8 comments/ 47303 views/ 18 favorites Katie's Journey By: SilverDrake Prologue I am groggy. I open my eyes and I do not know where I am. The room I am lying in is white. I am on a hospital bed, or gurney, and everything around me is white white. My body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I try to move, but I can't. Nothing is responding. Not my arms, not my hands, not my legs. I fear I am paralyzed. I try to speak, but there is something in my mouth, and as I gain consciousness I realize, with a start, that there is something in my throat. I must be intubated, I conclude. I start to panic. I must have been in a car accident. I try to make a noise, but the tube makes it impossible. Where is my wife. Where are my kids, I wonder. The overhead fluorescent lighting hurts my eyes, so I close them for a minute. When I open my eyes again after a few minutes, I notice that a sheet has been draped right in front of me, effectively separating my head from the rest of my body, so I can not see the rest of me. I hear a noise repeating. A "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"; over and over. Time passes, and I slip in and out of consciousness. But each time I awaken, I feel a little less groggy. I try to remember where I am - what happened. But my brain is fuzzy and the only thngs I remember a flashes. A woman screaming. I remember... I remember coming home from work. I remember stepping off my commuter train, into my parking lot late at night, and watching a van pull up to me. One of those vans without windows that painters and handymen use. And then... I vaguely remember the van pulling up, a beautiful woman opening the side panel door and... and then fuzz again. I drift off to sleep. The gentle woosh woosh droning on around me as I begin to dream. Chapter 1 I was born in 1972, in a small town in Italy. My parents came to America, in search of a better life, when I was just 5 years old. I remember little of my early years, but I know I was happy. I grew up in a normal house. With normal parents, no siblings and no immediate family anywhere near. I was always self-sufficient, so when my parents died in a tragic car accident when I was seventeen, despite the pain and fear and sadness I felt, I decided to petition the Court to allow me to take care of myself until my 18th birthday. The Court agreed to my request and, given that I was financially independent thanks to two large life insurance policies, I was able to simply resume my life. I went to college a few months later, sold my house and everything I had, and put the money into accounts to live off of until I was able to graduate and get a job to support myself. College was uneventful. Four years of studying, light partying, some dating and more studying. I had friends, a future as a lawyer, and despite missing my parents, I lived happily. I first met Sara, my future wife, when I was 23 years old. We dated briefly, broke up and forgot about each other for five years, when suddenly we ran into each other on the streets of Manhattan once day, grabbed a drink, had some dinner, spent the next 8 months together and got married in a civil ceremony at City Hall in downtown New York City. I was madly in love with Sara when we got married and that never changed. Sex was wonderful from the start. She is a beautiful, voluptuous woman. Irish heritage, black hair and green eyes, standing at 5'7", 120 lbs, nice C-cup boobs that she loved me to play with. And freckles. She drove me wild with passion and we couldn't get enough of each other. The first few years were wonderful. We made love almost every night. We role played when we didn't feel like straight-old sex; used toys, and excited each other by talking about what we would do to each other. She was an addiction for me. Our marriage was great. We fought about stupid things, but always rallied when something important was afoot. I was going to live the rest of my life with Sara and our children, and finally, after a couple of years of trying, we were rewarded with a daughter. Life was beautiful. But. And there is always a but in these stories. I had a secret. Well, not so much a secret as a fetish. A fetish I could not talk to her about. At least I didn't think so. I love pornography. Even though I was satisfied with my love life, I couldn't wait to get to my office each morning and load up some fetish porn. Big tits. Huge tits. Tits getting fucked. Facial videos. Anal. Especially first time anal videos. Cuckold videos. Gay cocksuckers. Trannies, lezzies, sissies, big cock videos, huge cock videos, first time videos, threesomes, foursomes, orgies... basically anything that would strike my fancy. Some days it was beautiful young girls giving head. Other days it was a gay guy sucking his first cock and getting his first cum bath. And so forth. I never acted on the videos. Although sometimes I needed more, and I would start chats with women. We would flirt, talk about what we would do to each other, and I would jerk off (always intending to eat my cum afterwards but never doing it as the wish to eat cum would vanish, as soon as I came...). But I never actually met anyone, never actually touched anyone other than my wife. Because in my mind I felt that, although the harmless flirting and sexting with strangers was a slight violation of my marriage vows, anything further would be cheating and a betrayal. So, with that spurious reasoning, I continued to flirt and sext online, and then I would work out the sexual frustrations with my wife when I got home. In retrospect, maybe I should have talked to my wife. But