Mind Power 1, The Puppet - by Alan.
Chapter 1 - Curtain Rises
A covert government organization had been experimenting with mind enhancement using drugs since the Second World War. Initially their brief was to find a way of enhancing an adults intelligence but, purely by accident, they discovered a drug which gave the human mind the ability to alter the mental and even physical state of others. With practice, this modern "magic" allowed people to rapidly change their physical appearance and the physical appearance and even personality of others.
Most people gained at least limited ability while under the influence of the drug but some showed significant ability and a small number actually retained the ability after the drug wore off. The scientists were trying to identify the reason for individual differences but had already noted that high pressure or emotionally charged situations heightened an individuals abilities.
With so little known about the phenomena and so much at stake, volunteers willing to place themselves in the hands of other imaginations were understandably rare. That was where we had come in. In equally secluded places, we were taken against our will.
Chapter 2 - The Players
Coming round I found myself lying on a bed in what appeared to be a rather luxurious hotel room. I rolled out of bed and examined my surroundings. The bedroom was big, had a large wardrobe and two ensuite bathrooms. Through an archway I could see a lounge.
Movement caught my eye and I realised I wasn't alone, there was a woman in the other side of the bed! Waking she saw me, screamed and leapt out of bed. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she backed into a corner. She was blonde, attractive and a little over weight (she was naked so it was easy to see). I realized that I was as naked as she was and I quickly sat on the bed to hide my manhood from her.
She must have noticed I was as alarmed and confused as she was and she seemed to calm down. We cautiously introduced ourselves (her name was Maria) and established that we both knew nothing of where we were or why we were here. The one thing we did know was that clothing was the top priority. A search of the wardrobe and drawers showed our captors were very single minded, all the clothing was distinctly sexy. For men, tight fitting trousers, shorts and T-shirts. For woman, blouses, skirts and dresses made of either leather, silk or satin and shoes with four inch stiletto heels. I selected shorts, sneakers and an almost see though white T-shirt and Maria chose a fitted black leather skirt, which finished just above the knees, a purple satin blouse and black patent pumps. Overall Maria's clothing was glossy and quite sexy, but I found myself wishing she filled the outfit better. I also missed the finishing touches of jewelry and makeup.
An examination of our room showed it was actually a large prison cell, there were no windows and the door was hinged and locked from the outside. With little other choice, we settled down on opposite couches and talked to pass the time. Initially the conversation was dominated by our abduction and what its purpose might be. However after a couple of hours, we started to relax and started to talk about ourselves. About this time what we took for a door bell rang and we discovered meals inside the door. Although suspicious of the food we were both starving and since our captors obviously wanted us alive for now, we ate. As time passed a warmth started to develop between us and eventually the conversation became quite intimate.
The intimacy and sexy clothing was having its effect and I was getting quite horny. For some time I had been fantasizing how Maria would look with some subtle enhancements. Longer hair, fine delicate features, a slim but very curvy figure, even jewelry and makeup. Eventually my libido got the better of me and I made noises about needing the toilet. "Good idea" was Maria's response and we both went. Choosing which ensuite to use was easy, the collection of makeup, jewelry and bidet made it obvious which was Maria's. Once alone I set to on my real aim of relieving my frustration while I fantasized about making love to the sultry woman I imagined Maria could be.
Feeling far more relaxed, I checked myself in the mirror and was puzzled by subtle changes in my appearance. My hair was darker, I had substantially more chest hair and my muscles were bigger and rippled noticeably when I moved.
I was relaxing on the couch, still thinking about the stranger in the bathroom mirror, when Maria returned. I was stunned by her appearance. She had changed at least as much as I had and, now that I thought about it, she had been changing subtly while we had been talking. Her curly hair reached the bottom of her shoulder blades and she had a distinctly pretty face and a playmate figure. She sat down next to me this time and I asked her if she had noticed the changes. The response was a sexily spoken "Yes. Why? Don't you approve?". Her acceptance made me look closer and I realized she now wore ear rings and makeup, including bright scarlet lipstick. A glance at the hand playing with her hair revealed rings on her fingers and several silver bracelets. I felt a familiar and growing hardness in my pants.
