10 comments/ 18170 views/ 29 favorites Tits and Transformation By: Borntolust All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is the story of feminization for love. It is not about femdom or submission. ***** We were comfortable with each other. We had been together five years, married for the last three. Our love was real, but not exciting. Yes, comfortable describes us well. We were both in our late twenties. Both of us soft and a little overweight. I loved her as she was. Portly with just a little bit of a belly and plump tits. When she wore a tight dress she filled it nicely with bulges in seductive places, a broad and luscious ass and beautiful legs. All in all a woman who drew second looks from many men. Like her I was a little on the plump side, and soft too. My ass, hips and waist were just a little big. My abs were squashy; my pecs small, spongy mounds of pudginess. Neither of us were interested in gyms, walking, or other forms of exercise. I worked as an accountant for a large manufacturer. She was an office manager for the local branch of a large firm. We had a good income between us. Since there were no children, although we would have liked a couple, we could use our money on ourselves. A large, and very nice, house; an upscale lifestyle. I am Cliff, short for Clifford. She is Elizabeth, usually Beth to all who know her. Our love life was comfortable too. We both enjoyed sex and made love regularly. We had been adventurous when we first got together, at least we thought we were. Actually we never progressed beyond oral sex. The adventuresome sex continued into our marriage. It had kind of peaked a couple of years after our wedding. I think that we had just run out of ideas. Oh yes, we still enjoyed sex; both of us. We would kiss and lick and suck each other with few restraints. If one of us enjoyed something the other was almost sure to enjoy it too. Pleasing each other delighted both of us. We discussed our sex life candidly. We did not keep secrets, very few anyway. There was one I kept to myself. But it wasn't really a secret; just a vague, somewhat embarrassing, desire. I had always thought I would like to have tits. Not big tits, the size wasn't a factor. What I wanted was nipples, and areolas. Yes, large sexy areolas with big plump nipples centered in them; big sensitive nipples. Nipples that would send thrills coursing through my body when she sucked on them. When she sucked on them, and bit them as I did hers. As she already did to mine. I liked the feeling when she sucked or nibbled on them, but she was so much more sensitive than me. Her reaction so much more sensual. Anyway it was secrets that led to a rejuvenation of our sex life. Beth read an article in a woman's magazine that suggested telling each other a secret; and then to try to imagine oneself in the other's place. Put oneself in the other's place and imagine how their secret would complement your own. I could see plenty of downside possibilities to that idea. If we had thought our lover would accept our secret we wouldn't have kept it secret to start with. Would we? I was dubious when Beth told me about it. We were lying together, naked and sweaty, after a very satisfying sex romp. "Honey," Said I. "I don't keep secrets from you." "Nor I from you, Darling," she responded. "But I'll bet you have some buried desires or fantasies we haven't talked about; maybe because I've never asked." I thought about my desire for nipples. "Well...maybe," I said reluctantly. "See," she exclaimed. "You do." "Since you brought it up, Sweetheart, I guess that means you do too. Does it?" "Everybody probably does," she didn't answer my question directly. "Think about it," she told me in husky tones. It was the voice that got me. It was the voice she used when horny and ready for great sex. I dreamt that night. Dreams of her straddling me, bringing her bare pussy to my waiting tongue. Dreams of her rubbing her wet cunt on my tits, my nice grapefruit sized tits. My tits with the firm enlarged nipples that sent thrills through my body when she rubbed her clit on them. When she came with loud gasps. I woke with a hard on. I felt for my tits, but they were gone. They had faded away with my dream. The dream came back, though, several times over the next couple of weeks. There were variations. In most I had grown breasts, but not all. In some I had only developed areolas and nice plump nipples. In those dreams my naturally fatty pecs served just as well. The dream started to invade my waking hours too. I took a little time one day to analyze my reveries. Before Beth had brought up the subject of secrets it was something that was there, but not an obsession. Something that was not vitally important in my life. So, in my mind, there was a question if it was really a secret, or not. It was that night I asked her if she still wanted to exchange secrets. Again it was as we snuggled together after a bout of good sex. "Oh yes, Honey," she said. "I still do. Are you ready?" "I think so," I responded. "Who goes first?" "You seem like you want to talk so why don't you start," she said. "I promise that nothing you tell me will shock me, nor will I ever use anything against you." I thought for a few minutes about how to start. "Beth, your tits are so sensitive; you react so erotically when I fondle them and suck at your nipples that sometimes you cum just from titty play. I envy you, the fact that you get so much enjoyment that way. "I enjoy it when you suck my nipples, or tweak them, but I feel like I'm missing something." I paused for a moment. "That's my secret, Darling, I want tits. My God how I want tits." It came out with more force and yearning than I intended. "Actually it's really the areola and nipples I want. Nice big, dark areolas and plump sensitive nipples. I want to feel the thrills you do when they're sucked.' I paused again. "Breasts would be nice," I continued. "I probably have enough already on my chest to make a small set. It's really the sensitive nipples I want." I looked at her to see how she was taking it. She was smiling. She pulled my head to hers and kissed me with warmth. "Thank you, Darling. I'll tell you mine now. I think you'll be surprised at how true that magazine article was. At how our secret desires can actually complement each other. "I hope you'll make me the same promises I made to you." She said. "Of course, Sweetheart. I'll promise." She gathered her thoughts. "I have dreams of being fucked by a woman. A voluptuous, feminine woman with a cock, a big cock like yours. She looks like you in my fantasies, Cliff. A feminine you." I looked at her with a smile. "Thank you, Beth. I'm very glad it's me you dream of having sex with." She laughed happily. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to tell you about that fantasy." "I think I may," I told her. "I feel different now that you know about my secret desire." "You haven't asked me if I'm lesbian or bi," she said. "Don't you wonder?" "No," I said. "Not really. You said you wanted my cock. I guess the idea of a women fucking you with it might mean something. Maybe you're bi. It doesn't matter, I love you however you are." "Oh, Cliff," she said happily. "You're so wonderful and I love you so much." We made love again that night. She pulled me on top to fuck her as she sucked on my nipples. It was a hot and wonderful session; one of the memorable times. The next day was Saturday. We discussed the night before over breakfast. We could do that; discuss intimate things in the light of day. "Thank you, Cliff," she said. "I think we passed a milestone last night." "I think we did too," I responded. "But now that we know can we do anything about it." "We can try," she said. "Let's begin by looking for something that will help you with your desires. I'll do anything I can to help." "And I'll do anything I can for you," I told her. "You know," I had to be delicate here. "If you wanted to try making love with a woman I would understand." Actually a vision of her with a woman had just popped into my mind. But it was her and I both with the woman in a threesome. "That's sweet of you, Darling," she said with her husky voice. "It may happen someday, but it would be with you too." "Thank you, Beth." "Why don't you see what you can find on the internet to help you," she said. "I need to go shopping later and buy a few things that may help both of us." We dressed. She went off on her shopping trip, I went to our computer room to start looking for answers. My internet search didn't go too well. I had looked for answers before, but not with a lot of motivation. I found myself covering the same ground I had on past occasions. I quit in frustration and started on housework. Beth and I shared household duties. It was something I didn't mind, in fact I did more of the cooking than she did. It was early afternoon when Beth came home laden with packages. She hadn't had lunch so after I helped her carry everything into the bedroom I made her a snack. I poured us both a glass of wine and sat at the table with her. "It looks like you had a busy morning, Dear." I said. "Yes, I did. I'll show you some of it later. How was your morning?" "I didn't get far," I told her. "I found myself going to the same sites that have proven useless before. I need a fresh outlook." "Maybe I can help," she said. "I would certainly be a different viewpoint." She had a good point. I told her to see what she could find. I didn't tell her any subjects to look for. I left her alone too. I didn't want to be tempted to give advice. She was on the computer for over an hour when she called me to come and look. She had an ad on the screen for an herbal extract that promised to 'enhance feminine attributes while maintaining a proper hormonal balance.' There were endorsements and positive reviews, but we didn't give them much credence. We took a 'What the hell' attitude and ordered a thirty day supply. She clicked onto another site that offered a hypnosis program to enhance male breasts. I was more than a little interested in that. A few years before I had bought a book on self-hypnosis. I had learned to put myself into a trance, but had never gone much deeper into the subject. We used the 'what the hell' system again and ordered the basic program. There were additional packages available if one wanted to go further. ******** "Cliff," she said as we prepared to shower together. "I think we can start living our fantasies even though your pills and programs won't arrive for a week or so." "It would be nice if we could," I told her. "Can I shave your legs?" she asked. "That would be a nice first step. You would feel more feminine to me." I thought about it, but not for long. "If it will help you with your dreams, of course." I answered. "I have something for you too," she said. "Something that may help you prepare for your new breasts." We showered, I sat on the bench as she shaved my underarms and legs. She kissed my incipient hard on. I rubbed my face in her wild, untamed bush when she stood in front of me. My tongue licked at the dewy drops of her juices. I could not get my tongue into her pussy, the position didn't allow it, but I could taste her and let her know I was more than willing to eat her sweet snatch. I love to rub my face against the coarse hair of her pubes. I love the raspy feeling against the bare skin of my face. She rarely trimmed herself, she loved her unruly bush. To her it was a mark of maturity. When she hit puberty and had started to grow pubic hair it was like a rite of passage. She explained it to me once. "Only little girls have bare pussies," she said. "And porn stars. I'm neither, nor do I want to be. I want to be as nature intended me to be." Just as she considered pubic hair to be a sign of maturity she considered shaved legs and underarms a feminine quality. She expected me to have pubic hair too. That wasn't a problem as far as I was concerned. But if I was to be feminine for her legs and underarms got shaved. We dried each other. I shaved my face carefully while she went to the bedroom. "To get things ready," as she put it. When I got to the bedroom she was waiting for me. She