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Being A SlutBeing A SlutIt was 2024, and viral nano-technology had become thetreatment of choice for many serious diseases. It hadonly been slightly more than a decade since thebreakthrough that caused it to go from a crackpottheory to a widespread reality.Of course, there were still drawbacks. If we’d beenable to perfect true nano-technology, such as sci-fiwriters had been describing for decades, we probablywouldn’t have had a problem with the one-time uselimitation of the viral variety we had. Butminiaturization techniques still hadn’t progressed farenough to build complex machines that small. Instead,the breakthrough had come when a group of researchershad hit upon the idea to combine the nano-machinesthat we were able to build, which basically wereonly capable of slowly destroying cells so that they’dregenerate, with a gene-altering variety of the influenza virus that had been created in a lab.This was really just the combination of two previouslyknown processes. The nano-machines had been around fora while, and they were useful in therapy to helppeople who had small but inoperable cancers; the nano-machines attacked the cancerous cells, and the bodyreplaced them with healthy tissue. Similarly, theability to create gene-altering viruses had existedfor a few years, but mostly as a medical curiosity.Even if you replaced all the genes in a person’s body(which was unlikely, since their immune system wouldprobably eradicate the virus before that could happen)it didn’t mean that they’d suddenly change to matchtheir new DNA. Even the skin takes seven years toregenerate itself completely, and there are someorgans that don’t replace cells at all.But the two processes together could work wonders. Itwas still limited, as the body’s defenses had atendency to attack the nano-machines and the viruses,but so long as the change was in a relatively smallregion of the body, great things could be done. Peoplewith defective hearts could have a new, healthy onegrown inside them, cell by cell, without ever havingto be hooked up to an artificial heart. Defectivelivers, brain defects in infants, blindness due tohereditary factors, all of these were now curableproblems. There had even been a good deal of successin re-growing limbs and organs lost due to accidentrather then birth defects.Of course, there were still those limitations. Itcould only cause a major change in a relatively smallpart of the body, and it was only fully effectiveonce. After a month or so, the immune system figuredout how to fight both the virus and the nano-machines,and attempts to use the therapy a second time had metwith much less success. That was the reason thatviral nano-technology for plastic surgery had beenoutlawed in the United States. There was still athriving trade in Mexico, though, and lots ofAmericans took vacations across the border to availthemselves of the amazing things that could be done toimprove their appearance. Overweight people had theirmetabolism custom re-engineered, aging trophy-wiveshad their skin re-elasticized, strippers had theirbreasts augmented to gigantic proportions but stillremained “natural.”But it was the sex-change operations that had alwaysgrabbed my attention. I first read about them when Iwas starting High School, and that had pretty muchdetermined my career path. The first time I heard of aman who had had his genitals replaced by a woman’s,all using non-surgical techniques, the idea stuck inmy head for days, and I was walking around with ahard-on for most of that time. The idea turned me onto no end.That had, of course, been my fantasy since I’d beenold enough to have sexual fantasies. I’d readeverything I could find on the technique on theInternet, hoping to hear of some advances. As itstood, replacing the genitals was pretty much thelimit of the technique; that was as much as itcould affect, and it sometimes needed two or threeapplications of the treatment (each less effective,and for a shorter time) before it was complete. Mostof the guys who went through with it ended up withnormal pussies but immature or incomplete reproductivesystems, and the rest of their bodies were unaffected.More conventional techniques were necessary if theywanted a more feminine figure.That was why it was no good to me, even though thethought made my cock nearly rip through my pants, itgot so hard. By the time I was thirteen years old, mygender was quite obvious to anybody at even a cursoryglance.I was certainly the only guy in junior-high who couldgrow a full beard, and I’d already developed the buildof a football player. I won’t claim that I didn’tenjoy it somewhat in high-school, since a linebackeron the school team who showers regularly and isn’t acomplete moron can basically do whatever he wants.Grades are never a problem (not that they would havebeen anyway; I was a quite a bit brighter than theaverage linebacker) and I had all the sex I could havewanted.But after the victory parties, when I’d adjourned to abedroom and was busy humping away between some petitecheerleader’s legs, I’d always be wondering what itfelt like for her. I’d always be imagining myself asthe cheerleader, with a hot little cunt between mylegs and massive tits on my chest, a huge cockplunging into my wet pussy. I’d imagine my petite,girlish body kneeling down so that I could envelop ahot, thrusting dick between my lips, sucking it with apassion I couldn’t control. I enjoyed sex with girls,but my fantasies never consisted of me ravishingwilling cheerleaders. It was always me that was beingravished.Which is why I had gone the way I had in college. Iwasn’t good enough at football to go pro, but I didmanage to get a scholarship. I was, however, the onlyplayer on the team majoring in bio-technology. Imanaged to get my Bachelor’s, then hung on for myMaster’s. Since I’d finished that, I’d been helpingDr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom with their research, andhoping all the while for a breakthrough that would letme live out the fantasy I’d had since puberty. Overtime, my fantasy life (being denied of any chance ofexpression in real life) fed on itself, and my fantasybody became more and more exaggerated. The breasts Ienvisioned myself having grew from a DD- or an F-cup,that being what I had envisioned when I was in highschool, to truly stupendous proportions. I’d alwayshad a love affair with enormous breasts, and as timewent by my mental construction of my fantasy femalebody became more of a caricature of voluptuousexaggerated beyond belief, with an elevated sexualdesire to match. All the time, though, I was mostturned on by the thought of my dreams becoming areality, of a breakthrough that would let me livethem.Now, finally, it looked as if that breakthrough hadhappened. I don’t claim that I had anything much to dowith it. I was basically doing lab-tech work, whileDr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom probably knew more aboutnano-technology and viral gene-surgery than anyoneelse in the world.They’d both been working on ways to make their half ofthe technique more resistant to the human immunesystem, and it looked as if they’d succeeded.With a Teflon-based shell bonded to the nano-machinesand a “stealth” gene grafted to the virus so that thebody had a harder time locating it, they’d managed tokeep both nano-machines and virus present in pigs formore than a year, much longer than the six months ittook to effect a whole-body change. Originally, they’dbeen worried about the “stealth” gene getting passedon to the a****ls, but that had turned out to be noproblem at all. I’d watched, taking samples, as amottled pink male pig had slowly, cell by cell, becomea small, brown and white female pig. According to thetests, the cells in the pig’s body had been replacedcompletely, and its body now conformed exactly to theinformation in the new genes.That’s why I was waiting for Lemount and Bloom to comein today, long before any of the other lab-workerswere due to show up. The obvious next step was to try the process on a human volunteer, and I wanted to step forward. Obviously, though, I wouldn’t have wanted to broach the subject of exactly what changes I hoped to have made with everybody else around.When they arrived, I asked to speak to both of themprivately. We sat down in Dr. Lemount’s office as Ihaltingly tried to explain to them what I proposed.”Wait a minute, Jack,” Dr. Lemount interrupted. “Doyou mean to tell me that you want to be a woman?”I glanced at Dr. Bloom before I managed a weak “yes” Iresponse. She was really the reason that I wasembarrassed. Dr. Lemount was a non-descript, forty-ishman. Not the sort of Neanderthal I expected to ridicule me when I came clean about my desire to be a girl. Dr. Bloom, however, was a striking dark-haired woman not far on the other side of thirty. I’d only talked to her socially a few times; like most of the guys that worked in the lab, I was a bit intimidated by her. Not only was she extremely attractive, much more so than one would expect from someone who worked in the field she did, but everyone was aware how intelligent she must be to have reached the amount of success she had at her age. In any case, it felt very strange to be confessing to a beautiful woman that I wanted to be a beautiful woman.”And have you spoken to a ther****t about this?” Dr,Lemount continued.”Uh, no,” I responded. “There didn’t seem to be anypoint, really. I mean, there was no way the technologycould come anywhere near what I had in mind, and I wasn’t ready to compromise on something half-way.””And now?” Dr. Bloom asked.”Well, now it looks like it may be possible. I knowthat you’re planning to test the new process on ahuman volunteer, and I’d like to be the one.” I was blushing furiously now, but I’d managed it withoutstammering.”Well, I don’t know, Jack,” started Dr. Lemount. “Ithink we had something a bit less… extreme in mindfor a first human trial.””Why? It worked