Being A Slut By Ed Miller  
	
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Being A Slut
By Ed Miller

It was 2024, and viral nano-technology had become the
treatment of choice for many serious diseases. It had
only been slightly more than a decade since the
breakthrough that caused it to go from a crackpot
theory to a widespread reality.

Of course, there were still drawbacks. If we'd been
able to perfect true nano-technology, such as sci-fi
writers had been describing for decades, we probably
wouldn't have had a problem with the one-time use
limitation of the viral variety we had. But
miniaturization techniques still hadn't progressed far
enough to build complex machines that small. Instead,
the breakthrough had come when a group of researchers
had hit upon the idea to combine the nano-machines
that we were able to build, which basically were
only capable of slowly destroying cells so that they'd
regenerate, with a gene-altering variety of the 
influenza virus that had been created in a lab.

This was really just the combination of two previously
known processes. The nano-machines had been around for
a while, and they were useful in therapy to help
people who had small but inoperable cancers; the nano-
machines attacked the cancerous cells, and the body
replaced them with healthy tissue. Similarly, the
ability to create gene-altering viruses had existed
for a few years, but mostly as a medical curiosity.
Even if you replaced all the genes in a person's body
(which was unlikely, since their immune system would
probably eradicate the virus before that could happen)
it didn't mean that they'd suddenly change to match
their new DNA. Even the skin takes seven years to
regenerate itself completely, and there are some
organs that don't replace cells at all.

But the two processes together could work wonders. It
was still limited, as the body's defenses had a
tendency to attack the nano-machines and the viruses,
but so long as the change was in a relatively small
region of the body, great things could be done. People
with defective hearts could have a new, healthy one
grown inside them, cell by cell, without ever having
to be hooked up to an artificial heart. Defective
livers, brain defects in infants, blindness due to
hereditary factors, all of these were now curable
problems. There had even been a good deal of success
in re-growing limbs and organs lost due to accident
rather then birth defects.

Of course, there were still those limitations. It
could only cause a major change in a relatively small
part of the body, and it was only fully effective
once. After a month or so, the immune system figured
out how to fight both the virus and the nano-machines,
and attempts to use the therapy a second time had met
with much less success. That was the reason that
viral nano-technology for plastic surgery had been
outlawed in the United States. There was still a
thriving trade in Mexico, though, and lots of
Americans took vacations across the border to avail
themselves of the amazing things that could be done to
improve their appearance. Overweight people had their
metabolism custom re-engineered, aging trophy-wives
had their skin re-elasticized, strippers had their
breasts augmented to gigantic proportions but still
remained "natural."

But it was the sex-change operations that had always
grabbed my attention. I first read about them when I
was starting High School, and that had pretty much
determined my career path. The first time I heard of a
man who had had his genitals replaced by a woman's,
all using non-surgical techniques, the idea stuck in
my head for days, and I was walking around with a
hard-on for most of that time. The idea turned me on
to no end.

That had, of course, been my fantasy since I'd been
old enough to have sexual fantasies. I'd read
everything I could find on the technique on the
Internet, hoping to hear of some advances. As it
stood, replacing the genitals was pretty much the
limit of the technique; that was as much as it
could affect, and it sometimes needed two or three
applications of the treatment (each less effective,
and for a shorter time) before it was complete. Most
of the guys who went through with it ended up with
normal pussies but immature or incomplete reproductive
systems, and the rest of their bodies were unaffected.
More conventional techniques were necessary if they
wanted a more feminine figure.

That was why it was no good to me, even though the
thought made my cock nearly rip through my pants, it
got so hard. By the time I was thirteen years old, my
gender was quite obvious to anybody at even a cursory
glance.
I was certainly the only guy in junior-high who could
grow a full beard, and I'd already developed the build
of a football player. I won't claim that I didn't
enjoy it somewhat in high-school, since a linebacker
on the school team who showers regularly and isn't a
complete moron can basically do whatever he wants.
Grades are never a problem (not that they would have
been anyway; I was a quite a bit brighter than the
average linebacker) and I had all the sex I could have
wanted.

But after the victory parties, when I'd adjourned to a
bedroom and was busy humping away between some petite
cheerleader's legs, I'd always be wondering what it
felt like for her. I'd always be imagining myself as
the cheerleader, with a hot little cunt between my
legs and massive tits on my chest, a huge cock
plunging into my wet pussy. I'd imagine my petite,
girlish body kneeling down so that I could envelop a
hot, thrusting dick between my lips, sucking it with a
passion I couldn't control. I enjoyed sex with girls,
but my fantasies never consisted of me ravishing
willing cheerleaders. It was always me that was being
ravished.

Which is why I had gone the way I had in college. I
wasn't good enough at football to go pro, but I did
manage to get a scholarship. I was, however, the only
player on the team majoring in bio-technology. I
managed to get my Bachelor's, then hung on for my
Master's. Since I'd finished that, I'd been helping
Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom with their research, and
hoping all the while for a breakthrough that would let
me live out the fantasy I'd had since puberty. Over
time, my fantasy life (being denied of any chance of
expression in real life) fed on itself, and my fantasy
body became more and more exaggerated. The breasts I
envisioned myself having grew from a DD- or an F-cup,
that being what I had envisioned when I was in high
school, to truly stupendous proportions. I'd always
had a love affair with enormous breasts, and as time
went by my mental construction of my fantasy female
body became more of a caricature of voluptuous
exaggerated beyond belief, with an elevated sexual
desire to match. All the time, though, I was most
turned on by the thought of my dreams becoming a
reality, of a breakthrough that would let me live
them.

Now, finally, it looked as if that breakthrough had
happened. I don't claim that I had anything much to do
with it. I was basically doing lab-tech work, while
Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom probably knew more about
nano-technology and viral gene-surgery than anyone
else in the world.
They'd both been working on ways to make their half of
the technique more resistant to the human immune
system, and it looked as if they'd succeeded.
With a Teflon-based shell bonded to the nano-machines
and a "stealth" gene grafted to the virus so that the
body had a harder time locating it, they'd managed to
keep both nano-machines and virus present in pigs for
more than a year, much longer than the six months it
took to effect a whole-body change. Originally, they'd
been worried about the "stealth" gene getting passed
on to the animals, but that had turned out to be no
problem at all. I'd watched, taking samples, as a
mottled pink male pig had slowly, cell by cell, become
a small, brown and white female pig. According to the
tests, the cells in the pig's body had been replaced
completely, and its body now conformed exactly to the
information in the new genes.

That's why I was waiting for Lemount and Bloom to come
in today, long before any of the other lab-workers
were due to show up. The obvious next step was to try 
the process on a human volunteer, and I wanted to step 
forward. Obviously, though, I wouldn't have wanted to 
broach the subject of exactly what changes I hoped to 
have made with everybody else around.

When they arrived, I asked to speak to both of them
privately. We sat down in Dr. Lemount's office as I
haltingly tried to explain to them what I proposed.

"Wait a minute, Jack," Dr. Lemount interrupted. "Do
you mean to tell me that you want to be a woman?"

I glanced at Dr. Bloom before I managed a weak "yes" I
response. She was really the reason that I was
embarrassed. Dr. Lemount was a non-descript, forty-ish
man. Not the sort of Neanderthal I expected to ridicule 
me when I came clean about my desire to be a girl. Dr. 
Bloom, however, was a striking dark-haired woman not 
far on the other side of thirty. I'd only talked to her 
socially a few times; like most of the guys that worked 
in the lab, I was a bit intimidated by her. Not only 
was she extremely attractive, much more so than one 
would expect from someone who worked in the field she 
did, but everyone was aware how intelligent she must be 
to have reached the amount of success she had at her 
age. In any case, it felt very strange to be confessing 
to a beautiful woman that I wanted to be a beautiful 
woman.

"And have you spoken to a therapist about this?" Dr,
Lemount continued.

"Uh, no," I responded. "There didn't seem to be any
point, really. I mean, there was no way the technology
could come anywhere near what I had in mind, and I 
wasn't ready to compromise on something half-way."

"And now?" Dr. Bloom asked.

"Well, now it looks like it may be possible. I know
that you're planning to test the new process on a
human volunteer, and I'd like to be the one." I was 
blushing furiously now, but I'd managed it without
stammering.

"Well, I don't know, Jack," started Dr. Lemount. "I
think we had something a bit less... extreme in mind
for a first human trial."

"Why? It worked perfectly on the test animals," I
responded.

"Yes, but..." Dr. Lemount started, but Dr. Bloom cut
him off.

"I believe that's something for us to settle between
ourselves, Robert," she said to Dr. Lemount. "As for
Jack, I think we had best have him talk to someone in
the psychiatry department. If we were to go through
with his suggestion, we'd definitely need psychiatric
documentation."

That was more or less the end of that interview. I had
a number of meetings with a psychiatrist that Dr. Bloom 
recommended, and there seemed to be little doubt in 
either of our minds that I was an eager and willing
candidate for the experiment, if Lemount and Bloom
decided to accept me as the volunteer. As for Lemount
and Bloom, they continued to avoid talking about
anything but business with me in the lab for most of a
month. I didn't know who else they had heard from to
volunteer as a test subject.

