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Jake, I think it's time you know about my roommate, Alyssa, and the
baby. This is a strange story, but hear me out. If you want to break up
after hearing it, I'll totally understand. But for the first time in a
long time I think I've met a guy, you, that I can have a future with,
and I don't want there to be any secrets.
This goes back a year, when my colleague at work, Alan, and his wife
Darlene were having their baby. Yes, that Alan. I know you've heard from
friends that I carried a torch for him for years. He was a sweet,
sensitive guy, and in many ways we seemed like a match. But Alan had a
thing for Darlene since college, and it shocked all of us when she
finally gave in and started dating him. When we heard they were going to
be married and she was pregnant, we were floored. Then again, Darlene is
a social climber and Alan comes from a wealthy family, so maybe it was
inevitable.
Just after the baby was born, I noticed something strange about Alan. It
was his chest. Now, I know Alan had gynecomastia when he was like 13 --
that's when boys start to develop breasts like girls because of a
hormonal imbalance, and while his breasts had shrunk, he has little man
boobs and larger than normal nipples. He was very self-conscious about
this, and you rarely found him at the pool or beach in a swimsuit, and
he never wore tight shirts. You know he's on the short and slender side
for a guy, and very cute with that full head of thick, medium-brown hair
and big brown eyes, and that didn't help the situation. He was teased a
lot when he was younger about them. But I couldn't help but notice when
he turned just so, his breasts seemed larger -- like pointy cones making
little tents in his shirt.
I asked him about it one day, and he blushed furiously. He told me that
Darlene was breast feeding, and she was producing so much milk that
every night she asked him to suckle her to relieve the pressure. I mean,
what guy wouldn't do that, right? Darlene is gorgeous, with her long
blonde hair and blue eyes -- even though her hair isn't quite that shade
of blonde naturally and she wears didn't contacts to make her eyes super
blue. Anyway, they both noticed Alan's breasts were growing, and her
OBGYN told them that the hormones in Darlene's milk were having a
simulative effect on Alan's breasts, causing them to swell. But the
doctor said the effect was temporary, and Alan could even continue
drinking her milk, as the hormones were subsiding rapidly in her body.
Alan looked so cute then. I mean, he skin was just glowing, and he
looked like this pretty cherub. It was almost like he had a pregnant
glow like Darlene -- which I suppose he did since they were sharing the
same hormones. He had also lost weight, a side effect of the hormones as
well.
About three months after the baby came, Alan took his planned three-
month leave of absence to take care of the baby while Darlene started
back to work. They had planned this all along, and I thought it was
really sweet of Alan. I stopped by to visit him one day, and just as I
was going in this tall, extremely good looking man was going out. It
turned out it was Darlene's OBGYN, Dr. Grey. And oh my god, is he
handsome! Tall and athletic, with little flecks of gray in his hair. I'd
guess he was about 40, so 15 years older than Darlene and Alan.
Anyway, I went inside, and it turns out Dr. Grey had just given Alan a
shot
to counteract the hormones in his system. The problem had gotten worse,
and Alan said Dr. Grey was treating him for the imbalance. Imbalance was
an understatement at this point. I mean, Alan now had b cup breasts that
pointed out of his t-shirt -- actually Darlene's t-shirt. He was feeding
the baby with a bottle, in a pink t-shirt and sweat pants, his breasts
poking out high and proud.
"Alan, what the hell???" I said to him.
He seemed to be in this dreamy state. "I know, I know. This has gotten
so ridiculous I can't even leave the house. Sorry if I seem out of it,
but after I get these shots for some reason I kind of get all sleepy and
... funny feeling. But Dr. Grey is so sweet to me, and tells me I'm
doing really well and how great it is I'm helping Darlene and how this
shouldn't last more than a couple more months."
