| Loose Lips By Lucy Yip Goddamn . . . Ray shook his head, trying to force himself awake. His eyes were thick with sleep, his head�shit. It was fuzzy, very fuzzy. How many Long Island Ice Teas did I have last night? He gave up trying to remember after fifteen seconds. It seemed like last night was nothing but one big fucking blur. Well, not entirely . . . Ray�s hangover was that bad that he couldn�t remember some parts of last evening. He remembered having a shitty day at work. He remembered going home, changing, and then heading out to blow off some steam. He remembered having one beer and then switching to the hard stuff. He remembered� Oh, man, he thought. That red headed bitch. The one in the leather� He remembered her. He was about halfway through his second drink, pondering his life in his booth, when she sat across from him. He wasn�t drunk then, so she stood out like a spotlight at night. Flaming red head cascading to her shoulders. Long, thin legs begging to wrap around something. Large, firm tits. And a tight leather dress that fit her body like a glove . . .. Shit, that bitch was fine, Ray thought, his head starting to clear a little more. As it did he remembered a little more. And then he remembered more than he should have . . . like talk about fantasies. First she told him about wanting to suck off three guys at once. He talked about doing two girls. She talked about doing three girls. She talked about wanting to have a dick so she could fuck guys and girls with it. He talked about� Ray stopped right there. He remembered some of the shit he talked about. Some of the fantasies he�d never told anyone about. One in particular that he�d never mentioned to anyone� �Cause if I had I�ve had people thinking I was some sort of freak. Fuck! I didn�t talk about that, did I? A shudder ran though his body. He�d opened up on something deeply personal, something he thought he�d never discuss . . . but what the fuck. It wasn�t as if he was ever going to run into that bitch again. And if I ever did, I�d just blow her off, tell her I don�t know what the hell he was talking about, he told himself. His eyes finally starting to clear of sleep, Ray allowed everything to come into soft focus. As he came out of his stupor, he tried to figure out how it was he got home� And he realized he wasn�t. This wasn�t his room! His place . . . the bedroom was sparse, plain, the walls off-white. This place . . . the walls were a soft pastel, maybe even pink. The comforter was fucking pink! And if he wasn�t wrong, he was in a king sized four-corner canopy bed� That wasn�t all that was wrong. His feet . . . they didn�t quiet hurt, but they felt�contorted. Like he was pointing his toes for some reason. There was this pressure around his ankles�his knees . . . he tried to wiggle his toes, flex his foot, but it was as if they were locked into place, severely restricted. It�s like I got shoes�no . . . BOOTS? I have boots on? What the fuck? And his underwear; Ray never wore underwear to bed. Even if totally shitfaced he always took his underwear off before hitting the sack. But he was wearing it now. And if he wasn�t mistaken�he was wearing a thong. What else could that be riding up the crack of his ass? He sat up�and it was hard. Not because he was still hung over. No. By this time the fuzziness was gone; his head was clear. No, the reason he was having trouble sitting up was due to the large breasts on his chest. "What the . . ?" Ray looked down to see if what he�d just felt was real�and realized that his voice had also changed. Instead of his normal deep, nasal voice, the thought he sounded�breathy. Sultry. Seductive. Kathleen Turner in Body Heat came to mind; the sort of voice that belongs to a fuck machine with tits . . .. Like the ones he now possessed. No, he thought. These aren�t just breasts, these are huge fuckin� tits! He looked down and saw nothing but flesh�and hair. Platinum blond hair. FUCK! What�s with this fuckin� hair? He�d worry about that in a minute . . .. His breasts were enormous. He knew from tit mags that these cans had to be at least EEs if not a cup size or two bigger. He bought his hands up�barely registering the inch long nails on each finger�and felt the weight�and his nipples standing erect, which sent a chill through his body. God, they�re heavy. He wouldn�t be surprised if he were a GG cup. His hands made their way to his hair, which he brushed out of his face. It was longer, finer . . . semi curly. The sort of hair chicks die for. "No. This can�t be . . ." Hearing his voice was freaking him out. It was the sort of thing you�d expect from a girl whispering, "Would you like me to give you a blow job?" to the guy next to her. He didn�t want to hear it coming from his mouth. He examined his hand. His fingers were long, thin�feminine. The nails were each an inch or more long and buffed to a high sheen. And image came to mind; she could see herself�NO, FUCK no! Not herself�he was a guy! Or was he? The fear hit him in the stomach like a punch. Without thinking his hands flew to the space between his legs. Barely registering how good it felt as his nails gently scraped across his smooth thighs, he ran both hands over the area where his cock should be. It was gone. As were his balls. "Gone!" she screamed breathlessly. "It�s . . . gone! It can�t be! This . . . This can't be