I found myself leaning over and kissing and caressing her gently. I have always loved the soft smooth feel of a woman's skin especially when it is under a thin layer of leather or satin. I ran my hands up her leather clad thighs and over her satin blouse finishing with the ultimate feminine softness, her ample breasts in their satin prison. Her large hard nipples felt wonderful under my fingers. She was sliding her fingers up and down the now obvious bulge in my shorts. Continuing to talk as we caressed each other the conversation gradually dwindled as passion took over and before long all pretense was gone. All to soon we were rolling round on the bed naked.
As we drifted into satisfied sleep, Maria asked if I had ever wondered what sex was like for a woman, I mumbled "Yeah curious but I'd have to be a lesbian".
Chapter 3 - Strings Attached
The next morning I suggested we make love with the light off to enhance our fantasies. As I lay back feeling the last pulses of orgasm in my cock, she got up to go to the shower and I watched her go captivated by the sheer sexuality of her appearance and movement. Following her move, I went to the men's bathroom to wash off the night's sweat. A glance in the mirror stopped me in my tracks, the muscle man of yesterday was gone. The chest hair and muscles had totally disappeared and my hair was now rich brown and shoulder length. Looking closer the skin on my arms and legs was now smooth, soft and hairless. My face too, definitely mine, but ... the word 'pretty' came to mind. I now had a perfect soft and hairless complexion, my eyes were somehow larger and lips fuller. Even my bone structure was finer, more delicate. The implications were frightening and I turned and ran through to Maria's bathroom.
She was startled by my sudden appearance, but her expression softened and she started to caress me gently. That gave me another shock, where I had towered over her by a good 8 inches yesterday, I now looked her in the eye. Pointing out the changes in me, I asked how she hadn't noticed. Far from concerned, she explained that she had noticed but found me even sexier now than she had last night. Now she really could "lie back and fantasize that a woman was making love to her".
Just as I started to wonder about a connection between the changes in us and Maria's easy acceptance of them, my hormones took over. All this time she had been caressing me, rubbing her gorgeous breasts against me. That, combined with the vulnerability I now felt, left me more turned on than I could ever remember. My cock was erect, taut and pulsing between us and, as her fingers encircled it, I lost all control. She lead me to the bed where, completely forgetting my concerns, I started to make slow passionate love to her. Dismissing her attentions, I placed her on her back with her eyes closed and started caressing her body with only my hands and mouth. Nibbling her neck and lips while my fingertips teased her nipples. Then moving my mouth very slowly down to her breasts, while very gently playing with her pussy and clitoris.
This gentle teasing continued for a long time until, her passion rising to it's fullest, she started to beg her imaginary lover, Michelle, to lick her pussy. Only then did I move down between her legs and start licking and flicking her pussy with my tongue. Her hips started to rock quietly, but the movement slowly changed to bucking and then, screaming for more, she came in a way that left me desperate for my own orgasm.
As the last twinges of her orgasm subsided, she rolled me over and instructed me to lie still, eyes closed and with my arms and legs apart on the bed. As I obeyed her, I puzzled over the unfamiliar but pleasurable prickles and tingles I had felt while I was making love to her and still felt now. They played all over my body and even deep inside it.
Maria started by nuzzling my neck while one hand played with my nipples. The effect was immediate, conscious thought was swept away as my arousal climbed to new heights. Strange though, my arousal felt different. I marveled at the sensitivity of my neck as her warm breath and soft lips kissed it gently and my nipples under her fingers were alive with sort of intense sensations I associated with my cock. As her tongue traced its way down to my nipples and she started to lick and nibble them, I let out a sigh of pleasure which sound wrong somehow to me.
Her hand started to slide down my stomach and as I felt it reach my pubic hair, it struck me it should have touched my penis by now. Suddenly I realized I couldn't feel my penis at all and that the intense sexual heat I was feeling seemed to be inside me. There was also an unfamiliar warm dampness between my legs. At that moment her fingers reached down between my spread legs and my breath was taken away by an intense, pleasure filled, contraction in my crotch. I let out a very feminine gasp at the unfamiliar and incredible sensation.
