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Subject: {ASSM} New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 9/10 femdom F/m etc
Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 05:10:04 -0400
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New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 9/10 Femdom F/m f/f M/m




                             ix.

A month later I was all the woman I could possibly be, except for
a proper pussy, a final "adjustment" of my body that could be
scheduled any time I wanted it, Dr. Portland assured Hayley.  I'd
gradually become reconciled to living as if I were a woman, as if
now a woman, and I'd found it had advantages. Gradually I forgot I
wasn't a woman, and I became one.

When I told Hayley that in my own mind my gender had changed, she
asked me playfully whether I wasn't just a little bit grateful to
her now, now that I knew where she'd wanted me to go and had gone
there, despite the fact that she'd had to scheme it, even partly
trick me into it.  "We're both so much happier now, sweetheart,"
she told me.  "I mean, now we both wake up each morning feeling so
good about ourselves!  Whether we're in bed with each other or with
someone else doesn't seem to matter!"   

We were chatting at breakfast at the time, two women in peignoirs,
morning sun streaming in through the window.  Hayley was buttering
toast and nibbling on a slice while waiting for an egg to poach.  

I told her that when I first recovered from my hormonal conversion
to womanhood, that second stage sickness, I felt terribly fearful. 
At risk.  Everything was so new!  I felt the way I'd felt on our
first date when I was holding that gay bruiser's cock in my hand
and wondering how far I'd have to go.  All those anxieties!  Where
was Hayley?  What would happen if I had to bend down and touch my
lips to it, or take it into my mouth?  I'd have to suck on it, and
somehow deal with whatever he spurted.  And then I'd be forever
afterward a cocksucker, in my own eyes and in Hayley's eyes too! 
Knowing I was a man who'd pleasured another man, could she ever
again respect me?  Could she ever want me for herself?  Would she
want me to do it again?  Would I have done it? 

What I'd now found out was, yes, she did want me for herself.  And
no, she didn't want me to be a man who pleasures other men, as I'd
feared.  Instead, she wanted me to be a woman who pleasures other
men.  And that's what I now was.

"I don't know that I'm better off this way," I said.  "But at least
this way I'm normal, heterosexual, not what some people call
perverted.  And it's nice, being a woman!  Decorating yourself and
taking pleasure in it, and giving other people pleasure because of
it, doing whatever you like, leading men around by their noses or
their pricks, whatever it is they can't keep out of your
business!"

"You are such fun," Hayley replied.  "I do love you so."  She
started in on her poached eggs.  "Will you be seeing Craig again
this week?" 

"No, he's out of town this week."

"You poor dear.  Will you miss him?"

"A little.  Not a lot.  Not as long as there's Mark.  Good old
Mark.  Meg lets me use him any time I need someone to fill the gaps
in my life.  Not that I don't feel real affection for him.  He was
my first, after all, you know.  Of course you know, you were there! 
You always remember your first."

"That's true," Hayley said.  "I remember mine.  I was only sixteen,
and I didn't want any one boy to boast that he'd taken my cherry. 
 So I lined up five studs, and got them to take turns on me over
and over, until they all ran out of juice and I could shame them
about being so inadequate.  Not a peep out of them the next day! 
I was so sore!  But it did raise my expectations past what any one
man could ever provide.  That's why I always needed supplementary
screwing even in the early days of our relationship, and especially
after our marriage.  Not very often, maybe only a few times each
week."  

A gleam appeared in her eye.  "And I certainly do remember you and
Mark, and the night Mark popped your cherry.  We all planned it,
the girls and I, because we all wanted to watch our new girlfriend
get laid for her very first time, and then help her celebrate!  You
needed to be coaxed, you sweet thing, but not a lot.  You were so
new to everything then."  

I certainly was.  Shy, and especially fearful of sex with a man,
and repelled by the idea too, though I knew I had to do it, I had
to get through it, get used to it.  And I did.  In one evening. 
Now it's hard to imagine not being eager for sex when I've got a
hot date with a hunk and I'm getting ready for him, and Hayley and
I are gossiping about him!  But that first time?  I was so
virginal!

