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Saturday.
James woke up thinking about sex. He drifted gradually awake, with
images from his dream passing through at the edges of his memory. He
couldn't remember precisely what the dreams were about, but small
details remained with him.
They panned across his awareness like a slideshow before they faded,
closeup images accentuating the smooth curves of some mystery woman.
The sloping bulge of a breast as it was pushed up by a tight corset;
the downward slope of a feminine lower back, just before it expanded
into overlapping round lines of hips and buttocks; slender shoulders
and neck, sweeping up and disappearing behind a delicate ear with locks
of hair falling around it; lips parted, on a small mouth.
James lay in the bed on his side, his knees pulled up and his elbows
tucked in close, under the sheets. He felt the familiar excitement of
morning wood trapped between his legs, felt the pressure inside his
pelvis as well as throughout its length. He squeezed his thighs
together and instinctively rocked his hips, feeling them rub and pull
against the skin of his hardness. It felt almost painfully hard this
morning; like he hadn't used it in months, when in fact he'd been
having nonstop sex the last few days.
It felt good. He slowed down, making longer motions with each thrust
and squeezing his thighs harder on it, reveling in the pressure and the
smooth feeling of his hairless skin. He squeezed his cock with his legs
and gave it a drawn-out thrust, pulling the tight skin almost
painfully. Wonderfully. It was like a long overdue stretch.
James groaned out loud and his eyes flew open in confusion when his
mind registered the timbre of his own voice. The voice he heard was
husky from sleep and arousal, but it didn't resonate like a man's
voice. It was higher. It had breath behind it, and sounded almost sexy.
It didn't sound like him.
James tossed the covers to the side and sat up, realizing immediately
that something was off. He opened his hands, palms up, and looked down
at himself with apprehension.
He was greeted by new shapes.
His skin was luscious and smooth. There was no hardness left in his
muscles. Last night, his chest was flat, if not a little puffy. Today,
the flesh shaped outward, and pointed forward. Fear in his eyes, James
brought his hands up to the small, soft mounds resting where his
sculpted chest used to be. His fingers pressed against them, testing
them. They flexed easily, and bounced back to their original shape with
a jiggle. The nipples perched on the tips pointed slightly outward.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
James stood to run to the bathroom, but slowed down after a few steps.
Though small, the points of weight in front of him shook with each
motion he made. It unnerved him enough to slow him down. He walked
briskly instead.
Arriving in front of the mirror, James didn't recognize the thing that
looked back. It was androgynous and undeveloped in some places,
undeniably feminine in most others. Pubescent breasts jutted forward.
His waist was narrow - with a shudder, James realized he would probably
seem small wrapped in someone's arms. His body wasn't chubby, but he
definitely wasn't toned, either. His light-brown hair seemed to be
slightly lighter, close to the roots, and locks were falling well below
his ears, almost to his shoulders. A few loose strands hung down in
front of his face.
His face. He could still see himself in it, but barely. It looked so
different. It was youthful. The lines of his cheeks and jaw were gone,
replaced by delicate contours. His lips were a bow. His entire bone
structure was different. James was pretty sure that wasn't possible.
"Finally noticed, did we?"
Victoria blocked the bathroom entrance. She was draped in a long, white
bathrobe, with the sash tied in front. James shifted. She didn't appear
to be freaking out at all. She seemed downright mischievous.
"Victoria," James started, and cleared his throat. God, that voice
wasn't his! It came out small and almost musical. "Vicci," he tried
again, softly, "what's happening to me?"
Victoria walked towards James, letting her hips carry her through each
step. As she drew closer, James realized with horror that he was
looking up at her. She was taller than he was. She didn't use to be
taller than he was. She used to be many inches shorter than him, and
now he was looking up at her, and she was looking with satisfaction
down at him. He was sure it wasn't her that changed. No, the whole
world had grown slightly larger around him, overnight.
Victoria placed her hands on James's shoulders and looked, down, into
his eyes. "You're undergoing some changes," she said simply.
"What have you done?" James asked, his eyes wide like a scared deer.
Victoria almost melted.
"I brought home a new toy," she said. "Something to make our wildest
fantasies a reality. Something to make you my sexy little plaything."
"Your... sexy..." James tried to process what she was saying. In the
periphery, he was aware of the pull of gravity on his small breasts,
the thinness of his arms. He looked up at her, helpless. "You're
turning me into a girl?"
"I am," she confirmed.
James pulled away and paced. "No," he muttered, "no, I need to stop
this. I need to get to the doctor, get everything reversed."
Victoria's eyebrows raised, teasingly. "Oh?" she asked. "You're going
to the doctor? Are you going to show him how much you've changed? How
small you've gotten?"
A thrill rushed through James at the thought. His knees almost buckled
under him at the suddenness of it. Where had that come from? He
recognized the feeling as arousal, but it was warm and fluid. It
tickled his stomach and tried to control him.
Victoria looked down between his legs. "Are you going to show him how
much your little dick has shrunk?"
His dick. He hadn't thought about it yet. James cute lips hung open in
shock. He reached down with both hands, grasping it for the first time
that morning.
What he found was barely an inch long. In his hips, in his pelvis, he
felt like he had a massive hardon. He could feel the throbbing
intensity of engorgement. But between his legs, there was barely
anything left. It hung limply. A tight, smooth pouch for his testicles
rested below it, but he couldn't find much in it.
James whimpered, and despaired when the sound came out sexy.
