The Closet II Part II: Stephanie's Second Session

Tags: M/M/M/MtF, solo, bondage, titfucking, oral & anal sex, forced fem, forced homosexuality

The events of my first day in the closet with Dr. Hoffman were not soon forgotten. For weeks, maybe even months, I felt every last bit of the diabolical therapy's effects. The initial goal of my first "reorientation theray" was to explore my latent attraction to men and work to develop it as my primary interest. I swore to myself at the start of my punishment that I would never grow to like men, that it was simply impossible for me to do so and any attempts by Dr. Hoffman to force it on me would end up being worthless. But in the days that followed the first therapy, I found my worst fears coming true. I found that I had, in fact, started to succumb to the therapy's effects, and that perhaps his efforts were not so futile after all.

Night after night, I laid awake reliving that bizarre day as my mind tried to wander into sleep. I stayed awake for hours feeling the young man's penis still in my mouth, all ready to release his seed down into my gullet...or his large cock pulsating deep in my ass, ready at any moment to cream my butthole with sticky, hot semen. Worst of all though, I couldn't stop doubting whether or not I had, in fact, liked the anal part of it. I kept remembering how he would hit my g-spot, and how good it felt, and how I wanted to feel that again and again. Although the shot I was given every night killed off whatever function I had left in my penis, there were indeed times I still felt sexual desire, and discovering anal masturbation was almost the way out for my diminishing sexual needs. Privately at home, I began to experiment a bit with penetrating myself. I would sit for almost hours, fingering myself deep inside my hole while playing with the nipples on my still-developing breasts, garnering shockwaves of pleasure in places I had never felt before I began my feminization. There were times that, when I struck my prostate and nipples at the same time, I could just feel electricity running on a continuous path through the middle of my body. Every time I had done so, I couldn't help but moan...softly, with the precise aire of a girl discovering her unique and beautiful sexuality for the first time.

One night, while pleasuring myself in this way, I encountered what was probably the starkest sign that Dr. Hoffman was winning the battle to make me a girl. As I had gently massaged myself, the thought flashed through my head of me at my reorientation therapy again. Sitting calmly, face down on the bed, with the man's smooth, oiled cock gliding in and out of my tight virgin asshole. Every vivid evocation of this tittilating memory made the electric pleasure from my nipples and butthole ever more stronger. I hid under the covers, pretending my fingers were the man's erect, pulsing cock once again coursing through me, brushing up against my g-spot, making me feel so loved, and desired, and...sexy. Harder and harder did my massaging motions grow, on top and on bottom, until I had seen my tiny cock flicker for the first time in almost a year. Finally, I reminded myself of how he came inside me...coating me deeply inside with the sticky substance that only a girl like me could truly appreciate. This final thought was enough to send me off the edge; with one final rub of my prostate and right nipple, I felt my entire lower half contract in a wave of pleasure, before finally releasing what was almost pure water all over the bedsheets. It was the first orgasm I had since I began my punishment; evidently, the treatments have reduced my semen to nothing more than inert juice.

My head snapped up from under the covers as if I had awoken from a bad dream. I stared in horror at the wall across the room as it had descended upon me that I had masturbated to a gay fantasy. Me. With another man. Being pleasurable. I slammed myself back against the mattress with a mix of anger and frustration, putting the pillow over my head as I screamed and kicked my feet down on the mattress. He was winning. God dammit, was he winning. Dr. Hoffman succeeded in making me the slightest bit gay, and it wouldn't be long before he would finally succeed in his ultimate goal of making me more than just slightly a girl.

The next few months were a blur for me. I stumbled across the school halls, disoriented for most of the day, dwelling on my shoehorned attraction toward men. I didn't want it to be true, but it was. I was starting to like boys. I didn't want to embrace this attraction, but my body would not cooperate with me. I began to feel ever more betrayed by how it has repeatedly failed me. It gave into the hormones and grew me breasts and hips. It gave into Dr. Hoffman and made me like boys. It gave into the man in the closet and pleasured me greatly. I was simply so distraught that I almost felt that my body and mind were growing to become two warring entities. I didn't even have anyone to talk to about it. Dr. Hoffman made it clear early on in the program that discussing it with anyone would cause me to be dismissed and sent to jail. As far as anyone else was concerned, I was simply a normal girl. Having been transferred into this school at the start of the program, nobody ever knew of my former life as a boy.

