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This is only my second story. Had the idea for this in my head for a
while but needed to work out the kinks (no pun intended). As much as I
loathe seeing "part one of nineteen" of stories here, I think this might
have the potential to be a series. Interested in your thoughts and
feedback. As always, please be firm, but gentle. Kisses.
The Vamp-Ire Diaries
This was easily just as good as everybody said it was, thought Taylor as
the buxom young co-ed with pinup girl looks gave him what had to be the
most amazing blowjob of his life. "Vamp's" really lived up to its
reputation. There was even a rumor that sometimes guys come in, the
lucky ones, and then disappear in coital bliss for sometimes weeks or
even months. Some, it's said, never return. Tonight it was his turn to
finally find out if what was purportedly the most smoking head of all
time was all it was cracked up to be. He liked the fact that they kept
it a college-age club. Like some bars that discriminate against younger
folks-- you know, those "25 and up" bars, this strip joint on the
outskirts of town was for people of age, but no older than 30. Period.
No 50 year old men hogging all the good talent with promises of trips and
cars and boob jobs. No this place kept the 'creepy old guy' element out.
And the girls were all of that same age bracket too. No one under age to
be sure, but no one past the big three oh.
This didn't come cheap though and everything from drinks to dances to
'the champagne room' all came at a premium. As a result, guys his age
really only went there for like a bachelor party, or after Christmas or a
good day at the track or something. It wasn't cheap by any stretch of the
imagination, and so unless you were the kid who invented Facebook, there
really were no 'regulars' to speak of, unless it was maybe once or twice
a year. Quarterly for the rich boys.
In addition to being exclusive and expensive, it was known for girls who
gave smokin' head and weren't hesitant to swallow, liked it even.
Sometimes, on 'bailout nights' there was a blow-fest with one or two
girls. Everything about the place's reputation preceded it, and at least
in Taylor's eyes, it met or exceeded all expectations.
The final 'kitch' to the place was the whole vampire theme. All the
girls had these miniature 'fangs' on their top canines. Nothing to really
make the shape of the mouth protrude, and not to long, but definately
pointed, and noticeable when they smiled broadly. Some of the guys said
this was part of the secret of the excellent head, occaisionally feeling
those teeth glide oh so close to their most sensitive parts. Taylor
wasn't sure what it was exactly that made his eyes roll into the back of
his head, nor did he care as he grabbed ahold of the sides of her head
and screamed in exctasy as he blew his load right down her throat and she
easily and eagerly gulped away.
Now Michelle was sort of the average stock of Vamp's stables, young,
buxom. She couldn't have been more than 23 and at about 5'2", blonde hair
and a 34C she packed quite a whallop in a cute little package. She wore
a typical ensemble for the place, black patent leather 5" open toed
'hooker heel' slingbacks which showed off her french pedicure as the cute
little toes peeked through, an almost not even there black lacy ruffled
skirt that was basically like a band around her waist, just shy of
covering up the red panties underneath. The bra matched the panties and
barely held in her ample busom. Perfect but not overdone makeup, large
hoop earrings and long but not too long fake fingernails to match the
toes. She smelled like flowers and sex and had the most beautiful pair of
DSLs Taylor had ever seen.
Never before had he come so hard or so far down a girl's throat, and
never in his life had he seen someone so eagerly and hungrily slurp down
every drop of cum. Soon as my tax returns come back, I'm so coming here
again he thought to himself.
Michelle finished knobbing on his cob, and, like a pro, milked the shaft
and licked that last bit of man goo sexily off the tip while she looked
straight up in his eyes, somehow smiling and pouting at the same time, a
face she'd learned to perfect over time. Taylor thought he'd come again
just looking at her, jeez.
"Thank you," she cooed.
"Oh no," he said, catching his breath, "thank you."
"Don't speak too soon," she said in a cautionary tone as she started
licking his balls, putting one, then both in her mouth and swirling her
tongue almost from memory, or like second nature.
"Whadda you mean?" he kinda sighed and moaned at the same time.
"Look, ....(smack, lick, suck, pop)..." she said as she licked his
nutsack and intermittently popped his balls in her mouth and licked and
sucked on them and popped them back out....getting a word or two in
between slurps.
