Pinki Ne Pahli Bar Maje Liye
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Mick Fillmore was experiencing that odd feeling again. There was a
weird tingling that ran up and down his spine, along with a mild
lightheadedness. He sat down on a kitchen chair and took a deep breath.
One reason he was alarmed was that his health was usually so good. He
didn't smoke, drank very little alcohol, and walked every chance he got.
He was short and slender, in his early 20s, with no reason he could
think of to feel this way. As he waited for the odd sensations to pass
his wife Tammy came into the room. She put her hand on his shoulder and
eyed him with concern. "Are you all right, honey?"
When he told her he was having another of the episodes he'd been
experiencing, she asked if he had been taking the special vitamins Dr.
Gingold has given him. When he said he had taken one that morning she
got the bottle off the counter, poured him a glass of water, and had him
swallow two more. "Really, dear," she said confidently, "I'm sure
these'll fix you up in no time."
He stood shakily and she gave him a reassuring hug, pressing her full
bust against his narrow chest. Despite the way he felt, Mick began to
get aroused. His wife was extremely sexy. She tilted her face down to
his -- she was several inchs taller than him -- and gave him a deep
kiss. His excitement mounted. Tammy ground her hips against his front,
feeling his swollen manhood, all eight thick thick inches of it. Though
he wasn't muscular and had almost no body hair or beard, that one thing
over-qualified her husband as masculine.
She whispered to herself, "But not for long."
He said, "What?" but she just shushed him.
"I called Dr. Gingold earlier," Tammy mentioned, "and she said that
giving you two of your vitamins at once would trigger all the effects
from having them building up in your system for these last two weeks."
"Really? I didn't know that was how vitamins worked. I thought
they..."
Suddenly he fell silent. She walked him to their bedroom, where new
pink satin sheets had been put on the bed. Tammy helped him undress and
then assisted him onto the mattress, where she got him comfortably on
his back. Her hands ran lightly over his body, maintaining his elevated
sexual state. She smiled down at his impressively large erection and
stroked it tenderly, saying in a soft voice, "Bye, bye, baby."
His eyelids fluttered and then he was unconcious. Mick stayed that way
for two days, during which she gave him several sponge baths and helped
him to sleepwalk to the bathroom to relieve himself. Then it was time
for her spouse's awakening.
"Mink," Tammy called sweetly. "Time to wake up. Come on, cutie."
Why was she talking to him that way, Mick wondered. And what was that
she was calling him? He got groggily to his feet and allowed her to
walk him to the side of the room, where she stopped him in front of her
closet. Then she opened the door so that the full-length mirror mounted
on its inside was directly in front of him. Mick gaped at the image he
was confronted with, not comprehending. Before him was a nude, smooth-
skinned, feminine figure with budding breasts and sweetly rounded hips.
She had short blond hair that had been styled into a pixie cut. Her
lips were slightly full, suggesting a perpetual pucker. The sight made
his cock tingle and, at the same moment, he noticed something odd about
the female's crotch. She had -- what was that? -- a miniature penis
growing there, shorter than his pinky finger, with two tiny testicles
that resembled marbles. Confusion whirled through his mind as he
suddenly came fully awake. He was staring into the mirror. He was
getting turned on looking at his own reflection. And that immature
member between her -- or rather HIS -- thighs was what had once been his
sizable cock, his one source of manly pride.
"T... Tammy," he said, his voice for some reason higher than normal.
"What happened to me?"
"Now, Mink," she said, using that unfamiliar name again. "Let me
explain. For awhile now I haven't been happy with you in bed. Sure you
were well hung, but you had no technique and always came too soon. Way
too soon. So Dr. Gingold offered me a simple solution. She felt that
if we made you less manly, you'd have to try harder to please me
sexually, and at the same time you'd get to see matters from a more
girly perspective."
"B.. but," he squeaked, "I can't go to work like this."
"No problem," she said with a sly smile. "I've already spoken to your
boss, Mr. Harm, and he'll find other work for you. He's also putting
your salary directly into my new private account to simplify the
handling of our finances. Oh," she added as an afterthought, "and those
papers I had you sign three weeks ago put all of our property and
savings into my name exclusively. You won't have to worry about any of
those silly money matters, Mink."
She stepped behind him. As he tried to find words to protest what she
had done to him with those supposed vitamins, she reached around and
caught his pert nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, then began
to toy with them. Mick moaned and squirmed, overcome by waves of
passion. She kept it up until all he could think of was the desire for
more. Then she released him and stepped away. His first instinct was
to beg her to resume teasing his modest breasts but he kept himself from
doing that. He wanted to hold onto his pride and make her reverse what
she had done. Mick told her, "Now listen, Tammy. This isn't right.
You have to change me back right now."
