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James had lucked out in his youth - he had married Camilla, a rich young
doctor, much more attractive and intelligent than him. He treasured his
wife immensely and always submissively tried to satisfy her every whim. He
had recently lost his job at an auto repair shop when his wife came to him
with a request - and a job offer.
The hospital where she worked was shortstaffed and they desperately needed
a nurse. Noone had answered the numerous ads and the officials were
getting desperate, promising a fat bonus to everyone who could recommend a
person. "But I'm not qualified...and a not even trained as a nurse, plus
that's not a very manly job, honey" said James, puzzled at her request.
"You'll formally work under the name "Lucy Golding", she used to work for
us, and I still have her documents. And I'll see to it that you'll only do
easier jobs." she said. "But...I'm not a woman." said James, even more
confused. "Relax honey, you'd just need to wear the uniform and I'll touch
up your face every morning. You will do this for me, won't you, love?" she
said, looking up at James with this pleading look she knew he couldn't
resist. In the end, he grudgingly agreed, as usual.
"I got you some experimental hormones too, for your voice." she said,
opening
a case with syringes, and proceeding to jab them into James's arm one by
one.
"They'll make me sound like woman?" asked James, "Yeah, they'll shift your
body to a bit more feminine side of the spectrum. We need fast results ,
so I'm using them all."
The potent drugs made James woozy and irritable as hell, as he spent time
at home learning to pass as a woman. He was running a constant fever as
his beard and body hair fell out and his body took on feminine
characteristics at a frighteningly fast rate. In 2 months time, he didn't
recognize the androgynous figure looking back at him in the mirror. He had
always had a slight build, and with his fair hairless skin and softened
voice,he easily passed for a female. James was shocked to see his penis
losing its size and by the itchiness and inflammation on his chest, he was
about to sprout boobs. Camilla reassured him constantly, saying the
changes were reversible.
On the morning of the interview, James felt as emasculated as ever. He had
applied the makeup himself, and Camilla was impressed. "Ease up on the
sluttiness though," she had said, giggling. James was wearing a
conservative jacket with a sensible skirt, but that wasn't what bothered
him. Camilla had forced him to wear panties and a bra, to make the
transformation complete. She had giggled, again, as James's formerly
sizable penis barely made a bulge in his panties, and his breasts almost
filled an A-cup bra. He felt ashamed that he hadn't been able to perform
in bed for at least a month. She didn't even feel his limp dick, and even
though she knew that she and those damn shots were the reason, she
couldn't help but be a bit snooty about it. James feared his wife didn't
see him as a man anymore.
He tried to push these dark thoughts out of his mind and remembered his
training, as he stepped into HR's cabinet. They were absolutely eager to
hire him, and noone suspected that "Lucy" was a man. He wouldn't have,
either, given the way he looked.
The next month passed in a blur. He was learning to care for the patients
and tried to get used to the absolutely girly pink uniform. Both he and
Camilla got home late, and barely found time to talk. Slowly they eased
into a routine - they arrived at separate times late at night and
collapsed into beds. Noone initiated sex - and James didn't really want to
show her the tiny nub left between his legs. She did notice his ever
expanding chest, though. The only time they really connected with each
other was when James outgrew another bra, even though the outing more
resembled two girlfriends going shopping, rather than a man and husband.
James still missed his wife, and those shopping trips gave him the
confidence to ignore his ballooning breasts and disappearing cock.
"What have I become?" thought James bitterly, as he hurried to the staff
room one day. As his breasts and ass grew, he became the object of
affection to many patients. His uniform was meant for a woman with a flat
chest, but he now had two DD cup melons jutting out from his chest. He
showed embarassing amount of cleavage, and the bras Camilla chose for him
didn?t give him much support. He absolutely hated the constantly swaying
and jiggling breasts pushing out of his top, but the patients loved it. It
was an everyday occurrence for patients to try and cop a feel while he was
adjusting their pillows, and eventually he stopped trying to slap their
hands away and just endured it. Even the male staff wasn?t immune to her
charm. Ross Bengham was especially bad, always talking to James, or to his
breasts, to be more precise.
As time went on, he and Camilla drifted even more apart. James?s tits had
grown so massive, that she had his bras custom made, so he didn?t even
have the option to spend time with her while shopping. ?A pair of
parachutes for my dearest hubby!? she giggled, as she threw yet another
package into his lap one morning. James
thought he heard a tinge of envy in her voice. He had outgrown his wife?s
modest C-cup months ago. ?How long is this going to last, Camilla?? said
James, almost crying. ?It?s driving us apart!? ?But you have really
?grown? into your role, honey, you don?t seem to doing all that bad. I?ve
seen how you flaunt yourself to patients and you seem to have a thing
going with that Ross too, why do you even need me? Tell me, has that dick
turned into a pussy yet?? she almost shouted. ?It?s not like that...I
can?t stop them...? James sobbed. ?Oh quiet down you cow! If it makes you
happier, your growth has plateaud. You?re a natural L-cup. Maybe you?ll
eventually revert, huh??
