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Glen couldn't believe it. All he had done was to sneak a camera into the
sorority house and set it up to take shots of the girls. Was that so
bad? They certainly thought so, and they had a unique idea of what
punishment would fit his crime. It didn't help him that several of them
were connected to scientific research being done in connection with the
university. And that some of those students had access to certain drugs.
He was standing on the front steps of the sorority house, feeling and
looking very unlike himself. All of his body hair was gone, his form had
gained a definate femaleness, and he had even been given... gasp!...
breasts. They weren't large. Just the size of inverted teacups. But he
had been dressed in tiny shorts and a snug top with a bare midriff, and
no bra. His new boobs were shown off, their high-set nipples pushing out
against the thin fabric. One of the girls had even styled his hair into
a pixie-ish look, and another had applied subtle but unmistakable
cosmetics.
Their orders had been simple enough. All he had to do was to go across
the quad to the campus store and buy a scarf in the school's colors, blue
and white. Students passing by didn't notice him. He descended the
steps, hoping he could cover the distance without attracting too much
attention. As he walked, Glen remembered that they had told him to
assume a girly gait if he wanted to blend in. He took smaller steps and
began to swivel his hips, making his round bottom swing saucily.
Suddenly he was drawing stares from plenty of guys. He tried to look
less casual by squaring his shoulders, but that just thrust out those
unwanted chest warmers. He bit his lower lip and tried not to make eye
contact with any of the males. As he got closer to the store, the front
door opened and out spilled a half dozen jocks, all of them talking
loudly and laughing. Almost as one they spotted him and changed
direction so that he couldn't avoid them.
A moment later he was surrounded, the athletes stopping and looking down
at him. He hugged himself and gave them an uncertain smile. Keeping his
voice soft he said, "Excuse me, I have to get to the store."
"Sure, baby," one of them said. "And maybe afterward you can stop by our
frat house."
"Yeah," said another. "Or else you can wait until tonight at eight, when
we're having a kegger."
"I..." Glen was flustered. "Well, maybe. Later. Not right now.
Because... I have to get to the store." He wished his nipples would stop
being so stiff and visible.
The guys grinned and kept him pinned in for another minute before
stepping away and letting him pass. He heard them muttering comments but
couldn't make out the words. At last he got inside the store, where
there were two coeds browsing and a tall young man behind the counter.
Glen looked around, found the scarves, and took one. He went to the cash
register and opened the small change purse the sisters had given him. He
reached in and, instead of money, produced a foil package that contained
a rubber. His cheeks flushed bright red. The clerk gave him a lewd
smile.
Glen pushed his fingers into the purse and found that the girls had also
included a twenty dollar bill. He took it, sighed relievedly, and handed
it over. The clerk rang up the sale and gave him change, which he
dutifully put into the purse, on top of the embarrassing rubber.
He was supposed to wear that scarf back to the sorority house and tried
to tie it around his neck. His fingers fumbled and he tried again. The
clerk offered, "Would you like me to do that for you, honey?"
In a tizzy, without thinking, he nodded. The tall figure came out from
behind the counter and stood very close to him. He took the scarf and,
in no hurry, shook it out and then drew it taut. He gently circled
Glen's neck with it and deftly tied a knot at one side, even fluffing it
up a bit. It was very uncomfortable for Glen to have an admiring male
almost in contact with him. He fidgeted nervously until the clerk at
last stepped away. With mumbled thanks, Glen exited and started back the
way he had come, very aware of how his modest breasts announced
themselves. More male eyes enjoyed the sight he made until he was
finally at the front door of the sorority house again. Thankful that
this would soon be all over, he went inside.
"How did it go?" asked a sister with a leering grin.
"It was awful," he said in a high strained voice. "A bunch of guys asked
me to their fraternity house tonight."
"Maybe you should go. Make some new friends."
"No. I couldn't. Please, haven't you punished me enough?"
"Well," another of the girls said. "I suppose so. That is, unless you'd
like to stay here as one of us. You could certainly pass."
He shook his head. They told him that was all right.
"M... may I have my own clothes back? Please?"
"Sure, honey. But only if you undress right here first."
He cringed with shame but started to strip. Off came the top and his
firm breasts popped into view. The girls cooed over them. Glen cowered
under their amused eyes. He worked the shorts down his smooth legs and
stepped out of them, with only a pair of brief cotton panties remaining.
Catching his lower lip between his teeth, he pleaded with his eyes for
clemency, but none was forthcoming. So he slid the last garment halfway
down his thighs, felt something different about his crotch, and glanced
down.
