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Forced Trixiefication By ZeDD The elevator doors opened silently, allowing the few remaining people to get out, much to Jack's approval. Bob's party last night had been a little wild and he still felt the pounding of the music in his head. Why he even listened to his friend and agreed to come over in the first place was beyond him. It was peculiar even to him now how he had agreed to go when he didn't really want to. When Bob had come into his office and told him about it, the first thing he didn't want to do was go to one of Bob's infamous house parties. When he opened his mouth to let Bob know that he appreciated him thinking about him but that he had several errands to run that night, he was surprised to find his voice saying how much he was looking forward to it! As startled as he was at himself, he was even more startled to learn that Bob was now expecting him there, and to bring a lady friend for him! Oh, geez. The elevator doors opened and Jack made his way to his office, via the lounge for a cup of hot tea to wake him up. He'd never gotten into the habit of drinking coffee. Once settled, he leisurely listened to his messages, making notes to those that needed his prompt attention. He didn't feel like doing much work today, just putting out the little fires that he usually needed to before the day got started. He decided today was going to be a slow day, regardless of whoever called him. He was still a little unsettled at the way Bob had reacted when he'd shown up without that 'date' for his friend. Evidently, Bob really WAS expecting him to bring someone! Strange the way Bob acted, as if he were upset with him because he didn't supply some poor girl he could molest in front of everyone. But instead of saying he was upset, he told him he'd just pick up his date the next day at work. When Jack asked him whom he had in mind, he said the new chick that was a real knockout. He'd gone on to describe her but when he started getting crude, Jack halted him right there, not wishing to hear anymore. That's when Bob looked him right in the eye and said in a menacing sort of way how he'd get to know her real soon. Weird. He unfolded his paper, turning to the sports section, and noticed a slip of paper fall out. It wasn't part of the regular paper, more like a note someone had slipped in. He could only smile as he began to read. Obviously, it'd been meant for another, probably regarding the party last night. Dear Trixie, Last night was a little disappointing for me, but I realize that you are a little new at this whole 'being sexy' thing. Don't forget that with a name like yours, Trixie Cumsalot, it's only obvious that someone, like me, would think you're nothing but a sex object. Especially when you've been blessed with such a big, round, jiggly ass like yours! I'll talk to you on and off today about how sexy you are to me. See ya, B Jack smiled at the obvious sexual tones of the note. This was meant for someone in his office but he couldn't think of whom it might be! Trixie Cumsalot was obviously a made-up name. Not only made up, but highly chauvinistic and insulting! Moreover, the way it ended with the letter B! The only person he knew of with the first name of B was Bob. Of course, it could be from anybody, but it did sound a little crude, which was Bob's specialty. Suddenly Jack was feeling strange. He couldn't put his finger on what the sensation was, or what it felt like, but there was a definite tightening going on around his hips. He adjusted himself and put the note in his out box. Maybe later he would remember and tack it up on the company board when he got his next cup of tea, just as a joke. Forgetting about the note for the moment, he turned once again to the sports, intent on finding out last nights score on the game he'd bet on. He tried to get comfortable, adjusting his posture and sitting differently, but somehow just couldn't seat himself right. It was as if he'd gotten a different chair that was smaller than his own was, but had more cushion. He got up and heard a distinct strain in his pants as if they were just about to split. They seemed amazingly tight for some reason so he tried adjusting the fit as he walked around his office. It was definitely tight around his hips and ass, so tight he could barely get his hand inside his pocket! Looking down, he noticed that his cuffs were higher up, showing off his dark socks. That would make sense if his pants had shrunk and he just wasn't alert enough this morning to notice. His Fax machine started printing out a document, so Jack thought this would be a great time to maybe forget his problem and do a little work. That was the reason for him coming in today, regardless of how he felt. Striding over to his desk, he couldn't believe how he was walking, almost like a woman. It seemed off a little, as if he was swinging his ass side to side and maybe sticking it out a little. He took a couple of steps, conscious of the way he moved, but it was still there. Oh well, hell. He'd better forget this crap. This is just another reason for him to avoid work. He was more than a little aware of the slight distractions that someone could point out rather than do their job. If he was anything, it wasn't lazy. Grabbing the fax, he went to his chair and sat quickly, intent on getting something done now. Unfortunately, what he heard was the telltale sound of his pants ripping wide open in back! 'That's just great,' he thought. He sat there fuming, drumming his fingers on the fax document as he contemplated this new dilemma. He glanced at the document, noting it wasn't anything he was expecting and picked it up to read. Dear Trixie, I know I talked a little about that fantastic ass of yours, but I didn't want you to think I was just lusting over that one part. I think your whole body is great! I especially love those wide, round hips of yours! They are exciting the way they flow right into that tiny little waist! You're special to me no matter how much of a slut you are. In addition, don't believe I don't appreciate the effort you make to dress up as sexily as possible. Not every woman would go to such extremes just to make herself into a living, breathing Barbi Doll! See ya, B He smiled at the shear ridiculousness of the note. Imagine faxing something like this where it could be read by anybody! If he was reading it then there must be others reading it, too. He supposed it was likely the person sending it just got the wrong fax number from this Trixie girl. More likely, this Trixie girl just gave this guy a number to get rid of him. He sounded more than a little obsessed over the girl's charms. Right then he felt the most peculiar shifting of his lower body, almost as if he were slowly sliding forward and sideways in his seat at the same time! He looked down, frowning, noticing how taut his slacks had become over his thighs. RRRIIIIIIIPPPPPP! He jumped a little at the sound of his slacks tearing to shreds! He couldn't believe what had just happened! His slacks were now tatters! The strange sucking sensation he was feeling around his waist was peculiar too, almost like when he'd suck his gut in every time a good looking woman walked by at the pool. He jumped out of his chair in unbelievable anger and immediately stopped. Something was terribly wrong! He could've sworn he'd just felt his ass jiggle! His silk boxers were stretched incredibly tight, uncomfortably so, and his body wasn't moving correctly at all! In fact, he had the strong sensation that his ass was jutting out behind him horribly! He glanced around wondering what was happening, and started for the mirror over to the side of his office, thanking the privacy of his