Author: Farleven
Title: My New Position
Part: 1
Keywords: mc, nc, MF, tf, tg

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My New Position  ( mc, nc, MF, tf, tg )
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
October 2002
http://www.asstr.org/~farleven/

I glared at him as his goons strapped me to his infernal machine.  I 
hadn't known about his plans until it was too late, unfortunately it 
seemed that he had already accounted for my resistance to his intention 
to found a new world order.

"I'm sorry you didn't want to be a part of my new government, Abrams, 
but don't you worry I will keep you at my side none the less." Weston 
Havenfall boomed through the lab loudspeaker.  If he hadn't already 
gagged me I would have had more than a few choice words for him, but all 
I could do was glare back at him as his men lowered the equipment into 
place.  

I'd been the director at the facility for seven years, head of the 
various clandestine research projects funded by the darker side of the 
government.  It was always a trial of sorts, keeping the less savory 
researchers from unleashing their pet projects on the world.  Still, the 
opportunities for science had kept me intrigued and interested enough to 
remain in my post.

The problem with projects of the sort I was in charge of was not the 
science but the scientists willing to play with such things.  Luckily, 
most were crackpots with ideas that would never succeed, from Super 
Soldier soft drinks to using television as a direct mind control device.  
Unfortunately I'd underestimated Weston's resolve and the underlying 
science of his work and he'd caught me off guard.  Now I was about to be 
on the receiving end of an experimental procedure with his new device.  
It wasn't his only one, the root of our troubles actually came from 
another project of his, a viral mind control agent he wanted to infect 
the world with so he could take over.  I'd objected, as was my job, we 
were supposed to be researchers and were not supposed to use the toys we 
would make.  Weston didn't like that though, and apparently he'd 
expected my reluctance.

Thus I found myself strapped naked to a table surrounded by the 
mechanisms of his other major project some kind of genetic modifier.  I 
was never quite certain of the specifics, he'd impressed some 
congressman with his ideas, but I'd never had much faith in the science 
behind them.  Certainly not enough to inspect Weston's work more 
closely, but now I was about to see how it worked first hand, and the 
thought didn't appeal to me at all.

I continued to struggle feebly against my restraints as Weston's 
assistants pulled some kind of helmet like device over my head.  I 
wondered if they'd been bitten by his mind control virus or if they 
truly believed in him.  It didn't matter much now, but if I made it 
through this, perhaps I could manage an escape if I could reason with 
one of them.

"Well, if this doesn't work, it's been a pleasure working with you 
Doctor.  Wish us luck." Weston boomed out from the control room.  I 
tensed, knowing that he was pressing the button to activate his device.

Suddenly, everything flashed with energy, my mind was full of light and 
my body was tingling from head to toe.  I tried to remain focused, but 
the energy coursing through me seemed to ripple and flow and I felt 
myself just wash away into the light.  I felt so strange, drifting in 
the light, letting it consume me and I soon found all my thoughts 
flutter away into the cascading lights that surrounded me.

I drifted back from the light some time later, clam and floating on an 
impossible sea of light.  My body was still tingling all over.  I could 
feel it all strange and somehow disjointed.  The oddest thing was a 
tingling between my legs that just seemed to draw my thoughts.  I was 
horny, I realized with an internal laugh, but it felt so different, like 
an aching emptiness inside me, between my legs instead of a hardness 
waving from my crotch.  The feeling flowed by for only a moment before 
the light consumed me again and I flew backing into thoughtless bliss.

The next thing I remembered was being thrown face first into a small 
room by Weston's men.  I felt completely disoriented and my flesh was 
still crawling from whatever he'd done to me.  I found myself on my 
hands and knees, panting gently as I collect myself.  Then as I moved to 
stand up I felt and odd shifting from my chest, like something was 
hanging from there.  I looked down with trepidation and as my eyes 
shifted down, I screamed.

Then I screamed again at the shrill feminine squeal that echoed around 
the room.  I was kneeling now, staring down at my chest with my hands 
over my mouth.  Two rounded mounds of flesh greeted me, much to my 
surprise and dismay.  My hands drifted down to them, cupping them to 
prove to myself that my eyes were telling the truth and they confirmed 
the pair of feminine breasts jutting from my chest.  The sight of two 
delicate hands embracing the orbs sent another shiver of shock through 
me.  I marshaled my strength for the next question, and pulled one of 
those feminine little hands away from a breast and between my slightly 
spread legs.  A small gasp escaped my lips as my fingers found their 
place and a pair of very feminine lips between my legs instead of a nice 
cock and balls.  I closed my eyes, taking in the unreal truth unfolding 
around me.  Somehow, Weston's machine had changed me into a woman.  I 
didn't know how, but I was certainly concerned about why and what he 
intended to do with me.

I didn't let myself dwell on those thoughts however, and summoned the 
will to stand up and look over the room I found myself in.  As I stood 
and looked up, I saw the reflection of a very naked and confused looking 
girl rising in front of me.  I thought to call out to her for a moment 
before realizing that I was her.  I cursed Weston for a moment, 
realizing that he had lined this little room with mirrors so that it 
would be nearly impossible for me to deny my new form.

That wasn't the end of my distaste for Weston's treatment.  The girl I 
saw staring back at me was simply a perfect example of a teen bombshell.  
She had two perky breasts proudly jutting from her chest topped with 
cutest little pink nipples.  Her figure was sumptuous, curving in just 
the right places and her face was held that simple air of teenaged 
innocence and softness.  From her head flowed a main of long brown hair 
that fell nearly to the small of her back.  Finally, her pussy was 
clearly shaved, save for a small triangular patch sitting above the top 
of her slit.  Her pussy was just the cutest little mound with pouting 
lips.  She just stared back at me with large, sweet doe eyes and a sexy 
little pout on her pink lips.  Even as I watched the reflection mirror 
my movements, I could hardly believe I was seeing myself in the looking 
glass.  

Weston had given me the body of a knockout and I had the sneaking 
suspicion I was the embodiment of his sexual desires.  I posed for a 
moment in the mirror, admiring the view before I noticed something 
strange.  I wasn't aroused, not by the sight of a totally naked, 
sumptuous young woman staring back at me.  Although I knew it was my 
reflection, I couldn't believe that such a site of feminine beauty 
wasn't having an effect on me.  In fact, the only thing I could feel was 
pride at the sexy body I saw in the mirror.  Before all this I'd been 
proud of my body, I'd worked out and was proud of my well toned form and 
I wasn't ashamed of my cock either.  Now I found pride in just how full 
and perky my boobs were and how cute my naked little pussy looked 
peaking out from between my lovely smooth legs. Somehow it just felt 
like a natural shift, until I thought about it and tried to fight back 
the notions.

Then I started to examine my new body more thoroughly, starting with my 
hands.  They were just completely feminine and delicate, I could hardly 
believe they were mine as I twisted them around in the air in front of 
me.  Then I looked down at the two mounds rising from my chest.  I had 
to admit they looked perfect and I cupped them with my delicate hands.  
I gasped in surprise at my own touch as I squeezed myself gently, noting 
the tender firmness of my new breasts.  I'd enjoyed my share of tits in 
my day, but now I was on the receiving end, and couldn't help but marvel 
at the sensations these simple caresses could spark inside me.  There 
was one last part of my new anatomy to explore. I quickly laid myself 
out the small cot in the room and spread my legs as wide as I could, 
which was a lot farther than I would have guessed, and took a good look 
at the pussy between them.  I ran my fingers over my new nether lips and 
whimpered at the strange feelings that were stirred up.  I quickly 
noticed my cute little pussy lips puffing up along with a sudden surge 
of heat between my legs.  I ran my fingers along my new slit and 
shuddered as I felt my own juices leaking out.  Then I looked into the 
mirror and looked at this girl playing with herself and I was just drawn 
to her pussy.  She had just the cutest little mound and her pussy was 
flowering with her arousal, I could see her inner lips flushed with 
heat.  I couldn't help myself now, and sank one of my fingers between my 
new lips and slipped it into my waiting passage.  I moaned as I felt it 
inside me and I wiggled it around a little in my tight little hole.  The 
girl in the mirror was just writhing in pleasure now as she finger 
herself, and it was only moments before her soft cries of release echoes 
around the room.

I couldn't believe just how good it felt, I mused as I recovered from my 
release.  I still was having a hard time connecting the image in the 
mirror to myself, although I could feel myself getting used to my new 
form.  I knew Weston had done this to me somehow, and while I was angry 
at him, I found myself very at home in my new body.  It just felt so 
natural, like I'd always worn it, although I knew it wasn't true.  I 
marveled at the discord between my rational self and my instincts.  The 
fiber of my being told me this lovely feminine body was mine, even 
though I knew I'd been a man before Weston had done this too me.  I 
worked to keep my mind away from thoughts of sex though, fearing that my 
changes would root to my sexuality as well, and I wasn't ready to face 
that yet.  So, I just rested and considered my fate, without truly 
knowing much of anything about why I was still around, and dreading the 
most likely reasons.

"Put on the garments provided and prepare to be presented to the 
Emperor." boomed a sudden voice from behind me.  I looked around to see 
a speaker in the upper corner of the room.  My first reaction was to 
balk at such a preposterous request, there wasn't any way I was going to 
debase myself for Weston, not in this lifetime.

Then I saw a small bench to my side draped with an assortment of frilly 
and feminine lingerie.  I couldn't tell you what came over me as I 
looked at those lacy white clothes, I just had to put them on and see 
how they looked on me.  First I picked up a pair of frilly white thong 
panties and stepped into them, smiling to myself as I felt the cloth cup 
my new mound perfectly.  I looked in the mirror, spread my legs, and was 
pleased that I could easily make out the outline of my plump little 
pussy lips against the panties.  Then I grabbed the lace-trimmed bra and 
quickly slipped it around my back and hooked it between my two breasts.  
I looked into the mirror and smiled again.  The bra brought out a bit 
more of my cleavage and the cups were low enough that my nipples peaked 
out over the top nicely.  It also felt really good having them both 
embraced in the cups like this.  I couldn't resist reaching up and 
pinching both of my little nubs to see how my titties would look with my 
nipples hard. I squealed happily at how cute they looked poking out just  
like they would when my body would get aroused.  With that done, I 
picked up the shear chemise and slipped it on, enjoying the smooth silky 
feeling of the cloth against my skin.  I looked back in the mirror, 
grinning as I took in the sexy little tart staring back at me.  

As I gazed at the dolled up feminine form I suddenly jerked back control 
of myself.  I couldn't believe I'd just acted like that, or I had so 
quickly donned these demeaning clothes.  Not only had I been changed 
into a woman, but I was now dressed up in sexy lingerie and actually 
liking it!  I shuddered to think what my meeting before Weston would be 
like.  

I didn't have long to lament my fate as the door behind me opened almost 
as soon as I finished pulling on my chemise.  I turned around to see a 
tall, buffed man looking down at me.  I could see the quizzical look in 
his gaze, obviously wondering if I was really a man who had just became 
a woman.  I suppose it didn't help any that I made sure to thrust out my 
nearly naked chest for him so he could get a good look at my ripe 
melons.  

"Come with me." He growled.  I shuddered at the tone of his voice, not 
in fear but something else, something deeper and more disturbing.  
Strange thoughts seemed to dance in my mind as I looked over his hunky 
body and I quickly tried to turn my attention elsewhere.

I followed him devoutly.  I can't say why, other than some kind of need 
to obey.  I hadn't even noticed until we were well on our way.  It was 
becoming clearer that not all of Weston's changes were skin deep.

Finally, I was lead into a rather spacious chamber, obviously a bedroom, 
judging by the rather large bed set comfortably against the wall.  My 
concerns about my fate again flared to the fore as I quickly surveyed my 
surroundings.  Finally I saw Weston and shivered again in that strange 
disturbing way just like when I'd seen the guard.  I was seeing him with 
new eyes, I realized, and he looked amazing in a way I couldn't quite 
understand.  Somehow just looking at him stirred something inside me.

"Ah, Abrams, so glad to finally see the new you.  How do you like it?  
You seem quite natural like this." Weston laughed as his eyes danced 
across me.  I felt the sudden need to show off, and quickly pressed my 
breasts out and did a slow pirouette for him.  I didn't doubt he enjoyed 
the show.

"What the hell did you do to me you bastard?" I squeaked in my new 
feminine voice, upset that I sounded more like a whiny teenage girl than 
the furious man I was.  Even as I did this I was posing for him like a 
seductive little harem girl.  I just couldn't help myself, it felt so 
right to show off this sexy little body of mine.  I mean if you've got 
it you have to flaunt it, right?

"Come now, I think you're quite aware of the changes I've made, at least 
most of them, and we'll cover the rest soon enough.  I do have to say, I 
am quite pleased with my work, you are a lovely little specimen, 
wouldn't you agree?" Weston asked as he walked up to me, placing his 
hands on my shoulders.  He turned me to look into a mirror, and I saw my 
feminine face staring back with the sexiest little pout I'd ever seen.  
The fact that it was my face, my sexy little body reflected back to me 
rattled me to the core.

"Why, Weston?" I cried, suddenly overwhelmed by my position as if I 
hadn't really realized anything until just then.

"Why?" He mocked as he ran his strong hands down my arms.  "I want you 
to see everything you gave up when you opposed me.  Everything that you 
could have shared in if you'd have simply joined me.  I will still have 
you at my side, though, except you'll be just another possession of 
mine, rather than a partner."

