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Adjoining Rooms Part II- Bonnie and Kayla's story "My name is Bonnie. Bonnie Rocket." I kissed the tip of his cock and it jumped to attention. "Sounds like a pornstar name," he mumbled. "Then let me act like one," I said, swallowing as much of his shaft as I could. He groaned and came almost immediately. A bit premature, but tasty nonetheless. "I've decided that you're just a dream," Ken said, his eyes blinking as he fell to his knees, then keeled over and passed out. Splayed out on the floor as he was, he made it easy for me. The large black bag in my drawer yielded the transparent film I would need. I wound one large strip around his softening penis and testicles, two large ones on his chest, then wrapped his entire body like a mummy. The effect only lasted for a few minutes, as the film dissolved and penetrated into the skin, leaving no trace. He groaned once or twice, but that was all. I couldn't resist tearing a little off for myself and placing it over each of my nipples. There was a warm glow and I shuddered a bit, but my rosy nubs grew a little bigger even as I watched the film fade and soak in. Mmmmm. Then I leaned down to whisper in his ear. The moment the film soaked in was when they were most open to suggestion, I knew. "I want you to dream about how nice it would be to be a slutty little girl, how nice it would be to have big hard man's cock inside you, how tasty a cock would be in your mouth." He moaned a bit on the floor, and his flaccid member twitched a bit. "Now I want you to go back to bed and dream your slutty little dreams." He got up slowly and shuffled toward his room, flopping naked on his bed. I threw his clothes through after him. I looked through my mirror into his room and I could see him on his bed face down, his ass slowly rising and falling in the dark as if humping against an imaginary cock. I wanted to find a cock of my own to hump against; my finger wouldn't do right now. My closet was bursting with sexy things to wear and I picked a slinky black number that would make the most of my firm booty and bouncy titties. But first I had to reapply my lipstick, most of which was now on Ken's cock. It gave me a moment to think how I'd gotten here. I hadn't paused for a moment since I had become, well, me. Bonnie. The name that Chloe gave me fit me as perfectly as every article of clothing in this room. My mind was still filing and sorting data. I knew now that once I stepped out of Chloe's door I had one mission- to breed with my former self. It was an urge so incredibly strong I didn't know what I would have done if he'd said no. I looked at myself in the mirror. How could anyone say no to this awesome creature? I cupped my boobs, then let them go, watching them quiver ever so slightly. I could play with myself all day, I decided. Chloe had known exactly when I should go, and she timed it perfectly. The hot seed implanted in me allowed me to my gestation to complete. Bob, the one who I emerged from, was unaware even now that he had the crucial part in my new existence. He slept deeply in his bed, thinking he'd had an especially awesome dream. But I wasn't him, not any more. I had my own existence, my own needs and desires. My purpose now was to continue the cycle. I still didn't understand the plan behind it, but my mind also knew not to worry, that it would be revealed in time. When I had prepared my own....(I didn't know what word to use- project?), I knew that I would be moving on to a new stage, just as Chloe had moved on before me. There was a logic, a flow, to it. I would worry about the rest of the process when it came. For now, Ken was asleep and I was wide awake and energized. I knew that I needed far less sleep, less food, less drink than the people in this hotel. I was not subject to their diseases. My body functioned at tolerances higher than theirs and all my senses were more developed. I knew all this innately. I was helping elevate someone to a new level of existence even while his old self would proceed untroubled. And, I got to fuck my brains out in a body that was crafted for the experience. Which was something I needed to work on. I touched up my makeup, shimmied into my dress and put on my heels. I made kissy-faces at the mirror before striding out into the hallway, confident and horny. The two middle-aged guys who accompanied me down on the elevator told me all I needed to know about my outfit as I surveyed the boners popping in their pants. When I got out I sashayed away from them, putting on a show that had them perspiring with lust. I headed for the lounge to see if there were any likely candidates for a quick fuck. Surveying the crowd, I made mental notes of a few possibilities, but then a strange feeling came over me. In the corner, a woman was talking to two hunky guys, smiling and laughing. It was unfair for one woman to monopolize two men like that, I thought. As I moved closer, the back of my neck began to tingle, a sensation that only got stronger as I approached. The woman had stopped talking, and looked directly at me. I knew instinctively that she was someone like me, and she recognized me as well. As we connected, the tingling went away and a kind of bond was made. I could tell that she was as horny as I was; emotion seemed to come through better than information. She recovered. "Brad and Mac, this is my friend...." "Bonnie," I interjected. "How do you do?" Brad was just as handsome from the front as he was from behind. And Mac already had a bulge in his pants. "Wow, Dina didn't tell me she had another friend here." "Perhaps she'd like to join us." Dina's eyes and demeanor said Please Say Yes. She was a tall brunette with slightly bigger boobs than my own; I found that I had begun dividing the women of the world into those who had bigger or smaller tits than mine, and most fell into the latter category. "I'd love to, Dina," I said. The guys looked like they'd just won the lottery. In the elevator up to his room, Dina put her hand on Brad's leg and gently moved it up and down. I brushed my tight little ass against Mac's boner and I heard him gasp. I was just hoping he wouldn't cum in the elevator. When we got to the room, Dina made quick work of Brad's pants. Mac was ahead of me, doffing his before I could even get hold of his belt. I kissed his huge erection through his briefs, then pulled them down to reveal his manhood in all its glory. It was hot and velvety on the outside, but hard and firm in my hand. I flicked my tongue playfully at the tip. There were two beds in the room, and we each chose one, leading our man there. Mac was nicely hung, but something happened to him as I went down on his shaft. It seemed to tremble, then swell in my mouth. It was thicker and definitely longer, and Mac was out of his mind. "Omigod, omigod, I feel like I'm gonna burst," he said as I cupped his balls. They were red and swollen, but as I licked his hairy sac, they seemed to grow in front of me. Mac was gasping