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The Nest Synopsis: A first year college student needs a part time job to pay his expenses. When he hears about one it sounds to be too good to be true, but then the job turns out not to be what he expected - in so many, many ways. High school is like a butcher shop - it takes in hunks of raw meat, converts them into various cuts for different uses, packages them, and sends them out into the world to be consumed. The "Prime Cuts" are the top of the line students. The girls have long blond hair, blue eyes and big tits. They'll get good grades, be cheerleaders and maybe class officers. But they're really preparing to catch a "prime cut" boy and get married. The boys are the captains and star players on the sports teams and have GPAs high enough to get them into the better colleges - if a place isn't already waiting for them in the family business empire. The "Bargain Cuts"? Well those are the ordinary students, the majority of the class. They participated in school sports and activities, but their pictures never appeared on the front page of the weekly school newsletter. The girls are good looking but not spectacular, the boys might be just a little on the heavy side or still be fighting a case of acne. They'll graduate with okay GPAs, but nothing that will get them into a top-flight college or university - and their parents probably couldn't afford to send them there if they did. Then there are the "Leftovers" - the kids that just barely made it through to graduate. If they have any plans for a career their highest aspirations are probably to get into a training program that will lead to a job that will pay at least a little better than minimum wage. Failing that they can always enlist and let the government take care of them. And finally there are the "Trimmings" - the kids that get lost along the way, that drop out or flunk out. They plan to just do the minimum to make sure that they have enough money (not necessarily legally earned) to keep them supplied with the alcohol or the drugs that make their existence livable - if you could call it that. I'm a "Bargain Cut," and when I started my Senior year. I knew how high school was supposed to be some of the best four years (or maybe five or six depending upon how hard you study) of your life - but it sure didn't seem that way at the time. I guess it would have been easier if Dan had still been around. Dan - my best friend through my first three years of high school - same likes, same dislikes - we were inseparable. And, uh, even sort of ..... but I don't want to go there. And then he never showed up for class at the beginning of our Senior year. No matter how hard we tried, we always lost touch with each other during summer vacations. Dan's family was dirt poor - sharecroppers - and during the summer they moved wherever the work was - living in a beat up old trailer hauled behind their pickup truck. But toward the end of summer the old trailer would show up in a rundown trailer park at the edge of town and Dan and I would resume our friendship. But not my Senior year. I really, really missed Dan and tried to locate him as best as I could, and eventually decided that he was no longer to be a part of my life. Without Dan to hang around with I was pretty much a loner that last year of high school - spent most of my waking hours at school, or studying at the Library, or doing the yardwork and odd jobs that earned the money that I was putting away so I could go to college - anything but spending time at home. Home? My parents were aging hippies, living off of whatever welfare, food stamps and handouts they could beg, borrow or steal from anyone - stoned out of their minds most of the time. I had one older brother who had managed to get out of the house by getting a girl pregnant in his Junior year and solving that problem by enlisting in the Army and getting shipped off to somewhere. My two younger sisters - they only went to school when forced to and spent most of their time trying to attract the boys that would take them out for a good time if they promised to spread their legs or provide some oral sex. "Leftovers" all. But my grades were good enough, and our family income so low that I got a "full ride" on tuition at a state community college far enough away from my home town so that I didn't have to worry about running into my parents or younger sisters. Other than getting as far away from home as I could, I didn't really have any career goals in mind - something in business or the automotive field seemed okay, so I declared a major in Automotive Technology. Back in high school we called that Auto Shop, but I guess "Technology" sounds sexier than "Shop." After the first semester I actually surprised myself by getting pretty good grades and enjoying the classes. While my tuition was covered by the state, that still left room and board. I found the least expensive lodgings that I could - a single room "apartment" in an old wooden three story house that had been partitioned into as many small "apartments" as the building code would allow. My "apartment" was really just a 10' by 16" room with a bed, a couple of beat up chairs, a dresser and a small table where I could study and use a hotplate to cook the few meals that I actually ate in my room. There was a communal refrigerator (never cleaned and really, really gross) in the hallway and a single bathroom at the end of the hallway that I shared with the other five "apartments" on that floor. I guess the best thing about the "apartment" was that it was pretty cheap - only $125/month. Take that $125/month and add some food and a few books though, and I realized that at the rate I was burning through my meager savings, I'd run out of money before the end of my first year at the school. So I started