The sound of my voice was the final straw, I pushed Maria off and sat up feeling a foreign sensation of weight moving on my chest. Looking down I found I now had a substantial pair of breasts and looking between them I realized my cock was gone. In its place was a triangle of dark curls with the lips of a pussy just visible. My crying as I leapt off the bed was both very feminine and sexy. Running to the bedroom mirror I was acutely conscious of the breasts swinging from my chest with each step I took. The mirror confirmed the horror of my situation. I was now very much female, in fact the body I saw could only have come from someone's over sexed imagination. I now had large round deep blue eyes, set in a beautiful and delicate face with full and rosy lips. My thick raven hair fell half way down my back and wisps lay on a pair of large firm breasts with large, deep red nipples. My waist was slim and curved out to full, rounded hips and long, sexy legs.
One hand holding my hair back from my face, I looked down in shock at my new body. Between my full and firm breasts, I could see a smooth flat stomach leading down to a dark triangular mound of pubic hair and gorgeous feminine thighs. My free hand rose to caress the soft flesh of my magnificent orbs and I felt the familiar sensation of large nipples crinkling and hardening between my fingers only this time I could also feel the hand! Even my hands had changed and were now fine and delicate with long, well shaped nails.
Shocked but intensely curious I slid my other hand slowly and tantalizingly down my stomach, I parted my shapely legs and my fingers slipped down into the dark triangle of hair between my legs. Instead of the familiar cock and balls, they found a warm soft mound split by a soft sensitive pussy. My clitoris tingled deliciously as my finger tips brushed over it.
I started as I felt Maria's breasts on my back. Her hands reached round and cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples erect. After a moment one slipped down and replaced mine playing with my pussy, the contact with my clitoris sent shivers through me. "Relax and enjoy it Michelle" she said and, feeling something go in my head, I obeyed, watching in the mirror as Maria's hands caressed me, marveling at the beautiful feeling of my feminine arousal. At some deeper level I was appalled, but for now was powerless to resist the needs that drove my woman's body. Reaching behind me I slipped one hand between Maria's legs.
As Maria's fingers played with my clitoris, I lost all control and turning, pulled Maria to the floor on top of me. I tried to return her caresses but Maria moved down to attend to my breasts and nipples, first licking them, then suckling on them like a baby. As Maria's fingers slipped into my steaming sex, I let out an involuntary sigh and spread my legs wider than I had thought possible to allow her easier access. The completeness of my transformation was driven home as I felt two of Maria's fingers slip gently into my slick vagina. The feeling of her fingers inside me and her palm's pressure on my clitoris was wonderful. High on the sensations flowing through me I relaxed to enjoy what promises to be a unique experience. Her hand started to rotate gently, gradually getting faster and more forceful. Changing position she slipped a third finger into my virgin hole and used her thumb to massage my clitoris. As her hand moved in and out of me I thought how much better this felt than for man and heard my new sexy voice say "Faster. Oh YES faster!". Soon her hand was pumping into my sex and a glorious moan of feminine ecstasy escaped from my full lips as I neared climax.
Maria suddenly stopped and went to the bathroom, frustrated I started playing with myself. Fingering my clitoris while playing with my breasts with my free hand. Initially only rolling my large nipples between my thumb and forefinger but I became increasingly rough, alternating between almost milking them and pulling hard on my nipples. It should have been painful but instead felt wonderful. I even found my large breasts allowed my sensitive woman's nipples to get close enough to my mouth for me to lick and flick them with my tongue. It seemed amazing to me that woman didn't play with themselves all the time, wanking was nothing compared with this.
Maria came out of the bathroom wearing a large strap on dildo and the instant I saw it I knew I wanted to find out what it would feel like inside me. Standing at my feet she watched me playing with myself as I stared at the dildo. Smiling, her eyes lingered on my exposed pussy, she knelt between my legs and, just as I was about to beg to be fucked by the dildo, the touch of her hot breath on my exposed clit silenced me. Her tongue traced a delicate trail around my aching pussy, stopping occasionally to flick my clitoris or dip lightly into the entrance to my vagina.
I started playing with my breasts and nipples but the sensations Maria's tongue's light, quick touch on my sensitive clit, combined with the warmth of her breath captured my attention and I started to run my fingers through her hair. As close as I was to orgasm I couldn't seem to get there. I couldn't get the dildo out of my mind and was now desperate to feel something more than fingers in my pussy, I wanted it filled. I pulled Maria up, saying "Please, I need to know what it feels like".
