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Bill Williams was up late again. Bill wasn't exactly up solving the
world's problems or curing cancer. Bill Williams, Caucasian male, 45
years old was up reading fiction on the internet.
His favorite sight was the Neatolibrary of gay and lesbian fiction.
Especially the transgender stories. He tended to read those with his
shorts around his ankles.
However, this night he found a new one. StoryObsession.com. This sight
had it all. Male to female transformations, age regression caught with
consequences TV stories, petticoat punishment stories, there was no end
to it. Bill bookmarked the site without hesitation and resolved that he
WOULD be back.
Bill finally shut down his PC after hours of reading feminization and
caught-with-consequences stories. He only had five hours to sleep for
work but screw it, After all, it wasn't as if DynaTech was vital to the
national interests, they were professional bill collectors.
The next morning, Bill woke up ate a couple of toaster pastries and went
to work.
That night he read more stories on StoryObsession.com. His favorites
were the transformation stories that used applied phlebotinum and showed
ex-dudes enjoying, or sometimes NOT enjoying their new femininity. That
was primarily because to be quite honest, Bill Williams' life was in the
dumper. He was divorced and half his pay went to his ex-wife, and he
drove a Ford Fiesta that he bought from an auto-trading newsletter. He
lived in a one-room apartment and had no kids.
Months went by with the same routine of Bill logging on to
StoryObsession.com.
Finally after a long night spent reading stories on his new favorite
sight, Bill felt ill. Tired, and sore, and even a little nauseous. Bill
closed down his PC and got up to go to bed. He made it halfway across
the room and collapsed.
The next morning, Bill woke up on his back at the foot of his bed. Still
in his Atlanta Hawks hockey jersey and boxerbriefs, his standard
sleeping garb. He sat up and felt a set of C cup breasts shift into
place on his chest. He also realized that his hair was considerably
longer than it had been, almost halfway down his back. Bill felt between
his legs and,...jackpot. One genuine true to life vulva and vagina. Bill
lifted himself up by the footboard of his bed and stood on at first
unsteady feel, then after compensation for the slight shift in center of
gravity, Bill walked/ran to his bathroom.
She was beautiful She had long dark brown hair deep blue eyes and a face
with lips that looked made for sucking,...That was when it hit Bill square
in the face that he was not looking at some woman, that was his own
reflection! He said, "No,...fucking,...way."
The higher pitch of his voice was as surprising as it was alarming. This
was not him, who in the hell was she and why was she wearing his hockey
jersey and underpants? Bill walked/staggered out of the bathroom and
grabbed the phone, and then he put it back, who was he going to call,
his boss, he'd never buy this? His friends? Same story. What the hell
was he supposed to do?
Bill took off the jersey and pushed the underpants down to the floor and
realized before he did anything more that a fantastically sexy naked
woman was in his apartment. The fact that she was actually his own
transformed self, did not keep the sex starved middle-aged divorcee from
running his hands impulsively over the curves. This body had fantastic
tits and Bill could not help playing with them, and tweaking the nipples
between his finger tips. The bonus was that he was not just giving the
sensations, but receiving them, and the electric darting sensual
feelings from his breast, (His breasts? WTF!!!) caused his vagina (His
vagina? DOUBLE WTF?!?!?!) to lubricated and open slightly. Bill kept one
hand on his left breast while his right hand went 'downtown' and began
caressing the folds of warm/hot flesh between his legs. Bill rubbed and
caressed and then used two fingers to penetrate his new sexual orifice.
He did so because it felt very, VERY GOOD remarkably different from
jerking off, but right then it did not matter.
Bill was rewarded for his self pleasuring by an orgasm that overtook him
and made his legs wobble and caused him to squeeze his eyes shut, but
instead of immediately losing interest, Bill felt the need to keep
going, and so that was exactly what he did. Fondling his breasts and
frigging himself and working his body to a fever pitch. After another
orgasm he had one hand on and in his vulva and another hand on his butt.
