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Subject: {ASSM} Wyatt's Fate (TG) [4/5]
Date: Wed,  5 Dec 2001 00:10:04 -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.

Wyatt's Fate, pt. 4

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 
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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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That week passed "normally", which unfortunately, had come to mean 
more changes.  By Friday, he was 38-30.5-36.5 with an E cup, and his 
dick, when Lisa measured it, was only 2 1/2 inches.  He fucked Lisa 
with his dildo that evening, and spent the weekend alone as usual.

Monday evening, when he took a shower, the restraint felt loose and 
he slipped his fingers into it.  He was surprised when it slipped 
right off.  Apparently his now 2 inch hard-on was no longer long 
enough to be held in place anymore.  At least not when he was soft.

After he got out of the shower, he took a hand mirror he had and 
looked at his crotch.  His dick (except for its small size) was 
unchanged, but his balls seemed flatter, and there was a crack 
between them.  He pushed his finger into the crack, and was surprised 
when it slipped in up to its base.

He had a cunt!  A slit that could be fucked like any woman!

He got the dildo and slid it in as far as he could.  When he met 
resistance, there was only two inches of dildo sticking out of him.

He had originally only intended to measure how much cunt he had, but 
there was something very pleasurable in the feeling of fullness in 
his cunt.  He put on a pair of panties over it and walked around for 
the rest of the evening with the dildo inside him.  And before he 
went to sleep, he grabbed the dildo through his panties and fucked 
himself till he came, all without touching his dick.

When he went into the doc's office the next day, the doc looked over 
the notebook and noticed the cunt that Wanda had written down.  He 
gave her a quick exam, and said, "Okay, this is getting serious.  Are 
you still using the restraint?"

"I can't anymore.  My dick is too small to be held by it.  But I am 
still sitting down to pee."

"Let me see."

Wanda shrugged but went into the bathroom, sat down, and released a 
little trickle into the bowl.  When he came out, the doctor was 
shaking his head.  "What?"

"First, you used the men's room.  Secondly, although you sat down, 
you didn't wipe when finished.  A primary importance with your new 
vagina.  I'm prescribing another session in the M.I.D."

The doctor wrote out a prescription, and Lisa rushed Wanda upstairs. 
Wanda got into the chair and was strapped in.  This time, the session 
ran long and he fell asleep.

When Wanda awoke, it was to Lisa shaking her arm.  "Wanda, are you okay?"

Wanda reached up and removed the strap from her head.  "Yes, love, I 
am."  Wanda leaned over and kissed her lover.  "What time is it?"

"Almost noon."

Wanda grinned salaciously.  She reached down and stroked Lisa through 
her skirt.  "Want to go somewhere for a quickie?  I mean the only 
thing I've felt in my cunny so far is my dildo."

Lisa took Wanda to the bathroom, put her on the counter and fucked 
her brains out.  A few people walked in and saw them, but Wanda 
didn't care, and was tempted to ask them to join in.

That evening, before she went to bed, she pulled a nightie out of the 
closet.  She had to remove the tags, and wondered briefly why she had 
been refusing to wear nighties and sleep in the nude.  Whatever it 
had been she now realized how silly she had been.  Nighties were just 
so... girly.

When she went in to fuck Lisa that Friday, she asked, "Mind if you 
just fuck me some more?  I just don't seem to have an interest in 
fucking you anymore."

Wanda said, "I figured on this happening," and pulled a double dildo 
out of her desk.

Wanda squealed with glee.  Lisa worked one end into her ass and got 
on the couch, draping her leg over the back.  Wanda took the other 
end of the dildo in hand, straddled it, and slid down upon it.  She 
leaned back and started grinding her hips against Lisa.  Lisa 
responded in kind until the two came together, spraying into the air, 
covering themselves with their own cum.

"God, that was fantastic," Wanda said.

"How big are you now?  In the bosom, I mean."

"I'm up to an F cup now."

"That makes you bigger than me."

"I noticed, but I didn't want to say anything.  Does it displease you?"

"On the contrary.  I love your big tits."

Wanda smiled and leaned forward.  The two hugged, and Wanda started 
grinding the dildo into Lisa again until they had another cum 
together.

