by Chet

Jamie Hill heard a voice in the darkness. A man's voice.

"Bend over. Do it."

He sat straight up in bed and looked down at his crotch. His dick was fully erect and throbbing. Again the voice in the darkness commanded him.

"Go on. You know you want to."

He felt a strong hand at the back of his head, pushing him forward. Without resisting Jamie bent forward at the waist. With surprising ease he leaned in, lowering his head down toward his crotch as the head of his penis reached toward his face. He shouldn't have been able to bend this way. It wasn't physically possible. He contorted his body until his lips came into easy contact with his own penis. The voice spoke to him in a deep reassuring tone.

"Go ahead and suck it. It's yours."

With that he put his lips to the swollen head of his penis and eased it into his mouth. His cock seemed unusually large. Parting his lips as wide as they would go the swollen head of his impressive tool just managed to fit into his mouth. Despite all this Jamie lowered further down, easing the shaft of his own cock toward the back of his throat. He felt the hand again firmly grabbing onto his hair as it pulled him down fully onto his cock until his lips came into contact with the base. He gagged when he felt his member push into the back of his throat.

Jamie Hill woke up coughing, gasping for air. He rose up and looked at the alarm clock. It was already noon. He'd slept in past his usual 11am wake up time. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes he tried to shake the disturbing image from his mind but it wouldn't leave. His cock was still hard from the dream. He laid back and closed his eyes once again as he masturbated himself to a routine climax. He came onto his belly as he replayed the strange dream. The tickling sensation in the back of his throat returned and again he started coughing uncontrollably.

"Man, I gotta stop smoking so much dope." He thought to himself.

Climbing out of bed he dragged into the bathroom to start the day.

Jamie Hill looked in the mirror and bit his lip as he took stock of his life: thirty-one years old and already a failure as a husband, a failure as an aspiring artist... a failure as a man. His fledgling art career was going nowhere and the sacrifices his beautiful long-suffering wife Heather had made for six years finally drove her to file for divorce. He had done little to prevent this unfortunate outcome. In the six years since he first met Heather, Jamie had grown progressively more selfish, less ambitious, and utterly negligent when it came to holding up his half of their partnership. He saw the deepening hole he'd been digging for himself slowly over the years and never lifted a finger to stop himself from falling into it.

When Heather first met Jamie he was a starving twentysomething artist by day and an underpaid barrista at a local coffee house by night. In those days he was a pretty young thing with hazel eyes and shoulder length auburn hair, she was drawn to Jamie immediately. She admired his work and respected him for having the determination to choose the life of an artist, to follow his muse and to live his life guided by his own set of principles. He was a free spirit, loved women and good music, enjoyed getting high and staying up chatting into the wee hours. He was even an outstanding cook! She'd never known anybody quite like Jamie Hill and in no time the two found themselves madly in love.

Heather was a tall though pretty young woman who worked as a recruiter in the personnel department at a local ad agency. The big-boned young blonde professional earned a respectable income and was quite happy to support Jamie who in turn took care of her, cooking and cleaning for her and keeping her "entertained". Despite her rather conservative nature, in the bedroom things were anything but dull for the couple. At least at first. She always thought they made a rather glamorous, urbane couple and was proud to be his steady girlfriend.

Within six months the two were engaged to be married.

Shortly after the wedding though things began to go south. With Heather paying all the bills Jamie was free to focus completely on his art. It was a dream situation for him. But Jamie Hill grew lazy and his routine degenerated. He would putter around his home studio for days on end without picking up a brush. On a typical day he would wake up in the morning after Heather had gone off to work and smoke a joint before breakfast. And he'd stay high through lunch, dinner and well into the evenings when he'd retire to his studio again and hit the bong. Entire days and weeks would go by like this. By the end he poured what little energy he could muster into making sure Heather, his meal ticket, had a nice hot dinner waiting for her when she returned home from work at night.

She probably should have dumped him long ago but Heather Hill hung on, expecting things would eventually change, supporting Jamie, trying get him to straighten out. Eventually she realized that the sacrifices she'd made for her husband were completely in vain. When she was offered a better job in another city one day, Heather finally walked out on the marriage, leaving Jamie to rattle around in the former couple's empty apartment alone. It had been about a week since she left town for good.

Jamie Hill looked around at the empty apartment.

He only had two days left before he'd be forced to vacate the premises and find a new cheaper place and... a job! He had no money for food, let alone the upcoming month's $900 rent. He stepped back from the mirror. His once boyish face looked bloated, tired. He took a deep breath and sucked in his gut. In six short years his once sinewy 135lb. 5'9" frame had ballooned up perilously close to 200 pounds. He now sported an unattractive spare tire around his waist. Six years of almost-constant intake of THC had caused his once flat chest to accumulate fatty deposits around his pits which he was very self conscious of. He wore baggy clothes and thick undershirts to minimize his "breasts", but they stuck out anyhow. He was in horrible shape and he knew it. He held his breath as he inspected himself in the mirror. His tits stuck out at least as far as his stomach. He reached up and squeezed his left pectoral and felt nothing but jelly.

"God my tits are as big as hers were" he thought to himself with remorse.

"Ewww! That means I'm... what... a B cup? Ugh!"

The thought disturbed him. It had been many months since he and his wife had had sex. In the past two years he'd come to prefer to satisfy himself anyhow. Heather no longer found Jamie attractive and Jamie's sexual energies had become... shall we say... 'diverted into new channels'. Since he was home alone virtually all the time, left to his own devices as it were, he was free to peruse his favorite porn websites to his heart's content. Every day was a ball-draining tit-fest for Jamie Hill and he was more than content to wallow in his own degeneracy. Over time he'd collected an astounding array of Jpeg's of his favorite girls, filling up disc after disc which he kept carefully hidden away, slowly cultivating a chronic obsession with voluptuous, busty women. Heather Hill had a lean, athletic body, which he'd liked at first. But his growing preoccupation with the augmented and generously-endowed models he found on the internet had completely nullified whatever attraction he once felt for his wife. One night not long ago in a stoned haze he thoughtlessly asked Heather if she had ever considered breast augmentation. She blew up at him and told him in no uncertain terms that she was through with him and his degenerate lifestyle. It was the night she told him she wanted the divorce.

And now she was gone.

Jamie picked up his huge plastic bong off the back of the toilet, maliciously brushing an assortment of Heather's abandoned lip sticks and perfumes into the trash can. He packed a fresh bowl and lit up. It was the last of the pot. He put his mouth to the bong and took a celebratory toke and stole a glance at himself in the old bathroom mirror. He thought again of the sick dream he'd just had. As the THC fried his brain cells he reached up with both hands and grabbed his chest. When he noticed one of Heather's old brassieres hanging over the towel rod he vowed then and there that he was going pick up the pieces and get back into shape, find a job, start a new life. But first he was going to enjoy this last toke, which he held in and savored with eyes tightly shut.

Just then the phone rang.

"Who could that be at this hour?", he thought to himself.

He checked the caller I.D. It was his next door neighbor Erica Lance.

He let out a blast of blue smoke and considered whether or not to take Erica's call. She had been a good friend ever since he and Heather moved into the building. Erica worked nights as a fitness trainer at a gym across town, a health spa whose clientele was predominantly gay. By day he and she often hung out together in Jamie's studio getting high and browsing through his favorite porn sites on the internet. A practicing lesbian who claimed to be bisexual, Erica was Jamie's only remaining friend these days... or so it seemed. Erica was a beautiful woman, despite her butch tendencies. She was a few inches taller than him, at least she was when she wore her favorite waffle sole combat boots. Erica was dark haired with big green eyes, sharp features, extremely fit... none too hard on the eyes. She was openly hot for Heather back when the couple had first met her... but then she'd been hot for both of them at one time or another. Jamie had never known Erica to be attracted to men as such and wondered if her insistence that she was "bi" wasn't just something she said for his benefit alone. After all, Jamie was the sensitive type who was "in touch with his feminine side" as Erica and Heather were both heard to say from time to time. And Erica especially liked that about him. But when Heather made it abundantly clear that she and her husband were not available for a threesome, Erica cooled her jets and ever since she'd been nothing but a good friend to the couple.

But now Heather was out of the picture.

"Hello?"

"Jamie. Hey... it's Erica."

"Hey, how's it going? What are you up to?"

"Nothing. Just wondering how you're doing. I haven't talked to you in awhile. Not since Heather moved out. Are you up for visitors?"

Jamie looked at his flabby naked self in the bedroom mirror and felt a sharp pang of remorse. He paused to fight back some tears.

"Hey bub. Are you alright? You want me to come over?" Erica asked.

"Oh I'm alright. I'm.... I'm a mess. I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Awww, bubbie. You got any weed??"

Jamie let out a heavy sigh. "I just smoked the last of my stash. It's the last pot I'm going to be seeing for awhile I'm afraid."

"Well stay put. I just got a quarter of some great shit last night from Kendra. I'll be over in two shakes."

Before he could hang up the phone he heard Erica's knock at the front door. He pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt and opened the door for his friend.

Dressed in a white tank top and army pants, a bare-footed Erica smiled broadly at Jamie and extended her well-toned arms for a hug. She held him close for a moment and heard Jamie sniffle as the tears began to stream down his cheeks.

"Poor thing... it's okay. You're gonna be okay. Come on... don't cry." Erica consoled Jamie.

"Sniff! My life is such a mess. What am I going to do?"

Erica knew her friend was hurting and she just held him tighter and patted his back and listened.

"Heather was right to leave me. I'm a mess. I'm broke. I'm completely out of shape."

"Shhhhhhh... there there... you're not a mess."

Jamie tightened his hold on Erica and rested his cheek on her chiseled shoulders. As the two embraced Jamie felt his crotch press up against Erica's. Erica let her well-toned thigh slip between Jamie's legs as she tightened her embrace.

"God, Erica. You've been such a good friend to me." Jamie sighed.

Erica listened as she smoothed her hands over Jamie's backside and felt the warmth of his body pressing next to hers.

"I'm so glad you're here. I've been having bizarre dreams. Crazy shit. I don't think I'm going to like being alone again." Jamie went on.

"Aww, bubbie. You know I love you. I'm here for you."

Erica had been attracted to Jamie... and for some time. But in all the years they'd known each other this was the first time they'd actually embraced for any length of time. She let her hands wander down past Jamie's waist until she was palming his rear end. Without pausing she moved her hands back up again and clutched her friend close to her bosom. But Erica's "bosom" was as firm as any man's. She felt Jamie's soft chest press up against her firm pecs, enjoying the closeness.

"Oh, Erica..."

Jamie needed to be hugged. And the feel of Erica's strong embrace was turning him on. He felt his tears drying up �and his crotch began to stir to life. He moved his hands down and placed them on Erica's firm ass and squeezed. Erica clenched her muscles and let Jamie feel her rock hard behind as she ground her crotch into Jamie's hard-on.

She spoke softly into his ear, "Whaddya say we fire up that bong of yours?"

Jamie released his embrace and smiled as he looked into his friend's eyes.

"Okay. Whatever you say." Jamie said as he wiped his eyes dry.

Erica plopped down on the sofa and fished her bag of dope out of her cargo pocket while Jamie strode into the bathroom to retrieve his bong. His clothes felt tight and uncomfortable. He repositioned his erection and tugged down on his T-shirt until he felt a little more comfortable. He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose one last time.

"Come on bubbie. Let's get high!" He heard Erica call out a cheer from the other room.

"Coming up!" Jamie replied. As he hurried back out into the living room Erica looked him up and down with an amused expression and laughed.

"Well, get a load of YOU!"

"What?!" Jamie asked with a smile.

"I like your T-shirt. Did Heather leave you that? It looks good on you."

Jamie looked down at the T-shirt he had abruptly thrown on when he heard Erica's knock. He was horrified to realize that it WAS one of Heather's old scoop-neck satin-trimmed Gap undershirts. No WONDER it felt so tight. As he looked down he thought he saw his wife's own chest inside his shirt. He clutched the front of the tight shirt as his face turned beet red.

"Jesus. I didn't REALIZE." Jamie said as looked around for another shirt.

He was mortified. It was embarrassing enough that he was so completely out of shape, but this took the cake! His ex-wife's baby blue undershirt clung to his body suggestively, accentuating his man boobies. Ugh! As he crossed an arm in front of himself to conceal his appearance, his breasts formed some slight cleavage. Erica's raised an eyebrow.

"Leave it on... *I* don't care. " Kinky Erica smilingly encouraged Jamie as she produced her large bag of pot.

"No way. Just let me change." Jamie said as he turned towards the bedroom.

"Leave it ON I said." Erica assumed a bossy tone, as was her way.

Jamie looked at Erica with a scrunched up expression of disbelief. Erica narrowed her gaze as she stepped toward him and grabbed the bong from his hand.

"Leave-it-ON." She insisted. She reached out and cupped Jamie's left tit and gave it a gentle squeeze. He flinched at her touch. But she held his gaze, staring earnestly into his eyes.

"You look better in it than Heather ever did. That is...well... you realize don't you that it's from all the dope you smoke. Silly boy. I mean, sure you could stand to drop a few pounds, but the THC causes this breast growth in men. It's a known fact. And honey you smoke quite a lot. Too bad it doesn't have more of an effect on me." Erica smiled as she padded back over to the sofa and packed a bowl for them to start toking up.

Jamie's heart sank to the floor. He knew she was right. He just never thought he'd hear someone spell it out for him so plainly. He stood there frozen on the spot for a moment, facing the music. Realizing what a stoner pervert slob he'd become over the course of a few short years.

"Honey, get over here and get a buzz on. You deserve it." Jamie cajoled.

He looked over at his friend and pulled down on the tight-fitting T-shirt, trying to smooth things out a bit. Jamie sat on the edge of the couch focused on getting high. With the huge bong resting on the floor between her widely spread legs she lit the bowl and sucked hard, inhaling a tall column of blue smoke into her lungs. Jamie watched closely, observing Erica's chest as it expanded to accept the deep breath. She didn't even wear a bra, he noticed. She didn't need one. Through constant weight-training, Erica's meager breast tissue was all but burned away, replaced with lean muscle. As she held the smoke in her lungs for an extended time Jamie noticed the prominent veins in Erica's neck. She seemed to tighten every muscle in her body momentarily as she grinned from ear-to-ear, extending the smoldering bong for Jamie to take his turn.

Jamie took the bong and dropped to his knees in the middle of the floor and lit up. As he manipulated the carburetor, another column of smoke filled the chamber and then his lungs. He felt his own chest swell, emphasized by the tight girlie tee he was regrettably still wearing. Erica exhaled a sudden burst of smoke as she now observed her friend's expanding chest. She imagined him as a woman, picturing him without the gut... and with slightly larger breasts. The thought of it caused her pussy to tingle slightly. As Jamie knelt on the floor, working the bong, Erica stepped around behind him and knelt on the floor, reaching under his arms and taking the bong in her hands. As Jamie exhaled she quickly moved the mouthpiece back up to Jamie's lips.

"Take another hit, sweetie... forget I'm here for a minute." Erica said in a hushed husky voice as she placed Jamie's hands back on the pipe.

Jamie lit up again and took another deep toke. This time Erica pressed her body up against Jamie's backside. Snaking her roving hands underneath both of his breasts she grabbed his tiny nipples and pinched them hard as she pressed her crotch up against his behind. And it felt good... to both of them! Jamie closed his eyes and let his mind drift off into the intensely pleasurable feelings that engulfed him. Next thing he knew, Erica's hands were wandering downward to his crotch where his throbbing member was struggling against its confinement. He leaned back and stretched out his legs as Erica cradled him between hers. She'd never had her hands on a real cock before and was unsure exactly what it might feel like. With a little bit of trepidation, Erica undid Jamie's shorts and freed his erection. She couldn't see it from her position behind him, but she didn't need to. She took it in hand and began stroking it with an expert touch. It was a motion she'd perfected on herself, with her own strap-on dildo. But this time it was no fantasy cock; it was a real flesh and blood penis she held in her hand.

The two friends slipped off into a stoned haze as Jamie pumped her friend's cock with one hand as she kneaded one of his little man boobies with her other. Jamie's breathing picked up and became heavy as Erica's grip on his shaft grew tighter. It was the best and only lesbian hand job he'd ever had! Erica's pussy had drenched her panties and by now was soaking through her army pants as she ground her pubic bone firmly against Jamie's round ass. Jamie let out a sigh as he could feel the spunk welling up in his balls.

"God, Erica.... That feels so good.... Don't stop..."

"You like that?" Erica whispered as she clutched his chest and pulled him back into her body.

"It feels great."

With that Erica slackened her grip on Jamie's cock and stroked it teasingly as she again pinched one of his nipples with her free hand.

"You like that??" She asked softly as she lightly teased his twitching cock.

"Harder...." Jamie begged as he pumped his cock into the air, into her hand.

Erica gripped his shaft hard again and kept pinching his over-stimulated nipple as she brought him home.

"I know what you like... I know what you like..." She repeated softly as she pumped and pumped Jamie to an intense climax.

"Oh god... Erica...." His voice almost cracked as he shot his load onto the carpet. Erica's eyes went wide as she watched the white stream of jism shoot into the air in front of her. She imagined it was HER OWN cock she was manipulating as she could feel herself climax from the pressure of her clit grinding against Jamie's tailbone.

"UUNNGH!!" Erica grunted as she wrapped her strong arms and thighs around Jamie and gathered his body up and pulled him to her. Jamie thrust his butt up and out to meet Erica's gyrations and could feel her moisture soaking him.

"Uummmm.. oh, yeah..." Erica trailed off as her orgasm subsided. Finally she pulled Jamie close to her, tighter, with all her might she clenched her muscles as the last tingling wave of pleasure rippled through her loins.

"I want you. I want you Jamie." She groaned.

"I want you too, Erica." Jamie said weakly as he collapsed into her arms.

"I want you to come and live with me." She said plainly.

Jamie sounded a little surprised. "What? Noooo.. I couldn't do that. I can't move in with you."

With that Erica turned Jamie around and kissed him flush on the mouth, pressing her lips firmly against his and shoving her tongue forcefully into his mouth as if to drive the offer home. The two kissed passionately and deeply. Jamie struggled to catch his breath until Erica released him from the embrace.

"You can't stay here. Where are you gonna go?" She smiled a devilish smile.

"Are you serious??" Jamie asked in disbelief.

Erica planted another quick kiss on him and jumped to her feet. "Of course I'm serious. I'm always serious. Honey, you're going to be out on your ass by this time tomorrow and look at this place... you haven't even started packing!"

Jamie looked around his messy apartment and realized she was right. Maybe it was a good idea. Besides, what other options did he have??

"I won't have room for most of this stuff you know... I've already got a sofa... and my big four-poster bed. But maybe we can SELL yours." Erica sized up the situation as she gestured toward Jamie's furniture.

"What about the dresser?" Jamie asked.

With that Erica strutted over and effortlessly picked up the huge dresser at one end and stood there smiling at Jamie.

"Grab your end, Mac. Let's get movin'."

Jamie grabbed the other end of the dresser and lifted it up with some difficulty. Neither said a word, but both silently acknowledged then and there that Erica was stronger than Jamie. Of course this gave Erica a special thrill. She got off on public displays of strength, especially when she could demonstrate to herself and to anyone who might take notice that she was in fact as strong as any man. Jamie had no choice but to notice, as he huffed and negotiated his end of the large dresser.

"You GOT IT, hun?" Erica asked.

"Don't worry... unff!!... I GOT IT..." a red-faced Jamie replied.

"Mister, you gotta let Erica help you get back into shape. It's what I'm good at after all."

Jamie sized his well-built friend up and realized she was right. This could be exactly what he needed. A little free in-house coaching by a trained fitness professional... suddenly the offer sounded too good to refuse.

Twelve noon.

Jamie opened his eyes. It was a new day... the first day of his new life with Erica. He reached up and brushed his hand carefully across his nipples which were still sore from the previous night's punishing session of sex play with his new room mate. She hadn't allowed him to penetrate her, but it was their first night together and after all, she was ravenous in every other respect and by the end of it Jamie and Erica both were completely drained. As he heard Erica in the living room huffing repetitively he assumed she was doing push-ups or sit-ups. He propped himself up in bed and smiled. Just when his life seemed like a complete disaster, he managed to land on his feet. Staring at the oak posts of Erica's huge bed he felt like the conquering hero. Not only was his new girlfriend an insatiable dynamo in the sack, he could now consider her a "reformed" lesbian! "Ha! Chalk one up for OUR side!" He thought to himself.

Just then Erica strode into the bedroom and pealed off her sweat-stained jogging pants and pulled on a pair of Levi's. Standing there in baggy faded jeans and her black Spandex sports bra she was a vision of beauty.

"Finally woke up did you??" Erica asked with a smirk.

"Lady you wore me out last night! We were up going at it till at least 4am... I'm still recuperating." Jamie shot back as he extended a limp hand out to her.

Erica gave his hand a quick squeeze then dropped it back down to the bed.

"Well don't strain yourself. I've gotta go out and run a few errands. If you want to catch some more Z's it's fine by me. We'll start working on that gut of your's when I get back." Erica promised.

She didn't seem the least bit tired from the night before. In fact she looked radiant from just having busted out a few dozen push-ups.

"How long have YOU been up??" Jamie asked as he glanced at the alarm clock.

"I get up every morning at seven sharp... since I was a little girl."

Erica efficiently filed away a few items around the bedroom, turning her attention away from her new live-in lover. Jamie watched her go about her routine, gathering up her wallet and keys. As she tugged a faded ballcap down over her head he thought out loud, "Somehow I can't picture you as a little girl."

Erica cooed, "Why that's about the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

She leaned down to give Jamie a big sloppy goodbye kiss and gave his tortured nipple cruel twist. It hurt like hell.

"If you get thirsty there's some fresh-squeezed orange juice in the fridge. Help yourself. If you want cereal I think there's milk in there too."

Erica gave Jamie a wink and turned to leave. She went out into the kitchen and gathered up the recycling and headed for the door.

"So... when should I expect you back?" Jamie asked.

"I gotta pay the rent and pick up a few necessities at the drug store and gas up the car. I'll be back in a couple hours I guess. Make yourself at home."

And then she was gone.

Jamie lay back in bed and thought about getting up and taking a shower. His mind wandered back to the night before. Erica wouldn't leave his cock alone for one minute. Her hands were all over it, pumping it, squeezing it, pinching it, caressing it, fondling it... even just staring at it. Although she gave no indication, he naturally assumed it was her first real cock, that he was in fact her first man. She did nothing to make him feel self-conscious about his body or his weight... in fact she seemed to really enjoy playing with his nipples too and lavished quite a lot of attention on them, sucking them, biting them, squeezing them. It was nothing whatsoever like sex had been with Heather! As his mind replayed the evening the delicious feelings returned and he could feel his manhood stir beneath the sheets. He closed his eyes and felt a sense of pride he'd not felt in a long time. He'd never had such passion lavished on his cock. The way she behaved you'd think he was a real well-hung stud.

He reached down to stroke himself. Slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband of his underwear he took his stiff five inches in hand and began stroking. His dick still felt tender, as did his nipples. As he stroked away he winced slightly in discomfort. His underwear felt tight too. He tried to pull them off but they were just creeping up on him. He pulled the covers down and discovered they weren't his own underwear. He was wearing a pair of... women's panties! As he wriggled out of the panties he wondered when Erica had put them on him... or how she had put them on him without waking him. She must have done it as a joke... because he'd slept in so late.

"That minx!" He thought to himself.

Jamie sat up on the edge of the bed completely naked now. He glanced over on Erica's closet door and noticed a bunch of snapshots of her and her friends. One particular photo of Erica and Kendra caught his attention. Standing arm in arm like two good old boys, Erica was wearing a white muscle shirt and Kendra was wearing a two piece swim suit that left nothing to the imagination. Kendra's breasts were quite nice; at least a full C cup, most of which were exposed and pressed suggestively up against Erica's ribs. Jamie's cock stiffened and he quickly pulled himself off to orgasm. He spurted a meager little amount of cum onto the back of his hand. As he sat there looking at the other photos he absent-mindedly wiped his jism on his own chest, rubbing it into his nipples. The coolness felt good. His cock remained stiff as he ogled Erica's collection of lesbian pals. They were all beautiful. A picture of Erica and her old friend Mattie caught his eye. Mattie was a tall older gal, pushing forty and very well-endowed. She was built like the girls Jamie drooled over on the internet, wearing a half-unbuttoned jacket that was intended to conceal her rack. Jamie estimated her to be at least a double-D... probably bigger. "Those busty dykes all wear minimizer bras." He told himself. As he stared at Mattie's chest he stroked himself off to another climax, but this time nothing came out.