Bill remembered how some women liked being spanked and experimentally
slapped his butt at the part where it met the leg. That felt fantastic,
and Bill let himself have a couple of more swats as he kept frigging his
vagina. He said aloud, "Oh, yeah, you filthy old bastard, you LIKE that
shit, don't you, you LOVE this shit!"
He felt a sudden chain of orgasms, each stronger than the last wash over
him and literally bring him to his knees on the floor. When he was
finished, he finally felt sated and his mind came back to practical
matters. He called his boss's work number and told him, "Hi, is this Mr,
Wannamaker? Yes, this is Bill Williams' next-door neighbor, He is not
going to be able to come into today, and he may be out for the next few
days. ...What,...what does he have? Well I don't really know, but sir, it's
a DOOZY, I don't think you would even recognize him, the way he woke up
this morning,...yes, I think it's some kind of VIRUS, seriously, I think
he picked it up from wandering around in the wrong places too often....yes
sir, I'll sure tell him."
"Bill hung up and looked down at the naked female form his eyes showed
him and said grimly, "Yeah, some kind of virus, a real knockout."
Bill rummaged in his wardrobe and came up with a tank top undershirt. He
put it on and tied the slack material off just under his new breasts
hoping it would serve as a makeshift brassier. Then he looked for his
oldest and tightest pair of briefs. He found them but there was still
enough room in the crotch to carry a load of groceries. Bill then donned
a pair of jeans and belted then tight around his waist and put on a pair
of sneakers with three pairs of socks to help them stay on his feet.
Finally, Bill put on his Atlanta Braves starter jacket, grabbed his
wallet and keys, and headed out the door. Where was he going? He didn't
know, but then it hit him, he needed women's clothes, underwear
particularly, because his new tits were a couple of goldilocks knockers,
not too big, not too small, they were JUST right, at least to his taste
and that meant they, like two orphan children were in need of support.
Bill got into his car and turned the key. Nothing. He turned the key
again, and still nothing. It wasn't even TRYING to turn over. Bill
shouted out, "OH FUCK ME!"
Bill heard a voice say, "Gladly, Babe, for any money you say."
Bill looked at the voice and it was attached to a gentleman in his early
thirties . From a sheer aesthetic standpoint, he wasn't BAD looking. He
had all of his hair was in relatively good shape and his face had a bit
of the 'older brother of the boy next door" Bill said skeptically, "A
hundred bucks?"
"Hell yes!"
Bill realized that 100 dollars would replace his car battery and pay for
the tow, and so he got out of the car and told the man, "Do you live
around here?"
"I sure do, come on."
"Right behind you, chief."
The man walked ahead, and Bill took the Glock 17 pistol from his glove
compartment and stuck it in the belt of his jeans, covering the butt of
the weapon with the hem of the jacket. Bill followed him to a house
three blocks away and into a modest house. It was obviously a family
home and Bill realized the man was the husband. That was when Bill
realized what he would be doing, and told the man, "One hundred dollars
gets you a morning glory and a nice conversation with your wife, TWO
hundred gets you morning glory, and I was never here."
"What the HELL? That's blackmail!"
"Hey, Cowboy, we haven't done anything that you would have to explain to
your wife, right now, you're clean and I can leave right now, no
questions asked."
Then Bill dropped his jacket and pulled the undershirt off over his head
letting the breasts bob free.
The man was staring at Bill's breasts as if he was a literal deer in the
headlights. The poor dude looked almost helpless at Bill and told him,
"O.K., what are your terms?"
"Two hundred and I prime the pump and then we ride to the ranch, three
hundred gets you B.J. and the ride home, Four hundred get's you BJ the
Ride home and if you want it, anal."
Bill stood and watched the man and as he did, he wondered to himself,
(What the hell are you thinking, this is crazy, you are NOT going to let
some guy fuck you, let alone in the ass, you are NOT going to suck his
dick, that is ill!)
