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Fox in the Hen House ******** This is a two-part story. The first is very different from the second! The transformation is in the first part, and our new girl lives out the rest of her life in the second. If that's what interests you more, skip down to the stars. ******** Alan slapped me on the shoulder and we both laughed. Towels around our waists and nothing underneath, we were prepared for a good time and a celebration. The company we'd founded together, Agricultural Solutions, had finally broken a valuation of a billion dollars. We'd started ten years earlier with nothing but a slightly more efficient way to raise chickens. And here we were, richer than we could have ever imagined. All those years of work had absolutely paid off. And so here we were, our favorite brothel. We came here whenever we had something to celebrate. A little pricy, but the girls here were beautiful, immaculate. Stupid, though, couldn't really have a conversation with them. They'd just turn the conversation back to sex. Not that we were complaining! Not only were the girls at this particular facility top notch, but you didn't have to pick between them. The whole place was open, no doors, and girls and customers alike wandered around. Whenever a customer saw something he liked, he could pull her aside and do what he liked. Alan had introduced me to the place years ago, after we made our first million-dollar contract. He'd been coming there for a while before then, even. Wasn't ashamed of it either. He ended a few relationships before he finally found a woman who didn't mind his use of prostitutes. Married her pretty quickly. Me, I was unmarried. Not enough time to get relationships right; I spent so much of myself on the business. I thought that maybe I'd start taking some more time off... but for now the whorehouse visits would have to do. "Have fun, Alan," I said. I nodded to him and dropped my towel, my cock bobbing hard in front of me. "You too there, Rick." He did the same, revealing the salt-and-pepper bush I realized I'd seen quite a few times for a business partner. We went our separate ways. It didn't take me long to find a form-perfect woman leaning nude against a wall. I leaned in and began by licking at her nipples. She moaned, sliding down the wall. I stood and grinned at her.She said nothing, grinning back at me with dull eyes. I grabbed her arm and led her to a nearby room with a padded bed. I sat her down and knelt before her. I spread her legs and began sliding three fingers inside. She writhed and moaned as my fingers brushed against her clit. I could feel the slick cum inside her, left over from whoever had found her before. Not that I minded. Some men are into chaste ladies; I like a slut. I grinned. I climbed on top of her and thrust inside roughly, biting my lip at the sensation of my cock enveloped by a tight pussy. Always familiar, but always new. Mindblowing. I thrust inside her and she gasped and moaned beneath me, begging me to fuck her. They put on quite a show here. I appreciate it. My first of the night, I didn't expect to last long. And I didn't. Only a minute or so of thrusting, leaning heavily on her and feeling her tits squashed against my chest, I thrust deep inside her and came. She came along with me, squealing beneath me, or at least she pretended to. I panted and played with her tits a while while sitting still inside her. I slowly pulled my cock from her, a string of cum still connecting us. I've always been blessed to have a quick recovery time. I never knew how handy it would come until Alan took me here. I stood up and left the room to find the second round. A bit rude to the girl, maybe, but they never seemed to respond to those niceties anyway. It was a busy night at the brothel as I looked around. Many of the girls were already taken, being fucked by one of the many men in one of the many rooms. I threw my towel around myself again and kept walking. I had never really explored the whole layout here. Never needed to. But tonight there seemed to be a shortage of girls. Behind the last room in the main hallway there was another hallway leading right with more rooms in it. I'd never gone back there but tonight found myself turning the corner. There were another few rooms with the sounds of moaning women and grunting men. I scowled. I paid top dollar for this, and I can't even find a girl? I looked down and the hallway turned again. I followed it. There must be another woman in this place. The only rooms here had doors and were marked "Employee Lounge" and "Exit". I needed to complain to someone about this. I turned to leave but then heard women moaning again... this time from the employee lounge! Were some of the girls having fun without the clients? I was going to see about this! I turned the knob to the employee lounge and started to push the door open. Immediately, a young naked man yanked the door open the rest of the way. He looked panicked. He looked at me briefly and then shot past, looking in all directions before finding the Exit door and bursting outside. I scratched my head, and then looked back to the employee lounge, slowly smiling very wide. Inside was a large room, with a padded floor, two showers in the corner, a row of cupboards against the wall, and at least ten women, all nude, clearly girls from the club. All of them were engaged with each other! Continuous sounds of moaning accompanied a writhing ball of women stroking, licking... my cock was harder than it had ever been. I chuckled... apparently the young guy just had a little too much and got scared! I threw my towel to the floor and walked