"Unnngh... I need some of that orange juice worse than I need a shower."

He looked around the room for his clothes but couldn't find anything.

"Where'd she put my stuff?"

He opened the top drawer of his old dresser only to find it filled with his ex-wife's old panties and bras. As he went through the other drawers he found more of Heather's old things mixed in with some of Erica's clothes.

"Where are MY clothes?" He wondered aloud.

"Maybe she's thrown it all in the laundry for me. Wouldn't surprise me."

Not wanting to walk around the apartment naked Jamie bent over and picked up the pair of panties he'd been wearing a moment before. They were tight but they weren't too small. He looked at himself in the full length bedroom mirror and smiled at the sight of his lumpy cock stuffed into the front of the tiny silk panties. Then he turned around and checked out his chubby ass which looked pretty girlish with the shimmering panties riding up over his hairless cheeks. He looked through the drawers again for a T-shirt that he could wear and came out with one of Erica's tank tops and slipped into it.

In the kitchen Jamie poured himself a tall glass of orange juice and gulped it down. He was dying of thirst from the night before. He poured a second glass and drank it halfway down then looked through the cupboards for some cereal. When he removed a box of Wheaties he uncovered an assortment of Erica's prescription pill bottles and vials and miscelaneous diet supplements.

"Wow, look at all this stuff." He thought to himself.

He poured a nice big bowl of cereal and drowned it in milk and dove in. He was starving. As he gulped down spoonful after spoonful he idly read the labels on Erica's prescriptions. There were steroidal supplements, what looked like hormonal supplements, something called "Testostrogene"... another called "Estrogenex"... and of course the requisite huge jug of protein powder, vitamins and other herbal tinctures. He couldn't make heads nor tails out of most of it.

"I can't believe she puts all this stuff in her system. But I guess she knows what she's doing." He polished off his second orange juice and poured a third full glass from the gallon jug.

"I hope she doesn't mind if I finish off her O.J." He thought as he picked up one of the tiny brown glass bottles.

"Yohimbe. I've heard of this stuff. Tree bark. Supposed to make your cock swell up... something about increasing the blood flow. I wonder why Erica has it?" He was intrigued. He'd always wanted to try it. He read the dosage indications and proceeded to spike his orange juice with a double dose, just to be sure it would work. And work it did. For the next couple of hours Jamie busied himself with his throbbing cock. Oiling it down with some baby oil he found in Erica's bathroom he tugged on his sore member for the rest of afternoon, marveling at his swollen veins and at the copious amount of cum he was able to produce.

Around 4pm Erica returned home with a bag of groceries. She called out to Jamie who was back in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of Erica's bed wearing her tank top and with the panties down around his ankles. He smiled proudly at her as he pumped his cock which was swollen to nearly 6 inches long.

"So I guess you didn't get enough action last night. Is that it??" Erica asked with raised eyebrows. She took Jamie's pulsating member in her hand and squeezed it hard, surprised by how swollen it was compared to the night before. She gazed at the sight of Jamie's cock sliding in and out of her clenched fist and realized he was on the verge of another climax. She pushed him back on the bed and pealed off his tank top and continued to pump his organ. With her other hand she fished some items out of her front jeans pocket; a pair of nipple clamps and a cock ring.

"I think it's time we started working you out, start burning away some of that gut of yours. But first I got you a couple little presents while I was out. I think you'll like 'em."

Jamie lay there with his eyes closed, the blood pumping through his pounding heart as Erica gripped his cock tightly in her hand. Suddenly he felt cold metal clamp down on his tender nipples. He opened his eyes, startled.

Erica smiled and patted his cheek gently. "Don't worry. It won't hurt for long. They keep plenty of blood flowing to your nipples... makes them more sensitive. You'll like it. I promise."

Jamie lay back down as Erica continued to stroke his cock. He knew she was into sex toys so it didn't surprise him... at least not too much. Then she slid the brass cock ring over his blood-filled member, working it with some difficulty all the way down to the base.

Jamie surrendered himself to Erica's ministrations.

"That'll keep it hard for lot longer. So I've heard", She admired her lover's engorged cock.

"It looks better when it's hard like this. And it looks huge with this cock ring on it."

She stepped away and let Jamie feel his own cock.

"I'll be back in a few. I just want to put the groceries away."

Erica went out to the kitchen while Jamie stroked his bloated dick. The nipple clamps hurt at first but now he couldn't feel the pain so much. He stroked and stroked on his cock but this time a climax was slow in coming. He felt the spunk churning in his balls as he looked over at the photo of Mattie pinned on Erica's closet door. His eyes fixed on her T-shirt stretched taut across her knock-out tits. He noticed that Erica was pointing at the pink "Girl Power" logo emblazoned across Mattie's tits.

"Jesus, what a rack...", He thought to himself.

Erica returned, half-empty bottle of Yohimbe in hand. She noticed Jamie admiring her friend Mattie and smiled to herself. She knew all too well how Jamie loved the sight of a nice pair of cans.

"So!!" she blurted out.

"I gather you found my medicine cabinet in the kitchen." Erica said.

Jamie sat up and awkwardly pulled the tank top down over the nipple clamps. Erica shook the brown bottle in his face and smiled a half-smile.

"So did you sample my herbs?" She inquired as she caressed Jamie's now purple cock, tracing her index finger gently down the bulging veins of its shaft. Jamie nodded his head in the affirmative.

"That's okay, I think I understand. What guy doesn't want a huge cock? Right?"

Jamie chuckled softly.

"Bigger is better as far as I'm concerned." Erica twisted the cap off the bottle and climbed up onto Jamie's lap pinning him to the bed with her knees.

"Let's give you another dose so you'll be able to last into the evening. I don't want you giving out on me."

Jamie's heart pounded in his chest, partly because the previous dose was still doing its stuff, partly at the sensation of being force-fed yet another dose, this time by his able-bodied mistress. Erica took the eye dropper from the glass bottle and put it to his lips.

"Wait, I don't think you should. It's too much." Jamie protested weakly.

"Open up... take your medicine like a good boy." Erica commanded.

Jamie closed his eyes and obediently opened his mouth. He felt the bitter extract dribble onto his tongue and down his throat. Erica then poured the remainder of the bottle down Jamie's hatch.

"My baby boy wants a big schlong. Let's see what a nice strong dose will do!"

Jamie choked down the nasty fluid and reached up to grasp his cock, but Erica restrained him.

"Allow me." Erica squeezed hard, letting even more blood rush into Jamie's cock. Then she released her grip, letting the cock ring do its thing. Jamie winced slightly in pain as the tight metal ring dug in around the base of his cock.

"Ooh, does that hurt? Must be working... well let's leave it alone for a minute and see what happens. Meanwhile I have another surprise for you. Close your eyes."

Jamie closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain. He heard Erica open her dresser drawer and remove something. He heard her unzip her jeans and heard a belt buckle rattle as she strapped on her favorite dildo.

"Open your eyes lover. I have an even bigger surprise for you." Erica said proudly.

Jamie's nipples tingled at the sight of his muscular girlfriend standing there in nothing but a black sports bra and the biggest strap on dildo he'd ever seen. The thick cock was realistic and easily 11" long. Erica took Jamie by the hand and pulled him to his feet. His own cock dangled between his legs, still throbbing, still swelling, aching for relief. When he again put his hand on his sore member Erica removed it.

"Leave that alone. I want you to get a feel for THIS." Erica demanded as she rammed her prominent perfectly-formed rubber dick into Jamie's soft belly.

"Get down on your knees... I want you to kiss it." She demanded.

Jamie had never dreamed he'd ever be in such a situation. Well, actually he did sort dream it... but he never expected to actually BE in this position. His mind raced. He realized that Erica, kinky Erica, was turning out to be a tremendous turn on. No matter what she did, no matter how shocking it might seem to him at first, she was pushing buttons he never knew existed. Yesterday he might have felt humiliated... but at the moment he was just incredibly turned on. Part of it was titillation, part of it was fear... fear at what she might do next. So he willingly got down on his knees and took the giant tool in his two hands and started to stroke it.

"That's good. You know exactly what to do with one of these. Now kiss it. I want you to kiss the entire length of it." Erica's pussy moistened as she watched this man on his knees worshipping her impressive cock.

Jamie wasn't comfortable putting his mouth on even a fake cock... but because it was strapped on to this strong beautiful woman he found himself getting a perverse thrill out of it. It's not like he was sucking off a guy.

"Put it in your mouth... suck it." Erica guided Jamie's head onto the tip of the shaft and pulled him closer, forcing it into the back of his throat until he gagged.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's too big, isn't it... Here stand up. I have something else I want you to do for me."

Jamie stood up and Erica removed the clamps from his sore nipples with a careless yank. She went over to Jamie's dresser and retrieved one of Heather's old B-cup bras.

"I went through this stuff this morning while you were sleeping. I figure this is about your size. Come here and try it on for me." Erica ordered.

"I don't want to wear that." He protested as he clutched the hem of the tiny tank top he was wearing.

"You don't understand. I WANT you to wear it. I'm not asking, I'm TELLING." Erica insisted as she impatiently grabbed Jamie's arm and forcefully pulled him toward her with no difficulty.

"I'm paying your rent lover... and I'm feeding you. Are you saying you won't do me this one little favor." She asked with a steely expression, still wearing the lurid strap-on dildo. With her other hand she yanked on his cock like a door knob, like she was trying to pull it from his body.

"So, are you going to put on the bra or am I going to have to put it on for you?!"

Jamie winced in pain, resisting, trying to think of what to say or do. Erica pulled him closer to her by the cock and whispered directly into his ear. He felt the rubber dildo slip between his thighs.

"Honey, I didn't want to say anything but I think you could use a little support up there." She smiled cruelly as she softly cupped the underside of his left tit. Jamie felt disgusted with himself. Erica kissed him on the cheek and eased the tension, sending Jamie all kinds of wild mixed signals. It was all part of her sexual domination bag of tricks, Jamie reasoned.

"Put it on... it'll be fun." Erica prompted him in an uncharacteristically girlish voice.

Jamie surrendered. He was still turned on, just horribly confused. If Erica wanted him to pretend to be her bitch once in awhile, maybe he should just play along. He stopped resisting and took his wife's old satin bra from Erica. He read the tag and blushed; 38"B.

"I'll bet anything it's just your size, honey." Erica said as she patted Jamie on the cheek.

"Help me put it on?" Jamie asked.

"You can do it yourself. Besides, you might as well get used to it. I love sexy lingerie on my lovers."

With that Erica spun and headed back over to the dresser and removed a bottle of lotion and squirted a generous amount along the shaft of her dildo while she watched Jamie wrestle with the bra in the mirror. He got his arms in it and situated it, adjusting the length of the shoulder straps. He reached behind but couldn't quite fasten the hooks.

"I can't get it. Won't you at least hook it up?" Jamie asked.

"Oh I suppose so." Erica smiled and gladly tugged at the bra straps and fastened the outermost row of hooks, pulling the satin B cups snug up against Jamie's tits. Jamie looked down and was appalled to find that the bra DID fit exactly. But he soon realized that the cool silky fabric felt quite good on his raw nipples.

"There you go. See? I told you. A perfect fit. Lucky Heather left ALL her old clothes for us, huh?? Now, onto the bed." Erica slapped Jamie on the back and shoved him onto the bed, throwing him off balance. He caught himself and crawled up on all fours with Erica close behind him.

"Now, this first exercise is going to work on those chubby thighs of yours. You just hold still and stay in that position." Erica commanded from behind as she climbed up on her knees and guided to head of her dildo toward Jamie's ass. Jamie had no idea what she was talking about, but he had a hunch what was coming next. She reached under and stroked Jamie's cock once or twice and he relaxed long enough for her to press the head of her dong against his anus. Jamie tensed up.

"Relax. Trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make love to you." Erica massaged Jamie's round ass and lubricated his hole with her greasy fingers and slowly shoved the dildo in. Jamie let out a moan.

"Does that hurt sweetie?"

"Unnngghhh... a little... I guess ..."

Erica gave a gentle push, driving a few inches of rubber sex toy into her lover's poop chute.

"Unnnfff... oh god..." Jamie could feel his own cock leap for joy. Once again he was forced to follow Erica's lead. Erica reached under with both hands and squeezed Jamie's B-cuppers gently, pinching his still swollen nipples through the bra's fabric.

"I forgot to ask you... did you drink the rest of the orange juice this afternoon?"

Jamie grunted out a puzzled response. "Ungh.. yeah... is that okay??"

"No no.. that's fine. That's good. I want you to have all you want. Drink all you want..." Erica trailed off. She massaged Jamie's tits, fucking him in the ass while she now stared at the photo of Mattie pinned to her closet door. Looking down at Jamie's backside she admired his stamina as she continued to pump a good half of the 11" dildo in and out of his virgin hole.

"I picked up another couple gallons of juice at the store. So you drink all you want... that's fine..." she repeated in soothing tones as she thought of the powerful doses of Estrogenex she'd be spiking all of Jamie's food with from now on. She glanced back at Mattie and Kendra and smiled. She knew the pleasant effects that the drug had had on her girlfriends... on their breast size in particular. Now she'd find out what effect it might have on a man. He'd already consumed nearly twenty doses in just one afternoon!

"Can you feel the burning in you thighs yet?" Erica changed the subject while she continued pumping. Jamie just went along with it for the moment. As his heart pounded in his chest he could feel his pulse throb throughout his body, particularly his anus which was stretched to its limit.

"Ungh... ungh... yeah...ungh.. I think so..." Jamie whimpered a little white lie, unsure what being banged in the ass by a lesbian's dildo had to do with him getting fit. Erica removed the rubber schlong from Jamie with a quick motion, unbuckled it and tossed it over in the corner. She slapped him on the ass.

"Well then it's working. That's the sign that you're burning fat. Now, turn over and sit up." Erica ordered.

Jamie wearily rolled over, his unsightly gut accentuated all the more by the sexy bra that now accentuated his chubby tits. He looked down at his chest which had a very womanly appearance as it was held in place by the form-fitting brassiere. He sat up as directed, his turgid cock still aching for relief from the pressure that had continued building from the massive herbal overdose and the pounding he had just been subjected to.

"Now I'm going to show you a couple of power crunches that I want you to do from now on as often as you can. It's basically a sit-up but it isolates the abs and burns fat like crazy." Erica boasted.

"Should I get on the floor for this?" Jamie asked.

"No, you can stay in bed. It doesn't matter. Now first, bend your knees and lift your ankles slightly up off the bed. Put your hands behind your head and hold that position." Erica coached her lover.

Jamie felt the strain in his groin and in his gut, just like she said he should. But his member was still throbbing painfully with the cock ring locked around its base.

"Now, pull your knees up to your chin and curl your head forward." Erica barked.

Jamie did as she said, but with some difficulty. As he curled forward he could feel the satin bra material brush against his sore penis... and it felt kind of nice.

"Bend forward, alll the way." Erica put her hand on the back of Jamie's head and gave him a forceful push.

"Okay, now relaaaax... and again, curl forward."

Jamie again curled forward in slow repetitions. Each time his swollen member bobbed up and down toward his chin, brushing up against his tits which he noticed swelled suggestively out of their cups, straining against the bra straps as he stretched his back muscles and leaned forward. The sight of it was oddly compelling, sending even more blood streaming into his already rock hard erection.

"Bend over. Do it." Erica said to Jamie.

The words had a disturbingly familiar ring.

"I want you to give me fifty repetitions for starters. We gotta work off those rolls of fat, buddy boy. I'll go get you a glass of juice. You look like you need it."

Erica smiled as she stole a quick look at the lurid display of Jamie's bloated cock brushing up against his breasts. She'd never seen anything like it, at least not in her own bedroom. As she strode into the kitchen she had to yank her own panties out of her crotch. She'd gotten so aroused by dominating her friend Jamie, stripping him of his apartment, most of his possessions, getting him into her life, into her apartment... and particularly getting him to put on that satin brassiere. And it gave her a extra special thrill to think of his swelling member, of the cock ring she forced onto him and of the dangerous amount of dick-expanding tincture she'd forced him to drink.

As she put the groceries away Erica considered the prospect of Jamie's further feminization. She hefted two fresh jugs of orange juice onto the counter, shaking them both in unison. She pictured Jamie with jugs about that size and chuckled to herself. She had finally found the person she had patiently been looking for. He'd been right under her nose all along! She reminded herself how pretty Jamie was when she'd first met him, before he'd gained all the weight. She thought of what a docile house husband he'd been to Heather, cooking her meals every night, doing the laundry, cleaning the house. She thought of the long hours they'd spent together as friends in front of his computer, getting high and pouring over his collection of huge-breasted models he'd downloaded from the web. She knew better than he how warped, how weak his little breast-obsessed mind was... all he needed was a nice strong shove in the right direction.

She told herself she was doing the right thing as she took the bottle of Testostrogene from the cupboard and shook two capsules into her hand and gulped down her daily dose. Erica flexed her right arm and squeezed her bulging bicep. The sight of her own muscle definition always aroused her. She cracked the seal on a fresh 6oz. bottle of Estrogenex and emptied the clear liquid contents into the two jugs of orange juice. The devious act of spiking Jamie's food supply with illegal mind and body-altering pharmaceuticals gave her a certain evil thrill.

Erica staggered over to a kitchen chair and sat down. She jammed her hand into her pants and inserted two fingers into her sopping went cunt. She heard Jamie in the other room grunting like a wounded animal as he jacked himself off, trying to relieve the pressure on his painfully swollen member. Erica smiled and proceeded to bring herself off to a powerful climax without making a sound. Wiping her hands on her pants she heard Jamie continue to struggle, unable to get himself off.

"I'll be back in a flash, okay? Hold on!!" Erica shouted cheerfully from the kitchen.

Jamie was fatigued now but still focused on his cock, drenched in sweat, stunned to see it continuing to swell past 7 inches now, still growing dangerously thicker in his hand. The cock ring wouldn't budge and was embedded in the base of his shaft.

"Help! Erica!!" he called out, his voice cracking into a high faint pitch.

The sound of Jamie's weak cry for help gave Erica a surge of strength deep in the pit of her gut and filled her with fiendish determination. This was a woman who loved to control a man. In most respects Erica Lance thought of herself as a typical lesbian, despite what she may have told Jamie and despite the fact that now she found herself hungering to bury that cock of Jamie's inside her.

She'd accommodated much bigger cocks, but only of the dildo variety. Never the real thing. And the last thing she wanted was to get pregnant. Not now. Not ever.

"I'll be right there! I'm just pouring you a glass of juice! Sounds like you need it!" Erica answered as she poured Jamie another tall tumbler full of the feminizing juice.

She listened and could hear Jamie huffing and puffing, the bed springs creaking loudly now as he tried in vain to cum. Erica twisted the cap off the bottle of Testostrogene and gave herself an extra bonus dose. The act of overdoing the male hormone drug always turned her on and she felt her dewy pussy lips part once again. She took down another bottle of Estrogenex and cracked the seal.

"One for me, one for you my dear..." she chuckled to herself as she poured a dangerous amount of the feminizing concentrate into Jamie's already-spiked glass.

She felt a strange warmth as she stirred the tasteless fluid into the juice. The very thought of feminizing Jamie only endeared him to her more and more, drew him closer to her in her heart. She wouldn't have invited him into her life if she hadn't loved him... but now she was really starting to draw him deep into her world, in ways he couldn't possibly imagine, ways that would bind him to her forever.

Erica made no apologies to anyone for either her sexual preferences OR her peculiar fetishes. But what Jamie Hill never realized was how obsessed Erica was with transgender modification. Whether it was simply her own style of dress and behavior, or the special men and women she'd associated with at the club; the cross-dressers, the pre-op trannies, the full-on transsexuals... she and most all of the members of The Body Lab had joined with the intent of becoming more feminine... more masculine... or some combination of the two. Two officially retired women doctors had started the low-profile Body Lab facility a few years ago. It had long been their dream to operate such a place. The brilliant Dr. Kimberly Pfizer was a thirtysomething gynecologist and chemist who'd turned her back on the medical establishment to pursue her own research in hormone and gene therapies. Her slightly older soft-spoken partner, who staff and members knew only by her first name "Gertie", was an exiled surgeon from Austria. They were sometime lovers but moreover they were full-time medical geniuses who were celebrated as miracle-workers by their gender-tampering clientele.

So Erica's secret world was filled with people of every stripe, each with a unique obsession to fulfill. Her knowledge of herbs, hormones, pumps, and all manner diet supplements and strange devices came from working closely with the clientele at the club. It had helped her to slowly transform herself into the strong sexy shemale that she fancied herself to be. But Estrogenex and Testostrogene were brand new experimental drugs that Dr. Pfizer and Gertie had developed in secret. Kendra and Mattie had been the first test subjects and the buzz was that Kimberly and Gertie were would soon be rich women. The drugs seem to work like a charm! Erica had started taking the pills a week or so ago and had already begun to notice the effects on her mind and her body. Her breast tissue had already been chased off by her intense weight training, but now the Testostrogene was working on her overall musculature, subtly altering her skeletal structure, slimming her hips, broadening her shoulders and most importantly altering her brain chemistry. She had no clue how the stuff worked but she knew that it worked. She could feel it.

"Here you go, babe." Erica returned to the bedroom and handed Jamie the glass of orange juice, ordering him to drink all of it down. She brought the plastic jug with her and sat it on the nightstand next to the bed.

Jamie pumped away at his purple-headed monster with one hand and hoisted the tall glass of juice to his parched lips with the other. Erica was surprised to see Jamie and the entire bed drenched in sweat. She was so distracted by the impressive sight of the angry purple penis Jamie held in his fist that she didn't notice that the drug had already begun to work on Jamie's fat distribution, melting away the first layer of blubber from his gut and relocating some of it to other select areas, plumping up his chest and hips and ass.

"Let me help you with that." Erica offered, as she took Jamie's rock hard tool in her hand.

"Look at you. You're huge." She complimented him.

Jamie's mind was swimming in psychoactive chemicals and his body was like a furnace. He was only partly aware of where he was and what was going on... but he knew that he needed relief and fast. He shook the emptied glass mindlessly gesturing for more.

"Let's measure you." Erica flicked the head of Jamie's cock and dropped it onto the bed. She removed a tape measure from her nightstand and handed Jamie the jug of orange juice.

"Looks like... a little over seven inches long, annnd... well whaddya know, six inches in circumference. That's bigger than you were when I measured you this morning." She quietly spoke under her breath directly to Jamie's cock, realizing that he was not hearing her too well at the moment as he gulped down the remainder of the juice. He dropped the empty jug onto the floor.

"And if you'll sit up I'll just measure your... BUST." She said loudly enough to get Jamie's attention.

Jamie automatically sat up and raised his arms to allow Erica to snake the tape measure around his chest. Without even measuring it was plain to see that Jamie's tits were enlarged slightly, swelling out of the tiny B cups and puffing around the thin straps and under the arms.

"Thirty... no, FORTY... forty inches... and it looks like about a C cup." She noted with an awed expression.

The Estrogenex had worked like a charm on Kendra and Mattie. But they'd used extremely small regulated doses over a period of many weeks... and they were female to begin with. No one knew how the drug might work on a man. Erica tossed the tape measure onto the floor, her mind raced.

"Well girls, it seems to be working." She addressed Kendra's and Mattie's photos as she pulled out the bottom drawer on her dresser, rummaging around for a larger brassiere to put onto Jamie. She found a white lace bra that was a 40"C. Mattie had quickly outgrown a whole range of sizes during her slow transformation from a B to a double E. And she'd donated all her bras to Erica for just this purpose, for the day when Erica would finally find her willing (or unwilling) male subject.

With a glazed look in his eyes, Jamie reached up and slipped out of the B cup bra, slipping the straps down over his shoulders like it was second nature. He rotated the bra around to the front and snapped open the hooks like an expert and shimmied out of the too-small garment. He felt his boobs jiggle more than they usually did, but it didn't feel particularly strange. In fact it felt kind of nice. Erica got a look at his tits. His chest was completely smooth and devoid of hair. She looked at the bra on the floor and saw all the chest hair that had fallen out already. Jamie's nipples had had a chance to recover from the cruel clamps and the previous night's punishment at the hands of Erica. But they hadn't reverted to normal. Far from it. Now they were pink and swollen, with a healthy puffy areola that looked about an inch in diameter. Jamie smiled at Erica and absent-mindedly stroked his nipples pressing them in with his finger tips. They pushed in and bounced right back like little balloons. It felt good. He didn't have to wait for Erica to coerce him into the new bra she was holding in her hand. He simply took it from her without speaking and put it on, hooking it and rotating it around, sliding the straps over his shoulders with the same ease he'd just removed the old one.

