8 comments/ 24177 views/ 15 favorites The Road to Recovery By: Cromagnonman My god did I get pissed last night. That's a statement, not a question. If the throbbing in my head is any indication of my condition I must have been pissed as a newt, blind maggoty drunk. I don't remember which particular poison I drank to arrive at the state I must have been in, but I do remember that at one stage there was a woman involved. I rolled over and bumped into something soft and it moaned. My eyes couldn't quite focus but there was a woman in my bed, or was I in a woman's bed, I didn't know which but my flight or fight reflexes told me to get the hell out of there. I rolled back to my side of the bed and started to slide out as quietly as I could so as not to wake her but, if the sound I made was as loud to her as it was to me, I didn't stand a chance of making a clean getaway. "Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my bed?" She tried to say but it came out as an almost indecipherable mumble. "Don't leave me." I stopped where I was. Her head rose from the pillow and she tried to focus on me. "What were you pouring into me last night?" "How the hell do I know, and who are you?" "I'm someone who'd better get to the bathroom in a hurry or you'll be wearing whatever it was that you forced down my throat." She scrambled out of the bed and sprinted out of the room. There was a loud thumping noise. "Fuck! That's not where I left the toilet!" This was followed by the sound of her trying another door that must have been the right one because the next sound was of her calling for her friends Ruth and Herc (this is the sound you make when you're throwing your guts down the toilet). I stumbled from the bed and checked the clothes hanging in the closet, it was my hotel room. Breathing a sigh of relief I dragged out clean underwear and socks, a shirt and trousers. I noticed an I Pad and switched it on, checking the activities programmed into today's schedule. Jesus! I was supposed to be in a meeting in half an hour, there was no way that I could make it so I dialled the contact number listed against the appointment. "Hello, it's Mike Saunders, I can't make the meeting this morning. Is there a possibility of rescheduling it?" "I'm sorry Mr. Saunders, but the meeting has been cancelled." "What do you mean it's been cancelled?" "It was cancelled because the company has been sold." "What? The company's been sold?" "Yes, don't you remember? There was a terrible argument over the sale." "Oh, there was an argument you say, probably between me and Peter over the sale. Why doesn't that surprise me? And because he was the Board Chairman and had the majority shareholding he over-ruled my objections and the sale went ahead." "Yes, I'm afraid you were very angry and told him to stick his sale as far as possible up his big fat arse." "I told him that did I?" "Yes sir, I'm afraid you did. That was when you threw the glass at him and stormed out." "Did I hit him?" "No sir, you missed, but you did break a window." "Shit I must have been angry if I missed old Lardarse." There was a noise behind me and I turned to see a very bedraggled, but otherwise not bad looking woman, swaying in the breeze and hanging on to the door jamb for support. "That was better out than in. Did we have corn last night? I don't remember having any corn but it was there." "You're asking me what we ate last night. I don't even remember last night or how you ended up in my bed." "Oh, it's your bed." She looked at me as if trying to decide whether to make a grab for her clothes and head back to the bathroom to change, or to try for breakfast first. Then a worried look came over her face. "Did we? You know what. . ." She felt between her legs. "Oh fuck we did." I felt my pubes and there were traces of dried come matting them together. "I guess that we must have, I hope we enjoyed it?" "So that's all you can think of, whether we, and by that you mean you, enjoyed it. I have no recollection of having sex with you or anyone else, but what I do know is that we obviously took no precautions and I can't remember whether I'm on the pill or not." She found her handbag where it had been kicked under the bed and rummaged through it, pulling out a contraceptive package. "What's the date today?" "How the fuck do I know. No wait, I'll start that again. I'm sorry, but I really don't know. Wait," I looked at my I Pad again. "It's Saturday the fourteenth, shit that means that yesterday was Friday the thirteenth, it couldn't have been more appropriate." Memories were beginning to surface, not happy memories, what had I done? "I'm Mike by the way, Mike Saunders, and you are?" "Millie Dawson. You don't remember much of last night do you?" "I don't remember anything of last night. Are you married and have I left you to explain to an anxious husband why you weren't sharing the conjugal bed last night?" "No, you don't have to worry about that." "Just how did we meet? I assume that I met you last night and that you're not a friend of long standing that I'm insulting by not remembering." "Last night was our first meeting. I called in to pick up my brother, he's a journo, from down stairs in the conference room. You were holding a press conference, something about your brother and the family company that he'd sold out from under you and how you were going to have to face the employees on Monday to tell them that they were all out of a job. You were angry but coming down from being much angrier, I think the media were behind you. Anyhow I wandered in and stood at the back of the crowd and listened. You don't usually lose it do you?" "No, it's just that my bastard of a brother had sold out to an international company that has no concept of a principle that I'd inherited from my father and I'd carried on, and that's one of reciprocal loyalty, if you look after your employees they will look after you. Brother Peter on the other hand adopted a bottom line mentality when it came to employees. Look I don't want to burden you with my problems, at least not on an empty stomach, I don't know whether I ate or drank dinner last night but my stomach is crying out for something to soak up the remaining alcohol. Can I interest you in breakfast?" "Sure, as long as it doesn't involve a hair of the dog or some disgusting hangover cure like raw eggs and Worcestershire sauce." "Okay, leave it to me." I picked up the phone and asked for room service. "Hi, this is Mike Saunders in room 614, could I have breakfast for two? What I would like is coffee, muesli, a tub of vanilla flavoured yoghurt and a banana, no make that two bananas. That will be all thank you." As I hung up I saw the puzzled expression on Millie's face. "This is my usual breakfast it contains most of the essential food groups and it fills you up." "Okay, I trust you." She came over and sat next to me on the bed. "You don't have to tell me about your problems but it might help to talk about it, like why does your brother need money so badly that he'd sell up everything to get it?" "It could have something to do with the three ex-dumb blonde wives that he's supporting, or the on-line betting shops, or the casinos, or the expensive life-style he's used to. He always was a spoiled brat, even as a kid, but because he was the oldest he inherited the majority shareholding so in effect he was my boss although