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Disclaimer: this story contains representations of graphic sex acts,
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My New Position Part 1 ( mc, nc, mf, tf, tg )
Farleven ( farleven@yahoo.com )
October 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/farleven/www/
I glared at him as his goons strapped me to his infernal machine. I
hadn't known about his plans until it was too late, unfortunately it
seemed that he had already accounted for my resistance to his intention
to found a new world order.
"I'm sorry you didn't want to be a part of my new government, Abrams,
but don't you worry I will keep you at my side none the less." Weston
Havenfall boomed through the lab loudspeaker. If he hadn't already
gagged me I would have had more than a few choice words for him, but all
I could do was glare back at him as his men lowered the equipment into
place.
I'd been the director at the facility for seven years, head of the
various clandestine research projects funded by the darker side of the
government. It was always a trial of sorts, keeping the less savory
researchers from unleashing their pet projects on the world. Still, the
opportunities for science had kept me intrigued and interested enough to
remain in my post.
The problem with projects of the sort I was in charge of was not the
science but the scientists willing to play with such things. Luckily,
most were crackpots with ideas that would never succeed, from Super
Soldier soft drinks to using television as a direct mind control device.
Unfortunately I'd underestimated Weston's resolve and the underlying
science of his work and he'd caught me off guard. Now I was about to be
on the receiving end of an experimental procedure with his new device.
It wasn't his only one, the root of our troubles actually came from
another project of his, a viral mind control agent he wanted to infect
the world with so he could take over. I'd objected, as was my job, we
were supposed to be researchers and were not supposed to use the toys we
would make. Weston didn't like that though, and apparently he'd
expected my reluctance.
Thus I found myself strapped naked to a table surrounded by the
mechanisms of his other major project some kind of genetic modifier. I
was never quite certain of the specifics, he'd impressed some
congressman with his ideas, but I'd never had much faith in the science
behind them. Certainly not enough to inspect Weston's work more
closely, but now I was about to see how it worked first hand, and the
thought didn't appeal to me at all.
I continued to struggle feebly against my restraints as Weston's
assistants pulled some kind of helmet like device over my head. I
wondered if they'd been bitten by his mind control virus or if they
truly believed in him. It didn't matter much now, but if I made it
through this, perhaps I could manage an escape if I could reason with
one of them.
"Well, if this doesn't work, it's been a pleasure working with you
Doctor. Wish us luck." Weston boomed out from the control room. I
tensed, knowing that he was pressing the button to activate his device.
Suddenly, everything flashed with energy, my mind was full of light and
my body was tingling from head to toe. I tried to remain focused, but
the energy coursing through me seemed to ripple and flow and I felt
myself just wash away into the light. I felt so strange, drifting in
the light, letting it consume me and I soon found all my thoughts
flutter away into the cascading lights that surrounded me.
I drifted back from the light some time later, clam and floating on an
impossible sea of light. My body was still tingling all over. I could
feel it all strange and somehow disjointed. The oddest thing was a
tingling between my legs that just seemed to draw my thoughts. I was
horny, I realized with an internal laugh, but it felt so different, like
an aching emptiness inside me, between my legs instead of a hardness
waving from my crotch. The feeling flowed by for only a moment before
the light consumed me again and I flew backing into thoughtless bliss.
The next thing I remembered was being thrown face first into a small
room by Weston's men. I felt completely disoriented and my flesh was
still crawling from whatever he'd done to me. I found myself on my
hands and knees, panting gently as I collect myself. Then as I moved to
stand up I felt and odd shifting from my chest, like something was
hanging from there. I looked down with trepidation and as my eyes
shifted down, I screamed.
Then I screamed again at the shrill feminine squeal that echoed around
the room. I was kneeling now, staring down at my chest with my hands
over my mouth. Two rounded mounds of flesh greeted me, much to my
surprise and dismay. My hands drifted down to them, cupping them to
prove to myself that my eyes were telling the truth and they confirmed
the pair of feminine breasts jutting from my chest. The sight of two
delicate hands embracing the orbs sent another shiver of shock through
me. I marshaled my strength for the next question, and pulled one of
those feminine little hands away from a breast and between my slightly
spread legs. A small gasp escaped my lips as my fingers found their
place and a pair of very feminine lips between my legs instead of a nice
cock and balls. I closed my eyes, taking in the unreal truth unfolding
around me. Somehow, Weston's machine had changed me into a woman. I
didn't know how, but I was certainly concerned about why and what he
intended to do with me.
I didn't let myself dwell on those thoughts however, and summoned the
will to stand up and look over the room I found myself in. As I stood
and looked up, I saw the reflection of a very naked and confused looking
girl rising in front of me. I thought to call out to her for a moment
before realizing that I was her. I cursed Weston for a moment,
realizing that he had lined this little room with mirrors so that it
would be nearly impossible for me to deny my new form.
That wasn't the end of my distaste for Weston's treatment. The girl I
saw staring back at me was simply a perfect example of a teen bombshell.
She had two perky breasts proudly jutting from her chest topped with
cutest little pink nipples. Her figure was sumptuous, curving in just
the right places and her face was held that simple air of teenaged
innocence and softness. From her head flowed a main of long brown hair
that fell nearly to the small of her back. Finally, her pussy was
clearly shaved, save for a small triangular patch sitting above the top
of her slit. Her pussy was just the cutest little mound with pouting
lips. She just stared back at me with large, sweet doe eyes and a sexy
little pout on her pink lips. Even as I watched the reflection mirror
my movements, I could hardly believe I was seeing myself in the looking
glass.