A perfect fit.

Jamie Hill was not exactly conscious of what was going on at this point. He was operating on a sort of auto-pilot that was no doubt the result of the massive overdose of Estrogenex he had coursing through his system. In his head all he heard was his booming heartbeat as it pounded like a jungle drum, drowning out most rational thought. It had been building all afternoon and now it was early evening. Somewhere along the line, deep in Jamie's rattled psyche he had begun to enjoy being the favorite new plaything in Erica's gender-confused fantasy world. Dr. Kimberly had promised Erica that something like this would happen, but in degrees, slowly and over time. Erica hadn't counted on such immediate, visible results. Right now Jamie just appeared like a helpless creature, clay for her to mold, a blank slate, a sponge.

Erica watched quietly as Jamie cupped his breasts in his palms, moving them up and down, inspecting them, seemingly oblivious to his aching cock. She felt her own juices escape her pussy and leak down her inner thigh. She retrieved a package of condoms from her nightstand and opened one. She decided she was ready to ride Jamie's rock hard tool... after 29 years in this world it would be her first attempt at intercourse with a man. Jamie leaned back, resting on his elbows, admiring the firm C-cup mounds resting on his chest, ensconced in white lace.

"I look sexy." Was the only thought that entered his mind. He had somehow managed to put his agonized cock completely out of his mind.

Meanwhile Erica was trying to fit the condom over Jamie's cock. After a couple failed attempts she finally managed to rip the first condom. She needed Jamie's help with this but he wasn't even paying attention, which she was glad about. So she tried a second. Then a third. Finally she had Jamie's swollen veiny member wrapped tightly in latex. She crawled up on the bed and straddled his bobbing head and spread her pussy lips with her fingers, guiding Jamie's cock into her pussy. Jamie let out a soft moan as he felt his member begin to enter Erica's sopping wet hole.

Just then the rubber broke with an audible snap. Erica lifted up with a quick movement and looked down to see a large drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip of Jamie's cock.

"My GOD." She thought to herself, scared shitless that he may have released some of his semen in her. The disoriented Jamie let out a giggle.

Erica climbed off abruptly and opened another condom and slapped it into Jamie's hand. To her, the worst thing that could possibly happen would be for her to get pregnant. Not now. Not like this.

"Put this on." She ordered matter of factly while she fingered her eager twat.

Jamie rolled the too-small condom down over the length of his shaft with no difficulty at all. Erica tore open a second condom and slapped another into Jamie's hand.

"Put this one on too."

Jamie obediently rolled on a second condom. Now when Erica eased herself down onto Jamie's tool. She closed her eyes and impaled herself, relishing all seven inches of Jamie's prick. She let out a husky moan. Even encased in latex it was still better than any dildo she'd ever felt! She began gyrating, raising up and down, pumping on Jamie's stiff pole. Jamie seemed almost not to feel anything, probably because of the double layer of latex. Instead he was now captivated with his own breasts, watching them jostle slightly on his chest as Erica bounced up and down on him.

It was a sight that captivated both of them!

Erica felt the double dose of Testostrogene begin to kick in. She felt every muscle in her body ripple as a wave of intense heat permeated her tissues. Her veins popped out and as she supported herself atop Jamie, she admired her own chiseled arms and torso. With the only indication of Jamie's manhood concealed inside her cunt, Erica looked like and felt like a man, on top and in control, fucking away at the docile and sexy little shemale she had pinned to the bed.

And it felt natural. It felt great.

Soon Erica let out a deep guttural grunt as she tensed up into an earth-shattering climax. The walls of her vagina tightened around Jamie's shaft and Jamie let out a sigh. Erica's juices oozed from her pussy, pouring down over Jamie's shaft and all over the bed. She lifted up and climbed off of Jamie and proceeded to peel off the condoms which had proved unnecessary after all.

Jamie had still not come.

"We better finish you off darlin'... and get that cock ring off you before it pinches that sausage of yours completely off." Erica said.

She started stroking his erection in an even motion and soon Jamie closed his eyes tightly and collapsed back onto the bed, clutching at the sheets. Erica fixed her attention on bringing Jamie off, staring intently at the head of his cock. She considered putting her lips to it but thought better of it. (It would be the first and last time she'd ever entertain the idea of putting a cock near her face.) She thought back to the day before, in Jamie's old apartment, how it felt to feel his spunk churning through his shaft and shooting through the air. She sped up her rhythm and tightened her grip. Jamie inhaled deeply and arched his back, causing his modest bust to swell out. Erica aimed Jamie's cock at his tits, hoping to splatter him with his own jism.

"Ooooooohhhh!" Jamie let escape an ecstatic moan, catching another deep breath.

Erica felt the engorged organ twitch and spasm, then a thick white rope of fluid came shooting from its tip, leaping through the air and hitting Jamie smack in the face, splattering across his lips and left cheek.

"Unnnghh!! OH GOD!!! OH GOD!!!" Jamie bucked his hips in the air as Erica held on to his spastic cock.

Load after load of sperm leapt through the air. The milky substance splattered onto Jamie's tits, in his hair, on his face and on the crumpled bed sheets. Teacups of hot cum spewed from Jamie's bloated balls. It oozed down in between his tits. It leaked down over the back of Erica's hand onto Jamie's stomach. Jamie smeared the cum from his tits up to his mouth, licking the cum from his own lips and fingers. The salty taste of semen filled his senses, sending a wonderful warm sensation through his body clear down to his toes.

"MMMMmmmmmmm, YES. YESSsssss" Jamie hissed.

Erica pumped Jamie's organ until the flow of cum finally ceased. She felt Jamie soften in her hand as the blood gradually returned to other parts of his body. She slipped the cock ring off finally and noticed an angry purple bruise around the base that she was sure wouldn't be healing anytime too soon.

The room was sweltering with the heat generated from Erica and Jamie's hyper-metabolizing bodies. But Erica could feel herself cooling down at last. Jamie was now writhing half-conscious on the soaked sheets, cupping his breasts and biting his lip.

"God I've never been fucked like that before." He cooed in a voice that was now higher than his normal speaking voice.

"Come here lover." He pleaded through eyes half closed.

Erica climbed up on the sopping wet bed and kissed Jamie tenderly. Jamie passionately returned the kiss pushing his tongue deep into Erica's mouth.

"Please don't ever leave me. I love you so much. I don't know what's happening to me but I feel great. This is better than any drug." Jamie said.

"I love you too." Erica said in an earnest tone as she cupped one of Jamie's pert breasts in her hand and squeezed. It WAS a drug of course, a powerful drug. But she didn't feel the need to explain that to him at the moment.

"Did you say something?" Jamie asked.

"I said I love you." Erica repeated herself.

"Oh that's such a sweet thing for you to say." Tears welled up in Jamie's eyes as he smiled back at Erica.

"You just said you loved ME silly." Erica said.

"I did??" Jamie scrunched up his face in a confused expression.

"Yes, just now." Erica paused. "...don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Jamie said, his mind an over-stimulated ball of confusion.

"I feel so different than I did before." Jamie smoothed a hand over a slight paunch of sexy baby fat where formerly were rolls of disgusting lard. I don't know what's happening. Last thing I remember I was doing your crunches... eventually the room started spinning and I sort of lost consciousness.

Erica brushed Jamie's tousled auburn hair out of his cum-streaked face. She reminded herself that Jamie had no idea he'd ingested the mother lode of an experimental feminizing serum. But the effects were clearly more than just physical. It seemed Jamie hadn't noticed the changes that had already taken place. He seemed to not fully appreciate what had happened. That was just as well for now. Erica concluded that it must be the mental alteration, working in conjunction with the obvious physical alterations, both caused by the Estrogenex. She'd seen it work on Kendra and Mattie but not to this extreme and certainly not this quickly. She didn't understand exactly how or why the stuff worked, but she knew that it did. Kendra and Mattie had been die-hard tom boys all their lives. Mattie in particular had grown into an intimidating bull dyke by the time she'd reached middle age. But the Estrogenex had transformed them both in to beautiful specimens of human femininity. Kendra had elected to stop at a C cup, but not before her tom boy ways had been repressed. The drug effectively pushed that part of her personality halfway into the back of her mind. Nowadays people just thought of her as 'brassy'. Mattie though was another story. She chose to transform herself into a voluptuous eye-popping dame. The drug had knocked down walls in her once stubborn mind and somewhere along the way she decided she loved the womanizing/feminizing experience. She realized she was ready to make up for a lifetime spent feeling uncomfortable in her female skin. The transformation process was like an awakening for Mattie and she only weaned herself off the drug when her close friends finally intervened soon after she topped out at a 50" double E. By that time her bull dyke personality was all but completely erased, replaced by a voluptuous sex-crazed woman. She still preferred the fairer sex, perhaps even more so than before. But now she liked men too.

Correction: LOVED men.

Watching her two best friends experiment with the gene-altering drug had been a fascinating, exciting experience for Erica. Seeing her girlfriends transform so dramatically before her very eyes was what had inspired her to pursue her own fantasy and start taking the masculine equivalent, Testotrogene.

Somewhere along the way she decided it would be fascinating to see what effects Estrogenex could have on a man. Not the swishy gay men who hung around the club, but a heterosexual man's man. If he were unwilling or unaware that he was being feminized against his wishes... all the better! Now that it was happening she was not disappointed in the least. She was amazed.

"I'm so tired. Do you have any clean panties I can wear?" Jamie asked sweetly.

"Sure do. Why don't you get a shower and I'll change these sheets and we can think about turning in. How's that sound?"

"Okay." Jamie lept to his feet causing his boobies to bounce slightly. The jiggling sensation he felt on his chest gave him a warm and secure feeling that was weirdly familiar. He slipped a thumb under one shoulder strap and adjusted it for comfort as he slinked off to the bathroom to wash off and get ready for bed.

Erica snapped out of her reverie. She wanted to phone up Dr. Kimberly and thank her for her genius drug. But that would wait till tomorrow.

Erica pried one eye open and glanced at her alarm clock. It was already 8:30am. It was the first time she'd overslept in ages. It was Saturday and she'd not bothered setting the alarm. She reasoned that they both needed their sleep after the events of the night before. Jamie moaned softly next to her. That's what woke her.

Without raising up off the pillow, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and observed Jamie who didn't seem to notice she was awake. Jamie's eyes were wide open and he was steadily stroking his cock with the covers pulled back, staring blankly at the ceiling. His naked body lay stretched out, hips gyrating subtly.

Erica was captivated by the sight of two woman's breasts laying atop Jamie's ribcage. Creamy and well-formed with two puffy nipples capping them off, they bobbled in rhythm with his hand movements. They appeared quite firm, like the ripe breasts of a blooming young girl, but they were large enough that already they sloped slightly off to the side. Not wanting to disturb Jamie, Erica slipped a finger between her pussy lips and released the moisture inside. With her thumb she worked her clit, trying not to buck her hips, watching Jamie intently, trying to keep quiet.

Jamie continued to moan intermittently, then he tucked his chin and looked down at his body with wide eyes. Was he about to come?

He stared down between the two fleshy mounds on his chest, focussing on his cock as though he were about to explode. He kept pumping, his breaths growing shorter in anticipation.

But nothing came.

As lost in his own world as he appeared to be, Jamie steadily pumped his cock for 5 minutes or longer. Occasionally he'd let out a heavy sigh and throw his head back with eyes closed. Then he'd prop his head up again and look down speachless at his strange new body.

Eventually his free hand flew to one of his breasts and squeezed. He let out a sigh and Erica slipped two more fingers into her soaked pussy, letting out a quiet gasp of her own. But Jamie seemed not to notice. He was focussed completely on his body like a person possessed. Erica watched Jamie kneed his boob like pliant dough. It appeared to be a small handful already. Amazing.

Jamie tweaked his own nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand slavishly continued to stroke his dick. His eyes told him that he was a rapturous vision. His old breast obsession had exploded in his mind, fracturing, its shrapnel had spent the night embedding itself in the far corners of his psyche. All the hundreds upon hundreds of images of tit queens he'd 'studied' during his years trolling the net now flooded his cerebral cortex. Even with eyes open they paraded in front of him. All shapes and sizes of breasts, nipples and brassieres came into focus then disappeared, like hypnotizing tit-filled visions, the hallucinations played across the two creamy hills of his own chest which stood in front of him as he looked down at himself.

His organ was throbbing and he continued to gyrate his hips, but even after twenty minutes and another few shuddering climaxes of her own, Erica was amazed that Jamie still had not cum even once. She let her tired eyes shut part way and continued to spy on Jamie. Again and again he gathered his breast in his hand, squeezing and pinching it, moaning softly. He bit his lip and held his breath, seemingly trying with all the resolve he could muster to just cum and relieve the pressure. The tit-filled hallucinations he was swimming in were arousing him same as they ever had, in fact the arousal he may have at one time felt for any one of those steamy images was now multiplied a thousand-fold as he was able to "see" them all at once in his mind's eye.

But strangely and for the first time ever these images were not sufficient to bring him off. But he kept trying. As his arousal mounted, he stroked with greater fervor.

Eventually Erica nodded off and slipped into a dream.

She didn't wander too far off. She dreamt a pleasant and familiar dream that was a recurring dream of hers. In it she would lie on her back in her own bed, masturbating her 11" dildo. At some point the dildo would always suddenly become her own pulsing flesh and blood cock. And at some point either Kendra or Mattie would walk into the room and do a striptease at the foot of her bed. This morning it was sexy Mattie who waltzed in and peeled off her clothes, gyrating in a sultry motion, cupping her huge tits, biting her lip. Erica's pulse quickened and her breathing became labored. Suddenly Mattie was sitting on her, her gaping pussy pressed against Erica's face, grinding on her chin as she leaned forward and took Erica's erect cock in her mouth and sucked her off. In the dream Erica moaned in ecstasy, lapping hungrily at Mattie's leaking pussy, sucking on her clit while Mattie slurped and sucked on her cock, licking it up and down, plunging it in and out of her cleavage. The dream usually ended with her partner on top, grinding away and this morning was no different. Mattie was straddling Erica, impaled on her 11" shaft, smiling down at her. Mattie leaned forward, letting her double EE jugs hang down temptingly in front of Erica's face. Erica opened her mouth, hungry for one of Mattie's plump nipples to suck on. Mattie leaned forward and smothered Erica's face in her soft pillows of flesh. Erica's mind reeled and her loins exploded, sending bolts of electric pleasure through her body. She gasped for air, unable to breath.

She woke up with a start.

Jamie was on top of her!

He was laying on top of Erica, eyes closed, teeth clenched, brow furled. His dick was plunging in and out of Erica's pussy like a trip-hammer as he panted, squashing his tits flat against Erica's chest. Erica roused herself in a hurry and grabbed Jamie by the shoulders.

"Jamie, stop." Erica said.

But Jamie didn't even open his eyes. He just increased his penetrating thrusts, causing Erica a great deal of pleasure, sending her into another reverie.

"Jamie... stop this... you have to stop..." Erica pleaded with eyes closed. She didn't want to stop. Waking up to a lover pumping her pussy with his stiff cock was a delicious feeling... one she'd never known. But she had to get him off her. What if he wasn't wearing a rubber? That little realization clanged loudly in her head and again she tried to shake Jamie to his senses.

"Jamie! Get off!"

Jamie bore down harder, plowing his prick deep into Erica's cunt with a long slow penetrating stroke. Erica gasped and nearly came on the spot.

"...Juh... Jamie... Please you have to stop." She pleaded half-heartedly.

Jamie kept pumping his hips, gliding his cock in and out of his lover's hole with smooth long steady strokes, ramming away, ravaging Erica's body with every slam of his own pelvis.

"Stop it ...HUFF ...Stop it, Jamie ...UUGH ...you gotta wake Uuuuuuup... MMmmmm," Erica stared into Jamie's glazed eyes, trying to get his attention, her mind in a panic, unsure what to do, held back only by her body which was telling her this felt fantastic. The emerging male presence in her, the result of a week of ingesting the Testostrogene, seemed to be ruled by his sexual impulses. Dr. Kimberly told her this could happen. Her mind cried out, trying to be heard, but her body said go with it. Let it happen. She tried to reach back for her true self, tried to summon the woman inside, the defiant lesbian who wouldn't be caught dead in this position in a million years. She could barely reach that far back. When finally she did she tried to rally her strength and come to her senses. Shaking off the raging male hormones and male genes that had reinvented her body she coerced her female self to take charge one last time. But her aggressive female aspect had been completely annexed by the emerging and ravenous male aspect. She gotten what she'd wanted all along. So why couldn't she just push Jamie off? It didn't make sense. It just felt good. "Get off." Was what had come out her mouth before. Now "Get off" was what she wanted to DO. The very thought of pulling out seemed ludicrous.

With every ounce of self-control and determination she cleared a small space in her mind and let the vestige of her inner female have the floor. That long neglected and abused little woman came forth into Erica's forebrain. But she too seemed content to drink in the sensation of Jamie fucking her to within an inch of her life.

"This is natural. This is what I always wanted." the fading sweet voice pleaded in Erica's mind as the intense pleasure pounded away at her.

"I want a baby." The voice whispered as it faded away into oblivion.

"No! Jesus NO!!!" Erica shouted out... trying to take control of the situation.

Jamie lifted up slightly, his budding pillows of flesh hung from his chest, rolling with the rhythm of his pumping hips. He looked down at his swaying tits and at Erica. Her gaze was fixed on the tits Jamie was dangling in front of her. She again lost her resolve to throw him off.

"Honey, do you happen to be wearing a rubber?" Erica asked, hoping against hope that he was using protection and that she could just relax and enjoy the ride. But Jamie didn't answer, he just smiled and shoved his tits in Erica's face, bumping her repeatedly as he picked up the pace and began panting heavily.

Erica's pleas for him to stop were now muffled by a face full of tit. Jamie giggled softly between gasping breaths.

"Stop. Get off. Please..." Erica protested while she greedily munched on Jamie's puffy nipples, sucking and biting on them. A wonderful warmth shot through Jamie's system, emanating from his nipples. He curled his toes in ecstasy and finally came in unison with Erica, pumping his load deep into her convulsing womb.

Erica's orgasm subsided, allowing her rational mind to take control again. She felt Jamie's meat shoved deep inside her, held in place and still spasming, squirting hot jets of semen into her. Finally she came to her senses and threw the grinning simpleton off of her. Jamie fell over onto the bed, tits bouncing, dick slurping out of Erica's cunt trailing a long rope of semen across the sheets.

"Oooooooh FUCK! FUCK!!!" Erica panicked. Her voice almost growled with anger as she jumped up out of bed and wiped herself with a corner of the bed sheet.

"You bastard. What have you done?!?!" Erica shouted, ripping the cum-soaked sheet from the bed and throwing it across the room.

"GET UP!!" She demanded.

Jamie continued to lay on his back, eyes closed, a peaceful satisfied look on his face. He still seemed not to hear her. Finally it had been the ritual act of conception, the mind-expanding thought of creating a life, of reproducing, all that pro-natal motherly instinct stuff that had brought Jamie the relief he needed. He reached up and cupped both his breasts proudly and arched his back and again the images of tits began to play in his mind, now accompanied by splashing torrents of body fluids, cocks penetrating pussies, pouting lips, lingerie.

Jamie's mind was still in another place, still reeling from the massive overdose of Estrogenex. It wasn't finished with him yet, Erica realized. It was still rearranging his mind and his body.

Still, she wanted to pound him. She felt her anger swelling in her gut as her body tensed up. She slammed the bed post with her fist, shaking the entire bed, causing Jamie's tits to jiggle.

"DAMN you!"

Even in her panic state Erica noticed that now Jamie's stomach was nearly flat as a board! And he had a generously sized ass beneath him now and hips that flared out beautifully. His face looked radiant, young and feminine, but he still looked very much like himself. Like a glowing softer version of the Jamie she'd known.

She needed to talk to Dr. Pfizer right now. It was noon on a Saturday and Kimberly Pfizer was home relaxing. The phone rang.

"This is Doctor Pfizer."

"Kimberly it's Erica. I really need to see you. We need to talk."

"Well, can it wait until Monday? I'm kind of busy." The doctor replied cautiously.

"I don't think so. I'm freaking out here. I think I might have overdone the Estrogenex on Jamie last night. I don't know what's wrong. It seems to be working great but he's like in a trance or something and I can't get him to snap out of it." Erica breathed a sigh and took another breath.

"How much did you give him yesterday?" Dr. Pfizer asked.

"Well, I'm embarrassed to tell you. I know I got carried away. I think he drank a couple bottles."

"Of which? ...the TWO ounce bottles? Kimberly sounded alarmed.

"No. The 6 ounce bottles. TWO of 'em..."

"TWELVE OUNCES? That is a two month supply, Erica. What were you thinking??"

"I know. I know. It was stupid. I... I... I just..." Erica trailed off.

"What's his physical condition? Is he breathing normally?"

Erica looked over at Jamie. His eyes were closed still, but he was awake and gently massaging his tits, smiling. His cock was limp now and showed no signs of stirring.

"Yes, he's fine physically. But I can't get him to come to his senses. He won't answer me. But doctor... that's not the worst of it." Erica furled her brow and she put her hand on her crotch, worried that she was already pregnant.

"What do you mean that's not the worst of it? What else is wrong?"

"I feel so stupid." Erica said.

"What? What is it?"

"When I woke up this morning he was on top of me, with his... with his penis inside of me. I'm worried."

"Did you use protection?"

"No, I... NO... I told you I woke up and he was inside me already. He was fucking me while I was asleep."

"Why didn't you just throw him off? You're an able-bodied girl."

"I don't know. I tried to."

"You must not have tried very hard."

Erica was embarrassed to the core. How could she admit to her lesbian friend who she admired so much that she actually ENJOYED the fucking, that that was why she couldn't throw him off.

"It was weird. It was like my mind was telling me to throw him off, but my pussy was in control of the situation. It felt fantastic... is that sick?"

"Well it sounds pretty natural... for it to feel good I mean. At least for a normal woman. But like I said the other day; you're probably more man than woman by now. Maybe you were just 'thinking with your dick' as they say �perhaps that's why you wouldn't pull out.. or pull off. I'm just speculating of course but that's my professional opinion." Dr. Pfizer was always so calm and reserved. Such a professional.

"I guess I don't fully understand how this stuff is designed to work... but I suppose that does makes sense. Sorta."

"What don't you understand Erica? We went over all this stuff last week and I answered all your questions." Dr. Pfizer asked.

"Yes you explained the gene therapy part of it; how the chemicals hijack the hormonal system and manipulate the genes. I get that and I can feel it working. I guess I'm still fuzzy on how the mind alterations take place. I hadn't noticed much change until now. Suddenly it kind of scares me."

Dr. Pfizer paused, careful to say the right thing to her friend and test patient, "Well it may be scary at times, or at least disorienting. For you AND for Jamie. If the dosages are controlled the changes happen gradually and seem natural and there is no disruption of the mental processes. I won't go into the nuts and bolts of it but basically the drug has a synthetic compound in it that is designed to mimic brain chemistry, actually it sort of tricks the brain chemistry and in the process alters it, causing it to conform to the new matrix. We've isolated the parts of the brain that deal with identity, specifically the part that maintains our male and female aspects in the proper balance. With these drugs we are able to target the male aspect or the female aspect, act on it, break it down, tip the scales and push it back into submission. Meanwhile we activate the other dormant aspect, enlarge it, bring it to the foreground. And the patient can manipulate the balance however he or she sees fit, but of course the mental transformation is hardest for the patient to evaluate because the powers of reason are affected. Objectivity gets lost in the shuffle until the patient comes off the drug. The physical changes are much easier to monitor because all you have to do is look in the mirror."

"So what do you think's going on with Jamie right now?" Erica asked.

A pleasant moan escaped Jamie's lips when he heard his name. But he was still out of it, resting peacefully, absent-mindedly rolling a nipple in his fingers.

"It's difficult to say. Physically the changes in his body will happen gradually �or not so gradually� over time. His body will store up the excess Estrogenex and will continue to transform until the drug runs its course. In the case of a massive overdose like this however, the mental changes happen at an accelerated pace, literally overnight. Right now he's likely on some form of psychedelic trip, like a powerful dose of mushrooms or acid. That's how it probably feels to him. The person you've been with since last night has been on one long trip and the whole experience has been like a hallucination to him. To have that two month dose flood his brain all at once like this, my guess is he's experiencing something like the primal female nature with the lid off, the female animal instinct if you will, in full primitive force. In quantities like these the drug has the power to obliterate his male aspect entirely. Right now a powerful female identity is blossoming in his mind, saturating all rational conscious thought, disintegrating his old sense of self. When he finally does come out of it he'll be a profoundly different man from the one you knew yesterday. And this mental transformation will continue until the drug gradually leaves his system. Does that help?"