I couldn't. And, as I progressed, my fetish became darker; my fantasies - dirtier. I began to pretend to be gay, and to pick up men (online). We would talk, exchange pictures and fantasies and often masturbate together on-line. Although I never wanted to be with a man, I found myself describing submissive acts that I promised I would do to strange gay men. And so, one day, I found myself taking to "Jack" on line. He was an alpha male. Bisexual, dominant and demanding. He described himself as 6'5" tall, 250 pounds and ripped. As I sat alone in my office, he ordered me to remove my clothes, and to play with my nipples. Twist them. Pinch them. Try to lick them. He ordered me to jerk off, and to eat my cum. He was sexy, clearly not a novice and, against my better judgment, I found myself listening to, and following every direction given to me by this on-line master. I was mezmerized. i enjoyed letting go, giving someone else the power to order me around, to make me cum. The fantasy was one of the hottest I'd ever had. I would do anything for him, and after a couple of hours of on-line playing, I said goodbye, telling him I hoped to see him again. But by the time I finished typing he was gone. I cleaned up the left-over cum. As I wiped myself, I couldn't help but taste the cum on my lips. In my throat. I usually shied away from eating cum, but I was still turned on by my conversation with Jake and I slowly sucked on my fingers as they gathered the left-over splatters. After I cleaned up, erased my search history and put myself together I caught the train home. And then my life changed. As I walked to the car a chill ran up my spine. It was later than usual, and I had called ahead to tell my wife that I'd be late, and not to worry. The lot was deserted and I was the only one there. I saw something move from the corner of my eye. That's when I first noticed the van. It was white, with the letters K&G Painters stenciled on the side. The van had no windows in the rear, and the front windows were tinted to give the passengers all the privacy they would need. I hurried, towards my car, unlocked the doors and, just as the van pulled up along-side me, I opened my car door. I heard the high-pitched excuse me just as I sat down. I looked, and a beautiful young woman was exiting the van. "Sorry to bother you sir," she said. I looked at her carefully. Maybe 35 years old. About 5'2" tall, no more than 100 lbs and nice little boobs poking out from her shirt. The hard nipples and shape of the breasts gave me the impression that she was bra-less. She wore tight shorts, and flip-flops. "We are lost. Can yo help us?" she asked. The roadways around were confusing, and directions were not a strange request. "Sure," I smiled and replied. "Who's we?" I then asked. "Oh, sorry. It's me and my friends." The side door to the van slid open, and three more girls were revealed. All about the same age. All beautiful. "Hi," I smiled sheepishly. The girls waved and smiled, and one from the rear seat asked "Can you take us to the highway?" I stepped forward smiling, looking at each of the girls, and mentally taking pictures of these girls, for use later, at home in my mind. The one who asked me for help was especially beautiful. Blonde hair, big big boobs, long legs and a smile to die for. I put my hands on the side of the van, intending to give directions, when suddenly I felt a pin prick in my neck. A mosquito? A wasp? My neck began to burn, and the world started to spin. As I fell forward, one of the girls grabbed me and, the last thing I heard was a man's voice saying "Perfect. Good job, ladies. He'll do perfectly." And the world went black. ***** Comments are wanted and welcome. Thank you. Katie's Journey Ch. 02 I don't know how long I lay in the white room. A loud bang woke me. I felt tingly all over, like my limbs were finally beginning to thaw out. I tried turning but again I couldn't move. "Good morning, Katie," a voice rang out behind me. I could hear a scratching sound and, of course, the whoosh whoosh whoosh. I tried moving my head, but she was out of sight and all I could see were white walls. The tube had been removed from my throat, but a ball gag had replaced the tube, so I still could not talk. "hmpffff," I tried. But it was useless. "Relax, Katie, all will be explained soon enough," the voice said. I must have had a roommate, since the voice was speaking to a "Katie." But from my position, I could see nothing. I found it odd that they would pair up a man and a woman in a hospital room, but my fuzzy head, and annoying frozen limbs, didn't let my mind linger long on that thought. I tried to speak again, but the same muffled gagging sound came out, and I stopped. A door opened and closed, followed by a locking "click." The lights in the room dimmed, controlled by some invisible source, and a television screen appeared in the ceiling, directly above my head. The screen came to life. A blue screen with low music playing and the word "relax." Then, suddenly, a series of pictures began to flash on the screen, scrolling so fast that I could barely make anything out. Words were illegible, pictures, a blur. Women mostly, I thought. Dressed, shopping, eating, dancing, studying, in beds, on chairs, couches, sofas, on the beach, in bikinis, in dresses, in jeans and t-shirts, in lingerie. Older women and younger girls. They were walking, running, sleeping, sitting, eating, doing all sorts of mundane things. The pictures flashed by incredibly fast, making it impossible to focus in on any one image. And then, after what might have been a few minutes or a