The Vulvoid Transform - Part 2
By Lisa James
After my horrific transformation was complete I lay spread legged on the ground
as the two Genetech henchmen opened the back of the van. Where I once had a
penis and scrotum I now had a bald vulva - utterly female and feeling precisely
how it looked, like a flat mouth between my legs. I regained some composure and
managed to pull the panties down my legs and off. Although relatively still they
still seemed to be alive, the gusset occasionally moving as if breathing. I
threw them onto the grass and began to sob again. They were all staring at me
and specifically between my legs - the Genetech men and the young man who had
just watched my sex change. I closed my legs and again felt my new labia lips
touch together - a sensation that I could barely believe I was feeling and hated
utterly.
'Put those panties back on now and get in the van!' yelled one of the men
'You've got to be joking you bastard! Im a girl! These fucking panties have
ruined my body! I have to get to a doctor! I have to change back into a male!!!
Oh god! My voice, Ive got a girls voice!!! Pleeeeasseee help meeee!!!!' I wailed
desperately whilst alternately clutching at my throat, my breasts and between my
legs.
'Forget it bitch! Its irreversable so youd better get used to it. I hear the
first vaginal orgasm is pretty great, did you find that? hehehehehe' he laughed
and of course I screamed. 'Enough talk! The doc wants to see you now, put your
panties back on and get in the van!'
'You bastards! You cant! Oh god no! I wont! I..... ahhh!!!!' I replied only to
be choked short by another horrendous sensation. I gasped as I looked at two
misplaced mounds on my chests that were another graphic reminder of my new sex -
my breasts. Again my nipples expand and I had that same helpless feeling as my
body moved against my wishes and picked the panties back up again. Shuddering
against the revulsion the panties made me feel I robotically slipped my legs
through the panties leg holes and began pulling them back up my legs. I watched
them as they drew closer to my bald cunt, seeing the slight quiver to the edges
and the faint movement in the gusset. My eyes flicked between seeing this
superbly female mound and the panties coming to rest over the very place they
had previously embraced a penis. This time a vulva welcomed their touchdown and
the panties seemed to cup and grab the very mound as they finally came to rest.
I was breathless watching the erotic event whilst tortured to know this was no
movie I was seeing, it was a desolately flat and invasive female sex organ
between my own previously male legs! As if to prove their claim the panties
seemed to mould themselves momentarily to my cunt's every contour - sucking into
my vulva slit and feeling like they were squeezing my vulva as if to say 'I did
this to you!'. My body shuddered upright and despite my desperate efforts to
regain control, I walked into the van and sat, spread legged on a bench seat in
the van.
The Genetech men were dragging the young man into the van whilst he began to act
hysterically. I knew he had just seen these very panties change me from a young
man into a sobbing and thoroughly enslaved girl. The men had told him in no
uncertain terms than this is the fate that awaited him and naturally he was not
about to let that happen. 'Get away from me!' he screamed 'I dont know who the
fuck you are, but youre not going to do that to me!' he continued, pointing at
my crotch whilst he backed away. I heard a snap as one of the men pulled out a
gun and loaded a clip, pointing it at the young man.
'Get in the car Mr, or you wont last long enough to even worry about penis
envy!' the Genetch thug said
The young man just broke down and started crying as he reluctantly got into the
van. 'Please dont!' he begged. 'I couldnt bear being turned into a girl! Please!
I can give you money! Anything! But please - not that!' again he pointed a
finger between my legs, but unintentionally he actually touched my vulva right
in the middle of my slit. We both watched in shock and in slow motion as his
stiff finger pushed the panty fabric inside my slit and into my vagina. This
stark reminder of my dramatically different sex organ, the sensation of another
persons body part inside me made me sick with grief. I began to whimper, as did
he knowing that he might soon have the same thing between his legs. Our eyes
locked and I became dizzy with shock... At that moment it was all just too much
and I passed out....
Some time later I woke up lying on a bed in what looked like a doctors office. I
was disoriented for a moment thinking that I had had a really bad dream and I
went to sit up. The weight of my breasts immediately struck me and I looked down
to see the foul appendages gracing my chest, alien and wickedly ripe. My mind
rushed back to the nightmare and I realised that it was in fact a very real
memory. Perhaps I had blocked it out, becuase I screamed again when my eyes
droped from my breasts, across my flat stomach and took in the obviously female
curve of my panty covered crotch. Clearly I no longer had any bulge from a
penis, rather the rounded flatness of a cunt with a cleft of a labia clearly
visible in the clinging panties hugging form. The memories of my transformation
flooded back and I began hyperventilating thinking about what I had become.