perfectly on the test a****ls,” Iresponded.”Yes, but…” Dr. Lemount started, but Dr. Bloom cuthim off.”I believe that’s something for us to settle betweenourselves, Robert,” she said to Dr. Lemount. “As forJack, I think we had best have him talk to someone inthe psychiatry department. If we were to go throughwith his suggestion, we’d definitely need psychiatricdocumentation.”That was more or less the end of that interview. I hada number of meetings with a psychiatrist that Dr. Bloom recommended, and there seemed to be little doubt in either of our minds that I was an eager and willingcandidate for the experiment, if Lemount and Bloomdecided to accept me as the volunteer. As for Lemountand Bloom, they continued to avoid talking aboutanything but business with me in the lab for most of amonth. I didn’t know who else they had heard from tovolunteer as a test subject.But every night when I went home, I would strip off myclothes as soon as I was inside my apartment andmasturbate furiously while I thought of myself as agirl. In my fantasies I was a tiny blonde with hugebreasts, sucking and fucking dick after dick with aninsatiable hunger for cock. The thought of being agirl, the thought of men fucking me, had been my constant fantasy for so long, but it gained a newpower to arouse me now that it seemed as though itmight come true. The fact that my dreams might be nearto becoming reality made them more detailed and eroticthan they’d ever been before.Finally, Dr. Lemount stopped me as I was leaving atthe end of the day, and asked me to come into his office. Dr. Bloom was there, and when I sat down I was on the edge of my seat with nervousness. Were they going to tell me that they were accepting my offer, or that they were going with somebody else?”Jack, we’ve conferred between ourselves and with thePsychiatrist that Dr. Bloom recommended to you. Areyou still willing to volunteer for the experiment?””Yes,” I replied immediately. My breath caught in mythroat.”Then I believe we’re prepared to take you up on youroffer.”I was so thankful, and so horny, that I nearly missedwhat he said next.”There will be a great deal of paperwork to be goneover, of course, but it seems as if it’s more or lessa done deal.””How soon…” I started. “I mean, when can the procedure be done?””Well, as far as the nano-machines are concerned, we could do it tomorrow,” Dr. Lemount said. “My department is more or less ready to go, since they don’t have to be customized on a case-by-case basis. I think that’s a question better directed to Janet.””Hmm,” Dr Bloom said. “Well, Jack, we’re going to haveto talk a bit, to make up a ‘blueprint,’ so to speak,of the body you want to have after the procedure isfinished. Once that’s done, I don’t think it’ll takemore than a week or two for the necessary gene surgery.”Needless to say, we got the paperwork out of the waythat night. It wasn’t really anything too extensive,since there was little doubt that the procedure wassafe, but they still needed to make sure they werecovered legally in case the procedure wasn’t as successful as expected or I changed my mind later.Afterwards, at my request, we started work on the’blueprint’ Dr. Bloom had mentioned.The computer in Dr. Bloom’s office had one of the newholographic projectors, in addition to the standardscreen. When she turned it on, I could see the geneticprojection for the pig that had undergone the change Inow had ahead of me; it was a computer projection ofthe genetic model, but it looked exactly like the realthing in the lab. With a few keystrokes, Dr. Bloomcleared that model and called up one of a human femalebody, a foot high but in perfect proportion and rotating slightly as it floated insubstantially above her desk.”This, I believed, would be a reasonable startingpoint,” she said. Dr. Lemount and I stared at themodel as it spun slowly around. It was of a fit and attractive woman, naked, standing casually. Next to the rotating figure were a number of figures such as height, weight, and other measurements. The figure, as it stood, was 5′ 6″ and 120 pounds, with breasts that amounted to a C-cup. The hair was medium length and brown, and the face, while pretty, was rather non-descript. It was a generic model of an attractive woman.”Well, where shall we start?” asked Dr. Bloom. I washaving trouble deciding. Now that it came down to it,I was reluctant. Not reluctant to have my fantasy be areality, but reluctant to verbalize it to others. Inthe years that I’d been fantasizing about being a girl, I’d developed a very detailed image of the girl I wanted to be, and some aspects of that image were rather exaggeratedly female. I was extremely uncomfortable describing them out loud, but I knew that I’d never get what I wanted if I couldn’t work up the courage to ask for it.”Umm, smaller,” I said. “More petite, I mean.””Than 5′ 6″?” Dr. Lemount asked. “That’s already eightinches shorter than you are now.””I know,” I responded haltingly. “But I’d like to beeven smaller.””Can you give me an exact measurement?” asked Dr.Bloom.”5′ 1″,” I admitted. Dr. Bloom made a few keystrokes,and the model changed to reflect my request. The readout next to it now listed the height as 5′ 1″, and the weight as 98 pounds.”You’ll weigh less than half of what you do now,” Dr.Lemount muttered, sounding surprised and more than alittle shocked. I felt myself getting embarrassedagain.”Ok, what else?” asked Dr. Bloom.”Umm,” I began, “well, how about lighter hair?””Ok,” she said under her breath as she typed. Themodel’s hair lightened to blonde. “What next?””Well, the face,” I replied. “Bigger eyes. Andfreckles.””Cute,” said Dr. Bloom. “You’ll look like a littlegirl. Anything you want to change about the body?””Umm, yes,” I began reluctantly, casting furtiveglances at Dr. Lemount. He hadn’t said anything sinceI told Dr. Bloom how tiny I wanted to be, but I had afeeling that he was going to say something now.”What?” Dr. Bloom asked.”Uh, larger breasts,” I admitted. Dr. Lemount’s eyeswidened.”Ok,” said Dr. Bloom. She typed, and the breasts onthe model inflated like balloons, moving from a C-cupon the readout to a D-cup. “How’s that?””Umm, not enough,” I replied, almost in a whisper.”Bigger.”Dr. Bloom looked at me quizzically, but went back tothe keyboard. Dr. Lemount stared openly at me. Thebreasts on the holographic model inflated again,passing a DD-cup to rest at an F-cup.”Big enough?” asked Dr. Bloom.”Almost,” I whispered. They weren’t, but the way Dr.Lemount was staring at me was making me very nervous.At the same time, though, I couldn’t conceive of having tits that were only a DD-cup after years of imagining myself with breasts that were so much larger.”Just like a man,” Dr. Bloom muttered as she inflatedthe model’s breasts from an F-cup to a G-cup. The weight on the readout had increased to 105 pounds, and I knew that at least ten of that was tits. “Anything else?””Can you… Can you make changes to my brain?” I asked. I hadn’t really been that involved with this end of the research.”Yes, but within reason. I can’t change your memory orthe way you think, but I can alter chemical and hormonal levels to influence your behavior.””Can you… Can you increase my sex drive?””What!?” Dr. Lemount interjected. Dr. Bloom just looked at him and he seemed to reconsider what he was going to say.”Yes,” she answered.”Um, ok,” I muttered.”How much?””What?” I responded.”By how much should I increase your sex drive?””Um, by a bit. I want to enjoy it, you know.” I waslooking sideways at Dr. Lemount when I said this, notwanting to admit in front of him that I wanted it sky-high. Dr. Bloom typed for a while.”Ok. Anything else?””Umm, well… It’d be really convenient if I didn’thave to shave,” I admitted.”Ok, no leg or armpit hair,” she said as she typed.”Also…” I began.”What?””No pubic hair,” I whispered. Dr. Lemount staredincredulously.”Ok, totally prepubescent hair pattern,” Dr. Bloomsaid as she typed away. “Will that do it?””I guess so,” I admitted. It wasn’t exactly what hadbeen in all my fantasies, but it was at least anapproximation of it. As the three of us got up to walkout of the building, my head hung and my face burned.I couldn’t believe that I’d admitted so much of my desires to Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom. But as I thoughtof it, I rationalized that it was probably better thisway. As it stood, if everything worked as planned I would be a very busty, rather horny girl. If I hadadmitted everything I wanted, told Dr. Bloom how big Ireally wanted my tits to be and how high I wanted mylibido, I would have been a huge-tittied slut.Of course, that had been what I was in all my fantasies. That had been what I had wanted to be since I’d hit puberty. Other people might have romantic fantasies about meeting the perfect person, but all I had ever wanted to do was have an exaggeratedly sexy female body with huge tits and get fucked constantly. I knew it was strange, I knew that the body I wanted would be that of a ridiculously exaggerated fuck-toy, but it was what I wanted to be.”What are you doing tonight?” Dr. Bloom asked, and Iwas jolted out of my reverie. I saw that we’d made itout to the parking lot. Dr. Lemount was headed towardshis car, occasionally throwing glances over his shoulder at me, but was already out of earshot.”Uh, just going home, I guess,” I answered. While shehadn’t looked at me the way Dr. Lemount did, I was still a little uncomfortable with how much of my fantasy life she knew about.”Why don’t you come with me?” she asked. “We can fine-tune the model I’m going to splice the genes to.””Are you sure, Dr. Bloom?” I asked. “I mean, we werealready pretty specific.””Yes, I’m sure,” she said. “And call me Janet, Jack.Come on.”I followed her to her car, and we picked up some Chinese take-out on the way back to her apartment. It wasn’t that much nicer than mine, confirming my suspicions that professors weren’t paid much more than lab techs. We sat down at her table as I ate my beef lo