Erica didn't say anything.

"Erica? Are you there??"

"Yeah, that makes sense. But Kimberly, what if I'm pregnant now?"

"Unlikely. I can't say for sure but your fertility is probably at a very low ebb right now. Chances are slim to none. But if you'd like to do a pregnancy test just to clear your mind..."

Suddenly Erica had to know for certain.

"Yes. Yes, as soon as possible. Could you do it?" she asked.

"Doesn't sound like you're in the mood to wait. I guess I can come over. When's good?"

"Let's do it right now. I want to get it over with." Erica decided.

There was a knock at the door. Erica leapt up off the bed and ran a quick comb through her hair. She looked over at Jamie sleeping on the bed, still naked but covered in a sheet. He was mumbling softly in his sleep, but smiling still. She closed the bedroom door and darted out into the living room.

"Coming!"

She yanked the door open and welcomed Dr. Pfizer into the apartment. Gertie was with her too.

"I hope you don't mind I brought Gertie with me. She wanted to get a peak at Jamie too... if that's alright." Dr. Pfizer said.

Gertie gave a casual salute to Erica and smiled but didn't say anything. She was a woman of few words.

"Sure sure. You're both more than welcome to take a look. He's in the bedroom sleeping right now though... should we get this test out of the way first?" Erica had to clear her mind, ASAP.

"Certainly. That's why we came." Dr. Pfizer took a seat on the sofa next to Gertie and rifled through her bag and came out with a small white box containing the pregnancy test.

"It's no different that the kind you get at the store. You'll have to pee on this strip of litmus paper and that'll tell us what we want to know." She handed Erica the test strips and gestured toward the bathroom.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

Gertie threw one arm over the back of the sofa behind Kimberly Pfizer' head and gave Erica an encouraging thumbs up.

In less than a minute it seemed Erica was back with the moistened test strips.

"Here it is."

"Alright, now... in a few moments we'll know." Dr. Pfizer timed out the test on her wristwatch.

Erica paced back and forth nervously, biting her nails, awaiting the verdict.

Dr. Pfizer' face went pale. The test was positive.

"Erica, I don't believe it... according to this you ARE pregnant."

"WHAT!?!?!??!" Erica's jaw sunk to the floor. She felt a stabbing sickness in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh, God... I just KNEW it... shit... SHIT!!!"

"Calm down dear. Just sit down." Dr. Pfizer guided Erica to the couch and sat her next to Gertie who put her arm around her.

Erica angrily shrugged off Gertie's sympathy and kicked the coffee table away with a sudden snap of her leg. The testosterone in her system was roiling. She felt like punching something.

"FUCK!"

Dr. Pfizer backpedaled into the kitchen. "Let me get you a glass of water." Her and Gertie exchanged glances while Erica brooded and childishly kicked at the table with the heel of her shoe.

Soon Kimberly Pfizer returned with a glass of water and two aspirin.

"Here take these and drink this glass of water. Let's just all take a deep breath right now and try to stay calm. We can take care of this how ever you want, Erica."

Erica gulped down the water and aspirin and let out an obnoxious belch.

"You're right. I'm sorry for blowing my top." She said, staring down at the floor. "But I already know what I want... or, I guess I know what I DON'T want anyhow. And I don't want a baby, that's for damned sure." Erica sucked her teeth and shot quick glances at Dr. Pfizer and Gertie then rolled her eyes."

"Tsk. I can't believe this shit. God DAMN IT ALL anyway." She slammed both fists dramatically into the sofa cushions.

"That's fine. If that's what you want. Isn't that right Gertie?" Dr. Pfizer summoned her partner's support, to boost Erica's spirits.

Gertie spoke up.

"Well zere's a nuzz'ah way we kin take care of ziz problem of yours... a way uzzah zan zee abortion, if zat's what you're zuhJEStink." Gertie said in a thick accent.

Dr. Pfizer knew what was coming and put her arm around Erica, who had no idea how the next few minutes were to change her life forever.

"Whaddya mean? WHAT other way??" Erica asked.

"You vant to be... more manly, correct? You take zee Teztoztrogene? Every day??"

"Yes."

"Azz vhar azz I can tell vrum lookink at you, eet zeemz to be workink ...workink to your zatizVACKtion, eh?" Gertie raised one eyebrow and smiled, but maintained measured, professional tones.

Erica flexed her powerful arms and responded in her deepest voice, regaining her composure. "It's workin' great doc. Thanks to you."

The three women broke the tension with a little laugh.

"Yezz, yezz I zee. Vell zen, let me tell you about a brand new proZEEdjure I'm verking on." Gertie leaned forward like a quarterback in a huddle, sketching out the big can't-miss game plan. She started gesturing with her hands as she explained exactly what she had in mind.

"Now, over zee years I have performed many many zex change operations, azz you know. Vee call eet 'Gender Reazzignment Zurgery'. Man to voman, voman to man. All'vaze viz vanTAZtik rezults."

"I know. I know. You're the best." Erica replied.

"You got THAT right." Dr. Pfizer confirmed.

"But viz zee reazzignment of zee voman to man ... zere iz alvayze zee matter of zee proztetik peniz, right? Eez only for zee mozt determined patientz... for zee artificial peniz is only zo good. Medical scienz tries und tries, but no one has perfected zee proztetik peniz. Eetz juz too complicated."

"So what are you proposing, doctor? Some surgical procedure??" Erica asked.

"Just listen to this, Erica. I think it's a great idea." Dr. Pfizer gave Erica's strong shoulder a squeeze.

"Eet requirez zat ve have zee willing female AND zee willing male. Wiz zee proper candidates ve can transplant zee entire reproductive apparatus. You vill have zee real flesh and blood peniz and vunctioning tezteez �unt Jamie in derr will have zee, vell... ve remove your reproductive apparatus WHOLE and implant it in heem... and he vill have zee fully vunctional vagina viz all zee zenzation intact."

Erica looked at Dr. Pfizer in disbelief. Dr. Pfizer smiled back and shook Erica, "It's true. Of course it's never been done before... as far as we know anyhow. But Gertie's right about this. If you want it, we can do it and it will work. You'll be a fertile biological male, able to produce your own sperm with your own genetic material. No prosthesis."

"And Jamie, he vill be turned into zee biological female. In ziz caze he vill be pregnant wiz your child. You vill not have to abort zee baby nor vill you have to carry it to term."

Erica smiled broadly. It sounded like a painful procedure but she was intrigued, especially at the thought of unwitting Jamie as the pregnant mother.

"Will it be painful? The procedure I mean??" Erica inquired.

"Zee procedure is zomewhat complicated, but no more painful zan zee usual hyzterectomy. Eet vil require zat you ztay in zee bed for a short time until you recover and zee peniz is healed and vully vunctional. From zat point on zere vill be no pain. Zanks to zee Testostrogene, your increezed male ztamina vill exZELLerate zee recovery prozez. Zee female vill experience a longer convelezcence zo. Zee implantation of zee female reproductive zyztem involves more invazive zurgery you zee... zee Eztrogenex decreezez zee ztamina zo Jamie vill likely be recuperating for a longer period of time, as much as vore to zix weekz."

"But we don't know for certain about that. It could be slower, faster. There are many variables that come into play. It depends on the patient. Speaking of which, can we take a look at him before we discuss this any further?" Dr. Pfizer asked.

"Yez. Good idea." Gertie added.

"Sure thing!" Erica leapt up from the couch, visibly intrigued by the possibility.

The three women quietly opened the door to the bedroom and crept in. Erica stepped over to the other side of the bed and drew back the sheets, revealing Jamie lying there with his limbs spread out in all directions, his ripe breasts sloping gently to one side.

"My goodness, he's beautiful, Erica." Dr. Kimberly seemed proud of the effects her drug had had in its first trial use on a male subject.

"Have you meazured zee breasts?" Gertie asked, visibly impressed with Jamie's overnight transformation.

"Not since last night. They look a little bigger this afternoon than they were this morning. Last night he was a 40" C... give or take."

"Incredible. Look at his face. Look at the cheekbones. And the lips" Kimberly Pfizer found Jamie to be a lovely specimen with features as soft and as pretty as any woman's. There was no doubt in her mind that Jamie was the perfect candidate for this procedure. She took one of Jamie's hands and inspected his smooth hairless skin.

"The fingers are so delicate. And look; the Adam's apple is completely gone. Even the hips are womanly... these are child-bearing hips. How much Estrogenex did you say he took?"

"Two bottles. 12 ounces." Erica replied.

"Amazing." Dr. Pfizer was impressed with her own handiwork, but also she seemed perversely smitten with the beautiful freak laying spread eagle before her. At a loss for words she just stroked Jamie's dark shoulder length hair, admiring her patient.

Gertie discretely took Jamie's flaccid member in her hand and remarked, "Zee peniz iz razzuh'... zmall."

And it did look small, especially laying in the palm of Gertie's large hand.

"It was bigger last night. Over seven inches." Erica offered.

Gertie flipped the limp noodle back and forth between her thumb and index finger. Then she examined the balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Suddenly Jamie's cock twitched and began to expand, swelling dramatically from a shriveled three inches to a rock hard, seven inch long dong.

"Vehh'ddy interestink." Gertie calmly observed. She gripped the shaft and gave it a firm squeeze, causing the head to swell up like a small plum.

"My god, he's huge." Dr. Pfizer licked her lips and took a step closer. "May I??" She gingerly took Jamie's cock from Gertie and felt for herself as the blood pulsed through its thick veins. Jamie showed no signs of waking up. Instead he let out a soft sigh and shifted to one side, apparently lost in a pleasant dream.

"Do you want me to wake him?" Erica asked.

"No. Let him zleep it off. Hiz mind eez ztill prozezzing zee Estrogenex. Zee body vill be vine and vill continue to develop �but I zink I should like to monitor heez progrezz clozely during zee pre-op ztages. But virst Erica, I vant YOU should ztay wiz him. Ven he comes out of it he vill be very disoriented and convused and I zink you should be ze one to explain to him vots happenink. Zen, ven you sink you're ready I vant vor YOU to explain ze procedure virst beVORE bringink him to uz."

"I think that's smart. This is a highly unique situation... potentially volatile. We don't know how his mind will react when regains full consciousness. The circumstances call for a gradual transition... if that's even possible at this point. We need to gently ease him through the process and avoid any mental or physical trauma." Dr. Pfizer added.

"I think I can handle that." Erica was ready to go down that road, was prepared to do whatever it took. She liked being put in charge of Jamie. As she looked at him lying there sprawled naked on the bed, half man half woman, she felt more than capable of dealing with whatever reaction he might have.

"You know you can always reach me at home or at the club. If you have a question or an emergency arises, don't hesitate to call either one of us."

"Zats right. Let me give you my pager number too, in caze you vant to reach me. Ven you zink he'z ready, call me and ve'll come back and answer whatever questions you and he have at zat time. But from vot I can tell by lookink at him, he's a perfect candidate for ze prozedure."

Gertie paused and gave a last look at Jamie and shook her head in disbelief. "Phyzically-speaking?? ...he'z ready right now."

"Definitely." Dr. Pfizer added. Clearly the two doctors were both looking forward to the procedure.

As Gertie scanned Jamie up and down her gaze narrowed and she offered one last admonition. "But I should zay; zee longer ve vait... ze longer ze Estrogenex works on his body. And ze longer ze Estrogenex works on his body, ze more ze peniz vill continue to shrivel smaller unt smaller. Iv you vant to have ze zeven inch peniz, ve'll have to act zoon. In another week or two who knows, he may no longer be capable of ze erection und alzo, ze tezticles will ztart to shrink. Zo..."

"Don't worry Doc. I'll stay with him. Hopefully we can do this next week!" Erica smiled broadly as she took Jamie's cock in hand and admired it like a new handgun she'd just decided to buy. She pictured Jamie's purple-headed monster fastened to her body. The thought gave her a shiver. She laid the organ down on Jamie's stomach and gave it a gentle pat.

"I definitely want to do this as soon as possible. I don't want to go through this ordeal only to come out of it with a 3 inch pecker! Y'know??"

Gertie put her arm around Erica and guided her out of the bedroom. Dr. Pfizer stayed behind and dug into her purse, pulling out a clear vial and a large syringe.

"Erica, wait one minute. Just to be on the safe side... I'm gonna give Jamie this shot. I want you to give him one of these every day until we're ready to perform the operation." She tapped the syringe and checked for air bubbles.

"What is it?" Erica asked.

"It's a Testostrogene derivative. Or I should say, it's just the physical component of the drug. It won't effect his mind at all, nor will it effect the rest of his physiology. It's a localized application that will hopefully maintain the size of the penis and testicles for as long as you need. It might even increase the size, that is if you don't mind the idea of an even larger organ. No guarantees, but it won't hurt to try." Dr. Pfizer said matter-of-factly as she slipped the needle into the base of Jamie's still hard cock and pumped the contents of the syringe into the shaft of Jamie's penis.

"There. I'll leave you a week's supply here on the dresser. Use it sparingly and let me know if you think you need or want more. I'm going to leave a mild sedative here too. Should he get hysterical or violent... he could become a danger to himself. Or you may just want to leave the house for a few hours. If so you can give him one of these and be certain he'll not run off."

Dr. Pfizer didn't come right out and say it but the implication was obvious to all three of the women in the room. Jamie Hill was still a man. A man who had been drugged, transformed against his will. He still had no idea what had happened, let alone what Erica had planned for him now. But none of that seemed to bother anyone in the slightest. It was understood that one way or the other Jamie Hill WOULD be converted. And soon, Erica Lance would be reborn as Eric Lance!

"Thanks Kimberly." Erica said as she stowed away the drugs in her sock drawer.

"Gertie, let's get going and leave these two alone." Dr. Pfizer and Gertie headed for the door.

"Call us if you need anything."

"I will! And THANK YOU both so much... I'm so excited to do this thing." She rubbed her washboard tummy, thinking of the tiny life that was forming inside her.

Gertie turned and smiled a half smile, stopping to give Erica a firm handshake. "Thank YOU, dear. I am as excited as you are."

Dr. Pfizer pulled Gertie's arm to leave.

"Come now. Let's get going."

Erica Lance sat in the comfy chair next to her huge four poster bed, staring at the sleeping Jamie Hill as she idly massaged her clit. Jamie truly did look beautiful lying there stark naked. There was only a suggestion of baby fat where once his disgusting gut had been. Apparently all of his excess fat had either been burned off or had relocated to other parts of his body, primarily his hips and pleasingly plump ass. And of course his still-growing breasts. Erica was extremely turned on by the new woman in her midst, but she was even more excited by the sight of Jamie's man meat which was still stiff, but leaning to one side, losing compression. Now and then it would twitch slightly, as though it had a life and a mind of its own. Erica spoke to it under her breath.

"You're going to be mine. You're ALREADY mine. Alllll mine." Her pussy juices flowed as she plunged three fingers in and out of her sloppy hole, staring at the pulsating organ, picturing it stowed away in her own jeans, bulging noticeably as she walked down the street. As she masturbated she imagined she was masturbating her own prick. She pictured it throbbing, swelling larger and larger.

Meanwhile Jamie's erection continued to soften. His member shriveled to its previous miniscule state. Erica let out a quiet chuckle as it went completely limp, thinking of this man, about to lose his manhood altogether, about to find himself castrated, diminished, weakened, softened... ultimately pregnant, doomed to endure what no man had ever been forced to endure, childbirth. In the back of her twisted mind she prayed for a long painful delivery, for twins... or even triplets! She pictured his bloated teats, painfully swollen with milk, a child suckling day and night at his raw nipples. In her mind it served him right, just as it would serve ANY man right... to have to endure the pain and humiliation of being a woman, a mother. And while she pictured herself pinning Jamie to the mattress, effectively fucking him with his own dick, she would have to add 'bitch' and 'whore' to that list. It all figured into her deepest darkest fantasy, the ultimate fantasy; to completely dominate a man, to steal his manhood, to assume his role. These thoughts set her crotch and her mind on fire.

As Erica masturbated herself to a powerful climax she reached over and removed the Testostrogene serum from the sock drawer there. She took out one of the clear glass vials and shook it in front of her face. An evil smile played across her lips as she glanced over at Jamie's pathetic lifeless noodle.

Was she imagining it or did it looked even smaller than it did only an hour or ago?

"Better safe than sorry." She whispered aloud to herself as she extracted a dose of the Testostrogene from one of the vials.

She tapped the syringe like she'd seen Dr. Pfizer do then she proceeded to slip the needle into Jamie's shriveled little thing and dispensed the dose. She waited awhile, watching, looking to see what might happen. Nothing happened.

"Damn you!" She thought, worried that the massive Estrogenex overdose had somehow started to melt away 'her cock', reducing it to some sort of micro-penis. She thought of calling Dr. Pfizer for advice, but instead decided to handle things herself.

She impatiently prepared another dose, his third dose in just over an hour. This time she inserted the needle into Jamie's scrotum. The needle slipped in easily without disturbing Jamie in the slightest. She pressed the plunger down, sending a stream of Testostrogene into his sac. She hefted his balls and felt them slip around inside their loose skin pouch. These would soon be HER balls! She felt them, inspecting them really for the first time. She familiarized herself with their size and shape. In his sleep Jamie Hill unconsciously reached up and scratched his left tit. He smacked his lips and let out a sigh and continued snoozing. Erica Lance prepared a fourth dose, again shooting the entire amount into Jamie's sac. She cupped it in her hand. She could feel the liquid drug sloshing around inside. Jamie's balls were swimming in the stuff. Unable to restrain herself Jamie took out the fifth and last vial Dr. Pfizer had given her. The stuff was supposed to last her five days, but she'd already injected nearly the whole supply into Jamie's cock and balls. Of course it gave her a sadistic thrill to meddle like this, to make her own reckless tampering figure into the equation. The higher the stakes, the greater the thrill, right? Besides; in her mind, it was HER cock and balls she was marinating in Testostrogene.

She inserted the syringe into Jamie's sac and released the last of the drug. Now the skin of Jamie Hill's scrotum was pulled taut, like a water balloon filled to capacity with two hard-boiled eggs floating inside it.

"Let's see what THAT does for you." Erica spoke directly to Jamie's cock which she held in her hand like a sick baby bird. She felt like SHE was the doctor.

For all intents and purposes, she was.

For awhile, nothing at all happened. Jamie's cock and inflated ball sac just sat there unaffected. Erica continued to pet and stroke it softly, nursing it back to life. Nothing happened. Finally she did what she said she'd never do. She put Jamie's limp penis in her mouth and sucked on it. It felt exactly like a well-cooked noodle in her mouth. She cupped Jamie's swollen sac as she slurped and pulled on his soft member. Eventually Jamie's cock responded. Sucking it into her mouth and pressing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue Erica could feel the blood flow into it, gradually swelling it. Soon Jamie's cock was filling her mouth and she spat it back out. She tasted a feint bit of pre-cum that escaped onto her tongue and spat that out too, letting it drool down the shaft of Jamie's restored seven inch cock which she grabbed in her hand and began to pump. But she was astonished at what happened next. Jamie's cock surged. It began to swell before her eyes, expanding in her grasp, growing steadily longer, thicker, spreading her fingers until she couldn't encompass it with one hand. She held onto it with both hands as more and more blood surged into it. She could feel the blood as it gushed through obscenely thick veins. The sight of it and the feel of it was breath-taking, even a bit horrifying as the veins bulged and the purple head grew darker and angrier looking.

By now Jamie's cock felt longer and thicker than her strap-on, and it was ALIVE. She held it aloft with one hand, admiring how heavy it suddenly felt. She noticed a reddish ring around the circumference of it, about 3 inches up from the base. It was the faded bruise from the cock ring.

She felt oddly compelled to put her lips to the surging head. She tried to resist, but the urge overcame her. She eagerly tried to suck it into her mouth but found getting her lips wrapped around the smooth head was about all she could manage. She flicked her tongue at the gaping hole at its tip, sticking the her tongue into the slit, jamming it in as she clamped down on the base of Jamie's cock with two strong hands. A larger spurt of pre-cum poured forth onto her tongue. She spit it out immediately.

Whether it was psychological or whatever, the taste of semen made Erica nauseous.

Meanwhile, her pussy was gushing. She was so hot. Unable to restrain herself, she reached up and grabbed a handful of Jamie's soft tit and squeezed. Jamie let out a moan. Erica was ready to stuff this massive cock into her seething cunt. With one hand on his gigantic cock and the other squeezing his pliant breast, Erica dove for Jamie's budding nipple and sucked greedily into her mouth, sucking with full force. Jamie sighed, tossing his head back, eyes closed, still semi-conscious.

Erica did some quick reasoning; since she was already pregnant, she was free to slip it in unprotected. Jamie was bound to wake up sooner or later. Erica decided to hell with it and she threw a leg over her partner, straddling his body, positioning her sopping wet hole over the towering phallus which stood out a good 10 inches from Jamie's body. Slowly she eased herself onto it, first letting the bulbous head part her lips as it pushed its way inside. Erica let out a deep guttural moan as she brought her weight down, impaling herself on Jamie's meat. It was like nothing she'd ever felt and it was like nothing she would ever feel again.

As she started pumping her hips in longer strokes, Erica began to make more and more noise. Jamie's cock was filling her to capacity and her mind was reeling from the sensation. It was almost too much. She looked down at Jamie. He was beginning to stir awake. His hair was tousled and strewn across his pretty face, his pouty lips parted as he gasped for air. But the thing that had her attention was his boobs, which were bobbling in rhythm with every slam of her pelvis. With each impact of her pubic bone against the base of his shaft Erica would feel a small pain. It was Jamie's monster cock hitting bottom, banging against the walls of her vagina. It hurt like hell but it was exhilarating at the same time. She focused on Jamie's beautiful face, on his sloshing boobs that were capped off by puffy pink nipples. He looked all woman to her now, yet his cock was practically tearing her apart. The more it hurt, the harder Erica pounded away. She was only hurting herself, but the testosterone that saturated her own system channeled that hurt into a sort of anger that fuel her passion all the more.

"You bitch. Owwww! You whore... AAAAGH!!!" Erica rode Jamie's ram rod, mumbling hateful things to the soft helpless woman, while the man stayed hard and gave her the punishing fuck of her life.

Meanwhile, all this time Jamie's mind had been lost in a dream. Ever since rolling off of her earlier that day, after Erica had woke to find him on top of her fucking away, Jamie had been swimming in a primordial estrogen-soaked ooze of his emerging womanhood. By the time Erica had begun injecting his cock with the massive doses of Testostrogene Jamie's sense of self was almost completely realigned and his body was well on its way to following suit. Softening his penis to a flaccid 3 inch noodle was his body's attempt to shut off the internal production of testosterone and effectively shut down the physical male Jamie once and for all. But what Erica also did not yet realize was the extent to which Jamie's mind was being womanized. Because a major portion of his lazy degenerate mind had been dedicated to a constant absorption of net porn and all the hundreds of tit queens that had become his #1 preoccupation over the years, the new Jamie would forever be possessed by a profound motherly instinct. This instinct would manifest in the form of an insatiable thirst for semen. The mind and the body would both yearn, constantly, on a synaptic and cellular level for the male seed. And Jamie's former breast-obsession was chronic and excessive enough that it was further transmogrified into what would for the rest of the female Jamie's life be a virtual constant fixation with her own breasts, with their size, feeling and appearance. How that new Jamie would deal with the earth-shaking reality of waking up to find she was still half man had yet to be seen. But she... or rather, HE... was about to wake up.

"Oh, God... Owwww, oh, god.... Aagh, owww you fucking bitch. You fucking bitch." Erica was repeating over and over as her climax was building painfully.

"Oh I'm gonna cum you bitch. You fucking whore. I'm gonna cum all over your tits." She was hurting badly, aching for relief at this point, still gyrating her hips carefully, eyes closed, hissing through her teeth.

"Owww! Ohhh, god... oh god, just let me CUM already..."

Just then she felt a white hot stabbing pain. Jamie woke up and met Erica's gyrations with an sudden upthrust of his powerful child-bearing female hips.

"AAAGH! FUCK!!!" Erica rolled off of Jamie. His huge slab of meat plopped out of her raw pussy and slapped against his own soft thighs.

Erica crossed her legs and collapsed onto the bed. The pain was too much. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, but anger was burning in her gut again. Jamie came to, in a state of full arousal, unaware as of yet what just happened... or that he had a majestically huge cock and balls hanging between his legs for that matter! He looked over at Erica and his nurturing heart went out to her.

