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"Oh, Tabbi, your eyes look so big. Doesn't Big George feel so good
stuffing your sissy pussy? I can see how much you like it. All your tasty
semen is swallowed and gone, and you are still impressively erect. You
look so innocent and sort of virginally surprised. And how will you ever
learn to walk in those six-and-a-half-inch strappy heels?" Kelly asked
joyfully.
Tabbi stood there with a shocked expression on her face. She remembered
the size of what Kelly showed her before strapping on the absolute
sexiest heels she had ever seen on her feet. Kelly had kneeled in front
of her creation. She explored her sissy's stocking-covered legs and
thighs. She ran her fingernail up Tabbi's instep, which her new shoes
held at a higher angle, helping shape Tabbi's lovely feet. Her sissy
never got enough of her legs being stimulated. It was her Achilles heel.
The higher heels and shorter hem would remind Tabbi of her best asset.
Tabbi felt the hydraulic pressure in her panties. Her legs stiffening let
Kelly know she was ready. Kelly had become deft at retrieving Tabbi's
penis from its bent-back hiding place.
"Oh, God," Tabi could not help but let escape her painted lips.
Her penis and balls were again trapped in the hole created by removing
the front panel of her pantyhose. As Tabbi stood on her shaky feet, her
head tilted back, and she felt the wonderful feeling of her glorious hair
stroking her moisturized flesh. Kelly was an expert now at giving head.
Tabbi's long fingernails found their way into Kelly's soft mane. She knew
what was coming, and the warmth of Kelly's breath and savage tongue was
soon upon the helpless sissy.
The distraction was complete. Tabbi only noticed something when the
pressure on her trapped penis changed. It became more constricted as her
hosiery was rolled down off her smooth rump. Kelly was sucking and
slurping in time with her concerted efforts to push big George into her
sissies rear. By the time Tabbi's mind registered what was happening, big
George was almost home. Tabbi's prostrate was being massaged, and his
sissy clitty was being milked.
What was it that Kelly had told him about being fixed? When dressing as a
sissy no longer turns Tabbi on is when she will be fixed. That is when
their relationship would be normalized. His wife's unusually handsome
looks and all these stimulating foreign clothes and now this big George
thing rubbing places that had never been massaged before, how could he
gain control of his penis? Tabbi wondered and then shot his pent-up load.
She was defeated by his weak will. Tabbi was indeed not "fixed" yet. The
only way to attain his goal was to convince Kelly he was a true sissy and
not get turned on. The undertaking would have been much more
straightforward if Kelly had been her usual frosty self. As a couple,
Tabbi could not remember so many soft and caring sexual encounters. It
seemed the more of a passable woman she became, the more benevolent Kelly
behaved.
At face value, she was cruel and demanding. Demanding this and that while
criticizing missed stray hairs that the laser treatments missed, Kelly
did it all with a happy countenance. Her sternness was softened by a new
caring undercurrent.
He knew she believed him about being a sissy. He knew she had detested
the couple at the restaurant all those months ago. He wondered how long
he would need to pretend to be a sissy before he could get on with his
life.
And then he took a step. Big George moved, and it was enough to make him
lose his balance. Kelly clapped with glee.
"Walk carefully, my pretty sissy," Kelly advised.
She took Tabbi's hands and guided her forward in the unfamiliar heels and
a colossal invader stimulating her like never before. She mocked Tabbi's
eyebrows as one was lower and the other held high. She pouted, as did her
sissy, while George did his work. Kelly was enjoying this. She loved the
way Tabbi bit her lower lip in consternation.
"Wait until you sit down, Tabbi dear'" Kelly foretold George being with
her for a long while.
"Oh, God, this is not possible," Tabbi stated as she started to
hyperventilate.
"It's hard; I'll give you that," Kelly started to soothe her victim. But
then she realized something.
"It is hard, and I did give it to you," Kelly enjoyed the unintended
double pun.
"Seriously though, you will get used to it. It will not take as long as
you think. And I can see that you are enjoying it," Kelly rationalized.
Tabbi went to remove the butt plug. She was not being cooperative. She
wanted the skyscraper heels off, also.
"I thought as much, Tabbi. I didn't want to resort to this, but it has
become necessary," Kelly stated as she produced a chrome chastity device.