four walls now. The few steps were all he needed to realize that something bigger than the shredding of a pair of slacks was happening. His movement was all wrong! Horribly wrong! He could feel his hips swing fantastically from side to side with each step, and his ass seemed to be bouncing! Hiking the remnants of his pants, realizing at that instant that there was a whole lot more space inside his belt, he quickly took the remaining steps and looked at himself in the mirror. His pants were beyond hope, that much was certain. He could glimpse the skin of his upper legs thru the rips, rips that extended all the way to his belt loops to halfway down his thighs! There was something strange about the way he looked, too! Quickly taking his suit coat off and dropping it on a chair, he lifted his shirt exposing his stomach. He gasped aloud at what he saw! Instead of his own mildly thick middle with his sparse covering of hair, there was the tiny, blemish free middle of smooth supple skin! This was simply impossible! His waist couldn't measure more than 20" now! Somehow, he'd lost more than 14 or 16 inches in a matter of seconds! Shaking his head in disbelief, he also noticed something else. Keeping his shirt bunched up under his arms, he undid his belt and let his slacks fall to the ground. There was the proof of everything! His hips were wide! They were wider than even his girlfriend's hips, which to his memory measured at 36"! Wide and round in a spectacular manner! The way his tiny waist, ridiculous looking with his upper body above it, dramatically swelled into those incredibly wide hips made him look so feminine that he didn't know what to think! He just stood there trying to think of what to do, or maybe just to think! The thought of those little letters he'd read suddenly popped into his brain! Could there be some sort of connection? Quickly he picked up the first letter, rereading it. There it was about the ass! However, that was impossible! He looked at the fax he'd gotten and reread that. There was the hips and waist comment there! He turned sideways to look at his ass and gasped aloud! If the combination of a tiny, girlish waist and wide, womanly hips didn't make him look obviously feminine, then that swollen jutting ass that was twice as big as his had been, would! Just then, he heard someone at the door! He quickly moved behind his desk, dragging the remnants of his slacks about his legs. He was relieved to see that someone had merely slipped a letter underneath the door. Kicking his pants off and thinking how small the risk of someone coming to his door was, he made his way over and picked up the letter. He was about to turn then hesitated, deciding to lock the door. Quickly moving back behind the relative comfort of his big desk, he nervously opened it the letter, wondering about the timing of its arrival. Dear Trixie, The thought of holding those wide hips as I fuck you has really made working today difficult for me. I try to take my mind off you but somehow I end up thinking about something else that's just as exciting! Like those incredibly sexy legs, you have! Just the right amount of tone and flesh to make those sexy stockings you like to wear look even sexier! In addition, those tiny little feet you have that are just perfect for all those sky-high heels you enjoy so much! Grrrr! Girl, I just may come get you before lunch is up. Love ya, B Who the hell is sending this crap?! Wadding the paper up, he tossed it next to the other two notes. That's when he realized what might happen next. If he was right, then his... What did the note say? Quickly he unwrapped and reread the part about Trixie's body parts. There was the part about the legs and feet. Suddenly he experienced a strange feeling in his legs, followed immediately by a cramping in his feet. Sitting down, he stared, open-jawed at what he saw. His legs were undergoing a transformation! Smoothing and changing their very contour, the hair fading, leaving a pair of legs that weren't his! His feet were also changing; shrinking into a daintier pair that he cringed just thinking that they used to be his own flesh! He'd worn a men's size 12D before, now he'd be surprised if he could fit into a woman's size 6B! His feet were so small, so out of sync with the rest of his body, his upper body at least, that he didn't even know for sure if he could walk! He sagged back into his chair, hands over his face, thinking furiously of who might be doing this to him. Maybe even more important than who, was why! All the notes had ended with the letter B. Since they were about this girl named Trixie, then it's assumed the B stood for a man's name, possibly a last name. Except for his friend, Bob, he wasn't sure if he knew anyone else with a first or last name starting with a B. Therefore, by process of elimination, Bob would be his first suspect to talk to until he came upon another name. Spinning his chair to catch up the phone, he quickly dialed the in-house extension to his friend's phone. He hung up immediately when he saw he had a phone message, the little blinking red light sending a chill through him. What was going to happen if another change came from the message? Should he even listen to it? Or maybe it wasn't a change, but a clue as to who might be behind this. More likely it was about work and he was just being paranoid. He had a right to be anything he felt like. At the moment he was paranoid. Except for underwear and socks he was naked from the waist down, his long smooth legs and small feet feeling very strange and alien every time he moved them. Worst yet was every time he looked at his legs he realized they were the best looking woman's legs he'd ever seen! They weren't supposed to be on him, though! Agonizing whether to pick up his message, he wasn't sure if it was another attack, or business. Reluctantly, with a feeling of trepidation, he pushed the message button. What came out was a voice he neither recognized nor could tell if it was even human! Wondering if it was a bad connection, he strained his ear to pick up any words. "... sssoril rltt lthrr ..jffa. Mmmpha ... You have such a gorgeous face, like a porn stars, with a big pair of sexy lips no man can resist sliding his cock into." Fumbling quickly, he cut the message off but was terrified he'd heard too much already! He stood and started pacing around, waiting for any physical alteration to start happening to his face. But pacing, any moving around, brought back the alien way his body now moved, so he sat feeling defeated. 'Oh, shit, he thought. He was going to have the face of a woman now! But what about the voice? Was it recognizable at all to him? He started to think about what he'd heard when that peculiar feeling crept into his face. Panicking, he brought his hands up and felt his cheeks, nose, anything that might tell him his face was changing into someone else's. What he felt was a shifting, a horrific sense that he was losing himself more and more as the seconds ticked by. At first it had begun to hurt, but almost as soon as it started it ended. He felt robbed, not only of his face but of his identity, too. That someone close by was doing this to him for no apparent reason only made it worst. He was a good guy! He turned his head toward the mirror hanging on the wall, knowing that it really wasn't his head that he turned at all but someone else's now. He shakily got to his impossibly small feet at the end of those sexy legs, those terribly alien legs, and walked not unlike a woman over to it. He deliberately kept his face down until he stood in front of the mirror, wanting to keep the worst of all news until the very end. He slowly looked up and met the eyes of, in all probability, the