Glen's eyes went wide. "M... my... penis. What happened to it?"
"Whatever do you mean?" one of the sisters asked innocently. "It looks
fine to me. Even with no hair down there."
"Yeah," agreed another. "It's perfect. All two inches of it."
"B... but it was..." He took a breath. "It used to be..."
"Oh," said one of the girls, as if understanding was just dawning on her.
"It used to be much bigger. Longer and thicker. Oops. That's an effect
of the drug we gave you to make your figure softer and to give you those
attractive boobs. I guess we should give you the other drug, the one
that reverses those effects."
"Yes. Please. I can't stay like this."
"With a baby dick and a chicky shape? I wouldn't think so. All you have
to do is pay us for the antidote." She named an amount that made Glen's
jaw drop.
"I can't afford that."
"Oh my. Then I guess you'll have to stay with us. Unless you'd rather
try to get accepted at the fraternity."
"NO. They'd... The way I look..." He had an awful vision of himself
being ogled by all those guys, their hands reaching for him, and what
would follow. "I couldn't."
"Right. So you'll stay here and work to pay for that treatment. Earning
enough shouldn't take you more than..." She pretended to count up on her
fingers. "... four years. But don't worry. We have some of our members
who are secretaries for the administration and some others who can hack
into just about any computer. Between them they'll create a new identity
for you to go with your eye-catching look. You'll be re-registered as
Glenna, and even be known as a female of that name in national records,
like Social Security and whatever."
In shock, he managed to whisper, "I'll be here with all of you?"
"And you'll fit right in," said a busty girl as she began to peel off her
school sweater. "As our houesmaid and lezzie love toy. I'm sure you'll
enjoy having lots and lots of sex with us, though it will mainly be you
using your mouth all over our bodies." She giggled.
Another of them took up the thread, saying, "And we'll have our hands all
over you, because we want you to have fun, too. The only drawback is
that, though your shrunken dicky can get excited and get hard, it isn't
able to finish. You are going to be soooo horny, Glenna darling."
They all laughed as he stood there with his panties still at half mast,
his miniaturized penis exposed, cheeks flushed, body smooth and pink, and
with no hope of escaping the clever trap they had created put him in. He
was going to spend the next four years as their pet, catering to their
sexual whims and, he understood as one of them took a sorority paddle
from the wall and smacked it meaningfully against her hand, being
punished.
Glen... or Glenna... sniffled and blinked back tears. He stammered out a
belated apology for planting the camera to take naughty pictures.
"That's all right," one of the sisters assured him. "We took down the
camera and we'll have lots and lots of fun using it to take pictures of
you. So you see, Glenna, it all works out fine."
*********
Brent quivered as he stood in front of the full-length mirror gazing at
what his wife had done to him after she discovered that he was cheating
on her. His body had been denuded of hair and softened like a woman's,
with rounded hips and thighs. Worse than that, she had given him
knockers, grapefruit-sized globes tipped with wide aureola and thick
nipples. His hair, which he had been wearing long, was pulled out to the
sides and held in ponytails with a pair of big yellow bows.
Standing behind him, his wife Shanna reached around and put her hands
over the fronts of those heavy gloves to massage them lightly. His
reaction was instant, with his cock trying to get hard. Unfortunatly for
Brent, she had also locked his member in a tight chastity tube, so that
it couldn't achieve a full erection, only a partial one that was
uncomfortable and made his balls ache.
She licked his ear and whispered, "See what happens to a bad husband who
plays around behind his loving wife's back? Hmmm?"
"Please," he whimpered, remembering to keep his voice feathery like she
had told him to. "If you could just unlock me long enough that I could
get some relief. And then make me look the way I used to."
"Now Bitsy," she said, using the shameful new name she had assigned him.
"You know I can't do that. It wouldn't be fair to me. I still have to
practice a bit of infidelity of my own. Just to settle the score. Now
you confessed that you've been screwing other women for five years. So
it's only right that I have to same length of time to party at your
expense." She playfully tweaked his nipples. "And to keep you in
chastity so you can't have ANY orgasms of your own."
Tears rolled down his pink cheeks. "Shanna, dear, if you would just..."
She pinched his nipples hard, tugging on them and making him yelp. "If I
would just make these changes permanent so you could never fool around
again? Is that what you think I should do?"
"N... n... no," he whimpered. "But you can't leave me like this for...
five years."
