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Lots of blowjobs and deepthroating with lots of cum swallowing.

This one is mostly about mind break and body modification and gender transformation. Although the pretext for the story is a bit silly, it’s an excuse for loads of oral sex.

Any comments and ideas for stories are welcome. Thanks for reading.

*****

I chucked back another scotch and laughed at Brian across the table as he spilt his drink on himself. Rich and Pete also joined in.

“You’re a fucking spaz!” I laughed at him, “more drinks!” I exclaimed as I went up to the bar and got a double scotch and 3 more pints for the guys.

I stared at the bar girl’s big arse and pointed it out to Pete as she passed. My eyes drifted up at the match on the big screen as I took a swig of scotch. I watched the bar girl go past again, her big tits bouncing. My dick hardened in my pants. “What a slut she looked,” I thought, as my attention turned back the match playing on the big screen. Brian got up and asked if I wanted more drink. Looking down at the scotch glass, seeing it was empty I nodded.

The slut of a bar girl came over to the table to take the used glasses away.

I said “Give us a kiss love,” still looking at those huge tits. She ignored me.

Fucking bitch I thought. I grabbed her arm and she backed away, dropping the glasses, people turned as they smashed on the floor. She slapped me as I moved forwards for a kiss. “Bitch!” I shouted. Instead of a kiss I rammed my forehead into her mouth and she crumpled to the ground, hearing the crunch of broken glass as she landed. People looked over too see the commotion. I smirked as nobody did anything probably too scared of me and the 3 other guys. I sat down and drained the scotch Brian had brought me. I sat there for a few minutes and got up to leave before Police or anything arrived while people fussed over the bar girl. I pushed through the door into two fucking coppers.

******

That was a while ago now. I thought reminiscing. I dozed through all the court proceedings that day. It was all boring as hell. According to my appointed solicitor the woman pressed charges and had severe back injuries from the broken glasses and a fractured jaw. But she deserved it just like my bitch of a wife back home. The judge looked at me, disgust in his eyes. They have even got my wife to go against me, the bitch, and she even said how I abused our son as well. The judge had given me a choice either a few years in prison minimum or a year in a experimental rehab facility. I chose the rehab option, obviously as I served less time and I didn’t really want to go through prison, especially from all the fags in there. Pete had been in prison and said it was best avoided.

“Very well,” the judge said, “you will me submitted tomorrow. Also you will pay the victim a total sum of ?10,000 for personal damages. This will be explained how you will achieve this later Mr Brooks.”

I was confused as I had very little money and couldn’t afford anything like that. Me and my bitch of a wife lived on a council estate and I had been recently laid off.

Although they didn’t know about the extra several grand, stashed away in a lock up which I had acquired when a relative died.

“Your wife will have temporary ownership of all your assets and possessions unless you decide to give her fully ownership.”

“Why in fucks name would I give my wife all my stuff,” I thought. This is a load of bollocks.

“The verdict is as it stands, these proceedings are now closed.”

******

I arrived at the rehabilitation centre early morning on the Tuesday. I had been given a bag of my clothes from home and that was it. As I walked from the car I saw I was in an enclosed perimeter, by big metal fences painted blue. I noticed several hundred meters away, a prison that I had seen on the drive here. No doubt where I would have gone if I’d taken the other option. My room was small and uninteresting. Everything white and sterile. Was this a rehab centre or a fucking mental asylum.

I had a medial check up and they had injected both my arms with something. One they said was general anti infection jab, which sounded like a load of crap and another one which they said contained a nano-chip which was to keep track of me as I was still here on a matter of law and wasn’t aloud to leave. I didn’t really see anybody else the whole time up close except those who worker there. Just lots of junkies in other rooms and outside.

It didn’t take much for me to settle in as there wasn’t really anything to do at the very start of my rehabilitation course. I spent my time wondering around trying to occupy myself, there was a sports room but it was a joke, just a large room with rubber mats on the floor and apart from that it was empty.

