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"Reparations," said the Man in the Shadows. The way he spoke, so cool,
so calm... it brought a chill down Nick Martin's spine.
At 6-2, 250, Nick was a big guy, and just five years removed from being a
pretty decent Division III college football linebacker. This person he
was looking at... must have been going on 50 and was 170 pounds, tops.
"Why," he thought, "am I just standing here... scared to death?"
In truth, fear had nothing to do with it. Nick's drink had been spiked
with a sedative... and it wasn't fear he was feeling, but more an
impending loss of consciousness and an uncertainty of what he was
experiencing.
For all the Man in the Shadows powers, he was limited in that he could do
nothing if not in close proximity to his target. And he found the use of
a sedative to be his most effective tool.
Nick dropped to one knee, trying to steady himself. He looked up at the
man, trying to make out his face. He had just had two or three drinks
with this guy... why now could he not remember much about him? He
couldn't picture his face, remember his name... anything. All he could
do was look up into the darkness and ask... "Why?"
"Reparations," the Man in the Shadows said. "I have no quarrel with you,
but both your ex-wives do. I met today the young women with whom you
currently reside, and under questioning she too confirmed what I have
heard - you think of women as inferior and use them merely for your own
enjoyment. For such things, reparations must be made."
Nick could hear what was being said, but was having trouble parsing the
words.
"I see the combination of the drug, and my... well... let us call them my
'abilities' are taken their effect," said the Man in the Shadows. "I do
not have the time to explain all, but this envelope will. Read it when
you awaken. You will wish to contact me, but find you cannot. I will,
however, be watching you, and perhaps may make myself known to you should
it suit me. Good day."
With that, the Man in the Shadows stepped forward, and tucked the manila
envelope underneath Nick's arm and vanished. The last thing Nick saw was
a wisp of black smoke before his head hit the pavement.
AWAKENINGS
Nick awoke a few hours later. It was 5:27 AM according to the LED clock
on the liquor store sign. Was last night a dream? He knew it was not,
as here he lay, against the brick wall of an alley near the bar he
frequented... with an envelope next to him.
His head ached. From the fall? From the drink? From whatever that...
guy... did to him? Whatever the reason, he pulled himself into a sitting
position and reached up to feel if it was bleeding.
There was no way to determine which sensation struck him first. Was it
the hair? He kept his hair short and neat, a click or two shy of a buzz
cut. This hair was short, but it was ... thin and stringy. Or was it
his arm? As he moved it towards his head, he could feel the fat on his
non-existent bicep wobble slightly. Or his voice? His groan was not his
own. It sounded raspy from a night of drink, but it also sounded...
higher.
It was too much. It was overload. Instead of screaming he just looked
and felt everything he could. His body ... was out of shape, soft in the
wrong places... and ... female? As he unbuttoned his shirt he could see
and then felt a small pair of sweaty breasts lying on his now fat and
smooth stomach. His legs were thick and short, his face smooth.
He started to laugh. At first softly, and then when he heard the higher
voice he laughed more loudly. "There's no way," he thought. "There is no
fucking way."
What brought him to stop was the envelope. He didn't dream that. That
was real. He reached to open it, barely pausing to notice his pudgy
hands with slightly longer and shaped finger nails. As he did, he pulled
out a single, typed sheet of paper, and read.
To: Nicholas Martin
Re: Reparations
Mr. Martin. Yes, your body is 100 percent female now. You have for so
long treated women poorly, and since I have the ability to occasionally
right such wrongs, I have chosen to do so in this case. I am, of course,
being compensated for my time and trouble by the two lovely women you
once married and then abandoned - but can you begrudge me that?
What you need to know is this. I am not a monster. Neither gender is
superior, but I can not judge even the most pious person for choosing to
remain in their own gender over being forced to live as the other.
Still, you are NOT the most pious person. So you will be forced to live
as a woman... until such time as you have made up for what you have done
to the three women in your life. In each case they trusted you, they
loved you, they gave of themselves to you... and you discarded them.
THAT will be your fate.
You will find, quite against your will actually, that you will have an
ever-growing attracting to men. Not merely sexual, but in a way that
makes you pliant, submissive, and na?ve - all the things you brought out
in your women.
When a man chooses to take you, you will be his. And when he is done
with you sexually, he will have the immediate urge to discard you. This
will devastate you.
When this happens three times, we will meet again, as reparations will
have been made.
As you can see, the body you are currently in is not one you would deem
"attractive." That will make it more difficult for you to attract your
first man, I am afraid. But trust me, it will get easier.