I sniffled, trying my best to regain my composure, even as his hands 
continued to lightly caress me.  This was all so bizarre, and worse 
still was the sudden longing beginning to build within me that he 
stirred with his touch.

"Now, I must say that Abrams is not a name that fits you well any more 
my dear.  How do you like Bambi?  I think it will do until I decide to 
change it again." Weston smiled.  "So dear, what's your name?"

"Bambi!" I shot back, realizing only a moment later that I'd not used my 
real name as intended.  
"No, you bastard, my name is B-A-M-B-I, Bambi!" I screeched trying to 
say me real name.  I was Bambi, I thought as I tried to summon my true 
name inside my head.  Somehow it was gone, and my entire identity seemed 
wrapped around this degrading name, I really was Bambi now.

"Yes, Bambi it is." Weston laughed.  "And what do you think Bambi is?"

"I'm a man!" I whined.

"Really?  I didn't know men had nice tits like these." Weston suddenly 
reached around me and cupped both my ripe breasts.  I moaned at the 
unfamiliar pleasures he sparked as he held them.  

"Or such a sweet little pussy like this." Weston laughed again as he 
cupped my new mound and gave me a nice squeeze.  I couldn't help but 
thrust my hips into his hand so he could hold me better.

"You just changed me!  I'm really a man!" I cried again, even as I was 
grinding my new anatomy against his probing hands.  His touch was simply 
electric and I couldn't get enough of his strong hands on my tender 
flesh.

"Oh really?  Then I want you to open up my jeans and tell me that what 
you see sickens you." Weston commanded as he pulled his teasing fingers 
away.

"No, please!" I whimpered as I spun around and fell to my knees.  I just 
had to do what he told me to do and my hands flew to his crotch to open 
up his pants.  "Don't make me look."

"I insist.  A true man can look and feel nothing except perhaps a bit of 
envy, but a woman will desire what she finds.  So please, prove to me 
how much a man you are, Bambi." Weston prodded as my delicate little 
fingers worked open the belt to his pants.

I was quivering with fear and anxiety as I pulled down the zipper to his 
crotch.  I couldn't help but obey him, and I was scared that the strange 
feelings swirling inside me would find their focus on the organ I was 
about to expose.  I couldn't look away as I pulled down his pants and 
shuddered as I looked at the outline of his member tenting his boxers.  
It was strangely alluring, tempting me to reveal it and the depth of my 
alterations.
"Now, Bambi, prove your manhood." Weston pushed.  I could feel his eyes 
staring down at me, savoring his position over me.  I hooked my fingers 
in his waistband and readied myself for what I was about to see, trying 
to believe that it wouldn't effect me at all.

Then with a smooth tug, he was naked, and I stared at his erect shaft as 
it rose majestically from his crotch.  I just stared at it, like I'd 
never seen a cock before.  I had but I'd never seen one like this 
before.  I was enthralled by its length and width, and the cute little 
helmet at its head.  It seemed perfect for so many unspeakable things 
that I just shivered at the thought.
"What do you see, Bambi?" Weston asked, breaking me from my gaze.

"A marvelous manly fuck tool." I sighed, not letting my eyes drift from 
the hardened shaft for a moment.  The choice of words seamed odd for 
just a moment, but I knew they were the perfect description for what I 
was looking at.

"Really, that doesn't sound like something a man would say, does it?" He 
asked.

"I don't know, but I can't deny what I see!" I replied, licking my lips 
at the wonderful hardness dangling just inches in front of me.  

"Do you know what it's good for then, Bambi?" Weston asked as he waved 
it ever so gently in front of me.  I followed it's every swing with my 
eyes.

"All sorts of things I guess.  Like fucking good little girls in the 
pussy and ass and mouth and getting sucked on and may be even getting 
fucked by a girl's boobs." I rattled off as I continued gazing between 
his legs.  I didn't even consider everything I said, I just had to 
answer him, and looking at the cock in front of me, I couldn't deny just 
what it was for.  I was already reaching up with my hand to touch it, to 
feel it and truly connect with its power.

"Do you want to do any of those things, Bambi?  Are you a good little 
girl?" Weston prodded.

"Please, Weston, don't make me say it!" I pleaded.  This was just too 
much to admit, yet I did want to do all those things, I really did.  I 
knew it wasn't right, that a man shouldn't have these kinds of feelings, 
but looking at the marvelous tool in front of me I couldn't deny my 
feelings.

"You have to, dear, or I won't let you play with it.  Now what do you 
want to do with it?" Weston teased.  Somehow I knew he wasn't lying, he 
really wold hold it back if I didn't debase myself like this.  I 
couldn't accept that, not now, not with these new needs suddenly 
blossoming inside me.

"I, I," I stammered, struggling to find the words.  Then I just let go 
and let the words all tumble out of me. "I want to touch it and hold it 
and fuck it and suck it and do anything I can with it.  Oh, god help me 
I want to."

I cringed as he laughed.  This was so horribly degrading, yet I couldn't 
stop myself even now.  I was still savoring the sight of his hardened 
shaft, looking forward to the pleasures it could give, and those I would 
give it.  

"Please, can I touch it, Weston?" I begged, my hand staying just out of 
reach of his shaft, yearning to feel his manhood.  For this I pulled my 
eyes off of him and looked up into his eyes.

"How could I say no to such a sexy little girl?  Of course you can touch 
me, Bambi, if you tell me what you're going to touch." Weston smiled 
back down at me.

I shivered, he'd called me sexy!  Somehow that felt really good and I 
made sure to jut out my chest so he could get a better view.  Then I 
looked back down between his legs to the object of my desire.  "I want 
to touch your cock, prick, dick, whatever you want to call this manly 
piece of meat that's hanging right in front of my nose just crying out 
for a woman's touch!"

I didn't wait for him to give me another nod, I just wrapped both of my 
delicate hands hands around his shaft.  I'd never touched another man's 
cock before, and somehow I couldn't understand why I hadn't now with one 
in my hands.

"Oh, god, it's so hard and thick!" I squealed as I marveled at it.  My 
dainty little fingers seemed so out proportion to such a thick monster 
as I wrapped them around it.  I noticed a dampness between my legs as I 
caressed Weston's wonderful shaft and my thoughts turned to its other 
uses.  

"How am I going to fit this wonderful beast into my little cunny?  I 
look so small down there!" I squeaked as I thought about having this 
monster impaling me.  I couldn't deny the thought of having my pussy 
wrapped around it appealed to me, but I didn't know how it would fit.  
It was as if just touching him shoved all my objections away, I knew 
what I was here for, what I needed, and what I had to do and nothing 
else mattered.
"Oh I think you'll stretch, Bambi, but you will be nice and tight for 
me, don't you worry about that." Weston groaned as I continued exploring 
his cock and balls with my dainty little fingers.

"That's great!  I bet my pussy will be real nice and tight for this big 
cock and I know how much I loved nice tight pussy!" I beamed as I 
thought about having my furrows plowed with this cock.  I imagined that 
my panties were soaked by now and I was glad, it would make it all that 
much easier to fit him inside my comfy little cunt.

"And now you are that tight little pussy, Bambi, and just for me." 
Weston laughed as I bent in to taste his cock.  I didn't know why but it 
just looked so yummy I had to give it a try.  I gave him a nice long 
lick with a little suckle on the end just like it was a big lollipop.  
It tasted a lot better than one though.

"Mmm that tastes good, Wessy.  I bet it takes even better after it's 
pussy dipped!" I prodded, hoping to get him interested in making 
immediate use of my tender little passage.  It might be a tight fit, but 
I could hardly wait to try out my new little pussy.

"I bet it would at that.  Now, Bambi, I think we've established that 
you're not a man anymore, haven't we?" Weston asked.

"I guess so, Wessy." I cooed as I tickled his balls with my fingers.  I 
couldn't really deny it, anyone who looked at a cock with such reverence 
and had a nice tight little pussy couldn't really be a man.  

"Then, what does that make you my sweet little Bambi?" 

"A girl." I chimed, managing for the moment to keep myself from rattling 
of the rather long list of degrading names that could apply to a little 
girl like I now was.  

"Good enough for now, we'll work on your self image later.  Now, why 
don't we have a good look at this girly body of yours?" Weston prodded 
and I understood immediately what he wanted.  I shot to my feet, his 
wishes were more important than the cock dangling from his crotch.

"What do you want to see?" I asked, knowing that I was looking up at him 
with the cutest doe eyed look.  My hands were behind my back as I gently 
rocked back and forth on my heels like some shy little schoolgirl.  Of 
course no shy little schoolgirl would be thrusting out her nearly naked 
young breasts for some strange older man to look at like I was right 
now.

Weston just looked down at my amply displayed cleavage and smiled.  
"Whatever I want to, Bambi.  You don't mind do you?"

"Not really." I answered.  It was so strange knowing that a man was 
leering at my chest and getting horny from it, but it felt oddly 
satisfying too.  So I stood there and just let him look, while my own 
eyes took in the site of Weston's body.  I felt so small just standing 
beneath him, and somehow he seemed manlier than I'd ever really noticed 
before.  I felt a sudden rush of images run through my mind, thoughts of 
naked flesh and immense pleasure.  Sexual fantasies weren't anything new 
to me, but the difference was that now I was the girl getting ravaged 
underneath a bulging hunk of a man and yet this switch just felt 
perfectly natural.  

"And you don't mind if I touch this lovely little body of yours do you?" 
He asked as he reached down and cupped one of my tender tits through my 
chemise.  I let out a little sigh as I felt his fingers sink into my 
tender breasts and mold me in his hands.

"Oh, no, Wes, I don't mind at all." I moaned as he played with me.  I 
hoped he'd play even rougher with me than this.  "In fact your big 
strong hand feels really good right now!"

"I knew you'd like it, Bambi." He said as he reached down and began 
playing with my other tit.  I just thrust my chest out as far as I could 
and let him enjoy himself.  A flicker of thought told me I shouldn't be 
enjoying such degrading treatment, but I really didn't care.

"Oh, god that's nice." I cooed as he kneaded my tender orbs and I got a 
twisted idea.  "Would you please pinch my nipples?  You've got them all 
nice and hard and I want to know how it feels to get them pinched by 
such strong fingers."

"Of course, Bambi." Weston smiled as he reached up to the top of my 
breasts and placed my hardened little nipples between his fingers.  I 
looked up to his eyes and shivered with anticipation.  

Then I moaned as he pinched those tender little nubs on my boobies.  He 
held them for a moment then went back to fondling me.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked as he rolled my tender flesh around.

"Oh yeah, that was great!" I moaned, hardly believing just how good it 
did feel.  I was quickly realizing just how pleasurable this little body 
of mine was, and how much fun could be had with it.  I knew a lot of it 
would be with Weston, but somehow I was finding that more appealing than 
revolting.  In fact I was getting ready to move our little session along 
to the big prize.

"Would you like to see my boobies?" I asked with a conspiratorial little 
whisper, like it was something naughty that he shouldn't get to do.  Of 
course he still had his hands firmly molding my tender boobies, but that 
didn't really matter, it wasn't the same thing.  Getting fondled and 
getting naked just weren't on the same scale.  

"Of course, Bambi, I'd love to." Weston replied in the same whispered 
tone.  He pulled his hands away so I could follow through with my offer.

"Great!" I squealed, grabbing onto my chemise and pulling it over my 
head with a rapid swish.  With the same speed I reached up, unhooked my 
bra, and let the lacy garment slip from my shoulders.  Then I thrust out 
my chest again, now naked except for my soaked little thong panties.  I 
could feel my nipples harden as I stood nearly naked for the first time 
as a women in front of a man.  I was proud of the two mounds rising 
proudly from my chest and just loved how perky and round they were.  
There wasn't any doubt that they were just perfect boobies.

"Aren't these just great titties?  Nice and round with just the most 
darling little nippies!  I bet they look just great for sucking don't 
they, Wessy?  And I love how they jiggle!" I coed as I twisted my chest 
for him, watching and feeling my breasts quiver wonderfully.  

"Oh yes, Bambi, they are perfect, and I'm so glad you like them.  You do 
know that they're made just so a man has something to hold onto while he 
fucks a girl don't you?" Weston teased.  I knew it wasn't entirely true, 
but the images that filled my head at the notion rippled enticingly 
through me.

"I bet they'll be great for that!" I replied.  Then I felt like it was 
time for the next step and I brought my voice down to a whisper again.  
"Do you want to see my little cunny now?  I know a good girl doesn’t 
show off her cunny but I won't tell anyone if you want to look."

"I think I do, Bambi, why don't you get up on the bed so I can get a 
good look." Weston suggested.

"Okay." I squealed with excitement as I raced over to the bed, enjoying 
how my boobies bounced with every step.  I flopped onto the bed, rolled 
onto my back, propped myself up by the elbows, and looked up at Weston 
as I saw him undressing.  This was going to get really exciting I 
thought with a quiver.

"Do you want to do the honors?" I asked, spreading my legs just a bit so 
he could see what I was offering up.  It only seemed proper to offer him 
this chance to complete my undressing and reveal my most important 
passage.  I couldn't really figure out why, but it just seamed right 
somehow.

