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VACATION TRANSFORMATION by Throne
My wife Jennie was, as usual, attired in a leotard. She seemed to live
in those things. Not that I minded. They did a fantastic job of showing
off her supersized boobs and doublewide butt. Problem is that I'm not
the only one looking. We were at a seaside vacation town and there was
no shortage of young studs feasting their eyes on her outrageous curves.
There were plenty of sexy girls, too, and I wouldn't have minded looking
at them. But if I did more than glance my bride would snap at me to stop
drooling. She could look at the guys but I couldn't ogle the girls. The
guys were welcome to stare at her but the girls didn't want to linger on
me. That latter situation was the case because I'm short, soft, and
definitely don't have an impressive bulge in the brief, snug swimsuit my
wife makes me wear.
I had my revealing beachwear on, along with a cut-off T-shirt that
exposed my soft belly. The swimsuit was bright red and the shirt had
wide horizontal strips in rainbow colors. Jennie changed for the beach,
showing off her contours in a one-piece suit that displayed her deep
cleavage and the bottom of each buttock. She slipped flip-flops onto her
feet but didn't provide anything similar for me. I had to step gingerly
along the hot sidewalk, my steps taking on a mincing quality that only
got more pronounced as I moved onto the blazing sand. Passersby who saw
my outfit smirked at how wimpy I looked. As we came to a split in the
path and my wife turned left, I pointed to the sign that warned she was
heading toward a clothing optional area. She smiled wickedly and said,
"I know. It's optional for me to keep my suit on and for you to take
yours off." I protested weakly, "But, dear, the way you make me keep my
body shaved... I mean, you know I'm all smooth and hairless and pink.
People will stare and..." She cut me off and said, "They won't be
staring at your unmanly body because they'll be distracted by your
ridiculously small dick and balls." She shook back her long reddish-
blond hair and reached into her beach bag for her sunglasses and a wide-
brimmed hat. We moved into the dunes.
"Now go on," she told me when we were out of sight to the street. "Out
of your trunks and shirt." I cringed but did as I was told, shifting
from one foot to the other as my soles got cooked. After two years
married to Jennie, with her spending all that time breaking down my male
ego and stripping me of my dignity, I no longer made any objections. I
removed the shirt first, delaying the undesired inevitable a few moments
longer. Then I lowered the tiny bathing suit and stood there feeling
foolish and exposed, the two garments in my hands. She opened her
copious bag and nodded toward it. Feeling powerless, as usual, I put
everything I had been wearing into it. Then we continued toward the
beach. Just my luck it was crowded and, as we came into sight, many eyes
turned toward us. Jennie got the usual appreciative ogling from most of
the men. One group of buff guys wasn't impressed by her contours and I
guessed that they were gay. When they locked their eyes on me,
whispering together and even pointing, I was sure what they were.
Jennie, to my consternation, walked straight toward them.
When we got there she said, "Hello, boys. Maybe you can help us. My
silly husband forgot to bring any sun lotion." I knew she had a jumbo
bottle of it in her bag but was too afraid of her to say anything. She
went on, "Maybe you have some to put on him while I take a little stroll.
I'm sure he'd really be grateful and would do some little favor or other
to thank you." They snickered at the way she obviously controlled me.
One of them, with dyed blond hair, said, "Sure, honey." To me he said,
"We'll just call you Sweets and make sure you're well protected from
sunburn." One of the other guys tossed him a tube of lotion and he said
to me, "Now put your hands on your hips and stick your butt out, Sweets.
That should be a good pose to, you know, let us reach all those hard-to-
get-at spots." He tittered and the other effeminate men joined him. I
was totally uncomfortable as they surrounded me and squeezed cream onto
their hands. Four of them were going to apply the stuff at the same
time. I looked to my wife beseechingly but she only said, "Ta ta,
Sweets. So you later. Have fun."
As she strode away, big bottom swinging, I felt multiple hands beginning
to rub me all over. I cringed. One of the gay men said, "Looks like
we've got us a straight one, boys." They took their time covering me
with lotion, making me adjust my posture so they could reach everywhere.
Some sections of my anatomy took them much longer to do. I spied my wife
making a bee line for a quartet of young studs. They all grinned as she
reached them and an animated conversation began. I saw her point to me
and, when she said something, the hunks all laughed. Meanwhile, the gay
guys had slowed down and their hands were performing less in a practical
manner and more in a sensual one. I twisted and turned, trying to avoid
their more intimate manipulations, but was outnumbered. Every time I
avoided one, another did as he pleased to me. I was close to tears as it
went on and on, the pretense of putting on lotion forgotten. To thank
them, which certainly wasn't what I wanted to do, I had to serve them
sodas from their cooler, acting as their servant and even curtsying every
time I delivered a drink. They made me sashay around, adjusting their
beach umbrella and straightening their blankets. Other people watched.