Until we meet again,
The Man in the Shadows
P.S. As you can see, my abilities are quite spectacular. But I am unable
to manipulate things on a grand scale. So I am sorry to say that you do
not have a current driver's license, name, or anything to establish your
identity. You papers as Nick Martin still exist, but will be little help
to you. I apologize for the inconvenience.
Nick crumpled the letter in his small hands and threw it down the alley.
"What a crock of shit," he chirped, pulling his unfamiliar body to a
standing position. When he played football he battled some with his
weight, but adjusting to this size, and its lack of muscle mass, made me
very unstable.
Still, he looked to the just waking city street and spied his car,
intending to head home and find someway to clear his head.
"It's just a fuckin' dream," he thought as he crossed the street. "Just
an awful dream."
CAR TROUBLE
What was not a dream, however, was the Denver boot on his right front
tire. He had parked overnight on a resident parking street, and his car
wasn't going anywhere.
He reached into his back pocked, and pried out his wallet. His pants
being so tight around the hips with his fat ass, he found it difficult to
do. He opened it, and found four dollars. Not near enough for a cab.
Now, panic struck. He looked ridiculous in his clothing, not to mention
dirty. And his mind was reeling. He needed a phone. "I'll call
James," he thought, of his business partner, "he'll pick me up and drive
me home."
His cell phone sitting in his condo didn't help matters, but a pay phone
would do nicely. Still, with just four dollars to his name, he needed
some change... and no stores were open.
He passed two joggers on the street, neither of whom would stop to talk
to him. In fact, he could see the repulsion in their faces as they
looked at him, and he filled with a mix of anger and shame.
He lumbered up and down the street looking for loose change on the
ground. The whole act was humiliating, but it got much worse. His
balance still an issue, he tripped over soda can and landed straight on
his tiny breasts. It hurt and burned in a way he hadn't imagined, and
tears welled up in his eyes.
"You ok there miss?"
Nick looked up to find a homeless man staring at him with a bemused smile
on his face.
"Fine, just need a quarter for a phone call," Nick chirped.
"Oh, I can spare that for someone in trouble, but it'll cost you,"
chuckled the man.
Nick pulled himself up and tried to glare at the man, unsuccessfully.
Dirty and gross as he was, there was something... powerful about him.
"Cost me what?" Nick asked.
"Why a kiss, of course," he laughed.
The words hit Nick hard. He wanted to throw up, but he needed the money
and this man... this strong, confident man, was asking for something
reasonable.
Nick slowly leaned down and the man pointed a grubby finger at his own
cheek. Nick took a deep breath and moved in closer, trying to get it
over with quickly, when the man quickly turned his face so their lips
met. Nick was stunned. This man smelled so bad, the taste was nicotine
and garbage, and he felt his tongue... but he couldn't break the kiss.
The man reached up and started pawing at Nick's breasts, pulling him to
his knees as the kiss grew deeper. Nick was helpless. The pawing felt
good, the kiss felt good, this man... this wonderful man....
It was but a minute later when NIck was lying face up in the alley, his
pants down around his ankles. The man had kept kissing him, and was now
on top of him, pawing and groping him. Nick heard the sounds of the
city awakening, but all he could think of was how wonderful it felt to
have this powerful man be attracted to him.
He felt the man's cock poised at the opening of his new vagina, and then
felt it start to enter. He looked up at this man, and just as he was
being entered for the first time he heard him grunt and felt a wetness on
his groin and stomach.
The man laughed and rolled off of Nick, as Nick sat there... stunned.
"Here's your quarter slut," the man, said, placing a quarter squarely in
the middle of his cum spurt on Nick's fat smooth belly. Now get the fuck
out of here."
Nick looked at him with confusion in his eyes. "Couldn't I stay for a
while, please? I have nowhere to go."
"Go make your goddamn phone call, slut, and get out of here!"
Phone call? Nick knew there was something about a phone call... but that
didn't matter. Still, before he knew it, the man had pulled his pants up
and was doing the same to Nick's, pushing him out of his alley.
Nick stumbled out, trying to hold on to the man even as he was being
pushed, and made it just a few steps down the street before he collapsed
at the entrance to a coffee shop.
INCARCERATION
When Nick woke he was lying on cot and could hear people all around him.
"What did I do?" he thought, remembering the homeless man. He could
picture this disgusting man kissing him, he felt himself be briefly
entered, the cum on his belly - all of it, without the cloudiness and
lust that had overcome him.
He rolled over on his cot and threw up on the floor.
"Oh shit! Get someone in here to clean this shit up! This is a
violation of my rights!" he heard a women scream.