"No please, Bambi, I want to see you reveal your new pussy to the world 
yourself." Weston replied, standing at the foot of the bed and taking in 
my nearly naked body.

I nodded and smiled back at him, reaching down to the waistband of my 
panties and pulling the down my thighs.  I fell onto my back and pulled 
the lacy little garment off over my toes then held them up for Weston to 
see.  "Just look at how wet my panties are!  I didn't know pussies could 
get so wet and this is all from my little cunny!  I guess a girl just 
can't help herself when she sees a nice big cock like yours, Wessy!"

I spread my legs out as far as I could and glanced between my legs 
before I looked back up at Weston.  He was now completely naked, and I 
could just feel my little pussy quivering with anticipation.  I could 
see my little lips sparkling with my arousal too and couldn't help but 
tell Weston how I felt.  "Oh, god honey, look at what you’re doing to 
me.  You just look like such a fuckable hunk with that nice big cock and 
I'm just turning to mush.  My nipples are all hard and my little cunny 
is just dripping!  I can feel that tight little hole between my legs 
just aching to be filled, you big stud!  I bet you can see my cunny 
flowering just for you, can you believe it?  I was a man just hours ago, 
but now I can't wait to see just how we're going to get that nice thick 
cock of yours up inside my girlish little cunny.  I know I can stretch, 
but you still look real big to me, Wessy and my little cunny is so 
small.  I bet we'll have lots of fun getting you to fit!"

I don't know if my little speech floored him for a moment or what, but 
Weston just stood there looking at me with an awed look in his eyes as I 
squirmed before him.  I hoped he wouldn't take long to collect himself.  
I was really feeling the need for a fucking.

"Oh, Bambi, you are just a wonderful little slut." He smiled.  I watched 
as he kneeled onto the bed and crawled over my seething body.  I was 
nearly delirious with lust now, having this awesome hunk of a man 
hovering over me, with part of him hovering ever closer to my tender and 
eager nether lips.  I looked up and sighed, feeling completely natural 
like this, completely naked beneath a man, with my legs lewdly spread, 
waiting for him to claim me as only a man could.

"Thank you, Wessy, that's so sweet of you." I cooed and then lifted my 
head up to kiss him.  I'd never imagined kissing a man before, but it 
seemed just perfect having our lips touch and I just melted when he 
slipped me some tongue.  

"You do realize you're a real virgin now, don't you?  All pure and 
innocent until I sink into you." Weston smiled, looking straight into my 
eyes.

"Wow!" I gasped, hardly believing that the precious little cunt between 
my legs was truly prized virgin flesh.  I mean sure I'd never slept with 
a man before, I hadn't even been a woman yesterday, but the notion that 
I was about to give this man my virginity was just shocking somehow.  It 
didn't change anything, except perhaps to add a bit more spice to the 
whole thing.

"That's great, honey!  I mean, I have this great virgin cunny just for 
you!  Oh god, Wes, please make this little girl into a woman!" I 
rattled.  My need was just about overwhelming me and I just had to feel 
him inside me.  

"Okay, Bambi, since you’re so small lets get in a better position for 
this." Weston said.  I wondered what he meant as He got up and stood of 
to the edge of the bed again.  Without warning, he grabbed onto my feet 
and pulled me to him, bringing my sopping little cunny right to the edge 
of the bed and right in front of his thick shaft. 

"Now, sit up, Bambi, so you can watch me make you a woman." Weston said 
as he rested his cock lengthwise against my slit.  I humped him a 
little, marveling at this foreign touch against my sweet little pussy.  
I propped myself up again, looked between my legs, and just marveled at 
the thought I could fit such a huge cock inside me.

"Okay, honey, let’s stuff my little cunny full of that studly cock of 
yours!" I prodded.  I was quivering with anticipation, as I felt my 
lower lips parting against the edge of his shaft as I humped him.  I 
figured this would help lube him up for the big job as I felt his cock 
get nice and slick with my juices.

Weston pulled back a little and started rubbing the knob of his cock 
into my slit.  I fought against the urge to hump back against him not 
wanting to slow his progress even as he was stirring the broiling lust 
inside me.

"Oh god, honey that's so sexy!  I can feel you parting my little cunny 
lips.  Oh god that's so unreal!" I squealed.  My hyper aroused little 
body was just rocking with excitement and his probing was just amazing 
in a strange and sexy way.  I wondered for a moment if this was what 
every girl's first time was like, wracked with feelings and sensations 
beyond control or anticipation.  

"And you're nice and wet for me too, Bambi." Weston smiled as he rubbed 
his knob into my juice filled crack.

"I'm just a horny little girl getting ready to take her first cock, 
honey!  Oh, that's nice, rub me there again!" I moaned as he ran his 
cock over my little nub.  He complied with my request and I moaned again 
at the wonderful touch.  

He probed me for a little bit more, I think he enjoyed watching me 
squirm.  I didn't mind, just so long as he got around to fucking me 
properly and soon.  He didn't make me wait long.  I felt him press into 
me a bit harder as he probed and I moaned as I felt his knob slip even 
deeper inside me a moment later and I felt myself stretching to accept 
him.

"Okay, Bambi, look down now." Weston prompted and I did.  The sight 
before me was just stunning as were the sensations flowing from my 
little cunny.

"Oh, that's so cute!  It looks just like my little cunny is kissing your 
cock, honey!  It feels so good too, oh god, Wes, this is amazing.  I 
wish I had a picture of this!" I squealed as I looked between my legs.  
I couldn't believe how darling my little cunt lips looked just barely 
speared with a cock.  I was glad he'd given me a bald pussy just so it 
would look this good getting fucked.

"Don't worry, Bambi, I've got the best cameramen I could find recording 
every moment of this." Weston replied.

"Oh thank you, honey, I know I'll want to watch my little cunny kissing 
its first big shaft over and over!" I cooed, amazed that I'd be able to 
watch my deflowering as many times as I wanted to.  The thought that 
there were other men watching me being fuck didn't even bother me, in 
truth it was something of a turn on.

Then I felt him push again and watched in awe as his knob disappeared 
inside me and my little cunt lips spread even tighter around his cock as 
I felt my pussy stretching to accept him.  I moaned again and couldn't 
help but hump against him a little.  My little cunny was just lighting 
off with the most wonderfully full feeling, and I could hardly wait to 
have his entire length inside me.  

He pressed forward again and I squealed at a sharp pain between my legs.  
It took me a moment to realize what it was.  "Oh, god, Wes, that's my 
cherry!  This is so cool!  Fuck me, Wes, claim this little virgin 
pussy!"

"Are you sure, Bambi?  There's no going back after I take your cherry." 
Weston asked while he humped himself against me gentle.  I could feel 
his knob gently knocking at the gateway of my womanhood and I took the 
moment to soak up the feeling coming from my pussy.  Even just the head 
of his mighty shaft inside me was splitting me open wonderfully, and I 
could hardly wait to feel him inside my up to his balls.

"Yes, Wes, make me a woman!" I grunted and pressed my hips up to greet 
his light thrust.  Something inside me tore and I screeched.  It took me 
a moment to realize I'd just given him my virginity and I smiled even as 
I held myself together against the sudden pain.

"Are you okay, Bambi?" He asked.  I looked up, noticing the tears 
running down my cheeks and I actually thought I saw real concern in his 
eyes.

"Yeah, Wes, it just hurts a little and you are pretty big for my little 
cunny after all." I smiled weakly.  I knew I'd adjust shortly.  I'd made 
more than a couple girls into women before, and you just had to let them 
get used to it for a minute before getting into the real fun.  So know I 
was on the receiving end, and even against the pain, I could hardly wait 
to feel what was going to come next.  

As Weston rested inside me he reached up, cupped one of my titties, and 
started playing with it.  I cooed at his touch and smiled, feeling my 
juices starting to flow again inside me.  He started pinching my nipple 
and I couldn't help but moan in appreciation.  It was mere moments 
before I felt myself try to hump into his big cock again.

"Mmm, honey that's wonderful, you know just how to get a girl ready for 
more." I moaned, eager to continue what we'd started.  

"Really?" Weston smiled and I felt him start humping into me again.  I 
moaned as I felt myself slowly parting for him.  I was real tight, I 
knew and I felt like I was being almost torn apart by his big cock as he 
hammered deeper and deeper into me.  I looked down between my legs and 
watched with awe as his veined monster slowly sank deeper into me, 
pounding to the very core of my being.

"Oh yeah, you are such a stud!" I moaned as he slipped even deeper in.  
I looked between my legs and smiled.  "Oh, Wes you're half way there and 
my tight cunny can feel every bump on that nice big shaft of yours!"

"Just as I intended, Bambi, and you love it don't you?" Weston grunted 
as he kept up his gentle hammering.

"Oh god yes!  It feels so awesome having you stretch me open like this!  
I can't believe I'm really taking this big cock inside me!" I squealed 
as he gave me a hard little thrust and I felt another half inch of his 
shaft plow into me.  

Weston smiled again at that and he started humping me even harder.  I 
lost my voice to the moans escaping my lips as he parted the rest of my 
pussy, to my very depths.  He kept pounding away with glorious little 
thrusts and I let myself get washed away in the sensation of having my 
pussy split so perfectly open.  Then I felt something slap between my 
legs and realized we'd finally done it.  I was truly a woman now, with 
my tight little pussy wrapped all the way around his nice hard cock.  I 
savored the feeling of being so fully impaled.  I would never have 
imagined something like this, lying on my back with a wonderfully hung 
man impaling me to the depths of my woman hood.

"Oh, Wessy, we did it!  We stuffed that whole big cock of yours inside 
my tight little virgin pussy!  I can't believe it!" I squealed, 
unbelievably proud at my accomplishment.  I reached down between my legs 
to rub my taught little pussy lips as they kissed their first cock to 
confirm the amazing deed.  Then I noticed a bulge coming up from my 
mound to my lower belly and rubbed it gently.  "God that's unreal!  
You're really stretching my little cunny out, you big stud!"

"So you like this then, my little, Bambi?"  Weston asked as he bent down 
and started playing with both my ripe melons.

"I love it, honey!  How could I not love having a nice big stud of a man 
stretching my little pussy while his big strong hands played with my 
cute little titties?" I moaned as I let myself wash away in the 
sensation pouring from my body.  Every inch of my flesh was engulfed in 
passion and everywhere Weston touched me, sparks flew.  I had never felt 
anything like this in my entire life, and I couldn't even imagine myself 
fighting any of the feelings coursing through me.

"I'm so glad you like being a pussy, Bambi, we're going to have lots of 
fun in the days ahead." Weston laughed.  He kept at playing with me as I 
quivered around his thick pole.  It was wonderful being so fully 
impaled, but as he continued to enjoy my sumptuous curves, I felt a new 
itch growing inside me.  I started to squirm around his hardness and 
giggled as I felt his shaft twitching within me.  I loved the thought 
that it was my stunning body and tight little pussy that had gotten him 
hard and had his cock twitching for more.  The only bad thing was, I 
needed more.

"Oh, let's have fun now, stud!  You still haven't given this tight 
little virgin slut her fucking yet." I teased, doing my best to squeeze 
my pussy on his cock.

"So you want to be pounded just like a slut, huh Bambi?" Weston asked as 
he started pulling his cock back.  I moaned at the sudden feeling of my 
pussy closing up as his shaft retreated.  He kept pulling back until he 
was at the gates of my pussy and I was delirious with lust.

"Oh, god, Wes, give it to me!  My pussy's so empty!  Stretch me out 
again with that monster of yours!" I cried as I tried to hump against 
the nub of his cock, trying to get more of that wonderful thickness back 
inside me where it belonged.  After being stretched so wide, it was 
agonizing to be empty again.

"Okay, my little Bambi, here it comes." He laughed and thrust into me.  
I felt my eyes roll back into my head as his knob plowed all the way to 
the end of my channel in one long thrust.  I was so wet that the only 
thing that slowed him down was the speed of his own hips.  I felt his 
sack smack between my legs again and I cried out in satisfaction.

"Oh, god, fuck me just like that, Weston!" I moaned savoring that 
wonderful fullness with his cock inside me.

"Do you miss your cock, Bambi, do you miss being able to pump your own 
shaft into a pretty little girl like I'm doing to you right now?" Weston 
asked as he started pumping into me with long and determined strokes.  
His question barely registered as I writhed under his wonderful shaft.  
I could hardly believe he could ask a question like that while I was 
getting the best fuck of my life.

"Oh, Wes, I've got all the cock I need fucking my tight little cunny 
right now!" I groaned as he plowed into me again, parting the way inside 
me with his bulbous knob.  How could I not love this?

"Then you like this new pussy of yours, hmm?" Weston smiled as he gave 
me a wonderful round of short hard thrusts.  My arms gave way and I fell 
onto my back as he pounded into me.

"Oh, yes!  My little cunny is just wonderful, honey, especially when you 
fuck me like that!  Oh, god, Weston, fuck your little Bambi!" I moaned, 
completely awash in the sensations of coupling with this well-hung stud.  
Nothing had ever been this could, and I couldn't consider going back.

