by Tina Majors
At this point, Jennifer picked up what looked like a large, space age vibrator and began to stroke it over my new female body.
I felt myself quiver as she ran the gently vibrating plastic cock over my supple, perky breasts. The feeling of my new nipples going rock hard was incredible, so much so that I let out a little moan – a feminine moan too.
“That’s it, let it out,” Jennifer said. “You see, we were right to target you, it’s clear that you are perfect material for a new body and new life. It’s not just your perfect titties that love to be stimulated like a woman is it?”
Jennifer was now moving the vibrator over my mouth and in an act of instinct I couldn’t quite believe I was doing, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and licked the head of the vibrator before then allowing Jennifer to ease the large pink cock in and out of my wet mouth.
I felt the heat between my legs and looked down towards me pussy.
There was a neat strip of pubic hair above it, shaped perfectly and in a very feminine style.
I gasped a little as I felt the vibrator moving over my flat, smooth stomach that had just a tiny hint of abs on it.
“You like you new body don’t you?” Jennifer said, teasingly moving the vibrator in small circles around the lower part of my stomach, tantalisingly above my hot, and by now soaking wet, pussy.
“Y-y-y-es,” I said. “I really do love it, Jennifer.”
I was breathing heavily now.
I knew what the truth was, the truth was that being in a female body was the reality that I had always wanted. I wanted to free my arms and legs and pleasure myself, really get my hands all over my new physique. But I was stuck, stuck at the pleasure of Jennifer.
“Oooh, I can just see your frustration,” She laughed. “Now how about you beg me, beg for what you want you slut…”
I was taken aback by what I was hearing, but at the same time knew there was absolutely no point in resisting. I was bucking my hips back and forward, my swollen lips desperate to have the buzzing head all over them and my throbbing clit.
“Please put it inside me,” Jennifer I pleaded.
“More details girl,” Jennifer said, continuing to tease.
“Please put it inside my hot, wet pussy,” I moaned. “Please put it in, out, all over my clit, deep inside me, everywhere. I need to come, I need to feel all of the pleasure my true female form will allow. I’m begging you, I need to cum and orgasm like the real woman I am.”
Jennifer smiled and began to do as I had asked. She pushed the vibrator in and out, gently and gradually opening me up. I moaned and felt a surging feeling running up through my entire body, like all the energy was headed to one place – my ridiculously excited pussy.
“I’m a cock hungry slut, fuck me,” I moaned.
“Yes! Yes you are,” Jennifer said, almost triumphant sounding. “You are are a cock hungry slut who will serve me, and serve my exact needs. You’ll be fucking hot men, big alpha boys later, won’t you?”
“Oooooooh, yeah, yes, yeah, big hard cocks, I’ll take as many as you tell me,” Jennifer, I screamed, in absolute ecstasy, orgasm after orgasm running though my body, my hips bucking wildly, my moans and screams getting louder and louder.
Eventually, my orgasms ended and Jennifer and her hot male assistant, whose bulge had grown to be quite spectacular in his tiny pants (more about that later) untied me and helped my down and onto the floor, resting at their feet.
“Now here’s the deal, girlie,” Jennifer said. “You will return here later, but it is only when you step through that door your body will return to this, it’s natural feminine state. There’s a way to go before you can think about a full time move to constant sexual pleasure that being a woman can give. Now, get up, get dressed and get out. My assistant and I have some business to deal with, business that you can watch later, but not know – I don’t want to blow your slutty mind again too soon! Now leave, but whatever you do – don’t be late back!
**
A little later I was thinking about what had happened – I was stunned, shocked, any adjective you can imagine. But what I couldn’t deny even in the slightest was how much I had enjoyed it and how much I wanted to experience it again.
**
It was time to make my way back as instructed.
I opened the car door and put it in gear before easing away gently and moving up through the gears. The car was a hot, satisfying drive, providing the kind of power, sophistication and comfort that you would normally associate with something way dearer and aimed at the rich and famous.
Put simply, I was feeling this vehicle.
The sound system, like all of the interior cabinet, was of a top quality and made me totally not miss the days of riding around in a budget car that was more Beets than Beats, if you catch my vegetable based joke.
I began to cruise along at a comfortable pace.
Yes, the car did have an autopilot feature but there was no way I was going to use it. Not that I don’t respect technology or its current advancement, it’s just that when I get into an automobile I like to actually drive it.
Really be in control.
Make the decisions, decide my own fate.
You know what I mean?
Well, I checked the speed I was going at just to make sure I wasn’t exceeding the limit for that area and found that I was actually bang on the limit.
Result.
I continued at the same pace and soon found that my mind began to wander.
I knew that things had changed.
Understatement of the year alert.
I also knew that no matter what my new circumstances were, I still had to maintain my life, keep it functioning as normally as I could. But this was the thing, how could I do this?
Seriously.
Well, as it turned out, the choice wouldn’t entirely be mine.
But, that’s to come.