Weston had given me the body of a knockout and I had the sneaking
suspicion I was the embodiment of his sexual desires. I posed for a
moment in the mirror, admiring the view before I noticed something
strange. I wasn't aroused, not by the sight of a totally naked,
sumptuous young woman staring back at me. Although I knew it was my
reflection, I couldn't believe that such a site of feminine beauty
wasn't having an effect on me. In fact, the only thing I could feel was
pride at the sexy body I saw in the mirror. Before all this I'd been
proud of my body, I'd worked out and was proud of my well toned form and
I wasn't ashamed of my cock either. Now I found pride in just how full
and perky my boobs were and how cute my naked little pussy looked
peaking out from between my lovely smooth legs. Somehow it just felt
like a natural shift, until I thought about it and tried to fight back
the notions.
Then I started to examine my new body more thoroughly, starting with my
hands. They were just completely feminine and delicate, I could hardly
believe they were mine as I twisted them around in the air in front of
me. Then I looked down at the two mounds rising from my chest. I had
to admit they looked perfect and I cupped them with my delicate hands.
I gasped in surprise at my own touch as I squeezed myself gently, noting
the tender firmness of my new breasts. I'd enjoyed my share of tits in
my day, but now I was on the receiving end, and couldn't help but marvel
at the sensations these simple caresses could spark inside me. There
was one last part of my new anatomy to explore. I quickly laid myself
out the small cot in the room and spread my legs as wide as I could,
which was a lot farther than I would have guessed, and took a good look
at the pussy between them. I ran my fingers over my new nether lips and
whimpered at the strange feelings that were stirred up. I quickly
noticed my cute little pussy lips puffing up along with a sudden surge
of heat between my legs. I ran my fingers along my new slit and
shuddered as I felt my own juices leaking out. Then I looked into the
mirror and looked at this girl playing with herself and I was just drawn
to her pussy. She had just the cutest little mound and her pussy was
flowering with her arousal, I could see her inner lips flushed with
heat. I couldn't help myself now, and sank one of my fingers between my
new lips and slipped it into my waiting passage. I moaned as I felt it
inside me and I wiggled it around a little in my tight little hole. The
girl in the mirror was just writhing in pleasure now as she finger
herself, and it was only moments before her soft cries of release echoes
around the room.
I couldn't believe just how good it felt, I mused as I recovered from my
release. I still was having a hard time connecting the image in the
mirror to myself, although I could feel myself getting used to my new
form. I knew Weston had done this to me somehow, and while I was angry
at him, I found myself very at home in my new body. It just felt so
natural, like I'd always worn it, although I knew it wasn't true. I
marveled at the discord between my rational self and my instincts. The
fiber of my being told me this lovely feminine body was mine, even
though I knew I'd been a man before Weston had done this too me. I
worked to keep my mind away from thoughts of sex though, fearing that my
changes would root to my sexuality as well, and I wasn't ready to face
that yet. So, I just rested and considered my fate, without truly
knowing much of anything about why I was still around, and dreading the
most likely reasons.
"Put on the garments provided and prepare to be presented to the
Emperor." boomed a sudden voice from behind me. I looked around to see
a speaker in the upper corner of the room. My first reaction was to
balk at such a preposterous request, there wasn't any way I was going to
debase myself for Weston, not in this lifetime.
Then I saw a small bench to my side draped with an assortment of frilly
and feminine lingerie. I couldn't tell you what came over me as I
looked at those lacy white clothes, I just had to put them on and see
how they looked on me. First I picked up a pair of frilly white thong
panties and stepped into them, smiling to myself as I felt the cloth cup
my new mound perfectly. I looked in the mirror, spread my legs, and was
pleased that I could easily make out the outline of my plump little
pussy lips against the panties. Then I grabbed the lace-trimmed bra and
quickly slipped it around my back and hooked it between my two breasts.
I looked into the mirror and smiled again. The bra brought out a bit
more of my cleavage and the cups were low enough that my nipples peaked
out over the top nicely. It also felt really good having them both
embraced in the cups like this. I couldn't resist reaching up and
pinching both of my little nubs to see how my titties would look with my
nipples hard. I squealed happily at how cute they looked poking out just
like they would when my body would get aroused. With that done, I
picked up the shear chemise and slipped it on, enjoying the smooth silky
feeling of the cloth against my skin. I looked back in the mirror,
grinning as I took in the sexy little tart staring back at me.
As I gazed at the dolled up feminine form I suddenly jerked back control
of myself. I couldn't believe I'd just acted like that, or I had so
quickly donned these demeaning clothes. Not only had I been changed
into a woman, but I was now dressed up in sexy lingerie and actually
liking it! I shuddered to think what my meeting before Weston would be
like.
I didn't have long to lament my fate as the door behind me opened almost
as soon as I finished pulling on my chemise. I turned around to see a
tall, buffed man looking down at me. I could see the quizzical look in
his gaze, obviously wondering if I was really a man who had just became
a woman. I suppose it didn't help any that I made sure to thrust out my
nearly naked chest for him so he could get a good look at my ripe
melons.
"Come with me." He growled. I shuddered at the tone of his voice, not
in fear but something else, something deeper and more disturbing.
Strange thoughts seemed to dance in my mind as I looked over his hunky
body and I quickly tried to turn my attention elsewhere.
I followed him devoutly. I can't say why, other than some kind of need
to obey. I hadn't even noticed until we were well on our way. It was
becoming clearer that not all of Weston's changes were skin deep.
Finally, I was lead into a rather spacious chamber, obviously a bedroom,
judging by the rather large bed set comfortably against the wall. My
concerns about my fate again flared to the fore as I quickly surveyed my
surroundings. Finally I saw Weston and shivered again in that strange
disturbing way just like when I'd seen the guard. I was seeing him with
new eyes, I realized, and he looked amazing in a way I couldn't quite
understand. Somehow just looking at him stirred something inside me.