was wearing a knee length robe that covered whatever she wore underneath. I was able to see her heels and nylons peeking out at the bottom. She held a bra in her hands. "This is what I have for you," she said. Her voice was husky again. "I hope it will help you." She put it on me, sliding the straps onto my shoulders. She molded my fleshy pecs so that they filled the cups, overfilled actually. She tried another, larger size. "That was an A cup," she said. "You're bigger than I thought. We'll try a B." I held out my arms and she tried on the next one. It felt much better. Beth molded my pecs again and, with the help of the bra, shaped them into a respectable pair of tits. Beth stood back and looked at me. She smiled at my hard cock. It had been semi-hard when she started her fitting. She turned me to face the mirror. The bra was see through and my nipples showed through the mesh fabric. I found myself quite pleased with them and felt a shiver of delight and anticipation. "They're nice," Beth said. "Sexy." She was standing behind me. She reached her arms around me and fondled my new boobs, just as I liked to do with her. "Do you like it? Or maybe I should say them?" she asked, still huskily. "Yes, very much," I answered. "What do you think?" "I love them. Like I said, sexy." We both admired myself for a few minutes. My dick stayed hard, but part of that might have been because of Beth's tits pressed into my back. "Now you can do something to help me," she said next to my ear. She stuck her tongue in it too. That sent another thrill up my spine. She had me sit on the seat for her dressing table. It was like a small, padded bench. She showed me a pair of nylons. I surprised myself by my reaction. I felt no reluctance at all, rather I thought of it as a new experience. I would find out why women liked them so much. I held out my leg for her, my toes pointing, as I had often watched her do. She slid the first over my foot and sensuously rolled it up my leg. She smoothed it as she went. The sensation was delicious. She was enjoying it too. Her tongue stuck delightfully out of the corner of her mouth. She smiled as I sighed at the wonderful feel of the nylon embracing the smooth flesh of my legs. I needed the other stocking for my pleasure to be complete. She showed me how to do it with the second one. I knew, without a doubt, that nylons and bra would become a part of our future lovemaking. She wrapped a lacy garter belt around my waist. I stood so she could fasten the tabs. "We're not done yet," she said as I started to turn to the mirror. "Sit back down." She was enjoying herself. Her voice was still husky. It was an erotic sound to me, she could make me hard just with her voice when she used that tone. Shoes were next. A pair of sling backs with two inch blocky heels. "I bought these for you to start with," she said. "You'll be a little steadier with these than with spike heels. We'll walk around some tomorrow and get you used to them." She stood and took my hand to help me rise. I felt a little wobbly as she helped me turn to the mirror. I was pleased by the look of my new tits. My thoughts were about how much better they'd be when I developed nipples and areolas. My gaze drifted downward to my hard cock and pubes framed by the straps of my garter belt. She turned me sideways to the mirror to show me my legs and butt. I was surprised at how sexy I looked. I had always been amazed at how much heels and nylons did for a woman. I had never thought that they could do the same for me. She dropped her robe to the floor. She was wearing an almost identical outfit to mine. Her shoes were higher spike heels though. She looked beautiful; beautiful and sexy with bulges in all the right places. I had always adored the slight plumpness she displayed. Her soft belly with just the start of a roll. Her smooth shoulders and her pudgy, grapefruit sized, tits with the large dark areolas; the thick and long nipples the got almost as hard as my cock when she was aroused. The tits I wished I had for myself. She drew my head down for a kiss. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for loving me so much. So much that you'll do this for me." She kissed me again with open mouth and lots of tongue. I was putty in her hands. She helped me to the bed. I needed help walking with the heels. She gently pushed me down on it. She took my shoes off, then her own; she laid beside me. We kissed again hot, wet kisses; our tongues danced and twisted together. She sucked at my tit through the mesh of the bra. She bit my nipple. It startled me at first, but I enjoyed it the second time. She fondled my cock. I fingered her pussy; she was wet, her juices flowing. I knew what she needed. She had told me. She wanted me to love her as a woman would. To eat her pussy. We kissed, we rubbed our breasts together. That was new to me, with my new tits. I liked the sensation though. I knew it would get more pleasurable as my nipples developed. I was already anticipating a new me. We kissed more; wet sloppy kisses. She sucked my nipples through the mesh of the bra. I did the same for her. I kissed her navel, I rubbed my face against her mons. The tangle of her bush extended well onto that sexy mound; I delighted in the raspy feel of her coarse curls. Her hands pressed on my head, not pushing me, rather guiding me with a steady pressure downward. Downward to her garden of delights. Her legs parted invitingly. Her scent was an aphrodisiac, not that I needed one. I rolled over to lie on my belly between her plump thighs. I rubbed my face against her nylon hosiery. Her pussy, her beautiful, hot, wet pussy awaited me. My tongue flicked out to taste of her juices. Her hands on my head became more insistent. Her fingers twisted a handful of my hair and drew me into her. Gently, but urgently, pulled my face into the delicious folds of her sweet cunt. She was wet, so deliciously wet. I sipped her juices; I savored them as I would a fine wine. I sucked at the nubbin of her clit and brought her to her first orgasm. Her legs closed against my head as the thrills raced through her body, her heels pressed on my back. Her nylon sheathed legs rubbed my flesh. Her climaxes aroused me, my own pleasure as great as hers. Even when I didn't cum I had found I got almost as much pleasure from sharing her orgasmic joy. "Bring her to me," I heard her moan. "Bring me your pussy" Already it seemed she was seeing me in a feminine light. I turned, without taking my mouth from her pussy, so she could take my cock into her hot mouth. It didn't take long before my already aroused body felt the first thrills of the ultimate sexual pleasure. The first tendrils of the orgasm beginning in the far reaches of my body. The orgasm that raced to my cock and roared through it. My cum flooded into her mouth. She sucked me harder to milk me, to savor my creamy cum. We laid together afterwards trading kisses and caresses. It had been the best sex either of us had had in a quite a while. Neither of us was shy about saying so. We snuggled together and slept restfully until morning. We weren't in any hurry to get up the next morning, even though we woke up at our normal time. We cuddled and fondled each other, but didn't have sex; just loving kisses and caresses. We usually made a big breakfast on Sunday mornings and then napped together. That Sunday was no exception. Our breakfast conversation quickly turned to the night before. By the way, we hadn't changed out of what we had slept in, just put on robes. Tits and Transformation "Thank you for last night, Sweetheart," she told me softly. "It was rather wonderful, wasn't it?" I responded. "Very much so, Darling." "You know," I was musing. "We didn't do anything really new. I think it was the way we were thinking about things, and maybe the way you dressed me, that made it such a grand night." "You're right, I think," Beth had a little smile on her face. Like she was thinking further, and anticipating. We loaded the dishwasher after our breakfast and went back to the bedroom for our nap. We cuddled close and dozed for about an hour. Beth woke first and got coffee started. She called me when it was ready and I joined her in the kitchen. "You can practice walking in heels today, Dear," she said. "I'll help you," I knew that we were leading up to something she wanted, so I readily agreed. Back in the bedroom Beth put the same shoes on my feet she had tried on the night before. She knelt in front of me as she put them on my feet and I felt my cock stiffening. She looked up at me with a grin and leaned forward to kiss him. She pulled back quickly, with a laugh, before I could grab her head. She helped me to my feet and we walked around the room together. It wasn't long before I had found my balance. We decided to leave them on for a while so I would get used to them. By then it was lunch time. I had a little trouble navigating the stairs with the heels and resolved to practice on them. After one of our Sunday breakfasts we were seldom very hungry for lunch, but we would usually have a snack, or pastries, and coffee. Then we decided to lie down again. Beth talked to me as we laid together on the bed. She told me how excited she was by what I was doing for her. How much she loved me because I was willing to go to such lengths. About how it told her how much I love her. And I did love her, then and still. She is very precious to me. I, in turn, told her that we were working on my fantasies too. I mentioned the fact that the tits I wanted were a feminine attribute. "But not the heels and nylons, Darling. Those are because you love me." She fondled my cock. It didn't take much to get me hard and ready. She straddled me and impaled her hot, wet pussy on my throbbing dick. She sighed as she felt me fill her. She took her bra off and let her tits free. She leaned forward and rubbed her nipples on mine. Mine were covered by the mesh of my bra, but the fabric magnified the sensation. "This will feel much better when you get your new tits," she whispered in my ear. She laid on top of me and moved as if it was her fucking me. It was a fascinating sensation, to feel her soft body moving over mine. My cock sensuously embedded in her warm pussy, sliding into the clasping walls of her vagina with the juices of her lust easing the way. We exchanged wet wild kisses, we sucked each other's tits. She came and came again. My cum surged from my balls to explode into her willing pussy. She came yet again when she felt the warmth of my seed flooding her cunt. The rest of our day was quiet, like most of our Sundays. We watched some TV cuddled together on the couch. I practiced walking on the stairs in my heels, Beth walked with me to help and encourage me. A light dinner, more TV and to bed. Since we'd had sex during the day we weren't terribly horny. We did cuddle up to each other and exchange loving kisses. "Do you think you could change into your bra and nylons in the evenings next week?" She asked. I readily agreed, then added. "Maybe the things we ordered will arrive soon." "I hope so," she responded. "I can hardly wait to move on." "I'm excited too, Sweetheart," I told her before sleep took us. ****** We had our jobs to go to the next day, but when I came home I laid out bra and hosiery. A new silk robe too, one Beth had bought for me. Beth got home shortly after I did. We had a drink together, then dinner. Beth had brought home carry out. We showered after dinner, together as usual. Beth approved of my choice of lingerie. She dressed similarly. She wanted me to go down on her. To lick and suck at her luscious pussy. I was more than willing. She sat on my face, I grasped her hips and lifted my face to her hot, wet snatch. I licked her and sucked her and lapped up the wonderful, womanly essences that flowed from her. Flowed onto my face, dribbled down my chin to my chest. She rubbed her clit on my tits, she slid down my body leaving her nectar smeared on my chest, my belly, my pubes. She lay on her belly and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked him, made love to his hardness; she brought me to an explosive orgasm that filled her mouth with