Well, except for one, of course...Kat Weston. She knew my secret ever since I first met her at the store where I bought my first girl clothes. She embraced me and said she supported every step of my transition ever since I first told her that the skirts and leggings were for me, and not a girlfriend. She doesn't know the true reason of my transsexuality though; and there were times I wished I could just blurt it out and tell her. She was the sole emotional oasis I had in my life at this point, but she always unintentionally cut me like a knife when she brought up stuff like how jealous she was of my breasts, or how excited she was for me and my upcoming surgeries. The times we spent together were still nothing but memorable, and they are a story for a sunnier day.

Speaking of operations...my first one was three weeks before the second reorientation. Dr. Hoffman and two guards came to my house one morning ready to escort me to the surgery center and have my testicles removed. It was the next major step toward the end goal of my punishment. I don't remember much about that day due to all the anesthesia and drugs, but when I went home about a day later, I could do nothing but sleep and lament the first major loss of my manhood. My mood had cycled wildly for those three weeks; I was getting into even more fights than usual with my drunk, useless piece of shit mother (who, may I add, was completely oblivious of anything that had happened the past six months, despite the fact that I had grown long hair and breasts, and was wearing skirts and dresses.) After having my testicles removed, Dr. Hoffman took me off one of the two shots, but I had grown so depressed that I simply stopped taking them altogether. It's not like it even made a difference anymore. Now, the slightest bit of naturally occuring female hormones were free to wreak havoc on me once and for all. By the time my second reorientation came, I had not take any of the shots for two and a half weeks, and I swore my breasts and hips still managed to grow a tiny bit. It hit me, just a wee bit harder, after realizing that I no longer needed any treatments to develop a young girl's curves and features. Just like a real girl...my body now naturally tended toward the feminine.

When I walked in for the second time six months later, I swore that the closet grew even darker and danker. Last time we met, Dr. Hoffman told me we would discuss the contents of the second reorientation on the day it happened, so I had this anticipatory dark cloud slowly boiling my anxiety to a breaking point. As I stared at the bed in front of me once again, I let out a couple of heavy sighs. Kat told me it always helps to imagine the anxiety flowing away as particles in your breath while exhaling. When I tried to envision this scenario, I could almost see the black anxiety flowing out of me like a thick, dark smoke from a wildfire cremating my dead former self.

Once again, the door clicked open...and once again, my heart jumped. In walked Dr. Hoffman, the nurse from last time, and not one but THREE different men. The man I was with in the first reorientation was nowhere to be found; in his place were three of the strongest, bulkiest characters I've ever seen. They had to have been bodybuilders. Where did Dr. Hoffman even find these people? They wore nothing but tight briefs, and I slightly shook my head at the thought that, very soon, I would have to be up close and personal to the big penises that lie behind their bulges.

"Well, hello Stephanie! Look who I've brought! Ooh, today's gonna be fun," he said in this cheery-condenscending tone of voice. I swear, there were times when I just wanted to punch him.

"Hello, Dr. Hoffman," I said through my gritted teeth.

He put all of his bags and other implements on the counter like last time. I didn't understand why he bothered carrying that bag around while never seeming to use it.

"So...how's everything, Steph? Everything still healing up good from the surgery?"

"Yeah."

"The swelling gone and stuff? Any pain?"

There was no more physical pain, at least. "No. All good."

"Excellent, that's good. So you're all ready for your second reorientation?"

"Yeah, I...gue...ss."

"You sure? Everything's gotta be healed up good, because today's session is going to be very intense."

"Intense?" I asked nervously.

"Lemme just take a quick peek and make sure you're healed. Here, stand up..."

I complied. Dr. Hoffman then walked over and put his hands up my white, pleated skirt and proceeded to pull down my panties. He kneeled down below me and examined under my shriveled penis with a flashlight. The feeling of his creepy, dry hands on my dick as he moved it out of the way was simply awful. For about a second or two, he examined the area where my scrotum used to be. There wasn't much to look at now; everything healed up nicely and they took the stitches out last week. The bulk of the difficulty from this entire surgery was psychological.

"Okay, everything looks good to me." He then clicked off his flashlight and kneeled back up. "Take off the rest of your clothes and I'll explain what you're gonna do."

I slid off my panties from the rest of my legs, then removed my skirt, top, and bra and threw them all to the floor. Hell, I even took the scrunchie out of my hair and let it go down. I now stood naked in the room, in front of the three guys. They were obviously staring at me, one fixated on my boobs, another bending sideways in a futile attempt to get a look at my butt from behind. Their faces remained emotionless in a show of highly restrained enthusiasm. Instinctively, I did my best to conceal my breasts and crotch with my arms.

"All right. Stephanie, this session is where we're going to focus on a great number of popular practices that girls your age do in bed. You see, sex is like this...giant market of sorts. There's all kinds of really fun and exciting activities just waiting for you to pick and choose from. Today, what you're going to do is sample a little bit of everything, I brought three nice, strong guys with me today...I think you'll find them nice and attractive."