Weston started pounding into me again and I just fell back and savored 
the sensations from my pussy as he rammed into me.  I was writhing in 
pleasure beneath every thrust and simply marveled at the feeling of my 
titties bouncing on my chest with every thrust.  I found myself wrapped 
in a veil of disbelief at the whole scene.  I was a woman, on my back 
and wrapping my legs around the waist of a man who was ravishing me 
completely while I savored every thrust into my own tight pussy.  The 
very idea that I had once ravished women with my own cock seamed wholly 
absurd as I felt Weston sinking into me with his huge cock.  Yet I could 
remember having enjoyed many a feminine charm in the past.  It was all 
impossibly disjointed, and all the while, the wonderful stud in my cunny 
was bringing me to an even more wonderful place.

"Oh, god, fuck me, Weston!  Oh this is so good!" I moaned as locked my 
legs around him and his wonderful cock.  I kneaded the flesh of my 
titties as he thrust into me, and I pinched my nipples every time the 
tip of his cock tickled the depths of my little cunny.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, simply pounding against each 
other, but every moment was pure ecstasy.  I never wanted it to end, and 
all the while I felt a powerful force building up inside me with his 
every thrust.

Weston was driving me wild now, and I thrashed around his pounding cock, 
completely engulfed by my own burning passions.  This was all so 
overwhelming, I'd never been prepared for anything this good, and I felt 
like a dam inside me was about to burst.

"I'm cumming, Weston!  Oh, my goooooOODD!!" I screamed as I felt 
everything wash away under a torrent of all consuming pleasure.  Every 
inch of my body was alive and every sensation only echoed in sexual 
energy.  I could hear my new feminine voice screaming out in release, 
perfectly echoing the feelings racing through me.

I could feel Weston continue to thrust into me as I drifted back down 
from my heights and returned his smile.  Of course I imagine I had a 
very dopey looking smile given the wonderful fog of pleasure that was 
still flowing inside me.  We simply looked into the other's eyes for a 
moment then Weston began humping me even harder into my pussy.  My super 
sensitive flesh flared with his every move and I could only moan in 
satisfaction at the sensations.

"Get ready for it, Bambi, I'm about to make you a true woman." He 
grunted as he grabbed my hips roughly and seated his cock in me as fully 
as he could.  Then I felt the most amazing sensation I'd every felt.  My 
little cunny was still tightly stretched around Weston's glorious cock, 
and I swore I could feel every bump on its entire length.  Now as he 
impaled me fully, I felt bulge travel up the length of his cock and I 
moaned a warm blast struck me in the depths of my pussy.  I realized 
suddenly that he was spraying me full of his seed and I quickly lost 
count of the wonderful blasts of semen inside me.  The feeling of his 
warm seed filling my depths seemed like the perfect end to such a 
wonderful fuck.

We lay there for another moment, silently basking in the sensations of 
our coupling while he slowly began to soften within me.  This was 
another strange feeling, so have the shaft that had so fully spread my 
pussy simply shrink away inside me.  As his shaft deflated I could feel 
his seed begin to trickle down my passage, a wonderfully odd sensation 
all by itself.

"Oh, Wes, that was amazing!" I cooed.  "Especially when you shot me full 
of your seed!  That was so cool feeling your cock pulsing inside me and 
those warm blasts right into the bottom of my cunny."

"You do realize, my little trollop that you can get pregnant now, if I 
desire it." Weston smiled as he ran his strong hands over my smooth 
thighs.

"I don't care, you big stud!  It was still neat feeling a big cock 
pulsing inside my tight little cunny pumping out baby juice!  Besides, 
you don't want a big fat pregnant girl to fuck when you can have sexy 
little me, do you?" I giggled.  Somehow even the notion that I could get 
pregnant didn't really bother me that much.  If that was what Weston 
wanted, I don't think I could have found it in my heart to object.

"We'll, see, Bambi." Weston smiled and pulled his withered cock out of 
me with a slurp.  I looked down at his soft tool as it shimmered with my 
juices.  It amazed me that such a humble looking little thing had just 
ravished my new body.

"Oh, honey, let me get that." I cooed and jumped off the bed and sank to 
my knees at his feet.  I couldn't explain it but I just had to clean off 
his cock.  It wasn't right for him to have to do it himself when he had 
a perfectly good woman around to do it.  I bent down and savored the 
smell of his musk and mine wafting from his crotch.  It was a 
wonderfully alluring smell, I licked my lips, and bent in to have my 
first taste of pussy dipped cock.  I wrapped my mouth around him and 
easily took in his entire length.  The taste was unbelievable, I'd 
enjoyed the best foods money could buy but none of it could compare to 
this.  I quickly sucked and licked every drop of our wonderful juices 
from him, savoring every bit of it.  Then I felt him start to get hard 
again in my mouth as I continued to lick, and my thoughts turned to 
getting him ready for another round of fucking.

"You are such a good little slut, Bambi." Weston moaned as I diligently 
brought him back to full strength.  My mouth was bulging now with his 
erect cock and I could hardly wait to get it back in my pussy.  I sucked 
a bit longer then pulled back, reluctant to pull that big tasty cock 
from my mouth but I had to make my next request.

"Do you want to fuck me again, honey?" I cooed as I tickled his balls to 
keep him nice and hard for me.  After all this I doubted he was going to 
refuse me, but a girl never knows.

"What did you have in mind, my little slut?" Weston asked.  I realized 
he was going to let me pick how to be degraded next, as if being a woman 
and being fucked was somehow a degrading experience!  I was still 
shivering with the pleasure I'd felt from our last round and there was 
no way I would think that this was degrading.  

"How about this?" I squealed as I hopped up onto the bed and got on my 
hands and knees with my ass pointed at Weston.  I spread my legs a bit 
and lifted my ass until my hot little pussy was on perfect display for 
him, ready to be mounted.  "I always liked fucking doggy style!  Now I 
get to be the girl squealing with her titties bouncing and a nice big 
stud mounting her!"

This was one of my favorite positions too, not that I got to enjoy it 
much.  Most women don't go for it, and I even ended up divorced because 
I insisted once to often.  I suppose there were other problems but it 
didn't really matter now.  I realized that all of my old sexual desires 
were still in place, just that I was now the woman in the pairing 
instead of the man.  At least I wasn't into bondage I smiled to myself, 
not even wanting to consider that I could right now be wanting to get 
tied up and whipped or something.  

"I'm glad you had an interest in more than just missionary sex, Bambi.  
We will have to explore the rest of you're preferences soon, but I think 
we can indulge a little puppy play." Weston laughed as I felt him get 
into the bed.  I was quaking with anticipation now, both at getting that 
big cock in me again and getting a nice doggy fucking.

Weston didn't even say anything as he pulled up behind me and started 
rubbing his cock into my pussy.  There wasn't any resistance, and I felt 
him part my lips and sink into my pussy almost instantly.  Thankfully he 
didn't waste any time and I felt him plow his whole length into me and 
immediately started fucking himself into my tight little pussy just 
perfectly.  It was everything I could have hoped for, my titties were 
bouncing and my cunny was being split open with every extraordinary 
thrust.  This wasn't the time to talk, animals didn't talk, they mated 
and right now that was all I wanting to be, a female rutting with a male 
and that was enough.

***


I woke up with a terrible pounding in my head.  I still had the fleeting 
wisps of already forgotten dreams still rattling me.  And on top of it 
all, I felt terribly strange all over.  I realized that I was naked as I 
felt sheets pressing against my skin.  That wasn't normal either, I 
never slept in the nude.  I moved to find the covers and felt something 
shift on my chest and I look down to see two breasts hanging from my 
chest.  I simply stared down, hardly believing what I was seeing.

A moment later everything came flooding back to me, the transformation 
I'd suffered and the way Weston had used me.  If I wasn't seeing my own 
girlish body I don't think I could have believed it.  I was shocked 
motionless as my memories continued to replay through my head.  I'd 
given myself to him, degraded myself for him, all at my choice.  I 
didn't want to think about what had came over me to get me to act that 
way.  It was bad enough being in this body.  I didn't want to consider 
how much worse it could get.

Then I felt a hand slide over my side and grab onto one of my breasts 
and gently squeeze.  "Finally awake I see, little Bambi."

"Get your hand off me!" I snapped even as I instinctively pressed my 
breast into his hand.  I wanted to move away or push him away, but I 
couldn't bring myself to move away from his touch.  Instead I merely 
cooed as he pinched one of my already hardened nipples.

"I see your spirit has returned.  That's wonderful, Bambi.  Now why 
don't you hop on my lap and we can discuss your new life while we enjoy 
the morning, hmm?" Weston asked.  I stayed put for a moment, determined 
not to give him the satisfaction.  Still, it couldn't be too bad, I 
thought.  I'd already done so much yesterday and it had felt so good.  I 
tried to bite back at these subversive thoughts but it was a loosing 
battle.  His big cock had felt amazing in my new pussy and here he was 
giving me another chance to feel it.

I threw back the sheets and rolled to face him.  I couldn't believe it, 
but when I looked between his legs I actually felt myself getting hot at 
what I saw.  I pressed my hand against his shoulder so he would lie on 
his back and I watched as he rolled so his tool actually rose into the 
air.  My cunny was dripping now and I could feel it getting ready to 
take this huge cock as I straddled his waist.  My screams to stop died 
in my head as I reached between my legs to grab onto his member.  I 
couldn't control myself, I just had to have his cock splitting open my 
pussy again.  I quickly started to rub its head against my folds to find 
the entrance to my passage and lubricate his girth with my plentiful 
juices.  

A feminine sigh crossed my lips as I found the mark and felt him pop 
into the gates of my passage.  Then with a long smooth motion I sank my 
hips onto him, impaling myself on his glorious cock.  Finally I breathed 
a deep sigh as I felt my nether lips press into the base of his shaft.  

"What have you done to me?" I asked as I gently rippled my pussy on his 
shaft, driven by the knowledge that he would love the feeling on that 
nice big cock of his almost as much as I was enjoying having him inside 
me.  I also bent down a little so he could get to my titties better and 
play with my hard little nipples.  Even as I did all of this I knew it 
was wrong, that I didn't want to, but I was driven to it by a need I 
couldn't understand.

"I told you yesterday, Bambi.  You wouldn't work with me, so I had to 
make sure you would not be a threat." Weston smiled and grabbed onto 
both of my ripe melons.  I moaned as he started to play with them, but I 
still made sure to keep gently squeezing his shaft. 

"But why this?  You could have just killed me, you didn't have to make 
me into this!" I cried.  Unlike yesterday I felt so much more together, 
even against the urges running through me.  Still, I pulled my hands 
over his and helped him to squeeze my boobies with his big strong hands.

"Simply, I enjoy it." Weston laughed.  "What's more, I had to test my 
new genetic resequencer and mental conditioner on someone, and you 
seemed a ready subject.  Just think, Bambi, this is the first day of the 
rest of your life as my new assistant and mistress.  If you don't fight 
your conditioning, you may even come to enjoy this existence."

I didn't want to consider how right he probably was.  I was already 
melting at the presence of his huge cock inside me and his wonderful 
masculine hands on my tits.  I realized just how feminized my thoughts 
had become, it wasn't just Weston I found a sexual desire for, but 
nearly any man I could remember.  My memories weren't changed, but I 
looked at the differently.  The girls and women I could remember fawning 
over and loving barely stirred my heart, but the men in my life could 
stoke fires within me.  

"I'm a man!  Not some bimbo!" I cried out in my sweet school girl voice.  
I shuddered at how horrible that sounded, how truly pathetic, but I was 
combating the growing passions and surging desperation in me at somehow 
I couldn't find the inner strength I'd had before to fight it.

"Oh, Bambi, you'll get used to it.  You can't control your urges, and I 
know you can enjoy them.  You will even get to enjoy the trappings of 
being next to the most powerful man on this planet as I gain control.  
You will always be mine, dear, and you will enjoy it regardless." Weston 
stated as he twisted his fingers around and pinched my tensed nipples.

I moaned for a moment enjoying the sweet sensation before I regained 
what little composure I could for a girl who was rippling her tight 
pussy on a man.  This was still an unreal experience being impaled on a 
man's shaft.  I could remember yesterday and all that had happened, but 
it didn't wash away anything from this experience.  

"Why did I let you yesterday?" I groaned as I felt him twitch inside me, 
fighting against the strange sense of satisfaction that tried to race 
through me.  The insidious depth of my conditioning was sinking in, I 
didn't just want sex, I wanted to be an enjoyable fuck for him, I needed 
to be his submissive little sex toy.  My resistance was all conscious.  
I had to think about it, actively fight it, but my instincts were all 
wrong.  I needed to please, to be used, and every time I was what he 
wanted me to be I felt that surge of satisfaction and pleasure.  This 
scared me, I didn't know just how long I could hold out like this, with 
my own mind working for him.

"You hadn't yet recovered from your conditioning, Bambi.  Your brain was 
still overwhelmed with the programming you had to be subjected to and it 
ruled you completely.  Of course now that you've rested you've recovered 
most of you identity, save the necessary changes to sexuality and such.  
How you'll accommodate your new role is up to you, I know you won't 
refuse my desires so I don't care how you deal with it." Weston laughed 
and started kneading my boobies again.  I shuddered at the names my own 
thoughts used to refer to my breasts.  I certainly hadn't been 
conditioned to be a refined woman, that was certain.  In fact, I knew I 
was nothing but a teen nympho, at least as appearances and behavior 
went.  Yet even as this deeply bothered me, part of me reveled at the 
fact that I'd likely get to fuck a lot.  Obviously, Weston had 
conditioned me well for his uses, and I wondered just how long I really 
could fight it.  Even if I tried to escape, I knew I'd react the same 
way to any man who would give me an opening, hell I might even fight to 
make him give me the chance to be his slut.  I shuddered at that 
thought, not being able to control myself in the real world would likely 
mean ending up in some brothel somewhere.  Besides, I had no life, no 
identity as Bambi out there, nothing from which to build a new life.  