His voice of reason told him,
(We have one month's paid rent, and maybe two weeks of groceries. We are
NEVER going to be able to go back to work, and in this new body, we have
NO LEGAL IDENTITY!)
The man's shoulders slumped and he went to the house's upstairs. When he
did, Bill took the pistol from his belt, placing it where he could get
it if he needed it. Then he kicked out of his shoes and socks and undid
his pants, pushing them and the underpants to the floor.
The man came down with a sheaf of twenty-dollar bills and counted them
in front of Bill verifying that there were twenty of them.
He looked at Bill in all his female glory and said, "I, I'll put it
right here till we're done."
"You bet buckaroo, now come over here, and let me help you out of those
heavy clothes."
The man walked over, unbuckling his pants as he did so, and Bill got on
his knees, as the stranger's penis was unveiled. Bill looked at the
eight-inch semi-hard and growing harder organ and his mind said,
(O.K., Sports fans, here is the kickoff.)
Bill took hold of the man's dick and stroked it, concentrating on the
way it felt. Velvety, and warm, and somewhat yielding despite it's
engorged hardness. Bill smelled it, and it wasn't too bad, the man
clearly believed in hygiene and so other than the slight musky meatiness
it had no objectionable smell to speak of. Bills inner mind was now the
jumpmaster from a WWII movie about paratroopers and it shouted,
(Go,Go,Go,!)
Bill took the man's hardness into his mouth and it really wasn't that
bad. It tasted similar to one of those designer hot dogs with the spices
in it. Bill ran his tongue around the shaft and heard the man groan..
Bill breathed out as he ran his tongue around the man's erection and his
customer exclaimed, "Oh god."
Clearly, he liked that and so Bill continued, this time inhaling around
the organ while still licking and tonguing it.
"Oh, Jesus, Oh, FUCK YES Oh shit! That is so fucking good."
Bill breathed in and out through his mouth licking and tonguing the
man's penis, and taking care to keep teeth away from the sensitive skin.
Bill's customer was now moaning and groaning and had started humping
Bill's mouth. Bill kept his mind on the money and was surprised when he
felt the man's cock pulse and twitch in his's mouth. Bill was going to
stop, but then a blast of body temperature fluid, thick salty and
slightly fishy tasting filled bill's mouth. Bill realized that spitting
it out might piss the guy off and so swallowed the fluid in his mouth.
The man looked a little worn out and Bill told him, "Come here on the
couch, slugger, let's see if we can't make a miracle. The man obliged
Bill and so Bill, sat him down, and removed the pants from around the
ankles. When that was done, Bill put his hands back on the fellow's cock
and gently manipulated it. Teasing the ballsac and caressing it as he
told the man, "Why don't you play with my boobs, you boys like boobs,
right?"
The man nodded rather dimly and put his hands on Bill's breasts working
them and fondling the nipples. Bill was shocked by how good it felt to
have SOMEONE ELSE manipulating the mammary organs in question and told
the man, "Oooohhh, that's nice, keep doing that, momma like."
His cock came back hard after fifteen minutes of handwork and Bill said,
"Do you want to drive or should I?"
"Uuhm, I don't think I could stand."
"That's O.K., kiddo, just lie back and let Momma take the wheel."
Bill Williams's inner maleness once more protested what was happening
until Bill's logic ran a few playbacks of summers at camp having circle
jerks with friends and occasionally sucking friends off and even that
one time when he let his best friend in the world fuck him in the ass.
Bill's buddy had even jerked him off while he was fucking Bill, proving
that yes, he WAS Bill's very best friend.
Snapping back to the present Bill realized that his vagina was wet and
it wasn't going to take any work at all to get a penis inside him. Bill
moved toward the man and eased his female body into place, reaching down
and taking hold of the hard cock and aligning it with the entrance to
Bills vagina. Bill eased down onto it and felt a dart of sharp pain as
the male organ went into him, then pleasure, hard warm almost hot
pleasure and Bill told him, "OW! Ooh, Buh, bigger than it looks."