But every night when I went home, I would strip off my
clothes as soon as I was inside my apartment and
masturbate furiously while I thought of myself as a
girl. In my fantasies I was a tiny blonde with huge
breasts, sucking and fucking dick after dick with an
insatiable hunger for cock. The thought of being a
girl, the thought of men fucking me, had been my 
constant fantasy for so long, but it gained a new
power to arouse me now that it seemed as though it
might come true. The fact that my dreams might be near
to becoming reality made them more detailed and erotic
than they'd ever been before.

Finally, Dr. Lemount stopped me as I was leaving at
the end of the day, and asked me to come into his 
office. Dr. Bloom was there, and when I sat down I was 
on the edge of my seat with nervousness. Were they 
going to tell me that they were accepting my offer, or 
that they were going with somebody else?

"Jack, we've conferred between ourselves and with the
Psychiatrist that Dr. Bloom recommended to you. Are
you still willing to volunteer for the experiment?"

"Yes," I replied immediately. My breath caught in my
throat.

"Then I believe we're prepared to take you up on your
offer."

I was so thankful, and so horny, that I nearly missed
what he said next.

"There will be a great deal of paperwork to be gone
over, of course, but it seems as if it's more or less
a done deal."

"How soon..." I started. "I mean, when can the 
procedure be done?"

"Well, as far as the nano-machines are concerned, we 
could do it tomorrow," Dr. Lemount said. "My department 
is more or less ready to go, since they don't have to 
be customized on a case-by-case basis. I think that's a 
question better directed to Janet."

"Hmm," Dr Bloom said. "Well, Jack, we're going to have
to talk a bit, to make up a 'blueprint,' so to speak,
of the body you want to have after the procedure is
finished. Once that's done, I don't think it'll take
more than a week or two for the necessary gene 
surgery."

Needless to say, we got the paperwork out of the way
that night. It wasn't really anything too extensive,
since there was little doubt that the procedure was
safe, but they still needed to make sure they were
covered legally in case the procedure wasn't as 
successful as expected or I changed my mind later.
Afterwards, at my request, we started work on the
'blueprint' Dr. Bloom had mentioned.

The computer in Dr. Bloom's office had one of the new
holographic projectors, in addition to the standard
screen. When she turned it on, I could see the genetic
projection for the pig that had undergone the change I
now had ahead of me; it was a computer projection of
the genetic model, but it looked exactly like the real
thing in the lab. With a few keystrokes, Dr. Bloom
cleared that model and called up one of a human female
body, a foot high but in perfect proportion and 
rotating slightly as it floated insubstantially above 
her desk.

"This, I believed, would be a reasonable starting
point," she said. Dr. Lemount and I stared at the
model as it spun slowly around. It was of a fit and 
attractive woman, naked, standing casually. Next to the 
rotating figure were a number of figures such as 
height, weight, and other measurements. The figure, as 
it stood, was 5' 6" and 120 pounds, with breasts that 
amounted to a C-cup. The hair was medium length and 
brown, and the face, while pretty, was rather non-
descript. It was a generic model of an attractive 
woman.

"Well, where shall we start?" asked Dr. Bloom. I was
having trouble deciding. Now that it came down to it,
I was reluctant. Not reluctant to have my fantasy be a
reality, but reluctant to verbalize it to others. In
the years that I'd been fantasizing about being a girl, 
I'd developed a very detailed image of the girl I 
wanted to be, and some aspects of that image were 
rather exaggeratedly female. I was extremely 
uncomfortable describing them out loud, but I knew that 
I'd never get what I wanted if I couldn't work up the 
courage to ask for it.

"Umm, smaller," I said. "More petite, I mean."

"Than 5' 6"?" Dr. Lemount asked. "That's already eight
inches shorter than you are now."

"I know," I responded haltingly. "But I'd like to be
even smaller."

"Can you give me an exact measurement?" asked Dr.
Bloom.

"5' 1"," I admitted. Dr. Bloom made a few keystrokes,
and the model changed to reflect my request. The 
readout next to it now listed the height as 5' 1", and 
the weight as 98 pounds.

"You'll weigh less than half of what you do now," Dr.
Lemount muttered, sounding surprised and more than a
little shocked. I felt myself getting embarrassed
again.

"Ok, what else?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"Umm," I began, "well, how about lighter hair?"

"Ok," she said under her breath as she typed. The
model's hair lightened to blonde. "What next?"

"Well, the face," I replied. "Bigger eyes. And
freckles."

"Cute," said Dr. Bloom. "You'll look like a little
girl. Anything you want to change about the body?"

"Umm, yes," I began reluctantly, casting furtive
glances at Dr. Lemount. He hadn't said anything since
I told Dr. Bloom how tiny I wanted to be, but I had a
feeling that he was going to say something now.

"What?" Dr. Bloom asked.

"Uh, larger breasts," I admitted. Dr. Lemount's eyes

widened.

"Ok," said Dr. Bloom. She typed, and the breasts on
the model inflated like balloons, moving from a C-cup
on the readout to a D-cup. "How's that?"

"Umm, not enough," I replied, almost in a whisper.
"Bigger."

Dr. Bloom looked at me quizzically, but went back to
the keyboard. Dr. Lemount stared openly at me. The
breasts on the holographic model inflated again,
passing a DD-cup to rest at an F-cup.

"Big enough?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"Almost," I whispered. They weren't, but the way Dr.
Lemount was staring at me was making me very nervous.
At the same time, though, I couldn't conceive of having 
tits that were only a DD-cup after years of imagining 
myself with breasts that were so much larger.

"Just like a man," Dr. Bloom muttered as she inflated
the model's breasts from an F-cup to a G-cup. The 
weight on the readout had increased to 105 pounds, and 
I knew that at least ten of that was tits. "Anything 
else?"

"Can you... Can you make changes to my brain?" I asked. 
I hadn't really been that involved with this end of the 
research.

"Yes, but within reason. I can't change your memory or
the way you think, but I can alter chemical and 
hormonal levels to influence your behavior."

"Can you... Can you increase my sex drive?"

"What!?" Dr. Lemount interjected. Dr. Bloom just looked 
at him and he seemed to reconsider what he was going to 
say.

"Yes," she answered.

"Um, ok," I muttered.

"How much?"

"What?" I responded.

"By how much should I increase your sex drive?"

"Um, by a bit. I want to enjoy it, you know." I was
looking sideways at Dr. Lemount when I said this, not
wanting to admit in front of him that I wanted it sky-
high. Dr. Bloom typed for a while.

"Ok. Anything else?"

"Umm, well... It'd be really convenient if I didn't
have to shave," I admitted.

"Ok, no leg or armpit hair," she said as she typed.

"Also..." I began.

"What?"

"No pubic hair," I whispered. Dr. Lemount stared
incredulously.

"Ok, totally prepubescent hair pattern," Dr. Bloom
said as she typed away. "Will that do it?"

"I guess so," I admitted. It wasn't exactly what had
been in all my fantasies, but it was at least an
approximation of it. As the three of us got up to walk
out of the building, my head hung and my face burned.
I couldn't believe that I'd admitted so much of my 
desires to Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom. But as I thought
of it, I rationalized that it was probably better this
way. As it stood, if everything worked as planned I 
would be a very busty, rather horny girl. If I had
admitted everything I wanted, told Dr. Bloom how big I
really wanted my tits to be and how high I wanted my
libido, I would have been a huge-tittied slut.

Of course, that had been what I was in all my 
fantasies. That had been what I had wanted to be since 
I'd hit puberty. Other people might have romantic 
fantasies about meeting the perfect person, but all I 
had ever wanted to do was have an exaggeratedly sexy 
female body with huge tits and get fucked constantly. I 
knew it was strange, I knew that the body I wanted 
would be that of a ridiculously exaggerated fuck-toy, 
but it was what I wanted to be.

"What are you doing tonight?" Dr. Bloom asked, and I
was jolted out of my reverie. I saw that we'd made it
out to the parking lot. Dr. Lemount was headed towards
his car, occasionally throwing glances over his 
shoulder at me, but was already out of earshot.


"Uh, just going home, I guess," I answered. While she
hadn't looked at me the way Dr. Lemount did, I was 
still a little uncomfortable with how much of my 
fantasy life she knew about.

"Why don't you come with me?" she asked. "We can fine-
tune the model I'm going to splice the genes to."

"Are you sure, Dr. Bloom?" I asked. "I mean, we were
already pretty specific."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said. "And call me Janet, Jack.
Come on."

I followed her to her car, and we picked up some 
Chinese take-out on the way back to her apartment. It 
wasn't that much nicer than mine, confirming my 
suspicions that professors weren't paid much more than 
lab techs. We sat down at her table as I ate my beef lo 
mein in silence for a while. She stared at me as if she 
was trying to figure out how to broach a subject.