few hours of this assault on the senses, sudden blackness. Sleep came quickly. And that night I dreamt about girls. Not a sex dream. Not anything in particular, really. Just a dream about different girls, doing every day boring things. Women driving cars, washing dishes, working as bank tellers, waitresses, secretaries, nurses, doctors, lawyers - one was a garage mechanic. The dream felt real. But it wasn't sexual, or depraved. Just snippets of the lives of various women. By the time I woke up, I felt I somehow knew these women. Intimately. I felt as if I had been watching them for the entirety of their lives. I watched as they learned to walk, to put on make-up; as they learned to dress themselves; as they studied, and ate, and flirted with men. I watched as they lived and grew older, sexier, fatter. I awoke again in the white room. The ball gag had been removed from my mouth, and my throat felt dry and scratchy. I began to try to speak, but I was only able to clear my throat, a sound that sounded weak, and timid. "Don't try to speak," the same woman's voice behind me. "You've been intubated for the better part of five months - your throat needs some time to heal and adjust." I heard her. And I heard the 5 months. But it didn't register. I tried speaking, but no sound would come. "My name is Dr. Landau," the voice continued. "I am the head of the program here at Transformation, Inc., and you are one of our patients here. As it turns out, one of our most important patients." I tried to move, to look at my doctor, to ask what happened? Was I hit by a car? Was I sick? Was it cancer? But I was still weak, and held down by a force I could not make heads or tales of. And I couldn't speak yet. "Don't try to move. Your body has been through a very traumatic experience. We expect to be able to let you move in a few days. For now, just keep resting, and just know that although you've been through a serious trauma, we are working with you, and on your mind subliminally, to help you transition into your new life." As those words echoed in my head, I finally understood what had happened. I was in an accident, and I was paralyzed and I would have to learn to live with my new limitations. I began to feel sleepy, and the lights dimmed again. I heard a girl crying nearby, just slight sobs and whimpers. It must be my roommate, Katie. I wanted to help her - to tell her everything would be ok, but my voice just wouldn't work. And I was so tired. I stared at the screen above me, which came to life with images once again scrolling too fast to make out, and I soon began to dream. In my dream, I watched as a beautiful naked woman walked up to me. She stopped directly in front of me. She was tall, with large breasts, a slim waist and sexy, hourglass hips. Her face was young, no more than 24 or 25. Her lips full. Her eyes and hair dark, mysterious. She had shoulder length black hair. Her naked breasts glistened with baby oil. I reached out to touch them as she stood before me, and they felt amazing. Soft, warm, full. The nipples were perfect, like hard pencil erasers. Her areolas, the size of silver dollars. I pinched her nipples with my fingers, and felt her pinching my nipples in return. Her stomach was flat, but not muscular. The mound of hair on her pussy was dark, cut close and wet from her juices. I watched as she knelt in front of me, unzipping my jeans, taking my cock out and licking the tip. "Make me cum," I said to her in my dream. She smiled, sat back, spread her legs and began to furiously masturbate, two fingers in her pussy while the other hand played with her clit. "Ok," was all she said before she tensed and screamed "Yesssssss." I looked down, and my cock was gone. She lay there, legs spread, her pussy glistening. "Hope that was good for you, Katie" was the last words she said, before her body disappeared, and I awoke, once again, with a start. Katie's Journey Ch. 03 There are some memories in life that you can never shake. No matter what. And the third time I awoke, bound and unable to move, was one of these times. This time, I was sitting in a different room. The mechanical whoosh whoosh was gone, replaced by classical music playing softly over invisible speakers. At first I thought the room was the same room, all white, small, mostly hidden from my view. But as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that I had been moved. The room was, in fact, a very light shade of pink. Gone was the television on the ceiling and, as far as I could tell, the room was empty save for the chair I sat in, and a small dresser with some items strewn on top. I was bound. My hands were tied to the chair, behind my back. My legs also seemed to be tied to the chair, but the ball gag had been removed. I felt the pressure of my bindings on my chest. I imagined that I must have broken ribs in an accident and that they were bound to provide support. I looked down, but I was covered from just below the neck, to my feet, with a white sheet. "Good morning," a voice said. I tried to turn my head, to look, but I could not see anything. "Please do not try to talk," the disembodied voice continued. "I am going to do some work on you, and you need to be very quiet. Not a word, or a sound. If you so much as try to speak, severe punishment will follow. So please, be quiet." As she said these last words, she walked around me and stood before me. Once again, I was faced with a beautiful woman. Judging by how she stood over me, I imagined her to be at least 6'2" tall. She had a perfect body, which I could see easily in the outfit she wore. A tight white