Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 07:39:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: sasha Steele <sashadanka@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tran World - Episode One

Sometime in the future
In a place very much like earth
A special race of men have achieved immortality
They are the elite of a new world order
In their society, women, as we know them, do not exist
These are their stories

TRAN WORLD

Episode One
The Unveiling
by Sasha Steele

Prologue
  Immortality is not without its problems. Though
Transworldians do not age or become ill, there can be
accidents, and heaven forbid, even fatalities. The
attrition is taken up through cloning. New
Transworldians are brought into being at what we might
call a biological age of 21 years old. At that time
they are juniors in an Empire tran state learning
institution. Four years later, at graduation, they are
fully matured and can live forever.

   But accidental death, because it is rare, is not
the greatest problem facing Transworld. No, it is far
more mundane than that. It is simply boredom.
Transworld immortals are pleasure seeking beings. Over
indulgence runs supreme, overweightedness is a normal
condition, and open sexuality is highly evolved.

   And so our story begins at a school dedication
ceremony with the unveiling of a plaque...

   A class of boytran juniors was specifically
requested as the token school body representatives for
the ceremony. And so a class of 15 students sat very
bored and fidgeting in the front row. The remainder of
the audience consisted of school officials,
politicians and other dignitaries.

   The juniors were instructed to wear their full
school dress uniform, which consisted of a navy blazer
with the school crest on it, a white blouse with a
short blue-green tartan necktie. The tie material
matched their tartan mini skirts, which were pleated
except for the flat front panel. Navy knee socks and
black chunky-heel lace up shoes completed the school
uniform, except for underwear, which, too, was
uniform.

   Trans-school uniform undergarments consisted of
white Lycra panties and bra. The panties were plain,
had a panel waist band, the leg holes high cut, a full
seat, and a fitted peenal pouch. The brassieres were
also plain and had soft, low-profile padded cups.

   Tranjan, a pretty blond trans-school junior, sat
third in form the left. His nervous tension had
stretched beyond boredom. Tranjan had suppressed a
need to pee before taking his seat, and now, as one
boring speaker after another took the podium, it had
become apparent. Tranjan tapped his heel while
squeezing his knees together. His right hand was
shoved between his legs, pressed against his panty
peenal pouch under the short skirt in an attempt to
alleviate the pressure from his bladder.

   A ten minute break came in the ceremony. Everybody
got up to stretch. Still clutching himself, Tranjan
went off to find a place where he could pee. The
complex was sprawling. He found a secluded spot,
spread his legs and lifted his uniform skirt up so
that he could watch his pee flowed through the peenal
pouch of his panties.

   Wetting his panties always aroused Tranjan, and so
he had a semi erection. His panty pouch saturated at
the tip of his swollen cock on its underside. A flow
broke through. Tranjan bore down. A strong stream
formed and splashed noisily on the marble floor,
building a puddle between his shoes. It felt good to
finally relieve himself.

   "Ahhhh," Tranjan sighed as he stood stooped over,
intent on watching himself wet his panties.
"Ahhhhhhh."

   Tranjan's antics were typical of juniors who
regularly wet themselves as a matter of course. So
were not considered overly strange. But they had not
gone unnoticed. Particularly by the main guest, who
was now standing in the wings, and for whom this
ceremony was in honor of.

   Heenan Manstran was a wealthy and powerful elitist
who had funded the school for several years. The
ceremony was a token of appreciation, for which Heenan
normally would not have personally attended. But as he
was in the city on business, decided that he would. It
was he who had dictated the details of the ceremony,
and particularly that a class of junior boytrans
should attend.

   When traveling on business Heenan brought neither
his manwife nor manstress with him, preferring to
satisfy his lust by other means. Watching Tranjan's
antics as the boytran sat in the front row, and later
as the junior wet his panties, Heenan felt a great
need begin to arise within himself.

   The beautiful boytran's fine shoulder length blond
hair parted to the side had hung down obscuring his
pretty face as he bent to watch himself pee. Heenan
sighed.

   "Trans and Ladymen, I give you our benefactor,
Heenan Manstran," he heard them announce.

    Juniors were not as yet caught up in the
gastronomical delights of fine dining. Over indulgence
in eating and the weight problems associated with
gluttony were not was as yet prevalent with them,
which was unlike most Transworldians. The junior's
fresh new bodies were soft, delicate contours still
defined beneath their smooth flawless skin.

   "The blond boytran, third in from the left," Heenan
casually told his personal assistant before going out
on stage.

