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Subject: {ASSM} Drasberg Files-Kathy and Dan(a) (tg) [5/5]
Date: Fri,  7 Dec 2001 09:10:04 -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.

THREE DAYS LATER...

Her name was Wanda Colton, part-time stripper and prostitute. 
Originally she had been a target of Drasberg's 'Shadow Division'. 
She used to be a man, and, as a man, she had used and exploited 
women, including one of Drasberg's up and coming young executives. 
Then she had a break up with her wife, and, rather than go through 
the legal procedures she should have, took all her possessions, 
liquidated them and moved the money into international accounts.

So she had been taken and transformed into a big breasted 
stripper/prostitute.  But she had surprised them all by loving it, so 
they forced her into a secretarial position under her ex-wife.  There 
she realized how she had hurt her wife and finally grew up, 
particularly after they used the pregnancy device on her.  They had 
offered to let her return to being Wyatt after she gave birth, but 
she turned them down.  She liked what she had become, and knew that 
the pain she had suffered in transition was deserved for what she had 
done to others.

But NOTHING she had done compared to what Eric Lawrence and his 
cronies had done.  So when they explained and asked her to be the 
vessel of revenge, she had agreed.  She had just finished a dance in 
a bar Eric frequented, and had sent a message to his table asking him 
to come to her dressing room.

She heard a knock on the door and said, "Enter."

The door opened and Eric walked in.  "Wicked Wanda?"  Her stage name. 
"You asked to see me?"

Wanda, still naked, turned to face him.  She had one breast in hand 
and had two fingers in her cunt.  "Yes.  Ever since I saw you 
earlier, I've been so horny, and was wondering if you'd be willing to 
fuck me."

Eric almost tore his clothes off getting naked.  Wanda stood and he 
rushed over and grabbed her.  He bent over, plastered his lips to her 
nipple and began sucking.  After just a few seconds, he said, "You've 
got milk."

"Yes.  I gave birth about a year ago."  She pressed his head back to 
her bosom.  "So just suck to your heart's content."

As he sucked, she smiled.  Earlier that day, her breast milk had been 
laced with Eric's nanites.  Since she had nanites of her own, they 
were ineffective against her, and would be flushed from her system in 
twelve hours.  But until then her breast milk would transfer them to 
whoever drank it.  She also knew that his partners in crime were also 
getting doses of their own, most of them from doctored drinks, but a 
few from others like her, whose lactating breasts had been laced with 
nanites.

As he sucked, he pushed her back onto the couch, then crawled on top 
of her.  She guided his cock into her cunt, and he slammed into her. 
He started banging, showing no skill and no desire to learn.  His sex 
was as crude as his outlook on life.  But Wanda was a trained hooker, 
and despite the fact that she was getting nothing out of it, moaned 
and thrashed like he was the best lover in the world.  It only took a 
little while before he was cumming, and she was faking an orgasm 
right alongside him.

Afterwards, he asked, "Was it good for you?"

Lying, she said, "Oh, yeah, baby, the best."

He smiled and got up.  As he dressed, he asked, "Can we do this again 
some time?"

"Any time I'm working this bar and you're interested."  It was a 
loaded statement.  She wasn't ever going to be working this bar 
again, and, starting tomorrow when the nanites kicked in, he'd 
probably never be interested in her again.

After he left, a tall black man, Wanda's boyfriend, Taylor, who had 
been nearby just in case, came in.  "Was he really the best?" he 
asked.

Wanda snorted.  "He wasn't even the best of the worst."  Then she 
gave her boyfriend a look she knew drove him wild.  "And since he 
didn't satisfy me, why don't you come over here and help."

Taylor grinned as he took off his pants.

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

THE NEXT DAY...

Eric was at his office, restless from a lack of sleep.  He had been 
plagued by strange dreams all night, and had slept fitfully, even 
waking a few times during the night.  He had been dreaming (thanks to 
the nanites) of having sex with she-males, chicks with dicks.  In and 
of itself, not too strange.  He had been dreaming of sex with men and 
she-males since his teens.  His gay bashing was an attempt to cover 
that up.  But last night, he had dreamed about being on the receiving 
end of the sex, of receiving dicks up his ass.