Looking around the room I could see a whole series of photos that were obviously
and graphically documenting the process of the sex change. The first of the
series of images showed a close up of a boy's genitals with a typically sized
penis and scrotum. The next few shots showed the same crotch with a
progressively shrinking penis and scrotum. The images began to bring my own
experience back and seeing the images I could remember the feeling of my own
genitals shrinking. Taking in other images in the series that coverd the wall I
could see the scrotum loose its testies, the sack skin thickening up and
obviously becoming some kind of labia precursor. The penis in these shots was
smaller again. The last few shots showed the penis completely absorbed and the
start of a slit in the former scrotum. I touched between my own legs feeling the
terrible organ first hand that I was seeing visually documented on the photos of
some poor past victim. The last few images showed the slit grow progressively
longer, growing from near the arse to the front where it ended roughly where the
victims penis once was. Absently and still in deep shock I traced the path of my
own slit from its end near my arse to the front, whimpering as I did so. The
last shot showed the clear indications of a vagina as the photographer shot the
victims genitals with her legs apart. I was feeling my own cunt now, touching
the very organs I saw in the image.
Shocked at the sensation of my own cunt feeling my own hand touch its surface I
pulled my hand away. Again I felt an electric sensation in my breasts and saw my
nipples become errect. I began to sob again as my hand made its way between my
legs again to cup the female void and began to rub it, forcefully pushing the
panties up and down my slit and squeezing the rounded fuck-mouth in my hands. I
realized I was being forced to masturbate again and had flashbacks to that first
girl on the steps. My vulva felt horrifically wrong - flat yet so intrusive.
Despite my horror I was obviously arroused and recognized the pathetic swelling
of my clitoras at the centre of the heat I was now feeling. The rubbing built up
in intensity and I felt a wetness leaking from what I knew was my new vagina
into my slit and dampening my panties. The panties themselves began to writhe
somewhat and seemed to suck themselves onto my vulva each time I moaned, cupping
my girlhood intimately and reminding me of their hold over me. I was unable to
resist my forced pleasuring of my cunt and now grabbed my breasts with one hand
as I was forced to continue to massage my terrible girls mouth. Whilst I was
forced to masturbate my cunt I became more and more angry and disbelieving -
some part of my mind stil thought that perhaps somewhere between my legs my
penis might be rediscovered. I felt the vulva desperately feeling for some
remenant of my penis that might somehow be regrown. I was moaning now as wave
after wave of sexual heat flooded through my girlhood. I felt my breasts
throbbing in time with the throbbing of my clitoras as I kneaded my cunt mound
and breasts. The horror of the sensations I was feeling was almost beyind my
ability to bear. Despite my fighting to regain control of my body, to stop my
touching the foul body parts that I now had, I could not. As my orgasm began I
screamed a piteous wail of frustration. The feeling was intense sexual release
as I came, and I bucked my hips involuntarily as I came - flooding my panties
with vaginal lubricant. I could feel a deep rythmic swallowing from my vagina
that was so completely alien compared to my pumping penis ejaculation. I
screamed then cried as the panties compounded the violation by lapping up my sex
fluids, parting my labia lips and hungrilly gorging themselves on my wet cunt.
Quite simply it was the most foul sensation I could invisage, and thinking about
my cunt I realised that what Genetech and the panties had done to me was so much
worse than castration. I had not just lost my penis, my body had been mutilated
with the most unbelievably flat yet intrusive genitals - my cunt, and my chest
forever burdended with the most incredibly burdensome breasts.
Panting, I sat on the bed watching the curvacuous shape of my snatch - a
distinct wet patch around the cleft that the panties clung to that was obviously
my vagina lips. Tears streamed down my face and my hatred of this girls body
grew and grew. I grabbed my breasts and tried to pull them from my chest. Their
grapefruit sized mounds filling my hands and hurting like hell as I pulled them
violently screaming 'get off my body! arghhh!!!! I hate them! I have to get them
off - I hate the feeling!!! you wont force me to do anything again!!!!
arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!'. The electric feeling returned and my hands shuddered to
my sides, forcing me to merely sit on the bed again - a prisoner in a girls
body.
Some moments later I heard a click and a male doctor walked in the door. 'Ahh -
you are the new girl' he said as he walked over to me.
