Mind Power 1, The Puppet  -  by Alan.


Chapter 1 - Curtain Rises


A covert government organization had been experimenting with mind
enhancement using drugs since the Second World War. Initially their
brief was to find a way of enhancing an adults intelligence but,
purely by accident, they discovered a drug which gave the human mind
the ability to alter the mental and even physical state of
others. With practice, this modern "magic" allowed people to rapidly
change their physical appearance and the physical appearance and even
personality of others.

Most people gained at least limited ability while under the influence
of the drug but some showed significant ability and a small number
actually retained the ability after the drug wore off. The scientists
were trying to identify the reason for individual differences but had
already noted that high pressure or emotionally charged situations
heightened an individuals abilities.

With so little known about the phenomena and so much at stake,
volunteers willing to place themselves in the hands of other
imaginations were understandably rare. That was where we had come
in. In equally secluded places, we were taken against our will.


Chapter 2 - The Players


Coming round I found myself lying on a bed in what appeared to be a
rather luxurious hotel room. I rolled out of bed and examined my
surroundings. The bedroom was big, had a large wardrobe and two
ensuite bathrooms. Through an archway I could see a lounge.

Movement caught my eye and I realised I wasn't alone, there was a
woman in the other side of the bed! Waking she saw me, screamed and
leapt out of bed. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she backed into
a corner. She was blonde, attractive and a little over weight (she was
naked so it was easy to see).  I realized that I was as naked as she
was and I quickly sat on the bed to hide my manhood from her.

She must have noticed I was as alarmed and confused as she was and she
seemed to calm down. We cautiously introduced ourselves (her name was
Maria) and established that we both knew nothing of where we were or
why we were here. The one thing we did know was that clothing was the
top priority. A search of the wardrobe and drawers showed our captors
were very single minded, all the clothing was distinctly sexy. For
men, tight fitting trousers, shorts and T-shirts. For woman, blouses,
skirts and dresses made of either leather, silk or satin and shoes
with four inch stiletto heels. I selected shorts, sneakers and an
almost see though white T-shirt and Maria chose a fitted black leather
skirt, which finished just above the knees, a purple satin blouse and
black patent pumps. Overall Maria's clothing was glossy and quite
sexy, but I found myself wishing she filled the outfit better. I also
missed the finishing touches of jewelry and makeup.

An examination of our room showed it was actually a large prison cell,
there were no windows and the door was hinged and locked from the
outside. With little other choice, we settled down on opposite couches
and talked to pass the time. Initially the conversation was dominated
by our abduction and what its purpose might be. However after a couple
of hours, we started to relax and started to talk about
ourselves. About this time what we took for a door bell rang and we
discovered meals inside the door. Although suspicious of the food we
were both starving and since our captors obviously wanted us alive for
now, we ate. As time passed a warmth started to develop between us and
eventually the conversation became quite intimate.

The intimacy and sexy clothing was having its effect and I was getting
quite horny. For some time I had been fantasizing how Maria would look
with some subtle enhancements. Longer hair, fine delicate features, a
slim but very curvy figure, even jewelry and makeup. Eventually my
libido got the better of me and I made noises about needing the
toilet. "Good idea" was Maria's response and we both went. Choosing
which ensuite to use was easy, the collection of makeup, jewelry and
bidet made it obvious which was Maria's. Once alone I set to on my
real aim of relieving my frustration while I fantasized about making
love to the sultry woman I imagined Maria could be.

Feeling far more relaxed, I checked myself in the mirror and was
puzzled by subtle changes in my appearance. My hair was darker, I had
substantially more chest hair and my muscles were bigger and rippled
noticeably when I moved.

