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Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her
secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans
emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was
one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in
Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the
“casting couch” which degraded women.

The young actress, a stunning blonde who couldn’t have
been more than sixteen years old, had looked so hopeful
when she had entered that office only twenty minutes
earlier, so pleased to get a chance to show her talents
to the famous JC Wyatt. But ten minutes later she had
looked terrified when Marilee had taken coffee in to
her boss.

The blonde had been kneeling on the floor, sucking on
JC’s long dick, while JC tweaked her large nipples into
stiff erection. She stopped sucking for a brief moment,
startled that JC would call his secretary in to witness
her degradation. But JC had simply grabbed the back of
the blonde’s head and slowly fucked his cock deep into
her mouth, causing her to gasp for breath.

Now, just a moment ago, Marilee had peeked through the
door crack, admittedly excited herself by the lustful
moans that filled the office. The blonde was kneeling
on the couch, her butt high in the air, as JC’s cock
fucked hard into her sopping pussy, and the sixteen
year old had been enjoying it!

But then JC had withdrawn his cock and suddenly lanced
it deep into the blonde’s ass! The youngster cried in
pain, begging JC to take his thick rod out of her ass,
but he had merely grabbed hold of her rounded tits and
set a furious pace of fucking her virgin asshole.

Marilee had closed the door and returned to her desk,
angered at her boss’ callous treatment of women.
Marilee’s roommate, Wanda had been right. No matter how
much Marilee protested to JC, he would never change. He
needed to be taught a drastic lesson.

Marilee telephoned Wanda at the private medical clinic
where she worked and told Wanda to finalize the
arrangements, and to have an ambulance arrive as soon
as possible.

As Marilee finished her call, the blonde left JC’s
office, trying to straighten her clothes as she walked
awkwardly, her ass sore from its beating. Tears
streamed down her pretty face, ruining her mascara.

Marilee reached into her purse and withdrew a
hypodermic needle which she hid behind her back as she
entered JC’s office. She put on her dumbest secretary
expression as she acted surprised to see JC resting on
the couch, his pants still down and his limp cock still
oozing cum onto his belly.

“May I?” she asked coyly as she knelt in front of him
and lifted his shriveled rod to her lips. Slowly she
licked his cock to life, twirling her tongue around the
glans and swallowing the pooled jism. She lowered her
mouth down the length of his shaft, savoring the
mingled flavors of the JC’s meat and the blonde’s pussy
juices and the flecks of scuzz from the youngster’s
ass.

Marilee hated what she was doing because she hated the
man she was doing it to, or at least she thought she
hated him. She also loved him. He had fucked her many
times and she had loved it every time. But he always
lied to her.

At the same time that she hated him, she relished the
sensation of JC’s dick hardening in her mouth. But it
was a task she had to perform; Wanda had told her to be
sure that JC’s dick was good and hard before…

It was hard, it was rampant as Marilee brought her
hidden hand from behind her back and plunged the length
of the needle deep into JC’s cock and pressed the
plunger to inject the drug.

JC fainted.

Chapter 2 – (S)he awakens
————————-

For a long, long, LONG time JC floated below the level
of consciousness, at times in pain and at times too far
gone to recognize the concept of pain.

And then one day, JC awoke fully for the first time in
nine months. He lay quietly, his eyes closed, gathering
his thoughts, trying to recall his last conscious
memory, knowing that a great deal of time had passed,
but not why, or how, or…

He felt weak. He tried to sit up, but felt off balance,
his muscles refusing to respond as they should. He fell
back to the bed.

Where was he? A hospital room he decided.

He raised a hand to his face and stroked his chin.
Somebody had shaved him – and very well – no trace of
stubble. Then he saw his hand and arm – what the
fuck?!? All trace of his working out with weights was
gone – no muscles. Now his arms and hands were thin and
frail – and where was his thick matte of arm hair? His
fingernails were long, pointed – shit! Who’d been
giving him a goddamn manicure – he wasn’t a sissy!

He dropped his arm across his chest – to an even bigger
surprise – extra flesh! His hands explored – Christ,
what was going on here. He… he had fucking breasts!
Two mammoth mounds of tit flesh were stuck to his
chest. His hands quickly stole down to his groin – his
cock and balls were still there!

He pushed himself to a sitting position, and almost
overbalanced, the large tit-mounds swaying from his
chest almost overbalancing him. He stood in his
hospital gown and walked over to the full length mirror
on the washroom door.

He didn’t recognize the woman he saw there. She was
young, and shapely – you could see that even through
the gown, but her face and long black hair were a mess.
In his groggy condition it took a few moments for JC to
realize that he was indeed staring at himself in the
mirror. This… this wasn’t real! It couldn’t be
happening.

He rushed back to the bed, stumbling because his
muscles were weak and pushed the call button.

A nurse rushed in. He recognized her – it was his
secretary’s roommate, Wanda. Hadn’t he dated her once?
– Yeah, now he remembered – she was the one that he and
Charlie had banged at the same time!

JC started screaming at her, but Wanda didn’t take any
nonsense. “Back into the bed, honey,” she said to JC.
She pushed JC who was too weak to resist. JC remembered
little else as Wanda plunged home another needle,
sending JC once again to la-la land.

“Don’t worry, bastard! We’re taking good care of you.”
was the last thing that JC heard.

Chapter 3 – Explanations
————————

“Is she coming around yet?”

“I think so. Here, hold this for me. I just have to
apply a last little bit of blush…”

JC awoke slowly to the sensation of a cool pad stroking
across his upper cheek. His eyes fluttered open as he
realized that he was sitting upright, strapped into a
chair. He looked around. Marilee, his bitchy secretary,
stood to one side. Her roommate, Wanda was standing on
the other side, just placing some makeup back on the
counter in front of JC. Standing just barely in view to
one side was another woman whom JC didn’t know – big
and burly, dressed as a hospital guard.

JC struggled against his bonds, especially when he
looked at himself in the mirror. He remembered his
brief previous awakening and roared with rage. Staring
back at him – he couldn’t FUCKING believe it was he,
himself except that she thrashed about exactly as he
did – was a gorgeous young woman.

She had long lustrous black hair, gathered into a pony
tail at the side of the head instead of the back, so
that it swept around in a curve over the shoulder and
onto her large chest. She had large green eyes, a saucy
nose and large pouting lips, all expertly made up with
lipstick, blush, eye shadow and liner and mascara.
Large hoop earrings dangled from her ears.