mein in silence for a while. She stared at me çanakkale escort as if she was trying to figure out how to broach a subject.”Jack, I don’t think you were entirely honestearlier,” she said.”About what?””When we were working on the model. I think there wereother changes you wanted to make, but you were too embarrassed to say them out loud.””Umm, no,” I replied. “Not really. That was about it.””Really?” she asked. I didn’t answer, and the conversation more or less died there. She got up andcrossed the room to the couch, and I followed.”Jack, I have to ask you something,” she began. “Am Iattractive? Oh, wait, I probably shouldn’t ask you that. You’re not attracted to women.””Yes I am,” I protested.”You are?” she asked. “This isn’t like when you saidyou’d made all the changes you wanted to the model?””No, I am.””So, are you attracted to me?” she asked.”Uh, yes.””So you wouldn’t mind if I did this,” she said as herhand snaked down to my waist and started to undo my pants. I said nothing, but I certainly didn’t object.She slid my pants down to my ankles and then lifted myshirt over my head.”Mmm,” she muttered. “Such a shame you want to be agirl. You’ve got such a nice male body.”At the same time, she was sliding out of her skirt andunbuttoning her shirt. Her body was as impressive as I’d always imagined, and her breasts, revealed now inside her black lace bra, were larger than I’d expected.I laid there, letting her dictate the pace, as she leaned over me and started to plant kisses on my mouthand neck. At the same time, her left hand went to mycrotch. My dick was already rock hard, and she wrappedher fingers around it and started to stroke it.”Such a nice, big dick,” she whispered in my ear.”Thick. Are you sure you’d rather have a pussy?””Mmm, yes,” I moaned. It felt so good, and it wasturning me on so much that she knew I wanted to be agirl.Janet continued to stroke my cock, and her mouth wasmoving down from my neck now, her wet tongue slidingaround my chest to tease my nipples. I thought aboutthe fact that I’d soon have breasts on my chest, andfelt myself get even hornier. Janet’s hand was workingexpertly in my lap, bringing me towards orgasm, as hermouth went back to my ear.”Were you really telling me the truth? You didn’t wantany more changes?” she breathed in my ear.I didn’t say anything. My breath was coming short andfast now, as Janet’s hand pumped up and down in between my legs, stroking my shaft.”How big did you really want your tits to be?” shewhispered.”Bigger,” I admitted in a gasp.”How big? Give me a cup size.””Just a… few sizes bigger,” I admitted. “Maybe a…J-cup. Much more… than that and I… wouldn’t beable to move. That’s how big… I want to be. Just small enough… that I can walk.” Her hand was working faster on my cock now, slipping up and down along the shaft as she stroked me.”Mmm,” she groaned. “Like I said, just like a man towant such huge tits. And your sex drive? Did you really just want it hiked up a little?””No,” I admitted. “I want it… high.””How high?””Really high,” I groaned. “I want to be a slut!””It seems like you do,” she agreed as her mouth wentback to my nipples again. After licking circles aroundthem, she went back to my ear to whisper to me, “whatdo you want to do once you’re a girl? Will you be alesbian, or will you have sex with guys?””I don’t know,” I gasped. “I think… I’ll still likegirls, but… I definitely want… to be fucked.””Just fucked? Just in your pussy?” she asked.”No! I want to… get it in my pussy… and my ass…and I want to suck dicks! I want to be… titfucked. Iwant it everywhere!””You know, I could increase your body’s sensitivity topleasure in your new pussy, your mouth, and your analcavity,” Janet whispered to me as her handjob got evenmore insistent. “Would you like that?””Yes!” I groaned.”Nipples and breasts too?” she asked.”Please!” I moaned. The thought of it, the thoughtthat I’d admitted the actual extent of my desires toher, and that now she was going to make them come true, pushed me over the edge. My cum exploded out of my cock, spraying my belly and chest. Janet leaned over to lick it off of me.”Mmm, tasty,” she murmured. “I want you to fuck menow.” With that, she stood in front of me as she slowly removed her bra and panties, revealing her perfect tits and pussy. Then she settled into my lap, sliding her wet cunt down my hard pole. Even as she was sliding up and down in my lap, though, I couldn’t pay complete attention to the beautiful woman I was fucking. My thoughts were much more concerned with the beautiful woman I would soon be.For the next couple of weeks, my life continued as ithad, with two major changes. I was spending the occasional evening with Janet, and almost every sparemoment I had was spent anticipating the changes I’dundergo as soon as the tailor-made virus was ready.Needless to say, after I had been seen by some of theother guys in the lab leaving with Janet, word gotaround and I got my share of admiration. It wasn’tanything I wasn’t used to, though, since I’d alwayshad a tendency go out with the most attractive girls,though rarely for very long. I wondered, though, whatall the guys who clearly envied me would think if theyknew that I’d soon be undergoing an experimental treatment to turn me into a woman.I also started to look at them differently. In the past, I had wanted to be a girl, and had constantly fantasized about sex from the female perspective. But the men I imagined fucking me never been particular people; I’d never fantasized that I was having sex with guys I knew. Now that it looked like I was actually going to be a girl, though, I found myself thinking more about guys I knew and what they’d be like in bed. I would have expected it to bother me, but usually all it did was to make me hornier.Dr. Lemount, of course, was barely talking to me. Icould tell that, though he hadn’t seemed that upsetwhen I confessed to him that I wanted to be a girl, hewas deeply shaken to know the details of my fantasy,to know what kind of girl I wanted to be.Finally, Janet told me one evening that the virus wasready, and we could start the treatment as soon as Iwas ready. I say “the treatment,” even though it wasn’t an extensive treatment. All it entailed was an injection, though of course I would have to reportweekly to the lab to be examined so that they coulddocument the process.Without hesitation, I told her than I’d be ready totake the injection the next morning. I had to stopmyself from trying to talk her into going to the labin the middle of the night. All through the sex, I wasbarely paying attention to her, so caught up was I inthinking about what was going to happen to me.When we went in the next day, I felt like I had a rockin the pit of my stomach. I was keyed up with anticipation. An acquaintance of mine in the lab,Jason, came up to Janet and I and asked what my planswere for lunch.”Jack won’t be here for lunch,” Janet said. “We’ll besending him home to rest in an hour or two.””Why, is he sick?” Jason asked.”No. He’s our volunteer.””Jack? What are they going to do to you, man?” he asked, turning to me. “I mean, it’s not like there’s a whole lot you need.” Needless to say, most of the other guys that worked in the lab didn’t have my athletic build.”We’re going to turn him into a girl,” Janet told him.I was shocked that she would be that blunt, and started to stammer out a protest.Jason laughed, then stopped when he realized that shewasn’t joking. “Jack! Why the hell would you let themdo that?””He asked us to,” Janet said shortly, then walked on.I followed her, unsure of what else to do. Jason stared after me with the same look I’d seen in Dr. Lemount’s face for the past few weeks.”Janet,” I said, catching up to her, “what the helldid you do that for?””Jack, he was going to find out sooner or later. Imean, you’re going to be reporting in here once a weekfor examinations. He’s one of the techs that are goingto be working on the data. Did you think he wouldn’tnotice that you were changing into a woman?””No, but you sure sprang it on him rather suddenly,” Iresponded sullenly as I followed her into her office.Dr. Lemount was there, looking as uncomfortable asever with me. I knew though that he wouldn’t miss thehistoric moment when I was injected with the mix ofviruses and nano-machines that would transform me intoa woman. I wondered if Janet had told him about theextra changes she had made in the virus, and what hefelt about my even more extreme fantasies.Dr. Bloom sent another tech, a girl named Emily, outto get the syringe with my custom-made virus in it.When she came back with the needle, I could see fromthe look on her face that Jason had spread the wordabout just what was being injected into me, and thefact that I’d asked for it.I was embarrassed, of course, but it was far too lateto turn back, and I was glad for that. I tried toconcentrate on what I was looking forward to, on thefact that this syringe, once injected into me, wouldchange me into a petite, outrageously busty littleslut. I couldn’t wait.Janet gave me the injection. In a moment, it was over.I didn’t even notice any pain. That was it, it wasirrevocable now. I was going to be a girl.I didn’t hang around the lab for long. Everybody waslooking at me incredulously, shocked to find out thatI’d willingly volunteered to be turned from a man intoa woman. Janet told me I should go home and rest, andthat I’d be kept on the payroll but for the foreseeable future my only duty would be to show up once a week for examination. I drove home in a daze, not really believing what I’d done.When I got home I went straight to the bathroom,stripped off all my clothes, and looked at myself naked in the mirror. I looked at the body that I’d had for twenty-six years, and I knew that I wouldn’t have it for very much longer. Even now, it was starting to change. I knew it would be weeks before I would be able to tell the difference, but I was changing into a girl.My thoughts were making my cock stand straight