now, his eyes bugging out. "What are you....doing? My cock feels....huge." "There's a good place for a huge cock," I said as I mounted him. I rubbed the tip of him up and down my sodden slit, coating him nicely before I positioned him at the entrance to my love box. "Do you want to fuck me?' I purred at him. He was incapable of answering me, but I took his guttural sounds as a yes. I eased down slowly on his dick, and as I took his fully enhanced ten inches inside me, he groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. Sweat broke out all over his body and he went limp everywhere but where it counted- between my legs. Suddenly I worried; had I killed him? "Relax, Bonnie," said Dina, straddling her own comatose partner. "I guess this is your first one. Contact with us has some....side effects. For one thing, their genitals get bigger. The drastic change in blood flow seems to cause blackouts. They'll be back in a minute or two. But while they're out, they're completely suggestible. Tell him that he's a sex toy, that he'll fuck anyone, anytime and any way. With that big cock, he's equipped for it anyhow." She whispered in Brad's ear and giggled. "I told him he craves getting fucked in the ass. Tell your guy he craves anal sex and see what happens." I bent down and whispered everything into Mac's ear, a little skeptical. But when I did, his shaft seemed to throb inside me. But I needed my own needs taken care of. "First, though, you're going to let me use you and drain the cum out of you." Dina giggled. "Of course they'll do that, sweetie. It's what they'll do after that's the fun part." Mac stirred under me. "I...I just spaced out there for a bit," he said groggily. "That's all right baby. I've got your hot cock inside me and I'm gonna ride it for a bit." I angled myself just right and rocked on him so that that steely shaft was banging against my g-spot again and again until I felt myself getting flushed all over. I just needed to get off, and I felt it getting closer and closer. Mac stared up at me with a puzzled look on his face and I realized I needed to command him. "Fuck me hard and give me your cum, dammit!," I screamed. He instantly thrust against me and in less than a minute he groaned and hosed my insides with his sticky spunk while I gasped and gave myself over to total orgasmic bliss. It was a few minutes before I came back to earth, just in time to watch Dina, her legs wrapped around Brad's strong back, screaming as she came. I watched Brad's sexy ass as it rose and fell, and I could tell that Mac was watching it, too. "What a cute ass he has. I'd love to see you put your cock between those tight little buns of his," I said. "If you do you'll get the orgasm of your life, I promise." Mac looked a little shocked at first, but I felt his big flaccid cock jump nonetheless. Brad was still focused on getting off, but Dina hadn't given him the command yet. She had had her orgasm, but now she purred in his ear. "The only way I'm going to let you cum is if you let him fuck you in the ass with that lovely man-meat of his." Brad was caught in between. He was desperate to come and whimpered ever so slightly at her words. Mac, for his part, leaped at the opportunity. He took his cock, slickened with his cum and my juices, and rubbed it up and down his buddy's crack. I broke out a bottle of lube and slathered Mac's length with it. Dina reached up and spread Brad's ass cheeks, exposing the little pucker between. I lubed up two fingers and eased them into Brad's anus. He howled softly, then more loudly when I positioned Mac's cockhead at his entrance and pushed it in a bit. Brad's body had gone stiff as he took his buddy's rod inch by agonizing inch. Dina shimmied out from under him and whispered, "When I tell him he can come, make sure you're ready. He'll be packing quite a load." Mac's enormous prick was stretching Brad's asshole obscenely wide. But he was a man on a mission now, plowing deeper and deeper. Groans became grunts as the two men surrendered to animal passion. Brad's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Mac's cock reached bottom, their two sets of big balls slapping together. "Oh, that is so hot!' I yelled. Brad was so desperate to get off that he wiggled his ass back at Mac. "C'mon," he grunted, "I'm about to explode." Dina looked at me and nodded. I turned to Mac. "You can cum now. And Brad, when you feel his hot sperm in your ass, you can cum, too." It only took about another thirty seconds for Mac to groan and slam himself between his buddy's cheeks. Seconds later, Brad was convulsing in orgasm as he dumped his load in Dina's honeypot. Once they were drained, they fell back on the bed, utterly spent. All Brad could manage was a half-hearted "What the fuck?" before he passed out. Dina licked a little jizz off her finger after running it up her slut. "They'll wake up in a few hours, naked and side by side, and wonder what happened," she said. "But they'll have a new-found appreciation for each other's body. I'm guessing they'll be pretty busy for the next few days." "Time for you to get back to your room. Your project will be waking up soon, as will mine. We'll connect again later." I only put on as many clothes as were necessary to keep me from being arrested. When I returned, I found Ken still comatose on his bed. Turning to look at my room, I saw that there was another adjoining door on the other side. I wondered....had it always been there? But after such a long and eventful day, I forced myself to accept the luxury of a little sleep. The soft buzzing woke me. It took a second to find it, but looking through the mirror into the next room I saw Ken jerking his cock, a big black prostate stimulator in his ass. I never would have guessed, but life is full of surprises. He was wanking as hard as he could, but I could tell he was frustrated. I opened the adjoining door, and he jumped. "You...you're real. I didn't imagine it." Then he turned beet-red as he realized what I'd caught him at. Crooking my finger at him, I said, "Come in here. And leave that thing in." He walked through the door awkwardly, the little buzzing plastic stimulator still firmly implanted in his ass. I twanged the handle of it lightly and his embarrassment was total. "I thought I'd imagined all that stuff last night. You know...the blowjob and the wrapping up, and...," his voice trailed off. "Get on the bed," I ordered. He meekly climbed on, rolling onto his back. I pushed his legs up and out and zeroed in on the buzzing little toy in his ass. "Kayla likes to put things in her little hole" I teased. If he was confused at how I addressed him, he didn't say. I pulled the anal stimulator out a bit, then pushed it back in. He groaned. I grabbed a bottle of lube and drizzled it on the black silicone rod as I slipped it in and out. His ass was a slippery hot mess. "You like having something hard inside you, don't you?" I insisted. "Ungh, yesss," he panted. "What you really need is a man's hard cock inside you, filling