From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:22:49 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:27:19 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (1/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 1 - Alan's Curiosity (Alan) T.G.I.F.F., Thank God It's Fucking Friday. It's been a long week with too much overtime, but the catalog is finished and on its way to the printer, with any luck I should be able to get in 9-holes before my wife gets off her shift at the hospital. Nine extremely uneventful holes later, I hear Susan in the bedroom. "Hi honey, any mail today?" "Yeah, I'm going through it right now." Holy shit! It's been over two months since I went to the PC EXPO, and I'm still getting a garbage can full of junk mail a week. Wow, new printers from who cares, and new software from whatever. Credit Card bills and, ah... CD ROM from BM&M. OK, I give up, who are they? "Hi honey, how was your day?", my wife said as she entered the room wearing her 'I had to get out of my O.R. greens' sweat suit. Her outfit, two sizes too large, is an attempt to hide the fact that she's been putting on some extra weight over the past three years. When I married Sue eight years ago, she was 24 years old and stood only 5'4", but with the cutest 32A-24-33 body that you've ever dreamt about fondling in the middle of the night. Now Sue measures in at a not very firm 34A-28-37 and about 50 pounds heavier. I can't completely complain since over the same time period I've gone from a 34" waist at 220 lbs to a 38" waist at 245 lbs. Being 6'3" and athletic, I could probably carry even more weight while not looking over-weight, but it would be nice to get back into shape (the battle cry of every 33 year old). "I'm glad the week is finely over. How was your day, or should I say last two days since I haven't seen you since Wednesday?" "Very long, and I have some bad news as far as tomorrow goes also." "No, don't tell me, let me guess, you're scheduled to work another double shift and I am left high and dry for the third weekend in a row. You know that when you got the Chief Nurse job at County Municipal General I thought that the extra money would come in handy, but I didn't realize that I was actually selling my wife into slavery." "Alan, I thought that we already discussed this." "I know that you've worked a long time to get this far, and I'm happy that you're happy, but I am just missing my wife a little bit. You can't blame me for that!" Another Saturday morning alone. Oh well, at least we had a great time last night. The sex has always been pretty good between Susan and myself; unfortunately with two busy schedules, it's become kind of scarce. I love my wife and I know that she loves me, I would just like to spend a little more time together. You see, Sue is a full time nurse (and a very good one at that) while I am in charge of all of the computer graphics/desktop publishing work of a large international company. Two successful careers, two people who see very little of each other. Now to go over my options: Cartoons? No. Golf? No tee time. Tennis? No partner. Computer? Hmmm, I haven't just played on the computer for a long time. OK, computer it is, in fact this will give me a chance to find out what's on that CD I got in the mail. Computer is cranked up. Lets see, File, Run, D:SETUP, Enter. Look at this! No instructions or questions, it's just loading directly on my hard drive without telling me what the program is, or even if I want it. Check this out. A big message appears on the screen telling me to remove the CD immediately. Holy shit, this CD is hot as hell in fact ahhh... It melted! I've never had that happen before, if this shareware piece of shit fucked up my CD drive, I'll sue their asses off. Another message... Body Modification and Metamorphosis installation complete! Great, that's all I need, more crap bogging down my hard drive. Well lets start it up and see what I'm about to delete. It took almost a full minute for the first screen to come up. A blank screen appears with only pull down menus on top, and somebody has got to be pulling my leg. File. Edit. View. Internal. External. Preferences. Help. Lets try File. Choices are limited, Open, Start Metamorphosis or Exit, Open it is. There must be something wrong with this program, instead of asking me to specify drive, directory and file, this is asking me to TYPE NAME WANTED. Fine, how about Alan Sherwood. ENTER FULL NAME. OK, Alan Thurmond Sherwood. A list of names popped up with birthdates and Social Security Numbers listed next to them. Oh my God! That's my birthdate and SS#. I don't know what came over me, but I just shut the power to the computer off and ran into the other room. How could that... There is no way that... How on Earth... Ha ha, that Susan, how could she possibly... I couldn't believe that I was visibly shaking over a list of names on a screen. Definitely the result of too many late night thrillers. How on earth could a computer hurt me. This has to be some kind of joke. After one hour of talking myself into it, I turned the computer back on. I re-entered the Body Modification and Metamorphosis program. File, Open, Alan Thurmond Sherwood. OK, here's the list again, I pick mine, now I can hear the hard drive working. It's drawing a 3-D image of a human body. Wow, the graphics in th... It's me! I'm staring at this perfect image of me on the screen, actually more perfect than I would have liked. I really don't care for my 'handlebars' and... What Am I Talking About. How could that be me on the screen? This has to be one huge joke! I know that logically there is no way that this can be real, and if this is a joke, lets play. If this is truly a body modification program, lets get rid of my 'handlebars'. As I tried to modify the unwanted bulge, a menu popped up saying: Excess Mass 9 kg. As I continued to manipulate the image, the kilogram count would rise and fall with every movement of my hand. I adjusted the left and then the right, but as I finishing moving the right side of my waistline, I accidentally hit the spacebar on the keyboard. The image turned 90 degrees to the left. Nice gut Alan. Not huge, but not attractive. Well this is all in fun right, so lets adjust the entire waistline. Much better. Perfect. File. Start Metamorphosis. Another message: Unable to start Metamorphosis Program - 51 kg of Excess Mass. OK, now this program is really starting to piss me off. Well, if I have to use up 51 kg of excess mass, it's time to make this image a stud. No more 6" dick, lets make it an even foot. Not enough, I still have 39 kg to go. Well we don't want a dick that long to be that thin, time to make a real 12 incher. Now I'm really stuck, 12" long and 2.5" wide and I still have 32 kg left to go. Balls, this stud needs big balls! In order to use up all of the excess, I had to give my image balls that any bull would be proud of. File. Start Metamorphosis. A new message: This will take approximately 20 minutes. You've got to be kidding. Fuck this. I'm going to take my shower and go out for breakfast and this program can work its ass off for its 'one and only try'. The only reason I'm going leave it running is so that I won't lock up my computer with this piece of shit program. ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:22:54 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:28:36 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (2/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 2 - Tower of Power (Alan) A hot shower feels great even after blowing about 2 hours of my time on that bull... Why am I still going on about the computer generated joke. If I buzz over to my friend Larry's house, maybe I can invite him out for an early lunch over at... OWWW. That hurt! How the fuck could my dick hit the soap dish? Oh my God. It worked! I grabbed the walls of the shower in an attempt to brace myself for the sight of the monster cock that now protruded from my lower regions. I can't believe it. Even while staring at this LOG of masculine meat that is dangling between my legs, my mind is still unable to view my new appendage in anything other than a clinical manner. I wonder what it feels like. Could this large limb of mine ever achieve an erection without making me pass out from blood loss? My hands tremble as I reach for my old friend, or should I say my most recent acquaintance. It is huge. I can't even get my hand around it. My balls... Oh No! I hadn't even noticed my new testicles which are now approximately the size of large naval oranges. It's easy to see why I was unable to notice my family jewels (I guess my family just got alot richer from the scope of these gems), the weight of my bouncing buddies was such that they hung almost to the bottom of the foot long love steak which I was now holding with both hands. I couldn't rinse off my body fast enough. I had decided with one double-fisted squeeze of my 12 incher, that a little more exploration of some new developments was definitely in order. Don't get me wrong, at first I was scared to death that I may never be able to have sex again, unless I can catch a nice horse who won't steal the sheets in the middle of the night. Let's not forget Susan, who might have something to say about some of the obvious changes to our homelife. The only calming factor in this whole equation is that I have the program on my computer, and I can always change myself back! I must have looked like a swarm of bees was attacking me as I shut the water off and jumped out of the shower with all the excitement of a shipwrecked sailor spotting Miss October. I ran (and slid) all the way to the bedroom where a full length mirror awaited my burning glare. Soaking wet I stood in front of the reflective glass, but what caught my attention first wasn't the enlarged genitals which had slapped both sides of my thighs as I ran down the hall, it was the narrow trim waist which now outlined a physique that Sue would cream over. In other words, nice bod... ...lets play. I don't understand this, I've been jerking with both hands for 15 minutes and I'm still barely excited. This tool is defective, in fact it feels almost numb. I think I better get back to the computer and see if I can fix it, because it's definitely broken. * * * * * I'm glad that the computer was left on, at least that will save some time. The screen still shows the image of what I have turned myself into. Lets see, Edit, uh oh... it won't let me undo. Lets try View: Internal. External. Zoom In. Zoom Out. Fit to Screen. Still no help, how about Preferences. Unbelievable, check these selections out: Like. Dislike. Personality. Pleasure. Jewelry. Artificial Implants. OTHER. Lets give pleasure a bash. A full checklist popped up showing X'd boxes of my personal preferences as far as pleasure is concerned, and the list seemed to be four columns wide and ten pages long, with each response having three boxes next to it labeled Moderate, Major and Extreme. I think that I might be forced to come back to this section sometime, but for now lets fix my problem without starting any new ones. Lets try External. Now we're talking: Color. Texture. Senses+. Click of a mouse button on Senses+. A side menu shows more selections: Sound. Sight. Smell. Taste. Feel. BINGO One click on Feel and my troubles should be cured. Nothing happened except the pointer changed to a small dot and other dots appeared all over the image of my body. At closer examination, the dots on the body are in clusters of different densities, and now the problem seems clear. Closer inspection of the penis shows approximately the same sensitivity ratio of my inner thigh, that's not right, which means that when I stretched my penis earlier I must have spread the total number of nerves to cover the entire new surface area of this much larger version. By placing the dot on the organ in the image and hitting the left mouse button, a new dot appeared. I think I'll just cover my new dick with dots and see what happens. Start Metamorphosis. This will take approximately 2 minutes. I figure if it is going to take two minutes, I'm going to see just how fast it works. With both hands I start polishing the semi-numb lump between my legs. Ewww... I can feel a little bit more sensation and ahhhhhh... I've never blown my cork that quick in my life. I still have one minute left to go and ahhhhhh... I wasn't even ahhhhhh... touching my ahhhhhh... dick. I've got to ahhhhhh... get rid of some of ahhhhhh... the nerve endings before ahhhhhh... I pass out. Oh no, ahhhhhh... it's not done ahhhhhh... yet. ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... Finally ahhhhhh... done. ahhhhhh... Must ahhhhhh... change ahhhhhh... back. ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... File. ahhhhhh... Start ahhhhhh... Metamorphosis. ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh............. As I came out of the 'gray' that's surrounding me, I find myself laying on the floor, drained of any/all energy that I've ever had. I slowly open my eyes and begin to raise my head. I guess I must have passed out while I was worki... Holy shit! I'm literally covered in my own cum. After I passed out, I must have fallen out of the chair onto my back and continued to ejaculate until the sensitivity level of my dick dropped below the level which only requires a draft or breeze to reach orgasm. Judging from the amount of semen under the computer table and on my chest, if I hadn't dropped the number of nerves in my dick before I passed out, I might have died from loss of bodily fluids. I'm not sure if any more of this experimentation is good for me, maybe it would be better if I just restored my body to its original configuration and then format my hard drive to get rid of this program for good! I reached down and gently touched my extremely sticky friend and was greeted by the most delightful sensations running from the glans, down the shaft and deep into my slightly deflated, but still enormous balls. "Sorry Big Guy, but I'm a little too tired to play." After what seemed like hours, probably closer to 5 minutes, I managed to extricate myself from the pool of slime and make it into the shower. The rush of hot water on my body started to revive my senses and to my utter delight, revive my now perfectly tuned foot-long hot-dog. The stimulation that the water caused to the lower regions was just short of total bliss, I could feel the water flowing off my washboard stomach, breaking into three separate paths, ending as a tickling stream of pleasure off the three most important things in my life at this very moment. As my senses started to come back on-line, my mind attempted to study this new and exciting development. "The only explanation that makes any sense is that unwittingly I had balanced the nerve endings almost perfectly. Not bad at all for a rush job I might add." Lost in thought over the possibilities of my new program, which moments before I had sworn to delete, I turned to get the shampoo. I know that the saying is 'I don't need a ton of bricks to fall on me' but a tile wall will have this same effect if your presently sensitive 12" dick smacks the wall. After the pain subsided, I started to plan some of the things that had to get done before Sue gets home tomorrow night. First things first, if Sue notices all of the changes I've made to myself, I'll have an army of doctors peaking in every bodily orifice that I have (and maybe a few I don't have) for the next 10 years. Secondly, I only have about 18 hours to explore the new program and come up with some modifications to my unsuspecting, but soon to be grateful (I hope) wife. Just before I got lost in the possibilities some new and unusual body variations, I was drawn back to reality with the thought of cleaning up about two quarts of Grade A spermatozoa produced by the testicles which were at present hanging to just above knee level below my swaying appendage. * * * * * An hour later, and two rolls of paper towels later, clean-up is finally complete. Time to play. I think that I'll come up with a list of alterations and a corresponding timetable to alleviate suspicion. Impatience was my greatest enemy as I tried desperately to calculate just how much growth or reduction could take place without drawing attention. Completely drained of energy and 5 hours later I had come upon two undeniable truths: (1) The most unfortunate part to having a logical mind, is the loss of excitement and enjoyment involved in the process of deduction. and... (2) Fuck It! I decided that no time period could possibly make the changes that I had in mind seem natural or rational, so therefore, there's no time like the present! I advanced upon the computer as a child might approach his favorite sports idol, with awe. Since I had not remembered to turn off the computer, my 'Golfcourses of the World' screensaver was hard at work preventing monitor burn-in; although knowing that the image hiding behind those beautiful fairways was non-other than my new physique and equipment, burn-in of that phantom figure didn't seem detestable. Now to settle on a timetable. "Who gets changed next, Sue or I?" Well I'm feeling pretty good about myself already, so Sue it is. "Should I change Sue at work or at home?" With the hours and random schedules at the hospital I don't know when, or for how long she'll be home, but no matter what improvements I make, I'm sure that a period of adjustment will be necessary. After some serious thought to the repercussions Sue could be held accountable for if a slip-up occurred in the operating room, at home seems to be the only logical choice. That does produce one last question, "Should I make any adjustments to Alan Jr. for Sue's size?" or better yet "Should I make any adjustments to Sue to accommodate Alan Jr.?". The latter! One phone call later reveals that I have about 3 hours before Sue gets home; however the good news as informed to me by Beth, Sue's friend in intensive care, is that a major accident on the local interstate has had the O.R. going non-stop and Sue will probably come home exhausted and wanting sleep (a perfect time to make changes). If I get everything prepared quickly and ready to go, Alan Jr. should have a playmate in under 4 hours. File. Open. Susan Rose Sherwood. None listed? Let's try this another way. Cancel. File. Import. Susan Rose Nolan. There she is, I should have guessed that they'd use maiden names. ENTER. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with this program, but I haven't made one change to her yet and it already reads 210 kg of Excess Mass. Sue's thighs trimmed down, waist tucked in, butt lifted, belly flat, breasts enlarged, taller by two inches - 267 kg of Excess Mass. I have to figure out how to get rid of this excess rather than build up more, but I'll figure out what to do after I've finished making my changes. Zoom in on face. Thinner cheeks. Fuller lips. Longer hair. Fuller eyelashes. Finer eyebrows. Get rid of the start of her double chin. Adjust skin tone, while removing any pigmentation flaws. Say good-bye to "crows-feet". Soften skin texture. Let's try View. Internal. I can't believe this, I'm now looking at a cut-away of my wife's head and throat. After fixing her deviated septum and lengthening her tongue by almost an inch, all concentration moved to her throat. After I've figured out how to widen and lengthen her esophagus to accommodate my now over-sized member, I wasted about 15 minutes figuring out how to suppress her gag reflexes and add additional pleasure receptors to her throat and tongue. My reasoning on this matter is simple, yet irreproachable, if Sue enjoys the sensations, she'll want to do it more often, which brings up a few other areas in question. Zoom in on pussy. Make clit about three times longer and twice as thick around. Remove all hair from rectum to belly-button except for a little heart shaped tuft just above her new clit. Extend both sets of labia about an inch. View. Internal. Now I can see Sue's insides. Open and extend the vaginal canal to accommodate Alan Jr. and while I'm here I might as well double her sensitivity around the back of the canal, that way my new penetration power will feel great for both of us. I see no reason to stop at the front door, so I fashion a twin access for anal entry with the same pleasure receptors at the top. I figure that tripling the amount of sensation on her enlarged clit and labia should do the trick. Zoom out. Zoom in on tits. Extend and widen nipples and areola. A little more. A little more. Oh what the hell, lets just go for it. Sensitivity should be boosted about five times I guess. Tits a little bigger. Good. 223 kg of Excess Mass and only one more hour left. Now to get to a section that I had committed to memory when I first started playing with this program - Preferences (Likes, Dislikes, Personality, Jewelry, Artificial Implants). Preferences. Likes. Now here's a dilemma, should I turn my loving wife into a sex kitten and then fine-tune later, or should I wait to see how she reacts to the physical changes first. The tension on my zipper is a dead giveaway as to my preferences - SEX KITTEN ON BOARD. I move all sex related to Extreme, giving no exception to male-female, female-female or male-male categories (I guess that in Sue's case, removing male-male inhibitions shouldn't have any effect). Preferences. Dislikes. Sex-related topics turned to Moderate. Sues' personality is something that I would never tamper with, so that menu goes undisturbed, in fact I didn't even bother to take a look. Preferences. Jewelry. JACKPOT (I've always wanted Sue to get pierced nipples, but being a nurse I had always received the same response, "It's dangerous, you could get an infection or worse from a dirty needle." Except this time no needle is necessary!) - How about two gold rings in each nipple, both horizontal but with large ones in back and slightly smaller ones up front. Six large gold rings equally spaced down each labia major and six slightly smaller ones down the labia minor. Two large rings through the clit. Last but not least, one ring at the top of her flat-bellied belly-button. Still have 228 kg of Excess Mass with less than fifteen minutes left. Preferences. Artificial Implants. I've never even heard of most of these things before. Nipple Erectors. Nipple Vibrators. Clit Extender. Clit Vibrator. Vibrating Vagina. Sucking Vagina. Vibrating Rectum. Sucking Rectum. Vibrating Throat. Extending Tongue. Vibrating Tongue. Magic Fingers. I just couldn't help myself, as you might have guessed I chose everything. This last list worked out perfect for me since the Excess Mass indicator just changed to 3 kg Insufficient Mass. Slightly longer clitoris (another inch) and the indicator disappeared. All done with five minutes to spare. *Mental Note* - When I have more time, I'll have to check out Preferences. OTHER. * * * * * Trying to relax while I waited for Sue to come home proved impossible as the thoughts of some of my revisions pulsed from my brain to my throbbing dick. Thoughts of the gratification my body will receive in just a few short hours, kept 12 inches of anticipation standing at attention, yet I couldn't shake this nagging feeling. One thought that kept haunting my mind, "How will Sue react to all of these changes?" As my conscience worked overtime, I couldn't help but wonder if I should consult Sue first or not. These thoughts were strong enough to cause a cascading effect through-out my senses, as evident by the large flaccid lump in the front of my pants. My mind tossed around the idea of postponing the transformation until my ponderings were shattered by the sounds of my wife's car pulling into the driveway. I greeted her at the door with all the anticipation of a puppy waiting for a treat. Sue was obviously exhausted, but gave me a warm hug and a kiss and told me she had to get some sleep, that she would make something to eat later. I followed her into the bedroom asking how her shift had been, the only response received was a barely audible grunt about busy...busy...busy. She shrugged off her greens and crawled into bed. My attempts at cuddling were shrugged off until the low snore of bad sinuses and unconsciousness fell over her like a blanket. I slinked out of the bedroom rather frustrated. File. Start Metamorphosis. This will take approximately 1 hour and 24 minutes. ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:22:57 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:29:33 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (3/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 3 - Body of Pleasure (Alan) I could hardly wait. I paced back and forth in the living room, stopping every two seconds to make adjustments to my rigid crotch which was making it difficult to walk. My stomach started growling bringing on the self-realization that my last meal had been yesterday. I entered the kitchen seeking to build up enough strength so that I may have the endurance I will require for the next few hours of what will hopefully be the best sex that I have ever had in my life. An overstuffed omelets sounded quick and filling. As I went through the motions of making my meal, my thoughts were trying to imagine what artificial implants might be available for the male physique. A giggle escaped my lips as I thought about the possibilities of the Penile Extender, or better yet, the Turbo Ejaculator. As I started to add some chunks of ham and tomatoes to my omelet, I was struck with an odd feeling that my T-shirt was irritating my nipples. I've always had very sensitive nipples when it comes to wool or other abrasive fabrics, but cotton very rarely bothers my hairy chest. I dumped diced cheese and onion pieces into the pan and proceeded to dream of which piercing I will put on my own body. Dinner in left hand, cup of soda in the right, and heading for the living room to eat while watching some TV and to take my mind off the wait. The food smelled glorious, I don't know if I'm just starved or if this is the best damn omelet that I've ever smelled. I swallowed each mouthful in large gulps, savoring the feel of the food sliding down my throat. When I went to wash it down, the coolness and feel of the soda almost made me orgasm. Something's wrong! My mind raced through the different impulses that my body was receiving, first my nipples were being... Oh shit!!! It was only natural for me to look downwards while I was thinking about the strange feelings I had gotten. What was not natural was the small bumps protruding from my T-shirt. My hand shot down to the front of my jeans to find a prominent bulge; however, it doesn't feel near as full as before. I shot off the sofa as if I had a snake up my ass. My pants felt loose and baggy. I pulled down my jeans and jockeys in one motion to reveal that my groin had reverted to its normal size, in fact it looked to be slightly smaller. I pulled up my jeans and ran to the computer to see what had gone wrong. This will take approximately 49 minutes. Everything looked to be going right on schedule. The counter was down to 49 minutes and... oh my god. At the top of the screen it still showed Alan Thurmond Sherwood. My mind raced to compute how this could be, until I remembered that when I had tried to bring up Susan's image, I had used the File. Import. commands instead of File. Open. commands. I had inadvertently changed my image to that of my wife's. That explains the Excess Mass indicator as soon as the image came onto the screen. As I stared at the countdown and tried to figure out exactly what I had done, I caught the reflection of myself on the monitor. My hair was now much longer and my chest was now noticeably poking at the front of my shirt. I reached for the ESC button in an effort to halt the progress of this transformation. No effect. I tried ENTER, SPACE BAR, CTRL+ALT+ESC, PAUSE, BREAK... nothing. I thought about rebooting, but if I accidentally damaged any of the program files, I might be stuck like this. My only option was to wait for the program to run its course and then change myself back. This will take approximately 45 minutes. I pulled out the collar of my shirt to inspect the current state of affairs when I was greeted by two A-cup breasts with extra large nipples floating on a hairless chest. My fingers released the fabric with an urgency that sent jolts (not completely uncomfortable jolts at that) through both nipples. My contemplation level soared as I tried to prepare myself for some of the things that the next 45 minutes will bring. I quickly decided to lock myself in the second bedroom, where Sue won't accidentally wake and find me, and wait this out. My clothes now hung on me like one of those ridiculous "I've Lost 150 lbs By Eating Banana Peels" commercial after pictures, which made getting to the bedroom much more difficult due to the fact that it's upstairs. After finally reaching the bedroom, I locked the door and let go of the waistband of my jeans letting them drift towards the floor in a lump around my ankles. I stepped out of the ill-fitting garment and headed for the bed. Going up the stairs, I had felt my tits jiggling around like crazy, rubbing my increasingly receptive nipples against my T-shirt which was driving me wild with lust. Looking down I noticed that I had to be at least a B-cup by now, and my nipples were sticking out so far that you could even make out tiny bumps starting to protrude around each nipple. I laid down, pulling the covers up over my body, and tried desperately not to think about any signals my body might send to my brain. Laying on my back with my arms at my side, I stared straight at the ceiling. It was getting dark out by now and I had not turned on a light upon entering. As I gazed out into space, my thoughts started to bounce from one erotic image to another. The disturbing part was that the images that were getting me really hot, were of me sucking cocks of all sizes, licking pussies, getting fucked up the ass, getting fisted in a pussy that hasn't even developed yet, or has it? I reached over to my crotch to find a smooth mound hiding behind my BVD's. My hand creeped under the waistband to find a small tuft of fur with a small protrusion just below it and a slightly rough, indefinable surface below. Nothing had completely formed at this point. I removed my hand from my shorts and decided that curiosity was too great to just lay there and wait for everything to happen. I got up and turned on the light to be greeted by my image, best described as an attractive transvestite, gawking back at me from the full length mirror next to the bed. I removed my T-shirt to the jiggle of two gorgeous C-cup tits with fantastic headlights bobbing around. Long blonde hair came flying over the front of my face as soon as the shirt cleared my head. As I swept the hair out of my face, I could now start taking stock of some of the changes that have already occurred. My face had already taken on a completely feminine appearance and all of the facial hair had completed its transmutation. The arms and hands that moved around this torso in the mirror, were thin and graceful looking. My waist curved in gradually under two perfect orbs, all signs of hair was long gone. My shorts look like they are barely hanging on to my now larger hips and the front pouch drooping like a neon sign flashing "Vacancy". My legs are entirely feminine and extremely attractive with cute little feet pasted at the bottom for support. I wiggled my hips twice and watched the last shred of my clothing slide down those Barbie Doll legs to the floor. I could now see a slit forming underneath a short tuft of heart shaped pubic hair. My dick had not completely disappeared yet and dangled loosely under the point of the heart. I went to examine what was left of my 12 inch stalk of glory, and almost passed out from the wave of pleasure which consumed my body. I had grabbed it like a dick, I had no idea that a clit on a woman was so reactive to sensory contact. I could actually see the labia forming underneath that pleasure post. I turned in the mirror and saw the ass of a goddess. A saying came to mind, "I love a beautiful pair of legs that go all the way up and make an ass out of themselves." At this point I would normally say Perfection, but this would only be perfection when it was happening to my wife and not me. Oh god, something's wrong... * * * * * I just made it back to the bed as this heavy weight manifested itself in my stomach, tits and crotch. I lay there as this feeling of being churned like butter from within and without. I wasn't in pain exactly, but discomfort was too weak a word to use for what I was feeling. I lay there in the fetal position, trying to disembody myself and rationalize what could have gone wrong. What seemed like hours later, but was probably more like 5 minutes, everything returned to normal (or what normal is for a woman). I started to get up slowly, and orgasmed. In an attempt to keep my screams down, I almost bit through my lip. I was still shaking like a leaf when I recovered and tried to make my way to the mirror. I walked across the room with legs apart and like I was balancing a stack of books on my head, showing great effort in trying not to let anything jiggle or touch. What I saw when I got to the mirror caused me to orgasm just from the sight of me. With tears running down my face, I gazed at perfect DD-cup tits, not hanging but jutting straight out, with fantastic wide areola sticking out about an inch and nipples made for sucking extending two inches past the areola. Each nipple had two incredible gold rings hanging from them in a sight breeding passion. Looking down a flat stomach, sporting a ringed belly button, a jewelry store would have been proud of all of the ornamentation lining a perfect gaping pussy. The only thing obstructing the view was a 3 inch clit with two large rings going through it. I ran my fingers through the rings dangling between my legs and received my third orgasm with even greater intensity. I wasn't sure whether I could take much more of this. I unlocked the door and made my way downstairs while sustaining a constant state of arousal. As I approached the computer I noticed that a menu bar was still blocking the center of the screen. This will take approximately 5 minutes. What could possibly be left to do? I stared at the computer waiting for the program to finish re-arranging my molecules. I felt my nipples tightening and my clit coming to attention. A low humming started from deep within myself. It didn't seem to be coming from any spot in particular, but seemed to be centered around my erogenous zones. My right hand unconsciously reached down between my legs and a bombshell dropped that was like nothing that I had felt before. My fingers seemed to have a life of their own as they separated my labia and started to venture inward. I found that I had little or no control of my hand as it ventured farther into me unhindered. One knuckle, two knuckles, finger joints and thumb, oh god... this is heaven, the widest point of my hand slipped in with no difficulty, then the wrist. I couldn't believe some of the sensations that my fingers were able to produce with absolutely no instruction from me. It didn't even feel like normal fingers inside me, they seemed to turn and twist in a manner that normal finger joints are incapable of doing. I looked down at my left hand to get the shock of my life, my fingers were all pressed together to form the shape of a dildo. My clit started to vibrate at the same time that my nipples came alive with their own resonance. I fell to the floor with this new stimulation attacking me without warning. As I brought my left hand down to brace myself from the impact, it took this opportunity to plunge into my unguarded anus. I saw stars. After countless multiple orgasms, I managed to wrestle my hands out of my orifices. I got up from the carpet and made my way to the master bedroom. All thoughts of changing back to my original form were being blocked by raw passion. I wanted sex now! I approached the sleeping form of my wife and slid the covers off of her. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts as a nightgown, and since it had ridden up above her boobs, I could tell that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I slid into bed head first with an insatiable lust. Both hands were extended to grab both tits and let my Magic Fingers go to work, while my Extending and Vibrating Tongue made a beeline for her pussy and asshole. My wife was startled out of a restful sleep, in pitch black darkness, to stimulation that she was ill-prepared to receive. My tongue, already moistened, slid easily into her pussy and started vibrating and wriggling around like a snake under a lawnmower. My fingers formed into perfect fitting cups that engulfed her tits, interior protrusions manipulated her breast flesh and nipples with a knowledge of eroticism she'd never experienced before. Sue started to wiggle around as this molestation started to have the desired effect and waves of orgasms started to overtake her. In the middle of one of the strongest orgasms, I let go of her breasts and shifted around on the bed so that my pussy was just over her face. I believe that this is the first time that Sue realized that a woman had been servicing her sexual needs. Sue reached up with both hands to push me off and before I had even realized what was happening, both of her hands were drawn into my nether apertures. What followed could only be described as a sucking as her arms were drawn into me up to the elbows. I was in seventh heaven and my arms came up to assist my tongue which was still buried deep in her pussy. Both hands went for the closest opening and my tongue literally wrapped around Sue's clit and started vibrating with a vengeance. Sue, to add her part to this inhuman sex act, started to lose control again and her arms flailed around inside me, driving me over the edge once more. I could feel my hands making themselves long and thin and filling both her ass and pussy, yet still finding room to maneuver into every pleasurable spot that they could find. Sue passed out sometime during the night, and I can't even remember most of what happened after that. This body on auto-pilot was a dangerous, yet thrilling ride. * * * * * I awoke to a strange feeling of fullness between my legs and down my throat. When I tried to sit up, I discovered one of my hands still buried in my wife's anus, the other was elbow deep down my own throat. I was also contorted in a strange semi-seated position on top of Sue like I was sitting directly down the middle of her chest. I managed to remove both of my hands and watch them morph back to normal looking fingers. I sat up on top of Sue's chest and I noticed that both of her arms were laying at her sides, but I still couldn't get up. Closer examination revealed that my sucking rectum and pussy had swallowed both of Sue's small breasts and I could actually feel parts of my over-sized pussy and rectum caressing her still erect nipples inside of me. I finally managed to release my wife's tits from my artificially enhanced openings. I stood slowly so that my jewelry wouldn't insight anymore sexual encounters with my still unconscious wife when I heard Sue stirring for the first time. I turned slowly to see if she was starting to come around. Sue was sitting on the edge of the bed and her hand shot out and grabbed my huge ringed clit and yanked it upwards, since I had removed most of the pain receptors from the computer image that I had accidentally turned myself into, only extreme pleasure shot up my now flat stomach, around both of my enormous melons, and up to my brain. My hypersensitive body responded immediately and my head shot back trying to absorb the new, erotic sensations. My shoulders were thrust back and my body contorted into a pose of a beautiful blond goddess being lifted off the ground by her clitoris. Sue reached out with her free hand and grabbed the rings in my left nipple and started to twist. My brain hit overload, darkness... ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:23:00 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:30:37 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (4/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 4 - Sue Wakes Up (Sue) I'm holding this centerfold bitch up by her clit and nipple when she passes out on me and collapses to the floor. I had assumed that the pain generated by my abuse of the most sensitive pieces of her anatomy would make her controllable; however, if I didn't know better I would swear that she had orgasmed several times as I tried to make her huge clit touch the ceiling. I dragged her to the side of the bed and lifted her upper body onto the bed and then threw her legs up next to her. I don't know who she is, but if this is the bitch that raped me last night, I'm about to get even. Where the hell is Alan and how did this bimbo get in here passed him? After yelling at the top of my lungs for my husbands help, I figured that I better immobilize this tart before she comes to and then I'll look for Alan. I grabbed some old pantyhose and tried to figure how to tie her up. Having never been involved in girl scouts or knot tying classes, I didn't know where to begin. While trying several feeble attempts at tying her up, I was able to take inventory of this most unusual person laying in my bed. Nipples and areola that were so over-sized that the only reason that they didn't look totally ridiculous, was because there size was overshadowed by the huge firm breasts that jutted out of her chest. A body that would make any aerobics instructor sell her soul for, and some of the most unusual genitalia that I had ever seen. A clit as big as my thumb, and labia hanging out like mud-flaps. All-in-all, a sex slut. All of these strange physical attributes, combined with the multiple piercings all over her body, gave me an idea. I wrapped one pair of pantyhose several times around her left wrist, then I sent one of the loose ends through the nipple ring on her right tit and then tied a series of tight knots. Following this same procedure with the right wrist and left tit left her arms criss-crossed and stuck to her chest. Since I really didn't want this blonde bimbo to rape me again, I figured that tying up her legs in approximately the same manner was a good idea. I bent her left leg at a harsh angle so that her left ankle was right in front of her crotch. I wrapped another pair of pantyhose around her ankle several times, and then passed a free end through all of the rings on her left labia majora. The right leg followed suit and in no time at all, she was cross-armed, spread-legged and completely open and helpless. I searched the entire house and could not find any sign that Alan had been here, except for the fact that his car was still in the driveway and that a trail of his clothes led from the spare bedroom to the den. I decided to go wake up sleeping beauty and find out what she had done to my husband. As I entered the bedroom, the sight of this bound vixen almost floored me. I guess the saying that you can't see the forest through the trees was quite correct, because the beauty of this strange woman had completely escaped me while I had been tying her up. I felt my juices lubricate my still-stretched pussy as I approached her unprotected form on the bed. I had to find out what she did to Alan, but who said that I couldn't have fun doing it. I went downstairs to the den and grabbed a thick rubberband from the desk drawer, I hustled back upstairs and looped one end of the rubberband through the farthest most ring in her clit, I then pulled her clit taught with the rubberband and tied it off to the ring in her naval. I was now ready to interrogate my prisoner. I retrieved the smelling salts that we keep in the master bathroom medicine cabinet and waived it under her nose. Moments later she came around. She tried to struggle for a little while, but the perfect tie-down points which I had utilized made escape impossible. I walked up and smacked her across the face and said, "Where's my husband you bitch?" "Sue it's me Alan." "Why Alan, how could I have not recognized you? What lovely tits and pussy you have, honey. I'm surprised that I've never noticed them before." "No, seriously, Sue it's me. I can explain..." I cut her off by shoving one of my socks into her mouth. "When you're ready to talk, honey, just let me know. Meanwhile, I think I'll play a musical instrument." With that I reached over and plucked the rubberband that was pulled tight with the tension of holding her clit straight up. She let out a groan of ecstasy like something that I had never heard before. For the next two hours I sat there playing my human guitar with only one elastic cord as my string selection; however, I did notice that the intensity and rhythm of my strokes could greatly alter the muffled output. When this bitch looked completely exhausted and broken, I pulled the sock from her mouth and continued the investigation. "Had enough, honey?" Gasping for air... "Sue... Stop... I'm Alan and I can prove it." "And just how do you propose to do that?" "Ask me any question that only you and I would know." "Lady, I don't even know your name." "OK, ask me a question that only you and Alan would know." "OK, if you insist on prolonging this transparent masquerade, what color nightgown did I wear on our wedding night?" "You never got a chance to put on anything, in fact I ripped two of the buttons on your wedding gown trying to remove it in a hurry." "How did you know that?" "I already told you, I'm Alan!" ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:23:03 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:32:21 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (5/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 5 - Alan's Explanation (Alan) I don't believe this, she's laughing at me! I'm tied up like some harem slave, soaking in my own sweat from the orgasms of Sue's interrogation technique, and after finally convincing her of who I really am, she looks like she's going to split her sides laughing. "Sue, if it isn't too much trouble, could you please untie me?" "Shut-up Alan. This should teach you a valuable lesson, never open someone else's mail." "What are you talking about?" "Did you happen to open a package from BM&M and then load it onto your computer?" "Yes." "Did you happen to notice who it was addressed to?" "I figured that it had to be from one of my vendors trying to sell me some new software package." "Next time try reading the label. For the past two years I have been taking computer lessons from a friend at work so that I could become more knowledgeable in what you do and thereby create more communication in our marriage; however, two weeks ago I learned how to "Surf the Internet" and was immediately hooked. I spent all the time that I could spare on the web when I ran across an obscure description of a software package that could transform people into any configuration that you could think of. It took me three days to track down the company who sells it, and another two days to slowly sift the $3,000 purchasing price out of our bank accounts without you taking notice. I wasn't expecting it until tomorrow, but I figured that you wouldn't open my mail anyway. From the looks of things, I guess I was wrong. Now do you mind telling me why you morphed yourself into a female sex-machine, or do I have to start playing another tune with your clit string?" I asked Sue if she would untie me first and was rewarded with, "Don't push your luck." This did not instill confidence in my situation. I told Sue about everything. I told her about my big dick and balls and she laughed, but as I got to the part about trying to turn her into the blond bombshell that I presently find myself trapped in, her sense of humor started to digress. "While I'm happy that you were planning on giving me the ecstasy that your present form is capable of, I don't think that you understand what a double-edge blessing a body like that can be for a woman, but I think a quick education can be arranged." Sue left the room and didn't return for what seemed like hours. She stood at the foot of the bed and started to undress. I started to beg her to release me and was told, "Soon enough my pet." Now I started