Kelly's face demonstrated she was disappointed to go to new lengths
helping her sissy overcome her desires.
"It's ok. Your stiff penis will go through the hole, and this part will
keep George where he belongs," Kelly informed her sissy. It was clinical
in her statement.
It was not long before Tabbi was locked away in this contraption. The
etching was beautiful. A nub aligned in the back pushed George further
home. It was shocking when two tiny padlocks locked Tabbi's beautiful
shoes.
The walls were closing in. Femininity was becoming obscenely
encompassing. Looking, acting, walking, and talking like a woman had all
given way to being sexily hobbled with extreme heels. And constant
arousal from silks and satins, powders and creams, pantyhose, and lacy
underthings all conspired to pay homage to George, now locked in Tabbi's
sissy pussy. Her innocent eyes looked so huge. Kelly hoped they would
stay that way.
"Come, Tabbi, let's shuffle over to the mirror," Kelly announced while
taking Tabbi's hands and encouraging her forward.
"Your nails are so pretty, girlfriend," Kelly started small banter as she
smiled.
"Hummmpph, ahhh, hmmmn," Tabbi had escaping her lips as she was pulled to
the mirror.
George was settling in, becoming comfortable as things moved slightly.
Tabbi's sphincter finally found a comfortable embrace around the base of
George. The massage never stopped with her walking forward, but Geoerge
now only massaged and made her feel full.
Tabbi started concentrating and saying something under her breath. It was
becoming impossible not to be turned on. Kelly was holding both of her
hands as she balanced on the sexy heels, walking backward. George was
doing things to her that made her nipples constrict. Once they were in
front of the mirror, Kelly stepped aside.
Tabbi took in her best feature in her new heels and started her mantra
anew.
"Please go down. Please go down," Tabbi was trying to will her penis to
soften.
Kelly tried to make out what Tabbi was repeating as they walked but could
not as it was intermixed with "Ahh, hmnnghph, oh God, fuck, ohh," and
many other sounds as George moved in and out slightly as his flange
rubbed on Tabbi's rosebud.
"Oh, you are a randy sissy, aren't you?" Kelly asked, but it was a
statement.
Tabbi's head bent forward, and masses of long blond hair fell in front of
her face and tangled with her earrings. Some gaining contact with her
mascara. She still had not gotten used to the glorious crown of long hair
that adorned her now. The long fingernails started to disengage her locks
from her earrings as she took in the exquisite heels and how her legs
looked even better now that her feet were elevated an additional inch and
a half.
Suddenly, Kelly lapped at her disturbingly rigid pole. Her sexy legs were
being rubbed as she had grown to love. The higher heels look so sexy as
she becomes lost between George and Kelly stimulating her. Her manicured
hands tried to disengage her hair, but in the end, she placed both hands
on Kelly's shoulders for support. There was no hope for now. Succumbing
to Kelly's stimulation was the only avenue open to Tabbi.
"Mmmm, so tasty. My sissy has the tastiest sperm. You are going to like
this feature of your keeper," Kelly told the out-of-it sissy.
A hinged door was swung open at Tabbi's crotch. As Kelly pushed Tabbi's
testicles up into her body, she became worried that Tabbi's penis would
not stay soft. It was twitching with desire. She wondered if they could
improve the design, as pushing Tabbi's junk inside her wasn't easy.
Nevertheless, once Tabbi's penis was tucked back and trapped, Kelly
closed the door and placed the decorative lock in place. Patting her
chastity, she loved that her name was etched on her sissy's keeper,
"Tabbi Kat."
Getting up, Kelly helped the overstimulated sissy to straighten out her
hair. Her short skirt had been pulled down and covered her shiny
chastity. Kelly held Tabbi tight and brought her into a romantic kiss.
She rocked her sissy back and forth with her pelvis gently, causing
George to move back and forth. Her invading tongue brought the remnants
of jism onto Tabbi's tastebuds for the first time.
"There is so much to learn, isn't there, sissy?" Kelly asked her husband
in the sweetest way possible. Toby was not here right now. Tabbi needed
to exist to save their marriage. It was the only way to fix his desire to
be feminine. Immersion therapy would win out. Divorce was something to be
avoided if at all possible.