I was relaxing on the couch, still thinking about the stranger in the
bathroom mirror, when Maria returned. I was stunned by her
appearance. She had changed at least as much as I had and, now that I
thought about it, she had been changing subtly while we had been
talking. Her curly hair reached the bottom of her shoulder blades and
she had a distinctly pretty face and a playmate figure. She sat down
next to me this time and I asked her if she had noticed the
changes. The response was a sexily spoken "Yes. Why? Don't you
approve?". Her acceptance made me look closer and I realized she now
wore ear rings and makeup, including bright scarlet lipstick. A glance
at the hand playing with her hair revealed rings on her fingers and
several silver bracelets. I felt a familiar and growing hardness in my
pants.

I found myself leaning over and kissing and caressing her gently. I
have always loved the soft smooth feel of a woman's skin especially
when it is under a thin layer of leather or satin. I ran my hands up
her leather clad thighs and over her satin blouse finishing with the
ultimate feminine softness, her ample breasts in their satin
prison. Her large hard nipples felt wonderful under my fingers. She
was sliding her fingers up and down the now obvious bulge in my
shorts. Continuing to talk as we caressed each other the conversation
gradually dwindled as passion took over and before long all pretense
was gone. All to soon we were rolling round on the bed naked.

As we drifted into satisfied sleep, Maria asked if I had ever wondered
what sex was like for a woman, I mumbled "Yeah curious but I'd have to
be a lesbian".


Chapter 3 - Strings Attached


The next morning I suggested we make love with the light off to
enhance our fantasies. As I lay back feeling the last pulses of orgasm
in my cock, she got up to go to the shower and I watched her go
captivated by the sheer sexuality of her appearance and
movement. Following her move, I went to the men's bathroom to wash off
the night's sweat. A glance in the mirror stopped me in my tracks, the
muscle man of yesterday was gone. The chest hair and muscles had
totally disappeared and my hair was now rich brown and shoulder
length. Looking closer the skin on my arms and legs was now smooth,
soft and hairless. My face too, definitely mine, but ... the word
'pretty' came to mind. I now had a perfect soft and hairless
complexion, my eyes were somehow larger and lips fuller. Even my bone
structure was finer, more delicate. The implications were frightening
and I turned and ran through to Maria's bathroom.

She was startled by my sudden appearance, but her expression softened
and she started to caress me gently. That gave me another shock, where
I had towered over her by a good 8 inches yesterday, I now looked her
in the eye. Pointing out the changes in me, I asked how she hadn't
noticed. Far from concerned, she explained that she had noticed but
found me even sexier now than she had last night. Now she really could
"lie back and fantasize that a woman was making love to her".

Just as I started to wonder about a connection between the changes in
us and Maria's easy acceptance of them, my hormones took over. All
this time she had been caressing me, rubbing her gorgeous breasts
against me. That, combined with the vulnerability I now felt, left me
more turned on than I could ever remember. My cock was erect, taut and
pulsing between us and, as her fingers encircled it, I lost all
control. She lead me to the bed where, completely forgetting my
concerns, I started to make slow passionate love to her. Dismissing
her attentions, I placed her on her back with her eyes closed and
started caressing her body with only my hands and mouth. Nibbling her
neck and lips while my fingertips teased her nipples. Then moving my
mouth very slowly down to her breasts, while very gently playing with
her pussy and clitoris.

This gentle teasing continued for a long time until, her passion
rising to it's fullest, she started to beg her imaginary lover,
Michelle, to lick her pussy. Only then did I move down between her
legs and start licking and flicking her pussy with my tongue. Her hips
started to rock quietly, but the movement slowly changed to bucking
and then, screaming for more, she came in a way that left me desperate
for my own orgasm.

As the last twinges of her orgasm subsided, she rolled me over and
instructed me to lie still, eyes closed and with my arms and legs
apart on the bed. As I obeyed her, I puzzled over the unfamiliar but
pleasurable prickles and tingles I had felt while I was making love to
her and still felt now. They played all over my body and even deep
inside it.