you up with their hot cum." He seemed to shudder. "I've never.....I don't, um, do that." "That's all right. Ken doesn't have to do that. But Kayla is cock happy slut who can't wait to get her lips around a big hard dick." "Kayla....." his voice drifted off. "We'll meet Kayla tonight. But for now I need you to service me." I guided his head to my nipple, and as he suckled I saw his eyes go wide when he realized there was something flowing out of them into his mouth. Rather than recoiling, he redoubled his efforts. He took as much of my milk as there was, then he moved to my other nipple, draining me as I knew he had to. It was part of the process, just as I suckled on Chloe's fine tits, he was worshipping mine, taking my essence inside him, changing him in ways he didn't know yet.. His answer got lost inside the folds of my pussy. I ordered him to leave his tongue way, way out, and I rode him up and down until I felt the little shivers and tingles that came with my orgasm. He wasn't expert, but he didn't need to be. I was doing enough work for the both of us. His face was full of my juices, from his chin to his hair. As my orgasm hit, I held his face tightly to my pussy drenching him and nearly suffocating him. Only when I pulled back did he have the capacity to speak. "What the fuck is going on?" he sputtered. "Who are you?" "The best friend you ever had," I replied cryptically "I mean, I've got work to do here. And I've got a fianc?, I shouldn't really be screwing around like this. But I....." I waited for him to finish. I wasn't going to help him out. He stared at the floor. "I have these urges...." Now I'd help him. "You have the urge to suck a cock like the slutty little thing you are. Fucking yourself with that little stimulator isn't enough. What you need is a big dick buried deep inside you, hosing you down with hot semen. You need to submit to a powerful man and let him take you like the little jizzbucket you are." I didn't know where those words came from inside me, but their effect on him was dramatic. His face went red and he panted out, "Yesss. I was too afraid of it before. I'm still afraid. But I have these fantasies when I'm alone....." We both heard the knock next door. It was Bob. "Yo, Ken, get a move on. Are you up?" He looked at me with scared eyes, asking me for permission to respond. I nodded, and he crept to the adjoining door and said in a raspy voice, "I'm, ah, still getting ready. I'll meet you on the floor at the booth." He turned to me as if for approval. "Okay man," came Bob's reply, "don't take too long." "Very good," I said. He was so excited by that that the toy he'd been playing with slid out of his ass as he bounced back on the bed. I picked it up and said, "You'll need something that won't slip out so easily, Kayla." I went to my drawer and pulled out a lifelike rubber cock, six inches long and veined with a flared base. Twirling it along my labia, it got plenty slickened up with my juices, but I made sure by spreading my labia and inserting it into my still-wet pussy. Kayla watched me wide- eyed as I withdrew it then moved over to the bed to push his legs back, exposing that cute little asshole. There were groans as I pushed past the outer opening, and then it went in with a whoosh as he yelped, his breathing shallow and rapid as the fat phallus nestled inside of him. I want back to the drawer for a sexy set of black stretchy boy shorts. As I pulled them on I told him, "This will hold everything together and remind you of your girlie self every minute of the day. You can't take anything off until you come back to me later." I was enjoying this now; it was so hot to dominate him and bring out his sissy side. "I want you to think about all those cocks you'll be surrounded with on that floor. And maybe if you're good, we'll let you have one tonight. Now off you go." I smacked him on a satiny cheek. In a daze, he got up and walked stiffly back to his room. After a few minutes I heard the door close. I'd have to check up on him later, I thought. First, though, I had to check what was behind that other adjoining door.... But I was interrupted by a knock on my own front door. Looking through the peephole, it was Dina. I opened the door without bothering to put on a stitch of clothing. She surveyed me up and down, and said, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night. And I see you're already primed for action." She cupped her hand against my still-dripping pussy as I yanked down one of the straps on her skin-tight dress, exposing one of those perfect boobs. Dina shimmied out of the skimpy garment and practically pounced on top of me, her hands pinning down my own. Her tongue began to play with my nipples, her own perfect breasts pressing down onto my flat stomach. I moaned and surrendered in abject pleasure. Her tongue play was delicious, and I started to float on a plateau of yummy goodness, my brain drifting through clouds. "You're the first new girl I've ever had," Dina whispered. I wrapped my hand around the back of Dina's head, trying to press her back down so that she would play more attention to my boobs. She complied, pressing her tongue flat onto my nipples, causing them to become fully erect. "Oh fuck," I moaned softly. "You have such great titties, honey," Dina said between slurps. I could feel her tongue move down my body now, teasing my abs and navel as I braced myself for nirvana. Dina licked and sucked all around my pussy, drawing ever closer until I couldn't take it any more. "Please, Dina...I need it so bad. Please," I said plaintively. I could smell her wetness in addition to my own. She used a long, slow lick to begin pleasuring my pussy stopping just short of my clit. She was an expert at teasing, and it was all I could do to prevent mashing her face into my cunt, Now her tongue started a dance around my little love nub and I started to see stars. When her tongue started flicking back and forth over it, I gasped and my whole body convulsed. I did it again when her finger slipped inside me, finding and diddling my g-spot, and again when the second and then the third finger penetrated me. We fell into a rhythm, my hips thrusting against her mouth and fingers until I screamed and bucked wildly against her, my mind gone and my body shaking and trembling uncontrollably as if struck by lightning. "God, you're so hot!" Dina exclaimed. "I could do this all day." I was in my own private world and couldn't respond. I was drifting on a cloud of lust as Dina licked and sucked at my juices. It was too much and I tried to resist, but all that happened was another orgasm ripping through my thrashing body. Dina backed off a bit as I lay there panting. "God, you were horny," she said. "But now it's my turn." She removed her panties and climbed up on top of me. The heat of her cunt was palpable as she straddled me and cradled my head in her strong arms, pulling me toward her honey pot. Her clit was rock hard and I didn't waste time teasing her like she did me. I