inside. A few of the girls turned to look at me, clearly excited, their eyes fixing on my cock. I shut the door behind me and knelt down. I found myself quickly swimming in women. I simply lay on the floor as women fed me their tits, bounced on my cock, moaning and playing with each other as they did so. The ones who couldn't get access to me stood to the side, still playing with each other. I came eight times that night. I counted. And that wasn't counting the first girl from the main area. As I flooded one girl's pussy, the rest would gather around her and suck it clean, dipping fingers in each others' mouths, rubbing their bodies with my cum. My mind swam. I'd never seen anything even remotely like this. Those girls were rabid. I was in there a few hours. My cock kept returning, old faithful. I was starting to feel a little tired in the rest of my body. I simply lay back and let one of the women blow me while three others attended their mouths to the girl's pussy and tits. I heard a yell outside. It was Steve, the manager. I froze up, realizing I may be caught. But he was announcing something to the whole building. "Alright people! It's closing time. Finish up and be on your way!" I sighed. I suppose all good things must end. I slid the girl's mouth off of my dick and stood up, going to the door. I tried the knob. Locked. I shrugged. I supposed I'd come out when Steve came to let the girls go. I sat back down and went back to enjoying myself. A few minutes passed and the door opened. I stood up, planning to leave. "Hey Steve, sorry I..." the girls who had been on the floor streamed in and the room got a little more crowded. No sign of Steve. I walked to the door when the last girl bounded in, giggling as cum dripped down her tits, closing the door behind her. I huffed. "Dammit." The girls behind me seemed to fall into a rhythm. One opened a cupboard and pulled out what looked like dinner... ugh, protein shakes. Many started taking turns in the shower. I walked to the door and started knocking. "Steve? Hey Steve you out there? The door's locked. Do these girls live here?" No sign from the other side. I knocked harder, slamming my fist on the door. "STEVE? HEY! HEY I'M IN HERE. COME ON MAN." I scowled. He must have gone home. God dammit, Steve. I turned around, smiling again. I guess there are worse places to spend the night. It was already pretty late and I wasn't too surprised to see things mellow down, although I was a little disappointed. At this point of the night, my cock could go for a whole twenty minutes before another girl got the idea to suck it or sit on it. I shared in the girls' dinner, which was a little sour, took a shower, and watched them lay down on the padded floor one by one. I joined them, completely exhausted. As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear a mysterious hissing sound. Through the low light I saw a sort of vapor filling the room and felt it settle on my skin. Ugh, must be a laundry vent. They really should get this place touched up. I awoke in the morning to find five grinning women surrounding me. I smiled and stood. I fucked each against the wall while the rest stood in line or played with my balls. We all sat for breakfast, and I tried the door again. Still locked. It wasn't long before the door opened and Steve stepped in with a clipboard, the door open behind him. "Oh Steve, so good to see you... I'm so sorry, I got locked in and..." Steve didn't seem to notice me or pay attention. "Steve?" It was then that I heard myself. I sounded like the patter of the girls. Almost like instead of calling to Steve I'd told him about his cock. I paused, shook my head. That couldn't be right. I was clearly still woozy from the late night. I tried again. I opened my mouth to call to Steve, listening to myself to watch my words. "Fuck me!" I gasped and clamped a hand over my mouth. I began to sweat. Clearly I was a little tired... off my game. I walked up to Steve to let him know I was there. This time I opened my mouth and knew I'd be speaking correctly. "God your cock is hot, fuck me! Bend me over and play with my tits!" Steve just smiled back. "Oh well hello! You must be the newbie we booked in last night. Sorry I couldn't meet you earlier. Maybe we'll fuck later little lady. I do like to break in the newcomers." Lady? What the fuck was going on? This wasn't right. I bolted for the door. I had just run out when I felt a strong hand on my arm. A bruiser type I'd never seen before, in jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He led me back inside. Steve shook his head "Oh, you newbies. You say you're interested, you come and sign up, and then you chicken out! Don't worry... after the next spray you won't find the idea so difficult." He patted me on the shoulder and gave my cock a playful tug. My cock jumped at the touch and I shook my head to clear it. This wasn't right. This was Steve! How could he not recognize me? I pawed at him and begged, "Oh my pussy needs you... fill it with your enormous cock, split me open!" but he gently pushed me back and went to inspecting the girls. I watched the door where the bruiser stood, keeping an eye on me while two of the girls licked the length of his cock, jutting out from his jeans. I began to panic and looked around for an exit. Before too long Steve finished checking things on the clipboard and called out "Alright girls, it's time to get pretty!" The girls jumped at attention, excited. Steve led them out of the room and down the hallway. I tried to stay behind but the bruiser took my arm and led me behind them. We went near the entrance and began to file into the girl's restroom, which I'd