That Sunday, Wanda noticed something.  She had been finger fucking 
herself, but when she came, nothing came out.  The cum hadn't felt 
any different, and she thought she felt something spray out of her 
tiny little clitty, but there was nothing on her hand.  She stuck her 
entire finger inside herself, getting it covered in sticky goo and 
pulled it out and tasted it.  Her fingers not only tasted of cunny 
lube (which she had been producing since she got a cunt), but of 
semen.  "This is so weird," she thought to herself.  "I'm coming into 
myself."  Strangely, she wasn't concerned, just intrigued.

When she went in to the doctor's the next day, he seemed very 
concerned.  "We've tried everything we could, including a total 
psychological make-over and still the changes proceed apace."

"Is it really that big a deal anymore?" Wanda asked.  "I mean I've 
now got a cunt.  My clit is barely an inch long at its hardest, and 
I'm up to a G cup now."

"Humor me."  Wanda shrugged.  "Tell me about your week, both of you." 
The two quickly went over their week, and when Lisa told him about 
how she got ready on Saturday to go out of town, the doctor turned to 
Wanda and asked her, "How do you feel about Lisa leaving you every 
weekend?"

"I miss her, of course."

"That may be it.  Wanda is jealous of your relationship with your 
boyfriend, and is keeping the changes going to attempt to gain more 
attention from you."

"So what do we do?  I'm not about to give up my boyfriend."

"I don't think we'll need anything that drastic.  But I think you 
could do her a world of good if you invited her along.  Would that be 
possible?"

"If she's willing.  Shawn, my boyfriend, is always willing to have me 
bring a friend along."

"Then it's settled.  And hopefully by next week, the changes will 
have stopped."

The week proceeded normally, except on Saturday, Wanda was just as 
anxious to get her work done as Lisa was.  They flew to Miami and 
took a limo straight to the field.  As soon as they walked into the 
locker room, the entire team yelled a greeting to Lisa.  Lisa 
introduced Wanda to the team, then went off with Shawn.  After about 
fifteen minutes, she came back and took Wanda out to the bleachers at 
the sidelines, and they watched the game.  The Broncos, led by Shawn, 
won 35 to 17.

When they went back into the locker room, Shawn hefted Lisa onto his 
shoulder and said, "Let's hear it for Lucky Lisa!" and the entire 
team cheered.  Lisa and Shawn then went into the coach's office for 
some more private time.

While they were gone, Wanda got a chance to watch all the hard bodies 
of the team get undressed.  At one point, one of the team members, a 
large black man dressed only in a towel, came over and asked, "Hi, 
you as hot to trot as Lisa's other friend, April?"

Wanda felt her pussy grow wet.  Wanda surprised herself by saying, 
"I'm hotter."

The man sat beside her and kissed her lightly.  But Wanda wouldn't 
let it go at that.  She forced her body into his and savaged his 
mouth.  He grabbed her breast and stroked it firmly.  She moaned and 
went to her back, pulling the man on top of her.  She felt his hand 
go into her panties and rip them off.  And Wanda loved it!  The man 
used one hand to flip her skirt up and lay atop her.  She felt his 
dick enter her pussy, filling her fuller than anything she had felt 
before.  He was only as long as Lisa, but thicker even than her dildo.

As he fucked her, she moaned and thrashed underneath him.  At one 
point, she looked to her right and saw a dick in front of her face. 
Not even caring that she didn't know who it belonged to, she opened 
her mouth and sucked it in.  As the two guys fucked her, they rolled 
her on her side, and she felt a dick pressed into her ass.  She had 
never felt more fulfilled in her life.

Soon, the guy in her cunt sprayed inside of her.  He pulled out and 
before Wanda even had a chance to relax, she felt another dick enter 
her cunt.  Then the guy in her ass and in her mouth came at almost 
the same time.  And when they pulled out, they, too were quickly 
replaced by two other dicks.

It went on like this for longer than Wanda could say.  Every time a 
dick left her, it was quickly replaced by another.  And no dick left 
her without filling her with a load of cum.  Finally things tapered 
off and Wanda found herself laying on the bench, cum dripping from 
every orifice on her body.

She looked up and saw Lisa smiling down at her.  "Did you have fun?"

Wanda smiled contentedly.  "Oh, yes, I loved it.  Want to top me off?"

"Maybe later.  The limo is waiting for us outside.  Why don't you go 
get cleaned up, then go outside and wait for me while I say good bye 
to Shawn?"