Maria started by nuzzling my neck while one hand played with my
nipples. The effect was immediate, conscious thought was swept away as
my arousal climbed to new heights. Strange though, my arousal felt
different. I marveled at the sensitivity of my neck as her warm breath
and soft lips kissed it gently and my nipples under her fingers were
alive with sort of intense sensations I associated with my cock. As
her tongue traced its way down to my nipples and she started to lick
and nibble them, I let out a sigh of pleasure which sound wrong
somehow to me.

Her hand started to slide down my stomach and as I felt it reach my
pubic hair, it struck me it should have touched my penis by
now. Suddenly I realized I couldn't feel my penis at all and that the
intense sexual heat I was feeling seemed to be inside me. There was
also an unfamiliar warm dampness between my legs. At that moment her
fingers reached down between my spread legs and my breath was taken
away by an intense, pleasure filled, contraction in my crotch. I let
out a very feminine gasp at the unfamiliar and incredible sensation.

The sound of my voice was the final straw, I pushed Maria off and sat
up feeling a foreign sensation of weight moving on my chest. Looking
down I found I now had a substantial pair of breasts and looking
between them I realized my cock was gone. In its place was a triangle
of dark curls with the lips of a pussy just visible. My crying as I
leapt off the bed was both very feminine and sexy. Running to the
bedroom mirror I was acutely conscious of the breasts swinging from my
chest with each step I took. The mirror confirmed the horror of my
situation. I was now very much female, in fact the body I saw could
only have come from someone's over sexed imagination. I now had large
round deep blue eyes, set in a beautiful and delicate face with full
and rosy lips. My thick raven hair fell half way down my back and
wisps lay on a pair of large firm breasts with large, deep red
nipples. My waist was slim and curved out to full, rounded hips and
long, sexy legs.

One hand holding my hair back from my face, I looked down in shock at
my new body. Between my full and firm breasts, I could see a smooth
flat stomach leading down to a dark triangular mound of pubic hair and
gorgeous feminine thighs. My free hand rose to caress the soft flesh
of my magnificent orbs and I felt the familiar sensation of large
nipples crinkling and hardening between my fingers only this time I
could also feel the hand! Even my hands had changed and were now fine
and delicate with long, well shaped nails.

Shocked but intensely curious I slid my other hand slowly and
tantalizingly down my stomach, I parted my shapely legs and my fingers
slipped down into the dark triangle of hair between my legs. Instead
of the familiar cock and balls, they found a warm soft mound split by
a soft sensitive pussy. My clitoris tingled deliciously as my finger
tips brushed over it.

I started as I felt Maria's breasts on my back. Her hands reached
round and cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples erect. After a moment
one slipped down and replaced mine playing with my pussy, the contact
with my clitoris sent shivers through me. "Relax and enjoy it
Michelle" she said and, feeling something go in my head, I obeyed,
watching in the mirror as Maria's hands caressed me, marveling at the
beautiful feeling of my feminine arousal. At some deeper level I was
appalled, but for now was powerless to resist the needs that drove my
woman's body. Reaching behind me I slipped one hand between Maria's
legs.

As Maria's fingers played with my clitoris, I lost all control and
turning, pulled Maria to the floor on top of me. I tried to return her
caresses but Maria moved down to attend to my breasts and nipples,
first licking them, then suckling on them like a baby. As Maria's
fingers slipped into my steaming sex, I let out an involuntary sigh
and spread my legs wider than I had thought possible to allow her
easier access. The completeness of my transformation was driven home
as I felt two of Maria's fingers slip gently into my slick vagina. The
feeling of her fingers inside me and her palm's pressure on my
clitoris was wonderful. High on the sensations flowing through me I
relaxed to enjoy what promises to be a unique experience. Her hand
started to rotate gently, gradually getting faster and more
forceful. Changing position she slipped a third finger into my virgin
hole and used her thumb to massage my clitoris. As her hand moved in
and out of me I thought how much better this felt than for man and
heard my new sexy voice say "Faster. Oh YES faster!". Soon her hand
was pumping into my sex and a glorious moan of feminine ecstasy
escaped from my full lips as I neared climax.

