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Kristen's Story: A forced Feminization PART 2
by Alana Bonetto
They buckled my arms and my ankles securely. Despite my fear and anxiety
at being taken here against my will and bound to a chair, I felt
lightheaded, almost elated. My head floated as if I had done a popper, as
I would sometimes do at a disco with friends, or before a night of savage
coupling with a hot slut.
Jim said, "Sit back and enjoy the show, hon. I'm sure it'll be an
unforgettable cinematic experience!" They all laughed again. Again, I
wasn't in on the joke, but the popper-like high had me giggling all the
same.
The black bouncer guy, Jason, went to a rotary dial on the wall and dimmed
the lights. The scene opened on a naked man taking a shower. His back was
to the camera. He soaped his chest, groin, and then his hands moved slowly
behind him, methodically washing, almost caressing his tight buttocks.
Embarrassed, I wanted to look away, but every time I turned my head, Lance
the surfer dude would grab my ears and force me to look at the screen. I
was dizzy from the drugs, but not unpleasantly. Maybe it was the drugs or
the camera lens, but everything looked soft and fuzzy, like a romantic
movie. I was having trouble thinking clearly. There was a kind of freedom
in that, to give up thinking, to abandon, to submit. I sometimes secretly
envied bimbos. Nothing was important for them. Everyone catered to them.
They smiled all the time. They were happy, always happy because they never
had to think.
"Hee Hee Hee Hee," I giggled again. And then to Jim, "What's happening to
me? I sound like a schoolgirl."
"Be quiet, hon" Jim said, "And watch the movie."
"Okee Dokee," I said and suppressed another giggle.
The man in the shower shut the faucets and turned around. At that moment I
realized it was Jim. He threw back his long, wet black hair and combed it
with his fingers. His handsome rugged face was serene, his sensuous lips
pursed. Despite my efforts, I couldn't keep my eyes from traveling down
his muscular, hairless torso and resting on his enormous, fully engorged
cock. I tried to tear my eyes away several times, but Lance took hold of
my ears and forced me to look. I studied Jim's hairless crotch and the
long, thick shaft that jutted at an upward angle from it. I fixated on the
bulbous, purple head that pointed directly at my face. The skin of his
manhood was so silky smooth, so inviting, so mesmerizing.
And that's when it happened. My panty-covered crotch began to tingle, my
own cock began to inflate, and within seconds my cock was painfully
tumescent, stretching the white cotton panties to the limit.
"We have lift off!" Said Jim, and all the men began to laugh.
Back in the movie, a young woman entered the scene. Thank God! I can focus
on her. She was much shorter than Jim. A midriff t-shirt barely concealed
her double D funbags. A thong was all she wore to conceal her crotch. Jim
swept her up in his arms and began to kiss her passionately, his tongue
mingling with hers. He lifted her t-shirt and kneaded her full breasts.
Her nipples responded by quickly stiffening until they projected out at
least half an inch from her pink aureolas. She moaned softly as Jim's
strong hands reached down and began to rub her snatch with two fingers.
His other hand squeezed her beautiful ass.
Suddenly he pushed her away and ripped the thong from her body. The girl
gasped as he grabbed her and forced her to the floor, entering her and
pumping, the taut muscles of his ass flexing as he rammed her. She began
to howl with pure pleasure. The camera cut to her perspective, looking up
at Jim as he moved on top of her, a light patina of sweat covering his
face as he smiled and grunted. He lifted himself up on extended arms so I
could see the muscles of his stomach and his cock burying itself
repeatedly in her open, wet slit.
My eyes closed. My head swam. I might have been conscious and I might have
been dreaming, but I myself began to feel intense sexual pleasure. It
seemed like I myself was fucking, my cock going in and out. But then not
my cock. A cock was in me. I dreamed I had a pussy and Jim's monumental
cock was ramming me and I could feel every luxurious inch as it plumbed
the depths of my womb.
I opened my eyes and looked down between my legs. There was Jim, the real
Jim, licking and sucking my rock-hard member, his head bobbing up and
down. Lance and Jason were rubbing my chest and pinching my nipples from
behind the chair.
I screamed "NO! What are you doing!? I'm not gay! Please! I'm not gay!