   An applause ran over the audience as the exotically
beautiful philanthropist walked out. Then a hush as he
took the podium. Heenan gave a short acceptance
speech, and quickly left.

   Tranjan was still slightly aroused when he had sat
back down. He wasn't paying attention, thinking about
his panty pee, when a friend tapped him on the arm to
look.

   When Heenan Manstran walked out on stage to take
the podium, his exquisite regal demeanor and corpulent
beauty were very apparent. He was dressed in a pale
blue business skirt-suit. His heavy legs were clad in
shiny nude-tone nylon stalkings. He wore dark blue
five inch heels, and blue accessories. His makeup was
heavy. And his long, curly auburn color hair was in a
single french braid. Elegant and practical.

   Tranjan was transfixed while the corpulent elitist
took the podium for his short speech. He was in awe of
elitists, their wealth and power, their prodigious
sexuality and corpulent beauty. But what impressed him
most was that Mandam Heenan Manstran had a semi
erection - a condition no longer shared by Tranjan
himself as his cock was now fully erect and tenting
the peenal pouch of his panties straight up with the
hem of his short skirt draped over its tip.

   Heenan's cock was very large so that even in its
flaccid state it bulged out his short tight skirt
below the swell of his protruding gut, its pantied tip
showing slightly below the hem line. Aroused, his cock
thickened and began to elongate, now stretching his
pale blue panties on a downward angle, protruding them
well below his hem line.

   Heenan appeared nonplussed as he delivered his
short speech, then left the stage to a standing
ovation. The emcee ended the ceremony, announcing that
one lucky junior would be selected to accompany the
school's benefactor for supper. The principle made the
selection. The student third in from the left.

   "Tranjan, come see me after the luncheon for
instructions, please," the principle said.

   "Yes Mandam."

   Tranjan rode over in a limo and was awe struck by
the grandeur of the hotel. He was taken to the
penthouse suite and ushered into Mandam Manstran's
boudoir.

   The regal elitist sat at his vanity with his back
to Tranjan. He wore a long white silk robe and high
heeled ivory lounging shoes. His body was otherwise
naked except for jewelry, which Heenan wore lots of. A
muscular hand servant in a short black maid's uniform
combed out his long curly hair while other servants
fussed around the room.

   Looking in his mirror, Heenan watched as his guest
entered. Tranjan's blazer was open, his school tie
loosed, the two top buttons of his white blouse were
undone and his blouse's short shirt tail was out. His
erection had faded but was back in full bloom now as
he took in the scene. Tranjan's hard cock tented his
panties under the front panel of his little tartan
skirt. When his host finally turned to him, Tranjan
pinched the hem of his skirt and curtsied.

   Heenan cocked his arms upward, a servant taking
each hand, and as soon as he stood Tranjan saw that
that he  too had a full erection. And Tranjan thought,
judging by now far it pushed the front of his flowing
gown outward past the swell of his fat stomach, Mandam
Manstran's cock must have bee twice the size of his
own immature seven inches.

   "What is your name?"

   "It's Jan, Mandam," Tranjan answered.

   "Come here Jan," Heenan said as he walked toward
the large ornate and elegantly draped bed. Tranjan
followed. Heenan turned to him. "So pretty," he said,
running his thick fingers replete with rings and very
long fingernails painted a light blue through
Tranjan's fine blond hair. Tranjan wore little jewelry
himself, and very little makeup, only that which was
allowed by the school. But he was exquisite. Heenan
took Tranjan by the shoulders, drew him close, and
kissed him.

  Tranjan stood five foot eleven inches tall in his
five inch high school shoes, and barely weighed 150
pounds. Heenan stood half a head taller, he too in
five inch heels, and was twice Tranjan's weight.
Tranjan felt his hosts massive cock press into him,
and his own hard cock throbbed.

   "Let's have this off, shall we," Heenan said,
pinching the lapels of Tranjan's blazer. Tranjan
removed it, putting it on top of the silk bedsheets
where Heenan pointed to, along with his school purse.
"The tie too," he said. Tranjan pulled it off and
threw it on the bed.

   Heenan undid more buttons on Tranjan's school
blouse, exposing his white brassier. He placed a large
soft hand on one low-rise padded cup, then ran his
hand under it to the warm flesh of Tranjan's smooth
chest. Heenan's fingers explored Tranjan's hard nipple
causing the boytran to shudder. "Mmmmmmmm," Heenan
hummed, then he kissed him again.

