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Subject: {ASSM} Wyatt's Fate (TG) [1/5]
Date: Tue,  4 Dec 2001 23:10:04 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's the sequel to STRANGE FANTASIES, and you really do need to 
have read that before this.  It should be reposted at the same time 
as this.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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WYATT'S FATE

Trisha Colton ran into the office of Emily Drasberg, ignoring the 
protests of the secretary who tried unsuccessfully to interpose 
herself between Trisha and the office door.  Trisha stopped cold when 
she saw Emily.  The woman was fantastic!  A platinum blonde bombshell 
with breasts that could've been on a centerfold in one of those 
"Juggs" type magazines.  They must've been an F cup at least.  Trisha 
had always been predominately attracted to men, but this woman was so 
beautiful that even her pussy was getting wet with just the sight of 
her.

Trisha stood there stunned as the secretary, a beautiful brunette, 
slipped in behind her, saying, "I'm sorry, miss Drasberg.  She 
charged past me before I could stop her."

"That's okay, Lana.  I'll handle it."  After the secretary left, 
Emily asked, "What can I do for you, miss Colton?"

Trisha realized she was still standing there stunned.  She was about 
to say something when a sudden realization came to her.  "You... know 
who I am?"

Emily smiled.  "You are the ex-wife to one Wyatt Colton, a recent 
hire of Drasberg's."

Trisha shook her head.  "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. 
Do you know what kind of scum my ex is?"

"He's been playing around on you practically since the day you two 
got home from the honeymoon.  He's steadfastly refused to help you 
get pregnant, and when you did get pregnant three months ago, he left 
you, but only after using a series of legal tricks to keep what 
should've been joint property out of your hands entirely."

Trisha was stunned that this woman knew so much about her.  "And you 
still hired him?"

Emily came out from behind the desk and said, "It was for those 
reasons that we hired him."  Trisha was mystified.  Emily took her by 
the hand and said, "Come with me."  Emily took her on a short tour of 
the building, then took her down to Emily's limo waiting for them in 
the garage.

Emily offered her a drink and when Trisha was sipping on the white 
wine, she asked, "Miss Drasberg, where are we going?"

"To a lab across town."

"Why?"

"Miss Colton, what do you know about nanotechnology?"

"What everybody knows, I guess.  They're little micromachines that 
can be used to accelerate the recovery process for major surgery. 
They're of limited effectiveness due to the limited memory capacity 
of the nanites."

"That's public nanites."  Emily leaned over conspiratorially and 
said, "What if I were to tell you that Drasberg's has access to 
advanced versions of the nanites that are capable of causing 
widespread, radical changes to the body in relatively short periods 
of time?"

"First, I'd want proof, then I'd have to ask why are you telling me this?"

"I believe you've had cause to work with plastic surgeons in the past?"

"Yes, I have.  As an office assistant to a psychiatrist who 
specializes in treating transsexuals, I have dealt with more than a 
few."

Emily shocked Trisha by suddenly removing her jacket, blouse, and 
bra.  She then said, "Miss Colton, would you say that these are 
natural or the result of plastic surgery?"

Trisha seemed hesitant at first, but eventually reached out and 
fondled the prodigious bosom of the lady executive, looking for the 
telltale signs of implants.  Eventually, she said, "If you have 
implants I can't find any evidence of them.  But so what?  Natural 
breasts as large as yours are unusual but not unheard of."

"But are natural breasts this large ever found on someone who also 
has this?"  Emily lifted her skirt.  Trisha looked, and saw, encased 
in panties, the clear sign of a rather large dick.

Trisha reached out, and, forgetting her manners, touched Emily's 
dick.  She felt it a bit, getting a moan from Emily.  Trisha blushed, 
but judging by the speed that Emily's dick got hard under her light 
touch, Trisha would've been hard pressed to say that this was the 
dick of a transsexual.  But Trisha looked at the rest of Emily.  If 
you knew what to look for, there were things that betrayed a 
transsexual as being a once male.  Nothing that couldn't be fixed 
with enough money and the right doctor (and if anyone had enough 
money and access to the right doctors, it'd be Emily Drasberg), but 
usually those things had to be combined with a proper hormone regimen 
which tended to render the penis less functional, and, at times, even 
sterile.

Trisha supposed that it was possible that Emily had gone the normal 
route and had just managed to luck out in response to the hormones 
and expertise of the doctors she went to.  But she was beginning to 
think it was possible that Emily had access to some advanced 
technology that gave her a body as fantastically beautiful and female 
as the one she had while allowing her to retain full male 
functionality.

"Okay," Trisha said, "I'm willing to believe your body is the result 
of nanites, but why tell me about it?  What does this have to do with 
my ex?"

Emily sat back.  "Miss Colton, eight months ago, your husband formed 
a sexual relationship with an employee of Drasberg's.  To her credit, 
she had no idea that he was married.  He used and exploited both her 
and her girlfriend, and when she refused to rearrange her life to 
suit his desires, he dropped her.  Now usually we only use the 
nanites to make people's lives better, but occasionally, we find a 
man like your husband who is just begging for punishment.  So we 
hired him to do just that."

