1 comments/ 7643 views/ 0 favorites Downloading By: Maverick6 It happened at the sales meeting, the annual field trip the company made to some resort destination for the ostensible purpose of bringing the far-flung national sales reps together for a week of conferences and presentations where new products were rolled out and new strategies were discussed. Much as they tried to make it sound like a professional development opportunity, those who knew better—and almost everyone did—realized the sales meeting was nothing more than an all-expense paid junket for people who didn't need any more expenses paid anyway. It was, however, an opportunity for many of the managers to attend, at least for a couple of days, to give presentations on their departments and bring the ignorant sales force up to speed on what it took to make the wild promises they made to customers a reality. Which is how Linda, our I.T. manager, got there. Space was also reserved for a handful of other employees to attend just to experience the event and hopefully come away with a greater appreciation of the togetherness and camaraderie the executive staff sought to instill in everyone. One team, one fight...for a week, at least. After that it was back to everyone's little single-man foxholes to wage their own personal battles they fought daily, often against each other...all in the name of togetherness. Which explains how I got to be there. Linda was a long and tall woman with a rail thin, freckled body, a tight, tiny butt and petite breasts. She had dazzling blue eyes, short blonde hair, and long, spiny fingers. She was a type A personality, always on the go, always doing something and staying busy. She walked fast and spoke intelligently and had a good sense of humor. She wore fashionable clothes that always fit her perfectly, and occasionally wore some outfit that hinted to a playful side. She was married to an executive who spent long hours at the office and they relaxed in the evenings with a glass of wine on the patio. It was during a group dinner that we sat together and I watched her down glasses of white wine without much of a care. We were seated at a table with three other sales people, none of whom we really knew, nor had any desire to get to know any better, and so we ended up consumed with each other, chatting back and forth and exchanging funny stories to lighten the atmosphere while the company president and VP of sales worked the room visiting tables and making sure everyone was having fun in their little utopia of togetherness. Linda was quite tipsy by the time the dinner was over and she looked like she might have some trouble getting back up to her room on the hotel's eighth floor. My room was on the floor below, but I stayed with her in the elevator, continuing to her floor. As I expected, she hit the wall just as the doors opened and nearly collapsed out into the hallway. I scooped her up and she regained her balance and composure, looking a little embarrassed that she'd fallen into my arms like that, but I assured her it was no problem and I would help her to her room. By the time we stumbled to her door, she was out of it again, and hung over my shoulder with her face in my neck. The feel of her warm breath on my neck was giving me a hard-on, but I tried to contain myself. Things got really interesting when I asked her where her room key was and she mumbled something about it being in a pocket. Linda had worn a skirt to dinner, a black knee-length loose-fitting number matched with a pair of black pumps. Her tanned, freckled legs were bare. I knew there wasn't a pocket in the skirt, and the only other place was on her chest. The white button-down blouse had a pocket on the left breast and I peered over to see the key card sticking out. I gingerly reached over to extract it, being careful to avoid groping her, but she suddenly moved on me and my hand swiped smoothly across the whole of her chest, clearly feeling the fullness of each breast tucked under an equally soft and smooth satin bra. She was grinning as she looked at me and I knew she'd done it on purpose. I felt her hand move to the bulge in my pants and I heard her purr softly as she gauged my size and firmness. I turned my head to see if anyone else was coming down the hallway, unsure of what was going on. "What are you doing?" I finally asked her with a chuckle, half expecting this to be some kind of wild joke and people were going to come running up the hallway any second shouting, "Surprise!" "I think I need someone to help me into bed," she replied, looking at me with that grin again. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and see her dancing pupils and realized she was totally tanked. It was doubtful she'd remember any of this in the morning. Without further delay I got my fingers on the key card, swiped it, and led her into the room, closing and locking the door behind us. Linda could barely stand and I was losing my hold on her, but I managed to steer her toward a nearby dresser before we both collapsed. She braced herself with both hands on top of the dresser and pushed her butt towards me until she felt herself against my hips and groin. She ground herself unashamedly against me, feeling my bulge and purring again. My hands reached down and hiked up the skirt, pulling it over her rump. My thumbs hooked onto the strings of her bikini panties and slipped then off her hips, over the curve of her sweet ass and let them drop to the floor. I wrestled with my own pants and pulled out my manhood, by now fully erect and throbbing with anticipation, and slowly sunk it into her warm, wet, tender flesh. Linda was ripe with anticipation and moist with eagerness. She let out a gasp as the thick inches pressed into her. I looked down and saw that tight, tiny ass dotted with freckles and watched my cock squeeze into her vagina. Tight and tiny as that ass was, it looked like I was seriously stretching her open, but she was wet and smooth and inviting and had no problem taking me inside. We fucked fervently but patiently. The pale flesh of her butt was cool against my abdomen, contrasting starkly to the heat of her pussy just inches away. I felt her losing the strength to hold herself up and I swung an arm under her to support her while leaning over to smell the delicate scent of her hair and perfume. I reached around and gently fondled her breasts within the bra, loosening a couple of buttons on her blouse to allow my fingers to mingle over her smooth skin. She grunted and gasped as I thrust harder and deeper. The position we were in was becoming uncomfortable, but I continued to grind against her, feeling her cum wetting my shaft and dripping off my balls. The inside of her thighs were slick with her wetness and her whole body shook with each thrust. Her arms regained some strength, long enough for me to reposition my hands to her hips and hold her firmly as I drew back and delivered long, deep strokes that made her shudder and groan with pleasure. I reached up and grasped her shoulder, using her body for leverage to drive hard and fast now, feeling her knees buckle under the intensity. Linda tried to widen her stance for better balance and stumbled in the heels, threatening to slip off me, but not before I hauled her up and turned her toward the bed, where we collapsed face-down on top of each other. She spread her legs as much as she could with her pretty little black panties still stuck around her ankles and thrust her hips back to raise her delicious ass off the bed and give me room to thrust. Holding myself up with my hands along either side of her and my legs splayed alongside hers, I resumed my tumultuous fucking, driving hard, fast, and deep into her delicate flower so warm, juicy, and pleasing. I watched as she struggled to breathe between grunts and gasps, balling the bedspread up into her fists, her body tightening like a twisted rubber band as her orgasm racked her body in a shuddering wave of delight that left her licking her lips and panting like a well-exercised dog. Her face was flush with exhaustion, a shimmering sheen of perspiration along her forehead which was wrinkled in agony now as she reeled from the hard, thick pounding. She didn't have much left, I could tell, and I knew I needed to come soon before she faded. Sweat dripped off my forehead and chin and stained the thin silken fabric of her light and airy blouse as I focused my attention on watching myself fuck her, relishing in the visual of seeing my erection sliding in and out past that heart-shaped rump, glistening with her cum, growing stronger, harder, thicker, deeper.... Linda finally passed out moments before I reached orgasm. She lay limp and motionless, face-down on the bed as I drained my balls into her, thrusting forward with each intense wave of my climax such that her body and the bed shook. Seeing as she wasn't going anywhere, I lingered inside her until my erection faded and I slipped out. I went straight into the shower, washed our sex away, and stepped out, returning to the bedside where she still lay unconscious. I realized I couldn't leave her like this, skirt balled up at her waist, panties down around her ankles, the overflow of my orgasm slowly draining onto the bedspread. So I turned her over and pulled her up toward the pillows, gently laying her head to the side. I left the skirt up and the panties down and positioned her hands, one on her chest and one on her pubic bone just above the delicate wisp of hair with a gentle whorl that sat atop her now red and swollen folds. Carpet matched the curtains, I noticed. Very nice. I cleaned her up a bit and made sure she was safely breathing before taking a step back. I almost felt like a pervert, pausing to pose a victim, but nonetheless I took a moment to admire her freckled skin, her hair tossed and messed from our shameless lust, the loose blouse hanging seductively off her chest and breasts, the outline of her bra just barely visible beneath. With any luck she'd wake up with a hell of a headache and no memory of what had happened. She'd find herself sprawled on the bed and hopefully assume she'd passed out while masturbating. Unless, of course, she didn't do that kind of thing, in which case she'd be hard-pressed to explain why she lay in bed with her undies around her ankles. I made sure to leave her key card on the dresser, between the dual hand prints she'd left that I considered wiping away, but decided not to. I opened the door, peered out to make sure no one was coming, and left. I waited for the elevator and was surprised to see the company president in the car when the doors opened. I hesitated, worried that he might somehow see through me and instantly know that I'd just boned his I.T. manager, but one look at his face told