happening. This isn't possible. It�s not�fucking�Possible!" "But it is, luv." Looking up, he saw the woman from last night standing in the doorway of the room. She was still attired in the outfit she wore last night; tight black leather dress, short black gloves, black nylons with the hint of the top of the stocking just peeking out below the hemline, black high heels. She had a look on her face like she was the cat that caught the proverbial canary� Grinning wickedly at Ray, she said with a wink, "Good morning, luv. Are we enjoying ourselves yet?" "Wha�What happened to me!?" Ray tried moving, felt something snag the comforter. Whipping it off, he saw his legs�very shapely legs, his was reminded�were encased in over the knee black paten leather boots with at least a ten to twelve inch ballet heel and toe casing. No wonder my feet feel so funny. Ray tried to move his foot, wiggle it again . . . still nothing. He couldn�t understand why nothing happened. "What am I, you bitch?!" he screamed. The woman stood there in the room, legs apart, arms crossed�face stern. "I don�t understand why you sound so shocked, luv. You told me this was one of your favorite fantasies, that you would enjoy experiencing�living in a body like the one you now have . . .." Ray did remember saying that last night. Ever since he could remember he�d wanted to become a beautiful, big-titted girl who . . . Oh, God, no . . . no. He remembered the rest of what he�d told this woman; the rest of the fantasy. How the girl would be very sexy. How she would be very submissive. How she wouldn�t rest until she� "�Became a sex slave?" the woman said, finishing his thought. She giggled. "Well, it just so happens I�m in the business of making fantasies come true, luv. For real. And you�well, since you seemed to eager to live this particular fantasy, I thought . . . who am I to keep you from your dreams? So . . . welcome to your new life, my pretty." "No. "Yes. Oh, and by the way, those ballet boots? They should be merged with your legs by now. You can�t take them off, they�re a permanent part of the new you. That�s probably why you don�t have control over your feet any longer . . . Also, that nice little control collar around your neck�" Instinctively Ray reached for it. There was something like a leather studded choker there�but he couldn�t find the clasp . . . "That�s part of your body as well. It�ll never come off, luv, so don�t bother searching for something that isn�t there." She laughed a little more hearty this time, amused by Ray�s obvious distress. "You�ll find out how that works later." She gave him a wicked wink. "If you should misbehave, that is." Freaking out was a mild term for what Ray was experiencing at the moment. It was one thing to describe a fantasy like this to a total stranger; it was a little more overwhelming to be confronted with the reality of having become said fantasy all at once. "What are you talking about? This . . . this isn�t possible! I . . . this was meant to be just a fantasy, nothing else! It wasn�t suppose to be real. I, mean, it--this isn't possible!" He was hysterical now, his mind rushing in many different directions. "I never thought it would . . . come true . . . I wouldn�t have said anything--" Then something the woman said sunk in. "Permanent part�of me? The boots?" She ran her�his hand across the leather�but she�HE�could feel her touch as if she were running her fingers across her leg! "NO, this can't be permanent!" she shouted. "I�m a freak! A fuckin� fetish toy! You have to change me back!" Ray tried to stand, with the intention of confronting the woman, maybe smacking some sense into her. But having forgotten, ever so momentarily, about those ballet boots, Ray found he was unable to stand correctly. He was on his now-shapely ass on the floor, trying to roll around to better see the woman. "This is . . . I can�t do this! You can't do this to me! I have a life! I�m not a toy! You have to change me back, do you understand?! This was just a harmless fanta�" "SILENCE!" In that moment Ray felt her�yes, her�mouth forced shut in the mid-word. Ray knew by the woman�s statement that she�d said too much, that the last of her words had most definitely upset the one person who had power over her. "Until the submissiveness spell takes effect�which should be any fucking moment now�I don't want to listen to another moment of your babbling! Perhaps then I will return your mouth,. But it will be many weeks before I give you your voice back. What a noisy little cunt you are! "I didn't think I would have to show my last card right away. But what his happening to you now is due to your collar. That little device it gives your master COMPLETE control over your body and whatever you are wearing. Which means, luv, that I can fucking well do anything I please with and to you." The woman smirked. "You are a toy, my toy, and from this point on you will accept your fate�for there is none other available to you." The woman turned to leave. "You know what they say, luv; be careful what you wish for�since there are people like me out there waiting to make them come true." And then she was gone. Ray could only lie there on the floor, frozen by the finality of her word and the fear of the control she possessed over her. Touching her face, Ray realized her mouth had disappeared, that only smooth