Message-ID: <33907asstr$1007734204@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Return-Path: <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Mime-Version: 1.0
X-Original-Message-ID: <a05100306b835e4b48de4@[209.112.158.67]>
From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed"
X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2001 18:15:35 -0900
Subject: {ASSM} Drasberg Files-Kathy and Dan(a) (tg) [5/5]
Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2001 09:10:04 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33907>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly
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
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+