always noticed but, of course, never had a need for. It was enormous inside, a mirror long enough for half of the girls to use it at once. There was something that looked like a sauna in the corner as well. Oddly, other than that and supply cabinets there was nothing else... no toilets. The first gaggle of women took space at the mirror. I waited at the back as they gave each other slight hair trims, applied makeup (although what they had from the night before seemed to have miraculously survived for all of them), and brushed their teeth. Some of them began to clear off the mirror and a girl took my hand and led me up. I saw myself for the first time, suddenly understanding why Steve hadn't noticed me before. What looked back at me was a distinctly feminine face. Narrowed cheeks, a button nose, long eyelashes. I gasped at the sight. I looked closer. I didn't even recognize myself. The girl who had led me up held up some scissors, then, looking me over, realized I didn't really need a trim. Although I did notice in the mirror that my hair seemed a little longer than it had been only the night before. The girl put down the scissors and picked up a makeup kit. She turned me to her and took out some pieces. I tried to brush her off but the bruiser had come up behind me and held me in place as she giggled at me. She applied the whole deal... base, eyeliner, eyeshadow, powder. I looked back at the mirror when she was done and found a striking beauty there. It wasn't until I reminded myself that that was me in the mirror that I began to panic again. The girl handed me the makeup kit, which I looked at dumbly, having no clue what to do. She sighed, took it back, and turned to the girl behind her for assistance. It wasn't long before Steve announced again. "Alright girls, get in place for the lunch rush. And remember, it's Tuesday, so if you're not with a man you should be putting on a show for everyone! Dildos are in cabinet nine like always! Now get to it!" The girls jumped and giggled, most of their nipples beginning to get hard. They filed out of the bathroom. I started to follow... maybe I could make it to the front door! But the bruiser once again foiled my plans. "Now," said Steve, "let's get you situated." He flipped some pages in his clipboard. "Ah, Rigel, of course. Glad to have you, Rigel." "No! It's Rick! You remember me! I'm Rick! Rigel must have been that guy who ran out!" I said. Or I meant to say. Of course, what came out was "My pussy needs your cock so badly! Please fill it! I'm just begging you!" Steve chuckled. "Love that spirit. Now, Rigel, taking another look at your file. Let's see here. Ah, okay. A few years of experience crossdressing for men, finally ready to take the plunge. Experience always helps, Rigel. I can see here that you've opted to keep the cock. Now, as we discussed over email, that's perfectly fine, but we don't have a lot of call for those types here. So instead of five years service in the brothel, we're going to have to sell you on at a reduced rate to a new owner." I began to panic. What? An owner? What the fuck! I turned the the mirror briefly... this couldn't be true! It was at this point that I noticed that what I had assumed was a face of fear and anxiety had come out on my mouth as a smile... I watched myself lick my lips. "The contract with the owner is only for ten years but, as I warned you, it's sometimes hard to enforce that limit. You seemed fine with that." The bruiser had begun groping my ass. Somehow I was enjoying the feeling... but I was a little distracted by what Steve was saying. "Now the good news is that you won't be waiting around long. We found a buyer before you even got here." Steve rattled off info and checked back on his clipboard. Wh... what? "So just to be clear, let's see what you'll have going. Ah, got it. Okay, so keeping the cock... hmmm... with that we typically add a self-lubricating asshole, you didn't check the box but you're definitely going to want it. Let's go ahead and add that on." He checked a box on the form. "Now remember, with all the other changes that cock won't be fertile, but I don't think you'll mind... standard body... hourglass figure, D cups, long wavy blonde, permanently looking about twenty five... you specifically requested a jiggly ass... we can do that for you. We have another girl with one of those. Ripples when you spank it!" He smiled. He paused, chewing his pen. "Oh, almost forgot! Silly me. Of course the standard internal modifications... you'll be perfectly capable of surviving on cum, or any similar protein-based substitute. And you won't have a need to go to the bathroom any more, any extra calories will just be routed to your tits." He nodded, then wandered over to the sauna-looking object. My heart sank. What sort of creature was I about to become? How was this even possible?! The bruiser was sliding a hand between my ass. I blushed as I realized I was enjoying the sensation. "You've already had the first spray with the girls... that took care of the face and vocabulary, and got you started on the hair. This second spray will put in the personality and get some of the other physical changes moving. We'll just keep you in there until you're cooked to perfection!" He walked back over to me. "But first, what kind of gentleman would I be to refuse a request?" He dropped his pants, revealing an enormous 8" cock. A dark head, veined down the side. A drop of precum stretched to his boxers. I paused. I wasn't really into men... before I could respond the bruiser had handed me to Steve, who turned me around and gently pushed my hands down onto the mirror counter. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the counter and spread it over himself. "See? The self-lubing ass is definitely the way to go. Skip this whole deal every time." He wasted no time, his cockhead suddenly at my asshole. I'd never taken anything up my asshole before... never wanted to! But suddenly I heard myself moaning as the pressure mounted behind me. And to be honest... it wasn't what I would have chosen but it actually kind of felt nice! The bruiser smiled and stroked my cock, bobbing hard below me. Steve grunted as his cock began to stretch my hole. I gasped and tried to curse, but it came out as a desperate moan. Fuck, this hurt! Steve, clearly under the impression that I was quite a bit more experienced, sighed happily and pushed forward. I felt myself speared on his giant cock, hardly able to keep my elbows up. It was like something pushing against my guts from the inside! He finally bottomed out inside me. I sweated and bit my lip. He waited for a moment, just there with my ass stretched impossibly wide around him. I began to adjust. It slowly began to feel good... I don't think they were doing that to me with the spray either... I... I actually kind of enjoyed it. Steve slid out and slowly pushed back in again and the moan that came from my lips matched the one in my head, for once. The bruiser's surprisingly soft hand stroking my cock certainly helped. Steve picked up speed, putting a hand on my shoulder as he started bucking faster and faster, my shoulders fell to the counter and he pushed hard into me, thrusting his cock deep inside over and over. My balls tightened as I came over the floor. The bruiser smiled and sat back, leaving my dripping cock, watching the show. My mind focused dart-like on the cock in my ass. It felt like forever before Steve pulled back, grunting. I felt something warm and wet on my back. Steve was shooting all over me. Ropes covered me from ass to my shoulders. Some had gotten in my hair as well. I tried to say that was surprisingly good but... I wasn't sure I was going to make a lifestyle out of it. But true to form what came out was "Oh thank you for the cum sir! This is just what I needed! You have an amazing cock." Steve stood me up and led me, a little dazed, to the small sauna. He shut the glass door behind me. I looked back at him and felt deeply embarrassed. What was I allowing him to do to me? Why had I let him fuck me? Oh god what was happening? I heard the hissing again. A pink vapor swirled around me and settled on my skin again. It didn't take long for the first change to hit. My eyes fixated on the still- dangling cock that had just fucked me. Oh god it looked good. The reality of the cock in front of me suddenly was the center of my being. I needed it badly. I wanted it badly. I was no longer embarrassed. I pressed at the door, hoping for the cock, but it would not budge. Suddenly I remembered the deposit of cum on my backside. I immediately reached behind me and scooped up what I could gather. I dribbled it at my lips, rubbed it on my chest, stroked my cock with it. Steve and the bruiser chuckled. "The personality change is always the best one." I tried to understand just what was going on. I was still definitely in here. It was still me in my head. Still my stupid thoughts I wouldn't be able to say. But what I wanted had changed. Before the cock had felt nice... but now I NEEDED it. It sounded like the most amazing thing in the universe. And not just his. Anyone's! I looked down at my own. Maybe that one was not as exciting. But still! I began stroking my cock and came against the wall of the sauna in no time. Steve nodded "Glad you enjoyed that. The next changes are a little more painful, and we don't really have any use for you around here, so we're going to go ahead and put you to sleep for a while." "Fill my needy pussy, sir!" I called back through the door, elated. I felt a sting in my chest as the vapor started to fill the sauna again. I rubbed my chest and my eyes opened wide as I realized how good they felt. It started shifting underneath my hands. I felt it beginning to push outwards as my eyelids began to droop, the vapor swirling around... I breathed it in. I rubbed my nipples, slowly slowly pushing forward, as I sat down against the wall... and finally dropped off to sleep. I awoke with a body that was sore all over. I coughed, sitting up, my vision blurry. My hands wandered. They started at my face, feeling the same sharp features I'd had before going to sleep, but also feeling the thick wavy hair that settled behind my shoulders. I moved down, cupping my tits... or trying to. No matter how wide I spread my smooth hands, I just couldn't grab the whole thing at once. My nipples rubbed hard against my hands and I moaned. On a mission, I kept feeling myself, closing my eyes. A flat belly led to very rounded hips, my ass nearly a pool beneath me as I sat on it, soft and giving. My hands moved to my cock, which felt a little bigger than it had been... although maybe that was my new hands. The lack of hair on my cock made me realize that the rest of my body hair had similarly been removed. My hands stroked the inside of my new thighs... shaped a little differently... as I stroked I opened my eyes and my vision returned. Alan! Alan was crouching in front of me, smiling. "A good job on this one, Steve!" Steve, behind him, nodded. "Alan! Oh god Alan! You won't believe what's happened!" I thought. I said, "Hello nice sir, I'd love it if you were to bend me over and fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked!" and batted my new, long eyelashes. Alan nodded and began groping, feeling my tits, reaching behind me and grabbing