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James stood in front of the kitchen sink, filling a glass of water.
Jesse, the name echoed. Is that my name, now? A pleasant tingle
shuddered through the back her mind, prompting her thighs to clench. It
seemed to confirm that yes, her body would certainly respond to Jesse.
She set the glass aside and propped her hands on the edge of the
counter, leaning and staring into nothing. She lifted onto the balls of
her feet, feeling her calves flex.
Jesse, she thought again. Or Jess? I wonder if it's short for anything.
Jessica?
Jesse wore only a long white t-shirt, which she'd grabbed from the
closet when leaving the bedroom. She absolutely swam in it. It hung
just below her hips, exposing the tops of her smooth legs, down to her
bare feet. The shirt looked like it belonged to a giant. Her collarbone
was visible above the neckline. The tips of her breasts pushed the
front of the shirt forward, and Jesse could feel the cool air tickling
her sensitive stomach in the empty space it created below the tent.
This is happening too fast.
No, Jesse shook her head. Her hair fell loosely in front of her eyes.
What am I talking about, she admonished herself. Too fast? This
shouldn't be happening at all!
What was happening to her? With each new change, her reactions felt
wrong. She was alternatingly shocked and confused and terrified and
aroused, but were those right? She had the nagging feeling she should
be reacting differently. Reacting more. Shouldn't she be doing
something? She felt helpless and passive; some part of her whispered to
her; if she waited long enough, maybe the changes will eventually just
undo themselves.
The weight of her breasts pulled subtly at her front and shoulders.
They seemed surprisingly heavy for their small size. Her nipples looked
thick, poking against the loose material of the shirt. They distracted
her, shifting her weight by miniscule degrees whenever her shoulders
moved.
Victoria's silent arrival made Jesse jump. She embraced Jesse from
behind. A pair of hands snaked upward, cupping the firm tits and giving
them a squeeze. Her flesh was pliant and warm.
"You look pretty hot," the lips spoke into Jesse's ear. Jesse could
feel Victoria's presence behind and above her, reminding her of the new
size difference. Victoria's fingertips swirled around each nipple in a
circle, once, twice, sending shivers through Jesse's spine and causing
her head to roll back. Victoria released Jesse and stepped back,
shouldering her purse and moving to the front door. Jesse noticed
Victoria was fully clothed, sporting jeans and a blouse with casual
heels.
"I need to pick up a few things," she answered before Jesse could voice
the question. "I'll be back in a few hours." She turned back to look at
Jesse, standing bewildered with a million questions.
"Why don't you explore that body a bit," she suggested. "Enjoy it while
you can, it might not stay that way much longer." She stepped through
the door, keys in hand, and closed it behind her.
'Might not stay that way much longer?' What did that mean? Would she be
changing back, soon? Jesse relaxed a little. Of course; if Victoria had
some kind of drug that could do all this, it stood to reason that she
had drugs to change back, as well. Hadn't Victoria mentioned something
about how the drug could be programmed? Perhaps she was planning to
change her back tonight?
Jesse's tension eased. There was a way back. Victoria was an expert
tease, and always had been since they first met. Her taunts and
promises of being 'forever trapped' were part of a twisted roleplay or
sexy mind game.
Probably.
Jesse set aside her concerns for the moment. Victoria had already
surprised her multiple times before, with some of the weird stuff she'd
been able to smuggle home from work. Jesse was always nervous the first
time they tried something new, but they'd always had a good time. Why
should this be any different? She was being needlessly paranoid.
Victoria was right; this was a golden opportunity.
She was all alone right now. Somehow, impossibly, she had a pair of her
own tits, and an admittedly attractive little figure. Hadn't she
fantasized about what it was like to be a girl? For as long as she
could remember? This entire, unbelievable situation was almost verbatim
what she'd described to Victoria, a year ago. This was a once in a
lifetime experience.
The butterflies returned. She inhabited a lithe, soft little body, with
perky tits and sensitive skin. She still had her dick, and even if it
didn't seem to be working quite right at the moment, it still felt
pretty good to touch it.
She was working herself up. What had she been doing before this, again?
Jesse needed to find something to do. She needed something to help her
relax.
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Sometime later, Jesse blew the last of the smoke out the bathroom
window. She tossed the remnants of her joint into the toilet, flushed,
and walked back to the living room. She spread out and plopped onto the
couch tiredly. Her t-shirt pooled around her and her breasts jiggled
and spread slightly when she came to rest. The pleasant, pink fog crept
in at the edges of her thoughts. It seemed to be a little more
persistent, lately.