The man seemed very gratified at hearing that and Bill started slowly
moving up and down using hands on the man's shoulders as a fulcrum. The
sensations of the penis, inside of Bill were building much faster than
he thought and Bill was fast losing track of things and he moved over
and on and around it. The customer thrust inside Bill and grunted his
obvious pleasure it was not very long until Bill felt an orgasm
approaching. This one was bigger and stronger than the one's he gave
himself in the apartment and hit Bill a great deal harder.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH GHAHD OOOHHHWAAAAOOOHWAAAAAAAAAAAA"
The man had not climaxed yet and so Bill kept moving, after all, the old
saying went, make hay while the sun shines. The man obviously derived
considerable sexual enjoyment from Bill's obvious and vocal orgasm and
he thrust faster and climaxed on the heels of Bill's NEXT orgasm.
It took Bill longer to come down from that series of orgasm than from
his masturbation, but after a few minutes, he told the patron, "Are you
hungry, because if we're doing anal you'll need to eat something,
Tiger."
Bill realized with a great deal of chagrin that he was calling the man
by all of the pet names once used by Bill Williams' third grade Little
League coach. He found it oddly appropriate given that He and Bill were
having a 'Day game'.
The man wanted a break and offered Bill something to eat as well. He
fixed a giant hoagie sandwich and cut it in half spitting it with Bill.
The man did not dress and so Bill saw no need as he sat on the tall
stool at the counter in the kitchen. As Bill tucked into the sandwich,
the man started talking, "I, uh, I sure hope you don't think I make a
habit of this. I mean this is really the first time I've ever done this.
I would never think of hiring a prosti,..I mean that is,.."
"Hey, Kiddo, it's O.K., this is my first time, too,"
"Is that why there is blood on my dick?"
"What?"
"You cried out in pain and there's a little blood on my dick. Not a lot,
but kind of a little, like I took your cherry. Have you ever had sex
before?"
"Well, uh, sir,-"
"Marvin, My name is Marvin; let's not take our business relationship too
far."
"O.K., Marvin, I can tell you with absolute candor that I have never had
heterosexual sex with a man."
"O.K., that was an awfully qualified answer, but fair enough."
Bill could not believe what was happening. He was in the body of a
young, very attractive woman sitting naked on this man's stool in his
family kitchen eating a very tasty sandwich, after having what had been
the best sex in Bill's life. Now on top of all that, it was getting to
know you time. Marvin was still talking, "My wife, she,... She hasn't let
me touch her in a year, not since she started getting really into that
religious group. She says that sex for pleasure is a sin and that it's
only to get kids."
Bill said around a mouthful of sandwich, "Doesn't the Bible say
something about 'submitting to the will of her husband and making
herself his helpmeet'? I mean I would think she'd be spreading it for
you on demand if she's gonna be French kissing the Bible, like that."
"Yeah, well, she seems to have forgotten that part."
Bill swallowed another bite, drank some soda to wash it down, and
responded, "Oh, Golly, Marvin, I think I am getting palpitations from my
total lack of surprise."
Marvin laughed at that and said, "She wasn't always like this,... Wait; if
we're breaking my marriage vows do you suppose you could tell me your
name?'
"Wendy, Wendy Williams, no relation."
"Wendy, my wife used to be bright, and loving and caring and ,...and,..
but then 9-11 happened and that started this downward slide of unreason.
She met some woman at work and got into this group called the Seven
Watchful Virgins. Ever since then she bought these dull brown long
dresses and hats and stopped wearing all the rest of her clothes and, a
year ago, she stopped even sleeping in our bed. That happened when I
told her that I had no interest in her damned stupid bunch of Armageddon
crazies, my exact words."