'Please help me doctor! I cant bear this feeling - I hate being a girl! Please
change me back!' I whimpered
'Frankly that is impossible for a number of reasons I will explain to you' he
said as I burst into tears again. 'Many girls have come to enjoy the sensations
of their bodies you know.... Most boys would kill to have the chance to
experience a girls body for a while, to feel the girls cunt and breasts
directly....'
'No!!!! Please no!!!! You have stolen my dick! Youve given me a flat mouth in
its place! Youve ruined my chest with these foul mounds!!! You cant leave me
like this!' I screamed back.
'Silence!' he said, and as he did my breasts again took control of my body,
preventing me from speaking. 'You are mine now! The perfect result of my most
amazing achievement - the Vulvoid Panties!' He exclaimed running his eyes over
my body. 'Your body is now host to this amazing new lifeform' he said as he
pointed at the panties between my legs. I stared at them also and again saw the
slight movement of the gusset as it apeared to breathe in and out slightly
puffing up then deflating to better show the curve of my cunt beneath.
'These panties are going to be this governments most powerful covert weapon and
you are proof that we have perfected it!' he exclaimed with glee. 'Once placed
on a host they infect the host with a symbiotic virus that the panties
manufacture in their living matrix - my beautiful X virus!...... Do you know
what DNA is?' he asked me
'Yes' I whimpered in reply
'As a male your body had an X and a Y chromosome in its DNA... My X virus enters
each cell and attacks the Y chromosome, replacing it with a special X
chromosome. Your cells themselves have become female and there is no way to
reverse this. A Y Virus would leave you with two Y chromosomes and this of
course is fatal! Its just perfect!' He exclaimed as he walked to me and began to
feel my cunt in his hands. 'Of course were it not for the dogged efforts of your
symbiotic panties to pump you full of X Virus you would never have changed - but
they have good reason for wanting to change you!'
'Why? You sick bastard! Why???' I sobbed
'Because you are their host! They need your cunt to feed upon your orgasmic
juices! These breasts that have swelled on your chest are far more than normal
breasts again thanks to the X Virus - they are intelligent! Mammobellums I call
them. They can control you - force you to feed your panties by masturbating!
They stop you from hurting the panties and yourself! They enslave you! And they
can make you reproduce as well!' he continued. 'You of course saw graphic
demonstration of the other reason the panties need you to have a cunt! They can
fuck and inseminate you and cause you to give birth to another pair of vulvoid
panties! In a military application, we can ask you to seduce a target and change
that target into a vulvoid girl like you! They become a sex slave like you and,
in my experience, will tell us whatever we want to know in the hope that
afterwoods we will give them back their manhood!' He smiled widely, now feeling
my breasts 'Which of course we can never do!'
'I hate you!'I screamed. 'Youve turned me into a girl vampire you sick fuck!'
'I can imagine you do hate me - but sadly you were in the wrong place at the
wrong time, and this project is much more important than your hatred of a body
that half the world lives quite happily with every day' he said 'now pull your
panties down, I want to inspect your genitals'. Struggling against my will I
nevertheless pulled the panties to my knees and off my legs, holding them in my
hands as the doctor approached. 'Spread your legs please' he said and again I
was made to comply. Staring at the bald snatch betwen my legs I could see my
slightly puffy girls lips touching together. As I spread my legs the lips
suddenly parted, pulled by the tension of the more tightly stretched skin. This
was a feeling that I hated to my core, one that reminded me intimately of the
form of my new genitals. As the lips parted we could both see more clearly the
shape of the smallish inner lips. Following the slit from the now exposed tiny
clitoras towards my arse we could both clearly see about 2 inches down my slit a
closed vagina hole. Again I stared sobbing as the doctor felt my labia lips,
feeling their fleshy sides and cupping the whole vulva in his hands as if
feeling the texture. He then felt my clitoras, pulling the lips further apart to
give him a better view and access. I shuddered as I felt his fingers trace their
way down my vulva slit to my vagina entrance. I gasped as his fingers pushed
their way into my vagina, first one then two and then three - feeling the
texture of the inside of my vagina hole. The feeling was so foul and intrusive
that I thought I would throw up. I could actually feel his fingers with my
vagina and felt the mouth and my labia lips themselves stretch as he continued
to push his fingers inside me. With half his hand burried in my cunt, I had the
horrific sensation of stretched lips and a foreign object inside a part of my
body that did not belong between my legs.