looking for a part time job to earn enough to carry me through to the summer break where hopefully I'd be able to get a fulltime job that paid enough to cover my second year at the school. Well, "looking" and "finding" I found out are two different things - especially in a small college town where a lot of other students are also looking for part time work. After several months of looking without success for a part time job that fit my class schedule, and almost out of money I was wondering what my next step could be. And then as I was taking one last look at the bulletin board in the campus employment office I heard a girl's beautiful voice say, "You won't find the kind of job there that will pay anything. But I know of a place that's hiring." I turned around to look at the speaker and, well, almost shit my pants I was so surprised. She was knockout beautiful! About my height, long flowing blonde hair, deep blue eyes, a narrow waist above ample hips that were barely covered by a pair of skintight nylon jogging shorts, gorgeous tanned legs and the best feature - a huge pair of tits that were barely contained in a skimpy white T-shirt emblazoned with the slogan, "Fondle Me!" in large pink letters. "Uh, you ..... were, uh ..... were you talking ..... uh, to me?" I stammered. She giggled for a second or two and bounced up and down a little on her feet which made her breasts jiggle and sway in a way that made it difficult for me to ignore the instructions printed on her T-shirt. "I wasn't kidding, you know. I really do know of a place that's hiring," she continued in a breathy voice. "Are you interested?" "Uh, yeah. I mean of course I'm interested. Yes. Certainly. Interested, that is. Yes I am," I managed to get out. "Here's a card with the address. I work there. I hope you get the job," she said as she smiled and winked at me as she handed me a business card and then turned and walked away giggling to herself, with her ass doing this beautiful swaying-bouncing motion. For the second time in five minutes I almost shit my pants. Like, I was almost in shock. I'm kind of an average-looking guy, not bad looking, but not really special. And to have a seriously hot chick come up to me out of the blue and tell me about a job opening like that, kind of blew my mind. Plus, I couldn't really put my finger on it, but there almost seemed like there was something a little familiar about her. Now I'd never have been able to forget a hottie like that, but there was just something about the way she talked or acted that reminded me of someone else. And to top it all off I was beginning to wonder whether the whole thing was some sort of joke or something. I looked around and didn't see any cameras or other students standing off looking at me and laughing, but you never know. So I just stuffed the card that she'd given me into my jeans and went off to my next class, shaking my head at what had just happened to me. In bed that night I lay there remembering how she had looked, and how her big nipples had shown through her skimpy T-shirt as she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, and how everything had just sort of jiggled and bounced and swayed a little as she moved. Man what a package! So I jerked off while I imagined myself tearing off her clothes and screwing her! The next morning reality set in as I realized that I only had $17 in my wallet, a little change in my jeans, and had cleaned out my savings account the previous week. So I figured that while the whole thing was probably some sort of a joke or hoax or something, I really didn't have much to lose so I put on clean jeans and an almost-clean sweatshirt, brushed my teeth and combed my shaggy hair to make myself look as presentable as possible and headed off to the address printed on the card. When I got there and saw the large neon sign that advertised "BOOBIES," I began to understand the way the cutie had dressed the previous day. I'd heard about the place but never been able to afford it. Up till a couple of years ago the place had been a Hooter's Restaurant before it closed. Then after several months it reopened as BOOBIES - which I'd heard was sort of like a Hooters - just more so. The waitresses are chosen for their beauty AND their large breasts. Their uniforms are designed to cover as little as is legally required - and the tops have these suggestive slogans printed on them. And the waitresses are encouraged to flirt with the customers, maybe even more than flirt according to some rumors. So I was beginning to wonder what kind of positions they were really hiring for, but then I remembered the $17 in my wallet and decided to at least go in and talk to them. Turns out they weren't open for lunch yet but a waitress came and unlocked the front door for me after I pushed the button for "Deliveries." Oh Man, she was just as good looking as the girl that had talked to me yesterday, and her T-shirt bearing the logo "My boyfriend's Wife hates me!" was stretched almost to bursting over her big breasts. After I told her that I was interested in a job, she directed me down a side corridor leading to the kitchen and told me to ask for the Chef. Oh My God! These beauties just keep appearing and appearing! I could identify the Chef as the one wearing an apron and white cap - and also a tight T-shirt with the words "My Rack Hurts!" on it, again stretched tightly over her chest. As I tried to stop staring down at her bulging T- shirt, we talked about what jobs were available, and it turned out that with my lack of experience, dishwasher was all that I qualified for. And yeah, it was minimum wage, but at least it was second shift so I could go to class first and then show up for work late in the afternoon. So we agreed that I would start in two days and she gave me a number of forms to fill out and