4/28/2008

Read all about it! Man transformed into a woman!

Lisa,

I do understand what you are doing, you know, I do.

I could say I was sorry for cheating on you, that I caused you so much grief and anger, but right now I unable to feel anything but rage against you. What you have done to me is in no way comparable to my betrayal.

All right, so you caught me in flagrante with Samantha Brace, the buxom slut from Idaho!

There I was, the distinguished CEO, father of one, ramming my dick into my secretary, and you just stood there, seeing your world fall apart.

This is what power does to a man, you know. Deep down we are still apes, trying to become the alpha male, the top of the tribe, and when we do make it to the top of the ladder we want to mate with as many females as possible.

That's not an excuse; that's an explanation.
It's just evolutionary logic, and you, the great medical doctor, should understand that.

Instead you had Columbian gangsters kidnap me and ship me to Columbia.

Or at least, that's where I think I am. I don't see many people here, but those I see speak Spanish, mostly.

The house is out in the wilderness somewhere. I doubt if I would get anywhere, even if I found a way to get outside the fence. I would probably die of hunger, or been eaten by wild animals. I am not stupid, after my first futile attempts at escape I stopped trying.

I tried to resist the treatment. I had to, for the sake of my self respect and my self worth as a man, but it didn't help. There were always more of them than me, and they weakened me with drugs.

Now, of course, I am no match for a strong man. I am sure that was one of the lessons you wanted to teach me.

The operating theater is in the basement. State of the art. Clean. I got my first shot of my "medicine" down there.

It didn't make much of an impression at first, but when by beard stopped growing and my chest started to change, I definitely took notice.

It was after the first "drug attack" that I started to grasp what they were up to, or what you were up to, I should say. Only you have the medical expertise to pull this off.

When I woke up one morning, with the worst drug induced hang-over you could think of, I noticed that nearly all my body hair had gone. They had used both wax and electrolysis, I believe, because my skin was smooth as a baby's ass.

My beard was gone, as where my old clothes. All I found were panties and a pink dress.

Oh yeah, they were trying to change me into a girl, all right. I yelled, I fought, I destroyed furniture, but to no avail. The same evening they forced a new shot of your hormone cocktail into me, and a new one the next. And the next. And the next...

By the eight week, I had developed breasts. My skin was getting softer and more sensitive, and I grew a fatter and more prominent ass. I had horrible mood swings, and I started to cry myself to sleep.

I never cry!

Your behavioral therapy was a stroke of genius. Giving me DVDs with woman oriented porn, chick flicks, fashion magazines, Cosmo, romance novels. I had nothing to do but go through that crap, and I know now that it affected me.

As did your night time hypnotic tapes.

Oh yeah, I noticed. There were barely noticeable female voices whispering to me things like "I want to become a sensual woman. I love sensual lingerie. I want to serve my man in humility. I want feel a hard dick inside me."

By the third month I had to ask for a bra. My tits had reached a D cup.

You know, I couldn't help it. I was totally fascinated by them. If anything, it was those two mounds of flesh that made my change real to me.

For me breast had always been the utmost sign of womanhood. Yeah, I admit it, I was a tits and ass kind of guy. Which is why, of course, I was banging Samantha in the first place.

Now I had two of my own, and I couldn't stop touching them.

It was the feelings I got from touching those stiff nipples that started my new fantasies. Fantasies of having someone suck them, bite them, play with them. Women, at first. Sexy, buxom women like myself. But after four months I had to stop myself from including men in those day dreams.

At night, I had rough dreams of being violated, penetrated, and fucked by men, and I always woke up aroused and confused and with cum on my stomach.

That's when you introduced Herman. Strong, hard and stupid Herman.

He is definitely not Columbian and his English is as bad as his Spanish. He is not the kind that talks a lot. One day he just walked into my bedroom, tied me face down on the bed, lubricated my ass and started to fuck me. God, that hurt! From then on I was his bitch.

The last day of the fifth month, I believed I could hear you voice. I was sure it was you, but I could not find you.