Kelly took in Tabbi's makeup; she was talented at the application. The
haircut and extensions made Tabbi look good with however she styled her
hair. Three earrings in each ear were attractive. With Tabbi's sexual
release, she seemed capable of carrying on.
"Go clean the kitchen, Tabbi," Kelly demanded.
She sat there watching as Tabbi balanced on super-high heels and George
took up space. She enjoyed his innocent look and knew what was under his
skirt. She enjoyed the feminine scent when she came up from behind and
loved how sexy his legs were. Kelly could not help but wrap her arms
around and press her advantage as she whispered into Tabbi?s ears.
Tabbi was in trouble. When Kelly took his nipple in between her thumb and
forefinger and gently squeezed and rotated his nipple as she rocked her
pelvis against Tabbi?s keeper and, therefore, George, she whispered into
her ear.
"You have a long way to go before I can fix you," Kelly informed the
pent-up Tabbi. The pressure building between her legs was unconscionable.
Tabbi had no idea how to extract herself from the sexual bliss she now
found herself. Everything that she had experienced was stimulating. Some
things, more than others. But, the clothes and makeup, the pantyhose and
heels, smooth skin, and receptive encounters from Kelly made an adverse
reaction next to impossible.
Tabbi wondered if his penis was in danger from being stimulated so often.
The constant rigid arousal was becoming concerning. Moving in anyway but
feminine had become impossible. Tabbi had become a sexy siren.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You can?t do that to me ever again," Tabbi told Chuck.
"Not until you are divorced," Chuck answered back.
Tabbi was taken aback. She had not considered divorcing Kelly and staying
Tabbi. Chuck had been her rock in all this. Now, he let her know she was
welcome to be his.
Tabbi was deep in thought when Chuck said, "You are a solution to my
quandary."
"I?m not gay, Chuck," Tabbi protested.
"No, you are not gay; you are a sissy," Chuck responded.
A shocked Tabbi stood silent as Chuck had his say.
"A pantyhose-wearing, high-heeled aficionado, short-skirted sexy bitch,
flat chested sexy cunt with a giant dildo locked up your ass, is what you
are. Your wife locked you into the sexiest high heels I have ever seen. I
have never seen a man wear makeup as you do. Honey, you are a bitch,"
Chuck emphasized.
"I don?t want to talk about it," Tabbi answered.
The hair removal session was in two and a half hours. Being slightly lit
was an excellent way to deal with the stinging Tabbi?s skin would soon
receive.
"Ok, but being a little amorous is still a good cover," Chuck countered.
Tabbi could not disagree.
A little dancing. Chuck was a little handsy, but Tabbi did not seem to
mind as the strong drinks flowed. Fixing makeup and spraying fresh
perfume was a natural part of being a sissy. Tabbi did not seem to notice
when Chuck unzipped his pants. Five drinks in, and she was ready for her
treatment. George was a constant companion.
It was surreal as Tabbi leaned forward and took soft silky skin into her
mouth. Chuck was beside himself. Tabbi was taught very well. She licked
and slurped. Her keeper accomplished her smooth front. The pantyhose she
enjoyed wearing slid slightly with her effort. The high heels were locked
on her feet. Chuck?s invader was being tamed. She shook her ass as she
slurped on Chuck?s member, causing George to do his thing. When Chuck
erupted into Tabbi Kat?s mouth, he fell in love.
Tabbi was in trouble. She was a cum dump and a sissy instigator. Her
attempts to nullify her marriage were coming up short. Kelly seemed happy
with her converted husband. Chuck had just filled her belly with warm
jism. In either case, she was a sissy.
A drunk Tabbi entered the inter sanctum of womanly aspirations?the taste
of his best friend on his tongue. Tabbi was going to remove his body hair
permanently. It was true. His sixth treatment did not allow for much
doubt. Tabbi was well on the way to permanent hair removal. What was she
doing with Chuck? God, her, everything felt so good. Tabbi was becoming
the epitome of femininity. She may not need further treatments. Although,
Kelly was very demanding.
Chuck showed the responsive Tabbi a good time. Her skin was red and
irritated, but she was a good-looking woman. Neither thought that her
body hairs or facial follicles would be a further problem. Chuck enjoyed
kissing her lips while stimulating her legs and then her invader. Tabbi
enjoyed a second helping of Chuck?s manhood. When he ejaculated down her
throat a second time, Tabbi felt lost.
