to appreciatively scope out her body. From the time in the
hospital bed to right now, all I could think about were boys, but now I
was a little startled by being attracted to her as well. It felt, wrong
somehow, which is what made it even more of a turn on for me. I
resolved not to tell Daddy about that. He might not like it... and that
could mean another "booster shot".
The class started, and it was blah blah blah, dull as usual, until I
suddenly felt a warm hand on my bare thigh. I gasped softly and looked
over at Steven, but he gave me a look which I easily read as "shhhhh."
I smiled at him and leaned back a little, letting him stroke over my
thigh. He started to find a nice little pattern. Hee-hee, I can't
believe I still remember this, but it was bare thigh down to my knee,
then up to my waist over my skirt, then curve down and around my hip
right back to where my skirt ended. Over and over he did this, and I
found it to be somewhat hypnotic. The dirtiness of being felt over in
class added to the turn on, I'm sure, but after a little bit of this, I
was ready to shove him away and jump on him... or at least push him
under the desk so he could lick my pussy.
Finally, the bell rang, snapping me out of my trance. I looked at
Steven and he just smiled, making no move to get up. I giggled and
stayed there with him, my hand creeping up to brush over his abs as I
smiled at him. When it was just us and the teacher, he winked at me and
got up, leaving me there. I sat there puzzled, and listened as he
murmured something to Mr. Vance about spending lunch with me here to
help me catch up with the class. Mr. Vance agreed and left... and we
were alone.
In a flash we were on each other, kissing and groping at each other's
bodies. He pressed his palms flat over my breasts as we were kissing
and squeezed them firmly, which caused me to fall back away from his
lips with a moan. Gracelessly, he whipped off my top and bra and
started sucking and slobbering my tits. The sensation was incredible,
and when he nipped or bit down on a nipple, I practically screamed. I
had closed my eyes and was leaning back in my chair moaning and
groaning, when suddenly everything just stopped. When I opened my eyes
to find out what was the matter, Stephen was standing over me, waving
his huge, hard cock in front of my face.
"Suck it." He said, without a trace of threat in his voice.
I did. It was so big and fat around that I could barely stuff it in my
mouth, but stuff it I did. Looking back, my skills at sucking cock
weren't nearly what they are today, but Steven didn't complain. I could
feel every vein and ridge as it slid over my tongue, and I pumped what
I couldn't fit in my mouth was as much energy as I could muster. I
don't know if the nasty little slurping and swallowing sounds were
turning Steven on more, but they were certainly having that effect on
me. My panties were so wet it felt as if I had wet myself, and to
relieve the discomfort I hiked up my skirt and pushed them down. Steven
took that as a signal, and pushed my face away from his cock.
He was beyond speaking now. We both were. He just grunted at me as he
pushed me away. I knew what to do though, I turned on my knees and bent
over, offering my dripping pussy for him to ravage. He wasn't gentle,
not at all. He plunged into me with everything he had, and slapped my
huge, round ass once he had hilted himself. I squealed, I didn't care
if the whole school heard me, it just felt so good.
In and out, over and over, his thighs slapping against my rear with
each forceful thrust. I saw stars, panting and moaning, I squeezed my
eyes tight, feeling my climax near. With a final push and a bestial
howl of his own, Steven came inside of me. As his hot seed shot up into
my depths, I gave in to the pleasure. I screamed out his name and
pounded at the floor. My tits had been starting to hurt from being
flopped around during our fucking, but now they, along with every other
square inch of my body was quivering in electric pleasure.
Finally, he pulled himself out of me, and got himself together. We made
a little bit of small talk afterwards, but we both knew that this was
just what it was. A simple fuck. I was glad, really. I needed more, and
a possessive boy would just get in my way. Smiling to myself, alone and
still naked, I redressed myself, tossing my soaked panties into the
trash can when I was done. Hee-hee, without those, I was pretty sure
that I'd have an even easier time fetching the attention of another
boy.
Well, that's about all I can write for now. I've been sitting here for
a few hours, and staying in the same position for too long right now
can be very uncomfortable. I really enjoyed writing this though,
perhaps if enough of you read my little story here and liked it, I'll
tell you the rest of it, like my first time with another girl, my next
booster shot, and how I came to be pregnant like this. It was really
fun, whatever the case.
Bye for now,
Tiff Damsel
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