0 comments/ 20705 views/ 7 favorites The Transformation of Imogene By: jakejens77 [Imogene knelt bound and naked on the cold concrete floor. The chill air in the drafty room played in her blond hair, cascaded over her shoulders and large breasts, flowed down her round belly and onto her thighs, and made her tremble. The ropes which tied her wrists to her ankles pressed firmly into her flesh, forcing her upper body erect and tense. The rough cords ran up her back and around her torso where they tightly encircled her breasts, causing them to swell and darken and making her nipples jut out.] Six months before, Imogene had been no one special. Not to anyone. Certainly not to men. And definitely not to men looking for sex. Approaching thirty, she had been a pale, petite, flat-chested woman with lank brown hair and common features. Except her eyes; one had to admit that her green eyes were beautiful, though they were hidden behind rather ugly glasses. She was the kind of woman no one looked at twice. Imogene's lack of sexual activity was extremely frustrating to her, however, because she had an unusually intense sex drive. Ever since puberty she had spent her days and nights in a heightened state of sexual arousal, and almost anything could turn her on -- a shirtless man working on a construction site or a shapely woman bending over to pick up her purse. Sometimes, to her shame, Imogene would get aroused when her cat sat in her lap or her dog licked her hand. The most embarrassing moments came when she orgasmed in public. The first time this happened was when she was in college riding a bus across campus. The bump and rumble under her seat sent vibrations though her body that made her nipples and clit harden and swell. She tried not to moan, but her breathing deepened and when the pleasure reached its climax she let out a squeal. Fortunately the bus was noisy and no one noticed. She was sure, though, that they couldn't help but see the puddle she left on the seat when she got off the bus. As she grew older Imogene found ways to channel and control her sexual desire. She focused on her work at a small bookstore in downtown Chicago and spent her evenings alone in her apartment. She avoided making eye contact with other people as much as possible and developed the reputation of a prude and a loner. Though this made her feel even more hopeless and unhappy, she felt no impulse to make anyone think otherwise. [Imogene breathed as deeply as she could through her nose as a black ball gag effectively held her mouth open and closed at the same time. A blindfold denied her knowledge of the time of day, her whereabouts, or who -- if anyone -- was in the room with her. The plugs pressed deep within her ears finished Imogene's complete isolation. The anticipation of the unknown teased to life a tingle of arousal between her thighs.] Imogene's transformation was triggered one beautiful spring evening as she stepped from the bookstore into the warm Chicago air. She was shocked to see three masked men rush out of the bank across the street just as a white van screeched to a halt as they jumped in. For a brief moment Imogene caught a glimpse of a man in the passenger seat as he took off his mask. Her eyes locked with his and then the van sped away. Imogene spent hours at the precinct that evening giving her report to the police. Then she spent days going through suspect books. Finally, she spent months as the key witness at the trial of Jon Donno, the man she had seen in the van. In the end Donno and five of his accomplices were put behind bars. But more importantly, Donno implicated his boss, Vic Gianni, a major king-pin in Chicago organized crime. But Gianni was a difficult man to find. And Gianni never failed to fulfill a vendetta; Donno was knifed to death in prison two weeks later, and Imogene was afraid she was next on Gianni's list. [The butt-plug pressing deep within her ass, and the nipple and clit clamps that pinched her mercilessly, reminded her that she was here for another's pleasure. Perhaps for the pleasure of many people. She was very popular in her new role. Quite a transformation from the woman she had once been. Imogene trembled, more from the building sexual excitement and anticipation than from the cold room in which she was bound.] So the transformation of Imogene began. The FBI enrolled her in their witness protection program and relocated her to Phoenix. The whirlwind of changing homes and names, and leaving behind her pets, family and the few friends she had, was disorienting but Imogene was also excited by the adventure. That is, until the FBI told her they had to change her appearance as well. Ever since she was a little girl Imogene had been terrified of hospitals, and the thought of any kind of surgery was more than she could bear. Even routine shots and visits to the dentist put Imogene into a state of near panic. The many rounds of plastic surgery required to change her appearance were beyond her ability to cope. She flatly refused. Dr. James Allen, the FBI's expert in cosmetic