he had little if any involvement in the running of the company." "The company meant a lot to you, didn't it?" "It was my life, so much so that I never got around to getting married, the employees were my friends and all the family I needed. Now I'm about to lose them all." Millie moved closer and put her arm around me and drew my head down to her shoulder like I imagined my mother would do when I was sad. "Listen to me Mike, the world hasn't come to a screeching halt just yet. After breakfast we'll get cleaned up and you can take me to my apartment so that I can change into something more suitable and then I'm going to introduce you to my world that hopefully will take your mind off your problems and give you a chance to regroup." "Where are we going?" "You'll see." There was a knock on the door, breakfast had arrived. She stood and watched as I opened the tub of yoghurt and spooned a little into each bowl before pouring half of the muesli in on top. I then covered it with milk. "We'll leave that for about half an hour while we get cleaned up. You can have first use of the shower." I heard the shower hiss into life and her voice singing some song or other, I couldn't make out the words but it sounded good. The shower stopped and I heard her heading to the bedroom. "Your turn." She called to me. A quick shower followed by the removal of a promising beard, a squirt of the pits and, with a towel wrapped around my waist I headed for the bedroom to be confronted by a different Millie. "Wow, don't you scrub up well, it is you isn't it? You haven't slipped your sober twin sister in on me while I was showering have you?" "I'm the curious one now. With a line of flattery like that I'm surprised that you haven't snared an unsuspecting female by now. I'll leave you to your attempts to obliterate the ravages of last night." It didn't take long to almost succeed in covering the traces of last night's debauchery and I joined her in the kitchen, at least I assumed that it was supposed to be a kitchen, it had a small sink, a kettle and toaster, the small bar fridge with the overpriced drinks that I don't bother to look at, and a table with a couple of chairs. Millie had poured the coffee and sat looking at the two bowls. I took one banana and sliced it into her bowl followed by the other into mine. "I hope you like it, I find that after a bowl of this and coffee I can survive until dinner." She picked up her spoon and scooped up some muesli with a slice of banana and popped it into her mouth. "Hey this isn't bad." She said nothing more while she worked her way through the muesli. "You're full of surprises, do you know that?" "There's nothing strange about this, it's just something that comes from living on your own and trying to make life easier." We finished up around nine-thirty and headed for reception and an interesting reception. After arranging for the valet parking guy to fetch my car the receptionist looked at me with a glance at Millie and a smirk on his face. "I hope that Sir is feeling well this morning?" "On top of the world thank you for asking. I take it I was a tad rowdy last night." "One could say that." "I hope that I didn't offend too many of your guests." "Hardly at all Sir, once you'd calmed down, that was after your brother left." "He was here, why?" I wasn't actually asking him but he answered anyway. "It appears that he came to explain the reason for what he had done but you invited him to do something anatomically and potentially painful with his explanations. I'm afraid that we had to restrain you until he had left. He was intent on calling the police but we managed to persuade him otherwise. Bad for our reputation you know." "Thank you for that. So I calmed down eventually did I?" "Sir did, and he can thank this young lady for that." He said nodding towards Millie "She talked calmly to you and then suggested that you should go to your room and sleep it off. You insisted that she accompany you which she did, along with the bottle of scotch that you bought. I assumed that a single malt anaesthetic was in order." "It seems that I have a lot to thank this young lady for." Compared to the receptionist and myself, Millie was young, or youngish, possibly mid to late thirties and easy on the eye. The car arrived and I thanked the reception guy and Millie and I left. "Where are we heading?" I asked as we pulled out onto the road. "Head south, I'll tell you where to turn off." We drove for about ten minutes until we reached her street and her town house. I looked at the pictures on her walls and her books while she changed. Five minutes later she emerged in tailored slacks and a silk, at least it looked like silk, blouse, I couldn't believe that I was spending the day with someone this attractive. We drove through suburbia for the best part of an hour before coming to an area covered in vines. "Turn here." She indicated a turn off to the left, the sign told me that we were entering McLaren Vale. "I'm a wine buyer for a retail liquor chain and this is my favourite part of the world." "I don't know that I could face wine today." "Nonsense! We're not here to get pissed, we are going to taste some of the best wines in the world and you are going to swirl and spit, not guzzle." "If you say so." I could feel my stomach about to rebel. "Down this road." Another left turn and about a kilometre later she pointed to a drive entrance leading to a large red brick building with an equally large stainless steel tank farm on the side. I parked out front and before we walked in she filled me in on the history of this winery and winemaker. "Steve has been around this district for decades and used to have a much smaller winery until he was bought out by a conglomerate for an obscene amount of money on the proviso that he didn't produce wine for at least five years. He bought this from the proceeds when his time had expired and set about building up this winery." We walked into the tasting area to be greeted by the winemaker, at least Millie was greeted. "Millie, what are you doing here on a weekend?" He came around and gave her a hug. "I couldn't get here for the launch of your new releases so I thought that I'd combine business with pleasure. Mike here is going to work his way through the range but I'll just stick to the new wines, if that's okay with you." While I worked my way through the whites, starting from the Riesling and Chardonnay on to the Sauvignon, Blanc Steve took me through the different styles and what I should be looking for in each. Millie joined in when we reached the new release Cabernet Sauvignon which was, as usual very good, to the Shiraz for which, over the years, Steve has won many prizes. "No surprises here." Millie told him. "How many cases of these reds can you allow me this year?" "We're having to limit stocks to our retailers, how many would you be looking for?" She took an I Pad from her bag and brought up a chart. "Can I have a hundred cases of the Cab Sav and Shiraz to start with, we're having a promotion of your wines to clear the decks for new releases, I'm sure that we can clear enough space to take that amount." "I can do that, just for you, you know that don't you." "Thanks mate, as usual, it's good to do business with you." We left, but not before I bought a dozen bottles of Shiraz. A couple of kilometres down the road we turned into a winery