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Swap Meat

By: dixeenormous



I run a highly successful women's fashion boutique in Boston. Each summer, I close the store for a week and treat the highest performing girls to a vacation on Nantucket, renting a big house and inviting everyone's husbands and/or significant others.

During the recent year, a new associate had come to work for me. She was a pretty little blonde, recently graduated from a small upstate college with a design degree, eager to launch her career in the world of high fashion. Karin was a real looker, but honestly not the sharpest tack in the box. She was the typical dopey blonde, making silly mistakes at work, always running her mouth, and often lost in her own little daydream world.

Her saving grace was her supermodel thin body that looked spectacular in our high-end fashion line. She could model our clothes, talk up our products, and drive men customers bonkers with her fantastic figure. Needless to say, she was one of my leading salesgirls.

But my motivation for inviting her along on this little junket was not completely altruistic. 

As I mentioned earlier, she talks incessantly, and one of her favorite topics is her boyfriend. I have met Todd on several occasions, and he makes Karin look like a Rhodes scholar. He is tall, maybe 6'3" and rail thin, a mop of dark hair sitting atop a constant 5 o'clock shadow. He has a perpetual lost expression on his face and though he is a trained engineer, he spends most of his time looking for work or watching soap operas.

I once made the mistake of asking Karin what she saw in this loser, not realizing the Pandora's box of emotion I would unleash. 

"Todd may not look like all that much to you two," she replied, Jane, my Assistant Store Manager also in on the conversation, "But he has special talents that you wouldn't believe."

"Try me," Jane challenged.

"Well," Karin began, "Have you ever noticed how big his hands are? And his feet? And his Adams apple?"

"Where are you going with all this?" Jane enquired, but I could plainly see her angle.

"You see," Karin sighed, "Todd has the biggest, most spectacular wanker." As she said this a sparkle gleamed in her dark eyes, her hands outstretched, her palms nearly a foot apart as she gave the classic fishermen's 'it was this big' gesture.

"Oh that's gross," Jane remarked. "No way it's that big."

"Believe me," Karin whistled, "And damn does he know how to use it."

"What's so special about a big penis?" Jane queried.

"Spoken like a deprived woman," Karin giggled, giving me a knowing wink. "Trust me; try it, you will like it."

Ever since that conversation, I had been unable to get the picture of Todd's big dick out of my head. I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm married to a great guy, a successful lawyer who is drop dead gorgeous, but visions of Todd's wanker repeatedly invaded my day-to-day life. 

When Karin would arrive at work, her hair slightly disheveled and a goofy grin on her face, I immediately pictured Todd's big dick as the source of that far-off expression. When he met Karin for lunch at the store, I caught myself hiding behind the racks, my eyes glued to his crotch in hopes of sighting evidence of his wicked manhood. Much against my better judgment, I was becoming deeply infatuated with Todd's infamous dick.

Offline, I had discussed our conversation further with Jane. "So how big do you think his dick really is?"

"I don't know, Lisa," she replied, "But aren't most guys about five or six inches. My husband is about six, and he does alright."

After a few glasses of wine one night, my curiosity got the better of me, "Paul, exactly how long is your penis?" 

"One way to find out," he chuckled. Emerging from his study with a ruler in hand, he unzipped his trousers, presenting his flaccid tool. "Hard or soft?" he joked.

Dropping to my knees, I took the ruler and measured, "3.5 inches soft," I announced. "But I think we can do better than that."

I tend to be pretty conservative about sex; straight missionary stuff in the bedroom with the light out. But the wine and fantasies of Todd's dick had me feeling amorous. Much to Paul's surprise, I opened my mouth, inserting his slowly hardening penis. I don't really like to give blowjobs, usually saving them for special occasions like birthdays or as reward for a nice present, you know like a diamond tennis bracelet or a new car.

"Wow," Paul exclaimed, "What has come over you?" as I eagerly sucked his weenie.

Silently, I bent to my task with clinical precision, my goal to coax the biggest boner yet from my handsome husband. After several minutes, I withdrew his penis from my mouth and ran the ruler along the topside of his hard erection, "6.5 inches hard," I proudly concluded.

"What's this all about?" Paul demanded again.

"Oh nothing honey," I replied. "One of the girls at work was reading an article in a magazine about penises, and it got us started on the subject." I lied.

"Well how do I stack up?" he asked.

"Above average. Bigger than all my friends," I lied again.

"So what do I do with this erection now?" he asked wryly.

Taking him by the hand, I led Paul into the bedroom, switching off the lights and pulling a condom from the bedside table before lying back on the bed, "Put this on and make love to me."

Five minutes later it was over, my thoughts returning to Karin's boyfriend's dick. 'Try it, you'll like it' she had said. Indeed, I thought, a mischievous plan taking shape in my head.

That plan was culminating in our annual summer trip to Nantucket. All spring I had been setting the scene. Much against Paul's wishes, I had repeatedly asked Karin and Todd over to our house for dinner, trying to build a warm friendship. At first, Paul was appalled.

"We don't have anything in common with these two kids," he shouted.

But Karin slowly worked her magic on Paul. From what she had said to the girls at the store, I knew she found Paul attractive. She flirted shamelessly with him, laughing at his jokes and taking interest in his sports car collection. 

While Paul would take her for a spin in one of his convertibles or show her around his garage, Todd would sit on the couch, drinking beer and watching baseball on TV. Most attempts at conversation were met with stoic grunts; "yea", "I guess", "sometimes", not much of a talker was old Todd.

Unfortunately, he wore very loose clothing, affording almost no opportunity to ogle his reportedly huge package. After several beers, he would stumble toward the toilet to relieve himself. If Paul and Karin were out, I would camp outside the bathroom door, listening to the raging river of pee he unleashed on the bowl, trying to picture the penis capable of such a Niagara Falls like torrent. 

Once, after several beers, Todd failed to completely close the bathroom door as he relieved himself. Peering through the open crack, I caught a fleeting glimpse of his private parts in the dressing mirror. My jaw dropped open and I pinched myself; was I hallucinating? Even soft, it was considerably larger that Paul's erect penis. It hung lewdly from his body, limp and heavy, his foreskin still intact, a mass of wiry hair jutting from his pelvis. 

The show was brief as he shook it dry and zipped back up, but visions of his hairy monster brought me to a euphoric orgasm as I later masturbated in my bathroom. I rarely masturbate, considering it dirty and perverted, but thoughts of Todd's big tool had awakened a primitive sexual desire deep inside me. My self-diddle sessions became more frequent and intense.

As the Nantucket trip neared, I was pleased to see my plan taking shape. Karin and Paul were getting along famously. I could tell he was ecstatic about the attention a cute young fashion model was piling upon him. She was bragging at work about the plans Paul was making to introduce her to several of his clothing designer clients.

Todd and I had fashioned a friendly relationship; I kept the fridge stocked with beer and the TV tuned to ESPN. In return, he had opened up a little to me. I am in my early thirties, maybe 10 years older than Todd. I work out regularly and have a well-toned body. My breasts are a little large by today's fashion standards, but they are in fine proportion to my curvaceous figure. I have long curly brunette hair, bright green eyes, and big, full lips. 

When Todd and Karin came over, I had taken to wearing my bikini around the house, "Oh, I was just out sunning myself," or "I was working in the garden" my typical excuses.

Karin was so infatuated with Paul and his expensive toys, she didn't even notice. Todd on the other hand, was clearly appreciative of my wardrobe. As I shuffled around the house, preparing a meal or grabbing Todd a beer, I noticed the furtive glances he shot my direction, often followed by a gentle squeeze of his trousered package or a quick repositioning of his heavy snake.

I knew he and Karin were engaged to be married, and she continued to brag at work about her incredible sex life. My goal was not to break-up the happy couple, just to get a few days alone with Todd's impressive penis. I wanted to experience what Karin was enjoying and make my own mind up about the benefits of a big dick. My marriage was strong enough to overcome a little indiscretion, especially if I could coax my unwitting husband into a similar sexual faux paus. 

As we arrived on the island, six couples in all, Paul had a special surprise for Karin.

"I have a meeting set-up for you with Ralph Lauren when we get back to Boston," he announced. I hugged Karin, happy to share the joy of her first big break. After all I had instrumented this little offensive, and know I was hoping to bask in its final glory.

"We should spend some time together this week going over some sketches and formulating a game plan for the meeting," Paul suggested.

Karin leaped into Paul's arms, hugging him tightly with her lithe young body, "Oh, Paul, how ever can I repay you?"

The look on Todd's face was priceless; jealousy and rage boiled just under his normally passive expression. I seized the moment, "No worries, Todd. I will keep you company."

He smiled at me, his aggression quickly replaced with the old 'who-gives-a-fuck' demeanor.

I stayed close to Todd, showering him with affection and generally being an excellent host. The attention I lavished on him didn't go unnoticed. Several times I caught Karin shooting me a nasty look. Based on the sounds of passion emitting from Karin and Todd's bedroom, adjacent to ours, they had no problems making up each night.

Paul was too full of himself to notice Todd and me. He loved the attention the beautiful young Karin was heaping his direction, spending every waking moment in her company. At night, his over stimulated mind begged for sexual release but I continued to put him off, "Not tonight, dear, I have a splitting headache."

He was forced to lie in bed, the sounds of non-stop lovemaking shaking the wall behind our bed, his pathetic little boner crying for attention. I felt for Paul, Karin's moans of ecstasy having an equally arousing affect on my pussy. But if I wanted to satisfy my desires, I needed what Karin was currently enjoying, and abstinence, specifically Paul's, was another tool I hoarded in my perfect little plan. 

The first couple of days were a non-stop party; free flowing booze, great food, beautiful weather, and a dozen happy folks. The crew settled into the carefree beach lifestyle, couples drifting off to do their own thing. 