Maria suddenly stopped and went to the bathroom, frustrated I started
playing with myself. Fingering my clitoris while playing with my
breasts with my free hand. Initially only rolling my large nipples
between my thumb and forefinger but I became increasingly rough,
alternating between almost milking them and pulling hard on my
nipples. It should have been painful but instead felt wonderful. I
even found my large breasts allowed my sensitive woman's nipples to
get close enough to my mouth for me to lick and flick them with my
tongue. It seemed amazing to me that woman didn't play with themselves
all the time, wanking was nothing compared with this.

Maria came out of the bathroom wearing a large strap on dildo and the
instant I saw it I knew I wanted to find out what it would feel like
inside me. Standing at my feet she watched me playing with myself as I
stared at the dildo. Smiling, her eyes lingered on my exposed pussy,
she knelt between my legs and, just as I was about to beg to be fucked
by the dildo, the touch of her hot breath on my exposed clit silenced
me. Her tongue traced a delicate trail around my aching pussy,
stopping occasionally to flick my clitoris or dip lightly into the
entrance to my vagina.

I started playing with my breasts and nipples but the sensations
Maria's tongue's light, quick touch on my sensitive clit, combined
with the warmth of her breath captured my attention and I started to
run my fingers through her hair.  As close as I was to orgasm I
couldn't seem to get there. I couldn't get the dildo out of my mind
and was now desperate to feel something more than fingers in my pussy,
I wanted it filled. I pulled Maria up, saying "Please, I need to know
what it feels like".

As she slid up my body she stayed low enough to brush her nipples
along me, "So you want me inside you do you. You want my hard
cock!". The picture in my mind of Maria standing wearing the dildo
shimmered slightly and suddenly she was still a woman but instead of a
pussy, she had a real dick. As our breasts met and our nipples rubbed
against each other, I felt Maria's *cock* pressing at the entrance to
my vagina. Moving her breasts very slightly she continued to rub our
nipples together while using one hand to rub her 'cock' around my
proffered gash. It didn't feel as harsh or artificial as I had
expected and I found I desperately wished it was a real cock about to
impale me. Driven by my intense physical need, I desperately raised my
hips towards her and pulled Maria's bum down towards me. The sensation
of the dildo slipping easily into my slick vagina was as incredible as
it was new. The feeling of my pussy expanding to accommodate it's firm
length was the best I had ever experienced and I screamed "Oh Yes,
fill me!". It was a totally feminine experience.

Maria raised herself on her arms and started to pump slowly in and out
of me and I raised my head wanting to see how sex looked from a female
perspective and got a major shock. It wasn't a dildo inside me! Maria
really did have a cock and I could see it sliding in and out of my
pussy. Looking up I saw she was otherwise still female, her breasts
swinging above me, yet the hot shaft she was thrusting into me was
totally male. Looking down again my arousal built as I watched the
glistening shaft, lubricated with my pussy's juices plunging in and
out of me. Maria's excitement started to build and her thrusts became
more urgent, faster and harder. Losing control I lay back and started
rock my hips, timing it so that her groin slapped hard into my
clitoris and her cock thrust further into my vagina. As my orgasm
started I felt my vagina's muscles contract around her cock, she
stiffened and I felt her cock jerk again and again deep inside
me. Lost in the ecstasy of my orgasm I distantly realized I had seen a
pair of hairy balls at the base of Maria's cock. The thought that I
was a woman and she was depositing sperm at the very entrance to my
womb gave me a perverse thrill and my orgasm seemed to rise higher. "I
love being a woman" I cried.


Chapter 4 - The Puppeteer Revealed


Maria collapsed exhausted on top of me as my orgasm
subsided. Initially I just wanted to lie back and enjoy the warm after
glow and feel Maria's cock subside inside me, but then the enormity of
what had been done to me hit home. Rolling Maria off me I felt her now
semi limp cock slip out of me. Getting to my knees I started to hit
her yelling "What have you done to me! How could you take such
advantage of me!". Maria sat up and grabbed my wrists, easily pinning
them at my sides. Struggling uselessly I screamed "Let go of me you
... you ... bastard!".