"Look, you're a really nice guy....(suck pop)...I got nothing against you
(pop suck) it's just that your number has come up..(suck pop).....Sorry."
What are you talking about was what he meant to answer back, but all he
got out was "Whaaaa....?" before one of each of her 'fangs' penetrated
his scrotum and pierced one ball each. It was the most searing pain he
had ever felt in his entire life. Just as quickly and before he could
react or move, each fang somehow 'sucked up' and drained each ball until
they were the size of raisins. as she released her mouth he fairly passed
out from the pain and shock of what had just happened.
He felt dizzy and light headed as he lay on his back on the floor of the
private room. The fuzzy figure of Michelle got up off her knees and stood
over him. His whole body felt warm and numb. His head felt light and he
literally couldn't feel his body. It was like when your arm falls asleep,
but all over. Vision was blurry at best but he could see the outline of
Michelle standing over him seem to get bigger. He heard what sounded like
the stretching of rubber or plastic and then he heard a pop as Michelle's
feet flung to the left and to the right like she was kicking. It looked
like she was kicking off her shoes as he heard them crash and clomp
against the wall and floor.
He heard the sound of clothing tearing and saw the flip of her head as
Michelle pulled her hair back in a ponytail and secured it with a
scrunchie. He saw her cracking her knuckles, things started coming into
focus though he was still numb. She seemed much taller and was snapping
off the fake nails from her fingers, or at least trying to. She started
pawing at and ripping off what little clothing she had on and it was then
that 'she' came into complete focus. Taylor saw staring down at him a
much taller naked man pulling out big hoop earrings with a sigh of
relief.
Since no one came in or out of the room he surmised that this man must be
what used to be Michelle. He felt somehow smaller as he looked at this
man's comical looking painted toenails, but the nail had grown to become
a size 11 foot so only the polish from Michelle's 7's was on the nail
surface. His chest felt heavy and he felt a pillow of hair around his
head as he started to regain feeling again. First in the extremities,
fingers and toes, then arms and calves, thighs, torso. He felt no pain,
but he almost immediately felt an absence of something he'd grown quite
fond of and would quickly miss. Where his 7 inch cock and balls once were
there was nothing. His heart raced as sliding his hand between his legs
quickly confirmed what he was feeling, or rather, not feeling. That
familiar weight between his legs was gone. He had no cock. In it's place
there was a vagina. while raising up and inspecting his hands and arms he
noticed how soft and small they looked, and how this weight on his chest
seemed to move when he moved his arm. Tits, Oh my god I have tits! he
thought. Confused and truly on the verge of a panic attack, he sat up,
causing his now shoulder length auburn hair to drape, looked up at
Michelle confused and pleadingly.
Michelle was busy stretching his arms out like he just woke up from a
long nap, his voice was much deeper than the mousy one that cooed at him
before as he said, "I definately gotta get a haircut first thing," as he
rummaged through a purse on the stand in the corner to find a compact and
look in the mirror. "Oh yeah! I'm BACK baby!" he said excitedly. He
cupped his own nuts and grabbed around what had to be about six inches of
cock semi-flaccid. "Oh I missed you guys....yeah!"
Taylor whimpered and Michelle suddenly remembered there was someone else
in the room. He looked down at Taylor and seemed to read her traumatized
mind before she could speak.
"I know you've got to be very confused and disoriented right now ok?" he
said in a somewhat soothing but still authoritative voice. The kind of
voice a parent would speak in to a scared child who didn't want to get a
shot or go to the doctor, but was going to anyway.
"Like I said, it's nothing personal, it was just your number that came up
tonight," he explained. "You aren't in any pain," he wasn't asking as
much as just stating. "But you're a girl," he said matter of factly.
"You're basically a female version of yourself. If you had been born a
girl, this is probably what you would look like and how you would have
developed."
Taylor's face and eyes seemed to plead, "Why?"