My husband, the consummate professional commandeered the house's crow's nest and he and Karin got down to business; both literally and soon, figuratively. 

I put on my sexiest little string bikini, yellow and red polka dots, my deeply tanned body accentuating my flat tummy and ample breasts and packed a cooler of beer.

Finding Todd alone on the deck, I offered, "Anybody up for the beach. I've got refreshments."

Like a fish to bait, Todd jumped at the opportunity. Eying Karin watching us from the crow's nest window, I grabbed Todd's arm for balance as we walked through the loose sand. As we disappeared behind the nearest dune, I shook my ass provocatively in Karin's direction, letting her know I still had a little game.

As I set out a blanket and popped a cool beer, Todd took a quick dip in the ocean. Lying on my belly, facing the surf, I watched as his wet body emerged from the water. He was certainly nothing special to look at, his slight beer paunch hanging over his surfer shorts, a hideous farmer's tan not yet erased by the Nantucket sun. But my eyes were magically drawn to his crotch. The thin wet material clung to his pelvis and thighs, a huge bulge protruding down his left leg, inching toward the bottom hem of his shorts.

The Holy Grail I sighed to myself. That was the weapon of mass destruction that had Karin devoted to this worthless loser. As he waddled toward the beach towel, I felt my mouth go dry and my pussy wet as his package swung back and forth in his loose shorts. He sat on the towel grabbing his cold beer and layback to catch some rays.

With his eyes closed, I garnered the courage to sit up on one elbow and closely study the outline of his massive cock beneath his still dripping shorts. Even soft, it had to be eight inches long I estimated and nearly as thick as the Coors Light can from which I was drinking. As I licked my lips, I caressed my beer can in my open hand, trying to imitate the sensation of his cold, hard cock.

On either side of his reclining penis, two large bumps revealed his impressive balls, hanging well down from the base of his dick. I imagined his sack was oversized and his nuts roamed freely in their sweaty home.

Lost in my lusty imagination, I was startled back to reality, "Uh Lisa," Todd stammered, "Your, uh, your…"

Shaking my head to clear the vivid image of Todd's dick that had taken root, I felt my large breasts sway uncontrollably. At the same time, I noticed Todd's eyes were glued to my chest, his finger pointing as he stammered to get a coherent thought out of his tongue-tied mouth.

"Your top!" he finally exclaimed. "It's, it's, it's, ummmm, falling off."

Damn, I had undone my bikini strings to get full sun coverage on my exposed back. Mesmerized by the outline of Todd's penis, I had ignored my loose top when I sat up. Todd was now being treated to a free show of my 34c's flapping in the cool ocean breeze.

Remaining unfazed by my brazen display, I calmly reached up and removed my entire top, hoping the sight of my bare breasts would keep Todd from asking why I was staring at his crotch.

As I stood up, my boobs now bouncing freely, his dick twitched noticeably beneath his wet suit. Making a beeline for the surf, I screamed, "Last one in has to restock the cooler."

With a head start I easily outraced Todd to the water. We swam in the cool ocean for several minutes, my breasts floating enticingly on the buoyant water, my nipples erect. We roughhoused a little, dunking each other under the sparkling blue tide. 

I could see the crow's nest in the distance over the dunes and saw the sun reflect off the lens of the tower's telescope through the open window. Perfect, I thought; so what do you think of your husband skinny-dipping with your boss?. Coming up for air, my breasts breaking the surface of the water, I triumphantly shot the finger in Karin's direction. My taunting was reaching a crescendo. If I knew Karin, and I thought I did, it wasn't going to take much to drive her over the edge.

"I didn't mean to shock you with my topless display," I joked with Todd as we emerged from the water. "I just thought you might enjoy a pair of real breasts," making an offhand stab at Karin's less than endowed chest.

I had often watched Todd drooling over my rack. While Karen is very pretty, she is extremely thin. Her A-sized cups don't offer the same appeal as my big, round firm boobs.

As we headed back up the beach, I planned my next move shrewdly. Slightly trailing behind Todd, I waited until the dunes almost completely obstructed us from the house. I leapt on Todd's back, my breasts squeezed between my chest and his skinny frame and rode him out of Karin's view. I let her imagination play the rest of that scene out, her jealousy stewing as she and Paul continued to work on business.

"Thanks for the ride, Todd," I giggled as he deposited me back on the towel. Sitting on the beach, him standing above me, my eyes were level with his crotch. All the rough housing and semi-nudity were taking a toll on his once flaccid package. His dick had inched further down his leg and his shorts were now tenting noticeably. 

Embarrassed, he quickly picked up the cooler, blocking my view. "You won," he started, "I'll go get some more beers."

"I think the fridge is empty," I lied. "The second refrigerator in the crow's nest is full of cold beer. Try up there."

As Todd headed off to cool his jets and witness what I hoped was a triumphant scene back at the house, I lay back on my towel and slowly diddled my dripping snatch. I love when a beautiful plan comes together.

I envisioned Karin, in a fit of rage, had turned from the window after I rode Todd out of view. Jealous and mad, she had doubled her efforts on Paul, his immunity gravely weakened by my withholding sex. I'm sure she was disappointed to find his average little weenie, but revenge and power were her motivating factors, not hot sex. Besides he was fucking hot looking, she was damn lucky to be getting it on with my husband.

Paul on the other hand was living out the middle-aged man's fantasy. I assumed he would rise to the occasion and perform admirably. 

Fifteen minutes later, Todd returned, minus the cooler, a look of despair on his face.

"What happened, love," I cooed.

He plopped down on the towel, a tear rolling down his face. "You won't believe it," he started. "I went up to the crow's nest to get some beers like you said and I hear all this moaning and groaning behind the door. I peered through the porthole and...", he trailed off.

"It's OK sweetie," I patted his head, putting my arm around his shoulders.

"No its not," he replied. "Your husband and my fiancée were…well, they were….uhhh, having sex. Well no, not technically sex. Paul was on his back in the hammock and Karin was on top of him, in a 69-like position."

"Go on, go on," I coached, euphoric at my plan's successful progress.

"She was sucking his dick, I guess," he stammered, "and he had his head buried between her legs. They were thrashing around like two dogs in heat."

Bravo Paul, I thought. Your tongue tastes my snatch even less often than I perform oral sex on you. I guess you just needed a fresh piece of tuna to whet that appetite.

"Those bastards!" I managed. "What did you do?", my heart racing, hoping Todd had not found a previously undisplayed killer instinct and broken up the proceedings.

"I, I, I….", he quivered, "I turned around and left."

Beautiful, I thought. "Does Karin do this often?"

"I don't think so," Todd sniffled, "We have a pretty good sex life. But she has been spending a lot of time with Paul."

"Well fuck them!" I barked emphatically, changing the tone of my approach. "That bastard Paul has done this before," I lied.

"What should we do?" Todd asked.

Just the opening I was waiting for. Curled up next to Todd, I reached up and planted a soft, full kiss on his mouth. Taking his head in my hands, I kissed him harder, nibbling down his neck and around to his ear, my tongue tracing a wet path down his chest.

Todd immediately responded, reaching out to cup my exposed breasts, an audible sigh escaping his open mouth. He bent to kiss my tits, softly biting my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Damn, maybe this guy was more than just a big dick. His mouth sure seemed full of talent.



Swap Meat



As he kissed my belly, I threw back my head, momentarily lost in my quest for his massive pole. His tongue played a tune on my ripped abs, as he kissed down my torso, kneading my tight butt cheeks and massaging my inner thighs. Using his teeth, his hands again locked on my breasts, he untied my bikini bottom, biting the material as he tore it from my body.

My pussy was panting in anticipation as he teased my crotch with soft kisses, lightly blowing on my clit and my pussy lips. I keep my pussy neatly trimmed, although I have a full hairy bush. He was enamored by my pubic hair, running his rough face through my forest, a friction of heat and passion sparking between our bodies. The sun shone warmly on my breasts as I reclined back on the sand, offering him unlimited access to my sweet treasures.

"Oh baby," I moaned, "Lick my pussy and suck my clit."

Todd's head disappeared between my legs, his tongue continuing to progress at a snail's pace, the anticipation driving me insane as he teased me to a heightened arousal.

When his tongue finally darted out, slipping quickly between my moist pussy lips, I screamed with pleasure, "That's so fucking good!"

His talented tongue worked me into a lather, my head twisting back and forth, my breathing heavy as he tongue fucked my horny box. I ran my fingers through his hair, and grabbed his ears, pulling his head deeper into my crotch, his tongue probing further up my dripping vagina.

As he sucked my swollen clit, he massaged my butt, a mixture of sexual energy and incredible relaxation pulsing through my body. His head buried between my legs, a free hand explored my pussy, scooping up the juices and rubbing them down my ass crack. I felt an incredible new sensation as he spread my ass cheeks and rimmed my puckered asshole with his silky soft tongue. I refused ass play with Paul, but didn't think twice about Todd's amazing appendage as it ravaged my virgin hole.

I was squirming uncontrollably, my hands kneading my own breasts, twisting my nipples roughly as orgasmic sensations raced through my body. I was building to a once in a lifetime orgasm and loving every minute of it. This gawky looking engineer was playing my body like a concert pianist, and the climatic stanza was nearing completion.

He attacked my clit with a renewed energy as I felt my body stiffen. Two slick fingers buried in my cunt, I was momentarily surprised when his stubby thumb popped into my well-lubed back door. As he finger fucked my two holes, simultaneously sucking my swollen clit I exploded. 

"Ohhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkk, yesssssssssssss," I screamed, my body racked by orgasm. 

As I collapsed limp on the sandy beach, Todd snuggled up next to me, "That will show those bastards."