bring back when I reported for work. "Uh, don't take this wrong," I asked as I was leaving, "But, uh, I don't see any guys working here. Do they come in later in the day?" "No," she replied with a funny sort of smile on her face, "Guys don't seem to last long around here," as she ushered me out the door. As I was leaving, the beauty that had talked to me at the campus employment office entered, wearing a top that said "Who needs a nice ass when you have tits like these?" "I got the job, thanks for the tip," I said to her. "Great," she replied, "I'm looking forward to training you," leaving me wondering how much training could be required to wash dishes. "Hi. I'm Danica," she said when I reported for work two days later, "And from your application you are Tomasz?" "Well," I replied, "Tom is what I usually use." "Tom, that's a nice name. It'll do for awhile," she said. I had that funny feeling again that there was something familiar about Danica. Training on the dishwasher didn't take all that much time. Just scrape off most of any food left on the plate and blast it with a high pressure sprayer to wash off most of the rest. Then rack up the plates and other items in large plastic carriers about three feet on a side. Slide the carriers into the washer, close the side doors and hit the START button. After the cycle was complete in a couple of minutes slide the carrier out, slide another carrier in and start another wash cycle. The dishes that had just come out had to cool for several minutes because the final wash temperature was 170F, after which they could be stacked on shelves. Really, not too much to the job. Well, except for that time I forgot to close the side doors before I hit START and everything within ten feet got sprayed with hot water. Danica just laughed and said, "All the guys do that the first time." The only problem was that I'd just put on a pair of underwear, some jeans and a sweatshirt that morning and I was way overdressed for the job. Not that I looked too nice or anything, but the kitchen was pretty hot to begin with and every time I opened the dishwasher to slide in a new load a huge blast of moist hot air came out in my face. So after an hour or so my clothes were soaked with sweat and my face was bright red. Danica stopped by and asked, "Feeling the heat and humidity a little? You look kinda hot." Uh, yeah it didn't take a genius to see that I was on the verge of heatstroke. And speaking of looking hot, today Danica was wearing these skimpy shorts and a tube top instead of a T-shirt. Not only was the tube top a size too small for her, it only covered up her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts to bulge out above and below. And the "Yes, my tits would like a drink" slogan printed on it did sort of draw your attention to them. "Take a break," she said to me, "Grab a cold soda and come with me." I followed her back to the employee's locker room where she rummaged around in her locker and brought out a pair of tan shorts. "Change into these. You really don't need anything else when you're working in the kitchen and they'll be a lot cooler." I thought that was pretty nice of her till I stripped down (with her standing there watching me) and pulled on the shorts. They were, like, a little on the small size and the stretchy fabric fit tightly to my body. Which wouldn't have been that much of a problem except that, well, while I'm kind of average size there's one part of me that's pretty, uh, "healthy" and that's the equipment between my legs. So I've got the shorts on and they clearly revealed the shape and size of my dick as it lay to the left under the shorts. It looked like I had a banana in there - a BIG banana. Oh, and did I mention that the shorts had "GODDESS" emblazoned across the back. So I was pretty embarrassed and Danica didn't help things when we were walking back to the kitchen as she reached down with her hand and caressed the bulge as she whispered, "Cute," in my ear. And of course that got me turned on and the bulge got even bigger. So after I'd gotten back to running the dishwasher I was, like, all shiny with sweat, and trying to keep turned so no one would notice the big bulge in the girls' shorts I was wearing and Danica must have spread the word as the waitresses kept walking past and checking me out and making comments like, "He looks like he's happy to see us," "Wouldn't mind having that in bed with me," "He must exercise it a lot," "I can see why she hired him," and "Better enjoy it while you can" - I didn't understand that last one. But after working there for several weeks I got to know all the girls and whenever we weren't working like mad to keep up with orders we'd just relax a little till the next panic, grab a snack and a soda and just talk about stuff. After I got over my initial embarrassment about wearing a pair of Danica's shorts, I realized that they really were more practical than my heavy boy's clothes when running the dishwasher, and had Danica buy a couple of pairs for me to use so I wouldn't have to keep borrowing hers. After the first couple of days when I was kind of embarrassed and, uh "excited," things seemed more routine and I stopped getting those huge erections all the time. And I found I could stick my dick back down between my legs so that the bulge was hardly noticeable at all. Guess it must have been because I was working in that steam and warm moist air from the dishwasher all the time, because after four or five weeks on the job I noticed a change in the texture of my skin. Where it had been sort of pasty white and rough before, it's now soft and smooth and a rosy pink color - really a lot better looking. I noticed a couple of other changes in my appearance as well. Where my eyes had been sort of a light brown color, they were now a dark brown color - almost