Back to the journey.
So I’m cruising along and I see a bit of a build up ahead of me. You know how it goes, some absolute idiot isn’t paying attention and ends up rear ending the car in front.
Not a big accident in itself, no major drama. But it does mean that the law enforcement services have to come out and corden off half of the road. This then has the domino effect of causing a backlog longer that a collapsed Eiffel tower.
I felt myself getting a little angry.
Road safety and prudent road awareness when driving was just a simpe basic thing that anyone who takes the wheel should do. Because, guess what, driving safely isn’t that difficult in truth.
Hey, if people want to drive like morons it’s up to them, but when it affects other motorists then that is just not cool.
I had somewhere to be, and I knew I couldn’t be late.
I pulled up towards the traffic and eased down the gears until I was at a near standstill. I felt a bead of sweat forming and then gradually rolling down my forehead.
Was it just the heat?
Couldn’t be. I had the air conditioning system at a nice cool temperature.
No, this was angry-sweat.
I knew I couldn’t lose my cool.
The last thing I needed was to draw attention to myself, possibly even from the cops, and then end up getting written up and being even later than I would at my current pace.
No, I needed to stay cool, calm, and everything would work out.
But, what if a cop did come to my car?
I imagined that I was back in the feminine form, all tits and ass, wearing tight short-shorts and a crop top.
What would a cop do then?
Would he go easy on me?
After all, with his big masculine figure, probably filling out his uniform to absolute perfection, wouldn’t his urge be to protect me?
Serve and protect, after all.
Or would he take against my bratty spoilt princess attitude and decide that I needed to feel the strong arm of the law?
I felt myself get hard at the thought of the cop,
who in my head I imagined as being over six foot, super buff and ripped, and wearing a uniform that left little to the imagination.
Yearning to be back in my female body, I fantasised of a situation where I was ordered out of the car and strip searched right there in the middle of the traffic, cars hooting and hollering at me as the crawled past in the traffic jam.
Maybe the cop would then take his firm grip to me, bend me over the bonnet and administer a hard, long spanking to my juicy bubble butt?
Of course, I would be moaning, squealing, begging him to stop…
But I would also be loving every moment of it, giving in to his masculine power – not that I had much of a choice – and hoping that after he was done pushing me he would put me on his own personal plan of correctional behaviour.
How about one hundred hours of community service and correction at his condo?
Well, as hot as all this was, at this stage it was still a fantasy.
But, it did pass the time and keep my mind distracted.
Now, the jam was easing and the cars were beginning to move.
I put the car into gear and slowly built up speed as I worked my way towards the turn off I needed to take to get me back on the route I needed to take to get to my destination.
Sure, I was still running late, and there probably would be consequences, but I had definitely enjoyed this diversion from a mental point of view. Really a big part of it showed me that I genuinely craved being a woman, and now that I had had a taste of what it could be like, I just wanted more – and I wouldn’t be truly happy until I got it.
I decided to turn the radio on.
After a bit of fiddling, I found a cool seeming station that promised a variety of eclectic hits from over the years.
Sure, why not, I thought.
Well, you won’t guess the name of the song that soon came on.
Go on, have a guess.
No?
Okay, I’ll tell you. It was I Fought The Law by English punk band The Clash. How appropriate, I considered, laughing a little out loud at the irony of it all.
Sometimes, a simple journey from A to B in a car can provide quite a lot of provocative material and experience. And this journey had been no different.
I knew it was true but couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud, even though I was alone in the car. I had been purposely waffling on in my head about a load of trivial stuff because I knew full well what would be happening when I got back to the dealership.
I would be going through the transformation door again.
This thought filled me with a rush of excitement, so much so that I wanted to take my cock out in the car as I drove and jerk it off as hard as I could. Certainly, I could feel my boner pressing hard against my panties.
Well, I pulled the car into the showroom carpark at the rear and entered, my legs trembling a little in nerves, anticipation, and excitement as what was to come.
**
Keeping my head down, I walked towards the transformation door and entered. Same as last time, a bright light, so so bright, and I was totally dazed, couldn’t see a thing, felt myself falling.
Black out.
I came round and even before I opened my eyes I felt my hands moving over my body. I was ready for this, my life was now only complete when I was a woman. I began to run my hands over my perky breasts and stiff nipples when suddenly…
Whooosh!
What the hell?
I opened my eyes to the sight and feel of cold water being fired at me at a rate of knots by Jennifer who was holding a large hosepipe.
I’ll say it again, what the actual hell?
“Hey! That’s freezing!” I shouted.
I took a moment to consider how great my super slutty feminine voice sounded.
I couldn’t take too long though as Jennifer blasted me again.
“You were late!” Jennifer bellowed. “And I told you not to be late! That was the one thing I said you snivelling little cock slut. Now position yourself over there, on all fours for me to inspect.”
With that I hauled myself off the reclining chair and got on all fours.