He pulled his hands out and I felt the vagina close behind his retracting
fingers as he pulled out a dampened hand saying 'seems perfect to me. Tomorrow,
once the panties have recovered, I have a demonstration to perform for one of
our clients. You are going to treat that young man who had the misfortune of
pulling over and witnessing your sex change to a sex change of his own!' he said
'No!!!!! Please no!!!!' I begged 'I dont want to be raped!!!! I will kill myself
before I will let these fucking panties rape me!!!! Oh god no!!!! I dont want to
give birth, please noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!' I began to began to get hysterical
again.
The doctor merely said 'pull your panties on a follow me now'. Again my breast
brains took control and forced me to pull the panties, in a shuddering whimper
up my legs until they touched and clasped my vulva like a hand hold. I got off
the bed and walked behind him feeling the swaying weight of my breasts as we
walked down the hall. Walking also exagerated the feeling of my empty crotch
with the usual jiggling of my penis and balls replaced by the slight rubbing
together of my labia lips.
Half way down the hall the doctor stopped next to another office and told me
that I needed to see the nurse inside about some food and a clothing kit. Again
my body complied robotically. Inside the office was a male nurse who looked at
me and smiled sadly. 'Sit down honey and I will get you some food and clothes -
the transformation robs your body of so much energy you just have to replace it
or you'll get really sick' he said
'I refuse to eat if its going to help this fucking thing between my legs rape me
and do this to some other poor bastard!' I shrieked and thrust my pubic mound
forward for him to see.
'Sit down now please' he simply continued, bringing out a tray with sandwiches
and a drink on it. He pointed at it as I sat down and said 'eat this now please'
Against my will I was made to eat, and the doctor was right - I was ravenous,
but I knew that I was fuelling up so that my vulvoid panties would then be able
to use my cunt for its food and for much worse. I tried very hard not to think
about the fact that I was soon going to know exactly what it feels like to be
vaginally fucked, and worse still - to give birth! The merest thought of this
had me glancing between my legs again in horror as I ate. The thought was just
too much to deal with.
The nurse then reached into a locker and pulled out a collection of clothes
which he put on the table top. 'Put on the dress but dont worry about the bra or
other panties or night dress for the moment.... The bra is for your comfort
later, but untill you get shown how to put it on you'll have to live without....
The panties are just normal girls panties... All the girls get a break every so
often from their symbiotic panties, and we require them to dress like a normal
girl on those occasions with normal panties. you will see there is a selection
here, take them all.' he said. All I could do was stare in slack jawed disbelief
at the mans calm in the face of my horrific body hijacking. Compelled again by
my breasts I pulled on what was obviously a girls schooldress. When I was done I
stared downn at myself, the picture of a senior schoolgirl with perky breasts
and slender legs and a very obviously empty groin. Part of me became aroused at
the thought that I had a schoolgirl body, but hitching my dress up and seeing
the girlish mound covered by the very essence of the schoolgirl panty - I again
began hyperventialting in shock.
'Come with me' the nurse said as he walked from the office and I followed him
lamely with the pile of panties, bra and nightie in hand, staring down at the
schoolgirl body as I walked. He led me to a bedroom and told me that this was my
room, I was to wait here. 'If you need to pee, dont forget that girls need to
sit! And I suggest you spread your legs while you urinate to spread your labia,
that way you wont get urine spraying everywhere and going in your vagina'. Again
I was left gobsmacked by the casual reference to my sex changed body. Strangely
though he was right, I did need to pee, so I walked to the toilet and just
stared at the opening. There was no way I was going to acknowledge my lack of a
dick by squatting, so I pulled my dress up and pulled my panties down and thrust
my vulva forward over the toilet opening, grabbing the mound and feeling again
desperately hoping that a penis would rematerialize in the void. The first spray
came out all over the place and I quickly sat down crying as I peed for the
first time as a girl. The urine streamed from between my labia lips in an
awkward spray that seemed to become more directional when I did spread my legs
further as suggested. The feeling was just horrible and I felt again completely
violated. I stared at the fucking vulvoid panties around my knees and began
sobbing again when I saw them quivver and move towards my cunt. I knew what they
wanted without even thinking - it was panty dinner time and they wanted my cunt
to produce another meal of girl juice!