I wish I could lie and say I didn't. Ever since that first reorientation I've been questioning my sexuality, and now I do see the beauty in strong men. But was it a sexual interest, or just noticing an objective fact? I couldn't tell for sure; the harassed environment of the closet didn't make things any easier for me.

"Last time, we pretty much focused on just getting you accustomed to being penetrated, and how men feel sexually. Now, that's still a big part of forming your female identity, and we're not quite done with that just yet. For now though, what we're going to do is a very intensive sampling of a variety of sex acts, to prepare you for your last reorientation. Basically, what we'll be doing today will have the double effect of educating you, and also reorienting you. It's a value deal!"

I stared at Dr. Hoffman with the most sarcastic of looks after his completely lame wisecrack. I don't know why he bothered trying to lighten up the mood like this; it never works. It's like telling a cancer patient that the Earth's still around. In the brief silence following his sentence, I waited for the inevitable "Okay, uh, anyway..."

"Okay, uh, anyway, here's what we'll be doing. The reason I brought in three men is that each one of them is going to perform a different sex act on you. One is going to have you give him oral sex. Now, you did do a little oral sex last time, but not entirely. This time around, you need to learn to pleasure him fully. Practice using your tongue just like we described before the first reorientation. Oh! And you need to swallow after he's done."

I blushed and looked away toward the wall. The last time, I was so afraid of that happening, and now he wants me to experience it fully. I dry-heaved.

"Stephanie, look at me. Okay. After that's done, we're going to do something...a bit different, I think. I want the second man to give you mammary intercourse...that's putting the penis between your breasts. The nurse is going to rub some oil between them to make it a lot easier. This is why I give implants to the boys if their treatments don't really develop them well; so you can experience this and how it feels. Now, I just measured them again last week...you've developed beautifully, and I think you're ready to handle this. Again, you have to complete it all the way to climax. I would appreciate it if you would swallow some semen again by opening your mouth when he finishes, but you don't have to do that exactly."

He continued. "I know it sounds very odd, but again, the reorientations are meant to reshape you psychologically. I've done my thinking on this, and I think this kind of intercouse is a great way to experience many different female-role sex sensations...having semen on you, oiled up, rubbed, and all that stuff. There's more to having sex like a girl than just being penetrated."

"Finally, you will need to have anal sex again with the third man. You're already familiar with this well enough, so I've saved it for last as a sort of way to help you cool down a bit. So, just like last time, he will finish inside of you. This time though, I want his semen to stay inside you and not leak out...again, it's also part of psychologically establishing your female role in sex. So he's going to press very hard, up and into you at the end, and that might hurt a bit. But it won't be too different from last time. Okay?"

I nodded.

"Now, here's the one detail." Dr. Hoffman walked over and rooted through his bag, before withdrawing what looked like a belt. Not long after, he pulled out another...and another, before laying out what must've been eight or nine leather belts on the countertop. So that's what was in his bag! I immediately wondered what purpose these would be used for.

"These are big guys. They're going to be a bit rough with you, and I want them to as well. But, Stephanie...th-...I'm not saying you won't be compliant in today's therapy, because really...you've been very good throughout the whole punishment. I want you to know how proud I am of you for adapting to your new role in life so quickly."

I enunciated this weird mix of a groan and sigh.

"...but, so far I've already done this therapy with two of the fifteen in the study, and...well, it's been difficult for them. Because the men were rough with them, they kept doing things like pushing them away, trying to run out, all that. Basically threw a wrench right in our plans, and we had to omit parts of their therapy so they wouldn't get hurt. They haven't resisted anything before, I just think that the second therapy is a bit too much for some people to do alone, and they might need some help to get it done."

Jesus Christ, how bad was this session going to be?

"See these belts here? What we're going to do is restrain you so you can't move much during the therapy. I got about...nine here, I think, that's enough to bind your legs together, and also tie your arms to the top of your body. This way, you'll be able to complete the therapy without any incident. We'll help with any movement you need to do during the session. Okay?"

Not suprisingly, the idea of being bound didn't resonate well with me. I swallowed hard and became very nervous.

Dr. Hoffman turned to the nurse: "All right, take four of these and do her legs, I'll do the upper body."

They then walked over to me, each holding their own set of leather straps. "Stand up straight, Stephanie...legs together. Put your arms behind you like this...there you go. Okay."

The two of them began wrapping the belts around me. As the nurse began to wrap the first belt around my ankles, Dr. Hoffman started wrapping the second one around my midsection, securing my arms to my back as soon as he can. Still sweating and shaking a bit, I let out a heavy sigh before trying to ask Dr. Hoffman another question.