"Jack, I don't think you were entirely honest
earlier," she said.

"About what?"

"When we were working on the model. I think there were
other changes you wanted to make, but you were too 
embarrassed to say them out loud."

"Umm, no," I replied. "Not really. That was about it."

"Really?" she asked. I didn't answer, and the 
conversation more or less died there. She got up and
crossed the room to the couch, and I followed.

"Jack, I have to ask you something," she began. "Am I
attractive? Oh, wait, I probably shouldn't ask you 
that. You're not attracted to women."

"Yes I am," I protested.

"You are?" she asked. "This isn't like when you said
you'd made all the changes you wanted to the model?"

"No, I am."

"So, are you attracted to me?" she asked.

"Uh, yes."

"So you wouldn't mind if I did this," she said as her
hand snaked down to my waist and started to undo my 
pants. I said nothing, but I certainly didn't object.
She slid my pants down to my ankles and then lifted my
shirt over my head.

"Mmm," she muttered. "Such a shame you want to be a
girl. You've got such a nice male body."

At the same time, she was sliding out of her skirt and
unbuttoning her shirt. Her body was as impressive as 
I'd always imagined, and her breasts, revealed now 
inside her black lace bra, were larger than I'd 
expected.

I laid there, letting her dictate the pace, as she 
leaned over me and started to plant kisses on my mouth
and neck. At the same time, her left hand went to my
crotch. My dick was already rock hard, and she wrapped
her fingers around it and started to stroke it.

"Such a nice, big dick," she whispered in my ear.
"Thick. Are you sure you'd rather have a pussy?"

"Mmm, yes," I moaned. It felt so good, and it was
turning me on so much that she knew I wanted to be a
girl.

Janet continued to stroke my cock, and her mouth was
moving down from my neck now, her wet tongue sliding
around my chest to tease my nipples. I thought about
the fact that I'd soon have breasts on my chest, and
felt myself get even hornier. Janet's hand was working
expertly in my lap, bringing me towards orgasm, as her
mouth went back to my ear.

"Were you really telling me the truth? You didn't want
any more changes?" she breathed in my ear.

I didn't say anything. My breath was coming short and
fast now, as Janet's hand pumped up and down in between 
my legs, stroking my shaft.

"How big did you really want your tits to be?" she
whispered.

"Bigger," I admitted in a gasp.

"How big? Give me a cup size."

"Just a... few sizes bigger," I admitted. "Maybe a...
J-cup. Much more... than that and I... wouldn't be
able to move. That's how big... I want to be. Just 
small enough... that I can walk." Her hand was working 
faster on my cock now, slipping up and down along the 
shaft as she stroked me.

"Mmm," she groaned. "Like I said, just like a man to
want such huge tits. And your sex drive? Did you really 
just want it hiked up a little?"

"No," I admitted. "I want it... high."

"How high?"

"Really high," I groaned. "I want to be a slut!"

"It seems like you do," she agreed as her mouth went
back to my nipples again. After licking circles around
them, she went back to my ear to whisper to me, "what
do you want to do once you're a girl? Will you be a
lesbian, or will you have sex with guys?"

"I don't know," I gasped. "I think... I'll still like
girls, but... I definitely want... to be fucked."

"Just fucked? Just in your pussy?" she asked.

"No! I want to... get it in my pussy... and my ass...
and I want to suck dicks! I want to be... titfucked. I
want it everywhere!"

"You know, I could increase your body's sensitivity to
pleasure in your new pussy, your mouth, and your anal
cavity," Janet whispered to me as her handjob got even
more insistent. "Would you like that?"

"Yes!" I groaned.

"Nipples and breasts too?" she asked.

"Please!" I moaned. The thought of it, the thought
that I'd admitted the actual extent of my desires to
her, and that now she was going to make them come true, 
pushed me over the edge. My cum exploded out of my 
cock, spraying my belly and chest. Janet leaned over to 
lick it off of me.

"Mmm, tasty," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me
now." With that, she stood in front of me as she slowly 
removed her bra and panties, revealing her perfect tits 
and pussy. Then she settled into my lap, sliding her 
wet cunt down my hard pole. Even as she was sliding up 
and down in my lap, though, I couldn't pay complete 
attention to the beautiful woman I was fucking. My 
thoughts were much more concerned with the beautiful 
woman I would soon be.

For the next couple of weeks, my life continued as it
had, with two major changes. I was spending the 
occasional evening with Janet, and almost every spare
moment I had was spent anticipating the changes I'd
undergo as soon as the tailor-made virus was ready.

Needless to say, after I had been seen by some of the
other guys in the lab leaving with Janet, word got
around and I got my share of admiration. It wasn't
anything I wasn't used to, though, since I'd always
had a tendency go out with the most attractive girls,
though rarely for very long. I wondered, though, what
all the guys who clearly envied me would think if they
knew that I'd soon be undergoing an experimental 
treatment to turn me into a woman.

I also started to look at them differently. In the 
past, I had wanted to be a girl, and had constantly 
fantasized about sex from the female perspective. But 
the men I imagined fucking me never been particular 
people; I'd never fantasized that I was having sex with 
guys I knew. Now that it looked like I was actually 
going to be a girl, though, I found myself thinking 
more about guys I knew and what they'd be like in bed. 
I would have expected it to bother me, but usually all 
it did was to make me hornier.

Dr. Lemount, of course, was barely talking to me. I
could tell that, though he hadn't seemed that upset
when I confessed to him that I wanted to be a girl, he
was deeply shaken to know the details of my fantasy,
to know what kind of girl I wanted to be.

Finally, Janet told me one evening that the virus was
ready, and we could start the treatment as soon as I
was ready. I say "the treatment," even though it wasn't 
an extensive treatment. All it entailed was an 
injection, though of course I would have to report
weekly to the lab to be examined so that they could
document the process.

Without hesitation, I told her than I'd be ready to
take the injection the next morning. I had to stop
myself from trying to talk her into going to the lab
in the middle of the night. All through the sex, I was
barely paying attention to her, so caught up was I in
thinking about what was going to happen to me.

When we went in the next day, I felt like I had a rock
in the pit of my stomach. I was keyed up with 
anticipation. An acquaintance of mine in the lab,
Jason, came up to Janet and I and asked what my plans
were for lunch.

"Jack won't be here for lunch," Janet said. "We'll be
sending him home to rest in an hour or two."

"Why, is he sick?" Jason asked.

"No. He's our volunteer."

"Jack? What are they going to do to you, man?" he 
asked, turning to me. "I mean, it's not like there's a 
whole lot you need." Needless to say, most of the other 
guys that worked in the lab didn't have my athletic 
build.

"We're going to turn him into a girl," Janet told him.
I was shocked that she would be that blunt, and started 
to stammer out a protest.

Jason laughed, then stopped when he realized that she
wasn't joking. "Jack! Why the hell would you let them
do that?"

"He asked us to," Janet said shortly, then walked on.
I followed her, unsure of what else to do. Jason stared 
after me with the same look I'd seen in Dr. Lemount's 
face for the past few weeks.

"Janet," I said, catching up to her, "what the hell
did you do that for?"

"Jack, he was going to find out sooner or later. I
mean, you're going to be reporting in here once a week
for examinations. He's one of the techs that are going
to be working on the data. Did you think he wouldn't
notice that you were changing into a woman?"

"No, but you sure sprang it on him rather suddenly," I
responded sullenly as I followed her into her office.

Dr. Lemount was there, looking as uncomfortable as
ever with me. I knew though that he wouldn't miss the
historic moment when I was injected with the mix of
viruses and nano-machines that would transform me into
a woman. I wondered if Janet had told him about the
extra changes she had made in the virus, and what he
felt about my even more extreme fantasies.

Dr. Bloom sent another tech, a girl named Emily, out
to get the syringe with my custom-made virus in it.
When she came back with the needle, I could see from
the look on her face that Jason had spread the word
about just what was being injected into me, and the
fact that I'd asked for it.

I was embarrassed, of course, but it was far too late
to turn back, and I was glad for that. I tried to
concentrate on what I was looking forward to, on the
fact that this syringe, once injected into me, would
change me into a petite, outrageously busty little
slut. I couldn't wait.

Janet gave me the injection. In a moment, it was over.
I didn't even notice any pain. That was it, it was
irrevocable now. I was going to be a girl.

I didn't hang around the lab for long. Everybody was
looking at me incredulously, shocked to find out that
I'd willingly volunteered to be turned from a man into
a woman. Janet told me I should go home and rest, and
that I'd be kept on the payroll but for the foreseeable 
future my only duty would be to show up once a week for 
examination. I drove home in a daze, not really 
believing what I'd done.

When I got home I went straight to the bathroom,
stripped off all my clothes, and looked at myself naked 
in the mirror. I looked at the body that I'd had for 
twenty-six years, and I knew that I wouldn't have it 
for very much longer. Even now, it was starting to 
change. I knew it would be weeks before I would be able 
to tell the difference, but I was changing into a girl.