Traumatised by my realization that I had just had my first girls toilet
experience I wiped my cunt with toilet paper to get rid of the wetness - stood
up and pulled the panties back onto my snatch. They grabbed and wriggled when in
place - yet another reminder their growing need. Whimpering loudly I walked to
my bed and sat down, again taking in the irony of just how lucky I would have
thought myself to have a schoolgirl in my room who would do whatever I asked of
her. I lay down and pulled my dress higher, staring yet again at the girlish
form that the hideous panties covered. Opposite my bed was a mirror and I
regarded my crotch in the mirror, looking at the thing from all angles - taking
in its true shape and form and trying to relate what I saw to what I felt
directly. What I saw was a very sexy girls crotch covered in light blue panties
- utterly flat with a distinct crease that showed the grils mouth beneath. To
'wear' the vulva felt exactly as it looked to me. It was hard to imagine that
the person in the mirror was me - let alone that this same person had been male
only 2 hours ago. My body was exhausted and I lay back on the bed and cried
myself to sleep....
When I woke up it was night time and a dim light illuminated my room. I was
disoriented and still in shock. Someone had put me in the bed properly and
removed my schooldress. The sheets draped over my form and I could see the
pronounced bulges of my two breasts thrusting the sheets from my chest. Hoping
beyond hope that this was some cruel hoax I threw aside the sheets and stared at
the two very real mounds on my chest. I craned my neck and my eyes traced a line
down my very femanine and curvaceous stomach to my crotch, where I could see in
the dim light the snug form of a vulva beneath the most innocent looking
panties. The visual reminder was shocking to the core and I found myself
silently repeating a piteous mantra 'I'm a girl! it cant be true!' over and
over. Feeling horribly sorry for myself I almost jumped when I felt someone grab
my vulva and squeeze it. Looking frantically around I saw there was nobody in
the room - at the same time the sensation of having my cunt squeezed ended.
Scared I sat upright when the same thing happened again - looking between my
legs I saw that the panties themselves were cupping my girlhood - sucking their
living fabric onto my vulva skin and into my slit. The sensation was the same as
if a hand were cupping and firmly squeezing my cunt. Panic began to rise as the
panties did this again, and then again - becoming almost rythmic as if trying to
arouse me! The shock hit me at the same time as the electric tingling in my
breasts - the panties were trying to do exactly that - they were hungry. Despite
my greatest mental efforts regain control of my body, one hand moved to my vulva
and began to grab and firmly massage my cunt. I began to cry again, but the
panties and my mammobellum breasts cared not for my cries - I was masturbating
again. One hand squeezed and massaged my breasts and the other alternately
stroked and squeezed my vulva mound. As my hand felt and probed my mound I began
to relive my sex change as I gradually moved towards climax. I recalled the
feeling of my poor penis and balls being consumed by the actions of the very
panties I was now wearing and clutching. I remember the feeling of them
shrinking and the flatness of the space they left.... I recalled the first
sensations of parting skin of my labia lips. The panties were moving quite
significantly now, their edges wriggling the elastic-like cilla and the gusset
twitching and writhing. My vulva rubbing became more frantic, forced by my
breasts and my hand suddenly slipped under the panty fabric to grip and tease my
vulva directly. My fingers ran up and down my slit and caressed and gripped the
vulva mound, squeezing it in my hand - the pressure sending wave after wave of
heat through my clitoras. I hated the alien sexuality of my cunt and, replaying
my violent sex change, I recalled the moment I felt my vagina begin to form as
my fingers involuntarily entered the vagina hole and thrust inside me. Staring
is disbelief between my legs I watched in horror as my frantic hand pumped up
and down inside my panties as I finger fucked myself for the first time. The
sensation was pure sex horror and in moments I was having an extreme female
orgasm, my hips wildly pumping, my hand still probing my vagina internally and
girl juice just spewing from my hole. The panties again were in a feeding frenzy
and I withdrew my hand from within their domain and just broke down completely
as they gorged themselves on my masturbation juices. When the ordeal was over I
layed back down, glistening with sweat and exhausted. Aching I rolled onto my
stomach only to find my breasts made it completely uncomfortable. In the end I
had to just roll on my side and fall asleap.
Twice more that first night I was woken by the feeding needs of my panties and I
was twice more forced to endure the nightmare of enforced masturbation of this
girls body I was trapped in. I knew I had to do something, had to escape and had
to do something about the foul panties that had done this awful thing to me. In
the morning I woke early, my first morning as a girl. Feeling somewhat revived
despite the broken nature of my sleep I sat up and decided to look at my body in
greater detail. I stood in front of the mirror, and my reflection shocked me
utterly. Before me was a youngish looking girl (my hair had grown overnight and
my facial features had softened), with firm ripe breasts, long sexy legs and a
to-die-for snatch covered by some sexy light blue bikini style panties. The girl
nervously grabbed her breasts and watched how they looked in the mirror. She sat
on the floor and spread her legs - exposing crotch utterly devoid of any bulge
and with the subtle hint of a vulva crack indicated in the shape of the panties.