sexiest looking face in the world! He could feel his heart skip a beat as he took in the light green eyes surrounded by the thickest and longest lashes he'd ever seen. Slightly canted, they projected a mixture of sultry appeal, kinky sexual hunger, playful mischief and maybe even a little vulnerability! His new face had an oval shape with full, blushing cheeks under those powerful eyes. The nose was small in all respects, and had a slight uplift at the end. By itself a cute nose. The mouth, however, was anything but cute. If anything, those lips declared loudly to any male with an erect cock that a full service sexual experience awaited them! Extraordinary full, pouty lips projected from the soft skin, their natural pink stain making it look like he was already wearing lipstick! Unconsciously he parted those amazingly full lips in shock, and got another when he saw what he looked like when he did. Almost like a blow up doll! He tried to compare his new, super plump lips to any famous actress he knew of and failed. He had by far exceeded any woman's expectations who had ever wanted to inject collagen to get fuller lips. His face overall was devastating beauty, a sexual attraction that he was feeling even then, despite the fact he'd lost his own face to it. He was amazed to feel his manhood react the longer he looked at himself. Stepping back, he took off his shirt wanting to get the full affect of his changes so far. He wasn't sure what he could do about it right then but wanted to avoid any more. He was sure he could get away from any more changes if he left. All the letters were coming here, so whoever was doing this knew he was in this room. But to leave would invite embarrassment, scandal, possibly even termination! So far his face was that of a highly sexually attractive woman, but with his own short hair. Even with short hair, the face more than made up by the powerful eyes and pure eroticism of his full lips! His lower body was completely changed to that of a sexy woman, with the exception of his penis, complete with a tiny waist, wide, round hips and a fully rounded ass. He wasn't sure about the proportions of his changed body though because it seemed his waist was noticeably smaller than any woman who he worked with here, and his hips were extra wide and rounder, sexier than any woman he'd seen! He was absolutely positive he had the roundest, and quite possibly, best looking ass! Then there was his face. His eyes were the most sexually powerful pair he'd ever seen, seemingly able to arouse any man who was looking into them long enough. Even his own penis had reacted when he'd looked into them just then! Except for his manhood, which he hoped to keep of course, his wide hips naturally flowed into a tiny waist that really looked out of place with his manly chest, broad shoulders and strong arms. Could he be changing into the same woman that owned the face? And if so, who was she? And was she changing into him at the same time? How was he to find out? He stood in front of his mirror with these thoughts for several minutes wearing just his underwear and socks. The underwear being far too small, having stretched to cover his expansive ass and full hips, and the socks being far too large for his tiny feet. "What the hell am I ..." He stopped short when he heard his voice! At least the voice that came out of those damn pouty lips! It wasn't his voice any longer but a girls! No! A woman's! "Uh, testing, testing." To his changed ears he sounded like a phone sex operator on helium! He sounded absolutely ridiculous! Impossible! How was he to get around this, along with everything else that had been done to him? Against his knowledge or consent even? He staggered over to his desk, his body moving awkwardly yet sexily despite his best efforts to walk like a man, and collapsed into his chair with his face in his hands. This, he agreed with himself, could not go on like this. He couldn't hold up in his office all morning. Sooner or later someone would come knocking with reports, updates, news, etc., etc., etc. KNOCK! KNOCK! He all but fainted just then! Quickly he searched the room for a place to hide, forgetting he'd locked the door. When he remembered, he realized how foolish he was acting, knowing there wasn't anywhere he could've hid had he wanted to. He calmly put his shirt back on and buttoned it, hiding everything but his face. To hell with the tie. "Jack? You in there? I've got a package for you." It was his secretary, Susan. He couldn't answer, that was for certain. He would have to remain silent and wait for her to leave. The trouble was he'd never locked his door before, even when he'd left, leaving important documents lying on his desk. He knew that Susan would come in after and secure anything important. The two of them worked great as a team. Now though, he was certain she knew he was still inside and was choosing not to hear her. He didn't know what to do just then. "Oh, listen Jack. A Mr. Bangher is here. He says it's very important so I'm leaving for lunch now." Jack didn't know any Mr. Bangher. He was still trying to figure out who he was when he heard the man speaking on the other side of the door. "I know you're in there, Jack. And I know why you're not opening the door." Jack stiffened at the implications. Could someone outside his office somehow know what had happened to him? Or was this the 'Mr. B' that had been impossibly changing him somehow? He sat quietly at his desk, his big soft ass taking up most of the chair, cushioning his body while his petite feet were barely touching the carpet. "I'll tell ya what. Right now there isn't anyone out here to hear me talk to you since I've told them to take an early lunch." An early lunch? Who is this guy, and why is he giving the orders to his crew? His voice didn't sound at all recognizable to him! "And since you're not going to open the door and take this package I've so laboriously put together for you, I'll just leave you with these fitting words." Jack unconsciously leaned forward, expecting some catastrophic news. "Your slim and sexy upper body is perfect to carry and display those huge tits of yours." Jack acted as if he were shot, such a reaction raced through him! And the awful truth of the matter was he couldn't have shut the man up if he'd wanted to. "And that cascade of thick dark curls to the middle of your back really highlights your slutty image." Oh, shit! Jack barely had the ringing of the last words leave his ears when the bastard told him about the hair. He could already feel the strange transformation begin on his upper body, almost a tightening all about him! And his male nipples sprang tingling erect, starting to grow, even as his broad shoulders and manly chest started to shrink! "Your slim, girlish arms and hands are made even more sexy by your long, slutty fingernails." "Stop!! Who are you?!" He gasped as his ribcage contracted unexpectedly, followed by his shoulders suddenly shrinking and narrowing. "Why are you doing this?" He thought about flinging the door open and braining him with something heavy, then forcing him to change him back. He looked around for an object he could use as a club but reconsidered as his upper body lost strength by the second and his breasts grew larger, straining the buttons. He unconsciously arched his back more and more as his bosom weight increased, just so he could still sit somewhat straight. He was afraid to look at the damage that was being done to him just then and preferred to think of something to say to the man in order to ferret out some kind of clue as to who he was. "Why would you do this to me?" He managed to get out as his bulging chest strained the buttons of his shirt. Curiously, he darted