Instead I was drugged again, and when I woke up I was tied to the bed to stop me from hearting myself. My crotch had bandages and someone had inserted a catheter.

I was in pain for days, and delirious with fever. I was castrated and emasculated, and you had brought in some expert from Thailand, I believe, to give me a vagina.

I have healed now, and I am indistinguishable from a natural woman. Herman is so pleased. He has now three holes to stick his dick into now, and he is fucking me daily.

I am starting to like it now, which has made me realize that your victory is complete.

There is nothing left of the man inside me. I no longer feel a need to conquer women. I have become the passive one, harboring girly dreams of a prince coming to save me, hold me, comfort me. That will never happen, of course, which is why I have begged them to send you this message.

I am not asking for your forgiveness. I am not out to get revenge. I just want to get out of here. To go home. I want to see my kid, as a stranger maybe, but still. I want to live a normal life, a boring life, as a woman, as fate will have it.

I am not going to bother you. If you can get me new identity papers, I'll find myself a job and a place to live.

But whatever you do, at least stop the treatment. They continue to give me the hormone shots and my breast are still growing.

Herman is beside himself of joy and has clearly convinced the doctor to increase the dosage, but I am getting scared. My libido is through the roof, my back hurts and they find it hard to get me bras in the right sized.

If nothing else, please let them stop the treatment.

Paul(a)

Paula,

I got your message. The treatment continues. I am not satisfied until you have become one of the whores you like so much.

The hypnosis therapy and the hormones will change you into a sex craving slut, and not the peaceful and modest woman you dream about.

In two months you will be moved over to a brothel in Nevada. Then, and only then, will your tits and ass stop growing.

By then you will have become an sex goddess of a woman, whit a body that will make men pay anything to fuck you.

You will serve their clients of the Pink Pussy Club for the next ten years. When that period is up I will send you your identification papers. Not before.

I am sure you will have saved up enough money by then to keep you through old age.

I have spent a lot of time and money on this, Paula. It has been worth every penny!

L

Images courtesy of the higly recommended Realitykings.com.

Guest Cap: The Cider Solution


Kira (AKA XtremeCSSA) over at Rachel's Haven has made me the following cap.

Ain't I cute! And I love that chest ;-)

Thank you very much, Kira!

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Guest Cap: The New Hunter

Alexia over at Rachel's Haven has caught on to my interest for ancient mythology. After all, the Goddess of Inanna and her sisterhood, takes part in several of my stories.

Alexia has given me a series of caps featuring another incarnation of Inanna, namely her Greek counterpart Artemis (known as Diana among the Romans). This is actually a very clever variation of the original myth.

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4/21/2008

Bodyswap

A few years into the future bodyswapping becomes technically possible. Do you need to spend a day at the other side of the globe? Don't travel! Swap!

Avis will start hiring out bodies, and the erotic entertainment industry starts new exciting (and illegal) services.

Our hero makes some startling discoveries during a business trip of the new kind.

Porn star Gina Lynn (pictured left) plays an important role in this erotic TG photo story or fumetti.

The main pictures are taken by Realitykings, who have many more photos from the same series available for download.

I have tried desperately to make this slideshow work on Slideshare, but has failed completely. So in order to read this photo story, you will have to click here to download the full screen PDF file (8 MB)! 

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Enjoy!

The Chaperon

I know that you warned me, Rebecca! I heard you loud and clear. "Ben," you said. "Do not under any circumstances have sex in your new body!" you said. I wasn't deaf.

And I can assure you I had no intention whatsoever to break my promise. I was secure in my male identity, I can assure you and when I agreed to use the magic ring you gave me, it was only because you wanted someone to accompany you to the date with Simon. A girl, a chaperon, that could help you out if you didn't like him.

But you did like him, didn't you? And you left the restaurant early to fuck him senseless. Damn, girl, we could smell your pheromones all over the restaurant.

So, you left me with Richard, sweet, beautiful, sexy Richard. And I was there in one of the most sexy female bodies the world has ever seen, and I can assure you, Rebecca, that that body knows how to produce estrogen and all of the other hormones that make girls horny.