My shock had forced me to block out the fact that this was me. The girl looked
at her panty covered crotch from many angles, from behind, the side, spread
legged, cross legged and all manner of positions. Periodically the girl would
touch herself, and when she did I shuddered momentarily back to reality as I
directly felt the sensation of this girls hand on my cunt. The girl stood and
faced the mirror and pulled her panties to her knees. Reality again hit me in
the face as I stared at the girls bald vulva. My vulva! I could see the start of
my cunt lips, and stared at the space that my penis used to occupy. My hips were
wider now, so even with my legs closed I could see the curve of my cunt lips in
a small triangle of air bewteen my legs. I sat on the floor and spread my legs -
watching the horribly female sex organ between my legs revealed more
graphically. Spreading my legs further I saw the lips part and gasped at the
sensation. I posed in various positions to see my cunt from many angles, trying
to resolve how it felt to how it looked. Staring at my cunt lips I had a
flashback to the previous day where I witnessed some other poor vulvoid girl
give birth to my panties! I tried to imagine the violation she must have felt as
some foul enslaving organism forced its way out of a birth canal that she was
never meant to have. I grabbed and felt my cunt, fingering my vulva and watching
the shape as I probed my new sex organ. I tried to tell myself that it was ok,
that it was going to be fun to experience girlhood. After all the orgasms were
intense and regular. But despite this I knew that I could never accept this
body. It simply was not mine, I was not born a girl. I was meant to have
errections and have a muscular chest and bulge filled underpants. I hated the
terribly intrusive feeling of my breasts and the flatness, the emptyness, the
invasiveness of my cunt. I hated being a girl and I hated even more the
knowledge that my breasts could control me and that I was a host to some
incredible lifeform that regularly violated me - my vulvoid panties.
I sat on the floor hugging myself and wishing I was dead when I heard the click
of the door opening to my room. The doctor I had met yesterday came in and saw
me on the floor. 'How did you sleep?' he asked
'how do you think!' I told him 'these fucking panties made me.... made me....
oooohhhh....' I broke down in tears again
'masturbate right?' he said 'how many times?' he asked
'three!!!! three fucking times I had to touch this horrible thing between my
legs!!!! three horrific girls orgasms!!! how do you think I feel!!!! you bastard
I HATE YOU!!!!' I screamed at him
'I can live with that... anyway, three times should be enough - get dressed and
come with me, put your vulvoid panties on' he said and my body robotically
complied as if he were god and me a puppet. I pulled my panties back on, pulled
on my schooldress and walked behind him to his office. Waiting in his office was
a man dressed in an army uniform, very high ranking from his stars. He looked at
me and nodded then looked at the doctor.
'Is this the girl you spoke of?' he said
'Yes, third generation, a perfect conversion and its only been sixteen hours
since he became a girl' The doctor said 'Please show us your body Lisa...'
The electric sensation in my breasts and the accompanying nipple engorgement
that seemed to preceed the breast control happened immediately he spoke. I
pulled my dress off and stood as the general approached and looked at my body.
His eyes took in my breasts and fell to my crotch.
'Are those the vulvoid panties?' he asked the doctor
'Yes - they are the ones that Fiona birthed yesterday. I estimate they took less
than an hour to change our friend here into a vulvoid girl' he continued
'How does it feel to become a girl?' the general asked
'Its completely horrific! I hate how my cunt feels! I hate how these breasts
feel! I cant bear the feel of these fucking panties touching me - they have
riuned my body! Im trapped in this girls body and I hate it! They make me do the
most horrific things!' I sobbed to him
'I imagine so' he said thoughtfully 'there is no doubt that a prisoner facing
this fate will reveal all to us - I am convinced. But I am worried about the
breast control. I cant imagine Lisa here cooperating in a sex change
assignment.... She seems to be fully in control of her mouth... Wouldnt that
blow the cover during the seduction phase?' the general asked
'No.... Lisa here has verbal freedom because we do not need her to be otherwise
here. In fact in this facility I like to hear what my subjects feel, but dont
doubt the control of those mammobellums. Let me show you... Lisa, please pretend
to flirt with the general...'
