Losing To Cock

 

I can't believe this is where my life has led me, sucking the cock of the man I hate next to the woman I love. For some context, before about 2 months ago my fiance and I had everything figured out. We were happy, or so I thought. As it turns out however my wife to be had been fucking my old college bully who recently moved into town pretty much since he got here. I had no clue, I had trusted her completely, and to be fair my faith was not misplaced, she wasn't in control of herself just as I am not while I wrap my lips around his delicious shaft. You see, my old bully had something that trumped any loyalty she had towards me. He had a magic cock, and I don't mean that figuratively. Y'know what lets go back to the day I found out

The first thing I saw when entering our home was enough to destroy me, the woman I had intended to spend the rest of my life with was sucking off my most hated person in the world, she wasn't just sucking him off though, she was making love to his cock with her mouth in a way I had never even imagined her capable of. We had a pretty healthy sex life but She had never given me head as enthusiastically as she was giving him in that moment. While frozen in shock my tormenter spoke.

"Oh look who it is Samantha! It's my new plaything! I'm glad you finally caught us in the act. It was getting a little frustrating how oblivious you were."

When I finally broke out of my stupor all I could manage was "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

"Well you see, I'm finally fulfilling your destiny. Today I'm going to take what little manhood you have and make you into my little slut."

Try as I might I couldn't do or say anything in response, his cock had already seared itself into my psyche, my fate was already sealed.  

"Good, I can already see it in your eyes, the desire, no, the need, Sam would you be a dear and step aside? I think it's time I have a long overdue reunion with my old friend."

I could hear the sounds of disapproval coming from Sam as she did as she was told and pulled off his massive cock finally revealing it's full glory to me. I didn't even notice myself changing as I approached him transfixed by the one thing I truly needed in life. By the time I was to him my transformation was all but complete, I had gone from a fairly average looking man and turned into a gorgeous blonde with once again, only one thing on her mind.

Just as soon as his cock passed the threshold into my mouth I was enthralled. I no longer had a thought in my head other than pleasuring him. 

"Now that you're a more captive audience lets get down to brass tax. As you can clearly tell, I have a magic cock, you'll find that it's quite irresistible, I've been using it to sleep with the one that got away, Sam, for months now and you can finally join her as my loyal slut."

Samantha then chimed in. "I'm so sorry Alex but it's true, it all started when you were at work one day and John stopped by to catch up, well, one thing led to another and he whipped out his dick. From then on you were not the love of my life anymore, his cock was, in truth, it's been agonizing choking down your pathetic little member for months when I knew that I could just walk down the street and get a real fucking from a real man."

I couldn't even respond to her words despite them cutting me to my core. I couldn't blame her though, everything she said made perfect sense to me now that my perspective had been changed. I still loved her and I'm sure she still loved me but that love fell short of his cock for the both of us now.

"Well, that was harsh, but, I don't think that I could've explained it better. Now lets get to business."

He went on to explain some terms. Firstly he said that I could walk away at any time, if I did I'd turn back into my male self after about a week and be able to go on with my life, well, minus Samantha, he claimed that it was far too late for me to do anything about getting her back. Behind door number two was a ticket into a new sex filled life with Sam as John's personal cum sluts. All I had to do to choose option two was ask him to fuck me, the magic would then solidify and be stuck like this for the rest of my life.

"Now that you know the terms finish me off and make your choice."

That was two months ago, and here I still am. I've tried to leave on so many occasions but each and every time I come crawling back drooling at the thought of tasting his cock once more, just one more time surely, but without fail I end up back here, doing anything I can to quell the ravenous hunger perpetually growing in my pussy. I've given John countless blowjobs and watched him fuck the former love of my life even more. 

Two months, four days, and five hours after that fateful day that I was changed I gave in. The emptiness emanating from my pussy was too much I had tried everything fingers, dildos, vibrators, nothing could fill the cock shaped void in me, at least, none of those could, I had a feeling I knew exactly what I needed and I was tired of denying myself. As I entered my former bedroom I was greeted with the very familiar sight of Sam bouncing on John's cock.

"Oh look who it is, here for blowjob one of... how many are you up to a day nine?"

"No, I want you to fuck me John, you win."

"You lasted longer than I thought you would, I always thought you were a sissy who'd break at the first sight of cock, but you've surpassed expectations. Now come here and let me make you my slut."