In his new, honey-dipped voice he didn't sound at all forceful. She
merely smiled at him and patted him on the cheek, saying, "Now, sweetie,
that's not an option. Not unless you have an awful lot of money and, as
I just told you, every penny of what was ours is now mine alone. On the
other hand, if you cooperate and let this process run its course, and
you learn to be a more considerate lover, we can discuss reversing it
after that."
He wanted to know, "How long will it take to... let it run its course?"
"What did Dr. Gingold say?" Tammy wondered out loud, as if it wasn't at
all important. "Oh, yes, only six months."
"Six months?" he echoed in horror. "But that'll be like forever."
"No it won't," she said, "because I'll keep you very busy learning to be
a proper young lady."
She gave him a few moments to absorb that news, then went on, "Unless
you'd prefer to give me trouble and lose the option to have the
treatments reversed. You can stay like you are now without any chance
of getting back your missing -- "
She looked down at his miniaturized dick. " -- your missing seven
inches."
She chuckled at the way she had said that.
Mick put his hands modestly over his bosom. "I guess I don't have any
choice," he said in surrender.
She told him, "Like I explained, it's up to you. You can try to earn
back your manhood or not. I kind of like the idea of having you this
way. And who knows? You might decide you like it, too."
How could she even suggest that? The thought of remaining trapped in
this pink, hairless body, so female, and having to speak in his new
girly voice, appalled him. He held his lower lip between is teeth and
noticed how full it was. His former identity had been stolen from him
in so many ways. Then he reluctantly said, "All right. I'll try."
She grinned at him and responded, "I'm sure you will, Mink, unless you
want to stay as cute and sexy as you are right now."
She turned away and leaned over to fluff her pillow. "Let's go to bed,"
she told him. "Seeing you that way has gotten me horny. You're going
to have your first lesson in satisfying me with your pretty mouth."
He froze. Mick had never done that for her. It had always seemed so
unmanly. He watched his wife's attractive bottom wiggle as she turned
back the covers. His tiny balls were already throbbing with need. He
wondered how he would get his own relief, the way he was now. Then he
hurried to perch himself on the edge of the mattress. It wouldn't be a
good idea to make a bad start of this. The possibility of having to
endure this transformation even a day longer than he had to was
unthinkable. Mick was determined to become his old self again.
She had him stand back up and undress her slowly, making him stoke and
kiss each portion of her fabulous body as he uncovered it. Mick was
soon panting, his mini-dick standing up, a mere two inches at full
erection, and proportionatly slender. Denuded of pubic hair, his crotch
looked pre-pubescent. Shame made him blush as his new inadequacy, even
as he finished undressing his lovely wife. She stretched out on top of
the sheets on her back, letting her shapely legs drift apart. Without
thinking, Mick assumed the missionary position. She laughed softly and
told him, "I don't think that's where you belong, lover. You can try if
you want. Go on, use that little sprout between your legs and I'll see
if it gets me off."
Not expecting to be able to fulfill her with his shrunken member, but
desperate for stimulation for himself, he pressed his ridiculously small
erection between her moist labia. It felt incredibly good to him. He
sighed and moved his hips back and forth a bit, his arousal mounting
higher than it ever had before. If only she would let him finish, he'd
be deeply grateful and then he'd be able to think more clearly, as well.
He put the entire limited length into her and pumped furiously. She
said, "Are you in yet? Oh, is that all there is? Your tongue is bigger
than that little nothing, I'm sure."
Still he tried to gain his own relief. She let him go on, making a
spectacle of himself with his huffing and puffing, and high-pitched
girlish squeals, until he was achingly frustrated. Then Tammy said, "I
think I forgot to mention, Mink, that you can get it up, get yourself
totally excited, but there's no way for you to get any release. I
didn't tell you that, did I?"
She snickered nastily. "So take that little plaything out of me. It's
as small as a lipstick tube. A pink lipstick tube."
"W... what?" he piped. "I can't cum? B... but I'll go out of my mind
if I can't finish."
"Dr. Gingold says it's more like it'll change your mind, make you
totally obsessed with my pleasure, since you can't get any for yourself.
Won't that be interesting? If I have a pretty little male lesbian who
gets off on getting me off, and becomes addicted to doing that because
she can't have her own fun, I might just decide that I want you to stay
the way you are. Maybe make you even more girly. But right now you'd
better get your doll face down between my legs and convince me that I
shouldn't make your make-over permanent right now. You really need to
keep me very, very happy, Mink."
Poor Mick, facing the possiblity of an entire life in his new body, did
as he was told, reluctantly using his tongue and lips to stimulate his
eager wife. She coached him briefly and soon had him pampering her
pussy exactly the way she desired. Not letting him rush his efforts,
she kept her husband down there for an hour, and she enjoyed three
quaking orgasms. Yes, Tammy told herself, this was going to be sooooo
much fun.
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