My nipples swelled and all of a sudden I was smiling at the general. I was
internally horrified, but could only watch as I winked at him and sidled up to
him. 'Do you like my breasts general' I giggled? 'Touch them please, I need to
feel your hands on my firm ripe breasts' my voice continued. The gernal obliged
and I straddled his leg rubbing my cunt up and down on his trousers beginning to
gasp.
'Enough!' said the general 'I see your point - perfect' And at that moment I
regained composure and began whimpering, pulling myself away from the general
and sitting on the bed with my legs crossed trying to forget the shock of my
enslaved actions, quietly crying.
'Where is demonstration subject?' the general asked. This shocked me from my
self pity as I imagined they were talking about the young man whose car I had
flagged over yesterday and who had watched my body change into a girls body -
unable to help.
'In the next room - you can watch from here, this mirror is one way' the doctor
said. Turning to me he said 'put your clothes on - you are about to meet that
young man you flagged down yesterday. I want to you assure him you are fine and
happy about being a girl. Charm him and gain his trust enough to show him your
breasts. You are then to immobilize him with your your breast spray. Once he is
immobile, I want you to turn him into a vulvoid girl and feel free to tell us
what you are feeling once he is immobile. Go!'
I began to hyperventilate, shock setting in. So this was it? Any moment now I
was going to be raped by these hideous panties bewteen my legs? I was going to
give birth for fuck sake! I was going to play a major part in changing that poor
young man into a girl like me! I wanted to scream, but my breast brains had
already taken control. From the generals point of view he saw a girl quietly and
efficiently pull on a dress and walk to the door leading to the next office.
With a forced look back to the men and an equally forced smile, I entered the
room.
In the room was the very young man I remembered. He looked frantic, pacing and
nervous. Seeing me he jumped and said 'get away! get away! I dont want to become
a girl!'
I wanted to scream, to tell him to run. Instead I smiled and said 'Relax! They
dont need to change you any more, they have gotten all the data they need from
me. I wanted to let you know that I am ok. Im actually really liking this body,
and the doc says he can change me back in a week or two once they have studdied
me some more! Isnt that great!' I said, walking over to him
The young man looked a little calmer and said 'is that really you? In that body?
You look fantastic - your face has changed!'
'Yes, but let me tell you the best part is that I get to play with tits until
they change me back, you should see them! They are superb!' I said
'Wow' he said 'they sure do fill out that uniform well dont they!' he said and
we both smiled.
I sat opposite him and said 'Want to see them? My breasts I mean?' I asked
He looked doubtful, but eventually smiled as I sat looking doe eyed at him
'Sure!' he said. 'How does it feel to be a girl anyway?' he asked
I could feel my pulse begin to race and I almost managed to scream 'Hell!', but
the sound choked in my throat as I was forced to stand and pull my dress off.
The young man smiled as he took in my gorgeous body, but began to look nervous
again as he looked between my legs and noticed the same panties that had changed
me into a girl yesterday. At that moment I was perhaps four feet from him, I was
forced to rush towards him and he looked startled as my breasts suddenly sprayed
a liquid from my nipples in his face. He stood, suddenly perplexed, then I saw
his emotions change to dismay and then to fear.
'No!!!!' he squeaked out as he staggered then fell to the floor, looking up at
me with imploring eyes.
'Oh god!!!!!!! Nooooo!!!' I screamed all of a sudden. 'I was forced to do
this!!! My breasts control me! You cant imagine how horrific it is to be a
vulvoid girl!!!' I blubbered. Suddenly I felt the cilla-like elastic edges of my
panties grip my skin. I tried to pull them off but failed. I felt the panties
tap into my body fluid and began to sob as the gusset of the panties began to
grow. I was forced to sit on the floor and spread my legs widely. Both me and
the paralysed young man stared in horror as the gusset quickly grew to the size
of an egg, then to teh size of an orange - inflating and engorging like some
alien sex organ. We both knew that this was exactly what it was.
It took about 5 minutes to finish engorging during which I told the man in near
hysterics how my cunt felt and what the panties had done to me since I had
changed. I was forced to grab the bulge, feeling it firm yet somhow plastic in
my hand. It filled my hands like the bulge of my penis once did, only lower down
betwen my legs. I was forced to rub the bulge up and down against my slit and I
could feel myself becoming wet as I did so. The young man lay whimpering and I
was now speechless.