"Ah, Abrams, so glad to finally see the new you. How do you like it?
You seem quite natural like this." Weston laughed as his eyes danced
across me. I felt the sudden need to show off, and quickly pressed my
breasts out and did a slow pirouette for him. I didn't doubt he enjoyed
the show.
"What the hell did you do to me you bastard?" I squeaked in my new
feminine voice, upset that I sounded more like a whiny teenage girl than
the furious man I was. Even as I did this I was posing for him like a
seductive little harem girl. I just couldn't help myself, it felt so
right to show off this sexy little body of mine. I mean if you've got
it you have to flaunt it, right?
"Come now, I think you're quite aware of the changes I've made, at least
most of them, and we'll cover the rest soon enough. I do have to say, I
am quite pleased with my work, you are a lovely little specimen,
wouldn't you agree?" Weston asked as he walked up to me, placing his
hands on my shoulders. He turned me to look into a mirror, and I saw my
feminine face staring back with the sexiest little pout I'd ever seen.
The fact that it was my face, my sexy little body reflected back to me
rattled me to the core.
"Why, Weston?" I cried, suddenly overwhelmed by my position as if I
hadn't really realized anything until just then.
"Why?" He mocked as he ran his strong hands down my arms. "I want you
to see everything you gave up when you opposed me. Everything that you
could have shared in if you'd have simply joined me. I will still have
you at my side, though, except you'll be just another possession of
mine, rather than a partner."
I sniffled, trying my best to regain my composure, even as his hands
continued to lightly caress me. This was all so bizarre, and worse
still was the sudden longing beginning to build within me that he
stirred with his touch.
"Now, I must say that Abrams is not a name that fits you well any more
my dear. How do you like Bambi? I think it will do until I decide to
change it again." Weston smiled. "So dear, what's your name?"
"Bambi!" I shot back, realizing only a moment later that I'd not used my
real name as intended.
"No, you bastard, my name is B-A-M-B-I, Bambi!" I screeched trying to
say me real name. I was Bambi, I thought as I tried to summon my true
name inside my head. Somehow it was gone, and my entire identity seemed
wrapped around this degrading name, I really was Bambi now.
"Yes, Bambi it is." Weston laughed. "And what do you think Bambi is?"
"I'm a man!" I whined.
"Really? I didn't know men had nice tits like these." Weston suddenly
reached around me and cupped both my ripe breasts. I moaned at the
unfamiliar pleasures he sparked as he held them.
"Or such a sweet little pussy like this." Weston laughed again as he
cupped my new mound and gave me a nice squeeze. I couldn't help but
thrust my hips into his hand so he could hold me better.
"You just changed me! I'm really a man!" I cried again, even as I was
grinding my new anatomy against his probing hands. His touch was simply
electric and I couldn't get enough of his strong hands on my tender
flesh.
"Oh really? Then I want you to open up my jeans and tell me that what
you see sickens you." Weston commanded as he pulled his teasing fingers
away.
"No, please!" I whimpered as I spun around and fell to my knees. I just
had to do what he told me to do and my hands flew to his crotch to open
up his pants. "Don't make me look."
"I insist. A true man can look and feel nothing except perhaps a bit of
envy, but a woman will desire what she finds. So please, prove to me
how much a man you are, Bambi." Weston prodded as my delicate little
fingers worked open the belt to his pants.
I was quivering with fear and anxiety as I pulled down the zipper to his
crotch. I couldn't help but obey him, and I was scared that the strange
feelings swirling inside me would find their focus on the organ I was
about to expose. I couldn't look away as I pulled down his pants and
shuddered as I looked at the outline of his member tenting his boxers.
It was strangely alluring, tempting me to reveal it and the depth of my
alterations.
"Now, Bambi, prove your manhood." Weston pushed. I could feel his eyes
staring down at me, savoring his position over me. I hooked my fingers
in his waistband and readied myself for what I was about to see, trying
to believe that it wouldn't effect me at all.
Then with a smooth tug, he was naked, and I stared at his erect shaft as
it rose majestically from his crotch. I just stared at it, like I'd
never seen a cock before. I had but I'd never seen one like this
before. I was enthralled by its length and width, and the cute little
helmet at its head. It seemed perfect for so many unspeakable things
that I just shivered at the thought.
"What do you see, Bambi?" Weston asked, breaking me from my gaze.
"A marvelous manly fuck tool." I sighed, not letting my eyes drift from
the hardened shaft for a moment. The choice of words seamed odd for
just a moment, but I knew they were the perfect description for what I
was looking at.
"Really, that doesn't sound like something a man would say, does it?" He
asked.
"I don't know, but I can't deny what I see!" I replied, licking my lips
at the wonderful hardness dangling just inches in front of me.
"Do you know what it's good for then, Bambi?" Weston asked as he waved
it ever so gently in front of me. I followed it's every swing with my
eyes.
"All sorts of things I guess. Like fucking good little girls in the
pussy and ass and mouth and getting sucked on and may be even getting
fucked by a girl's boobs." I rattled off as I continued gazing between
his legs. I didn't even consider everything I said, I just had to
answer him, and looking at the cock in front of me, I couldn't deny just
what it was for. I was already reaching up with my hand to touch it, to
feel it and truly connect with its power.
"Do you want to do any of those things, Bambi? Are you a good little
girl?" Weston prodded.