The reflection was dressed in a glittering green tube
top that barely contained the enormous breasts that
bounced around as JC struggled. That was all that JC
could see in the mirror. He looked down at himself,
having to lean forward slightly to look past his
(HIS????) large heaving breasts. He wore a very short
black leather skirt which barely covered the tops of
his black stockings. On his (HIS????) feet he wore
black pumps with four inch heels, which left the tips
of some toes exposed – he could see his toenails were
painted a bright red, matching the fingernails on his
small hands.

“What the fuck have you done to me?”

It was Wanda who replied. “We felt you needed to be
taught a lesson, to learn how the other half lives, so
to speak!”

“I don’t understand…”

“You’ve toyed with and used every young girl that
walked through your office door in the year that I
worked for you,” said Marilee. “Now it’s time for you
to get a taste of your own medicine. A… a bunch of us
had you brought here and over the last nine months…”

“Nine months! You knocked me out for nine months?”

“Yes, all your friends think you died of a heart
attack! For nine months you’ve been injected with
hormones and had many plastic surgery operations.” As
she told JC this Marilee untied him.

JC stood up unsteadily, not used to his new
musculature, his new distribution of weight, nor to the
four inch high heels. JC staggered about the room,
looking around wildly.

“You can’t fucking do this – I’ll have you arrested!”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Not a chance!” said Wanda. “We
told you – you’re dead!”

“What… why?”

“Tomorrow you have your final operation to turn you
into a complete woman.”

“You mean you haven’t yet…” JC quickly reached under
the leather skirt. He wore no panties or underwear and
was able to easily confirm that his cock was still
there.

“No, but tomorrow, we hack it off!”

“But, you could still change me back now.”

“Yes, but we have no intention of doing so.”

“Why, why am I dressed like this?”

“We’re not all bad,” said Wanda with a grin. “We
thought we’d take you out for dinner and drinks before
your big day. And considering the size of your breasts,
we could hardly dress you up in a suit now, could we?
So we thought we’d show you how the new you can look,
if you take the time to keep yourself pretty. You
should have all the guys chasing after you. HA!”

“This is all so fucking crazy!” said JC.

“Here, take this” Marilee handed JC a tiny purse with a
long strap. JC hung the strap over his bare shoulder.
“There’s two hundred dollars in there, just in case you
need it.”

Marilee and Wanda left, saying that they were going to
change clothes for their night on the town. JC walked
about the room, trying to get used to the idea of what
the two bitches had done to him, and trying to get used
to his new body. It was damn awkward trying to walk in
four inch heels, especially with this new centre of
gravity caused by his (her? – what the fuck was he/she
now, anyways???) large breasts. And the breasts were a
fucking pain too; every time he shifted position, his
damn nipples rubbed against the material of the tube
top, irritating the hell out of them.

Why the hell hadn’t they at least put a bra and some
more modest clothing on him. Why had they chosen these
clothes for a night on the town? As JC looked in the
large mirror, he realized that he looked like some high
class hooker!

Hell, they had done a good job on him though! If he’d
come across the babe in the mirror a few days ago – no,
make that ten months ago, he’d sure have put a couple
hundred bucks down her panties for a couple hours of
fucking and sucking with her! Hell, he could have made
her a star!

What the fuck was he thinking! He had to get OUT of
here before Wanda and Marilee came back!

JC peeked out the door, but the burly woman guard was
standing there. Then JC had an idea. He went to the
phone and called the switchboard and asked them to
phone him back. When the phone rang, he answered it,
then went to the door and told the guard she was wanted
on the phone.

When the guard went to the phone, JC snuck out the door
and ran like hell, quickly falling. It was the shoes –
he couldn’t run in heels! JC quickly removed the heels
and, carrying them, ran down the hallway. As JC
approached the Ambulance entrance to the hospital, he
(she?) saw Marilee and JC coming towards him. They
shouted and gave chase. JC ran into a side hallway and
followed the signs to the front entrance to the
hospital. JC ran out the door and jumped into the only
waiting cab.

“Where to doll?” said the cabbie.

“Just drive! I’ll… I’ll tell you where to take me as
soon as I make up my mind!”

JC smiled to himself as the cab drove off, leaving
Marilee and Wanda in its dust.

Marilee and Wanda grinned at each other. “It worked,”
said Marilee.

Chapter 4 – Escape to the cabbie from hell
——————————————

“So where to, girlie? You want me to take you to the
Strip, or you working one of the hotels tonight?

“What? What did you say,” asked JC.

“I said, where are you working tonight? You working a
corner on the Strip, or you got a date at one of the
hotels? You are hooking, ain’t ya?”

“I-I don’t know what…”

“Fine, have it your way. Where to?

JC told the cabbie to take him home – or at least where
home was nine months earlier.

“Hey, that’s a pretty ritzy part of town! But it’s also
a thirty buck fare. Your trick must be loaded! You got
that kind of money on you? If so, ya better show it to
me – I ain’t going that far on a freebie!”

JC opened the small purse, only to find that Marilee
had lied! The purse contained only a makeup compact, a
lipstick, a stick of gum, a driver’s license (with her
(his?) picture and the name “Jesse Wyatt”) and five
dollars!

“I… I don’t have the money.”

“Damn, I hate it when you broads do this to me.” The
cab pulled off to the side and screeched to a halt. The
cabbie reached into the glove box and brought out a
switchblade, which he switched open as he got out of
the cab and into the back seat beside JC.

“You bitches have had enough free rides out of me! It’s
time for me to get mine back.” As he waved the knife
menacingly at JC, JC cowered against the other door.

“What… what are you going to do?”

“You’re going to get my rocks off for me, honey!”

“You can’t… I mean I’m not what you think…” And
then JC shut up, realizing what kind of fit the cabbie
might go into if he found out about JC’s cock and
balls!

The cabbie pressed the tip of the blade against JC’s
throat as his other hand pulled down the top of JC’s
tube top, causing JC’s large breasts to pop out from
under cover. JC shuddered as the cabbie’s dirty hands
slowly mauled his tits and tweaked his nipples.

