CBA - How to Michaela the perfect omelette *insert generic legal bollocks that if you’re reading this particular story you’ve more than likely already read a hundred times before* If you’re under 18 or its illegal *blah blah* This is intended for adults only so if you’re not an adult, bugger off. Friday the fourteenth of February and Mike was single, again. He sat alone in his room, hideously naked on the chair looking at the cow women on the computer. He was overweight and reminded many of a pig in a blonde wig. He desperately jacked off to pictures of women with tails and six breasts on any site he could find. Mike worked in the kitchen of a McDonalds knock off restaurant and had no possible prospect of obtaining anything more than minimum wage and even less chance of passing on his genes to the next generation. As he gazed longingly into the pictures of pussies he would never see in real life an email popped up in the middle of his screen, annoyingly covering the money shot that had Mike’s undivided attention. Its subject was ‘CBA’ and said that this was a free subscription to hardcore porn. He tried to click off of it and close the window but nothing worked until he clicked the email button marked ‘open’. A thick pink mist started to emerge out of the speakers of the computer and suffocated Mike. Being so fat he wasn’t even able to roll off the chair before he passed out. Mike woke up in what appeared to be a stately lounge, one which could fit four homes inside the room. It was filled with large sofas and tables, comfy chairs and soft rugs. Mike would have been able to cope with just a change in scenery but he discovered the second he moved that it wasn’t just the location that had changed. His usual fat moved in a way that was he remembered as distinctly recognisable once he found it was missing and replaced with the body of a beautiful woman. His ass felt smooth and toned where once it had been saggy. The biggest change he felt was that he now had six nipples at the tip of six large basketball sized breasts running in two rows down his torso. The fact that he didn’t feel the absence of his dick aside from when he might have been jerking off was a testament to how fat he had been before. Mike realised that he was wearing a six cupped version of a lacy bra and a mini skirt that barely covered his bare ass and pussy. The pussy that was on his new female body was the first real pussy he had ever seen and realising what he now had, he enacted all the masturbation scenes he had read in every transgender story. He started softly massaging his new body and began to moan. The sexy clothes that scantily clad his body rubbed against his sensitive skin as he writhed in pleasure. The feeling of being one of the incredibly erotic and lustful girls he had always jacked off to was something that nearly brought him to orgasm. His hands wandered over his body rubbing his silky smooth skin which sent tingles to his weeping pussy. While one hand worked on his moist pussy another worked on the closest breast, he quickly found he was lactating and the orgasm that rushed through him was tremendous. Then another hand grabbed a breast, then another, another started working on his pussy and another…wait… Four more arms had grown down Mike’s sides, one next to each breast. The lacy bra was perfectly designed to accommodate his new six arms alongside his swollen lactating breasts. Mike was starting to feel stranger than he initially had been, his reaction to being transformed into a girl was to masturbate. Mike had read a lot of stories similar to his unique situation and his first reaction to all that was happening was to go right ahead and fondle his new body. Mike was hard pressed to resist his new body’s addictive pleasure centres, with six sensitive breasts and six arms to fondle each of them. Had Mike really known that aside from his body’s own abilities to divert his attention, his mind had been altered to arouse itself, he might have stood a fighting chance. As he moved to a sofa and made a vain attempt to think about what was happening, his body all the time continued to writhe in pleasure and work itself to orgasm. Mike didn’t even notice the extremely pregnant lady come in to the room. He had found that he could lick his own nipples when the pregnant woman came over and tapped Mike on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw the pregnant lady for the first time, she was absolutely stunning and her red hair flowed over a tight maid’s outfit which hugged a massively swollen belly. “welcome Michaela” the pregnant lady sultrily whispered. In Mike’s now Michaela’s head a switch flipped and her name being used made her (Michaela) think of herself as a girl and more specifically as Michaela the concubine. It seemed to happen instantaneously like a hypnotic trigger and trapped Michaela’s male mind in a body that worked automatically on sexual instinct. That didn’t mean that Michaela wasn’t enjoying every second of it but it did mean that the now nymphomaniac body was rubbing itself to try and entice the pregnant lady. “don’t worry about that Michaela, you’ll get used to it.” the pregnant lady softly spoke in between leaning into sucking Michaela’s breasts. “I’ve been here a couple of months, we’re both concubines to these *glorious masters* and we have to do anything they want” “But you’re pregnant, that’s *so sexy*” Michaela noticed that she couldn’t say anything negative about the situation, it was like a pre-recorded line that forced its way into her speech. “I’m not pregnant, you’ll find out soon enough but they’re coming so they just sent me in here to set the scene” the pregnant lady started to kiss Michaela and nearly forced her tongue down Michael’s throat. Two main doors at the head of the room swung open and ten middle aged men were led in by a ravishingly beautiful belly dancer in what reminded Michaela of princess Leia’s bikini from star wars. She felt relieved that at least her male memories were intact but the presence of men arousing her even more than the pregnant lady was disturbing. “Thank you April” the lead gentleman kissed the gypsy girl, she bowed and then walked back out of the room. “Ahh, Joanne. Are you making Michaela feel welcome?” “Yes master, she’s adjusted well.” the pregnant Joanne answered in a very submissive way. The master was a 50 year old athletic man and seemed to be the one in charge, all the others seemed to flock around him like office drones around their boss. Dressed in suits, the