a glance down and gasped, horrified at the expanse of flesh building on his chest, the buttons beginning to pull apart. He was obviously very well endowed with huge nipples that stuck out prominently. His whole body felt weird to him, and the weight of his increasing breast size started to take a toll when he started to stand, their mass suddenly jiggling and swaying. One button that had been strained to the max suddenly shot off, pinging across the desk. "As I said. I've got a package that you'll find very helpful. If you don't accept it, I'll have to make a few changes. If I were you, I'd snatch it quick before the hired help get back. Haahahahaha!" Instantly, several other buttons ripped off, flying across the room as his abundant breasts burst out, bouncing and jiggling! Jack cursed him louder and louder as the laughter started to fade. He was obviously walking away, leaving him in peace and turmoil both at the same time! The bastard! He brought his hand up and watched the last of his maleness vanish from it as his finger nails started to eerily lengthen into a pair of female claws. He brushed away the mass of curls that fell into his face, amazed at the sheer volume that was there. Dark strands of curly hair fell about him in a virtual wave of glistening girlishness. Almost but not quite enough to cover his huge breasts as they still made their presence known by spearing through the mass of curls to show two pink nipples, embarrassingly huge and sensitive! He could already tell they were far more sensitive than his male nipples had been because he could feel every hair that fell upon them, every cool breeze that blew across them, bringing a shudder. Hesitantly, he brought his hands up, cringing at the slim fingers with their long, seemingly polished nails reaching way beyond his fingertips. The nipples were distracting him too, the large pink nubs aching and throbbing as they scraped against the rough material of his ruined shirt. He grasped his shirt and tried to close it across his chest, realizing instantly how futile the effort was. Like it or not, and he did not, he was now blessed with a ridiculously large pair of tits! In fact, with the exception of his penis, his whole body was now one big, walking female sexual attraction, overstated and underlined with humiliatingly close attention to detail! His mind was threatening to stop thinking! The box! He, could he really still consider referring to himself as a he? Yes, Damn! HE quickly made his way over to the door, his giant tits bouncing and swaying, hips rolling and ass swishing and bouncing embarrassingly, and wondered just how many body parts could move in so many different directions at once. He listened for any sounds on the other side. Nothing. Unlocking the door, he opened it and spied the box sitting directly in front of him. It was small, about the size of a small suitcase, and red. Some sort of red cardboard or something. With thoughts of dying and sinking into a big hole should anyone see him right then, he reached and picked it up, thankful it wasn't too heavy, and closed the door again, locking it. He made his way over to the desk and proceeded to open it. If he had to guess, based on the last horrific hour of his life, he would say there wasn't going to be anything inside that would make him very happy. The first thing he saw was a very large, white satin bra. He wasn't sure what his first thought should have been under the circumstances, but was positive, 'how sexy it would look on him,' wasn't it! Why he would even think that at all confused him. Nope, not happy at all. He already knew where this was going to lead. In the back of his mind he had already pieced together what he would have to do to get out of here without trouble. At least not anyone seeing him and be able to guess that the overstated sexy woman was him! He was going to dress in the sexy clothes the unknown person had left, careful to look as good as possible, and leave without anyone knowing any better who he really was. He wondered why he should bother putting any effort into looking his best under these circumstances, then dismissed them. Anything doing is worth doing right. He sighed as he withdrew another article of woman's clothing, a pair of white satin panties that were trimmed generously in lace. To rub salt into his already wounded male ego, there was a little pink heart embroidered right in the middle of it. He found them strangely exciting and was eager to put them on. Next, he pulled out a pair of sheer white stockings that had a 4" band of stretchy lace at the top and a line of tiny white bows going down the back. He gazed at them open-mouthed, entranced by the cute, sexiness they would exude once he had them on. He'd look great in those! What? Why was he thinking like this? He'd had it with being the victim. He hadn't made it this far without being imaginative and clever. He had to turn the tables on this guy, and soon, or he'd be out of the game. Possibly out of life, not knowing what the end result this Mr. B was shooting for. Humiliation, yes. Removal of his position? Sure, though there wasn't any vital importance to it, unless you were the next in line, and that was assuming he was about to get fired. Which he wasn't. But that line of thought doesn't warrant the kind of attack he was suffering. The probability of someone in the company doing this to him wasn't very high at all. And this kind of thing was like magic, or something! This maniac was even controlling his mind and things! Putting alien thoughts into his head! So who did he know that was into magic, or the occult? Tapping his desk with one long nail didn't help him think at all, and his nipples kept getting hard from the cool air! When he noticed he was appreciating his long sexy nails more than thinking about his dilemma, he knew he couldn't stay here! He couldn't think without checking himself out! He would have to take his chances out there and try and make it home. If he wanted to get out of here without anyone seeing him, he would obviously have to dress up as a sexy woman and walk out. The problem was the manner of dress. Getting out wasn't going to be a problem, as long as he could muster the courage. The problem was what would happen once he'd gotten out? The clothes were meant to emphasize, not de-emphasize a woman's figure. Which meant the overabundance of curves he'd been given would be showcased for everyone out there on the street, heightened to a sexual degree, possibly in the hope of driving someone mad with lust. Which meant to him that it was a trap of some sort. There was probably someone waiting for him just so they could make a scene. Maybe he would be mistaken for a hooker, then arrested. Still, he'd be looking his best. Possibly better than any other woman out there! Whoa! Where were these thoughts coming from? Best he forget about how great he'd look, and concentrate on what he still had to work with to free himself. So, he still had free will, his intellect, and a pair of legs to move him! If he made it to his car, he could feasibly have days to plan some way to get out from under this maniac's thumb, maybe weeks. But in order to do that, he would have to have more information about this 'Mr. B.' He could call Susan and pump her for info about Mr. B, saying he was someone from outside the company. She actually talked to him, seen him! He could still gather info was the bottom line so he had to leave, if just to get away from Mr. B's perverse physical influence over his body! However the way he was doing it! In the back of his mind he saw a lunatic with a magic wand that he kept pointing at him through the walls. As far as he knew, that's exactly what was happening! Determined, he