Hayley and Meg had arranged everything.  It was only a week after
I'd recovered from my morning sickness and adjusted to my new body. 
I'd visited Patti's place with Hayley a few times, and I'd begun to
like being a lesbian.  In fact I'd begun to love it, rolling over
and under all that soft, perfumed, womanly flesh, wrapped up in it
and groping for more!  I suspected nothing.  

And the occasion seemed innocent enough at first.  Hayley invited
everyone over for cocktails and an early dinner -- "We want to
leave lots of time for later on," she said cryptically when I asked
her why so early.  The invitees were Patti and Dora, and Meg with
Mark, and the two of us.  We set the table and set out the serving
platters, and then went upstairs to change.

"I can't wait to see what those training sessions did to Mark,"
Hayley said as she brushed her hair.  "How he's changed."

"How would learning new sales strategies change him?" I asked. "Or
whatever it was they taught him?"  

I lined up my eye make-up and sighed, looking it over and then
picking up the eye creme to begin with  The result when I was done
would be gorgeous, I knew, huge innocent doll eyes with eyelids
that gleamed whenever I drooped them.  Irresistible, even to me! 
But I was still new to this kind of facial artistry, and it took so
long!  I was only beginning to realize that if I was going to this
much trouble to look feminine, I should go out and be seen, find
new friends who would admire what I looked like!  I was still
house bound except for a few trips out now and then with Hayley. 
That I could go trolling for guys on my own hadn't yet occurred to
me.  I didn't want guys.  Not until after that night.

"Oh, his firm didn't send him anywhere," Hayley said.  "Meg sent
him.  He went to an obedience school, a place where they do things
to make difficult husbands docile.  Meg said it worked beautifully! 
He's a new man."

"Oh?"  I'd decided on the royal blue dress with the wide, pleated
skirt, so I was thinking that I'll need my blue-gray shades of
eye shadow, though a green accent would be striking!  Then I
realized what Hayley had just said.  "What?  To an obedience
school?  Like a dog?" 

"Sort of.  I hear they starved him in a kennel the first few days,
so afterward he'd pay attention and do what he was told.  But
mostly it's done by drugs and hypnosis.  You see, a while ago when
you were only refusing to get breasts and enjoy them like the rest
of us,  Mark was being far worse.  Very difficult!  He not only
refused them himself and had a fit when Meg asked him, he got
uncontrollable!  He started asking exactly what it was we all did
at Patti's!  He began threatening to make difficulties for all of
us, expose us to our bosses, and he tried to forbid Meg any contact
with us.  Things like that.  It got to be intolerable!  So Meg
checked out this school and arranged for them to come get him.  And
only two weeks later they brought him back as sweet as could be! 
She can do no wrong now, no matter what, and he's eager to leap
whenever she says 'jump'."

"In only two weeks?" I asked.  Mark was his own man, tough and
stubborn, I knew, like lots of guys who were built like a truck. 
Meanwhile I stroked the hint of a white streak under my plucked
eyebrows.  Perfect!

"It takes longer than two weeks if a man needs to be made gay or a
sissy, or driven psychotic, or made averse to all other women, if
he needs deep reconditioning like that.  Wives sometimes want one
of those things for husbands who've been tomcatting around  They
want to neutralize them, even get them neutered.  And some wives
want their husbands specially treated just before a divorce
settlement, to give them an edge so their husbands will sign away
everything rather than be exposed as call girls, or lap dancers, or
geeks who fuck goats, or let goats fuck them, or whatever they've
become.  That can take a month or two, but Mark didn't need that. 
All Mark needed was to be brought to heel.  Trained to be eager to
help Meg dress for her dates with other guys, pleased to fix dinner
for her for whenever she came back from our little sessions at
Patti's, always be ready to do whatever she tells him, always check
with her if in doubt, never question her.  Lick her pussy
whatever's inside it, and never ask.  You know.  An ideal husband!"

"Isn't that a little wimpy?  I mean, Mark has always been a tough
egg who knows his own mind!"

"Oh, he still does know his own mind, it's just that Meg now tells
him what to think.  It gives him great satisfaction to obey her. 
And that gives Meg great satisfaction too.  You'll see.  Mark is
your special date tonight."   