men took their seats around the two women as if awaiting for a show to start. Joanne had pulled her dress down below her breasts and was stroking her nipples seductively, a gypsy girl walked in dressed like a belly dancer pushing a trolley stacked with whiskeys, brandies and hot drinks. “thank you May” the master again kissed this girl and pinched her wonderfully large perky ass as she left. The drinks having been handed out, Joanne walked around offering to squeeze milk into the hot drinks. Michaela stared on in mixed disgust and arousal, her body though was already half way to offering the nearest man her breasts. “not yet Michaela, we’ll need those beauties later on, understood” the master commanded, “*understood*” Michaela automatically answered. The men talked amongst each other till the master walked over to Michaela, they all fell silent as he unzipped and unleashed his rock hard cock. Joanne nearly dived for the cock in a need to pleasure her master but he simply had to shake his head and she was forced to focus on pleasuring the nearest gentleman. Michaela stared at the cock, her angelic face had sexy puckered lips which she ran her tongue hungrily over. She dived on to it and sucked on it as if she had done it for years, her tongue moved in ways Michaela didn’t know possible and certainly wouldn’t have known how to without the group of men filling her head with psychic commands and images. Another man got up, slowly undressed and walked over towards Michaela’s mini skirt covered ass. Michaela saw this in the corner of her eye and managed a small smile while sucking on the master’s cock. She raised her ass and it gave clear entrance to a shaven pussy. Michaela was a virgin, both before as a fat lump of a boy and for a few moments more as a gorgeous six breasted bombshell slut. The man plunged his large cock into her. She was on two hands and her knees and being spit roasted by two huge dicks. Michaela’s four free arms stroke her breast, expressing milk on to the floor. One arm started to wave over one of the other gentlemen, he quickly responded to the invitation and laid down under one of her breasts. The hand went for his groin and whipped out his dick, whilst he sucked on Michaela’s nipple she sensually rubbed his cock. The other three arms began to beckon over other men. They all had the look of old money and seemed to walk with a uniform air of superiority and gleefully took their places under her breasts. Joanne stared on whilst fucking the man she had been forced to focus on by her master, Michaela was being forced into more orgasms than are possible than non-concubines . Her body shook and convulsed with the cock in her pussy, she moaned with the cock cumming in her mouth and the four men suckling at her breasts forced her into euphoria. The men on the floor came and the one in her pussy shortly after but the master just kept on gushing cum down her throat. Michaela felt her breasts, all six of them, started to swell as the cum flowed down her throat. “the cum makes your breasts *ughahhhh* grow” Joanne groaned as she straddled her man, milking him for every drop of cum. Joanne’s belly was slowly growing out, inch by inch it swelled in response to the cum being pumped into her body. All the men including the master started to move away from Michaela, her breasts nearly lifting her off the ground and the bra having been torn off by her swelling boobs. “April, May, June, could you come in here please” The two gypsy women wearing very similar belly dancer bikinis came in accompanied by a third, they all looked rather similar but all had one larger attribute. April had large pert breasts, May had wide child bearing hips and round ass and June had a very large but even hourglass figure. They had all responded willingly to the masters request. April and May walked over to Michaela each carrying a bucket. June helped Joanne slowly shuffle over next to Michaela. “Joanne here produces the eggs that make the pink mist. The mist can alter reality like magic and every man here has the ability to use it to do just that. But the eggs have one negative draw back, they are the most potent aphrodisiac in the world and have the slight tendency to send men crazy unless they can release their sexual energy” Michaela absorbed what the master was saying but her attention drifted first to the moaning Joanne squeezing eggs from her womb into the arms of June, then to April and May milking her breasts and squeezing the milk into the buckets they had brought. “the aphrodisiac quality through makes it extremely valuable to even those who haven’t got our abilities but there is something we can make that triples its effect” the master clicked his fingers and April, May and June took the milk and eggs into another room. Joanne and Michaela lay in the middle of the circle of men, drenched in cum, sweat and milk. They were exhausted but Joanne knew there was no end in sight, the master commanded them not to be tired and they instantly sat up and made out with each other. A few minutes later, the three bikini clad women emerged from the other room bringing in the smell of omelettes with them. With the milk and eggs, the people in the kitchens of the stately house had prepared giant omelettes for everybody. The men in a primal urge almost as strong as their will to fuck the two concubines devoured the omelettes like hungry animals. Michaela could only look through the corners of her eyes as her body caressed Joanna’s large breasts. Her tongue was halfway down Joanna’s throat as their own primal urges drove them to orgasm with each other. After a few of the men finished their omelettes they nearly dived upon the two almost completely naked women. The milk from Michaela and eggs from Joanne had made golden omelettes that drove the men into a sexual frenzy. One after the other the men forced their cocks down their throats and fucked them senseless. Joanne’s belly stared to swell again filling with eggs, each of their breasts started to swell again as well. Michaela realised she and Joanne were stuck there and forever going to be concubines at the whim of any man who was in the room with them. April brought in a fresh maid’s uniform for Joanne and a six cupped bra for Michaela complete with a belly dancer’s skirt. They were going to be here for a while but whilst their bodies climaxed over and over again, the male minds trapped within their heads screamed and cried. They would never be anything but willing concubines for these men.