Richard, of course, was a gentleman and bought me all the drinks I asked for. How could I know my new body couldn't take the amount of alcohol I am used to. He took me home, just to help me, you know, and I invited him in. What could I do? He smelled so good!

And then he held me and started to kiss me and my heart went into overdrive and it was all so hot and I just had to open a button and then another one and he grabbed my breast and kissed my ear and I just accidentally brushed his crotch and I just had to hold his cock, you know. It was so beautiful!

So how could I not taste it? You are a girl, you know how it is! It was like a religious epiphany, you know. I had no idea women could feel like this, but right there I had to worship that cock. And now, of course, he was getting terribly excited, and I couldn't disappoint him, could I, that sweet, sweet man!

You know what he did? He put his finger inside my pussy and started to massage my clit with his thumb. And then he kissed me, long, soft, French kisses that just went on and on and on and on and on and I was so wet that he just had to clean me up with his mouth.

I needed him inside me, dammit! And I was a brand new girl. I hadn't planned for this, and I was so aroused I forgot all about condoms, and when he was inside me it was like I was in another place, you know, another dimension where no one cares about condoms and stuff.

I couldn't ask him to hold back, that would be cruel, and to be honest I didn't want him to hold back either. It felt so good to be a woman, that right there I honestly wanted to be one forever. And then he came inside me, and I could feel my body settle down in its new shape.

So now what do I do?

Richard wants to marry me and have lots of sex and kids and a dog and a Volvo and I want him so much that I am willing to do nearly anything.

But I do not exist, do I? I have no identity papers, no social security number. There are no photo albums with pictures of me running around as a little girl in my parents' garden.

As a matter of fact, my parents wouldn't recognize me as I am now! And God knows what my colleagues would say if I turned up at work.

Please, Rebecca, I'll do anything if you help me!

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The pictures are from
Totally Redhead. I often go to that site for those sexy, professional, airbrushed images.

This story is dedicated to Vengeance1701 over at Rachel's Haven.

Click on the image below to see the great cap Vengeance1701 gave to me!

It is the erotic story of the water polo player that got a new and more fulfilling life after an unusual bath!

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4/19/2008

Guest Cap: Know-it All

Here's a sweet techno cap I got from wakkawakke200 over at Rachel's Haven.

Wakkawakka? Must be Hawaiian!

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Here is the text:

Alan was a bit of a "know-it-all" in his family. He always knew why something was the way it was, and got a bit peeved when people didn't listen. Coming home after a busy day at work showing everyone the basic functions of the new computer system at work, he was none to pleased to be asked to fix his mother's computer again.

"Mom, I told you a hundred times to stop clicking on all those pop-ups!"

"I am sorry honey, it just wouldn't go away," she replied, secretly smiling.

Sighing to himself Alan clicked the computer on to notice a small window showing a confirmation window. As he went to dispose of it the windows displayed the message "Thank you, Jessica".

Alan did not understand the message and went to click it away when the mouse tumbled off the table.

Picking the mouse up, Jessica could only look at her mum and ask: "Mum, why won't the computer work? I need to get on to check my MySpace account! I need to know if Beth is gonna meet me at the mall tomorrow!"

Thanks to wakkawakka200!

Guest Cap: Call me Rebecca!

Here is a beautiful cap I got from Erin over at Rachel's Haven.

I love that bewildered look on her (my!) face.

Thank you Erin. You will get one back!

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4/18/2008

Yummy!


The great thing about becoming so young and small, Richard noted, was the fact that everything appeared so big: counters, chairs, WCs and whatever it was Phillip was hiding in his jeans.

Yummy!


When I found these pictures on istockphoto I just had to download them.

This small woman is like the epitome of femininity to me: small, beautiful and charming in a mischievous kind of way.

The cap goes to wakkawakka200 over at Rachel's Haven.

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4/17/2008

Sex on the beach

Alexander didn't really have any good reason to be suspicious.