cum. We kissed to exchange our cums, our essences. They blended deliciously in our mouths. We both relished the delightful flavor and savored it before swallowing. We told each other how great our love was before we drifted into a restful sleep. The herbal extract arrived Wednesday, I started taking it that same evening. They promised us we would see changes developing in one to two weeks. The hypnosis program arrived the following day. I read the instructions. It involved, at least at the start, a subliminal message to be listened to as one slept. There were three CDs, to be used for ten days each for the first two. The third CD was to be used every night for at least ten days and as needed, for reinforcement, after that. They went on to say that reinforcement was usually not needed after a couple of months. That the changes would become set. The brochure told me that the more relaxed I was when I fell asleep the more effective the program would be. It also told me that I should see results in, coincidentally, one to two weeks. The back page of the brochure had a list of other, more advanced programs that were available. I looked them over briefly. The last program listed promised a full feminization. I wasn't interested in more at the moment and didn't read further. There were a couple of pages of ways to make the program more effective. A few of them involved a lover. She would massage, kiss and fondle my, hopefully budding, nipples as I slept. Beth said she would be happy to take on that task. We decided to buy some new bras for me. Some that would form, and mold my tits while leaving the nipples exposed for Beth's tweaking and sucking. At least that's what we wished to happen. We did not let that delay the start of the hypnosis programing though. We set up a player next to the bed with an earbud and, after a bout of very satisfying sex, started it when I was ready to sleep. I was only conscious of the beginning of the program; that put me into a trance. After that all was directed to my subconscious as I slept. I woke well rested. Beth was still sleeping next to me. The alarm wouldn't go off for ten minutes. I got up to start the coffee and noticed my bra was askew. Beth must have been playing with my tits as she had said she would. Beth got up with the alarm, she met me in the kitchen where I was just finishing my first cup of coffee. I jumped up to pour her a cup. I was really feeling well, invigorated. I wondered if the hypnosis let me rest better, or something. I knew better than to talk to Beth before she'd had at least one cup of coffee. I could understand because I'm the same way. When Beth got ready to talk she described how she had played with my nipples and caressed the soft pecs we hoped to mold into tits. "I have faith that your dream will come true, Cliff Darling. And when it does mine will come true too." Her face lit up with a beautiful smile. "You seemed to like it, at least you were smiling and making happy noises." We finished our breakfast and dressed for work. I changed out of my feminine wear. I had found that I was quite comfortable wearing it. To say nothing of how erotic and sensual it made me feel. I thought I would miss it during the day. There were no results for the next few days, in fact it was almost a week before we noticed the color of my areolas darkening and developing a slight reddish tinge. ****** Once the process started it continued. It was only a couple of days later that Beth told me I was displaying more sign of pleasure when she played with me while I was sleeping, and under hypnosis. We took that as a good omen and ordered more of the herbal extract, a two month supply. By the time the next weekend rolled around I could feel the new sensations even when awake. The nipples, too, seemed to be plumper. We found a new delight in playing with each other's tits as my sensitivity increased dramatically. We would rub our nipples together and marvel at how my nipples would stiffen and grow just like hers. It was during this titty play that we discovered that my pecs were becoming molded, just as we hoped for. When Beth would fondle them they tended to keep their shape when she released them, even without a bra. We were delighted and celebrated with a wild weekend of exuberant sex. She was so wet. I rubbed my face in the soft folds of her pussy. I licked the inner lips, I pushed my tongue far into her tunnel, I sucked and nibbled her hard clit. She sat on my face and rubbed her essences on me. She scent marked me to make me her own. She sucked my cock and told me what a beautiful clit I had. We fucked, oh how we fucked. Her juices eased my way as I pumped my hard cock into her sweet cunt. We would cum together with wild cries of carnal joy and exultation. She fucked herself on my lovely new tits. It was a delight, and a thrill, for both of us. She rubbed her clit against my hard nipple until she came with an intense orgasm. She had another glorious cumming on my other tit. We laid together afterwards. She was excited at the changes in me. She told me that cumming on my tit was almost as good as having her pussy eaten. Almost, but not quite. "You're so good at eating me, Cliff, You seem to know just what to do, almost as if you were a woman yourself." It was during that weekend that we decided the time had come to work on Beth's desires, her fantasies. The dream she had described to me; of being fucked by a feminine woman with a big cock. That is not to say Beth felt deprived. She had enjoyed the process as much as I had, maybe more since she had guided me and helped me along the way. ****** We took an inventory, at least that's what we jokingly called it. It had been about me while my breasts developed. They were lovely. A nice firm B cup. Small enough to be concealed under my male clothes. The areolas where large and dark, the nipples plump and long; and oh so very sensitive. Our sex life was better than ever. Beth would have intense multiple orgasms, I would too. I seemed to becoming more virile. It was not unusual for me to cum three, or even four, times in a