He almost jumped out of his skin when his VP in charge of Sales, Nash 
Lloyds, one of the fellow members of his gay bashing group, knocked 
on the door that adjoined their offices.  The door opened, and Nash 
peeked his head in.  "Eric, it's time to go over the McCormick file."

"Okay."  After Nash stepped in, Eric commented, "You look like shit."

Nash gave him a weak smile and said, "Bad dreams last night."

Eric just grunted as Nash came over and they began to discuss various 
aspects of their accounts.  As they finished, Nash was saying, "And 
that should double our profit-" then their eyes caught each other as 
their programming took hold at full force.  Each suddenly found the 
other to be the most fascinating thing in the world.  Before they 
knew what was happening, their lips were pressed together and they 
were openly frenching.

Eric swept everything off his desk and stood up, his lips still stuck 
to Nash's.  Both dropped their pants, and Eric lay on top of his 
desk, face down, his legs off the edge.  Nash got between Eric's 
legs, put his dick to Eric's butt, and slammed in.  As he slammed 
against his boss, he started slapping Eric's ass, saying things like, 
"You like this, fag-boy?" and "Take it like a bitch, sissy!"  And 
Eric loved it!  The worse Nash treated him, the hotter Eric got. 
Soon they were both shooting their wads, Eric onto the floor and Nash 
into Eric.

Afterwards they sat together on the edge of the desk, each with their 
arms around the other's waist, and their hand on the other's dick. 
Finally, Nash said, "I guess this makes us fags."

"Mm-hmm."

"We can't let the other guys know about this.  We'll have to hide this."

Eric turned to Nash, about to agree, but instead, he found himself 
kissing his co-worker.  "Oh, god, I can't keep my hands off of you. 
There's no way I can hide this."

"So what are we going to do?"

Suddenly, Eric's dreams flashed through his head, and he said, "We'll 
get you breast implants!  A few sessions with the M.I.D. and you'll 
be able to pass as my girlfriend, then later, wife."

Then Nash's dreams ran through his head.  He had had strange dreams 
about growing breasts, then being in a white wedding dress and 
marrying a man.  At the time, he had waken in a cold sweat, but now 
the idea didn't seem so radical.  Nash stared into the eyes of his 
boss/lover and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Eric quickly made a call then rushed Nash to a private clinic he had 
used before.  Before he had always brought only women here, and had 
them surgically transformed into a big busted sex kitten for his use. 
Then when he finished with her, he'd 'graciously' give her the body, 
not even caring that the woman usually wound up having trouble ever 
being taken seriously again due to the fact that she now looked like 
a porn star.  The doctors were thus a little surprised when they saw 
who Eric had brought, and even more surprised when they found out he 
was to be given the 'standard' package.  But these people (even more 
than standard medical personnel) were paid to do a service, so they 
willingly complied.

Nash was moved into a surgery room, strapped to a table, and gassed 
into unconsciousness.  They strapped an M.I.D. programmer to his 
forehead and activated the regular program.  What they didn't know 
was that the people at the Drasberg Corporation who were interested 
in Eric and his group knew about this place, and a special program 
was being implanted into Nash's head.  It was a program designed to 
interface with the nanites in his body to change his intellect to 
their design.

Outside, Eric asked, "How long till he heals entirely?"

"He'll be fully healed by 9 PM tonight."

"Any way to accelerate the healing?"

"Not with current technology."

Eric nodded.  He actually knew that, but he was so hot for this, it 
was clouding his judgment.  He also knew that he was lucky for 
nanotechnology.  Before nanites were invented, even something as 
simple as breast implants could take days to heal properly, and only 
so much surgery could be done at a time, or it'd overwhelm the body. 
Now, multiple surgeries could be done at once, and the patient would 
be totally recovered in just hours.  Eric left the clinic almost 
drooling.  In less than a half day he'd be sucking on Nash's tits 
while getting his ass fucked.

Eric was unable to concentrate on work that day.  When 5 o'clock 
rolled around, Eric almost forgot that he had a meeting with his 
group of gay bashers.  He left wondering how he'd word leaving them. 
There was no way he could continue on with them now that he knew he 
was gay.  He thought up a suitable explanation, just before entering 
the house that served as their headquarters.

When he did go in, he was shocked.  The three other members of the 
group, Pat, George, and Steve, were all naked.  Pat was on his back 
on a table.  George was between his legs fucking his ass.  And Steve 
was standing by his head, getting his dick sucked.  When they saw him 
walk in, Steve said, "We've all discovered we're really homosexuals. 
Our gay bashing was just a cover.  And if you don't like it, tough 
shit."