"Please, Weston, don't make me say it!" I pleaded. This was just too
much to admit, yet I did want to do all those things, I really did. I
knew it wasn't right, that a man shouldn't have these kinds of feelings,
but looking at the marvelous tool in front of me I couldn't deny my
feelings.
"You have to, dear, or I won't let you play with it. Now what do you
want to do with it?" Weston teased. Somehow I knew he wasn't lying, he
really wold hold it back if I didn't debase myself like this. I
couldn't accept that, not now, not with these new needs suddenly
blossoming inside me.
"I, I," I stammered, struggling to find the words. Then I just let go
and let the words all tumble out of me. "I want to touch it and hold it
and fuck it and suck it and do anything I can with it. Oh, god help me
I want to."
I cringed as he laughed. This was so horribly degrading, yet I couldn't
stop myself even now. I was still savoring the sight of his hardened
shaft, looking forward to the pleasures it could give, and those I would
give it.
"Please, can I touch it, Weston?" I begged, my hand staying just out of
reach of his shaft, yearning to feel his manhood. For this I pulled my
eyes off of him and looked up into his eyes.
"How could I say no to such a sexy little girl? Of course you can touch
me, Bambi, if you tell me what you're going to touch." Weston smiled
back down at me.
I shivered, he'd called me sexy! Somehow that felt really good and I
made sure to jut out my chest so he could get a better view. Then I
looked back down between his legs to the object of my desire. "I want
to touch your cock, prick, dick, whatever you want to call this manly
piece of meat that's hanging right in front of my nose just crying out
for a woman's touch!"
I didn't wait for him to give me another nod, I just wrapped both of my
delicate hands hands around his shaft. I'd never touched another man's
cock before, and somehow I couldn't understand why I hadn't now with one
in my hands.
"Oh, god, it's so hard and thick!" I squealed as I marveled at it. My
dainty little fingers seemed so out proportion to such a thick monster
as I wrapped them around it. I noticed a dampness between my legs as I
caressed Weston's wonderful shaft and my thoughts turned to its other
uses.
"How am I going to fit this wonderful beast into my little cunny? I
look so small down there!" I squeaked as I thought about having this
monster impaling me. I couldn't deny the thought of having my pussy
wrapped around it appealed to me, but I didn't know how it would fit.
It was as if just touching him shoved all my objections away, I knew
what I was here for, what I needed, and what I had to do and nothing
else mattered.
"Oh I think you'll stretch, Bambi, but you will be nice and tight for
me, don't you worry about that." Weston groaned as I continued exploring
his cock and balls with my dainty little fingers.
"That's great! I bet my pussy will be real nice and tight for this big
cock and I know how much I loved nice tight pussy!" I beamed as I
thought about having my furrows plowed with this cock. I imagined that
my panties were soaked by now and I was glad, it would make it all that
much easier to fit him inside my comfy little cunt.
"And now you are that tight little pussy, Bambi, and just for me."
Weston laughed as I bent in to taste his cock. I didn't know why but it
just looked so yummy I had to give it a try. I gave him a nice long
lick with a little suckle on the end just like it was a big lollipop.
It tasted a lot better than one though.
"Mmm that tastes good, Wessy. I bet it takes even better after it's
pussy dipped!" I prodded, hoping to get him interested in making
immediate use of my tender little passage. It might be a tight fit, but
I could hardly wait to try out my new little pussy.
"I bet it would at that. Now, Bambi, I think we've established that
you're not a man anymore, haven't we?" Weston asked.
"I guess so, Wessy." I cooed as I tickled his balls with my fingers. I
couldn't really deny it, anyone who looked at a cock with such reverence
and had a nice tight little pussy couldn't really be a man.
"Then, what does that make you my sweet little Bambi?"
"A girl." I chimed, managing for the moment to keep myself from rattling
of the rather long list of degrading names that could apply to a little
girl like I now was.
"Good enough for now, we'll work on your self image later. Now, why
don't we have a good look at this girly body of yours?" Weston prodded
and I understood immediately what he wanted. I shot to my feet, his
wishes were more important than the cock dangling from his crotch.
"What do you want to see?" I asked, knowing that I was looking up at him
with the cutest doe eyed look. My hands were behind my back as I gently
rocked back and forth on my heels like some shy little schoolgirl. Of
course no shy little schoolgirl would be thrusting out her nearly naked
young breasts for some strange older man to look at like I was right
now.
Weston just looked down at my amply displayed cleavage and smiled.
"Whatever I want to, Bambi. You don't mind do you?"
"Not really." I answered. It was so strange knowing that a man was
leering at my chest and getting horny from it, but it felt oddly
satisfying too. So I stood there and just let him look, while my own
eyes took in the site of Weston's body. I felt so small just standing
beneath him, and somehow he seemed manlier than I'd ever really noticed
before. I felt a sudden rush of images run through my mind, thoughts of
naked flesh and immense pleasure. Sexual fantasies weren't anything new
to me, but the difference was that now I was the girl getting ravaged
underneath a bulging hunk of a man and yet this switch just felt
perfectly natural.
"And you don't mind if I touch this lovely little body of yours do you?"
He asked as he reached down and cupped one of my tender tits through my
chemise. I let out a little sigh as I felt his fingers sink into my
tender breasts and mold me in his hands.
"Oh, no, Wes, I don't mind at all." I moaned as he played with me. I
hoped he'd play even rougher with me than this. "In fact your big
strong hand feels really good right now!"
"I knew you'd like it, Bambi." He said as he reached down and began
playing with my other tit. I just thrust my chest out as far as I could
and let him enjoy himself. A flicker of thought told me I shouldn't be
enjoying such degrading treatment, but I really didn't care.