"I sure can. And I can do my share of cheating, too. In fact, my new
boyfriend'll be here soon. So let's put you into something pretty and,
if you don't want him to see you, I'll let you hide in the closet, right
here in the bedroom, so you'll hear everything that goes on."
He wanted to say something else, but saw the futility of it. She had him
totally in her power. So all he did was to nod wordlessly. She smirked
at him and went to his dresser, from which all of his male clothing had
vanished, to pick something for him to wear. It was a baby doll nightie
with matching panties. He put it over his head and felt it slide silkily
down his hairless body. Then he stepped into the bikini-cut panties and
wriggled them up his smooth legs. She had him fit his feet into a pair
of high-heeled plastic slippers with frou-frou feathers on them.
"That was easy, wasn't it?" she said, sounding perfectly reasonable.
Then she did an intentionally slapdash job of applying make-up, leaving
him with a garishly colored and sloppily done mouth, as well as blue-
lidded eyes that were heavily outlined. Shanna gave her spouse a hard
slap on the rump.
"Now hop into the closet before Tony arrives. Unless you really do want
him to see you, Bitsy."
"Noooo," he wailed as he started toward his hiding place.
She had intentionally bought the slippers too small, so that they pinched
with every step. While he was in the closet they would torment his toes.
He backed into a space she had created between her dresses. Shanna took
an aerosol dispenser and sprayed him with perfume, right beteen those
sizable milkers that were visible through the transparant lingerie. He
involuntarily inhaled the flowery scent, as he would continue to do for
as long as she left him in there.
Ten minutes later he was already shifting from foot to foot, trying to
gain some relief from those sadistic slippers. There was a firm knock at
the front door. His wife opened the closet for a moment so he could see
that she had gotten undress and put on a short belted robe. She opened
it to reveal that there was nothing underneath but tempting flesh. His
poor cock tried to stiffen again, producing more discomfort. She patted
his balls through the panties, gave him an air kiss and closed the closet
once more.
He heard the front door open and a deep male voice speak. There was a
moment of quite during which he pictured her kissing some guy. Then they
were coming toward the bedroom, her saying loudly enough for her date to
hear that her husband was out of town for the weekend.
"And I won't miss him," she announced. "He never was a good lay. And he
cheated on me. So this is poetic justice."
The guy laughed. "If you want, I can come by some time when he's home
and give him a good smacking around."
"I might take you up on that offer," she said jovially. "Or just have
you slap his face, put him over your lap, and give him a long hard
spanking. I bet he'd never look at another woman after that."
"Just say the word. But right now..." There was the sound of a long
kiss. "... let's get that robe off you and hit the sheets. I hope you
like lots of foreplay and a good long plowing."
She purred seductively. "That's exactly what I want. And don't be
afraid to be noisy. Heh, heh. I only wish my jerk of a husband was were
to listen in. Let's get you out of these slacks and -- oh yeah -- let me
get busy on this lady-pleaser of yours."
For the next hour Brent had to perspire in the cramped closet, the air
thick with perfume, his feet hurting, big boobs weighing heavily, and his
balls throbbing. The entire time the lovers were noisy, with each of
them complimenting the other, at first affectionately, but then
increasingly in crude terms. They asked for what they wanted and were
happy to meet each other's requests. By the end of their time in bed
Brent felt exhausted.
That was why it was so upsetting when his wife lied and said, "My
husband's going to be on the road a lot. Let's take advantage of that
and get together right here as often as we can... which will be all the
time."
Tony guffawed. "While the jerk doesn't even know what's happening."
"Exactly," Shanna said. "I only wish he could be here every time,
listening to us getting it on. If he was, as soon as you left, I'd make
him eat my pussy and lap up all that messy cream you shot me full of."
In the closet Brent could only keep his silence and think about the five
long years that faced him. At least after that she would show him some
mercy. Wouldn't she?
*********
Club Exotique was a private nightspot. Rumors of its extreme kinkiness
circulated but most people never had a chance to confirm them. Chip
Gosin was different. He had figured out how to get in and learn
everything about the place. That was his job as an undercover reporter
for a glossy international sex magazine. But something had gone wrong
with his plan and the view he was going to get of the club was not what
he had anticipated.
"Let's have a look at you, Chita," said the tall voluptuous woman known
only as Madame K. "You're my best transformation ever. And the fact
that you didn't want it, that you still think of yourself as a man -- and
alpha -- makes it just perfect." She smiled devilishly. "Now walk for
me, my little sexpot."
Chip took an experimental step on the toweringly high heels he wore.