As I turned around on all fours I caught a glimpse of myself in the large floor to ceiling mirror.
I could see that my booty was sizeable, juicy but firm.
Exactly the kind that alpha men went for… the kind of alpha men that were sitting down on a large velvet sofa over in the corner?
What the hell?
I felt myself blush profusely as I clocked the large, professionally suited, muscular men sitting on the afore mentioned sofa. Each one looked like some kind of demi god, perfectly turned out and with a powerful aura of men who got what they wanted.
They had some snacks laid out in front of them with champagne of clear vintage.
I got the feeling though that it could be me on their menu.
“Right then, I see you have noticed the men,” Jennifer proclaimed. “Why don’t you follow me then and I’ll introduce you. Come on, stay on all fours and crawl at my side.”
I did what I was told, totally too scared to deviate from Jennifer’s instructions. As I crawled on all fours beside her leg I felt incredibly turned on, my breasts swinging a little bit in time to my movements, my hips swaying and my ass cheeks wobbling.
As I got closer I could see the men grinning, licking their lips in that seductive way an alpha god does when he is lining up his conquest.
I’ll be honest, I had long fantasised about this, being a woman at the mercy of a group of buff, horny, rich men in their prime. But was it happening now?
And in reality, did I want it to?
“Okay, boys, this is the latest of our gender swap feminization women,” Jennifer said.
The latest? I thought. Was I part of some on going project? It would certainly tie in with what Jennifer had said on my earlier experience.
“Now,” Jennifer continued. “What we have here is a very slutty, cock hungry, potential monster dick rider. As you can see, she is very compliant to orders, will happily be submissive to your needs, and has a body to die for – or should I say a body to spunk on and in?”
The men laughed and I could see from their tight suit trousers that they were aroused by both what Jennifer was saying and by me.
Then one of them spoke up.
“Let’s see her move her body for us!” He shouted.
Let me describe him for you.
His name was Flax and he was at least six foot two, had an upper class demeanour to him and rich, dark skin. His shoulders were broad and his thighs were practically bursting out of his tailored, magnetic blue suit trousers.
My eyes were drawn up his legs, past his thighs and towards his crotch.
Wow oh wow.
His dick-print was substantial to say the least. I swore I saw him move his cock up and down for my benefit as I looked at him.
I could feel my pussy tingle and my levels of excitement go into overdrive.
“Well,”” Jennifer said. Get that body to work and show Flax what you have.”
With that Jennifer put on some music via the electronic voice command system. It was a funky, hip hop rnb beat. Without giving it too much thought I began to crawl towards my big strong alpha man before standing before him and beginning to move my new female body as seductively as I could.
Turns out that with a female body I was a great mover.
I could see my feminine stomach and lithe waist were perfect for getting maximum impact while moving my hips to the beat.
I put one leg over Flax’s large thigh and began to pulse my crotch towards and then away from him. Things has moved on quickly and it momentarily shocked me at how much of a dirty little slut I was being.
But I could see from Flax’s face that I was doing something right.
Then, suddenly, Flax took matters into his own hands and in a way that was so masculine and commanding he put both of his hands on my petit shoulders and lifted me up in the air before throwing me over his shoul
der.
Wow, I felt so exposed, so subservient to the big man.
I looked up and could see that the other men, all muscular and well maintained like Flax, had begun to strip, their large eager cocks bulging and twitching out of their pristine white Armani jocks.
Again, I felt my entire body flush with a mixture of vulnerability, sexual excitement, and humiliation. I was loving every second of this and without thinking began to grind myself into Flax’s muscular shoulder. The truth was that I probably could have brought myself to orgasm right there. But I knew that the purpose of my existence in this experience was to satisfy the hungry, horny men.
I was a feminized slut, there for their enjoyment and satisfaction.
Flax then lifted me off his shoulder and put me over the edge of the velvet sofa.
At least it was a nice smooth surface for me to rest my body on.
I had a feeling I would be in this position for some time you see!
I wasn’t wrong.
Flax began, without much fuss or consideration for me, to push his absolute monster of a cock into my hot, wet pussy. I moaned loudly, truly loving what was happening, knowing that this was what I was put on this earth for. I looked up and saw Jennifer recording me on her phone, smiling and nodding approvingly.
I moaned louder and looked around as the other men moved in closer on me. Within seconds I had not one, but three large, swollen dick heads rubbing all around my mouth and my face. I took turns in swallowing them whole, licking around the large bell ends, spitting on them, doing what I could do to give them the perfect slutty experience that they, as alpha men, were owed.
The other men circled me and put their dicks in my hands and commanded me to jerk them, work their long cocks and keep them hard until it was their turn to either pummel my pussy or work my mouth over.
I felt so natural doing all this.
Suddenly I felt Flax increase his strokes and parting my large booty cheeks. As he came I could feel his super sperm flying up into me and all over my back, down my crack, and over my puckered asshole.
My eyes were rolling around everywhere, I was almost in a trance.