I needed no further invitation, I climbed on top of him practically shoving sam off of him, much to her chagrin. The instant his manhood penetrated me everything became so clear. This is what I had been missing all this time? I had been denying myself this pleasure? And for what? Pride? That didn't matter no though, nothing did, nothing besides me and John's cock eagerly probing the deepest parts of my womanhood erasing any hope or desire of ever being a man again. We fucked for what felt like an eternity and I still wanted more but alas all good things must come to an end and I was eager for my reward.

I'd swallowed more loads of cum in the past two months that I could count but this time was different, I had finally accepted my place and something in me woke up, John's cum was o much better than it had ever been and as I shared by beloved gift with Sam my once wife and current partner in all things cock I couldn't wait to hop right back on top of him and start making up for all the time I had already wasted by putting it off.

Cheated pt.2

"Fuck, why can't I stop!?"

I had been laying here rubbing my pussy, something I only have had for a few hours, and all I can think about is cock, not any cock, Trevor's. My mind races thinking of all the things he could do to me in this new body and I hate every scenario but my body is just so hot and horny at the thought. I haven't even cleaned his cum out of me, the closest I've gotten was absent-mindedly licking my finger to lube up my pussy. The taste of him still lingers on my tongue and it just makes me more horny.

That's when the phone rang. I was able to tear my attention away from my prison or pleasure just long enough to answer.

"OH MY GOD! YES, RIGHT THERE DADDY, oh, you answered, anyways." the call continued with numerous grunts moans and squeals of pleasure as Trevor was clearly fucking my fiancé while she called.

"Hi Alex, listen, daddy had a great idea! We can still be together." For a moment my heart skipped a beat. "You, me, and Daddy" my heart sank. "Daddy says that if you promise to be a good girl like me and let him use you any time he wants we can stay together! Isn't that great news?" 

I hung up without dignifying such an outlandish proposal with a response. I could never submit to that man, certainly not sexually. I'd just have to move on and accept my new reality... just as soon as I cum this horniness away.

I hardly lasted a week. I couldn't rid myself of the constant arousal and deep down I knew why, it had to be him, he had to be the one to satisfy me. I knew it but I didn't want to believe it, I didn't want him to win but he already had and I just had to live with that. After those seven dreadful days I caved, I knew where he lived and I used that knowledge arriving to a horrifically similar sight.

Right in from of me was yet again the woman I loved pleasuring the man I hated. She hadn't even removed the lingerie she left in and there was a puddle of cum between her legs at the foot of the bed.

"Alex! Look slut, your man... woman has finally decided to join us!"

Sam couldn't tear herself away from his cock long enough to greet me.

"Well, I promise she's excited, any time my dick isn't in her mouth she talks about how she loved you. It's sweet to an extent. So, how about you get to work and get her pussy ready for round five of the day."

I winced at the thought, but my lust overwhelmed me, I was under her in an instant eagerly lapping up his cum from her sweet pussy, any hope of defiance was long gone. I was his now, his fuck toy, his plaything, his slut, anything he wanted or needed me to be, just so long as I got my fair share of his cock I was happy. In the end, I didn't get the happy ending with Sam I had always dreamed of, I instead got a life with her and an amazing cock satisfying us both, and whatever he had done to my mind made me love every second of it.

(I told you soon and I'm glad I was able to deliver on that. I hope not knowing the method of the transformation doesn't detract from the story for the reader, it doesn't to me and I hope that rings true with all of you aswell. That said if you'd rather know how the transformation occurs in future stories I can write that in in the future, just tell me, I just wanted to experiment with leaving it ambiguous. I think doing so helped me in writing this one since I didn't have to worry about the trap of coming up with something new or different which I fall for all too often. I know I don't have to make up something new but part of me feels like I do a lot of the time. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little 2 parter and I'd love to know your thoughts on it. Whether you choose to indulge me with critique or not I hope you have a great day all the same! ^_^)

Corruption of the Body and Mind

 (Only one image for reasons I explain in the aside at the end. ^_^)

 How did I end up here? I’ve gone over the past few weeks in my head so many times, no matter how many times I run through it I never learn anything. I know I’ve changed, I don’t know why, I don’t know if I care. Curiosity is my greatest vice however so I’m writing this hoping someone out there reads it and can tell me what happened to me.