did the long slow licks like she did, but I always made sure to end up at her love button every time. She was fairly gushing, and my face was soon slick with her essence. She rode me, her hips undulating as my tongue went up and down on her pussy. I felt the heat rising again between my legs as I serviced her steamy box. She groaned with her need and I groaned right back. I could feel her climax building as I lapped eagerly at her lovely snatch. But then she threw me for a loop, pulling away. I flicked at the air, wanting more of her, but she had other ideas. She pulled my face up toward hers. Her dark eyes bored into mine. "I've always wanted to try this," she said, drizzling the scented lubricant on her fingers then coating my pussy with it. She did the same to herself, then spread some more on my boobs, mashing her own against mine. Our clits and tits were touching, and a shiver went through me as I felt us joined at the most sensitive spots on our bodies. She started to slide me slowly back and forth on top of her, with just enough friction between us to make my head explode. "Ohh fuck!" I cried. I gave myself over to this sex goddess as she ground against me. She put a little more lube on her tits and soon we were both slippery all over. Her fingers moved down my back until she delved between the crack of my ass, and then teased my bunghole. I encouraged her by giving her a little wiggle, and she ran with it, forcing her middle finger into my ass. This pushed me harder onto her clit and deeper into a sexual frenzy. I slicked up my own finger by tweaking one of her nipples, then reached around and penetrated her beautiful butt as well. She yelped and began gyrating both against my finger and my clit. I tried to keep up, and before long we were both moaning and screaming incoherently, each thinking only of providing orgasmic pleasure to the other and receiving it in return. Rational thought had fled; we were running on sexual instinct alone. I felt the first twinges of orgasm in her as her asshole twitched against my invading digit. I could feel myself twitching as well, powerless to stop the coming avalanche. I buried my finger as hard as I could and pressed myself equally hard against her flawless figure. I was about to go over the top; everything seemed to slow down for a second. In that brief pause, Dina erupted. Her rock-hard clit was electric, vibrating against mine. Her asshole clenched against my finger, hard. I thrashed my own hips, desperate for release, humping my clit wildly against her abdomen and against her finger in my ass. Then I started to feel the tingles up my back and down my legs but overwhelmingly in my clit. I'd reached the point of no return. Without even realizing it, I froze, every muscle in my body clenching all at once. Then my orgasm rocked through my body, pulsing outward from my pussy as I gasped repeatedly. I wasn't aware of anything outside my body; I just let the waves crash over me until they slowly died away. Then every muscle in my body seemed to relax. I fell back away from Dina, eyes closed, a mile-wide smile on my face. "Oh God, that was fuckin' good," Dina moaned. "We're going out tonight, baby, and we're going to bring our little projects with us. Make sure she's as ready for action as you are." She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card that had an address on it, and nothing more. My tumble with Dina had taken the edge off my lust enough that I felt I could function normally, whatever that definition meant. She lay there next to me, her magnificent chest rising and falling slowly. "Dina," I asked, "what am I?" She sighed. "Don't go getting all philosophical on me now." "But I need to know. I only just arrived. I know of Bob, but I'm not him. That'd be easier in a way. But I emerged from him, as my own separate being. I know what he knows, but he doesn't even know I exist." "And that's the way it should be," she said. "You mate with your progenitor once and from then on you travel a separate path. You'll understand soon. You've evolved, and you'll continue evolving. Let what happens, happen. It's a fun ride, enjoy it. And get your Kayla ready for tonight." It didn't quite satisfy me, but Dina signaled the conversation was over by getting her things together and breezily waving goodbye. I was left alone in the room with a boatload of unanswered questions. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. Naked, this was a body built for sin. But was that my purpose? I hefted a titty and let it drop, jiggling ever so slightly. They felt a little bigger since my fuck with Dina. Could that be true? Was I still evolving? I tried to take a mental inventory. There were so many things that I knew that could only be information from Bob, but then again I had a fundamental understanding of things he couldn't possibly have known. How to make myself cum, for one thing. I knew the exact spot that would tip me over into bliss. I could apply makeup perfectly. I could strut in a pair of stiletto heels as if I was born in them. I also knew exactly what plans I had for, as Dina put it, 'my project'. His masculinity was slipping away, but tonight there would be a rebirth as Kayla. The thought of it made me tingle and I found myself slipping my finger into my pussy until....THERE.... I shivered as I brought myself to orgasm with just my fingers. I was sooooo sensitive, but it felt soooo good. I licked my juices off my finger and picked out an outfit that would be sure to stir groins everywhere I went. I settled on an electric green running top and black cropped tights. The clingy material showed too much for me to mess it up by wearing a bra or panties. I caressed a nipple through the thin tech material and moaned softly. But I couldn't keep things to myself, so I put on a matching green pair of running shoes and set off to rock everyone's world. On the elevator down, a woman in her 40's got on, yoga mat in hand. She wore a similar outfit, but she didn't carry it off nearly as well. She stole glances at me, and sniffed just a bit. I knew I was oozing pheromones right now after my bout with Dina, and she was picking up on it. "Going to the yoga class?" she asked quietly. I hadn't been but I thought....why not? "Actually, that sounds like a great idea. But I'm not prepared." She laughed. Her face was flushed, and she stammered, "Oh, I-I'm sure they'll have a mat for you. I'm Ellen, by the way." She proffered her hand and when I shook it, I felt a little shiver go through her. "Bonnie," I said. We got off at the third floor and I followed Ellen down the hall to a small conference room where half a dozen middle-aged women were limbering up. In front of them was a very buff instructor who I instantly knew was someone like me. Our eyes met and he gave me a knowing smile. Then my eyes drifted a little lower as I gazed upon his enormous package outlined by his athletic pants. The ladies in the room had noticed as well. "I'm Casey. The regular instructor was unable to make it