My thoughts were making my cock stand straight up in
my reflection, so I laid down in bed to masturbate, all 
the time thinking about the girl I was going to be. The 
thought of being that girl, being a little slut with 
huge breasts, made me so horny I could barely breathe. 
The thought that I'd soon turn into a busty sex toy, 
and the thought of men fucking me, kept my cock as hard 
as iron as I stroked it again and again. I couldn't 
help myself. Part of me seemed to suggest that I should 
feel some remorse over giving up the life I'd led so 
far, over voluntarily reducing myself to a cum-
receptacle, a slut fit only to be fucked, but I 
couldn't summon any up. I couldn't wait.

Over the next weeks and months, that's how I spent much 
of my time. Examining myself for changes and 
masturbating. I watched TV, surfed the Internet, and
read the news, but every time I thought about what was
happening to me it made me so horny I had to jack off.

The changes, of course, started very slowly. In the
tests, we'd found that it took a while for the virus
to re-write the whole body's DNA. The changes in 
earlier animal test subjects hadn't been visible until 
nearly a month after the injection had been 
administered.

Of course, it's easier to see differences in people
than in animals. The first two weeks after I was
injected, my checkups showed no obvious physical
change, although Janet assured me that the genetic re-
writing was taking place as expected. I was still 
spending time with her, and we were still having sex,
even though everyone else at the lab looked at me like
a freak when I showed up for my checkups.

Sometime in the third week, though, I started to notice 
differences, or at least to imagine that I did. I 
thought I had lost a bit of weight, and my facial hair 
didn't seem quite as thick. Of course, my libido had 
certainly skyrocketed to the point where Janet and I 
had both noticed it, but we were both pretty sure that 
it was due to the fact that I was constantly imagining 
the changes that were in store for me.

My third week checkup confirmed that I'd lost some
weight, and a fraction of an inch of height as well.
From there, the changes continued to increase.

A month after I had been injected with the virus, I
was definitely skinnier. I weighed less than 200
pounds for the first time in more than a decade, and I 
was now only a half-inch taller than six feet, down an 
inch and a half from my normal height. My nipples 
seemed more sensitive, both during sex with Janet and 
during masturbation. I didn't know if that was due to 
my developing chest or the increased sensitivity Janet 
had promised to endow them with. Perhaps it was both.

Two months after I had been injected, I was down to 5'
10". I'd lost four inches of height and was now only
two inches taller than Janet. My facial hair was almost 
gone, having lessened until it was sparse and downy. My 
body hair had undergone the same change, so that now I 
felt like a teenager. I definitely had little mounds 
underneath my nipples, now, and my arms and legs seemed 
much skinnier than I was used to. I had lost another 
twenty pounds, leaving me weighing only 180.

The change that I was most interested in, though (with
the possible exception of my developing tits) was my 
dick. It was still good-sized and fully functional (to
Janet's enjoyment) but it was definitely shrinking. In
a way, I was a bit sad to see it go, after I'd had it
for so long and been so used to it. But it was mostly
nostalgia; I was still very excited to see the day when 
all I had between my legs was a pussy. The thought of 
what I'd do with my pussy as soon as I had it, the 
thought of men fucking me, made my slowly shrinking 
dick rock hard.

After three months, I definitely needed a bra. I'd
never been that into girl's clothes, just girl's 
bodies, so I hadn't rushed out to buy female clothing 
as soon as I could, but by this point my breasts were 
really too large to go without it. I was down to 5' 8", 
only as tall as Janet, and looking much more feminine 
now, so she and I went to shop for one. As it turned 
out, my new titties were already a C-cup.

I knew that I wasn't all the way there yet, but when I
looked in the mirror at my face, I could definitely see 
that I was well on my way to being the woman I would 
become. My features had softened into more feminine 
looks, though I knew that they'd continue. I now had 
the freckles I'd asked for, and my hair was lightening 
from dark brown to light.

I only weighted 150 pounds now, and losing 30 pounds
in a month had left me rather weak. Or perhaps that
was just the fact that my arms and legs had gotten so
skinny. I certainly had a more feminine-looking body
now that everything had slimmed down except my hips
and chest. With the exception of the people at the lab, 
who'd seen me on a weekly basis since the changes had 
started, I don't think anybody still thought I was a 
man when they saw me on the street.

Since I looked so much like a woman, I'd started 
dressing as one. Like I said, I'd never been that into
female clothes, but now that I had the body for them I
was beginning to see what the attraction was. The first 
time I tried on a pair of thong panties and saw the 
ittle scrap of material splitting my ass cheeks, my 
rapidly shrinking cock got as hard as it was still
capable of getting. I loved showing off my newly 
feminine body, and bought lots of revealing clothes.

My dick was still there, though it was much reduced 
from its former eight-inch length. It was barely three 
inches now when fully erect. Sex with Janet continued, 
but it tended not to center on penetration any more. We 
made out more like lesbians; I would finger or lick her 
pussy while she suckled my little dick. Sometimes I'd 
still stick my now-tiny dick in her pussy, but it was 
becoming a rare occurrence. Both of us had breasts now, 
so a lot of our sex-play revolved around fondling each 
other's titties. Mine were so sensitive that I could 
easily reach orgasm from tit-play alone, and I was 
starting to notice increased sensitivity in my mouth as 
well when I sucked on Janet's nipples. It made me 
hornier than ever the first time I realized that my 
tits were slightly larger than hers.

Four months into the change, there was no doubt that I
was unrecognizable. I was 5' 6" tall, and weighed 130
pounds. I actually had to look up at Janet now. My hair 
was blonde, though not quite as light as it would 
eventually get. I'd dyed it to a lighter shade so that
it would all match, otherwise I would have had blonde
roots. My face was cute and girlish, with big blue eyes 
and a light spray of freckles across my nose, and about 
as far from my old male face as I could imagine it 
getting.

My body was feminine and trim. I'd gotten over the 
feeling of weakness I'd had for a while, but I was 
still getting used to the fact that there were a lot of 
things I no longer had the strength to lift. My hips 
had continued to broaden, giving me a nicely feminine 
hourglass figure, and my ass had blossomed out into a 
perfect half-circle.

Speaking of things I no longer had the strength to 
lift, my tits had become enormous. I had spent a good 
deal of my last month's income on bras, and I knew that 
they wouldn't slow down any time for at least another 
couple of months. When I went in for my weekly checkup 
(my seventeenth since the injection) I had just 
graduated from a DD-cup to an F-cup. My big titties 
stuck out in front of me, swaying as I walked. I could 
see how it affected people. All the lab techs still 
looked at me like I was a freak, but a number of the 
male ones had in the last few weeks been looking at me 
like I was an extremely sexy freak.

I had been encouraging it, of course. I had always 
wanted to be the sort of slutty girl that could tease
guys with her body, and I was certainly getting to the
point where I fit the part. I'd been wearing female 
clothes exclusively for more than a month, since they
were now the only kind that fit, and Janet and I had
increasingly gone out shopping for more revealing and
sexy outfits. When I showed up for my examination that
week, I was wearing a short skirt, heels, and a low-
cut top that displayed my impressive cleavage to good
advantage. I caught Jason taking a good look at my
tits before he blushed and turned away.

Of course, being checked out by a guy who had formerly
been disgusted by what was happening turned me on 
immensely. These days, ANYTHING turned me on immensely. 
The improvements to my libido that I had asked for had 
definitely started to kick in; I was constantly horny. 
When I caught Jason staring at my titties (I had, of 
course, stuck them right under his nose on my way into 
the lab and pressed them together so that he couldn't 
miss them) I felt my dick get rock hard inside of my 
panties, and I almost came. These days, though, my dick 
was less than an inch long and completely hairless, so 
it didn't make a noticeable bulge in the front of my 
skirt. When Janet came over my apartment after work, 
though, I nearly raped her in my excitement to get her 
clothes off, despite the fact that I'd done little but 
masturbate all day.

After five months, I was to all outward appearances a
girl. I was now less than 5' 4" tall, and weighed about 
115 pounds. My hair was down to my shoulders, and 
definitely blonde. My face was cute and feminine,
my body was fantastic, and my tits were huge. I'd 
already graduated to an I-cup (or what amounted to one. 
My last few bras had needed to be custom-made.) At the 
rate I was growing, I didn't think it'd be more than a 
week before I had the J-cup I'd asked for. I was more 
and more fixated on the enormous size of my chest. I 
loved that every time I looked down, my whole field of 
vision was taken up by the enormous titties jutting out 
in front of me. For their size, they barely sagged at 
all. I knew that it was because they were so new, and I 
knew that I'd have to wear a bra almost all the time to 
keep them as perky as they were. But rather than being 
an inconvenience, that just turned me on even more.

My cock was more or less gone. At this point, it was
resembled nothing more than a slightly oversized clit,
and was nestled under a hood at the top of my new 
pussy. I wasn't deep enough yet to take a cock into my 
cunt, but I was inserting my finger into myself every 
day to see how much deeper I was getting. And I was 
ALWAYS wet.