I was stroking on mascara by this time, but that stopped my hand. 
I almost messed it up.  "My date?  Aren't you my date?"  What was
she up to?

And Hayley explained.  We girls had no secrets from each other, now
that I was a girl.  "No, sweetie, not this time.  I'm not yours
tonight, I'm spoken for."

This was rather mysterious.

"It's just that we were all talking about how wonderful you've been
about everything, all of us girls, and how much you enjoy your new
breasts, and the pleasure you get from showing off your figure in
public, and what good taste in clothes you've got.  And how soon
you'll be going back to the office as a committed, thoroughly
feminine woman.  Darla can't wait, she's so eager to show you all
the things you'll need to know.  She hopes you'll want to be her
girlfriend after hours now, though still her boss during the day of
course.  So you can gossip, and make jokes, and give caring advice,
and bare your hearts to each other.  You know, the way we do. I
told her I thought that would be lovely -- even married women need
special friends of their own.  So she's looking forward to it."  

Darla had called me to congratulate me the day after my recovery,
to welcome me to her world, and to assure me that the other women
in our division were as enthusiastic about my joining them as she
was.  She'd joked about how my 22% pay cut as a woman hadn't come
through yet, but she'd promised to clue me in about which of the
men we worked with were wolves and which were lambs.  "You can prey
on the lambs yourself if you like," she'd said.  "We all do now and
then.  They never object when we take a bite out of them!"

"Well," Hayley continued.  "When you go back to work as a woman,
that's when my little girl will need to be all grown up, really be
a woman.  You'll need to know much more about your new life, so
you'll know how to get people to do what you want.  Especially men. 
You can't go back to work still a virgin.  You need experience. 
Tonight, you get that experience."  

I was listening with a sinking feeling in my gut (my 'tummy' was
what Hayley insisted I call it).  She'd been angling me closer to
this moment for some time, to intimacy with a man, assuming as she
always did what whatever she enjoyed I'd enjoy.  I'd tried telling
her I was a lesbian, I liked girls, but all she did was shrug and
tell me that she did too, but that even so, men were something
special.  

Now it seemed unavoidable.  I studied my eyes in the mirror of my
make-up table.  They were finished, beautiful.  I stretched out my
lips and began outlining them, to delay saying anything.  Perhaps
to out wait any need to say anything.

"Have I been wrong previously?" Hayley asked, sensing my
uncertainty.  "About how much pleasure your breasts would give you? 
About how you'd need to look like a woman once you had breasts? 
About all the pretty things you could wear once you committed to
looking like a woman?  About how, if you looked like one, you might
as well be one?  And did I fail to tell you that men are interested
in women?  And women enjoy men?"

Hayley was never wrong.  It was pointless to debate any of her
questions.

"And how, now, being a woman, you'll certainly want to enjoy men? 
Honey, there's nothing to it!  You'll love it!  Tomorrow you'll
thank me.  But you'll thank Mark especially!"  

How did she manage to make up her face so quickly?  She'd been a
woman longer than I'd been, I guess.  She knew.  She was stunning,
as always!  Though she'd laid a long purple evening gown out on our
bed, she was dressed in a tailored silk jump suit with zippers
everywhere.  She saw me staring.  "This is for now.  The gown's for
later.  I'll be going out formal afterward," she said.  "You'll
stay here with the others, so you won't need a long gown like this
one tonight."

I didn't dare ask her where or why.  She'd tell me, as she always
did, when she thought I should know.  And as we went downstairs,
two lovely ladies planning to entertain their friends for an
evening, Hayley confided that when I took on Mark I'd also be doing
Meg a favor.  Just as Meg was doing both of us a favor by lending
us the use of Mark.

"You see, you don't look at all like a man any more, sweetie," she
said.  "And I don't myself think you are a man, not in any way that
would matter to a woman, not any more.  I know you're not!  But
Mark thinks you're still a man under your boob job, and under all
the paint and finery, and he still has the usual male contempt for
effeminate men, and men who have sex with other men, and so on.  So
though he's been told to make you glad you're a woman, and
instructed to fuck your brains out and suck your tits dry, and so
on, and he'll do it, don't doubt that, he won't want to.  You may
need to seduce him.  Of course you'll succeed.  And if despite
everything else you can make him enjoy you, Meg will feel a lot
easier about some other arrangements she's making."