up inmy reflection, so I laid down in bed to masturbate, all the time thinking about the girl I was going to be. The thought of being that girl, being a little slut with huge breasts, made me so horny I could barely breathe. The thought that I’d soon turn into a busty sex toy, and the thought of men fucking me, kept my cock as hard as iron as I stroked it again and again. I couldn’t help myself. Part of me seemed to suggest that I should feel some remorse over giving up the life I’d led so far, over voluntarily reducing myself to a cum-receptacle, a slut fit only to be fucked, but I couldn’t summon any up. I couldn’t wait.Over the next weeks and months, that’s how I spent much of my time. Examining myself for changes and masturbating. I watched TV, surfed the Internet, andread the news, but every time I thought about what washappening to me it made me so horny I had to jack off.The changes, of course, started very slowly. In thetests, we’d found that it took a while for the virusto re-write the whole body’s DNA. The changes in earlier a****l test subjects hadn’t been visible until nearly a month after the injection had been administered.Of course, it’s easier to see differences in peoplethan in a****ls. The first two weeks after I wasinjected, my checkups showed no obvious physicalchange, although Janet assured me that the genetic re-writing was taking place as expected. I was still spending time with her, and we were still having sex,even though everyone else at the lab looked at me likea freak when I showed up for my checkups.Sometime in the third week, though, I started to notice differences, or at least to imagine that I did. I thought I had lost a bit of weight, and my facial hair didn’t seem quite as thick. Of course, my libido had certainly skyrocketed to the point where Janet and I had both noticed it, but we were both pretty sure that it was due to the fact that I was constantly imagining the changes that were in store for me.My third week checkup confirmed that I’d lost someweight, and a fraction of an inch of height as well.From there, the changes continued to increase.A month after I had been injected with the virus, Iwas definitely skinnier. I weighed less than 200pounds for the first time in more than a decade, and I was now only a half-inch taller than six feet, down an inch and a half from my normal height. My nipples seemed more sensitive, both during sex with Janet and during masturbation. I didn’t know if that was due to my developing chest or the increased sensitivity Janet had promised to endow them with. Perhaps it was both.Two months after I had been injected, I was down to 5’10”. I’d lost four inches of height and was now onlytwo inches taller than Janet. My facial hair was almost gone, having lessened until it was sparse and downy. My body hair had undergone the same change, so that now I felt like a teenager. I definitely had little mounds underneath my nipples, now, and my arms and legs seemed much skinnier than I was used to. I had lost another twenty pounds, leaving me weighing only 180.The change that I was most interested in, though (withthe possible exception of my developing tits) was my dick. It was still good-sized and fully functional (toJanet’s enjoyment) but it was definitely shrinking. Ina way, I was a bit sad to see it go, after I’d had itfor so long and been so used to it. But it was mostlynostalgia; I was still very excited to see the day when all I had between my legs was a pussy. The thought of what I’d do with my pussy as soon as I had it, the thought of men fucking me, made my slowly shrinking dick rock hard.After three months, I definitely needed a bra. I’dnever been that into girl’s clothes, just girl’s bodies, so I hadn’t rushed out to buy female clothing as soon as I could, but by this point my breasts were really too large to go without it. I was down to 5′ 8″, only as tall as Janet, and looking much more feminine now, so she and I went to shop for one. As it turned out, my new titties were already a C-cup.I knew that I wasn’t all the way there yet, but when Ilooked in the mirror at my face, I could definitely see that I was well on my way to being the woman I would become. My features had softened into more feminine looks, though I knew that they’d continue. I now had the freckles I’d asked for, and my hair was lightening from dark brown to light.I only weighted 150 pounds now, and losing 30 poundsin a month had left me rather weak. Or perhaps thatwas just the fact that my arms and legs had gotten soskinny. I certainly had a more feminine-looking bodynow that everything had slimmed down except my hipsand chest. With the exception of the people at the lab, who’d seen me on a weekly basis since the changes had started, I don’t think anybody still thought I was a man when they saw me on the street.Since I looked so much like a woman, I’d started dressing as one. Like I said, I’d never been that intofemale clothes, but now that I had the body for them Iwas beginning to see what the attraction was. The first time I tried on a pair of thong panties and saw the ittle scrap of material splitting my ass cheeks, my rapidly shrinking cock got as hard as it was stillcapable of getting. I loved showing off my newly feminine body, and bought lots of revealing clothes.My dick was still there, though it was much reduced from its former eight-inch length. It was barely three inches now when fully erect. Sex with Janet continued, but it tended not to center on penetration any more. We made out more like lesbians; I would finger or lick her pussy while she suckled my little dick. Sometimes I’d still stick my now-tiny dick in her pussy, but it was becoming a rare occurrence. Both of us had breasts now, so a lot of our sex-play revolved around fondling each other’s titties. Mine were so sensitive that I could easily reach orgasm from tit-play alone, and I was starting to notice increased sensitivity in my mouth as well when I sucked on Janet’s nipples. It made me hornier than ever the first time I realized that my tits were slightly larger than hers.Four months into the change, there was no doubt that Iwas unrecognizable. I was 5′ 6″ tall, and weighed 130pounds. I actually had to look up at Janet now. My hair was blonde, though not quite as light as it would eventually get. I’d dyed it to a lighter shade so thatit would all match, otherwise I would have had blonderoots. My face was cute and girlish, with big blue eyes and a light spray of freckles across my nose, and about as far from my old male face as I could imagine it getting.My body was feminine and trim. I’d gotten over the feeling of weakness I’d had for a while, but I was still getting used to the fact that there were a lot of things I no longer had the strength to lift. My hips had continued to broaden, giving me a nicely feminine hourglass figure, and my ass had blossomed out into a perfect half-circle.Speaking of things I no longer had the strength to lift, my tits had become enormous. I had spent a good deal of my last month’s income on bras, and I knew that they wouldn’t slow down any time for at least another couple of months. When I went in for my weekly checkup (my s*******nth since the injection) I had just graduated from a DD-cup to an F-cup. My big titties stuck out in front of me, swaying as I walked. I could see how it affected people. All the lab techs still looked at me like I was a freak, but a number of the male ones had in the last few weeks been looking at me like I was an extremely sexy freak.I had been encouraging it, of course. I had always wanted to be the sort of slutty girl that could teaseguys with her body, and I was certainly getting to thepoint where I fit the part. I’d been wearing female clothes exclusively for more than a month, since theywere now the only kind that fit, and Janet and I hadincreasingly gone out shopping for more revealing andsexy outfits. When I showed up for my examination thatweek, I was wearing a short skirt, heels, and a low-cut top that displayed my impressive cleavage to goodadvantage. I caught Jason taking a good look at mytits before he blushed and turned away.Of course, being checked out by a guy who had formerlybeen disgusted by what was happening turned me on immensely. These days, ANYTHING turned me on immensely. The improvements to my libido that I had asked for had definitely started to kick in; I was constantly horny. When I caught Jason staring at my titties (I had, of course, stuck them right under his nose on my way into the lab and pressed them together so that he couldn’t miss them) I felt my dick get rock hard inside of my panties, and I almost came. These days, though, my dick was less than an inch long and completely hairless, so it didn’t make a noticeable bulge in the front of my skirt. When Janet came over my apartment after work, though, I nearly ****d her in my excitement to get her clothes off, despite the fact that I’d done little but masturbate all day.After five months, I was to all outward appearances agirl. I was now less than 5′ 4″ tall, and weighed about 115 pounds. My hair was down to my shoulders, and definitely blonde. My face was cute and feminine,my body was fantastic, and my tits were huge. I’d already graduated to an I-cup (or what amounted to one. My last few bras had needed to be custom-made.) At the rate I was growing, I didn’t think it’d be more than a week before I had the J-cup I’d asked for. I was more and more fixated on the enormous size of my chest. I loved that every time I looked down, my whole field of vision was taken up by the enormous titties jutting out in front of me. For their size, they barely sagged at all. I knew that it was because they were so new, and I knew that I’d have to wear a bra almost all the time to keep them as perky as they were. But rather than ısparta escort being an inconvenience, that just turned me on even more.My cock was more or less gone. At this point, it wasresembled nothing more than a