"Dr. Hoffman, I dunno..."

"Stephanie, it's fine. As long as you relax, nothing will hurt."

Each of them didn't take very long to finish. The nurse affixed the last strap on my thighs, leaving just enough room to allow my anal penetration while securely preventing my legs from moving. Dr. Hoffman finished my top half by affixing a strap just below where my breasts hung. He played with this last one just a bit, ostensibly to make sure the second man will be able to hump my breasts nicely. When they were all done, I now stood in the closet completely immobile. The straps were so tight, I could hardly move anything at all. My arms hardly budged, and I couldn't even get my legs to rub together. I was totally unable to move; perfectly inert for the purposes of having three men fuck my brains out.

"Does everything feel okay?" the nurse asked.

"A bit tight," I said.

"Leave it. That's normal." Dr. Hoffman said from across the room. Finally, he looked up from his tablet and turned around to face me. "All ready, Steph?"

I looked down at my restrained body. Of course I wasn't ready.

"Yeah, she's ready. Okay, uh, who was first?"

The man on the far left stepped forward. None of them were remarkably different from one another; they were more or less all the same big guy, with the same shaven, toned body, cute face, and large package. The man who was about to have fun with me first looked instantly excited as he found out it was now his turn.

"All right. Take her over to the bed, and insert yourself into her mouth. Don't be afraid to go deep, and do not remove yourself until you've had an orgasm. Okay?"

The man nodded. He then walked over to me, head up in the air with a strange confidence. He stopped right in front of me and examined me for a few minutes.

"You ready, Steph?" he asked. I nodded yes. Almost immediately, he picked me up by the legs, getting his grip by my lower buttocks. I squealed briefly as he swung me in the air, flinging me over his shoulder like a cheap piece of meat. He took his prize over to the bed, and laid me down a bit roughly, belly-up. The first thing I felt was the soft fleece of the covering all over my naked backside.

After I was placed on the bed, he took off his briefs and let his manhood swing out in the open. His penis was probably the biggest, fattest one I've ever seen. I didn't even know it was possible to have a perfect combination of length *and* girth, but take my word for it when I say he did. When I first saw it, all I could do was compare what a model man he was, to what a girly girl I was. My own penis was long since made useless, and his was a nicely performing rod of pleasure that would soon be in my mouth.

He climbed up on the bed over me and sat on top of me, both of his legs surrounding my shoulders. His penis, growing ever more erect, pulsed right in front of my face.

"Okay! Open up." he said.

I was so afraid that I didn't open my mouth at first. Dr. Hoffman's order that I swallow the man's cum still rung in my head, and I was doing every last futile bit of stalling to put it off as long as possible.

"C'mon...open up."

I still didn't. The man looked over to his left, probably where Dr. Hoffman and the nurse were sitting (I couldn't tell by the way I was laying.) From the left side of the closet, Dr. Hoffman's voice ran dully through the room:

"Push it in."

The man looked back down at me and took the base of his erect cock in his right hand. Obeying the order, he put his left hand on the back of my head and slowly forced his penis between my lips. Even at this point, I was still resisting, but it was all futile in the end. I felt his fleshy appendage kiss the front of my glossed lips, proceeding to glide effortlessly between them, stopping just as both he and I felt his head hit the back of the roof of my mouth.

Like last time, I formed a wet, warm seal around his cock. This time though, I pursed my lips over my teeth to make sure he didn't feel them, while also using my tongue to pleasure the underside of his penis. All just like Dr. Hoffman told me to at our meetings. The man seemed to move in and out of my mouth slightly, so this gave me the opportunity to let him guide me where he would like to be pleasured. I ran my wet tongue along the sides of his shaft, right in the crevice, using the smooth underside to make sure it felt extra good. I then ran the rough upperside along the entire bottom of his shaft, up and down, to give him more of a massage. When he pulled out a bit, I used the tip of my tongue to rub the underside of his penis head with both sides of my tongue. He really seemed to like it when I slid the tip of my tongue up and down the head's underside; he would sit there for up to a minute while I flicked it and licked it.

Evidently, I was doing a good job. The man huffed and puffed while I continued to lick and smack my warm, wet mouth around his penis. It almost entirely filled my mouth at times, and I coughed a bit as I felt it hard to breathe when he would go down deeper. Dr. Hoffman told me a while back to make a fist with my right hand to suppress the gag reflex, but it didn't really seem to be working. Every time his cock ran down to the back of my tongue, I dry-heaved a bit, and after two or three times, the nurse felt the need to warn me not to vomit.