Four weeks ago I was a normal guy, I played video games far more than it was healthy to, I masturbated, once again, to an unhealthy degree, and I had been single for nearly three years. I’m not sure exactly when it started but about four weeks ago I noticed that when jerking off I was paying more attention to the men than usual. Nothing too drastic but it struck me as odd nonetheless. A few days passed where I paid more and more attention the the guys before I was at the point that cocks looked incredible to me. Before dicks we’re just dicks, y’know? I wasn’t repulsed but I wasn’t exactly attracted to them. I mentioned that I had been having those thoughts to my friend John a few days later and he was surprisingly supportive. That’s not to say he took it one hundred percent seriously though.

“Well, if you want to you can suck me off to test it out.” He said with a laugh.

“Nice try, even if I am switching teams you shouldn’t hold your breath expecting anything from me.” 

“That’s a bit harsh, I’m just trying to help. Jokes aside though, I’m pretty sure there’s a gloryhole at the sex shop, if you’re really questioning it’d be worth a shot.”

“Yeah right, it’s probably nothing, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

“Alright man, but my offer still stands!” He couldn’t help but let out another small laugh.

After about a week I was at a breaking point, I couldn’t think about cock without getting impossibly hard. I was jerking off ten times a day and no matter how many times I came I couldn’t stop thinking of cock. 

About a week and a half passed since the changes started and I had to do something. All I could think about was cock. Every waking moment I was thinking about it, jerking off to it, craving just a taste. That’s what I thought I needed, a taste, that’s all, once I tasted it everything would go back to normal.. right? With my objective clear I started preparing myself for my expedition. I bought a wig, some female clothes and watched about four hundred makeup videos. Once I was passable I took John’s joking advice and went to a gloryhole. I tried not to be conspicuous and eventually made my way into the receiving side. It must have been a minute at most but the anticipation made it days. Once that cock made its way through the hole I froze a bit. I had run through this plan a hundred times. Taste it, realize it’s not my thing, leave. Simple... As soon as I got the tip passed my lips all timidity vanished. This is what I had been needing. I’d needed this cock all my life I just did it know it. I felt complete, as if my place was on my knees doing exactly as I was. 

I felt empty when that first cock pulled away. I had gotten my reward and made sure that I hadn’t missed any but I needed more. Luckily more is exactly what I got. A couple of hours had passed by the time I finally left that booth. From just sucking guys off until they popped I had thoroughly soiled my panties. The amount of precum that dribbled out of my dick was incredible, and that was only the start, I came three times, I never even touched my dick, just the sheer pride and joy I got with each load of cum sent me over the edge. My poor little dick was empty by the time I left that room. Unbeknownst to me however, that satisfaction, that bliss was just the calm before the storm. 

Another week passed with me draining the balls of countless men. I stopped counting at about fifty, but trust me, that is far from the current number. Around that time is when I lost my anal virginity. It was the best sex I’d ever had by lightyears, and with ever new cock my addiction grew. I was so ravenous that the shop owner had a room set up for me with a hole on each side. I alone was probably the reason for a tripling in his clientele. So many people came just for me. I even started to remember some of the cocks. For example the one deep in my ass there I’ve called Bill, don’t know why, it just felt right. Anyway, I love Bill in my ass, it was like my ass was made for that cock, or vis versa. And Tom, the one I’m getting deep into my throat, is my absolute favorite. Whoever Tom’s person is is definitely proud of him, everything about Tom is perfect for me. As much as Bill feels great in my ass, Tom edges him out slightly, while also being an absolute dream to suck and swallow. The smell that dominates my senses anytime Tom comes through is indescribable. It’s a full on assault on every dopamine receptors in my brain. The taste is even better though, it’s like all my favorite things working in perfect harmony together to make my tiny little clitty absolutely drool precum and dribble out my pathetic little orgasms. I always “cum” multiple times when having my way with good ol’ Tom.

The physical changes came soon after that. Over the course of on a get days I no longer needed my wig, soon after that the breast forms were useless to me, as each day passed my pantries fit better and better. My clitty was of course the last thing to fully depart but instead of mourning my losses I celebrated my gains. I went from a flat chest to having a nice, if not a bit small, pair of boobs was amazingly sensitive nipples adorning them. My hair grew from a short, unhealthy, mess, to long, smooth, locks that perfectly framed my face. My once male body had thoroughly shrank while my figure became much more petite. Then of course, the greatest gift from all of this was that of losing my worthless little clitty and it being replaced by a tight, sensitive, beautiful pussy. 