slightly oversized clit,and was nestled under a hood at the top of my new pussy. I wasn’t deep enough yet to take a cock into my cunt, but I was inserting my finger into myself every day to see how much deeper I was getting. And I was ALWAYS wet.But I wasn’t only inserting my finger into my cunt.When Janet had said she would make my ass, mouth, andtits more sensitive, I hadn’t really understood thedegree that she was talking about. I found it almostimpossible to stop fingering my pussy and ass, and ifI had something to suck on or someone to fondle mytitties at the same time, so much the better. Everytime I ventured out of my apartment alone, I wasaccosted by some strange man (the slutty clothes thatwere all I had to wear anymore had something to do with that, I’m sure, as did my gigantic tits) andpropositioned. Although my pussy wasn’t totallydeveloped yet, I still found myself unable to refuse,and I’d been fucked quite a few times in my ass, notto mention the multiple dicks that I’d sucked.But I wasn’t upset about the fact that I seemed tohave no willpower at all, that I couldn’t refuse anoffer of sex. I loved it. I was a slut, just a huge-breasted girl whose only interest was sex, and it waswhat I’d always wanted to be.On the particular day that I ventured out of myapartment to the lab for my 22nd examination, I foundmyself unable to go home. The other techs had beenstaring at my body when I came in for my checkup, andI was so horny that I needed some release. This newfemale body of mine needed constant attention, and Iwas up near the boiling point.Instead of heading for my car, I walked in the direction of the instructional part of the campus. The student union was always filled with a variety of people, and I knew I’d be able to find someone there to help me out with my uncontrollable arousal.When I walked in, all eyes were on me. I suppose it’shard not to pay attention to a girl wearing a VERYshort skirt, a tank top that reveals more cleavagethan three average girls have put together, and a bra.No panties.It didn’t take long for a guy to proposition me,particularly when I walked up to a table of likelyprospects and leaned over it to say hello, my gigantic I-cup breasts nearly falling out of my shirt. I led him upstairs to one of the private study rooms. As we walked, I realized that in a way this was the same way things had been when I was a man. My male physique gave me an advantage in attracting women, and the new female physique I had designed for myself gave me an insurmountable advantage with guys.When we got to the study room, I locked the door behind us. I was down on my knees immediately, forcing this nameless guy up against the table as I frantically tried to release his cock from his pants. I hadn’t even asked his name, but I was desperate to blow him. My nipples were rock-hard and my little pussy was extremely wet. As I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, I could feel his dick straining to get out.Finally, his penis was freed from its bondage, andstood out straight from his crotch, bobbing with hisheartbeat. It was long and thick, at least as long asthe eight-inch cock I used to have. I loved it. I wasfascinated with cocks now that I no longer had one;they just seemed to be instruments that were capableof giving me so much pleasure.Without any hesitation, I engulfed his throbbing shaftin my hot wet mouth. I couldn’t believe how pleasurable it was to suck his dick. I knew that Janet had altered my genes so that my mouth was more sensitive to leasure, but I never would have thought that it would be possible for it to feel this good to be kneeling on the floor in a public place giving some anonymous guy a blowjob. When I’d been a guy, I’d been convinced that, while girls might have a vague enjoyment in giving a blowjob, it was mainly the guy who benefited.That may have been true for the average girl, but itcertainly wasn’t for me. When I felt the hot, smoothshaft sliding in and out of my mouth, the thrustinghardness rubbing against my tongue, it felt fantastic.It turned me on to know that I was kneeling here, witha cock in my mouth, my pussy dripping on the floor andmy tits nearly falling out of my low-cut shirt, butquite apart from the arousal I got from the situation,it felt fantastic just to feel that hot, thrusting meat fucking my mouth.At the same time, I knew it would feel just as fantastic elsewhere. As his cock pistoned in and out of my mouth, I reached down between my spread legs to my sopping pussy. Even though it wasn’t fully-formed, my cunt lubricated itself whenever I was horny, which these days was more or less constantly. As I’d walked from the lab to the student union, I had been able to feel the cool air against the hot wet flesh of my hairless pussy. Without any panties on, there had been nothing between my pussy and the outside air.As my fingers slid inside my sodden cunt, I felt thatit was getting deeper. It wouldn’t be long now beforeI would be able to get fucked. But for now, I’d haveto settle for masturbating my new pussy while I crouched with a fat cock between my lips, sucking itenthusiastically. The feeling of my fingers slidinginto me brought me closer to orgasm. It wouldn’t takemuch now to push me over the edge.As my hand continued to manipulate my pussy, the otherworked my shirt over my head. I leaned back, reluctantly parting with the dick in my mouth while I struggled to get my shirt over my head, then eagerly sucked the hard cock back between my lips. I unclasped my bra, feeling my bowling-ball-sized breasts settle onto my chest, and leaned back again to remove my bra completely.At the sight of my mammoth titties, I could see mypartner’s eyes widen. His cock was already as hard asrock, but it seemed to get even more rigid. I archedmy back, presenting the cavernous cleavage between mytits for his use, and he took the hint immediately.His hard pole slid between the marshmallow softness ofmy titanic tits, and his hips began to thrust. Mynipples were diamond-hard points of electric pleasureas his smooth love torpedo rocketed through the depthsof my cleavage.Tit-fucking was another of the sex acts that I doubtedheld much pleasure for the average woman, but I wantedto thank Janet for making my titties so much moresensitive to pleasure. With each thrust of the red-hotpenis between my breasts, I found myself moving thatmuch closer to orgasm. I loved the feeling of hishardness nestled there, loved feeling his cocksliding along the channel between my pillowy tits.Each time the head of his dick slid all the way fromthe top of my belly, between the gigantic mounds of myI-cup titties, to pop briefly out at the top of mycleavage and rub against my neck, I gave a little moanof pleasure. It felt so good to be titty-fucked. Itfelt so good for a guy to lay his cock on my chest asI pushed my titties together to give him the maximumsensation as he thrust his hips, rubbing his dickbetween my tits, using them for his pleasure.Suddenly, my orgasm was on me. My little clit and mynipples felt like they were on fire as my climax erupted like a volcano and tore through me like wildfire. My moan ratcheted up into a keening scream of pleasure as I mashed my titties together, burying his cock between them. Vaguely, I was aware of him coming at the same time, the hot cum spurting out of his cockhead to splash against my neck, rivulets of creamy jism running down the huge curves of my breasts, tickling the amazingly sensitive flesh of my nipples, and then dripping onto the floor. I licked my lips to get the cum that shot me in the face.Without missing a beat I was standing again, slidingmy skirt down my legs to reveal my hairless and soddencunt. I moved against him, rubbing my cum-soaked titties against his chest. I could feel my little nipples sliding up against him, hard points slipping against his skin. I pressed my stomach against his cock, feeling the still-hard organ jutting into me. I grabbed his ass to pull myself more tightly against him, and ground my hips into him as I slid my huge breasts around on his torso.Without warning, I spun around. Once again reachingbehind me to grab his ass, I pulled him into me,grinding my own ass back against him. I could feel hisrigid penis rubbing against my back, and I knew I needed it inside me again. I needed it in my ass. I wanted nothing more in the world than to have his dick in my ass, fucking me in my backdoor. I knew how good it would feel to be assfucked, and my asshole felt like it was burning up with anticipation.I didn’t have long to wait. My partner took the hint,and guided me forward until my waist was pressed against one of the study tables. He pushed me forward at the shoulders so that I bent over the table, my huge tits resting on the wooden surface. I knew that my perfect ass was spread wide open and ready to be penetrated. I reached back to spread it even wider, grabbing my asscheeks and pulling them apart. I couldn’t resist slipping a finger up my asshole for a moment and fingering myself there, thrusting the finger up my butt a few times as I moaned at the intense bolt of pleasure it shot through my body. I almost felt like I was coming again as my finger slid up my backdoor.”Please,” I moaned. “Please fuck me in the ass. I needit.”I received no reply, but I felt my hand gently beingpried from my ass. Immediately, it was replaced by arock-hard cock that slid slowly but inexorably up intomy butt. He needn’t have been so gentle, since myasshole was aching to be penetrated. Inch by inch heslid his cock further up into my abdomen, penetratingmy backdoor totally and completely. My ass felt so full as he finally got in all the way, splitting my asscheeks with his hard cock. I felt it there, enveloped in my body, and loved the feeling.Then all at once he pulled it almost all the way outof me, and then forced it back in. I cried out fromthe intense sensation of pleasure I got at the firstfull-speed thrust of his cock into my