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The Making of a She-Male Whore
Part One: New Titties for Titty Girl
Chapter One:
"You know sweetie, I've been thinking. You've always been fascinated by
large breasts and in particular you seem almost obsessed by fantasies of
feminized males having just the largest breasts to contend with. The
size breasts that would really stand out and be noticed. Wouldn't you
like to have to learn to cope with a nice pair of 44dd breasts instead
of those 40c's you have?" Mistress asked mischievously.
I shook my head no and was immediately rewarded by feeling the long butt
plug in my ass swell larger as Mistress pumped the bulb making it
enlarge. "That was the wrong answer, darling," she chided. "I'm sure
that you'd really enjoy having large, perky, voluptuous double d sized
breasts, especially ones that could only be removed with a special
solvent. That way you could spend 24hrs a day discovering the "joys" of
having such large boobs. All your blouses and dress tops would really
let you expose your breasts very prominently and I'm positive you'd
attract even more attention on your outings as my feminized slut. In
fact you'd be noticed and oogled regardless of how you dressed. That
way you could experience how much fun it is being a big breasted woman
in today's world. You could see how it feels to have your titties
stared at and how "nice" it is being leered at because of having such
large tits jutting out so proudly. Now, I'm sure my Titty girl would
just adore having such exquisitely feminine titties, wouldn't you?"
This time I shook my head negatively with even more vigor. The
clamoring of my earrings filled my ears as they jangled gaily. Mistress
just looked at me while shaking her head in bewilderment. Holding up
the squeeze bulb connected to my butt plug she squeezed it several more
times, watching as I squirmed in discomfort and grunted through my gag.
Then it began vibrating. The pumping of the bulb had not only
increased the diameter of the plug but also the length. I could feel
the tip of it wiggling inside of me and I squirmed more.
"Wrong answer again! You certainly are a stubborn bitch today, Titty
girl. But I'm sure you'll be ever so enthused when I tell you that not
only will you be getting a set of titties, 44dd, permanently installed
today but that they are of a very special design. Besides being a
permanent part of your body until such time as I see fit to allow you to
remove them, they will allow your own breasts and nipples to feel every
caress, every touch, every fondling that your falsies are subjected to.
In other words, Titty girl, I'll be able to tease and torture your
huge falsies just like I would your real boobies and you'll feel it. No
longer will I have to make a choice of whether I'd like you big breasted
but be unable to tease you or small breasted but having access to your
tits. This way, I'll have both!" Mistress was extremely pleased with
herself and I could tell that I was expected to feel the same. But I
didn't.
The 40c falsies I wore were quite big enough and I liked being able to
put them on and take them off as I wished. That was what had gotten me
into the predicament I now found myself in. Mistress had really gotten
into forcibly feminizing me beyond my original intentions. It had
started out with her having a Barbie doll to dress and play with, me. I
had loved it and had occasionally teased and dared her to push my
limits. The aspects of forced feminization had appealed to me in a very
feminine, submissive way. The idea of being turned into even a more
feminine "girl" and having it forced on me, whether it be in types of
clothing or heels or whether it be in outings I was made to go on, it
all made me extremely aroused and excited.
After several amusing (for her), humiliating (for me), and
titillating(for both) adventures Mistress had begun to take my forced
feminization more seriously. She loved the power it gave her over me
and she delighted in dreaming up new and more embarrassing situations
and outfits for me. Mistress had decided that I was to come in from
work each day and promptly change into her femmed girl. This included
wearing my falsies, using makeup and wearing garter belts and stockings
under my blouse and skirt or under my dress. It had also been decided,
by her, that I should at all times be in high heels of never less than
four inches.
This had started to become a chore for me at times and there had been
times I just hadn't felt like it. It was too much hassle, it was too
much work, I always had an excuse. When I wanted to do it that was fine
but only if I felt like it. Mistress hadn't seen it that way. I was to
do as she ordered because she was my mistress. I was her Titty girl,
bitch, slut, whore, cunt or whatever else she might want me to be, when
SHE wanted. I was to find out just how determined she was in forcibly
feminizing me.
I had just started a month's vacation today and to celebrate Mistress
had asked if I'd like to get dressed and placed in bondage and teased.
I was delighted and missed the wicked gleam in her eyes when I agreed.
Her asking me instead of telling me should've warned me but it didn't.
I hadn't worn my falsies in over a week and had only thrown a nightie on
when arriving home. As for the rest of her previous orders, I had
totally ignored them.
Just the beginning…
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