Realizing I was helpless my anger left me and I noticed Maria's
muscles rippled as she released her grip. Looking down past my breasts
at her penis highlighted my situation and I suddenly felt lost and
alone. I started to cry into my now delicate hands, breaking down in a
way I had never done before. The feeling of my breasts pressing
against my arms and my loss of control over my emotions drove my new
femininity home and my sobbing became uncontrollable. Sensing her
presence only made things worse Maria left me.

When I finally calmed down a little Maria returned and sat beside
me. We hugged and she tried to console me. She had showered and was
dressed in a pair of shorts and T-shirt. After a minute or so she
handed me a towel and a pink silk dressing gown. I used the towel to
wipe up the come that had leaked out of my pussy, then put on the
dressing gown, tying it around my waist. I had to admit women's
clothes were as beautiful to wear as they were to look at. The silk of
my dressing gown felt wonderful against my skin and the soft fabric
highlighted the feminine curves of my breasts and bum.

I became aware that I was a scantily dressed female and, under her
shorts, Maria had a cock and balls. Becoming agitated I stood and
started pacing, trying to think the situation through. It was
difficult to concentrate, I was conscious of my empty crotch and the
foreign feeling of my heavy breasts bouncing gently with each step. We
talked about what was happening to us and I explained to her my
suspicion that she was causing most, if not all, of the changes. After
discussing it for a while, we agreed Maria should consciously try to
change me back. I was dubious as to how successful she would be. The
erect bulge in her shorts showed she had not reversed her changes and
was continuing to enjoy my female form. She had not stopped looking at
my body, especially my breasts, the whole time and I realized by
walking up and down I had been flashing her glimpses of my silken legs
all the way to the top of my thighs.

Stopping to wrap the dressing gown better around me I was startled to
feel her hands on my arms. As I pulled away she managed to run her
hands down and over my breasts. Things were deteriorating fast and I
suggested I have a shower to remove the distraction. As I moved to go
she grabbed for me, asking what my hurry was, and accidentally pulled
the front of my dressing gown open revealing my breasts and pussy. The
sudden unveiling of my feminine glory stunned her enough for me to
slip away.

The shower turned out to be a interesting experience. I took the
opportunity to explore my new body, especially my full
breasts. Feeling my new large nipples grow and harden and marveling at
the way teasing them and stroking my breasts aroused me. Finishing, I
stepped out and dried myself. The rough texture of the towel on my
soft and sensitive skin, especially my breasts and pussy, heightened
my arousal.

Folding the towel, I placed it on the side of the bath and sat on it
with my legs apart. Flicking my hair over my shoulders, I felt it
stick wetly half way down my back and then I liberally poured perfumed
body lotion on my breasts. Closing my eyes, I started to massage the
sweetly perfumed lotion into my breasts. Feeling the soft form of a
woman's breasts had always been exciting for me but now I got the
added bonus of the sensations my hands caused in my breasts. I felt
compelled to watch as my fingers teased my nipples erect. My nipples
were now as broad as my delicate fingers and half an inch long. The
surrounding aerola were deep red and covered in little bumps, similar
to large goose bumps. Teasing my nipples gave me the nicest of little
twinges in my pussy. Sliding my oil covered hands down my stomach, I
ran them up and down the silky skin on the inside of my
thighs. Teasing myself by just touching my clitoris as it peaked out
between my pussy's lips.

Hungry for more I slipped my fingers into my crack and gently rubbed
my clitoris. Unable to wait any longer, I pulled the lips of my pussy
apart with my other hand and slipped a finger into my vagina,
shivering at the delightful sensations it produced. The tight ribbed
feel of a vagina's entrance around my finger was one I had always
loved as a man and it was strangely erotic to think it was my
vagina. Lifting my hand to my nose I smelt the musky scent of a
woman's sex, my sex.

