Re-gendered (Mf-m, mmF, mf, mfm, Anal, Oral, Inter, Rp,
Transgender)
by Keith McDougall (previously published as Osric134)


Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, I don't rape and never have, used drugs nor have I
murdered anyone. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things
my characters do and none of the situations are real either.
These are just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT
wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one
takes my tales as anything but strokable fun.

Please email me with your comments at:
Keith DOT  McDougall134 AT googlemail DOT com








I whimper, it hurts so much, but I am starting to like it now. I
don't want to, but I am starting to slowly feel good when I am
getting it, when I am taking him, when I feel him sliding about
in my bowels.

I gasp, clinging to his massive shoulders, he is making me want
this, even though I don't want to, don't wish to feel this good.

The huge black man above me, with my thin white legs on his
shoulders, is my new stepfather. His huge, thick baseball bat of
a cock is sliding deep within my guts, spreading open my once
tight anus, reaming my rectum and stretching my bowels to slowly
fit his massive erection.

He is taking his time, working me slowly, gradually feeding his
monster into me and I can do nothing to stop him.

"Ahhhhhh! Nice and tight!" he gasps and presses his mouth to mine
as I gasp too, his tongue entering my throat as her licks deep,
working his huge cock back and forth in my guts.

I whimper. I don't want this, I don't want to be a girl, but he
is determined to make me his new daughter/slut/lover.

He has already taken me to a private clinic where they have taken
away my masculinity, pumping me full of drugs and giving him
tablets to feed me every day for the next few months that will
permanently 'reassign' me.

But I am still a boy, at least in my head. I still feel that way,
even though I was slowly feeling less and less so.

He groans, the thick pipe of warm flesh moving thickly in my
bottom throbs, lunging suddenly, deeply. He grunts once, twice,
three times as his giant cock bucks in my guts, spurting his
thick seed into my bowels.

"Fuck!!" he gasps as his cock continues to jump in me.

He clutches me tightly to him, his massive black log throbbing in
my bottom, making me gasp, the pleasure mixed with the pain.

He relaxes, smiling down at me in the dim light, kissing my
reluctant mouth again.

"Good girl!" he says, making me grimace, "You made Daddy cum real
hard tonight!"

He kisses me some more, forcing his long, thick tongue down into
my mouth for a long, wet kiss.
I whimper as I feel him sliding back out, only to thrust into me
again.

He hasn't finished, he is just beginning. He will cum in me many
times before he lets me sleep, and only after I have cleaned his
cock with my mouth.

In the other room I could still hear my mother's whimpering as
she is fucked and buggered by her two, husky stepsons.

The boys both almost as big as their father, their cocks also
almost as huge too.

He allows them to use her, to break her, she doesn't resist any
more, like me she had been broken and just obeyed now.

I had been made to watch her rapes by my two huge stepbrothers
many times, just as she had been made to watch my own anal rapes
by her new husband and stepsons.

Both boys have enjoyed molesting me before my 're-assignment',
taking me in turns or together.

My stepfather allowed them to 'break me in' before he himself
climbed into my bed one night and forced that long, thick black
penis into my resistant belly, beating me with his belt until I
obeyed and lay quiet as he sodomised me next to my sobbing
mother.

I gasp as my stepfather's thick cock starts to filling me again,
sliding in my bottom.
It would be a long, long night.

–

I groan as the long thick pole slides endlessly out of my bottom
like a very, very long shit.

He pushes me onto my stomach so as not to mess up the bed when I
leak his sperm and gets up.

He usually makes me clean him with my mouth in the morning too,
something I really hate, but this morning he just gets up after
kissing me and fondling my bottom.

"Sweet white meat!" he whispers as he licks my mouth, then walks
out of the room.

I lay there, sobbing softly. I am ashamed at surrendering so
completely to him again, becoming the slut he always wanted. It
has been almost a year since he first raped me and he has been
raping me ever since, even when he visited me at the clinic.

I reach down to touch the place where my little cock used to be
and finding the plump folds of my new vagina in it's place.