"What are your plans for him?"

Emily smiled.  "You'll see when we get to the lab.  Would you turn away?"

"Why?"

"I'm afraid my body is very excitable, and right now I have a hard on 
like you wouldn't believe.  Normally I'd wait until we got to the lab 
and use the restroom, but I'm afraid your soft hands have gotten me 
too hot."

"You seem rather... honest about this."

"The advantages of being rich, miss Colton.  You can be blunt and 
most people excuse you.  If you feel too uncomfortable I think I can 
hold off, but I am in a bit of discomfort."

Trisha moved over and sat beside Emily.  She slid her hand under 
Emily's skirt and rubbed the she-male's dick through her panties. 
"If you wouldn't mind, I got you this hot, so I should finish the 
job."

Emily said, "You don't have to do this," but made no move to stop the 
younger woman.

"I know.  But I want to."  Trisha fondled Emily through her panties. 
After a bit, she reached under the elastic and pulled Emily's panties 
from around her dick.  Trisha took Emily's hard dick in hand and 
stroked it for a while.  She and Emily kissed and Trisha went to her 
knees before the executive.  Emily moved her hands up and took her 
breasts in hand and massaged them as Trisha gently licked and sucked 
her dick.  It was only a little while before she was bucking wildly 
and spraying into Trisha's mouth.

When she finished, Trisha climbed up beside her and they embraced. 
They pulled up in front of a clinic, and Emily hastily got dressed. 
They got out of the limo and went inside.  Emily escorted her to an 
office where another beautiful, big breasted woman sat in front of a 
computer terminal that sat under a large window, looking into a room 
which held an M.R.I. machine.  The machine was running with someone 
inside it.  "Ms. Trisha Colton, may I introduce Lisa Adams?  Lisa, 
this is the spurned wife."

Lisa said, "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Colton."

"Same here.  So why did you bring me here?"

Emily said, "Surely you know your husband?" and pointed into the room.

Trisha looked into the room.  The fact of the matter was, in a 
hospital gown and with only his legs visible, Wyatt looked like any 
other nondescript patient.  "Why are you giving him an M.R.I.?"

"The M.R.I. is part of a comprehensive physical we're giving your 
husband.  At least that's what we've told him.  The real reason is 
because combined with the M.R.I. is a Transmental Implantation 
Device."

Trisha was shocked and amazed.  As the office assistant to a fairly 
experienced as well as fairly successful psychiatrist, she knew about 
Mental Implantation Devices, a device that could be used to implant 
learned behaviors into a willing subject.  In her experience it had 
been used to give skills like make-up application and feminine 
deportment to transsexuals who had not had the benefit of growing up 
and learning through the normal methods.  She had also heard rumors 
of the Transmental version, a device that could actually implant 
regardless of the willingness of the subject.  It was basically a 
super-hypnotizer.

"What are you going to do to him?"

Emily handed her a clipboard with some papers on it.  "This is the 
program he'll be undergoing as well as the body we'll be changing him 
into."

Trisha looked over the sheets.  "Why the urge to eat more fatty meats?"

"The nanites need fats and protein as fuel and building materials, 
just like our own bodies do.  Increasing his intake will speed the 
transformation."

As Trisha looked over the papers, Lisa asked, "Any suggestions for 
other changes?"

She looked at the body her husband was soon to own.  She looked up at 
Lisa and asked, "Can you get him pregnant?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

Emily said, "Actually, there just might be something that can be 
done.  Top secret, though, so I can't discuss it till we're ready to 
use it."

"That's good enough for me."

************

Wyatt walked into the secretarial pool.  A month ago, he would've 
refused this job outright, but that was before his vindictive bitch 
of a wife had blackballed him from every decent job he wanted and 
needed.  Since he had liquidated and moved most of his property out 
of the country to keep her hands off it, he had been nearly broke. 
And he couldn't get his property without her lawyers finding it.  So 
he had to take this menial job until the heat died down.

He walked into his new office where dozens of other people, both men 
and women worked.  He stepped up to the first desk and asked the man 
there, "I'm a new hire, where do I go to work?"

"Has the boss oriented you?"

"No."

"Don't worry.  It's just where she takes you around to all the places 
you have to know to work effectively.  And Lisa is a real pussycat, 
at least as long as you get all your work done."

"Okay, where is she?"

The man pointed to a door and said, "Office right over there."

Wyatt thanked him and went over to the office.  He told the executive 
secretary working there who he was and she announced him over the 
intercom.  Then she told him to go right in.

He walked right in and was shocked to see who his new boss was. 
Lisa, the girl he had so unceremoniously dumped eight months ago just 
because she wouldn't make herself available on his schedule.  He 
gulped, wondering how she'd react to his presence.

But when she looked up at him it was only with a bright smile. 
"Wyatt!  Long time no see!  Imagine you coming to work here for me." 
She gave him a mock frown.  "You know, I was very disappointed when 
you just dumped me without even calling.  Naughty, naughty boy."  Her 
smile returned.  "Ah, well.  Let's let bygones be bygones."

"You don't seem too upset about what I did."