It was natural that the young, good looking, man came up to him and asked if he knew any good local guides. After all, Alexander was the best guide in the area. The man wanted to find a secluded island out in the tropical archipelago.

"You have come to right man," Alexander had replied truthfully. "Guiding is what I do for a living, and I know of some really beautiful places where the tourists will leave you alone."

That was perfect, the man said. He presented himself as Ronald. When Alexander gave him his own name, Ronald hired him on the spot.

The same afternoon they went out in the big cabin cruiser the man had rented.

"You travel alone?" Alexander asked him.

"I have a rather stressful work environment," Ronald said. "For me a holiday is relaxing away from it all on a beautiful tropic island with a good friend."

"Sure, but where is your friend?"

"Oh, she will arrive later this evening."

Alexander didn't reply to that. It wasn't that easy to find the island he was taking Ronald to, and his girlfriend would find it hard to track them. Well, S.E.P., Somebody Else's Problem.

They anchored up at a beautiful beach, and Roland immediately went for a swim. He was clearly enjoying himself immensely. Alexander found himself a spot under a tree, reading a book.

Finally Ronald carried a small table out of the boat's cabin and cooked them a small meal. That was an interesting twist. Normally it was Alexander who did all the cooking on trips like these.

Ronald invited him over and served him a glass of red wine.

"What about your girlfriend?" Alexander asked.

"Alexandra will be here any minute."

"But shouldn't she have a plate as well?"

"Don't worry about it! Here's to a perfect evening!"

Ronald raised his glass to his lips, but didn't drink. Instead he watched Alexander attentively. This was a strange man, indeed!

Alexander was thirsty and took a big sip. He probably shouldn't have.

"Gaaaaakh..." He fell down to his knees, unable to speak. He tried again: "Gaaaaagh..." He tumbled down on his face, in agony. It was as if 10,000 poisonous ants were crawling through his veins.

"Try to breathe calmly," Ronald said. "And the pain will soon be over!"

That man had poisoned him. He was dying! Alexander soon realized, however, that he wasn't so much dying as changing.

He could feel his hips widen. Dark curly hair cascaded down his shoulders. His chest was growing, sprouting two beautifully shaped breasts. He grabbed his crotch in anguish, only to feel his dick shrink into oblivion, being replaced by a very female slit.

Finally the pain subsided. He opened his eyes and found Ronald looking down at him. "Hey there, Alexandra. You look stunning, girl! Why don't you join me for dinner?"

Alexander found himself trying to object, but immediately an inner force took over, and he found himself answering in a high, bell-ringing, voice: "That would be nice, Ronald!"

He sat down on the chair, still shaking from the ordeal.

"Oh, I am sorry," Ronald said. Let me get you your robe!" He went into the boat and came back with a red robe in silk. Alexander put it on over his old shorts and T-shirt. His shorts were tight around his wider hips, but there was no way he was going to remove them.

"I am sorry I had to put you through this, but I can assure you, it is all for the best. I lost my girlfriend Alexia in an accident a few weeks ago, and since then I have done anything to get her back. I am a rich man, and I did, finally, find a witch that had the magic I needed. You have now the body of Alexia, and I can assure you, your mind will follow..."

No, that couldn't be! But he soon found his mind slipping. His memory of his own childhood mixed with images of himself as a little girl, playing in a garden. He "remembered" colleagues from her workplace. Alexia was clearly a fashion designer, as images of catwalks and clothes flashed by.

"I have missed you, Alexia!"

"I have missed you too, Ronald," Alexia replied. And she did! She loved this man! Roland was not a stranger. He was her man. He was her lover, wasn't he? God, this was confusing!

The strange thing was that she felt perfectly at home in her new body, as if it had been her own for more than twenty years. And it was such a beautiful body!

She was hungry. They ate in silence as old lovers sometimes do, at ease with themselves and each other.

Finally Ronald stood up and reached out for her hand. "Let's go down to the beach!" he said.

She should have been afraid -- scared to death, even -- but Alexia found herself walking calmly with Ronald down to the beach, and when he started undressing, so did she. She had to get rid of those stupid men's clothes, anyway -- didn't she?