I slowly regained my composure, my body somewhat disbelieving of the intense pleasure it had just witnessed. "It's a start," I whispered, a renewed look of lust and conviction in my eyes.

I rolled over on top of Todd's prone body and rapidly kissed my way down his chest and belly, unable to throttle back my urges to explore his infamous dick. As I reached his still clothed crotch, I got my first feel of his impressive package. Running my hand down its length, his boner extended well down his leg, stretching the thin bathing suit to the point of failure.

Unable to control myself, I sighed, "It's fucking huge." And it's all mine, I thought to myself.

I unzipped his shorts and forced them down over his angry rod, the shaft springing to attention finally freed from the cruel confines of his clothes. I grasped his cock at the base, his rod reaching towards the sky, a proud and meaty sundial. It was beautifully proportioned; a big red knob perched atop a long straight shaft, rife with bulging veins. His pubic hair was wiry and unkempt, his dark fur coating his low hanging nutsack. I wasn't sure the twelve-inch ruler we used to measure Paul's dick would suffice to adequately gauge this piece of fine sculpture. 

Panting hungrily, I asked, "How big is it, Todd?"

"It's only twelve inches," he replied, surprisingly nonplussed. 

"Only?" I giggled. "It's the god-damn biggest, most gorgeous fucking prick I have ever seen," my prim and proper decorum now completing thrown out the window.

"Karen measures it all the time," Todd replied, "She makes me do exercises to make it bigger and is always teasing me how pathetic it is."

That little bitch, I thought. She knows she has this most magnificent specimen of male anatomy all to herself. And to keep it, she mentally abuses its owner.

"Haven't you been with any other women?" I asked, surprised other ladies had not fallen helplessly in love with his cock.

"I started dating Karin freshman year in college," he replied. "I didn't have much luck with the girls in high school. I showed my pecker to a couple of them, but they usually screamed and ran. I guess they thought it was ugly and pathetic too."

More likely they thought it would rip their young little teen twats in two, I pondered.

"It's anything but ugly and pathetic," I consoled, as I bent to kiss his engorged head. Gingerly, I cranked open my jaw and lowered my mouth down around his beautiful cock. This guy should be a porn star, I thought. His dick could make him rich and famous.

"That feels good," he sighed.

Kneeling between his legs, I was in awe of his cock. I could only imagine the virgin territory this big fucker was going to explore in my tight box. But first, I wanted to conquer Mount Todd down my thirsty throat.

Working slowly, I lubed his tool, licking down his shaft to his salty balls. I could barely fit each of his large nuts in my widely stretched mouth, taking turns soaking each ball in a saliva bath as I continued to stroke his rod.

Nastily spitting on his bulbous knob, I worked the saliva down his shaft, using both hands to pump his boner. Concentrating, I again opened my mouth wide and lowered my head down on his erection, my long hair brushing against his stomach, pelvis, and upper thighs. I worked several inches down my throat before my gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull off his mighty tool, retching violently.

"Holy shit," I murmured, "That's one challenging piece of meat."

Confident I could do better, I redoubled my efforts. Eyes watering, I worked another inch down my throat, fully two thirds of his pipe disappearing down my gullet. As my throat became accustomed to his girth, I was able to slide my head up and down on his erection, my grip still firmly planted around the base of his pole.

"Unfucking believable," he groaned. "Your mouth is so god damn hot!"

In this position, I wasn't going to be able to handle any more of his massive tool. Lifting my aching jaw off his cock, my mouth received a needed rest.

"I want to sit on your big boner," I exhaled.

Straddling his prone body, I squatted down over his towering rod, facing him so he could watch my big boobs bounce and jiggle as I rode his fantastic fuckstick.

Lowering my twat onto the tip of his cock, I grabbed his dick and rubbed it roughly across my well-lubed pussy lips. I wanted him inside me so badly, but I was still somewhat afraid of the damage such a huge penis might inflict on my innards. Riding him like this put me in charge, somewhat allaying my fears.

"Don't you want me to wear a rubber?" Todd asked.

"No fucking way," I cooed, "I want to feel your hot skin stretching my pussy wide!"

Loosing all inhibitions, I forced my box down on Todd's raging boner. Where my husband's puny little dick slipped into my cunt without resistance, Todd's dick stretched my pussy to its limits. As I lowered my ass toward his exposed balls, I felt his dick ripping me in two.

"Oh my god," I screamed, "This is fucking unreal. It's like getting my cherry popped all over."

Every few inches, my pussy would spasm, sure I had taken all Todd's big dick that I could handle. But after acclimating for several seconds, I would again begin my descent down his storied tool. After several such starts and stops, I felt his warm, hairy nuts rubbing against my bare ass.

"I did it," I exclaimed. "My pussy is impaled on your big cock." My head was spinning, my legs weak as I tried to lift off his incredible tool. As my pussy contracted around his disappearing length, I immediately felt empty, craving his long prick back in my hole.

"Your twat is incredibly tight," Todd moaned, "It feels just like fucking Karin's backdoor."

As I sat back down on his dick, I did a double take. "She takes your fat cock up her ass?", I asked disbelievingly. 

"Oh yea," Todd whispered, as he thrust up to meet my pussy, a rhythm developing between us. "She says my dick isn't big enough to satisfy her pussy, so she makes me fuck her tight butt."

Wow, I thought, another challenge. I just got this incredible tool buried in my snatch and now I was already craving his fuckstick in my bunghole.

Pumping up and down on his boner, I was in heaven. 

"Play with your big tits while you ride my cock," Todd ordered. "Tell me how much you like fucking my dick."

Happy to oblige, I cupped my breasts, bending to lick my erect nipples. "Your prick is so fucking big," I began, "Ohhhhhhhh, I love screwing your throbbing boner. I can feel it pulsing deep in my gut."

Showing surprising strength, Todd grabbed me around the waist and sat up, his cock buried deep in my twat. He rolled me over on my back, lifting up on his arms. In the classic missionary position, he proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me; his long deep strokes driving me insane. Varying his pace, he fucked me short and fast, long and slow, and every speed in between, my pussy rabid for his cock.

Surprising myself, I moaned, "I want to lick my pussy juice off your long, fat cock."

Clearly he liked the idea, withdrawing slowly from my box, the cool ocean breeze blowing straight up my gaping hole. He stood up, his pornographic dick extending lewdly from his skinny body. I knelt in front of him, determined to work more of his fabulous boner down my horny throat now that it was properly lubed.

I grabbed his shaft and pointed it at my open mouth, for the first time tasting my own sex juices. Massaging his balls, I forced inch after delicious inch down my face, able to tilt my head back slightly and allow an unobstructed path down my throat. As I worked an additional inch or two down my stretched hole, I felt his cock leak warm pre-cum. Pulling his dick from my mouth, I eagerly licked up his trickling flow, wanting to taste every drop.

Todd reinserted is dick and continued to fuck my abused mouth with reckless abandon. My jaw again aching, I withdrew his pecker and placed the well-lubed tool between my big tits. Pinching my boobs closed around his dick, I created a heavenly valley for his oversized cock to explore.

"Oh fuck," he grunted, "I've always wanted to fuck your big tits. Karin's tits are too small to really screw."

Finally, I thought, a first with which I could tempt this big stud. "So you like fucking my big tits, huh?"

"Lisa, it's unreal," he panted. "You look so sexy down there with my cock pounding between your big jugs, your tongue flicking the exposed knob."

More pre-cum escaped his piss slit and I lapped it up hungrily. While he fucked my tits, I diddled my burning clit, imagining his boner ball deep in my ass. No way, I thought. But fuck, if Karin could do it, I was going to give it a try.

"I want you to bend me over and fuck me like a dog," I whimpered, as I released my boobs, Todd's cock springing free, engorged and ready.

I dropped to all fours, wiggling my tight ass in Todd's direction. He immediately took control and worked his foot-long sausage into my box. With each new position, I was amazed at my ability to handle his massive tool; each successive stroke exploring previously unmapped new territory.

Feeling incredibly nasty, I turned my head to look Todd in the face, my tongue lustily licking my lips, "You wanna fuck my ass?"

He didn't need me to ask twice; removing his wet dick from my cunt, he positioned his swollen knob at my virgin backdoor. Grabbing my hips firmly, he bent to the task at hand, his cock slowly invading my tight bunghole.

With the first stabs of searing pain, I briefly reconsidered. 

"You're fucking tighter than Karin," Todd grunted, "Can you handle it?"

That's all the challenge I needed. Before I could chicken out, I leaned back hard, forcing Todd's huge prick up my ass.

"Oh my fucking god," I screamed, "Your cock is gonna rip me wide open." Even as the pain intensified, I leaned back harder, the last few inches of Todd's pipe disappearing down my poop chute.

While my ass adapted to his invading spear, I fingered my clit ferociously. Todd took slow deep strokes, the fire in my butt turning from pain to pleasure. 

"I worship your big cock, Todd," I mumbled, my body racked with orgasmic bliss. "I can't stop cumming."

Todd's pace accelerated as he fucked my ass viciously, his balls bouncing off my exposed pussy. I could feel his cock swell in my ass, his climax nearing.

Turning my head once again to face my incredible stud, our eyes locking, I purred, "You wanna cum in my face?"

Todd pulled his 12-inch weapon from my tortured ass and I spun to face his dripping rod.

"Right here, stud," I motioned, pointing at my outstretched tongue, my hand replacing his as I jerked his cock to glory.

With a deep, animalistic grunt, Todd's dick exploded, thick ropes of cum raining down on my face, in my hair, over my shoulder and down my back. I attacked his dribbling piss slit with my tongue, determined to taste every last drop of his salty seed. I had never swallowed cum before, but I craved his spooge like a heroin addict.