day and night. Maybe it was the reinforcement my libido was getting from increased sexual activity. Maybe it was the herbal essences, or the hypnosis program. I really don't think the reason matters. Beth's libido strengthened along with mine. She thought that it was, at least partly, due to anticipation of what was still to come on our journey of transformation. But she did say that good sex made her want more. Beth said my skin was softer and smoother. My beard had gone away. My hair, too, was improving. It was taking on a sheen and developing body. Part of that might have been because I had been using Beth's washes, rinses and lotions. The rest of my body wasn't showing much change except for my butt. The cheeks were definitely developing a more feminine shape, a little more padded, but firmer than the fattiness I had there before. I wore silks and satins and soft feminine lingerie, lacy things with little bows and flowers, nylons and high heels. We changed every night when we showered after dinner. I had a nice selection of feminine sleepwear to choose from. Lately I had begun to wear panties and bra to work, Often nylons too. My lingerie was well concealed by my coat and tie work wear. I would shed my male work clothing when I got home. I would put on a lovely silk robe. A pair of sandals with inch and a half heels would complete my outfit. Beth would strip off her outer wear when she got home, too. She was a lovely sight in bra, panties, nylons and heels. We ordered a new supply of herbal extract, ninety days' worth. We still had a good supply left, but could foresee needing more. Their literature promised continued changes. We were quite happy with what had occurred so far; we were anxious to see more. We decided to move on to the next step in the hypnosis program. They claimed it would reshape the body, particularly the pelvis and butt. It would soften the male body and make it smoother and more rounded. It would also begin adjusting one's male thinking to a more feminine mode. I already enjoyed lingerie, but the program claimed they would make me look and feel feminine; give me a womanly aura. We, both of us, thought I was already well along on what the next phase offered, but we decided to get it anyway. We didn't know yet how far we would want to go with my transformation. We wanted to be sure we didn't quit too soon. Beth was excited by the changes so far. She hadn't given any indication that I was approaching a point that would be her ideal. ****** We were well into the second phase of my feminization. Our sex was great, there is no other way to describe it, just great. What had been comfortable and pleasing had become an adventure. An exciting adventure that filled us with carnal joy. Beth would fondle my new tits; lick them, suck them, bite them. She would rub her nipples against mine. She would lie on top of me with my dick lying sandwiched between our bellies. She would move against me as if fucking me. It felt as if my cock was inside me, filling me; as if the cock was hers. She would suck my tits and we would kiss wildly, mindlessly; wet, sloppy, hot kisses. It was sex as I had never dreamed of. I would cum between our bellies coating our flesh with my slick, creamy cum. In my mind it was as if it was filling me. It was all so wonderful, so gratifying. Beth, too, was experiencing new thrills. As I became more feminine her dreams of making love with a well hung woman became more real. What had once seemed only a vague fantasy was becoming an obtainable dream. I would become her lesbian lover who would suck her tits and eat her pussy, her lovely, delicious pussy. We would sixty-nine and she would suck my big clit, as she thought of my cock. I would bring her to screaming orgasms with my lips, tongue and even teeth. Her screams would be muffled by my clit filling her eager mouth. We would kiss and let our cums flow together. To meld into a savory blend of lust and fulfillment; and love, a beautiful sweet taste of our love for each other. We would be ready again in a very short time, a sign of our heightened libidos. She would take my rock hard cock into her wet pussy, and with cries of "Fuck me" bring us both to wonderful climaxes. Often we would have a third session before sleep, just as often it was in the morning when we woke up. We would eat each other in a sixty-nine. We would lick and suck at each other and savor the juices of our lustful lovemaking. The residue of our cums was ambrosia to our heightened desire. We would cum again in each other's mouths; on each other's face. So it was as we continued my feminization. Beth had not indicated that she was near her the final stages of her dream; but she had told me often how satisfying her life was becoming, how thrilling were the changes we were going through. It was not all for her that we were making changes. I was enjoying my new tits, and the newfound femininity that came with them. Without the tits I could never have continued my feminization for Beth; for the love of my life. I didn't want to be a woman with a pussy; that was not what Beth wanted. She wanted a woman with a big cock to fuck her, to fill her pussy and make her cum. To be that for her I had to be feminine. I wanted to be feminine, let me be plain about that; but not a woman. My tits had only been a start. They had shown me a new way, a desire for femininity. That it was what my lovely wife wanted too was a wonderful happenstance. We didn't know, or care whether the herbs or the hypnosis was the major factor in the changes to me. It could be either, or both. It was for that reason that we continued with both. ****** There was an incipient problem that we needed to discuss. The changes in my body would soon become evident. So far we had been able to hide them beneath my male clothing. That would probably be possible for the foreseeable future. I was at the point, however, where I wanted to use makeup, to wear heels and nylons, to let my hair grow and pluck my eyebrows. To have my nails done. I wanted to become Beth's ideal; a beautiful woman with a big cock. We