black. And my hair that had been dark brown was growing in as straight and a shiny black color. Nothing like having two-tone hair! And did I mention that Danica and I are now having sex on a regular basis? It happened when I'd been working at BOOBIES for about a week. It was a Saturday night, early Sunday morning actually, and the place had been really busy and things didn't start to slow down till the bar closed at 1am. So about 2am or so I left to walk back to my place and Danica falls into step with me. After walking along together for a block or so I asked, "So, where you going?" "Your place. I want to see what it looks like." I was kind of startled, not the least because I don't put much effort into keeping my place clean and tidy, so I said, "Okay, but it isn't very fancy and don't be surprised by my housekeeping." "I'm easy," she replied and took my hand in hers as we walked along. So we get to my place, we step inside, she looks around for a couple of seconds and then pulls off her T-shirt, leaving her big tits fully exposed. "Where's the bed," she asks and then answers herself, "Oh yeah, over in the corner," as she kicks off her shoes and begins to struggle out of her skimpy shorts. In a couple of seconds she's standing there naked, her beautiful body fully exposed, and I'm beginning to get the mother of all erections. "Uh, you do know what we're going to do, don't you? And the bed's more comfortable than the floor," she says. Man, I didn't need any encouragement so in, like, ten seconds we're in bed, and then about a minute after that I'm up inside her thrusting away and she's like, moaning and crying with pleasure and thrusting her hips up against me and scratching the shit out of my back with her fingernails. Now I'd had sex a couple of times with Sue Ann Wilson while I was in high school. Sue Ann would sleep with almost anyone, almost anytime but she'd just lie there, popping her gum while I did all the work. But man this time was a whole different experience. Every time I thought I was finished for the night Danica would work on me and pretty soon I'd be erect again and we'd be going at it another time. I lost track of how many times I came and then she showed me how to get down and use my tongue on her pussy to bring her to another climax, or two, or three. God, what a night! After an hour or so of sleep I woke up to find her out of bed and struggling back into her clothes. "We've got to open BOOBIES up at 10am," she says, "So don't be late. And for God's sake straighten this place up and get some beer for us for tonight," as she walks out the door. I just lay there for a minute and then thought, "tonight?" She's going to come back tonight, and we're going to ..... and I jumped out of bed and began to straighten the place up. So after that she'd come back to my place almost every night for sex. At first I was into playing with her tits and getting my dick up inside her as fast as I could but she showed me the things that I could do to her pussy with my tongue and mouth. "You need to know what feels good to a woman," she told me. Unless it was late at night and all the girls were tired, usually after the place closed we'd all just hang around for an hour or so, snacking on the leftover food, and usually grabbing a couple of free drinks from the bar while we just talked. It was one of those nights when Danica asked the group, "So, what do you think. Tom's been working here for about six months and he hasn't screwed up too bad. Hardly broke any dishes at all. You think maybe it's time we let him try his hand at bussing tables and see whether he can manage to not screw that up?" There were a couple of, "Why not's?" and a "We can always kick his sorry ass back to the dishwasher if he pisses off the customers," so that was it. I was promoted. Of course, that led to me being informed that since the customers would be seeing me now, that I had to wear the BOOBIES uniform. The girls scrounged around in their lockers and found some things that they thought would fit me and pretty soon I was standing there in a pair of skimpy tan shorts and a T-shirt that read, "Does this shirt make my tits look big?" After several seconds someone yelled from the back of the room, "Needs bigger tits!" "Bigger tits?" I thought. I don't have any tits to begin with. And then I looked down and saw two tiny tents in the front of the T-shirt that I was wearing. "Oh man, too much late night snacking," I thought, "And that's why the shorts fit me so well," as I reached back and felt my soft and rounded my rear end. But my lack of real tits didn't stop the girls, they broke the "no-bras in BOOBIES" rule and found a B- cup bra that would fit me and stuffed the cups full of some tissues to fill them out and soon I was standing there, looking like I really did have tits. Of course, they were pretty small compared to the "equipment" the girls were sporting. If you looked carefully you could see that I was wearing a bra and when I moved around my "tits" didn't jiggle the way theirs did, but my rear end did bounce and shake in the shorts a little, and the way that I had my dick stuck way down and back in the tight shorts, it hardly made any bulge at all ..... Uh, the other thing the other girls did was show me how to apply some makeup. So pretty soon my eyes looked sexier, I had hot pink fingernail extensions, and bright red lipstick. They also worked on my hair, trimming off the brown ends and leaving only the black part, combing it and shaping it so that I had a "page boy" style framing my face. I think the toughest part was learning to walk in the sandals with the four inch spike heels that all the girls had to wear - but I finally got the hang of it, and even got to the point that I wasn't surprised when the customers would call me "Miss" when they wanted