me he was not riding on an even keel, himself. We rode the elevator together for the short ride to my floor, chatting absent-mindedly about trivial things. As the car rumbled to a stop, the bell dinged, and the doors spread apart, he made his parting comment. "I like these meetings where people can get together and get to know each other better. Isn't this a great conference so far?" I chuckled lightly, thinking of the woman whom I'd just left. "More than you know, sir. More than you know." Downloading a New You Setup; Looking over the town from Watch Hill was one of the things that gave Sherriff Dale the most satisfaction. With his wife and daughters at the spa for two weeks, he was free to run his own life. Knowing it was his town, his people, always gave him a rush. He chuckled at the thought of the times it had almost slipped away, but in the end, he got it the way he liked it. Like six months ago when the new deputy was installed. He didn't want a deputy. But when they appointed a woman, he was even more annoyed. But the bitch was hot. Brown hair, nice firm tits and lips that just begged to have a cock between them. He knew from the start that she was going to be his new girl. He had a nice mistress downtown, but there is always room for another. Sue was a great fuck, but a bit simple minded. Amanda was the perfect woman. So the new deputy could stay, as long as she knew her place. And her place required kneepads. Problem was, she didn't. She thought that she was their equal! As if a bitch could equal a real man in this job. And she showed no interest in playing along, even threatening to tell her hotshot brother if we got out of line. So we decided to help her understand her position in life. Luring her to the warehouse had been easy, and with the help of a little chloroform, she was soon decked out for fun. Handcuffs to the bed frame, the ball gag firmly in place, a pair of scissors, and she was open for business. He smiled when he thought of her eyes when she woke up with no control, she was just laid out like the fuck toy she was, wild-eyed and writhing. We didn't waste any time, he thought. The two of us started with her pussy and did it up. At some level she knew it was me, but the shock of seeing my teenage son Jeff drop his pants, lube her ass and fuck her without any expression took the life out of her. She stopped fighting and just lay there. When Sue joined us, Amanda was already unfocused. Of course, that's what we wanted, so we took the gag out and started her lips up. Damn that was hot. She knew how to suck cock alright. Down deep, nice suction as she came up, lips sealed over the head, and the tongue lapping at the base. Each of us came into that soft, warm mouth. Not in the throat. No, we wanted her to taste each of us before her belly was filled with cum. So we came in her mouth and then forcing her to swallow. When we left her four hours later, she was barely conscious. She was on her back with cum leaking from every hole, mixed with drool as her eyes tried to focus. And of course I explained that this would be happening a lot. She was never to refuse sex to any of us. That included Sue. And if she did, we would restart our little training sessions. We unlocked the cuffs and left her there. She quit two days later without a word. She left a note on my desk resigning. Rumor had it she had told Judge Swan about it, but of course Swan knew better than to fuck with me. So she left, without another whisper. But it had been a great fuck and all of us enjoyed ourselves. Well, Amanda didn't look happy but even Sue enjoyed playing with those tits and pussy. Ahh, the good old days. A stretch limo came around the side of Whittner Hill. Well finally, my wife Jill, my daughters Jillian and Beth had arrived back from the Spa. Winning that trip was the highlight of my wife's year. And transportation in that limo as well. An all expenses paid trip to a diet and health clinic. Jill was ok. She was a few pounds over and certainly not as busty as Sue, but a decent enough wife. She was undemanding and grateful.But, it was time to get home and see what they had done. Sheriff Dale drove down to his house. He pulled up and got out. The limo was still parked in front, the driver no doubt helping Jill with her bags. He opened the door and went into the house. The first thing he saw was his wife, but not the wife he knew. She was in clothes that could only be described as slut-ware and her makeup was out and out nasty. And her lips! Big and full and upturned in the middle. But then a pinprick in his neck and the last thing he saw that day was a smiling man, with a dart gun as it went dark. "I see you are awake, finally." The voice was deep and soothing but snapped Dale awake like a shot. "Who are you?" he snapped with the full authority of the sheriff. "Why am I tied up?" "What do you want?" He glared across the room at the man sitting in his chair and the blond woman next to him. Glancing around, he could see he was tied to a chair, but a strange chair. And naked, not a stitch on him. But that didn't make him any less bold. "I am going to beat the shit out of you when I get loose". The man smiled again. So did the woman. For the first time, a flicker of recognition started. "Amanda?" She grinned widely. "I changed my hair, Sherriff. Don't blonds have more fun?" she giggled. "I certainly had a lot of fun the last time we