v-neck t-shirt accentuated her large breasts. She wore a tight plaid mini-skirt, high heels and, through the t-shirt, I could see a red, lacy bra. Her hair was in pig-tails. She smiled at me, a warm smile. "Please nod," she said. "OK?" I nodded and she moved behind me. I suddenly felt a brush being pulled through my hair. But my hair, for the first time in my life, was long. As she pulled the brush through tangles, my scalp was pulled in every direction, and within minutes what started out as a painful experience became quite pleasurable. As I sat, having this beautiful strange woman brush my long hair, I decided I needed to ask her what was going on. I cleared my throat and began to speak but a timid "what..." was all that I managed to get out. My voice didn't sound like me, and I startled myself. What happened? Despite being scratchy and harsh, from non-use, it sounded much higher to me than normal. But that thought didn't stop me from continuing. I didn't stop speaking because of the strange voice that came out. I stopped speaking, because of what happened next. In the split second after I spoke, a door, behind me, slammed open. The woman who brushed my hair pulled away and immediately started to speak, the fear tangible in her voice. She pleaded "Please, no, I'm sorry... I told her not to speak... I warned her. I told her there would be a punishment, please... no..." As she spoke, she moved past me, towards the small dresser. I could see fear in her eyes. The words that came out of her mouth were lost on me, but the fear was tangible. I could feel her fear. "Assume the position," a low, gravelly male voice said. "Now". The man's growl sent shivers up my spine, but it was nothing compared to what I saw when he walked around me. He stood at least 6'5" tall, and must have weighed in excess of 300 pounds. He wore a belt harness across his tightly muscled chest, a black leather crotchless thong, and a leather mask that hid his face. His cock and balls hung large for the world to see, with a large silver ring keeping his cock turgid. Thick ribbons of muscle made his arms look like most men's legs. As he approached the woman, the man's cock grew further, and I could hardly believe my own eyes. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. At least 12 inches long and thick; thick like a soda can. As he approached the woman, she continued to plead for leniency, but while doing so turned, lifted her skirt, dropped her pink thong around her ankles and bent over at the waist. The man advanced and, without stopping for a moment, he rammed his cock deep in her pussy. She screamed as he began to pound her dry pussy relentlessly. At first she sounded like she was in pain. But after no more than a minute, her cries started to sound like moans of pleasure. He fucked her pussy mercilessly for at least 15 minutes, a hydraulic piston with no 'off' position, until he finally climaxed, with a grunt, and pulled out. When he pulled out, I could see cum flow out of her pussy. She didn't move away, or make any attempt to shift her position, but continued to moan. I watched, as the realization dawned on me. She was still cumming. The man watched her tremble as his cum dripped out of her pussy. Then, suddenly, he turned to me. His massive cock was now slightly smaller, but still bigger than anyone I'd ever seen. A dollop of cum appeared at the tip, and the man moved towards me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wasn't gay, but I was mesmerized by the giant tool before me. He moved closer and stopped just inches away from my face, from my mouth. "And you, cunt," he said. "Next time you speak out of turn, that will be your punishment. Cunts need to know their place". As he spoke, he smiled, squeezed his cock, causing an even bigger drop of cum to appear. He moved forward, his large cock getting closer to my face. I wanted to turn, to avoid contact with the quickly growing cock. But I couldn't. Suddenly, he thrust his pelvis forward, his cock touching my mouth, and smeared the drop of cum on my lips. He wiped his cock on my face, slapped me with it a few times, laughed a deep, guttural laugh, and walked out the door. The thought of that monster penetrating my ass was terrifying. There was no way I could take that without being ripped apart. As I sat there, the drop of cum on my lips, I watched as the woman rose, fixed her clothing, smiled at me as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred and said "OK, now, where were we?" She moved behind me, finished brushing my hair, then moved in front of me and started to apply make-up to my face. I couldn't think. My brain was fuzzy and all I could think about was the man's giant cock. I could taste his cum on my lips, and each time I tasted the salty-sweet goo, tingles ran up and down my spine, from my head to my toes and back. My groin was on fire, and all I could think of was fucking. She worked on my eyes, my face, my lips and when she finally finished she smiled again. "Wow," she said. "I am good. If I still could, I'd wanna fuck you." I looked up at her, my eyes betraying my curiosity. "Are you ready to see the new you?" she asked. Careful not to say a word, I nodded. She pulled a mirror out of the top drawer, walked before me and held it up. And ...I fainted where I sat. Katie's Journey Ch. 04 When I wake up, I am back in my room. I am lying down again, and the sheet is once more draped around me. I am bound, gagged and disoriented. The rhythmic whoosh whoosh of the machine is back and it's hypnotic recurrence makes me sleepy, causing me to doze off and wake up