"Oh, god that's nice." I cooed as he kneaded my tender orbs and I got a
twisted idea. "Would you please pinch my nipples? You've got them all
nice and hard and I want to know how it feels to get them pinched by
such strong fingers."
"Of course, Bambi." Weston smiled as he reached up to the top of my
breasts and placed my hardened little nipples between his fingers. I
looked up to his eyes and shivered with anticipation.
Then I moaned as he pinched those tender little nubs on my boobies. He
held them for a moment then went back to fondling me.
"Did you enjoy that?" He asked as he rolled my tender flesh around.
"Oh yeah, that was great!" I moaned, hardly believing just how good it
did feel. I was quickly realizing just how pleasurable this little body
of mine was, and how much fun could be had with it. I knew a lot of it
would be with Weston, but somehow I was finding that more appealing than
revolting. In fact I was getting ready to move our little session along
to the big prize.
"Would you like to see my boobies?" I asked with a conspiratorial little
whisper, like it was something naughty that he shouldn't get to do. Of
course he still had his hands firmly molding my tender boobies, but that
didn't really matter, it wasn't the same thing. Getting fondled and
getting naked just weren't on the same scale.
"Of course, Bambi, I'd love to." Weston replied in the same whispered
tone. He pulled his hands away so I could follow through with my offer.
"Great!" I squealed, grabbing onto my chemise and pulling it over my
head with a rapid swish. With the same speed I reached up, unhooked my
bra, and let the lacy garment slip from my shoulders. Then I thrust out
my chest again, now naked except for my soaked little thong panties. I
could feel my nipples harden as I stood nearly naked for the first time
as a women in front of a man. I was proud of the two mounds rising
proudly from my chest and just loved how perky and round they were.
There wasn't any doubt that they were just perfect boobies.
"Aren't these just great titties? Nice and round with just the most
darling little nippies! I bet they look just great for sucking don't
they, Wessy? And I love how they jiggle!" I coed as I twisted my chest
for him, watching and feeling my breasts quiver wonderfully.
"Oh yes, Bambi, they are perfect, and I'm so glad you like them. You do
know that they're made just so a man has something to hold onto while he
fucks a girl don't you?" Weston teased. I knew it wasn't entirely true,
but the images that filled my head at the notion rippled enticingly
through me.
"I bet they'll be great for that!" I replied. Then I felt like it was
time for the next step and I brought my voice down to a whisper again.
"Do you want to see my little cunny now? I know a good girl doesn't
show off her cunny but I won't tell anyone if you want to look."
"I think I do, Bambi, why don't you get up on the bed so I can get a
good look." Weston suggested.
"Okay." I squealed with excitement as I raced over to the bed, enjoying
how my boobies bounced with every step. I flopped onto the bed, rolled
onto my back, propped myself up by the elbows, and looked up at Weston
as I saw him undressing. This was going to get really exciting I
thought with a quiver.
"Do you want to do the honors?" I asked, spreading my legs just a bit so
he could see what I was offering up. It only seemed proper to offer him
this chance to complete my undressing and reveal my most important
passage. I couldn't really figure out why, but it just seamed right
somehow.
"No please, Bambi, I want to see you reveal your new pussy to the world
yourself." Weston replied, standing at the foot of the bed and taking in
my nearly naked body.
I nodded and smiled back at him, reaching down to the waistband of my
panties and pulling the down my thighs. I fell onto my back and pulled
the lacy little garment off over my toes then held them up for Weston to
see. "Just look at how wet my panties are! I didn't know pussies could
get so wet and this is all from my little cunny! I guess a girl just
can't help herself when she sees a nice big cock like yours, Wessy!"
I spread my legs out as far as I could and glanced between my legs
before I looked back up at Weston. He was now completely naked, and I
could just feel my little pussy quivering with anticipation. I could
see my little lips sparkling with my arousal too and couldn't help but
tell Weston how I felt. "Oh, god honey, look at what you're doing to
me. You just look like such a fuckable hunk with that nice big cock and
I'm just turning to mush. My nipples are all hard and my little cunny
is just dripping! I can feel that tight little hole between my legs
just aching to be filled, you big stud! I bet you can see my cunny
flowering just for you, can you believe it? I was a man just hours ago,
but now I can't wait to see just how we're going to get that nice thick
cock of yours up inside my girlish little cunny. I know I can stretch,
but you still look real big to me, Wessy and my little cunny is so
small. I bet we'll have lots of fun getting you to fit!"
I don't know if my little speech floored him for a moment or what, but
Weston just stood there looking at me with an awed look in his eyes as I
squirmed before him. I hoped he wouldn't take long to collect himself.
I was really feeling the need for a fucking.
"Oh, Bambi, you are just a wonderful little slut." He smiled. I watched
as he kneeled onto the bed and crawled over my seething body. I was
nearly delirious with lust now, having this awesome hunk of a man
hovering over me, with part of him hovering ever closer to my tender and
eager nether lips. I looked up and sighed, feeling completely natural
like this, completely naked beneath a man, with my legs lewdly spread,
waiting for him to claim me as only a man could.
"Thank you, Wessy, that's so sweet of you." I cooed and then lifted my
head up to kiss him. I'd never imagined kissing a man before, but it
seemed just perfect having our lips touch and I just melted when he
slipped me some tongue.
"You do realize you're a real virgin now, don't you? All pure and
innocent until I sink into you." Weston smiled, looking straight into my
eyes.
"Wow!" I gasped, hardly believing that the precious little cunt between
my legs was truly prized virgin flesh. I mean sure I'd never slept with
a man before, I hadn't even been a woman yesterday, but the notion that
I was about to give this man my virginity was just shocking somehow. It
didn't change anything, except perhaps to add a bit more spice to the
whole thing.