"What happened? What's wrong??" He asked in a soft feminine voice.

Erica looked up through a curtain of tears. Jamie was looking sweetly into her eyes, concerned, confused. He reached out to brush away her tears when Erica lashed out. The steady diet of male hormones were now raging out of control inside her and she was completely unprepared for the onslaught. She slapped Jamie across the face with a powerful backhand that sent the half-conscious girlie man flying off the bed onto the floor.

"YOU HURT ME!!" Erica shouted in a booming voice that frightened Jamie.

The female (in her mind anyhow) Jamie tried to stand, lifting herself up, grabbing onto one of the bedposts for support. Her legs felt so weakened, and something was dragging her down, some kind of strange weight. She looked down and saw the massive cock dangling between her legs and �naturally� she freaked out.

What was truly going through these two minds and bodies right now is anybody's guess.

Erica was clearly more man than woman. The only indication that she was not a man was a small trace of blood trickling from her pussy down her inner thigh. She was still in agony over that painful thrust of Jamie's hips that plunged his rod deeper than she was prepared to take it. She thought of the Alice Cooper song, 'Only Women Bleed' and through her tears she laughed at her former self. "Never again." She thought. She could feel her hormones rioting out of control, pushing her to do something she didn't want to do.

She held herself back.

Jamie was arguably more woman than man now, except for the very graphic and disturbing reminder that was hanging down almost to his knees. 'Her' thoughts were still quite cloudy anyhow, but the sight of this thing sent 'her' into hysterics. The female Jamie backed herself up against the wall trying to get away from herself, falling over the dresser and back onto the floor.

"Oh my GOD! What's going on?!!!!?!?"

Jamie began laughing hysterically as he reached down and tentatively took his limp though hefty cock in hand. It felt strange, creepy, like a huge dead snake. His skin crawled and he dropped it instantly and it fell back to the floor with a thud.

"Did YOU do this to me??!?!" Jamie demanded with fear in his eyes.

Erica looked over at him slumped in the corner against the wall, his face a twisted mask of confusion and panic. His breathing was labored and heavy, causing his chest to heave in rhythm. She noticed his nipples were rock hard for the first time... and his cock was stiffening again. Erica started laughing at Jamie. She might be able to hold herself back from physically hurting poor Jamie, but she was not going to deny herself the cruel satisfaction of laughing at him.

"Why are you laughing at me??" Jamie pleaded innocently.

Erica just laughed all the harder.

"Stop it! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!!" Jamie cried in a high-pitched voice, interrupted by heaving sobs.

But Erica kept laughing, even through her pain, doubled over on the bed, she kept laughing. Jamie reached down again and took the pulsating foreign object in hand. The woman in her mind ruled her sense of herself and the world around her... but what she couldn't have realized was how super-charged this fleshy apparatus was with a mega-dose of testosterone. The woman inside her was warming to the touch of the unfamiliar organ, indeed was finding it strangely compelling. Sobbing uncontrollably and with no cease in Erica's contemptuous laughter Jamie turned towards the wall and attempted to comfort and collect 'herself'. He cupped his left breast and squeezed it, the warm feel of his palm was comforting and pleasant. When he pinched his hardened nipple though, his cock jumped, startling him. Erica saw this and rolled onto her back in a fit of laughter.

Jamie took his cock in both hands and stared at it in awe. His mind could not do the math necessary to add any of this up. Perhaps he was still dreaming. He didn't know. As he stared down at the purple head of this 10 inch monster peering back up at him through his two perfect tits something deep in his balls exploded. Some distant far off urge took over his body and he stroked his dick as though for the first time. The intense feeling shot through is body, centering on his nipples which stood erect and hard. He reached up to touch his nipples and an equally intense feeling shot back down into his balls. He was a closed loop of intense auto-arousal. Suddenly he couldn't keep his hands off himself. He dropped onto the floor and felt for his balls. They were huge, about the size of large eggs. The overpowering feelings emanating from his organ seized control of him and finally he rose to his feet. He didn't know what he was or what was going on but the cock had spoken and the cock wanted relief.

Erica looked up at him, completely unaware of what could possibly be going through Jamie's mind. How would she ever broach the topic of the procedure? How would she explain that it was the Estrogenex that had changed him. Now that he had been reduced to a bawling hysterical woman, subject to all those raging female hormones and in crippling amounts, Erica was feeling anything but threatened. When Jamie climbed up on the bed, tits swaying, tears still flowing, holding that huge cock aloft, all Erica could think was, "Just wait to that cock is mine!" The thought made her chuckle again. She felt a little bit evil, and she LIKED it.

"Stop laughing at me." Jamie said calmly and with a sniffle.

Erica paused, then burst out laughing even louder, on purpose.

Jamie grabbed his cock and crawled closer toward Erica, holding it out in front of him like a weapon he was unaccustomed to firing.

"Stop it I said! Stop laughing at me!!"

Erica taunted him; wide-eyed and in his face she laughed loudly and maliciously. It was sufficient to send one last blast of testosterone coursing through Jamie's transformed body. His tits grew rock hard and his cock turned deep purple, its veins bulging luridly. His heart pounded forcefully, thundering through his mind and body. With a sudden burst of strength he threw Erica on her back. Still she laughed in his face.

"What are ya gonna do, WOMAN?!? Are ya gonna HIT ME??" Erica was not threatened in the least by Jamie. She practically let him climb on top of her. She just laid back and ogled Jamie's dangling tits and relished Jamie's anger and panic. It was turning her on again.

"You better shut up. You better stop laughing at me." Jamie threatened softly.

"Oh YEAH??" Erica countered as she let Jamie press her back toward the head of the bed, pushing her head into the pillows.

"Are you going to MAKE me shut up? Woman?" Erica was practically daring Jamie to try something.

"I might." Jamie replied softly. For the first time he smiled back at Erica. Sitting atop her, with her head jammed into the pillows, staring down at her with his breasts proudly displayed Jamie felt a surge of confidence. He reached up and rolled both nipples between thumb and forefinger. Again his cock lept for joy, giving him a slight start.

Suddenly Erica pushed Jamie back, throwing him off balance causing him to hit his head on the oak bed railing. The impact sent an dull pain to his head. His tits bobbled on his chest and his stiff cock jumped into the air and Erica just laughed, giving him a few playful kicks with her feet. She accidentally kicked Jamie in the balls and he finally saw red.

He lept back up onto his knees. With tits flopping and cock dangling he lunged at Erica.

"You BASTARD!" He shouted. The high unthreatening pitch of his voice combined with his flailing tits and cock sent Erica into another peel of uproarious laughter. And that name he called her, "Bastard"... somehow it tickled her. But Jamie was pushed to the breaking point. He slapped Erica with his palm. It made a slight sound but it hardly hurt. She laughed it off. In a final fit of rage he grabbed Erica's ankles and threw them over her head. Again she let him have his way, confident that she'd be able to throw him.

The five doses of Testrogene were boiling over. The shot to Jamie's balls set his loins on fire, the male hormone surged forward in a massive wave giving him the strength to pin Erica. With her legs pinned back to her shoulders Jamie awkwardly negotiated his raging cock into Erica's still aching hole and rammed the full length of it in with one swift stroke.

Erica let out a shriek of pain that was surely heard for blocks around. She tried to throw him off, tried to squirm out from under him, tried to kick him, but she was pinned to the mattress with Jamie on top of her pounding away like a person possessed. The intense sensations flooding through his frail feminized body, the heat that emanated from his roiling balls and engorged hypersensitive penis was more powerful and more pleasurable than anything any woman OR man had ever felt. The combination of the vulnerable, sensitive female body and mind with the concentrated tower of sensation that his enlarged cock radiated was enough to make Jamie Hill, man OR woman, feel unstoppable. Erica grunted and moaned and seethed, trying to withstand the agony that Jamie was subjecting her too.

She huffed at him, "Bitch! You bitch! I'll get you for this!!"

Jamie rammed away like a well-oiled machine, his piston pumping in and out of the spread-eagle Erica, surging ever deeper with each thrust. Something in Erica's hormonally-enhanced body came to her rescue, giving her the strength to withstand Jamie's onslaught. The longer he pumped her, the more the pain seemed to vanished. She felt numb and helpless and she looked up at Jamie's tits bobbing in her face. She wanted to turn away but she also wished she could reach up and suck them. Jamie saw this and smiled and redoubled his efforts, being sure to tease her with his tits while he rammed away.

Erica broke down and cried, repeating cryptically. "I hope you enjoy it... I hope you enjoy yourself..."

Jamie ignored her and just rammed harder, eager now to relieve the incredible pressure building deep in his balls.

"This is the last time... enjoy it... ENJOY IT..." Erica whimpered.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut.... Uuuuuuuhhhh..." Jamie was about to cum when he pulled out and aimed his slippery tool at Erica's face and shot his load. Erica squirmed beneath him but Jamie held her motionless as a blast of power surged through his cock, he looked down on her and sprayed her with cum, drenching her face and hair. When she cried out for him to stop he splattered her tongue with cum. His head was spinning, swimming in the intense pleasure. Jamie continued to pump cum onto her until finally the flow ceased and once again Jamie fainted, collapsing onto the bed.

Erica was exhausted, beaten. But not too exhausted to climb up out of bed and make a dive for the sedative that Dr. Pfizer had left her. She stood over Jamie, her heart still pounding, hurting, angry. Something deep inside her had been touched, had been abused. But as much as she wanted to hate Jamie, she realized he was not responsible for his actions. She reminded herself that she had overdosed him on both counts, that she was partly responsible for what had happened. She seized Jamie's cock and squeezed it in her fist. An extra stream of cum leaping onto the bed with a splat and Jamie came to.

"Wha??!?"

But before he could move or say anything Erica stabbed him in the butt with the syringe and put him out. She picked up the phone and called Gertie's pager. She and Jamie would be ready to undergo the procedure, TONIGHT.

"Nurse Jenkins I vant you to keep boze patients zedated vor zee next 24 hours. Vor patient Lance I'm ordering a round-zee-clock I.V. drip of Testostrogene 10-to-1 with saline and vor patient Hill I vant a round-zee-clock drip of Estrogenex, alzo 10-to-1. I vant morphine every hour, 2cc, boze patients. Patient Lance should alzo get a blood transfusion, B negative, 20ccs. He lost a lot of blood. I'll check in on zem tomorrow morning. Meanwhile Dr. Pfizer vil be on hand iv you need anyzing she can handle eet."

"Yes doctor."

Doctor Pfizer and Gertie stood in the recovery room at The Body Lab looking over Erica and Jamie. Both lay in bed, tubes snaking into their nostrils, unconscious, held secure by restraints on the wrists and legs. If it were successful the radical procedure, which would be referred to by the doctors and the clientele at The Body Shop as the 'Trading Places Procedure', would prove that the swapping of one set of reproductive organs for the other, was now within the realm of possibility.

The operations had dragged on for an exhausting 12 hours. But both patients were doing fine but Gertie and Kimberly Pfizer were both exhausted.

"Do you zink we did zee right zing?" Gertie asked her partner.

She seemed worried. They had performed the procedure without Jamie Hill's written consent. Indeed they had never even had an opportunity to talk to Jamie.

"Gertie, for the tenth time; Erica said that Jamie was shocked at the sight of his own penis, that he became hysterical at the sight of it. If what she was telling us is true, clearly the brain was unprepared to deal with the vestige of his own manhood. In his mind the transformation was already complete. Don't worry. We did the right thing."

"Yez, but maybe vee could have reverzed the prozezz, zlowly reztored his manhood." Gertie posited as she kicked the door open and stepped out into the hall for a smoke.

Dr. Pfizer followed close behind, "Impossible. You saw that woman lying there in that bed yesterday. That was a WOMAN, Gert. A two month dose of Estrogenex in a 12 hour period. No amount of Testostrogene would undo the effects of that much Estrogenex. I just hope that the sex change gives her peace. We still have no idea as to the psychological makeup. Erica I'm not concerned about. She's been prepared for this... for years. And these past weeks of controlled dosages of Testostrogene made her the perfect candidate. She'll come out of this without a scratch."

"Veel have to zee about ziz Jamie." Gertie lit an unfiltered cigarette and slumped down in a chair. It was the first time she'd been off her feet all day.

# # #

The next afternoon Erica was wide awake and joking with the nurse. Unable yet to move around, she was nonetheless alert and already anxious to see the results of the operation.

"Not yet Mr. Lance. We can't change the bandages for another 72 hours. And even then you're still going to be immobilized for awhile until the doctor says it's okay to move around." Nurse Jenkins smile and stuck a thermometer in Erica.... er, ERIC Lance's mouth.

"Whatever you say nurse." Eric Lance couldn't move a muscle with the restraints still on him, but he could smile, raise an eyebrow, pucker his lips. So flirting with the young nurse was his first order of business as a man.

("Mr. Lance" she had said. "Mister..." It was music to his ears!)

"So when the time comes will you be giving me my sponge baths?" he puckered up and closed his eyes.

Nurse Jenkins just patted his forehead as she read the thermometer. She gave him a cup of assorted capsules to take.

"We'll worry about that when the time comes. For now you just do as I say and take these. Right now you need REST."

"Whatever you say, babe. Just be sure to keep that blood flowing." He gestured with his eyes to the bag of B negative hanging next to the bed.

"I'm going to need plenty of blood." Eric pictured of his new cock rippling with veins, pulsing with life. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Nurse Jenkins stepped behind a curtain to check on Jamie Hill, who was sharing the room. Eric hadn't even thought to ask how she was doing. The nurse checked all of Jamie's I.V. drips, checked her pulse. Everything seemed fine. As she stood at the foot of the bed Jamie batted her foggy eyes and greeted the day. Even on the morphine she was in a lot of pain all through her mid-section. The doctors had opened her up to perform the delicate placement of Erica's elaborate reproductive system. She felt like she was on fire.

"Nurse, where am I?? What happened?"

Nurse Jenkins rushed over to her side and put a hand to Jamie's forehead.

"Shhhhhh.. you just relax. You're going to be fine."

Jamie tried to move and quickly discovered she was strapped down and immobilized.

"What is this? Who are you?"

"I'm Nurse Jenkins. You've just undergone a very difficult surgery but you're going to be okay. You just need time to recuperate."

"Surgery? Wha.... what kind of surgery??" Jamie asked in a weak feminine voice. Her eyes looked like those of a frightened child. She felt a dull pain that permeated her whole body from head to toe. The feeling radiated from between her legs and in her gut.

Nurse Jenkins had been warned that Jamie might be disoriented when she came out of the sedation. Neither Kimberly nor Gertie were on hand at the moment so the nurse improvised.

"Do you remember coming in here last night?"

"No. The last thing I remember was..." Jamie's mind recalled standing over Erica, pumping that... that COCK, spewing jism all over her. It seemed more like a dream, or a nightmare, but it was the last thing on her mind before blacking out. She was too ashamed to tell the nurse.

"I don't know. I guess I'm feeling a little confused. What day is it?" She couldn't remember what happened yesterday or the day before yesterday for that matter. Knowing what day it was wouldn't do her any good. Everything that had happened prior to the Estrogenex was now an unintelligible scramble in her mind. This was really the first day of the rest of HER life.

"Where's Erica??" Jamie asked.

"You mean ERIC. Eric Lance?" the nurse corrected Jamie.

"No... I mean..." Jamie pictured Erica's well muscled body and short hair. The mental image was that of a man. 'Eric. Of course.' She had some vague memory of telling Eric she loved him. The scene popped into her mind, and she concentrated, trying to recall the sweet memory.

"Please don't ever leave me. I love you so much. I don't know what's happening to me but I feel great. This is better than any drug."

They were her words alright. She could hear herself saying them.

"I love Eric." She thought to herself.

"Where is he? Where is Eric?"

"He's here. He's recuperating too. You just lay back and get some rest."

Jamie looked down at herself. Her breasts were wrapped in a hospital gown but they were standing up, pushing the fabric out in front of her. She took comfort at the sight of her full bosom. As the nurse gave Jamie another dose of morphine she felt her nipples tingle. The pain was pushed away as she drifted off to sleep.

# # #

"Knock knock! Can WE come in??"

Eric lifted his head up off his pillow. Dr. Pfizer threw the door open and Mattie and Kendra entered the room.

"We heard you were feeling good enough for visitors."

Eric's heart swelled. He was so happy to see his old friends.

"I feel fantastic!" He said proudly.

"Well let us get a look at you." Mattie said.

"Are you in pain?" Kendra asked.

"You look good." Mattie said.

"Yeah, you look great." Kendra chimed.

"Can you FEEL it yet??" Mattie wanted to know.

Eric laughed. "Thank you. That's mighty nice of you girls. In answer to your question, no, I can't feel it yet."

"He won't get the sensation back for another week. It's only been 48 hours since the surgery." Dr. Pfizer added with an air of professional detachment as she looked over his charts.

"But he's well on his way to a complete recovery."

"That's great." Kendra said as she stroked Eric's rough cheek.

"Looks like you're going to need a shave, mister." Mattie observed.

"If you'll excuse me I need to check in on our other patient." Dr. Kimberly excused herself and stepped behind the curtain.

Jamie Hill was sleeping soundly. Dr. Pfizer placed a stethoscope on her bare chest and listened to her heart beat. Jamie woke up with a start.

"It's okay it's just me."

"Who are you?" Jamie asked.

"I'm Doctor Pfizer."

"Is that my Jamie I hear over there?!?" Eric piped up from across the room.

Jamie's heart surged with love pangs. "Eric. He's here!" she thought.

"Eric? Is that you??"

Dr. Pfizer pulled back the curtain and let the two lovers get a look at each other for the first time.

"Oh, Eric! What happened to you?" Jamie asked, relieved but also worried to see her man laying strapped down to a hospital bed.

"What happened to ME?? What happened to YOU?!" Eric cleverly answered her question with a question.

"I still don't know. The last thing I remember was being in our bedroom... I think... my mind is a blur. Was I in a COMA?"

"No dear, you weren't in a coma." Dr. Pfizer interrupted.

"Oh... but..."

"How do you feel honey?" Eric asked. Kendra and Mattie sat quietly, observing their former girlfriend as he now comforted his transformed girlfriend. It was exciting to them too, particularly Kendra who kept shifting uncomfortably in her chair.

"I feel fine. Sore though. What was this surgery? Were we in an accident?"

Eric and Kendra and Mattie and Dr. Pfizer all exchanged glances, pausing for a beat. Maybe THIS would be a satisfactory explanation to put Jamie's confused mind at peace.

"That's right Jamie. You were in a terrible accident. You took quite a blow to the head."

That explained everything. Suddenly Jamie Hill was satisfied. It all made sense now.

"Do you... REMEMBER the accident? Do you remember the truck?"

"Truck?? No, I don't remember anything." Jamie wasn't alarmed that she didn't remember anything. She was just glad to be alive and with her man.

Dr. Pfizer scratched her chin for a moment then interrupted, "Jamie... you know... we rushed you in here... we were afraid you might, lose your baby." She gave a wink to Eric laying in his bed. Kendra and Mattie suppressed a chuckle.

"My baby??" Jamie's eyes lit up.

"Of course, don't you remember? You're two weeks pregnant dear." Dr. Pfizer smiled down benevolently. You really did take a blow to the head.

Jamie's chest heaved as she looked over sweetly at Eric. A tear rolled down her cheek and she bit her lip.

"I'm sorry. I forgot." She said softly and started to sob.

"That's okay Jamie. That's okay..." Eric said.

Kendra and Mattie wiped the smiles off their faces.

"Jamie don't worry. You're fine. The baby's going to be fine. It's normal to come out of this with a scrambled noggin. You're perfectly fine though." The doctor brushed back Jamie's tears and gave her some sedative to knock her out again.

"Here take these. You need your rest."

"We really should get going. We just wanted to come by and say hello." Kendra said to Eric, squeezing his hand.

"Okay, Kendra. I'm glad you and Mattie came by." Eric said.

Kendra... and Mattie. Yes. Jamie recognized them now. They seemed to know her better than she knew them. Must be the trauma.

"Goodbye dear." Mattie put her hand on Jamie's bed and said goodbye. But all she really wanted was a closer look at the new girl in town. Even in bandages and with sheets pulled up over her tits, Jamie was already a sight to behold.

"I hope you're feeling better soon."

Jamie stared at Mattie's well-supported triple D bosom and felt a strange warm feeling start to churn inside. Was it attraction?? ...jealousy?? A feeling of inadequacy?? She glanced down at herself, comparing Mattie's huge rack to the double D mounds resting atop her chest, like a teenage daughter comparing her developing breasts to her older well-endowed mother. She'd always wished her tits were bigger. She remembered that much about herself.

When Mattie turned away from her Jamie felt ashamed. The presence of that motherly figure was comforting. She wanted her to stay by her bedside. But Jamie was again fading. The sedative was working already.

She admired Mattie's profile as she drifted off. Just before she fell asleep she saw Kendra lean over and kiss Eric on the lips. It wasn't a peck either. It was a long lingering kiss. Jamie struggled to stay awake. She thought she saw Eric tweak Kendra's breast! That whore... but she was asleep before she could be sure what she'd seen.

###

Eric Lance stood staring at himself in the bathroom, his gaze fixed on the sizable though flaccid penis dangling between his legs. He put his hands on his hips and flexed his stomach muscles.

"God, look at me. I'm a man!" He clenched his butt muscles trying to get a rise out of his new cock. The doctor explained to him that this was a good way to condition the organ and the connective tissues. It still hurt slightly, mostly around the base where the muscles were attached to the bone. But it was hurting less all the time.

"Come on, urnt... rise! ...RISE I SAY!!" he repeated as he clenched his muscles. But his cock wouldn't respond. He reached down and held it in his palm. It had sensation. It felt fantastic. But until he was more fully recovered an erection was apparently out of the question. Meanwhile he and Dr. Pfizer had agreed that he'd keep taking the Testostrogene and would get a daily blood transfusion to keep his blood pressure up. It was mid-afternoon and Eric had just had a fresh transfusion and was feeling like a million bucks.

"Eric? Are you in here?" Dr. Pfizer entered the outer room, looking for her patient.

Eric kicked the door open so Kimberly Pfizer could see him standing in front of the mirror, cock hanging out. His hands were still on his hips. He felt like the superhero who couldn't get it up.

"Doc. This is great but when am I going to be able to make this thing stand up?"

"In time Eric. In time." She replied, peering at him over her reading glasses.

"I'm tired of waiting, doc. I feel great. I'm ready to go home. Couldn't we rush this along somehow?"

"I don't hardly see how Eric. You should just be patient." Dr. Pfizer said with a long face.

"What about the Testostrogene?"

"What about it? We've got you two tablets a day as it is."

"No, the INJECTIONS. Couldn't you inject me with a local?"

"Eric, the local will probably only make you larger. It won't necessarily speed up the recovery process."

"But it might."

"Do you WANT a larger cock? That's already an above average size organ you've got there."

"I don't know. Maybe... it's worth the risk though. I'm tired of waiting doc."

Eric being Eric, he DID want a larger longer prick. The bigger the better. The doctor cupped Eric's balls, examining them, on the lookout for anything irregular. She poked around the base of his cock and fingered the area between his anus and his scrotum. He felt aroused by her touch, but still no erection. She squeezed his balls slightly.

"Cough for me."

"What?"

"I said cough."

"Oh... Hough, cough... hack.. caafff."

"That'll do." Kimberly Pfizer stood back and considered Eric's request. She knew that the Testostrogene injection would do no harm. Why not give it a try.

"Wait right here." She stepped into the other room and retrieved a familiar clear vial and a syringe from the metal supply cabinet by the window. She snapped the padlock shut and returned to the bathroom where Eric was still admiring himself. Dr. Pfizer tapped the syringe and smiled at Eric.

"You're sure you want this?"

"Give it to me doc." Eric said as he lifted one leg up onto the toilet seat, giving Kimberly Pfizer access to his genitals. The doctor leaned in and lifted Eric's limp 7 inches out of the way and positioned the needle at the base of his cock and discharged the drug.

"I feel better already doc." Eric quipped. As always the act of partaking of the drug was a turn on in itself. But still no erection. He stared at Dr. Pfizer dressed in her sexy uniform which consisted of slacks and a nicely fitted white blouse that tastefully accented her modest B cup breasts. He felt a heat in his loins. The drug was beginning to permeate the tissues of his penis, radiating down toward his balls. He held his cock in hand and tried to coax an erection while Dr. Pfizer tidied up the bathroom.