something. The thing was, that even if it hadn't been for the fact that I now got a portion of the tip pool which really increased my take home pay, I got to like the fact that I looked pretty and the guys that came to BOOBIES thought that I was cute - even though not nearly as "built" as the other girls were. Usually once or twice a night some guy would try to pick me up and I'd just giggle and turn him down - in a nice way, of course, so as not to blow a tip! I even learned not to get offended when a guy wanted to slip me a tip by stuffing the folded bills down into my shorts. I just didn't let them get their hands too far down into my shorts - didn't want to surprise them! Danica and I were having sex last night and after I'd gone down on her and brought her to orgasm several times, I asked her if she'd go down on me. She'd given me hand jobs before but never given me a blow job before and I wanted to see what it felt like. So she's got her face down in my crotch and I hear her mumble, "Oh, what a cute little thingie. I can get the whole thing in my mouth without any problem." "Uh, gee," I thought, "Thanks a lot for the compliment. I know that it doesn't seem as big as it used to be but you don't have to make such a big deal about it." And I guess that it was because I'd kept "it" stuffed back down between my legs for so long, that it had been getting harder and harder to pee standing up. Like, I had to reach down and pull it forward to aim it at the toilet, and if it was wet or I wasn't careful it might slip out of my fingers and I'd find myself peeing down my leg. So after several accidents I just gave up and started squatting down on the toilet whenever I had to pee. Something had to give and it was the community college. About half way thru my second year I realized that I was having trouble balancing my studies and my work at BOOBIES at the same time. And BOOBIES took priority because without that job, I wouldn't have enough money to pay for my apartment, let alone books and stuff. So I was usually half asleep in my classes because I'd just worked a long night at BOOBIES, and I didn't have enough study time so my grades had been falling off, so at the end if the first semester in my second year I dropped out. I figured that I could always go back and continue my studies at some point in the future if I wanted to, but I was enjoying my work now more than my classes. And, uh, there was that one really embarrassing time when I ended up working into the mid-morning hours at BOOBIES, realized that I didn't have time to run back to my apartment and change, and just went to class wearing my work outfit. When I walked into the classroom wearing my scanty shorts, my four inch spike heels, my makeup and the tight T-shirt that read "Stop staring at my tits. Touch them!" and everyone burst out laughing, I thought I was just going to die and burst into tears and ran out of the classroom! I started noticing a month or so ago that I didn't have to stuff as much tissue into the cups of my bra to fill them out. And eventually I got to the point where even without the tissue, the B-cups were too small for me and I had to switch to C-cups. Well, shortly after that Danica was over at my apartment and she was just kind of browsing through the dresser where I kept my underwear, arranging and straightening things out, and she held up one of my C-cup bras and said, "You know that you only started wearing one of these to make it look like you had real tits instead of those tiny little mounds. If you're up to a C-cup now you should be able to skip wearing a bra." Oh man, I guess the change had happened so slowly that I hadn't realized how my chest now looked like I had a pair of real tits, but the idea of not having to wear a bra was so appealing that I quit wearing one on the spot. Now, I'm still not as "big" as the other girls, but at least now my chest has a little "bounce and jiggle" to it. Since I didn't have to worry about paying for books and stuff, I was thinking about moving to a nicer apartment - at least one where I had my own bathroom and shower. I mentioned it to Danica and she confided in me that there might be space available in the "Nest" shortly. "Nest?" I asked, "What's the Nest?" "Oh, that's just a slang term that us girls use for the place where we live. All of us that work at BOOBIES get along so well that years ago, before I started here, the girls all chipped in and bought a big old house that had been converted to apartments. All of us BOOBIES girls live there now and you have to work at BOOBIES to be accepted there. It's full right now but I've heard that a couple of the girls may be moving to a new location that BOOBIES is opening up on the west coast. If they do, I'll see if I can get you in." "Oh, wow, that would be great," I said as I giggled and bounced up and down a little on my toes, enjoying the feeling of my tits bouncing up and down and my nipples rubbing against the inside of my T-shirt. Another funny thing happened this morning. I was putting on my eye makeup and realized that my eyes looked a little different than I remembered them. I looked more closely and realized that they've developed this little fold on the inner edge of the upper eyelids. It makes my eyes look a little slanted and even kind of "oriental." Then I stepped back and with my eyes looking the way they do now, my straight black hair, the way my nose looks a little flatter, my cheekbones higher, and my lips fuller - I really have developed a sort of oriental look. "Kind of sexy," I thought, "This should really turn on the customers that like Asian chicks." Something funny must be going on at BOOBIES. The last couple of weeks I've noticed groups of girls huddling off in corners talking about something and occasionally one of the girls in the group will glance