"Oh, I admit if I'd've gotten you into my clutches in the couple 
weeks after you'd dumped me, I would've made your life a living hell. 
But now I've got a good job, a great boyfriend, a great girlfriend. 
It's just not worth the effort to worry about you."

"Okay."  Wyatt was relieved to hear that she wasn't mad at him, but 
he had also been strangely disappointed when he heard that she had a 
new boyfriend,and he wondered why.  She was just another skirt, 
wasn't she?  Even with being his boss.  But as she escorted him 
through the building, he couldn't help but remember their sexual 
encounters together.  After she brought him back to the pool, he 
excused himself and went to the bathroom and jacked off, visualizing 
fucking Lisa in the ass.

The rest of the day went normally, except he kept seeing Lisa's dick 
in his mind.  And when he did, his mouth watered to taste it.  That 
night, he dreamed of having wild sex with Lisa.

Over the next week, he was unable to keep his mind on his job.  And 
it really hit home on Saturday.  That day, Lisa was scrambling to get 
all her work done and he asked one of his co-workers why.  He was 
devastated when the man told her that Lisa's boyfriend was the star 
quarterback for the Denver Broncos and she flew to wherever the game 
was being played to spend the weekend with him.  He spent his weekend 
tied up in knots, wishing it could be him with Lisa.

When he went into work next Tuesday, Lisa called him into the office. 
"Wyatt, is there something wrong?"

"Wrong?  Why would you say that?"

"Because your work isn't up to par.  You scored far higher on the 
tests we had you take then your work is showing.  I'd hate to think 
we'll have to let you go so soon."

"It's just..."  Wyatt hadn't wanted to say anything about his 
obsession, but found himself blurting out, "Oh, god, I want to fuck 
you."

"I... see.  I'm glad you brought this to my attention.  I'll arrange 
to have you transferred to another supervisor right away."

"No!  Please.  It won't help.  I know you'll still be in the building."

Lisa seemed to consider it.  "Are you willing to travel?  I could 
have you transferred to another state."

"Please.  If I could have sex with you, I'm sure I could keep my mind 
on my job."

"Wyatt, I told you.  I have a boyfriend."

"But you have sex with another girl.  Can't you have sex with another guy?"

Lisa considered it.  "There might be a way...  Naw, you'd never go 
for it.  Better to just transfer you."

"No, please.  I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Okay, I'll explain and leave it up to you.  My girlfriend works in 
another part of the building and although we try to get together for 
lunch, it doesn't always happen, so my dick gets a little anxious for 
a tight hole to jump into."

"I could give you all the blowjobs you want."

"Wyatt, you have a nice mouth, but it's not all that tight."

"Oh, you want to..."

"Fuck you.  See, I knew you wouldn't go for it.  I'll arrange for 
your transfer."

"No, I didn't say that.  It's just...  The idea takes some getting used to."

"Well, I'll tell you what.  I'll let you think about it all day and 
if you decide you are willing to get fucked, then at the end of the 
day, come in here, drop your pants, and get up on my couch on your 
hands and knees."

"Uh, okay.  But will I ever get to fuck you again?"

"If you're a good lay, and make an honest effort to please me 
whenever I want it, then Fridays at lunch I'll let you fuck me."

Wyatt left the office and tried to do his job, but the more he 
thought about Lisa's offer, the harder his erection got.  He had to 
go to the bathroom three times that day to masturbate, but it barely 
helped.  And when five o'clock rolled around and everybody left, he 
returned to Lisa's office, dropped his pants and climbed up on the 
couch.  Lisa got up behind him and slid her finger into his anus.

Wyatt thought he'd hate it, but from the second her finger penetrated 
his sphincter, he felt a wave of pleasure shoot through his body. 
She wiggled her finger inside him and he nearly lost it.  But when 
she pushed her dick inside of him, he did orgasm, spraying his load 
on her couch.  She ignored his orgasm and proceeded to fuck him until 
she came in his ass.  Wyatt felt that would be it, but she just kept 
pumping.

As he neared a second orgasm, she slowed down and asked, "Do you 
remember what you said about who gets fucked?"

Wyatt whimpered, "Yes."

"What was it?"

Wyatt gulped and said, "Only bitches get fucked."

"I guess this makes you my bitch.  Do you want to be my bitch?" 
Wyatt whimpered.  "Well?"

Wyatt whispered, "Yes."

"I can't hear you."

"Yes!"

Lisa picked up the pace and fucked Wyatt passionately until they both 
came.  After they were finished, and he had pulled his pants back up, 
she said, "Wyatt, just to make it clear, this is only about sex. 
Don't expect any special favors."  To which, Wyatt could only nod.

That week, practically every lunch and after work, Lisa called him 
into her office and fucked him up the ass.  That Friday, she allowed 
him to fuck her up the ass as she promised.

But it was when he went home that night, that he was really shocked. 
He was stripping down for his shower when he noticed the area around 
his nipples was swollen and rounded.  He looked in the mirror and it 
looked like he had small breasts.  He wanted to deny it, and refused 
to even touch or look at his chest that night.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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