to worry. As I laid there staring at Sue's naked form, I couldn't help but notice that she was noticeably taller than normal and slightly bulkier than usual. Muscles started to define themselves throughout her torso and her breasts started to shrink. Sue came forward and warned me against struggling. she started to untie me starting with my legs. As she was leaning over me, I could see a shadow forming between her legs. She moved higher on the bed to start freeing my arms and gave me a good view of the dick that was forming between her legs. Panic is a mild word to explain my rising pulse rate now that I figured out what Sue was up to, actually terror is a better word. "Let's get that monster clit of yours untied, I think I might have some use for that after all." After releasing my clit Sue stood back, letting the full effect of her transformation hit my brain. She was growing two dicks between her now muscular thighs. There were other unusual physical changes happening as well. Her chest kept receding even after it was completely flat and her belly-button started to lower and deepen. I looked up from Sue's changing form as Sue opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but instead of words, a nine inch tongue rolled out of her mouth and kept on extending. Her chest and belly button were indenting at an alarming rate, and the rate of growth for her two cocks were exceeding that. I thought briefly about high-tailing it out of there, but I guess I was too stunned to move and besides, walking in this body causes multiple orgasms, how far could I get trying to run? The changes in Sue's body started to slow and then stabilize. Sue must have checked the changes that I had made to her/my body, and designed her/his body with all of my new pleasure sensitive areas in mind. Sue is a very clever girl! ...and I'm in for trouble! Starting at the top: Sue's head remained the same except for a 14 inch tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her chest had sunk in to approximately the same dimensions of my towering tits (even with special indentations for my areola and nipples). Her belly-button had settled in just above her most forward penis to approximately the same height as my clit and hanging below that are the two biggest cocks I've ever seen. I started to squirm as Sue approached me with a bizarre tongue-dangling smile on her face. Sue started to lean over me and spoke around her elongated tongue, "Geth rreaddy bbabbyy." I started to roll to my left to attempt an evasive maneuver from what would surely be my undoing, but before I could make a half turn, Sue's nipples and belly button erupted from her chest explosively like three tentacles latching onto my nipple and clit rings. She started to draw me closer as if reeling in her prey, and all I could do was lay there and watch the onslaught approach. Sue pounced on top of me, burying her double-cocks in my pussy and ass. I could feel suction on both tits, sucking them even farther into her chest. My enormous clit was trapped between our bodies until her naval outgrowth tugged the outermost clit ring, with an almost electrifying arousal pulse, my clit bent in half from its confinement and was sucked fully into what had been her belly-button. I could feel both of those huge cocks digging deeper and deeper as she tried desperately to get their entirety in me. I was on sexual overload! I started thrashing around on the bed as the first tidal wave of pleasure hit me. My groans of gratification were short-lived however, since as soon as I opened my mouth, Sue slid that science fiction size tongue down my throat. She stopped just short of locking lips with me and smiled. "Mmetammorthathith ithn't thinished yet." Oh shit! What else could happen, ever bodily orifice is full. I felt Sue lifting me off the bed, or more precisely, she was getting up and I am attached to her. She struggled down the stairs with me hanging helplessly off her front, my legs unable to touch the floor. She walked into the computer room and turned her head away from the computer so that my eyes could see the monitor. TWO MINUTES TO GO. I felt this stretching in my pussy and ass that seemed to coincide with the countdown on the screen. 1:30. I started to kick my legs around in a feeble attempt to dislodge the poles inside me that were threatening to tear me in two. 1:00. The dilation feeling suddenly subsided, and while gravity may not have been working in my favor, at least that swelling sensation from the bottom of my chest cavity to my lower holes felt bearable. 0:45. Nothing. 0:30. Still Nothing. 0:15. Sue started walking towards the couch in the living room with me dangling from her front section. She slowly laid down on the couch and my feet could finally touch the floor again. I gave a little push with my legs to see if I could possibly dislodge the impaling organs, and was greeted with a sharp tug of my nipple and clit rings from deep inside Sue's body. The realization of my situation must have shown on my face, since Sue started to smile and said, "Geth rreaddyy." What happened next hit me like a ton of bricks. Her tongue started to whip around in my throat like an eel on a hook. Both of my breasts felt like they were being siphoned for milk, while my nipples started to vibrate with unexplainable intensity. My clit was pulled taught and compressed, sending shivers through my spine. The two Bull-size cocks in my nether regions started to pulse and wiggle with a life of their own. ALL of these bodily manipulations were instantaneous, and sent my brain into a euphoric coma. I was unable to see myself, however I'm fairly sure that my eyes rolled all the way back in my head. My entire body stiffened with a continuous stream of explosive orgasms, and I started to feel the blanket of unconsciousness pull over me like a dense fog engulfs the shoreline. AAAAHHHHAAAaHhhhaaahhhhhh h h h... ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:23:07 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:32:21 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (5/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 5 - Alan's Explanation (Alan) I don't believe this, she's laughing at me! I'm tied up like some harem slave, soaking in my own sweat from the orgasms of Sue's interrogation technique, and after finally convincing her of who I really am, she looks like she's going to split her sides laughing. "Sue, if it isn't too much trouble, could you please untie me?" "Shut-up Alan. This should teach you a valuable lesson, never open someone else's mail." "What are you talking about?" "Did you happen to open a package from BM&M and then load it onto your computer?" "Yes." "Did you happen to notice who it was addressed to?" "I figured that it had to be from one of my vendors trying to sell me some new software package." "Next time try reading the label. For the past two years I have been taking computer lessons from a friend at work so that I could become more knowledgeable in what you do and thereby create more communication in our marriage; however, two weeks ago I learned how to "Surf the Internet" and was immediately hooked. I spent all the time that I could spare on the web when I ran across an obscure description of a software package that could transform people into any configuration that you could think of. It took me three days to track down the company who sells it, and another two days to slowly sift the $3,000 purchasing price out of our bank accounts without you taking notice. I wasn't expecting it until tomorrow, but I figured that you wouldn't open my mail anyway. From the looks of things, I guess I was wrong. Now do you mind telling me why you morphed yourself into a female sex-machine, or do I have to start playing another tune with your clit string?" I asked Sue if she would untie me first and was rewarded with, "Don't push your luck." This did not instill confidence in my situation. I told Sue about everything. I told her about my big dick and balls and she laughed, but as I got to the part about trying to turn her into the blond bombshell that I presently find myself trapped in, her sense of humor started to digress. "While I'm happy that you were planning on giving me the ecstasy that your present form is capable of, I don't think that you understand what a double-edge blessing a body like that can be for a woman, but I think a quick education can be arranged." Sue left the room and didn't return for what seemed like hours. She stood at the foot of the bed and started to undress. I started to beg her to release me and was told, "Soon enough my pet." Now I started to worry. As I laid there staring at Sue's naked form, I couldn't help but notice that she was noticeably taller than normal and slightly bulkier than usual. Muscles started to define themselves throughout her torso and her breasts started to shrink. Sue came forward and warned me against struggling. she started to untie me starting with my legs. As she was leaning over me, I could see a shadow forming between her legs. She moved higher on the bed to start freeing my arms and gave me a good view of the dick that was forming between her legs. Panic is a mild word to explain my rising pulse rate now that I figured out what Sue was up to, actually terror is a better word. "Let's get that monster clit of yours untied, I think I might have some use for that after all." After releasing my clit Sue stood back, letting the full effect of her transformation hit my brain. She was growing two dicks between her now muscular thighs. There were other unusual physical changes happening as well. Her chest kept receding even after it was completely flat and her belly-button started to lower and deepen. I looked up from Sue's changing form as Sue opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but instead of words, a nine inch tongue rolled out of her mouth and kept on extending. Her chest and belly button were indenting at an alarming rate, and the rate of growth for her two cocks were exceeding that. I thought briefly about high-tailing it out of there, but I guess I was too stunned to move and besides, walking in this body causes multiple orgasms, how far could I get trying to run? The changes in Sue's body started to slow and then stabilize. Sue must have checked the changes that I had made to her/my body, and designed her/his body with all of my new pleasure sensitive areas in mind. Sue is a very clever girl! ...and I'm in for trouble! Starting at the top: Sue's head remained the same except for a 14 inch tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her chest had sunk in to approximately the same dimensions of my towering tits (even with special indentations for my areola and nipples). Her belly-button had settled in just above her most forward penis to approximately the same height as my clit and hanging below that are the two biggest cocks I've ever seen. I started to squirm as Sue approached me with a bizarre tongue-dangling smile on her face. Sue started to lean over me and spoke around her elongated tongue, "Geth rreaddy bbabbyy." I started to roll to my left to attempt an evasive maneuver from what would surely be my undoing, but before I could make a half turn, Sue's nipples and belly button erupted from her chest explosively like three tentacles latching onto my nipple and clit rings. She started to draw me closer as if reeling in her prey, and all I could do was lay there and watch the onslaught approach. Sue pounced on top of me, burying her double-cocks in my pussy and ass. I could feel suction on both tits, sucking them even farther into her chest. My enormous clit was trapped between our bodies until her naval outgrowth tugged the outermost clit ring, with an almost electrifying arousal pulse, my clit bent in half from its confinement and was sucked fully into what had been her belly-button. I could feel both of those huge cocks digging deeper and deeper as she tried desperately to get their entirety in me. I was on sexual overload! I started thrashing around on the bed as the first tidal wave of pleasure hit me. My groans of gratification were short-lived however, since as soon as I opened my mouth, Sue slid that science fiction size tongue down my throat. She stopped just short of locking lips with me and smiled. "Mmetammorthathith ithn't thinished yet." Oh shit! What else could happen, ever bodily orifice is full. I felt Sue lifting me off the bed, or more precisely, she was getting up and I am attached to her. She struggled down the stairs with me hanging helplessly off her front, my legs unable to touch the floor. She walked into the computer room and turned her head away from the computer so that my eyes could see the monitor. TWO MINUTES TO GO. I felt this stretching in my pussy and ass that seemed to coincide with the countdown on the screen. 