The day my womanhood fully blossomed I texted John to come over. As the minutes grew to fill eternity I sat there, eagerly awaiting my friend’s arrival, with my body on full display.

“OH MY GOD! I am soooo sorry, I must have picked the wrong room.” John was rightfully confused.

“No John, it’s me, Alex.”

“No way, what happened?”

“I don’t know, but that’s not exactly why I invited you over.”

“..Okaaay... why am I here then?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Ok.. wait a sec, you’re suddenly a girl and you want me to have sex with you? Shouldn’t you like, I don’t know, be trying to figure out how to be a guy again?”

“I watched as day by day my clitty shrunk, once it was gone I was so happy. Now, I want you to take my virginity, vaginal virginity that is, bit late on anal.. sorry.”

And take he did, in moments he had me on the floor while he drove his cock deep into me. Each thrust sent me deeper and deeper into the vast ocean of pleasure that I could now experience. Just as soon as the shock faded though I realized something. I knew this cock, I knew it well. I could feel every inch of the magnificent cock and knew that it was Tom. My favorite cock belongs to my best friend. 

That’s where I am now, that’s all I know, maybe you can make more sense of it than I have.

(Well, here I am again. Out of obscurity to post a story with the hopes that I’ll keep writing consistently like I used to only to of course not follow through with said hopes. This break was not wholly unfounded however, about 3 weeks ago my house burned down, I’m not going to go into many details but everyone and our dog made it out safe. Obviously, the last thing on my mind was grabbing my laptop in the moments during discovering the fire. As such, I haven’t exactly had much means to write. Outside of the clothes on my back and my family the only thing I got out was my phone so that I could call 911. That combined with the obvious shock I went through out writing into the back seat for a bit despite having been getting close to writing again just before the fire. That brings us here, I wrote this while I was in a hotel room about a week after the fire and intended to edit it and post it soon after that. Having just now gotten around to doing that I’m not in the mood/willing to go through my normal editing process, and sadly, as I mentioned before the caption, images turned out to be a problem. I had 5 or 6 picked out and ready to go but when I checked today they were all blank because I didn’t add them to the document properly on account of drafting this in the notes app on my phone. As such, seeing as I’m too drained to so much as edit I hope y’all can understand my lack of desire to re-find and replace the lost images. 

That’s all I really have to say, in short, shit happened, I’m ok, to exhausted by life to edit/repopulate this story with images. I hope despite me killing the mood here at the end all of you have been well and as always, I hope y’all have a nice day. ^_^)

(Also, I know the title is way over the top but right now I honestly can’t think of anything better.)

Neighbor

 

Coming home after a long day, it's been such a relief to took off my bra. I still never get used to have bras on me, even though I've been in my neighbor's body for almost a month now.

It all started when Kate found a magic body swapping spell, she invited me to her house to try it out. It was super weird being inside your hot neighbor's skin, but we agreed to try living as each other for a while.

I have to assume Kate's life, pretending to be her, go to work as he hanging out with her family and friends, and vice versa. We have to admit that it was actually kinda fun to pretend being each other, it gave us a unique perspective of living other people's life.

That night when I undress myself in my bedroom, as I turn around I can see my old body in my old house was looking at me. He smiled and wave to me, as I smiled back and show off my breasts.

"I will never get bored of looking at my old boobs..." I received a text message from Kate.

"Stop it, you perv! :D" I replied back. I saw his reaction when he received my text, and I can notice his hand was reaching down to his pants.

"Oh no, don't you jerk off to me like that. That's gross and creepy. Why don't you come over here, so we can hang out together. I had a stressful day and maybe you can help me unwind?" I sent another text, and upon reading my text. I can see him getting up from his chair, and came right to my doorstep.

The Morning After

Waking up at the street, with a bottle of whiskey at his side, Vic had a wild night. Vic had prepared his costume for this year's halloween party, and he's been hyping it up to his friends all year. He had acquired a body changing potion that will turn him into a girl, and he picked Snow White costume to fit his female body for the night.

He drank the potion, instantly feeling ache all around hos body as it reshape into a form of a busty woman. Vic was impressed by the change, looking at him from the mirror was this gorgeous busty girl. After a few moment of 'get-to-know' session with his w form, he dressed up and went to the party.