today, so I'll be filling in." He took everyone through some simple positions. Every time he would touch one of the women to adjust their pose, there was a soft moan. I began to smell the distinctive aroma of female arousal in the small room. Contrary to a normal yoga session, where breathing was calm, there was a lot of panting going on. We took the position on hands and knees, back arched and butt upturned. Casey ran his hand over the back of the woman in front of me, and a dark stain appeared between her legs as she gasped. He came to me and said, "Excellent. Perhaps you can help your friend here," he said, pointing to Ellen. "Her back is a little too straight." Ellen was already breathing hard, but when I touched her spine, she shivered. I ran my finger down her vertebra, and as we were in the back row, I surreptitiously traced a path down between her ass cheeks then over her vagina. "Omigod!" she said quietly. I could feel her wetness as she tried to shimmy herself against my finger without being too obvious. The others were too mesmerized by Casey to pay us any mind. My palm was pressed between her legs as I diddled her clit through the spandex. Ellen surprised me by standing bolt upright and grabbing my hand, pulling me out of the room. Casey just smiled as he tended to his class. Out in the hall, Ellen marched toward the elevator, saying nothing, yanking me like a disobedient dog. It was only a few seconds before the elevator doors opened but it seemed like an eternity. The doors closed behind us alone, and Ellen attacked, groping my breast and panting, "I don't know what's come over me, but if I don't have you right now I feel like I'm going to burst!" I'd heard the stories of horny women in their 40's, and she was all of that. The elevator stopped on 6 and a couple got on. I could tell it was killing her, and when we reached the 9th floor she darted out, and I followed. "My husband's gone for a while," she said as she opened the door. Once inside, she fairly ripped my top off. "My god, what a perfect set of tits. I'm jealous. Do you ever wear a bra?" "Not when I don't have to," I smiled. I pulled off her top and undid the jogbra. Her smallish tits sagged a bit, the fat nipples pointing downward. I picked one up and suckled it. Ellen moaned but said, "Christ, I shouldn't be doing this. I'm acting like an oversexed teenager." But any further protest died on her lips when I tugged the waistband of her crop pants down and buried my head in her slightly graying bush. Her clit was hard as a rock, and she held my head tight to her crotch as I flicked the little nub with my tongue."Oh yes! Oh fuck!" she screamed. It took us a while to find the bed, but when we did, it was my turn. I straddled her and offered one of my ripe breasts. She sucked at it and only paused long enough to say, "You're lactating something fierce. Did you just have a baby?" "No, my titties are just full all the time," I said, sticking the other one in her mouth. After a bit, her eyes were getting a little glassy, and I pulled away. "You're such a bad girl, aren't you?" I told her, "You've kept it a secret, but you really wish you could cut loose like the little sexpot you are." Ellen seemed to be struggling with this. "I'm- I'm not...." she said slowly, almost drunkenly. I leaned back against the headboard, my knees spread open to reveal my bald snatch. "I bet sexy little Ellen wants to eat my pussy. You want to know how good it tastes." Her resistance crumbled with a groan. She dived in mindlessly, tongue flying. I rolled her onto her back again as we fell into a sixty-nine, my steamy cunt drowning her in my juices while I sucked on her engorged clit and tickled her g-spot with my long fingers. She latched on to my own clit, and I ground my pussy slowly and carefully into her face as I felt my climax approaching. I didn't know if it was accidental or intentional, but she tripped my trigger when one of her fingers wandered into my puckered little asshole. My orgasm caused me to clench around her digit so hard she couldn't have taken it out if she wanted to. After spacing out blissfully for a second, I redoubled my efforts on Ellen and had her cumming in no time, her body spasming and her legs trembling under me. She screamed into my slippery vulva, then settled into random twitches and moans. When that finally subsided, I got up off her and lay next to her on the bed. Ellen made some attempts to speak, but I put a finger on her lips. She lay there for a few more minutes until her breathing became more regular. I could see her tits had already started to grow fuller and firmer as they rose and fell. "That was incredible," she finally said. "I've never had an orgasm like that. MULTIPLE orgasms like that. Hell, I've never had sex with a woman before. What the hell is going on? Who are you?" "Just somebody you met on the elevator." "Then I need to ride the elevator more often." She looked over at the clock. "Shit, George will be back soon. I'm an absolute wreck; I have to take a shower." She grabbed my hand. "Will I, um, be able to see you again?" I reached into my bag for the business card, and wrote down the address. "I'll be there tonight with some friends." She giggled like a schoolgirl, clutching the paper and giving me a sloppy wet kiss that reeked of my secretions. I gathered up my things and thought about jumping in the shower myself, but I didn't want to overplay my hand. As I got to the elevator, the doors opened and out stepped a middle-aged man, not bad-looking but not buff by any means. As I waited for a down elevator, I watched him go into the room I'd just left. I wondered what surprises awaited poor George. It was time to visit my project, Ken/Kayla. Having Bob's knowledge base (but not his personality) was of great use, and I found the booth on the convention floor with ease. A gaggle of men and a few women were showing the advantages of the latest in faucets and shower heads. I wondered at how boring a life this must be. I didn't see Ken, but there were plenty of others who were more than willing to come up and help me with my shower head needs. I could see the dismissive looks on the faces of the women, but an eager young guy made the move to hand me some brochures. He was Ted from the Omaha office, I knew. Nice guy and completely out of his league with me. I ran my hand up and down one of the Swedish-styled chrome fixtures and said, "I see this has a 0.5 GPM Low Flow Dual-Thread Faucet Aerator." Ted was taken aback. "Why, um, yes, yes it does. It's the newest, ah, design, a-a great water and energy saver, two things that are very important these days." I made a fist around the faucet and stroked it up and down seductively. Poor Ted was having a meltdown. "Is...there anything I can, um, help you with?" he said. Finally I saw Ken emerge from the back of the booth. He was wearing a jacket, but his tie was loosened and he was sweating profusely. The booth manager, Stan Carlson, said, "Jeez Ken, you look awful. Are you okay?" Ken's