When Nick opened his eyes, he saw this woman, who he would later learn
was named Shira, staring at him with her hands on her hips.
"What the fuck you got to do THAT for, bitch?"
"Sorry..." mumbled Nick, in a voice which sounded different again. He
tried to sit up, and as he did so he was amazed how quickly he could move
his legs. He looked at them. They were still chubby, but he must have
lost 50 pounds at least. And as he sat up, there was no mistaking the
fact that he now had decent sized breasts. They wobbled underneath his
shirt, and the coarse shirt scraping against his nipples made him yelp.
He felt his head, and noticed his hair was thicker. His arms had more
definition too. He had definitely changed.
"The bastard said it would get easier," he said to himself.
"The WHO said WHAT?" Shira yelled. "Get someone in her, now she's CRAZY
too!"
"I'm not crazy," Nick said. "I'm just... I'm just tired." He wanted to
say more, but the words just weren't there. "My name's Nick."
"You don't look like no Nick to me," Shira fired back. You look like a
fucking homeless bitch is what you look like."
Nick had been through too much to take shit from someone right now,
especially a woman. "I happen to run a whole company, if you have to
know," he shot back. "So leave me alone."
"Oh, la-di-da! You hear that girls, we got a company owner here!" Shira
laughed. "Well what kind of business you in, miss business?"
"I... um....heh..." Nick blushed. He could picture his office. He could
picture some guy he worked with... but nothing else. "I work with a guy.
We do stuff."
He bit his lip in frustration.
"Well... that DOES sound important, now doesn't it?" Shira started to
laugh, and then lurched forward and shoved Nick hard against the wall.
"You listen to me, bitch," Shira hissed. "I don't want no crazy bitch
going on about nothing here right now, you get it.? Just sit here and
shut up, because you're giving me a headache. You understand?"
Nick felt weak and small, and just nodded. He felt a single tear in his
eye, but blinked it back. "Yes, sorry." He couldn't believe he let this
woman talk to him that way, or that he couldn't find the words to shout
her down. More tears came.
"Hey, what the hell is going on in there? Awwww, gross," shouted
Lieutenant Yates as he approached the holding cell. "Get up, miss, we're
taking you to the infirmary. NOW!"
Nick hoped off the cot, and stepped forward, slipping slightly in his own
mess causing his breasts to giggle. He heard the laughter of the women in
the cell, and turned bright red.
"Yes sir," he said, as he felt Yates grab him by the shoulder and point
him down the hall.
Even as this man pushed him, the feelings were coming back. A man in
uniform, a policeman, he thought. He felt a tingling in his vagina... a
wetness. And as he felt his new boobs jostling with each step, he
thought maybe he was more attractive now....
But even as he turned around to speak, the Lieutenant opened the door
marked infirmary and shoved him in. "All yours, doc."
Nick looked at the door, half wanted to after him. But even as he did
so, and Yates got further away, the desire faded.
"I'm Doctor Phelps," the older man said. "Sit."
Nick did as he was told, as he looked up at the man in the white coat. A
non-descript man, Phelps was middle aged, in reasonable good shape, but
with a sad, warn face which came from years on the fringes of real
medicine.
Phelps grabbed a clipboard and a pen. "Name?" he asked.
"Nick."
"Nicole?"
"No... Nick."
"You don't look like any Nick I've ever seen, honey." Phelps laughed.
"Fine, last name?"
"Umm.... Starts with an M?" Nick twisted his face. His name? He
couldn't remember his name? He grew frustrated and twitched in his seat.
"This isn't a game, honey. I need your name! If you're not going to
cooperate, you're a Jane Doe."
Nick just nodded. This man knew best. "Jane Doe," he said softly.
"This amnesia crap doesn't work, in case you're wondering, " said Phelps.
Jane thought he detected a bit of sympathy from the man, and it made him
smile weakly.
He tried awkwardly to smile more at the doctor, but he could tell that
Phelps was put off by how dirty he was.
"There's a shower in that room," Phelps said. "Go get yourself cleaned
up."
Jane rose and started to walk in.
"Leave the clothes here," Phelps said. "We'll get them cleaned for you.
Or thrown out if they detect anything."
"Yes doctor," Jane said, as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants
before stepping out of them. The doctor took note of the obvious men's
briefs, and the fact that when Jane removed his shirt, he wasn't wearing
a bra.
"We're just going to throw these away," the doctor said. "These obviously
are not yours, are they?"
Jane looked at him, trying to process things. But if the doctor said
they weren't his, that makes sense. "No, they aren't."
