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PINK LIPSTICK 3
by Throne
Mike hesitated at the door. In that filmy nightie, with his modest
breasts on display, and his face made up the way it was, he didn't
want anyone to look at him. But he had no choice. If he disobeyed,
his wife Tammy could make the changes in his body permanent. That
possibility chilled him. He put his trembling hand on the doorknob
and turned it slowly, then swung open the door. His eyes went wide.
It was his boss from the office. In his altered, piping voice, Mike
said, "M... Mister Harm." The tall, broad-shouldered man smiled down
at him with amusement. "Well, Mink, if I'm going to re-hire you as a
young lady, I have to get a look at you --- and you look ravishing.
Aren't you going to invite me in? Or do you want to risk having some
passerby see the new you?" Mike gasped and stepped back to allow his
employer to enter. Mr. Harm strode confidently by and Mike had to
struggle to keep up in his high heels.
When they reached the livingroom, Tammy was sitting on the sofa,
ankles crossed, looking very pretty. Mr. Harm greeted her with
familiarity and sat in a wing chair opposite. She looked at her
husband and said, "Mink, bring us the bottle of red wine that's in
the fridge and the two chilled glasses. There's a lovely silver tray
on the counter that you can use to carry everything." In mild shock,
he went to the kitchen, aware of the picture his swaying bottom made
as he exited the room.
When he returned they were just finishing up some chit chat about a
TV reality show about fashion design, and then Mr. Harm said, "So,
when will our girl be ready to begin making my office look extra
sexy?"
Tammy eyed her husband knowingly. She said, "How about in two weeks?
The final changes are about to begin. If you think his little titties
are cute, wait until you see how they grow in the next 14 days."
Mike was horrified. His hands went involuntarily to his budding
breasts. It was bad enough the way they were already. The idea of
them expanding -- quite a lot, it sounded like -- stunned him.
His wife went on, "And he'll get softer and rounder all over. I
think you'll like what Dr. Gingold's concoction does to that butt,
too. I've already started picking the wardrobe he'll -- I mean she'll
wear."
"Really?" He wanted to know, "What kind of image are you working on
for her?"
"I want Mink to come across as a sexpot trying to look conservative
but not quite succeeding. Everything will be just a bit too
revealling, slightly too tight. I'm sure all the guys will be
mentally stripping her with their eyes." He laughed.
"Speaking of stripping her," he said hungrily, "I'd like to see the
goods, even if I won't be sampling them yet."
Tammy gave her husband a cool glance and told him, "You heard your
boss. Show him the goods. Panties down, girl."
Mike didn't want to move that dark crotch panel and reveal the
shrunken condition of his genitals, not to Mr. Harm. Why was his boss
so eager to see the most shameful transformation of his employee's
body? Mike's hands moved slowly but he could only postpone the
inevitable for an extra half minute before he had to hook his thumbs
under the waistband of his panties and pull them down to mid-thigh.
Suddenly Mr. Harm was wearing a broad grin, amused and for some
reason excited at the same time. As the made-over man straightened,
his earrings swung forward and back. His pinkly lipsticked mouth was
pulled down into a humiliated frown. Tammy told him that he was
supposed to smile when his boss was around, so Mike forced himself to
look very different than he felt.
His employer nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is exactly
what I dreamed about. I am sooooo glad you convinced me to invest in
Dr. Gingold's research." Mike's mouth fell open. All at once he
understood. Mr. Harm had paid for this to be done to him because...
because he... WANTED a she-male like Mike had become so that he
could...
"Look at that," Tammy said to Mr. Harm. "I think our little Mink has
finally figured out the game we've been playing --- and that she's
the prize." The tall man laughed softly. "Indeed," he said. "She's
first prize and I'm the winner." He reached out and lovingly tweaked
Mike's protruding nipples.
Waves of erotic stimulation rolled through Mike's body and he had to
hold his breath. Again he was seized by conflicting feelings. It was
dreadful to be touched by another man that way but, at the same time,
he relished the attention, the knowledge that he was attractive to
his boss, and the excitement of not knowing what would come next. Was
it the result of the drugs Tammy had been feeding him? Mike couldn't
really be feeling -- desire? -- for the strong, good looking, well-
dressed... Oh no, he WAS. It had to be the drugs, he told himself,
yet didn't completely believe it.
"I can't wait until she's ready to come to the office. That two
weeks is going to seem like forever. Still, I know it'll be worth it.
More than worth it."
Tammy ordered her husband to go and get them some imported Italian
cookies from the kitchen. As he hurried off, the heels and half-mast
panties making his walk feminine, and maybe his own efforts adding a
little to that, he could feel Mr. Harm's eyes on his swinging
posterior. It was so shameful. So why were his nipples hard as they
could be?
When he returned with the snacks on a small tray they were sitting
there chatting, Mr. Harm complimenting Tammy on the way she had made-
up Mike's face and done his hair, and Tammy telling him she could
give him any look he wanted. "Wellllll," said the casually confident
man as he accepted a cookie from the bent forward Mike, "I might want
to see her in something, you know, slutty. That'd be fun, especially
after her boobs fill out. And I do mean OUT."
They shared a hearty laugh at Mike's expense as he straightened up,
blushing and biting his lower lip, afraid to do or say anything that
might displease them. After all, they had the power to keep him in
his new body for as long as they pleased, maybe for always.