started the conversation over breakfast after another night of great sex. I explained the problem to Beth. "Oh, Cliff Honey," she said with a loving tone. "I've thought that this would be coming up soon. I've given it some thought." I had given it some thought too. Much thought in fact. The way I saw it I had a couple of options. Both of them involved working from home; both of them would require me to quit my job. "We have a nice little nest egg," Beth told me. "You could become an investor and invest that money for us." That was very close to one of my ideas. In fact investing was something I had a talent for, but while employed full time I had not been able to put my abilities to full use. "I'm glad you came up with that idea, My Love," I told her. I explained that I had the same idea myself. We could live off her salary. That wouldn't be a problem. We would have to make a plan about what to do with any investment income. We decided to wait for that until we had an idea about how well we would do. "I had another idea, Sweetheart, I would like to write. I could do both. Invest and write. I would make my work hours coincide with yours, just like a real job." Beth was delighted with the idea of me writing. "I'd love to help you with the writing, Sweetheart. Do you have any idea what kind of writing you'll be doing?" I had to admit I didn't, other than it would be fiction. But I would study the market and take a writing course. We decided that we had a plan. That I would give notice at my job at the end of the month. The next day I signed up for a course at a local college. I would take other more advanced classes if I decided I needed them. Our sex life continued to be totally fantastic for both of us. We were coming closer to our goals and who knew what carnal adventures still awaited us. ****** I had left my job. It had been my last day. Beth took me out to dinner at a swanky restaurant. We drank wine and danced afterward. I had worn panties, bra and nylons under my male clothes. We had giggled together about that as we had danced. We wondered what the others on the dance floor would think if they knew. It was a lovely night and we felt very much in love. When we got home our clothes fell in heaps on the floor. We tumbled onto the bed with wild kisses and groping hands. She pushed my panties down my legs using her teeth and tongue. I did the same for her. We came noisily as we licked and sucked each other. As I buried my face into her hot, wet cunt. As her hands twisted in my hair, as her legs clasped me and held me at her lovely, fragrant garden of delight. She sucked my tits. She bit my nipples and fondled the plump mounds of my lovely breasts. She told me how she loved my beautiful clit. She sucked me, my cock filled her eager mouth. Her fingers danced in the crack of my ass, around my pucker. I came with exuberant cries. My cum exploded from my clit. It flooded her mouth and her cries of joy matched mine. Tits and Transformation The next day was Saturday. The first day of our new lifestyle. We talked at breakfast. We laughed again about how I had worn my lingerie under my male clothing as we dined and danced. She got serious then. "Darling, I love you so much, more than ever." she began. ". You are making me so happy, the new you. The new you that you have become for me." She paused, looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think, Darling, that it may be time for you to adopt a feminine name." My heart leapt; it was so right. But what name should I use? "What would you like to call me, Dear?" I asked. "I don't know," she responded. "Do you have any preferences?" I didn't, I hadn't thought about it until she had mentioned it. "I'll have to think about it," I told her. "We both should." It came to me later, when I was taking a piss. Cheryl, that would be my name. Another milestone, two actually; from that time on I sat to pee. Beth liked the name. "It seems to fit you," she said. We didn't do any work on my new job that first day. Beth helped me with my makeup. We tried on a wig we had bought. One I could wear until my hair grew a little longer. Sex was getting better for Beth all the time, for both of us. She was close to her ideal. Being fucked by a lovely woman with a big cock. She would take me on top of her, she would caress my tits, lick and bite my nipples. We would kiss wildly, mindless. I would pump my hard cock into her wet, eager cunt. Our senses knew only ourselves, our lust, our carnal joy as we came for each other. She would cry out her desire. "Fuck me, Cheryl. Fuck me, Darling." She would sit on my face and rub her wet pussy over me. I would drink her juices and suck her clit. She would come multiple times before she would turn and take my clit deep into her throat. She would rub herself on my tits tantalizing her clit with my hard nipples. She would rub her cunt over my body coating me with her juices. The ultimate goal was to be a sixty-nine. We would eat and suck each other and cum with cries of joy muffled by the other's sex. ****** The early results from my investing were promising. If we continued at that pace we would do quite well for ourselves. I say 'we' because Beth was a lot of help to me. At her job she often heard things before they became general knowledge. My literary efforts did not live up to my early hopes, not at first. I did not give up, I simply tried different things. I started to get a modicum of success when I began to write erotica. I used our own experiences for inspiration. I don't mean I described our sexual activities. I mean I used the arousal that our sex gave me to let my mind wander through the fantastic world of love and sex. It worked the other way too. Some of my imaginings influenced our sex play. Beth read my stories and I often bounced ideas off her. She came up with a few too. The time came to move on to the next phase. I was almost content with where we were. I was becoming adept with makeup and jewelry. My hair had grown long enough to have it done professionally. We had found a beauty shop that catered to cross dressers. They