that had an unusual fence running beside the driveway, it was made up of posts and a top rail all made from large logs. "This is called 'Woodhenge'. An example of the previous owner's quirky sense of the ridiculous, they've even named a wine after it. Even though he died of cancer several years ago the people running the place now haven't lost sight of his philosophy on life. He was a real character, on top of which he made brilliant wines and the current winemaker has kept up the tradition. It was a similar deal as before, I worked from the whites to the reds and Millie restricted herself to the new releases. Again there was a substantial order placed before we moved on. Millie rang the next winery to arrange for us to have lunch in the restaurant that looked down over the valley. "This is another family winery, there's an interesting story about the original viticulturalist, he headed into Adelaide with a pocket full of money to buy land for a vineyard but instead bought a racehorse called 'Footbolt'. Now this nag was successful and won enough for the purchase of much more land than originally intended. While the early harvests were sold to other wineries, they've been making wine for decades and the current generation winemaker has expanded the range from the original basic wines to include many new grape varieties. They are still making wines from the original plantings and they're very intense wines. You'll know them when you taste them." She was right, I caught a smile come over her face when I took a sip of the first of these old vine wines. It had my taste buds standing at attention and saluting with the intensity of its flavour on the palate. I looked at the back label and realised that I was tasting a tradition that went back generations, from the use of jumping around on the grapes with waders, to the use of open fermenters that helped to produce this product. I looked at Millie. "Wow!" That was all that I could say. "There were people in the industry who said that d'Arry was stupid leaving the Grenache vines in when everyone else was ripping them out during the 'vine pull programme' of the 1980's but his decision has been vindicated by that wine." While we ate she took me through the history of wine in this region and how it had grown with the changing palates of the Australian wine consumer, of how a large amount of the premium juice from this region is still sent to other wine regions, and how a local trucking company grew from humble beginnings thirty odd years ago to having a vast fleet of 'B Double' tankers criss-crossing the continent. She gave me the impression that she knew a lot about this industry because she loved it. I was enjoying the enthusiasm of this woman and had just about forgotten the circumstances of our meeting when it was time for us to head back into Adelaide. "You aren't used to this, are you?" "What aren't I used to?" "Asking a woman on a date?" She smiled at my confusion, did she want me to ask her on a date, or was she taking the mickey?" "All right I have to admit that I'm out of practise but here goes, would you like to have dinner with me this evening?" "No." I was devastated, all the non-verbals were there, it was a given that she was hinting that she wanted it and what do I get? 'No'. "No? Is that it?" "No, that's not it. I don't want you to take me to dinner, I want you to have dinner with me. Not in some fancy over-priced restaurant or some disgusting fast food joint, I want to take you home and cook you dinner." Is there no end to the surprises with this woman? "I'd like that very much." Who am I kidding? I'd love that, I couldn't remember the last time that I had dinner alone with a woman in that woman's house. "You do remember where I live, don't you?" "No, you'll have to remind me." We had reached where I needed to turn off and I sensed that she was about to tell me to turn when I hit the indicator switch and turned. "Okay, I asked for that, serves me right for being such a smart-arse." I parked the car and she led me up to her town house. Dumping her bag on a hallstand she pointed down the hallway. "If you need the loo it's down there, last door on the right. I'll rustle us up a coffee to keep us going until dinner is ready." When I got back to the kitchen with my now empty bladder Millie was busy with meal preparations. There were two cups of coffee sitting on the bench top beside one of those automatic espresso machines that I'd been meaning to buy myself for years. I took a sip and decided that my next self-indulgent purchase would be one of these. "This is nice coffee." "Yeah, I'm a bit precious about my coffee, you won't find instant anywhere near this place. I get freshly roasted beans from a factory not far from here so stale beans aren't an issue." I sipped my coffee as I watched her putting the ingredients into an unusual contraption. "I hope that you like curry, this'll be ready in about half an hour." She locked the lid and pushed a couple of buttons on the front of the machine. "This is an electric pressure cooker, it's great for curries and stews and stuff like that." She had just placed a half cup of rice into a rice cooker and switched that on. "Right, you have my undivided attention for the next fifteen minutes. Come." She picked up her coffee and led me into the living room where she switched on a CD player before sitting beside me. "I enjoyed today, very much." The Road to Recovery MPreg em.preg The term is short for Male Pregnancy and is most often used in fan fiction to describe the surprising occurrence of pregnant males. It is most typically seen in male/male pairings, but has occasionally sprung up in other situations. Is most commonly used as an adjective. ----- What would you think if I told you I wanted to write a Tyler Oakley/Marcus Butler fanfiction? ----- Hey Guys, This story derives heavily from a hentai that I keep watching, but have only seen all of once. This is the trans tag, and I'm the Illuminaughty, so you know there'll be what can be considered mpreg, eventually. The Illuminaughty ---- Ben's POV "Will it really work?" I said. The doctor put a syringe connected by a tube to a bag of luminescent green liquid into the inside of my elbow joint. "We're not entirely positive, in all honesty, but we do know that it can't kill you, this substance. We're told by the shamans that made it that it has extreme but not painful side effects." The doctor seemed unsure to me, but, at this point, I was willing to try anything. This was my third time in sophomore year, because I didn't have any credit. This was because I missed so much school. I had advanced cancer, it was going to kill me in less than three months. I had a hard time breathing, I didn't walk anymore. It's not great to be 19 and dying. My parents are minimally helpful, they're out all the time and have a nurse take care of me. The flow of liquid started, and I was put to sleep, bonded to that table on my arms and legs. ---- The Doctor's POV I put the syringe into Benjamin's arm. I didn't tell him about the side effects much, because he might have refused the treatment. His parents told me to do whatever it takes. I watched Ben's chubby overhang shudder as the liquid was injected into him. Soon his body started to change. He sat naked on the hospital bed, his body shaking like he was having a seizure, but no liquid came from