   Heenan released his captive/guest, stepped back,
slightly away from him, opened his silk robe and
dropped it to the floor, exposing himself in all his
magnificent glory to Tranjan. He ran his fingers
through his hair, pursed his lips, and turning his
face toward the ceiling shook out the the curls of his
long auburn color hair.

   Tranjan regarded his host's beautiful corpulent
body. Like all Tranworlds, Heenan's fat body was
hairless and his perfect skin soft and smooth -
flawless. Heenan's shoulders and arms were thick, his
chest heavy with fleshy man-tits. His waist was thick.
His hips were big and wide. His legs were massive with
powerful thighs and a huge round butt.

   Heenan's fat stomach protruded outward about a
foot, and tucked beneath it, a soft melon-like bald
pubis mound squeezed between those thighs draped over
the largest hard cock that Tranjan had ever saw.
Heenan's large scrotum lay against his thighs and his
cock stood straight out. It was perhaps 15 inches long
and very thick.

   Tranjan almost came in his panties. His own cock
throbbed. He wanted to drop to his knees. But he
waited to be instructed on what his manstress wished
him to do. Tranjan had seen heavy bodies and big cocks
before, not so big and large as this, but he was well
versed in what was expected of juniors by the teachers
and senior trans school students.

   Heenan posed himself, turning on angles to let
Tranjan drink in all his beauty. Then he approached
holding Tranjan in his heavy arms with his massive
cock pressed between their bodies. "Turn around,"
Heenan said. His voice was deep and sultry. He was
breathing heavily now.

   Tranjan turned his back to Heenan, who then hugged
him from behind. He felt Heenan's fat gut against his
back and his massive cock pressed against the side of
his round bum. Heenan took hold of Trajan's erection,
moving his hand slowly back and forth along the smooth
material of his panty pouch which clung to Tranjan's
shaft.

   "Ahh," Tranjan whimpered. Heenan leaned into him
and breathed heavily down his neck. Tranjan felt his
oppressive weight upon him. He closed his eyes and
tilted his head to the ceiling as Heenan kissed his
neck.

   Heenan backed off and reached up under Tranjan's
short skirt. He took hold the firm globes of the
student boytran's beautiful ass kneading his buns
through his panties. Tranjan hissed, drawing air
through his sparkling white clenched teeth. He took
hold of his own cock stroking it through his panties
as his heavy set host fondled his ass.

   "Bend over," Heenan said pressing Tranjan's slight
shoulders down toward the high standing bed.

   Tranjan bent over, his chest resting on the bed
with the side his face against the silk sheets. Heenan
lifted the back pleated portion of Tranjan's mini
skirt. Tranjan's white panties cut upward on an angle
toward his hips. Their shiny smooth material sank into
the cleft between the globes of his round ass.
"Mmmmmmm," Heenan hummed, again kneading Tranjan's
gorgeous ass with his hands.

   Heenan leaned over sinking his face between
Tranjan's cheeks. Breathing deeply through his
nostrils he took in the boytran's sweet aroma. He
breathed again, deeper. The earthy aroma was heaven.
Then slowly Heenan withdrew Tranjan's panties from his
ass, pulling them down onto his thighs. Heenan spread
Tranjan's cheeks and lapped his tongue through the
crack of his ass all the way from Tranjan's tight bald
scrotum to his tail bone.

   Tranjan squirmed about on the bed as Heenan ate his
asshole. Heenan wasn't silent either, "slurp, mmmmmmm,
sslluurrp, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Heenan licked
Tranjan's pink ring, he opened him, sucked him and
reamed his hole with his togue. His mouth watered, he
slurped up the juices, sucked them in, and ate the
boytran's ass for a good ten minutes or more. Then it
was time.

   "Crawl up onto the bed," Heenan told him, almost
breathless now. Tranjan did as he was bid. "Over on
your back. Let's get these panties off." Tranjan
rolled over, lifted his knees, and drew his panties
over his bare thighs, pulling them to his knees. Then
Heenan took over Tranjan's panties, bringing them over
his blue knee socks, which where drawn right up to his
knees, and pulled them over his chunky school shoes.
Heenan cupped Tranjan's panties to his nose, breathed
deeply, then toss them aside.

   Tranjan lifted his mini skirt and spread his
innocent thighs. His little 7 inch cock stood pointed
straight up toward his head and close to his body. It
was rock hard, throbbing, and burning at the underside
near its tip as Tranjan was desperate to cum while at
the same time bursting to pee. It was heaven and chaos
in the same moment.