This was the last meaningful talk he had with his wife about his
condition. They still lived in the same house, but rarely talked, and
moved into separate bedrooms. James still hoped their marriage could be
salvaged, but she had started to treat James as only a roommate. Finding
no way out, James just carried on, hoping that his body would eventually
start turning back to a man?s body. Camilla had been right about his
breasts ? the growth seemed to have stopped indeed.
He had avoided touching himself down there, pushing his almost nonexistent
dick out of his mind, but one day, as he sat down to pee, he got curious.
Dreading what he might find, he slipped a finger between his legs, past
the miniscule nub, and felt...folds. Trembling, he pushed his finger past,
and felt for a hole. He could slip his finger in up to two joints and he
feared that this wouldn?t be the limit for long. ?I do have a pussy now,
Camilla?
hammered in his mind. ?How the fuck can this revert to dick again?? he
almost screamed. Eventually he calmed down a bit. After all, his dick had
turned into a pussy, so the reverse should also be possible, right?
Steadying himself, he did his business, automatically checked his makeup
and adjusted the breasts and left the restroom. But he found that
concentrating on his job was impossible, his thoughts kept drifting back
to this alien orifice he had discovered in his panties. Eventually, James
decided to leave early, and use up a few of his sick days to come to terms
with what had become of him.
Pulling into the driveway, he was surprised to see Camilla?s car in the
driveway. She must?ve got home early, thought James. He got out of the car
and into the house as quietly as he could, seeing the person who caused
all this mess was the last thing he wanted at the moment. The house was
dark, but Camilla?s bedroom was lit. He quietly sneaked past her room, but
stopped. The muffled sounds coming through the door were unmistakble ? his
wife was having sex with a man. James?s heart sank, and he flew into rage.
He prepared to burst in and kill the bastard, but something in him stopped
him. What?s he going to do then? Fuck her himself? James knew that this
was impossible. He cracked the door and carefully peeked in.
James was shocked to see that the man his wife had cheated with was none
other than Dr. Ross. He was middle-aged but muscular, and James had to
admit, looked better than him.
He was thrusting his penis into Camilla?s pussy from behind, pulling her
against her crotch in forceful, slow thrusts. Camilla was bucking against
him with her eyes closed, moaning softly with every thrust. He suddenly
sped up, grabbing Camilla?s wrists and started to roughly pump into her.
She was loving it! James was shocked, his wife had never been a fan of
rough sex, but now she was moaning and squealing like a slut! He could
barely believe what was happening, but found his eyes glued to the scene.
He felt a strong pang of jealousy, as Camilla moaned, ?Yes! Yes! Harder!
Fill me up with your cum! Fuck meee!? Ross obliged, slamming into her
cunt. The room was filled with moans and wet sloppy sounds of sex, until
finally Camilla shivered and cried out, followed by Ross?s animalistic
grunt. The two stood for a moment, panting, until Ross pulled out with a
slick pop. James felt envy, as he saw Ross?s manhood, dwarfing his own
former equipment. Ross was 9 inches and thick. Camilla was frozen in
place, her ass still up in the air, face buried into pillow. Her cunt was
twitching and oozing rivulets of thick white sperm. ?It?s been so long
since I?ve had...a real man...? James
turned away, tears streaming down his face.
By the time the pair cleaned themselves up and returned to living room,
James had corrected his makeup and was nonchalantly reading a book in the
kitchen. He wanted her to know that he knew, this had to end now. As they
peeked into a kitchen, he mustered a smile and said simply:?Hello, Doctor
Ross.? They were both shocked, but Camilla recovered quickly. ?I guess I
didn?t tell you about my roommate, Lucy? But I guess the two of you have
already met?? she shot a spiteful look at James. He hadn?t expected that
and just kept staring at her, pleading her to admit everything. ?Oh. I
hadn?t realized you two were roommates? Nice to meet you, as always, Miss
Golding.? said Ross, obviously pleasantly surprised.
?Come on now, we?ve got to get back to work!? said Camilla, and quickly
pushed Ross out of the doorway, casting one last glance at James.
Something in her look was sorrowful, pleading, but at the same time,
victorious.
James tossed and turned restlessly in his bed that night. She could still
hear Camilla saying those things, see her acting like that...and himself
peeking at the door. He couldn?t forget Ross?s cumslick glistening pole
sliding out of her wife?s stretched pussy. He felt a shameful arousal,
something he hadn?t felt in a long time. Seeing Camilla so obviously in
throes of passion reminded James of past times with her. He felt his
nipples crinkling, rubbing pleasurably against his blanket. He slipped his
hand to his boxers and felt for the tiny nub. An electrifying pulse
coarsed through him. He twiddled the tiny thing and thought of Camilla?s
enraptured face, the way she pushed back against him, obviously wanting
more. A strange sensation overcame him, he felt wetness between his legs.