"Women's work." He fiendishly thought to himself. He'd adopt the male attitude wherever he could as he relished... WALLOWED... in his new manhood. But for now he still couldn't even get it up. When Dr. Pfizer bent over to pick up some wet towels wadded up on the bathroom floor Eric's instinct seized him and he reached out and grabbed her ass with one hand. Dr. Pfizer jumped up, turned on her heel and smacked Eric Lance across his face.

Patient or no patient, Kimberly Pfizer was not one to suffer a groping pervert.

Eric felt the sting of Dr. Pfizer' hand on his cheek. It felt kinda good.

"Owww! What'd you do that for?"

Dr. Pfizer stared at Eric contemptuously while he smiled back at her, rubbing his cheek, pretending to be in pain. His other hand held his cock, which was still limp.

"Let's hope that stuff works doc." He said as he suggestively hefted his soft member in his hand for her benefit. His face cranked up a cocky half smile for the doctor.

She ignored the comment and gathered her things to leave.

"Don't worry. I think it's working already." He squeezed his cock, hoping to get some blood flowing. Still nothing. Dr. Pfizer glanced down one last time at Erica's penis, removed her glasses and scoffed. "If you say so."

When she returned to leave the room Eric grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"Don't turn your back on me! I'm trying to be nice about this."

Dr. Pfizer gasped, but kept her composure. Eric was hurting her arm but she didn't say anything. Instead she just jerked it free.

"So am I." She said, coldly narrowing her eyes. "So am I."

"Oh, well. Excuse ME, doctor."

"How about this MISTER Lance... why don't you just get your things together and let's send you home today?"

"I thought you said I wasn't READY to leave?"

"Ready or not, I think I'm done caring for you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eric pried.

Kimberly Pfizer paused, not wanting to say something she would live to regret.

"It means just this ERIC: I've known you for some time and I always liked you. And I really wanted to help you get what you wanted. I truly did. But I already miss Erica quite frankly. She would never have done what you just did. The Erica I knew was too considerate to attempt anything so lewd."

Eric clenched his fists and let Kimberly's words soak in. How could he have angered her so easily. He searched for the right thing to say.

"I didn't mean anything by it. You're a great piece of ass."

Dr. Pfizer slapped him again with a backhand, harder this time. She hauled back to give him another slap with her forehand but Eric stopped her.

"What do you think you're doing? I said I was sorry."

"You said I'm a great piece of ass, you shit head. Get out of here. As soon as you can get dressed I want you off the premises."

Eric felt his pulse quicken. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his temples throbbed. The repeated blood transfusions of the past couple of days now sent his blood pressure skyrocketing. His face was flushed red.

"What if I'm not ready to leave?" He smiled back at her as he manipulated his cock suggestively.

"Besides my cock still doesn't work right."

"I don't care if you never get it up, little man. Just get the fuck out of my sight. We never should have done this. When I think of that poor man laying out there in that bed, his life and his manhood completely ripped away from him, transplanted onto the likes of you..." Dr. Pfizer felt like Dr. Frankenstein. And Eric Lange was her monster.

"If you could only hear yourself, bitch. I mean DOCTOR. Assuming you ARE a real doctor. Listen to what you're saying."

"Who are you calling bitch? You SON of a bitch!" Dr. Pfizer backed herself up and reached for the door handle to leave the room. But Eric jumped forward and slammed the door shut.

"Where you going?" He pressed up against her, pinning her back against the closed door.

"Let me go Erica."

"What'd you call me?"

"ERICA. That's your name! Erica Lance: grade A ball-busting lesbo bitch."

"Take it back Kim-ber-ly. Take it back."

"Fuck you. ERICA."

Eric reached out and grabbed Dr. Pfizer's tits roughly through her blouse. She winced in pain.

"Let go of me."

Eric leaned in and kissed her on the neck, brushing her hair back, whispering in her ear.

"I always wanted to do you doc. For a long time I've wanted you. You act so professional and reserved all the time... all these months all I wanted was to tear your stupid clothes off and fuck you in the ass."

Erica grabbed the good doctor with both hands and backed her up against the sink and kissed her flush on the mouth. Dr. Pfizer struggled to break free.

"Stop this. Stop it. You wanna be a man?? What if I were to kick you in the balls? Huh? Then you'd feel like a man wouldn't you."

Eric put one large hand on Dr. Pfizer' throat and threatened her as he undid her blouse one button at a time.

"Don't even fucking think about it. You so much as TRY it and I'll break your scrawny doctor neck. Now HOLD STILL."

He ripped her shirt open the rest of the way, sending a shower of expensive pearl buttons clattering across the tile floor. He feasted his eyes on her creamy quivering tits that were held aloft in a black push up bra.

"Not bad. Could be bigger, but not bad."

Then he undid her pants and yanked them down around her ankles along with her panties and garters. Dr. Pfizer gasped. She was afraid now for the first time. She had no idea what Eric might be capable of, but she was glad to see that the cock was still limp.

Eric took his cock in hand and stroked it, trying to coax blood into it. Trying to get that first erection. But still it wouldn't come.

"Goddamn it! You do some pretty lousy work bitch. This thing still won't work."

He stormed out of the room, locking the door shut from the outside. Jamie was heavily sedated, sleeping in the bed across the room. Eric found the metal cabinet containing the Testostrogene and yanked on the door. It was locked with a tiny little padlock. He pried at the corner of the door, bending it down with his bare hands. In no time he was able to reach in and pull out a handful of the clear vials and a small box of syringes. He unlocked the bathroom door and rejoined Dr. Pfizer who was still sitting on the sink, now sobbing quietly.

"One for the road doc??" Eric said with a laugh as he locked the door behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm jumpstarting this thing, bitch. You just watch me."

He took out one bottle, broke the seal and plunged the needle in, filling the syringe chamber with the clear miracle drug.

"No Eric. You can't." Dr. Pfizer pleaded.

"Don't tell me what I can't do. I've seen this stuff work. I know what I'm doing." He said as he injected the needle into the base of his penis. He pushed the plunger down and felt an instant warmth permeate his flaccid cock.

"Stop now. That's enough Eric. Leave it alone."

"I'm only getting started. You just watch. Watch and LEARN."

He removed the seal on a second bottle and repeated the process. Again the warmth spread through his extremely sensitive member. He massaged the stuff in, hoping to feel something start to happen.

"Looks like I need a little more." He took out a third bottle, flipped it in the air and caught it in his hand. He filled another syringe.

"Watch this!" He inserted the needle into this scrotum and injected a blast of the Testostrogene directly into one of his balls. He smiled at Dr. Pfizer, concealing the sharp pain the needle caused him. Dr. Pfizer just looked on in horror. This was too much.

"Annnnd we can't forget the other ball, can we?" He injected his other testicle with the stuff. Then he picked up another vial, an amber vial. The label was hand-written and read 'Estrogenex 2, Indications: breast enhancement, nipple sensitivity, increased clitoral sensitivity. Administer by injection to the affected area. Side effects: increased libido.'"

"I wonder what the dose is on THIS stuff?" Eric asked as he shook the bottle next to his face.

"Please don't Eric. Don't do this."

Eric ignored the doctor as he filled another syringe with the cloudy white serum from the amber vial.

Dr. Pfizer used an authoritative tone on Eric, "Please. Be reasonable. You have NO idea what you're doing. PUT the needle down."

"You want to tell me the proper dosage or shall I just guess?"

"No! Give me the needle Eric. Please."

Eric gave the needle a little pressure and the drug squirted into the air onto the back of Dr. Pfizer' hand. She wiped the stuff on a towel, careful to get it off completely.

"Please Eric don't. That drug hasn't been tested. I don't KNOW the dosage."

"Never tested. Huh. Well then, let's find out the dosage, whaddya say?" He came at Dr. Pfizer holding the needle. He put his hand to her throat and squeezed, cutting off her breath.

"You hold still and take this smart girl. You invent this stuff so we can all tinker with our bodies but you NEVER try any of it on yourself. Why IS that??? Afraid to try your own drug, doctor?" He pulled back Dr. Pfizer blouse and sank the needle into her left tit through the brassiere. Dr. Pfizer let out a gasp. Eric depressed the plunger, emptying half the syringe, then he removed the needle and sank it into the other breast and discharged the remainder of the drug.

Kimberly Pfizer recoiled from Eric when he released his grip on her throat. Her hands shot up to her breasts as she felt a warm sensation.

"You lousy mother fucker. You bastard." She tried to vent her anger but she was distracted now by a pleasant sensation that announced itself in her chest, focusing on her nipples which were standing erect, poking up out of her push up bra.

"Oh god." She fought back the pleasurable sensation, not wanting to give Eric the satisfaction.

"Damn you. Damn you to hell you bastard." She said as he bit her lip, cupping her tits which were radiating a pleasurable heat throughout her body.

"You fuck. I'll kill you for this. Ooooh... unff..." She turned her attention on herself, bowing her head with eyes closed as she gently massaged her breasts. Unconsciously she parted her legs on the bathroom sink, letting the cool air blow across her moist pussy lips.

Eric opened another vial of the test drug and quietly filled another syringe. The doctor was lost in the delicious feeling that was now overpowering her senses and didn't notice another dose headed her way. He pinned Dr. Pfizer back with his forearm and maneuvered the syringe toward her exposed pussy. He expected her to put up a fight but by now the doctor was euphoric, unaware of her surroundings. Eric carefully inserted the tip of the needle at the hood covering Dr. Pfizer' clit and slowly released the vial of serum into her body. He stepped away and surveyed his work. Dr. Pfizer was writhing now.

"You son of a bitch. Oooooohh.... I'll get you for this you bastard... mmmm"

"Sure you will. Sure you will." Eric mumbled childishly as he resumed stroking his cock.

Suddenly Dr. Pfizer let out a loud moan signaling a surge of heat that exploded inside her. Eric watched transfixed as her breasts began to swell before his eyes. In seconds her slightly saggy B cups titties inflated, in no time they had swollen into a full C cup, bulging out over the cups of the confining black push up bra. Dr. Pfizer hissed as she reached up and slipped the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, relieving the discomfort.

Finally, for the first time in his life, Eric felt blood surge into his penis. Eagerly he stroked it, his eyes darting back and forth from himself to Dr. Pfizer' inflating chest. Her tits were too large to be held by the B cup bra. When they surged suddenly, swelling past the D cup range, Kimberly Pfizer cried out, shaking off her bra, letting it drop to the floor.

"Oh GOD.... It feels so good. Unnnffff... yesssssss" She took her D cup boobs in her hands and pressed them together. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was lost in pleasure. Eric's cock stiffened even more at the sight of this. He continued to pump, giving his swollen balls a slight squeeze. They'd swollen to the size of tennis balls from the injections he'd given himself. Kimberly Pfizer pinched her erect nipples and laughed.

"Ohhh ahhh hahahah.... Ahhhh, yessss... Oh, Christ..."

The pinching seemed to set off another stage of growth and again her breasts surged forward, swelling to double DDs, to triple DDDs, growing larger until she couldn't hold one in her dainty hand. She opened her eyes and caught Eric's gaze. She noticed his cock standing at full attention now. It was easily 12 inches long and covered in pulsating thick veins... and his balls were gigantic.

"Feel better doc?" Eric asked with a devilish grin.

"Feel fanta-aaaastic.... Ohhhh, god. Thhh-THANK YOU..." Dr. Pfizer felt a torrent of moisture come on between her legs. Her hand shot down to her crotch and commenced to masturbate her sopping we cunt while the other hand struggled to cup one of her over-sized teats.

"Look what you've duh-uuuuuhhnnnn to me... oh, god... Thank you, Eric. THANK you." The doctor's pussy was inflamed and pinkish red, the lips had puffed up considerably. She continued to stuff two and three fingers into her twat, eventually working her entire hand inside.

"You did it to yourself, smart girl." Erica quipped.

"Omigod. Omigod..."

She couldn't believe her luck. Why had she been so reluctant all these years to improve herself? She reached out and took Eric's tool in her hand, motioning him toward her opening. He was only too happy to oblige and slipped it in. The warm wet feeling of Kimberly's huge cunt enveloped Eric's equally huge cock. It was heaven. The doctor put her arms around Eric's waist and pulled him to her, licking her lips.

"You feel so fucking great. My god I never dreamed anything could feel like this. Oh shit... fuck me... fuck me Eric." She pulled him to her, squashing her big boobs up against his chest.

Eric nearly shot his load after only a minute of so. He was on the verge of his first premature ejaculation. Dr. Pfizer commenced pumping her hips, pulling Eric Lance deeper inside. She was aching for every inch of his foot long cock. Little did she know that this would send Eric over the edge.

"More. I want more of you inside me. Yes. Give it to me."

Just as he felt himself about to shoot his wad Eric pulled out of Kimberly and grabbed his cock in his two hands and stroked it, pumping it himself. He wanted to feel the cum erupt from his body.

"No no, no no no... please. Put it back in. I want you to cum inside me. Pleeeeeeeeeze."

Eric took one step back. At last he felt it a wave swell inside him. A tsunami. He shuddered with his first ever male orgasm as it welled up from deep with in his swollen balls. He aimed his cock directly at Dr. Pfizer' tits.

She saw this and obediently pushed them together for him, making a nice big fat target for him to spray.

"Cum on my tits. Yes..." She forcefully kneaded them like bread dough, shoving them together for Eric's pleasure. Then Eric shot his first stream of jiz into the air. The first one sailed right over Dr. Pfizer' head. The thick white uninterrupted rope of sperm hit the mirror behind her. The second hit her right in the eye, trailing down her cheek and onto her lips. She hungrily licked her lips as a third stream splattered across her jugs, seeping down into her cleavage. A forth and a fight arc of sperm erupted and flew through the air. Then a six... a seventh... There seemed to be no end to Eric's load as he kept pumping away with gusto, satisfied to the core with his fully functional cock and gigantic balls. He looked away from Dr. Pfizer and just stared at it, still pumping, still leaking cum down over the back of his hands. He felt so powerful.

"This is fantastic." He muttered. As a woman he'd never dreamed how different a male orgasm would feel, how intense and concentrated. The feeling of cum spurting from his body, hurling through the air, gave him an intense thrill.

"Let meee."

Dr. Pfizer climbed down from the sink and dropped to her knees, taking Eric's club in her hand and stroking it, worshipping it. She'd been a reserved, one-woman lesbian all her adult life but suddenly the thought of having sex a woman seemed pointless to her. She craved more of Eric's meat. She put her lips to its tip and lowered her head down onto it, unable to fit it into her mouth.

Eric relished the sight of the dignified dyke doctor down on her knees, slurping on his tool like a roadhouse whore. He felt like more than a man; he felt like the ultimate man. But the more she slurped now, the softer he got. Suddenly he felt... tired. His cock softened in her hands. He thought he felt like leaving, going home.

"Let's go again. Come on." Dr. Pfizer said excitedly, pushing and pulling on Eric's slackened member. She was fighting a losing battle at this point but she was determined for Eric to cum inside her. She wanted to be filled with his sperm.

Eric's dick was small enough now for her to suck it in her mouth. It filled her mouth completely as she sucked in as much as she could before gagging. She kissed the length of his shaft tenderly and caressed his balls. He was looking bored now, merely entertained by her desperate attempt to turn him on.

"Come on. You can get it up again." She was practically begging Eric's cock, hoping it would respond. As she massaged his organ with both hands she pushed her tits together with her arms for Eric to see. She was getting hotter and hotter, playing the whore, on her knees, possessed by the urge to be stuffed with Eric's cock. It all sent her spiraling out of control. She could feel the moisture streaming down the inside of her thighs. She needed Eric's cock in her. But nothing was working and Eric was reaching for his pants.

"Wait. I know what." She reached for the last remaining vial of Testostrogene and shook it in the air like a candy rattle. But Eric was headed for the door. He was happy to leave her wanting more. Dr. Pfizer grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled him back.

"Let me inject you again. We'll make you even bigger."

Eric snatched the vial from her and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

"Maybe some other time doc."

He exited the small room and the door shut behind him. When he heard the lock catch, Dr. Pfizer started to sob. He listened through the door to her cries while he put his shirt and shoes on and got ready to leave. Soon though Kimberly Pfizer stop her crying and resumed masturbating herself through a long series of shattering climaxes that would keep her busy into the evening.

Eric Lange took a hard look at Jamie Hill lying in her bed. After almost a week she seemed to be doing much better. He made up his mind. Ready or not she was coming with him. It was time to go home. He reached into the broken medicine cabinet and cleaned it out, stuffing an array of glass bottles and a box of syringes into his suitcase.

"Jamie. Wake up Jamie. It's time to go." He shook her bed until she stirred awake.

"Eric. Hi honey."

"Come on, we're going home. The doctor says it's time."

"What? Am I recovered??" Jamie asked stupidly as she drew her knees up to her chest and stretched her arms in a gentle yawn.

"Yes you're recovered. Now come on let's get you dressed. Hurry."

Jamie stepped out of bed and slipped into a pair of panties that Eric handed her. She slipped off her hospital gown, covering herself with her hands.

"Where's my brassiere?"

Eric rifled through his suitcase and came out with the old 38 C.

"Here put this on."

Jamie recognized the satin bra as her own. She slipped her arms into it but the cups weren't large enough to contain her swollen tits.

"It doesn't fit. My boobs are too big. Are you sure this is my bra?"

Eric fished out a larger bra, one of Mattie's old D cuppers. It didn't fit either.

"Eric honey, why are my boobs so big?" She smiled from ear to ear. The thought of her boobs being too large for a D cup suited her just fine.

Eric pulled out the only other bra he brought, it was one of Mattie's double D models. Jamie wrapped it around her and fastened the row of 4 hooks, snaked it around and stuffed her boobs into the cups. She got it on but her tits swelled out over the cups and around the straps. The underwire lifted away from her ribs, held out by her burgeoning bust.

"I guess this will have to do." She modestly smoothed her hands down over her immodest chest, sliding a finger down beneath the painful shoulder straps.

"I'm gonna have to buy all new bras." She said with a giggle.

Eric pulled out a nice surprise he'd been saving up for her, a yellow off-the-shoulder sun dress that Mattie had grown out of months ago.

"Oh Eric, honey. Is that for me??"

"Of course. Here, try it on... but hurry. We gotta get going."

He was growing impatient, not wanting to still be standing there when Dr. Pfizer began yelling to be let out of the bathroom. He held the dress open for Jamie to step into. She pulled the dress up and just managed to get it over her boobs. It was a tight fit. Eric stood behind and hastily zipped her up the back, with some difficulty when it came to getting past her bust.

"There. You're zipped in. Let's go."

Jamie looked down, admiring herself as if for the first time. She felt beautiful.

"Do you LIKE it??" She asked Eric as she spun around and sashayed for him.

She did look beautiful. Sexy, without a doubt. Eric was taken temporarily aback.

"You look incredible. Stunning. I... I don't believe it." He didn't believe his eyes, but that was the wrong thing to say.

"What do you MEAN you don't believe it?!?" Jamie asked.

"I mean, I don't believe it fits. I didn't know what size you were."

This warmed Jamie heart. She pulled the dress down over her shoulders and wiggled her jugs for Eric, pretending to adjust the dress for comfort's sake. She turned toward the mirror and looked back at her behind. Her ass was perfect. Round and firm with flaring hips to match. She gave herself a soft spank and turned to face Eric.

"You did good, hon... You did good..." She winked at him and gave him a sly little smile.

Did she mean the dress?

The procedure??

Jamie Hill threw her arms around Eric Lance's strong neck and kissed him, plunging her tongue fully into his mouth. The feeling of her boobs squashing up against him made Eric's cock stir in his pants. He loved the feeling. Jamie felt something stiffen in Eric's pants and rubbed herself against him. She caressed his face with a look of deep love and passion in her eyes.

"Take me home."

Jamie Hill sat in the passenger seat of Eric Lance's black pickup truck, the cool late-afternoon breeze blowing through her hair. She felt happy to be going home, even though she could scarcely remember what home looked like. Eric started up the engine and wheeled out of the parking lot of The Body Lab with a loud screech of his tires. Jamie read the sign on the front of the building.

"The Body Lab? I've heard of that place... wait, isn't that where you work?" Jamie asked, trying to get her frazzled brain to function.

"We'll see, bubbie. We'll see." Eric replied, then he cranked up the stereo, derailing the conversation.

With each bump in the road Jamie's breasts jostled inside the ill-fitting brassiere and with each bounce of her bosom she felt a sort of peace, a comfort. She looked over at Eric behind the wheel, in command, his well-toned arm hanging out the window catching the sun. She scooted across the bench seat and sidled up next to her man, giving him a loving peck on the cheek.

Jamie thought of the baby she was supposedly carrying. She only wished she could remember ever having had sex with the father of her child.

"I love you." She said softly as she ran her hand down the length of Eric's inner thigh.

Eric glanced down at Jamie. She was looking up at him with a look of anticipation in her eyes. Eric just smiled and kissed her on top of the head and hugged her close. Jamie would have preferred to hear "I love you too" but she was content to just rest her head on his shoulder. She felt so safe in his strong arms.

"Honey I think we should make a pit stop before going home. Waddya say we stop by the mall? I think you need some new clothes." Eric said.

He may not have a job waiting for him come Monday morning, but he had a modest nest egg stashed away. And he really wanted for Jamie to get some sexy new clothes that fit her properly.

"Oh yeah! Let's go to Valley Mall!! I love that place!" Jamie did remember the mall of all things. She pulled her knees up onto the seat stood up to hug Eric. She clutched Eric's head to her bosom and squeezed. He almost ran the truck off the road.

"Alright, Valley Mall it is! But let go, bubbie. You're gonna get us both killed." Eric said with a chuckle as he adjusted his stiff cock which was uncomfortably wedged in his pants. The only thing he could do to relieve the jam was to snake it down one pant leg. Jamie noticed Eric's discomfort and bit her lip. By the time the black pickup pulled into the parking lot at the mall the sun was going down and Jamie had Eric's cock out stroking it with one hand.

It felt huge but somehow �familiar� in her hand.

Eric found a parking space in a far corner of the lot, pulled in and killed the motor. Jamie didn't even pause to look around or roll up her window. She immediately started sucking him off, running her lips up and down the shaft of Eric's dick and stroking it with her dainty hands. The effects of the Testostrogene injections had subsided slightly from earlier. Eric's former 12" monster was now peaking out at a still respectable 10". Although it was about as thick as her own wrist, Jamie seemed to have no trouble fitting it part way into her mouth. When Eric tilted the steering wheel up she intensified her efforts, slurping and sucking loudly on Eric's dong with gusto. Eric petted Jamie's silky auburn hair, feeling her head bob up and down on his rock hard prick. It felt fantastic. Better than he ever could have dreamed. Eric's mind fixated on the fact that Jamie Hill was actually sucking her (his) own cock... or FORMER cock that is. Now it was new and improved and, most importantly, no longer his. That body part was the only thing left of the old Jamie Hill and now it was attached to someone else. Jamie Hill 'the man' had got a good 30+ years of enjoyment out of his little 5" dick; the last few years of it wasted beating off to pornography in front of a computer monitor. 'She' had deserved the dick more than he did, Eric reasoned. He could spend the next 30 years sucking his own dick as far as Eric was concerned.

Jamie Hill's past life was best forgotten, but still, Eric remembered, would always remember. He thought back to those lost afternoons spent with Jamie in front of his computer monitor pouring over all the tit-queens who he adored so much. She never discouraged him. She enjoyed letting a man put his foot in it. Of course it gave her occasion to ogle those unfortunate girls too. But she always resented the old Jamie's taste for porn, how he objectified women while at the same time trying to rationalize or intellectualize his behavior away. And that he had mooched off his hard-working wife! Erica had found Jamie Hill to be nothing more than your typical lazy, breast-obsessed male pig. This was the number one key factor why Erica came to decide that Jamie should lose his manhood.

Now he HAD the tits he always dreamed about �AND he apparently adored sucking cock now too!

Eric couldn't contain a chuckle. This, finally, was ERICA'S dream come true.

"What? What are you laughing at?? Am I doing it wrong?" Jamie paused.

Eric smiled back at his old neighbor, now a beautiful slow-witted woman with a knockout set of cans who was worried she wasn't giving good enough head in the front seat of a pickup truck.

"Nothing. I was just thinking of some old friends is all." Eric said as put the smooth plum of his cock head to Jamie's parted lips. She innocently raised her eyebrows, looked him in the eye and received her own cock back into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around Eric's cock and sucked the length of it in until it tickled the back of her throat.

"That's right. Don't worry yourself with what I was thinking. Just keep sucking. Thank you Dr. Pfizer. Thank you Estrogenex." Eric thought to himself.

He reached down and kneaded one of Jamie's tits with his hand. Jamie instantly raised up, licked her lips and pulled the top of her dress down around her waist. It was still daylight out but she didn't give it a second thought.