"Why so, honey?" I asked her.  I glimpsed myself in our hall
mirror, and felt a surge of pride.  I did look lovely, dressed and
made up for an evening at home.  The pearl drop earrings I'd
borrowed from Hayley provided just the right accent!  

"He's a very potent man -- his erections come easy and they last
and last these days, that's why she'll never be willing to give him
up.  But she's planning a two week cruise to the Bahamas with her
current boyfriend.  During those two weeks she won't be available
to drain his semen from his cock before he goes to work, as she
always does.  Well, she doesn't want him jerking off on his own,
and she certainly doesn't want him roaming the field with a rampant
erection while she's gone.  She thinks that would be cruel, and
besides, she doesn't want him tempted to take up with other women. 
It could happen even though he's been forbidden them, because they
haven't been forbidden him, and he's now susceptible to any woman
who uses the right tone of voice."  

I might once have felt solidarity or sympathy for a man so
obviously at the mercy of a manipulative wife.  Instead, I felt
amused, and also curious how Meg had dealt with the problem.

"So she's arranged for a man to visit him and blow him once a day. 
A gay man.  Mark's been done by men before -- he was blown once by
a man at his obedience school so he'd get over his homophobia, and
he's given several men blow jobs since then, Meg insisting on it as
a way to enforce discipline.  But he takes no pleasure in it.  Not
even perverse pleasure.  The school certified him homoerotic, but
his grades were bare pass.

"So?" I asked.  "What does this have to do with me?"

"Meg thinks that if Mark can enjoy sex with you, he'll be a little
bit happier with the gay man she's providing him, and she does want
Mark to be happy after all, he's her husband!  Also, she hopes
you'll feel some affection for him, maybe want to drop by and renew
acquaintance while she's gone.  Then he might take an interest in
the new things that interest you, women's things, she's always
wished he'd do that.  But any kind of friendship is enough."

Hayley hesitated, then came out with it.  "Berry, I think she'd
like to see you two become lovers.  She thinks it would be just
beautiful for you to get crushes on each other and then start a
long, torrid, romantic love affair.  Really appreciate each other. 
Plaster yourselves to each other, write long love letters to each
other on the e-mail, and stay out of trouble.  I think so too."

"I see," was all I could say.

"Though all that would only be bonuses, dividends.  The main thing
tonight is for you two to fuck and suck each other."  She turned to
kiss me as the doorbell rang, careful not to muss. "It's the
greatest thing a woman can know, fucking," she said.  "If I could,
I'd arrange for the five guys who broke me in when I was sixteen to
do you.  I want you to lack for nothing!"  

Dinner was polite, friendly, cheerful, chatty, relaxed.  Mark told
jokes and Patti and Dora told me how they first met, at a sorority
mixer in college where they were supposed to be meeting boys, and
when they disappeared together everyone assumed they'd found boys. 
I was a little tense, but apparently no one else was.  I looked
Mark over for the first time not as a buddy but a possible sexual
partner.  A probable partner.  He wasn't altogether repellent.  I
wasn't crazy about the idea, but apparently he had a highly
functional cock, and I knew that if I was ever to learn to be a
complete woman I'd need to learn to respect functional cocks.  Even
to desire them.

Then it all began to happen, after dinner.  We paired off in the
living room, Meg and Dora, Hayley and Patti, and me and Mark, and
it quickly became obvious that we were intended to serve as each
other's after-dinner liqueurs.  The women began to sip, then
clinch, then kiss passionately, and feel each other's boobs, and
moan.  And then sink to the floor, couple by couple, to continue
their nibbling and licking and fondling.  Hattie seemed to be the
dominant figure with Hayley, who remained rigid in a breathless
ecstasy as Patty tenderly nuzzled her neck.  But then Hayley bared
one of Patti's nipples, then the other, and ferociously threw
herself onto them.  She'd done that with me a few times.  I knew
how it felt.  Terrifying and wonderful!