existed where once were lips, teeth, tongue . . .. But this wasn�t quite the end. Ray could only watch as her new Mistress' mischievous grin returned. Ray wondered what would happen next. She didn't have to wonder for long� Her panties were changing, morphing. Ray soon felt something pushing into her lower orifices. In her new pussy a huge dildo; in her ass a large butt plug. Both were forming from her panties, pushing up deep into her body. But rather than pain, the sensations coursing through her body were like nothing Ray had ever felt before. She felt the dildo push hard against something, then force its way thought. She knew it had opened her cervix and the tip of the fake dick was rubbing against her belly from inside her uterus. The butt plug swelled, filling her colon. It felt like it was resting half way up her back, between her kidneys. Then they both began vibrating. Ray wanted to moan aloud in pleasure, but could only rock about on the floor in orgasmic ecstasy. It was at that moment the submissiveness spell her Master had mentioned hit, but distracted as she was by pleasure Ray hardly noticed the spell�s effect, never realized that little by little she was becoming less like her old self and more and more the submissive sex slave she had always fantasized of becoming . . .. (Six months later.) Mistress sat in her office, finishing her correspondence with people she knew. She had thought she should check her investments�but she knew they�d be fine. There was other business to attend to, as it was. She lay her elbows on her desk. "Silence, come here!" Only seconds passed before Silence�the name Mistress had given the slave who once thought of herself as Ray�slowly entered the room from where she�d been standing in the corner of the living room since daybreak. Her steps were mincing yet graceful, just as she�d been taught. She gaze centered on nothing, and was cast downward. Perfect, perfect, Mistress thought. She�s come along very nicely. Even with the submissiveness spell removed, she�s fallen into line like a good sex toy should. Silence waited for Mistress to order her to sit. Once seated, Mistress slid the computerized writing pad across the desk and activated the display program on her desktop. "And how are you feeling this morning, Silence?" She wrote: I am good, Mistress. "Is there anything you desire today?" Only what you desire, Mistress. Sitting back in her chair, Mistress told her, "I�m impressed with your progress. You�ve become quite the little toy, luv. I�ve only found it necessary to punish you a few times, and you�ve taken it all in stride. And since our first day . . . well, have you missed your voice?" No, Mistress. "And why not?" My actions are what count. As long as I am able to understand and please you, there is no need for communication. I am but your plaything. As well you are, Mistress thought. And if I�m correct . . . "I would like to give you back your voice. No, Mistress. "Are you refusing me?" Hesitation, then� No, Mistress. But may I point out�? "You may continue." Although you have returned my mouth, it is there only for your pleasure. That is all it is good for�all that I wish to use it for. Also, Mistress has named me "Silence" for a reason. To give me a voice would go against Mistress� wishes, as you named me for what I am, and what I will always be. She thought for a moment, then nodded. "You are correct, Silence. To allow me to give you a voice would go against my original��design� for you. You have pointed this out as you should, and saw fit only to please me. Not once did you think of your own self. For this, Silence, I will give you no only the ability to orgasm in your vagina again, but you will now find all your orifices orgasm capable. There was a light in her eyes�which Mistress knew came from having pleased the only person who mattered. Thank you, Mistress. You are so very kind. What may your toy do for you to show you her gratitude? "You may eat my pussy for the next hour." As you desire, Mistress. Coming from around her desk, Mistress made her way to the sofa, where Silence would remove her panties and begin pleasing her orally. Mistress examined her prize as she always did. The changes she�d made�her little toy loved it, had even once gushed to her when given the chance . . .. She still wore the boots, but the heels were now a staggering 16 inches. Watching Silence perform her tightrope act every time she walked was a joy�made even more impressive by the tremendous MM cup breasts she now carried on her chest. Yes, she had her mouth back�but not where it had originally been. Mistress had switched her mouth and vagina soon after giving it back. Now her always-wet pussy sat where her mouth and chin should be, and between her legs sat a pair of lips, which would be the envy of most narcissistic girls if they could see them. After removing Mistress� panties Silence straddled the woman and spread her legs, moving her now open mouth as close to Mistress shaved mound as possible. A long tongue snaked out and began its first tentative licks� Mistress closed her eyes, enjoying the licking. She�d chosen well when she�d snatched this little bitch away from her former life. Of all her transformations, Silence had turned out to be the best of the batch. And to think she almost rejected her fate, Mistress thought . . .. The End |