On the end table, Jesse's laptop sat open, yesterday's job hunt
abandoned. Jesse pulled it closer and opened a new tab, closing all the
others. She wandered through a few X-rated websites, not sure what she
was looking for. She paused on a camgirl show. It looked like it was
recorded previously; she could see controls to rewind and fast-forward.
The girl on the screen was young - petite like Jesse, but without the
surprise anatomy down below. On the screen, the girl - a blonde with
medium-length hair - looked off-camera and laughed silently, presumably
reading something on her own computer screen. She nodded and sat back,
exposing a pair of small, bare breasts. The camgirl's nipples stuck
straight forward, stiff, atop wide areolas that pushed forward eagerly.
Jesse reached up and cupped her own breasts, testing their firmness.
She kind of liked the way they molded to her grip and shook when they
returned to their original shape. She felt her own nipples harden,
responding to a new kind of arousal. It felt like thick, viscous,
liquid happiness that pumped through her veins and made her skin
tingle. There was a tension behind her nipples that seemed to vibrate
excitedly with each stimulus. Jesse grabbed the hem of her shirt,
pulling it overhead and tossing it to the side.
She looked down at her chest. Her breasts didn't look silly or out of
place at all on this body. The curves swept down from her armpits,
curving out and pointing forward. Her hands played with them, her thumb
and fingers feeling the deep tissue beneath. She kneaded them and
pulled on them. Her breasts seemed to hide wires of pleasure, which
connected to her stomach and extended between her hips. The nub between
her legs ached, standing at full attention, an embarrassing inch at
most. Jesse's fingers played with her nipples, noting their firm
texture and sensitivity. Rather than easily pressing flat, she could
feel them folding and rolling when she played with them.
Feminine moans echoed through the living room, with occasional short
gasps. Hadn't that camgirl video been silent? Jesse realized it was her
own voice and flushed with embarrassment. She didn't care anymore, she
was enveloped in the soft background static nibbling at her thoughts.
With one hand squeezing her breast, her other hand slid down, palm flat
against her skin, past her smooth stomach, her hips rolling as her
fingers spread and descended. She splayed her fingers into a V on
either side of her erect penis. She rubbed her palm against it. It felt
intense, almost too sensitive. She yipped, and approached it a little
more gently. Her tiny prick stood upright, defiant. She began rubbing
the back of it with her fingertips, making swirling motions. It rolled
around in circles, fighting to point upright again.
As Jesse played with her breast and cock with both hands, she picked
her feet up, knees out, and rested them on the edge of the couch. She
felt slutty, her legs spread and her girlish moans filling the
otherwise silent room. The slutty feeling fueled her arousal, which in
turn pushed her to work harder, which made her feel sluttier, feeding
back into her arousal in turn. Deep pulses of rising excitement
throbbed behind her breast, then in her toes, then up her legs and in
her cockhead. Another wave crested behind it, longer and stronger than
the last. Then another. Jesse cried out loudly, her legs tensing and
her body spasming.
A tiny dribble of clear liquid coated her fingers. As Jesse tried to
catch her breath and find her bearings, her fingers rose unconsciously
to her lips, and she sucked idly on them.
Jesse heard the rattle of keys behind the front door, and the click of
a lock opening. Victoria opened the door and stepped in, carrying an
assortment of unmarked bags. She stopped when she saw Jesse on the
couch, saw her flushed chest and neck, and the deep crimson blush on
her cheeks. The camgirl show was still playing out on the screen.
Victoria's eyes glittered.
"I see you took my advice," she commented. "How do you feel?" Something
about her expression made Jesse think the question was about more than
just the orgasm.
Jesse tried to think. How did she feel? Did she feel different than
usual? She took stock. She felt warm, and melty, and soft. Her legs
rubbed back and forth against each other. Her breasts still ached, and
she felt like she could masturbate again.
"I'm still horny," Jesse realized out loud. "I can't get it to go
away."
"Anything else?"
Maybe there was, but she wasn't sure what. Mostly, she wanted to know
what Victoria had planned for her. She looked at Victoria. Victoria
knew what was going on. Victoria would know what to do next. Victoria
was in charge and Jesse was safe in her hands.
"Take these to the bedroom for me." Victoria nodded to the bags. "Wait
for me there."
Automatically Jesse hopped to her feet with glee at the task, her
elbows down and her hands in fists. Her breasts shook pleasantly as she
ran to the bags and picked them up, carrying them to the bedroom. Her
naked ass jiggled as she moved.
Jesse set the bags down next to the bed and turned to face the door,
waiting for Victoria to enter. A moment later she did. In one hand, she
carried a stainless-steel briefcase.
"Seeing as how you're already naked, I suppose we should get right into
it," Victoria stated, setting the briefcase on a side table. She placed
her hands on her hips and faced Jesse. Her tone was firm but amused:
"climb onto the bed and lay on your back."