"Stephanie!! Easy," she said. "That's...don't throw up. Inhale through your nose."

"She's fine," Dr. Hoffman said.

The entire experience was awful in itself, but it was even more unpleasant as the big man started to go into my throat. After tonguing the underside of his penis for a little bit, he decided it was now time for a little more. After crawling closer to me, he clutched his left hand behind my head, grabbing my hair. Then, he pushed his penis further into me, going down into a deep bit of my upper throat. Suprisingly, I only gagged once at this point...perhaps my gag reflex simply wore off. As he went into my throat, I felt the penis head first hit the back of it, then glide down as he pushed further and further.

At this point, he was pretty much fucking my throat. After getting in a good position, with my head leaned back a bit to make it easier, he built up a solid pumping rhythm, effortlessly gliding his wet and warm shaft in and out of my gullet. As he did so, you could see his cock distending my throat as it went in; for me, it felt every bit as unpleasant as you could imagine. Needless to say, this also made it very hard to breathe; I came very close to passing out as all I could feel was his thick cock blocking my airway with every pump. There were times I even tried to groan, but the big obstruction in my throat wouldn't even permit that either. Dr. Hoffman was right. All I wanted to do was push this man out of the way so I could at least breathe, and I couldn't even do that! All I could do was close my eyes and feel his pulsating member gliding in and out of my throat until he was finished.

Finally, he relented a bit, and went back to just my mouth. I was relieved to take a deep breath and exhale through my nose, but what I failed to see next was that the man was ready to cum. I felt the base of his cock twitch a bit before he released several spurts of precum right to the back of my throat. He was pulling his cock out more and more as the twitching grew stronger: I realized he was making room in my mouth for all of his load. After the first couple of twitches, the dreaded event finally happened. With all of the might his cock could muster, it splurted glob after glob of semen right onto my tongue, splashing onto the back of my throat and even beginning to dribble downward. Instantly, I could taste the saltiness of the cum as it pervaded every corner of my taste buds. He continued to splurt for what must have been ten straight seconds, and eventually there was just no more room in my mouth for any more. I started to feel it both dripping down my throat and out the side of my mouth. Finally, the man pulled his cock out, and declared he was finished.

The texture of the semen, the taste...it was all so horrible. I know Dr. Hoffman told me I had to swallow, but something in me just couldn't do it. Immediately, I turned my neck to the side and opened my mouth, allowing some of the cum to dribble out.

"No, no!! Hey! No!" Dr. Hoffman said as he jumped out of his chair, throwing his tablet to the ground. He came running over to me before I could get a decent amount out of my mouth, and slapped my head right down onto the cot, holding his right hand over my mouth.

"Swallow it."

"MMMFF!" I enunciated. I simply had this big mental block that prevented me from doing it, almost like the time you take a pill for the first time. It was so disgusting just being in my mouth. I wanted it out, and not down that way.

"Stephanie, swallow it. Now."

With his hand over my mouth, there was not much else I could do. I crunched my eyes shut, moved the sticky substance to the back of my throat with my tongue, and gulped hard. I could almost feel it going down, every bit of it, straight from my mouth into my stomach. It was so gross.

Dr. Hoffman still didn't remove his hand from my mouth. "Swallow again. Lick under your lips. I want all of it down."

Again, I did what I could to wash my mouth out and swallow every last bit of the man's cum. I ran my tongue along the top of my teeth, then the bottom, "yanking" my saliva glands so they produce some spit to wash it down with. I then gulped hard once again, consuming even more of his sticky substance.

Dr. Hoffman then removed his hand from my lips. I gasped loudly, the first time in almost ten minutes that I could breathe with any degree of freedom.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

I was still gasping for air.

"It gets easier, Steph. When you get a boyfriend some day, you'll be wanting to do it even more. Okay, uh...nurse?"

I closed my eyes and thought to myself how I could never do this with my boyfriend. Wait...my boyfriend?! I don't want a boyfriend to begin with!! Or...do I? The frustration of it all made me bang my head against the cot a few times. It was all I could do in my completely bound state. Within a minute, the nurse walked over to me with a bottle of baby oil. I guess it was now time to have a cock shoved between my boobs. What fun. Nothing could be as bad as oral sex, though. How intimate. How disgusting.

She popped the cap open, and squirted some out on her right hand before proceeding to rub between my breasts. My breasts were left unbounded, so she was pretty much free to just rub and flop them around while oiling me up. She applied the bulk of the oil in-between the two, while also oiling arond the rest of each breast. She even rubbed oil on my nipples as well...one of my biggest erogenous zones since I started the punishment. I laughed a bit as she rubbed them, being that it felt very good, but I don't think she really noticed. Briefly, I wondered to myself whether or not being boob-fucked would feel as good as rubbing them.