a handful of ass, sliding a finger in my hole and emerging covered in lube, which he wiped on my arm. "Just to specification. Yep, I'll take her." "What? What? Alan, what are you talking about?" I tried to say. But before long my eyes fixed on his crotch, thinking about the salt and pepper bush and formidable dick lurking behind the cloth. I reached a hand forward and began stroking before he stood up. Alan handed a check to Steve as I stood up. He handed me a long nightgown which I automatically slipped over my head. It was not flattering. Alan began leading me towards the door, my body not responding to my calls to yank away from his hand and ask what the fuck was up. "Oh, Steve, by the way, you didn't happen to see where Rick went when we were here last week? He hasn't been back to work since." Steve shrugged. I was out for a week? Steve handed Alan a small box "All the pills you'll need are in there, and there's a number for refills. You've got to keep the regimen going or she'll revert. Unless you want to build a spray room in your house" he laughed. "There are also some in there if you want to change any of the body parts... bigger tits, stuff like that." Alan nodded and took it. Alan sighed and led me out the brothel door. I was outside. The thought of bolting came to me... but then so did the thought of Alan's cock. I could have it. I could have it inside me. The reality consumed me until I was inside the car, barely covered by the nightgown. Alan drove me to his house as I babbled about cock. I watched his bulge as he drove and he pushed me away whenever I tried to reach for it. He had always been safety minded. We arrived at his house. He smiled and pulled a ribbon from the back seat, wrapping it around my head and tying it into a bow. He motioned for me to get out of the car. I did, and followed him inside. "Oh honey!" he called. His wife Carol appeared from the living room. She jumped a bit, wondering what the hell the busty woman in the nightgown and bow, pawing at her husband's chest and crotch, was doing. "Happy anniversary!" Alan announced loudly. "I got us a slave!" Carol's brow furrowed "You know what I said about getting yourself a slave!" "No!" Alan said. "This one's for both of us. Look!" He lifted the nightgown, my hard cock present and at attention. "She'll be for you too, whenever you want! And she doesn't have a pussy for me to fuck, just an ass! I know you said you didn't want me to have a second pussy around the house. Plus, she'll do all the chores. Come on honey, see how this is good for us? And besides, we can afford it... if Rick stays disappeared too much longer, I get his half of the company!" Carol smiled "I suppose this does sound fun! Aw, look at the little slut! Kind of cute." I was rubbing my tits against Alan's side. "No word on Rick, by the way?" Alan shook his head sadly. "Who knows where that guy went... or why!" I tried to tell him I was right here, for him to bring me back to normal! Although... this did feel pretty good... I didn't say anything sexy instead because my mouth was wrapped around his crotch as I started to fiddle with his zipper. I heard Carol disrobing behind me as I found what I had been craving for nearly an hour... Alan's cock. I pulled it out and paused a moment just to admire it. But that didn't last too long. I dove forward and licked its length, sucking it inside hard. Carol turned me around and pushed my head into her pussy, which I began licking. Pussies weren't quite as appealing as they used to be... but my mind buzzed as I started to think of her clit as a little tiny cock. Alan lifted me up and pulled off my bow and nightgown, leaving Carol and I nude and him quickly disrobing. He threw me over his shoulder... I realized how much smaller I had gotten... and carried me to their bedroom, Carol close in tow, playing with her nipples. Alan fingered my ass as he carried me. Alan tossed me on the bed. "Oh fuck me please master" I blurted. Master? I wondered where I had picked that up. But it seemed to fit. After all... just the thought of his cock could keep me in line. He turned me over as Carol positioned herself in front of me. Alan positioned his cock at my entrance as Carol watched and played with her clit. Alan slowly pushed forward, parting my asshole. I could feel each ring inside me part as Alan pushed his way inward. I felt every inch of his cock filling me out, completing me. I moaned deeply. Alan was all the way inside me. He lifted me to kneeling in front of him, his cock buried inside me, as Carol positioned herself. Alan leaned me over her, my cock easily sliding inside her as she moaned. Our tits squished against each other as Alan began to thrust. I matched him, fucking his wife in matching rhythm, nearly gurgling with pleasure, biting my lip. I opened my eyes and looked over at the mirror on their wall at the scene. Alan behind me, thrusting his cock deeply inside me, over and over. Carol moaning beneath me. Me in the middle hardly able to keep myself together. This seemed right. This seemed like what I wanted to do... at least what I wanted to do now. The sight of it, the sensations rushing around me, overcame me and I whined shrilly as I came inside Carol. She came herself as cum gushed into and out of her pussy, my thrusting cock pushing some out, coating my balls. I didn't even need a break. My cock remained hard and I kept pushing, waiting for Alan to fill my ass with his delicious seed. This was good, I thought, this will be the way it is for a long while. ******************* Epilogue: the Annals of Alans My life with Carol and Alan was everything I hoped it could be. They kept me on my pills. They