behind. I feltthe force of it all through me, felt the jiggling ofmy titties against the table as he buttfucked me. Myhands stretched out across the table, forcing my assback into his cock as he speared me in the butt againand again. I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of hiscock up my ass.His hands were on my butt now, massaging and fondlingmy asscheeks as his tool ploughed the furrow betweenthem. He grabbed and kneaded my ass, and I loved it.With each thrust of his rigid penis up into me, Ipressed back into him with more force, matching histhrusts. I loved feeling his cock in my butt.There I was, leaning over the table with my hugetitties jiggling as they rested on the table, beingbuttfucked by some guy and loving every second of it. A few short months ago I had been a large, virile man myself, but I’d willingly been transformed into the tiny little cock-slut I currently was, and it was fantastic. As I felt the huge cock penetrating my ass and my giant tits jiggling from the force (they couldn’t sway, since they were resting on the table) I had a hard time recalling what it felt like to be dishing out the fucking, instead of receiving it. I didn’t want to remember, since this was so much better. I never wanted it to stop. The only wish I had at that moment was that my pussy was deep enough to get fucked.Finally, after ramming me in the rear end with hiscock repeatedly, my new acquaintance reached hisorgasm. Mine had been happening almost continuouslyfor a few minutes. The pleasure I felt emanating frommy asshole stepped up a notch as he forced his cockeven deeper inside of me, straining with the effort,and I felt it twitch inside my ass as it depositedit’s precious cargo of hot liquid pleasure there. Mybutt felt filled with his cum, and I loved the factthat another man had come inside of me.We cleaned up, although it was impossible for me toclean off all the cum that had shot onto my face andtits. I’m sure that, when my partner and I left theprivate study area and went our separate ways, some ofthe people who were in the hallway could easily tellthat he’d just fucked me. But I didn’t care at all. Ijust went home to wait for Janet.A month later, the tests confirmed that the virus andthe nano-machines had finished their work on my system. And what a job they’d done.I was a tiny little girl. I’d shrunk more than a footto a final height of 5′ 1″, and everyone I had used tobe taller than now towered over me. My face was cuteand freckled, with enormous blue eyes. I looked almostinnocent except for the hint of sexual depravity thatalways crept into my expression. Janet had certainlydone all I could have wanted in supercharging my sexdrive.My hair was blonde and past my shoulders, and exceptfor my eyebrows and eyelashes was the only hair on mybody. My arms, legs, and my perfectly formed pussy were completely hairless. My proportions were perfect on my tiny frame, slim but not too skinny except for my tight round ass, which flared out as an exclamation point to top off my sexy legs.Of course, there were two parts of my body thatdefinitely were not slim. My breasts. When they finally reached their full growth, I was forced to wear custom-made bras that would have been the equivalent of an L- or an M-cup. When I asked Janet why she’d overshot my request of a J-cup rack, she said that she’d assumed I was embarrassed to ask for as much as I wanted. She was wrong, but I didn’t mind. My breasts were gigantic and heavy. They made it difficult to walk quickly and impossible to run, and they jiggled constantly no matter what I wore or howslowly I moved. The gigantic weight on my chest,combined with my tiny frame, tended to overbalance meif I leaned forward at all; on the contrary, I spentmost of my time leaning backwards to compensate. Theywere larger than basketballs. I had to reach aroundthem to do anything at all, and they made even simpletasks like cooking much more difficult. But I wouldn’thave traded them for the world.I loved them because they proclaimed to the world whatI was: a sex-toy. A slut. A woman whose only purposein life was to get fucked by as many guys as possible,to feel the jets of their cum shooting into and ontoher as often as possible.As soon as my pussy had been deep enough to get fucked, I’d found someone to fuck me in it. It really wasn’t that different from the blowjobs and assfucks I’d been engaging in for weeks; I just had another hole that needed to be filled. But the fuck that really summed up my new existence for me was the one I got when I reported for my last official checkup.I knew that the new procedure was a great success, andit was probably being written about in scientificjournals the world over, and being readied for moreextensive testing before it was put on the fast-trackfor use in treatment. But I wasn’t keeping track ofthe success. It didn’t matter to me anymore. All thatmattered to me was cock.I reported for my last checkup and found Jason waitingfor me at his desk. Since I was keen to have a littlefun with him, as well as incapable of passing up achance to show off my ample assets, I made a show ofleaning over his desk to give him a good view of mycleavage. However, I’d grown quite a bit in the titssince the last time I’d tried that trick, and this time they finally did pop entirely out of the neck of my shirt. Jason stared goggle-eyed at my gigantic titties bobbing in front of his eyes, and I felt my pussy get soaking wet just at the look on his face. I loved it that the enormous melons hanging from my chest could affect him like that, could cause the huge bulge I saw in his pants. Slowly, so as not to end the show too early, I scooped my fat titties back into my bra. I brushed against a pointy nipple and moaned involuntarily at the intense pleasure.Jason got up, trying to hide his obvious hard-on, andled me back to Dr. Lemount’s office. He’d given upbeing circumspect about staring at my body, and wasgazing openly at my tits. My clothes certainly didn’tmake it hard for him, as I was only wearing a tinytank top over my bra (I would have gone without thebra if I could have, but with my gigantic M-cup titties it was impossible.) I was wearing panties today, since my skirt was only a four-inch band of fabric and my pussy would have peeked out below it, but the panties were a tiny black g-string. The bottoms of my ass-cheeks stuck out of the bottom of the skirt in back, and my sheer panties, so form-fitting that you could see the cleft of my hairless pussy through them, were visible in front.Quite apart from the way I was dressed was the way Imoved. I swayed my hips back and forth, encouraging myskirt’s tendency to ride up and show my ass and panties, and I bounced up and down exaggeratedly while I moved so as to make sure my titties jiggled as much as possible. I met every man’s gaze with a smoldering look of passion. I couldn’t help myself, it was just second nature now that I was constantly desperate for sex, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.Once Jason and I had gotten to Dr. Lemount’s office,Jason closed the door, locking the three of us inside.Dr. Lemount’s eyes seemed as glued to my chest as wereJason’s.”Well, Jack,” said Dr. Lemount without taking his eyesoff my tremendous tits, “It looks like the procedurehas been a success.” This was the first time Iremembered him talking to me since the night we’dworked on the model for my new body.”Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount,” I purred. I so horny that Icouldn’t make my voice do anything but purr. My pussywas soaking wet, and had long since soaked through mylittle panties. “But don’t call me Jack anymore, please. I like Jackie better.””I have to admit it fits you better, now,” said Dr.Lemount. I could see that he was still upset by theknowledge that I used to be a man, and that I’d askedto be turned into the ridiculously voluptuous sex-crazed woman that I was now, but I could also see that he was turned on by it. And I thought the arousal was finally outweighing the discomfort.”That’s about the only thing that fits,” Jason said,nodding towards my tight, but enormous, bra. I couldhear the contempt in his voice, but I could also seethe bulge in his jeans. I thought his attraction to memight be beginning to outweigh his disgust at what I’ddone to myself, as well.”Yes, I did want to ask you about that, Jackie,” saidDr. Lemount. “You certainly seem much better… endowed than I expected you to be. And I must admit that what I was expecting was already quite a bit. Do you have any idea why that might be?””I wanted bigger titties,” I breathed, “but I was tooembarrassed to admit it. Then Dr. Bloom took me homewith her and stroked my dick while she asked me what Ireally wanted. I was so horny that I admitted to herthat I wanted these huge titties.” To punctuate mypoint, and also to increase the swelling I saw in bothof their crotches, I caressed my giant breasts. Fromthe look in their eyes, I was quite successful.”You actually like having a body like that?” Jasonasked incredulously. “You really like having thosehuge tits hanging on your chest, and having nothingbut a pussy between your legs? You really like it thatyou’re so much shorter than everybody else?””I love it,” I moaned.”Well, let’s get this examination underway,” said Dr.Lemount, somewhat brusquely. “Strip.”Dr. Lemount had never been present during my examsbefore; he wasn’t even a medical doctor, though he hadenough knowledge of biology to enable him to designnano-machines to affect the body. But I knew that thesort of exam he had in mind didn’t have anything to dowith medicine. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head,revealing my enormous bra, and slid my tiny skirt downmy legs.”My sivas escort god,” muttered Jason. “Look at the size of thosethings.”I smiled at him as I undid my bra and let it slide down my arms, my gigantic titties settling on my chest. The nipples were rock hard. Both Dr. Lemount and Jason were breathing quickly, and their stiff cocks were clearly outlined by their pants.”All the way, Dr. Lemount?” I asked coquettishly.”Should I take off my panties, too?””Yes, Jackie,” he said. “Take it all off.”I turned away from them, feigning modesty, but in factit was just so that they could have a clear view of myperfect ass, and the thong sliding out from between myrounded butt cheeks as I slid my sodden panties down my legs. I was bending at the waist, and my legs wereslightly parted, so they could see everything all theway from my hot little asshole to my hairless cunt.I turned back to them, a tiny-framed, impossibly bustygirl standing completely naked in front of two fully-clothed men. My pussy was so wet that it was drippingdown my thighs, and my nipples ached from my arousal.”Well, Jackie,” started Dr. Lemount, “it appears thateverything is in order. But appearances aren’teverything. I assume that you’ve put your new femaleorgans to some use?””Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount,” I grinned. I was really intoturning him on now, and I had none of the reticenceI’d had when I was still a man. I was too horny to.”I’ve put my new pussy to lots of use. I don’t knowhow many men have fucked me.”Jason choked. I went on.”And not just in the pussy, either. I’ve had men fuckme in the ass and between the tits. I’ve jerked themoff until they shot their cum on my tits or in myface, and I’ve sucked more cocks than I can count.””That’s all well and good, Jackie, but all the same Ithink we might need to see a demonstration,” said theDoctor.”What do you want me to do?” I asked.”Masturbate, Jackie,” said Dr. Lemount. “I want to seeyou masturbate.”Once again, I had no hesitation. I went to his desk,having to boost myself onto it because I was so small,and sat there with my legs spread and dangling, nottouching the floor, and my pussy completely open tothe view of both Dr. Lemount and Jason. Eagerly, Itouched my smooth pussy, running my fingers up anddown along the slit and over the top of my mound. Iflicked the tip of my finger against my clitoris, andjumped. My tits jiggled.Both Jason and the Doctor were watching me closely,and I was loving it. I loved to put a show on forthem, and it made me even hornier to realize whata spectacle I was making of myself, masturbating mynew female body in front of two people who had beencolleagues of mine when I was still a man.I started to rub my finger against my clit. I easedinto it, getting used to the sensation. Janet had toldme that I was many times as sensitive to pleasure inmy pussy as a normal woman would be, and I didn’t doubt it. My other hand reached up to my similarly over-sensitized tits and started to knead and caress them. I flicked my nipples in time with my clit, and moaned uncontrollably. It felt so good to be female, and to be playing with myself while men watched me.Every once in a while I’d neglect my clitoris for amoment so as to dip two or three fingers into my pussy. Even though I’d let men fuck me repeatedly, I was still rather tight just by virtue of only having had a pussy for a month or so. Despite my tightness, though, I had an uncontrollable desire to be penetrated by as big an object as possible, to feel it stretching my tight pussy. As Jason and Dr. Lemount watched, I slid three and then four fingers inside of myself, moaning at the amazing sensation of feeling so much penetrating me. Though it was so amazingly tight a fit that it hurt, I slowly slid my thumb inside myself as well, feeling my whole hand fit into my pussy. I loved it. My eyes were squeezed shut with the pain, but the pleasure was even more unbearable. I was fisting myself, and I couldn’t imagine anything ever feeling better.Suddenly, though, I had the urge to feel somethinginside my backdoor as well. My left hand left my tits,and I rolled onto my right hip, keeping my right handfirmly inside my cunt. My left hand crept slowly overthe curve of my spectacular ass, and I felt my fingersbrush up against my asshole.Slowly, gingerly, I slid a finger inside and startedto pump it in and out of my ass, in time with the entire hand I was pumping in and out of my cunt. One finger wasn’t enough, though, so I slowly slid another up my ass. I loved the sensation of being full there at the same time as I was penetrated in my pussy. Another finger found its way up my rear entrance, and I now had three fingers working my ass. Another made it four.By this time I was going for the gusto. I knew that myass was even tighter than my pussy, but it felt so good to be finger-fucking it with all four of my fingers. In addition, I got off on feeling the stretching sensation, and knowing how much I was cramming into both my holes. My orgasm started to peak, and the pain I felt receded, replaced entirely by the pleasure. I couldn’t take it, it just felt so good. It seemed like I had no control over myself as my orgasm flowed through me, electrifying every neuron in my body. My left thumb slid alongside my fingers, and I found myself fisting my pussy and ass at the same time.I loved it, the sensation of being so impossibly fullin front and back, all at once. My orgasm slowlysubsided and I looked down between my spread legs, myhands both still fully inserted into my pussy and ass,to see Jason and Dr. Lemount still watching. I hadforgotten all about them in my ecstasy and self-exploration.Both of them were naked, and their hands were strokingtheir cocks without any sign of embarrassment. Theirtools were huge. Dr. Lemount’s cock had to be nine orten inches long, and Jason’s was even longer. Both were thick and very, very hard.I was across the room like a shot, my hands popping out of my pussy and ass with some difficulty. Kneeling in front of these two men, I began to lick their dicks, alternating one after the other. I’d stroke Jason’s cock while I took the Doctor’s into my mouth, and then switch. My pussy and ass felt disappointingly empty while I crouched there, my huge titties swaying as I worshipped both of these large dicks, but I didn’t think that would be a permanent situation.For now, though, I could ignore the empty sensation inmy two orifices, as I was more concerned with theintense pleasure I was receiving from my mouth. Iloved to take cocks into my mouth and this situation,having two presented to me to be sucked at the sametime, was twice the pleasure I was used to. I loved toslide my tongue over the long, smooth side of Jason’s12-inch cock before engulfing it in my mouth and trying to get as much of it as possible down my throat. I loved to switch from his to Dr. Lemount’s shorter but thicker member, feeling it stretch my lips. Janet had certainly done her job ensuring that I got sexual pleasure from being penetrated in my mouth; it felt fantastic.But quite apart from how good it felt, there was thepsychological factor. I loved to be the girl, the slut, kneeling in front of two naked men who were desperate to use me for sex. I loved the fact that both of them knew that I used to be a man, but my body was so sexy that they couldn’t help but be aroused by it and wanted to fuck me anyway. And it was absolutely fantastic, while I was enjoying the pleasurable sensation of having a cock in my mouth, to be jacking off another dick, to feel the hot, thrusting shaft rock-hard in my hand as I stroked it insistently. It was great to know that both of these guys were so horny for me that they both wanted to be in my mouth.I sucked them for all I was worth, first one and thenthe other. I alternated rapidly, trying to entice themto orgasms as close together as possible. Every time Iwas at work on Jason, my head bobbing away and my titsjiggling wildly from the effort, and he’d start to buck his hips a bit too frantically, I’d switch to Dr.Lemount, taking his cock in my mouth and jacking offJason so as to maintain his arousal. Every time Dr.Lemount started to seem to be near his orgasm, I’dtake my hot, wet mouth from his cock and wrap it backaround Jason’s, trying to slowly ratchet up the arousal in both of them.Finally, I could feel that they were both very neartheir climax, and I couldn’t realistically delay itany longer. Jason’s dick was in my mouth, but my handon Dr. Lemount’s seemed to be giving him nearly asmuch sensation. Jason’s hips started to buck, and Ifelt the cum start to shoot out of his dick. I swallowed the first load or two, but then leaned back so that his cum was shooting out onto my face, spraying my neck and tits and then dripping down from them as the next load hit me again. I was soaked in his cum.At the same time, I was still jacking off Dr. Lemount’s thick pole. He could see Jason’s cock spraying cum on me like a fire-hose, and the sight pushed him over the edge. Cum shot out of his dick, spraying my face, neck, and tits, and mixing with Jason’s wherever it landed. I opened my mouth to catch what I could, savoring the taste of the mixed varieties of cum as they mixed together in my mouth. As both men finished their orgasms, the last few drops of cum leaking from their dicks to land on me, I started to scoop up the cum that had soaked my tits, ladling it into my mouth.But while I was eagerly ingesting their cum, theyweren’t idle. I felt their hands on me, guiding mytiny body towards the desk. The papers and documentson the desktop were brushed aside onto the floor asJason helped boost me onto it. I laid down on my back,my legs spread and my ass teetering on the edge of thedesk. I was completely open to him.I stared down between the deep canyon created betweenmy gigantic, quivering breasts, and I could see myhairless mound between my legs. My thighs were spread wide to present as inviting a sight as I could to Jason, who stood massaging his dick between my spread legs. I could see him staring at my bare pussy, and I knew he was thinking about how horny I was, what a panting little cock-crazy slut I had turned myself into. But all I cared about was getting his hardening dick into