took off his boxers, sliding the silk down over his inflated bottom, the waist band scraping humiliatingly over the soft cheeks of his ass, and picked up the panties. Sliding them up his smooth legs, he realized he would have a rather large bulge showing! His penis, still its regular size which made it look absolutely huge dangling between those smooth thighs, was still there! That was terrific news, if not a little complicating for his disguise. He knew he would attract a lot of attention as a hot looking woman, and as soon as someone saw the bulge that was so prominent, there would be even more attention. He'd definitely want to avoid that. He carefully pointed his penis backward between his legs and pulled the panties up in place firmly to try and hold it there. He'd learned this thing off a radio talk show. They explained it as something every male did at some point in their growing up, sort of like smoking. He never did it simply because the thought of doing something like that to himself for no apparent reason, other than to look stupid and emasculated, never occurred to him. Well, he was doing it now, he thought. He sat with the intention of slipping up the stockings, blushing and cursing when he felt his ass jiggle before offering so much cushion. He wasn't use to it, nor was he planning on getting use to it. Slowly, he slid a stocking up the first leg, marveling at how super soft and slinky they felt next to his soft girly legs. It was definitely a first for him to get a thrill out of putting something female on, and was slightly worried when he found himself getting an erection because of it. Pulling the stocking up snugly, making sure there were no wrinkles or tears in the thin fabric, he let the stretchy lace top snap loudly around his upper leg before picking up the other one. Once that was on, he resisted the urge to look in the mirror, instead picking up the giant bra. It took several minutes before he was able to snap it together and fit it properly around his body. It took several more with adjustments on the straps before he was satisfied his huge breasts were snugly captured inside the satin cups. No matter how he adjusted the straps though, there was still a large bulge of quivering breast flesh being pushed over the top of the cups. It didn't look right to him and was convinced he was either given the wrong size, or that Mr. B had purposely made him too big for the bra. The amount of cleavage he was producing was devastating, even from his vantage, and he was wondering if he wasn't made so large to be somewhat debilitating in his movements. On pondering the point, he was sure of it. He couldn't run very well with tits this big, and looking at the footwear that came in the box, he wouldn't be running at all. Still, a plan was a plan. He took out the 4" bright pink boots and slipped his dainty foot into it, zipping it up to the top of his lower leg. A shiver of sexual excitement ran through him when he'd gotten both on and seen how they looked on him. Absolutely perfect! The fit WAS perfect, which meant that Mr. B had deliberately given him the wrong bra size. A sudden thought entered his head about the actual bra size he was wearing. It had to be really huge, some size he'd never heard of before. When he got home, he'd take a look on his computer and try to find where the particular brand was sold around here. With both boots on, he attempted to stroll around his office. He wanted to proficiently walk around in them as soon as possible in case he needed to move quickly later on. He didn't want to break his neck just because he couldn't make it around the block in high heels. Getting up he noted how the heels made him stand in a different way, causing his full ass to jut out behind him, almost like he was sticking it out on purpose. He almost toppled over, his breasts pulling him forward so much due to their size and weight that he was forced to arch his back even more to compensate. He already knew the effect it had on his body when someone would look his way and smiled. He walked around his office, trying not to twist an ankle in the first few minutes, and practiced taking small steps, placing one small foot directly in front of the other. He somehow knew this way was the best way to get that devastatingly sexy walk. He needed his wide round hips to undulate enticingly and heads to turn. Why he was so concerned he wasn't sure. He just knew he had to look his best. He passed by the mirror and absently glanced at it as he moved unsteadily by, causing him to gasp with the realization that he would cause a hell of a lot of attention the minute he walked outside! The image in the mirror was a man's fantasy, dressed in provocative lingerie, oozing sex! The breasts looked like they were going to burst out of the satin bra any second! He could tell how big the nipples were even though they weren't hard, and was a little dismayed when they started to protrude erotically the longer he stared at his image! He couldn't help but turn himself on! Suddenly, the thought of going outside sounded like a bad idea! His whole body was a turn-on to any man looking, including himself! He could feel his manhood start to stir the longer he gazed at those huge tits barely contained by the thin satin! The diminutive waist, almost completely overshadowed by those enormous breasts, flowed into those voluptuous hips before meeting with the lacy bands of those sexy stockings! The amount of creamy thigh visible between was very stimulating! He could feel his penis, almost rock hard now, trapped inside the panties, throbbing, yet no apparent bulge was visible at his crotch. This could work! All he had to do was get home in one piece. He reminded himself to analyze these particular feelings later. He was a little worried that he should show arousal when looking at his transformed self in the mirror. He took out of the box a pink dress that matched the boots perfectly. He wasn't surprised in the least. It was somewhat shiny and seemed to be made from a thin, stretchy fabric not unlike Spandex or Lycra. He didn't know his materials and didn't really care what it was made from. For all he knew, it was made of rubber. He unzipped and stepped into it, pulling it up about his body, tugging here and there to get it to slip over his expansive hips and inflated rear. The top had simple shoulder straps that cleverly hid the bra straps adequately, and a scooped neckline that was sure to show most of his cleavage. Funny how he was beginning to refer to his parts as his own now. If he didn't find a way out of this trap, they would be for the rest of his life! Tugging and adjusting the dress really didn't do anything different for its comfort. It clung to his body like a second skin, showing off every abundant curve to maximum effect. What it didn't hide, like his overflowing cleavage, it emphasized to greater lavishness, like his tiny waist and voluminous hips! Thankfully the skirt was loose and didn't adhere to his ample rear like the top did to his bust. He did notice that it was way too short. Satisfied it was on as good as it was going to get, he minced over to the mirror. What he saw he couldn't convey into words! His pouty lips were open in surprise and shock at the vision of sex that stood there, almost posing in her high heeled boots. The hands that were out to help maintain his balance seemed to be out with a delicate, feminine manner instead. The hair did play a role in his lusty appearance, as Mr. B had said, its dark mass coupled with his beautiful face, pouty lips and overfilled pink dress combined to paint him as some sort of pin-up girl! The cascade of curls that swung and bounced along with his breasts seemed to signal