Of course, none of his friends recognized him, and he play along pretending to be a new girl in town named Hannah. He had a blast as Hannah, and his friends were treating him so nice. They buy him drinks, they talk so nicely to him, some of them even flirting with him. But with his new form, Vic's alcohol tolerance were also affected. In the body of this girl, Vic couldn't handle as much alcohol as he used to.

The last thing he remember was doing shots with his friend at the party, and the next thing he know he woke up on the street, having a hangover, and looking at himself wearing a snow white costume snapped him back to reality. A quick reality check confirms that he has returned to his male body. A smile formed on Vic's face remembering fun time he had last night. Maybe he should consider to get a higher dose of potion to make his short experience as Hannah be more permaent.

Live Streaming

"Alright, fine" I said as I face the camera began shaking my tits until my top dropped revealing my chest. I gave a sexy wink to the camera. I watched as my chat blew up, and donations from my audience we're flooding, just with a quick flash like that I've made thousands of dollars

I knew that my investment of this girl's body was worth it. This body cost me all of my fortune, but I can see that it worth its price. Not only I can live the life I always dreamed of becoming a girl, but aso this body has brought me fame and money.

Would You Kindly

 (Most of my asides as of late are at the end so they are easily skipped in the event the reader may not care to read them. This one however is coming partly before the story. That is because the premise/catalyst for the gender swap is a major spoiler for the game Bioshock and its iconic twist. So, if you haven't played the game but plan on playing it or just don't want it spoiled incase you ever do want to play it maybe skip this story. Also, while I have your attention I'm going to throw it out there that this story takes its premise from 'I'm a Man-pleaser!?' by Tgh0100, so if it seems familiar.. that's why, and if you haven't read it, here. It's a great read from the old days of OTGC before the original site went dark. The rest of my aside will be at the end like usual, I just wanted to make sure the spoiler warning and credit for the concept was out there before you got into the story itself.)  

Would you kindly? It's an innocent enough phrase, maybe a bit over the top, but, innocent nonetheless. That is, for everyone except me. Once everyone started getting powers, that innocent phrase gained a significantly less innocent use. Sure, it could still be innocent, but it had the ability to be used in a much darker way in regards to me now. You see, while some people gained flight, x-ray vision, or any other fantasy fulfilment powers myself and, based on news reports, about 10-15% of the powered population got powers that they would rather not have. Powers along the lines of The Thing from the Fantastic Four where they effectively turn to a rock golem, albeit with super strength. Or hell, some don't even get that benefit and are just stuck looking like gargoyles for the rest of their lives. My power or quirk, whatever you want to call it is much less noticeable, and thank god for that, if it was easily detectible I'd likely not be here writing this. My curse is something much more exploitable. I'm what some have dubbed a "pleaser" which is just a fancy way of saying slave if you ask me. Myself and, once again based on news reports, only 7 other pleasers are known, well, those 7 are known and I sure as hell wouldn't want to join that group. Those seven are little more than trophies who've been sold to the highest bidder and although everyone knows it's wrong, there is nothing that can be done. In all 7 cases the pleaser claims that they chose that life, of course, none likely did, they were instead made to believe that was the case by exploitation of their curse. Luckily for me, only one person knows of my status other than myself. That someone is my close friend John.

John and I discovered my curse when he decided to replay one of his favorite games, Bioshock. Some may already know where this is going based off just that and my overwrought intro to this journal entry, if that's the case, you can skip this paragraph, but for those that are unaware, I'll catch you up to speed. In the game a character helping you throughout the game requests you do things with the phrase, "would you kindly?" It's revealed at the end of the game that the phrase is not just a friendly request but a hypnotic trigger implanted into you by said character. That's where I come in, now that our world has been infected with powers. Each person sentenced to my same fate has some 'trigger' of their own. My trigger is the same as the one used in Bioshock, though, it's not a hypnotic trigger, it is much more powerful. If I hear the phrase "Would you kindly?" I go on autopilot, I lose all control over myself and must do as I was commanded immediately preceding or following my trigger phrase. It doesn't even necessarily need to be a command in the strictest form of the word. And, as with other pleasers it can even force physical changes in my body. 

Now that that is out of the way, here's what happened, John was replaying Bioshock and like so many times before, heard the friendly phrase, also, like so many times before, he began using the phrase jokingly whenever he would ask me for something. It started off simply enough, he'd ask for small things such as, "would you kindly get me a drink?" and other things like that whenever we'd hang out. Seeing as the requests started out as things I'd generally do because they weren't exactly outlandish, I didn't notice that I had little choice in the matter. The problem arose when he got toward the end of the game and started thinking of 'what ifs.' That combined with the knowledge of the existence of pleasers lead to our little discovery.