They jumped into the water and played like dolphins for a while, and when they finally decided to walk up on the beach it felt natural for Alexia to sit down on the sand with her back resting on Ronald's chest. That is what old lovers do, isn't it?

When Ronald cupped her breasts Alexia could feel her breathing quicken in anticipation and when his hand reached her pussy she found herself moaning with pleasure.

Oh yes, she had missed this! But then again, she had never done this, had she? Or?


She stretched like a cat when she felt his dick stiffen against her butt. She turned around slowly and held it in her hands. She could clearly remember that she had had one of her own, not long ago, but now that seemed irrelevant somehow.

She bent down, feeling her hair form a curtain around her head, her hand and his penis. She started to suck. Slowly at first, more eagerly after a while.

She wanted him, she wanted him badly. She wanted him inside her.

She turned around again and wriggled her shapely ass towards him. "Fuck me, lover!" she heard herself say. "Fill me up with your love!"

When his penis touched her moist pussy lips she felt herself shivering with pleasure, and when he thrust his dick inside her she felt her own hips responding strongly, pushing back.

And when she finally came in a series of violent orgasms, she knew that she was Alexia forever, and that she would never go back.

This cap was made for Alexia over at Rachel's Haven.

The images are from Hustler.

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4/10/2008

Bright Beauty

Hey there!

My name is Akemi. It means Bright Beauty in Japanese. I am 18 years old and go to school here in Tokyo.

I know why you noticed me. I used to be like you once, a long time ago.

No, it's true! I was a Swedish business man, trying desperately to get a contract with Toyota.

God, I was stupid!

I knew nothing about how to behave myself, and started negotiating before the exchange of business cards. I ate my sushi with a knife and a fork and made a total ass of myself during karaoke.

I thank the gods for the local Toyota representatives who helped me to a better life.

They brought me to a local soapland, you see, where one of the female companions gave me a nourishing bath. She knew the magic of womanhood, and the water turned me into the school girl you see now.

I was pretty upset as first, as you may imagine, but she taught me how pleasurable it can be to be a woman, and there is no way I will go back to being a man now. Not that I can, mind you!

One of the Japanese business men had no children, so he and his wife adopted me and taught me Japanese.

I used to be like you. Big, hairy and ugly, with no elegance or beauty.

Listen! I can take you to the soapland if you want to.

I would very much like to have you as a sister you know. You can be my butterfly, Cho! And we can read manga together.

And I think you would like my friend Akio. He is such a gentle boy...

Images from Erotic Japan.

The model is Kanan Kawai, and there is, of course, no similarity between her and the main character of this story.

This cap was made for venatus over at Rachel's Haven.

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4/08/2008

The Well of Inanna

"Baby, you should really join me! The water is fresh and warm, and it has such a sweet taste. My dear wife, come on! Maybe we can play a little, you know?"
"I’ll wait till after the transformation, Andy. This is the Well of Inanna, you know."

"Surely, you don’t believe in those myths? They are totally unscientific and beyond... Hey, oooh, ah, wooooow! Good God, I’m changing! Eva, I am changing! My chest! My dick! It is shrinking!"

"I know, darling, don’t worry. You won’t miss it, and I’ll get you a replacement
later on."

"It is not that I am not in for an exciting game, Eva, but shouldn't you have asked me before you did something like this? Wooow, look at these tits!"

"You are far too timid, baby, and you know as well as I do that I am the one wearing the trousers around here. I always know what is best for you, my love!"

"All right, Eva, I'll admit as much. This is so strange!"

"Don't you feel good, darling?"

"Eva, I feel good. I feel more than good. I feel beautiful, sexy, hot and I sure like the way these nipples reach for the sky. Please Eva, would you like to suck them?"

"That was the plan, all along, baby. Come here, Nadia!"

"Are you sure I will get my cock back afterwards?"

"No, these changes are irreversible. But after I had my bath later on this evening, I’ll let you taste mine."

Images from Hustler.