"That's great, honey! I mean, I have this great virgin cunny just for
you! Oh god, Wes, please make this little girl into a woman!" I
rattled. My need was just about overwhelming me and I just had to feel
him inside me.
"Okay, Bambi, since you're so small lets get in a better position for
this." Weston said. I wondered what he meant as He got up and stood of
to the edge of the bed again. Without warning, he grabbed onto my feet
and pulled me to him, bringing my sopping little cunny right to the edge
of the bed and right in front of his thick shaft.
"Now, sit up, Bambi, so you can watch me make you a woman." Weston said
as he rested his cock lengthwise against my slit. I humped him a
little, marveling at this foreign touch against my sweet little pussy.
I propped myself up again, looked between my legs, and just marveled at
the thought I could fit such a huge cock inside me.
"Okay, honey, let's stuff my little cunny full of that studly cock of
yours!" I prodded. I was quivering with anticipation, as I felt my
lower lips parting against the edge of his shaft as I humped him. I
figured this would help lube him up for the big job as I felt his cock
get nice and slick with my juices.
Weston pulled back a little and started rubbing the knob of his cock
into my slit. I fought against the urge to hump back against him not
wanting to slow his progress even as he was stirring the broiling lust
inside me.
"Oh god, honey that's so sexy! I can feel you parting my little cunny
lips. Oh god that's so unreal!" I squealed. My hyper aroused little
body was just rocking with excitement and his probing was just amazing
in a strange and sexy way. I wondered for a moment if this was what
every girl's first time was like, wracked with feelings and sensations
beyond control or anticipation.
"And you're nice and wet for me too, Bambi." Weston smiled as he rubbed
his knob into my juice filled crack.
"I'm just a horny little girl getting ready to take her first cock,
honey! Oh, that's nice, rub me there again!" I moaned as he ran his
cock over my little nub. He complied with my request and I moaned again
at the wonderful touch.
He probed me for a little bit more, I think he enjoyed watching me
squirm. I didn't mind, just so long as he got around to fucking me
properly and soon. He didn't make me wait long. I felt him press into
me a bit harder as he probed and I moaned as I felt his knob slip even
deeper inside me a moment later and I felt myself stretching to accept
him.
"Okay, Bambi, look down now." Weston prompted and I did. The sight
before me was just stunning as were the sensations flowing from my
little cunny.
"Oh, that's so cute! It looks just like my little cunny is kissing your
cock, honey! It feels so good too, oh god, Wes, this is amazing. I
wish I had a picture of this!" I squealed as I looked between my legs.
I couldn't believe how darling my little cunt lips looked just barely
speared with a cock. I was glad he'd given me a bald pussy just so it
would look this good getting fucked.
"Don't worry, Bambi, I've got the best cameramen I could find recording
every moment of this." Weston replied.
"Oh thank you, honey, I know I'll want to watch my little cunny kissing
its first big shaft over and over!" I cooed, amazed that I'd be able to
watch my deflowering as many times as I wanted to. The thought that
there were other men watching me being fuck didn't even bother me, in
truth it was something of a turn on.
Then I felt him push again and watched in awe as his knob disappeared
inside me and my little cunt lips spread even tighter around his cock as
I felt my pussy stretching to accept him. I moaned again and couldn't
help but hump against him a little. My little cunny was just lighting
off with the most wonderfully full feeling, and I could hardly wait to
have his entire length inside me.
He pressed forward again and I squealed at a sharp pain between my legs.
It took me a moment to realize what it was. "Oh, god, Wes, that's my
cherry! This is so cool! Fuck me, Wes, claim this little virgin
pussy!"
"Are you sure, Bambi? There's no going back after I take your cherry."
Weston asked while he humped himself against me gentle. I could feel
his knob gently knocking at the gateway of my womanhood and I took the
moment to soak up the feeling coming from my pussy. Even just the head
of his mighty shaft inside me was splitting me open wonderfully, and I
could hardly wait to feel him inside my up to his balls.
"Yes, Wes, make me a woman!" I grunted and pressed my hips up to greet
his light thrust. Something inside me tore and I screeched. It took me
a moment to realize I'd just given him my virginity and I smiled even as
I held myself together against the sudden pain.
"Are you okay, Bambi?" He asked. I looked up, noticing the tears
running down my cheeks and I actually thought I saw real concern in his
eyes.
"Yeah, Wes, it just hurts a little and you are pretty big for my little
cunny after all." I smiled weakly. I knew I'd adjust shortly. I'd made
more than a couple girls into women before, and you just had to let them
get used to it for a minute before getting into the real fun. So know I
was on the receiving end, and even against the pain, I could hardly wait
to feel what was going to come next.
As Weston rested inside me he reached up, cupped one of my titties, and
started playing with it. I cooed at his touch and smiled, feeling my
juices starting to flow again inside me. He started pinching my nipple
and I couldn't help but moan in appreciation. It was mere moments
before I felt myself try to hump into his big cock again.
"Mmm, honey that's wonderful, you know just how to get a girl ready for
more." I moaned, eager to continue what we'd started.
"Really?" Weston smiled and I felt him start humping into me again. I
moaned as I felt myself slowly parting for him. I was real tight, I
knew and I felt like I was being almost torn apart by his big cock as he
hammered deeper and deeper into me. I looked down between my legs and
watched with awe as his veined monster slowly sank deeper into me,
pounding to the very core of my being.
"Oh yeah, you are such a stud!" I moaned as he slipped even deeper in.
I looked between my legs and smiled. "Oh, Wes you're half way there and
my tight cunny can feel every bump on that nice big shaft of yours!"