were together." Dale could see her expression harden when she continued "And I've had six months of therapy and I still can't touch a man without revulsion. You sonofabitch, you destroyed my life!" Her voice was now almost a shriek. "You, your fucking son Jeff and that stupid cunt Sue all had your fun. And your damn town judge protected you. Well not now, asshole, its payback time!" "Calm yourself, Amanda." The sitting man put his hand gently on Amanda's. Again his voice soothed. "Soon you will have what you want and Sherriff Dale will have.... Well let's just say a new 'lifestyle'." Amanda relaxed a bit, finally smiling. "You are right, Scott. We almost have what we want." With that she turned and started to leave. At the door she paused, turned and looked at Scott. "I am so lucky to have a brother like you." she said, and went out into the living room. "Brother?" Sherriff Dale thought. Oh crap, the bitch got her big shot brother. What did he do? How did he get in? "You are probably wondering what is going to happen now, Sherriff Dale." he started. "Amanda and I have planned this out for 2 months and I'm afraid that at this point, there is not much you can do. But before we start your 'training', I need to explain who I am and what I do." "But first, a little demo would be in order. Jill would you come in and join us?" He was practically purring at the end. My wife walked in topless and without a pause, glanced at me and sat down right next to Scott. Now that she was sitting, I got my first good look. The changes were huge. Her lips had been plumped out so that the bright red lipstick made them stand out. And the facelift had taken 10 years off her face. She had dropped that extra 20 lbs, and had a nice pronounced ass. But the most amazing sight was her D-Cup tits. They had no sag! They just stuck straight out with her obvious nipples at the end. And those nipples were standing straight out in a point. Looking closely, I could the tattoo marks where they had been enlarged. Her cigarette was in her hand and she put it between those lips and took a deep drag, letting it out in a slow, sexy stream. Jill was obviously unconcerned with my gaze. "Do you like what I've done with your wife? " he smiled as he continued. "She has been a very naughty girl lately, and you are about to see how naughty." He looked at Jill. "Suck and Share, bitch." he commanded and without pause, Jill stubbed her cigarette and reached for his zipper. She unzipped his pants and took his cock out. Making an "o" with her lips, she plunged down on his cock. I could see steaks of lipstick on his shaft, as my wife bobbed up and down, looking into his eyes the whole time. One hand wrapped around his cock, the other, playing with her own tit. She hummed as she stuck it deeper and deeper, fondling his balls while she slurped. He looked at me and then back at Jill. "Your husband isn't enjoying this, babe. Why don't you turn sideways a bit so he can see the whole thing." And without stopping, Jill turned her head so I could see the whole thing. Now her eyes were on me as she sucked. She took a quick break to tongue his balls and head, then dropped back on. He was grunting now, each stroke clearly working. He looked down. "I'm ready bitch, get ready, set cummmmmmm!". My wife stopped her bobbing and pulled back until just the head was in her lips. I could see the pulsing of his cock as his cum filled her mouth. He held her there for a few seconds, then relaxed as she gently pumped the last with her hands. "Now share with your husband." She turned to me and with a little smile on her face, leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. I could see cum leaking from the corners of her mouth. I tried to keep my lips together, but my jaw dropped in surprise, and she took that instant to spit, shoving his salty cum into my mouth! "Agggghhhhhh!" I screamed as it flooded me. "what the fuck are you doing?" She pulled back as my head jerked, but her hands held my chin. Then she down looked at me and smiled. Standing up, she walked back to her chair and took out a cigarette. Lighting it, she took a deep drag. Her eyes half closed in obvious pleasure. When she opened them, she smiled at me again. "Soon, you will think that is the best taste in the world honey." Scott stood up and took her elbow. He guided her back to the kitchen. "I need a moment with your husband. Or at least your former husband." "Did you ever wonder where the US gets it's most aggressive soldiers and spies? Let's face it; the average man is just not that brave or crazy. So a few years ago, I worked with a classified project that allowed us to download one mans personality into another. This made it possible for us to find one superbly trained and conditioned soldier, and if you will, 'graft' his personality onto someone else. Now we had two super soldiers. And the 'host' was aware of the graft, just powerless to do anything about it. They said it felt like a prison inside their head. They had no control over their body, but they could see and hear and feel everything. " "But it was only temporary. Or so we thought. In three weeks, the personality of the original man leaked through. Over time, the host got control. But odd aspects of the grafted personally stayed. So where the original personality might have been a bit lazy, the new one might be more into fitness. So some parts of the graft