"But Bambi?  That's so humiliating!  It makes me sound like some kind of 
a bimbo." I cried as I started hump myself on him a little and wiggle my 
hips.  I couldn't repress the satisfaction this time when he moaned his 
approval and gave me another wonderful nipple pinch.

"This from a girl who is busy fucking me with her tight little cunt and 
who spent all of yesterday begging for more." Weston chuckled.  
"Personally I think it's very fitting, if not very original.  Besides, 
you'll get used to it too."

I simply looked away in shame, but I couldn't stop fucking him.  It felt 
too good having his nice big cock moving inside me to even consider 
stopping.  I started picking up my pace and humped him even harder.  It 
was wonderful, I had to admit.  Better than any sex I'd had as a man, 
and I felt an urgent need to feel him shoot his seed into my depths.  
The feeling of a cock spilling its juices into my depths was the most 
exotic thing I'd ever felt and I found myself craving it.

"Oh, god, you bastard, you made me love this and every inch of your 
thick cock.  I'll get you, Weston, somehow, I'll get you." I moaned as I 
squeezed my little pussy as hard as I could, hoping to draw his seed 
out.  I was fucking him wildly now, desperate for another awesome female 
orgasm like I had enjoyed yesterday.  If I was going to have this life, 
I was at least going to enjoy it.

"Yes, you'll get me, Bambi, you'll get my nice hard cock filling you up 
whenever I feel like using your tight little pussy.  And you'll always 
be tight, Bambi, no matter how many times you fuck this big hard cock 
you'll always be as tight as that first time." Weston boomed as he 
started thrusting back at my own thrusts.

"Oh, god, Weston, cum in me!  I need it, I need that baby juice pumping 
into me!" I cried as we humped together.  I knew he was getting close, 
remembering his panting and grunting from every other time he'd filled 
me with his seed.  We were rutting fiercely now, and I squeezed him as 
hard as I could with my cunny, knowing just how much he had to love that 
as he pistoned inside me.  

"Here it is, Bambi!" Weston cried out as he grabbed onto my hips hard 
and held me still on top of him with his huge cock impaled all the way 
inside me.

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned as I felt his cock pulsing inside me.  "Fill me up!  
Pump that wonderful juice inside me!"

I just moaned even harder as he reached up and squeezed my tits again as 
he continued to pulse inside me.  Then he squeezed my nipples and the 
whole world dissolved in an explosion of pleasure.  I cried out again 
with my girlish new voice as I savored the ripples of energy flowing 
through me.  

I drifted back down slowly as his hands continued to knead my melons and 
I could feel his shaft just beginning to soften inside me.  I reeled at 
what I'd just done, I'd just given myself to him completely.  It didn't 
matter that I didn't want to, I couldn't help it.  

"God damn you!" I squealed, again upset at just how hard it was to get 
my anger across with this childish voice.

"You're only upset because you enjoyed it, Bambi.  Didn't you?" Weston 
taunted me, smiling as he played with my boobs.  I wanted to strangle 
him so badly right then but I couldn't make my hands move to do it.  
Even in this weak little girl's body I knew I had enough raw anger to 
kill him, but it was cut short.  

"Yes." I grunted, my hands twitching with pent up rage at my sides.  I 
didn't want to answer him, but like everything else, it was simply 
compelling.  I had to do it.

"Yes, what, Bambi?" Weston looked straight into my eyes and I knew what 
he wanted.  

"I enjoy getting fucked and played with like a slut you ass hole." I 
snapped at him.  I flinched at my words again, it didn't seem right for 
such a sweet voice to say such vile things.  That thought worried me, 
another instinct, another way this bastard was going to make me his 
docile little pet.

"My my, Bambi, you are certainly not being polite.  Unfortunately, I 
have important business to attend to today so I can't keep my empire 
waiting.  Please, shower and get dressed in your clothes from yesterday 
and we can get on to the business at hand." Weston laughed.  I wondered 
for an instant what else was going to happen today, but I reconsidered, 
it was probably best not to dwell on it.  With that out of the way I 
pulled myself off of his withering shaft and felt a new urging as I 
looked down at the wet little guy between his legs.

"Um, do you mind if I..."  I nodded down and looked between his legs, 
not wanting to say the words.  Even so I was licking my lips at just the 
sight of his cum covered shaft.  It looked delicious all covered with 
the mixing of our juices.

"What, Bambi?" Weston mocked.  We both knew, and I realized that this 
too was part of my training to get used to my condition.  Again the 
desire to kill this rat surged through me, but still I was drawn to my 
other need.

"Can I clean your cock?" I whimpered, not wanting to draw out the 
process any more than I had to.  It was bad enough wanting to do it, I 
didn't want to have to beg to do it.

"Of course, anything for my little Bambi." Weston laughed.  I grimaced 
at that, knowing he was just savoring my humiliation as I bent down and 
started cleaning off our juices from his cock.  It was surprising just 
how good it all tasted, the mix of his seed, my pussy and his musk was 
wonderful.  I was careful not to miss a drop, driven both by the taste 
and the need to clean him completely.  

"I would love to spend all day with you like this, my dear.  But we have 
business to attend to." Weston told me as I finished cleaning him.  I 
leaned back when I was finished savoring the tastes for a moment before 
I caught myself and frowned.

"Oh, no use denying that you like it, Bambi.  Don't worry there will be 
plenty more where that came from.  Now we must shower and get ready for 
our meetings." Weston grinned and patted my head.  I scowled at him but 
otherwise couldn't move to strangle him like I wanted.  He was enjoying 
this far too much for my tastes, but I couldn't do anything to stop him.

He got out of the bed and started walking towards the bathroom.  I sat 
there fuming for a minute before I felt the need to follow him.  He had 
said that we were supposed to shower, and I somehow knew that meant I 
was to join him.  As I stood up, I considered that a shower might not be 
such a bad thing, I'd been fucked almost non-stop all night and I was 
sweaty and sticky.  I also felt his seed seeping from my new pussy and 
reached down to collect it in my hand as I walked.  I couldn't help but 
lick it up, it was too good to let it go to waste.

"Taking your time I see.  No matter, you know what to do, Bambi." Weston 
smiled as I walked in still licking my palm.  I scowled at him for a 
moment before I shuddered.  I was over whelmed by new duties and quickly 
stepped into the shower.  I turned on the water, somehow knowing just 
how he liked it and grabbed some soap.  It was time to clean him, and I 
found my self completely enthralled by the notion of giving him a bath.  
I couldn't help myself, I wanted to run my hands all over his naked 
body, not just cleaning him but worshiping his masculine form that 
seemed so god like right in that moment.

"So how do enjoy your new condition, Bambi." Weston asked as I started 
to lather him up.  I shivered at the question.  I had been lost in the 
hardness of his flesh, my own heat growing as I soaped up his body, 
enjoying his masculine presence for a mindless moment before he'd 
snapped me out of it.

"I hate it you bastard!  I don't want to be some teen bimbo for you." I 
squealed as I started rubbing his shaft to get it hard.  I knew I'd 
already cleaned him up nicely but I knew that a shower wasn't complete 
until I got to use his manhood to clean between my tits.  I shivered at 
that degrading thought for a moment before I squeezed my wonderful 
breasts and realized just how wonderful they'd do cleaning him like 
that.

"Now, now, my little Bambi.  Honestly, you enjoyed being my little slut 
didn't you?" Weston asked as I kneeled down and cupped my tits in my 
hands.  I leaned in, squeezed his cock between my ample mounds, and 
started to bounce them.  I cooed at the wonderful feeling forgetting my 
position for the moment.

"Enough, Bambi, you have another hole that needs cleaning." Weston 
ordered and I flinched at the realization.  Still I was on my feet in 
moments, and looked up at him.  It was just this suddenly that I 
realized just how dirty I was between my legs and felt the need for a 
good cleaning.

"Please, Weston, can you clean me?" I whimpered, hating to ask him for 
anything, and especially this.  It wasn't just my pride, it was a 
driving force in me that just screamed that I was here to serve him.  

"Of course dear." He replied.  He grabbed me by the hips and spun me 
around.  I quickly spread my legs and bent down so he could get in more 
easily.  I moaned shamelessly a moment later as I felt his shaft split 
me open and sink into me.  It was wonderful, I'd fucked in the shower 
before but this was entirely different.  Now I was the girl, with my 
pussy full of hard cock as the water poured down on our naked bodies.  
He instantly started hammering into me, and I felt my breasts bouncing 
with each filling push.  I squirmed against him with a fervor equal to 
his and enjoyed his savage cleaning.  

It wasn't long before we slipped to the end of our little dance and I 
screamed in pleasure as he shot off again inside me.  I wiggled my rear 
back against his hardness and sighed.  "Oh, yeah, fill me up, Weston!"

"So you like having my cum inside you, dear?" Weston asked as I felt his 
cock continue to twitch and squirt out his wonderful juices into me.  It 
was wonderful, filled with a man's cock and his seed shooting into me.  
There was no way I could resist the shear joy I was feeling.

"It's great, homey.  Do we really have to stop?" I whimpered.  I 
concentrated and tried to ripple my pussy and get him to full staff 
again, I know I'd done it last night, in fact I'd gotten him back up a 
couple of times.  Then without warning he grabbed onto my hips and 
pulled out of me with a soft pop.

"I'm afraid I do have other business that must be attended to.  Finish 
your cleaning and then come to me so we can get you appropriately 
dressed for the occasion." Weston ordered, and gave me a playful slap on 
my rear before leaving the shower.

Then I was suddenly alone with myself again.  I stood there for a minute 
just letting the water run over me as I came back to my senses.  There 
wasn't any doubt now just how far I'd fallen.  I was his slut, his 
little bimbo, and I couldn't help it.  It wasn't just that every 
sensation was amazing.  It was the fact that I needed to serve him.  
Even as I contemplated this, I was compelled not to take too long in the 
shower, since he had business to attend to that I was some part of.  I 
wasn't sure I really wanted to know just what this business was, but 
there wasn't any doubt in my mind that Weston had something big in the 
works.  He would never have dreamed of doing this to me if he hadn't 
already worked out how to get away with it.  Of course, now I didn't 
think I was going to do much to stand in his way, unless it was to ask 
what I could do for him next.  It wasn't that I wanted to serve him, I 
needed to, and worse I enjoyed doing so.  Even as I looked back at the 
past day's events I couldn't really bring up a proper amount of anger at 
my treatment, instead I found myself satisfied that I'd managed to get 
him off so many times.

I was amazed at just how routine my showering felt, although I had never 
cleaned my new body before.  It was almost second nature to wash my 
curved new form and even my long hair.  It was as if I'd had this body 
my entire life, but I assumed this too was part of my conditioning.  It 
wouldn't be easy to be a successful slave girl if I couldn't care for 
myself.  I took this chance to again examine my new body, and it's 
various pleasures.  My pink little nipples were still nice and hard and 
I couldn't help but play with them in a moment of childish wonder.  
These puffy little things were all mine and I just had to give my tight 
little nubs a good pinch.  I squeaked with delight at this confirmation 
of my new breasts.  I had to admit they were just lovely round fruit 
just perfect for a man to play with and suck on.  The thought skipped 
through my mind a moment before I realized just what I'd thought and I 
quivered again.  There wasn't any doubt now, I loved men, just in the 
way that women are supposed to love men.  I didn't want to, but every 
time another drop of water hit me, I wondered how much better it would 
feel if it had been a nice manly hand  there instead.  I would have said 
I'd become gay if it wasn't for the fact that I was every bit a sexy 
young woman on the outside, and quickly becoming a very slutty one on 
the inside.  Yet there wasn't anything I could do to get a grip on 
myself, I knew what was happening, but when it came to honest 
resistance, I just couldn't do anything.

Finally I finished my shower and toweled off. I gave my hair a quick 
blow dry, thankful that my new mane seemed designed for easy 
maintenance.  With that done, I strutted into the bedchamber again, 
knowing that Weston would get an excellent view of my naked new bod.  I 
flinched a bit at that thought, but I couldn't help myself.  I was 
stunning and I just had to show it off.

"Very nice, Bambi.  Now come over here and let's get you ready." Weston 
ordered.  I obediently skipped over to him and looked down at what I 
would be expected to wear.  

"Are you sure you want me to go out like that?" I giggled.  It was the 
same revealing get up he'd had me wear yesterday.  I stifled a thought 
about how degrading it was, since I knew just how hot I looked in these 
clothes.  I realized that I was cutting out my own thoughts for Weston's 
imprinted ones, but that didn't matter, I really did look hot in that 
ensemble.

"You don't mind do you?" Weston asked, handing me the thong first.  I 
cheerfully grabbed it and squirmed my way into it, again enjoying how it 
so nicely cupped my new mound.  It did still feel weird not having 
something more substantial between my legs.  Still, as I looked down 
between my legs and saw the outlines of my pussy lips against the cloth, 
I had to admit I looked a lot cuter without all the extra equipment down 
there.