This cap was made for alterego5150x over at Rachel's World.

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4/03/2008

A man becomes a busty woman


"It is very simple," Troy’s boss told him. "I have to get rid of 15 consultants, and you are out of a job."

"Goddammit, Fred!" Troy exclaimed.

"I have worked int this company for 8 years. I have slaved for you and made you rich, and now you reward me like this? There is a recession going on. Where can I get a new job now?"

Troy looked at him mischievously: "I do need a secretary!"

"A secretary? I a computer programmer. The only thing I can type is code, and you know it," Andy answered angrily.

"By the way, whatever happened to Eliza, your previous secretary? That was a hot one!"

"She didn't respond correctly to the needs of the social environment," Fred replied.

"You mean: She wouldn't let you into her pants, right?"

"I am a sexy man," his boss said. "She was a beautiful woman. That is the way of nature. You know, I am very greenish and ecological that way."

"Yeah, I bet you are!" Troy couldn't help smiling.


His boss was a male chauvinist of the worst kind. To him the perfect woman was a stupid sex hungry bimbo that agreed to everything he said.

"Listen," Fred said. "Don't worry about the typing. This job requires other types of secretarial skills, I am glad to say."

He fetched a small bottle of something that looked like red wine and two glasses from a drawer.

"Why don’t we toast for your new job?"

"I don't know what the job is about," Troy protested. "What about my salary? My career?"

"Well," Fred hesitated a bit. "I picture this as a kind of Senior Secretary position, with a strong element of human resource management and social welfare development."

"When did you start to care about social welfare?"

"There are always laws and regulations, you know, and a happy worker is a productive worker, that's what I say."

Troy sighed: "The only happy worker you care about is yourself!"

"Of course, I am the most essential part of this work environment. My welfare should concern you all."

"So this position is all a charade. To keep the labor unions off your back. So that you can tick off the right boxes in the official reports."

"Troy, Troy, Troy you are so cynical! This is a position that can bring you on top, at least from time to time. And you will keep your salary."

"I want a rise!"

"10 percent!"

"Done!"

The boss filled his glass. "Drink up!"

"What is this?" Troy sniffed the drink. It smelled wonderful, but nothing like red wine.

"This is a liquor I bought on the black market in Baghdad for an obscene sum of money. They said it was an aphrodisiac. With more responsibility comes the kind of mana and authority that makes you irresistible."

"Well, you sure know how to sell a proposition!" Troy took a sip.

"Aren't you going to drink with me?"

"Nah, this one is for you only. Take another sip. It is good for your health!"

Troy took another sip, and felt wave after wave of well being rush through his body.

"This is great stuff!" he said, and took a big sip. "I feel great! Wooow!"

He started to feel a bit aroused, in a strange kind of way.

Images of silk and lace and bubble baths and slow massages fluttered through his mind, followed by a strong longing to be fulfilled, filled, penetrated.

He saw high trees, lamp posts and cucumbers that slowly dissolved into the image of a beautiful dark haired woman sucking eagerly on a lollipop.

"God, this is one hell of a trip!" he told Fred.

Then his skin started to tingle and his body started to change.

He felt himself shrinking in the chair. At the same time his chest expanded slowly and deliciously into two large globes of female flesh. He touched them in wonder.

"You are a beautiful woman," Fred told him.

"I am a beautiful woman," Troy repeated. "No, wait a minute, I am not a woman, I am Troy, the computer guy!"

"No," Fred insisted. "You are Eliza, my hot, sexy and horny secretary, a sweet and willing woman."

"I am Troy! No, wait a minute.... I am Eliza. Ain't I?"

Troy could feel his mind sink helplessly down into a mental landscape of soft cushions, silky sheets, Kashmir sweaters and smooth skin, filled with the sense of sweet perfume and the musky aroma of aroused women.

He knew that he was loosing himself, but the feeling was so pleasant, so comfortable, that he did not manage to put up much resistance. Instead he felt himself embracing the changes.

"You are madly in love with me," Fred told him. "And your only need is to serve me and make me happy. You long to suck my dick!"