As she slid up my body she stayed low enough to brush her nipples along me, "So you want me inside you do you. You want my hard cock!". The picture in my mind of Maria standing wearing the dildo shimmered slightly and suddenly she was still a woman but instead of a pussy, she had a real dick. As our breasts met and our nipples rubbed against each other, I felt Maria's cock pressing at the entrance to my vagina. Moving her breasts very slightly she continued to rub our nipples together while using one hand to rub her 'cock' around my proffered gash. It didn't feel as harsh or artificial as I had expected and I found I desperately wished it was a real cock about to impale me. Driven by my intense physical need, I desperately raised my hips towards her and pulled Maria's bum down towards me. The sensation of the dildo slipping easily into my slick vagina was as incredible as it was new. The feeling of my pussy expanding to accommodate it's firm length was the best I had ever experienced and I screamed "Oh Yes, fill me!". It was a totally feminine experience.
Maria raised herself on her arms and started to pump slowly in and out of me and I raised my head wanting to see how sex looked from a female perspective and got a major shock. It wasn't a dildo inside me! Maria really did have a cock and I could see it sliding in and out of my pussy. Looking up I saw she was otherwise still female, her breasts swinging above me, yet the hot shaft she was thrusting into me was totally male. Looking down again my arousal built as I watched the glistening shaft, lubricated with my pussy's juices plunging in and out of me. Maria's excitement started to build and her thrusts became more urgent, faster and harder. Losing control I lay back and started rock my hips, timing it so that her groin slapped hard into my clitoris and her cock thrust further into my vagina. As my orgasm started I felt my vagina's muscles contract around her cock, she stiffened and I felt her cock jerk again and again deep inside me. Lost in the ecstasy of my orgasm I distantly realized I had seen a pair of hairy balls at the base of Maria's cock. The thought that I was a woman and she was depositing sperm at the very entrance to my womb gave me a perverse thrill and my orgasm seemed to rise higher. "I love being a woman" I cried.
Chapter 4 - The Puppeteer Revealed
Maria collapsed exhausted on top of me as my orgasm subsided. Initially I just wanted to lie back and enjoy the warm after glow and feel Maria's cock subside inside me, but then the enormity of what had been done to me hit home. Rolling Maria off me I felt her now semi limp cock slip out of me. Getting to my knees I started to hit her yelling "What have you done to me! How could you take such advantage of me!". Maria sat up and grabbed my wrists, easily pinning them at my sides. Struggling uselessly I screamed "Let go of me you ... you ... bastard!".
Realizing I was helpless my anger left me and I noticed Maria's muscles rippled as she released her grip. Looking down past my breasts at her penis highlighted my situation and I suddenly felt lost and alone. I started to cry into my now delicate hands, breaking down in a way I had never done before. The feeling of my breasts pressing against my arms and my loss of control over my emotions drove my new femininity home and my sobbing became uncontrollable. Sensing her presence only made things worse Maria left me.
When I finally calmed down a little Maria returned and sat beside me. We hugged and she tried to console me. She had showered and was dressed in a pair of shorts and T-shirt. After a minute or so she handed me a towel and a pink silk dressing gown. I used the towel to wipe up the come that had leaked out of my pussy, then put on the dressing gown, tying it around my waist. I had to admit women's clothes were as beautiful to wear as they were to look at. The silk of my dressing gown felt wonderful against my skin and the soft fabric highlighted the feminine curves of my breasts and bum.
I became aware that I was a scantily dressed female and, under her shorts, Maria had a cock and balls. Becoming agitated I stood and started pacing, trying to think the situation through. It was difficult to concentrate, I was conscious of my empty crotch and the foreign feeling of my heavy breasts bouncing gently with each step. We talked about what was happening to us and I explained to her my suspicion that she was causing most, if not all, of the changes. After discussing it for a while, we agreed Maria should consciously try to change me back. I was dubious as to how successful she would be. The erect bulge in her shorts showed she had not reversed her changes and was continuing to enjoy my female form. She had not stopped looking at my body, especially my breasts, the whole time and I realized by walking up and down I had been flashing her glimpses of my silken legs all the way to the top of my thighs.
Stopping to wrap the dressing gown better around me I was startled to feel her hands on my arms. As I pulled away she managed to run her hands down and over my breasts. Things were deteriorating fast and I suggested I have a shower to remove the distraction. As I moved to go she grabbed for me, asking what my hurry was, and accidentally pulled the front of my dressing gown open revealing my breasts and pussy. The sudden unveiling of my feminine glory stunned her enough for me to slip away.