“God, you’ve got fabulous melons, babe!” The cabbie
lowered his head and wrapped his lips around JC’s left
nipple. A surge of pleasure ripped through JC and he
moaned. “Yah, you like that, don’t you bitch!” JC
pushed against the cabbie, trying to stop him from
fondling her (him?), but his new weak body failed him
(her?). This time the cabbie pressed the knife against
the edge of one of JC’s hardened nipples with enough
pressure to draw a drop of blood. “You just sit back
and enjoy yourself, or I’ll slice one of these off!”

JC calmed down. Fine, just let the cabbie suck on his
tits, and be done with it. Then maybe… oh, that felt
so good. JC’s nipples had always been sensitive, but
never like this.

Finally the cabbie sat back. JC’s distended nipples
glistened with the cabbie’s saliva.

JC panicked again as the cabbie undid his pants and
slid them down to his ankles, then reached inside his
shorts to bring out his semi-hard dick.

“Now you’re going to suck me, bitch!” JC cowered back,
as far away as he could, but the cabbie reached over,
grasped the back of JC’s head with one hand and pulled
mightily, slamming JC’s head into his lap. The cabbie’s
cock rested against JC’s cheek.

The cabbie held his dick in one hand and grasped JC’s
hair in the other. He rubbed his dick across JC’s face
and pushed it against JC’s mouth. “Open wide, you cunt.
You’re going to enjoy this, if I have to cut off BOTH
of your fucking breasts!”

“Oh god oh god oh god oh god” thought JC. The knife. JC
whimpered, but opening his mouth only that tiny bit was
enough. The cabbie’s cock was now rock hard and he
jammed it between JC’s lips, the glans slipping between
the teeth and against JC’s tongue.

“Suck it bitch! Suck me good and maybe I’ll even give
you a fucking tip!” The cabbie grabbed hold of JC’s
head and lifted and lowered it. JC had no control as
the cock fucked in and out of his mouth, never far
enough out that he could spit it out.

“Use your tongue on it. I said USE YOUR TONGUE, you
cunt!” The cabbie pulled JC’s hair! JC almost blacked
out from the pain. The cabbie slapped his face!
Whimpering again, JC washed his tongue around the
cabbie’s dick as it slid in an out of his mouth. “Suck
on it” he ordered him, and JC sucked on his dick,
closing his lips around the hard shaft, twirling his
tongue along its length, feeling its warmth, tasting
its meaty flavor.

Suddenly JC got into this cock sucking thing. If he was
going to do this, he might as well do it right. He
remembered how he had liked his own dick sucked. He
grasped the cabbie’s dick in one hand and slowly pumped
the shaft as he twisted the rod in his hand, grinding
his teeth along the base of the glans.

The cabbie groaned, relaxing his hold on his head. JC
raised and lowered his head on the cabbie’s meaty shaft
as he continued to fist him with one hand and play with
his balls with the other. He could feel the boiling cum
gathering in the cabbie s nuts as the cock grew even
more rigid.

Suddenly, the cabbie pushed JC off of his cock, pushed
him onto his back on the seat and tried to lift JC’s
skirt. JC held the skirt down firmly. “Time for a
little fucking, dearie. Now you ain’t shy are you! Ha!”

JC knew just what the cabbie would do with his knife if
he found JC’s cock and balls. JC had to get out of
here, the sooner the better, but how?

“No, you can’t, it’s… it’s my period. I’m on the
rag!”

“Well, what the fuck, I’m going to fuck something!”

JC thought furiously, how could he get out of this jam
without getting his skirt raised? “Fuck… hmmmm…
fuck my tits!”

“Hey, now you’re cooking, bitch!”

The cabbie straddled JC’s chest and laid his rampant
cock between JC’s humungous tit mounds. “God you’ve got
fucking great tits, whore!” The cabbie squeezed JC’s
tits together, forming a channel of hot flesh between
which he began fucking his hard dick. JC closed his
eyes, ashamed, waiting for the ordeal to end!

But then, the cabbie grasped his hands and forced JC to
mash his own tits together. The cabbie in turn started
fondling JC’s fat nipples, tweaking them, pulling them,
pinching them, teasing them. JC groaned. His tits felt
fabulous. “Oh god, don’t stop!” cried JC his tongue
wetting his lips. “Pinch them, twist them! Oh, yeah,
babe, that feels great!”

As JC panted, the cabbie ran a finger around his hot
painted lips. “You’ve got one dynamite pout there,
darling. It’s a real shame to let those lips go to
waste!”

The cabbie placed a cushion under JC’s head so that it
was tilted upwards. Now each time he fucked his cock
through JC’s tit mounds, his dick head brushed against
his shemale lips. “Kiss it” he told the brunette
shemale, and each time he fucked forward, JC kissed the
tip of his dick, or ran his tongue around his glans.

Finally, the cabbie was near to cumming. He started
losing control, frantically ramming his cock between
JC’s tits. Suddenly he lifted himself, slid forward and
shoved the length of his dick deep into JC’s mouth. JC
gasped for breath, caught it and then sputtered as the
cabbie’s dick exploded in his mouth, thick wads of man
jism shooting out of the eye.

JC choked, then swallowed, and swallowed some more and
swallowed some more. He gasped for breath and was
rewarded as the cabbie drew his cock out of his mouth,
but only so that he could spray the last couple of jets
of jism across his face.

Meanwhile, JC realized that he had unconsciously been
doing two things. First, he had grasped hold of his own
nipples and had been strumming them with his long
fingernails, teasing himself, increasing his own sexual
excitement. Second, and this was truly frightening, all
this hot sex action had gotten his own cock ramrod hard
and he had been thrusting his own hips about, rubbing
his own dick head against the inside of his leather
skirt, trying to reach his own climax.

Fuck, what if the cabbie noticed. He had to keep him
distracted while his own cock wilted!

“Ummmmm, that was nice,” JC lied (or was it?). He
grasped the cabbie’s cock in his hand and squeezed it,
milking the last few drops of jism out of the eye so
that they dropped onto his tongue and he quickly sucked
them in.

“Christ, that was hot babe!” said the cabbie as his
fingers gathered his cum off of JC’s face. He slipped
the fingers into JC’s mouth, telling him to lick them
clean. He did.