My belly full, his incredible tool finally deflating, I kissed his tummy and up his chest as I stood before him. We embraced, my tits squeezed between our bodies as he kissed me deeply on the mouth.

"Unreal," he exhaled.

"No," I replied, "Very real and very fucking hot."

We took a quick, refreshing dip in the ocean, my eyes still glued to Todd's behemoth dick. Even completely soft, it was at least eight-inches long, continuing to temp me with its breathtaking size. As we swam, Todd playfully caressed my boobs, enamored with my full breasts. Karin's small breasts would never hold sway over Todd again.

Again clothed, we headed back to the house. "What should we do about Paul and Karin?" Todd asked.

At this point, my plan was less clear. I originally assumed a few days of Todd's big prick would cure me of my lust for size, and I could return to my mundane life with Paul. But after the incredible sensations of this afternoon, I wasn't so sure. Henceforth, I was going to need a foot of cock to keep me happy. And not just every now and then, DAILY.

Opening the door to the crow's nest my problems were solved. A note on the table read, "Lisa & Todd – We are off to New York to seek fame and fortune; Karin as a designer and me as her agent. Good luck in your future endeavors – respectfully Karin and Paul."

"Wow," Todd bemoaned, "What do we do now?"

I didn't see how Karin could give up Todd's prime piece of meat for Paul's pathetic little hot dog. I guess she was just a glamour whore at heart. Not me, I smiled. I'm a grade-A cock slut. I undoubtedly won this swap meat, I thought to myself.

Dropping to my knees, I unzipped Todd's shorts, fishing his cock out once again, "I've got a few ideas."



Swap Meeting



Many thanks to floss83 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

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Almost everybody who knew Barnaby Grant would describe him with only one word: bastard.

They had to admit he was shrewd in business and a master at making deals where he would come out ahead. But even though it was exciting being around a shark, most of the people he dealt with eventually tried to stay as far away from him as they could unless it was absolutely necessary to see him.

His private life was almost nonexistent. He often attracted women, but after a few doses of humiliation from him, they were cured. He didn't seem to care, because his phone list was full of high-priced call girls who'd do any degrading thing he wanted for enough money. They hated him, too, but they were whores; so they came when he called.

Tonight he was with one of them whom he didn't see often, because she avoided him unless she really needed the money. Though he took her to a nice restaurant, he spent the dinner telling her about Mrs. Roberts, his executive secretary, and the various ways he humiliated her in front of the staff, her husband and even her children. "I know she hates me, and she knows she could run the business without me, but because one of her kids has a lot of medical bills, she's at my mercy," he told her. He laughed heartily, and the hooker, whose name he forgot except when he looked her up, tried to smile because that's what she was getting paid for.

Barnaby never took any of his call girls home. He didn't want them in his house, so he always rented a hotel room for the night. He wasn't cheap, and it was always an expensive hotel. But it could have been a cheap dive once he and the pretty woman closed the door, because he delighted in prying out the one sexual request that the woman found the most detestable, and then he would demand it -- and get it. He enjoyed it even more if they were crying or gagging or both while he did it to them or they did it for him.

It soon came down to that this night, and the hooker was in a rage. She was refusing, but he knew she'd come around. His game was to see how little it would cost to force her to do it, and he figured that if it cost nothing extra, he was the winner. He usually won.

"You are the most disgusting excuse for a human being that walks this Earth," the woman was saying. "I just wish there was a way that you could be on the receiving end one time. I wish you could be me, and I could be you, and you could feel how degrading it is to have sex with you."

Talk like this didn't bother Barnaby. He loved it. It turned him on even more, because he knew by the end of the evening, he would have his satisfaction and the woman would be hating herself.

"Oh yeah?" he replied. "How much do you wish it? Would you pray to God or Allah or whatever you pray to for that to happen?"

"Yes I would," said the woman vehemently. "I would give anything to make you take what you've been giving. You'd be a whimpering coward in no time. I think you're just a bully. You can hand it out, but you can't take it."

"Oh yeah?" he said again. "Maybe you can find yourself a genie. Or why don't you go out on the balcony and wish on a star. Just don't fall off." He began to laugh.

She got up and staggered to the glass door to the balcony in her slip and pulled it open. He yelled, "Hey, be careful. You've had a lot to drink."

Who is he telling to be careful? she thought. He just doesn't want to be bothered explaining my dead body to the police. She opened the balcony doors and stepped out. There were a lot of stars in the sky. Why not make a wish? I know this is stupid, but I'm going to do it anyway. I wish that I could trade places with Barnaby. I'd be the rich businessman, and he'd be the whore. Yes, yes, yes. I wish. I wish. I wish. Oh, was that a shooting star?

She began to laugh and the laugh turned into a cough. It's cold out here, she thought. I'm shivering. But a second ago it was a nice night. What happened? Something feels strange.

She walked back into the room and began laughing again. "Barnaby Grant, you're through," she yelled at him as she poured herself another strong drink. She knew she was going to need it to get through this night. "I just wished on a shooting star, and you're finished, you hear me," she said.

"Oh I am, am I?" he said. "I'm really scared. Before I'm all washed up though, come over here. We haven't finished talking about that little thing that I want you to do, and it's getting late. That thing might take a little time, because I want you to do it very slowly, so you really enjoy it."

"Ugh," she said and shuddered. Suddenly she was just as chilly in the room as she had been outside. And she felt strange inside, too. It was probably the booze or the fear of what she was going to do with Barnaby. She poured herself another drink and walked over to Barnaby. She may as well get this over with as soon as possible.

A couple of hours later, he was fast asleep, and she was curled up in a corner of the bed weeping. In her four years on the job, this was the most humiliating and disgusting night of them all. Even being stinking drunk and delirious hadn't helped. She was too worn out to get dressed. So she cried herself to sleep in a drunken haze, repeating softly, "I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish..."

It didn't take Barnaby long to realize something was wrong. He slept in the nude, and when he woke up, he saw right away that he had two breasts, a vagina and no penis. He knew he was dreaming, so he rolled over on his stomach and put his head on the pillow, waiting to wake up.

After a few minutes, he felt no different, so he decided to get up and see where the dream might take him. He found himself in the hotel room from last night, and everything looked the same except himself.

There was a piece of paper on the coffee table, and he picked it up and read the note scribbled on it.

"I don't understand what happened, but I have to get out of here before I go crazy. I'll be back." It wasn't signed.

He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the full-length mirror and saw that he had the body and face of last night's call girl, whose name he had forgotten. It was a nice body, he thought. The breasts were big but not the enormous ones he preferred. At least they weren't fake. The ass was small and round, just like he liked them, because the small ones hurt more when he penetrated them. She was in good shape, but then that's why she could charge so much. Her face was pretty good, too.

He wasn't in a bad mood, just a little impatient. This was quite a dream, but for some reason, he felt like he needed to wake up and get to work. There was a knock on the door. He looked around for some clothes, but his were missing. Then he saw that she had left hers there all over the bedroom floor. He put a towel around his waist and looked in the mirror and saw his breasts. He found the fancy white bathrobe and put it on and went to the door.

He pushed in right past him. He was him. Barnaby looked at the man. He was Barnaby, but this guy looked like Barnaby, and when he started talking, he sounded like himself. Weirder and weirder, he thought.

"Look," said the other Barnaby. "I am as puzzled and scared as you are. You are Barnaby, aren't you?" Barnaby nodded.

"Well, when I woke up early this morning, I was in your body, and I saw myself, you, lying on the bed next to me. I thought I was dreaming, but everything else was real. I started to put on my clothes and then realized that I looked like a transvestite, so I put on your clothes. I went back to my apartment and tried to figure out what to do. I still don't know, but if we work together, I'm sure we can come up with something. I don't believe in magic or anything, but this is something that's not natural. We've got to find a way to get our bodies back."

Barnaby listened. Some dream, he thought, but dream or not, he was Barnaby, and he didn't feel like changing his personality just because he was a woman.

"What are you talking about, bitch?" he said. "I'm going to work with you on what? Waking up? What's the idea of taking my clothes? Did you go into my wallet, too?" He looked around. "Where's my stuff?"

"I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to leave anything to be discovered here, so I took all your and my identification to my apartment. I figured we'd need it to work with when we go there later."

"I'm going nowhere," he said. "I'm staying right here until this dream is over. You're talking crazy. What the hell are you trying to pull on me?"

"You don't understand, we've got to get out of here, before anyone finds out," the other Barnaby said. "At least I do. I think you're making a mistake, but if you want to stay, I don't care. I'm leaving."

"You're going nowhere, bitch," Barnaby said and jumped at her. When she pushed him easily away, he found out that he didn't just have the hooker's curvy body, but also her woman's strength. And the other Barnaby had his well exercised body.

"Sorry, but I've got to go home now and think about this some more," said the other Barnaby. "My mind isn't working right. I'll come up with something and come back. You can't leave until I do." The man walked over and swept the hooker's clothes up from the floor into his arms, then rushed out the door.

A few hours later, the phone rang, and Barnaby picked it up. The voice was his. "I've told the hotel we're staying for a couple more days and my woman friend would be ordering room service," the voice said. "I'm working on this, and I'll see you tomorrow." The voice hung up and Barnaby slammed the phone down. He was getting tired of this dream. He spent the rest of the day eating, watching TV and drinking lots of booze. He thought of playing with his body, but decided that would be too spooky. He fell asleep in a drunken haze.

When he awoke the next morning, he was a little upset for the first time. This weird dream seemed to be going on a long time.

He ordered breakfast from room service and then took a shower. He put on the white robe. He thought about what he could do and what he should do, but he couldn't think of anything. He spent the day watching TV, eating, drinking and not thinking.

When there was a knock on the door around 8 p.m., he knew who it was, and he was even a little glad because it meant some variation from his boredom.