After more than an hour, my wife at last returned.
She thanked them and then said, "I gave my hubby's clothes to those nice
fellows I was chatting with, to hold for him. I wanted Sweets to be in
their debt so he wouldn't try to push them around when they come to our
rented place. He can be SUCH a brute." They chuckled at the blatant
falsity of that. Jennie reached into her bag and pulled out two flowered
scarves and a handkerchief. She asked the gays, "Could you fashion
something cute for Sweets to wear. Something that wouldn't show off his
monster cock." They laughed out loud at hearing my unimpressive member
described that way. Then one of them took the handkerchief and knelt
before me. I froze as he wrapped it around my tiny genitals, now
shrunken even more from shame, and neatly tied it so that my business was
compressed into an amazingly small package, almost like it wasn't there.
Then two other guys each took one of the colorful scarves, putting
themselves one in front of me and the other behind. The folded the
squares of cloth into triangles and tied them together at my hips, making
knots that had 'rabbit ears' sticking out of them. Then one of them took
the remaining points and tied them between my legs, taking up all the
slack. It looked like I was wearing the bottom of a bikini. A small
one. And it appeared that I had nothing growing down there.
My wife started us off in another direction and soon we were on the
clothing required beach. In my bright, girlish garment, body hairless
and gleaming with lotion, I drew amused stares at the same time that
Jennie was being hungered over by every male who admired generous curves.
It didn't help that I'm noticeably shorter than her. I couldn't stop
blushing and am sure that added to the comedy. We went for about a mile,
turned around and covered the same ground again. By then a number of
people were ready for us and surreptitiously used their phone cameras to
take pictures. Knowing that lots of males would be showing off shots of
my wife in her revealing swimsuit upset me. And thinking about them
sharing images of me looking so unmanly, even posting them where
countless others would see them, left me feeling about two feet tall. By
the time we got back to our starting point I was utterly demeaned.
That's when my wife hooked back up with the four handsome fellows and
made sure they had the address of our place correct, probably just to rub
my nose in what she was doing. I couldn't believe how awful my situation
had gotten.
When we returned to the house she immediately phoned her friend Alice,
who was staying nearby with her husband Milt, who is as fully broken as I
am. She invited Alice to come over and asked her to pick up some party
food and drinks, assuring her that she would be reimbursed. Jennie
controls all of our money so I had no say in that, either. Soon Alice
appeared, with Milt lugging a case of beer and a bag containing several
bottles. His wife was carrying another bag, that one full of snacks that
weighed almost nothing. Milt is as unimpressive a specimen as myself.
Alice is as stunning as Jennie. As she slipped off her beach robe I saw
she was wearing only a leotard. My wife had changed into one of hers,
too. The garments molded themselves to both females' stupendous
attributes. The material was stretched thin so that it allowed peeks of
their nipples and shaved pubes. I felt sick at the thought of those four
horny guys arriving to find them displayed like that. But what were Milt
and I going to have on? That question was answered as Jennie told us,
with a sneer on her pretty face, to strip naked, except that I could keep
the handkerchief that was so snugly tied over my male bits. As Milt got
out of his garish shirt and floral shorts, I was stunned to see that not
only was he hairless like me, but his penis was encased in a chastity
tube. I had seen those insidious things on-line but encountering one in-
person was disturbing. My wife got in front of him, pulled his head
down, and rubbed her big round boobs in his face. He moaned, but not
with pleasure. Alice explained that it was quite uncomfortable when his
member tried unsuccessfully to get hard.
The two of us stood there, naked and humiliated. But it was about to get
worse. Alice declared, "You're going to be our serving girls at this
party, so you'll have to look the part. Let's start with your hair. You
already have it at sissy length, so this will be easy." She got some
styling items from her bag and went to work with comb, brush and spray.
Soon Milt and I had hairstyles that could never be mistaken for
masculine. Next my wife laid out lots of cosmetics and the wives got
busy with each others' spouses. We both ended up with too much make-up
on our eyes, cheeks, and especially lips. We two guys looked at each
other and almost wept. Then the girls sprayed us with perfume. That was
when the studs arrived. As they burst in the door and got an eyeful of
us, their amusement was uncontrollable. They did finally calm down and
we 'serving girls' had to fetch them beers. Alice said we must kneel
before them as we offered the cans. The guys thought that was hilarious
and made us kiss their bare feet. Then their attention shifted to our
brides, who looked fantastic in those leotards, especially because they
were cut so low in front and both ladies had such dramatic cleavage. The
studs crowded close to them and started getting free with their hands,
which the women did nothing to discourage.