But I wasn't only inserting my finger into my cunt.
When Janet had said she would make my ass, mouth, and
tits more sensitive, I hadn't really understood the
degree that she was talking about. I found it almost
impossible to stop fingering my pussy and ass, and if
I had something to suck on or someone to fondle my
titties at the same time, so much the better. Every
time I ventured out of my apartment alone, I was
accosted by some strange man (the slutty clothes that
were all I had to wear anymore had something to do with 
that, I'm sure, as did my gigantic tits) and
propositioned. Although my pussy wasn't totally
developed yet, I still found myself unable to refuse,
and I'd been fucked quite a few times in my ass, not
to mention the multiple dicks that I'd sucked.

But I wasn't upset about the fact that I seemed to
have no willpower at all, that I couldn't refuse an
offer of sex. I loved it. I was a slut, just a huge-
breasted girl whose only interest was sex, and it was
what I'd always wanted to be.

On the particular day that I ventured out of my
apartment to the lab for my 22nd examination, I found
myself unable to go home. The other techs had been
staring at my body when I came in for my checkup, and
I was so horny that I needed some release. This new
female body of mine needed constant attention, and I
was up near the boiling point.

Instead of heading for my car, I walked in the 
direction of the instructional part of the campus. The 
student union was always filled with a variety of 
people, and I knew I'd be able to find someone there to 
help me out with my uncontrollable arousal.

When I walked in, all eyes were on me. I suppose it's
hard not to pay attention to a girl wearing a VERY
short skirt, a tank top that reveals more cleavage
than three average girls have put together, and a bra.
No panties.

It didn't take long for a guy to proposition me,
particularly when I walked up to a table of likely
prospects and leaned over it to say hello, my gigantic 
I-cup breasts nearly falling out of my shirt. I led him 
upstairs to one of the private study rooms. As we 
walked, I realized that in a way this was the same way 
things had been when I was a man. My male physique gave 
me an advantage in attracting women, and the new female 
physique I had designed for myself gave me an 
insurmountable advantage with guys.

When we got to the study room, I locked the door behind 
us. I was down on my knees immediately, forcing this 
nameless guy up against the table as I frantically 
tried to release his cock from his pants. I hadn't even 
asked his name, but I was desperate to blow him. My 
nipples were rock-hard and my little pussy was 
extremely wet. As I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his 
jeans, I could feel his dick straining to get out.

Finally, his penis was freed from its bondage, and
stood out straight from his crotch, bobbing with his
heartbeat. It was long and thick, at least as long as
the eight-inch cock I used to have. I loved it. I was
fascinated with cocks now that I no longer had one;
they just seemed to be instruments that were capable
of giving me so much pleasure.

Without any hesitation, I engulfed his throbbing shaft
in my hot wet mouth. I couldn't believe how pleasurable 
it was to suck his dick. I knew that Janet had altered 
my genes so that my mouth was more sensitive to 
leasure, but I never would have thought that it would 
be possible for it to feel this good to be kneeling on 
the floor in a public place giving some anonymous guy a 
blowjob. When I'd been a guy, I'd been convinced that, 
while girls might have a vague enjoyment in giving a 
blowjob, it was mainly the guy who benefited.

That may have been true for the average girl, but it
certainly wasn't for me. When I felt the hot, smooth
shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, the thrusting
hardness rubbing against my tongue, it felt fantastic.
It turned me on to know that I was kneeling here, with
a cock in my mouth, my pussy dripping on the floor and
my tits nearly falling out of my low-cut shirt, but
quite apart from the arousal I got from the situation,
it felt fantastic just to feel that hot, thrusting meat 
fucking my mouth.

At the same time, I knew it would feel just as 
fantastic elsewhere. As his cock pistoned in and out of 
my mouth, I reached down between my spread legs to my 
sopping pussy. Even though it wasn't fully-formed, my 
cunt lubricated itself whenever I was horny, which 
these days was more or less constantly. As I'd walked 
from the lab to the student union, I had been able to 
feel the cool air against the hot wet flesh of my 
hairless pussy. Without any panties on, there had been 
nothing between my pussy and the outside air.

As my fingers slid inside my sodden cunt, I felt that
it was getting deeper. It wouldn't be long now before
I would be able to get fucked. But for now, I'd have
to settle for masturbating my new pussy while I 
crouched with a fat cock between my lips, sucking it
enthusiastically. The feeling of my fingers sliding
into me brought me closer to orgasm. It wouldn't take
much now to push me over the edge.

As my hand continued to manipulate my pussy, the other
worked my shirt over my head. I leaned back, 
reluctantly parting with the dick in my mouth while I 
struggled to get my shirt over my head, then eagerly 
sucked the hard cock back between my lips. I unclasped 
my bra, feeling my bowling-ball-sized breasts settle 
onto my chest, and leaned back again to remove my bra 
completely.

At the sight of my mammoth titties, I could see my
partner's eyes widen. His cock was already as hard as
rock, but it seemed to get even more rigid. I arched
my back, presenting the cavernous cleavage between my
tits for his use, and he took the hint immediately.
His hard pole slid between the marshmallow softness of
my titanic tits, and his hips began to thrust. My
nipples were diamond-hard points of electric pleasure
as his smooth love torpedo rocketed through the depths
of my cleavage.

Tit-fucking was another of the sex acts that I doubted
held much pleasure for the average woman, but I wanted
to thank Janet for making my titties so much more
sensitive to pleasure. With each thrust of the red-hot
penis between my breasts, I found myself moving that
much closer to orgasm. I loved the feeling of his
hardness nestled there, loved feeling his cock
sliding along the channel between my pillowy tits.
Each time the head of his dick slid all the way from
the top of my belly, between the gigantic mounds of my
I-cup titties, to pop briefly out at the top of my
cleavage and rub against my neck, I gave a little moan
of pleasure. It felt so good to be titty-fucked. It
felt so good for a guy to lay his cock on my chest as
I pushed my titties together to give him the maximum
sensation as he thrust his hips, rubbing his dick
between my tits, using them for his pleasure.

Suddenly, my orgasm was on me. My little clit and my
nipples felt like they were on fire as my climax 
erupted like a volcano and tore through me like 
wildfire. My moan ratcheted up into a keening scream of 
pleasure as I mashed my titties together, burying his 
cock between them. Vaguely, I was aware of him coming 
at the same time, the hot cum spurting out of his 
cockhead to splash against my neck, rivulets of creamy 
jism running down the huge curves of my breasts, 
tickling the amazingly sensitive flesh of my nipples, 
and then dripping onto the floor. I licked my lips to 
get the cum that shot me in the face.

Without missing a beat I was standing again, sliding
my skirt down my legs to reveal my hairless and sodden
cunt. I moved against him, rubbing my cum-soaked 
titties against his chest. I could feel my little 
nipples sliding up against him, hard points slipping 
against his skin. I pressed my stomach against his 
cock, feeling the still-hard organ jutting into me. I 
grabbed his ass to pull myself more tightly against 
him, and ground my hips into him as I slid my huge 
breasts around on his torso.

Without warning, I spun around. Once again reaching
behind me to grab his ass, I pulled him into me,
grinding my own ass back against him. I could feel his
rigid penis rubbing against my back, and I knew I 
needed it inside me again. I needed it in my ass. I 
wanted nothing more in the world than to have his dick 
in my ass, fucking me in my backdoor. I knew how good 
it would feel to be assfucked, and my asshole felt like 
it was burning up with anticipation.

I didn't have long to wait. My partner took the hint,
and guided me forward until my waist was pressed 
against one of the study tables. He pushed me forward 
at the shoulders so that I bent over the table, my huge 
tits resting on the wooden surface. I knew that my 
perfect ass was spread wide open and ready to be 
penetrated. I reached back to spread it even wider, 
grabbing my asscheeks and pulling them apart. I 
couldn't resist slipping a finger up my asshole for a 
moment and fingering myself there, thrusting the finger 
up my butt a few times as I moaned at the intense bolt 
of pleasure it shot through my body. I almost felt like 
I was coming again as my finger slid up my backdoor.

"Please," I moaned. "Please fuck me in the ass. I need
it."

I received no reply, but I felt my hand gently being
pried from my ass. Immediately, it was replaced by a
rock-hard cock that slid slowly but inexorably up into
my butt. He needn't have been so gentle, since my
asshole was aching to be penetrated. Inch by inch he
slid his cock further up into my abdomen, penetrating
my backdoor totally and completely. My ass felt so full 
as he finally got in all the way, splitting my 
asscheeks with his hard cock. I felt it there, 
enveloped in my body, and loved the feeling.

Then all at once he pulled it almost all the way out
of me, and then forced it back in. I cried out from
the intense sensation of pleasure I got at the first
full-speed thrust of his cock into my behind. I felt
the force of it all through me, felt the jiggling of
my titties against the table as he buttfucked me. My
hands stretched out across the table, forcing my ass
back into his cock as he speared me in the butt again
and again. I loved it. I couldn't get enough of his
cock up my ass.