?Oh my god, I?m getting wet!? screamed James?s mind, but the pleasurable
feeling was overpowering. Try as he might, he couldn?t bring himself over
the edge, however. He couldn?t really jerk himself, he could only rub, and
that wasn?t enough. Desperate for release, he tried to simulate the act of
fucking by straddling his pillow and humping it. This did the trick. He
ground his pelvis into the pillow and slid himself back and forth on it,
leaving a glistening trail. He tried to ignore the heavy tits slapping on
his chest and thought once more on Ross?s cock sliding into his wife?s
cunt. He finally came, a powerful wave coursed through him and he felt his
pussy contract in pleasurable convulsions. He collapsed backwards into his
bed and slept.
James felt revulsion at himself when he woke up. He had never had a
cuckolding fetish, and he wasn?t planning on having one. In fact, he was
still furious at Camilla. That thought reassured him. He hid the stained
pillow under the covers and prepared for the day. It was almost noon. He
decided to regain his lost manhood by abstaining from his makeup and
wearing only his old clothes. That plan was cut short however, as he heard
the front door open, and Camilla and Ross entering the house. They seemed
to have more time today, as they were settling in at the living room.
James was at a loss ? he couldn?t just stay in his room forever. How could
he stop the two from fucking again? He couldn?t just walk up to Ross and
say: ?I?m her husband, now get out of here!? Nothing stopped him from
cockblocking them in the living room though...
He washed himself and quickly did his makeup. It turned out a bit strong,
but that would only aid his goal. He would glue that motherfucker?s eyes
on James. He hooked his bra and lifted his heavy breasts into the cups,
noting that his nipples were still hard. He rummaged through his closet
and found what he was looking for ? a pleated miniskirt Camilla had bought
for him. He had never worn it. As a finishing touch, he pulled on a tight
yellow top.
?The bastard is crazy for tits, so how about an eyeful?? he thought
venomously and pulled the top a bit lower. Looking in the mirror, he had
to admit the woman looking back was stunning.
She had a natural hourglass figure, though heavily lopsided at the top.
Her top looked ready to burst, tented out slightly by his nipples, and
every step sent his breasts jiggling. James looked at himself morosely ?
this body screamed sex, but he was absolutely not interested in the
attention he would be getting. He affected a hopefully sexy sway into his
hips and left his room.
?Hey guys!? he said cheerfully, disguising his anger at seeing the two
sharing the couch, Ross?s hand on Camilla?s thigh. ?Uh, hi Lucy.?
stammered Ross, unabashedly leering at James. Camilla simply gave James a
wide-eyed stare of surprise. ?Mind if I join? I?m bored.? asked James and
plopped himself next to Ross. During the next hour James displayed skills
he didn?t even know he had, locking Ross?s attention on Martin. He would
deliberately lean back, pushing his hated breasts up for display, fiddling
with his skirt, and even looking at the motherfucker?s crotch once or
twice, making sure he saw. It might have been his gleeful imagination, but
it seemed to him, that the second time he sneaked a peek, the bulge was
much bigger. Camilla just sat next to Ross, not even trying to win back
his attention, looking bored. Every time James found himself inwardly
shocked ? he was flirting with his wife?s lover for fuck?s sake ? he
thought back on the scene he saw yesterday, his animalistic grunts as he
dominated James?s wife. Without even knowing it, James?s breathing
quickened and his nipples grew even harder. He felt in control for the
first time in a long while. He?d pull this fucker up way high, and let him
crush himself. James wasn?t really trying to rile Ross up, he was just
playing the ?innocent, but maybe interested? role, but he ate this right
up.
Eventually, Camilla got fed up with this game, and rose. ?Oh yeah, Ross, I
was supposed to show you my new dress. You coming?? she said bluntly over
her shoulder while leaving. ?Huh? Oh yeah, babe, in a second. Go on
ahead.? he said distractedly. Camilla closed the door a bit harder than
necessary and James was alone with Ross.
He had made it! Camilla was obviously pissed at Ross, but he didn?t seem
to mind. James had fulfilled his plan, but what now? He had to defuse the
situation before Ross got any ideas, and defuse them throughly. He was
still gonna see that asshole at the hospital every day.
He couldn?t just get up and leave either, else Ross will immediately head
to Camilla?s room and violate his wife again. His thoughts were cut short,
as Ross grabbed James into his arms and pulled him into a kiss. James was
scared stiff and tried to pull back, but the arms held him like a vise.