The tears run down my face as I finger the wet slit and find the
new, very sensitive clitoris under the hood of flesh. Below is
the place where my stepfather will soon push his big, thick cock,
taking my 'virginity' and making me his whore.

I have no means of escape, I am still too young to be out on my
own and I don't want to leave my mother to the mercy of the three
men.

When I finally get up, I go to the huge mirror that he had fitted
to my wall so that I could see myself change.

I stare at my body, my hips already starting to flare slightly,
my chest beginning to puff as breasts began to form with fat
nipples. Even my skin seems to have softened more.

I had to admit, even though I still felt like a boy, I sure
didn't look like one any more.

When I had finally gone back to school a few months after my
surgery, I faced some abuse from mostly the boys there, believing
that I had been a girl all along pretending to be 'one of the
lads'.

My ex-best friend wouldn't talk to me and one of the senior boys
there was always trying to take me out on a date.

He was already known to have had lots of hot sex with the school
slut, Monica Wells, the gorgeous blonde girl rumoured to have
fucked every senior in the school.

"I always knew there was something different about you, something
sexy!" he had told me.

The headmaster and the teachers gave my mother a good telling off
for deceiving them, not at all believing that I was not a girl
all this time.

My mother couldn't really tell them anything without getting into
a lot of trouble as an accomplice to her husband's scheme so she
kept quiet and took the rebuke.

"She didn't want to be a girl, I just let her be what she wanted
to be!" she had said.

I get out of bed, shuddering at the memory and run to the
bathroom, taking a shower and washing my long hair, my stepfather
insisted that I grow it down past my shoulders.

I meet my mother in the hall and she still can't look at me in
the eyes.

"Morning dear!" she mumbles.

"Morning, Mum!" I tell her, feeling no hatred towards her, only
love and sympathy.

There was very little she could do against the powerful man and
his huge sons.
I hug her.

"No matter what happens, I love you!" I tell her and she sobs as
she clings to me.

I find my stepbrother waiting for me, sitting on my bed with his
cock throbbing as he strokes it.

"Time for your morning snack, Billie!" Maurice grins.

I fall to my knees in front of him, waiting for him to cum. The
last time I resisted I was soundly beaten with my stepfather's
thick belt until I capitulated.

He gasps, and I open my mouth for him. He grabs the back of my
head, pulling me close and gently squirt his sperm into my mouth,
filling it with his seed.

I wait until he is finished, wanting to spit it out into his
face, but I don't. I look up into his big, brown eyes and slowly
swallow it all down, watching him shudder with pleasure as I
suckle the fat round head of his cock, draining out any more that
he has still not released.

"I can't wait to fuck you!" he says, "I wish Dad would hurry up
and open you up already!"

He makes me suck him some more. I taste my mother's juices on
him, knowing that this is what he wants me to taste by the
knowing smile on his face.

"I love fucking your mother, she has the sweetest, tightest pussy
I ever fucked." he tells me, "But I just know you're going to be
much tighter!"

He allows me to dress, sitting and watching me as I get into my
school uniform. He helps me into my training bra and buttons the
back of my skirt.

I pull on the long white socks and buckle my shoes, standing up
to find him smiling at me.
"You are quite beautiful, you know!" he tells me with a very
serious face, "You were always meant to be a girl!"

I hate him for telling me that, I want to kick him in those huge
balls and keep kicking him until he lays dead before me.

He sees the hatred on my face and pulls me to him, kissing me.

"You think you hate me, but soon you'll be screaming under me as
I stuff my big, black dick into your soft white belly!" he smiles
as he fondles my crotch under my skirt, "I'm going to fuck you so
much that you'll break and beg me for cock!"

I don't say anything. I am just thinking of a way to escape from
him, his brother and his big father.

–

Peter Graham used to be my best friend. He avoids me now, feeling
betrayed and hurt that I didn't confide in him, no doubt.

My new friend is Isobel James, the talkative, plump brunette that
no one wants to be friends with.

She is irritating and doesn't stop talking, but I like her and
listen to her jabber on about her family and her uncles. She has
said too much a few times and I know her secrets now.

I have escaped from her and I see Peter, trying to catch his eye,
trying to get close enough to tell him something, anything to
make him talk to me again.