over at me for a moment and then turn back to the group. Whenever I get almost close enough to a group to overhear what they're talking about they fall silent till I've passed by. Sure wish I knew what was going on. Several weeks after that, when the place had closed for the evening and all the customers had left, I was getting ready to head back to my apartment when I realized that none of the other girls had left. I was wondering what was going on when Danica came up to me, took my hand and led me back into the main dining room as she said, "The girls have a surprise for you." I was wondering, like, "Oh goodie. Am I going to get a birthday cake or something?" But when we entered the room I saw that all the chairs, but one, were arranged in a circle and Danica led me to the single chair in the center and told me to sit down. The lights were dimmed way down and I was getting kinda nervous as I sat in the center of the ring of shadowy figures, all of whom were staring at me. Finally one girl said, "Tom, we have been observing and evaluating you since you came to us over a year ago." Then another girl spoke up, "..... and we are pleased with the way you have worked with us ...." And then another, "..... and with your acceptance of the changes that have been slowly happening to you ....." "..... and we have been discussing your future with us for some time ....." "..... and have come to the conclusion ....." "..... that you are ready to become a member of our group ....." "..... so we now offer you the position of full time BOOBIES waitress ....." "..... with all the responsibilities and opportunities that position offers ....." "..... do you accept our offer?' I was like, both happy and kind of nervous at the same time as this was the weirdest job offer that I'd ever hears of, so I thought for a moment and finally stammered, "I do ..... I mean 'yes' I do ..... I mean I accept your offer ..... thank you and ....," and then I realized how dumb I sounded and shut up. The girls continued, "..... By your acceptance you are now a member of our group ....." "..... a room has been prepared for you at the Nest ....." "..... and you are to move whatever of your belongings ....." "..... you wish to keep to that room immediately." "..... When one joins our group it is customary for them to assume ....." "..... a new name that reflects their new status and ....." "..... we have selected the name of 'Tomiko' for you." "..... Welcome, Tomiko!" And all the girls started clapping and cheering as the lights came up. Then each girl came up to me in turn and kissed me - and not just a friendly kiss but a really long deep passionate kiss - ending with Danica. After she'd kissed me, Danica said, "Tomiko, it's getting pretty late so I'll come with you and help you move the things that you want to take from your apartment to the Nest." At first as we left BOOBIES to walk to my apartment I was so wound up that I started peppering Danica with questions but she just shushed me with, "Enough time for that later. Let's just get you moved now." And as we walked I was actually beginning to feel pretty tired and wiped out and was glad to have Danica along to help me pick out the few pieces of clothing I wanted to keep. As we left my apartment I was beginning to feel a little dizzy and my stomach was cramping a little as Danica hurried me along. By the time I neared the Nest the cramps were worse and Danica was helping me as I staggered along. I don't remember much after that except entering a big building and having to be helped/carried into a room by several girls and tucked into a large comfortable bed. When I awoke I just lay in bed for awhile, gathering my thoughts. I also felt funny - kind of weak and like my body was different or something - nothing that I could put my finger on - just different. Finally I felt so hungry that I figured some food was the first order of business. I found a pair of shorts and a T-shirt laid out on the bed and pulled them on - realizing in the process that my breasts were larger - and had these big dark aureole and prominent nipples. Man, if I had been a C-cup before I was now about twice that size. Would that make me an F-cup? Luckily the T-shirt was long enough that it completely covered them up even though my tits now hung down on my chest almost as far as my elbows. The logo on the T-shirt of "They're real. And they're SPECTACULAR!" seemed really appropriate. Now that I was covered up, I made my way out of the room where I had been sleeping and found myself in a large living area with what appeared to be a snack bar at one end that was set up for breakfast, or rather what was left of breakfast as the clock on the wall displayed 11:14. As I walked over to the breakfast bar I realized how heavy my new breasts were as I felt their weight swinging back and forth on my chest under the T-shirt and saw my large nipples poking through the tight fabric. Something else felt different - like down between my legs but I didn't take time to stop and check that out as food was my first priority. I wouldn't say that I gorged myself but I did try a little of everything the breakfast bar - probably eating the equivalent of three full breakfasts. Now with my hunger satisfied, I decided to go back to the room where I'd slept, since I'd noticed earlier that it had a bathroom, and shower, and do something with my hair. As I was showering, I noticed something else - my dick and balls were gone! And in their place was a girl's pussy. I slipped my index finger into the soft folds between my legs and oh, the sensations that produced. I could see why Danica enjoyed it so much when I went down on her. But now was not the time to investigate how to masturbate as a girl so I got out of the shower and while I was drying off in front of a mirror, I noticed additional