The odd thing was after two weeks of being there I had been given such amazing food the whole time. All kinds of stews and curries, burgers, steaks, roasts, even lots of fast food if it wanted it. I even had access to all manner of snacks canlı bahis şirketleri and drinks and it almost seemed like a hotel. The only annoying thing was that there wasn’t much else to do. Just lots of books and magazines aimed for girls and the like. I had asked for other stuff but they said they had ordered new stock of a wider range of books and magazines but it wouldn’t arrive for awhile. So I just wandered around doing nothing much while eating snacks, as time passed.

I had been told in the first week that it was a period of closure for the centre and I would have sessions and activities after 4 weeks when it started up properly again but until then I would be really bored. I had begun to notice this new lifestyle of mine was making me fat. My arse was really getting big and my chest had started to sag and my stomach was starting to push out more.

After I started seeing the visual effects of all my eating I tried to ration all the food I ate and did some jogging and other exercise in the empty sports room, but I never really lost any weight. Before I knew it I had been there a month and finally the centre was starting to operate properly.

I saw droves of new people come in over the next few days. I had even been moved to a different section of the centre to fit all the new people in.

One morning I woke up to find a letter under my door. It asked me to come to a certain room in the facility by 1pm.

I almost decided not to go but I realised they might let me out before a year if I was good. I grudgingly left my room and walked aimlessly around trying to find the room. The centre was like a fucking maze, each floor and corridor the same. Often some doors didn’t even have any markings on the door. Finally I saw a nurse and she pointed me in the right direction.

I arrived at the room just on time, after having such difficulty to find it. Knocking and then entering I looked round the room. I was confused by what I saw what seemed to be an operating theatre prep room. I was grabbed from behind and a mask was placed over my face, I struggled. I tried to break free but it had become very hard to breathe and my vision become fuzzy and I blacked out…

******

I remember hearing somebody talking to me about me and my first stage of rehabilitation and I deserved it for abusing women. I faded in and out of consciousness and heard more talking directed at me.

“As you abused women so much we thought you should become one to see how it is. We already started the process the day you arrived.”

I remember muttering “No no, leave me alone,” as I blacked out again.

*****

I had been lying awake in a bed not able to move too well for a long time. I wondered what had happened to me, my mind hazy and memory foggy.

The door opened which distracting my confused thoughts, she was dressed formally and looked like a right bitch. She sat down on a chair and open a file.

“Rodger Brooks?” she said.

I tried to speak but my throat was sore and I felt dizzy from the effort.

“You wont be able to move for awhile so please calm down. I suggest you listen to me.”

I wanted to scream at this bitch but it was so hard to try and speak. After I became dizzy again almost to the point of vomiting, I gave up and resigned to listen to her.

“You have been proven guilty to assaulting a woman in a drinking establishment. Also we investigated further back into your life to find that your abuse was felt by your mother, wife and other previous women you’ve known, not to mention your son.”

“We here at this rehabilitation facility feel that in order for you to understand the error in your ways is to become a woman.”

I didn’t understand what I was hearing but I remembered back to my weight gain, and the injections I had been given.

“I suppose you have many questions, but now you must rest.”

She got up abruptly and left the room as I lay there unable to move or speak

I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I awoke my surroundings had changed.

I was in a room much like the first one I had been in since I arrived except instead of the room being white it was pink and it had another room off one wall and seemed overall more spacious. I even noticed I had a TV set attached to the wall.

I lay still until I found the courage to stand up. When I did I saw smooth thin legs under me that were clearly female. Tiny little feet with even smaller toes. My hands were also smaller, softer and slender.

Breathing was hard and I wasn’t sure why, there was a tightness in my chest.

I looked around not seeing a mirror, but I had to know what I looked like. I pushed the other door open, the stupid girly hands that shouldn’t be mine looking tiny on the door.

The room was an en suit bathroom. It was surprisingly well furnished, big fluffy towels and a expensive-looking shower and bath. I walked over to the sink and mirror. I felt dizzy again. The reflection that looked back canlı kaçak iddaa was someone else.

A girl of about 20, with a small round face looked back at me. A small short figure, with a hair net on and loose pink pyjamas.

I pulled at the hair net, it fell away. Long golden locks fell across my face.