Stop! St?"
Jim thrust his middle finger into my ass, and I came like I'd never cum
before. The waves of ecstasy started in my cock, but moved upward in a
tsunami of joy and release all the way up to my head. Not once, but
multiple times. My mouth opened and I shrieked with pleasure each time.
This was not right?no, this was goddamn WRONG, but it felt so damn good,
unlike any wild orgasm I'd ever had.
When my body was spent, Jim tucked my shrunken cock back inside my panties
and stood up.
"How do you feel now, Sweetie?" He said.
I spat at him. "Fuck you!"
"All in good time," he said. They all laughed.
I screeched and struggled to break free of my bonds. There were three of
them, but I didn't care. I'd kick their asses or they'd kick mine. I
needed to defend myself, to prove I was still a man. The drugs had made me
weak, though, and after a few minutes I stopped struggling and yelling,
and began to sob.
"There, there, Sweetie," said Jim, patting me on the shoulder. "You've had
a rough few days, but I promise things will get easier. Let's get you back
to your room and I'll bring you some food. Today you learned how it feels
to cum like a girl. You have earned two tokens for how quickly you
responded to the behavior modification. You can use them in the clinic
store to buy nice little things for yourself."
I passed out.
***
One day passed or maybe more. I'd lost all track of time. I woke up naked
in the dark room and sat up quickly. My head still spun. My upper arm was
sore where I could see I had been given several injections. I looked down
and was shocked to see that my chest had grown. Two small breasts hung
there, fat nipples protruded from now large, pink aureolas.
I went to the mirror inside the secret closet and looked at my naked body.
How long had I been out? My thighs had somewhat thickened, my hips had
definitely widened, my ass had rounded and grown larger. I was shorter. I
couldn't see my six-pack anymore because my stomach had developed a small
layer of fat. I'd once had a square jaw. I don't know how they did it,
but even that had softened into almost a heart shape. My lips were now
thick and lascivious, my eyes larger and slightly slanted upward. My hair
had continued to grow and lightened. It now touched my shoulders in a
tangle of soft curls. And those breasts! Though not large, they were
clearly breasts, and I was clearly turning into a girl. Oh, no! My God! I
was being turned into a girl! Then I looked between my legs.
"What happened to my cock!?" I yelled out loud. It had shrunken. My nine-
incher was now no more than three or four, with a nut sack that looked
like a tea bag.
"Where the hell did my balls go?" I asked myself, then realized the only
way to go was up. Up inside me.
There was a pink tank top and a matching mini skirt in the closet along
with a light pink thong. They were the least offensive clothes I could
find. There was a bra, too, but I absolutely refused to wear it on
principal. It was also way too big. I put the top, the panties and the
skirt on. I checked myself in the mirror. The skirt and top fit so
perfectly. I caught myself thinking how cute they looked on me. I shook my
head violently to clear those thoughts from my head, and went back into
the room.
There was a tray of food on the table: a sandwich, some fruit, and what
looked like some kind of protein drink. I didn't want to drink it, but an
overpowering thirst compelled me to, so I downed that first, then gobbled
the sandwich and the fruit. When I finished, I noticed that there were two
round metal coins on the table. They looked like poker chips. I left them
there for the moment and lay on the bed. A depression settled over me, a
helpless, hopeless depression. Would I ever get out of here? Can I get my
body back, or am I doomed to live as a she-male freak? I missed me. I
missed my strong body, my attractive face. I began to think of how hot I
had been, how all the women, and even the men, watched me in the gym as I
lifted weights or practiced yoga. I thought of how my male body had moved,
and it began to make me horny.
I released my shrunken cock from the thong and began to touch myself. I
thought of women: big-titted bimbos sucking my whore-choker until I
couldn't take any more and shoved it into their sloppy quims, spattering
their vaginal walls with hot, slick cum. I thought of young, fresh
eighteen-year old girls and how fuck-eager they were. How willingly they
took instruction and let me force their heads up and down on my cock. I
thought of older women and their slow burn. How they loved to have their
pussies sucked and their asses plumbed with my stiff baton.
But no matter how smutty I imagined it, nor how poetic the words in my
head became, nor how hard I yanked my pathetic, shrunken dick, I could not
get hard.