At that moment I was startled by a knock at the door, I stood up
guiltily and a familiar looking man came in. He was as extreme an
example of manhood as I now was of womanhood and I was very conscious
of the obvious effect my naked female form was having on him, I
started to feel very frightened and vulnerable. I wrapped myself in
the towel and was about to call Maria when I realized what was
familiar about the man, he was Maria!  By covering my body I had
broken it's spell on him and he threw the bundle of clothes he was
carrying on the floor at my feet and said "I am your master and you
will call me that. You are my woman, your name is Kitten and you have
a very high sex drive".

His words carried a strange power and I felt a rush through my being
as softer feminine attitudes and feelings took over. I was still
conscious of my previous masculinity and my memories were unaffected,
but my new femininity had total control. I was very aroused and every
movement only added to it. My fear abated but there was still a
tightness in my chest, breathless anticipation! As my master left, I
picked up the clothes, slipping into the black satin bikini bottoms,
which fitted snugly to my crotch in a way I wished they
didn't. Putting on the suspender belt, I slid the fishnet stockings on
over my silky legs and slipped my feet into the black stilettos. The
shoes had long spiked heels and was very surprised to find I could
stand, and even walk in them. It was like I had worn stilettos for
years.

My sex drive was definitely higher, every movement or brush of
clothing heightened the tingling arousal I felt and sex now dominated
my thoughts. Moving to the mirror I admired myself and started
masturbating, fantasizing about the effect my sexy looks would have on
my master. The impatient voice of my master interrupted my
thoughts. Frightened by the violent edge to his voice, I pulled on the
skin tight, pink latex dress. It had long sleeves, was so short it
barely concealed my pussy and had a hole in the front which revealed
all of my substantial cleavage. Reaching behind me to zip it up felt
strange. It was very tight, revealing every curve of my bum and even
hinting at the presence of my pussy. I found I could not zip it up
past my lower back and I left that for later.

Looking in the mirror the shiny dress made me look tarty. With skill I
should not have had I applied some make up. Including pink eye shadow
and pink lipstick. Next I put silver bracelets on each wrist, dainty
rings onto the fingers of both hands and slipped large hoop ear rings
into my ears, which I was sure weren't pierced before I'd
dressed. Finally, my bracelets tinkling with every movement, I sprayed
perfume to my neck and wrists, and, unable to stop myself, even my
panties. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized my appearance was
now more sluttish than tarty. I looked like a walking advert for sex
and somewhere deep inside my masculine side struggled in a vain
attempt to make me tone my appearance down. Instead the thought of the
effect I would have on men only added to my arousal. Looking at myself
in the mirror I started to run my hands over my latex clad body,
pushing the rubber into my crotch as I rubbed my clit. I was no longer
in control of myself.

Calling my master in, I trembled with both fear and excitement as I
thought of his powerful effect on me and what I imagined it would lead
to. There was a marked increase in the moist warmth inside my satin
panties. He came in and whistled, sending a shiver of delight through
me. As he slowly zipped up the dress, I felt its tightening clasp on
my body, especially my breasts, and my breath became shallow at the
arousing and enslaving sensation of the dress closing tight about me
from bum to throat. The knowledge that I need help to put on or take
off this one piece skin, made me feel trapped and I was surprised how
much that turned me on.

Desperate for release I moved coyly but provocatively towards my
master but didn't dare touch him without his permission. Suddenly he
spoke "Finish up and come out to the lounge", then he turned and
left. Quickly I tugged the dress's hem down and smoothed away any
creases, relishing the feel of my hands on my incredible body and the
latex under my fingers. Adjusting my breasts to show even more of my
cleavage and the edge of my nipples, I turned to leave. My fear of my
master only added to my growing excitement and I could see my nipples
pressing into the fabric of the dress. I walked across to the
lounge. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I was startled by the
sexy walk I now had. The provocative sway of my hips was accentuated
by my high heels.