eyes met mine and went wide, but he recovered enough to say, "Yeah, I must be coming down with something." Stan said, "Well, go back to your room and take something, I don't need everybody here coming down with whatever it is you've got. We'll check on you later." I could see the wave of relief cross his face. Ted was still watching me as I gave a handjob to the Swedish faucet. Just then Jenette from Product Sourcing came over and said, "Alright sweetie, strip clubs are a few blocks down. We've got work to do." She gave Ted a nudge on the arm which stopped him from staring at my tits. When she wasn't looking, he slipped me his business card with a wink. I took off slowly down the crowded aisle past other manufacturers and distributors, getting the looks of lust and adoration from all the men and not an insubstantial number of women. I felt like I had the world by the balls, quite literally. So many of these people would do my bidding just for the chance to savor my body. It was an intoxicating realization. I was too hard to miss, so it was no surprise when Ken came up behind me. "Bonnie, we have to talk." "I was hoping we could." "Not....here. Back in my room." When we got there, he collapsed on the bed. "I feel....weird. Like I've been through a blender. I'm itchy all over, I'm sweating, and....." He pulled off his jacket and ripped open his shirt. "I have a pair of tits. I was hiding them under my jacket down there, but it was getting too strange." He had indeed grown a smallish but nicely rounded pair. "May I touch them?" I asked. "God, yes. Touch them, suck them, I've been thinking about them all day." I took one erect nipple in my mouth. The reaction was immediate. "Ohhhhhh, fuck!" I only lingered for a little bit. "Time to get a look at the rest of you," I ordered. Ken stripped out of the shirt and pulled down his pants, revealing those tight panties. I felt between his cheeks for the hardness of the butt plug. It was still in place. Slowly peeling off the boy shorts, his cock popped into view. it was no more than two inches long now, but it was rock-hard. I kissed the tip of it and he shivered. His body was hairless now, arms and legs as smooth as a baby's. And as I turned him around, I could see he had a sexy little ass. Everything was changing rapidly, perhaps a little faster than his brain could comprehend. I gave his cheek a smack and said, "I think it's time to let Kayla come out and play." I gave the butt plug a pull, and it slowly slid out of his ass with a slurping sound as he groaned. "What do you mean, exactly?' he said. Knowledge was welling up inside me. I knew what I had to do. "I'm going to give you a makeover next door" I said, pointing to the slightly-open door between our rooms. 'But first, I need you to shower." I led him over the threshold; everything seemed brighter and more vivid over here. "You left Ken next door. Over here, you're Kayla." I reached into the drawer for the special shampoo. "Here you go," I said to her, "Lather rinse, repeat. And here's some special body wash that will leave you smelling heavenly. Rub lots of it on those little titties, I want them nice and clean." She walked almost zombie-like into the bathroom, dazed but obedient. For the second time today I was sorely tempted to shower with someone but resisted. I had work to do. I carefully laid out all of the items I would need to make her perfect. I realized now that the information bubbling up into my brain was from Chloe. I'm betting that my slutty mindset came from her, too. It was interesting to have two people in your head simultaneously, not fighting but complementing each other. There was so much information to access. Kayla stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She was a little shorter than when she went in, but the shampoo had done its work; her hair was longer and more luxuriant. It wasn't quite shoulder length, but it gave me something to work with. Kayla's eyes were still a little out of focus. "Here baby, you need something to drink," I said, pulling one of my boobs out of my top. She clamped her lips around it as if she'd been doing it all her life, first one, then the other. When she was finished I rubbed my slickened nipples against hers and the effect was immediate. They perked right up and Kayla said, "Oh, that tingles," as she massaged the fluid into her little titties. I sat her down in a chair and said, "Now, we've got a party tonight and I want you to be the prettiest little girl there." She frowned. "What if-what if someone finds out? I mean, I have a cock." "No you don't, honey, you've just got a big clitty," I said, squeezing the tip and watching her jump. "This is the kind of party where people won't care much about that." To ease her into this, I decided to start by doing her nails. I had the extensions glued into place and did them in a blood-red enamel. "I can remove these, right?" she said. Was she still thinking that she could wake up tomorrow and go back to being Ken? "If you want to you can. But maybe you won't want to." I smiled as she surveyed her drying nails. "This feels so weird," she said. "I'm, like, in a bit of a fantasy right now. I'm almost afraid to do something that would make it end." "I can keep the fantasy going for as long as you want, Kayla," I said. "I like being Kayla," she giggled. "What's next?" "Time for some makeup," I replied. "You're going to be so beautiful when I'm done with you." After a little moisturizer, I applied some concealer and foundation to smooth out things and make her look a little less masculine. Then some blush to accent the cheekbones. Then a base and a shimmery shadow on the eyelids to make her eyes pop. Next came mascara and tweaking her eyebrows just a bit. Then some ruby-red lipstick to match her nails, covered with lip gloss. She had changed before my eyes, and I felt my nipples grow hard at the sight of her. I was really, really good at this. Next was the hair. I teased it and blowdried it into a slightly messy crop style, which looked very chic and went well with her face. Now for the moment of truth.....I showed Kayla to the mirror. She stared for a long time, saying nothing. Finally, she said. "That's amazing- it's like seeing someone else." The sound of her voice made me realize there was one more tool in my toolbox. I reached in for a spray bottle and told her to open her mouth. She did so obediently and I hit her with a long spray down her throat. She coughed and said, "What was that f....." before stopping in her tracks. "My voice...it's different!" Ken's male voice was replaced with something smoky and sultry. "This works on your vocal chords," I said, not even knowing how I knew. I just did. I knew that somewhere, Chloe had used the same thing on me. So much of my origin was hazy, just as I knew Kayla's origins would be hazy to her. But no matter. Next came a new pair of red boy shorts, with one more thing. "I'm going to tuck your little clitty in so we don't ruin the line of the dress," I said. I