His hands were on my butt now, massaging and fondling
my asscheeks as his tool ploughed the furrow between
them. He grabbed and kneaded my ass, and I loved it.
With each thrust of his rigid penis up into me, I
pressed back into him with more force, matching his
thrusts. I loved feeling his cock in my butt.

There I was, leaning over the table with my huge
titties jiggling as they rested on the table, being
buttfucked by some guy and loving every second of it. A 
few short months ago I had been a large, virile man 
myself, but I'd willingly been transformed into the 
tiny little cock-slut I currently was, and it was 
fantastic. As I felt the huge cock penetrating my ass 
and my giant tits jiggling from the force (they 
couldn't sway, since they were resting on the table) I 
had a hard time recalling what it felt like to be 
dishing out the fucking, instead of receiving it. I 
didn't want to remember, since this was so much better. 
I never wanted it to stop. The only wish I had at that 
moment was that my pussy was deep enough to get fucked.

Finally, after ramming me in the rear end with his
cock repeatedly, my new acquaintance reached his
orgasm. Mine had been happening almost continuously
for a few minutes. The pleasure I felt emanating from
my asshole stepped up a notch as he forced his cock
even deeper inside of me, straining with the effort,
and I felt it twitch inside my ass as it deposited
it's precious cargo of hot liquid pleasure there. My
butt felt filled with his cum, and I loved the fact
that another man had come inside of me.

We cleaned up, although it was impossible for me to
clean off all the cum that had shot onto my face and
tits. I'm sure that, when my partner and I left the
private study area and went our separate ways, some of
the people who were in the hallway could easily tell
that he'd just fucked me. But I didn't care at all. I
just went home to wait for Janet.

A month later, the tests confirmed that the virus and
the nano-machines had finished their work on my system. 
And what a job they'd done.

I was a tiny little girl. I'd shrunk more than a foot
to a final height of 5' 1", and everyone I had used to
be taller than now towered over me. My face was cute
and freckled, with enormous blue eyes. I looked almost
innocent except for the hint of sexual depravity that
always crept into my expression. Janet had certainly
done all I could have wanted in supercharging my sex
drive.

My hair was blonde and past my shoulders, and except
for my eyebrows and eyelashes was the only hair on my
body. My arms, legs, and my perfectly formed pussy were 
completely hairless. My proportions were perfect on my 
tiny frame, slim but not too skinny except for my tight 
round ass, which flared out as an exclamation point to 
top off my sexy legs.

Of course, there were two parts of my body that
definitely were not slim. My breasts. When they finally 
reached their full growth, I was forced to wear custom-
made bras that would have been the equivalent of an L- 
or an M-cup. When I asked Janet why she'd overshot my 
request of a J-cup rack, she said that she'd assumed I 
was embarrassed to ask for as much as I wanted. She was 
wrong, but I didn't mind. My breasts were gigantic and 
heavy. They made it difficult to walk quickly and 
impossible to run, and they jiggled constantly no 
matter what I wore or how
slowly I moved. The gigantic weight on my chest,
combined with my tiny frame, tended to overbalance me
if I leaned forward at all; on the contrary, I spent
most of my time leaning backwards to compensate. They
were larger than basketballs. I had to reach around
them to do anything at all, and they made even simple
tasks like cooking much more difficult. But I wouldn't
have traded them for the world.

I loved them because they proclaimed to the world what
I was: a sex-toy. A slut. A woman whose only purpose
in life was to get fucked by as many guys as possible,
to feel the jets of their cum shooting into and onto
her as often as possible.

As soon as my pussy had been deep enough to get fucked, 
I'd found someone to fuck me in it. It really wasn't 
that different from the blowjobs and assfucks I'd been 
engaging in for weeks; I just had another hole that 
needed to be filled. But the fuck that really summed up 
my new existence for me was the one I got when I 
reported for my last official checkup.

I knew that the new procedure was a great success, and
it was probably being written about in scientific
journals the world over, and being readied for more
extensive testing before it was put on the fast-track
for use in treatment. But I wasn't keeping track of
the success. It didn't matter to me anymore. All that
mattered to me was cock.

I reported for my last checkup and found Jason waiting
for me at his desk. Since I was keen to have a little
fun with him, as well as incapable of passing up a
chance to show off my ample assets, I made a show of
leaning over his desk to give him a good view of my
cleavage. However, I'd grown quite a bit in the tits
since the last time I'd tried that trick, and this time 
they finally did pop entirely out of the neck of my 
shirt. Jason stared goggle-eyed at my gigantic titties 
bobbing in front of his eyes, and I felt my pussy get 
soaking wet just at the look on his face. I loved it 
that the enormous melons hanging from my chest could 
affect him like that, could cause the huge bulge I saw 
in his pants. Slowly, so as not to end the show too 
early, I scooped my fat titties back into my bra. I 
brushed against a pointy nipple and moaned 
involuntarily at the intense pleasure.

Jason got up, trying to hide his obvious hard-on, and
led me back to Dr. Lemount's office. He'd given up
being circumspect about staring at my body, and was
gazing openly at my tits. My clothes certainly didn't
make it hard for him, as I was only wearing a tiny
tank top over my bra (I would have gone without the
bra if I could have, but with my gigantic M-cup titties 
it was impossible.) I was wearing panties today, since 
my skirt was only a four-inch band of fabric and my 
pussy would have peeked out below it, but the panties 
were a tiny black g-string. The bottoms of my ass-
cheeks stuck out of the bottom of the skirt in back, 
and my sheer panties, so form-fitting that you could 
see the cleft of my hairless pussy through them, were 
visible in front.

Quite apart from the way I was dressed was the way I
moved. I swayed my hips back and forth, encouraging my
skirt's tendency to ride up and show my ass and 
panties, and I bounced up and down exaggeratedly while 
I moved so as to make sure my titties jiggled as much 
as possible. I met every man's gaze with a smoldering 
look of passion. I couldn't help myself, it was just 
second nature now that I was constantly desperate for 
sex, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Once Jason and I had gotten to Dr. Lemount's office,
Jason closed the door, locking the three of us inside.
Dr. Lemount's eyes seemed as glued to my chest as were
Jason's.

"Well, Jack," said Dr. Lemount without taking his eyes
off my tremendous tits, "It looks like the procedure
has been a success." This was the first time I
remembered him talking to me since the night we'd
worked on the model for my new body.

"Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount," I purred. I so horny that I
couldn't make my voice do anything but purr. My pussy
was soaking wet, and had long since soaked through my
little panties. "But don't call me Jack anymore, 
please. I like Jackie better."

"I have to admit it fits you better, now," said Dr.
Lemount. I could see that he was still upset by the
knowledge that I used to be a man, and that I'd asked
to be turned into the ridiculously voluptuous sex-
crazed woman that I was now, but I could also see that 
he was turned on by it. And I thought the arousal was 
finally outweighing the discomfort.

"That's about the only thing that fits," Jason said,
nodding towards my tight, but enormous, bra. I could
hear the contempt in his voice, but I could also see
the bulge in his jeans. I thought his attraction to me
might be beginning to outweigh his disgust at what I'd
done to myself, as well.

"Yes, I did want to ask you about that, Jackie," said
Dr. Lemount. "You certainly seem much better... endowed 
than I expected you to be. And I must admit that what I 
was expecting was already quite a bit. Do you have any 
idea why that might be?"

"I wanted bigger titties," I breathed, "but I was too
embarrassed to admit it. Then Dr. Bloom took me home
with her and stroked my dick while she asked me what I
really wanted. I was so horny that I admitted to her
that I wanted these huge titties." To punctuate my
point, and also to increase the swelling I saw in both
of their crotches, I caressed my giant breasts. From
the look in their eyes, I was quite successful.

"You actually like having a body like that?" Jason
asked incredulously. "You really like having those
huge tits hanging on your chest, and having nothing
but a pussy between your legs? You really like it that
you're so much shorter than everybody else?"

"I love it," I moaned.

"Well, let's get this examination underway," said Dr.
Lemount, somewhat brusquely. "Strip."

Dr. Lemount had never been present during my exams
before; he wasn't even a medical doctor, though he had
enough knowledge of biology to enable him to design
nano-machines to affect the body. But I knew that the
sort of exam he had in mind didn't have anything to do
with medicine. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head,
revealing my enormous bra, and slid my tiny skirt down
my legs.

"My god," muttered Jason. "Look at the size of those
things."

I smiled at him as I undid my bra and let it slide down 
my arms, my gigantic titties settling on my chest. The 
nipples were rock hard. Both Dr. Lemount and Jason were 
breathing quickly, and their stiff cocks were clearly 
outlined by their pants.

"All the way, Dr. Lemount?" I asked coquettishly.
"Should I take off my panties, too?"

"Yes, Jackie," he said. "Take it all off."