The second man stepped up from the corner of the room, removing his briefs as he was in the middle of walking over to me. His cock was a little longer than the other man's, not really as girthy, but still looked fat enough. I'll bet his would still be wide enough to feel good in a girl's pussy. Like the other man, he climbed over me, but this time positioned himself a little lower, just at the base of my cleavage.

"How ya doing, Steph? All ready?" he asked. He didn't really have much of a personality distinct from the other guy...still pretty much the same stick being used to fuck me. I nodded yes.

I felt his balls rest on my stomach as he pushed his way through the center of my large, flopping breasts. As he done so, he took each one by the side and pressed them together to make it nice and tight around his cock. As for me, I felt almost every inch of his cock slide right down the center of my chest, his balls sliding up my stomach along with it, displacing the breast tissue as it made its way out the top of my cleavage. The oil made everything nice and slippery, and he glided in with ease. My head was tilted upwards, and I saw his cock poke through them for the first time before receding again as he developed a nice, steady pumping motion. At first, having my boobs fucked wasn't much to write home about. I laid there for about a few minutes, watching his cock poke up out of my cleavage, and then back in, and then back out, and then back in. I felt it pumping at me too, but it wasn't really any different than rubbing, say, a piece of plastic between your thighs or something. The man huffed and puffed for the first minute, just getting a feel for how pleasurable it was to rub his penis in between my two large and natural feminine organs. The real feelings started just as Dr. Hoffman asked him to do something a little extra.

"Rub the nipples." he said from across the room.

"Her nipples?" the man asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, just do it. Rub her nipples." he replied.

The man briefly stopped titfucking me as he tried to figure out how he could both hold my boobs together and rub my nipples at the same. They had grown not only more sensitive, but also much larger since I started the punishment. This gave him the idea to move his hands up a bit more, and place each of his thumbs right over the tips of them. Almost immediately, I felt a bit of sensation running inside me from them, and I softly gasped.

"Hm." he said.

"What are you doing? Keep going." Dr. Hoffman said as the man stood still.

Our sex then kicked into high gear. The man rubbed my nipples nice and hard with every pump of his cock straight through my cleavage. The feelings were nothing short of electric at this point. It was just like what I did under the covers at home, but even better! I didn't need a fantasy to strengthen the powerful feeling that came from my nipples; the fantasy was his rock hard cock, effortlessly gliding through in-between my soft, feminine breasts. And it was real! All I could do was close my eyes, and moan. Softly.

"Ohh...ohh....ohhh..." I cried out.

The man's motions grew more and more pronounced; he was just about ready to blow his load all over my chest. As he grew more aggressive with his pumping motions, he massaged my nipples harder and harder, and I felt I was on the brink of an orgasm myself. In and out, his hard penis coursed through my cleavage, before finally stopping right as he pressed his way through to the top. He ground down on my breasts tightly as his cock splurted ounce after ounce of semen all over the top of my chest. I looked up as he was still cumming, and a piece of it hit my right cheek. When I saw his cock splurting all over the top of my tits, combined with the rough grasping of my nipples, it was simply too much for me. My bound body shook and twitched as much as it can, and I experienced an orgasm. I threw my head back after I came, gasping not from airway obstruction, but from pure exhaustion. The leather straps binding my body together seemed only to intensify my orgasm, concentrating all the pleasure straight through my nipples and down to my stomach, and I released a whole mess of watery, useless fluid all over the cot. You couldn't even call it semen anymore since my balls were now gone. The man, still sitting on top of me with his cock between my breasts, gasped a bit for air himself.

Finally, he slid his penis out and got off, and Dr. Hoffman walked over and stood over me. He looked down at my crotch area and noticed the watery emission I left, then looked back at me with a smile on his face.

"Stephanie...was that you?"

"What? No...I..."

"It's okay. You're still working good."

My brief wave of pleasure was instantly clobbered away with the realization that my body was once again betraying me. This time, it was fully giving into sexual femininity. It took me a little bit to realize that I had experienced an orgasm from a man fucking my boobs, and this made me all the more upset. Again...he was winning. I threw my head back and closed my eyes tightly. Why did I keep doing this? Why did I keep experiencing sexual pleasure from this?

"One more and we're all done." He looked up to the right front of the closet, where the last man had stood. "You're up!"