"It's alright, baby," Victoria slid behind him and wrapped her arms
around him. Her voice soothed him. "This is what I want for us. You're
going to love it, and I'm going to take care of everything."
Victoria's hands crept down and touched his dick. James took deep, slow
breaths. He couldn't keep up with this.
"This drug," Victoria said, twiddling his cock like a toy, "it's going
to change everything. The world, I mean. You can program it. Make it
turn you into anything. Become your ideal self. It can make you perfect
and beautiful. It could make you into a Greek god," she leaned in,
cupping his near-empty sack, "or it can forever trap you as my little
sextoy." Her breath tickled his ear as she continued. "It could be
programmed to make you smarter, or..." she trailed off.
An implication hung in the air. With dawning horror, James slowly
started to notice something that had been tickling the back of his
mind; a slight, persistent background hiss that couldn't be heard. It
was pleasant and pink, and seemed to pull lightly at his thoughts,
distracting him from time to time.
Victoria saw that he knew and smiled. She lowered her lips to his neck
and kissed. She kissed, and nibbled, and sucked. James moaned,
involuntarily. He looked back over his shoulder at her, his eyes heavy.
They kissed. James lifted his hand, cupping Victoria's face. She ran
her hands up his body, starting below his hips, widening as they moved
up, then tapering again. From behind, Victoria reached up and cupped
James's small breasts, her fingers toying with his nipples. James
sucked in air through his teeth, as new currents of energy jolted
through him. His body responded all on its own, with a humping, sliding
motion.
Victoria dropped her hands and pushed James forward, back towards the
bedroom. The background hiss urged him forward, rewarding him with
pleasant tingles. He walked to the bed, thinking about his tiny, hard
penis, and wanting only to ram it deep into something and fuck it.
James reached the bed and turned to face Victoria. She pulled at her
sash, releasing her closed robe. It fell open, revealing a fuzzy,
leather harness, strapped around her waist. From it jutted a thick,
slightly-translucent, cloudy silicone penis. It had just the subtlest
curve, and tapered slightly. It looked adorable on her.
"Time to be my girlfriend," Victoria said as she gently - but firmly -
pushed him down. "Kneel for me, Jesse."
Jesse dropped to her knees, obediently. She took the dildo in her hand.
It was soft and velvety. The cloudy color was playful. She let her
fingers trace the fake veins, squeezed her fingertips on the cockhead.
She relaxed her mouth, and the urge felt right. She leaned forward, her
tongue reaching out as if it couldn't wait for her mouth to arrive. She
felt the cock enter her and closed her lips around it. She hummed as
she felt the texture with her lips and tongue, and her girlfriend
purred above her.
"Good girl," Victoria said, running a hand through Jesse's hair and
gently grabbing a handful. Jesse's head bobbed up and down on
Victoria's lap. The soft, silicone texture pulled at her lips every
time her head bobbed up, puckering them out. A trail of saliva coated
the fake cock.
Victoria encouraged Jesse. Behind the harness, her vulva lips were
thick and engorged. She was dripping slightly down one leg. Victoria
could feel the hard nub of a stainless-steel bullet vibe, pressed
between the lips, waiting to be activated. She cupped Jesse's face and
pulled her off the stiff dildo.
"Turn around," she offered. Jesse turned. Without being asked, she bent
over the bed. Jesse's tiny tits hung down, her smooth, round ass pushed
up. It couldn't seem to hold still, it kept waving, inviting.
Jesse waited, not moving or speaking, as Victoria retrieved some lube.
She yipped involuntarily as Victoria's fingers massaged her rear, and
she blushed with embarrassment. The embarrassment made her legs weak
and her stomach bloomed with heat. She moaned, and it sounded like a
girl in heat.
Victoria pointed the dildo forward, the tip pressed against Jesse's
unblemished anus. The smooth muscle relaxed, and Victoria slid her hips
forward with confidence.
"Oohh!" the long moan came from them both.
Victoria's hips rolled back and forward, fucking her boyfriend. Her
girlfriend, now.
Jesse squirmed and moaned below her with abandon. Just like her lips
earlier, the slick texture pulled at her anus. It seemed to want to
suck the dildo in deeper. Each thrust of the dildo brushed against
something inside her; each bump pushed clear liquid out of Jesse's
little cock. It jutted out below her, tiny and tapered, with a string
of slime connecting her to the bed. Jesse stopped trying to stand and
let her cock grind against the bed under them.
Victoria pressed a button on her harness, and multiple vibrators buzzed
to life. Jesse could feel the cock vibrating angrily inside her. She
cried out and grabbed the sheets. Her body made distinctly feminine
sounds of passion. Victoria thrust harder, pressing her clit hard
against her own bullet vibe, each time she bottomed out. She felt an
orgasm coming, and thrust harder as she got closer.
Jesse's cries were coming closer together. She yipped as she felt a
crest approaching.
"Harder," she begged. Victoria obliged, grinning.
Jesse felt the orgasm crash into her, and she filled the room with her
cries of bliss. "Fuck me!" she screamed, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh
God keep fucking me!"
Victoria groaned with her own climax, her hips thrusting with hard
jerks instead of any controlled rhythm. She pinned Jesse down and
ground her hips, the dildo sliding around in Jesse's ass. Jesse's
perfect, round ass. The cheeks were plump, a clear heart-shaped line
dividing them from her thighs, which were clenched tight. She held
Jesse there.
The room was still, the sound of breathing and a post-coital glow
filling the space.
"Jesse," Victoria relished saying the name, as she whispered it in her
ear. "Sweet girl. You're not done changing yet."
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