"Imagine if you had that power though man."

"I mean, anything is possible now John, I mean hell, just look at those poor fucks that drew the short straw and have to obey every command."

"Yeah, if only it was more common right? Like what if you could just go up to a random person and hit them with a, "Would you kindly suck my dick?" and-"

He didn't get to complete his thought, before either of us knew what was happening I was ripping his pants off and greedily sucking his rapidly hardening member.

"Yo! What are you doing, stop, stop man, stop!"

It was no use, neither of us knew what was happening for sure in that moment, all he knew was that I was suddenly acting like a nymhpomaniac with boundary issues and all I knew was that I NEEDED to suck him off as if my life depended on it. With the combination of confusion and shock John froze letting me do my job. The only saving grace for that situation was that I evidently was a good cock sucker because, before too long he blew his load and left my apartment in a hurry. I didn't know what to feel in that moment. Shame? Disgust? Pride? All I did feel was complete and utter confusion. It was a month before either of us worked up the nerve to say anything to the other, despite the time that had passed, there was little more than an air of awkwardness when we finally spoke again.

"Uh.. hey man? H-how have you been?" was all I could think to say after that fateful night.

"I've uh.. I've been good I guess.. And you?"

How do I even answer that? "I.. yeah, no, I've been fine.. y'know, same old same old."

"That's good.. I uh.. so.."

"John, I think we gotta address the elephant in the room.."

"I mean... shit, what is there to say? You sucked me off."

I'll spare you the rest of the exchange since nothing really came of it. All we knew was that we had no clue what happened. And that's how it stayed, until about 2 weeks later when we were hanging out again and I brought up Bioshock.

"So, did you ever finish up that playthrough?"

"After you, y'know.. Nah man, it was like the game came to life and I couldn't handle that shit for a while."

Fuck, how did we not realize it. "Ask me to do something."

"...Ok... Can you get me-"

"No no no, say would you kindly."

I saw understanding wash over his face. "Would you kindly do a backflip?"

That same eerie feeling of disconnectedness washed over me. I had never even done a somersault with grace much less a full on flip but I landed it with the ease of a career gymnast.

"Holy shit man! You're, you're a pleaser! We gotta tell someone, there's only like 10 of you in the world!"

"Hell No! I don't want to be kidnapped and sold to some sleazy rich guy with more money than I'd make in 10 lifetimes!"

"That's... a good point, didn't think of that. But dude, do you know what that means? We could make you an adonis. You could pull so many chicks if we messed around with your looks!"

That's what we did. We spent 4 months fucking new girls every night after using my power to transform my body into a godly visage and making me charismatic enough to pull girls for John as if he shared the same looks as I now did. It was great. Girls that wouldn't have given us a second thought before all this were now desperate for even a second alone with us. After a while though we got bored. We both kinda wanted to settle down for a bit atleast and find some girls to be with for an extended time. I landed us some bombshells and though I was able to hold on to them for a bit longer John would only be with each new girl for a week at best. Soon he grew tired of trying.

"Imma just give it a break man, they only stick with me long enough to realize they aren't going to get into your pants."

"Come on John, I'm sure we just haven't found the right one for you yet. I'm sure there's someone out there that'll love you for everything."

"I doubt it.. but maybe I'm just looking in the wrong place."

"What does tha-"

"Would you kindly call and break up with your girlfriend?"

Within minutes I was single.

"What the he-"

"Would you kindly stay quiet until I tell you otherwise."

I could no longer speak, no sound escaped my throat.

"Now, let's start making you my perfect woman. Would you kindly take on a more petite frame?"

No longer was I a 6' 250 pound man. 

"Let's try something to make this a bit easier, Would you kindly treat every command I give as if had prefaced it with would you kindly?"

Nothing as far as I could tell changed with that one.

"Let's see. Change into a woman."

Not that I could directly see a change but I now felt a small weight on my chest and I could no longer feel my dick between my legs.

"I'm a bit surprised that one worked, now that I don't need to say your trigger anymore though, this should go much faster. Rapid fire it is then. Grow breasts that are about... let's say 32A, take on a height of 5' 6", weigh 110 pounds, and grow long dark brown hair."