I turned away from them, feigning modesty, but in fact
it was just so that they could have a clear view of my
perfect ass, and the thong sliding out from between my
rounded butt cheeks as I slid my sodden panties down my 
legs. I was bending at the waist, and my legs were
slightly parted, so they could see everything all the
way from my hot little asshole to my hairless cunt.

I turned back to them, a tiny-framed, impossibly busty
girl standing completely naked in front of two fully-
clothed men. My pussy was so wet that it was dripping
down my thighs, and my nipples ached from my arousal.

"Well, Jackie," started Dr. Lemount, "it appears that
everything is in order. But appearances aren't
everything. I assume that you've put your new female
organs to some use?"

"Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount," I grinned. I was really into
turning him on now, and I had none of the reticence
I'd had when I was still a man. I was too horny to.
"I've put my new pussy to lots of use. I don't know
how many men have fucked me."

Jason choked. I went on.

"And not just in the pussy, either. I've had men fuck
me in the ass and between the tits. I've jerked them
off until they shot their cum on my tits or in my
face, and I've sucked more cocks than I can count."

"That's all well and good, Jackie, but all the same I
think we might need to see a demonstration," said the
Doctor.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Masturbate, Jackie," said Dr. Lemount. "I want to see
you masturbate."

Once again, I had no hesitation. I went to his desk,
having to boost myself onto it because I was so small,
and sat there with my legs spread and dangling, not
touching the floor, and my pussy completely open to
the view of both Dr. Lemount and Jason. Eagerly, I
touched my smooth pussy, running my fingers up and
down along the slit and over the top of my mound. I
flicked the tip of my finger against my clitoris, and
jumped. My tits jiggled.

Both Jason and the Doctor were watching me closely,
and I was loving it. I loved to put a show on for
them, and it made me even hornier to realize what
a spectacle I was making of myself, masturbating my
new female body in front of two people who had been
colleagues of mine when I was still a man.

I started to rub my finger against my clit. I eased
into it, getting used to the sensation. Janet had told
me that I was many times as sensitive to pleasure in
my pussy as a normal woman would be, and I didn't doubt 
it. My other hand reached up to my similarly over-
sensitized tits and started to knead and caress them. I 
flicked my nipples in time with my clit, and moaned 
uncontrollably. It felt so good to be female, and to be 
playing with myself while men watched me.


Every once in a while I'd neglect my clitoris for a
moment so as to dip two or three fingers into my pussy. 
Even though I'd let men fuck me repeatedly, I was still 
rather tight just by virtue of only having had a pussy 
for a month or so. Despite my tightness, though, I had 
an uncontrollable desire to be penetrated by as big an 
object as possible, to feel it stretching my tight 
pussy. As Jason and Dr. Lemount watched, I slid three 
and then four fingers inside of myself, moaning at the 
amazing sensation of feeling so much penetrating me. 
Though it was so amazingly tight a fit that it hurt, I 
slowly slid my thumb inside myself as well, feeling my 
whole hand fit into my pussy. I loved it. My eyes were 
squeezed shut with the pain, but the pleasure was even 
more unbearable. I was fisting myself, and I couldn't 
imagine anything ever feeling better.

Suddenly, though, I had the urge to feel something
inside my backdoor as well. My left hand left my tits,
and I rolled onto my right hip, keeping my right hand
firmly inside my cunt. My left hand crept slowly over
the curve of my spectacular ass, and I felt my fingers
brush up against my asshole.

Slowly, gingerly, I slid a finger inside and started
to pump it in and out of my ass, in time with the 
entire hand I was pumping in and out of my cunt. One 
finger wasn't enough, though, so I slowly slid another 
up my ass. I loved the sensation of being full there at 
the same time as I was penetrated in my pussy. Another 
finger found its way up my rear entrance, and I now had 
three fingers working my ass. Another made it four.

By this time I was going for the gusto. I knew that my
ass was even tighter than my pussy, but it felt so good 
to be finger-fucking it with all four of my fingers. In 
addition, I got off on feeling the stretching 
sensation, and knowing how much I was cramming into 
both my holes. My orgasm started to peak, and the pain 
I felt receded, replaced entirely by the pleasure. I 
couldn't take it, it just felt so good. It seemed like 
I had no control over myself as my orgasm flowed 
through me, electrifying every neuron in my body. My 
left thumb slid alongside my fingers, and I found 
myself fisting my pussy and ass at the same time.

I loved it, the sensation of being so impossibly full
in front and back, all at once. My orgasm slowly
subsided and I looked down between my spread legs, my
hands both still fully inserted into my pussy and ass,
to see Jason and Dr. Lemount still watching. I had
forgotten all about them in my ecstasy and self-
exploration.

Both of them were naked, and their hands were stroking
their cocks without any sign of embarrassment. Their
tools were huge. Dr. Lemount's cock had to be nine or
ten inches long, and Jason's was even longer. Both were 
thick and very, very hard.

I was across the room like a shot, my hands popping out 
of my pussy and ass with some difficulty. Kneeling in 
front of these two men, I began to lick their dicks, 
alternating one after the other. I'd stroke Jason's 
cock while I took the Doctor's into my mouth, and then 
switch. My pussy and ass felt disappointingly empty 
while I crouched there, my huge titties swaying as I 
worshipped both of these large dicks, but I didn't 
think that would be a permanent situation.

For now, though, I could ignore the empty sensation in
my two orifices, as I was more concerned with the
intense pleasure I was receiving from my mouth. I
loved to take cocks into my mouth and this situation,
having two presented to me to be sucked at the same
time, was twice the pleasure I was used to. I loved to
slide my tongue over the long, smooth side of Jason's
12-inch cock before engulfing it in my mouth and trying 
to get as much of it as possible down my throat. I 
loved to switch from his to Dr. Lemount's shorter but 
thicker member, feeling it stretch my lips. Janet had 
certainly done her job ensuring that I got sexual 
pleasure from being penetrated in my mouth; it felt 
fantastic.

But quite apart from how good it felt, there was the
psychological factor. I loved to be the girl, the slut, 
kneeling in front of two naked men who were desperate 
to use me for sex. I loved the fact that both of them 
knew that I used to be a man, but my body was so sexy 
that they couldn't help but be aroused by it and wanted 
to fuck me anyway. And it was absolutely fantastic, 
while I was enjoying the pleasurable sensation of 
having a cock in my mouth, to be jacking off another 
dick, to feel the hot, thrusting shaft rock-hard in my 
hand as I stroked it insistently. It was great to know 
that both of these guys were so horny for me that they 
both wanted to be in my mouth.

I sucked them for all I was worth, first one and then
the other. I alternated rapidly, trying to entice them
to orgasms as close together as possible. Every time I

was at work on Jason, my head bobbing away and my tits
jiggling wildly from the effort, and he'd start to buck 
his hips a bit too frantically, I'd switch to Dr.
Lemount, taking his cock in my mouth and jacking off
Jason so as to maintain his arousal. Every time Dr.
Lemount started to seem to be near his orgasm, I'd
take my hot, wet mouth from his cock and wrap it back
around Jason's, trying to slowly ratchet up the arousal 
in both of them.

Finally, I could feel that they were both very near
their climax, and I couldn't realistically delay it
any longer. Jason's dick was in my mouth, but my hand
on Dr. Lemount's seemed to be giving him nearly as
much sensation. Jason's hips started to buck, and I
felt the cum start to shoot out of his dick. I 
swallowed the first load or two, but then leaned back 
so that his cum was shooting out onto my face, spraying 
my neck and tits and then dripping down from them as 
the next load hit me again. I was soaked in his cum.

At the same time, I was still jacking off Dr. Lemount's 
thick pole. He could see Jason's cock spraying cum on 
me like a fire-hose, and the sight pushed him over the 
edge. Cum shot out of his dick, spraying my face, neck, 
and tits, and mixing with Jason's wherever it landed. I 
opened my mouth to catch what I could, savoring the 
taste of the mixed varieties of cum as they mixed 
together in my mouth. As both men finished their 
orgasms, the last few drops of cum leaking from their 
dicks to land on me, I started to scoop up the cum that 
had soaked my tits, ladling it into my mouth.

But while I was eagerly ingesting their cum, they
weren't idle. I felt their hands on me, guiding my
tiny body towards the desk. The papers and documents
on the desktop were brushed aside onto the floor as
Jason helped boost me onto it. I laid down on my back,
my legs spread and my ass teetering on the edge of the
desk. I was completely open to him.

I stared down between the deep canyon created between
my gigantic, quivering breasts, and I could see my
hairless mound between my legs. My thighs were spread 
wide to present as inviting a sight as I could to 
Jason, who stood massaging his dick between my spread 
legs. I could see him staring at my bare pussy, and I 
knew he was thinking about how horny I was, what a 
panting little cock-crazy slut I had turned myself 
into. But all I cared about was getting his hardening 
dick into me.