"Not like it?" Eric asked while stripping to the buff.  "I've 
discovered the same thing."  It was the nature of their programming 
that none of them questioned that they had all "discovered" their 
homosexuality at the same time, and no one said a thing as Eric came 
over and pulled Steve from Pat's mouth.  He then stuck his own dick 
into Pat's mouth while putting Steve at his ass.

Four hours later, while the foursome were still engaged in their 
orgy, Nash woke up.  The first thing he did was sit up, his chest 
shifting strangely as he moved.  He looked down, seeing massive 
globes hanging from his frame.  He got up and walked over to a mirror 
on the wall.  What he saw there scared him senseless.  There was 
nothing left of his old male self in that mirror.  It wasn't just him 
with breasts.  His hips and butt had been expanded and rounded.  The 
hair on his legs and arms had been removed, and he somehow knew 
permanently.  His face had had major work done on it and lacked all 
the hard male lines he used to have.  Even his hair had been styled 
into a nice feminine bob.  He looked almost completely a woman.  Only 
his dick remained mind anyone of when he walked into the clinic 
earlier that day.

Suddenly images of him getting married in a dress flashed through his 
mind, but this time, rather than excitement and intrigue, all he felt 
was fear.  He still wanted to spend the rest of his life with Eric, 
but he was a guy, despite how he looked.  But he had no problem with 
how he looked.  He didn't understand it, but, although he was a man 
who looked like a she-male porn star, that didn't bother him in the 
slightest.

In fact, he reached up and fondled his breasts a bit, experiencing a 
wave of pleasure causing his cock to snap to attention.  Leaving his 
left hand on his left breast, he took his dick in hand and pumped and 
fondled himself to orgasm where he was spraying all over the mirror. 
After he was finished, he strode to the closet to see what clothes he 
had been left.

He found a frilly, black, slut dress, with a bra/panty set made out 
of the laciest fabric he had ever seen.  It looked like they would 
fall apart just from being handled.  But looks were deceiving and the 
fabric did hold together as he put them on.  But they were only there 
for beauty and provided no real support or restraint.  After he put 
the dress on he noticed that his crotch bulged with the presence of 
his manhood, and his tits bounced around as though he wore no bra at 
all.  But he didn't care.  If anybody got hot looking at a guy with 
tits, that was their business.

Just then, a nurse walked in.  "Oh, you're awake.  Your lover left a 
key to his home, and asked us to ask you to go straight there as soon 
as you were ready."

Nash pulled a pair of heels out of the closet and stepped into them. 
"Where is the key?"

"Here."  She handed him a key on a chain.

Nash took the key and hung it around his neck.  Without a word, he 
left the clinic and went out to his car.  He had been to Eric's house 
many times, so he had no problem finding it, and went straight 
inside.  It only took a few seconds of searching before Nash realized 
that Eric wasn't there.  Remembering the meeting that Nash normally 
would've been attending, he called the house that served as their 
meeting place.  The phone picked up on the other end and he heard Pat 
say, "Hello?" then grunt.

"Pat, it's Nash.  Is Eric there?"

"You {uh} just {uh} missed him. {uh uh}"

"What's going on there?"

"I'm just {uh} getting {uh uh} Steve's big {uh uh uh} boner up my 
{uh} ass.  Eric said {uh} you were {uh uh} just as much {uh} a fag 
{uh} as the rest of us."  Then Pat's voice struck a higher pitch and 
he said, "Cuuummmiiinngg!"

Nash got a boner thinking of sticking his own big boner into Pat's 
ass.  "How long ago did Eric leave?"

Panting, Pat said, "About five minutes ago."

"Okay, I'll leave you to your fun.  Kiss Steve's cock once for me."

"Will do."

Nash hung up the phone, then took off his dress.  He pulled his 
panties from around his dick, then sat in clear view of the door, 
waiting for Eric to come home.  Ten minutes later, the door opened 
and Eric strode in.  Nash said, "Get in here, fag-boy."

Despite all the sex Eric had with the other guys, his dick leapt when 
he heard Nash insult him.  He ran in and stood before his lover. 
Nash said, "Drop your pants and lay across my lap."