attention of anyone glancing his way. He was also right about the skirt being too short. Just standing there, he could just make out the lace tops of the stockings he had on. Turning around, he gasped as he could plainly see the bottom half of his generous ass cheeks, trimmed erotically in lace by those satin panties he wore. This was not good, and truth be told, if he met someone walking around that looked like he did right then, he'd follow her home and make love to her all night long! He smiled because he did look so good. He was a hot babe dressed to kill! No, wait. He didn't want to look this good, did he? Well, yes he did. For some reason, he really wanted to look as good as possible. Mincing back, concerned how he was walking in those damn high heeled boots, he looked into the box to make sure there wasn't anything inside. There lay a small black velvet box and a small pink purse. "This can't be good," he sexily moaned. He'd have to remind himself not to speak anymore. His own voice was now so filled with sexual passion, just speaking was turning himself on! He sighed with trepidation, sounding more like a sigh of enticement, made a mental note not to do that either, and sat his generous rear at his desk with the box in hand. Carefully opening it, he was bewildered to find a silver necklace with a pink stone pendant dangling in a silver setting, and a pair of silver clip-on earrings, also with a pink stone. Shrugging with indifference, and purposefully ignoring the bounce and sway of his breasts when he did, he put them on. They could only help, he reasoned, only because he'd never seen a lady walking around without some sort of jewelry adorning her somewhere. He fetched the purse out, relieved to find it completely empty, and tossed his wallet and keys into it. Was he ready to leave? He didn't want to but knew he had to make his escape now, especially since everyone was gone. How did that guy get everyone to take lunch at the same time? Walking slowly, feeling his hips do a disturbing bump and grind as he did, he unlocked his door and peered out. No one was about. It looked almost abandoned! Taking quick steps, careful not to generate too much breeze since his skirt was so indecently short, he made his way to the elevator. He gulped in embarrassment as he felt his huge breasts bouncing almost out of control inside his dress! Waiting for it to arrive was awful because anybody could be returning at any time and catch him standing there! What would he say? Obviously, he wasn't going to be confused with being Jack. More than likely, by the way he was dressed, they would consider him to be some sort of prostitute! With a ding, the elevator doors opened revealing a man in a suit standing patiently. Jack barely had time to swallow a panic filled scream, before remembering that the man didn't know who he was! He had to play the part he appeared to be, of just some woman leaving the building! Trying to be nonchalant, he strolled into the elevator and turned his back to the stranger. He hadn't really had the chance to practice with those long nails, so when he tried to press the ground floor, his nail scraped against the panel and missed. Nervously, he reached out again and pressed the button. He was too nervous to notice whether the guy had been checking him out or not. In all probability he was. Jack wasn't aware of how he started to stand either. He arched his back a little more, pressing those colossal tits out farther, threatening to split the tight, pink fabric right down the middle. He also stood with his legs together, his small feet touching, unknowingly showcasing his ass perfectly for the man's scrutiny. His hands lightly grasped the bottom of the skirt on either side, playing with it and flashing even more soft flesh. When he breathed, he would sigh sexily while having a playful, mischievous smile on his moist, plump lips. All this was happening without his knowledge, but the gentleman behind him took it all in with a knowing smile. "Pardon me. My name is Ben." Jack kept his eyes forward but the man's hand stretched out into his line of sight in the form of a handshake. Unless he wanted to be utterly rude he would have to acknowledge the guy, then blow him off as soon as the doors opened. "Oh, uh, hi. Nice to meet you." He tried to talk lower but damn if his voice didn't come out sounding like a horny whisper! He glanced at him, noting that he'd been checking out his ass and tits. Remembering what he looked like in the mirror, he couldn't very well blame the man at all. If he saw a woman looking as good as he did, he would be looking as well. 'Go ahead and look all you want, buddy!' he thought, 'you aren't getting anywhere with me.' "You are so beautiful. Please, tell me your name." The man's voice was smooth and practiced. No doubt a salesman. Unfortunately for him, he had no affect on Jack whatsoever. "Um, my name is ..." What the hell is a good name? First name to pop in his head is... Trixie! "Trixie. Trixie Cumsalot. It's nice to meet you too, Ben." He turned back around attempting to end the conversation right then. Too bad that doesn't work on a good salesman. Wait a minute! What name did he just use? Trixie Cumsalot!? Just then, Jack heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped! He froze! He didn't know what the guy had in mind, but was sure he didn't want anything to do with it. "My cock is getting hard just looking at you. Why don't you suck it for me?" Jack was shocked speechless! Wide-eyed, he watched the man's hand reach out and pull the emergency stop, halting the elevator between floors. He wanted to belt the guy! He turned around to do just that, but the most peculiar thing happened then. He saw his cock! He didn't know why but he moaned with sudden arousal, his mouth watering and full lips quivering with need. He DID want to suck the man's cock! He NEEDED to! He fell to his knees immediately kissing the man's cock full on its bloated, purplish head! His hands came up, their long nails sexily scraping along the man's balls, and grasped the cock at its base firmly so he could wrap his big, cock-sucking lips fully around the huge tip. Slowly he drove his lips down the thick length of the man's tool, savoring its heat and taste, its throbbing power, and ached to feel more. His tongue playing along the man's sensitive bottom, he sucked more and more of it inside, anxious to swallow the whole thing, having a strong, overpowering need and desire to feel his lips touch the man's body, knowing that his immense cock would be buried to the hilt inside his whorish mouth and down his throat! Wantonly, he sucked the cock, his head bobbing like a pro, oblivious to anything else, until finally he felt it swell and quiver! Tightly, he wrapped his lips over the tip of the hot cock he loved and felt the first blast of hot cum inside his mouth! More and more cum blasted into his mouth, none of it going to waste! He would swallow it all, happily, greedily, not wishing to waste one drop! The man smiled at the woman, patting her head like he would a puppy, and gestured for her to clean him up. She did this in a most worshipful manner, which pleased him. "You may turn back around and forget what just happened for now." The gentleman whispered to her. Almost mechanically, Jack stood up, straightening the dress and retouching his hair, making sure it still looked good, and turned back around. The man then reached over and flipped off the emergency button, feeling the car jerk back into motion again. "May I say something to you, Trixie, before our fortunate meeting comes to a close?" What a clever and smooth way to get a woman's attention, Jack thought. Too bad he wasn't all woman. "Sure." What a strange