"A couple more months!!" I couldn't believe Alan was going to have
breasts that much longer. Further, he said they were very sore and
tender. I asked to see, and he immediate lifted the t-shirt. Not only
were they swollen, but the nipples now were fully developed. The areola
and nipple has become raised and formed a second mound above the rest of
the breast. You really need a bra, I told him, which Alan said Dr. Grey
had recommended. Unfortunately, Darlene was a c cup (after a boob job),
and hers wouldn't fit. Later that day I brought him a couple of mine --
34b -- which fit him well enough. These were just plain cotton bras, but
you'd think I'd given him the Hope Diamond, he was so happy. I showed
him how to put it on, and, with his long thick hair back in a ponytail,
I swear he looked just like a young woman standing there in just bra and
shorts. Darlene's shorts, by the way.
After that, I tried to call him every day to see how he was doing, and
the news was never good. Darlene was spending less and less time at
home, the baby had colic because of the formula, and Alan wasn't getting
any sleep. The shots from Dr. Grey continued, but his breasts got bigger
and bigger.
One Tuesday when Darlene was on a business trip and Dr. Grey couldn't be
reached, he called me in a panic and asked me to come right over. When I
arrived, I was greeted at the door by a woman who I first thought was
Alan's sister, Elaine. She had cute bangs and layered hair that framed
her face and big brown eyes, just as I remembered Elaine. But Elaine was
never this curvy. This woman had a tight t-shirt on that displayed
rounded, large c-cup or maybe even d-cup breasts.
I looked again, and almost fainted. It was Alan.
"Oh my gosh, what's happened to you?" I practically screamed as he
hustled me inside.
"I'm not sure," he said, tears flowing down his smooth cheeks. It's like
no matter what Dr. Grey tries, my chest continues to develop, and look
at this!" He turned around and his rear had filled out as well. He had a
bubble butt that most women would die for, and it was packed into a pair
of super-tight jeans.
"Why are you wearing those?" I asked, once we'd settled upstairs in his
bedroom.
"They're the only things that fit! Darlene took her sweat pants, and
every other comfy piece of clothing has disappeared from the house.
Since my body is so feminine, she took me to her salon and had my hair
styled like this, and had laser electrolysis done so I won't have to
shave. It's actually better to go out as a woman then to have people
stare at me as some kind of freak."
Just then the baby started screaming, and he looked even more
distressed. "This is why I called you over," he said. "I'm having this
weird ... reaction." he looked down as I saw wet spots form over his
nipples.
"You're lactating?"
"It started this morning when the baby cried. My breasts had gotten
really heavy lately, and the sound of the baby crying just makes it
start. What's worse, there's no formula in the house..."
"Don't tell me, you actually breast fed?
"I didn't have any choice. I was spurting all over the place and the
baby wouldn't be quiet. And now it's time for another feeding. At least
it helps the colic. Would you bring..."
"Sure," I said. I brought the baby in and sat, fascinated, while he
lifted up his shirt, pulled down his bra, and two completely ripe
breasts spilled out. The baby immediately latched on, and I saw this
look of calm and contentment slowly come over his face.
"I don't know why this feels so good. Once it starts, I just like to sit
here and feel myself ... nursing."
When the baby was finished, I watched Alan expertly do a changing, put
it to bed, and then change into a new top. This one was low cut, and
showed amazing cleavage. He caught me staring, and a strange look came
over his face. It was like ... pride.
"Ah, Alan, how do you feel about your ... cleavage?" I asked him.
"Well, it's funny. I used to be so ashamed, but lately I get this warm
glow when someone notices my breasts. I was in the store the other day,
and a couple of college guys were checking me out, and I noticed I took
my time walking past them, and made my boobies bounce a little when I
did."
"ALAN, what is wrong with you. You're not gay!"
"I know, I know. I'm not attracted to men, but I'm just so ... I don't
know ... proud of how I look now. Did you notice I'm wearing some
makeup? My wife left me these CDs that explains all about how to do it.
The cool thing is, I just listen to them when I'm asleep, and when I
wake up, it's like I just know what to do. I've even gone out shopping
for girl clothes. Do you like these jeans? I just bought them
yesterday."
"They are really cute," I had to admit. "And your hair is darling. It
looks like you're grown expert with a curling iron too."