surgery, met with Imogene to try to quell her fears. As she sat in his office, pushing her glasses up on her nose and brushing the wrinkles from her plain, shapeless dress, Imogene listened nervously as Dr Allen told her he could transform her into someone her mother wouldn't recognize. He also diplomatically said he could do some things to improve her figure and appearance as well. But Imogene was adamant; she would not agree to surgery. Now came the moment that changed Imogene's life forever. Dr. Allen sat quietly with a thoughtful look on his face, and then said, "Well, there may be another way." He explained that the FBI was working with other government agencies to produce a drug that could significantly change a person's appearance. He explained that the drug re-apportioned fat and muscle tissues in such a way that appearance was altered. "Unfortunately," he went on, "the drug is very much in the experimental stage. We haven't done enough human trials to know exactly how it will work on any given individual. And we can't, of course, change your height but I think you'll be surprised how almost every other aspect of your appearance will change. Why don't you think about it and we'll talk again tomorrow." [Imogene shifted her weight slightly to ease the cramped feeling in her thighs. The slight motion caused the clit and nipple clamps to tug at their captives, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Her ass reflexively contracted spasmodically, gripping the butt plug and pulling it further in. Imogene breathed a contented sigh around the ball gag in her mouth, flicking it with her tongue like the head of a cock. Her arousal continued to build as she waited and remembered.] Imogene was apprehensive about taking an experimental drug, but she was terrified of surgery and of Vic Gianni. In the end she decided to try the drug. Six times a day for seven days she swallowed a vile tasting liquid. "I'm sorry it tastes so bad, my dear," Dr. Allen said, "but we haven't taken time to mask the flavor yet." In addition to the vile taste Imogene noticed another side effect of the drug; with the first sip she felt her state of arousal increase significantly. Suddenly she noticed for the first time that Dr. Allen, though in his early fifties, had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a very distinguished hint of grey in his hair. Then she caught herself staring at his crotch, and as she looked away she prayed that he hadn't noticed. The transformation of Imogene was quick and dramatic. She developed a voracious appetite and the more she ate the more weight she gained. And she gained it in all the right places. Her breasts began to swell and lift out from her chest even as her ass grew round and plump. Her belly became soft but remained flat. Her hips and thighs expanded proportionally and at the end of seven days her body had transformed from skinny and flat to extremely curvy and sexy. Imogene would soon learn, when she went shopping for new bras, that she was now a 36D. Out of curiosity she measured her ass and found it to be just under forty inches around. And yet her waist was relatively narrow. She also was surprised to find that the Arizona sun, which had burned her when she'd first arrived, now left her skin a light, golden brown, and it turned her hair -- now full and lush -- a perfect shade of blond. But most surprising was her face. Other than her green eyes, which remained lovely but no longer seemed to need glasses, she did not recognize herself. Her cheeks were full, her brows gentle and shapely, and her lips plump and red. When she smiled at herself in the mirror she was dazzled by the whiteness of her teeth. Imogene could not suppress a squeal of delight! But, so intense was her level of sexual arousal that the very act of squealing almost made her climax. The drug had stirred the beast inside her and her lust was growing along with the rest of Imogene. Dr Allen was very pleased with the transformation, in more ways than one. Professionally he was proud of his work, but personally he was almost irresistibly attracted to the new Imogene. Of course none of her clothes fit her. What had been shapeless drapes of loose cloth now barely contained the mounds of round nubile flesh. And, although he knew Imogene was completely inexperienced sexually, he noticed that she consistently tried very hard not to stare at his groin, and failed. On the eighth day, after Imogene had finished her drug regimen, Dr Allen called her into the office for a complete examination. He told the nurse to prep Imogene and leave her in a consultation room. When he opened the door of the room Dr Allen was surprised to see Imogene lying on the exam table completely naked, with her eyes closed, squeezing her breasts. She blushed and quickly let go of her tits as he entered, revealing her nipples which stood out at least half an inch. She smiled shyly and said, "Um, I'm sorry doctor. The nurse told me to put on the paper gown, but I just couldn't seem to make it work." Dr Allen closed the