Tabbi?s altruistic view of right and wrong had been skewed. She was an
object of desire. Part of her liked being the way she was. She had put
her foot down. She was not going to cheat on Kelly. But with strong
drinks to avoid the pain from the hair removal treatments and George
stroking her with each step, she was susceptible. Dancing had led to
rubbing. Rubbing had led to kissing on the dance floor. And George caused
stimulation that needed release. The alcohol-laden sissy was ripe for
suggestion.
Chuck?s desire for contact was rewarded several times. Tabbi had a good
teacher in the art of falsetto. Lick, swallow, slurp, make lovely noises,
look into his eyes, and let it flow down your throat when he pops his
cork. Ingest all of it and tell him it is delicious. Carefully use your
manicured fingers and place him comfortably away. While you zip up his
trousers, stay in the submissive position. Pat his tool respectively and
rise as suggestively and gracefully as you can. Put a little shake in
your bum as you rise to hint at more to come.
A seriously drunk Tabbi was wondering where she had learned these strange
thoughts she was instructing herself to follow. It was as Kelly had
performed on her, but she could not remember instructions being given.
Kelly could not have given her instructions as she did such things; her
mouth was filled. The conundrum for her addled mind was that she was not
going to break her wedding vows. She had made that understood to Chuck.
All of this was to attain a divorce. She wanted to leave her mean,
unappreciative wife, not cheat on her.
Settle your affairs and move on in good conscience was Toby?s path. He
was a good person. Adultery was not on his list. And certainly, there was
not a gay bone in his body. But now, although drunk, he has expertly
given his good friend several blow jobs. When Chuck shot his load, each
time, Tabbi?s nipples constricted, and her sissy pussy swelled with
desire/pride. When this happened, she felt like a woman, which turned her
on.
Why on Earth was he having sexual relationships with someone outside his
marriage? And that someone was not a woman. Why did he swell with pride
as he swallowed the jism of his good friend? Why did his nipples
constrict and his penis strain against his entrapment when he
accomplished this most feminine act? The pantyhose on his inner thighs
always seemed highly stimulating as he stood as instructed.
Tabbi was drunk with alcohol and sexual stimulation. Her skin was
becoming extraordinarily smooth. She loved how she looked. That nasty
laser was having its effect.
"Take me home, Jezzes," a red Tabbi commanded of her companion and
partner in crime. She sat in the front seat of Chuck?s car. Tabbi was
barefoot as her heels and pantyhose needed to be removed. Legs crossed,
her feet were so cute, and now recovering from the strict conformity her
locked-in feet were subjected to. She enjoyed the paint on her toes. The
ultra-smooth skin was delightful. She knew what was on Chuck?s mind but
didn?t care.
Except for the lack of mounds on her chest, Tabbi was all woman. She
understood that she would always be turned on by her clothes and sexy
looks. Kelly was a knockout, and she knew her way around Tabbi?s anatomy.
Being a sissy and not turned on was an impossibility. Her only hope was
for Kelly to realize she was incurable. How could she convince Kelly that
she could not be fixed? And therefore, Kelly would need to divorce her.
Guilty feelings for being amorous with Chuck and a defeated persona,
Tabbi wanted a serious conversation with Kelly.
"I know that you tried your best, Kelly," Tabbi started.
Kelly became intrigued.
"I?m a big giant sissy. I can?t help it. It is what I am," Tabbi told
Kelly.
"You don?t say," Kelly offered.
"Yes, this is not working. Every advancement you have brought forward
turns me on all the more," Tabbi admitted.
"I?ve noticed that," Kelly admitted.
"I think it would be best if we go our separate ways," Tabbi threw out
there.
"Not without a hail, Mary," Kelly offered.
"What did you have in mind?" Tabbi asked.
"A sculpted sexy rack on that smooth chest of yours," Kelly offered up.
"A boob job?" Tabbi asked in a panic.
"They are easily removable. What is the big deal?" Kelly reasoned.
"Besides the scar tissue, I would be a woman except for my glorious
penis!" An upset Tabbi exclaimed.
"Yes, that is the point. If you have a sexy rack, hooters, big mammaries,
and you still get excited, then you likely can not be fixed," Kelly
claimed.
"If I agree, when would..."