The cabbie reached into his pants and took out a twenty
dollar bill and used it to wipe up some drops of cum
off of JC’s heaving breasts. “Here, here’s your tip.”
He then stuffed the bill into the front of JC’s skirt
and climbed back into the front of the cab.

JC straightened herself (himself, he remembered with a
start! he was a fucking guy!) out, straightening out
her (HIS!) top and tucking her/his large breasts back
in. He looked to see where they were going. “Hey, this
isn’t the way to my place!”

“Damn right it ain’t. You still ain’t got the thirty
bucks for the fare. I’m going to drop you off on the
Strip. Once you’ve earned enough dough, give me a
shout, and MAYBE I’ll take you home! But then, maybe
I’ll want a taste of your juicy puss – rag or no rag!”

“Bastard! I went through all that for nothing!” JC
reached forward and raked the cabbie’s face with his
nails, taking away skin and blood!

“You fucking bitch! Well, I know what to do with you!”

Two blocks later, the cabbie pulled up in an alley
beside a police car!

JC panicked, and tried to run, but was quickly caught
by one of the officers, a woman, from the car.

The cabbie made up some story, showing the cops his
face and the twenty bucks that was still stuck in JC’s
skirt. He tossed JC’s pumps out of the car and then
drove away, leaving JC to face the cops.

Chapter 5 – Female perverted bitch cop from hell
————————————————

“You’re going to take that fucking cabbie’s word over
mine?” shouted JC! “Do you know who I am? I could have
you thrown off the fucking force!”

“Shut your mouth, girlie!” said the brutish male cop as
he pushed JC back against the wall of a building. The
alley was poorly lit, many areas in deep shadow, others
brightly lit by lights over back doorways. Garbage
littered the pavement, including broken cardboard
boxes.

The cop grinned as he ogled JC’s panting body. He
hadn’t recovered his breath from the run and his chest
was still heaving as he tried to regain his breath! JC
reached up and brushed his long black hair away from
his face.

“So you’re gonna tell us you’re some big star and we’re
gonna recognize ya and let ya go, are we?” laughed the
female cop, her white smile gleaming between her thick
bright red lips. Leaning against the wall beside JC she
nudged JC in the ribs with her night stick.

“So who are ya? Cher? Nah, wait a minute – with those
hooters ya gotta be Dolly Parton! So tell me Dolly,
what ya doing sucking off cabbies on the Strip?
Shouldn’t ya be makin’ a movie or somethin’?”

“This isn’t me! I mean I don’t really look like this!
My name is JC Wyatt and I’m a Hollywood talent
agent…”

“You ain’t no JC Wyatt, bitch! I did crowd control at
the Oscar’s last year! JC Wyatt’s a guy, not a dame!”

“But that’s what I’m telling you – I AM a man! My
secretary and her roommate kidnapped me and put me in
the hospital and somehow turned me into… THIS! You’ve
gotta fucking believe me! This is a fucking nightma…”

The male cop grabbed JC and spun him around, pushing
him against the wall so that he “assumed the position”
– hands spread high against the wall, legs spread wide
on the dirty pavement.

“Watch your mouth, girlie! That’s got to be the biggest
bullshit story I’ve heard yet! Now spread’em while I
search you for weapons – not that you could hide much
in that outfit!”

The cop patted JC around the waist and then moved his
hands up to JC’s large breasts. His hands groped his
boobs, lifting them and pulling them apart; his fingers
ground through the material where his tightening
nipples pushed against the material. JC couldn’t
control himself as she pushed his tits forward against
his rough hands and moaned softly.

“Yeah, all you whores like that, don’t you!”

JC came back to reality. “Paws off, pig!” he stammered.
In response, the cop twisted his tits savagely and then
released them.

“Owwww!” cried JC.

The cop moved downwards, patting down his thighs and
calves, then back up the back of his sheer-stockinged
legs to his tight leather skirt. He patted him on the
ass and then reached around front where he was startled
to feel a bulge in JC’s groin area. He squeezed to
discover the shape of the hidden object and then jumped
back when it turned out to be soft and resilient!

“Shit, damn, fuck!” cried the cop. “Monica, I think
this bitch may be telling the truth. I think she’s got
a goddamned cock under there!”

Monica, the female cop, knelt behind JC and ran her
black hands between JC’s legs and grasped hold of JC’s
cock. “Jesus Christ, so she does!” Monica slowly fisted
JC’s cock which quickly rose to erection. “And a
fucking big one too!”

“I told you,” said JC. “I’m JC Wyatt and you two are in
deep shit!”

“Hold on a second, Frank! Take a look at this” Monica
had noticed a tiny gold ankle bracelet which JC wore
under his stockings, and which JC himself had not
noticed before. “Shine your flashlight down here for a
second – there’s some engraving on part of this.”

“JC Wyatt, my ass!” exclaimed Monica. “Frankie, she’s
one of Long Johnny’s girls! Look at this, the bracelet
says `If found, return this whore to Long Johnny for
$100 reward’. Jeez, that Johnny – he’s such a kidder!”

Monica grasped JC’s arm and spun him around. JC’s back
rested against the wall as he panted, still somewhat
overcome by Frank’s mauling of his hyper-sensitive
breasts. His tube top was in disarray so that one rigid
nipple poked out.

“So what are we gonna do with you, bitch?” sneered
Monica, poking JC’s exposed nipple with her long black
night stick. “What say we take you down to the station
house and throw you in a holding cell with the other
riff-raff we pick up tonight. Once they get a look at
you, sweet cheeks, there won’t be much left of your ass
by morning!”

“Just stuff her in the car, Monica,” said her partner.

“Shut it Frank!” Monica spit back at him.

“So whataya think, honey?” she said to JC.

New and unfamiliar hormones surged through JC and tears
began to seep down his cheeks. “No, please, just take
me home. I don’t want any trouble.”

The black female cop reached out one hand and lightly
tweaked JC’s nipple. JC shuddered. “Don’t worry, babe.
I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Her hand moved up to JC’s
chin and held it firm as she looked in JC’s eyes. “You
just do what I tell you, understand?”

JC nodded.

“Whatcha got in mind, partner,” said Frank.

“Drag that flattened carton over here, Frank. I think
the girlie’s going to put on a show for us.”

At Monica’s directions, JC hesitantly removed the
leather skirt and pushed the tube top down around his
waist. He also put his four inch pumps back on before
kneeling on the filthy cardboard.