me.As I lay on my back, massaging my super-sensitivetitties while my hips thrust of their own volition, Icould see Jason’s cock rising to the occasion. Slowly,it inflated back to its full size and hardness, and the hunger I saw in his eyes, the desire for my sexy,incredibly big-busted little body, seemed to grow. Ifelt the hot head of his dick at the entrance to mycunt. Slowly he slid it up into me, feeling his hotshaft filling my sloppy cunt. I’m sure he expectedsome resistance; a guy with a cock that size has to beused to it, but I was so horny, and so stretched out from the fist-fucking I had given myself already, that he slid inside of me with no problems whatsoever.My sopping wet pussy slid over his cock like a fleshyenvelope, and as soon as he was completely inside ofme I started to come, just from the pleasure of havingmy anticipation finally satisfied.His lovely, enormous cock started to thrust in and outof me, and my orgasm continued to flow through my body, from the red-hot center of it in my pussy out to the tips of my extremities. All the time, Jason was pumping away in my crotch, filling my love-hole with his insistently thrusting meat. My mouth moved, begging him for more without coherent words. I couldn’t form them, the ecstasy was so great.It was at this point that Dr. Lemount climbed onto me.I had forgotten all about him, but he took theopportunity to remind me of his existence by climbingonto the table and straddling my chest. The weight ofhis body on top of the tiny girl I now was knocked thebreath out of me, and was uncomfortable to say theleast, but when he slid his thick shaft in betweenmy fat titties, I couldn’t bring myself to ask him toget off. He reached down, pressing my enormous breaststogether and sandwiching his dick between them. I felthim there, his dick on my chest but completelysurrounded by the hot pillowy softness of my overgrownmammaries. I loved the feel of it. I couldn’t believehow much pleasure resulted from having a dick betweenmy tits, thrusting into the yielding flesh of mybreasts. He slid easily between them, my tit-canyonhaving been well-lubricated with cum, and with everythrust of his dick into my cleavage I gave a littleyelp of pleasure.But at the same time, I felt Jason’s big cock fuckingme in my pussy. Both of them were thrusting into (oragainst) me at the same time, both of them using mefor their pleasure. Even though I knew that my ownenjoyment was incidental to them, I loved it. I couldn’t imagine anything better than lying here with a cock in my twat and another between my tits, moaning for more sex as they thrust away obliviously. It felt great; I was orgasming steadily, and I loved the sensations my female body was giving me.After a few minutes of frantic pumping away in mypussy and between my tits, both guys were nearingtheir orgasms. Once again, they came at almost thesame time. Jason slammed inside of me, filling me asdeep as I’d ever had it, and I felt the cum spill outof his cock, filling up my insides with the hot wet goodness he shot into my pussy. A moment later, Dr. Lemount’s cock spurt out its payload onto my chest, adding to the mixed cocktail of jism there. I couldn’t see his cock cum, since it was completely enveloped between my enormous breasts, but I could feel him tense and shoot his load, and I could feel the warmth and the gooey wetness between my titties.As soon as Dr. Lemount got off of me Jason grabbed myhips, easily flipping me over so that I was face-downon the desk. It was easy for him now that I was sotiny and light. Without missing a beat, he jammed hisstill-hard cock back into my pussy from behind, fucking me doggy-style now. I could feel his foot-long cock spearing me in my tight cunt, sliding into me again and again as his hands ran over my hips and my luscious ass. Each thrust of his cock into me made my titties shake, and little drops of cum dripped down from my diamond-hard nipples to land on the desk. He pulled me back onto his cock, penetrating me deeper now that he had better leverage. I loved it. It made me feel so dirty and sexy to be fucked from behind, like an a****l. I had an a****listic need to be fucked, and Jason’s big cock reaming my pussy was certainly filling it.At the same time, Dr. Lemount had moved in front ofme, and his thick piece of meat was pointing right atmy face. The head of his hard cock was pointed straight at my lips, and I took the hint. I luxuriated in the feeling of having a cock in my mouth again as I slid my wet horny lips down along his shaft until it was buried in my throat, and my lips were wrapped around the base. I loved to feel a thick cock filling my mouth. My tongue played along the bottom of his pole as my head bobbed up and down along it, my tits shaking with the effort I was putting into blowing him. I loved to take cocks into my mouth now, loved to service them with my lips, feeling them get more and more excited as I suck for all I’m worth, until finally they deposit their precious cargo down my throat.It didn’t take long before I had the cargo that Iwanted, and Dr. Lemount groaned as he collapsed nextto me, lying on the desk. Desperate for more sex (evenif one of my partners was near exhaustion) I leapt ontop of him, feeling Jason’s dick slide out of me, andstarted grinding my pussy down against his still-hardcock. I didn’t want to give him time to go limp. Myattentions seemed to work, because his cock remainedstiff as a board and his hands came up to grab my hipsas his hard dick slid into me. I could feel it fillingmy pussy, taking the place that Jason’s cock had vacated only seconds before. Despite the load of cum I already had inside me, I wanted more.I crouched there, my pussy impaled on Dr. Lemount’sthick cock, bouncing up and down on his pole andfeeling it in my pussy, still loving the feeling ofbeing fucked. It was impossible to get bored withanything that felt this good. I leaned forward, resting my tits on his chest as he fucked me. They didn’t rest there, actually; they were too slippery with cum, and our fucking was too energetic for that. They slid all over his chest, and the extra sensation on my sensitive titties made me even wetter and hornier, if that were possible. Dr. Lemount didn’t seem to mind being smeared with the mixture of cum that was soaking my tits, either. He was much too engrossed in fucking me.While I was busy bouncing my tiny body up and down hiscock, though, I looked over my shoulder to Jason.Wordlessly, with moans and a beckoning motion, Iconveyed my desire to have another cock inside me. Hedidn’t waste time complying. As Dr. Lemount layunderneath me, his cock pistoning in and out of mydripping cunt and my tits sliding over his chest,Jason came up behind me, standing next to the desk ashis rigid dick slid up and down between my ass cheeks.He knew what I wanted, but he was only teasing me,letting his cock slide up and down my asscrack but only brushing it against my asshole each time instead of fucking me there like he knew I needed. Even thoughI knew this was only to build anticipation, that he’ddefinitely have his cock buried up my backdoor in a few moments, I groaned in frustration. I couldn’t stand waiting. I wanted his cock up my ass right NOW!I was an incurable ass-slut.After making me wait for it for a few more moments,though, Jason did indeed slip his cock into me, filling my asshole with hard thrusting cock. I was completely full in my cunt and my ass, and as Jason and Dr. Lemount settled into a rhythm, fucking me from the front and behind, I loved it. I loved being so stuffed full of cock in both my holes, I loved being caught between two dicks like pincers. I loved the fact that I was now such a horny girl that two guys together couldn’t completely satisfy me. Quite simply, I loved being fucked.And I continued to get fucked. Jason’s cock in my assand Dr. Lemount’s in my pussy drove into me again andagain, and each time I felt ecstasy jolt through myentire body. I loved the sensation of having two cocksin me at once, and I knew I’d be repeating it as oftenas possible. Both stiff rods felt like iron, and theywere both penetrating me in my soft and yielding flesh. I was stuck there, I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to, and I loved it. I loved being overpowered and fucked by guys, I loved being penetrated with their enormous cocks, and I loved being a slave to my own desires, my supercharged libido.With every thrust of those two enormous cocks insideof me, I felt a little more pleasure. Feeling Dr.Lemount filling my pussy with his cock, and Jason’spenis buried inside my backdoor, both of them slidingin and out of my sexual orifices, was rapture beyondanything I’d experienced before. When I had been a man, fantasizing about being a girl, I’d thought I might be exaggerating the pleasure, making it more than it really was, but now I knew that if anything I had underestimated it. There was nothing more enjoyable than crouching here, my pussy and ass both filled with hard thrusting cock, and waiting to be filled up with even more cum. I loved it. And I knew I’d spend the rest of my life doing it.And even when they finally came, filling up both myholes with their hot load of creamy cum, I still lovedit. When they left me there on the desk and went toclean up, I lay there covered in sweat and cum, witheven more jism leaking from my pussy and my ass topool on the desk, and I reflected on what I’d done tomyself and my life. All there was now was sex; it wasall I was interested in, and certainly all I was goodfor. My body was so exaggerated as to make anythingelse impossible, even if I could go five minutes inthe company of other people without wanting to rip offmy clothes and let them fuck me. I wouldn’t even beany good as a whore, since I’d never be able to refuseguys even if they claimed to have no money. All I was,and all I would ever be, was a slut.And I loved being a slut.

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