"I long to suck your dick!"

"You want me to fuck you hard and often!"

"I want you to make love to me!"

Troy found that his suit had changed into a top and a skirt, and he found himself admiring the way the top enhanced the female curves of his body.

He touched his crotch and felt his penis and balls shrink into oblivion.

He didn't mind. She didn't mind. Eliza didn't mind. She needed her grotto to welcome her lover. She needed her pussy to embrace his cock. She wanted that, very much!

“Woow!” she said, looking down at her impressive cleavage. “That was one weird dream. You know what, boss? I dreamed I was a man!”


“Did you like it, Melissa?”

“Nah, not a bit! It felt nothing like this,like this wonderful body! That's strange! It feels like it's new to me!"

"You have had it all your life Eliza. Don't you remember how your tits started to grow when you were 13, and how you blossomed into a beautiful cheerleader?"

"I guess..."

"You were never that good at schoolwork, were you? But the boys loved you!"

"Yeah," she giggled. "They wanted to touch me down there!"

"And you liked that, didn't you?"

"They loved me, you know."

"The way I love you! Why don't you take off your top and touch those enormous tits of yours. I am sure they long to be caressed."

"Oh yeah!" Eliza agreed. "Do you want to watch?"

"If you let me," Fred replied.

He found it hard to believe what he was seeing. The magic had worked much better than he had ever dreamed. The bottle was worth every singe dollar he paid for it.

Eliza was now lost in her own tits. She caressed them, pinched them, lifted them, tasted them, all while she was humming an unrecognizable tune.

There was nothing left of Troy's sharp mind, his creativity and his resistance. This was a woman happily at peace with herself and the world.

"You know, when I touch my nipples like this, I can feel it in my tiny toes! Hmmm, I wonder how it would feel like if you touched them."

He caressed them, carefully.

"Hmmmmm, that's so good. Now I can feel it tingling down there in my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy!"

She was jumping like a little girl in the chair.

He didn't wait for her to change her mind, and he soon found himself between her thighs, tasting her moist sex and licking her clit."

She started to trash around in the chair.

"Aaaaaaah, that's so good. I need you..., I need you to..."

"Yes, lover?"

Deep down in Eliza's mind the old Troy lost his last struggle.

"I want you inside me!"

Quickly Fred helped her out of her remaining garments, took off his clothes and lifted her up on the desk.


Eliza spread her legs and rested her back on the desk. "Come into me, baby. Come inside me!"

She looked with fascination at his hard penis, and trembled in anticipation.

"Fuck me, lover, fuck me, pleeeeease!"

Fred thrust his dick into her and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

She could feel him moving inside her and she felt happy and fulfilled.

She started to massage her own clit furiously, sensing a wave of orgasms coming on.

There were no more worries in her mind. She did not care about what tomorrow would bring. She didn't care about her career or her salary or what the other employees of the company might or might not think about her.

She trusted Fred completely and without reservation, so there were no emotional breaks to stop her body from shifting into erotic overdrive.

She could feel her pussy muscles tighten around Fred's penis and the first of a series of orgasms shook her body. She was drooling, crying, yelping and scratching, and she held Fred's ass tight to keep him inside her.

He couldn't hold back, however, and he ejaculated inside her with a load grunt. "Oooagh! That was sooo gooooood!" he cried.

She laughed happily and sat up on the desk.

"Fred, where do I live?"

"I am told that Troy agreed to let you take over his apartment, but for the time being you are living with me, darling. You know, as long as we feel comfortable with each other."

"Oh, I do, Fred, I do!"

Deep inside her, Fred's sperm struggled uphill towards the holy grail of semen, a ripe egg waiting to be united with its new lover.

Troy's life was about to be dramatically changed -- again and forever.

The pictures of Eliza are taken from my favorite site of visual erotica, namely Realitykings.com. Their pictorials are perfect for captioning, as you get a large number of images to choose among.

The original cap that was the starting point for this story can be found to the right. It was made for Melissa over at TGcapmeTGcapyouThe3rd

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