The other Barnaby went right to the closet. He was carrying some clothes. He hung up a couple of pieces and put the rest on the dresser. Then he cleared the meals that had accumulated on the round table and carried them out into the hall. He came back in and sat down at the table and said, "Sit down!" Barnaby grumbled but joined him.

"I spent the day with Mrs. Roberts," the man said.

"You did what? Why you little --"

"I was desperate. I couldn't keep going back to my apartment looking like you. I didn't know what to do, and I remembered you talking about her. Now, I don't have much time, because I'm going back to your office and working with her some more tonight. Thank goodness it's Friday. She agreed to work all weekend, but then she's used to that, isn't she?

"So if you want to hear everything I have to tell you, you need to shut up. If you start interrupting me, I'll just get up and leave. Is that understood? I'm not you, and I'm going to tell this in my own way, which means it may not be that logical, but you're going to listen anyway. When I'm done, I'll answer your questions."

Barnaby looked at the man and for the first time noticed he was wearing different clothes from the ones he had worn two days ago. They were his clothes. The man must have broken into his house. He began to get angry and started to say something but decided to be quiet for now.

"I went very slowly with Mrs. Roberts. At first, I pretended to be you. Boy is she frightened of you! She told me about the appointments you missed yesterday and had a list of people to call and your appointments for today. When I told her I didn't want to hear about any of that, she got really frightened. She thought I was playing one of your evil games with her.

"The more we talked, the more I thought to myself, I think I can trust her. Finally, I told her the story. Of course, she didn't believe me. She was trying to think of what trick you were pulling on her, so I told her she had my permission not to believe the story. She could think that I was hit by a car and it affected my brain, whatever worked for her. I offered to bring her here to meet you, but that really frightened her, so I dropped it.

"I remembered that you said she could easily run your business without you, and I told her that until I gave her other orders, that's what I expected her to do. I had to leave suddenly on business and won't be back for a couple of weeks is what she is telling everyone. Meanwhile, she will spend her time showing me what to do and teaching me how to be you. I had your address from your driver's license, and she told me how to get in your house without tripping the alarm."

"Why that --" Barnaby started to say and then he looked at the other Barnaby frowning at him and stopped.

"I went to your house and showered and put on some fresh clothes. You've got some place. It got me thinking more long term. Up to now, all I've been doing is trying to figure out how to survive in your hateful body. But I made myself a cup of coffee and sat at your kitchen table and thought hard for a couple of hours. I started writing things down. I'll read some of them to you now." The other Barnaby looked at the pad he had placed in front of himself.

"I decided my number one priority for now was you. No, I don't feel sorry for you, you sick prick, but you're in my body, and I have no idea how long this swap is going to last. I really don't believe in magic or anything supernatural, but I began thinking, what if something or someone was just teaching you a lesson and tomorrow or next week or next month, we would be swapped back? I couldn't have you wrecking my body before I got it back. So I'm going to take good care of you.

"That's why I brought you some of my clothes to wear. So you can get out of here."

There was a knock, and the man went to the door and opened it. A voluptuous woman wearing clothes too tight for her and heavy makeup walked in. "Barnaby, this is Tessy," said the man. "She's going to stay here with you for now.

"If you're like I am now, you're not going to change much. I feel like one of those men who say they are a woman trapped in a man's body. I'm still myself, and I'm not attracted to women. I did experiment already with your plumbing and found that I could make myself come with my hand -- even as confused as I am."

Barnaby now had his mouth open. He was absorbed in what the man was saying.

"Tessy is going to take care of me/you and make sure nothing happens to my body. She works for my friend, Tammy, who's a madam. I thought and thought of where I could bring you. Tammy believes in magic, and she totally got into my story. You can't stay here forever, and I can't trust you in my apartment. Tammy said she'd take you in if I paid your room and board. Mrs. Roberts showed me how to get access to your accounts, so that's not a problem.

"I see you're getting angry, but at this point that's the best I can come up with. I told Tammy to keep you happy until I could figure something better out. Some other girls are coming over tomorrow to take you over to Tammy's house.

"I'm not going to be seeing you for a while. I have to work on what I'm going to do with my apartment and bank accounts so they are safe in case I need them again. And I have to learn your business. But I'll be checking on you. I've got to go now. Any questions?"

A million things were racing through Barnaby's mind, but he couldn't put any of them in the form of a question. When nothing was forthcoming, the man got up and said, "Take good care of me, Tessy," and then rushed out. Barnaby looked up and saw the hooker was smiling at him.

If Tammy had any doubts, Barnaby's behavior soon convinced her that this wasn't her friend anymore but someone else in her body. He had finally realized that he had to at least temporarily deal with his new body, so he got over his astonishment and his real personality returned. He tyrannized her staff and found ways to humiliate and anger them. They went crying to the boss, but after she calmed them down, she told them they still had to take care of Barnaby.

Tammy lectured Barnaby, but he knew there wasn't much she could do. She told him that she thought of changing his name but decided that Barnaby could easily be a hooker name, so he would keep it. 

Since he couldn't do anything else, he spent a lot of time on sex. The girls quickly discovered he was a virgin, and wasn't about to let anything be put into him, so sex consisted of the girls doing him with their mouths. Tammy told them they had to take care of him, so he enjoyed trying to make them as unhappy as he could.

Six months went by, and one day Tammy called him to her office. She had a big smile on her face. With her was the other Barnaby. "I see they've been taking good care of you," he said. "Tammy has been telling me what you've been doing to her girls, and I've been getting an earful from everyone at your office and all the people you know. I haven't found one person who likes you.

"Anyway, I'm not here for long. I've just come to tell you that I decided to cut loose. I have a feeling our swap is permanent. At least I'm not going to worry about it anymore. So you can do whatever you want with my body, and I don't care. I'm going to take good care of yours.

"Tammy says you can stay here and work for her, or she will have some of the girls take you out of town to wherever you want. I've given her $500 for you to tide you over. You won't have my ID, because I'm keeping that, but there are low-paying jobs you can get without an ID. Be careful, because I have a really sexy body, and you don't have the street experience I have. But I don't really care what happens to you at this point. If it's bad, you more than deserve it. Goodbye Barnaby."

When she left, Tammy smiled at him and said, "There's no rush, Barnaby. I'll give you three days to think it over. Meanwhile, the girls are going to give you seminars. All of us grew up as girls, so we've been learning what it means to be a woman our whole lives. You look like us, but you have no idea of what that means, especially the dangers and how to protect yourself against them. The way you are now, I don't think you could last out there a week, so before you leave, they're going to teach about life as a woman.

"If you stay here, you've got to start earning your keep. Or else we'll get you on a bus so you can start a new life somewhere else. If you can't figure out where to go, we'll pick a place. If you can't make a decision in three days, you'll be on the bus the next morning. But I hope you will stay with us. I have a lot of great ideas for you that I've been talking over with the girls." She smiled, and Barnaby shuddered.

The next three days, there was no sex for Barnaby. Instead, every waking hour, there was talking. One by one, the girls came to his room and told them their stories, the many ways men had abused them, demeaned them and raped them. What he needed to be careful of. Why he should never walk down a deserted street alone, and why he had to watch out whenever he went out by himself after dark, even in a car. What it was like working for a boss who pressured employees for sex. How vulnerable a girl with no money was, especially if she was good looking.

Barnaby listened but didn't make up his mind, because was also afraid of what he would have to do if he stayed there. He remembered what he used to make his call girls do, and that scared him as much as the stories the women told him.




Swap Meeting



The fourth morning, he was eating breakfast when Tammy walked into the kitchen and said, "We're leaving for the bus terminal in half an hour."

"I'm staying," he said, and put his head down.

Tammy called him into her office after he finished breakfast.

"You realize things will be different from now on," she said. "You won't be giving orders anymore. I will, and the girls will, because you are the rookie. I don't think they are going to be nice to you because of what you've done to them.

"Today you start your first lessons. If you listen carefully, things will go easier for you. You're going to watch the girls in action, and they'll explain what they do and why. When you're ready, you'll have your debut. Afterwards, I'll tell you more. Here's Tessy."

Tessy was bulging out of a tight fitting exercise outfit and smiling a perky smile. She must despise him for some of the things he had done to her in the last six months, he figured, so he better be careful with her.

She took him by the hand as though he were her best friend. "First we're going to get you into some of your new gear and then we're going to work out," she said as she led him to his room.

He saw the room had been completely rearranged. Now it was no longer a guest room, but more like a dorm room. He saw the small closet stuffed with clothes, and Tessy pulled out a drawer that now had workout clothes and told him what to put on. He looked in the mirror when he was dressed and realized that if he saw himself jogging in that outfit, his mouth would be watering. That depressed him.

The small fitness room had a couple of treadmills and a handful of resistance machines. Tessy showed him how each worked and told him he'd be doing the treadmill for 45 minutes a day and the weights every third day. "The only thing Tammy is interested in is your ass and your boobs," she said, "so these machines and the squat rack are mostly just to build up your chest muscles so your breasts stick out further and your butt muscles to make your ass big and firm. We're going to take it easy today, but your diet is going to have lots of protein, and you're going to be working those machines hard by next week.

The fitness session lasted about an hour, and then Tessy brought him back to his bathroom, and he showered. When he came out, he saw she had picked out clothes and laid them on the bed. It was an expensive woman's business suit. The only thing that might not fit in with the female executive look were a sexy garter belt to be attached to the nylons, and the fact that there was no bra to wear under the tight white blouse beneath the suit jacket.

Tessy showed him how everything went on and then sat him down in front of his vanity and started handing him makeup materials. "I'm not going to do anything," she said, "except tell you what you need to learn to do by yourself. By next week, you don't want Tammy to see you without perfect makeup." After a lot of trial and error, she told him he looked good enough to go to the pump room. He was wobbling on his high heels. "You're lucky," Tessy said. "Those aren't very high. They're sensible business heels. In a week or two, you'll find it easy to walk on them."