every few minutes. Or maybe it's hours. It's impossible for me to say at this point. As the minutes and hours pass, I find myself less groggy. I want to scream, but my mouth is full of ball, so I know it's useless. Looking around, I take stock of the room. There is a dresser to my right, the same color and shape as the one in the light pink room. On top of the dresser is a photograph which I can't make out. The television in the ceiling is still playing. Image after image flashes by, but I am still too groggy and disoriented to make heads or tails of anything I see. I find that if a close my eyes, then open and close them really fast, I can see just one image for a moment. I do this several times, and each time the image is different. It's always girls or women, but never in lewd situations. Always clothed and doing normal, everyday stuff. To my left are a chair and a stool. There are no windows, no pictures on the wall, and the room smells clean, of disinfectant. I hear the door open, and the click of heels on the tile floor. Dr. Landau again. "Good morning, Katie," she says. As soon as she calls me Katie, the events of the previous day flood back into my mind. The hair brushing, my attempt to speak, my smokey voice, the giant man with the huge penis fucking that woman in my room, and his cock - his magnificent cock - on my lips. As I ponder that adjective, "magnificent", I suddenly remember the mirror. The woman in the plaid skirt and t-shirt walking towards me, as she adjusted her skirt, mirror in hand. Her smirk as she stood above me, and the big smile when she turned that mirror. I passed out as soon as the mirror reflected my image. I'd like to think it was a trick of the mind, but now my memory is crystal clear; I can't shake the image. When she turned the mirror, a rather attractive young woman stared back. Of course, all I could see was the head - my body was covered by a sheet - but I knew even then. This wasn't some trick of the light. It wasn't make-up and a wig. The brush going through my hair wasn't brushing a wig - the brush brushed my scalp and my hair. The eyes that stared back at me where mine. The face, belonged to a young girl. No more than 22 or 23 years old. Half my age. I looked at Dr. Landau as the realization came upon me. The feeling on my chest, the tight wrapping, the heat emanating from my groin, none of it had ever felt like that before. None of the parts that I was feeling were mine. Yet there was no mistaking what I felt. Pressure on my chest. A lack of something vital below the waist. Dr. Landau simply stared at me, as I struggled with the realization of what I was facing. She had a wry smile on her face and seemed to be doing more than just observing me. As my face contorted, the memories causing me pain and worry and more pain, she scribbled on her clip-board, noting my reactions. "Katie," she continued as she finished writing on the clip-board, "Today is going to be a very busy day. for you, dear. I am sure you have a million questions, but again I must ask you to be quiet but you will allow me to explain at my own pace. I also have to examine you physically, so we will be removing you from the machine again, and I will be examining you from head to toe." Dr. Landau moved around me, pressed some buttons on the machine that I now realized actually contained my body, and the whoosh whoosh stopped. The machine opened up, like a suntan bed, or a coffin. I attempted to lift my hands, but they were still bound. Dr. Landau continued pressing buttons on the machine, and then removed the gag from my mouth. "I am removing the mouth restraint, but you are still not to talk," she said. As if to punctuate that order, the huge man from the previous day opened the door, walked in and stood next to me. He was dressed the same as the other day, making me think that maybe my days were confused. Belts across his chest. A crotchless thong, and a cock ring around his enormous cock and balls. I could not take my eyes off of his cock. It's veins pulsing, as he stood arms crossed across his chest. I looked at him and I could see him staring into my eyes, a smirk on his face. Reaching down, he grabbed his cock at its base, and gave stroked it once, producing a large drop of pre-cum. Dr. Landau was turned so she did not see, or perhaps did not care that it was happening. The mountain of a man walked to me and smeared the pre-cum dollop directly across my lips. Again, my groin was instantly on fire. I licked my lips involuntarily and tasted his pre-cum. It was sweet and a little bitter at the same time. I could feel a strange warmth between my legs. I felt excited, dirty, hot, and confused. I knew I was turned on, but I also knew that every nerve in my body should be repulsed by this act. I was not gay. I played pretend on-line, sure, but it was all fantasy. Yet here I was getting hard... no wait... not getting hard... getting hot. And suddenly, panic set in. Dr. Landau saw the panicked look on my face and came to me. "I think it's time now," she began. "Katie" she said as she stroked my head and hair, "the first thing you need to wrap that pretty little brain around, is that you are not who you think you are. Not anymore" She moved to the dresser, picked up the framed photograph and moved back to my side. She placed the photograph in front of my face. "The man you see in this picture died in a tragic boating accident. Unfortunately, his body has not been recovered," she continued. "The family mourned, but now they have moved on with their lives. Your past self is no more." I was dumbfounded. I was staring at a