"Tomorrow, I've made the arrangements," Kelly admitted.
"I want to talk to Chuck," Tabbi panicked.
A smiling Kelly enjoyed how Tabbi was thrown off.
"Ok, but we need to get you into proper hosiery and heels before you see
your boyfriend," Kelly told her panicky sissy.
CHAPTER 5
"Chuck, Kelly wants me to get a boob job," Tabbi told her friend, who was
not expecting her.
Chuck?s penis responded most favorably to Tabbi?s comment.
"So, you have reached the culmination of your efforts," Chuck stated
matter of factly.
"?"
"You get a reversible boob job, and Kelly divorces you," Chuck told his
love interest.
Tabbi stood there trying to find fault in his words. She believed Chuck
was probably correct. All her efforts to leave an unhappy marriage were
coming to an end. She almost felt sad that her time as a woman should be
at an end.
"Will you drive me home, Chuck?"
So like a lamb to slaughter, Tabbi offered herself up.
"Oh good," Kelly stated.
She texted someone and was so supportive of her sissy. The way she looked
at Tabbi was slightly uncomfortable.
"Tomorrow will be a new day, Tabbi," Kelly announced.
"Thank you for bringing Tabbi home. Chuck, was it?" Kelly asked.
Tabbi was extremely shaken by what she was about to undertake. Kelly
loved her nervous energy. The support and understanding from Kelly were
foreign to Tabbi. The doctor talked about proportions and esthetics.
Tabbi was not a large person.
Large "C" implants were decided on. It was a relief that her tits would
not be overly large. Strapped to a gurney, Tabbi was having lines drawn
on her chest. It all seemed normal until permanent marker was drawn on
her face.
"Oh, you are a smart sissy," Kelly told her husband.
The shot was entering her drip system. It would not be long before Tabbi
was unconscious. Her hair-free body was about to receive more than a sexy
boob job.
"The bonus I got was substantial. We will be able to do much more than
your simple boob job," Kelly enthused.
"No," Tabbi almost got out before darkness claimed her.
Strapped to the gurney, Tabbi was treated to full fascial feminization,
liposuction, a Brazilian butt lift, and the cutest C++ gumi bear implants
ever invented.
When he came too, Kelly was waiting for her ultra-sexy sissy.
"Lets not talk now. We need to evaluate how your mind will cope with your
new complete feminine look," Kelly informed the bandaged girl. Tabbi was
almost a complete woman now. She could not go in public as a man. The
weight loss and no body hair coupled with her new slim waist and large
ta-tas, were spectacular.
Kelly was impressed with Tabbi?s sexuality. Her tits were envious. It
would be a while before she became what the surgeons had created. The
swelling and bruises need time to dissipate. Tabbi was a righteous
emulation of a sexy siren that should be a woman. Everything had changed
with her embellishments. Tabbi was a sissie?s, sissy.
Three weeks later, Kelly was dressing her sissy. The tits were
phenomenal. Tabbi was sex on wheels. Her waifish waist and best feature
before her embellishments were now in competition with her sculpted tits.
Moving on, her extremely high heels produced a wanton sexual desire in
anyone that was watching her.
"We are going out tonight," Kelly informed her sissy.
Tabbi did not know what was happening. Her man meat was extremely aroused
as she studied her new form in the room?s full-length mirror. She needed
her makeup.
Kelly brought her to the same hotel Toby had tried to recapture their
relationship with.
There was not a movie or theater trip. But Tabbi was surprised when they
pulled up in front of the Devine restaurant.
Kelly had brought her to the very same restaurant where she had witnessed
a couple that Kelly abhorred. Tabbi was confused. Her confusion rose as
their table was set for four people. It was not long before the hated
couple joined them.
It dawned slowly. Tabbi was now a complete sissy. Full round breasts
spoke of true womanhood. Big George was pressing deep in her sissy pussy.
Nothing could give her away at the moment. She was womanhood personified.
"Trudy, how are you, darling," Kelly asked smugly.
"Fine, fine, I see you now have a sissy," Trudy condescendingly admitted
to Kelly.
"Jealous?" Kelly asked.
"Not really, I?ve just "fixed" Penelope here," Trudy challenged.
Penelopy was turning every shade of pink and then red.
"So, no more balls?" Kelly asked.
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