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.
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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 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."