his mouth. His arms and legs had bonds that kept him in place. The fat on his stomach started to move upwards. The fat cells on his arms shrank so he only had a little bit on his upper and forearms, and his hands shrank. His chest started growing, female breasts developed. They were fairly large as his arms and legs and stomach stopped shaking. His body was new, his fat arms replaced by much thinner ones. The same had occurred with his arms and legs, and his hips were farther out than before, because he had developed what the porn industry called a "bubble butt." He started bucking his hips and arching his back, his body in obvious but unfixable pain as the process took its course. His testicles retracted into his body. The bump that created under his pubes receded. His scrotum flattened out into normal skin, and his dick hardened. Suddenly a hole opened where his balls used to be, and lips grew from it. A perfect specimen of the female vagina. I looked at his body, his flat stomach and thin legs, his great ass holding his pelvis out. His shoulders narrowed and his hips widened. I was shocked at this, but his penis lengthened and fattened. Suddenly his face started to change, morphing into that of a beautiful woman. His hair grew out, down to his chest. If he weren't a patient and weren't about to deal with the fact that we'd made him a woman and killed his cancer, I would be all over him. His wrists were slender now, as he woke up an hour later after we tested him, he pulled his hands out as if we'd set them much too large. ----- Ben's POV I woke up. I pulled my arms out of the bonds and sat up, feeling unbalanced, but I figured that was just the drugs. "Welcome back to health and consciousness, Benjamin." the doctor said. "I'm not healthy, I've got months to live." "Not by our evidence." Doc handed me some papers. He was right, the body looked cancer-free. But the diagrams of the bones was wrong, smaller than mine. "These aren't my x-rays. This is a trick." I say, confused and agitated. "Have you taken a look in a mirror lately? They're most certainly your x-rays." the doctor said. I looked at the mirror on the opposite wall and saw a girl that didn't look anything like me on it. "Wh-what? That's not me! This is most certainly a trick!" "Stand up, Ben. You'll realize I'm telling the truth if you do." I did as I was told, walking up to the mirror. I looked down at myself and back at the mirror as I grabbed the cleavage on my chest, as did my reflection. I felt a sear of pleasure run down to my privates, and felt a drop of something on my leg. I looked down at my reflection's privates. A dick much bigger than my own was fully erect and the pussy below it was dripping wet. "What? I'm a girl! H-how?" I said. "The drugs had some extreme side effects, but I can say with confidence you will never have to worry about dying of cancer again." "But... but... I can't be a girl! Everyone at school will make fun of me!" "Would you rather never see them or your loved ones again?" said the doctor. He made a good point. "I hate you. But you're right... I guess I'll have to deal with it..." I said. ------ Four days later, Hentai High School (A boarding school) "Hello. My name is Kayleigh. Most of you know me as Benjamin, the guy who plays sports and jokes with friends, like a normal kid. I am not a normal kid. As you can see, I'm about as far as you can get from a guy. Most of you know I had severe and soon-to-be fatal cancer. My only hope was this medicine that was donated to the hospital, which was said to cure cancer. It had some pretty substantial side effects, which are clearly visible here. I hope this doesn't affect your lives too much, though, inevitably, it will." I held my books in my hand as I returned to my seat. I was in the regular guys' attire, without a bra because I didn't own one and my mom's were too small. The uniform for guys was a blazer with an HHS emblem on the breast, a plain white v-neck tee, and khaki shorts. The girls were told to wear more form-fitting blazers with the same emblem, and elastic spaghetti strap shirts. I was excused for not wearing a bra, which was usually not acceptable, because of my situation. They were also told to wear khaki shorts or skirts, most girls opted for the latter in a very short guise. "Thank you, Miss Hartwell, for your update, and class, I expect you to behave accordingly. Kayleigh, you will be rooming with Jacqueline Tare, and, Miss Tare, please help Miss Hartwell get accustomed to life as a female at this school, but only after afternoon lessons." And thus the day continued. Afternoon lessons proceeded with a limited amount of snide comments about my body, and six different guys and one girl asking me out with a note. I didn't think I was that pretty, apparently others disagreed. ------ 4:00, HHS Dorms "This is our dormitory. I'm taking up a lot of the space in the bathroom right now with my stuff, I'll condense it when you want to move it all in. This is your bed, standard issue, covers are in the closet over there." The orientation was quick. No urinals in the bathroom, expected. Jacqueline was never popular, but always pretty. She wasn't paper thin and had nice hair, and a pretty face. I honestly wondered why she didn't date. I put my cases down on the bed. I unpacked into my closet, putting my meds and my toiletries on the night table. I put my wallet and my phone down before Jacqueline objected. "We're going to go shopping, I assume you need new clothes. Come on down to the linen closet off the commons, I'll find you a few jackets that fit." I followed her downstairs. She held up a jacket, one of the larger ones, and put it on my chest. "Too small." she said. Another, "Too ugly, won't fit well on your arms." She pulled out a big one, obviously for the chubbier gals. "This one'll be like a dress on you." She turned around and picked out some more customized ones. "This one fits your arms but is absolutely strangling your chest." She pulled out one with a big chest. "This one's not going to fit tight enough on your waist." Finally, she picked up the last one, in a fairly large set, and told me to try it on. It was fairly snug on my shoulders, decent on my arms. I told her so, she told me it was perfect because that's the way it's supposed to be. She also told me that it was good around my waist, even though it was so small there and so wide on my chest. Pretty much saying I had a thin waist and big boobs. This wouldn't be great, if she fell for me. "I think we have to go shopping, you're probably going to poke holes in that shirt if you wear it too long." I looked down at my shirt, my nipples were poking the fabric. "Oh... ummm..." I covered up my nipples, unable to cover anything like the surface area of my breasts. "Okay, I guess we'll take my car..." My parents were loaded, I got a car. We piled into my MINI Cooper S, the brand-new one. I looked at the steering wheel, pulled the switch, and we started driving. Jackie directed me to a women's clothing store just off the next exit from Hentai High. -- "How big is your waistline?" Jackie said to me. "I don't know..." I said. Jackie put her arms around my waist, and I looked to see she was using a tape measure. "Your waist is tiny! Like, 25 inches!" she said. I was shocked. I had a 38" waist, even without the overhang, before my transformation... "Really? Thanks..." I