"Yes, that's part of the programming. I woke up one morning with my
headphones on, and Dr. Grey and my wife were hovering over me in bed. It
was so weird. My breasts were exposed, and Dr. Grey was giving me a
breast exam. He says that since they've grown so quickly, it's important
that I'm checked for breast cancer frequently. He does it at least once
a week, and is totally thorough. It used to hurt, especially when he
pinched my nipples, but now it feels kind of good. I actually moan now
during an exam, which Darlene thinks is hysterical."
I took this all in, and realized sudden what was going on. I'd been such
an idiot!
I hugged Alan then, feeling nothing but pity for my friend -- and yes,
one-time lover -- who had been so shamelessly manipulated by his
scheming wife and her perverted doctor. I took those CDs to an expert,
and sure enough, while they did teach all kinds of things about being a
woman -- from how to dress, to makeup, talk and walk seductively --
they also had a subliminal level which said things like: You are happy
being a woman. You only feel secure when people see you as feminine.
Male attention makes you happy. You are sad if men do not notice you.
You love to flirt with men. Breast feeding is a wonderful experience.
You feel content and at peace when you breast feed. You love being a
mother. They even described how to give a perfect blowjob
Those messages, combined with the hypnotic drugs Dr. Grey was obviously
feeding him, have essentially rewired his brain for motherhood. And in
looking at Alan's computer, I also discovered some extremely disturbing
video clips. The worst one shows Alan in just panties leaning back
against Darlene who has her arms around him, playing with his nipples.
He's obviously been drugged, though he is conscious. You can hear her
whispering in his ear: Repeat after me: My breasts are beautiful, I love
when Dr. Grey touches my breasts. I love when he pinches my nipples. He
is a real man. I love real men.
This continues for ten minutes, with Alan gradually starting to repeat
what Darlene is telling him, word for word. Then Dr. Grey comes in, and
... well, Darlene squeezes Alan's breasts together. Dr. Grey is naked,
and you see him, well, he slides his penis between them and cums all
over Alan's chin and neck.. Darlene patiently puts the cum on her
fingers and feeds it all to Alan while she's giggling like an idiot. Oh
yes, and she's having him repeat how much he craves the taste.
I went to the police with this evidence, but it was too late. Darlene
and Dr. Grey had left the country, and Alan's trust fund had been
stripped, with all the money wired to an overseas account.
What choice did I have but to take Alan in? I gave him the name Alyssa
and explained to him what happened. Now that he's free from the drugs --
except for the hormones, which have been implanted in him and which will
be active for years, we're told -- he understands intellectually at
least that the programming is heavily influencing his thoughts and
emotions.
We've gone out as girl friends lately. Though he hates doing it, we use
the breast pump and leave milk for the babysitter to feed the baby. He
may be 25, but he looks and acts more like a teen girl. He's obsessed
with fashion, loves to flirt, and his voice gets higher and more
feminine as the weeks go by. Because of that he couldn't get his old job
back, but instead I got him a job as a secretary at another firm. He
seems perfectly content, and loves wearing tight outfits and flirting
with all the male clients, which is an asset in that business. Of
course, he loves being a mother -- he can't help that.
I'm actually jealous, to be honest. I mean, he has a killer figure and
such a pretty face. It turns out at one point Dr. Grey had a little
liposuction done on him, which is why his waist is so slender. His
testicles are so atrophied they'll never work again, and his penis has
shrunk. I mean, it never used to be that big, but now it's tiny.
So that's the whole story. Look, as I said, I think we have a real
future together. I know you've been with Alyssa -- you can't help that.
She is so sweet and sexy, and her long hair and breasts are gorgeous.
Don't worry. Drinking her milk isn't going to affect you. Now you know
why she never wanted to go all the way, and why she always wanted to
give you blowjobs. She still craves cum, anyway. We saved up enough
money so she can have sexual reassignment surgery -- that's where she is
right now, recovering in the hospital -- and live her life completely as
a woman, though she'll always be obsessed with her looks and pleasing
men.
What hospital is she at? County General, why?
Where are you going? You can't be serious! Come back!
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