I was blonde!

I stood there so shocked. I was breathing hard and my chest was tight and hot. I frantically unbuttoned the girly pyjama top. I met with bandages. I pulled at them feeling the need to breathe increasing as I panicked. The bandage were wrapped very tightly but all or a sudden they were falling away as smooth skin came forwards.

I stood looked at the mirror. I had tits. They were big and wobbled slightly at every movement. They were very full round globes, with big obvious nipples. Then I realised. My hand darted beneath the pyjama pants. My hand felt smooth flat crotch, then as my hand when down more, the soft lips of a pussy.

My cock was gone, I had tits and pussy and I looked like a slut. Tears welled into my eyes and I walked back to the bed crying, my chest wobbling humiliatingly each step I took. I fell asleep easily not wanting to think about anything…

When I woke up I saw someone must have come in to check on me while I was asleep.

There was a large cardboard box on the table next to the TV on the wall. I got up and opened the box, ignoring the feel of this new body. Inside was a control box like thing with only one big button, and something humiliating. It was a dildo, a big long imitation penis rubber one, with veins and a head.

I left the dildo in the box and took the control. I pressed the button and the TV flicked into life. The picture on TV was not what I expected. It was a girl with black hair, naked and on her knees taking a man’s cock repetitively into her mouth, moaning all the while. It continued until the man grunted and the girl opened her mouth showing the white cum and she swallowed while moaning. She lent forwards and kissed the tip of his cock and said “thank you.”

Another video starter playing. It was the same black haired girl giving another blowjob. It continued until he came and she swallowed and said ‘thank you’ while kissing the tip of his dick. Videos continued to play, the videos had a whole host of different girls who were being filmed. The man cut off shot just above the waist so it was just the girl to focus on.

The girls were either on their knees or lying down on top of the man, but mostly on their knees.

I tried to turn it off but the button didn’t do anything no matter how hard I pressed or hit it. The TV also had no button or controls on it either. I tried ignoring the sounds of the girls moaning as they did the act but there was nothing else to do but watch.

I hated watching the TV but my eyes always tracked back to the screen. It made me angry to remember all the blowjobs I had gotten before this place, while forcing the lucky bitch to swallow, my load. Knowing I might not ever feel that again. Also I was aware that I looked like a girl as well and it was awkward to watch. The longer I watched the more I felt heat in my face and between my legs. I kept getting up and looking at the dildo in the box. Why did I keep looking at the sex toy, I didn’t understand it.

When one blonde girl, that reminded me of my reflection swallowed an especially big load I grabbed the dildo and jumped back onto the bed, feeling my chest wobbling. I stared up at the screen as my mind went crazy. I lay face down on the bed, feeling the unusual sensation of MY tits. I opened my mouth instinctively bringing the dildo to my mouth I took in some of the rubbery length. I moved my mouth up and down on it, watching the screen. My other hand not supporting the dildo was down my pants in the wetness of..of MY pussy. I felt the heat coming as I watched and fingered myself taking in some more of the dildo’s length. I orgasmed.

I orgasmed from touching the girl parts on my body. I was horrified and I threw the dildo across the room not wanting to think what was happening to me. I had a shower afterwards trying to get rid of the pussy smell all over my hand and legs. But several hours later I was at it again cramming the rubber prick into my mouth while fingering myself.

On one occasion I almost kissed the tip of the dildo before I came but I managed to realise beforehand. It was a hellish time, I didn’t know how long I had been in the room but it was getting too much. The windows were covered with dark black plastic entirely and let in no light at all. The only lights were a bed side lamp and overhead lights with a dimmer switch. I had turned off all the lights in order to sleep, but the TV was too distracting. I thought I was going to go mad but just when it all got too much as I grabbed my slutty blonde hair and started to sob like a bitch, the TV turned off automatically. I looked up tearful, and laughed. I loved the darkness and the quiet. I fell asleep soon after completely canlı kaçak bahis peaceful.

I was woken up by a woman. She was dressed in the centre’s nurse uniform.

“Excuse me miss, Get up” she said happily.