"Just as I intended, Bambi, and you love it don't you?" Weston grunted
as he kept up his gentle hammering.
"Oh god yes! It feels so awesome having you stretch me open like this!
I can't believe I'm really taking this big cock inside me!" I squealed
as he gave me a hard little thrust and I felt another half inch of his
shaft plow into me.
Weston smiled again at that and he started humping me even harder. I
lost my voice to the moans escaping my lips as he parted the rest of my
pussy, to my very depths. He kept pounding away with glorious little
thrusts and I let myself get washed away in the sensation of having my
pussy split so perfectly open. Then I felt something slap between my
legs and realized we'd finally done it. I was truly a woman now, with
my tight little pussy wrapped all the way around his nice hard cock. I
savored the feeling of being so fully impaled. I would never have
imagined something like this, lying on my back with a wonderfully hung
man impaling me to the depths of my woman hood.
"Oh, Wessy, we did it! We stuffed that whole big cock of yours inside
my tight little virgin pussy! I can't believe it!" I squealed,
unbelievably proud at my accomplishment. I reached down between my legs
to rub my taught little pussy lips as they kissed their first cock to
confirm the amazing deed. Then I noticed a bulge coming up from my
mound to my lower belly and rubbed it gently. "God that's unreal!
You're really stretching my little cunny out, you big stud!"
"So you like this then, my little, Bambi?" Weston asked as he bent down
and started playing with both my ripe melons.
"I love it, honey! How could I not love having a nice big stud of a man
stretching my little pussy while his big strong hands played with my
cute little titties?" I moaned as I let myself wash away in the
sensation pouring from my body. Every inch of my flesh was engulfed in
passion and everywhere Weston touched me, sparks flew. I had never felt
anything like this in my entire life, and I couldn't even imagine myself
fighting any of the feelings coursing through me.
"I'm so glad you like being a pussy, Bambi, we're going to have lots of
fun in the days ahead." Weston laughed. He kept at playing with me as I
quivered around his thick pole. It was wonderful being so fully
impaled, but as he continued to enjoy my sumptuous curves, I felt a new
itch growing inside me. I started to squirm around his hardness and
giggled as I felt his shaft twitching within me. I loved the thought
that it was my stunning body and tight little pussy that had gotten him
hard and had his cock twitching for more. The only bad thing was, I
needed more.
"Oh, let's have fun now, stud! You still haven't given this tight
little virgin slut her fucking yet." I teased, doing my best to squeeze
my pussy on his cock.
"So you want to be pounded just like a slut, huh Bambi?" Weston asked as
he started pulling his cock back. I moaned at the sudden feeling of my
pussy closing up as his shaft retreated. He kept pulling back until he
was at the gates of my pussy and I was delirious with lust.
"Oh, god, Wes, give it to me! My pussy's so empty! Stretch me out
again with that monster of yours!" I cried as I tried to hump against
the nub of his cock, trying to get more of that wonderful thickness back
inside me where it belonged. After being stretched so wide, it was
agonizing to be empty again.
"Okay, my little Bambi, here it comes." He laughed and thrust into me.
I felt my eyes roll back into my head as his knob plowed all the way to
the end of my channel in one long thrust. I was so wet that the only
thing that slowed him down was the speed of his own hips. I felt his
sack smack between my legs again and I cried out in satisfaction.
"Oh, god, fuck me just like that, Weston!" I moaned savoring that
wonderful fullness with his cock inside me.
"Do you miss your cock, Bambi, do you miss being able to pump your own
shaft into a pretty little girl like I'm doing to you right now?" Weston
asked as he started pumping into me with long and determined strokes.
His question barely registered as I writhed under his wonderful shaft.
I could hardly believe he could ask a question like that while I was
getting the best fuck of my life.
"Oh, Wes, I've got all the cock I need fucking my tight little cunny
right now!" I groaned as he plowed into me again, parting the way inside
me with his bulbous knob. How could I not love this?
"Then you like this new pussy of yours, hmm?" Weston smiled as he gave
me a wonderful round of short hard thrusts. My arms gave way and I fell
onto my back as he pounded into me.
"Oh, yes! My little cunny is just wonderful, honey, especially when you
fuck me like that! Oh, god, Weston, fuck your little Bambi!" I moaned,
completely awash in the sensations of coupling with this well-hung stud.
Nothing had ever been this could, and I couldn't consider going back.
Weston started pounding into me again and I just fell back and savored
the sensations from my pussy as he rammed into me. I was writhing in
pleasure beneath every thrust and simply marveled at the feeling of my
titties bouncing on my chest with every thrust. I found myself wrapped
in a veil of disbelief at the whole scene. I was a woman, on my back
and wrapping my legs around the waist of a man who was ravishing me
completely while I savored every thrust into my own tight pussy. The
very idea that I had once ravished women with my own cock seamed wholly
absurd as I felt Weston sinking into me with his huge cock. Yet I could
remember having enjoyed many a feminine charm in the past. It was all
impossibly disjointed, and all the while, the wonderful stud in my cunny
was bringing me to an even more wonderful place.
"Oh, god, fuck me, Weston! Oh this is so good!" I moaned as locked my
legs around him and his wonderful cock. I kneaded the flesh of my
titties as he thrust into me, and I pinched my nipples every time the
tip of his cock tickled the depths of my little cunny.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, simply pounding against each
other, but every moment was pure ecstasy. I never wanted it to end, and
all the while I felt a powerful force building up inside me with his
every thrust.
Weston was driving me wild now, and I thrashed around his pounding cock,
completely engulfed by my own burning passions. This was all so
overwhelming, I'd never been prepared for anything this good, and I felt
like a dam inside me was about to burst.