taste he suddenly noticed in his mouth! He would have to grab some chewing gum as soon as possible. It was positively awful. "Your cock has the ability to fuck any woman it wants, any way it likes, any time it feels like." DING! Laughing, the gentleman brushed past him without looking back, leaving him gasping with shock and outrage and staggering in his ridiculously high heels! Then it began to sink in exactly what he'd said! "What the f..?" He felt movement inside his panties, a swelling, and somehow knew he needed to get somewhere safe! NOW! He stumbled out of the elevator, breasts jiggling and ass bouncing, and quickly headed for the parking garage! Walking was becoming difficult because there was a swollen member inside his panties, rock hard and sliding suggestively back and forth between his legs! Add to that was a cramping, tingling feeling in his crotch that didn't seem to be coming from his cock! Pushing through the doors of the garage, thankfully there wasn't anyone around, he quickly located his sedan and unlocked it with the remote! He was experiencing the strangest sort of arousal then and it was getting harder to concentrate, like he was getting wet and warm and itchy between his legs right where his cock was pushing and sliding against, and he was really starting to like it! A LOT! He saw how jiggly and bouncy his breasts were as he moved, noticing then that his nipples were rock hard and poking through both the bra and dress! They must have been an inch long and thick as his thumb! He knew he was walking strangely, almost bowlegged, as his cock seemed to have a life of its own! The biggest thing was he could still feel his cock, every vein and sensation as it attacked him underneath! In addition there was this new sensation, one of wetness and a growing need to be filled with something! Like when a woman ... ! "OH MY GOD!" he squealed, dropping his purse as he felt the first inch of his cock suddenly pop into what could only be his own pussy!! He couldn't think as he experienced what only a woman could feel! A big, thick cock was slowly sliding in and out, deeper and deeper into him! His eyes just about rolled up into his head with the agonizing pleasure of not only being filled with a throbbing organ, but also experiencing that same organ as it slid into a tight, wet pussy! He all but fell into his car, having only the presence of mind to shut the door before his shrieks and moans brought people around! Inside, he could only hang on as his cock grew larger and thicker, stabbing deeper and deeper with every stroke, bringing cries and shrieks of intense pleasure from his throat. He felt his world start to center on that fuck tool as it speared directly into his soul, bringing with it mind numbing, powerful jolts of rapture! A detached part of him knew he was in his car, screaming in orgasmic delight just like a slut, as his cock thrust unrelentingly into him, his legs spread as far as he could get them while his hands squeezed his humungous tits and pulled on his engorged nipples harshly. He woke up some time later, possibly minutes, maybe an hour or more. There was really no way to tell without looking at his watch, which he no longer wore. It felt like hours to his exhaustive, wracked body. Hair was plastered across his cheek and forehead and hung wildly across his body and behind his shoulders. The top of the dress was pulled so open that he could see most of those mammoth breasts, and one full nipple, still bloated and pink. His legs were spread indecently underneath the steering wheel, his skirt hiked up to his waist while his crotch was sore and sensitive, one hand lazily near as if he'd been masturbating as well. He noticed that his abnormally huge bulge of a cock was barely contained by his drenched panties. He needed to get home. Brushing all that hair out of the way, he started the car and pulled out of the garage. Hopefully, he could get home before anything else happened to him. The thought of his own cock able to fuck his body senseless was ridiculous and unbelievable! The drive was only a few miles, and he was beginning to believe he was going to be safe at last. That's when he felt his cock slowly worming its way between his legs again! "Oh, Shit!" His curse came out sounding like a prostitute in the middle of sex! Stepping on the gas, he flew down the road trying hard not to succumb to the sexual onslaught against his body! He needed to get home before THAT happened again! Thanking the heavens, and all but screaming like a slut in heat at the same time, he pulled into his garage, shutting the garage door just when his cock slid fully into his dripping pussy! He wasn't able to brake fully, his car bumping into the back wall doing minor damage yet not caring! His body twisted and writhed erotically as his tool mercilessly throbbed and thrust, causing him to dig his fingers painfully into the seats in order to stop himself from flinging fully into a sexual spasm! This attack lasted twice as long as the first, giving him many shuddering orgasms and drenching the seat in his own juices. Again, when he came to, the top of the dress was completely pulled down underneath his huge, heaving breasts, the nipples still very full and sensitive. Finger marks were evident all over his sweaty breasts, and the nipples were sore and very pink from pulling and possibly sucking them. Did he suck on his own nipples? He seemed to recall something like that before his still somewhat swollen cock had started that weird vibrating thing. He went into his bedroom and stripped completely, anxious to get out of those slutty clothes and boots once and for all. He'd had enough of that disguise, he thought, as he pulled the sticky panties from between his legs. Standing in front of his bedroom mirror totally naked, he examined himself, alarmed at the perfect carnal image that was reflected back at him. His face reflected a powerful erotic aura that seemed to instantly began to inflate his cock without his meaning to. The dark, bedroom eyes and full succulent lips had an appeal to his animalistic side that he couldn't hide! His body was nothing but a mature and very voluptuous example of how far the female body can go in order to incite lust in others. The breasts were absolutely huge, slightly conical and sat perfectly, capped by those cock-hardening, strawberry-sized nipples that begged to be pinched and suckled. He wondered if the bra had a tag on it and picked it up to see, curious if 'Mr. B' would leave such an obvious clue to him. There it was right there! He didn't recognize the brand, which was good. It made it that much easier to track purchases down. And the 36 GG/H was probably a specialty size. Damn, but he was carrying an immense pair of tits! In fact, his whole body was nothing but sexy, overstated perfection. Perfect except for the huge hanging cock right where he thought his pussy was! Was it larger than before, or did it just seem bigger because his body was smaller? If his cock was still there, then where was his pussy? Did he imagine it all? Standing with his legs slightly open, he lifted his cock to peer underneath it, amazed at the sensation of his fingers against it. It was almost like touching someone else's cock! There, directly behind it was a woman's vagina, still swollen and pink from the wanton frenzy of his traitorous penis! He was amazed it could be there! What magic was responsible for such a radical change? He could barely tear his eyes from it. He gazed at his body critically, judging whether his life would be harder to live should he end up in this form permanently. He was very beautiful. Hell, he was a walking sex bomb! Just looking at his fabulous body naked was arousing him to no