“Now ain’t she a delicious sight, huh Frank?” JC knelt
placidly on the cardboard, wearing only in his pumps,
his black sheer stockings and the garter belt which
held them in place. His (HIS?) heavy tits sat high on
his chest, his semi- erect cock waved in front of him.
His long black ponytail lay across his shoulder.

“Play with your tits, slut! I want you to turn me on
like you turn on all your johns!”

“But….”

Monica rapped JC hard in the ribs with her nightstick.
“I said play with your fucking tits!”

Fear flashed through JC’s eyes as he brought his
fingers up to his nipples, and slowly twirled his
fingers around them. He lifted his huge breasts,
squeezed them, massaged them. He thought about all the
times women had played with their tits before he had
fucked them. His nipples were electric, like two long
plugs filled with electricity. Squeezing them, they
grew longer, and even more sensitive. JC moaned
lustily.

His tongue played across his lips, wetting both the
lips and his fingers, seductively. His saliva slickened
his nipples as pinched himself harder. He lifted his
large boobs, as if offering them to Monica, who stood
watching, her own hands rubbing her pussy through her
police slacks.

And as JC mauled his own tits, the new female hormones
coursing through his body took over and he began to
stop thinking of himself as a HE, and instead as a SHE,
even though HER cock grew rigid, firmly erect. It
ached, cum boiling in her balls, her rod waving about
with a mind of its own, yearning for release.

JC closed her eyes as the heavenly sensations coursed
through her body. She opened them to find that while
Frank was still watching in stunned disbelief, Monica
had discarded her outer clothing. Her own large black
breasts swung freely, and her own sopping black pussy,
heavily covered in wiry black hair was exposed to the
attention of her own fingers.

Chapter 6 – The action gets hot and heavy
—————————————–

As Monica strummed her own clitty, she raised her
nightstick to JC’s lips and pushed it forward into the
shemale’s mouth. “Suck it,” commanded Monica, “suck my
truncheon. Suck my hard police cock, you bitch.”

Still pulling at her tits, JC let the thick nightstick
slide in and out of her mouth, remembering all the
times she (he?) had had her own dick sucked and
shivering at the perverse sensation of the hard black
stick fucking her mouth. JC lost herself in pleasure as
she flicked her tongue around the head of the solid
truncheon.

As Monica slid the thick rod back and forth in the
shemale whore’s mouth, she squeezed her own tight
nipples with the other. “Ohhh, god! This is fantastic
Frank! Get those damn clothes off. We’re goin’ to get
ourselves a good taste of this shit gal’s ass!”

Slowly, mesmerized by the hot scene in front of him,
Frank slowly disrobed, unsure as to how he was going to
take part in the coming action.

Monica fell to her knees in front of JC and crushed her
mouth to the brightly painted lips of the hot she-man.
JC moaned deeply into Monica’s black lips as the
negress’ tongue twirled deep into her panting mouth.
Monica’s left hand savagely twisted JC’s left nipple,
but JC’s cry of pain turned to pleasure as Monica’s
other hand fisted the shemale’s raging hard-on.

Wearing nothing but his regulation socks and, for some
reason still, his police hat, Frank stood watching in
stunned awe as Monica fisted this strange he-bitch’s
stiff ramrod while the beautiful shemale arched her
back backwards in a great bow, her large tits flopping
in time to her own fucking of her great dick through
Monica’s pumping fist.

“Oh, yeah, pump it babe! Make me cum! Oh, god yes!!
I’ve gotta cum” JC panted in great gasps, her slender
tongue lolling from her mouth like a bitch dog in heat.
“Oh yeah! Do me. Do me good!” Her fingers tweaked her
fat nipples.

But just before her balls started squirting her cum
through her cock shaft, Monica squeezed her scrotal sac
tightly, clamping off the orgasm. “No, oh god no! Let
me cum! Oh, jeez, I gotta cum!!!”

“Not yet, whore. You gotta take care of us first!” said
Monica. “God you are a hot little number, ain’t ya!”

“So whattaya think Frank? You want to do a little
number with this gal? Huh?” Get that dick over here,
Frankie!”

Frank stood facing the two women who were both still on
their knees, their mouths only inches apart. Monica
reached out and grabbed her partner’s dick and pulled
him closer. She slowly rubbed the tip of Frank’s thick
dick across JC’s lips. JC pulled back, timid, uncertain
and afraid of what was to happen next.

Monica slowly fisted JC’s dick. JC’s hips automatically
pumped forward. Monica opened her mouth and engulfed
the head of Frank’s dick. She sucked on it, using her
thick tongue expertly and in no time it was hard. She
drew her head back and looked up into her partner’s
eyes.

“I bet you’ve been sitting beside me for months just
racking your brains for a way to get my hot mouth
around this cock of yours, haven’t you Frankie?”

“You read me like a book, babe!”

Monica fisted the thick dick a couple more times and
then pointed the tip at JC. “Your turn dearie.”

Both Frank and JC recoiled at the same time.

“I don’t know about this, Monica,” said Frank. “Shut up
Frank. You’re gonna love this, I guarantee it!”

“Well, if you say so….” and with this Frank took a
hold of the back of JC’s head and pressed his dick to
her ruby red lips. JC twisted her head away, a trail of
precum painting her cheek. On Frank’s next thrust,
Monica caressed both of JC’s nipples at the same time.
JC moaned and Frank’s dick head slid smoothly past her
lips into her hot mouth. Fooled again by the same
trick, she thought!

Monica resumed her tantalization of JC’s cock and tits,
driving her to an even keener sexual frenzy as Frank’s
cock slid in and out of JC’s mouth. JC swirled her
tongue around the thick beef stick realizing that she
enjoyed the flavor of the cock shaft mingled with
syrupy precum. JC steadied the dick with one hand as
she pulled the dick all the way out, flicking her
tongue around the edges of the glans and then across
the tip of the angry cock, slurping up the continual
ooze of precum from the wide eye of the cock.

JC was now lost in her cocksucking. Gone were all
thoughts of fending off this attack. In her sexual
heat, she forgot that this was until only hours earlier
an act she would never have contemplated committing.
She had only one goal. To make that cock spurt its hot
jism!