picture of me and my family, taken a month before the van pulled up in the parking lot. We were on a beach, the kids wet from the ocean, my wife looking at me with a look of annoyance, or disdain... and me, standing 6'2", bronzed from the sun, looking happy and smug. I remember that day, and that picture, as it were yesterday. We went to the beach with some friends and their kids. Minutes before the picture had been taken, we had returned from a trip to the public toilets, where I had "convinced" my wife to give me a quick blow job before going back. Perhaps convinced wasn't the best word for it... where I forced her to suck me off, may be a better way of putting it. At first, she said no. Several times. But I insisted, despite her insistence that she didn't want to "suck your sand-covered cock." In the end, my persistence paid off - it didn't hurt that I was much stronger and bigger than she was. I followed her into the ladies room and when she sat down on the toilet topee, I walked in, dropped my pants and forced my cock in her mouth. She tried to resist, to push away, but then realized I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I let her suck me for a minute, before that feeling started to bubble up in my balls. And then, not caring about what I was doing to whom, I fucked her throat until I came hard. "Fuck," she said as I finally allowed her to pull off my cock. She spit out whatever cum she hadn't been forced to swallow. "Yuck," she said. "I really wasn't in the mood to swallow. Thanks a lot!" I smirked, kissed her gently and said "No, thank YOU". "Fuck you." she replied. "You think that was funny? I didn't want to suck your cock and you made me," she continued. She dabbed her pussy with a couple of sheets of toilet paper, pulled up her bikini bottoms and roughly scooted past me. As she washed her face I couldn't help but to admire her cleavage. She was petite, but had huge boobs. Her bikini tightly hugged her butt, slightly indenting in the crease. She picked at it, and I started to get hard again. I couldn't help myself. As she rinsed her mouth out, I walked up to her from behind, hugged her tight, squeezed her tits and said "Oh, I'm sorry baby. Please forgive me. Don't be mad". I pushed my hardening dick into the small of her back. "Mad?" She replied. "You practically raped my mouth!" She was angry, and my hands fondling her tits while I humped her back, put her over the edge. She pushed me away and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to adjust my fly, wash my face and blow a kiss to the hot guy in the mirror. As she called me an "asshole" all I could think was "life is good." Dr. Landau was still speaking, but I had missed most of what she said. I was still back on that beach, but snapped out of it when I felt hands behind my back, gently raising me to a sitting position. When I sat up, I became dizzy again. My feet, which I could now see, looked small, and dainty. I was still covered by a sheet, so I could only see my feet and ankles. "We are going to undress you now." Dr. Landau said, and I couldn't help but think there was a hint of amusement in her voice. She, too, was beautiful. Her hair was tightly wrapped in a bun, and she wore ruby red lipstick, a lab coat, a black pencil skirt and high heels over stockinged feet. Her hands were manicured with matching ruby-red polish. The man-mountain stepped up to me and brought me to my feet. As I stood, a full-length mirror lowered from the ceiling, until it stood directly opposite me. I knew what I was looking at but still I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. There I stood. I raised a hand, and the image waved back. I scratched my head and the reflection scratched hers. I turned my head one way, then the other, and she mirrored my movements. I touched my lips, my face, my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I stood no more than 5'4" or so. My hair was long, and chestnut brown. My face was that of a young woman. I could still see some of my old self in that face, and the woman staring back at me in the mirror reminded me of my cousin Lori, back home. The resemblance was there. The eyes. The eyebrows, especially. I could not see my body yet, as the sheet was draped, but that too soon changed. The man unwrapped my body from the sheet, but I was still wrapped in gauze, from the neck down. Over the course of the next hour, the man and Dr. Landau slowly and carefully removed every last piece of gauze, taking time to pinch or squeeze me in various places, scratch out some notes on the clip-board and then turning back to the task at hand. The woman staring back at me in the mirror was now nude. She stood at attention, hands at her side, eyes fixated on me. And mine on her. I touched my new breasts with my hands. They were big and felt heavy. I've seen hundreds of breasts in my life-time, but I couldn't tell you how big these were. If I had to guess, maybe a double D. Maybe an E. Hard to tell since I didn't know how tall I was,or how much I weighed. My breasts stood out, at attention, as young breasts often do, despite their large size. My areolas were medium size, the size of silver dollars, and my nipples jutted out hard, like pencil erasers. I pinched my right nipple simply to feel, and a not-so-unpleasant electric shock went from my nipple directly to my pussy. My hand moved to my tummy, flat, firm, yet soft. My hips had obviously widened. The thought child baring hips popped into my mind. I had a perfect hourglass figure. The mound between my legs was shaved, but for a small landing strip above my slit, the