Eric didn't understand but quickly obeyed.  Nash briefly rubbed his 
ass, but then hauled off and slapped him.  Then he started slapping 
Eric's ass while saying, "You've been a bad boy.  Pat told me you 
were playing without my permission.  Next time, you bring me along. 
Understand?"

Nash then sat Eric on his lap, and took his dick in hand.  Eric 
nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."

Nash grabbed Eric's balls and squeezed.  "Not ma'am.  I am sir or 
more formally, Master.  I'm a guy."

"Didn't the doctor give you the sex change form?"

"Wouldn't have signed it if he did.  I'm a guy.  You're a guy.  We 
both fuck guys.  It's time to stop pretending otherwise."

"But... I thought you wanted to get married?"

"And we will.  I believe that gay marriage bill has more than enough 
support to pass.  All you need to do is call that senator you had 
waylay the bill in committee, and have him get it out of committee."

"But-"

Nash took a stern tone.  "Eric!  If you ever want to feel my dick 
inside your sissy fag ass again, you will make that call.  You will 
not feel me inside you till you do."

Eric jumped off Nash's lap and ran (hobbled really, since his pants 
were still around his ankles) to the phone.  Nash got up and stepped 
up behind Eric as he dialed the number.  After a bit, Eric said, 
"Yes, senator.  This is Eric Lawrence...  Yes, I know what time it 
is!  The gay marriage bill.  I want it back on the floor of the 
senate...  You heard me!  Get it unstuck in committee..."  Nash put 
his dick to Eric's ass.  "Look, if you ever want to see another 
campaign donation, that bill better make it to the floor of the 
Senate by the end of the week!"  As Eric hung up Nash jammed his dick 
inside Eric's ass.  Eric moaned, "Thank you, Master."

Nash started humping Eric's ass.  "Very good, sissy fag.  Now let's 
talk about our marriage.  I  think you should wear a classic white 
gown."

"A gown?!  But you're the one with the body like a woman."

"Yes, but you're the sissy.  But you do make a good point.  A dress 
is really designed to fit on someone with a bosom.  So we're going to 
buy you a pair of hooters tomorrow."

"But-"

Nash grabbed Eric's balls and twisted.  "Shut up, sissy!"  Eric just 
moaned, actually enjoying the pain.

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

In a room across town, Darla, Emily, and Covington watched Nash and 
Eric on hidden cameras that had been planted in Eric's home.  Darla 
said, "Now, if Eric ever does break through his programming, he'll 
break through into a life where he's known publicly as a flaming, 
masochistic homosexual, married to a transgender boyfriend."

Emily said, "And as long as he doesn't break through, Nash's sadistic 
tendencies will be put to good use by punishing him every day."

Covington said, "You have a real talent for this, Darla.  How'd you 
like a job?"

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

SIX MONTHS LATER...

Kathy sat by a tree in the park near their home.  Dana lay on her 
back with her head in Kathy's lap.  Dana was now five and a half 
months pregnant after having her sperm and Kathy's egg successfully 
planted in her womb.  The gay marriage bill had passed and the two 
were still married despite both being legal women.

Larry and Terri were now legally married as well. Terri had fully 
recovered after his attack, but had hated his convalescence.  After a 
couple months, Terri had seen how beautiful Dana's pregnancy was 
making her and had gotten a womb of his own, and was now a month 
pregnant with Larry and a random egg donor's baby.

Darla's body had changed into a beautiful, younger version of 
herself.  Everything that had been sagging was now young and smooth. 
Darla was, officially, not employed by Drasberg's shadow division. 
But, as a "consultant", she had checked Drasberg's records and hired 
a sissy slave of her own, who, thanks to a set of nanites, now had 
breasts, a dick, and a cunt of his own.  True to what she had told 
Dana, her slave looked like a female body builder, and had a foot 
long dick at the top of her cunt.  Kathy liked to joke that if Darla 
grew a dick of her own and adopted Terri, they'd be a family of 
hermaphrodites.

But for now, Kathy and Dana were content to just sit and watch the 
clouds roll by.  As Kathy stroked her wife's head, she remembered 
their days before she had come to work at Drasberg's.  Kathy knew 
when she got the job, it'd be a change for the better.  She just had 
no idea how great it would turn out.
-- 
"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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