Suddenly I began feeling the gusset bulge move of its own accord. I whimpered as
it contracted, pushing my cunt lips aside, then returning. The next time it did
this it contracted further and I could feel the pressure of its surface on my
vagnia entrance. The next contraction I screamed - the bulge contracted
completely and I felt the bulk push my cunt lips apart, enter my vagina and push
an incredibly long way up my vagina passage. 'Oh god!!!! Its in me!!!! The panty
cock is inside me! So deep inside!!! I cant bear it!!! Its so much further
inside me than my own fingering ever god - you cant imagine how violated I
feel!!!! OOOOOhhhhh' I screached while staring at the flatness of my panties
crotch. The crotch reinflated and I felt the panty penis slide out of me. Just
as quickly it slid back in and then out and then in and within moments it was
fucking me utterly. From the outside we both saw the panties alternate from
engorged to flat, throbbing in and out like a heart beating between my legs.
Unlike the bulge that pulsated when I had changed sex, the bulge here was much
larger and I cried and whimpered as I felt the panty penis thrust in and out of
my cunt - my most horrific girlhood sensation yet.
Despite my horror and hate my body reacted to the panty penis massaging of my
girls sex organs and I began to pant and before long had a throbbing orgasm as
the panty penis suddenly ruptured inside my vagina, spilling its contents deep
inside me. I knew it had just seeded my womb with some foul substance that was
going to grow into a pair of these same panties. The young man lay crying -
looking terrified on the ground. I pulled the panties down my legs and threw
them angrily aside, staring at my cunt with almost as much horror as the young
parylised man. My breasts again took control and, despite the cramping I ws now
feeling in my abdomen as the panties began to grow inside me, I was forced to
take the young mans clothes off. He tried to struggle, and even managed to sob
'please dont!' - but I was in no position to help him. The young man had a huge
erection despite himself, no doubt the result of viewing my girls body in
intimate detail. I was gripped by the most amazing feeling - penis envy - and I
knealt beside him feeling it, touching it. It was only yesterday that I had a
penis like this and testicles. They seemed so big compared to my flat bald
snatch. I hated him for having this. I wanted my one back. I couldnt keep my
hands off it. I kept glancing from his cock to between my legs regarding my
girlhood with lothing. All the while my stomach churned and throbbed as the
panties continued to grow inside me.
With my raping complete and the boy prostrate and nude before me I sat before
him with my cunt only inches from his face as I told him how I felt and about
the Genetech project. I noticed my stomach distending slightly and some time
later, after what must have been half an hour of self pitying decrying of my
girls body I felt the first contraction. It was like a stitch in my stomach that
came and went. I got another and began to cry again saying 'its time! Im going
to give birth! Oh god - can this get any worse!! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!' I yelped. The
contractions grew stronger and stronger and were verging on the painful. Whilst
I realized that birthing panties was nowhere near as large an object as a baby I
still remembered that the panties came in a sac that was large with fluid. My
nipples came errect and I stood, straddling the now hysterical young man. My
legs astride his pelvis, my cunt over his penis, I began moaning as I felt the
horrific sensation of something coming through my vagina! Deep inside the
pressure built and built and I groaned and spread my legs further as the pain
moved along my birth canal. I began panting like the girls in the birth videos I
had seen at school and suddenly I felt the object near the end of my birth
canal. My normally flat vulva was internally distended, puffing out and standing
proud. I screamed with grief as I felt the object finally open my external
vagina entrance and push my cunt lips apart. My cunt lips were stretched to
hurting. Suddenly there was this thing hanging from my cunt, pushing its way
out. I pushed again and we both saw a large part of the panty sac emerge. Inside
you could clearly see the new panties writhing. I screamed as the sac finally
plopped from my vagina, falling onto the young mans stomach to lay quivering
with the writhing form of the new panties inside.
My eyes flicked from this horrific object on the mans stomach to my own cunt, as
did his eyes, where we could see my vagina opening slowly close. With the young
man hyperventilating I was forced to lean over him and pick up the sac. I
squeezed it and it ruptured, spilling fluid over us both. I now held the panties
in my hands and with trembling hands I began to pull the panties onto him. They
writhed limply for a moment, but once I had them near his knees they seemed to
gain some imperitave and the elastic-like cilla edges grabbed his skin and the
panties pulled themselves up his legs. He was sobbing unconrrollably as the
panties finally reached his groin, but I had to tuck his errection inside the
panties before they were fully on him. As the top of the panties closed over his
cock, I realized that this was the last time we would both see his dick again.
The panties gripped his skin around the edges and I saw him flinch as they began
to engorge - readying themselves for an onslaught that would see this poor young
man with a cunt just like me....
To be continued....