Milt and I had to open bags of snacks and offer them around. Jennie
decided we must walk as if we had heels on, swish our hips, stick out our
chests, and speak in overly girlish voices. The guys got into the act,
making us assume poses and touch ourselves suggestively. They were
fascinated by Milt's chastity and tugged on it until he whimpered. They
marveled at how small the package containing my genitals was. More than
one male hand patted my bottom. They could see that our wives were
turned on by our discomfort, so they wanted us as uncomfortable as
possible. It worked and soon the girls were exchanging passionate kisses
with the guys. There was lots of touching as well. I felt crushed to
witness my super-sexy wife giving freely to other men what I was denied.
At home she loved to flaunt herself in front of me, to bring my sexual
temperature to a boil, but then leave me unfulfilled. Of course, I was
required to give her all the satisfaction she craved, but had to do it
with my mouth. Now she made me demonstrate my oral lovemaking technique
to everyone, to get her ready for real sex, saying that she needed to be
nice an wet for authentic men's cocks. And she wasn't disappointed. As
they lost their pants we all saw that they were extremely well endowed.
Lots of comments were made about wimps like Milt and myself, and how our
lack of inches meant we didn't deserve sex with gorgeous women like our
wives, and that all we were good for was being pussy slaves. Suddenly
Jennie and Alice were stripping out of their leotards, the men cheering
them on.
Soon both beds in the single bedroom were being put to good use. Our
wives had glorious sex while we stood by and watched helplessly. I got
aroused in spite of myself but the hanky bondage prevented me from
getting an erection. My wife told everyone how small I was when I got
hard and it became a running joke that my four incher couldn't compare to
the thick sevens and rampant eights those men boasted. Worst of all,
after every bout of sex she made me get between her full thighs and lap
up the messes left by the studs. I even had to do the same for Alice at
one point, while Milt had to switch from his wife to Jennie. That was
the longest evening of my life, and the worst. By the end I was in a
daze. But there was a final series of disgraces to be inflicted. The
wives took Jennie's discarded leotard and laid it on the floor. Milt and
I had to stand in one leg opening each. Then two of the guys tugged it
up so that we husbands were squeezed against each other, face to face.
They raised it all the way and arranged the shoulder straps to keep it
from falling down. Then our wives knelt in front of two of them and
began to give them oral sex, taking a long time while Milt and I suffered
mental torture. At last the men finished but the women didn't swallow.
Instead they got up and came to us and made us open our mouths. Their
cheeks were bulging with sperm and saliva. They bent back our heads and
passed the messes between our lips. As soon as they could speak, both of
them told us to not dare gulp it down.
Jennie described 'snowballing', which is passing a load of cum back and
forth between two people's mouths. That's what we had to do, while the
guys made disgusted sounds and laughed at us. Then our spouses forced us
to our knees. They performed fellatio on the remaining two guys and let
the fresh ejaculate roll from their mouths onto our faces. It was
disgusting. If we didn't want to wear it all night, we had to lick each
other clean, Alice explained. Both alternatives were horrible, but Milt
began lapping my face clean, so I felt obligated to do the same for him.
The studs made gagging noises but, again, their revulsion was followed by
laughter. When we were done with our tongues, bot of us had make-up that
was smeared and looked bizarre. In the end the studs departed and we
were left in our improvised leotard bondage. The women had us shuffling
around like that, our hairless bodies rubbing against each other the
entire time, while we cleaned up the party remains. I knew I would never
stop being reminded about this by Jennie and that I would never live it
down. At last she and Alice went to bed and left Milt and I the way we
were. They slept soundly while we managed a few hours of restless
dozing.
In the morning, after the other couple left, my wife sat me down naked on
one of the kitchen chairs and stood over me. She had on a white leotard
with a pattern running through its material. It was emasculating to see
her looking so sexy and know that she had enjoyed a wild orgy while my
needs were neglected. Then she said, "That was the best party ever.
Alice and I are going to be getting together for more of those at home.
We'll find some pretty outfits for you and Milty to wear when you're
waiting on us and our men. In fact, you're going to be wearing pretty
things whenever you're home, as well as under your clothes at the office.
Your co-workers can have fun gossiping about why you start to sport clear
nail polish and lip gloss. And I saw how disturbed you were by Milt's
chastity device, so I told Alice to order one for you, but with little
points on the inside."
"Please, Jennie," I whimpered, reflexively using my girlish voice from
the night before. "It's too much. You can't turn me into some kind
of... of... sissy."
"Sure I can. You're more than halfway there already. Aren't you?" When
I couldn't deny that she went on, "And from now on I'm going to call
you... Nancy. Sweet Nancy in her sweet serving girl outfits. This is
going to be so much fun for Alice and me. Our next party is just two
weeks away. And I want you to invite that hunk Brad Anderson from your
office. He flirted with me the day I stopped by to drop off that signed
contract you stupidly left at home. He has such seductive blue eyes."
She sighed.
I groaned and told her weakly, "Yes, dear."
She said, "That's a good sissy, Nancy."
THE END?
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