With every oddly worded command my body shifted, clearly caring not for perfectly sensible commands. 

"Damn, I've done good on you. Hmmm, what else, should I do? Go ahead, any ideas?"

"How about you turn me back, this is some sick shit man, I'm not some clay figurine for you to mold to your liking."

"I don't really like that idea, ooh, I've got one, go change into something sexy, do your makeup , and think of some commands you'd give if you were in my position."

This is my life now huh? I made my way to my bedroom and grabbed some lingerie my girlfriend... ex-girlfriend had left at my place and without any thought expertly applied makeup as if I had been doing it my entire adult life. Sadly, alongside my drone-like actions my mind filled with different ways to irreparably change my own life. By the time I was ready to show off my new look I had several things to suggest to John.

"Damn, I mean, I knew you'd look good, but damn. Anyways, whatcha got for me?"

My stomach dropped as I began to lay out the plan for my own imprisonment. "Well, first I'd make me only able to be controlled by you."

"Go on..."

"I'd make me naturally act like a girl, never desire to leave you, crave sex with you any time you're in the mood, and love making you cum more than having an orgasm of my own." 

With that he gave every command as I suggested, my trigger word would now only work for him, my entire demeanor changed to be more shy if not a little slutty since he was horny already, when he spoke my last suggested command I wasn't immediately changed as far as I knew but I was certain I'd soon find out just how well it had worked.

And find out I did. Our long night of pleasure started simply with a blowjob, something I had not been looking forward to doing again after the night we initially discovered my curse. Much like that night I was a skilled cocksucker evidenced by just how quickly he finished in my mouth. When he did finish that last command came into play, I had derived no physical pleasure from sucking him off but I had never in my life felt so satisfied with myself, making him cum made me inexplicably proud in a way that I had never been before. The taste itself wasn't bad but I knew before long it'd become addicting if I had that same response every time. I had little time to contemplate my impending pavlovian training however as he quickly commanded me to strip and present myself for him to truly make a woman out of me.

I did as I was told removing my ex's lingerie before laying back, cupping one of my small breasts, and spreading my eager lower lips to prepare to accept John's cock. As he entered me for the first time I evaluated what was likely to be how I'd be having sex for the rest of my life. It, wasn't awful. It felt quite nice actually. Being on the receiving end of that which I had been giving countless girls over the past year was actually really enjoyable. The feeling of fullness was so satisfying and I felt an orgasm slowly but surely building with every trust. Whereas I had always preferred being in control in bed as a man I was clearly on the opposite side of that coin as a woman. I found myself enjoying the growing sensation in my pussy before the dam that had been holding all that pleasure in burst, washing my body with a delicate warmth and a pleasure not quite like anything I had felt before. It was mind melting as I felt another orgasm building directly after I had been ravaged by the first. 

I ultimately lost count of just how many orgasms I had been given throughout the rest of that wondrous night but I did keep count of how many I was able to give John. Over the course of the night I made John cum 5 times, each warping my mind more than the last. By the end just the thought of sucking him off  left my pussy dripping wet. The taste went from lack luster to something unimaginably crave-able

I became little more than a sex doll for John but I couldn't make myself care. The pleasure I drowned in every time we made love was unparalleled by anything I had so much as dreamed of as a man. When we weren't indulging in our more animalistic urges life was actually great. Life wasn't constant sex, we actually spent a lot of time as if I was still a man. It was as if nothing had changed between us in those moments. 

(This is kind of an abrupt ending... If I'm being honest, it's not exactly what I had planned for this story. I wasn't very sure how to finish it but in the end fell this somewhat open endedish ending. I think having the story end in a spot where it's still a little fucked like most of my stories where it's not entirely consensual but it also has a more lighthearted ending more akin to Quirky, which, of course, is in this same universe. So, once again, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I'm happy with how this one turned out. I don't know if I'll be coming back to this universe soon or at all, I mean, sure, there's plenty of potential for stories but if there's anything I've learned from writing these over the years is I don't do incredibly well when I keep to one universe for too long unless it's a much more ambiguous connection. I don't expect this one to do as well as Quirky, for one, I told people to not read at the beginning and, well, I don't feel that it turned out quite as well either. I like it but personally I think Quirky was more well written. If you agree with that assumption or not I hope you enjoyed this one regardless. ^_^)