looked around the store. Jackie helped me pick out 3 or 4 pairs of short shorts, khaki as required, and another 6 or seven miniskirts of the same color. We moved on to the underwear, and she picked up a pair of panties and a thong. "Try these two on, then you can decide which designs you like. Go over to the dressing room over there." She pointed at a hall, which led to four dressing cubicles. I dropped my shorts and briefs, pulling on the thong. It covered my asshole and my pussy, I could see that in the mirror, but it had a hard time holding down my mass of cock. I pulled on the panties, they felt silky and sweet on my pussy and my ass, holding down my dick relatively well. "They both fit on my waist, but the panties are more comfortable." I say to Jackie. She responds, "Well, obviously, but if you ever want to surprise your significant other, thongs are awesome" I shrug. I pick out three sets of black panties, two red and two neon green. I picked up two very red thongs. Jackie pulled me over to where the bras were. "You'll need to get a bunch of bras to support those..." She gestured to my breasts. "Do you know your size?" she said. "Not a clue." I watched her speak to a lady walking through the aisles, obviously an employee. She came over to me. "Welcome. I understand you've recently been endowed with those breasts, and you don't know the size. Come in to the back, I'll help you figure it out with some privacy from the rest of the store." The three of us walked to the back of the store, where there was a set of surrounding mirrors. Jackie looked on as I took off my shirt, my perky breasts were exposed to the air. The employee took some measurements before deciding I was a 34G. I picked out a few bras, most of them white or black, but with a handful of red and green ones. I grabbed a couple of bikinis for aquatics class. Jackie put a set or two of white and black lace lingerie sets, telling me to trust her on this one. I paid up, putting one of the white bras on my breasts before coming back out to pick shirts. Jackie helped me pick out a bunch of white spaghetti strap shirts. They fit reasonably on my stomach, constricting my large chest a little bit. I picked up a few other shirts, too... ----- Sorry for the shopping scene. I had to do it. ----- Hentai High School: The Next Afternoon, last class, 15 minutes before the end. Whenever I looked up, I got stares from the guys. The teacher asked me to come up and do a geometry problem. I stood up, feeling like my privates were bursting out of the bottom of this tiny skirt. As I walked up to the whiteboard, the teacher expressed his gratitude to me that I'd bought more gender-appropriate clothes, they suited me much better. I picked up a marker and started writing. "Well since this is a prism, what you have to do to get the surface area is add 2 times one half apothem times perimeter plus the perimeter times the height, which gets you to about 27.8 centimeters squared." I finished writing and circled the answer, my hands shaking. "That is correct, Miss Hartwell, you may return to your seat." I put the marker down, but I dropped it. I sighed and then leaned over at my back. My legs stayed almost completely straight, and my neon green panties were displayed to the entire class. I put the marker back, hearing a half-yelp half-moan, an obvious sound of a male orgasm. I snapped around, my hair flowing over my shoulder. "Who was that? That's disgusting. All the males in this class, please stand up." The teacher confirmed my order. I walked down each aisle of desks, peeking at each guy's "area" for a wet spot. I got to the last row, and halfway down, my old friend Michael. His pants had a dark brown streak above his right leg. "You disgust me. And to think I used to be friends with you." I slapped him, real hard, across the face. The bell rang. "See me after class, Michael. You too, Kayleigh." Michael's gang whooped and waited outside. -- "This behavior is totally unacceptable, Michael. Kayleigh isn't violating any dress codes, you have to keep your hormones to yourself. Now, scram, you disgusting little prick. Half credit off your next exam. Added to the points you get off anyway." I smiled, knowing the next exam was the midterm. "Now, Kayleigh. He's gone, so I can have a chat with you. Maybe you shouldn't wear such daring panties, but that's your decision. I'm glad you're cancer free, but don't get yourself in any more trouble, okay? And, next time, bend at the knees." I smirk as I walk out of the room. Maybe life as a girl wouldn't be so bad. -------- 4 Months Later, Hentai High School Since the event with the neon green panties, I had learned how to become a proper girl. I was starting to think like one, too. People gradually stopped calling me Ben as I dyed my hair various colors, I got comfortable in the clothes, and I became sort of flirtatious. I had learned to do girly things, like keep my hair together and not be too slutty, but I also found myself becoming the girls that I learned from. I thought like a girl despite my endowment between my legs. I looked and dressed the part. And, shockingly, I started lusting after boys. I found my body pretty normal. I got and handled my first period. The one thing I found abnormal was the fact that my dick never got hard, not unless it wasn't restricted by my clothes. I'd have raging hard-ons all night, but it would never get hard under my shorts. I was opened up to new experiences. Girls took me out sometimes for drinks. Guys asked me out. I had candid conversations with many girls about everything. A big one was sex. I was told sex was great. I'd never try it, I was sure, but it sounded great. It sounded like it hurt. Girls described it, though, as the best experience, if you're with a good guy, after the pain goes away, which it does pretty fast. I was told mainly by these girls, who were pregnant twins. They didn't tell me who the father was, just that it was the same guy, but they did tell me that they were 8 months along. Their bellies were huge. I thought it was kind of hot, though many did not. It was only a week or so after that I found out who the father was. The Road to Recovery "So did I. I have to admit that for a time this morning I wasn't looking forward to today, what with what happened yesterday, and the thought of being on my own stewing over events wasn't what I needed. I have you to thank, both for last night and for today, but I have to ask, why did you do it?" "It's a long story that will have to wait. Let's eat first and then I have to make a phone call." She got up and took the lid off the rice cooker and, taking a fork from a drawer, she fluffed the rice to separate the grains. She looked at the timer on the pressure cooker. "Ten minutes and we eat." She came and sat next to me again, tucking her legs under her. "I hope you don't think that I'm forward." She leaned in towards me and kissed me on my unprepared lips. "I'm even more confused. I don't understand any of what's happening to me." "Just go with the flow." She kissed me again, this time my lips were prepared and I went with the flow. "Enough for the time being, now we eat." She got up and headed for the kitchen so I went with her flow and followed. "Make yourself useful, can you set the table for me?" "Sure." I found the cutlery and placemats and set them on the dining table, while Millie