only evidence that the woman in the mirror was post-pubescent. I reached down and felt my pussy for the first time. It was warm to the touch, and wet. I wasn't feeling particularly turned on, but I couldn't help but touch myself. With Dr. Landau and the mountain looking on, I squatted a little, and used my fingers to spread my pussy lips. I looked at the vulva, the labia. I spread my lips and looked for my clit. When I touched it for the first time, I was amazed. Just a slight touch felt like pre-orgasm as a guy. I could feel myself getting wetter as I looked at the pink pussy in the mirror. I had an urge to touch myself more, but Dr. Landau finally spoke up. "OK, that's enough for that now. Please put your hands down, sit in the chair, cross your legs and listen. Because I am not going to repeat myself. Welcome to your new life." She said. I looked at her and despite being afraid of what would happen, I decided t speak. "Why" was all that the terrified little girl who spoke was able to say, before the mountain slapped her hard in her face. "Shut the fuck up, cunt," he growled. "You listen to the doctor and keep your whore mouth shut, or I will put something in there that will guarantee your fucking silence, got it?" As he asked this question he moved close to me, holding his turgid cock in his right hand. I could smell his bad breath, and see rot in his teeth. His huge, muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and I could smell sex on his skin. I glanced down to see his huge member becoming more erect. He saw me notice, and chortled. "Yeah, I know you want this cock. I can see you drooling at the thought of this tool in your tight cunt" he continued. I stared back in his eyes, terrified of the man, and what he could do to me if he only wanted to. I knew that if he wanted to he could do whatever he wanted, and no one could stop him. I was feeling true fear for the first time in my life. Suddenly, I heard a loud buzzing sound and the man started to shake, and to foam at the mouth. "Enough" said Dr. Landau, sternly. The man stepped back and I realized that I had just witnessed the doctor control the mountain, using an electric dog collar. He stepped back meekly and gruffly mumbled "sorry". Dr. Landau stepped up to me. I sat naked, shivering, legs crossed and arms crossed across my new tits, barely covering the nipples, let alone the big boobs I was trying to hide. "Why, indeed?" she said to me. "Funny you should ask..." To be continued. Katie's Journey to Sluthood Pt. 01 Katie was trying her very best to be quiet. It was 40 minutes after she had promised to be in and she was expecting trouble. Her father didn't seem in the best of moods lately, she tried her hardest to keep him happy but he had become distant and irritable with her. Katie didn't like it much as they had always had a close relationship, but she couldn't blame him for feeling awful since her mother had left them a year ago. She had sent her father a text message to say she would be late, but had no reply so assumed he was asleep. Katie was a little more drunk than she could comfortably hide, and the last thing she needed was to wake anyone up and draw attention to herself. The key fumbled in the lock for what seemed like an eternity before slowly pushing into the barrel. Katie turned the key and silently pushed the door open. The hallway was dark except for the moonlight splashes on the tiled floor. She immediately took off her shoes after closing the door, so as not to make a noise going up the stairs. Her thoughts turned to her father; she hoped he was ok and that his mood would return to normal soon. She missed the little things like being able to sit on his lap without him getting grumpy, or snugging up on the sofa for more than 5 minutes before he decided he had something more important to do. It had been her 18th birthday 3 months ago and, although he and gone to an awful amount of effort to organise a big party, great presents and even paid for a weekend break with three of her friends; she'd had very little of the thing she wanted most. Simply some time and attention from her father. Her softly falling feet finally reached the top of the stairs, and she began to creep along the landing towards her room. As she passed her fathers room, she heard low voices and paused to listen. She couldn't hear enough to make out words, but they sounded kind of frantic and excitable. She suddenly felt a panic "who the hell has he got in there?" she thought to herself, at the same time as trying to ignore the jealous feeling deep inside her. In an instant, she decided she absolutely had to know what was going on and plucked up the drunken courage to crack open the door and get a sneaky look. She silently and slowly turned the knob and eased the door open slightly. What she saw next made her draw in a sharp breath in surprise and shock. She could see her father side on, standing by the edge of the bed naked, and stroking his fully erect cock, his eyes looking at something out of her view. Her own eyes bulged as she took in the scene fully, she could not remember the last time she had seen her fathers cock, but it definitely didn't look anything like this, it was huge! Not massively long, but god it looked thick. He was circumcised too, so his purple head flared out where it met the thick shaft. "Ohhh, I bet that would feel amazing in me" she thought and simultaneously felt a tingle between her legs and a feeling of confusion. She knew she shouldn't have feelings like this about her father, but was helpless in controlling them. Try as she might to deny her