Still on my back, I watched as the man walked up to the end of the cot and stood over me. He had already removed his briefs, only to reveal a penis that had to have been the thickest I've ever seen. It wasn't quite as long as the first man's, but man was it girthy. It then dawned on me that each of these men didn't choose what they got to do with me...they had their role chosen by the kind of penis they had! And Dr. Hoffman had saved the beefiest, thickest man to penetrate me anally. Swell.

"Turn her over and just insert yourself and pump until you're finished," Dr. Hoffman was explaining to the man. "Don't pull out though, go deep in right when you're finished. She needs to feel the full psychological impact of being inseminated."

The man nodded. I felt his big hands slide under me, and roll me over so I was now face-down. The semen on my chest, still fresh from the boob sex, rolled off me as I was flopped over. Once I was ass-up, I moved my neck up a bit so I could have some room to breathe and not have to smell the musty, old cot. I couldn't really see much of anything going on at this point, just the cinder-block wall in front of me. I laid there for about a minute in anticipation of having my butthole widened...again.

At first, I felt hands reaching around my anus. Slippery hands. It was the nurse, once again oiling me before we began. In my suprise, I arched my butt forward, as it was the only movement I could really make.

"Steph...it's just some oil. You've had this before...just relax."

She rubbed one finger around the opening of my anus before poking her finger in a few times, and rubbing the oil around the inside for a bit. She briefly stopped to apply more to her hand, before re-inserting her finger once again and making everything all wet and warm for my partner. Finally, she withdrew, and my asshole felt all greasy and slippery...perfect for the man's thick member.

"All right," she said to the man. "She's all yours, big guy."

The last man really didn't say anything to me. He simply climbed up onto the bed and started by positioning himself over me. I felt myself slide over a bit as his heavy, muscular legs pressed the mattress down on both sides of my hips. He began by spreading my cheeks open to see the tight, oiled-up prize that lay in front of him. I closed my eyes as my heart beat grew harder; I thought to myself that, in just a few seconds, he would be pressing his large penis up and into me. After a few seconds, I felt the tip of his head against my puckered anus. Then I felt the head gently sliding into me. No pain or anything, just a fullness making its way into my most intimate region. Finally, the feeling of pressure moved deeper and deeper inward as he slid his cock into my bowels. When he had reached as far as he could go, I felt his fuzzy sack rest on the front of my ass cheeks. I was officially being fucked once again. He slid out just as slowly as he slid in. The feeling of pressure receded slightly, then came back as he pushed his way back in again. His motions slowly creschendoed into a hard and fast pumping, and before I knew it, he was bouncing on me in a fun little rhthym, enjoying as much as possible the pleasure of my warm and wet rectum wrapped around his cock.

The fist time I recieved anal, I didn't think it was that bad at all. The second time I recieved it...I had felt amazing. Almost every time he slid up and into me, I could feel the girth of his meaty member rub my prostate. The other young man who fucked me couldn't hold a candle to this man. The pleasure was simply amazing, and just like being tit-fucked, I sighed softly and quietly with every brisk pump he made within me. The straps holding me together again served to intensify the pleasure. When I felt the electric sex zapping from deep inside my butthole, my first instinct was to jerk my extremeties...but I couldn't! All the pleasure felt like it was building up in me while I couldn't move. Being fucked while restrained was probably the most powerful and amazing expereience I had ever felt in my entire life.

The man then stopped for a bit, repositioning himself by pressing himself against me and wrapping his arms around my front to fondle my nipples. Already, I could see what was about to happen. As he held himself up against me, he resumed his pumping while rubbing my still-oiled breasts. The feeling of his sweaty, toned body pressed against my back, his cock deep in my butthole, and his hands flicking my nipples was immediately too much for me to handle. With a full-body shiver, I once again released a watery emission onto the cot. But we were still nowhere near done.

'Flop, flop, flop!' went his balls against my butt as he moved his slippery cock through my hole. I closed my eyes, and cooed, and moaned, and sighed softly. The exhaustion of the orgasm I just had didn't even seem to apply as I continued to take in every sensation the man supplied me with. He licked up my neck. He rubbed my tits endlessly. I grew frustrated that the leather restraints kept his hard abs from pressing against my smooth back. And his cock glided in and out of my butthole with ease, providing me with sweet anal pleasure with every pump.

Oh, how it could have gone forever. I always knew it was time for a man to cum as they seemed to want to get it over with as quickly as possible, growing more and more aggressive in whatever they were doing so the moment would happen. Likewise, the man pumped me harder, and harder and harder. Eventually, his cock had moved in and out so fast that I couldn't even tell where he was in each pump anymore. With a deep, sudden thrust, the man finished inside of me, pressing up against me as hard as he can while he twitched his right leg to empty every last bit of semen deep into his girl. After he was finished, he pulled out, with not a drop to be seen. Evidently, he went deep enough this time.