were a busy couple, so most of my day was spent cleaning their house. One day Alan had brought home what he jokingly called a "maid outfit" - black panties and bra with white lace. I had always hated cleaning as a man, but just the fact of following their orders filled me with a sense of purpose and erotic submissiveness. Steve had never mentioned putting that in me... I wondered if I'd wanted something along these lines all along. The sex was mindblowing. Alan kept his cock buried in me whenever he was home. He wasn't picky... while we watched TV... under the dinner table... any time was good for him. The initial arrangement with Carol didn't last long. She decided she preferred Alan's cock to mine, and I didn't get to fuck her very often. I didn't mind that too much. Mostly she had me acting as her alarm clock. She loved to wake up to a mouth on her pussy and two hands massaging her tits. After a while of watching Alan have most of the fun, she bought herself a strapon, which she wore most of the time she was at home. At that point I never got any cleaning done when they weren't at work... too much time spent with a cock of some kind buried in my ass! The brothel eventually went out of business as the change technology got a little more widely available. I realized one day, looking at the calendar and realizing that it had been ten years, that they weren't around to call to remind Alan when his ten year contract was up. I paused in my dusting, then the plug I kept in my ass during the day shifted and I gasped. I decided I didn't mind that too much. Of course, eventually things have to change. Here I was, permanently looking twenty-five, while Alan and Carol aged like normal. I wondered why they didn't take the same pills I did... I could never ask them directly but I overheard their conversations when they were talking about my pills. Apparently some of the pills cover multiple changes and can't be split up. The age pill went along with the vocabulary changes. Of course they wouldn't want that. In the meantime things had cooled a little. I'd taken to wearing actual clothes since they had a son, Alan Jr. And he grew up, and his parents grew old. On the day that Alan Jr. was to be sent to his own apartment, Alan Sr. took us both aside, and put my hand in Jr.'s. I was to be his from then on. Alan Jr. wasn't as experienced as Alan Sr. had been when I joined his house. I have to say I taught him a few tricks. And turned them! Alan Jr. was not quite the businessman his father was, and to go the extra mile in nabbing clients he had my services to offer. And of course, I did not mind one bit. Alan Jr. eventually married. At this point house slaves were... while not exactly common, an understood item. So his wife was not too shocked when we were introduced and I asked to suck her tits. Alan Jr. moved back to his parents' house on their death and kept me a little tucked away, away from the kids. I lived in their bedroom, ready to take Alan's cock or give his wife mine whenever they needed - which was pretty often. Eventually, of course, they grew old too. Their son, Alan III, was surprised to learn their parents even owned a slave. I was introduced and gifted on the same day. In turn, I was introduced to his girlfriend. I admit I'd never met the guy, only heard Alan Jr. and his wife talk about him, but I'd never have guessed him for a dominant man! Alan III was excited to add me to his collection, his girlfriend Tracy already a slave. Not a manufactured one like me, but a voluntary one. A submissive. They enjoyed bondage sessions, and soon, so did I. Tracy was a weird one. She became obsessed with me. She admired my body, admired the full effort I gave to being a good slave for her husband. After much begging and pleading, she began a regimen of plastic surgery. A year later, after all the recovery, she returned home. She looked just like me, head to toe. It was like looking in a mirror... except for the pussy between her legs and the mouth that could say anything she wanted. Alan III enjoyed putting us in panties so he couldn't tell who he was about to fuck until he pulled them off. He called us both "Slave Number Two" and I felt a rush of dizziness and elation at the way he exerted his control over us. Eventually they, too, had a son. Alan IV. After he grew a little, they sent him to boarding school, so as to be able to enjoy their slave/master lifestyle in peace. They loved seeing him on vacations, but sighed heavily as they put away the leather and chains, and put our cage back in the closet. The cage where Tracy and I would be chained with our mouths at the others' genitalia. Tracy passed, an unforeseen disease, and Alan III was devastated. He treated me more harshly, levying on me the dominance he had previously given to two. I could see the slight disappointment in his face every time he ripped off my panties to fuck me. A cock, again. My gifting to Alan IV was a little hard on Alan III for that reason. But he knew he needed me gone to get over her. Alan IV was a little more straightforward than his father. It was a little too odd to be fucking a woman who looked like his mother, so he took advantage of some of the body change pills. After a few days in his care I was sporting bigger tits and a slightly Asian-looking face. Alan IV was a whiz at the family business. A busy man. He felt bad for his little slave getting too little attention and gave all the deliverymen keys to the door. I appreciated that. As a busy man, he had difficulties getting a relationship going, as I had. He realized that his career was suffering without some arm candy. So I found myself in my most public position