The pump room was almost empty. There was a flat screen TV high on one wall, almost at the ceiling. It was on, but he couldn't see what was playing because the screen was at an odd angle, almost facing down. There was a recliner chair facing the TV and a stand next to it with a remote control and a small appliance. "This is a breast pump," she explained, pointing to the device. "You are going to learn to operate it yourself, but someone will check on you each day to make sure you pump for at least 60 minutes." She pulled a long tube away from the machine and showed him the suction cup and receptacle at the end of it.

"Take off your jacket and hang it up over there and then open all the buttons of your blouse and pull it open. I know it buttons the wrong way for you, but you'll get used to it. Now sit down here and take this suction cup in your hand. Put it on one of your nipples. Now turn on this switch here and watch.

"Do you see the pump sucking your nipple into it gently and then releasing it. You are going to suck each nipple for 30 minutes every morning. After you get started, you will recline the chair until you are horizontal. You'll be able to see the TV while you're lying down.

"You'll pump every morning and every evening. You won't notice much of anything at first. Your nipples might get sore a little, but that should go away quickly. It might take weeks, but eventually your cute round breasts are going to grow because the breast pump makes your body think it's pregnant and it's going to add fat to your breasts and start filling them with milk.

"Right now your breasts are the size of grapefruits and fit perfectly to your trim body and to your Miss Business Bitch role. But Tammy wants big eggplants that are long and wide and round at the bottom, because that's what most men prefer. They love to see lots of jiggle and floppy action. The breast pump may be slower than surgery, but it's natural, so you won't end up with huge balls on your chest that don't move.

"OK, now recline. After 30 minutes, you'll hear a bell. Remember to switch, because someone will be checking on you, and you don't want to be caught not following instructions. After that you won't be disturbed for a while, at least 30 minutes, and you may fall asleep. But try not to fall asleep the first few days, or you'll get pretty sore. I have to leave now, but I'll be back when you're done."

Barnaby watched his right nipple being sucked in and released for a few minutes and then got bored and turned his attention to the television set. When the bell went off, he switched nipples. He didn't feel anything except the gentle sucking. It wasn't uncomfortable.

When Tessy came back for him, she had him button his blouse again and put on the jacket. "Except when you're doing something that interferes with wearing your Miss Business Bitch outfit, you must wear it at all times," she said. "Sometimes costumers for the other girls or visitors will see you walking around and ask about you. That brings you more customers."

After a quick sandwich for lunch in the kitchen, Tessy led him to a room that looked like an expensive hotel room. "This is where you'll probably do most of your work," she said. "You're doing a quickie on your lunch break or having a secret rendezvous after work. You'll be the boss that the guy reports to, the one he hates. Somehow, he's managed to get you into this hotel room alone. It doesn't matter how.

"Some guys like things kinkier. They like their woman boss trapped in a red velvet room in a whorehouse or a cheap flophouse or being a waitress in a diner where there isn't even a bed, just a Formica counter. I'll be showing you all these rooms and a lot of others in the next few days. All the rooms are actually just six rooms, but we can change them quickly when we need to, so we have 19 rooms that I'll be explaining. But now we're going to the most important room, the peep room."

She led Barnaby into a large room with a bed in the middle and not much else. The only things unusual were the large holes in the walls, lots of them. Some were high -- there were even holes on the ceiling -- and some were low. There were holes in the corners and in the middle of each wall. Barnaby inspected one and saw it was deep, but too dark for him to see anything on the other side.

"We have a lot of clients who pay to watch other clients in action," said Tessy. "Of course, the only clients they see are our exhibitionists, who pay to have sex in this room while others are watching. Right now, it's pretty basic, but we can turn it into one of our 19 rooms fast when we need to. We also have other uses for it that I'll explain later.

"The rest of this afternoon you're going to be one of our watchers. Follow me. See this door down the hall from the peep room door? It leads to a passage that goes all around the room. We're going to sit down in chairs by two of the peepholes and watch some of the girls and their clients every afternoon, so you can see all the things they do.

"A client is due any second. Are you comfortable? Can you see through your hole OK? Good. Here they come."

The rest of the afternoon was spent watching three girls going one on one with clients. That was the only thing similar about the sessions. Tessy explained the details of what they were watching: straight sex, anal, sadism, masochism, oral, fetish, submission, domination and things so strange she didn't know the names for them. A few times, when the woman was really humiliated, Barnaby was turned on, but then he realized he looked more like the woman than the man and he was no longer excited.

By the end of the afternoon, he was exhausted. After dinner and a session in the pump room, he went to his room and fell into bed. Tessy woke him at 10 a.m. the next morning led him through a similar routine as the day before. Exercise -- only treadmill this time -- followed by breast pump, lunch, visiting a couple of more rooms and showing how they were used and then another afternoon watching the action in the peep room, followed this time by two more hours of watching after dinner and breast pumping.

The following day was Sunday, and nobody woke him up. When he got up and went to the kitchen, only Tammy was there. "Over here is your breakfast," she said. "Most of the girls have the day off today, but you have nowhere to go." She left the room.

He spent most of the day in his room watching television and trying not to let his mind think crazy thoughts.

The next morning Tessy was there shaking him at 10 a.m. again for another day of exercise, breast pumping, visiting new rooms and watching men do their thing to the girls. He felt something funny in his breasts for the first time that day, a tingling, but when he looked at them, he didn't see anything different.

On Tuesday, after the exercise and breast pumping, Tessy led him to the peep room and said, "Sit down on the bed for a second. I'll be right back." She closed the door behind her, and that's when he saw a man sitting in a chair in the corner of the room looking at him. Today the room was lit so brightly his eyes squinted, but he could see the man clearly enough to realize that he knew him.

"Hi Barnaby," man said. "I like your name. It's the weirdest whore name I've ever heard, but I once knew a guy named Barnaby. He was the only one I ever knew who was a bigger hardass than me." The man laughed a cruel laugh.

"That guy really screwed me over. He was all buddy buddy. We even used to hire expensive hookers together and see who could make them cry first. He was more brutal and cruel than I was, and I learned a lot from him. He was like my guru. I loved what he could do. But then he screwed me out of a lot of money, and I was so beaten down that I had to leave town. It took me a few years, but now I'm back, and I was looking for him because one of my goals was to pay him back.

"I found him, but he had sold his business and was retired. He wasn't making deals with anybody anymore, and there was no way I could get back at him. He was like a different guy and even seemed apologetic for what he did before. That made me angrier than ever.

"I'm telling you all this because when I found out Tammy had a virgin named Barnaby that she was selling, I couldn't help myself and bid way too much money in the auction. So even though I'm going to have a good time with you today, there's no way I'm going to get my money's worth, which makes me even angrier."

Barnaby was shaking. He gathered his wits and tried to become Barnaby, the real Barnaby, trapped inside this body. He realized that he had never changed. Even though the girls could make his new sex organs give him pleasure, he wasn't feminine. He was a man, and the aggressor. He didn't want sex with men, and he only enjoyed women when he was manipulating them.

"Just a minute," he said. "You can't touch me, because I'm still in training. I'll be watching you with someone else in the spy room."

"What spy room?" said the man. "I thought this was the video room. You're trying to play me, aren't you? They told me you would. You sure sound like some tough businesswomen I've met. They would never let me into their pants, so I'll be thinking of them, too. A businesswoman named Barnaby. Perfect."

Barnaby heard a click and saw that Tessy was back and was taking a key out of the door and putting it in her pocket. She was holding a video camera. "He's right," she said. "I told you we use this room for other things. It's also called the video room. Look."

Barnaby looked around and squinted in the lights, which seemed to be coming from everywhere. All the holes in the ceiling and high on the walls had either lights or cameras sticking out of them, and many of the holes lower down did, too. A sick feeling came over him, but he started to talk. As long as he was talking, nothing was going to happen, he thought, and maybe he could talk his way out of this. He had to try.

"No," he said to the man. "There's a misunderstanding. I'm supposed to go solo this week. They've been training me. But I'm not ready yet. I haven't had any real sex. I don't really know what to do. They have to give me some more training before I can take on someone like you."

He went on and on, barely taking a breath, trying to think of something, anything. He saw Tessy filming and glared at her. "I'm doing the close-ups today," she said, and those were her last words.

The man got up and laughed. He began talking, and Barnaby stopped. Let him talk, he thought, keep him talking. Keep the conversation going.

"You're good," the man said. "You sure don't look like a virgin, and I bet you aren't. They've probably tricked you up in some way. I think I may have been played, and that makes me angrier. But I think I'm going to enjoy my businesswoman anyway. Come over here."

"No," said Barnaby. "I'm telling you, you're making a big mistake. Tessy, go and find Tammy and tell her what's going on. She knows I'm not ready yet. This is wrong." Tessy kept filming him and didn't say a word. The man was undressing.

Now he was walking toward Barnaby. Barnaby tried to put the large bed between them, but the man walked around it. He began chasing Barnaby around the bed. He was bigger and faster than Barnaby, and Barnaby was wearing heels. It wasn't long before the man was able to grab Barnaby's jacket.

Barnaby reached his arms back and shrugged out of the jacket. He kept running around the bed. He couldn't think of anything else to do. He managed to kick off his shoes so he could run faster. The man reached forward and got a hand in front of him and grabbed his blouse, and as Barnaby kept running, it was ripped away from Barnaby's body.

The man stopped, and Barnaby ran to the opposite side of the bed and faced him. He was breathing hard. "They look too good," said the man, staring at his breasts. "I think Tammy cheated me again. She promised me natural, but they're too big and round to be real. I'm going to get some money back. What a bitch! She never cheated me before. I can't believe it." He made a lunge across the bed for Barnaby's breasts, but Barnaby dodged him.