"Do you like my tits?" She asked with a broad smile as she reached behind and undid her brassiere.

"I love your tits, babe. But be careful, someone might see you."

Jamie blushed but she continued disrobing for Eric.

"You like them even now? ...now that they're... bigger?" Jamie felt wet just talking about it. One thing she did seem to remember was that she'd started out a 38" C. She was currently spilling out of a 38" DD. Probably due to the pregnancy. Or so she thought.

"The bigger the better." Eric replied.

And he meant it.

Jamie unhooked her bra and let it slide off, allowing her tits to hang free. She instinctively leaned forward and with a little effort managed to maneuver Eric's slippery cock between her two soft globes. She mashed them together, enveloping him with her abundant tit flesh. Eric groaned with pleasure and leaned back into the car seat, pumping his hips while his girlfriend gave him his first tit-fucking.

Suddenly a blue van quietly pulled in next to the passenger side of Eric's truck. Jamie paid no attention to it and Eric had his eyes closed, his mind now engulfed in the wondrous sensation of pumping his cock between Jamie's fleshy pillows.

Before they realized it or could cover themselves, Eric and Jamie were being watched from both sides.

"Dude. Check out the tits on thiss'n." A young man's voice blared through the open passenger window.

Jamie let out a high-pitched yelp.

"Oh my God! Eric!!!!"

Jamie fumbled with her dress, trying to cover herself. Eric straightened himself and quickly pulled up his pants.

"Hey tits, will you do me next?" The dumb teenager said with an obnoxious snorting laugh.

"Back off, ASSHOLE." Eric reached for the ignition but... the key was missing!

He jerked his head around and saw another taller punk standing there dangling his keys in front of him.

"Looking for these, bitch?"

Eric tensed up and reached for the door handle.

"No, Eric! Don't!" Jamie looked around and counted three shadowy figures. It was now dark outside and she couldn't see their faces.

Eric opened the door and stepped outside the truck. Jamie drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them in fright.

"Give me the keys, you fuck." Eric demanded.

"Yo, Jesse! The man wants his keys!" The tall stranger shouted to a third person, the driver of the van who was standing behind the truck polishing off a can of beer. He crushed the can and threw it across the parking lot. He approached his friend.

"Well... I guess ya better give him his keys."

Now Eric was faced with two young white trash punks, apparently drunk on cheap beer.

"Are you two looking for a fight?" He cracked his knuckles and made a fist.

"No asshole. We're looking to get laid." The driver said as he let out a loud belch.

The tall one twirled Eric's key chain on his finger. "How about YOU suck my cock. Or maybe you're GIRLFRIEND there would like to do it..."

Eric lunged at the guy, landing a firm uppercut right under his chin. The car keys went flying two spaces over. The driver jumped on Eric and drew his arms behind him.

"Hold still bitch. I think you owe my friend an apology."

The first guy climbed in the truck and tried to muffle Jamie's screams. She struggled, franticly kicking her legs but he managed to hold her back. Meanwhile Eric kicked and thrashed around, trying to throw off the stranger. But he too was unable to break the hold that the muscle-bound driver had on him. A fist pummeled him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Another grazed his jaw. Eric felt the blood trickle from the corner of his mouth. The meaty driver released Eric and he dropped to his knees, heaving, holding his jaw. When he tried to stand the driver hauled off and punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Jamie started crying, tears streaming down her face. The boy who was holding her released her and she bolted for the door, rushing to the aid of Eric who was laying face down on the pavement. But before she could get to him the driver intervened.

"Grab her, Gordie. Get her in the van."

The tall one did as he was told and grabbed Jamie by the arms. Through her sobs she tried to scream but he clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up, bitch. If you know what's good for you you'll keep your fucking mouth shut." He twisted her arm to drive the point home, causing Jamie to buckle in pain.

The driver gave Eric one last kick in the gut and grabbed his suitcase out of the bed his pickup before he climbed back into his van and started it up. The other two smuggled Jamie into the back and slammed the doors shut as they peeled out of the parking space and sped away from the mall, leaving Eric lying there unconscious.

The three punks hurled down the road in the crappy old panel van. The mall was pretty much at the edge of town so they decided to head for the outskirts.

"Aaaaiiiiiiiiigh!!! Leave me alone!!!" Jamie screamed and kicked at the two guys who were grabbing and laughing at her.

"You guys need some help back there?" The driver asked with a grin.

"We're trying to get Tits under control but she won't cooperate." The tall one said.

"I think she's starting to like us... aren't ya, TITS!?" The dumb one said.

Jamie kicked the dumb one in the groin.

The tall one smacked her down hard. He pulled a hunting knife out of his boot and pressed the blade to her throat.

"Pull over Jesse! Tits here just kicked Donny in the balls."

He held the razor sharp blade against her throat as the van bounced over the shoulder of the country road and rolled off across an empty corn field.

"What's the matter with you, Tits?? Don't you know better than to kick a man in the balls??"

The driver came to a stop and killed the engine. He turned the dome light on in the back of the van to shed a little light on the subject. Jamie was too terrified now to scream �and even if she could there was no one for miles around. The tall one slipped his knife back into his boot and shoved Jamie onto her back with his hand on her throat. The driver stepped into the back of the van.

"Good going Gordon. Donny, get out of my way"

Donny was still hurting badly but he wisely limped out of Jesse's way and pulled himself into the driver's seat.

"That's a fancy dress you're wearing, Tits. Where'd ya get it?" The driver asked as he loosened his belt.

Jamie didn't answer. The dress was still on, still covering her front, but it was unzipped in the back and hung loosely down over her arms.

"Was it a gift from loverboy back there?"

Jamie nodded her head yes.

"Well I don't like it!" he said and with a couple yanks he had it torn off her body. Jamie was laying there on the smelly dirty metal floor of the old van in nothing but her panties and bra.

"Who the fuck to you think you are titty-fucking your boyfriend in broad day light? Is that just another trip to the mall for you?" He reached down and tugged on Jamie's bra strap. She recoiled from him.

"That's how she gets loverboy to buy her those dresses... she sucks him off and he buys her whatever she wants." Gordon said.

"Are you a whore, Tits??"

Jamie shook her head no. Paralyzed with fear.

"Maybe you'd like to titty fuck me... for free!" He said.

Jamie again shook her head no, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Boys, give us a little privacy will ya? Me and Tits have business to discuss."

Gordon climbed up into the front passenger seat of the van, leaving Jesse alone to have his way with Jamie. They'd have their turns at her too, but Jesse always got first crack.

"If you wanna live to see another day you fuckin' whore... well... you better play nice. Do you understand?"

Jamie nodded yes.

"You don't talk much do you, Tits? That's good. A woman should be seen, not heard."

Jesse reached down and pulled Jamie's bra straps down, letting her boobs spill out. He put his rough hands on them and squeezed them. Jamie was powerless to stop him.

"Damn, Tits. You're built like a brick shit house." He said as he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. His beer breath stank and his unshaven face was covered in coarse whiskers. Jamie went limp as she felt the stranger's tongue prod and poke around in her mouth. Then she felt one of his hands slip inside her panties. One of his thick fingers entered her pussy, causing her to let out a gasp.

"Oh, you like that, Tits? Maybe we should just skip the titty fuck and just go right to the main event. Huh, Tits??"

Jesse tore Jamie's panties from her body and then pulled down his own jeans, freeing his stiff eight inches. He took it in his hands and waved it at her.

"I'll bet you've never seen a tool like this before."

It was smaller than Eric's cock, but Jamie wasn't about to say a word. She bit her lip in anticipation of what was coming next. Her still tender post-op pussy was about to get a brutal shakedown cruise.

"You just let out a cry if it's too much for you, okay Tits??" He said as he lowered himself between her legs. He pressed the head of his cock against the outer lips of her vagina. Jamie let out a frightened sigh just as he shoved it all the way in with one abrupt thrust of his hips, holding in deep inside her while Jamie arched her back off the floor.

The strange and painful feeling racked her system.

"AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!" She cried out.

Jesse withdrew his shaft as abruptly as he'd plunged it in, stopping just shy of letting the head pop out of her tight little pussy.

Jamie's heart raced. She began hyperventilating. Her chest heaved up and down with her labored breaths. She scratched at the rusty floor of the van with her fingernails.

"Please stop. Let me go."

Jessie plunged his rod deep into her again.

"AAAAAAGHHH...." She cried out. Without thinking she scratched her rapist across the face.

"You CUNT!!!" Jesse shouted as he slapped her face hard. Jamie went limp again as the stranger started violently banging her pussy with all his might. He was done fooling around.

Meanwhile in the front seat, Donny was poking through the suitcase.

"Dude, what's in there?" Gordon asked.

"Nothing, just some clothes an' shit."

"That's all??"

"Wait a minute. Here's somethin'." Donny pulled out an amber vial from the bag along with the box of syringes.

"Drugs!"

He held the bottle up to the light but he could barely read it. He squinted at the words and moved his lips but no sound came out. Gordon snatched the bottle from his hands.

"Gimme that you dumbass. What is it?" Gordon held the bottle up and read the label. 'Estrogenex 2, Indications: breast enhancement, nipple sensitivity, increased clitoral sensitivity. Administer by injection to the affected area. Side effects: increased libido.'

"Well fuck me. Hey Jesse, lookie what we found here."

Just as he said that, Jessie was shooting his wad.

"Unnngh... ahhhhh... take that you fuckin' whore."

Jamie tossed her head back and forth trying to avoid Jesse's flying globs of semen but her face and tits were already splattered with the stuff. When he was finished Jessie packed his manhood back into his jeans and hooked his belt. Jamie snatched her soiled dress up off the dirty trash-strewn floor and covered herself.

"Donny, you want a piece of this ass?? Get over here!" Jesse said as he climbed toward the front seat, slurping the backwash from an empty can of beer. Donny was eager to boink Jamie, even though she'd just kicked him in the nuts. He practically dove into the back seat.

Jesse plopped down heavily in the driver's seat and took the amber vial from Gordon.

"Burrp! ...What is it?" Jesse huffed.

"Dude, read the label." Gordon said with a wild expression on his face.

"'Estrogenex 2, Indications: breast enhancement, nipple sensitivity, increased clit... clitor...all sensitivity'.... Dude, what the fuck's cli-TOR-all mean??"

"Dude, that's her pussy. That's the part that makes her get off!" Gordon replied. Jesse may have been the alpha male of this bunch of goons, but Gordon was the brains.

"Oh, right. Right."

Jesse returned to the label, "'Administer by injection to the affected area. Side effects: increased libido.' Well fuck me...."

Gordon held up the box of syringes and shook it.

"You think we should try some of this stuff on Tits?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Fuckin' A.... Let's have one of those needles."

Gordon handed Jesse a syringe. Jesse punctured the seal on the vial of serum, breaking the needle off in the process.

"Fuck. Gimme another needle."

Gordon handed him another needle. He managed to insert the needle in the bottle without breaking it. He held the brown bottle up to the light trying to see through to the contents inside.

"I wonder how much you're supposed to use." He said.

"I don't know dude, but there's.... six more bottles of it in here. And there's these other bottles too, but they don't have any writing on 'em."

"They don't got no writing on 'em?? Let's see."

Gordon handed Jesse one of the clear unmarked vials of Testogrogene.

"Well shit. I wonder what this stuff does?"

"I don't know. Let's just try the brown stuff first and see what happens." Gordon said.

"Alright then. Gimme the rest of it." Jesse held out his hand and Gordon handed him all seven bottles of Estrogenex 2.

In the back of the van Donny was having the fuck of his life with Jamie. She was putting up less of a fight this time. Soon he spurted inside her and politely pulled out. He was quick to cover up his tiny 4" penis, not wanting to hear all the tired old 'pencil dick' jokes from his friends.

"I'm sorry I kicked you before." Jamie whispered to Donny, low enough so that Jesse and Gordon couldn't hear. She gave Donny a wink and he smiled back at her.

"Get the fuck outta the way Donny. Tits here needs to take her medicine." Jesse said in a loud voice, shoving Donny out of the way.

"Gordie, hold her down."

Gordon grabbed Jamie's arms and held them behind her. She didn't struggle much until she saw Jesse come toward her with a dripping needle. Then she screamed.

"Nooo! What are you DOING!!? What IS that??!?!?!"

"Like you don't know. We found it in your little suitcase up there." Jesse said with a smile.

"What are you talking about?!?!" Jamie was shot through with blind panic. What were these guys shooting her up with? She had no idea.

"Hold still Tits. You'll feel better in no time." Gordon said as he immobilized her once again, squeezing Jamie's arms until she winced.

Jesse lifted her dress and exposed Jamie's naked body. She was horrified as she watched him insert the needle into her puffy areola of her right tit, just above the nipple. She went limp as he discharged the entire contents of the large capacity syringe into her breast. She could feel the cold fluid seep in.

"That's one." Jesse said as he reached back for bottle number two and refilled the chamber with the experimental serum.

He inserted the needle again, this time just under the nipple on the same tit. Again he injected an entire vial into her. Strangely it didn't feel bad. Jamie had no choice but to resign herself to whatever these guys were doing to her. Jesse cracked the seal on a third vial of the Estrogenex 2 and withdrew the contents into the chamber of a fresh syringe.

"Now for the other tit." He said as he repeated the procedure on the other breast, injecting Jamie with two full vials in each breast. The drug alone made her breasts feel slightly heavier and fuller. She had no idea what the stuff was but she could feel a warmth start to radiate throughout her chest, centering on her nipples.

Jesse cracked the seal on the fifth bottle and filled another syringe.

"Spread your legs." He ordered her.

Jamie barely moved, unsure of what he intended to do with the next needle.

"I said SPREAD 'EM!" He shouted, kicking Jamie's leg aside.

Jamie obliged. Jesse leaned in and parted Jamie's pussy lips with his fingers. His head was blocking the light. He could barely see. He concentrated on finding the right spot. When Gordon finally pointed to where the clitoris was, he carefully inserted the needle just a little bit below the skin and depressed the plunger. Jamie's pussy convulsed but she didn't seem to be hurting.

He reached for the sixth bottle and loaded another syringe. This time he parted Jamie's lips and aimed the needle up inside her. He could see nothing and feel nothing. When the needle pricked what was Jamie's cervix Jesse depressed the plunger and emptied the sixth bottle of the drug directly into Jamie's womb.

By now the drug had begun to send Jamie into a hormonally-charged trance. The heat emanating from her chest, and now her pussy, enveloped her body and mind. She seemed to not know where she was or who these guys were. She just rolled her eyes back in her head and drank in the sensations that were beginning to rock her.

"Well, Gordie. We've got one last bottle of juice here. Where should I stick it?" Jesse asked.

"Do like the junkies do. Shoot it in her neck." Gordon suggested.

"What good'll that do??"

"I don't know. Maybe the shit'll go straight to her brain. She'll want to suck cock all night long." Gordon laughed at this suggestion, but he didn't know how right he was. Jesse and Gordon high fived each other and laughed at Jamie who was now writhing on the floor of the van, smearing her pretty dress in more filth, moaning, clutching her titties.

"Dude you better hurry." Gordon said and he grabbed Jamie's arms and held her still.

Jesse sucked the last of the serum into another syringe and inserted the needle slightly into Jamie's neck. Jamie's eyes went wide and her chest heaved. This was kind of creeping Jesse out but he pushed the needle in deeper and slowly discharged some of the fluid.

"Dude, shoot some of it in her lips, like that collagen shit." Gordon said, as if he knew what he was talking about.

Sounded good to Jesse.

He pulled the needle back out. There was still about half the contents remaining. He pinched Jamie's upper lip between his grimy thumb and forefinger and injected it with half of the remaining fluid. Then he did the lower lip. Jamie licked her lips clean and moaned.

"That's all she wrote." Jesse said as he discarded the needle onto the floor of the van.

Without being asked, Donny carefully collected up all the discarded needles and tossed them out the front window into the field.

Then it started.

Jamie's swollen 38 double Ds surged with an intense heat. Her hands shot up to her chest. She clutched her tits and felt them slowly start to grow in her hands. Gordon and Jesse stepped back. They couldn't believe their eyes.

Donny looked on from the front seat.

Jamie reeled from the sensation! Her pulse pounded like a drum. Every sinew of her body radiated an electric heat like a gentle orgasm that pulsated without stopping. Unlike before the operation, this time her breast-obsessed FEMALE mind was fully conscious of what was happening to her fully female body. Her heart leapt for joy as she felt her boobs swell up and overflow her palms. Her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed and drooled its juices onto the floor of the van. She dropped one boob and sunk four fingers into her tingling cunt and started masturbating.

"Oh god.... Thank you. Thank you." She said to Jesse and Gordon through half closed eyes. She was in ecstasy already.

She fell onto her side and rolled over on her back, spreading her legs so she could get her hand deeper into her cunt. Atop her chest her two heaving mounds of Jell-O continued to swell and quiver with every breath she took. Her nipples were no longer puffy. The areola were a dark brown and spread out to four inches in diameter. The nipples stood erect like two thumbs. When she grabbed one of them she hissed through her teeth.

".ahhhhhhhhh... oh, GOD this feels so good."

The smell of Jamie's sex wafted up from her crotch, filling the van.

Jesse pulled out his cock and started masturbating. So did Gordon. They'd never exposed themselves to each other before but in the heat of the moment they could care less. The sight of Jamie inflating before their very eyes, writhing on the floor like a possessed woman was too much to bear. Gradually Jamie's silky auburn hair thickened and turned blonde, growing out over her shoulders and down the small of her back.

In the front seat Donny jacked on his little dick like a fiend.

Jamie got up in a three point stance, letting her tits hang down beneath her. She continued to stuff her twat with one hand while her tits continued to distend down, growing fuller and larger, like two water balloons with the spigot turned on full blast. Larger and fuller they swelled, past an E cup, past a double E, past F and G.

"This is a dream come true!" Was the only thought in her mind.

In that moment she realized that ever since she was a little girl all she ever wanted was bigger boobs. Huge tits. They were the most important thing in her life. Men loved big tits and she loved men, especially their cocks. She thought back to how wonderful it felt to smother Eric's huge cock between her tits. She looked up and saw Jesse and Gordon feverishly pumping theirs and she smiled. She automatically pointed her ass towards Jesse and invited him to stick it in her dripping pussy. She needed to be filled up.

"Put it in." She huffed.

She took Gordon's long thin cock in her hand and licked it up and down like a Popsicle. She sucked on his balls and fingered his ass. Gordon dropped down to his knees so she could get a better angle on him.

"Ooooooooh what a sweet beautiful cock you have." She said right before she stuffed it into her mouth. Her lips were fuller and silky smooth. She gobbled Gordon's cock inch by inch until her lips touched the base. As she pumped the length of it in and out of her throat she didn't gag. Instead her lips and mouth began to tingle with the same sensations that emanated from her cunt. Her mouth had been transformed into a hypersensitive vagina of sorts, hungry for meat, thirsty for sperm and capable of experiencing an oral orgasm.

By now her tits hung down almost to the floor. She could feel her huge nipples brushing against the rusty metal floor and it actually felt good to her. She felt so dirty, so horny and so sexy with two huge cocks stuffed in both ends. She thought of Donny in the front seat and thought she might like another dick to jack off with her hand, but when she saw his little 4 thing she lost interest. She focused on sucking Jesse's harder and faster and deeper. When Jesse finally came he thought she'd suck his member clean off his torso. Jamie gulped down his seed like a starving woman. She heard Gordon start to come and jumped up, letting his cock slip out of her cunt.

"Come here." She said. She grabbed him by his ass cheeks and pulled the entire length of his twitching cock into her mouth, driving it down her throat. The feeling of its head stroking the inside of her mouth felt fantastic. Gordon too feared Jamie would suck his cock clean off as she applied an almost painful suction to his shaft. She instinctively reached up and cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze just at the exact moment he was about to come. It hurt like hell. Jamie squeezed Gordon's balls like she was milking them, draining them of every drop of spunk she could squeeze out of them.

It wasn't nearly enough though. She wanted more.

As Gordon fell backwards onto his ass she crawled over toward Jesse and took his limp dick into her mouth again and sucked. She sucked so hard he cried out in pain but she paid him no mind. Soon he was stiff again and she was massaging his balls and slurping on his pole like it was candy. Soon he shot another load into her hungry mouth.

She swallowed every drop �and it still wasn't enough.

She turned her attentions back to Gordon who was slumped on the floor, trying to catch his breath. She crept toward him, her massive udders brushing against her arms as they swayed beneath her. Gordon began pulling on his cock, hurrying to get it up again. He could tell she was hungry for more and would not wait for him. But he was spent and his dick was not ready for another session in Jamie's pneumatic pump of a mouth.

Jamie took one look at his hand struggling to work up a stiffy for her and she knew what to do. She reared up and mashed her gigantic boobs together with her fists, making a line of cleavage almost fifteen inches long. Gordon's cock responded in kind and the blood began to flow into it.

Jesse dropped down and started jacking off as he watched Jamie stalk Gordon.

"You like that? You like my tits?" She said tauntingly as she licked her sensuous lips and gave Gordon a sleepy seductive look.

She mashed her two fleshy globes together, roughly bouncing them and squeezing them in her hands. They were each much larger than her head by now and were far more than a handful. He hefted them up to her face and let them flop back down, feeling the full weight of them as they jiggled and tugged at her tiny frame. Even that felt fantastic. But not as fantastic as the hypnotized look on Gordon's face.

"I'm too much, aren't I..." She said.

Her tits felt great. She couldn't squeeze them hard enough.

"You're beautiful." Gordon replied. "What's your name??"

Now he wanted to get to know her better. He was possessed by the ravishing vision before him. She was like a goddess. Jamie's scent now filled the van and all three men were under her sex spell.

"Why... you know my name, silly boy." She said in a girlish musical tone.

She banged both boobs against Gordon's face, knocking his skull against the side of the van. Then she twisted her shoulders and slapped him repeatedly with her heavy tits. The slapping sound sent Jesse and Donny reeling as they sat pumping their cocks, unable to move. Jamie brushed one thumb-sized nipple across Gordon's slack mouth and pushed it in for him to suck.

"THINK. Don't you remember my name??" She repeated, leaning into him, burying his head between her tits.

She mashed both boobs against Gordon's head and held him there. He was now pumping feverishly on his cock, completely overpowered by Jamie's sex. From inside her dark cleavage she could hear Gordon's muffled voice.

"T-t-t-t-t-t...."

"What's that??" She released him from his heavenly head prison.

"T-t-t-t-t... Tits...." Gordon was barely able to talk.

Jamie stood with her hands on her hips, staring down at Gordon from behind two large white mounds of flesh.

"TITS! That's right. Clever boy."

He reached up and grabbed her boobs and kneaded them. He inched up and clamped his mouth down on one huge nipple and began sucking like an infant.

"You can just call me Tits..."

Jamie Hill felt invincible. The man who had earlier held a knife at her throat was now suckling at her teat like a helpless child. She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping cunt and began thrusting her hips against him, rocking her tits back and forth. Gordon dropped back and lay down on the floor of the van. Jamie sat atop him. He couldn't see her face. All he could see were her tits. Jamie brushed her nipples across his face as she fucked him to within an inch of his life, until he was gasping for air, his heart pounding in his chest.

"WHAT'S my name?"

"Tits...."

"What's that? I can't hear you?"

"Titsh..." he mumbled as Jamie stuffed his mouth full of nipple.

"LOUDER."

Gordon could speak or breath. He moaned audibly as Jamie lay atop him, smothering him with her double HH cans. She fucked him until he went soft inside her, then she got up off him and turned to face Jesse.

Gordon was dead.

Jesse stared at Jamie's two big brown areola staring back at him. He was hypnotized. She pushed her arms together and turned her head demurely, batting her eyelashes at Jesse. His balls were burning with desire. He cried out like a heartbroken boy.

"I love you. I love you..."

Donny looked at Gordon lying slumped in the corner with a smile on his face, dead as a door nail. He wasn't about to be the next victim. He gathered up the little suitcase and jumped out of the van and headed back toward the road into town.

"You love ME??" Jamie asked with a devilish smile.

"Yes. I do." Jesse pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"Do you think you can get me off with that great... big... eight inches of yours??" She emphasized 'great' and 'big' with a suggestive twist of her shoulders which sent her knockers swaying to and fro.

Jesse's cock was rock hard in his hand. Jamie had to pry his fingers off of it.

"Let's see what you've got there little boy. Ooooohhh, you're so big. Like me!"

She threw a leg over Jesse and eased his cock into her burning hot pussy. She was aching for relief. She pushed Jesse onto his back and began gyrating her hips. She bit her lip as she could feel Jesse's manhood slipping around inside her huge sloppy cunt. She spread her legs wider, trying to get Jesse's dick deeper inside her.