"I'm cumming, Weston! Oh, my goooooOODD!!" I screamed as I felt
everything wash away under a torrent of all consuming pleasure. Every
inch of my body was alive and every sensation only echoed in sexual
energy. I could hear my new feminine voice screaming out in release,
perfectly echoing the feelings racing through me.
I could feel Weston continue to thrust into me as I drifted back down
from my heights and returned his smile. Of course I imagine I had a
very dopey looking smile given the wonderful fog of pleasure that was
still flowing inside me. We simply looked into the other's eyes for a
moment then Weston began humping me even harder into my pussy. My super
sensitive flesh flared with his every move and I could only moan in
satisfaction at the sensations.
"Get ready for it, Bambi, I'm about to make you a true woman." He
grunted as he grabbed my hips roughly and seated his cock in me as fully
as he could. Then I felt the most amazing sensation I'd every felt. My
little cunny was still tightly stretched around Weston's glorious cock,
and I swore I could feel every bump on its entire length. Now as he
impaled me fully, I felt bulge travel up the length of his cock and I
moaned a warm blast struck me in the depths of my pussy. I realized
suddenly that he was spraying me full of his seed and I quickly lost
count of the wonderful blasts of semen inside me. The feeling of his
warm seed filling my depths seemed like the perfect end to such a
wonderful fuck.
We lay there for another moment, silently basking in the sensations of
our coupling while he slowly began to soften within me. This was
another strange feeling, so have the shaft that had so fully spread my
pussy simply shrink away inside me. As his shaft deflated I could feel
his seed begin to trickle down my passage, a wonderfully odd sensation
all by itself.
"Oh, Wes, that was amazing!" I cooed. "Especially when you shot me full
of your seed! That was so cool feeling your cock pulsing inside me and
those warm blasts right into the bottom of my cunny."
"You do realize, my little trollop that you can get pregnant now, if I
desire it." Weston smiled as he ran his strong hands over my smooth
thighs.
"I don't care, you big stud! It was still neat feeling a big cock
pulsing inside my tight little cunny pumping out baby juice! Besides,
you don't want a big fat pregnant girl to fuck when you can have sexy
little me, do you?" I giggled. Somehow even the notion that I could get
pregnant didn't really bother me that much. If that was what Weston
wanted, I don't think I could have found it in my heart to object.
"We'll, see, Bambi." Weston smiled and pulled his withered cock out of
me with a slurp. I looked down at his soft tool as it shimmered with my
juices. It amazed me that such a humble looking little thing had just
ravished my new body.
"Oh, honey, let me get that." I cooed and jumped off the bed and sank to
my knees at his feet. I couldn't explain it but I just had to clean off
his cock. It wasn't right for him to have to do it himself when he had
a perfectly good woman around to do it. I bent down and savored the
smell of his musk and mine wafting from his crotch. It was a
wonderfully alluring smell, I licked my lips, and bent in to have my
first taste of pussy dipped cock. I wrapped my mouth around him and
easily took in his entire length. The taste was unbelievable, I'd
enjoyed the best foods money could buy but none of it could compare to
this. I quickly sucked and licked every drop of our wonderful juices
from him, savoring every bit of it. Then I felt him start to get hard
again in my mouth as I continued to lick, and my thoughts turned to
getting him ready for another round of fucking.
"You are such a good little slut, Bambi." Weston moaned as I diligently
brought him back to full strength. My mouth was bulging now with his
erect cock and I could hardly wait to get it back in my pussy. I sucked
a bit longer then pulled back, reluctant to pull that big tasty cock
from my mouth but I had to make my next request.
"Do you want to fuck me again, honey?" I cooed as I tickled his balls to
keep him nice and hard for me. After all this I doubted he was going to
refuse me, but a girl never knows.
"What did you have in mind, my little slut?" Weston asked. I realized
he was going to let me pick how to be degraded next, as if being a woman
and being fucked was somehow a degrading experience! I was still
shivering with the pleasure I'd felt from our last round and there was
no way I would think that this was degrading.
"How about this?" I squealed as I hopped up onto the bed and got on my
hands and knees with my ass pointed at Weston. I spread my legs a bit
and lifted my ass until my hot little pussy was on perfect display for
him, ready to be mounted. "I always liked fucking doggy style! Now I
get to be the girl squealing with her titties bouncing and a nice big
stud mounting her!"
This was one of my favorite positions too, not that I got to enjoy it
much. Most women don't go for it, and I even ended up divorced because
I insisted once to often. I suppose there were other problems but it
didn't really matter now. I realized that all of my old sexual desires
were still in place, just that I was now the woman in the pairing
instead of the man. At least I wasn't into bondage I smiled to myself,
not even wanting to consider that I could right now be wanting to get
tied up and whipped or something.
"I'm glad you had an interest in more than just missionary sex, Bambi.
We will have to explore the rest of you're preferences soon, but I think
we can indulge a little puppy play." Weston laughed as I felt him get
into the bed. I was quaking with anticipation now, both at getting that
big cock in me again and getting a nice doggy fucking.
Weston didn't even say anything as he pulled up behind me and started
rubbing his cock into my pussy. There wasn't any resistance, and I felt
him part my lips and sink into my pussy almost instantly. Thankfully he
didn't waste any time and I felt him plow his whole length into me and
immediately started fucking himself into my tight little pussy just
perfectly. It was everything I could have hoped for, my titties were
bouncing and my cunny was being split open with every extraordinary
thrust. This wasn't the time to talk, animals didn't talk, they mated
and right now that was all I wanting to be, a female rutting with a male
and that was enough.
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