Phelps felt he had made the conversation go on long enough. He got a
good look at this one's tits. One of the best racks he'd seen in this
place in while.
Jane got in the showed and the water felt good. Although he found it
hurt when it hit his boobs directly, so he avoided that. Washing them
felt weird, as did washing around his vagina. This still all seemed like
a dream. But he was so grateful to this doctor. What a nice, strong
man.
The feelings rising, Jane stepped out of the shower, and walked dripping
wet back into the exam room. The doctor said nothing, but simply
unzipped his fly and let his cock out. Jane needed no more instructions,
as he got to his knees and took a cock into his mouth for the first time.
"Suck me off, now," said the doctor, grabbing Jane's hair.
Jane did as he was told. He sucked like he remembered being sucked. Or
was it like he had sucked before? It was confusing. He keep trying to
think of his name, or where he worked, but all he felt was this large
cock in his mouth, and his naked boobs bouncing on his chest as he
sucked. Jane felt it get harder in his mouth, and looked up to see the
doctor smiling at him. Jane liked that. Liked it so much she kept
staring at him and was surprised when the cock erupted in her mouth.
She swallowed what she could, but some dribbled out her mouth and fell
onto her tits. HER mouth? She thought briefly? HER tits she thought?
It was too confusing, so she just kept sucking until the doctor pulled
her away, his look of lust replaced with one of disgust.
"I know someone who'd have use of you," Phelps said. "But I have no
interest in seeing you ever again."
"No, please," said Jane... with confusion in her voice. " I..... love
you, I think. Please."
"You love me?" laughed Phelps. "That's a new one. "
Before Jane could say another word, she saw Phelps lean over her, and she
felt a prick into her rounded butt. The next thing she knew was
blackness.
REPARATIONS INDEED
The jolt of cold water in her face brought Jane back to sudden
consciousness.
"Shit, look at you!" laughed the large black man holding her tightly by
the right arm. Phelps was not fucking around with this one!"
Jane looked up at this man with fear, but it was quickly replaced with
lust. Stronger than before. Overwhelming lust. As he tried to move,
though, she felt a tugging on her chest. As she looked down she saw one
of the biggest pair of tits she'd ever seen.
"I... uh...I..." she squeaked.
"I ..uh...I uh..." laughed the man. "Those lips aint for talking, honey.
They're for sucking. And those tits are for fucking. Phelps told me
you're a woman with no ID. Just my kind of girl. You can call me Master
Milo. Now stand up and me get a good look at you.
"Yes Master Milo."
Jane stood up, Milo must have been seven feet tall. But she looked
around and started to realize maybe he wasn't so tall, but she was short.
Had she always been? As she turned her head, she felt her hair brush
against her naked back. Her hand instinctively reached up to feel her
new tits, and had to reach almost to their limit to reach her thick,
erect nipples.
As she felt her curvy hips, she reached her hairless pussy, and one
finger confirmed what she knew... she was wet.
"Ooh, you're ready for your master already, aint you pretty?"
"Yes Master Milo." Jane nodded.
Now Phelps said yous a Jane Doe. So I get to name you. You going be
Sugar Tits, from now on. That's your name. Say it."
"My name is Sugar Tits," Sugar Tits squeaked. Her mind was buzzing. She
didn't understand why he was telling her that.
"On your knees, Sugar."
Sugar dropped to her knees, and reached for Milo's big cock, trying to
pull it into her mouth.
"No, no Sugar...." he yelled. "You do what your MASTER says."
He shoved her on the ground and sat atop her belly, shoving his thick
black cock inbetween her tits. She kept seeing the head peak between her
large orbs, and each time she did, she licked at it and tried to keep it
in her mouth.
"Good, Good.... Now Shira, get the fuck over here with that thing."
Sugar looked up briefly to she a woman who looked somewhat familiar
enter, carrying a large blue plastic tube. Sugar just shrugged and went
back looking for her Master's cock from between her hot sweaty tits.
"Fuck her hard, Shira."
As Sugar was sucking, she felt the dildo get shoved up her pussy. It
felt so good and made her whole body twitch and writhe. Her mind was
imploding. All she knew was how good everything felt, and how wonderful
to have someone like Master Milo. His big thick cock was moving between
her tits faster and faster, and her own pleasure from the dildo growing
stronger and stronger.
She heard herself moaning as her first female orgasm crashed over her,
just as Milo pulled back and shot his load all over her face and tits.
The cum came and came and came, with some finding her mouth and its sweet
sticky taste causing her to moan with pleasure.