Marvin looked sad, as if he lost something. It was as if he lost a
precious jewel, but the box it came in was still in his hands, and he
was looking at it mournfully wishing the pretty jewel were still in it,
and hoping it would return.
"Marvin, did you know that denial of martial favors and alienation of
affections is more than enough grounds for divorce?"
"What?"
"That's right; your wife has been cheating on you with her Bible cronies
for a year you could take her ass to court right now and win hell all
you have to say is that she deliberately moved out of your marriage bed,
and that's the ballgame, Marvin."
"No shit, well I'll be damned. Wendy, do you want to go upstairs and get
buttfucked in my wife's bunk bed?"
Bill smiled and said, "Marvin it would be the highlight of my day."
Bill and Marvin proceeded upstairs and Bill took in the woman's bedroom
that had once been the guest room. There was a large, almost life-sized
crucifix on the wall and the room held a pedestal that held a large
ceremonial bible. The cushion on the floor in front of the short
pedestal would put the woman's head at eye level with the big J.C.'s
holy package and when Bill saw that he could not help himself, "Hey,
that must be where she give's the big man his holy blow jobs."
Marvin laughed and said, "Don't do that, I'm gonna lose my wood."
Bill took the organ in question in hand, caressed it, gave it a few
playful strokes and said, "Well we can't let that happen can we?"
Bill then took the cushion from the foot of the pedestal and used it for
his knees as he took the position and took Marvin into his mouth again.
Bill duplicated his technique from earlier in the encounter and made
sure Marvin's penis was as hard as a rock.
After a few minutes, Bill got up and took a position on all fours on the
room's bed. He even wiggled his butt at Marvin and said, "I am the
Gatekeeper, are you the Keymaster?"
Marvin growled and took his place on his knees behind Bill and roughly
shoved his hardness into Bills rectum. Bill exclaimed, "OH FUCK! OH
CHRIST!"
Marvin started thrusting and what shocked Bill the most was not the
momentary pain of anal penetration, but how good it felt when Marvin
started thrusting.
"Oh, God Marvin, DO IT! Oh, Jesus FUCK ME! you're all up in my ass, oh
my GOD!"
Marvin realized 'Wendy's' cries were inexpert and genuine. The woman he
was anally penetrating was genuinely enjoying it and that caused him to
thrust faster. Marvin's wife had never let him do this, and even before
the big cutoff, she tended to lay there like a corpse. This strange but
amazingly beautiful young woman was actively enjoying their sex
together, and Marvin realized he would have paid TWICE her asking price,
for this session. It wasn't the sex, although that was fantastic, it was
that she listened, she cared. Marvin cared as well and that was why he
reached around under her and started frigging her pussy to give her as
much pleasure as possible.
Bill was no longer thinking. He was in the pleasure he was feeling from
the thrusting male hardness in his ass and the fingers penetrating his
vulva, as well as the feeling of his breasts moving back and forth to
the rhythm of their mutual pleasure. By the time, Marvin climaxed and
ejaculated into Bill's rectum Bill's face was in the rough blankets and
he was crying into them in orgasmic joy.
When Marvin pulled out, Bill whimpered a little and turned over onto his
back.
"God, God damn, that was,-"
Marvin finished, "-Incredible."
"Yeah."
"Hey, Listen Wendy, you came in here wearing some guy's clothes, I'm
going to take a wild guess and say an asshole boyfriend kicked you out
and took all your stuff."
"We'll, you might say that, Marv."
What Bill meant was that Marv could say that, it was not true, but he
was certainly free to say it.
"Well good then, come here."
Bill sat up and a discharge stained the blanket as his torso went
vertical. Bill stopped for a minute to let the rest of it drain out and
then told Marvin, "I hope the old bag likes a little Santorum with her
nightly prayers."