door, cleared his suddenly dry throat and said, "That's quite all right my dear." His gaze strayed over Imogene's succulent body, taking in her long blond hair, dazzling green eyes, full red lips, sun-kissed shoulders, and perfectly shaped breasts with erect rosebud nipples. Her flat stomach, large round hips and tiny blond tuft of pubic hair above a pussy that glistened with silver wetness completed the picture of perfect female sensuality. Imogene had left her heels on for some reason, which made the whole picture one of almost irresistible sex appeal. Imogene, for her part, was almost delirious with desire. The feeling of lying naked before a man was more intense than she'd ever imagined. And now the body she displayed was perfect for sex. Imogene felt her arousal building at an uncontrollable rate. Her breathing increased in speed, her clit hardened and extended, and her thighs began to uncontrollably slide back and forth, slick with the liquid dribbling from her sex. Dr Allen stood dumbfounded as he watched. Imogene's eyes widened and her wet red lips formed an "o" as she panted, "I'm so sorry, Doctor, I ... I can't seem to stop myself ..." With that she put her hand between her thighs and rubbed two fingers in a circular motion around her turgid clit. Imogene then breathed a long low moan and Dr Allen's jaw dropped when he saw a small fountain of silver-clear liquid rise into the air from between her thighs as she orgasmed. [As she remembered the first time she'd cum in the presence of a man, Imogene's thighs began to twitch, working the clamp up and down her clit and rolling the plug in her ass. She gasped from behind the gag as her nipples swelled against the pinching clamps. She clenched her bound fists, shook her golden mane in ecstasy, and moaned as she came, the hot sweet-smelling liquid running down her kneeling thighs and over her calves.] Imogene couldn't drag her eyes from Dr Allen's crotch because, for the first time in her life, she was giving a man a hard on. She was mesmerized as she watched the bulge in his pants lengthen and expand. She unconsciously licked her lips and then looked into Dr Allen's eyes. "Doctor Allen," she whispered, "please may I see it?" She slowly lay back on the table and spread her legs and continued to finger herself. Dr Allen took off his lab coat, unbuttoned and removed his shirt, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. At the sight of Dr Allen's cock Imogene's breath caught in her throat and she came again, her cum squirting onto Dr Allen's belly. "Oh, Dr Allen!" Imogene purred as she lifted her legs off the table and spread her pussy open as an invitation. Dr Allen paused for only a moment, and then pressed the head of his fully erect cock against Imogene's tight virgin pussy, now bright pink and shiny with her cum, and he gently pushed. Imogene writhed and wailed on the examination table as inch after inch disappeared into her sex. Dr Allen slid in and out of Imogene, slowly at first, and then pumped into her harder and faster. Her luscious tits jiggled in time with his thrusts and her wails turned to a scream as she came again and again, deluging Dr Allen with her cum. He pushed her legs back, balancing her ankles on his shoulders and pounded deeper, and then groaned loudly as he came hard, shooting jet after jet into Imogene's hot wet pussy. As he pulled out Imogene came again, and then lost consciousness, just as a nurse came rushing into the room in response to Imogene's cries. [Imogene felt someone remove her blindfold. The ropes that bound her prevented her from turning around, but in front of her she saw a sheet of plywood with a four-inch hole cut into it. Through the hole she spied a grey cinder-block room in which a dozen men were sitting on folding chairs. They were all naked and most of them had hard-ons. The room was lit with a harsh, stark glare by two hanging worklights that cast long shadows. Imogene then heard a "crack" and felt a stinging pain on her left ass cheek. She smiled as she realized the evening's action had finally begun.] Imogene didn't see Dr Allen at the clinic after she lost her virginity to him. She learned from a nurse that he'd been reprimanded for having sexual relations with a patient and was reassigned within the FBI. Little did the nurse know that Imogene was that patient, and that the memory of it made a few drops of cum run down her thighs. A female doctor took Imogene's case and within a week pronounced her fit and no longer in need of a doctor's care. Imogene wasn't quite sure what to do next. She had a place to live and plenty of money for the time-being so she didn't need to rush to find a job. She decided the thing she needed to do most was buy clothes, so she went shopping. When she got home and laid her purchases out on her bed she was surprised to notice that everything she'd chosen had either a low neckline, a high hemline, or both. And every item was extremely tight. She tried on each outfit again and got more and more turned on by her own reflection in the mirror. After