They had taught him how to balance on them but he was still insecure. He
took small mincing steps, which made his butt roll. It didn't help that
he was tightly corseted and stuffed into an electric-blue gown that went
down to his stockinged ankles. To further hamper him, he had been given
an hourglass figure, with a bust like a couple of water balloons, half
out of the low cut top of the dress, wobbling with every move he made.
They were 40-some inches and in the multiple-D cup range.
Madame K held up a hand mirror and wanted to know, "Is your lipstick all
right, sugar?"
Of course it was. It was dyed on, a bright blue that wouldn't begin to
fade for months. Over that he had been made to apply clear gloss, so
that his lips glistened. And what lips they were, pumped up to pillowy
dimensions. His face was also decorated with lots of cosmetics and a
pair of cartoonishly long false eyelashes which, every time he blinked,
fluttered dramatically. The woman who had inflicted this new identity on
him smirked at how he suffered from his loss of maleness. His penis and
balls had been tightly compressed, covered with a triangle of mesh that
was held on with a super flesh-bonding adhesive, and covered with a
convincingly lifelike false pussy. He felt it with every step he took, a
constant reminded of how his genitals had been disabled, and it hurt too.
His bottom stuck out and its overly full cheeks rubbed against each
other.
"Showtime," the woman who controlled him declared. "Let's get out there
and give the gentlemen an eyeful. And the ladies too." She chortled.
"You'll be a hit with everybody."
He felt like he would start blubbering and not be able to stop. But it
was important to behave and do a good job. Madame K had taken him to the
room where they kept the bondage equipment and pointed out a full-body
harness in which he could be trussed, then suspended like a pinata. She
also showed him the collection of masks, collars, butt plugs, paddles,
crops, nipples clamps, and more that would be handed out to clients to
use on him if he earned himself a part in their weekly Punishment Night.
With his hips rolling and bust riding up and down, he stepped through a
curtained doorway and onto the floor of the club. Tables around the room
were filled with customers, all of who turned to gaze when a blue
spotlight picked him out and followed him as he advanced sinuously.
Moving between the seated patrons, he felt hands patting his bottom and
stroking his thighs through the hugging gown. Some of them touched his
corset, admiring how it cinched his waist and commenting on how
unpleasant it must be to wear.
A mannishly dressed woman with short hair and no make-up asked him, "Are
you available for private sessions, honey?"
It was difficult for Chip to speak through those swollen lips but he
managed to say in a small voice, "Not yet. It's my first night."
He wondered if she understood that he was male. Or cared. Maybe she was
a man-hater who liked that he had been feminized and wished to abuse him.
Next a hulking male in an ill-fitting but expensive suit took him by the
elbow and forced him to strand still. He put his free hand under one of
Chip's impressive hooters and bounced it, licking his lips hungrily. He
said, "I can't wait for role-playing time. You'll look terrific in a dog
collar, all French-poodled-up, with me leading you around on a leash.
And I'll make sure that I'm the one to insert your cute tail."
Chip shuddered and forced himself to smile, which was a limited and
bizarre expression with those lips. He said, as he had been trained to,
"I'm here for your pleasure, Sir."
The guy laughed and shoved a fifty dollar bill down Chip's cleavage.
There were other perverse propositions as he continued to circulate. His
reporter's mind automaticly retained them, as if he was still going to
write that story. But that was never going to happen. He was certain of
it when he got to the last table in the back of the room, in deep
shadows. If he squinted, and ignored those distracting false eyelashes,
he could see the faces of his editor, the assistant editor, executive
secretary and, grinning maliciously, the owner of the publication.
"You look great, Chita," said the latter. "Sorry I had to kill that
story. But hey, we all got free memberships to this fantastic place, and
unlimited access to their newest attraction -- you. There'll be a photo
spread of your luscious self in our next issue. And plenty more features
after that. I'm going to make you famous, honey pie."
Chip said, through those cushiony colorful lips, his bazooms rising and
falling with his deep breaths, "I'm here for your pleasure, Sir."
His former employer smiled crookedly and told him, "I know you are, you
magnificent piece of ass. I've already pre-booked half a dozen private
visits with you. Those I don't get for free, but I'm sure they'll be
worth it."
Chip bowed from the waist in acknowledgement. His bulging bust nearly
burst free. Everyone had a good laugh and, as he turned to move away,
someone gave his rump a hard pinch. He tottered off in his too-high
heels, wondering what ELSE awaited him in his new career.
*********
(So, which of these involuntary breast-recipeients would YOU most like to
be? Or to spend an hour with? Hmmm?)
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