so far, accompanying my faux-husband to corporate events. A little throat tranquilizer before we went so I wouldn't make any inappropriate comments. At one point he tried to take me off the age and vocabulary pill so I wouldn't be likely to embarrass him. But the pill wore off slowly. Soon I was saying what I liked, but I was starting to age and my verbal abilities were something like a toddler's. And given my personality, most of what I wanted to talk about with him was fucking anyway. He put me back on them, shuddering as he told me that my broken speech off the pill made him feel like he was fucking a kid. I think he really grew to love me. I felt bad, unable to really communicate with him. But then he grew older and a connection with me seemed a little unrealistic, even to him. He married the daughter of a business rival to facilitate a merger. After that, he would only fuck me on the sly. To her I was nothing more than a housemaid who said very dirty things. Their son, Alan V, stepped out of the house on his eighteenth birthday to find a brand new sports car, keys to a house, and me in lingerie in the driver's seat. Alan V treated me with caution, just having me clean a while. It wasn't until he saw me undressing and realized that I had a cock that he grew more interested. He fucked me a few times, after coming home from college classes. But soon he had shifted to sucking my cock on a regular basis. The night before his senior year at college he came home with a look of resolve on his face. He pulled out a bottle of lube and bent over for me. The message was clear. I fucked him as he squealed and moaned in utter bliss. Alan V was a little different in other ways. He never talked to me, despite my usual pleadings for cock. To Alan V I was more like a fixture of the house. This became ever more clear to me as he ignored what I had to offer for more masculine men, who started to visit the house regularly. When he was out of the room they whispered about how excited they were to fuck the billionaire heir. I was happy to get his castoffs after they finished with him. Alan V took an interest in art, and to him I was just an opportunity to sculpt. I spent a whole year suspended nude on the wall, a fucking machine positioned beneath me, fucking me constantly. My body was held tight with straps and posed how he liked. He turned it off so I could sleep, but otherwise I came roughly every half hour, shooting over the floor beneath me, spraying wide. As he placed me I expected I'd get sore or my muscles would atrophy. But something about this body... with every thrust of the machine inside me it was like I was refreshed anew. I was quite the attraction. The orgies he held were enormous successes, and I was the spectacle. The men enjoyed my cum spraying over them, marking the time, and the sight of my contorted obscene body dangling above them. Given that Alan V spent most of his time under a pile of men, covered in cum, the existence of Alan VI came as a bit of a surprise. Apparently while in college and still a little confused, Alan V had fucked his roommate's sister. She showed up with a six year old boy named Alan once her money had run out, and she decided her son needed a father. Alan V was not happy at the interruption of his fun, and bought a house for the boy's mother, Karen, to live in with Alan VI. I was sent along to take care of them. From the moment he met me, Alan VI looked at me in awe. A little disturbed by the way I talked, but he looked past that and became excited whenever I was around. Karen was fascinated by me as well. She confessed having a "thing" for girls with cocks. A common pastime in the new house was her inviting a strapping man over so she could watch him fuck me while she played with herself. Karen was sad to give me to Alan VI when he grew old enough to leave the house, but Alan V, in a snit at the time, having been pulled away from the cock in his mouth so he was having the phone conversation with only a cock in his ass, pressed on her that her house hinged on following the tradition. I was to be for the family line. Alan VI was quiet. He rarely fucked me. And when he did he seemed more fascinated than aroused. One day he came to my room and had me start going through my clothes for things to him to wear. He fucked me, energized, dressed in the panties and skirts I had for leaving the house. Alan V died young, leaving the company to Alan VI, who was none too disturbed by his absentee father's death or the responsibilities of the company, leaving it in control of the managers. After Alan V and Karen were gone, Alan VI moved back into the mansion and was in womens' clothing all the time. A year after their passing, he came home with a tall man. The man said nothing to me, even after I begged for his cock. He wandered the house, examining it, while Alan VI waited on the porch. Picking up items and putting them back. He looked me up and down, poking and prodding me as well. He called for Alan. Alan came inside, looking nervous, but expectantly at the man. The man spoke. "Yes, Alan, I accept. I'll take you. You've been a very obedient little toy for me. One of my favorite sissies. I will take you and everything you have." Alan smiled wide and began jumping up and down. The man pulled a small collar out of his pocket and latched it around Alan. Alan ran to a cupboard and pulled out a piece of paper. I stood still as he took it to the man. It appeared to be a deed. Alan stood over it and signed it. Signed away everything. He handed it to the man and gasped as he closed his eyes. A wet spot formed in his panties as he came. The man smiled. Alan sighed happily and