The shower turned out to be a interesting experience. I took the opportunity to explore my new body, especially my full breasts. Feeling my new large nipples grow and harden and marveling at the way teasing them and stroking my breasts aroused me. Finishing, I stepped out and dried myself. The rough texture of the towel on my soft and sensitive skin, especially my breasts and pussy, heightened my arousal.
Folding the towel, I placed it on the side of the bath and sat on it with my legs apart. Flicking my hair over my shoulders, I felt it stick wetly half way down my back and then I liberally poured perfumed body lotion on my breasts. Closing my eyes, I started to massage the sweetly perfumed lotion into my breasts. Feeling the soft form of a woman's breasts had always been exciting for me but now I got the added bonus of the sensations my hands caused in my breasts. I felt compelled to watch as my fingers teased my nipples erect. My nipples were now as broad as my delicate fingers and half an inch long. The surrounding aerola were deep red and covered in little bumps, similar to large goose bumps. Teasing my nipples gave me the nicest of little twinges in my pussy. Sliding my oil covered hands down my stomach, I ran them up and down the silky skin on the inside of my thighs. Teasing myself by just touching my clitoris as it peaked out between my pussy's lips.
Hungry for more I slipped my fingers into my crack and gently rubbed my clitoris. Unable to wait any longer, I pulled the lips of my pussy apart with my other hand and slipped a finger into my vagina, shivering at the delightful sensations it produced. The tight ribbed feel of a vagina's entrance around my finger was one I had always loved as a man and it was strangely erotic to think it was my vagina. Lifting my hand to my nose I smelt the musky scent of a woman's sex, my sex.
At that moment I was startled by a knock at the door, I stood up guiltily and a familiar looking man came in. He was as extreme an example of manhood as I now was of womanhood and I was very conscious of the obvious effect my naked female form was having on him, I started to feel very frightened and vulnerable. I wrapped myself in the towel and was about to call Maria when I realized what was familiar about the man, he was Maria! By covering my body I had broken it's spell on him and he threw the bundle of clothes he was carrying on the floor at my feet and said "I am your master and you will call me that. You are my woman, your name is Kitten and you have a very high sex drive".
His words carried a strange power and I felt a rush through my being as softer feminine attitudes and feelings took over. I was still conscious of my previous masculinity and my memories were unaffected, but my new femininity had total control. I was very aroused and every movement only added to it. My fear abated but there was still a tightness in my chest, breathless anticipation! As my master left, I picked up the clothes, slipping into the black satin bikini bottoms, which fitted snugly to my crotch in a way I wished they didn't. Putting on the suspender belt, I slid the fishnet stockings on over my silky legs and slipped my feet into the black stilettos. The shoes had long spiked heels and was very surprised to find I could stand, and even walk in them. It was like I had worn stilettos for years.
My sex drive was definitely higher, every movement or brush of clothing heightened the tingling arousal I felt and sex now dominated my thoughts. Moving to the mirror I admired myself and started masturbating, fantasizing about the effect my sexy looks would have on my master. The impatient voice of my master interrupted my thoughts. Frightened by the violent edge to his voice, I pulled on the skin tight, pink latex dress. It had long sleeves, was so short it barely concealed my pussy and had a hole in the front which revealed all of my substantial cleavage. Reaching behind me to zip it up felt strange. It was very tight, revealing every curve of my bum and even hinting at the presence of my pussy. I found I could not zip it up past my lower back and I left that for later.
Looking in the mirror the shiny dress made me look tarty. With skill I should not have had I applied some make up. Including pink eye shadow and pink lipstick. Next I put silver bracelets on each wrist, dainty rings onto the fingers of both hands and slipped large hoop ear rings into my ears, which I was sure weren't pierced before I'd dressed. Finally, my bracelets tinkling with every movement, I sprayed perfume to my neck and wrists, and, unable to stop myself, even my panties. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized my appearance was now more sluttish than tarty. I looked like a walking advert for sex and somewhere deep inside my masculine side struggled in a vain attempt to make me tone my appearance down. Instead the thought of the effect I would have on men only added to my arousal. Looking at myself in the mirror I started to run my hands over my latex clad body, pushing the rubber into my crotch as I rubbed my clit. I was no longer in control of myself.