"Okay."  Wanda got up, pulled up her panties, cleaned her face off, 
fixed her make-up and went outside.

After she left, Shawn asked, "What's wrong, hun?  You look concerned."

"She wasn't supposed to love that.  She was supposed to find her sex 
drive uncontrollable, but there was supposed to be enough left of 
Wyatt that she'd hate herself for being such a slut."

Shawn kissed her.  "Apparently Wyatt is a bigger slut than you give 
him credit for.  Anyways, feel free to get the team involved again 
the next time you want to punish someone by gang banging them."

Lisa kissed Shawn back then went outside.  She saw Wanda in the front 
seat of the limo, and from the looks of her position, Lisa guessed 
that she was giving the driver a blowjob.  As Lisa approached the 
limo, she heard the driver cum and Wanda crawled backwards out of the 
driver's seat.

She just smiled as Lisa approached and got into the back seat with 
her.  Wanda tried to get Lisa to have some sex with her, but Lisa 
said, "Sleep, Wyatt," and the Wanda/Wyatt combo fell asleep.  When 
they got to the airport, Lisa shook Wanda awake.  They flew home, and 
Lisa sent Wanda home, and went straight to the office of Emily 
Drasberg to report what had happened.

When she got there, Emily and Trisha (who had been hired by Emily 
after Wyatt's transformation was underway) were working together. 
Lisa quickly explained what had gone on with Wyatt.  Trisha frowned, 
saying, "He's supposed to suffer."

Emily said, "What we have planned next should do it."

"And if it doesn't?"

"We install a back-up plan."

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

Wanda woke up the next day and took her measurements as usual.  She 
wasn't surprised, but a little disappointed when her measurements 
were frozen at what they were the day before.  She had stopped 
changing and part of her wanted more.  She realized, however, that 
her body, at 38-28.5-38.5 with  an H cup, was far more fantastic a 
woman's body than most natural born women.

After a quick shower, she went to get dressed.  While standing in 
front of the closet full of dresses a thought came to her.  Lisa had 
shelled out a lot of money for her wardrobe, and Wanda felt a little 
guilty about taking advantage of her generosity.  Due to her 
expanding bosom, they had had to replace Wanda's wardrobe three times 
from the lingerie up.  Wanda didn't know how Lisa could afford it, 
but even if Lisa could absorb the costs, Wanda wanted to own her own 
clothes outright.

The question was how.  There was no way she could afford to pay Lisa 
anymore than a few dollars every couple weeks out of her own 
paycheck, and Trisha's lawyers were still searching too avidly for 
Wyatt's property for her to have any chance of getting that. 
Besides, she'd have to liquidate all Wyatt had just to have any 
chance of repaying Lisa.

Wanda decided to go for a walk to try to figure out some way of 
getting a lot of money fast.  She paid little attention to where she 
was going and before she knew it, she was wandering through one of 
the seedier areas of town.  She looked up and saw a sign that said, 
"GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!" and beneath that, in smaller print, "Strippers 
and prostitutes."

Wanda looked at the pictures of the women who worked there and 
thought, "I've got a better body than they do."  So she went inside 
to see if she could get a job.

Inside she saw a man sitting at a table counting out money.  He 
looked up, saw Wanda, and a wide grin spread across his face.  "Can I 
help you?" he asked.

"I'm looking for a job."

He looked her up and down.  "You've certainly got the body for it. 
Let me see what you've got."  He waved his hand at the stage.  Wanda 
quickly got up on the stage.  She had never danced before, but, as a 
guy, she had gone to more than a few strip clubs, and did her best to 
emulate the dancers she remembered.  After she was finished and 
standing in nothing more than her panties, the man said, "Not bad.  A 
little rough, but you definitely show promise."

"Thanks.  Do I get a job?"

"Easily.  Now do you want just a job as stripper?  Or do you want a 
job as a stripper-prostitute?"

Wanda was about to say just a stripper, but a sudden image of being 
gang banged again flashed through her head and her pussy, already wet 
from stripping, was soaked in her own cum.  This was too good an 
opportunity to pass up.  She'd be getting paid to have all the sex 
she could want.  Quickly she said, "I'll be a prostitute as well."

"Okay.  I'll need your ID."  Wanda fished her ID out of her purse and 
handed it to him.  He took it, stuck it in a machine, then said, 
"Okay, before you can start as a prostitute, you'll need an update on 
your DDF."