"Why?  I'm a sexy little bimbo right?" I giggled again, jiggling my 
still naked titties to emphasize the point.  This was what he wanted me 
to be after all and besides I really liked how my boobies feel when 
they’re bouncing and jiggling.  "And I just love showing off my new 
body!"

Weston just nodded and handed me the bra.  I pulled it on swiftly and 
followed with the chemise he handed me a moment later.  There wasn't any 
doubt I was completely the stunning example of femininity he'd wanted, 
and I couldn't help but be proud of that fact.  I ran my hands down my 
sides, enjoying the silky fabric draping over my and the intimate caress 
of my bra and panties on my tender femininity.  

"You look perfect, Bambi, now we must go." Weston stated and promptly 
walked out of the room.  I didn't miss a step, following right behind 
him, like the loyal little puppy I was now.  I had to wonder just what 
we were going to do, but I didn't let myself worry too much about it.  

The halls of the compound looked so different now, and all of the men 
walking by was even more shocking.  Every one of them had an appeal, and 
I made sure that any one of them that looked at me got a cute little 
wink.  I knew I was just strolling along like a prize pig, but I 
couldn't help but play up the part.

Finally, we came to one of the conference rooms.  It was already full 
and obviously the meeting had been going on for some time.

"About time you showed up, Weston." Came one voice from the crowd.  I 
quickly surveyed the scene, it was a collection of other project heads 
and administrators, mostly the ones that had been far to dark for my 
tastes.  All but a couple were men, and I could feel myself getting hot 
being in such close quarters with so many men.  I did my best to pose 
for them to show myself off as my thoughts turned to all the fun we 
could have.  

"Do you want my wrath, Turner?" Weston replied darkly, with a slight nod 
towards me.  Everything instantly fell silent.  I realized then just 
what I'd been brought here for.  I was an example to keep the others in 
line, an example of Weston's power.  

"Good." Weston said coldly as he surveyed the room.  There wasn't any 
doubt that he was the one controlling this situation.  "I assume that 
everything has been done as I prescribed?"

"Yes, sir.  The distribution of the virus has begun as you ordered.  We 
estimate four days for an effective infection rate of 80 percent and 
another week before the control effects take hold." reported one of the 
administrators.  I realized then that I must have been out for a couple 
of days at least during my transformation.  Weston could have done a lot 
when I was still in control of the facility, but distributing things off 
site would have had to wait till I had been dealt with.  I wondered for 
a moment where the rest of the staff was, and assumed that at least a 
few had met with fates similar to mine.  

The meeting continued for some time like that.  I found that my 
attention just slipped away after the first couple exchanges.  It was 
all so boring, I knew I should try to learn what was going on, but I 
just couldn't stay focused.  Instead I just stood at the edge of the 
room and fidgeted, not knowing what else to do.  I looked around the 
room and just wondered how manly each of the men here was and hoped I'd 
get to find out sometime.  It was a lot more interesting than the 
discussion they were having.

"All such very good work, gentlemen.  I'm pleased that we've made this 
kind of a difference in just a few days.  As a reward, I want to 
reintroduce you to our former colleague in his new role as my Bambi.  
Why don't you get up on the table and introduce yourself?" Weston 
prompted me.  I squealed with delight at having something to do and 
getting that chance to show myself off.  I jumped right up onto the 
table and spun around on top.

"Hi, I'm Bambi!" I giggled as I flaunted my body to everyone there, 
making sure to look each one of them in the eyes and smile.  I was here 
to make a good impression after all.

"No need to be shy dear, we're going to have a little extended session 
here so you can fully introduce yourself to my staff." Weston prompted.  
I considered his words for a moment and then giggled again.  My hands 
flew to my chemise and pulled it off and I quickly tossed off my bra and 
panties too.  Now completely naked, I did another twirl and gave 
everyone a full view of my sexy little body.

"When can I start?" I asked as I slipped a hand between my legs and 
started rubbing myself.  I was plenty hot already, but I wanted to be 
steaming for all these guys.  I was about to be the star of a gangbang 
and I could hardly wait.  I'd always loved being part of a gangbang and 
now I was just aching to be the main attraction.

I looked around the table again as I prepared myself. These were my 
colleagues, men and women I'd worked with for years.  I had been their 
leader.  Now I was their toy and I couldn't be happier.  I wondered who 
would be first and just hoped he'd be nice and big like Weston.

"Any time my dear, enjoy yourself." Weston answered.  I squealed with 
happiness and jumped down off the table.  I turned to the first man I 
saw and pulled myself to him.  I wrapped my arms around him and gave him 
a passionate kiss for a moment before I pulled back and started 
undressing him.

"Come on, Bill, I know you just want to plug my tight little pussy!" I 
giggled as I started ripping off his clothing.  Bill Patterly had been 
here for years, a rather unassuming fellow really.  I doubted he had any 
great ambition to him, but he obviously had a sense of self-preservation 
just by being here.  Of course, right now the only thing that really 
interested me was the nice big cock he had tenting his pants.  I didn't 
let him leave it concealed for long though.  My delicate little fingers 
unbuckled him and sent his slacks and boxers to the floor in mere 
moments and I got to see my second cock as a woman.  Somehow it didn't 
look as appealing as Weston's did, although Bill's was longer and 
thicker.  It was good enough though, and I wrapped my hand around it and 
enjoyed the sweet hardness in my fingers for a moment before I looked up 
to him again.

He looked back at me for a moment, lost in obvious thought then he 
grabbed onto me and spun me around.  When I felt his hands on my hips I 
knew what he wanted, and spread my legs and leaned onto the table 
presenting my new pussy for him.  

"Take me!" I yelled a moment before I felt his cock press into my 
feminine folds.  I moaned shamelessly as he sank all the way into me.  
It was wonderful being split open again like this and I squeezed him 
with my pussy to know how thankful I was.

"You really like this?" Bill asked.  I could hear just how amazed he 
was, probably not understanding just how completely Weston had played 
with my head.  Thankfully he didn't let his amazement slow him from 
starting a nice pumping rhythm into me.

"God, yes, Bill!"  I cried out.  "You can't believe how good it feels 
having that wonderful cock of yours is stuffed up my tight little pussy!  
Fuck me, Bill, fuck me hard!"

He didn't disappoint me either, and instantly grabbed onto my hips and 
started slamming himself into me.  I grunted with delight at each 
thrust, and savored each of his own satisfied moans as he enjoyed my hot 
passage.  I did my best to fuck him back, but it was hard like locked 
together like we were, and all I could really do was squeeze my pussy as 
he pumped himself inside me.  

Bill didn't last too long though, and I felt him suddenly grab onto me 
even tighter and started shooting off inside me.  I squealed in delight 
at the feeling of his seed flowing into me and did my best to milk him 
dry before he pulled out of me.  I whimpered a little at that, my little 
pussy felt so empty again, but I knew that would last for long.

Then I stood up and looked around for a moment, the entire room was full 
of completely naked men and a couple of equally naked women now.  My 
eyes jumped from one amazing shaft to another, all hard and all ready 
just for me.  Well, except for the few that couldn't wait and were busy 
plunging into the other women.  I wondered for a moment if they were 
truly willing participants, but as I took in the forest of erections 
around me, I couldn't understand how any woman wouldn't want this.  

A big smile grew on my lips as I turned around to the men gathering 
around me.  I thrust out my chest and put my hand on my hips before I 
asked my question.  "Okay, boys, who's next?"

The next few moments were a complete blur as I suddenly found myself 
engulfed in a sea of raging testosterone.  I was pulled, tugged, and 
squeezed as my place was rapidly being negotiated.  by the time it was 
all over I found myself straddling a man with his shaft in my pussy 
while another man was busy pounding into my ass.  My mouth was wrapped 
around another cock and both of my hands were doing their best to keep 
the next round nice and hard.  I was at the center of the storm and I 
don't think I've ever been so completely lost to pleasure.

First of course was being doubly penetrated.  Weston had taken my anal 
virginity that first night, another amazing memory I will never forget, 
but now I had two men pumping between my legs.  It was more wonderful 
than I could have dreamed, and I did my best to please them as they 
fucked me.  Then I had a nice big cock in my mouth, and I was letting 
myself savor its succulent musky taste as I sucked on it with abandon.  
My hands were busy too, each one wrapped around its own cock giving me a 
preview of things to come and giving me another heavenly chance to feel 
a man's member in my hands.  Finally came the hands, and mouths of all 
the other men, caressing, fondling, and licking every part of my body.  
I was completely engulfed in sex and simply let myself go and enjoyed 
every moment.

I wish I knew just how long I was rolled through that party.  It was all 
just a sensual blur of passion and ecstasy.  After the first few 
moments, I think I was coming almost constantly as different men took me 
in every passage I had.  I savored every thrust and every satisfied 
grunt as I was passed around.  Occasionally, I even found myself wrapped 
up with another of the women in the room, though I was usually buried in 
a nice bush and licking away as a cock or two pounded away on my other 
end.  It surprised me for a moment that I still liked women, not that 
they were as good as a man, but I enjoyed eating out the other girls 
almost as much as I had sucking off the guys before them.  I suppose I 
was going to be a pretty equal opportunity sex slave after all.

Finally the part subsided, not that everyone wanted to leave.  In fact 
it was Weston who came in and started barking orders at everyone that 
broke it up.  After everyone else had left he walked up to where I was 
and just looked down and laughed.  I just shuddered before him, still 
wracked with raging lust.  My entire body was covered in semen and I 
knew my hair was well matted with it too.  I must have looked like a 
complete tramp right then, naked and bathed in sexual juices.  Still I 
don't think I was ever so happy, or so pleased with myself.  I'd had fun 
and I'd gotten the chance to please so many other people that nothing 
else really mattered.  Except for Weston's pleasure of course.

So I just looked up at him while he laughed, waiting for him to ask 
something of me.  He didn't he just laughed and then turned around and 
walked out.  I stayed on the floor like that for some time before I 
moved again, letting the passion from the rolling orgasms finally drift 
away.  Then without anything else better to do, I pulled my sexy little 
outfit back on and strolled back to Weston's room for a shower and to 
prepare myself for the evening.

***


The shower was wonderful.  The feeling of water running over my 
sensitive new anatomy was luxurious and I had the time to enjoy it fully 
now, unlike this morning.  I just let the water roll over me and helped 
myself to more than a couple wonderful feminine orgasms in the process.  
The day had been great, I couldn't believe just how much fun being the 
star of a gangbang could be.  I savored the memory of all those cocks 
and the couple of pussies I got to play with.  My pussy tingled at the 
memory of each big cock it had served.  I was actually surprised by just 
how many big cocks my staff had, I never would have guessed it before, 
but I'd enjoyed my introduction to the fact.

After I finally finished my shower, I decided I had to get ready to 
entertain Weston for the evening.  I felt myself get warmed up just at 
the thought.  Sure I'd been fucked wonderfully today, but not one of 
those guys measured up to Weston.  Sure, I knew that was only because I 
was programmed to feel this way, but that didn't change the fact that I 
couldn't wait to have him fuck my tight little pussy again.  

I strolled over to the closet that Weston had set aside for me.  I knew 
this because of the little sign over the door with my name on it.  I 
opened it up and couldn't help but giggle at the contents.  It was a 
walk in closet that was just huge and I saw at least four rows of 
clothes and accessories.  I quickly walked down the rows and my mind 
whirled at the possibilities.  Weston had filled my closet with every 
kind of costume I could imagine.  There were costumes for nurses, 
cheerleaders, and soldiers.  There were serving wench dresses and French 
maids uniforms.  A whole row was filled just with different kinds of 
sexy lingerie and swim suits.  I couldn't believe the selection, and it 
was all for me!  I was nearly overwhelmed.  It would take me months, 
maybe even years to go through all of these costumes for Weston and I 
could hardly wait!  

It took forever to decide just what to wear for my first night as 
Weston's plaything.  Sure, he'd claimed me last night, but I hadn't 
gotten used to the fact that I was his yet.  I still knew that what I 
was doing was wrong, that Weston had completely fucked with my head, but 
all I really cared about know was that he fucked with my hot little 
pussy.  I strolled naked through that closet at least for an hour before 
I finally decided what I had to do.  I quickly pulled out the costume 
and raced back to the bathroom so I could finish preparing.  I'd be 
ready for him tonight and show him just the kind of girl I was going to 
be.


***


I lay on his bed nervously as I looked down at my chest through my 
translucent top.  I reached up, cupped my boobies, and jiggled them a 
bit, giggling as I heard my nipple bells chime.  My nipples were still a 
little sore from the piercing, but I loved how they looked with the 
little gold rings running through them and I just couldn't resist 
putting the bells on.  They just were so perfect for this costume.  I 
had decided to go for the whole harem girl ensemble.  I even cinched my 
long hair back into a curvy ponytail.  I knew Weston would love it, 
except for the piercing.  I didn't know if he'd like that, although he'd 
left the materials in a drawer for me.  They were his boobies after all, 
as much as I was his girl, and I hoped I hadn't gone over the line in 
piercing my cute little nipples without his permission.  Still, I hoped 
that my having done so would please him as well, a sign of just how good 
a girl I could be for him.