emotions, occasionally she got caught off guard. For as long as she could remember, she had always fancied her dad, idolised him even. There had been boyfriends, but no one lasted very long as they couldn't possibly match the high bar in her mind, that had been unknowingly set by her father. She continued to silently watch him stroking back and forth, mesmerised by the sight. She could hear a little clearer now that the door was open, but still couldn't see enough to tell if there was anyone else in the room. Fuelled by her desire to know, she gently pushed the door another inch. Nothing. And another inch, she didn't dare go any further for fear of being caught. His strokes were getting quicker now, and he was starting to make little moaning noises. Katie leaned across the door a little more to get a better view. She could see that he was watching a porn movie, the usual thing, a massively oversized cock slamming into a tiny, much younger girl doggy-style. Her father's grunts became more frequent and Katie looked back at him, his brow was starting to sweat and his face was screwed up in the look of a man completely engrossed in pleasure. She looked at the screen again to see the scene change. The girl was down on her knees now, taking the guys cock right down the back of her throat. Katie noticed that the guy was much older and that the girl was wearing the remnants of a school uniform. The girl removed the cock from her throat, strands of spit stringing out over her chin and chest as she did so. Katie really wanted to rub her swelling clit, but didn't dare to move in case she made a noise. The girl in the movie looked up at the man and sweetly said; "Are you gonna give me your cum?" "Aren't you going to ask me nicely if you want it?" the man replied. She rammed her mouth all the way down on his cock again, and straight back out. "Damn, I need to learn how to do that," thought Katie. "Please," said the actress "Please will you cum all over my face?" she begged, "Have I been a good enough girl for you daddy? Do I deserve some cum daddy?" Katie felt shocked, surprised and instantly so horny that she felt herself dampen against her panties. She looked at her father, whose face was pure ecstasy, "Please daddy" the actress begged some more, "Your little slut wants daddy's cum...all over her pretty face". Katie looked down at his cock as he slowed his strokes, her one hand on the door handle ready to close it at any moment. She didn't want to miss watching him cum. Eventually the actor rewarded the actress with what she had asked for - a massive sticky load all over her face and mouth, dripping everywhere. "Do I look pretty all covered in your cum daddy?" the actress asked. This was obviously too much for her father and a split second later he shot an enormous load all over the floor, spurt after spurt, it seemed to go on for ages. Katie had never seen so much cum before. She didn't hang around until he finished, that was way too risky. She slowly and silently pulled the door closed and sneaked along the corridor to her room. She pushed her own door quietly closed behind her and let out a sigh. "Wow" she wondered, "Did I just witness that?" her heart was beating fast, her breathing deep and with a cocktail of adrenaline and alcohol careering through her veins, her thoughts continued. "What the hell is going on?" Katie was massively aroused at the thought of her father fantasising about fucking his daughter, "Does he want to do that with me?" she wondered, "I hope so, because I sure want him, I've known it for ages." It would make sense as to why he was avoiding much physical contact with her, and why he had been so grumpy lately too. It wasn't long before her mind drifted back to her daddy's cock, as she peeled off her clothes and got into bed. "My god, so much bigger than I ever imagined" she thought, "Will it even fit?!" and immediately her hand shot between her legs and began rubbing herself. "Daddy," Katie's filthy mind began to indulge her, "I wanna cum all over your cock, then I want your cum all over me, please?" Her pussy was already ridiculously wet and her clit rock hard. She moved her other hand down so she could get her fingers inside too. It didn't take long before she felt her orgasm rising up inside her. Her thoughts turned to what it would be like on her knees, looking up at daddy's fat cock and begging him to cum all over her. She felt her pussy tighten around her fingers as the shockwaves of orgasm began to rip through her body. After the spasms and waves of pleasure relented, Katie lay still in the aftermath. Her fingers and pussy soaked, feeling exhausted but elated and drifted off to sleep. The next morning Katie awoke with a slightly fuzzy head. She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. Standing under the shower with the water running over her body, she remembered the events of last night. She smiled to herself thinking how naughty that had felt. She wished she could experience it for real herself. Then a thought crossed her mind; "What if... No, seriously, what if I could put him in a position where he just couldn't say no?" She already knew that he clearly had a fantasy that was not just about younger girls, but also about having sex with his daughter. "What if I could seduce him into giving in?" She felt the familiar tingle deep inside her, and started playing with herself while she formulated a plan... ***** There are many parts to this story, in my head that is... Part 2 nearly finished and to follow soon, any comments and feedback gladly accepted, unless you are a troll! ;) thanks!