"DDF?  The Drug and Disease Free rating?  Isn't the computer database 
automatically updated with every blood work?"

"Yes, and this shows your last blood tests were performed 6 weeks 
ago.  But since the Constitutional amendment legalizing prostitution, 
the oldest profession has also become one of the most regulated as 
well.  In order to be a prostitute, you need to have a DDF update no 
older than one month.  And this particular establishment requires it 
every two weeks."

"So I don't get the job?"

"I can employ you as a stripper, but until you get your DDF updated, 
I can't have you as a prostitute.  If you go out and get tested 
today, it should take between a week and ten days to get the blood 
work processed."

Wanda was crestfallen.  "I have to wait a week?"

"If you have a doctor you can trust, he could get it processed 
sooner.  He could put a priority mark on it."

"Thanks."

"Can you start today as a stripper?  One of my girls quit yesterday."

"What time?"

"7 PM."

"I'll be here."

Wanda ran straight from the club to doctor Carter's office.  She 
asked the receptionist if the doctor would be available for a quick 
consultation, and was told to wait.  After a few minutes she was 
shown into the office.  "Now, miss Colton, what was so important that 
it couldn't wait till our regular appointment tomorrow?"

"First I wanted to inform you that all my changes have stopped.  But 
I also wanted to ask if you would be willing to do a wrap-up series 
of blood tests so that we can be sure nothing else is going on."

"Sounds good.  I can schedule you for more work on Wednesday."

"Could we do it today?'

"I suppose, but why?"

"Well, there's this job I'd like to get, but it requires me to have a 
more up to date DDF rating."

"Okay.  We wouldn't want to slow your pursuit of commercial gain. 
But, if I may ask, why have you decided to become a prostitute?"

"How did you know?"

"Your last set of work is only 6 weeks old.  The only professions 
that require a DDF more recent than that are prostitutes and certain 
branches of the medical fields that work with infectious or risky 
substances.  If you had the background to be in the medical fields 
you wouldn't be working as a secretary at Drasberg's."

"Good point.  I chose it because it just sounds so exciting."

"Okay.  I'll send you to the lab today."  The doc checked his 
computer.  "Will 1 PM be okay?  I'm afraid this really isn't an 
emergency."

"That'll be fine."

"Now would you like to try being a prostitute on your own, or would 
you like a session in the M.I.D. to give you all the necessary 
skills?"

"You can do that?"

"Sure."

"I'd love that.  I'm also going to try stripping, can you make me a 
world class stripper?"

The doctor wrote out a prescription.  "This'll cover both 
professions.  You can take it upstairs right now."

Wanda grabbed the little piece of paper and with a quick, "Thanks," 
ran upstairs.  She handed the slip over and was shown to a chair. 
Wanda went through the now familiar process of getting her mind 
changed.

Then they told her, "Finished," and led her to another room.  Inside 
were a half dozen people, 4 women and 2 men.  The nurse who brought 
her in said, "We like to test the implanted skills, so," one of the 
women pressed the play button on a CD player, "show us what you got."

As the sounds of exotic music wafted through the room, Wanda found 
her body moving almost of its own accord.  She went along with it and 
started removing her clothes.  She could tell that her dance was much 
better than what had occurred earlier that day.  She used her hands 
much more suggestively and her movements were more rhythmical and 
sensual.

When she was down to her panties, one of the men waved her over, put 
a twenty in her hand and said, "Suck my dick."  As soon as she looked 
at the money, Wanda came.  But she did what she was paid for, and 
gave the man the best blowjob she ever had given.  She was then 
handed bill after bill and Wanda found herself compelled to do 
whatever was asked of her.  She sucked each dick and cunt in the room 
at least once.  She was also fucked multiple times, and she was now 
enough of a connoisseur to tell that she was being fucked by both 
real and plastic cocks.

After they were finished, one of the women said, "You can get dressed 
now," as she left the room.

Wanda felt used, but for some reason, she couldn't even contemplate 
not doing this.  She put the money on a table and got dressed.  After 
she was finished, she took the time to count the money and was 
amazed.  There was almost $400 here!  Suddenly all the use she had 
suffered was worth it.  If she could make this much every day, she'd 
have bought her wardrobe from Lisa in no time at all.  Before she 
left, she unbuttoned a few extra buttons on her blouse, and strode 
out proudly.
-- 
"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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