became permanent parts of the host." "So we tried the obvious. We downloaded multiple times. And each time, less and less of the host's original personality was regained. At one point, we downloaded someone 4 times and their original personality never did re-emerge. The army, as you can imagine, was thrilled. Now we could produce super soldiers on demand." "As part of the test, we downloaded a blank into a man. To our surprise, his original personality was wiped. It never came back. Apparently as long as there was something to hold on to, the original could maintain 'self'. But without that anchor, the original just drifted off. Sad, but not without its uses. We had to download a whole new personality to keep that body alive." "So what does this mean to you? He leaned back and chuckled. "When Amanda asked for my help, she wanted revenge. And frankly, I had decided to retire from research myself. So over a couple of shots, we came up with a plan. You are a big part of that. So to begin, I need you to fuck someone. Jillian, can you come in?" Dale's daughter strode into the room. But not the sweet 22 year old that left for the spa. This was a swanky slut. Cigarette in her lips, tits sticking out under a cut off t-shirt, she walked with hips swaying and a nasty grin. "Is he ready for me?" she laughed, and popped her t-shirt off, exposing her tits. Each tit now sported a nipple ring and as she stripped off her panties, pierced clit as well. She dropped to her knees in front of Dale and looked up. Shock rolled through Dale. "Jillian, what are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?" he screamed. Jillian laughed "Why fluffing you before your big fuck daddy. You know you always wanted to screw me and now, I'm ready to be screwed". She took a deep drag, crushed the cigarette and took his cock in her hands. She pumped it gently, and then slid it deep into her mouth. Dale tried to arch away, but the chair held and his daughter worked her magic, and his throbbing cock came to life. "Wondering what happened to your little girl? " Scott began, "We downloaded a local hooker into her a couple of times. Not enough to wipe her. Don't worry; she still knows she is your daughter. She just has to suck and fuck. The piercings were a happy surprise gift from her host, but like the cigarettes, part of the new her. She is mostly lesbian but she has agreed to fuck you, for reasons that will become clear later." At this point, Dale began to cry. His beautiful daughter was sucking his cock, and as he neared orgasm, he felt helpless. Her head bobbing up, the deep throating sounds, the slop of her lips, she had energy and was taking him to it. Dale's wife Jill walked back in just as Jillian looked up. Dressed like Jillian, Dale realized with a shock that she was perfectly comfortable seeing his daughter fuck. She smiled at Dale and without any modesty, sat down on Scotts lap. "I brushed my teeth honey." She giggled. They kissed deeply, tongues buried. He fondled her tits and she played with his cock through his pants. "Not now Jill. We have your husband to work on." Jill threw her head back and laughed. "But Jillian is sucking the bastard dry. Can't I get some more juice?" "You will Jill, but right now, we just need your husband to unload a lot of nice cum in your daughter's pussy. Can you go over and give them a hand?" Jill walked over to dale and Jillian. She leaned down and with one hand, went under the seat. Dale realized with a start that the chair had no bottom and that his ass was hanging out. Jill started to play with Dale's asshole. She brought her lips to his ears at the same time she slid a finger into his ass. "You going to give your daughter a big load? " She whispered. "I want to see how much cum you can pump into a slut. Just like you have been pumping into Sue for the last three years." Dale groaned. Sue, she knew about Sue? Oh crap, what had he done? "Sue told me all about your relationship yesterday, what you like, how you like it. And we are going to take you to new heights, honey. And some new depths." she whispered. Her finger found his prostrate and she looked at Jillian. "You ready to sit, baby?" she asked. "Yes mom, fucking ready." Jillian stopped sucking and quickly mounted her dads throbbing cock. Her pussy was dry and his cock had to force it's way in. Dale screamed as his daughters pussy tightened on his cock. With his wife working his prostate, and his daughter fucking like an animal, he came almost immediately. He came so hard he practically ripped his daughter in half driving up, while his wife milked his cock for cum. "Come on, honey. Fill your bitch daughter with juice, keep pumping, keep pumping." His wife kept whispering. Helpless, Dale filled her with cream. Tears were forming on his cheeks as his daughter lowered herself on to his cock. She relaxed and smiled into his face. "I've fantasized about that for a long time daddy. Thank you". With that, Jillian popped off his cock, dribbling cum down her leg. Quickly, she threw on her pants and a full shirt. Amanda came back into the room and without any hesitation, kissed Jillian deeply. Jillian didn't fight. In fact, she relaxed into softness, while Amanda nibbled Jillian's lips. Dale's exhaustion blunted his shock. Then he realized that Amanda and Jillian were lovers. Amanda leaned down to whisper. "Thank you for your hot little daughter. I will take