As JC sucked the hot dick, Monica lapped up the sweat
on her partner’s hairy balls. She drew first one and
then the other into her mouth, sucking them, teasing
them. Then she kissed her way up the length of his dick
until she found JC’s hot mouth avid sucking on the
cop’s dick head. Monica crushed her mouth to JC’s, the
two wanton women kissing passionately, their tongues
twirling into each other’s mouths, fighting each other
across the bulging head of Frank’s cock.

First Monica plunged her head deep down on Frank’s
dick, and then JC. They alternated, each time going
just a bit deeper, a bit further down on the dick,
until finally the entire length disappeared down
Monica’s throat. JC gasped in shock as Monica’s nose
nuzzled into the thick thatch of hair at the base of
the cop’s cock!

“Jeez, that’s fantastic.” thought JC. But the sight
didn’t last long. As Monica tried to keep her lips
locked around the root of her white partner’s tool,
Frank grasped her head and pulled back. As his cock
cleared her large lips, a string of precum hung in the
air, from the eye of the cop’s dick to Monica’s
glistening lips. JC darted in and swirled her tongue
around the dick head and then ate her way along the
delicate string until her lips touched Monica’s, ending
in a raunchy kiss.

“Get on your back, Monica,” said Frank. “God, I just
gotta fuck you,” his fist held his 8″ dick, slowly
fisting it. “I gotta get my rocks off and that black
pussy of yours will feel so fucking tight – I just know
it.”

“Not me sugar. No way. You’re gonna fuck this piece of
white trash. You want tight, she’ll give it to you!”

“What the hell? She ain’t got no fucking pussy!”

“You’re a smart boy, Frankie. You’ll figure it out! Now
watch us girls party!”

Chapter 7 – An ass is as good as a pussy
—————————————-

Monica lay on her back and commanded JC to kneel
between her spread legs. Then Monica yanked JC’s head
down, grinding the he-bitches face against her slimy
cunt. “Eat me,” she demanded of the white girl. Now
this was something that JC enjoyed: muff diving! She
sharp odor of Monica’s soppy cunt drove JC wild. The
dim light from the bare bulbs over the doorways in this
alley glistened off of Monica’s glistening pussy lips
as JC licked her tongue up and down the edges of
Monica’s outer cunt lips.

JC worked two fingers in and out of Monica’s cunnie as
her lips wrapped around the black cop’s inch long clit
and sucked. “Eeeeeaayah!” cried Monica.

JC was getting extremely turned on as he lapped up gobs
of Monica’s juicy, sweet fuck cream and swallowed it
down in gulps. As she pumped the fingers of one hand
into Monica’s fiery love pit, the other hand worked
away at her own distended nipples, turning her on even
more.

Then, JC lowered her body even more so that her breasts
rested on the filthy cardboard and she could grind her
nipples into the dirt and grime and raspy material of
the cardboard. Chills ran up and down her spine and she
arched her back in ecstasy, throwing her ass high in
the air.

Still fisting his cock, Frank moved up behind JC,
looking at her deliciously rounded ass globes sticking
up so high. He tried not to look at the long stiff
prick and heavy ball sac that hung from the sexy
shemale’s groin, but he had to admit that this weird
chick really turned him on. And she had such a
delectable brown puckered asshole, glistening.

“Hey, Monica. This gal came ready for action. Her
asshole’s all slicked up with vaseline or somethin’,”
laughed Frank. As he fell to his knees behind JC he
also noticed: “Ha! That Long Johnny. He’s even more
than a kidder! This gal’s got a tattoo right by her ass
crack. It says ‘Deposit $50 and insert cock here’!”

“Well do it ya fat jerk! Fuck this white trash’s
nether- pussy! Give her what she wants! Fuck her!
Ohhhhh!” The last groan from Monica was caused by JC
rasping her teeth across the black bitch’s clit. “Yeah
babe! Bite my clitty. Oh god, I love rough girls! Suck
me babe. Make mamma cum!”

Frank meanwhile had positioned the tip of his cock
against JC’s lubricated butt hole and now pushed
forward. Instantly his dick slid a full inch into the
white whore’s asshole, but then it stopped as JC
squeezed her anal muscles tight. What was happening
here! The sodomizing penetration had brought her (him!)
back to reality very quickly.

JC was a guy, a MAN, yet here he was dressed as some
floozy hooker, his (her?) lipsticked mouth glued to the
sopping pussy, his (her?) new tits grinding lewdly into
the cardboard and a thick cock starting to penetrate
his (her!) virgin ass.

JC swung a fist back at Frank, and Frank’s cock pulled
out of JC’s ass with an audible, sucking, pop! But
Frank caught a hold of her arm and bent it sharply
upward. JC howled in pain, her wet face lifted high
from Monica’s cunnie. Monica quickly clamped a hand
across the sexy shemale’s mouth and looked her straight
in the eyes.

“You do everything and anything we want you to do – you
understand. If you don’t, we’ll throw you in with all
the sex perverts and rapists at the station house – and
we got plenty of them – and let them have their fun
with you! You understand me bitch!” As emphasis, Frank
twisted her arm even higher, almost dislocating it from
the socket.

JC’s eyes grew large with fear. Tears flowed down her
cheek. Damn Marilee and Wanda. Their work over of JC
had been complete during the nine months they had kept
him (her?) unconscious. Not only had they reshaped her
body with operations and hormones, but those same
hormones had wrecked havoc with JC’s emotions and sex
drive. She was powerless to prevent these two street
cops from doing what they wanted to her!

JC continued to sob as Monica thrust JC’s face back
into Monica’s pussy. To add insult, Monica raised her
ass slightly so that her cunnie was better angled and
forcefully rubbed JC’s entire face around and around on
her sopping cunt lips, thoroughly wetting the shemale’s
entire face.

Frank once more thrust his cock forward, lancing his
glans smoothly between JC’s ass cheeks and again sank
his dick in only an inch. “Loosen up those muscles
bitch! Let daddy give you a ride you ain’t gonna forget
in a long, long time!,” said Frank.

Monica grabbed hold of JC’s ponytail and yanked hard.
“Do it bitch!” JC screamed in pain and cried harder.
But she did as she was told and relaxed her anal
muscles as best she could. Frank thrust forward and his
entire eight inch cock slid easily forward embedding
itself deep in JC’s bung hole.