This sudden display of dominance scared James and caused a disgusted
excitement in him. The asshole had really lost control of himself and
James had expertly manipulated him into such a state. He could probably
take it even further. He didn?t really find it hard to kiss Ross back
convincingly, he just thought how Camilla had acted while James was
kissing her, being the passive side seemed to come naturally today. He
didn?t even flinch when Ross went for his breasts ? James had hyped them
up so much today that it seemed unfair to not give him a little touch. His
breasts had been itching lately, and the way Ross was pinching and
kneading them, seemed to satisfy that itch a bit. ?Those tits are so much
better than Camilla?s.? whispered Ross, giving James a sly little smile. A
jolt went through James?s body at that. James had always been so admiring
of Camilla?s hot body, and look what thad happened now! James was better
than Camilla, she had nothing on James. And the bitch had dared to break
the sanctity of their marriage. She was the root of all evil, not this
stupid fucker right here. Feeling a bit more relaxed, James opened his
mouth further and pushed his itching breasts into Ross?s hands. His deft
fingers quickly found James?s still engorged nipples and started running
little circles around them. A weird pathway seemed to exist between his
breasts and his...?pussy?. Jolts of pleasure jumped from his heaving
breasts to his pussy. He felt that moistening feeling again, as Ross?s
attentions to his breasts made him wet. He was alarmed to hear the sound
of a zipper, and he opened his eyes to Ross?s hardening tool.
?So, this is the thing that?s making my wife scream,? thought James. ?Does
he think I?m actually gonna fuck him or something?? A part of him was
impressed, though. Even semi-rigid, Ross?s cock was longer than James?s
had been. The image of Ross?s cumslick cock slipping out of Camilla?s
pussy came to James?s mind, unasked. He felt his pussy contract, and gave
out a soft gasp. He smelled his cock, it smelled pungent, but not
revoltingly so. He didn?t protest when Ross grabbed James?s hand and
placed it around his cock. He wanted to see this bastard at full-size.
James lightly squeezed his palm around the shaft, and was rewarded with an
amusing twitch from Ross. James tentatively moved his hand in the familiar
jerk-off motion, and was rewarded with an energetic grope of his breasts.
James felt in control again. Grasping Ross?s quickly hardening cock felt
familiar and James was again aware of the aching wet emptiness he now
sported between his legs. Rubbing his legs together was torturingly
inadequate. Ross?s cock stood at attention now, rising rigidly from
between his legs. James suddenly felt like a genius ? if he makes Ross
come, he can?t fuck Camilla.
Ross was obviously enjoying himself, but it seemed that he was expecting
more. He understood, when he felt a soft but forceful push at the back of
his head. He had a mind?s eye view of how the scene must?ve looked ? a
blonde slut with enormous tits about to give head, but that image was
quickly pushed from his head by a memory of his wife getting fucked by the
same dick. ?He probably thinks I?m some easy slut.? thought James. ?He
doesn?t even know how I?m about to fuck their relationship over.? James?s
skirt was getting in the way, so he slid off the couch and kneeled in
front of Ross. Ross adjusted himself, so his cock was pointing straight at
James and James steeled himself and bent down.He opened his lips and took
the head in his mouth, hearing a soft moan from Ross. It was amazingly
easy to get used to the taste, he didn?t see why Camilla was always so
against it. He slurped and licked the head as sluttily as he could,
casting his eyes up at Ross occasionally. He wanted this thing to be
special for Ross. Shortly, Ross?s cock was again slick with James?s
saliva, as James worked it over with his tongue. His cock was twitching,
and James knew Ross was nearing
a climax. ?This is for Camilla, you asshole? he thought, and pushed down
deep. Suddenly, several things happened at once. The door to Camilla?s
room upstairs was opened, and footsteps were nearing the stairs. Ross
suddenly pulled James?s head off his cock with a loud pop, and thrusted
his twitching at James?s face. Thick jets of cum landed on James?s
surprised face. He felt it splashing on him, dripping into his cleavage,
forming a tiny pool, slickening his heaving udders. It was over. He had
robbed Ross from Camilla. He had...sucked a man?s cock like a slut! What
the fuck had happened to him, how could he have thought it was a good
idea?
?Smile, slut!? said Camilla?s voice, laughing. James was blinded by a
camera flash, as Camilla took a picture of the scene. ?Nice going, hubby.?
said Ross. ?You think she hadn?t told me about you?? ?I?ve had better
head, but damn, those massive cum-covered udders are good too.? having
said that, he stood up and disappeared upstairs. ?So, Jamie, I think you
don?t really want this photo to be distributed. I?d gladly do it, but Ross
has taken a liking to you. You obviously make a better cumslut than a man,
so let?s keep you that way. Now get upstairs and clean up Ross?s cock.?
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