He is constantly teased all the time, being told that he couldn't
even figure out that I was a girl and I was right under his nose
for years.

He is miserable all the time now, brooding and sitting alone. I
can't stand to see him like this and I go to him finally as he
sits alone in the school garden's bench.

He sees me approaching and makes to leave.

"Peter, Stop!" I tell him angrily.

He is poised half off his seat, not looking at me but I can see
tears in his eyes as he sits back down, looking away from me as I
go over and sit next to him. He keeps his distance from me and I
don't push it.

"It's not my fault!" I say to him, "I was made to do it by my
stepfather."

He looks at me suddenly, the glistening in his eyes showing that
he will cry any moment now.

"I hate that man!" he says, "I never liked him or his sons. What
have they done to you?"

He knows.

He knows what they have done, I can see it now in his face.

"They took me to a clinic and had me... Reassigned." I tell him,
"I'm really a girl now and I can't change back."

"Why don't you tell someone?" he asks me angrily, annoyed that I
am taking this so calmly.

"I can't. I would be punished and Mum would get into trouble, no
one would believe that she didn't have a choice." I say.

He sighs and wipes his eyes now.

"I couldn't talk to you, I felt so angry that you didn't come and
tell me what happened." he said, looking at the grass at his
feet.

"I'm sorry, but what could I say to you?” I ask, “That my
stepfather and his sons were buggering me every night, raping me
non-stop after beating me with his big belt? That I had to watch
them rape my mother and clean them when they were done? That
since I returned from that clinic I have been fed sperm every
morning with my pills to make me more a female?”

he stared at me in horror, not believing what he was hearing. I
could see it in his face as he showed disgust. Then the
realisation spread as he realised that I was actually telling him
what had happened to me.

“I'm sorry too, I never realised that it was so bad!” he said,
shaking his head in disbelief.

“I was normal up until my long 'Holiday' in the clinic. I
couldn't call you from there, they didn't allow me near any
telephones. What they were doing was illegal and they knew it." I
tell him.

He nods and then turns to me finally, smiling.

"I did miss being around you, but I guess it'll be a bit
different now!"

I laugh, finally happy.

"Yes!" I tell him, "You'll have to get used to having a girl as
your best friend!"

–

I get home late, after spending the afternoon at Peter's house,
trying to explain to his parents why I was pretending to be a
boy, making up the excuse that I didn't want to be a girl and
thought that I could bluff my way through school.

I told them that there were reasons that I couldn't explain yet,
but that they would learn about it eventually. I had always liked
the Grahams and they had always treated me kindly.

"Where have you been?" my stepfather asks me angrily when I
finally get in.

"I was visiting my friend, Peter!" I tell him, seeing the
annoyance on his face.

"That stupid white boy?" he storms, "You shouldn't hang around
that boy. He was a bad influence on you before and I don't want
you two becoming too close now that I am training you!"

"Daddy," I plead, "Please! I don't have any friends and he's
always been there for me."

He frowns. I know he is scared that I will tell the boy about him
and his sons.

“I promise that I'll be a good girl and do whatever you tell me!”
I plead, batting my eyes at him the way I have seen Monica do
with the PE teacher to get her way.

"OK, but don't you dare let him touch you. You only have sex with
me and my boy's, is that clear?" he finally softens, my
eye-batting has worked.

"Yes, Daddy!" I grin, jumping into his lap and hugging him.

He is pleased by my action and kisses me long and deep. I relax
into it, making myself enjoy it and pleasing him immensely in the
process.

I end up on my back, my legs over his shoulders as he stuffs his
huge cock up my bum again, much earlier than normal. I clutch at
his shoulders, grimacing as he fills my guts, stretching my
bowels uncomfortably, fitting his huge cock into my bottom in a
long, slow bugger.

"Mine..." he gasps, "Mine..."

I open my mouth for him, giving myself to him, determined that he
won't stop me seeing my friend.

He cums hard inside me, crying out as his cock jumps and bucks in
my arse.

"Fuck! Fuck!" he grunts, "Argh!"