good care of her. We are going down to the police station to report a rape and of course, you will eventually be charged. While that is going on, your daughter and I will become very close. Soon, she will move in with me full time and become my 'wife', while I take your job as sherriff." "But prison will be fun for you. You will really enjoy it." She said giggling. Prison, oh shit, prison! They can't send me to prison, Judge Swan won't let them. He won't let me down. "So" the sitting man said, "Want to hear how this will all play out?" "First, It's obvious what the plans are for Jillian, but your wife and daughter Beth are now mine. If I haven't made your wife pregnant by now, I will soon. She just can't stop herself. And Beth is amazing. She is so into sex. Anal, oral, bi, whatever. I will marry her, and fuck both of them. Being 19 gives Beth a lot of energy and she will need it. She plans to start a modest call girl operation. I now own Pony's strip club and she will be managing that for me. When I am ready, I will breed her couple of times. " "Your son is in the super soldier program. He is being conditioned and trained. In a month or so, he will be in peak physical condition. Just in time for his next phase." "Oh Judge Swan? You know his wife just died this morning. I had an interesting proposition for him. He took it. I downloaded his wife into a 'blank' before her death. Amanda had a great suggestion and a few days go, Sue became a blank. We hooked her up and just wiped her. Now she has Judge Swans wife in that body. So now Judy Swan has a new, 24 year old body, in great shape, with the right openings stretched. Judge Swan is really looking forward to that. So don't expect mercy ." "Of course we can't have a 75 year old Judge fucking a 24 year old 'Sue', so we needed to have a place for Judge Swan. After his sentencing, Swan will 'die' and get loaded into a blank. Yep, your eyes gave it away. Your son, in peak health will be given a wipe and a new personality. Sue and Jeff will get married again, and probably fuck each other senseless. I get about a quarter of their estate, with the other half to a newly married Jeff and Sue. After all, their dad will be in prison. So sad." Scott leaned back. "Of course, we do have one more bit of training for you. You are going to meet Aailaya. Her birth name was Allan, but she decided to change her life when she was 17. She has been on hormones ever since. Of course, she also has a bad crack habit that her boyfriend gave her. Just before her overdose, we got a download. She will be perfect for you. In the next 3 weeks, she will teach you how to do your makeup, take your medications and even proper blowjob techniques. We will do this 3 times. This will leave you conscious, but unable to do anything about your situation. Just like you left my sister. And of course, the prison will help you get used to cocks. " He started attaching leads to Dales head. Each one sticking on, increasing Dale's desperation. The wires led to a small machine in the corner. With a smile, Scott flipped the switch. Immediately Dale relaxed. His mind getting fuzzy. Images of cocks started to flow across his mind. He felt an irrational desire for a cigarette. "Well, I need to get upstairs. Beth has your wife ready. I need to fuck her in the face, while Beth laps her pussy. After the download, I'll be back where you will give me your first blowjob and I will give you your first assfuck. " Scott reached out and took Dales chin in his hand and tipped his face up, without hesitation, he kissed Dale passionately. Dale tried to scream but found himself opening up and letting Scotts tongue into his mouth, feeling his anger melt away into a feeling of euphoria. Tears streaming down his face, Dale felt his decent begin forever. Postlude Expertly, Dale applied a fresh coat of lipstick to her full lips. This guy wasn't as rough as the others and she was glad that he took his time. So many of her master's friends were just cum and go. She pulled her top down and admired her tits. The hormones that were helping her develop were doing their job. The prison officials had tried to stop her, but Judge Swan had ruled that she was entitled to her change of sex. She could not finish the job, but she was free to act, dress and fuck like a woman. Now the guards were into it. She had a steady stream of makeup and supplies to keep her pretty. Downloading a New You Masters cock was a beast, 9 inches of thick manhood. She was so glad he had adopted her. Her asspussy was well used and now took all 9 inches without a whimper. The first time her boyfriend Scott had fucked her, it hurt so bad. Now, it all just slides in. And all the weight she lost. She has a great figure she thought. Occasionally, she remembers another life, but usually, it's repulsive. She even has dreams of raping a woman but that's just ugly. Her family sends her pictures, her daughters both have little girls. My ex-wife has a new baby, and even her son and daughter are happily married. Something stirs in her when she sees the woman her daughter married. It makes her cry, but she can't understand that. Why would seeing the woman your daughter loves make you cry? Well, off to guard block D. Can't be late for the warden's weekly fuck. Taking a drag from her cigarette, she swings her ass down the hall, licking lips and letting her titties swing. What a wonderful life.