"See, I'm a man, and i always have been. My name is Michael. I came here
three months ago and the same thing that just happened to you happened to
me, except, I was kindof a dick back then. I was kinda rough and a little
bit abusive both physically and verbally to the girl I had here. She
seemed to relish the fact that I was her number and after she did what
she did to me, she explained everything just the way I'm going to explain
it to you."
"Did you ever notice how there always seems to be different girls here
all the time.....scratch that, no one does, because no one is coming in
regularly enough to notice, but if they come in twice or four times a
year- it always seems there's a different group of girls."
"Lemme just break it down for you-- you've been bit. On the outside you
look and sound in every way like a girl. I took the lifeblood of your
balls and sucked them up to get my lifeblood back. Now you have to
rebuild those little raisins. I'm told when you turn back that
everything's the same as before, just 2 little fangmarks on your
ballsack."
Taylor looked at Michael's balls and Michael himself lifted up the sack
and inspeted them himself.
"Yep, there they are."
"You said turn back, how do I turn back?" Taylor squeaked. Stopping short
after realizing how high pitched 'her' voice now was.
"You're not gonna like this, and when I first heard it I thought it was a
lie.....but.....you're a Vamp now. run your tongue across your top teeth.
Feel anything different?"
Taylor nodded.
"It's a good thing you're sitting down. Basically, you have to suck a
hundred dicks. That's the spell."
Taylor's soft brown doe eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"But I....." she started.
"I know I know, but you're not gay, you don't know how, yeah yeah yeah, I
got it. Well guess what, you're gonna make yourself learn how and learn
fast okay? Because that's the only way you're gonna ever get out of the
situation you're in. Unless of course you 'like' being a girl. Which is
fine too, we get a lot of those, you'd be surprised."
Taylor gulped at the story that was unfolding before her.
"Now I'm gonna do you a solid and give you some tips that I never got and
had to learn the hard way," he said.
"Number one- whatever you do to this body stays with this body," he said,
pointing at his still pierced ears and waving a now incredibly unfitting
half manicured hand.
"So don't let your so called 'girlfriends' get you drunk and talk you
into something stupid," he said as he turned around and pointed to the
small of his back, where he still sported a tribal pattern 'tramp stamp'
with the word 'cumslut' written in the center.
"That one's gonna be a tough one to explain to the ole girlfriend....if I
still have one."
Taylor giggled softly and then quickly felt bad and stopped herself,
giving a timid, "Sorry."
"No, it's ok, it's my own stupid fault. Here's another thing, and this
one, I cannot stress enough how important this next one is," he paused.
"When I say a hundred, I mean a hundred 'different' guys with one hundred
different sets of DNA. Don't just do a hundred blowjobs because take it
from me, you won't remember everyone, and you're gonna get some repeat
business. So you may be at a hundred suck-offs, but you may have had the
same guy once or twice before and now it's really only at 98 but you
don't know it. Err on the side of caution and suck a few more dicks than
you need to. TRUST ME."
Taylor looked at him quizzically.
"I got to what i thought was my hundredth, and so I bit a guy just like I
bit you. Well, HE changed, but nothing happened to me. So then my number
started back at zero,"
Taylor's jaw dropped.
"Oh wait it gets better."
"Because the guy I bit was what they call an 'innocent' -- meaning he
wasn't a jerk, he didn't smack me around, it was just his blind dumb
luck...they had to do a 'bailout night'- yes, those actually happen. I
had to then blow a REAL hundred different guys so I could change back
into a man, so that I could let the guy I bit start his counter."
Puzzled look.
"See the person who bites you, when they change back to a man, they have
to fuck the person they've just turned into a girl before the new girl's
counter can start."
Michael explained on but Taylor only half-listened as she realized that
not only was she in for sucking off a hundred different guys, she was now
about to get fucked. What did she do to deserve this she thought.
"So I had to suck off a hundred guys, then I had to bite someone whose
'number' had come up, I turned into a man, fucked her to get her counter
started, I then had to fuck my 'mistake' girl to get her counter
started," he continued. "She then had to suck off a hundred guys, and
then, since it was my mistake, she got to bite me back, turn me back into
a girl and fuck me, freeing her, and starting my counter back at zero,"
It was all a fog to Taylor. So much talk about numbers and dick sucking
and keeping a good count.....which was all overshadowed by the fact that
she was about to get fucked.