It was hard waiting for him.  Until now, almost every instant of time 
I'd spent in my new body had been with men around, and now I was all 
alone.  While I was getting ready for the evening, I'd been able to 
distract myself, but now all I could do was wait.  Of course my thoughts 
turned to Weston and his wonderful cock and it wasn't long before I 
could feel myself leaking with anticipation.  It wasn't long before my 
fingers were playing my little body again and I just rolled around on 
the bed keeping myself nice and wet for Weston.  

I waited as patiently as I could and as soon as I heard the door opening 
to the room I raced over to the little platform he had on one side of 
the room.  I jumped up on it and quickly made sure my costume was in 
place and I started doing my best impression of a harem girl's dance.  
No sooner had I started then I realized just how perfectly I was 
performing.  I giggled at that and jiggled my boobs just enough to ring 
my little bells just as I saw Weston come in the door.

"Hello, Master!" I giggled as I swayed seductively to an invisible 
rhythm.  I had to admit it was fun presenting myself like this, even 
down to calling Weston master.  I mean what else would a good little 
harem girl call her owner?  

Weston just stood there and watched.  I think he was torn between shock 
and lust.  I did my best to tilt him in favor of lust.  Dancing like 
this and seeing Weston's manly form had me really horny all over again.  
I could feel myself leaking as I swayed and jiggled with my dance.  With 
every move I made sure to keep my eyes locked on his as I gave him my 
most seductive smile.  

We stayed like that for a bit longer, then he strolled up to me as I 
continued my dance.  I slowly moved to the edge of the platform with my 
rhythm until my perky breasts were bouncing right before his eyes.  With 
that, he reached up, grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me off the 
platform to the ground beside him.  I squealed with delight at having 
his strong hands holding me.  It was still strange to me that I could be 
such a small thing to be handled so easily by a man.  Yet as soon as I 
touched the floor I pulled myself to him and pressed my needy body 
against his as we kissed deeply.

"So why the sweet harem girl, Bambi?" Weston asked as he let his hands 
roam free over my thinly covered flesh.  I giggled and squealed as he 
rolled them across my sensitive flesh and played with my bountiful 
charms.

"Don't you like it?" I giggled, bouncing my chest just enough to send 
chimes through the air again.  I didn't really understand myself why I'd 
decided to dress up like this, but right now I wanted him so much that I 
didn't care either.

"Oh, I certainly do my little, Bambi.  Now why don't you prepare your 
Sultan for his entertainment?" Weston asked and I gratefully obliged 
him.  I quickly undressed him, pulling every bit of cloth off with 
tender care and appreciating every length of flesh I revealed.

"Oh, you are such a handsome man." I cooed as I ran my hands over his 
muscular arms, savoring the masculine bulges.  I could barely wait to 
have him fully undressed before me, so I could give him the pleasure he 
so richly deserved.  My own body was on fire just being this close to 
him, and I could feel my tight little pussy drip with anticipation.

"I just love you chest, honey, so manly and firm, and you have just 
great abs," I continued as I slipped off his shirt and let my hands roll 
over his sculpted body.  For just a moment I felt a quiver of 
strangeness at my words, like I shouldn't be saying such things, but I 
couldn't understand why.  My thoughts quickly turned back to the task at 
hand and I finished undressing Weston. 

I kneeled before him as I reached for his last garment, the one covering 
his god-like shaft.  I wrapped my fingers around the waistband and 
pulled his boxers down to his feet as I savored the sight before me.  
His pillar of manhood hovered before me, released from its prison, and 
now hard and thick waiting to be worshiped.  I just gazed at its beauty, 
letting myself take in its every bump and vein from the base to its 
magnificent head.  I still could scarcely believe I could fit such an 
amazing shaft inside my tight passage, or that such a creature as me 
would be given such an honor.

"Oh, my lord, how should I please you?" I asked, looking up reverently 
to the keeper of this sacred shaft, the master of my flesh.  

Weston laughed, a hideously amazing laugh, I just held myself on my 
knees captivated by the way his chest heaved with every bellow of 
laughter.  Then before I could react, he bent down, grabbed me, and with 
a speed beyond my senses I found myself tossed onto the bed.  I fell on 
my back, and no sooner had I found my place on the sheets than I looked 
up to see Weston pull himself onto the bed and start to crawl towards 
me.

"Oh, yes, master, claim me, I am yours!" I cried, spreading my legs for 
him.  My pussy was screaming for his touch now, and I could see my 
juices staining the sheer material between my legs.  I was ready for 
him, and I watched as he pulled himself over me, his shaft swinging 
hungrily below him.

Weston laughed again as he stopped just over my spread thighs.  He 
smiled for a moment and reached down, grabbing the material of my pants 
at the waist.  With one swift motion, I felt the material being torn 
from my body and I squealed in delight as he bounded atop me.  I spread 
my legs as far as I could, presenting myself for him, and he claimed me.  
No sooner had he came to rest above me then I felt the tip of his shaft 
against my entrance.  Without a pause I felt him thrust into me, filling 
my tight folds to the brim in one swift motion.

"Oh, Master!" I cried, awash in the wondrous pleasure of having my pussy 
filled with his glory.  I couldn't help but caress the shaft as it 
rested inside my depths, honoring my flesh.

"You are mine, Bambi, my little slut.  Nothing but a whore for my 
pleasure." Weston laughed as he started pumping inside me.  I instantly 
started to hump him back, fucking him in the way he deserved.

"Oh, yes, Master, use me, fuck me, let me be your perfect plaything!" I 
cried as he claimed my flesh.  It was overwhelming, my mind dissolved 
into one simple thought, to pleasure him.  My body was his to use, and I 
was absorbed by every moment of his use.

The rest of the night fell into a blur of near constant fucking.  I was 
insatiable, as was he and our bodies danced intimately together as we 
enjoyed our flesh.  The details fell away, and all I was left with was a 
near constant pleasure driving me on until I had nothing left to give.

***


I woke up to the feeling of something pressing between my legs.  I found 
myself spreading them instinctively and then moaning loudly as I felt a 
cock sinking into me.  It felt wonderful as it split me open and finally 
came to rest deeply inside me.  I shuddered slightly as I realized that 
all of this was not a dream, and couldn't help but squeeze down on the 
brazen morning invader that had so pleasantly roused me from my sleep.

"Good morning my dear little Bambi." Weston cooed in my ear as his shaft 
twitched inside me.  He reached up, cupped one of my breasts, and 
jiggled it a little, sending a small chiming sound into the air.

"Bastard." I muttered as I squirmed myself on his shaft in the way I 
knew he loved.  I was his little slut after all.  

"What, sweetie?" Weston asked as he started to thrust into me until I 
started making little squeaky noises.  I couldn't help it, when he used 
me like this he got me all excited and I couldn't help but make those 
cute little sounds.

"I said you were a bastard, Weston honey." I cooed as sweetly as I could 
with my school girl voice.  I did my best little pussy squirm on him to 
show that there were no hard feelings.  I was glad that he had designed 
my body so that I wouldn't stretch out much no matter how thoroughly 
fucked I was.  Since my little pussy was as tight as the first time I'd 
been fucked I could still enjoy the feeling of every bump and vein of 
Weston's cock as it rested inside me.  

"Oh, why is that?" Weston asked as he worked me into a squeak toy again.  
I did my best to fuck him back as he did.  I'd gotten to be very adept 
at pleasuring him over the last couple of days and was beginning to know 
just how to use my sexy little body for best effect.

"Well, you made me into your little slut after all.  I was a man and now 
I'm just your devoted little whore who loves having your huge cock in 
her tight little cunt.  Only a bastard could rob another man of his dick 
and make him into a willing slut." I cooed as I gave him another 
intimate massage with my pussy.  I was amazed at the control I had over 
it, and glad too.  I couldn't very well serve him if I couldn't use my 
pussy right.  

"How am I doing?  Am I using my pussy right today?" I asked as I 
caressed him with my tender passage.  I really hoped so.  Sure there 
wasn't any doubt that he'd enjoyed every moment of our previous 
encounters, but I didn't want him to get tired of me.

"Oh, yes, Bambi, that's wonderful." Weston replied.  "Your enjoying your 
new self, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah." I chimed and gave his shaft a little squeeze to prove it.  
"But I can't help it, can I?"

Weston laughed at that and started to fuck me again.  It wasn't long 
before his pounding brought out another round of squeaking from me.  
This time he didn't stop though, and I just felt myself getting more and 
more worked up.  I did my best to fuck him back, to give him the most 
pleasure I could in our current position.  It wasn't very easy, but I 
could sense that he was working towards his pinnacle just as I was.

I twisted around as best as I could and found his lips with mine as he 
continued to pound into my flesh.  We kissed tenderly for that moment, 
again locked together as man and woman.  Our tongues traded blows as his 
shaft pulsed inside me.  It was amazing, wondrous, in some way better 
than all the times that had came before.  Then finally I felt him reach 
his limit, and braced for my own.  My flesh was linked to his, I knew 
that now, and when he came so would I.  I caressed him in that perfect 
final way, and felt his groan of final release pass over my lips as he 
seed raced into my depths.  I quivered and shook with the pleasure, my 
flesh racing with ecstasy as his completed his use of me.

We rested together for a moment before he pulled away, and I was treated 
to the feeling of his shaft moving inside me for a moment before it 
escaped my hold.  I shuddered a bit at the loss, though still savoring 
the warmth spreading inside me.

"Another busy day for me, my dear, let's get showered and then I'll have 
to be going." Weston stated as he pulled his sculpted form from the bed.  
I regretted that we wouldn't have time for more fun, aside from the 
shower that is.  Still, he had his business to attend to, and I wondered 
if I'd get the chance to have a bit of fun like I had yesterday.

"Can I come with you again?" I asked with my best pouty voice.  Somehow 
behaving like a sweet little girl was just natural for me now.  I pulled 
myself up to him, looked up with my doe like eyes, and gave him my best 
puppy dog look.  How could he resist?

"So you enjoyed our little demonstration yesterday?" Weston asked as he 
pulled away from me and trotted off to the bathroom.  I followed just a 
step behind him, looking forward to what was about to come next.  I 
could hardly believe I was about to run my hands all over his muscular 
figure again, and I knew I was getting all excited again at the though.

"It was great.  I always loved gang bangs, and being the star of the 
show was just amazing." I answered dreamily as I remembered being 
embraced by a sea of masculinity.  Then I pulled myself up to Weston and 
pressed my naked flesh against his side.  "Though it wasn't as good as 
you were last night."

"Why thank you, dear." Weston replied, giving one of my boobs a nice 
squeeze.  I giggled at that, amazed that it could be so much fun to be 
someone's sex toy.  He then stepped into the shower and I went to work.  
I started the shower and went to lathering him up.

"You have a wonderful body you know." I cooed as I soaped up Weston's 
body.  "I just love running my hands over all your hard muscles.  
Especially this one." I giggled as I soaped up his cock.  He was already 
nice and hard again and I couldn't help but take my time with him.  I 
was still amazed at how sexy my delicate little fingers looked wrapped 
around his shaft. "This was all part of my programming wasn't it?"

"Yes, Bambi, how else could you perform your duties?" Weston asked as I 
soaped up his chest.

"I know, it's still a little weird getting horny around men though.  I 
love it, but a part of me still knows it's wrong." I giggled again as my 
hands slipped down to caress his shaft again.  "Am I supposed to be this 
rational about it all, honey?"

"Does it matter?" Weston asked while I rinsed him off.

"I guess not." I replied.  "Would you mind cleaning me out?" I asked as 
I turned around and bent over, presenting my pussy for him.  I'd left 
his cock soaped up nicely just for this.

"Not at all." Weston replied and proceeded to grab onto my hips and 
impale me on his shaft with one wonderfully confident thrust.  I just 
swooned with how confident he was with my body.

"Mmm." I moaned as he seated himself inside me.  I gave him a welcoming 
squeeze and savored the twitch of his shaft in response.  "You can't 
believe how good that feels, you big stud."

Weston just laughed at that and started pounding into me.  I braced 
myself in the shower and just rode his cock like the little trollop I 
was.  It wasn't long before he had me squeaking with pleasure again as 
he plowed his thick shaft into me with perfect thrusts.  I could feel 
that he was getting close himself, and I did my best to draw him out.  

We both cried out in unison as our bodies lunged to our pinnacle.  I 
felt his seed flow into my depths as I milked his shaft and we both 
stood there quivering in our mutual release.

"Thanks, that was perfect." I cooed as he slipped out of me.  I still 
felt that twinge of emptiness as his shaft pulled out, but I knew it 
wouldn't be long before I'd get to pleasure another cock.

"And you as well.  Now I think it's time for your shower." Weston 
replied, and before I could stop him, he was lathering me up from top to 
bottom.  

"Hey, that tickles." I giggled as he soaped up my darling little rump.  
I did my best to let him roam freely, although his hands felt wonderful 
rolling across my naked flesh.  I giggled more as he spent plenty of 
time making sure my pussy and boobies were both well cleaned.  He didn't 
really go slowly though, and it was all to soon that he was washing the 
last of the soap from my body.  It was time to start the day, and with 
that we toweled off and set out to get dressed.

"Today I think you can just wear your panties.  I think the men can use 
a little moral boost after all the hard work they've done, don't you?" 
Weston commented as he started to pull on his traditional casual suit.

