Hello, my name is Michael. What you are about to read may shock and startle you. However, if you are like myself, it may also excite you in ways unimagined, and give you hopes and dreams beyond your wildest fantasies.
My tale begins with a meeting; a sex-o-holic meeting for nymphomaniacs, to be blunt. It was the first and last one I ever attended, as the events that came after led to where I am currently.
"My name is Michael, and I love sex. The problem is that I can't get off anymore without imagining in my head that I am a female and a complete slut. I can't tell you how long it's been going on, but it has ruined a few relationships, and I need a way to fix this."
After everyone had made their rounds of stories and the group leader proceeded to counsel everybody on some techniques to avoid letting sex ruin our lives, we were released back into the world. All except me, that is. I was pulled aside as everyone was leaving by an interesting looking man whom I didn't recognize from the meeting. He was about 6 foot tall, slicked black hair, and was wearing sunglasses. "I think I can help you much better than these meetings ever will," he said very plainly as he shook my hand firmly.
He walked with me down the sidewalk and explained how he and his 'colleagues' were working on some experimental techniques for helping individuals such as myself. I quickly told him I wasn't looking for a sex change operation, but he chuckled and said, "Oh, no, that's not what I mean at all. If you're interested, next week meet me at this address at the same time as this meeting was, and I'll show you some of our work." He handed me a business card with just an address and turned the corner to leave me clueless.
My curiosity got the best of me the following week and I found my way to the address listed. It seemed to be a legitimate science lab, very clean and professional looking. "Alternative Means of Assistance" said the logo on the front door, as I walked in to the reception.
Not two seconds after holding up the card I was given to begin explaining to the receptionist was I met by the same mysterious man from a side door. "Hello Michael! So glad to see you accepted my invitation. Allow me to show you around the facilities and let you see what it is we do here."
I was a bit overwhelmed to say the least, but followed briskly behind the man as he headed for a door into the back. "Now, Michael, before I show you anything here in the back, I need for you to sign this confidentiality agreement. Obviously there are trade secrets here we don't wish to give out just yet. He gave me a warm smile and a pen, and I signed the document without even bothering to read it. "Great!" he said, "and off we go!"
We walked through a back hallway until we reached a door marked "Test Chambers: Authorized Personnel Only". Beyond the door were a multitude of doors, with numbers and charts on each one.
"Michael, you stated last week at the nymphomania meeting that you have a difficult time getting off without thinking that you are a female, in particular a slut or prostitute being used. What we do here is help people like you fulfill your fantasies in exchange for letting us monitor you during these episodes and use the data to make newer and better advances in the field of sex and satisfaction."
I raised an eyebrow in wonder and suddenly felt this whole thing was a sham of some sort. That is, until we reached the first room.
"Meet Greta. That's not her original name, because we keep that classified, but Greta is the name she has chosen for herself." What was before me was a woman with tits the size of a recliner each, attached to a milking machine that was busy sucking milk from the enormous mammaries. She would have been on all fours, but her massive boobs kept her top half off the ground. Looking closer I could see a dildo the size of a horse's cock pummeling in and out of her snatch at alternating speeds, and she seemed to be having orgasm after orgasm.
"Greta came to us because she could no longer find any joy in her everyday life, and had this wild fantasy of....well, this." The man explained very plainly. My eyes were wide and glued to this woman in the throes of ecstasy. Was this for real? As if reading my mind, the gentleman continued, "What you're seeing is real, it's not a hoax. We truly do attempt to accommodate any and all fantasies, no matter how bizarre they might be. Shall we continue on?"
Gesturing down the hall to the next room, he led on. I was still in shock at what I had just seen, but at the same time I was very aroused and felt a very tangible excitement all over my body.
Opening the next door, the man led me into a slightly smaller room, with a man sitting in front of a computer watching porn. "He's always a little zoned out on his activities, so if you'd like, please step closer here to see what it is we've done." I moved closer to the side of the desk and noticed the man's penis appeared to fold right back into his scrotum, which was the size of a honeydew melon. My eyes again went wide with wonder.
"Gary here wanted to live a life where he could look at pornography every waking hour, and his reserves of sperm would never run out, allowing for multiple orgasms. What we've done is fixed his penis so that with every ejaculation, the sperm empties back into his large scrotum. You see, he also used to use saline injections to make that larger, but we drained that and what you see is full of his sperm alone. As for going to the restroom, well, we simply diverted the tubing to the rectum. Problem solved!" He said with a very proud smile.