My master was sitting in the lounge wearing only a pouch, which
totally failed to hold his growing erection. The sight of it should
have revolted me, but instead my new femininity responded and I felt
an increase in the moist heat between my legs. My nipples were now
very hard and obvious through my dress.  "Don't worry, I want to find
out what sex is like for a man but I will change you back
afterwards". A piece of me screamed as I replied "Please don't, I'm so
happy now". Standing he unzipped my dress and instructed me to remove
it. I stepped away from him and slipped it to my waist, I noticed that
my breasts felt very full and hard. As I bent to push the dress
completely off, I was conscious of their weight hanging from my chest
and their shape as they swung forward. Straightening, I watched
captivated as they settled naturally on my chest.

Looking up I realized he had removed his pouch before he sat back
down. "First I think we should start with an act of abasement. Crawl
over here and kneel in front of me". I obeyed, acutely conscious of my
large breasts swaying as I moved. Stopping in front of him, I found
myself unable to remove my eyes from the large cock in front of
me. Gripping me by the hair, he pulled my head towards him and as his
penis touched my lips I was surprised that my only thought was of how
hard and warm it was. Unable to stop myself I started sucking it and
used my hand to gently wank him as I moved up and down its
length. Hornier than I had ever been I slipped my free hand down to
play with my clitoris. I found my womanhood was so wet my fingers
slipped easily between my pussy's lips causing glorious
sensations. The absolute femininity of my situation overcame me and I
pushed his cock down my throat. Desperate for release I started
pumping my hand faster and faster in and out of my pussy. Just as I
felt the beginnings of my orgasm, I was interrupted as his cock
suddenly stiffened. Somewhere deep inside me I found the will to pull
away as its load spurted over my chest.

As it ran down my chest I couldn't help lifting my hands and gently
rubbing his silky come into my magnificent orbs and swirling my slick
fingers around my nipples. The musky smell of my womanhood, mixed with
his come, drifted around me. I didn't notice him rise and go to the
bedroom, nor did hear him return and was surprised as he grabbed my
wrists and pinned them behind me. I tried to resist, but I was a woman
and his strength and size was such, that he was able to hold both my
delicate wrists with one hand while he buckled a leather sheath around
my forearms, pinning them behind me. Helpless, he dragged me to the
lounge table and threw me over it.

My breasts, still slick with come, slid easily across the glass. He
removed my now saturated panties and tied me down with rope, so that
my thighs were anchored apart and my glistening pussy was fully
exposed to his gaze. The feeling of being at his mercy, combined with
the picture in my head of pictures I had seen of women in similar
positions and I felt a warm trickle run down the inside of my
thigh. He rubbed his cock against my proffered gash and I looked back
at him with pleading eyes, but found I was unable to resist this final
act of dominance over me and in fact found I didn't want to. As he
pushed his cock slowly into my pussy, I moaned with ecstasy and cried
out. The feeling of his hot flesh forcing my tight hole wide and my
vagina gradually stretching, as he pushed his enormous cock fully into
me, was wonderful.

Gripping me by the hips, he started slowly pumping in and out of my
pussy gradually building pace. My helplessness combined with the
feeling of his cock moving inside my vagina was so new and incredible
I started whimpering. My breathing became short and ragged as I
wallowed in the total femininity of my situation, then he stiffened
and his cock jerked again and again as he came deep inside me. The
knowledge that he was depositing his sperm at the very entrance of my
womb finished me and my own orgasm hit me. Wave after wave flowed
through me as I felt my vagina contract on his cock like it was
wringing it dry. My vision darkened and I actually passed out with the
intensity of it all.


Chapter 5 - The End???


Coming round I found myself lying on the bed. With relief I noted I
had my masculine mental outlook back and hope blossomed. Lifting my
head, my hope died as I saw how the front of the toweling robe I now
wore, molded itself around the twin mounds of my breasts. I also noted
the smooth, empty outline of my crotch.