did my nails too. They also steered us to a couple of shops that specialized in clothing and lingerie. I found the panties made for cross dressers to be a better fit, but other than that I wasn't a big customer of theirs. I was going out in public and even shopping, usually Beth accompanied me. That was so she could do the talking; and that was the biggest reason to move on with the hypnosis program. One of the changes promised was in the voice. My, still masculine, speech was a weak point in my transformation. By the way, my desires had changed, I had swung to the point that I now wanted to be a woman. Yes, that's right; I wanted to be a woman. But, a very big but, I didn't want to give up my cock. Nor did I want to give up my ability to fuck with it. To thrust its hardness into the wet warmth of my wife's sweet pussy. To flood her belly with my cum. That was what Beth wanted too. Just what her desire had been from the very start. To be fucked by a lovely woman with a big, and very hard, cock. She had stopped thinking of my cock as my clit. It had reverted to what she had desired since the beginning, a cock. And so we ordered the next stage of the hypnosis program, and more of the herbal extract. ****** Besides the voice changes the new hypnosis program promised more feminine feelings and thoughts. I thought I was already quite far along that road, but I was open for more. It said my libido would be more like a woman's and that my orgasms would be less about my cock and more about my entire being. I was interested. Indeed, I longed for such changes. We continued with the herbal extract too. It had promised continued changes as long as I continued to take it. Their literature told us that changes would become permanent with prolonged use. We still had no idea whether the hypnotic program or the herbs was producing the changes in me, we didn't care. The fact that, mind and body, I had become feminine and womanly was what mattered. It was shortly after I started with the new hypnotic segment that I began to notice changes to my voice. It was somewhat low pitched, but definitely becoming feminine sounding. Beth loved it. I did too, I thought it was quite sexy. And the sex. I hadn't thought it could get any better, but it did. Just as the brochure for the hypnosis had promised my orgasms began to affect my entire body. It was a gradual process, but after a month, or so, my body would quiver as orgasms tore through me. As they sang in every cell of my body. Beth responded to the changes with increased lust. "Fuck me you lovely slut," she would cry out in her passion. "Fill my cunt with your big cock, Cheryl, my love. Give me your cum." She liked to suck my cock while I wore a dress, or long nightgown, with no panties. She would lift the hem until my hard cock was free; she would suck me until I flooded her mouth with my cum. She would let it flow from her mouth, dribble over her chin onto the flesh of her bare breasts. One of her favorites came to be fucking while I wore a dress. She would open the bodice to let my tits free. She would lift the hem until it was bunched around my hips. She would mount me and press my cock against my belly and fuck me, much as I described earlier. She would fuck me with my own cock. I would feel full, as if the walls of my pussy were being stretched. My cum would gush from me to coat our bellies. We would lick it from each other afterwards savoring it. It seemed sweeter now than it had. She lived her dream. She would pull me on top of her and guide my hard cock into her greedy pussy. I would thrust my hardness into her heat. Our tits would rub together, nipples hard and erect. Our mouths would meet in wet and wild kisses. Cries of lust, of passion would fill the bedroom. The scents, those lovely scents of lovemaking; man cum, lady cum, pheromones, sweat; a delicious melding of fragrances. I told her one morning that I thought my metamorphosis was almost complete. I described the empty feeling in my belly when I was aroused. I told her how I felt like I needed to be filled, to be fucked. I didn't think I could change much more and retain the cock and ability to fuck her that she desired, and needed. Once again she was ahead of me. She took me back to the bedroom. She sucked me first to get me harder, to a state that my cock was pulsating. From a drawer she got a strap on belt with an internal vibrator shaped to reach her g-spot. A dildo stood out in front like a cock. She put it on, lubed it and smiled at me. "I think we both want this." I was on my back. She pushed my legs apart and up. She put more lube on my pucker. She pushed the dildo into my ass with little preamble. It was wonderful right from the start. There was no initial pain. Her dido was not oversized, it slid smoothly into me. I felt comfortably full. My cock was between our bellies as she thrust into me. It was as if I was filled front and back. She hit my prostrate with the dildo and I squealed out my pleasure. Yes, squealed like the girl I was happy to be. A girl who was losing her virginity to one she loved. And Beth was cumming. With loud cries from both of us. I shuddered as orgasms ripped through my body and again; I was truly cumming as a woman. Cumming with an exhilaration I had never felt before. My cum gushed from my cock. It coated our bellies with its slick warmth. But still I came. More orgasms roared through my body until I could take no more. My body sang, its every cell came for me; a woman's cumming, complete joy. We were both replete. We rested before we fully realized what had happened to us. Before we realized that I was a beautiful woman for Beth, one with a cock to fill her and fuck her and make her cum. I was a woman who needed to be fucked. One who needed filling like Beth, and from Beth. A woman for Beth to fuck. A woman who would cum with quivers and shudders and orgasms flooding her body. We were made for each other, but we always had been; rather we had made ourselves over for each other, for our love. How does one describe heaven? Life is good, for both of us. More than good.