prepared the side dishes and served the curry. She surprised me by pouring us a glass of red wine from a wine cask. "Just because wine is my business it doesn't mean that I have to have an expensive wine at every meal, in fact I seldom do because I limit myself to one, maybe two, glasses at each meal so opening a bottle that I'm not going to finish is to me a waste of good wine, and with dishes like curries expensive wines are pretty much wasted, so chateau cardboard it is." "That's fine with me. You'd be surprised to know that I'm not a heavy drinker, last night was an aberration." "I figured that out for myself. I don't know if you like hot curries or not so this one is medium hot, if it's too hot there's stuff here to cool it down. You'll notice that there's no water because that's the worst thing to drink to cool your mouth, you need something to line it to stop the heat from gaining access to your taste buds." I didn't need to cool my mouth, I was sort of used to hot curries. The meat (lamb) was tender and flavoursome and complemented by the spices in the curry. "This is nice, better than most of the curries I've had in my time." "Thank you Sir." She smiled over a fork full of curry. The meal was great and topped off with a mango drink, I think that it was called a lassi or something like that, but it was sweet and thick and just right. At around ten thirty I made the half-hearted suggestion that I should be getting back to my hotel, I didn't want to go because I was enjoying being here with Millie just talking about whatever came into our head and half listening to the background music. We had nothing to drink after dinner so when she protested that I didn't need to leave I knew that it was what she wanted, so of course I stayed and that's when it got interesting. Millie told me of the phone call that she'd made earlier in the evening, well not all of it, like who it was to or what it was about, just that tomorrow we had work to do and it would be better if we did it here and not from my hotel room. I jokingly called her a bitch because she wouldn't even give me a hint of what this was all about. Somewhere between this and me pretending to choke her to get the info out of her we connected in the biblical sense and it was a natural progression that we should find ourselves in her bed. "I can't believe this," I whispered to her after the second or third orgasm, "It's still only Saturday and yesterday I didn't know you and was feeling like my whole world had been pulled out from under me, and now, now I not only know you but I daren't even contemplate life without you." "You'd better not be contemplating life without me because if you do I'll be very angry and if you think your anger was bad, just wait until you see mine." "Is that a threat?" "You'd better believe it buddy, 'cos I ain't gunna let you go." To emphasise her point she grabbed a handful and squeezed them. "I give in." I kissed her and while we were playing tonsil hockey my hand was between her legs and two fingers were inside her pussy. She released her grip on my balls and began to stroke him into life. "We really should be getting some sleep." I whispered to her, half hoping that she'd agree. "Once more please." She was leading him to her waiting pussy, the other half of me agreed with her so I just had to oblige. When I woke on Sunday morning I realised that, not counting the internet and my right hand, I'd had more sex in one night than I'd had in the last several years and when I felt Millie's lips on mine and her hand on my cock I realised that it hadn't ended just yet. Two hours later, after glorious sex, a communal shower and breakfast, Millie took my hand across the table and, with a serious look on her face she uttered those fateful words that I was dreading. "Mike we have to have a serious talk, first about us and then about your job." "I suppose that this is the brush-off is it?" I put on my best concerned look. "No, not unless you want to brush me off. No, the 'us' part of this discussion is, I hope, good news for you. I think that you are without a doubt the most wonderful man that I've ever met and I want us to stay together and see where this takes us. I know where I want it to take us but it's up to you." "I think that I'm having the same thoughts, but then I haven't had much experience with women." "You've been doing pretty well for someone who claims a lack of experience. Now the work part of this discussion, I have some people coming here that may just have the solution for you and if it goes as I think it will then you won't have to tell your employees that they have to look for another job." "How, what, who, why, why are you getting involved in my affairs?" "You'll know it all when they get here, now we have an hour to wait for them, what would you like to do?" "I think you know what I'd like to do, I've got a lot of catching up to do." "We don't have time and I don't have the energy for that. What I want to do is to take off this robe and get back into bed, naked, with I hope a suitably naked wonderful man, then I'm going to hit the sleep button on my IPod and set the alarm for 50 minutes and then I'm going to cuddle you until I fall asleep until the alarm wakes me up and then I'm going to get out of bed in time to put on the coffee machine and greet our guests." "You've got this all planned out, haven't you?" "Yep." She had her robe off and was fiddling with the alarm and IPod, soon the room was filled with soft, gentle music that had obviously been chosen as a soporific, we were both soon asleep. I was half awake thinking about the sudden change in my life when the alarm went off. "Okay sleepy head, out of bed we've got people to see and work to do." Millie threw off the bed clothes and scrambled out of bed hurriedly stepping into her jeans and top, I noticed the lack of panties and wondered if she got off going without underwear. "Stop gawping and get dressed before they get here." The door bell rang and she went off to open it as I finished dressing. I heard two male and one female voice as I headed down the hall from the bedroom. "Mike I'd like you to meet my father James, brother Jason and a surprise." "Hello Michael." Her voice was well modulated, soft with an almost sensual tone to it that went with her appearance, this was one exceptionally attractive woman and there was something familiar about her. "Mum?" "Yes. It's been a long time, a very long time." "But how? What are you doing here?" "I'm here to save you from your brother, and to stop you doing something stupid like beating the crap out of him." "But where have you been all these years and why haven't you tried to contact me?" "It was part of the deal after I left your father that I should make no effort to contact you. I reluctantly accepted it rather than fight it because I knew just how dirty he fought. I guess that you were too busy to try to find me." "That's part of it, the other part was that I was told that you had been killed in a car accident while on holidays in England and I accepted that, I was after all only three when you left. If I'd known that you were still alive I would have gone looking for you because, believe me, life at home was no picnic, what with the endless stream of so-called housekeepers who all had the same qualities, young, blonde with big tits and few brains. They'd only last