Mark and I sat quietly, talking in low voices.  He seemed terribly
nervous, and on impulse I took his hand.  He looked down at where
we were holding hands, but said nothing.

"You do know what we're here for, don't you Mark?" I said.

"Yes," he replied.  "Barry, do you think we could go out and get a
burger or something first?  I mean, I know you already, but I need
to forget that I know you, so maybe if we behaved as if this was a
first date or something?"

"Shhhh!" I said.  And I kissed him lightly, affectionately, on the
lips.  The first man I ever kissed.  It wasn't bad!

"Tell me I'm beautiful," I told him.  "And remember, I'm 'Berry'
when I'm like this."  I figured, get him thinking of me as a woman,
not the man he once knew, and we'd have a head start.

"You are!" he said, with what I took to be sincere feeling.  "I've
been looking at you all evening, and I can't believe what they've
done to you!  Berry, you are an absolute stunner!  No way the guy
I once knew!"

"No, no way.  Now you can kiss me!"  This seducing was fairly
simple stuff, I was thinking.  "And just touch my breast, it feels
so good when you do that!"  He did.     

And I lost it.  I began to go wild, as happened every time Hayley
touched them these days.  Knowing how this evening would end, I was
wearing only thi-hi stockings, no garter belt, no pantyhose, and no
panties.  "Ooooh" I squealed, and I climbed onto his lap and took
him around the neck and kissed him deeply, passionately, avidly. 
He returned my kisses with his tongue in my mouth, and continued to
caress my bosom.  "Oh! Oh!" I moaned.  I was beginning to feel
orgasms rising one behind the other.  God, I needed something in
me!

I stood up.  "Take off your pants, Mark," I said.  He looked behind
me questioningly, and apparently Meg nodded to him, because his
belt and waistline flew apart, and a moment later he was bare from
the waist down.  Yes!  It was quite a cock!  Longer than the span
of my hand, an erect, firm, thick shaft of pink ivory, its huge
helmeted head an angry red.

Suddenly a figure came between us, Hayley, with a tube of some kind
of ointment in her hand.  "Here, Mark," she said.  "She's mine,
you're only borrowing her, remember.  Return her undamaged.  Be
gentle.  I want her to love it!"  And with a few deft twists of her
palm, she spread a thick coat of gelatinous oil on that exposed
cock.  She handed him the tube, then said "Turn your back and hike
up your skirt and bend over, Berry love!"   I did.  I then heard
her say, "That's yours for the night.  The most precious ass I
know.  Take good care of it!"  She then sat down again with her
three girlfriends to watch. 

I felt Mark spread some of that jelly on my asshole, and then he
looked at Hayley again.  I did too.  This moment was hers.  She
watched me with pride and adoration radiating from her face, as if
she were watching her eldest baby toddle off to school for the
first time.

I backed toward Mark and straddled his lap, my eyes still on
Hayley's, hers on mine.  I felt a hot, soft, velvety lump press
against my anus, between my cheeks, and I pressed back onto it. 
After a moment, the head passed into me, and I settled in more
snugly onto Mark's cock, wriggling lower and lower until he was
seated deep inside me, until finally I was perched on his lap, my
thighs straddling his.  I then spread my skirt across us as if to
preserve an aspect of decency.  The other girls watched, slight
smiles on their faces, until I was obviously fully impaled.  Then
suddenly they applauded!  

"Brava!" Patti called out.  Hayley was transported, rapt, so very
proud, hugging both Meg and Dora.  She simply beamed!  

"Now you're a lady, my sweet darling!" she cried out.  "No one can
ever take this moment away from you!"  In her celebratory
enthusiasm she began to kiss the face next to her, whoever's, and
soon another face covered hers, attempting to share in her elation. 
Then they all sank back to their own enjoyments.    