   Heenan straddled him on the bed, his bulk crushing
down upon the frail junior tran school student - an
exotic naked behemoth, with a massive hardon laid upon
him. Then Heenan undid the remaining buttons on
Tranjan's blouse and laid it open. Soft heavy hands
with expensive jewelry on every stubby digit and long
painted fingernails were spread across the smooth cups
of the school bra that covered Tranjan's flat chest.

   Heenan looked into Tranjan's innocent blue eyes. He
leaned in and kissed his mouth. Tranjan tasted the
sharp tang of his own asshole on Heenan's lips and
tongue. He felt Heenan's hard cock against his own
throbbing member.

   Heenan moved downward, kissing the boytran's flat
chest and belly. He moved off of him, spread Tranjan's
legs and positioned himself between them. Gently
Heenan started to masturbate him, slowly stroking
Tranjan's little cock as if he didn't want him to cum
just yet. He leaned in. Lifted it. His lips and tongue
found Tranjan's bald scrotum. And then, before he knew
it, Tranjan's cock was in his new manstress's mouth.

   Heenan sucked Tranjan's cock as hard as he had ever
sucked anyone's cock before. He drew the entire shaft
into his mouth. Tranjan's cock head was buried deep in
his throat. Then Heenan released it, allowing the
succulent shaft to slide through his lips. But not for
long, as Heenan deep throated the beautiful boytran
over and over again, bringing him to the verge.

   Tranjan had held on as long as he possible could.
But now he knew that he was about to cum. "Ahh, ahh,
ahh," Tranjan moaned.

   Heenan knew the signs. The boytran was going to
cum. "Mmmmmmm." Heenan grasped Tranjan's butt and
pressed on, burying Tranjan's cock deep in his throat.

   "Ahh, ahhh." Cum? Pee? Tranjan didn't know which.
All he he knew was that the heat built up at the tip
of his cock, on its underside, was unbearable. "Ahh,
ahh, ahhh." He was going to cum. "Ahhh," He closed his
eyes. "Ahhh." Clenched his fists as they lay back upon
the soft bed. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tranjan
moaned as he came in Heenan's mouth. Heenan let him.
He drank every last drop of Tranjan's wonderful cum,
sucked him dry and licked him clean.

   Heenan lifted Tranjan's legs, pressing them toward
the boytran's head to open him. Tranjan felt the
monster cock undulate against his own. Its massive
head teased his open hole. Then it penetrated him.
Heenan thrust forward his powerful hips driving his
massive cock deep inside Tranjan's ass.

  Tranjan felt his hole stretched to the maximum,
Heenan's huge hard cock inside his stomach. It hurt so
good. His own cock was still semi hard. The heat at
its tip again unbearable. He had to pee. "Mandam,"
Tranjan whined, "I have to pee."

   Heenan stopped his undulations, his cock throbbed
inside Tranjan's asshole. He smiled. "Go ahead my
sweet," he said, "I want to feel your warm pee on me."

   Tranjan brought pressure to bare on his bladder.
Heenan felt the hot stream against the underside of
his fat belly. Tranjan's strong urine saturated his
skirt and ran onto the bed sheet. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," he
mouthed in relief as his bladder emptied.

   Heenan continued to fuck him, thrusting himself
deeper, and still deeper. He was breathing hard. Over
and over he undulated his heavy hips as he fucked the
boytran. "Ahh." Heenan was going to cum. "Ahh." He
stopped his undulating. "Ahh." His voice quivered. "A,
aa, awa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Hot cum filled
Tranjan's stomach as Heenan's load blew in a multitude
of heavy waves. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Heenan
collapsed onto the boytran, exhausted.

   Heenan summoned his hand maids. They undressed
Tranjan, took his clothes to be cleaned and ran a
bubble bath. Heenan sat in the ornate bathtub sipping
fine wine. His long auburn hair was piled on the top
of his head. A maid washed his back with exotic oils.
Another fed him chocolates. Tranjan sat in the other
end of the large tub. Maids pampered and cleaned him.

   They left the hotel hand in hand. Tranjan was back
in his school uniform, properly done up. Heenan wore
an elegant silver-white evening gown. A short limo
ride and they arrived at the most exquisite restaurant
in the city. Tranjan watched his host savor his food.
And he knew what he wanted to be like when he finished
his schooling.

End

Sasha Steele
sashadanka@yahoo.com

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