Sitting up I saw a exhausted looking Maria sitting in the bedroom
chair. As my feet touched the floor, I realised I was also still
wearing the fish nets and stilettos. Walking over to her, my breasts
moved gently, rubbing my nipples enticingly against the coarse
fabric. It was a strong reminder that I was still a woman.

"I'm sorry" she said "I changed myself back and removed your mental
changes, but I can't bring myself to change your physical form.". The
answer both alarmed and puzzled me, "What do you mean you CANT change
me back!?!".

"You haven't realized yet have you." she replied, "You have just had
sex twice with a man, you may be pregnant!". Alarm changed to horror
as she continued, "I don't believe in abortion and can't risk changing
you back until I know your not pregnant". Remembering the feeling of
her, or was it his, cock jerking as he came deep in my vagina I looked
down at my stomach and seemed to feel an impregnated egg setting into
the wall of my womb. I was quiet for a moment caught in the wonder of
this body that could nurture new life within it. Snapping out of it I
started to plead, "Please Maria, I beg you. Change me back. I am
mentally male, and can't go through life as a woman let alone as a
mother". She silently shrugged her shoulders and I started to become
hysterical. I even begged her to make me mentally female so I could at
least be happy with my life.

At that moment two masked men entered and, while one held me, the
other injected me with something and then picked up Maria and left
with her. As the drug took hold I lost control of my limbs, and the
man lowered the gorgeous woman in his arms onto the bed. I heard the
second man return and saw him stop in front of me. Unable to move I
could hear, feel and even see but my eyes were frozen, staring
straight at the second man.

The first man said "Right, lets get her changed back and wiped.", but
the new man stopped him. "Hang on, you heard her beg to become
mentally female. With the problems we've had with subjects recovering
their memory, why not grant her wish. Looking like that I doubt anyone
would take her seriously on any subject apart from sex. Anyway make
her mentally female and she'll find a man, have a child and won't want
to change back.".  I wanted to scream, "I didn't mean it, I can abort
any pregnancy and I don't want a man, I want to be a man!", but of
course I couldn't make a sound.

"I see your point" he said, "but what if someone does listen, you know
we don't have the time to allow a new feminine psyche to take hold and
dominate.". The new man thought for a moment, "No problem,
substantially enhance her sex drive and make physical contact with a
man cause her feminine side to dominate. Each time the feminine
dominates it will gain strength, slowly eliminating her
masculinity. Before you know it she will have a completely female
personality".

As hope faded, I frantically tried to think of a way out. Being female
was not one of my aims in life.

The first man's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Sounds good. We could
even key knowledge on her job and personal care to the feminine psyche
and she would be forced to allow the feminine to dominate in order to
be accepted.".

"Nice touch. We're agreed then. But first a little something of my
invention." The man reached down and I felt my robe being opened and
pushed aside to reveal my full feminine glory. "Impressive work isn't
she" he said to the first man, who simply nodded and stared. The
humiliation of being treated like a sex toy was swept aside as I felt
a tingling sensation in my breasts. The first man said "Your so
predictable. They were already big for her size. You, and now she,
have both got a real problem.".

They agreed my libido should be first, the new man concentrated
briefly and this time I felt a surge in my pussy and nipples, with a
smaller wash of sensation through my breasts and various other parts
of my body. It all finished with a spread warmth between my legs.

The new man picked up my small hand in his, "Now the physical
contact". I didn't feel anything, but I noticed that both men were
quite attractive and started to fantasize about them taking advantage
of my helpless form. Feeling my nipples and breasts harden, there was
a marked increase in the sexual heat in my belly. As the new man let
go of my hand, my disgusted masculinity managed to regain control. My
concern for my future grew. At that moment I felt a presence in my
mind and I suddenly wondered why I had felt angry, then, as my vision
darkened, I wondered where I was. The questions stopped as I fell into
a deep sleep.