JC cried out in pain, she had never felt so filled
before. Frank slowly began sliding his cock in and out
of her ass, at first just a few inch out and then back,
never letting JC feel empty, but after a couple of
minutes he began drawing back so that only the glans
remained buried in the delicate brown pucker and then
ramming his entire mighty rod back in, deep into the
he-slut’s bowels!

JC endured the pain. She had never realized just how
much it must have hurt all those women who’s asses she
herself had fucked. As she slowly stopped crying and
resumed her finger and tongue fucking of Monica’s quim,
she wondered why so many of those same women had come
back, voluntarily, asking for another hard ass-fucking.

JC grunted as one of Frank’s harder thrusts drove the
thick truncheon even deeper than before. Meanwhile,
Monica had reached her sexual peak, orgasm after orgasm
shuddering through her body. Her pussy exploded with
thick love cream, her female spunk gushing out and
sliding across JC’s caressing tongue.

JC swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the black cop’s
female jism, savoring the delicious fishy flavor and
creamy texture of the spunk. JC lost herself in the
pleasure of licking Monica’s cunt lips clean, and as
she came down from that sexual high, she realized that
another perverse pleasure was wracking her body.

At some point, the pain of her ass-fucking had begun to
turn to pleasure. At some point in her cunt-lapping
frenzy, her body had taken over and each time Frank
pounded his cock forward, JC’s body had responded,
thrusting backward, helping the thick cock to bury
itself ever deeper in her burning asshole.

Chapter 8 – JC enjoys her shemale lust
————————————–

And JC was shocked to find that her own cock had
maintained a raging erection through all that had
happened. Her own nine inch dick throbbed and pulsed
each time Frank’s cock pounded into her. She could feel
the scum boiling in her balls, her jism ready to
explode.

Oh god, she had to get her rocks off. She reached back
with one hand to grasp her rod and yank it, pull it,
beat her own meat, but Monica grabbed her hand. “Let it
come by itself” was all she said, and JC knew she was
right. It would be much better, much more powerful, if
it happened by itself.

JC was now totally lost in her wanton, perverse lust.
“Fuck me, Frank. Drive it home. Split me open with that
dick.”

Frank could feel his own jism burning in his balls. He
was close to cumming. He drilled JC faster, harder. JC
cried out in joy, “Oh, yeah. I love it. Drive my ass.
Ram it in deeper. Fuck me hard. Harder!”

JC threw herself upright, her back now pressed tight
against Frank’s hairy chest as he continued to fuck
deep into her now raw and tender asshole. Frank’s hands
grasped hold of JC’s melons and he squeezed her
engorged nipples. JC turned her head and without
anymore thought about what kind of creature he was
fucking, Frank locked his lips to hers, and sucked the
shemale’s tongue deep into his own mouth.

JC gasped from the mauling of her tits, from the deep
fucking of her ass. Her cock waved lewdly in the air,
twitching, spasming, dying to shoot its load. Each time
Frank’s cock speared deep into JC’s anal pussy, his
heavy balls slapped forcefully into JC’s own scuzz
loaded balls.

It’s hard to say who came first. Frank released JC’s
panting mouth and let out a horrendous scream as his
balls exploded. Huge gobs of jism jetted from his
cockhead, buried deep in JC’s bowels. His dick was
forced back almost all the way out of her ass channel
by the force of the explosion, but he quickly thrust
forward again, squishing his way up her cream coated
poop chute. Gobs of cum oozed back around his shaft and
dropped from the base of his balls onto the filthy
cardboard.

At the same time, JC’s cock exploded splattering her
load of jism everywhere. As her fire hose spouted its
thick shemale cream, it pointed upwards, splashing
against the undersides of JC’s heaving tits, it jetted
across the bosom and belly of Monica who was kneeling
just inches in front of the shemale, and it splashed
across Monica’s face. Monica quickly slid her mouth
over the sexy vixen’s cockhead and slurped up the
remaining fuck jism.

As Frank slowly and reluctantly withdrew his cock from
the shemale’s bung hole, Monica kissed JC passionately,
thrusting deep into the shemale’s mouth a mouthful of
her own sweet fuck-cream. JC swallowed it hungrily and
then began licking her own jism off of Monica’s face
and tits and belly.

Exhausted from her ordeals with the cabbie and now with
the two patrol cops, JC collapsed on her back. But she
got no rest. Frank knelt straddling her head and placed
his cock to her lips. “Clean it off, bitch. Polish it
with your tongue and suck it dry!” he commanded her.

JC’s eyes widened as she saw the dirt and filth on the
cop’s dick: traces of cum, drying blood from her own
ass and flakes of dried brown – whatever! JC shuddered
and tried to squirm away, but Monica grasped her cock
and balls and squeezed hard. Monica screamed, but Frank
cut off the cry of anguish by shoving his flaccid dick
between her lips.

“Yeah, that’s it babe! Use your tongue on it. Wash it
clean!” JC had no choice. Her tongue swirled around the
dick head lodged between her luscious lips. Frank’s
cock pushed deeper and she washed the length of his
thick shaft.

Meanwhile, Monica began fisting JC’s dick and soon it
reached full erection again. Monica squatted over JC’s
groin and slowly lowered her dripping pussy. She paused
to rub the head of JC’s nine inch shaft along her pussy
lips, teasing herself, but then suddenly dropped her
entire weight, sinking the shemale’s hot rod all the
way up her cunnie. Monica quickly raised and lowered
herself, fucking her own pussy with the trapped
shemale’s rampant dick.

JC became even more aroused as Monica rode her cock.
And Frank began to fuck JC’s face more vigorously. Once
again JC’s new hormones betrayed her and she became an
animal of pure sex, wanting only to have orgasm after
orgasm. As Frank fucked his long prong in and out of
her mouth, JC found that she now relished the flavor of
the last bit of scuzz that coated his dick; the jism
and blood and flecks of shit adding to her lust craze.

JC wanted more, she wanted all of Frank’s cock, and on
one of his downward thrusts she opened her throat in
just the right way and the cop’s entire eight inches
disappeared down her throat. JC’s tongue flicked along
the base of Frank’s cock now each time it plunged deep
into her gullet.

JC’s hands grasped Frank’s cock and pumped it each time
he pulled back. “Cum for me Frankie, Fuck my face and
cum down my throat. I can’t get enough of your stud
cock!”