"Okay.  Can I keep the bells then?" I giggled, jiggling my chest just 
enough so my nipple bells chimed.  I couldn't believe I didn't really 
mind, but then I knew my tits were just the most beautiful little melons 
in this facility and it couldn't hurt anything to show them off.  As I 
awaited Weston's answer I reach out and picked up a pair of frilling 
pink panties and pulled them on.  They molded against my mound 
perfectly, showing off my feminine lips in silhouette.  

"Of course, Bambi." Weston laughed as he watched me bouncing around and 
ringing my little bells.  I couldn't help myself I just felt so cute 
behaving like this, and I knew Weston liked it.

"Oh thank you!" I giggle again and gave him a nice big wet kiss.  

Weston pulled away and smiled at me.  "Alright, we have to be going.  
Now you have to behave yourself or I won't be able to take you out like 
this in the future, okay?"

"Okay," I sighed.  I would be the best little girl I could, he could 
count on that.  

Weston strolled off then and I followed right behind him.  I marveled at 
just how comfortable I was like this, walking around in just a pair of 
frilly panties.  I didn't feel exposed at all, rather I felt like this 
was just the perfect way to go strutting around the facility.  The 
appreciative stares my body received  helped perk me up too, reinforcing 
my pride in my sexy little body.

"Okay this is our first stop.  I want to get you checked out quick.  The 
procedure you went through is very experimental, and I want to see if 
there are any adverse reactions." Weston told me as we walked into an 
examination room.  

"Still enjoying your new toy I see." Dr. Samantha Voss commented dryly 
as we entered.  I realized she was talking about me and giggled.  

"What good is power if you can't enjoy it?" Weston asked as he reached 
over and gave my nearest boob a nice squeeze.  

"Indeed." Voss rasped.  I don't think she was very pleased by my 
condition, but I didn't let myself worry about it.  She looked over to 
me for a moment and then pointed over to an examination chair.  "Please 
sit down in the chair."

I smiled and skipped over to the chair, enjoying the momentary jiggle 
from my chest.  I went to get into the chair when I noticed the stirrups 
and turned back to the doctor.  "Do you want me to take my panties off 
too?"

The doctor looked at me and nodded her head.  She didn't look very 
happy.  I just shrugged and quickly pulled my panties off.  I made sure 
to bend over nicely as I did and gave Weston and the doctor a wonderful 
view of my naked little mound.  I even wiggled my rear a bit for them 
before I pulled myself up and got into the chair.  I laid back and 
placed my legs into the stirrups.  For a moment I felt somewhat exposed, 
lying there with my legs spread like that, but I was enjoying the 
feeling and hoped that either Weston or the doctor would do a little 
exploring of my unprotected flesh.

"Alright, what's your name?" The doctor asked as she walked back up to 
me and started pulling some kind of scanner equipment over me.

"Bambi!" I giggled.  I wondered what exactly I was being checked out 
for.  I felt perfectly all right, especially considering everything that 
had been done to me in the last few days.  Still, I guess I can only be 
happy that Weston is so concerned with me that he would make sure I was 
all right.

"Really," Voss shot Weston another angry look before turning back to me.  
"Alright, Bambi, how are you feeling."

"Just fine, no problems." I chimed.  

"So you find being a sex craving slut to be perfectly normal?" She asked 
harshly.  

"Yeah, I mean I was a guy a few days ago, but I just can't help myself 
now.  Besides, with a body like this what else could I want?" I giggled 
again.  I couldn't tell what her problem was, but she was really 
beginning to bother me.  

The doctor studied her readouts for several quiet minutes after that.  
It didn't take me long to get bored and my fingers started roaming.  It 
wasn't long before I'd found the interesting parts of my anatomy and 
started playing with myself casually.  I squeezed on my boob and gently 
massaged my clit.  I decided to try getting myself nice and wet so that 
I could try to seduce Weston again.

I was kind of lost in my own world of pleasure when I felt the hand 
between my legs being swatted away and something cold and hard being 
pressed against my pussy.  I barely registered this before I felt it 
being pushed deep inside me in one hard thrust.

"Oh, God that's cold!" I squealed as whatever it was came to a rest 
inside me.  It was like some cold metal dildo had been rammed up inside 
me and the sensation was strange and somewhat uncomfortable.

"You'll get it nice and hot in a minute." Voss snapped as she attached 
some wires to the thing that was now impaling me.  I was about to say 
something when I realized she was right, it was already a lot less cold 
inside me, and I easily concluded that it would match my internal heat 
soon.  

"What's this thing for?" I asked, marveling again at the wonderful 
sensation of being impaled on something.  It was easier to concentrate 
on it now that I wasn't in the middle of a love making session.  No 
naked horny guy to try to enjoy me or for me to try enjoying.  Instead I 
enjoyed the feeling of having my pussy spread open by this strange 
device.

"It's just a probe, now be quiet." The doctor snapped at me again.  I 
frowned, but went back to pleasuring myself.  It was a lot easier now 
that I had something nice and hard in me.  

"She really is a horny little slut, isn't she?" Voss commented dryly as 
I caressed myself shamelessly.

"Yes, just as I asked for.  Are there any problems?" Weston asked.

"No, her mental fluctuations are normal now.  It appears that her 
programming has meshed with her original self.  She's stable now, which 
is a lot faster transition than we anticipated." Voss replied.

"Good, then we can begin the next round of conversions.  Thank you 
doctor, consider your position carefully and then we will discuss your 
reward.  You have done well." Weston said.  Although I was plenty busy 
working myself up to a nice orgasm I wondered just what they were 
talking about.  I hadn't really considered that what happened to me 
would be done to others.  I'd been too busy getting fucked silly to 
worry about such things.  

"Alright, Bambi, it's time for us to be going.  You've checked out as a 
perfect little slut and I think you deserve a reward." Weston commanded.  
He came up to me, pulled that metal probe out of me, and lifted me up 
out of the chair and back down to the ground.  

I quickly pulled my panties back on and checked to make sure that the 
material rode up perfectly to show off my pussy and then I snuggled up 
to Weston and looked up at him.  "Oh, goody, what do I get?"

"You'll see." Weston smiled back.  I giggled at his devilish look, 
knowing that I was going to get a good fucking and probably a lot more.  
He headed out of the room and I followed longingly, not even trying to 
hold back my anticipation for my reward.

"Put this on, Bambi." Weston smiled as he pulled a costume off of one of 
the office coat racks.  We were at one of the large display halls 
normally used for showing off the facilities latest creations.  I 
shuddered for a moment as I realized that Weston was about to do just 
that.

"Oh, my." I cooed as I looked at the dress he was holding.  I quickly 
slipped my panties off, knowing that I wouldn't need them.  I pulled the 
costume from him and pulled it on.  It fit me perfectly and I looked 
into the mirror to see the image of a lewdly dressed French maid smiling 
back.  The outfit was just perfectly cute, a satiny black frilly maids 
outfit with the customary plunging neck line.  The skirt was wonderfully 
short, and I had only to bend a bit and my naked little pussy would be 
visible.  I looked just like the perfect cleaning slut.

"Now it's time to do some spring cleaning, dear." Weston laughed and 
pushed open the doors to the hall.  Before me was another group of 
facility staff, mostly male, and all completely naked.  I couldn't wait 
to get to work.

***


It was a couple of days later that Weston took me on a tour of his 
conversion room.  I hadn't been to keen on the idea when he suggested 
it, but he told me I really should see his latest work so I could 
understand how much my own conversion had taught them.  In truth, I 
didn't even want to think about my own transformation any more, I was a 
horny little slut now and so long as Weston kept using my sexy little 
body I didn't care about anything else.  To even think that I had a life 
before now, especially as a man, was only a distraction to my new joyous 
life.

"Isn't it marvelous?" Weston boomed as we looked out from a small 
balcony over a converted show room.  It had been another of our halls 
designed to show off our latest technological advances.  Now it was 
filled with rows of conversion matrixes, each one filled with a human 
form in transition.  Some were already fully female, while most were 
still clearly male, at least for now.

"How long does it take?" I asked momentarily interested in the process 
that had made the new me.  I surveyed the room, and was surprised to see 
many of the eyes open, and twitching on the subjects.  

"The physical conversion takes about three days, the mental programming 
can take longer depending on the program.  Yours for instance took about 
two weeks." Weston explained.

"Why so long?" I asked.  

"Partly we weren't sure just how effective the process would be and 
partly because I wanted to be sure you would be perfectly crafted for 
your new existence." Weston grinned and fondled one of my bare breasts.  

"Oh, thanks, Weston." I giggled and reached up and helped him squeeze 
me.  "I'm so happy you took the time to make me your perfect toy."

Weston laughed at that.  "Alright, then shall we see the process up 
close then?" 

I nodded with a big smile and skipped along happily after him as we went 
down to the main floor.  Weston led me down the rows, pointing out who 
the new girls had been as we walked by.  Not all of them were complete, 
some had only just begun the process, but they would all be girls when 
they left.  Most of them had been loyal underlings of mine, the kind of 
people who would never have gone along with Weston's plans.  Of course, 
now they were set to enjoy something of the same fate as I did.

The disturbing thing was that they were all awake, their voices were 
muted by sound barriers but all were crying out for help.  I couldn't do 
anything for them, but I still felt a twinge of guilt.  I held back the 
feeling though, by thinking of how much better they would feel once it 
was all over.  

"There is one subject I want you to see, Bambi, before we go.  Her 
physical transformation is complete now and we are beginning to program 
her." Weston motioned me over to the last transformation matrix in the 
room.  I looked in at a ravishingly beautiful young woman.  She was 
strapped to the device just like all the others, and she looked up with 
burning anger in her eyes as we approached.

She was an Asian goddess, with emerald green eyes and waist length raven 
hair.  Her body was lusciously curved and accented by two wonderfully 
round and perky breasts.  It wasn't hard to notice that she'd been given 
a few extraordinary features as well.  Both of her breasts were tipped 
with large pointed nipples that stood out lewdly from the top of each 
mammary.  Her hairless pussy wasn't the delicate feminine mound that 
mine was either, it was a horny red pair of lips topped by a monstrous 
clit that just screamed for attention.

"Oh, god damn you bastard!  I'm going to rip off you head as soon as I 
get free from here!" The girl screeched as soon as we walked up beside 
her.  She thrashed against bonds, but did little other than give her 
ample chest a comfortable jiggle.

"No, you'll be too busy in the guard house to bother me I think." Weston 
replied.  He reached down, grabbed onto one of the girl’s breasts, and 
started to play with a nipple.

"Oh, God!" The girl moaned, an instant sound of complete sexual 
surrender bellowing form her 
lips.  Slowly she regained control.  "Oh, please stop!  Don't do this to 
me!"

"You betrayed me, Roger, and I do not suffer traitors lightly." Weston 
stated coldly.  He ran he hand down between her spread legs and started 
to fondle her mound.

"Oh, please, please stop!" She whined as her hips ground back against 
his touch.  "I don't want to be a girl!"

"Really, are you sure that's what you're thinking right now?" Weston 
asked.  I could smell the musk of female arousal in the room, and it 
wasn't just mine.  The girl’s nipples were both rock hard and I could 
see that Weston's fingers were covered in her juices.  I knew I was easy 
to get going but this was amazing.

"So empty." She cried.  "Oh, god, I feel so empty!"

"And?" Weston prompted, fingering her clit wildly.  The poor girl didn't 
stand a chance.

"No, I don't want to be a whore, please, Weston, don't leave me like 
this!" She begged, her hips locking in time against the motion of his 
fingers.  

Weston just stood there and waited, letting his fingers play the girl as 
I watched.  I realized finally just who this was, or had been.  Roger 
Langley, one of my top agents, a man who's job it was to spy on the 
other scientists in the facility and report back on disturbing behavior.  
Obviously he hadn't done his job right, since I never got a report on 
Weston, but he hadn't done well by Weston either.  There was something 
about Weston's treatment of her that suggested that her life would not 
be as well adjusted as mine was.

"Fuck me!  Oh, please, I need it, please." She begged anew.  This was 
different though, she was still desperate, humiliated, but now the 
purest lust was shining through her words as well.

"No, not today, but I will be your first Roger, just remember that as 
your mind is filled with the full knowledge of how to use your body to 
please a man.  You're going to be an insatiable slut, my dear Roger, no 
matter how much you try to resist." Weston smiled, a pure darkness 
encompassed him though as he pulled his hands away from the girl's 
writhing flesh.

"No, please, come back!  Please Weston, I'm so horny!" She cried as we 
walked away. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, not being able to 
enjoy a good fuck when she was in such desperate need.  

"Unlike you, dear Bambi, she will never forget who and what she was.  
Her body will rule her though, it's been designed for sex, perfectly 
attractive and always in heat.  She won't be able to stop herself, no 
matter how degrading the act, and all the while she will still be Roger 
with all his beliefs and preferences buried under a whore." Weston 
explained as we walked away.  I shuddered at the shear sadism in 
Weston's plan.  At least I enjoyed my new existence and all it entailed, 
but to be forced to judge it by my old self would be a torment worse 
than death.  For this moment I was scared of him, more than I'd been 
since this had began.  Nothing was changed, I was still his girl, and I 
couldn't leave him, but now there was fear of who he hid beneath the 
surface and what he could become.  I only hoped in the days ahead that 
he would never come to think I deserved such a horrible fate.  Still, I 
was at his mercy, and so was the rest of humanity.

The End.

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