end! Then he felt it! His cock was reacting, growing longer and thicker every second, pulsing with need! Not again! He grabbed his cock, gasping in sexual shock as his fingers closed around its immense size, vainly trying to wrestle it away from his pussy. It was definitely bigger than before! It was like a living thing, a thickly coiled snake with a penis head that had a strength he couldn't believe! He remained aggressive, staggering across his carpet as he tried to manhandle it into submission. He tripped when the back of his legs hit his bed, sending him falling backwards across its soft surface. His hands flailed out instinctively trying to catch his fall, not realizing it was his bed he had tripped against! He immediately knew he'd made a mistake as he felt his thick cock suddenly swoop down between his legs! Spreading his legs and reaching, he would try to catch it as he bounced, but his huge breasts always seemed to be in the way, preventing him from seeing anything! He could feel it rubbing across his pussy now, making him wet, the head almost kneading his clit in a way that jumbled his thoughts, making him gasp and shudder with unwanted desire! He had to catch it before it went too far! Then he felt the head as it slipped into his gushing pussy, making him stiffen with surprised and mind blowing ecstasy! He was now torn between letting his big meat fuck him silly like he was some common slut, or trying to fight it still. The problem was he was quickly losing any desire at all to care, already enjoying how he was being filled again as tingling spikes of sexual waves raced throughout his body! Spreading his legs voluntarily now, he squealed as it slid deeper into him, throbbing suggestively! His hands crept to his huge tits, his nipples red hot points that called for him to pinch and pull! Suddenly, his cock pulled out of his grasping pussy with a wet 'pop' sound, making him whimper with an unfulfilled need. He was fucking horny now and needed that big cock inside him! He WANTED it! The cock pulsed, sending its own tendrils of wanton excitement throughout Jack's body, making him shake with another need! A need to bury his big cock into a tight, willing hole! With a sensual coiling it rubbed along his pussy again, coating every inch of it with pussy nectar, causing his body to jerk and shake each time. Jack didn't know what was happening, why it had stopped, and why it didn't start again. He couldn't know the head of his penis was seeking something different now. Jack never expected something so invasive as it quickly struck, burying a third of itself instantly into his plump ass, making him scream in violation! He violently shook, his legs spread wide, breasts bouncing fantastically as he screamed in pain and humiliation and desire! He felt it moving in and out of his big ass, burning and pulsing every second! It shouldn't be there! He needed to get it out! It was too much pain! His legs lifted his ass off the bed, his breasts rolling into his face with soft thumps as his hands desperately clawed at the thick bar in his ass! Still it pumped, sending waves of pleasurable yet conflicting sensations at him! He loved having his cock in suck a tight hole, but he also felt his tight ass being fucked demandingly by a huge invader! Almost without him knowing what was happening, the pain began to disappear, rapidly replaced with pleasure! He could feel electric shoot from his ass every time his cock drove into him, making him moan loudly. His hands gave up trying to dislodge the thick intruder and went back to his tits where he began to rub the huge mounds against his face hotly! The cock swelled and pulsed as it unrelentingly drove deeper into his ass with every stroke, causing him to scream in unbridled ecstasy! His body was ramrod straight, held up by his wide-spread legs, his breasts held up possessively by his tiny hands like perverted mountains, the fingers digging joyfully into the soft flesh! Then he CLIMAXED!! His tits shook wildly, his mind screaming as his body writhed as unmatched sexual waves washed over and over him! Again and again he climaxed, each stronger than before, the tool inside pumping wildly, not giving him a chance to think or breath!! A swelling, steel cock suddenly exploded, shooting deeply inside his shaking ass, spasming quickly, sending sparks again racing throughout his body and mind! Spurt after hot spurt shot into him, making him cry out with each, feeling each distinctly as orgasm after orgasm followed every one, sending him into a spiral of exhaustive darkness! He awoke in his bed, the image of a voluptuous brunette being fucked in the ass by a huge cock still playing in his mind. He couldn't believe what happened, or that he enjoyed it so much! His ass was a little sore, but other than that there wasn't anything else wrong. That is if you didn't count being raped in the ass, by his own cock no less! Still, for some reason, he wasn't altogether upset by it. In fact, if he were to be honest, he enjoyed it immensely and would be doing it again! He stretched in his bed, luxuriating in his ability to reach ever portion of his body at once. It was amazing what his body could do now, could withstand and experience! His orgasms were utterly mind-blowing! "Both cumming and going," he huskily purred with sexual humor. He sensed somehow that he had become somewhat agreeable with his present condition. He wasn't going to analyze it too much, thankful only that it made things a little easier for him. Maybe a good fuck was exactly what he needed! He turned over, his great bosom creating an obstacle to getting comfortable in that position, and saw the note lying next to his phone. Sighing petulantly, he picked it up fully realizing another change was forthcoming. For some reason this knowledge did not deter him from reading it, so he unfolded it and began. Dear Trixie, I know you're enjoying yourself. I demand you enjoy every aspect of your new life, yet still remember who you truly are inside. That's what gets me to laugh whenever I think about what I've done! Overly-developed, slutty girls turn me on a lot. Probably because they're so silly acting, always needing a smart man around to help them make decisions. Ha ha. Not too bad for a girl as hot as you. Right? Anyway, I wanted to let you know that there was one or two more changes I wanted to try out on you, just to see how they may change things around. Here's the first one; Your penis will disappear when you're not in the mood for a little girl/girl action, if you know what I mean. In other words, when you want to fuck a pretty slut, your clit will grow longer and thicker until you have that big, 10" cock back. And when you're with a guy it will just be your very pretty and sensitive girly slit. Oh, and it will be twice as sensitive as before. Sounds pretty good, right? Now for the second change; I like the idea of your breasts able to release a sweet tasting fluid that can make another very beautiful and sexy. It will cause them to grow huge tits, let's say a range from DD to an H cup, and widen the hips in a very sexy way. I like girls with wide hips and big butts! Remember that, my sexy slut! It will also slim their bodies should they be heavy or big-boned, making them delicate, sexy creatures intent only on sucking and fucking everyone else. And let's say their bodily dimensions will be similar to yours, though the hair color and length, facial features, etc., will differ as well as countless other small things that all help keeping us from looking exactly alike. And let's make these changes happen right now! Ahh, what fun you are. I look forward to fucking you shortly. I'll be in room 202 at the hotel just down the street from your house.