It took little more than those words for Frank’s cock
to explode once again, and indeed, deep down in JC’s
throat. His scalding jism spurted from his dick head.
JC’s hands milked the cop’s thick shaft as she pulled
it back, continuing to spurt his thick, syrupy man-seed
onto her tongue.

JC swallowed each delicious load and when the eye of
Frank’s cock stopped spurting she took the glans in her
mouth and sucked hard, straining to clean the last few
drops out of his cock.

All this time, Monica continued to bounce up and down
on the he-bitch’s dick as she pinched her own nipples
and strummed her inch long clitty. JC helped by
thrusting her hips upwards as the black slut cop
dropped down, driving the shemale’s rod ever deeper.

As Monica’s orgasm neared, she reached for her black
nightstick and placed the tip against JC’s slippery
asshole, which was still stretched wide from Frank’s
ass-fucking. Monica shoved hard and three inches of the
truncheon slipped into JC’s butt.

Monica wiggled the stick around and thrust again. A
total of six inches of her baton disappeared up JC’s
Hershey chute. JC cried out in pain, but Monica was
lost in her orgasm. Her body twisted and turned as
throbbing pleasure ripped through her. She jammed the
nightstick hard up JC’s ass as she crushed her own
pelvis down firmly on the shemale’s crotch.

JC’s cries were violent and loud. But Frank quickly cut
them off by sitting firmly on JC’s face, his asshole
directly against her nose and his large fleshy nuts
covering her mouth. As JC tried to breathe she inhaled
one of Frank’s large scumbags.

The stimulation was too much for JC and a horrendous
orgasm ripped through her as Monica’s spasming pussy
squeezed the length of her pistoning shaft. Her dick,
buried deep inside Monica’s snatch, geysered jism
mightily, soaking Monica’s cunnie walls, and leaking
copiously out and down around JC’s balls and onto the
now thoroughly slickened cardboard.

Monica slowly withdrew her nightstick from JC’s ravaged
bunghole and dismounted from JC’s now limp prick. Frank
stood up and quickly pulled on his pants as Monica
donned her uniform once again.

JC sobbed softly as she lay on the dirty cardboard.
Monica and Frank grinned at each other and laughed as
they pulled JC up and tossed her and her crumpled
clothing in the back seat of the squad car.

“I… I did what you wanted. Will you take me home now,
please?” asked JC quietly.

“Sure, hon. We’ll take you home right away,” said
Monica, grinning at Frank. The car sped out of the
alley and down the street.

JC spent the next few minutes getting into her skirt
and pulling her tube top up over her large breasts.
When she looked up, she realized that the cops weren’t
driving towards her home but were instead driving along
the strip.

“Hey! This isn’t the way to my place!”

“We’re doing what you asked, babe. We’re takin’ you
home. Now shut up back there!”

JC fumed as the cop car drove along the Strip. She
watched the many cars driving slowly along, the drivers
ogling the hookers on the street corners. She
remembered all the whores he had picked up along this
very section. Why were the cops driving this way?

Suddenly the car pulled up to the curb. Two hookers
standing nearby started to walk away, but Monica called
out to them: “Hey, this is Long Johnny’s corner, isn’t
it? You’re his girls, aintcha?”

One of the hookers, a short blonde with a pretty face,
a pageboy haircut, large breasts and a short skirt
walked back to the car and leaned over to peer inside.

“Yeah, this is Johnny’s corner. What about it?”

“We got one of your fellow workers back here! HA! End
of the line, JC. You get out here!”

“But you promised,” said JC.

Monica got out of the car and opened the back door. “We
promised to take you home. Well, here you are. Long
Johnny’s corner where you make your living!”

“But I told you, I’m not…”

“I said, get out! bitch,” Monica grabbed JC’s arm and
pulled her out of the squad car. JC sprawled on the
pavement, tears streaming down her face.

As the squad car pulled away, Frank called back “Tell
Johnny we took out our $100 reward in trade! Ha, ha,
ha, ha!”

JC sobbed uncontrollably as she lay on the pavement.
The redhead stood above her. “Hi,” she said. My name’s
Dallas. What’s yours?”

JC looked up at such an angle that to look at Dallas’
face she had to look up her skirt also. Just before JC
fainted, she noticed the large bulge in Dallas’
panties…

Chapter 9 – The start of a new day
———————————-

JC awoke to find the bright morning sun glaring in his
eyes. He raised a hand to block the beam of sunlight
and gasped in surprise at the sight of his slim
feminized wrist. And then the memory of the previous
night returned to him. He remembered that he had been
drugged by his traitorous secretary and had then awoken
shortly thereafter (shortly, to him, but in reality
nine months later) to find that he had been transformed
into a woman!

Or almost transformed! JC sat up groggily. He did so
slowly since his balance was totally out of whack with
this new body of his – the large firm breasts sprouting
from his chest confused his balance, and his slimmer,
shapelier arms and legs were weaker and less
supporting. He was naked and slid his hand between his
legs. Yes! Thankfully, it was still there.

Wanda and Marilee had been about to take him to have
the final” operation which would change him completely
into a woman, but he had escaped them. He still had his
penis which meant that whatever they had done to him
could be reversed!

All he had to do was get out of here – wherever here
was.

JC looked around and discovered that he was in a large,
spacious and tastefully decorated bedroom. His clothes
from the previous night were not in sight so he walked
around the room, naked. A quick look out the window
showed him that the bedroom was on the third floor of a
building located just down the street from the corner
where the cops had dumped him last night – which was
puzzling since no one would expect to find such an
expensively appointed room in a part of town frequented
only by whores and drug dealers.

One door led to a large bathroom. The other door
presumably lead to a hallway, but it was locked. No
amount of twisting and turning the knob would open it.

JC’s hand went to his head in exasperation, and there
encountered long black hair which fell down past his
shoulders. But it also found a hard crusted lump which
fell apart when he touched it. He brought his flaked
fingers to his nose and sniffed. The dried substance
was cum!

Then he fully remembered what had happened to him. A
glance in the mirror of the dressing table showed a
gorgeous naked brunette with large firm breasts and an
overall killer body who had splotches of dried cum
throughout her hair and also on her (his!) cheeks and
breasts. JC shuddered at the memory of what he had been
forced to do the previous evening. He ha