Calling my master in, I trembled with both fear and excitement as I thought of his powerful effect on me and what I imagined it would lead to. There was a marked increase in the moist warmth inside my satin panties. He came in and whistled, sending a shiver of delight through me. As he slowly zipped up the dress, I felt its tightening clasp on my body, especially my breasts, and my breath became shallow at the arousing and enslaving sensation of the dress closing tight about me from bum to throat. The knowledge that I need help to put on or take off this one piece skin, made me feel trapped and I was surprised how much that turned me on.
Desperate for release I moved coyly but provocatively towards my master but didn't dare touch him without his permission. Suddenly he spoke "Finish up and come out to the lounge", then he turned and left. Quickly I tugged the dress's hem down and smoothed away any creases, relishing the feel of my hands on my incredible body and the latex under my fingers. Adjusting my breasts to show even more of my cleavage and the edge of my nipples, I turned to leave. My fear of my master only added to my growing excitement and I could see my nipples pressing into the fabric of the dress. I walked across to the lounge. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I was startled by the sexy walk I now had. The provocative sway of my hips was accentuated by my high heels.
My master was sitting in the lounge wearing only a pouch, which totally failed to hold his growing erection. The sight of it should have revolted me, but instead my new femininity responded and I felt an increase in the moist heat between my legs. My nipples were now very hard and obvious through my dress. "Don't worry, I want to find out what sex is like for a man but I will change you back afterwards". A piece of me screamed as I replied "Please don't, I'm so happy now". Standing he unzipped my dress and instructed me to remove it. I stepped away from him and slipped it to my waist, I noticed that my breasts felt very full and hard. As I bent to push the dress completely off, I was conscious of their weight hanging from my chest and their shape as they swung forward. Straightening, I watched captivated as they settled naturally on my chest.
Looking up I realized he had removed his pouch before he sat back down. "First I think we should start with an act of abasement. Crawl over here and kneel in front of me". I obeyed, acutely conscious of my large breasts swaying as I moved. Stopping in front of him, I found myself unable to remove my eyes from the large cock in front of me. Gripping me by the hair, he pulled my head towards him and as his penis touched my lips I was surprised that my only thought was of how hard and warm it was. Unable to stop myself I started sucking it and used my hand to gently wank him as I moved up and down its length. Hornier than I had ever been I slipped my free hand down to play with my clitoris. I found my womanhood was so wet my fingers slipped easily between my pussy's lips causing glorious sensations. The absolute femininity of my situation overcame me and I pushed his cock down my throat. Desperate for release I started pumping my hand faster and faster in and out of my pussy. Just as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm, I was interrupted as his cock suddenly stiffened. Somewhere deep inside me I found the will to pull away as its load spurted over my chest.
As it ran down my chest I couldn't help lifting my hands and gently rubbing his silky come into my magnificent orbs and swirling my slick fingers around my nipples. The musky smell of my womanhood, mixed with his come, drifted around me. I didn't notice him rise and go to the bedroom, nor did hear him return and was surprised as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind me. I tried to resist, but I was a woman and his strength and size was such, that he was able to hold both my delicate wrists with one hand while he buckled a leather sheath around my forearms, pinning them behind me. Helpless, he dragged me to the lounge table and threw me over it.
My breasts, still slick with come, slid easily across the glass. He removed my now saturated panties and tied me down with rope, so that my thighs were anchored apart and my glistening pussy was fully exposed to his gaze. The feeling of being at his mercy, combined with the picture in my head of pictures I had seen of women in similar positions and I felt a warm trickle run down the inside of my thigh. He rubbed his cock against my proffered gash and I looked back at him with pleading eyes, but found I was unable to resist this final act of dominance over me and in fact found I didn't want to. As he pushed his cock slowly into my pussy, I moaned with ecstasy and cried out. The feeling of his hot flesh forcing my tight hole wide and my vagina gradually stretching, as he pushed his enormous cock fully into me, was wonderful.