As I lay on my back, massaging my super-sensitive
titties while my hips thrust of their own volition, I
could see Jason's cock rising to the occasion. Slowly,
it inflated back to its full size and hardness, and the 
hunger I saw in his eyes, the desire for my sexy,
incredibly big-busted little body, seemed to grow. I
felt the hot head of his dick at the entrance to my
cunt. Slowly he slid it up into me, feeling his hot
shaft filling my sloppy cunt. I'm sure he expected
some resistance; a guy with a cock that size has to be
used to it, but I was so horny, and so stretched out 
from the fist-fucking I had given myself already, that 
he slid inside of me with no problems whatsoever.
My sopping wet pussy slid over his cock like a fleshy
envelope, and as soon as he was completely inside of
me I started to come, just from the pleasure of having
my anticipation finally satisfied.

His lovely, enormous cock started to thrust in and out
of me, and my orgasm continued to flow through my body, 
from the red-hot center of it in my pussy out to the 
tips of my extremities. All the time, Jason was pumping 
away in my crotch, filling my love-hole with his 
insistently thrusting meat. My mouth moved, begging him 
for more without coherent words. I couldn't form them, 
the ecstasy was so great.

It was at this point that Dr. Lemount climbed onto me.
I had forgotten all about him, but he took the
opportunity to remind me of his existence by climbing
onto the table and straddling my chest. The weight of
his body on top of the tiny girl I now was knocked the
breath out of me, and was uncomfortable to say the
least, but when he slid his thick shaft in between
my fat titties, I couldn't bring myself to ask him to
get off. He reached down, pressing my enormous breasts
together and sandwiching his dick between them. I felt
him there, his dick on my chest but completely
surrounded by the hot pillowy softness of my overgrown
mammaries. I loved the feel of it. I couldn't believe
how much pleasure resulted from having a dick between
my tits, thrusting into the yielding flesh of my
breasts. He slid easily between them, my tit-canyon
having been well-lubricated with cum, and with every
thrust of his dick into my cleavage I gave a little
yelp of pleasure.

But at the same time, I felt Jason's big cock fucking
me in my pussy. Both of them were thrusting into (or
against) me at the same time, both of them using me
for their pleasure. Even though I knew that my own
enjoyment was incidental to them, I loved it. I 
couldn't imagine anything better than lying here with a 
cock in my twat and another between my tits, moaning 
for more sex as they thrust away obliviously. It felt 
great; I was orgasming steadily, and I loved the 
sensations my female body was giving me.

After a few minutes of frantic pumping away in my
pussy and between my tits, both guys were nearing
their orgasms. Once again, they came at almost the
same time. Jason slammed inside of me, filling me as
deep as I'd ever had it, and I felt the cum spill out
of his cock, filling up my insides with the hot wet 
goodness he shot into my pussy. A moment later, Dr. 
Lemount's cock spurt out its payload onto my chest, 
adding to the mixed cocktail of jism there. I couldn't 
see his cock cum, since it was completely enveloped 
between my enormous breasts, but I could feel him tense 
and shoot his load, and I could feel the warmth and the 
gooey wetness between my titties.

As soon as Dr. Lemount got off of me Jason grabbed my
hips, easily flipping me over so that I was face-down
on the desk. It was easy for him now that I was so
tiny and light. Without missing a beat, he jammed his
still-hard cock back into my pussy from behind, fucking 
me doggy-style now. I could feel his foot-long cock 
spearing me in my tight cunt, sliding into me again and 
again as his hands ran over my hips and my luscious 
ass. Each thrust of his cock into me made my titties 
shake, and little drops of cum dripped down from my 
diamond-hard nipples to land on the desk. He pulled me 
back onto his cock, penetrating me deeper now that he 
had better leverage. I loved it. It made me feel so 
dirty and sexy to be fucked from behind, like an 
animal. I had an animalistic need to be fucked, and 
Jason's big cock reaming my pussy was certainly filling 
it.

At the same time, Dr. Lemount had moved in front of
me, and his thick piece of meat was pointing right at
my face. The head of his hard cock was pointed straight 
at my lips, and I took the hint. I luxuriated in the 
feeling of having a cock in my mouth again as I slid my 
wet horny lips down along his shaft until it was buried 
in my throat, and my lips were wrapped around the base. 
I loved to feel a thick cock filling my mouth. My 
tongue played along the bottom of his pole as my head 
bobbed up and down along it, my tits shaking with the 
effort I was putting into blowing him. I loved to take 
cocks into my mouth now, loved to service them with my 
lips, feeling them get more and more excited as I suck 
for all I'm worth, until finally they deposit their 
precious cargo down my throat.

It didn't take long before I had the cargo that I
wanted, and Dr. Lemount groaned as he collapsed next
to me, lying on the desk. Desperate for more sex (even
if one of my partners was near exhaustion) I leapt on
top of him, feeling Jason's dick slide out of me, and
started grinding my pussy down against his still-hard
cock. I didn't want to give him time to go limp. My
attentions seemed to work, because his cock remained
stiff as a board and his hands came up to grab my hips
as his hard dick slid into me. I could feel it filling
my pussy, taking the place that Jason's cock had 
vacated only seconds before. Despite the load of cum I 
already had inside me, I wanted more.

I crouched there, my pussy impaled on Dr. Lemount's
thick cock, bouncing up and down on his pole and
feeling it in my pussy, still loving the feeling of
being fucked. It was impossible to get bored with
anything that felt this good. I leaned forward, resting 
my tits on his chest as he fucked me. They didn't rest 
there, actually; they were too slippery with cum, and 
our fucking was too energetic for that. They slid all 
over his chest, and the extra sensation on my sensitive 
titties made me even wetter and hornier, if that were 
possible. Dr. Lemount didn't seem to mind being smeared 
with the mixture of cum that was soaking my tits, 
either. He was much too engrossed in fucking me.

While I was busy bouncing my tiny body up and down his
cock, though, I looked over my shoulder to Jason.
Wordlessly, with moans and a beckoning motion, I
conveyed my desire to have another cock inside me. He
didn't waste time complying. As Dr. Lemount lay
underneath me, his cock pistoning in and out of my
dripping cunt and my tits sliding over his chest,
Jason came up behind me, standing next to the desk as
his rigid dick slid up and down between my ass cheeks.
He knew what I wanted, but he was only teasing me,
letting his cock slide up and down my asscrack but only 
brushing it against my asshole each time instead of 
fucking me there like he knew I needed. Even though
I knew this was only to build anticipation, that he'd
definitely have his cock buried up my backdoor in a few 
moments, I groaned in frustration. I couldn't stand 
waiting. I wanted his cock up my ass right NOW!
I was an incurable ass-slut.

After making me wait for it for a few more moments,
though, Jason did indeed slip his cock into me, filling 
my asshole with hard thrusting cock. I was completely 
full in my cunt and my ass, and as Jason and Dr. 
Lemount settled into a rhythm, fucking me from the 
front and behind, I loved it. I loved being so stuffed 
full of cock in both my holes, I loved being caught 
between two dicks like pincers. I loved the fact that I 
was now such a horny girl that two guys together 
couldn't completely satisfy me. Quite simply, I loved 
being fucked.

And I continued to get fucked. Jason's cock in my ass
and Dr. Lemount's in my pussy drove into me again and
again, and each time I felt ecstasy jolt through my
entire body. I loved the sensation of having two cocks
in me at once, and I knew I'd be repeating it as often
as possible. Both stiff rods felt like iron, and they
were both penetrating me in my soft and yielding flesh. 
I was stuck there, I couldn't have stopped if I wanted 
to, and I loved it. I loved being overpowered and 
fucked by guys, I loved being penetrated with their 
enormous cocks, and I loved being a slave to my own 
desires, my supercharged libido.

With every thrust of those two enormous cocks inside
of me, I felt a little more pleasure. Feeling Dr.
Lemount filling my pussy with his cock, and Jason's
penis buried inside my backdoor, both of them sliding
in and out of my sexual orifices, was rapture beyond
anything I'd experienced before. When I had been a man, 
fantasizing about being a girl, I'd thought I might be 
exaggerating the pleasure, making it more than it 
really was, but now I knew that if anything I had 
underestimated it. There was nothing more enjoyable 
than crouching here, my pussy and ass both filled with 
hard thrusting cock, and waiting to be filled up with 
even more cum. I loved it. And I knew I'd spend the 
rest of my life doing it.

And even when they finally came, filling up both my
holes with their hot load of creamy cum, I still loved
it. When they left me there on the desk and went to
clean up, I lay there covered in sweat and cum, with
even more jism leaking from my pussy and my ass to
pool on the desk, and I reflected on what I'd done to
myself and my life. All there was now was sex; it was
all I was interested in, and certainly all I was good
for. My body was so exaggerated as to make anything
else impossible, even if I could go five minutes in
the company of other people without wanting to rip off
my clothes and let them fuck me. I wouldn't even be
any good as a whore, since I'd never be able to refuse
guys even if they claimed to have no money. All I was,
and all I would ever be, was a slut.

And I loved being a slut.

End