"Trust me, I realize now I was lucky. If this place didn't exist, there'd
be no way I could suck off a hundred guys all in one night. They only do
it to set things right for an innocent though. If I hadn't fucked up like
that I probably would have been out of here in three weeks instead of
three months."
"Bailout nights" get the crowd worked up-- they do most of them in a
boxing ring set up center stage. You and sometimes maybe another 'girl'
dick after dick side by side for all the crowd to watch....I mean they
take it to a room for the 'bite' part though. Don't wanna scare off all
the customers right?"
"You won't menstrate, you have no ovaries, you can't get pregnant. But
you do have a vagina and a clitoris and can enjoy sex. The only way it
counts though is the blowjobs and ingesting their cum though. You're
still you, in your head and deep inside. You can't tell anyone, and they
wouldn't believe you anyways. But even though you were born a boy and
will turn back to one later-- the tradeoff for working here and getting
your ticket punched fast is, you have to be one of the 'girls'. You
basically have to do and act like the cute college hottie working in a
strip club that you now are.
Taylor blushed at Michael calling her a cute hottie and then wondered why
that made her blush and felt awkward.
"You have to dance on stage, strip, tease, coo, giggle, flirt, give
lapdances and try to entice guys into the 'champagne room' and basically
do things that repulse you.. if you're straight, act like you're loving
it the whole time, and line up as many blow jobs and suck as much cock as
you can as fast as you can, and swallow, in order to get your old body
and your old life back," he said. Oh, and as an added bonus- money,
tips, jewelry, anything you get or make, all goes to 'the house'. They
figure they're doing you a favor by giving you a platform to do your
'penance' and knock all your blowjobs out quickly and efficiently. They
do screen everyone, so there's no herpes or VD or any of that to worry
about. Just plenty of clean healthy pipes pumping sweet white hell down
your throat every day 'till you leave. These guys are making money hand
over fist."
"Then, you have to pick some poor unwitting soul and do the same thing to
him as I've just done to you," he said apologetically. "Like I said,
nothing personal. I was even a little bit over 100 to give myself a
cushion this time. I wanted to wait for it to be like some jerk or
something. You know, someone who really deserved this kinda
punishment...kinda like I did....but in the end I'm just tired of sucking
cock and I want my old life back, and you were my ticket.
"Who? Why?" squeaked Taylor, still unaccustomed to her new voice.
"Don't know for sure, never met the 'queen bee', not sure if she even
exists. The dressing room gossip is that a long time ago, there was a
woman....... you know what....it's kinda complicated and I don't even
know if it's true. We'll save that story for another time. Right now my
nuts are literally aching from all this built up, swallowed up sperm,
plus the life force I drained from your nuts......which are buried inside
you. You'll feel them starting to build back up as you go along. Anyways
honey, just lay back down and let's get this over with quick ok?" he said
as he knelt and gently pushed her back onto her back from her seated
position on the floor.
She complied without a fight. Resigned, defeated, trembling. His cock had
to be nine inches hard now and it was about a foot away from her
inexplicably moistening crotch. Why was she wet? Was she excited? Maybe
just nerves. Probably better it was moist for what was about to happen
anyway though she thought.
"You'll find that a 'let's get this over with' attitude will be pretty
much what pervades your existance....unless...you know....unless you
kinda like it. Like I said, it happens."
He held her by the nape of the neck as he slowly but deliberately slid
his throbbing member inside her. She whimpered, then screamed as the
length of started to penetrate fully into her virgin hole. Tears started
forming. It wasn't from the pain, it didn't hurt as much as she thought,
it was more from the resignation to what was about to become 'her' life
for the forseeable future. He sucked and nibbled on her nipple as
started rhythmically fucking her in earnest. She was surprised at how
amazing this felt and never realized just how erogenous nipples were.
Wow. How could she like any of what was happening to her she thought.
Fortunately for Taylor, Mike was so pent up that he was only about 2 to 5
minutes past being a 'two-pump chump'. But when he came she thought she
would be popped off his cock like a champagne cork. There was just so
much.