a short time before they disappeared to be replaced by a clone." "I suppose that he went through secretaries at around the same speed." "Was that why you left him?" "That and other reasons. He wasn't an easy man to live with your father, when he wasn't working he was doing other things and other people. It was okay for him to have his flings but if I should glance at another man I was accused of having an affair, he even paid men to say that they were my lovers. I didn't stand a chance against him so I left on certain conditions, one of which just might save the day." "What's that?" I was curious. "You know that Peter used his majority shareholding to push through the sale of the company?" "Yes, how could I forget that little fact?" "Well he doesn't have the majority of the shares." "What?" "Part of the deal I had with your father, which allowed me to live reasonably comfortably, was that I was given a twenty percent stake in the company. What Peter has is fifty-one percent of your father's interest in the company. He has just over forty-two percent while you and I together have the other fifty six percent, we outvote him so we can block the sale." "But it's already been signed off." "He had no right to sell the company so the sale can be over-turned. What we are going to do is to call an emergency board meeting for tomorrow morning at nine at which we, you and I, are going to confront him and reverse his decision to sell." "He'll fight us to the bitter end, won't he?" "He can fight all he wants but we have him over a barrel. By trying to sell something that wasn't his to sell he is guilty of fraud. We think that he knew of your mother's shares because he handled the finances and that he was trying to push the sale through behind her back." James said. "What's the plan?" "Tomorrow morning we march into the board room, summon him in and announce the extra-ordinary board meeting." James told us. "I'll be your legal representative, just as I'm your mother's. She doesn't come in with us, but she'll be waiting outside for my signal and then she'll make her grand entrance." "Can I come?" Millie asked. "I want to be there to see his face when Mike confronts him." "Do I detect a more than passing interest in this?" James looked from Millie to me. "Yes, you could say that. I've only known him for a day or two but if he's anything like his mother then I'll be as happy with him as you two are." "What? You mean you two are . . .?" "Is there a problem with that?" Mother asked. "No, it's just that, well, I thought that you were dead and now I find that not only are you alive and kicking but very good friends with the father of my new very good friend, it's all a bit much really." "I don't know about you lot but I'm all for celebrating these developments." Millie announced as she removed a bottle of bubbly from the fridge and got four flutes from a cabinet. Not trusting me to open the bottle without spraying wine all over the place she deftly removed the cork and poured us each a glass. I have to admit that my mother was nothing like I'd been led to believe, not only was she attractive in a middle aged kind of way, but she had a great personality capped off by a very infectious laugh. I have never been as happy in my entire life as I was now. After the party broke up and Millie and I were alone, I held her to me. "You like my mother don't you?" "What's not to like about her, she's beautiful in so many ways and funny. She's made Father very happy and I wouldn't be at all surprised if they decide to tie the knot soon." "Hey, I've just had a horrible thought; isn't there some law about step siblings marrying?" "I hope not. I suppose that question is by way of you skirting the issue of a proposal of marriage." "Now that you mention it, I think it will be a good idea, don't you?" "It's early days don't you think? Let's get through this mess first and when the dust's settled we'll discuss it. One thing that I will insist on is that I'm keeping my job because I love it and I'm good at it." "Is there anything that you're not good at?" I was taking the initiative here, I kissed her before she could answer and as we remained lip-locked one hand held her face to me while the other hand began to wander down her amazing body, finding points of interest that had her squirming. "Something that you know I am good at is making love and I want to show you how good, now." "Oh no you don't, it's my turn to be in charge, you just go with my flow." My hand had found its way into her jeans and a finger was caressing the inside of her pussy. "Whatever you say . . . . . yes, there." I must have hit the spot. "Oh god that's good." Her lips pushed against mine again as hips were pushing against my hand and I could feel her moistness running down my finger into the palm of my hand. I freed my other hand from its un-necessary task of holding her face to mine and it worked its way under her top and was caressing a hard-nippled breast. Soft moans of pleasure sent vibrations through my lips as in her own subtle way she was forcing the issue, forcing me to increase my efforts. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and lowering her to the bed, I pulled back the sheets and lay her down. She tried to pull me down on top of her but I resisted, pulling her jeans down so that I could get to her pussy again, this time it was my tongue caressing inside her. I slipped a finger inside her again and turned my tongue's attention to her clit. Her hips rose and fell as she began to lose control of her body and minutes later an orgasm sent waves of shuddering spasms through it. "God Mike, you had better get up here and up me before I die." "Not yet." I resumed my attack on her pussy and she didn't die, but she did subside, gasping for breath following another spectacular orgasm. It was now time for my cock to get involved; lowering my jeans and myself onto her I pushed him inside her, taking my time until my shaft was fully embedded into her then slowly withdrawing it. The build-up to her next orgasm and my first was gradual until she grabbed my arse cheeks and dragged me into her as her hips rose to meet me and she and I came together, in more ways than one. "You are a bastard, do you know that? A wonderful, (kiss) glorious, (kiss) sexy, (kiss) wonderful, I've already said that (kiss) horny bastard and I'm never going to let you go. You and I are going to die in this bed, fucked to death." "I can't think of a better way to die, but if you remember we have something to do tomorrow that requires our full and undivided attention so, much as I'd like to make love to you non-stop between now and then, what we need is, in no particular order, sustenance, sleep and sex. I suggest sustenance first." "Yes boss Darling, but first can you use that wonderful tongue of yours to clean your mess from my pussy and its surrounding area." I almost made it before she had yet another orgasm. Satisfied for now she led me to the kitchen. Both of us were wearing tops and nothing else and there was something very sexy about her with her nipples forming peaks in the material of her thin top, I could see them without seeing them if you get my drift, and it was a turn-on. We were in danger of missing out on the sustenance. We somehow survived the night on a diet of food, coffee, sex (twice) and sleep to emerge refreshed and ready for the