TWO WEEKS LATER
All the men in the office noticed the new girl as she entered. Sure,
she had on a stylish blouse with a high collar, and a black skirt
that was respectably long, though not too long. But as modest as what
she wore was, it couldn't hide her generous curves. The guys were
mentally taking the measurements of her impressive rack, most of them
guessing around 38 inches, with a double or triple D cup. And her ass
pressed out against that well-tailored skirt as if it was trying to
split the back seam. She had her hair in a cute pixie cut and her
cosmetics were conservatively applied (except for that bubble gum
pink lipstick), but the fullness of her mouth and a hint of fear in
her eyes made her seem eager to attract and at the same time
frightened of what might result. They all wanted to bed her. Their
lascivious thoughts were cut off when Mr. Harm appeared and
introduced her to everyone as Mink. The women eyed her dubiously,
seeing the poorly concealed sexuality she possessed and reacting to
it very differently from the males. Minutes later, with his heart
beating rapidly, Mike was led into the largest office on the floor by
Mr. Harm, who then closed the solid door --- and locked it.
He sat in his luxurious wheeled chair, leaned it back slightly, and
nodded at Mike. "This is too good to be true. Don't you agree?"
Tammy had repeated the lesson many times that her husband was to be
always cheerful and agreeable around Mr. Harm, so he said in a
whispery girl's voice, which was the only voice he had now, "Yes,
Sir. I'm very -- happy -- to be here." He licked his enlarged lips
and, before he was done, realized how that must appear to his boss.
Surely he hadn't done it on purpose. Or had he? The easygoing man
waved him closer and indicated the space between the chair and desk.
Mike put himself there, nervously aware of how close it put him to
those long legs, that broad chest, that...
"Now open that cute shoulder bag your wife gave you to carry this
morning," Mr. Harm suggested.
When Mike did, he saw inside the things that might be expected:
wallet, housekey, pens, eye shadow, pink lipstick. Under all of them
was something that he was told to take out. It was a length of soft
material with a thick padded backing.
As he unfolded it to its two foot length Mr. Harm said, "Now lay
that on the floor in front of my feet. That's right. Good girl. And
kneel on it."
Mike found himself crowded into the knee space under the desk, his
face in front of Mr. Harm's crotch. He was instructed to undo his
boss's belt, open his trousers, and lower his zipper. Then, to his
utter shame, he had to reach into the fly of the man's boxer shorts
and fish out his cock, which was impressively large and already
beginning to engorge. Mike thought sadly of his own deflated organ.
He also felt a strange attraction to the sizable member that was
still in his hand. Why hadn't he let go of it? Mr. Harm suggested
that he give it a few strokes and soon it had expanded to an
impressive nine thick inches. Mike gaped at it, his mouth open.
The man in the chair laughed and said, "I see you're eager to get
your pretty pink lips around my meat. Go ahead, lover girl, but only
put the head in your mouth. I'll take my time training you to
deepthroat me." Mike shuddered but leaned forward and lowered his
face so he could fit his mouth over the bulbous knob. His boss told
him to remember the three S's -- "Suck, Swirl, Swallow." The she-
maled man whimpered at the same time he began practicing the first
two S's.
Mr. Harm watched intently as his private, transformed sex slave
obediently and, it seemed as Mike/Mink went on, eagerly performed.
After about fifteen minutes, between moans, Mr. H told Mike to begin
using his hand on the shaft again, to run it up and down, and to
massage those big balls with his free fingers. The sexual temperature
in the room rose as both of them experienced sensations that thrilled
them.
Mike finally had to admit that, whatever the reason, this was what
he wanted now. Mr. Harm was in Sex Master heaven. He put one large
hand on the back of his sucker's head. It went on and on until he
knew he was ready to spurt. He warned Mike to get ready. Then the
seated man's hips jerked once and he released his heavy load of thick
cream. It flooded Mike's mouth. Because he had taken in just the head
of that impressive cock, the entire contents of Mr. Harm's balls hit
the roof of his mouth and tried to fill every available space before
Mike belatedly remembered the final S. He gulped down the copious
amount of warm, salty spunk, and it somehow felt (and tasted) natural
and right. He didn't stop teasing that suddenly precious cockhead
until he was told to. Then he sat back on his heels and offered an
uncertain smile to the man who had just taken his oral virginity.
"That was perfect, Mink. I can see that you love sucking cock. Don't
you?"
The kneeling she-man nodded.
"And you'll be getting endless opportunities to do it. In fact, I
have two friends who share my tastes and after I've had you all to
myself for a while I'm going to let them enjoy you as well. We'll
even have long weekends at my place out in the country, with you
modeling all kinds of naughty outfits for us, posing for pictures,
and entertaining two or three men at once. What do you think of that?"
Mike said with complete honesty, "It's what I want, Mr. Harm."
"Excellent. And one more thing, Mink. Because this has all worked
out so well, I'm going to have Dr. Gingold make all your sexy changes
permanent. Your wife has already agreed to let us do that. After all,
you'll still be her male lesbian lover when you're at home. How do
you feel about that, about us giving you this new body permanently?"
Mike/Mink looked up at him seductively and fluttered his thick
eyelashes. He licked a spot of cum from the corner of his full, pink-
lipsticked mouth and said, in his best bedroom voice, "I'm delighted.
And I'll always be ready to thank you the way I know you want." It
even felt good to Mike that he couldn't cum himself and that he would
always be horny around his new owner, as if to further prove how
devoted he was to Mr. H's pleasure.
"That's my girl," Mr. Harm said, nodding approvingly. "Now why don't
you kiss my balls while I tell you about the hot slut wardrobe I
bought and have ready for you to slip into and show off for me." And
that's exactly what Mink did, smiling happily all the while.
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