she'd removed the last low-cut blouse and short skirt she lay down on her bed and brought herself to an intense and very wet orgasm. "I have a beautiful body now," she thought to herself. "I might as well show it off." And show it off she did. She was like a child with a new toy. She loved the way men, and some women, looked at her as she walked down the street in Scottsdale. She often paused in front of stores to admire herself in the windowed reflection. Her large breasts always swelled out of whatever she was wearing, ample cleavage rising and falling with her breath. Her clothes hugged her waist and hips and her skirts always showed lots of suntanned leg. Finally, her shoes were invariably the most "come fuck me" variety heels she could find. One day she was admiring her reflection in the window of an art gallery when she noticed a black man watching her from across the street behind her. When she turned around he looked her up and down slowly, gestured to her to follow and disappeared around a corner. Curious, Imogene slowly crossed the street and followed. The man walked several blocks then disappeared into a doorway. There were no signs indicating the nature of the shop, just a dark flight of stairs leading up. She could hear the heavy beat of music drifting down from above. For some reason the uncertainty and sense of risk she felt went right to her clitoris and she felt her arousal build. She liked the feeling and proceeded slowly up the stairs. As she reached the landing a door swung open and the music poured out. Another black man held the door open for her, flashed a smile and said, "Anyone looks as good as you gets in free." He waved her into what was obviously a private club. The room was surprisingly large and dark and filled with black men and white women juking and gyrating to loud music. Imogene felt a rush of heat rise from her groin to her belly and across her breasts as she made her way onto the dance floor, surrounded by the heavy bass sounds and the heady aroma of cologne and sweat. Her excitement increased when the man she'd seen on the street appeared before her. He was tall, well muscled and beautiful. His hair was cut short, his goatee trimmed, and he had a diamond stud in his earlobe. His neatly tailored suit completed the picture of wealthy confidence. In a rich melodic voice he asked Imogene to follow him, and then turned and led her to a booth at the back of the club. As they sat down a waitress appeared. Imogene breathed in sharply when she realized the girl, a tall willowy redhead, was completely naked except for a pair of red stiletto heels. The waitress smiled at the man and said, "Hello Devon. What can I get for you two?" Devon moved his hand from the table to Imogene's thigh as he said, "A glass of Chardonnay for my friend and a Henn for me." The waitress winked at them and went to get their drinks. Imogene was frozen in place by the feel of his hot hand so near her sex. "Now you know my name," he said quietly, "what's yours?" Imogene stammered her name and involuntarily opened her thighs wider. Devon smiled and slid his hand up the soft interior of her leg until his fingers brushed her pussy lips. Imogene had recently learned how to keep her lips shaved and smooth, leaving only a tiny triangle of pubic hair above her clit. She loved to feel the softness when she masturbated, and Devon clearly liked it too because his fingers continued to press and probe even as the waitress delivered their drinks. Imogene was fighting hard to keep her arousal under control. She'd been practicing for weeks, using vibrators and watching porn on the Internet in order to learn to subdue her sex drive. But this was the first time she'd been with a man since Dr Allen and she was quickly losing the battle with her lust. Devon worked a finger into Imogene's pussy, then a second and a third. As he slid his fingers in and out he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He took her hand and placed it in his lap and she immediately grasped his hard cock through his pants and squeezed. At that moment Imogene moaned and climaxed and her cum ran out over her chair and onto the floor. With a trembling hand she lifted her wine to her lips and took a long sip. It was the last thing she remembered doing until much later that night. [The sound of the paddle striking Imogene's ass seemed to be a cue for the men in the room and they all got up and approached the plywood wall. Within seconds an erect cock was thrust through the hole, right before Imogene's eyes. It was long and pink and nicely shaped. The unseen person behind Imogene removed the ball gag and Imogene immediately took the cock in her mouth, swirled her tongue around the head and then slowly sucked it down her throat. She held the length of the cock inside for several seconds, with her forehead pressed against the plywood and her nose in the man's pubic hair, then slowly lifted off leaving the cock glistening with her saliva. She heard a low groan from the other side of the wooden partition, and she smiled.]