changes. Staring back at me from the mirror was a seriously hot young Asian girl - almond eyes in a beautiful face framed by long black hair, the huge breasts that I'd already discovered above a narrow waist that flared out into wide hips and a large rounded rear end, and shapely legs ending in dainty feet. I held up my hands and realized that they'd gotten smaller, almost tiny, with long slender fingers. As I was examining the "new" me, "So, how do you like yourself now?" Came from behind me and I turned around to see Danica standing behind me with a slightly worried look on her face. "I ..... I ..... I don't know what to say. I look beautiful, at least I would if I were a girl. But all my "boy stuff" is gone. How can that happen overnight?" "It wasn't just overnight. You've been asleep for almost a week as your body adapted." "Adapted? Adapted to what?" "To joining the Nest." "There's that Nest thing again. What's the Nest and that ceremony I went through, and the changes in my body?" "Well, it's complicated. So why don't you finish up in the bathroom and get dressed and come back out into the gathering area and we'll talk." So I did, and we talked. I learned that the Nest had been around for as long as any members of the group could remember. There was no written history, just stories and tales passed down from older members to younger members. And no one knew exactly how it worked but it seemed that it only affected young males, and as they had extended sexual contact with members of the Nest they slowly began to develop some female characteristics over time. Then there was the ceremony when the males were accepted into membership that the communal kissing was a part of (transferring a virus or something, maybe?), following which the males completed the transition to females - except that they couldn't reproduce. And nobody knew how many members the Nest had, or in how many locations, although there were stories that many Playboy Club franchises in the 60's and 70's were Nest locations. And before that in the early 1900's many performers at Burlesque theaters were supposedly members of the Nest. Before that? There were rumors about the Moulin Rouge and Folies Berg?re in Paris. "Okay," I asked when she'd told me as much as she could, "So what's about this name thing. Why am I now Tomiko?" "Well, obviously 'Tom' no longer fit you so you needed a girl's name. And the custom is that we try to retain at least a part of our original names if we can. And you were developing some oriental characteristics, so we ended up with 'Tomiko'." I thought for a moment and then asked, "So you're 'Danica' now because your were 'Dan' before?" And she nodded, so I paused for a moment and then continued, "I had a best friend named 'Dan' ....." "And Dan is still your best friend," she answered, "Only as Danica now. Did you think that I came to the campus employment center and selected you by accident?" "But ..... but how ..... what happened to you?" "I met this beautiful girl in a bar and picked her up, or maybe she picked me up, and one thing led to another, and then another, and I made the decision to join the Nest, and well ..... here I am." "But we were both guys? And now we've been having sex and I've been screwing you? And now I'm a girl too?" "Yeah, isn't it wonderful? We're still together, but as girls," and we embraced and kissed. For some reason I'd always thought that when two girls had sex that they'd, like, play with each other's tits for awhile, and then rub or lick each other's crotch, and that would be all that there was to it. Man was I wrong! The sex that Danica introduced me to was long, and slow and produced a climax that was way better than anything I'd ever experienced as a boy. There was a lot of snuggling and caressing, and yeah the oral part came into it, but even after we'd both climaxed we could, like, start all over until we were finally exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. Man, why couldn't I have been born a lesbian. Life at the Nest was something like what you'd see in some of those old movies about girls' sorority houses. No men were allowed, and you couldn't smoke or use hard drugs, but pretty much anything else was okay. Dress code was pretty loose - unless the weather was cold the girls usually just wore a pair of panties and maybe a T-shirt or a slip - sometimes not even those. And there was a lot of flirting going on. A few of the girls just wanted to have sex with other girls (they didn't care which one) as often as possible and didn't care if others saw them. And some of the girls were in long-term relationships and were more discreet and shared a bedroom. And then there was everything in between. Well, there was one more rule - don't let anything interfere with your work at BOOBIES! What really kept things running smoothly at the Nest and BOOBIES were the Nest mothers. These were the older girls who had been there for some time. At BOOBIES they knew all the things like the health department regulations, and how to file tax returns, and schedule the girls for the different jobs, and order the food and supplies and things like that. Their goal was just to make enough profit to cover expenses at the Nest and BOOBIES and have a little left over - but especially to run things so as not to draw the attention of "outsiders." If one of the girls started getting out of line in any way, especially with a customer, the Nest mothers would come down on her - hard! While I enjoyed being the "hot oriental chick" at BOOBIES and the attention that got me, I did have one problem. For some reason when I was talking with the other girls things were fine, but the minute I started talking to a guy something happened - like I was tongue tied or something - and my speech shifted into this pidgin bimbo speech. Like, some guys would be seated at a table and when I walked up to them all I could get out would be, "Me Tomiko. Tomiko you waitress. Tomiko make you happy. Very happy." When I tried to take their drink order out could come, "You like suck Tomiko?" If the special of the day were prime ribs, out might come, "Cow good tonight" - you get the idea. The first time a group of guys came to one of my tables I think they thought that I was putting them on, but after that they thought that it was just an act and would kid along with me, "Tomiko hot, wet tonight?" And I'd just giggle and rub my tiny hands on the lips of the large camel toe that stretched out the crotch of my shorts. Of course, the guys all loved this and would start asking me questions and talking to me - usually about my large tits - and all I could do would be to giggle and bounce to make my tits jiggle as I said, "Tomiko nice tits. Very big. Please no grab." And then of course they'd want to touch them just to show off for their friends - but a little of that was okay because I'd get bigger tips when they left. And if the customer had left me a really big tip, I'd let him sit down and I'd stand behind him and pull off my T-shirt and let my floppy tits hang down on either side of his head while his buddies snapped pictures with their cellphones. The other girls thought this was all so funny that they got me this T-shirt that read, "Tomiko's tits disappointment in you grammar." Since several of the girls had left to start a new BOOBIES, we had to recruit some new boys to put through the screening process to see who would become BOOBIES waitresses and join the Nest. Since I was the one most familiar with the local community college, and maybe because my appearance and speech pattern really got guys' attention, that was my assignment. So I'd go over to the campus every six months or so, dressed in my high heels, the pair of tight shorts that showed two inches of my butt crack above the top and three inches of my soft ass bulging out below, and a tiny tube top that read something like, "Stop staring at my tits. Touch them!" And find a cute guy, strike up a conversation with him: "Me Tomiko. No touch tits please. You want job? Tomiko help." The first boy I recruited, Ben, was this skinny, little, sort of shy guy. I think I approached him because he was the first boy I'd ever tried to recruit and I was kind of nervous myself. So I waited till I could get him alone in a corner, approached him and gave him my spiel, and he just stood there, staring at me with his mouth open. "You OK? You no hear Tomiko?" I finally asked him. He just stood there for a moment and then got this awful look on his face, and I looked down to see that he'd just wet his pants. So I mentally crossed off Ben and headed back to the Nest. I was getting pretty good at "working" the customers to get big tips. I realized that most of the guys liked to show off for their friends and if a guy at one of my tables wanted to do that, I'd accommodate him. The guys liked to slip their tips down into my shorts and if a guy was gentle I'd let him slip a finger into my pussy. I'd start moaning a little and rubbing my body up against his hand as if I was getting really turned on, which I was - sort of. And then I'd say something like, "Tomiko feel good. Pussy all wet." And of course the guy would have this big shit- eating grin on his face and his friends would be snickering and then I'd say something like, "You cock big? Tomiko want suck. Got car?" And he'd lead me out to the parking lot, we'd get into his car and I'd give him a blow job. When we came back to his table I'd have this look of amazement on my face and would be motioning with my hands to show that his cock was at least a couple of feet long and six inches thick. And all his buddies would be stomping their feet and cheering and he'd slip me a couple of hundred for a tip. I was really surprised when Ben showed up at BOOBIES a week later to apply for a job. And since I'd recruited him, I had to train him - which I wasn't looking forward to doing. Ben was all thumbs and managed to break a lot of dishes, and he'd start watching the girls in their skimpy attire and forget what he was doing and wash the same load of dishes over, and over, and over till someone yelled at him to pay attention. The first time I had sex with him he was so unsure of himself I wondered whether he'd even masturbated before. So I had to lie down and show him where to straddle me and sort of show him where to put his cock (he did have a nice big one) and after I got him up inside me I think he figured out what to do and was soon banging away at me. After he came he got this amazed look on his face as if to say, "Oh golly! My goodness! So that's what sex is all about! That was really nice!" And then after he'd rested for a minute or so he looked over at me and said, "Uh ..... that was really fun. Can we do it again?" And so we did it again, and then again, and then again. Man, once you got Ben started he was like this sex machine - couldn't think about anything else and wanted to bang every girl in the Nest, at any hour of the day. The girls started calling him "Rabbit" behind his back and within less than two months he was beginning to act more feminine and develop tiny breasts. When we accepted him into the Nest we gave him the name of "Bunny." You should have seen Bunny's face when she awoke after she "adapted" and realized that she was now a beautiful girl with big tits, a narrow waist, huge soft rear end - and no cock! At first I thought she was going to cry but Danica and I took her into our bedroom and showed her all the things that three horny girls can do. And now Bunny's following the two of us around whenever she has some free time, trying to convince us to get into the sack with her. What have we created?