pushed it down and back and Kayla said, "That feels a little strange." Pulling up the panties snugly held everything in place. "You'll get used to it," I said. Kayla ran her hands across her smooth abdomen and smiled. The push-up bra came next, and I was able to smoosh and lift those little titties into a nice bit of cleavage. Kayla cupped them and said, "Amazing." The final major piece was the short black cocktail dress, which I had her step into and pull up so she wouldn't ruin her hair or makeup. The plunging neckline and slit up the side gave her the room to shimmy in. A matching set of heels that she adjusted to better than I expected and she was ready. "Okay, let's get a look at you in the full-length mirror," I said. When she did, her eyes went wide, and she burst into tears. I wasn't expecting this. I'd have a lot of remedial makeup work to do, but first I had to console her. "You don't understand," she sobbed. "I'm not unhappy. It's just that....I'm a little overwhelmed. You see, I've held this secret for a long time, since I was a kid. I always felt forced into being super- masculine, playing sports, picking up chicks, even getting engaged. I always had fantasies of running away where no one knew me and living life as a woman. But real life isn't like that, generally. So I've kept up the facade for years and years, only letting myself slip occasionally, visiting clubs in other cities surreptitiously, dressing up privately when no one was around and just keeping things on the down low. My fianc? even found one of my stashes of panties and bras and I told her it was from an old flame. Nobody's ever known; you're the first. And all of this....," she waved her hands around, "It's all so sudden that I feel like I'm in a dream, and I'll wake up and none of this will have been real." She sniffled, and I handed her a tissue. "Wow, I can't believe I finally said that out loud to someone," she said. Then she looked down at her chest. "I can't go back, can I?" "It's more complicated than that, honey. I can't explain it all just yet." "Right now, I don't want to go back, anyway. It's just....well, there'll be a lot of explaining to do, to a lot of people." I smiled. "Maybe not as much as you think." She seemed puzzled by that. But I gently patted her face and re-did her makeup. Then, out of nowhere, she kissed me. "I don't know if this is real or not, but even if it isn't, I want to thank you for making this all come true." "You're welcome. Fortunately, I used the smudge-proof lipstick." I handed her a little clutch bag that had a makeup kit and spare lipstick, though, just in case she needed it. My guess was she would. Then I set about getting myself ready for the evening. I went for the 'slutty but not TOO slutty' look, with a little red strapless cocktail dress. My boobs overflowed the top just enough, and I showed plenty of leg. My mission was to promote as many erections as possible, and select a lucky few to fuck myself with. Life was pretty simple when you got down to it. "Showtime," I said as we looked ourselves in the mirror. Kayla was a little shorter than me, and those perky little tits were divine. Her black dress shimmered, and she was standing in her heels with ease. I knew now that much of my knowledge was already rattling around her head, allowing her to behave like a sexy young woman, not just look like one. My titties were full again and I wished she could suck a little more 'knowledge' out of me, but it was time to go. Kayla headed for my door but I stopped her. "No- you can't go out that way," I said, herding her through the adjoining door. I opened the door to Ken's room and made sure no one was in the hallway, then we slipped out. "Are you okay?" I asked. Kayla giggled. "I'm kind of nervous and excited at the same time." But there was a bounce in her step. Exiting the elevator and walking into the lobby, we ran smack into Janelle. Who looked harried from a full day on the convention floor. "Well, if it isn't the bimbo-," she turned to Kayla, "-and her little bimbette. Stop annoying the guys on the floor. I know you girls are just here to pick up 'dates' for the evening" she said, using air quotes. "Some of us have to work on our feet, not our backs." Unexpectedly, Kayla said, "What's your problem?" The word 'bitch' was unsaid but might as well have been. "Listen, sweetie. I had a husband who traded me in for a model like you. So I get pissed at the type. Go out and suck a bunch of cock for all I care." And she rushed off. "Someone needs to seriously get laid," I said. Kayla had a completely different reaction. "I was nose-to-nose with her and she had absolutely no idea who I was!" A woman from the concierge desk came over and said, "Can I help you?" It was the young blonde woman I'd seen before, whose name escaped me until I saw the name plate on her lapel. I said we needed a taxi and gave her the address. Her eyes lit up. "Oh yes, the Coming Out party. A lot of people are there tonight." "Coming Out party?" Kayla asked. "You'll find out when you get there," I said in a knowing tone. Instead of a cab, a stretch limo pulled up in front of the hotel, and the door opened. "Get in" said Dina. "Glad you could....come." Climbing in, I saw Dina and a beaming young girl that could only be her own project, And a little further down were two unbelievably hunky guys who I instantly knew were two of us, whatever 'us' meant. "Bonnie," said Dina, this is Jenny, and these are our two party favors, Corey and Chris." Jenny was a redhead with a perky set of boobs a bit bigger than Kayla's. I wondered if my girl was jealous. "It's about a fifteen-minute ride, so I wanted to keep the girls entertained." Dina winked. "I bet these guys would like it if you sucked their cocks." Jenny didn't need a second invitation, crawling up in front of Chris and tugging at his waistband. Kayla hesitated for just a second but soon was alongside Jenny on her knees. "Make sure they come in your mouth, dears. You don't want to mess up your makeup." She handed me a glass of champagne as we watched our two charges gobble down ten inch cocks. Kayla was timid at first, watching Jenny go to work, but she gradually got more and more into it so that soon her sucking and gagging noises were equally loud. Corey's hand on the back of her head tightened as his big balls emptied their load down her throat. Kayla choked most of it down, but a little dribbled out of her mouth back onto Corey's dick. She licked him clean, like the good cumslut she was becoming. Jenny took her load next and swallowed it all. Then she turned to kiss Kayla as they swapped sperm back and forth between their tongues. Watching them was making me horny, and the champagne was going straight to my head. I wasn't hungry, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd had any food in my stomach. That was probably why I got such a cheap buzz. Kayla moved back to her seat and rearranged her dress in such a feminine fashion that it was hard to believe how quick and thorough