Jesse smiled and crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, moving to
the middle. She swept her legs out, laying onto her back with her hands
and feet outstretched to the corners. Her hair bunched under her head
and she flipped it out, letting it fan around her like a halo.
Victoria ruffled through the bags she'd brought home; Jesse could hear
the sound of packaging being ripped open. Victoria finally pulled out a
set of sturdy-looking leather cuffs. The outside was black and studded
with buckle holes. The inside was padded and lined with dark fur.
Jesse's grin faltered, and uncertainty washed into her expression. Her
body tensed and for a moment, Victoria thought Jesse might bolt, like a
scared rabbit.
"Ah ah," Victoria soothed, "stay right there." She met Jesse's gaze and
held it. She moved slowly, approaching the foot of the bed without
breaking eye contact. Under Victoria's gaze, Jesse didn't move.
Victoria reached down and caressed Jesse's smooth leg. Staring into
those nervous eyes, she wrapped the cuff around Jesse's exposed ankle,
securing the buckle snugly. Moving steadily, Victoria rounded the bed
and repeated with the other ankle, then moved up the sides and cuffed
both of Jesse's wrists.
Returning to the bags, Victoria pulled out a bundle of tightly-knit
nylon ropes. She looked back at Jesse, who made no move. Stepping
quickly around the bed again, Victoria looped the nylon ropes through
the metal ring of each cuff, extending the rope to the corner of the
bed and pulling it tight around hooks that Jesse hadn't noticed before.
She secured each end with a knot; they looked complex and practiced.
Jesse lay spread eagle on the bed, her entire body naked and exposed.
Seeing her fully stretched out on the large mattress, Victoria could
finally appreciate how small Jesse had become. She looked completely
helpless and vulnerable. Victoria marveled at how healthy Jesse's
breasts had developed. They were a full A, or perhaps a small B. They
were firm and pushed upward, and they heaved with each of Jesse's
excited breaths. The smooth skin glistened with perspiration, making
her look shiny in the dim light.
Jesse's face was completely feminized. Her cheeks were rosy with
embarrassment and maybe something more. Victoria could see just a hint
of freckles under Jesse's sparkling blue eyes.
"You're beautiful," Victoria breathed. Jesse's blush deepened and
spread across her entire naked body. "This is going to be perfect."
Victoria opened the briefcase, and Jesse's eyes widened at the strange
green glow which washed out from it. Jesse couldn't see Victoria's
hands working behind the lid, but when she closed it, one hand held a
glowing syringe with a concerning needle at the tip.
"It's time for us to say goodbye to our mutual friend," Victoria said
quietly. Jesse's arms jerked against the bonds. They didn't budge.
Victoria's knots were tight, and the cuffs - although they were
comfortable - they held her wrists and ankles snugly. Jesse wasn't
going anywhere.
Victoria savored the control she had over Jesse. She approached Jesse's
side and Jesse immediately flinched away from the needle. When Victoria
didn't move, Jesse's body relaxed slightly, the nervousness still
visible. Victoria reached cautiously with her free hand and gently
fondled Jesse's breast. Jesse could feel the flesh atop her chest being
moved around, it felt strange but nice. Victoria's fingers pinched
Jesse's nipples and she tried to yelp; it came out sounding
disturbingly like a sexy moan.
"That's it," Victoria cooed. "I know this feels good. I know you must
have been thinking about sex all morning and all day. Have you been
having a difficult time thinking about anything else?"
Jesse continued to moan as she was fondled and pinched, she could
barely nod.
"I know you have," Victoria encouraged. "That's all part of the
process. You're going to become my stay-at-home sexpot."
Jesse moaned in protest.
"I'm going to make you my submissive trophy wife. You'll follow my
commands and satisfy my needs, and I'll award you with the most amazing
orgasms you've ever experienced. I'm going to mold your body and mind
into everything you've ever fantasized about. Does that sound pleasing
to you?"
Jesse could barely process everything Victoria said through the pink
fog nibbling at her thoughts. Somewhere in her mind, James screamed
"No!" but Jesse couldn't help herself. She moaned in response,
"yeeeesss."
"Yes," Victoria repeated. She thought for a moment as she fondled her
girlfriend's breast. She hummed thoughtfully.
"Call me," Victoria paused, "call me... mistress."
"Mistress!" Jesse cried out as a wave of euphoria crested. It started
at her shoulders and washed down to her toes. Her hips bucked as it
passed through her, and her tiny penis spurted a single, thin rope of
fluid onto her thigh.
As Jesse came, Victoria jabbed the needle into the thick part of
Jesse's outer thigh and pressed the plunger.
Vera
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