Now there was more chasing around the bed, with the man's hands reaching out for the breasts. Barnaby leaned forward, and then realized his mistake. Leaning forward had caused his rear to stick out, and the man grabbed his skirt and was pulling him back. Barnaby pushed forward, and the skirt ripped away as he escaped. But then the man got hold of the elastic band on his panties, and his panties proved to be stronger than his skirt. With a yank, the man pulled Barnaby back far enough to get his other hand around Barnaby's chest and grab a breast. Then both breasts were covered by hands that were squeezing hard. Barnaby cried out.

"Well, I'll be," said the man. "They sure looked fake. Are you enjoying this, Barnaby? You fit my hands perfectly. He kept squeezing and letting go and Barnaby was blowing out from his mouth, trying to cope with the pain. He still had his back to the man, and now the man pushed one of his hands down across his stomach between his legs.

"I can't tell anything through all that hair," he said. "I better feel it when I stick my prick in." He pulled down on the elastic, and Barnaby's panties were at his ankles. Barnaby quickly stepped out of them and began running again. The man laughed and gave chase. He was sort of jogging behind the naked Barnaby. He seemed to be enjoying this and not in any hurry.

Then he grabbed Barnaby around the waist and lifted him off the ground. For a moment he held the squirming woman in the air and then he dropped her on her back on the bed. Barnaby bounced up and tried to scramble off, but the man had climbed on the bed after him and fell on top of him, knocking the wind out of Barnaby for a second.

The man just lay there with his face inches from Barnaby's. His evil grin made Barnaby's blood run cold, and he tried to move under him, but could only squirm a little. "You won't give up, will you, Barnaby," he said. "You are really acting up a storm for me, and I appreciate it. I'm really getting into this raping the virgin show. Owww."

With a huge effort, Barnaby had brought his knee up and thrust it as hard as he could into the man's balls. The man jumped up in pain, but when Barnaby tried to get out from under him, he slammed his body down on top again.

"You bitch!" he yelled. "If that's how real you want to play it, I'll play it just as real. I hope you're ready for some fun."

For a couple of minutes, he just lay there on top of Barnaby, his dead weight crushing the woman's body. Then, Barnaby felt him move his lower body. He was centering it, and then his legs pushed between Barnaby's and began pushing out so Barnaby's legs were spread wider and wider. Barnaby began to feel something pressing between his legs. It was the man's tool, but it was soft and spongy. He tried to move away from it, but the man was too heavy.

Then the man raised himself to his knees, and Barnaby saw his chance and grabbed one side of the bed and tried to pull himself away. But the man's giant hands now grabbed each of Barnaby's little ankles and yanked them into the air, pulling Barnaby's body back into the middle of the bed. When he looked up, the man's face was looking down at him from above, Barnaby's feet were high in the air and he felt the man's knees touching his buttocks.

"You're going great, Barnaby," he said. "Keep it going." Barnaby tried kicking at him, but the man just let the kicks move his hands while not letting go of the ankles. He laughed again. Barnaby saw Tessy moving around the bed, aiming the camera at his face sometimes and sometimes aiming it between his legs.

"Let's see what we can see," said the man as he pushed forward on the ankles, pushing Barnaby's legs back toward his shoulders. At the same time, the man pulled the legs wider apart. Barnaby's rear was lifted off the bed. He saw the man look down where his thighs were spread apart. "I think I see something in the middle of the hair," he said, "but I can't tell if you're a virgin or not. But I guess I couldn't really tell anyway unless you held still and I had a magnifying glass. So I may as well pretend you are and give you your first fucking." He looked at Barnaby's angry face and laughed. "Get ready, Barnaby," he said, "I'm going to screw your brains out."

As he said that, he dropped Barnaby's legs onto his shoulders. Barnaby's body fell back to the bed, but not for long. The man was pushing closer to him and now leaned forward, causing Barnaby's legs to go back. Further and further he leaned, pushing Barnaby's thighs back against his chest and raising his rear even higher in the air than before.




Swap Meeting



Then Barnaby felt something pushing between his legs again, but this time it wasn't soft and mushy. The man had recovered from Barnaby's knee and was now hard. Barnaby felt the man's pole pushing between his legs. There was pressure but nothing else. He could have been pushing into his belly. It didn't feel good but he could handle it. He braced himself because he figured the guy would start thrusting harder.

But he never did. "I wonder what you're thinking right now," the man said, breathing easily, pushing softly but steadily. "I'm thinking I want to make this last as long as possible so I can really feel it when I break into you."

Almost as soon as he said this, Barnaby felt the pain come. Something was giving between his legs and a second later, he felt the invasion. It felt like a knife pushed into his guts. The pain was incredible. His body began to shake as the man's long tool moved further and further inside him. He went in quickly for a moment after he burst through, but then the man slowed down again and Barnaby felt every inch of him entering and rubbing across the wound where the knife had torn him. He wasn't resisting at this point, just holding his breath and trying to ignore the pain.

At last the man was all in, and he laughed. "That felt great," he said. "Let's see what it feels like a little faster."

But he didn't just go a little faster. He wrenched his tool out of Barnaby lightning fast, and Barnaby screamed loudly. "That's what I want to hear," he said and pushed it all the way in just as quickly, causing another scream. "That's music to my ears."

He began pumping all the way in and pulling all the way out, fast at first, and then slowing down just a little. "I don't want to come too fast, Barnaby," he said. "I want to try lots of positions before I'm done with you.

"Tammy won't let me into your ass, because she told me a young sheik outbid me for that. I can't believe what he paid for you. I think she was lying. But I can do everything else I want."

Barnaby's insides were in agony. He began moving on the bed wildly, trying for any position that was less painful, but the man responded to every move. He was now pounding into his body, sending Barnaby's rear down to the mattress where the springs bounced it back up at the man. Sometimes the man was coming down when Barnaby's rear was coming up, and the collision was twice as hard. Barnaby felt like his entire insides were being shaken loose from his bones.

As he wiggled and squirmed wildly, he felt something change in the man's movements. They were becoming more irregular. "Oh no, you don't," said the man, and he slowed down. But Barnaby knew enough to move around even faster so the irregular movements of the man increased.

"You bitch!" he heard the man say, and then he repeated the phrase faster and faster as he began to speed up again and start pounding him into the bed once more. The pain was incredible, but Barnaby kept moving.

"You bitch, you bitch, you bitch, you bitch, you biiiiiitch." The man halted for a second and then slammed down hard and Barnaby felt something inside. The man was coming into him, and now he began pounding him hard again. But after half a minute, the man collapsed on him.

The man lay on him for what seemed like forever, and Barnaby saw Tessy put her camera down and start looking at her watch. After a while, she came over and tapped the man on the arm. "It's five minutes now," she said. "You must go."

The man growled, but he got up. He looked at Barnaby. "You've got some blood between your legs, Miss Business Bitch, but I know that can easily be faked. If this was your first time, you sure learned fast. You got me off way before I was done with you. But I'll be ready for your tricks next time."

He was dressing as he spoke. When he left the video room, Barnaby broke down and sobbed. Tessy didn't try to comfort him. She just took his hand and led him naked out the door. He saw Tammy and a few of the girls gathered outside the room watching as she slowly pulled him toward his room. He had trouble walking because each step caused pain between his legs. He looked at their faces and saw curiosity and excitement, but no sympathy. The bitches, he thought to himself.

When Tessy brought him back to his room, she washed the blood away that had matted in his bush and then spread his legs gently and inspected him. When she washed between his legs, she caused a burning that made him cry out, but after that she gently massaged the area with a cool cream.

"He didn't do much damage," she said, sitting down next to him. "Everything looks fine, and you should heal in a few days. Now that you've done your debut, you're going to get a lot of orgasms. It's part of the plan.

"From what we've observed since you've been here, your personality hasn't changed. You really are a man inside a woman's body, and you interact with us like a man, with no femininity at all. Your brain desires male satisfaction, not the pleasure that a woman can receive from a loving man.

"But that doesn't mean you won't have orgasms. Your mind may not be in it, but we've found that your body responds pretty much like normal. So as soon as you are healed enough -- I figure in about two days -- you are going to be overdosed on sex.

"Starting today, you aren't going to be alone, because right now you're a bit out of control. We're going to move a cot in here, and one of us will sleep next to you.

"The girls and I are going to take turns coming in here and seeing who can get you off the fastest and the hardest. We're only going to use our mouths and fingers at first -- yes, our fingers will fit inside you easily now, and you'll be amazed at how much you lubricate when we lick your clitoris. 

"We're going to do a lot of teasing and training. The idea will be to build up your sex drive, so you go from getting used to it to responding to it to craving it and eventually to being so addicted that you have to get it or you'll be bouncing off the walls.

"Look at your breasts. They are starting to respond to the pump. Can you see that your nipples are a little bigger now and the breasts are a little rounder with the additional fat that's going into them? Your chest is also pushing them out further because of the exercises that are building it up.

"I also noticed that your panties are really getting tight as your butt muscles are getting bigger. We're going to have to change your size pretty soon.

"The breast and butt enlargement is for the clients, and so is your sex addiction. It will be used to get you to perform tricks of all kinds. After a few days of fingers and tongues, we'll start to introduce dildos, the kind that look and feel just like the real thing. They won't be large because we want you to stay as tight as possible. The men enjoy stretching a new girl.

"At first, we'll use our tongues along with the dildos, because you'll hate them, especially in your brain. But once we've trained your body to accept them, we'll stop licking, and soon your body will be responding to the dildos by themselves.