Mark's hands reached around my slim body and began to play with my
nipples through my bra, and I was immediately in ecstasy!  Later
I'd turn to face him and re-insert him, I decided, so he could
suck on me too, and then I'd be his forever, or as long as Meg
would allow it.  I leaned back against him and closed my eyes, deep
joy filling my body and my heart and my mind, and I wriggled even
tighter onto my lover's thick staff!  He began pumping into me,
just a little, in and out, and I in turn began to roll my rear end
round and round his cock to enrich the joyous sensation, just a
little, round and round.  Now that I was fully penetrated, I opened
my eyes.  There im front of me on the carpet was Hayley with her 
face buried deep between Meg's legs, while Meg sucked avidly on 
one of Dora's huge breasts, while Dora pushed three fingers in 
and out of Patti's quim and Patti stroked Hayley's clit.  All four 
lay on our thick carpeting in a kind of daisy chain of sucking and 
licking, all the while lifting their own tits aloft in the palms 
of their unoccupied hands, and palpating them.

Each now and then closed her eyes to concentrate her feelings, and
then tense expressions came over their faces, little yips and mews
and an occasional loud scream rising from their throats.  Then
again.  And then again!  They loved what they were doing to each
other!  I loved what Mark was doing to me!  I squeezed my eyes
tight shut!  As my ass muscles began throbbing uncontrollably yet
again, clenching and embracing that meat in me repeatedly as I
orgasmed yet again, I knew I had it best of all!  This man's cock
in me was just marvelous.  A moment more, I realized, and I
wouldn't be able to help myself -- I'd just plant my feet on the
ground and then raise and lower my rump on his prick, mindlessly,
up and down, higher and lower, faster and faster, trying to bring
him off, to force him finally to cram himself into me, out of
control, and squirt himself deep in my vitals.  Then I'd truly be
a woman, fully anointed!  

Meanwhile, he buried his face in my shoulder, kissing and nibbling
it delicately.  I opened my mouth and moaned again.  His fingers on
my tits began to feel slick, wet!  My bra was getting soaked!  I
was giving milk!  Oh, the blissful agony!

Suddenly a deep voice broke into our gasping silences.  

"Well, you all look as though you're enjoying yourselves!  No
hurry, Hayley.  We have time.  I can wait!"  

A man's voice!  Intrusive and familiar!  I opened my eyes.  

There, standing near the entrance to this den of delights,
confident and suave in his tuxedo, was Jeff!  The same man who'd
leered at Hayley at Armand's, Hayley's former work partner.  I just
stared, for the moment terrified.  Why was he here?   Did he
remember me as Berry?  He'd already seen how I was rotating my ass
lasciviously on the cock Mark had buried deep inside me!  Had he
heard me moan too?  Did he know I was a man?  Was I?  Would he find
out? 

Hayley pulled her glistening face out of Meg's snatch.  "Is it time
already?" she asked him.  Then, "Sorry Meg, I've got to go.  Girls,
later!  Don't stop on my account.  Won't be a minute, Jeff!"  She
jumped up and disappeared down the hall.  

Mark began squeezing my nipples as if milking me, sliding his thumb
and forefinger toward the tips, the roots, then squeezing them
forward again.  The feeling overwhelmed me, and I closed my eyes. 
He began making even more profoundly penetrating strokes into my
ass, and I couldn't help it, I wiggled and writhed back onto him in
response, and cried out deep guttural noises.  Again I climaxed. 
When I opened my eyes again Jeff was still there, watching me, an
enigmatic smile on his face.  'Are you who I think you are?' it
seemed to ask.  I turned away and shifted my thighs on Mark's lap,
and began again to roll around on him.  I felt myself floating in
a dense, perfumed cloud of joy, aware only that my whole body felt
radiant.  Then I felt two hands on my cheeks, and I looked up.

Hayley was leaning over me, looking deep into my eyes.  "You'll be
all right here, honey!  You'll be fine, you're doing wonderfully! 
I'm going to the country club with Jeff now, and afterward we'll
probably go out with friends.  I expect we'll finish up at Jeff's
place, just the two of us, we usually do.  So don't expect me back
till morning.  I hope later I'll be enjoying myself as much as you
are, and the same way you are!  You know, that's a position I've 
never tried -- it looks heavenly!"  She stood up.  

end 9/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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