Only then did I remember open pyjama top, my chest exposed. I covered myself with the duvet and buttoned myself up.

“We need to find you some new clothes miss, please get up”

She was calling me ‘miss’ this bitch I’ll beat her.

“Don’t call me miss you bitch!” I blurted out realising that was the first thing I had said since waking up the first time.

My voice was light and girly and I was so embarrassed I just sat there.

The nurse then slapped me across the face and I started crying from the pain.

“Your not a man anymore miss. Your a very weak girl now and you better remember that,” she said with a hint of a smile.

I hurriedly did as she said ignoring my bouncing chest. She led me from my room down the hall into a lift, then along a corridor. Thankfully nobody else was around and I walked behind her barefoot, as the only clothes I had were the pyjamas I woke up in. We turned into an open room. It was filled with women’s clothes. The nurse told me to undress completely and hit me painfully again when I stood still, too embarrassed to move. After the hit I undressed very quickly. I stood naked covering the woman parts of my body. She measured me all over as I stood completely frozen.

“Well aren’t you lucky, you’ve got breasts well into the DD range miss” she said smiling.

I nodded too scared to say anything. She dressed me pulling up a bra over my chest and frilly underwear. Then a mini skirt and a small t-shirt which showed my boobs through my top so obviously, “No no!” I thought, “they are not mine.” And lastly some shoes with a heel although it wasn’t a big heel it sill made me so embarrassed.

When I was dressed the nurse told me to go and use the toilet and I would have politely said I was ok out of fear but then I realised I was bursting. The humiliation of pissing sitting down while she watched. She told me to wipe between my legs and I did as I was told. Afterwards she led me to another room and told me to go inside. She pushed me inside and the door closed behind me. A woman was sitting at a desk and looked at me with a smile.

“Its good to see your up and about,” she said, “I came to check on you after your procedures were finished, but you were quite sedated”

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in my light girly voice.

“We are going to rehabilitate you. You saw what those girls were doing in those videos”

“No! please don’t make me do that!” I exclaimed

She ignored me and said “Don’t worry you will get paid for your work, besides how do you expect to pay the lady you assaulted, her compensation.”

“Please don’t worry,” she said without a hint of concern,” its only temporary until you finish your rehabilitation, you will be returned to your old self,” she looked at me and then knowing what I was obviously thinking she said “We used extremely advanced genetic modification along with other techniques and we have managed to convert you into a real female, right down to your DNA, but like I said it surprisingly is a reversible process.”

I didn’t know what to say or do. I sat there staring at her. She then seemed to get annoyed at me standing there and made me follow her from the office. We walked for several minutes down the dull rehabilitation centre’s corridors and finally came to a single door at the end of a corridor. It seemed worrying as it only had the one door, whereas all the other floors had many doors. She opened it, beckoning me to follow.

Inside was a man. A naked man. He stood in the centre of the room which was all white. My eyes travelled over his body and I saw his dick, it was erect.

“Usually we require you to be naked, but it’s your first time so don’t worry.”

“I can’t do it” I sobbed “please don’t make me do it, I don’t want this.” I cried tears leaking from my eyes.

“It’s going to be easy for you,” she explained, “we have been training you with your dildo in your room, it’s just like that.”

I stood very still not knowing what to do.

The woman looked at me and said “The purpose of the rehabilitation is for you to realise your old ways and give them up on your own, and this is one of them. So I can’t force you to do it but there will be consequences.”

“I don’t care, anything is fine.” I said already feeling better.

“You will have to return to your room now and he will show you the way” she explained pointing to the naked man, who had started putting on clothes that were the centre’s employee uniform.

I was locked into my room again and left to myself. Small price to pay, I thought. But after only a short while I had pressed the button for the TV. I knew what would happen and it probably wouldn’t turn off but the boredom was too intense. A part of me also almost wanted to watch the girls giving blowjobs.

I ended up sucking the rubbery dildo and fingering my girl parts and showering in disgust several times, once the ecstasy ended and realised what I had done.

“They can change my body but they won’t ever change my mind” I told myself.

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