"Aaaaaaaaaghhhhhhh. Ooooooooooooh. Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god," he
came and came and came. She could feel his penis throbbing inside her,
cranking juice into her like a caulking gun, oozing out the sides,
leaking from her gash.
"Oh my god that's quite possibly the most amazing orgasm I've ever had as
a guy," he said. "At least you'll have that to look forward to when it's
your turn huh," he held her close, their sweat soaked bodies stuck
together. He rubbed against her face and started kissing her. His face
felt rough and scratchy and she didn't like it. She squirmed out of his
grasp. What did he mean by the most amazing orgasm he's had 'as a guy'?
Were girls' somehow better she wondered.
"Sorry, I know it's weird, but it's the first time in months I've felt
the soft smooth skin of a woman, I was always the one that got nuzzled
on," he explained. "Get used to it, at least for a while," he quipped.
"You gotta sell it and act like you love it. Faster you hit 100, the
faster you're done," he said matter of factly. You can have a taste of my
jizz of you want, just to start to get used to the taste. I don't count
though, you're now at zero. The first 20 are the worst," he said.
"Sorry again kiddo. If it's any consolation, you make a cute girl. You'll
probably be out of here in no time. Take care, and remember everything I
told you, 'kay?" he said as he grabbed Taylor's now useless boxer briefs
and put them on.
"The pants are a little snug, and short. I'll put your shirt on over 'em
to hide the fact that I can't button 'em, later," he said
unceremoniously, as Taylor laid in a pool of sweat and semen. Between
sobs, and for reasons she never fully understood, she did what he said
and stuck a finger in her pussy. She drew a thick fingerful of cum to her
lips. She smelled it first, accidentally getting a dab on her now pert
little nose. She shook her head like a boxer being given smelling salts,
then she stuck her tongue out and wiped her cummy finger on it. She
swallowed quick and made a sour face.
"Ick!" she said out loud to no one. The she started crying some more.
This was certainly going to be a long.....well she didn't even know how
long she would be like this or how long it woud take, but became
frightened at the prospect that....... the quickest way for it to all be
over, would for her to be the best little flirty cocksucker she could be.
Dammit.
Epilogue
Taylor teased her auburn hair in the dressing room mirror before she put
it into pigtails. She expertly applied eyeliner, curled her eyelashes
and hooked in her dangly earrings. They'll close up, she thought to
herself, referring to the piercings in both ears.
"Unless I wanna keep 'em," she giggled as she turned her head and cupped
her ear, admiring how her earrings complimented her outfit.
Mike was right, the first 20 were the hardest. Now I've got a rhythm
though. I'll be outta here in no time she thought to herself.
"And now gentlemen, give it up for everyone's favorite naughty schoolgirl
- Miss Taylor."
"That's your cue," one of the girls in the dressing room said.
Taylor was glad she got to keep her same name. It was kindof androgynous
and she didn't have to worry about learning a new name or what to call
herself like some of the other girls.
"Yeah, this'll be over in no time." Though she thought she just was
thinking it, she actually said that part out loud.
"That's what she said," clowned one of the other girls.
No worries. Taylor was focused as she strutted up to the stage, expertly
walking in black Mary Janes with a 5 inch heel, one foot in front of the
other, swaying her hips, white knee socks, a pleated 6 panel plaid skirt,
white schoolgirl shirt hiked up and tied in a knot showing off her
middriff, upper buttons open, causing her 36D's to pop just right. The
earrings and the makeup 'made' it she thought, but the little horny green
lollipop she was licking certainly didn't hurt.
I've got three guys in three different rooms to blow after my time on
stage, that should put me almost at fifty and it's only 10pm she thought
to herself. Woo hoo- almost halfway there she mused. I wonder if I'll
still walk and strut like this for a while after I change back she
thought....or if I'll still like a nice cock up my ass every once in a
while like I do now. Wait what? What was that last part? She suddenly
worried that she was getting too invested in the role here. I need to
get outta here. I need to get me a whole bunch of cock and liters of jizz
down my throat fast....so I can get out of this mess! Dammit!
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