Milo stood up and looked down at her. You're really a disgusting bitch,
but I can make a lot of money off you. Shira, you clean her up and get
her read. We got some parties for her tonight. You'll be happy to do
what I say, won't you Sugar Tits?
"Oh yes Master Milo, anything." She tried to bounce towards him but he
kept her at arms length.
"You aint my cup of tea, bitch," he laughed. "But I'll give you a mercy
fuck here and there if you do a good job."
"Yes Master Milo, I'll be a good... I'll do a good job and stuff."
Sugar giggled. Did she always giggle? She thought she must. As she
shrugged her shoulders, her massive tits wobbled, and she felt a few
drops of cum sliding down them.
She scooped them up greedily with her fingernails and laid them gently on
her tongue.
"Mmmm," she cooed, even as Shira grabbed her by the arm and led her away.
ENDINGS
Sugar Tits was never kept far from Milo's sight, and her lust for him
grew every day. So too did the confusion in her brain. Eventually she
realized it was easier not to think of stuff, and just do what Milo said.
After all, some times he let her suck his big cock if she was really
good.
After a month with Milo, Sugar Tits was performing with Shira at a
bachelor party. Shira would basically instruct Sugar Tits to fuck some
guy, or put some object up her cunt, and she'd do it gladly.
Sugar had just finished blowing the groom to be and his entire wedding
party, when she was told to go on the balcony to clean herself up.
Standing naked and staring blankly forward, she reapplied her makup and
played with her huge titties, waiting until Shira called her back in.
She turned at the sound of the wind to see a man emerging from the
shadows.
"Hiya," she cooed.
"Hello Nicholas," the Man in the Shadows said softly.
With that, all the memories of the past few months came crashing down
upon Nick, and he leaned over the balcony, ready to throw up. The Man in
the Shadows walked slowly towards him, and pulled back Nick's hair in
order to assist him.
"You will not throw up, Nick, you feel much better," said the Man in the
Shadows. "Don't you?"
"I guess so," said Nick his hands roaming over his body even as he kept
spitting over the balcony trying fruitlessly to get the taste of cum out
of his mouth.
"You remember who I am, I take it? And you remember that I said that I am
no monster, yes?"
"Yeah," said Nick. "Well you seem like a monster to me! How could you
do this to me?"
"Reparations, as I have said. Plus, I was well paid. But now, I give
you a choice. Even now... you feel the desires in you, don't you? The
desire to suck my cock. To have me fuck you?"
"Go to Hell!" said Nick, with something less than conviction.
"I will take that as a yes." The Man in the Shadows chuckled. "Well I
can return you partly to your old life, if you wish it. I can remove
from you the compulsions you now feel, or I can return you to your own
body. You may choose."
"So I'd be me again? I'd have my own life back? Then why the hell would
I NOT take my own body back you ass?"
"Because your compulsions would remain. You would still be in deep love
with Milo. You would still want to fuck him, and to suck cock. Your
life would be much as it is now, but with...heh... slightly differently
clientele. You would be a very popular gay bottom, though. Take pride
in that."
"Fuck you!" spat Nick.
"Well that is your other choice. I leave you as you are now. With your
memories intact. Who you were, what you have done. But the good news is
you will no longer love Milo. Nor sex."
"Well... at least... that's something," Nick muttered.
"Of course, I should warn you... you still have no ID. Milo is a very
strong and dangerous man... and I believe you would actually be forced to
do what you have been doing all this time, or worse. There are certainly
men out there who enjoy the challenge of an unwilling, large breasted
slut."
Nick moved forward to slap the Man in the Shadows, but found himself
frozen in place, just inches from his face.
"Well, I see that you really are unchanged, Nick. And since neither of
those choices suited you, I will pick a third for you. When I leave,
you will once again become Sugar Tits. But your devotion to Milo will be
expanded to Shira, and anyone in Milo's employ. Also... and you will
feel a slight tugging, I've decided to help matters my increasing the
size of your breasts again. Oh and let's permanently devolve that brain
of yours, shall we? Words like breast and vagina, won't do for a girl
like you, will they?"
Nick stared, motionless.
"But once each month, you will remember who you were... for a minute, for
an hour... for different times. It will occur when you would least want
it to. During the most disgusting of your acts. I know your ex-wives
will enjoy that, Sugar Tits. So we can call the reparations complete. I
bid you well. And leave you with a small treat"
With that, the Man in the Shadows vanished, and as he did Sugar Tits felt
a wave of pleasure crashing over her. She looked down to see she had
stuck a large black dildo in her cunt, and smiled and giggled at how good
it felt. She couldn't wait for Shira to come get her so she could get
back to fucking all the guys at the the party.
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