I moan in pain as his huge, thick black cock throbs and pulses in
my rectum, deep in my guts. His tongue in my throat, as I swallow
his spit.

He will use me for quite a while before he is satisfied.

–

I sleep most of the night. He is very tired after sodomised me
all afternoon, missing dinner.

I have won, making him cum so much that he just wants to sleep
now.

I lay there in his arms, my slim white leg draped across his
thickly muscled thigh, my head on his shoulder and my arm across
his huge chest.

I feel satisfied, happy. I have beaten him with my body and that
feels wonderful.
He wakes up and kisses me.

"You've been a very good girl last night, I think I'll let you
have your silly little friend. But don't you cross me!" he says
sternly.

"Yes, Daddy!" I smile, finally getting into my new role.

They tease Peter about his 'girlfriend' all day. He ignores them,
until Henry Vickery starts to torment him about fancying me when
I was a 'Boy'.

"I see!" Peter says to the bigger boy, "You don't have a
girlfriend so because I do, you're jealous. You are so lame and
transparent!"

"Yeah? Well you always wanted to fuck Billie when she was
pretending to be a boy!" Henry retorts, "I bet that's why you
didn't want to talk to her, you were pissed-off that she wasn't a
real boy so you could suck his dick!"

"Ah! So that's what it is!" Peter laughs, "You fancy me and wish
that it was you in Billie's place. Sorry, I don't go for gays!"

The boy flies into a rage at that comment, rushing at Peter and
Mr Thackery, our woodwork teacher, is nearby and had come over
during the quarrel.

He grabs Henry by the scruff of the neck just as Peter lets loose
a huge punch that would have knocked the other boy's block off.

Peter spins and falls to the ground as Mr Thackery holds the
other boy aloft on his tip-toes.

"They'll be no fighting here today, boy!" he says sternly,
shoving the bigger boy away, "Off with you and don't let me hear
you two had an altercation or I will recommend you get expelled!"

Henry looks forlorn, his face red. I suddenly realise that some
things have actually hit home. There is a quality about him that
screams 'feminine' and now I know what it is.

"Come on 'hero', let's go get lunch!" I tell Peter with a smile
as I pull him to his feet.

Isobel is grinning as she follows us to the dinner-hall,
jabbering away about that punch that missed Henry's face.

“Does she always talk like that?” he asks, taking his hand and
covering her mouth.

“Always!” I tell him as I pull the girl away from him and she
blushes at him, obviously attracted to him.

–

She follows me around like a leech, batting her eyes at Peter all
the time. I know it's because he is nice to her, because he makes
her laugh.

She is easy and I encourage him to fuck her, getting her into his
bedroom and helping him to strip her naked and climb between her
plump thighs, listening to her squeals as his cock slips into her
wet little pussy.

When he is done I make her lick my pussy, her secrets are now
ours as we make her tell us all the things her uncle did to her
up in his attic.

I'm going to make her do lots of naughty things with us now.

–

"Daddy, can I have a party for my birthday?" I ask as he cums in
me for the third time, his cock throbbing in my guts and hurting
me.

I pretend it's not hurting, that I like it. I actually do, the
thick mass of maleness filling my bowels feeling warm and
strangely pleasant as it slides within me.

"Of...course... Ugh!" he gasps, "Anything for my little sweet!"

I hump my hips at him, burying him deeper, feeling pain in my gut
at his girth, but I want him to do things for me and this is the
best way. I can control him like this.

"Thank you, Daddy!" tell him, riding him as he lays in my bed.

I know how to free myself, me and Mum from them now.

–

The house is full of kids from my school. I have told my
stepbrothers something to their benefit and they are eager to
begin.

During the evening I see my eldest stepbrother talking to Henry
Vickery, towering above the smaller boy.

They stand close and I see Omar reaching up to touch Henry's
chin, the boy smiling and looking shyly at his feet.

I laugh, my instincts were right.

I see my mother walking around with a large tray of food,
offering it to the other kids. My stepfather is in deep
conversation with Monica Wells, the slut from 5C.

I have let it slip that she has been known to have fucked with
most of the older boy's from the school as well as rumoured to
have been with Mr Jane, our PE teacher.