day ahead. Breakfast was inevitably rushed and we had a scramble to get to the office in time to be met by Mother, James and Jason. Mother and Jason waited outside, Mother for our signal and Jason to call in the media contingent. As we entered the offices I walked to the reception desk. "Is Peter in?" "Yes Sir, he arrived ten minutes ago and said something about clearing his desk, what is that all about?" "You've heard the news of course. If anyone says anything about a buy out of the company tell them to ignore it. Now, first things first, will you get onto Peter and tell him to meet us in the board room, immediately will be soon enough. Then a woman will come here in about five minutes, she will tell you that she is waiting to hear from me and when I contact you, you will direct her to the board room. Thirdly, I want the staff to meet me in the canteen in fifteen minutes. Finally, in about half an hour there will be a media scrum arriving, if you can tell them to wait in the foyer, I will speak to them shortly." "Yes Sir." There was a puzzled look on her face, something big was going down and she didn't know what it was. We had only just sat down in the board room when the door burst open. "What the fuck are you doing ordering me around!" He caught sight of Millie and James. "And who the fuck are these people?" "Peter, I'd like you to meet Millie Dawson, my fiancé, and her father James who just happens to be my new legal counsel. James, will you break the good news." "Peter, the sale of this company has been cancelled." "What! You can't do that! It was my decision, as the major shareholder and Managing Director of this company to make, and I made it. You can't just cancel it, everything has been signed." "Firstly, you are not the majority shareholder in this company so the decision had to be ratified by a majority vote before it could be signed off. Secondly, you are aware that you don't hold the majority and tried to push this through for your own selfish reasons before anyone found out about the other shareholder. We have spoken to the buyers and they have agreed not to go ahead with the purchase until this matter between us has been resolved." "This is bullshit and you know it! There is no other shareholder." James picked up the phone and dialled the reception desk. "Send her up." A couple of minutes later there was a tap on the door and Mother walked in. "Good Morning Peter. It has been a while and I see that you haven't changed in that time, you were a selfish little shit as a young boy and you're still a selfish little shit. I know why you're desperate for money, your gambling losses have gotten out of hand and you can't pay the alimony to your three fashion accessory ex-wives. We've spoken to them and advised them that the cash cow has run dry and that they might have to find a job. You are going to sell us your shares in the company for enough money to pay off your current gambling debts and next month's alimony payments and then you are on your own. There is no job here for you anymore, Mike will take over the running of the company and James will take over our legal office. I will step in as Administration Manager. I think that's it so you'd better get back to clearing your desk, you have one hour to vacate the building before we call security." "You can't do this to me, we're family. Please Mother don't do this, I'll change, I'll stop gambling and sort it out with the ex's so that I can live within my means, just don't do this to me, I beg you, please, please." His grovelling fell on deaf ears and with shoulders slumped he staggered from the room. "Now it's time to face the press and the staff, staff first I think." There were puzzled expressions all round as we entered the staff canteen. "Guys, could I have your attention please." I waited for quiet. "On Friday it was announced that this company had been sold and it was left to me to break the news to you this morning that you are all out of a job." There was a mixture of shocked gasps from those who hadn't heard the news and knowing nods from those who had. "I have to tell you that Friday was the first that I'd heard of all this and I'm afraid that I lost the plot there for a while, but with the help of my fiancé Millie Dawson here and her father James I am pleased to announce that this is no longer the case. The business has not been sold, the business will not be sold, there will however be a restructuring of management, I will be taking over the reins as Managing Director effective immediately and my Mother Rachel here will become Admin Manager and James is our new Legal Counsel. Apart from that nothing will change and I must thank you guys for your continued efforts to maintain this company's viability and profitability, thank you." The Road to Recovery "It is us that should be thanking you Mike." One of the section heads stood up. "We, and I know that I speak for all of us, respect you for what you have done for us over the years. Sure there were times when things were tough and you could quite easily have sacked staff and we would have understood the reason for your decision, and there were other times when we had to work our arses off to keep on top of the work demands and it was in those times that we quite happily took on the extra workload. Thank you Mike and if these people are your choices to take control we'll respect them as much as we respect you. Thank you Mike." The staff burst into spontaneous applause and I'd never been more proud of them than I was now. Millie grabbed my hand and kissed me starting another round of applause. In the foyer the assembled media heard the applause and cast their minds back to the dramas of Friday evening. Something was happening. I walked into the foyer. "Thank you for coming here this morning. I think I should apologise for what I said on Friday, I was in a state of shock, not that that's any excuse for my behaviour, but today I have a completely different reason for speaking with you. As of this morning the sale of this company has been cancelled. Also of this morning I have replaced my brother Peter as Managing Director and we have instigated a shake-up in the management structure of the company. This had been conveyed to the staff and we have their wholehearted support. Thank you once more for coming and I'll leave it to our legal counsel James Dawson to answer the technical question as to what happened here. Thank you." I strode out of the room as James rose to answer the inevitable questions. Millie was waiting for me in my old office. "You are a totally different person to the one that I met drowning his sorrows not four days ago and I have to admit that I much prefer this one." She kissed me and I thought that we were going to end up doing it on my desk. "I gotta go to work, I think they'll accept my reasons for being late, not everyone meets her dream man and gets engaged all in one amazing weekend. I'll see you at my place this evening, oh and don't you think that you should check out of that hotel. That's something that I've been meaning to ask you, why check into a hotel when you only live half an hour's drive away from the CBD?" "Because I was pissed and angry and didn't want to take a chance at driving home, what with the booze buses so active on Friday nights." "I'm glad you got pissed and angry, otherwise I never would have met you."