Gripping me by the hips, he started slowly pumping in and out of my pussy gradually building pace. My helplessness combined with the feeling of his cock moving inside my vagina was so new and incredible I started whimpering. My breathing became short and ragged as I wallowed in the total femininity of my situation, then he stiffened and his cock jerked again and again as he came deep inside me. The knowledge that he was depositing his sperm at the very entrance of my womb finished me and my own orgasm hit me. Wave after wave flowed through me as I felt my vagina contract on his cock like it was wringing it dry. My vision darkened and I actually passed out with the intensity of it all.
Chapter 5 - The End???
Coming round I found myself lying on the bed. With relief I noted I had my masculine mental outlook back and hope blossomed. Lifting my head, my hope died as I saw how the front of the toweling robe I now wore, molded itself around the twin mounds of my breasts. I also noted the smooth, empty outline of my crotch.
Sitting up I saw a exhausted looking Maria sitting in the bedroom chair. As my feet touched the floor, I realised I was also still wearing the fish nets and stilettos. Walking over to her, my breasts moved gently, rubbing my nipples enticingly against the coarse fabric. It was a strong reminder that I was still a woman.
"I'm sorry" she said "I changed myself back and removed your mental changes, but I can't bring myself to change your physical form.". The answer both alarmed and puzzled me, "What do you mean you CANT change me back!?!".
"You haven't realized yet have you." she replied, "You have just had sex twice with a man, you may be pregnant!". Alarm changed to horror as she continued, "I don't believe in abortion and can't risk changing you back until I know your not pregnant". Remembering the feeling of her, or was it his, cock jerking as he came deep in my vagina I looked down at my stomach and seemed to feel an impregnated egg setting into the wall of my womb. I was quiet for a moment caught in the wonder of this body that could nurture new life within it. Snapping out of it I started to plead, "Please Maria, I beg you. Change me back. I am mentally male, and can't go through life as a woman let alone as a mother". She silently shrugged her shoulders and I started to become hysterical. I even begged her to make me mentally female so I could at least be happy with my life.
At that moment two masked men entered and, while one held me, the other injected me with something and then picked up Maria and left with her. As the drug took hold I lost control of my limbs, and the man lowered the gorgeous woman in his arms onto the bed. I heard the second man return and saw him stop in front of me. Unable to move I could hear, feel and even see but my eyes were frozen, staring straight at the second man.
The first man said "Right, lets get her changed back and wiped.", but the new man stopped him. "Hang on, you heard her beg to become mentally female. With the problems we've had with subjects recovering their memory, why not grant her wish. Looking like that I doubt anyone would take her seriously on any subject apart from sex. Anyway make her mentally female and she'll find a man, have a child and won't want to change back.". I wanted to scream, "I didn't mean it, I can abort any pregnancy and I don't want a man, I want to be a man!", but of course I couldn't make a sound.
"I see your point" he said, "but what if someone does listen, you know we don't have the time to allow a new feminine psyche to take hold and dominate.". The new man thought for a moment, "No problem, substantially enhance her sex drive and make physical contact with a man cause her feminine side to dominate. Each time the feminine dominates it will gain strength, slowly eliminating her masculinity. Before you know it she will have a completely female personality".
As hope faded, I frantically tried to think of a way out. Being female was not one of my aims in life.
The first man's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Sounds good. We could even key knowledge on her job and personal care to the feminine psyche and she would be forced to allow the feminine to dominate in order to be accepted.".
"Nice touch. We're agreed then. But first a little something of my invention." The man reached down and I felt my robe being opened and pushed aside to reveal my full feminine glory. "Impressive work isn't she" he said to the first man, who simply nodded and stared. The humiliation of being treated like a sex toy was swept aside as I felt a tingling sensation in my breasts. The first man said "Your so predictable. They were already big for her size. You, and now she, have both got a real problem.".
They agreed my libido should be first, the new man concentrated briefly and this time I felt a surge in my pussy and nipples, with a smaller wash of sensation through my breasts and various other parts of my body. It all finished with a spread warmth between my legs.
The new man picked up my small hand in his, "Now the physical contact". I didn't feel anything, but I noticed that both men were quite attractive and started to fantasize about them taking advantage of my helpless form. Feeling my nipples and breasts harden, there was a marked increase in the sexual heat in my belly. As the new man let go of my hand, my disgusted masculinity managed to regain control. My concern for my future grew. At that moment I felt a presence in my mind and I suddenly wondered why I had felt angry, then, as my vision darkened, I wondered where I was. The questions stopped as I fell into a deep sleep.