I had told her that I had seen my stepfather's huge cock once and
that it was enormous. It looks like this too has worked and the
sex-mad blonde has zeroed in on her new target.

That only left my other stepbrother, Maurice and he was standing
in the corner, brooding. I went to him and saw him perk up.

"Can you come and talk to my friend Isobel James please. She's a
stupid little thing who thing who really needs a boyfriend. Maybe
you can break her in?" I tell him as I press close, rubbing his
cock to my belly.

He seemed eager, urging me to take him to her. I know he can't
resist fresh pussy.

He is soon dancing with her, talking into her ear and making her
giggle. I watch them for a bit and then turn to see that Omar and
Henry are gone.

I laugh, knowing where they'll be now and sneaking out to the
main hall to climb the stairs.

I reach my bedroom and hear the whimpering of the white boy as he
is slowly sodomised by my husky black stepbrother.

The bed creaks above the sound of the music and I ease the door
open to see the white boy naked under Omar.

His legs are up on the bigger boy's shoulders and I can actually
see the thick, shiny cock sliding in and out of Henry's bum.

"Please, go easy!" the boy whimpers.

Omar laughs and continues to bugger him.

"Shut up and take my cock, you little pussy!" the black boy tells
him.

I back away just as someone comes upstairs. I hide in an alcove
and watch as Maurice leads Isobel James into his bedroom.

I giggle, going back downstairs, finding my stepfather with his
hand in Monica's panties, his tongue in her mouth.

I move up next to them and fondle her breast, placing my mouth
close to his ear.

"Fuck her, Daddy!" I say, "Take her to your room and cum in her
holes. She isn't going home tonight, I have arranged for her to
stay here with me until tomorrow afternoon!"

I lick his ear and he moans, I can hear the wet sounds of their
kissing over the loud music of my birthday party.

I leave them there and enter the main room with the party again,
finding Peter and make him dance with me.

I feel very sexy, somehow feeling like I should. Peter resists
very little as I press my body against his, my budding breasts
poking into his chest and my crotch pressing into his stiffening
cock.

"Hold me tighter!" I tell him, I realise, suddenly that I am
going to give him my 'virginity' tonight.

–

We stand in the back garden, against the wall of the building. My
panties are around my ankles and I can feel him squeezing into
me.

"It...hurts!" I gasp, but there is a desperate need in him, in us
both.

I feel the tear and gasp as he slides into me, into my pussy.

"Holy fucking shit!" he gasps, "That feels so nice!"

He shoves deep, going into my belly, sliding in my blood,
lubricating his cock as he begins to fuck me.

"Oh shit, Billie..." he gasps again, humping into me.

"Unngh!" I grunt as he slips deep, his belly pressing against
mine.

I want him in me, I want to feel his cock sliding in my tight,
new pussy. I want his sperm to squirt into me the way my
Stepfather's does every night.

Peter has just become my boyfriend.

–

The police raid the house as the party goes on, catching my
stepbrothers 'raping' two under-aged teens, a boy and a girl and
my stepfather 'raping' a girl who was just fourteen years old.

He snarls at me as he is led away, knowing that I have set him
up, his cock still shiny with Monica's juices.

I had won.

I had taken the evil man and his sons out of my life for good.

My mother sobs, she is relieved. She hugs me as we watch them
drive away after taking statements, After I reveal that the man
had altered my sex, making me a girl.

They are on their way to the clinic now to arrest the doctor and
his staff.

I stand between my mother and my new boyfriend, his sperm still
leaking down my thighs.

I can't be a boy any more, but I intend to enjoy being a girl
with the one person who I know I'll have lots of fun with, my
best friend Peter.

–

My mother comes home with a new boyfriend today. He works at her
company and he's black. She really seemed to like these black
guys.

But this one is sweet. He's shy and blushes all the time. She
dominates him and tells him what to do, what to buy, even what to
wear.

I like him and I give him a sexy smile. If he's nice to my mother
as he is showing he'll be, then I might just let him fuck me too.

I hope he has a big cock.



End.



  
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