"We'll work on one position at a time, getting you stimulated, stopping and starting again until you are almost out of your mind with lust. Then we'll give you huge orgasms in each position. Then it's on to the next position. You'll learn to get off in all the normal ways and even some unusual ones.

"A lot of our customers enjoy seeing our girls go crazy with lust and get off by having the girls use them as objects. Before you have an appointment with one of these guys, you'll be deprived of orgasms for at least a day, so when you are told, for instance, to squat on his dick, facing away from him and toward a mirror and use just your ass to slam up and down on him to get yourself off, you'll be eager to do it. If you don't, the punishment will be no satisfaction for several more days until you'll be out of your mind in desperation for an orgasm. You'll even be restrained on your bed so you can't use your own fingers. Of course, while you're being deprived, you'll still be able to work on customers with your mouth and fingers and ass -- everything except your pussy.

"After one of these punishments, you'll learn that you better take advantage of every chance to get off, even when you're with a repulsive customer."

"If I'm right about your mind, you're going to hate every minute of sex with men. You'll like it when the girls work on you, because it will be similar to being masturbated by a woman. But when men use you, you will be disgusted and repelled. At the same time, you won't be able to control your body's need for orgasms once we've conditioned it. So while you're using a customer to relieve your desperate body, you'll feel totally demeaned and humiliated, especially when you have that wild orgasm for him.

"The sex conditioning is Tammy's way of keeping you in line without any kind of threats or physical violence. She doesn't believe in that, and you don't have to worry about customers slapping you around. It may happen occasionally with a new client, but they all know that any violence will result in their being forcibly pulled off, paddled on the nuts and expelled from here forever, so there's seldom any trouble.

"Of course, they're allowed to toss you around on the bed and pound you as hard as they want in whatever uncomfortable position they like. Anal will be the worst, for you especially. None of us likes it. You have no idea what these guys can figure out to wreck a woman's ass. You soon will, because once you are healed from your debut and begin the sexing up training, you'll do your anal debut. It will be a surprise, just like your defloration.

"While your ass is healing, we can continue to work on your sex drive in front. You'll be amazed at how you can be hurting so bad in your ass that you want to scream and still respond to our training with huge orgasms. OK, that's enough for today. Get some sleep and rest. You'll take your meals in your room today and tomorrow. Tammy will talk to you tomorrow."

The next morning, Tammy walked in with Tessy. Tammy sat down next to his bed, and Tessy sat on the bed next to where he was lying.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," said Tammy. "Please do it now, or I'll send for some help to do it for you. That will probably hurt. That's it. Now stick it out further and listen as Tessy wraps you.

"She's curling your tongue around itself into a tight little bundle and wrapping some bandage tape around it a few times to hold it like that. Now she's attaching a little weight to the bandage wrapping that will hang down from it. It's not heavy, just a few ounces. There, now you can go, Tessy.

"How does that feel? Yes, you won't be able to pull your tongue back in your mouth. It will hang out there all day and while you're sleeping at night. When you eat, we'll take off the wrap and the weight, and after you finish, we'll wrap you up again. I'll tell you why in a few minutes.

"Do you want to lie down while I talk or would you rather sit in the other chair?" she asked. He pulled himself up and slid painfully off the bed and sat down facing her, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Yesterday was a huge success," she said with a smile. "The girls who were able to watch you were so excited by your performance that some of them worked themselves to orgasms with their fingers while sitting at the spy holes. A few others paired off right afterward and rushed off to their rooms to get relief. The rest of the girls can't wait until the video is ready. You made a big impression.

"I know Tessy told you about what's going to happen to you for the next few weeks, so I'm going to give you the big picture now.

"It cost my friend a lot of money for me to take extra good care of her body for the last six months, especially since you weren't cooperating. Most of the money went to the girls who had to put up with you. Even if you work seven days a week and 14 hours a day, it would take you more than three years to work off what you owe me, but that would destroy you. So it will be a lot longer than that before you pay your debt. 

"I told my friend if you decided stay here, I would refund all her money as you paid me back. It's going to take a long time, because in addition to 50 per cent of what your customers pay you, you will have to pay me for room and board. Usually, the tips are all yours, but they are also going to me until you're paid up.

"Because of your looks, we're going to start you out as our high-priced snob girl, Miss Business Bitch. Your story is that you were born wealthy and had a lot of servants, whom you abused. You were cruel and haughty, but your father lost all his money. A friend of your father's hired you for his business, and you did well because of your looks and because you were unscrupulous and didn't care how many customers or employees you hurt and humiliated to get your way. Sound familiar?

"But Miss Business Bitch made some mistakes, too. Even though you made a lot of money, you spent it on yourself so fast that you borrowed from everyone and never paid them back until you finally made a mistake and borrowed from someone who was a dangerous man. He told you that if you didn't pay him back, he would disfigure you. You told him you had no way to pay him, and he brought you here against your will, and you will have to work here until you can pay him what you owe. You are angry and hate men. You prefer women. You don't want to be with clients and are here against your will, but you can't leave because of what he would do to you.

"I like the story, because it lets you be as nasty and uncooperative as you want to be in your role. You don't have to pretend to have a different personality. If you want, you can even tell the clients your real story, and they'll have a great laugh.

"When I saw how you fought against your first customer, I decided that your specialty will be gladiator. Some men pay extra for women who fight them like wildcats. They especially love to humiliate women like Miss Business Bitch. The more angry and disgusted the women are and the more they resist, the better they like it. Usually, our girls have to act these kinds of roles, but you won't have to.

"If they find something you really can't stand, some men will come back again and again to make you do it. But you know that. Often, the things they want the women to do are the very things that they are most frightened of. You can expect to be eating out a lot of dirty assholes, because my friend told me that's what you made her do.

"That's what the tongue trainer is for. After a few days of wrapping your tongue, you'll practice curling it around yourself. You probably won't get it right away, so we'll have to wrap it up again, but eventually you should be able to curl it around as tight as it is right now and keep it that way.

"The little weight at the end is to make your tongue longer. It will start stretching the tissue inside your mouth, and then we'll up the weight just a little. We don't want to tear any muscles, but we want to gradually get your tongue out so far that you can match any dog. And you'll be able to curl it around so tightly that it's as hard as a penis.

"You'll practice doing things with your tongue, like pushing buttons and switches on and off and pushing heavy weights across a table.

"When you've completed that test, you'll be ready for your first performance. You'll be pushing your new, long, tightly wrapped tongue deep inside a lot of anuses, both women and men. We'll show customers that no matter how tight someone holds his or her anal muscles, your tongue will still be able to get in.

"And once you're inside, you're going to give special prostate massages with your talented dancing tongue. You'll learn how to find the special place inside men and pleasure them, because the sooner they get off, the sooner you can pull your tongue out of their smelly holes.

"It doesn't matter if you resist, either. If you just lie there, these men accept that as a challenge and won't stop tormenting your body until they get a response that tells them they succeeded in hurting you. Of course, you know, we don't allow certain kinds of violence, like hitting, kicking, biting, pinching, gouging, maiming and breaking bones, but otherwise they can do what they want. After you taste some of the pain they inflict, you may decide you'd prefer to use your specially trained tongue in their assholes.

"For the clients who like to rape women that fight back, you'll earn bonuses for the number of minutes you can keep these customers from getting into your mouth, vagina or ass. And if you can keep them out for their entire half-hour session, you'll get an even larger bonus. I think you'll provide some epic battles that we can sell to our website customers.

"Your body looks great, and as Tessy told you, we're going to make sure it stays that way with the diet and exercise program. We're already seeing some good results with your boobs and butt. In a few months, you'll look at yourself sideways in the mirror, and you'll look so top heavy that you might fall over, except for being balanced by a big, round butt sticking out in the other direction.

"Of course, in a few years, those boobs and ass will start to sag a little, so your sexy businesswoman role will be over. You'll meet a new clientele, guys who can't afford as much. Usually their bodies are bigger and smellier, too.

"And then we're going to breed you. We'll start with a really randy midget who's a good customer. This midget is as shrewd as he is horny. He'll try to jump up behind you to unhook your bra. By then your boobs will be huge, and once they are loose, it will be harder for you to manoeuvre.

"Then he runs at you like a bull. If your giant swinging breasts slow you down when you try to dodge him, he'll charge into your stomach and knock the wind out of you long enough to jump on top of you and cram his dick inside. He comes fast. When he does, we'll elevate your feet for 10 minutes or so. Did I say, the match takes place while you're ovulating?

"If the first time doesn't work, you'll get to take the midget on again. Eventually you'll be bred, and then you'll meet the pregnancy fetish guys. The bigger you are, the better they like it. After a few months, it will only be anal for you, because we don't want to hurt the foetus.

"For the birth, we pad the video room with soft foam on the walls and floor and put you in there with the close-up camera girl and a nurse to watch that you don't harm the baby. We're not going to give you any information on what to do, because it's more fun watching you trying to figure it out. I'm sure you're going to hate anal, but that will be nothing compared to what you'll feel when that baby wants to get out. If all goes well, the video of you giving birth will last a long time with lots of screaming on the soundtrack.

"The baby will be put up for adoption. The reason we breed you first with a midget is that we want the baby to be as small as possible. We want you stretched but not torn.

"When you've recovered, we'll check you out and see what the baby did. Then we'll get you started on making videos for fisting fetish sites with some of our girls who have smaller hands. Your asshole will be stretched a little during birth, and we'll work on getting their hands into that, too. And the pregnancy should make your breasts even bigger and heavier. If we can get them large enough, some fetish sites pay for all kinds of kinky sex that include flopping, twisting, pulling and squeezing. Your days will be full of variety.

"Then we'll breed you again, with someone a little bigger than the midget. We'll slowly work you up to some really big men whose babies are giants. We want your holes to gradually open so wide they can accommodate two hands or maybe even three.