1:30. I started to kick my legs around in a feeble attempt to dislodge the poles inside me that were threatening to tear me in two. 1:00. The dilation feeling suddenly subsided, and while gravity may not have been working in my favor, at least that swelling sensation from the bottom of my chest cavity to my lower holes felt bearable. 0:45. Nothing. 0:30. Still Nothing. 0:15. Sue started walking towards the couch in the living room with me dangling from her front section. She slowly laid down on the couch and my feet could finally touch the floor again. I gave a little push with my legs to see if I could possibly dislodge the impaling organs, and was greeted with a sharp tug of my nipple and clit rings from deep inside Sue's body. The realization of my situation must have shown on my face, since Sue started to smile and said, "Geth rreaddyy." What happened next hit me like a ton of bricks. Her tongue started to whip around in my throat like an eel on a hook. Both of my breasts felt like they were being siphoned for milk, while my nipples started to vibrate with unexplainable intensity. My clit was pulled taught and compressed, sending shivers through my spine. The two Bull-size cocks in my nether regions started to pulse and wiggle with a life of their own. ALL of these bodily manipulations were instantaneous, and sent my brain into a euphoric coma. I was unable to see myself, however I'm fairly sure that my eyes rolled all the way back in my head. My entire body stiffened with a continuous stream of explosive orgasms, and I started to feel the blanket of unconsciousness pull over me like a dense fog engulfs the shoreline. AAAAHHHHAAAaHhhhaaahhhhhh h h h... ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:23:10 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:33:21 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (6/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 6 - Just Another Work Day for Alan (Alan) The buzzer on the alarm clock jarred me from dreamland and brought me back to reality. I rolled over feeling well rested and hugged my sleeping wife. I suddenly remembered everything that had happened the previous day and sat up in bed rather abruptly. I pulled the sheets from my body expecting to see my enormous tits blocking my view of my ornamented pussy and monster clit. A hairy chest, a medium size dick with two average balls hanging beneath it. Sue had awaken when I pulled the covers off to view myself and sleepily asked if anything was wrong. I kissed her and told her that everything was fine and that she should go back to sleep. Sue apologized for hitting the snooze button so many times and rolled over to go back to sleep. I hadn't noticed when I shut off the alarm, but I was already late for work. I jumped into the shower with only one thought in mind: That had to be one of the wildest dreams that I've ever had! I couldn't get it out of my head, through my shower, a quick cup of coffee and my drive to work, that dream seemed so real, and I could remember so much of it with such clarity. The feeling of having a huge cock that most stallions would be happy to have, and the pleasures of an enlarged, hyper-sensitive clit hanging between over-sized, heavily pierced, orgasm generating labia, these memories are so vivid. For instance, how could I possibly remember how much more intense and longer a females orgasm actually feels, if I've never experienced one? Oh well, if I don't start getting some work done on that presentation due Thursday, I'll probably end up with alot more free time to ponder all kinds of things. The first three hours of work shot by like a rocket. These multi-media presentations that the sales managers have grown so fond of take alot of concentration and imagination, but with a little diligence and hard work, they still seem to drag on forever. I can't believe that these guys think that if I bust my ass trying to make their sales pitch look high-tech, that the customer will just roll-over and buy thousands of whatever widgets they happen to be promoting this week. My eyes began to cross and my neck felt locked into one position, time for a break. I stood up and felt the waist of my pants drop about an inch. It was no big deal, so I just pulled them up as I walked out of my office. They dropped back down. A quick inspection showed that either my pants had grown or I had lost a little weight. I hoped for the latter and headed for the elevator. Downstairs at the coffee shop, Joyce the cute waitress, mentioned that it appeared that I had lost a few inches. I wasn't sure if she was just being polite or if I had in fact slimmed down slightly. I really didn't take special notice of any of this since my mind was still working out some of the details on my current project. Lunch-time almost came and went without notice. If Barbara, my secretary, had not come in to tell me that she was back from lunch, I probably would have skipped it altogether. I put my computer on screen saver and rose from my desk. I barely grabbed the waist of my pants before they slid down to my ankles. My legs felt weak and my arms seemed to have lost all strength. I sat back down at my desk and tried to figure out what was happening to me. Intercom, "Ahhh, Barbara, could you please come in here for a moment." "Yes, Mr. Sherwood. You wanted to see me." "Hi ahh Barbara ahh, ahh, I have to make some personal phone calls for lunch. Please close the door and hold all my calls. Thank you." As soon as the door closed, I stood up and started unbuckling my pants. I'm not sure why I'd unbuckled them, they would have fallen to the floor all on their own. When I lowered my trousers, the first thing that I noticed as being out of place was the fact that my legs appeared to have very little hair on them and they looked very soft and tanned. Sue always jokes about me and my "Farmers Tan", so that seemed out of sorts. I pulled up on the inside hem of my boxer shorts to see how high the tan went up, but something was wrong. I should have made contact with my hanging male equipment, but my boxer shorts just hung there. I grabbed the waist band of the boxers and pulled them down to my knees. My mouth hung open as I stood with my pants around my ankles, my boxers hovering around the knee area, my head bent over staring at my clean-shaven PUSSY. IT WASN'T A DREAM! I plopped down in my chair in disbelief. I know for a fact that this morning I had all of the required parts. As awareness took hold, I stood back up and undressed frantically to find out what other changes might have occurred. My chest came into view as soon as I had removed my tie and unbuttoned the shirt down to waist level. I'm no expert on women's breast sizes, especially when they're on me, but I would guess that I had an A-cup with almost no hair on my chest at all. My waist was about four inches thinner and my hips were soft and smooth, but holding their own. My butt was starting to lift and blossom into a much more girlish look. I pulled my shirt closed with one hand, and tugged my pants up with the other, and plopped into my chair still clutching my ill-fitting garments. I tried desperately to calm down. I reached into my middle right drawer to retrieve my mirror so that I could inspect my face for any changes. No changes from the neck up. It was at that time that I realized that my hands were the same masculine, hairy hands I've always had. This had to be Sue's handy-work with that new BM&M program. She's made it possible for me to sit at my desk with my jacket on and look natural; however, everything inside my suit would only be natural for a sixteen year old sexpot. I had to find out what Sue was up to. I picked up the phone and dialed the house... answering machine. I'll try her at work. "I'm sorry but she is in surgery right now, can I take a message?" "Could you please get her to a phone, this is her husband and this is an emergency?" "I'll see what I can do Mr. Sherwood. Hold on one moment." "Hi honey, what's up... or not?" (giggle.. giggle.. ) "Why did you do this?" "Oh, I just figured that you passed out before you really learned your lesson. Are you alone?" "Yes, and the door is closed." "Good, it should be just about time. Tell me how big your breasts are now and how far your nipples are sticking out." "Sue, I think that this whole thing has gotten way out of hand. Fun is fun, and revenge is revenge, but I think that we are just about even. Call of whatever plans you have, restore me to my normal body, and we'll talk when we get home." "First of all, I can't stop the next changes because I'm at work and all of these changes have been programmed and put on a timer. Second of all, if I had known what an asshole you were going to be, I would have given you a sex drive that would have caused you to rape everyone on your floor, including the women, and still not have been satisfied. Now I'll ask you one more time, how big are your tits and how far do your nipples stick out?" I have know idea what has gotten into Sue, but I had planned on talking her into turning me back and talking it out. She really threw me for a loop when she got so hostile and dominating. I've never seen this side of Sue in all the years we've been married, but it was now obvious that I would have to get home immediately and take the upper hand. I had to play along with Sue so that she wouldn't beat me home. I opened my shirt and gasped, I now had C-cup or better breasts with nipples extending about an inch out, but that wasn't the shocking part. My nipples were now two cylinders about a half inch in diameter with large rings pierced through both of them. I informed Sue of these new developments with a shaky voice. She said, "Great, you called just in time. Take a close look at your pussy." I stood up letting my trousers and boxers drop to the floor. The first thing that I noticed was that I now had a flawless FEMALE body, hairless, soft, curvy, tanned. I bent at the waist to see what Sue had in store for me next. My lower lips glistened with anticipation, but nothing looked out of the ordinary. I cradled the phone between my shoulder and my head to free up both hands. I reached forward with both hands and peeled open two extremely, exTRemely, eXTREMEly, EXTREMELY sensitive labia and peered at what appeared to be a perfect pink, hairless pussy. I was about to tell Sue that nothing was happening, when I felt a tingling around the clitoris area; however I still couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. My clit started to wiggle around a little bit and began to grow, but it wasn't growing larger, it was growing longer. I stared at my opened privates watching as my clit kept extending to thigh level and beyond. It was doing this strange wiggling dance like a worm out of soil as it kept growing and growing. "Tell me what's happening." Sue yelled into the phone. I was so captivated by the sights and sensations emanating from between my legs, that I had forgotten that I was still on the phone. "My clit is almost down to my knees." "Lean forward and tell me what the tip looks like." This fucking bitch is really starting to piss me off. When I got home I was planning on making everything right, and then formatting the hard drive to erase any signs that the BM&M program had ever been there, but now I think that it's time for me to have a little fun. I leaned farther over to answer