"Thank you very much. Get dressed and you guys can get out of here." Dr. Hoffman said. "Stephanie, let's get you out of these straps."

I laid, still face-down, on the bed as Dr. Hoffman and the nurse un-did all the straps that held me together. Each time they released one, I felt just a bit more freer. First, I could move my legs again. Then, I could move my arms out from that uncomfortable spot behind me. As I did so, it felt like I had slept on them funny, a dull pain present in my shoulders from having been bent in an odd way for so long.

I then got up and sat on the side of the bed, still naked. Dr. Hoffman walked over to me and stood in front of me, ready to hammer home what I went through.

"Well! How was everything?"

I was still too dazed to answer coherently. "Uh...uh...mm..."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Stephanie, you did excellent. Now, before you get dressed and leave, there's still one thing I want you do."

Dr. Hoffman took me by the arm and led me off the bed and over to the mirror that hung at the end of the closet.

"Steph...look at yourself. Do you *finally* accept your new role in life?"

I looked in the mirror at myself. What a transformation I had undergone. My face was soft and feminine, lips glossy and glimmering in the dim light. My eyeshadow, together with my long hair down to my shoulders, made me look like a veritable sexy tart. My breasts have grown so much as a result of the treatments; they hung large and slightly droopy, ending right below my diaphragm with large, girly nipples on top. The front of my chest still sparkled with oil and semen from the tittie-fucking. My hips have finally widened past the size required of me. And my cock...it was still amazing to see seven inches become what it was now. And my balls were nowhere in sight. There was no question in my mind now. I was Stephanie, eighteen years old, and a girl.

I looked at Dr. Hoffman, not giving an answer, but casting a look of silent resignation.

"Okay, then. Here's a robe, you can wear this to the showers and wash up before you go home." He handed me a robe that was pink and fluffy, as if to add further insult to injury. I threw it on and covered myself up before leaving.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Yep, all done," Dr. Hoffman said as he packed the restraints into his bag. "C'mon out with me and we'll discuss what's left of your treatment."

I gathered my clothes on the floor and stepped out into the hallway with Dr. Hoffman. The light from the outside hurt my eyes as it hit them for the first time.

"Stephanie," he said as we walked toward the locker rooms, "this'll all be over in another six months. I think everything's gone according to plan nicely, and you're definately a changed person. You're definately no longer the monster who did that horrible thing to that poor girl. I can't say enough, how proud of you I am. Don't think it's all just me."

Just like last time, I listened to Dr. Hoffman idly as the checkered tiles moved under my feet.

"From everything that's gone on today, you shouldn't have a problem at all in your last reorientation. You're orgasming well, adjusting to sex with men pretty good...I really don't see any issues coming up."

We stopped right outside the showers as he told me his last statements before retiring to his office.

"So, you're still on track to have your operation in about...five months was it? Yeah, five months. Anyway, three or four weeks after that, you'll be all healed up and we'll be meeting in either the same room or a different one...still not sure. If you thought anal sex was something...heh, just wait."

I sighed.

"And then you're all good. You're free! Six months and you'll be a normal young girl like all the rest of them."

He took me by the sholders and started to slightly shake me.

"You'll be living the rest of your life as a beautiful woman instead of rotting in prision! Heh. And God, will the academy love me. What a success story. The Hoffman Experiment...proven to work! We both win, Stephanie. We both win. There'll never be another violent criminal who can't be fixed again. And I'll get my bonus," he said as he turned to look off into the distance before continuing "...and tenure."

Dr. Hoffman then patted his right hand on my shoulder twice and walked away into his office. "Go shower off, Steph. I'll see you next week for another progress report!"

Standing outside the showers, I lamented all that was happening to me. There really was no turning back now...I couldn't have chosen prision if I even wanted to at this point. In not even a year, I would finally be a true and honest girl. I would finally be free from Dr. Hoffman and off to start my life as a woman. I wasn't even being punished anymore, because that would imply that I was still a boy becoming a girl. No...at this point, I was a girl, and my body was now being corrected to the female form it should be.

As I stood in the hallway still feeling all that happened to me today, I briefly wondered just how sex would feel once I had finally been given my vagina.

(The events and characters depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblence to events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The values and behavorial standards of characters in this story are not reflective of the author's personal beliefs or politics. The depiction of various activities in this story do not constituite a real-life endorsement of such activities. Possession, readership, and sharing of sexually explicit literature may be prohibited in your country and/or age group. Copyright(c) 2011 Freaky Deek. Posted image is unrelated to the story, unowned by the author, and is copyright of its respective author(s).)