"Come on, big boy. Fuck me. HARDER." She hissed.

Jesse redoubled his efforts, pumping his hips harder.

"Deeper... come onnnnn...."

Jesse's breathing was getting heavy. He pumped as hard as he could but he couldn't take his eyes or his hands off of Jamie's wondrous tits.

"I love you. I want to be with you, always." He said.

He was practically crying now. The thought of Jamie ever climbing off of him and leaving him was more than he could bear to think about. Her scent was overpowering now, her body was seething, sending out a constant heavy scent of sex that would disable any man. And Jesse had been cooped up in the van with that smell for a good hour now.

"You want to be with ME? I don't know about that." She teased.

"I wanna take.... CARE... of yoOOU...." He tried to speak as Jamie pounded him with her thrusts, ramming him deeper into her.

"Is that all the cock you got? Come ON! FUCK ME!" she demanded.

Jesse again jacked his hips harder and faster, practically throwing Jamie into the air with each upthrust. Her boobs bounced like crazy and it was feeling better and better. The sight of her huge knockers bouncing up and down, her out of control nipples brushing against his lips was driving him mad.

"That's better. Come on. More. Harder. Faster!!"

Jesse was panting, gasping for air.

"I don't even.... huff... know your... uh... NAME..."

"Shut up and fuck me you idiot! I told you my name!!" Jamie slammed Jesse repeated in the face with her jugs, banging his head against the wall of the van as she pounded away on his pole.

"TITS!!! TITS!!!" she yelled as Jesse's head slammed repeated against the van.

"Tits! Marry me, Tits.... I love you... please....... Tits..." Jesse leaned up, reaching for Jamie's face.

"Why are you stopping?! Fuck me!!"

Jesse broke down and started balling. He clutched at the sides of Jamie's tits like they were inflatable life preservers and he'd somehow forgotten how to swim. He was sinking like a stone.

Jamie stopped gyrating and looked at this shambles of a man beneath her. She gathered her breasts up in her arms and climbed off of Jesse, who just sat there weeping, begging her to stay with him. She didn't even answer him or say another word for that matter. She wheeled around and threw one leg over Jesse and sat on his face, focusing her attention on his still stiff cock.

"Eat me." She said under her breath, just loud enough that Jesse could hear her.

She gripped Jesse's dick at its base and squeezed with one hand. With the other she cupped his balls and made a fist. Jesse let out a faint cry which Jamie muffled with her cunt which she ground against his face. The opening of her twat was engorged and swollen and stretched to nearly six inches long, big enough cover Jesse's face. Jesse obediently tongued her, trying to catch his breath, but he was losing the fight. His only thought was of pleasing her and winning her heart. All Jamie wanted from this guy was the little bit of semen that might still be left in his balls. She bent over and sucked his cock into her mouth and pumped it, wrapping her luxurious lips around it and stroking it with her tongue. She wanted more than she was getting but she wouldn't leave until she tasted his seed sliding down her throat.

Finally Jesse did cum, splashing her tongue with one last salty gush of his sperm which she gulped down like teaspoon of honey. It wasn't enough but finally Jamie came finally too, her throat spasmed and her pussy convulsed around Jesse's face as she heard a dog howl off in the distance. She drew her thighs together and flexed suffocating Jesse in her scent.

He too died with a smile on his face.

She climbed off and gathered up her tattered dress and tied it around her bust like a makeshift halter. She slipped back into her filthy panties and prepared to drive back into town.

Just then she heard footsteps.

Eric Lance barreled down state route 40 toward the empty corn field and a second rendezvous with the blue van. Riding with him was a nervous Donny Bolen who was pointing the way, the little black suitcase sitting on his lap. Donny had managed to hitchhike back into town and back to the mall parking lot where Eric lay unconscious. He woke Eric and explained to him that Jamie was in danger, that his former accomplices had injected Jamie with some kind of drug. At first Eric wanted to kill Donny on sight, but Donny begged and pleaded and was finally able to explain to Eric that time was of the essence and he offered to show him to where Jamie was. Donny was too afraid to explain everything, about having fucked Jamie. He especially didn't want to be the one to tell Eric that Jamie was now fucking and sucking his two friends like a crazed amazon.

As far as Donny knew, Jesse and Gordon were still very much alive and would be difficult to subdue. All Eric could think about was taking a tire iron and bashing in their stupid skulls.

When they approached the corn field Donny pointed to the van which was still rocking.

"There it is." He said.

Eric jerked the wheel and pulled his truck up onto the shoulder of the road and jammed the emergency brake. He left the motor running and jerked the suitcase from Donny.

"Gimme that."

"Aren't we gonna go? She could be in danger."

"Just wait. This'll only take a minute."

Eric dumped the contents of the bag onto the bench seat and threw the case out the window. There were almost twenty unmarked vials of Testostrogene 2 and one box of needles. He held one up in front of his face and filled a syringe, draining the contents of the vial.

"You see how I'm doing this??"

Donny nodded his head.

Well I want you to empty the rest of these vials into these syringes, and keep 'em coming.

Donny was stunned when Eric whipped open his pants and injected a dose into the base of his gigantic cock. He couldn't believe the size of the thing. The warmth seeped into Eric's loins instantly. He felt rejuvenated. He held out his palm and shook it impatiently. Donny handed him another dose, which he injected into his scrotum. Donny winced at the sight this.

"What's this stuff do?" He asked as he filled a third syringe and handed it to Eric.

"Friend, I'm going to KILL you two buddies back there. You know what testosterone is?" Eric asked as he drained another dose into his scrotum

"Yeah, I know what it is."

Well this stuff is like a booster shot. Gimme another needle.

Donny handed Eric another dose, thinking to himself that he could use a booster shot too.

By the time Eric finished off the next to the last vial of Testostrogene 2 he was breathing very heavily, almost grunting. His balls were swollen to the size of oranges and were sloshing around in their bloated sack of serum. His cock was down to his knees and was as big around as Donny's arms. He tensed every muscle in his body and felt an immense power surge through him. He felt invincible. He looked at Donny sitting there with fear in his eyes, the last vial of serum in one hand and his other hand working on his fly. Eric laughed a low guttural laugh that sounded like an animal growl. His eyes narrowed as he sized up the boy. Donny could see the veins in his neck throbbing. His shirt was practically tearing at the seams from a sudden increase in muscle bulk.

Eric's male animal instinct told him to cut off Donny's balls and feed them to him.

"Are... are we gonna go save your girlfriend now??" Donny asked timidly.

Eric remembered why they were there and snorted angrily. His feeling of animal rage transferred off of Donny and back on to the other two men. He snatched the last vial from Donny's hand. Donny's pants fell open and Eric saw his little dick spring to attention. He let out a bellowing laugh. He inserted the last needle into the vial and filled it's chamber then he took his own massive organ in hand and aimed the tip of the needle at one of his thick veins. He paused and grinned at Donny as he was about to treat himself to the last of the Testostrogene 2 when Donny spoke up.

"Please! Wait... can I have some of that stuff?" Donny asked as he jacked his tiny dick in front of Eric.

Eric felt pity for Donny more than anything else. He decided to do right by this boy who had come back for him and reward him with the last dose. He grabbed Donny's prick and sunk the needle into its base and depressed the plunger. Donny felt the fluid fill his cock. It felt wonderful. He felt his balls start to tingle.

"Guys gotta stick together, right?" Eric said as he stuffed his cock into his pants.

He pounded the dash board with both fists and howled like an animal, working up his rage. Donny sat back in the car seat and felt the drug go to work on him. The young boy felt his cock swell in his hand. He looked down and saw it lengthen before his eyes! Just then Eric thumped Donny in chest to get his attention.

"Look over there!! The van stopped rocking." He steeled his gaze across the cornfield. Somehow his vision had grown more acute. He saw a switch off.

"Let's get going." He pulled on Donny's coat sleeve and dragged him out of the truck. Donny managed to fasten his jeans just as his cock seemed to top off at a healthy 9 inches. His jeans felt tight. He felt strong, full of energy.

"Come on now... and keep quiet. We want to surprise the bastards." Eric said as they stealthily prowled the hundred yards across the dark cornfield towards the van. When they came up to the back of the van, Eric pushed Donny in front and made him go stand by the front door.

"When I say when... you charge in. I'm going to enter through the back."

Quietly Donny tip-toed around to the front of the van where Jamie was sitting behind the wheel, masturbating herself as she kneaded her tits. Donny tapped on the glass.

"Donny!"

Immediately she threw the door open and leapt from the van, landing on top of Donny, her two 48" HH boobs pinning him to the ground.

"Where'd you go???" She asked as she frantically worked open his jeans and took out his enlarged nine inch cock. Donny swelled with pride and wanted nothing but to go again with Jamie, but he knew Eric was lurking behind the van.

"No. Stop. You're boyfriend is here." His voice was muffled by Jamie's tits in his face. He could smell her pungent aroma which immobilized him. Jamie wheeled around, her tits slapping and sloshing in the dirt. She took a look at Donny's cock and licked her lips.

"EEEieee!! You've grown!" She shouted as she plunged all nine inches into her mouth and started sucking.

Eric heard a ruckus around the front of the van and rushed to see what it was. He loped like an ape, biceps flexing, ready to tear the head off of whoever it was. When he rounded the van he saw Donny Bolen on his back with a mammoth titted blonde on top of him sucking his new dick.

"HEY!!!" Eric shouted, not realizing at first who the blonde could be.

Jamie heard another man's voice.

"Oooh, more cum." Was her only thought as she wondered how big her next stud would be.

She looked up and recognized her angry muscular boyfriend standing a few feet away, half again as big as she remembered him! The front of his jeans were bulging out like he had a cat stuffed in there. She looked Eric's in the eye while sucked on Donny's spasming cock a few more times, squeezing it with her hand, milking every drop of sperm he had built up in his balls before she finally let his glistening nine inches slowly slip out of her mouth. A thin rope of semen dangled from her lips as she climbed up off of the boy

She called out to her man.

He couldn't believe it was really her.

Jamie hustled across the uneven ground beneath her feet, her boobs bouncing every which way, arms extended to great Eric with a massive hug.

Eric could smell her coming toward him and his cock immediately stiffened inside his pants. When she got up close enough to get a good look at her Eric was stunned at how ravishingly beautiful and voluptuous she was. But his heart surged with anger when he saw her sexy body covered in filth and bruises, her dress torn to shreds. Jamie reached up and kissed Eric on the mouth, Donny's cum still on her lips. Eric took a step back but she planted her full lips on his mouth and sucked her tongue into her mouth. The taste of Donny's salty sperm made Eric see red.

He pushed Jamie temporarily aside and took one step towards Donny, wiping the trace of the boy's spew on his sleeve.

Donny turned and ran. But before he could make it even a quarter way back to the road Eric had him on the ground, showering him with body blows, pummeling his face to a bloody pulp. His cock was surging like a furnace, ready to rip through his pants. The Testostrogene was still coarsing through him, still building. He undid his confining pants and kicked them off, letting his massive cock swing free. It was easily 16 inches long and hung down to past his knees. He jerked open Donny's pants and took his rock stiff nine inch prick in his hand and squeezed.

"How do you like this nice big dick I gave you??" He spat in Donny's face.

A desperate Donny nodded yes, a wad of spittle oozing down over his eye.

"So how did it feel?? How did it feel whey my girlfriend was sucking you off? Huh?!?!"

Donny didn't answer. Eric gave Donny's dick a hard jerk.

"I said how did it feel you scrawny son of a bitch! Answer me!!"

Eric stood over Donny with his massive cock pointing down at the boy's face. Donny stared up at the purple head which was pulsating and as large as a ripe grapefruit.

"It f-f-f-f...felt good." Donny stuttered, terrified at the sight of this monster looming over him.

Donny looked away. He caught a glimpse of Jamie who was fluffing up her thick blonde mane of hair in the headlights of the van. He could make out her nipples from 20 yards away! He thought he could still smell her. Eric caught Donny stealing a peek at his girl and again he grabbed Donny's nine inch dick squeezing it as hard as he could. Donny cried out.

"It felt good huh? Well I'm glad for you. Because buddy, it's the last time you're going to feel anything." With a savage burst of anger Eric put one foot on Donny's stomach and jerked his beautiful dick clear off. Donny let out a shriek into the night sky that no one but Jamie was around to hear. But she just continued preening in front of the van, massaging her hypersensitive nipples, uninterested in what her man was up to now. She just wanted him to hurry back.

"Hurry up honey. Come back!!" She said, plunging her hand into her cunt, rubbing her swollen clit with her thumb.

Donny was feeling white hot pain. Tears streamed down his face. His legs and the ground beneath him were covered in blood. The sound of Jamie's voice seemed to make Eric even more determined. Eric felt invincible as he squeezed the blood from Donny's useless dick and hurled it across the field, far enough that Donny would never find it. Then he reached down with his index finger and dug into Donny's ball sack, pulling out his two swollen testicles by the stalks.

"These won't be any use to you now." He said as he glared at Donny, waiting for a reaction before he finished his savage castration. The Testostrogene was boiling Eric's brain. He was like a possessed neandertal.

Donny begged and pleaded for Eric to stop, which made Eric laugh. It was precisely what he wanted to hear.

"Say bye bye to the family jewels Donny boy."

"Please stop.... Please...." He was almost laughing now too, his mind was hysterical with pain and panic. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"I don't think so." Eric said calmly.

He yanked on Donny's clackers, pulling them away from his body. The sight was intoxicating. The connective tissues stretched like rubber bands to almost 4 inches before they snapped free.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Donny shouted as his balls were ripped from his body.

Eric felt great... like he was tearing apart a cooked chicken. He forced Donny's mouth open and fed him one of his own egg-sized testicles, even going so far as to make him chew it up. Donny nearly passed out.

"Chew with your mouth closed, son. Don't you have any manners?"

When Donny finally swallowed his useless testicle Eric inserted the other one in his mouth and forced him to eat that one too.

"This will teach you to make eyes at my woman, you dickless piece of shit."

Donny looked on as Eric stuffed his dangling cock back into his pants. He strolled away back toward the van, leaving his vanquished opponent completely demoralized. Donny wanted to puke but he couldn't. He wanted to die but he wouldn't. He just watched helplessly as Eric finally left him for dead.

Jamie saw Eric coming back and ran to great him. She threw her arms around Eric and kissed him again as before, being sure to squash her boobs against her stud's massive torso. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and felt weak in the knees thinking only of the load of semen he surely must've had stored up in that big strong body of his.

As Jamie probed his mouth with her tongue Eric remembered the other two guys in the van.

He pushed Jamie to one side and climbed in. The first thing that struck him was the powerful pungent smell that filled the van. His heart pounded, he felt his cock surge again, filling with blood. He saw Jesse and Gordon slumped in the back, eyes still open, smiles on their faces, not breathing.They were dead. He noticed the empty vials of Estrogenex 2 scattered about. He counted seven total. All empty. He jumped out of the truck and back into the Jamie's soft embrace.

The two star-crossed lovers stood in the vans headlights gazing at each other.

"My hero." She said her line as though it was expected of her. She tucked her chin, touching it to her cleavage. Batting her eyelashes she ground her pelvis against Eric's bulge. Time to go to work on this huge hunk of man meat!

Eric let out a heavy sigh. His anger was melting away now. Jamie reached down and squeezed his package and let out a sigh.

"Ooooooohhh, you're so big. Just like me." Just as she'd hoped.

She could feel his cock extend all the way to his knee.

Jamie felt the familiar hunger burning deep in her gut. She could practically taste the semen on her tongue just by thinking about it. Eric let the tension peel away as Jamie tugged and jerked on his clothes. She scattered them on the ground where her dress lay spread out. With Eric completely naked she dropped to her knees and hoisted his massive cock into the air, slapping it up against his perfect stomach. The tip of it almost came up to his chin. Jamie encircled it just above his bulging sack with both hands and made one long stroke from the base to its grapefruit-sized head. A huge glob of semen leapt out of the tip and oozed down over the head. Jamie licked up every drop. She felt a wave of sweet relief wash over her as the tasty stuff filled her senses.

"Hero, you taste fantastic." She said as she licked her lips. The feel of his pre-cum coating her mouth made Jamie hunger all the more for his mother lode.

She stood up and offered her deep inviting cleavage for Eric to submerge his cock in. Her tits were unbelievably huge and soft and warm and Eric was swimming. As she held them together, trapping Eric's arm-sized shaft she roughly kneaded her hypersensitive nipples, moaning out in ecstasy. Eric collapsed back against the grill of the van as his huge breasted lover mashed herself up against him. As she moved her body up and down on Eric's shaft she gripped the uppermost part of it in her two hands, sucking and licking at the head, stretching her full lips to their fullest trying to get them around it. She flicked at the opening and could taste Eric's cum. It had been building up in his heavy balls all day, and the Testostrogene 2 had quadrupled production. He was sitting on a geyser about to erupt and she could sense it. Jamie jammed a hand into her sopping wet snatch and came out with a handful of her own juices which she smeared across Eric's lips. Eric gasped, the scent and the taste of Jamie's sex sent him over the edge. Suddenly the random thought of losing her somehow entered his mind. A yellow streak of fear tore through him as he realized he couldn't live without her. He stared lovingly and longingly into her eyes afraid of what he might see. A lustful gaze stared back at him. Jamie rolled her eyes and licked her lips, giving her jugs another forceful squeeze, making them swell up around Eric's cock head and her face as if to remind him of what was important.

She bit her lip and hissed, "Do you like my huge tits, lover??"

"God yes. You're beautiful. I love you Jamie." Eric swore.

"But what about my TITS? You don't think they're... too BIG??" She asked with a raised eyebrow as she shoved herself against Eric, pressing his back into the grillwork of the van.

She reached down and scooped up another handful of her pussy juice, smeared in on her lips and kissed Eric on the mouth. Jamie could see that her sex was overpowering him, just as it had the other two men. Eric felt weak in the knees.

"I love your tits, Jamie... please... please don't ever leave me."

She continued to mash herself against Eric's pole, keeping him on the verge of exploding. She was enjoying seeing this mountain of a man gasp and sigh from her touch, her taste, her smell. She was making no promises for now.

"I want to marry you. I want to make you happy. Whatever you want." He pleaded.

The only thing that would make Jamie happy right now was to taste Eric's hot load of spunk. She wanted to be filled. She ached for the taste of it. The thought of domestic wedded bliss or everlasting love was the LAST thing on her mind. She squeezed his balls and kept humping his shaft. She could feel her own moistness escaping down her inner thigh.

"You think you can make me happy??" She asked.

"Oh yes. I do anything you want. Just don't ever leave me."

Now Jamie felt a surge of feminine power. The tables had turned. Eric was her slave and she reminded herself that she could have the world if she wanted it.

"Don't ever LEAVE you? Ever??" Jamie teased.

Eric reached up and kneaded Jamie's boobs, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt an overpowering desperation. He was in ecstasy but at the same time panic-stricken at the thought of being out of Jamie's presence for even a second.

"Please. Please marry me. I want you all to myself. Forever."

"MARRY you?? FOREVER??", she answered back in a girlish voice, batting her eyelashes.

"I'm a lot of woman in case you couldn't tell. Don't you think maybe I'm too much for one man?" She was just testing him now... tormenting him for her own pleasure.

Eric latched onto one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. Jamie gasped. The sensation shot through her like a bolt, making her toes curl. She felt like she might cum from the nipple stimulation alone but she concealed her passion.

"Are you just going to ignore the other tit?? Is that the... Ooooooh.. best you can DO?"

Eric lunged for the other nipple and sucked. Jamie reeled from the feeling that radiated through her chest and throughout the rest of her body. Eric kneaded her tits and sucked and slurped for all he was worth.

"Oh that's good. That's good. Suck. Suck me."

She could hear Eric's breathing grow heavy and labored. He dropped down and sat on the bumper. He continued to slavishly munch and suck away while Jamie made things difficult by burying his face, smothering him. She thought she could hear him begin to weep.

"What are you crying about, lover? Isn't this what you wanted??"

Eric looked up at Jamie from beneath her two huge gently sloping breasts. Her face seemed far way with the two vast tracts of soft flesh standing between him and her. Jamie loved looking down on Eric like this, reduced to tears, desperate for her attention. Her beauty and sexual power could devastate any man and she knew it.

"...Please? ...Please?" was all Eric could say.

Jamie drew her arms together and made her boobs swell up around her chin. Doing this she could see Eric's pleading face disappear over the horizon of her bust. Then she'd relax and he'd appear again as her bosom would fall.

"I want you. You're all I want. I'll do anything for you, just promise you'll never leave me. Please, Jamie. Please promise me. I love you."

Eric thought of what he'd done to transform Jamie. He remembered the spite in his heart... how he'd basically lied to and cheated the old Jamie out of a life that was rightfully his. He felt ashamed but he didn't dare apologize or even mention it. He hadn't counted on being so overpowered by her sex. Jamie's tits were like an addictive drug to him. What could he do? What was he so afraid of? Why did he feel so powerless??

"Are you going to suck my tits or are you going to sit there crying like a baby?" Jamie asked impatiently.

Again Eric went to work, kneading and sucking on Jamie's chest, mumbling "I'm sorry Jamie. I love you Jamie. I'll always love you, I promise..." under his short shallow breaths. He was close to passing out from exhaustion. The Testostrogene had pushed him as far as he could go and now Jamie was pushing him ever further.

"Don't call me Jamie anymore."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Eric pleaded as he munched on her teat, gasping for air.

"That's a boy's name." She said.

The words echoed in Eric's mind. Did she know something? Did she remember??

Jamie reached down and gathered up another handful of her pussy juice and smeared it on the other teat. She gathered up a second handful, and a third, and a forth, until her tit was glistening and dripping in her sweet-smelling juice. By now she'd deduced that her scent alone could reduce a man to a babbling blubbering fool. She placed Eric's mouth onto the right teat and rubbed his face in cunt juice. Eric lapped it up and could feel his heart explode in his chest. Now the mere thought of taking his mouth off her nipple terrified him. Like a newborn baby whose only foothold on reality was a mother's teat, Eric was clinging to Jamie's now, sucking for his life.

She soaked her fingers again with another handful of her juice and grabbed Eric's nose, smearing it onto his nostrils. Jamie's smell filled his head. He staggered for a moment, eyes rolling back. He saw double. His cone of vision was filled by four floating tits, brightly lit by the van's headlights.

"From now on I want you to call me Tits... TITS... understand??" Jamie held his chin in her hand and spoke directly to him.

"Tits.... Tits...Tits.." Eric repeated the word like a mantra, he was on the verge of passing out.

Jamie gathered up another handful of her juice and jammed her fingers into Eric's mouth, smearing him with her own serum.

"That's right. Just... call.. me... Tits." She said with a smile as she poked his nose with her index finger.

Jamie took Eric's cock in both hands now and went to work on him, pumping him with all her strength. In no time she felt it spasm in her hands, the first load of spunk welled up from deep in Eric's balls. She felt it force its way up the tall column of flesh as she placed her lips over Eric's hole and caught the flow in her mouth. She could barely swallow it all. A steady flow of hot thick semen poured from Eric's faucet like syrup. Jamie swallowed every last drop, well over liter. It was just what she needed. She could feel her stomach fill up and she held Eric's cock out and let his fountain of cum splash onto her tits and onto the ground. What a sight. She loved seeing her huge tits smeared with cum. She didn't even care who Eric was. The sheer quantity of sperm satisfied her.

Jamie laughed as she saw his white cum splash onto the ground, forming little white pools in the damp soil.

When Eric passed out and collapsed onto their discarded clothing, Jamie climbed atop him and impaled herself on his still hard, still leaking cock. She looked up at the moon and gyrated her hips, relishing the delicious feel of Eric's organ stretching her, filling her up like she'd never been filled.

The effects of the seven injections of Estrogenex 2 had peaked. For the first time in her life Jamie Hill felt she was home... home at last. Home was being filled by a nice big cock. Home was being drenched in hot semen. Home was the comfort and the power that her breasts would give her over any man. The potent effect of the injections had peaked and would subside somewhat by morning. In her soul Jamie Hill knew she never again be just another pretty face or just another nice set of tits. Now she was irresistible. The answer to every man's dream, the object of every man's desire.

She stared at the moon and rolled her nipples between her fingers.

Her incredible pleasure-giving body was her home, her guiding light.

The thought of marrying or settling with just one man made her laugh. She looked down at Eric beneath her, passed out with a peaceful smile on his face. "You'll do for now I guess." She bit her lip and rode off into the night, tits bouncing in the moonlight.