I sank deeper into a funk.
I fell into a semiconscious state. I don't know how long I was that way.
Maybe days, maybe just a few hours.
Suddenly, the door opened and Celeste came in.
"Hi there, baby! I haven't seen you for a while."
I brought myself up on my elbows, and stared at her through half closed
eyes. She came over to the bed and sat down.
"You've changed quite a lot in just a few weeks," she said. "You are
'shaping up' quite nicely. My husband's formulas work especially well on
you."
"What... what are you talking about?" I said.
She pointed to my chest. "You've got a nice pair on you already."
I look down at my chest. Even through the tank top I could see that my
breasts had gotten much larger. They were at least a B-cup now. How long
had I been laying there? The changes were either coming very quickly, or
I was drifting out of consciousness for long periods of time.
"I was feeling kind of horny, so I came down here to see if you needed a
little company." She lifted my miniskirt and peeled off my thong. She
laughed." Oh my! It's gotten so small. I don't know if you can satisfy me
with that. You may have to go down on me to make me cum."
My penis had indeed gotten smaller. It couldn't have been more than a few
inches long now, and my scrotum had shrunk so much that I could barely see
where it was.
Celeste went to work on my cock, running the tip of her tongue quickly up
and down the short shaft, popping the tiny cock head in her mouth. She
worked on me for a good ten minutes, but nothing happened. She took off
her clothes, lay back on the bed and told me to eat her pussy. I obliged
her half-heartedly.
"Good girl," she said when I thrust my tongue deep into her hole. "Oh,
you're such a good girl!"
My face flushed with shame and rage. "Stop calling me that! I am not a
girl, damn it! I like women!"
"So why don't you get hard, baby? Maybe it's time you started admitting to
yourself what you really want."
"Yeah? Okay. What I really want is to get away from you psychotics and
take back my manhood."
Celeste smirked. "You might still think like a man, but you are not
completely a man any more; in fact, I don't think girls really turn you on
any more, do they?"
"Of course they do!"
She repeated, "So why don't you get hard, baby?"
"It's all the drugs you're giving me! They're in my food, in my water.
Somebody comes in here when I am asleep or unconscious and gives me
injections. I can feel the soreness on my arms from the needles."
"It's a small price to pay to be gorgeous."
I don't want to be gorgeous, damn it!" I jumped up from the bed and swept
the food tray onto the floor. "I am a man! Let me out of here!"
"Calm down, baby, or I'll have to call Jim to restrain you."
At the mention of Jim I stopped dead in my tracks. My mind jolted back to
the image of him in the shower soaping his naked body. My fat nipples
stiffened and my small cock hardened immediately.
She pointed to my dick. "You see? That's who you really want."
"No. I don't. I'm not gay. I don't like guys."
"You are right and wrong, hon. You are not gay, but you do like guys." She
got up from the bed and reached for my tiny, hard cock and stroked it. She
kissed my ear and whispered, "Why don't I call him in here, baby? He can
fuck both of us." She stuck her tongue in my ear, then said, We can both
cum on his huge, hard cock. It'll be so delicious."
"No!"
Still stroking my cock and whispering in my ear, she said, "You've seen
his cock. It's so big and thick." She bent to flick one of my nipples with
her tongue through the thin fabric of my top. Spasms of ecstasy passed
through me. "His shoulders are so wide. Mmmmm. His pecs so cut. He's so
hot, isn't he, baby?"
"Yes?I mean NO! What are you doing to me?"
"We can go down on our knees together and share him with our mouths," she
whispered.
"No...I..." My eyes rolled back in my head as she stroked me rhythmically
with two fingers. She lifted my top and began to suck on my nipples. I
began to moan.
"You want me to call him, baby?"
"No!" My mind was locked on the image of Jim's muscular ass as he fucked
the girl on the floor of the bathroom.
"You want him, baby?"
"N-No...Oh God..."
"You want his hard cock?" She nipped my nipple lightly with her teeth.
I broke. The anticipation of future pleasure was too much for me. "Yes." I
said. "I want him. I want his hard cock.
"Beg for it, baby."
"Please, Celeste. Call him in here so we can suck his cock."
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