Moving into the next room, I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn't actually dreaming all of this. The room was more like warehouse, with a gargantuan woman lying down, pussy pointed directly at us. I was so taken aback I didn't even notice the man standing to the right, who then walked by on his way to the gigantic pussy carrying a 8 foot long dick.
"These two are Mark and Janine, a couple from Connecticut who shared a common fantasy in a way. She wanted to be a giantess, and he wanted to have an enormous penis. They work very well together, especially when he climbs up in there and makes love to her cervix. Fantastic." Said my guide. He seemed so excited and yet professional about all of this, and my mind was simply reeling.
We left the warehouse and moved into a small reception area in the rear of the building. "Now Michael, I know this is a lot to take in so quickly, but I would like to offer my services to you. You will be compensated, and if you aren't satisfied with the results you are free to go about your business as usual, of course taking care not to share what you've seen here with others."
"What exactly are you offering?" I pried. I was truly curious at this point the many things that were apparently available through modern science that I had no idea about. "I can transform you into the slut you've always wanted to be, and you can be used, abused, and fucked as much as you'd like. If you're unsatisfied with the results, we can always revert you back to your former self and be on your merry way."
At this point my hard-on wouldn't let me say no even if I had wanted to, so I quickly signed the documents placed in front of me. I was then taken to a locker room, given a gym bag full of slutty clothes, as well as a medical gown to start the procedures off. When I got to my designated room, there was a staff all clothed in white with medical facemasks ready for me.
The man who had brought me in was one of the staff and he greeted me as I entered. "Hello, Michael, if you're ready to begin, please lie on this table and place your feet in the stirrups. I did as instructed and was given a mask to breath from temporarily. "There is an agent in the air you're breathing that will help move things along, as well as give you a euphoric sense of well-being." I was already feeling the effects.
I don't remember a lot of what was done, as I was highly drugged and off in my own world, but when I came to I was lying in a comfy bed and I felt different. As I sat up I felt the weight on my chest shift. Looking down I marveled at two lovely and pert C-cup breasts. I whipped off the covers and saw that the rest of my body matched. I was a gorgeous slut and I was horny as hell.
As if to fill my desire, two large men entered the room, completely nude, and sporting very large erections. They should have disgusted me, since in my mind I was still a male, but my body was taking over, and I could feel the juices start to flow between my legs. Unsure of what to do, I just sat in the bed and stared at their large pricks as they walked over to either side of me.
One of the men picked me up easily and turned me to face the other one. Instinctually I put my hands and knees down, and I was now face to face with a giant cock. Immediately I latched on to it and began sucking as best I could, trying to fit as much in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started shoving me further onto his cock, making my eyes water. It seemed my gag reflex was gone, though. Thank goodness!
The man behind me grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aiming his cock at my sopping pussy. With a couple of thrusts, he was all the way in me and I was breathless. Here I was, playing Chinese finger-cuffs with two large men and loving every moment of it. As soon as some of the pain in my cunt faded I began to rock back and forth in time with both men, gagging down as much meat as I could with every stroke.
The man in front of me began grunting and pulling my face even harder into his groin. I could tell he was about to cum just before he grabbed both sides of my head and thrust violently down my throat. I could feel the warmth of his load deep within my stomach. He then pulled out and left me open mouthed and swaying from the fucking my pussy was taking.
Suddenly I felt the warmth from my stomach move up and into my chest. I grabbed my boobs and was amazed at how good they felt. As the warmth grew, I thought I could feel my tits expanding as well, and it was absolutely breathtaking. I came extremely hard, which pushed the other guy over the edge and he dove deep into my snatch to release his sperm. Again, after he was done, I felt the warmth moved into my breasts and they started to grow. I was up to a D-cup now, and loving the weight hanging beneath me.
Two more men and one woman entered the room, each carrying a case. They set them down on the floor and opened them up. Each was filled with toys of various shapes, sizes, and colors. The woman instructed me to put on a slutty outfit from the gym bag I was given earlier, and report to her.
I rummaged through the bag and found a nice black corset that made my boobs look huge, some lace thong panties, a garter set, and red heels. I was then told that my make-up was already applied as permanent, so I wouldn't need to bother with that.