melted to the floor, suddenly a man... well, kind of a man... with absolutely nothing in the entire world, completely under the control of his master. The man came to me, holding me by the chin "Hello there, I've heard about you. You were his, which means now you're mine. I'm Drew, although you'll be calling me Sir." He groped parts of my body "Hmm... a manufactured slave. Not bad. However, things are going to change for you. I like my slaves to be able to tell me exactly the ways I'm going to own them. That one-track vocabulary of yours just won't do. I'll be taking you off that pill immediately." I looked at Alan on the floor, who had crawled over to Drew and begun moaning happily at the feet of the newly-minted multibillionaire master. I looked up at Drew. I hoped my face was showing worry. After so long, this was going to be a change. It was only a few days before Drew moved in his harem into the mansion. Eight other slaves. I'd assumed that Alan VI had given up everything so he could at least be a special slave... but he was only one of many. Drew didn't seem to have any intention of treating Alan VI specially because of what he'd brought to the relationship. My toddler voice had returned and I was getting used to being able to say what I wanted again, at least in limited amounts. Drew was a demanding slavemaster, but what he truly relished was dominating his slaves in exactly the way they dreamed of. Alan's further transformation interested me, as Drew took total control of him. Alan seemed to prize having every inch of his body controlled, immobilized. He spent hours locked in a tight suit, unable to do anything but breathe. I'd watch him in the suit and hear him moan, occasionally cumming from the experience. The vocabulary pill took quite some time to wear off fully. It was a month before I could speak full sentences, and three months before I was talking like a normal person. Of course, the vocabulary pill had also been the anti-aging pill, and I knew that my age would advance like normal from now on. Things were progressing in the house by the time I could speak. I gathered they had extra space here compared to where they had been and were able to have more room to play. One man had started acting 24/7 as a dog, complete with ears and a tail buttplug. A woman was working on making herself too fat to move. At first I thought Drew had brought a butler, but I soon realized that it was another of his slaves, wearing fancy clothes and helping Drew with every task. I soon learned that Drew called him by tugging on a string that was attached to the man's cock. Alan VI had progressed to a different kind of immobility. A plastic surgery had finally given her the tits of his dreams - ones too big to allow her to stand. Honestly she was a bit comical - nude tits flowing over her body, somehow still perky, keeping her anchored to the ground. At the same time, Drew had been working on her ass, moving her to progressively larger and larger butt plugs. Three months in, after only a month of butt plug work, she was already on a plug that at its largest point was the size of my thigh. Whenever I passed she would look at me in utter ecstasy. My speech had returned fully, and Drew put me to doing the slave work I knew best - housework. He was such an imposing figure. Every word of every cleaning command he gave be shot through me. I found myself cumming on the floor (not being allowed any panties) at the completion of many of the tasks, suddenly then having another clean up project to do. And at night, he finally took advantage of what none of the Alans ever had - he spanked my ass, sending ripples through it, just like Steve had promised it would, so very very long ago. The spanking somehow made me calm as it stung, my tits swinging below me, hitting Drew's leg. My words back, I finally realized the servitude that I desired most. I talked to Drew, and he nodded firmly, and that is what leads me to write my story. Drew had me sit down and tell what had happened to me so that everyone would know. So that everyone would be aware of what I am. So that I could be a slave for everyone. The book came out a year later. I read the acceptance letter as Drew spanked my ass harder than he ever had before, out of celebration. "Slut Through Time" was a bestseller. Apparently most of the manufactured slaves from my time had returned to themselves rather quickly, their time at the brothel limited to five years, or new owners recognizing the ten-year contract. They'd gotten their speech back, aged, and died. So my perspective was unique. I had a memoir that ran hundreds of years. And I'm sure the number of cocks, masters, and juicy gossip about the Alans helped sales. Drew had a part of the house transformed to a museum exhibit, each room made to look like a period of my life. My old office, the brothel, the mansion in different eras... and I was there every day, nine to five. Telling the story. More often than not, taking orders for which parts of the story to tell. Visitors were encouraged to dominate me, to order me around the exhibit, to spank me, to fuck me hard over any surface they liked. And every day, many, many did. I hadn't been so fulfilled with cock in ages. And every day I would come back to the main part of the mansion, melt at Drew's words as I heard my cleaning orders, perform them, and return for a spanking in full view of the rest of the slaves. Alan VI nearly drooling in his immobile bliss, his nipples rubbing against the floor, his cock straining against his panties. And this time I grew older with the rest of them. Fucked, spanked, ordered, I lived out the rest of my natural slut life.