Marvin nearly doubled over laughing at that and led Bill into the master
bedroom. He opened one set of closet doors to reveal literally thousands
of dollars of very nice women's clothing. Skirts, blouses, pants suits,
power suits, shoes and more. Then he opened several drawers of a vanity
that had not seen use in a year and revealed drawer after drawer of silk
and satin panties, and slips and negligees and hosiery.
"Karinda doesn't wear these anymore, Wendy. Would you like them?"
Bill was taken aback, and more than a little emotionally affected.
"Marvin, I don't,..I don't know what to say."
"Say yes, Wendy, take them, you earned them you made me feel like a real
man for the first time in a damned long time. You made me feel alive,
and more, you handed me the key to getting rid of that sanctimonious
holier than thou Frankenstein's monster that used to be my wife."
Marvin, your wife, she,..."
Marvin took Bill by the shoulders gently, and said, "Wendy, my wife died
on 9-11, she was killed by religious hysteria. I've just been living
with an animate cadaver that spouts Bible verses for eleven years, Don't
you understand. All that remains is to give my dead wife's things to a
charitable cause, and I can't think of a better one than helping you."
"Marvin, I'll take these things, not because I can use them, but because
you want me to have them."
"Thank you, Wendy, Thank you, this will go a long way toward helping me
say goodbye to the good woman she used to be."
"O.K., now I don't know about you, Marv, but after all of our fun, I
could use a SHOWER,....Join me?"
"Oh HELL YES!"
Bill was in the shower under the spray soaping himself up when he
suddenly felt Marvin's hands on his body and breasts. Bill was at first
startled, but then turned and put her soapy wet hands on his chest and
stomach working their way down to his cock and balls. Bill soaped them
up and stroked then caressing the sac and stroking the shaft. Marvin
leaned down as she did this and kissed Bill open mouthed. Bill
hesitated, but then let him do it, opening his mouth to allow Marvin's
tongue ingress. The two people kissed and caressed each other and it was
not long until Bill discovered that he weighed little enough in his new
form for Marvin to pick him up and slide him onto Marvin's erect penis.
Bill whimpered, not in pain but in pleasure and allowed Marvin to take
control, holding Bill against the shower tile and pushing into him,
thrusting in and out, as Bill moaned and whimpered into Marvin's mouth.
Marvin as well was grunting and moaning with the pleasure of 'Wendy's'
hot welcoming passionate warmth around his hardness gripping and
clutching at it and enhancing the friction and sensation. When Bill had
his orgasm, his vaginal muscles squeezed Marvin's cock and caused him to
climax as well.
After their shower and their wet soapy coitus, the two of them dried off
and Marvin put a silky burgundy robe around Bill helping him get his
arms into it. Then Marvin put on a blue terry cloth robe and led her
into the room.
"Wendy, here is what I am going to do. Everything my wife discarded and
doesn't use anymore is yours, Her clothes, her jewelry, her car,
everything. Because those things are a woman's things. They are the
possessions of a bright happy vibrant exiting woman, and that doesn't
describe my wife anymore, and it hasn't for years.
They're your things now, and if you don't take them I am going to be
very personally hurt. Now what do you say?"
Bill responded, "Marvin, jewelry, a car, I don't, the clothes O.K.,
after all what would you do with them, but everything else,...?"
Marvin took Bill in a hug and then said, "Wendy, you're no prostitute
and if you expect me to believe you are one then I'll be very angry you
would treat me as if I am stupid. You were sitting In a piece of crap
car in your asshole boyfriend's clothes, trying to think of a plan, and
when I came along you were grasping at straws. You offered to have sex
with me for money because you didn't have anything else to do."
Despite Marvin's free association with events, he was essentially
correct. And now Bill/Wendy nodded tearfully and told him, "O.K.,
Marvin, O.K., I accept."
"And could you do me another favor?"
"Name it."
"Stop calling me 'Kiddo, and Slugger, and Tiger, and cowboy, you sound
like my old Little League coach."
Wendy Williams hugged him as she laughed and answered, "You got
it,...Marvin."
Gert
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