her transformation had been. "How did you like your first cock?" I asked. Kayla smiled mysteriously. "It wasn't my first." I stared at her, waiting for more. Finally she relented. "There was this guy in college. We got really drunk and, well, things got out of hand. We were both embarrassed the next day and swore not to mention it to anyone." "Until now," I said. "Well, right now I don't give a shit about any of that. One thing, though, Corey's cum was a lot tastier." She shot a wink at Corey, who grinned. "Plenty more where that came from, babe," he said. The car was slowing now, and turning into a long driveway. The sun had set, and the desert air was turning comfortably cool. We walked into a sprawling ranch house past a burbling fountain and into a large living room full of....us. There were easily fifty people already there and more arriving behind us, with the crowd spilling out onto the patio and the pool area beyond. Champagne glasses clinked, but I decided not to partake, still a bit tipsy from my first glass. Buff beyond belief men mixed with women with perfect bodies. There were also those who seemed to be in their intersexual stage, some looking more one way than the other. Jenny and Kayla had already latched onto a small group of them and were talking excitedly. As I moved past the living room and further into the house, those I passed wore less and less clothing. How large was this house, I wondered; it seemed to go on forever, and was built like a maze. Finally the hallway opened up into a great high-ceilinged room, full of light and smelling like.....sweat and sex. The breeze at the door told me I'd entered someplace different, a place like my adjoining room but so much more vast. A place, I knew, where the normal rules didn't apply. There were wide couches full of plush pillows and mattresses with fresh satin sheets. My nipples tingled at the sight of it all, and I could feel the milk flowing to my already-tight breasts.. It was then that I saw her in the corner. She looked a little like Chloe, my guide into this world, and a little like the concierge back at the hotel. I was drawn to her somehow. I went up to introduce myself but was pre-empted when she said, "Hello Bonnie, it's good to see you. I'm Katrina." Up close I could see there was a slight difference. But she still looked like a fresh-faced 18-year-old kid. "That's because, technically, I am an 18-year-old kid," she said. "Did you just...." "Read your mind? Yes. I'm an 18-year-old kid, but I'm also incredibly clairvoyant. And I'm a particle physicist. And an experimental biologist and an aging billionaire looking for the fountain of youth. And too many others to mention." I was utterly confused. "Of course you're confused," she said. "But you also know that while for all intents and purposes your existence has only just begun, you have the knowledge of others within you. Otherwise you'd be sprawled on the floor like an infant." When this project began, it was just a theory. But once the first person broke through and was able to mate and survive, things began to get interesting. You're merely the latest wave, and you're already prepared one who will follow. Part of your growth is being able to tap the knowledge within. This is your Coming Out." She spoke some words and I staggered backwards. The knowledge of so many poured into me that it was hard to take it all in at once. "Rest. It's time for you to join us. Tonight Kayla will be ready to emerge. It's time for her to mate with her former self. You've prepared her well. She's ready." My brain was calming down now. Things that I couldn't understand before were now child's play. Now I knew how Chloe had done it. Of course, it was so simple. I went back to the big room and watched Kayla peel off her dress and let her magnificent breasts be fondled. In another corner I saw Ellen, my 'yoga partner', servicing our limo escorts, Chris and Corey. Corey's cock was in her mouth, being driven down her throat as Chris fucked her from behind. Her ample boobs were swaying back and forth with every thrust. I went over and put my hand on Ellen's ass, and she gave a full-body shudder before redoubling her efforts on both men. I could tell the Others in the room, including Dina; we communicated with glances and nods. Words were not needed among us. Dina and I would be enjoying ourselves later, and she sent me some rather graphic thoughts about the things she wanted to do to me. Finally, I found Chloe even though she was in a different room from me. "Welcome, Bonnie. It's wonderful, isn't it?" Chloe's voice echoed in my head. "It is," I thought back to her. She was in bed on top of a man whose cock was enormous, but who was more importantly having sex with her mind, and she with his. I felt her orgasm, something that went far deeper than bodily fluids and panting partners. I shuddered myself. If this was the path Kayla was on, I wanted to get her started as soon as possible. However, she'd taken matters into her own hands quite literally. She'd crossed the threshold with one of the studly types and was simultaneously sucking the head of his cock while jerking the shaft. Passing into this room had the effect I was hoping for; her breasts had swollen and her body had filled out to its ultimate female form. She smiled as the jizz hit her face and dripped down her chin. It had come so easy to her. She was ready, and so was I. We returned to the hotel, and entered Ken's room for the last time. Passing through the adjoining doors, we entered Kayla's new world. It was no longer mine. I put my hand on her head and she trembled with her new-found knowledge as it passed into her. It was her time to breed, to be complete, to leave Ken behind once and for all. Kayla knew what to do, and I assured her that- like Chloe was for me- I would be there when she was ready for the next step. She kissed me long and hard as her way of saying thanks. It was just a wave of my hand as I returned Kayla to the moment Ken was fumbling with his room key. She passed through the front door with a sense of purpose as she sneaked up behind him. I walked down the hallway grinning as she held his hand steady, pressing her boobs into him as she did so. Men were SO simple to manipulate. They went into the room together and in my mind's eye I watched as she gave him the best sex he ever had. He in turn, gave her entry into her new life. I could feel the sperm bursting from his dick as Kayla squirmed in ecstasy. Ken quickly passed out, left with just an extraordinarily vivid dream. Kayla trembled with joy as she separated herself from her old world once and for all. Passing me in the hall was Jenette, who wrinkled her nose at me but said nothing. She'd had a few vodkas herself as she walked to her room, the one right next to Kayla's. I knew she'd be fun to spy on once her dick started to grow. I could see Kayla at the connecting door, warm spunk still seeping from her pussy, waiting in anticipation of her first conquest...... And I smiled.