Sue's question, "It looks like a tip, nothing more and noth.. .. .. it split down the middle. Both ends are wiggling around and they are ooohhhhh..." "Quick, what happened?" "You know what happened you bitch. The two ends reached up, grabbed my nipple rings and pulled me taught in a bent over position. Now how the fuck am I supposed to get home?" "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Just calm down right now. For the rest of the afternoon you're going to be able to sit at your desk and do your job with no problem, but if you plan on getting up and walking around, think again. Your suit will do very little to hide the body of a sleek athletic woman, and the amount of slack that your clit will allow will be tight, but sitting shouldn't be a big problem. As far as the "Bitch" comment, I'll deal with that later. Have a good day honey. Bye-bye." "Wait one second you cunt! There must be something wrong with the way that you figured this out. There's no way that I'll be able to sit down, I can't even straighten up." "Oh don't worry, the changes aren't over yet. You're going to have some fun for the rest of the day, so enjoy yourself while you can; oh, and one other thing, it's every fifteen minutes. I'll see you later, ASSHOLE." Click... mmmmmmmmmmm I can't believe what she's doing to me. I'm standing in the middle of my office with my pants around my ankles and my shirt hanging wide open to reveal the head of a man and the body of a shapely, mutant woman whose back is completely bent over in a "C" shape to prevent her foot-long, forked clit from ripping her pierced nipples off. I tried to untie the end of my clit from my right nipple, only to have the serpent end tighten even more to where my ass is now stuck pointing towards the ceiling. I was about to start screaming when this incredible urge struck me, I had to orgasm! I'm not talking about an adolescent boys passion for jerking-off, I'm talking about a craving to cum like I've never felt before. I had to... There is nothing else... I've got to cum... I grabbed my elongated clit and started stroking it for all I was worth... nothing. I ran my hands up to my nipples and started tugging on the rings... my clit pulled me in to a U-shape, but no pleasure. I thrust my hands towards my gaping hole... my clit grew so short that both of my tits were squeezed together by the force of my clits constriction. I started to panic as I became pulled as tight as a bow, yet still with no relief in sight. I lashed out with my tongue, which was now just close enough to touch the first inch of clit, and as it hit home I was greeted with the exact sensation I needed... ECSTASY. My body was convulsing with the most mind-bending orgasm that I had ever experienced. My spine shuddered as lightning bolts threw me forward on to the carpet. I just laid there spasming in the afterglow, not even noticing that my clit had released enough tension to allow me to almost straighten up completely. I rose to a semi-standing position on very shaky knees. I reached down and pulled up my underwear and pants in one smooth motion. They barely fit over my now feminine hips, yet hung loosely at my now narrow waist even after I tightened the belt. I closed and buttoned my shirt over my bouncy chest capped by two obscenely prominent pierced nipples. I tucked in my shirt, as best that I could, and made my way back to my desk. I still couldn't stand up straight, but at least could almost walk. I began to realize that I had just experienced the single strangest event in my life, and then methodically got dressed without one rational thought going through my head. As I reached for my sports coat to cover my more obvious physical attributes, something clicked. My mind started clearing and pieces to some of the days puzzles started to fall into place. I normally don't wear a jacket to work, yet today when I had awoken late for work, Sue had laid out my clothes to wear including my extra large, camel hair jacket. In fact, Sue never sleeps late, and the last time she laid out clothes for me to wear was four years ago when I was going on the interview that got me this job. The knock at the door almost made me jump through my skin, I straightened out my clothes, and pulled my jacket closed, and told Barbara to come in. "Is everything OK Mr. Sherwood? I thought I heard you call out but I wasn't sure of what you said." I tried to look nonchalant and sickly at the same time, "Everything's fine Barbara, except I think I might be coming down with a stomach virus or something. Please cancel any appointments I have today and inform Mrs. Margolin (my boss) that I may have to leave early today." "Are you sure your OK?" "Yes, thank you Barbara, and please close the door and don't disturb me. Thanks again." With a perplexed look on her face, Barbara closed the door as she exited the office. No sooner had the door closed when I got the same pulling feeling going from clit to nipples. It suddenly dawned on me what Sue had meant by "fifteen minutes". That was going to be the frequency of my forced, self-cunnilingus, but instead of waiting for my body to bend me completely over, I opened my fly, held open my shorts, and crunched my entire body over so that I could lick my clit. After another fantasmigoricol orgasm, I tried to come up with a plan. I needed to get home before Sue so that I could get on the computer before her, but she's already fixed me so that I can barely walk, and four times an hour I'm going to have to perform gymnastic positions to lick my own snatch so that I can ride another rocket. I needed a loop-hole. Not only had she planned this whole thing out in advance, but she thought of everything; well almost everything! ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:23:12 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:34:12 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (7/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 7 - Alan's Turn To Play With Sue (Alan) Now that I'm finally back to normal, it feels like the first time that I've been able to kick back and relax for a month, even though this has only been going on for a few days. I had to sit in my office, bent in half, licking my clit to two more orgasms until I had come up with a plan. I'm sure glad that I had that sweat suit at the office. I had purchased it about three months ago, swearing to go to the fitness center to work off this gut (3 months and I haven't even driven by the place). I donned the oversized sweat suit, which was no easy task since I was hunched over with my clit pulling at my nipples, and intercomed my secretary to tell her that I felt sick. She asked if she could do anything for me and I told her to please run downstairs and get me some seltzer to settle my stomach. I wrote out a note saying that I had to go home, tell my boss that I left and if my wife calls, tell her that I'm in a meeting so she won't worry. I left the note on Barbara's desk and took the stairs instead of the elevator since it was right next to my office and I was sure not to run into anyone. By the time I got to the first floor I could feel the familiar sensations of my clit drawing tighter. I had miscalculated the time it would take to get to my car, my head was so far bent over when I reached it that I had to walk backwards to get to the drivers door. Luckily it was still early in the morning and very few people were in the parking lot. I shoved my head inside my pants and licked myself off again. I had to pull over three times on the drive home to relieve the building tension. By the time I reached the computer I was gleaming with sweat, not from wearing the sweat suit for the last hour, but from having so many orgasms with my head stuffed down my pants. I sat there smoking a cigarette and contemplated everything that had occurred during the past few days. I still couldn't believe that Sue would do such a thing to me. Not only did she transform my body in the middle of my business day, but she also setup that contortionist sub-routine that would have surely gotten me fired. I know that I started this whole mess by going overboard right from the start, but Sue has some pay-back coming! I started to browse the program to get a better mental image of the Sue-Of-The-Future. She should be the same height and approximate build, so as not to draw attention; however, trimmed and well shaped into a slimmer, aerobic model of my wife. I almost forgot, what was that Preferences-Other about? I ground my cigarette in the bottom of the ashtray, lit up a new smoke, cracked the knuckles on both hands, and got down to business. File. New. File. Import. Susan Rose Nolan [Enter]. Suddenly it dawned on me. If I can import Sue's body, than I can import other bodies as well. File. Import. Linda Carter [Enter]. Now I have two bodies showing on the screen, and there was no problem in telling which was which. The labels above the bodies read Susan Rose Nolan and Linda Carter (stage name) above each respectively. I outlined and copied "Wonder Woman's" right breast, and pasted it over Sue's. The excess mass indicator didn't come up this time. I guess that when you start a new file there are no weight limitations. I followed my earlier copy and paste routine with the left breast. I selected the Linda Carter form and hit Delete. File. Import. Traci Lords [Enter]. I copied and pasted Traci's oversized and extended areola onto Sue. Delete Traci. File. Import. Kim Bassinger [Enter]. I always liked Kim's pert nipples, now I hope Sue likes them. Copy. Paste. Delete Kim. File. Import. Nina Hartley [Enter]. One of the best looking pussies that I've ever seen, and soon I'll find out how it feels. Copy. Paste. Delete Nina. File. Import. Ginger Lynn [Enter]. One of the prettiest and most pliable sphincters in porn. Sue will love it, so will I. Copy. Paste. Delete Ginger. Now all I have to do is make the rest of the adjustments manually and smooth everything out so that the different parts blend nicely. Adjust texture of skin (Sue will never have to worry about dry elbows and knees again!). Change skin tones to a light bronze tan except for a tiny patch of white that barely covers her pubic hair and lips, and two small patches of white which only served to enhance her fantastic, puffy long nipples. Remove all body hair with the exception of a beautiful mane of flowing hair, her eyebrows and eyelashes, and a small tuft of hair starting just above the top of her slit extending up only two inches, all in the loveliest shade of auburn creating an exotic and enticing effect. I occasionally like to zoom out and take the long-view of my work to see if everything on the computer matches what I see in my mind. Needless to say, I almost came in my pants, not that cumming in my pants would have been anything new for me today. Taking a long look helped me to decide on longer more majestic legs, thinner arms, and a slightly longer more feminine "Audrey Hepburn" neck. I turned the image a quarter turn. Flatten the stomach, lift the butt, and tuck up the chin. Another quarter turn. Better shape to the butt, smooth the back, and trim the tops of her thighs so that when she is standing straight up with her back to me, I'll be able to see the outline of her puffy lips hanging down. After fine-tuning the image to my specifications, I started adding jewelry. There were several styles to choose from but the simplicity of solid gold rings was to overwhelming. One small ring horizontally through the base of the clit, and three larger rings going down each side of her inside labia. Since Nina Hartley's outside labia are so naturally bulging, this would force the lips and rings to rub together as she walks, giving her a constant reminder of her newly redesigned sex organs. A medium ring vertically through the top fold of her belly-button just didn't look right, so I doubled the thickness rather than played with the diameter for a stunning effect. One large ring horizontally through the base of each nipple with a small ring horizontally through the middle looked awesome. Since my previous experiences with body jewelry, I had deduced that anything more this would just be overkill. Time to move on! Sue was looking fantastic on the outside, but now I needed to take care of the inside. All internal sexual orifices will be reduced to slightly smaller than average sizes; however, the pussy, anus and throat will all be extremely pliable and able to accommodate even the largest of sexual organs. Then I went back to Preferences. Artificial Implants. I chose everything! Now for something new. Preferences. Other. Two pull down menus: Knowledge and Behavior. Under Knowledge there was an endless list of academic titles. At closer examination, other more exotic topics are mixed into the list, such as: male sexual anatomy, female sexual anatomy, harem girl, gigolo, geisha girl, Kama Sutra, cunnilingus, fellatio, shrimping, etc. I checked everything! Under Behavior every conceivable option is listed in increments of 10%. My choices were easy: 100% submissive, 100% sexually excitable, 100% monogamous, and 100% uninhibited. I left all other choices at the previous settings. I was feeling excited about all of the choices I had just made. I leaned back and lit up another butt and started to daydream about the possibilities that the new Sue would present. As the glowing ember crept towards the filter, I began to realize that I had inadvertently turned Sue into a gorgeous sex slave, with the complete knowledge of how to please a man or woman, and who will be constantly turned on and unable to resist pleasing me in ANY fashion that I choose. Oops! I guess I'll just have to live with that. I would have laughed my ass off at that thought if my hard-on wasn't straining so bad for relief. This will be true pay-back! ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk From shinn@ios.com Thu Oct 31 16:23:14 1996 Date: Thu, 31 Oct 1996 10:35:11 -0500 From: Jim Shinn Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: Story - BM&M (8/8) This is my first story so please be lenient. This story is only for the tsa-talk group at this time. Please do not distribute this story. Comments always welcome. "for list-enjoyment only" BM&M By Jim Shinn (shinn@mail.idt.net) Chapter 8 - The Final Touches (Alan) I awoke on the sofa in the den, enveloped in almost total darkness (I must have been out for hours). An eerie quiet had engulfed the entire house. As I started to sit-up, the silence was broken... "I see that you are finally awake Little Man." the tone in her voice would've made liquid nitrogen freeze. "Sue, is that you?" "Yes it's me, and I saw what you were planning on doing to me also. It's too bad that I had programmed my personal file with an administrative lock-out and a proximity 'Paralysis Bubble' to detain the idiot who would try to change me against my will. Who knew that the idiot would turn out to be my same dumb husband who gave me the idea of preventing any changes to me because he had tried and failed once before?" "But I..." "I think you'd better shut-up for now before you really piss me off." she said with loathing tainting her voice. "What do you intend to do with me, if you don't mind me asking?" "I've decided to let you find out how enjoyable the modifications that you made to my body and mind will serve you. Ah ha, I can see from your expression that you didn't think that I would find out about all of the mental alterations, but I was rather thorough when I examined the file. I was especially delighted to see that you had decided to give me the combined knowledge of the ages to offer the most pleasure giving services to you. In fact, I've even decided to give you a 3" wide, 14" long dick with lemon size balls that can achieve 20 orgasms a day, so that you may fully enjoy it." "Now why don't you just sit back and relax until the transformation has finished." I knew if I said one more word that she would explode in anger. I've seen her in this kind of mood before, but now she seemed even more contrite since she was undoubtedly in charge of the situation. For the next 45 minutes, not one word was spoken until... "Ha, ha, ha...", came the belly laugh from my wife who moments ago could have passed for catatonic. The disturbing part of this laughter was that her index finger was pointing at me, presumably the source of the joke. As I stared at my hysterical spouse, I realized that in the darkened room I had missed some of the minor changes occurring to Sue, but this was all wrong. Sue's hair had stopped growing just past shoulder length and turned light blonde. Her shoulders looked tight in her blouse and her skirt revealed longer, more muscular legs. I had been so deep in thought, I wasn't paying any attention to my development. A quick glance at my shoulder showed long flowing auburn hair and... Oh shit, it's happening to me again. Why does everyone think it's so funny turning me into a woman?. "What's so funny?", I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know. "Get over here and help me get my clothes off. I already have something here for you." I was stunned, Sue had never spoken to me like that before. What really shocked me was that I was already rising from the armchair to comply with her demands. I should have been mad, or at least I should have told her off, but the only thing on my mind was to submit to her needs. Sue stood as I approached and started to unbutton her blouse as I unzipped her skirt. Before I could even get her skirt over her thinning hips, my eyes were drawn to the noticeable bulge forming from the front of the material. As I pushed the garment past her knees, my face was inches from the object of my sudden passion, a definitely new appendage hidden behind thin layers of nylon and cotton. I couldn't control myself, I dropped her skirt, grabbed the waistbands of both pairs of confining apparel, and pulled down abruptly. Sue, who is normally a very passive sex-partner, grabbed my elongated hair with both hands and pulled my face into her still forming groin as she stood over me smiling. I had barely caught a quick glimpse of a perfectly formed 5" dick before it slid to the back of my throat with one grunt. My right hand instinctively searched to play with her balls for maximum pleasure, but only found loose flesh where the testicles were sure to form. My left hand had already located her rectum and my middle finger was toying around inside her colon, pleasuring erogenous zones that I had never known existed before. I found it doubly surprising that while Sue was jack-hammering my face into her pelvis, my mouth and tongue knew exactly what to do and I hadn't felt even the slightest urge to gag. After about fifteen minutes of deep-throating Sue, she pulled me to a standing position by my hair and told me to get undressed and stand in the middle of the room. I obeyed immediately without even thinking. Sue pulled off her remaining clothes, turned on the lights and sat down on the couch stroking her 6" cock and grinning at me. "Sue, why don't you spread your legs and inspect some of the changes to your beautiful new body?", she said, or he said. I'm having trouble concentrating on why I am suddenly responding to the name Sue, but I did as I was told. As I spread my legs I could feel a jiggling sensation on my chest. I looked down to see a hairless, pre-pubescent physique sporting a 2" pecker with raisins for nuts. I couldn't figure out why, but I was actually feeling disappointed that the alterations weren't complete yet. "Stand there like a statue so I can enjoy watching you turn into my dream girl, and you can keep your eyes focused on the new center of your universe which I now hold in my hands. Do you understand bitch?" "Yes Alan, I understand." For hours I stood there watching my husbands beautiful wand grow while he just sat there laughing at my predicament and playing with his king-size equipment. As each new inch of his throbbing meat grew from his loins, so my lust and wantonness intensified with geometrically progressive proportions. I couldn't figure out why he had chosen to have a large ring piercing the head of his growing cock, or for that matter the ring which appeared just underneath his engorged balls, but all I knew was that I wanted him. I was not allowed to view my bodily changes and I was told to keep my hands at my side, but I could feel the weight growing on my chest and buttocks. My hips were spreading and my shoulders receding. My whole center of gravity was shifting and I wasn't even allowed to observe my lust-filled body convert to its ultimate dimensions. A sudden pain which dissipated rapidly broke my train of thought... "Whoa... Nice touch! I'm sure that we can find some good uses for all of those strategically placed, pierced rings. I'm not sure that I can just sit here and watch this show much longer, come over here and straddle my lap. Let's see if that new pussy of yours can handle what I've got to give it." "Finally", I thought. I almost fell as I leapt at the chance to service my husbands needs, I guess that I wasn't totally prepared for some of the idiosyncrasies this new body had to offer. I managed to steady myself and literally jumped into Alan's lap. I probably would've impaled myself on his cock if it wasn't so thick, but the force of my descent only served to bury the enormous head of that exquisite wand into my tight, but yielding, crevice. Alan's hands rested on each of my shoulders, and his burly arms began forcing me down, shoving his manhood inside me. I was lucky that I seemed to have a natural lubrication because Alan didn't stop forcing me down until his oversized balls rested firmly against my derriere. "Now that I've stretched you out enough to handle me, you start doing some of the work around here and get me off." At first the going was kind of tough, but the pleasure that I felt from servicing my master was all the motivation I needed. In a very short time I was bouncing in my lords lap with the precision of a well-oiled machine, my extended areola and long pierced nipples being dragged up and down his hairless, muscular chest. I used my internal muscles to massage his organ with a wealth of sexual knowledge that most men would die happy to feel but once in their life. I could feel my masters penis still growing inside me as it started pounding into my womb. My instincts took over and in a matter of seconds I pushed him over the edge with a toe-curling orgasm. I thought for sure that the inside of my cunt would explode with each pulse of the gigantic member buried deep inside me. Cum started pouring out of both sides of my pussy due to the pure volume of sperm my lords gigantic jewels were able to produce. As his orgasm began to subside, I could still feel my internal muscles milking his seed with an expertise that would take a lifetime to learn. The satisfaction of servicing my master could not be compared to anything that I had ever felt before in my life; yet I was still so horny that I felt I might pass out at any moment. "You may cum now, Cunt.", was the last thing that I heard. My eyes rolled back in my head and my entire being reached Nirvana at the speed of light. Epilogue Alan's memory was rewritten during the metamorphosis to that of the personality and memories he had chosen for Sue. Sue grew to appreciate the pleasures of his magical manhood and her wife's mystical charms. She especially enjoyed one of the final touches she had programmed into the enchanted computer program. At night, when she wants to go to sleep, she has Sue engulf her entire manhood down her throat, she then tells Sue to lick the bottom of her balls, she flexes specific muscles in her prick, and Sue's throat locks onto the ring at the end of her dick and her tongue locks to the ring under her scrotum. She quickly found out what a comfortable way this is to sleep, with your ex-husband left to guard the man-of-the-house's Pride and Joys, up close and personal! ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- The TSA is at: http://www.t0.or.at/~thomash/tsa for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at all administrative questions to: thomash@t0.or.at WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk