Donna's Transformation

DONNA'S TRANSFORMATION

CHAPTER 4 - [Week 3 - Thursday]

Donna woke at seven and looked at Todd. He was still asleep. Last night had gone as planned, dinner, oral sex, early bedtime. She'd dodged the bullet again.

How long could she keep doing it? All he had to do was reach his hand for her in the middle of the night, slide it between her legs and feel the piercings and it would all be over. She imagined the conversation. "When did you do this?" "Last week." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I...wanted to surprise you." "Where is the key?" That was where it would all come tumbling down around her head. Donna looked down at the jewelry between her legs. She could use the metal snips in the basement to cut the chain. But what then? What when Peter saw that? She had no choice. Todd or Peter. And right now, Peter controlled more of her life than Todd. Probably from now on.

She looked in the closet, ran her fingers over one of her sexy dresses, thought about wearing it to work. But Peter would know. She didn't know how the fuck he would know, but he would know. He had spies. Or something.

She stepped to Todd's side of the closet, looked for something to wear but the few things she tried on were too big. Todd wasn't a large man but the sizes were different enough that the clothes hung wrong on her.

Donna ended up choosing the blouse and slacks from one of her pantsuits and a pair of flat black shoes. With her short hair and no jewelry, she hoped Peter would be satisfied. She'd at least tried. She walked into the bathroom, caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and tilted her head. She stared at her chest. Her breasts looked smaller. Was that possible?

She reached into the hamper and picked up one of her bras, put it on. She was only a 34C but the bra felt loose. She dropped it and tried on another one. It felt the same, baggy material at least one cup too large. Could that actually happen? She knew that her breasts changed sizes during her period and that they would if she were pregnant, but neither of those was true. Donna pushed the idea to the back of her mind and turned on the hot water, got into the shower. As she soaped up, she felt stubble under her armpits. That was strange, she usually had to shave only every few weeks, this had just been a couple of days. She put on her makeup and dressed for work, managed to leave the house before Todd woke up.

Donna was aware that people in the office were staring at her as she came down the hallway. Nobody came right out and asked, but they certainly noticed her new look. She strutted confidently past them, trying to intimidate them into silence. It seemed to work.

Early in the afternoon, Steve Fordson stopped her and asked her how things were going. Was she still planning to beat him out for the new position Powers had open? Was she still planning to sleep her way into the front office?

Donna just laughed and reminded him that he was only where he was because Powers liked him. One sucked up and the other sucked cock. Fordson laughed and said, "touche".

At three, Donna started closing her desk down, she could leave as late as three-twenty and still make it to Peter's hotel on time. At three-fifteen, Steve Fordson came by again and started a conversation. Donna tried to fend him off, brought the discussion to a conclusion three or four times, but he was relentless. At three-thirty, he finally stopped talking and walked away. Donna rushed out of the building and down the elevator, arriving at Peter's suite just barely on time.

"You're playing a dangerous game, dear," Peter said once she stepped inside.

"What do you mean?" Donna asked.

"These aren't men's clothes at all, are they?" He fingered her blouse, pointed at her shoes. Donna shook her head. "No, not really. But..."

"But nothing. How the fuck am I going to walk you into Ricky's front door wearing women's clothing? Should I tell them you're in drag?" She saw a momentary glint in his eye but it faded and he walked into the bedroom. He returned with a men's bowling shirt and jeans, white BVDs and socks and shoes. He threw them on the floor next to the case with the cock in it. "Get dressed."

Donna stripped and pulled the cock into place. Then she slid the underwear over it, letting the thick cock dangle down her left leg. She put on the rest of the clothes and stood waiting for Peter's approval.

"Come and look at yourself in the mirror," he said. They went into the bathroom and Donna found herself face to face with "Don". She was amazed again at how much she resembled a man in the outfit. Her small breasts still showed but she could see more nipple than breast now. What would the men at Ricky's think? She know that some transvestites took hormones to make their breasts grow, she probably wouldn't raise any eyebrows. Her ass tingled as she remembered the looks she'd got from Rex the other night.

Peter stood behind her and slowly lifted his right hand. He ran the back of his hand over her chin. She felt what he felt, the drag of tiny hairs. She leaned closer to the mirror and watched as he ran his finger over the tiny black hairs just sprouting above her upper lip. She saw him smile. Peter took her right elbow and raised it, pushed his nose into her armpit and sniffed. "Good," was all he said.

Donna felt a chill run through her, dread twisted her insides. "What do you mean 'good'?"

"The hormones. I told you."  He pushed his hand against her chest, pressing hard on her right tit. "You *have* noticed, haven't you?"

Tears welled in her eyes and she pressed her lips tightly together. "Oh God, oh God, what are you doing to me?"

Peter slid his hand down the front of her pants, stroked the head of the cock and watched her mouth open and let out a gasp of pleasure. "You know exactly what I am doing," he said, stroking her twice more then pulling his hand back. "Let's go. I have someone I want you to meet."

Donna followed him out of the suite and into the elevator.

"And I want you to go shopping for new clothes. What you did today is unacceptable. Once more and I will go public with the photos. Do you understand?"

Donna nodded.

"Say it."

"Yes, Peter, I understand. I will buy a new wardrobe of men's clothes for myself." As she said the words, she felt a rush of shame go through her. But there was an undercurrent she didn't want to examine. She'd never been in someone else's power before and she was afraid it was waking something up inside her.

Peter had the taxi drop them off at a small club. It was one she'd never been to, had heard nothing about. When they went inside, she knew why. It was a drag club. There were four different men on the bill that night, a Marilyn Monroe, a Liza Minnelli, a Carol Channing and a Madonna. The audience was all couples, men or women in pairs, leaning across tables whispering to each other, holding hands, laughing over stories. Donna felt her moorings slipping even more. If Peter was dressing her as a man, why bring her to a drag club where men were dressing as women?

Peter chatted with the busty blond at the door - a cross-dresser named Pete - and walked Donna to the bar. He ordered two glasses of white wine, sipped with her quietly for a while.

"Do you see that man at the end of the bar?" Peter asked, tilting his head toward the back of the room. Donna turned and saw a tall, slim man wearing a flowery print shirt and a pearl necklace. His hair was shaved nearly bald, colored a bright blue. "His name is Karl. He likes to fuck during the show." Peter took another sip of wine, stroked Donna's cock under the table. She purred.

"When Madonna is on doing her show, I want you to go over and introduce yourself as Don, tell him Peter said he can fuck your ass *if* she sings 'Like a Virgin'." Peter laughed. "Fucked up enough for you?" Donna nodded her head but couldn't help thinking, what was she turning into?

During the first act - a bad Liza Minelli - Peter steadily stroked Donna's ass. She felt the arousal building inside her, wanted to reach into her pants and stroke the cock, make herself cum. This must be what it's like for guys in a strip club, she thought. She felt her cunt dripping, nipples swelling underneath the shirt. A couple a few chairs down kept looking at her and Peter, smiling and nodding approval. One of the men reached his hand around his lover's head, pressed their mouths together and kissed him deep. When he pulled his mouth away, he turned his boyfriend's head and both of them watch Donna. Her arousal was obvious, between the lost look on her face and the nipples stiffening underneath the shirt, she couldn't hide anything.

The half of the couple who was closest to her leaned forward and whispered, "nice job with the chest. Hormone therapy?" Donna honestly answered "yes", humiliated by the misunderstanding. "May I?" the man asked. Donna felt a rush of heat between her legs and nodded, whispering "please..." He ran his finger lightly over her left nipple, watched her face, her rounded lips drawing in air, chest rising. He slid his finger up and down, then gently pinched. Donna's knees went weak and she leaned forward, opened her mouth for a kiss.

"Wow," he said, stepping back, "you're really something." His lover pulled him closer. "Yes, he is, and you'd better watch yourself." He kissed his boyfriend's neck. "Peter will get jealous."

Peter smiled and Donna froze. They knew him too. Did Peter know everyone in town?

"So, Peter?" the man said, leaning forward. "This one an ass or a snatch?"

"All ass. All ass," Peter said, stroking Donna's bottom. "Tell him, Don. Tell him what you like." She felt her face glowing red, but her pussy was on fire. "More than anything in the world."

Donna leaned forward, uncertain how to say it, hungry to slide the man's pants down and take his cock up her ass. "Cock. In my ass. More than anything in the world." She whispered, eyes locked on his. The man smiled and turned to his lover. "This one's eager. Maybe we'll DP him someday?" The both laughed, then pulled close into each others arms and started making out.

Madonna went into her act and Donna looked down the bar. Karl was there, staring directly at her. Donna felt her insides churn, she could feel his cock inside her already. Her legs were shaking as she walked down the bar, around the end and next to him.

"I need your cock in my ass. Right now."

Karl gave her an angry look and turned to Peter. "Peter!" he called. Peter walked calmly to him, asked what was wrong. "He's too hungry. He's coming on to me already. Didn't you explain it?"

Peter looked at Donna. She immediately apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry. I...I don't know here songs that well...I'll...come back..." Peter smiled, she'd done a decent job backing down. Karl smiled, he seemed happy enough. "Sorry if I scared you. I just...I just *love* that song so much!" Donna and Peter walked back to their spot and listened. When Madonna went into 'Like a Virgin', Donna walked to Karl. He didn't waste a second, he pulled her into the back hallway and slid her pants down around her knees, shoved his cock in her ass and came in just a few strokes. "Yeah. You're good. Just like Alex said," he moaned. "Next time, you gotta do that ass clench thing you did for him," he said, then walked back to the bar without even pulling her pants back up.

Donna cleaned herself up and came back to Peter's side. "One more thing tonight and you can go. It's very, very important to me that you don't lose your enthusiasm for taking cock up your ass. So. I've altered the drugs and the wiring in the cock just a bit. Just a wee bit. From now on, you're not going to cum all the time." She stared at him angrily. But he was right. She knew that from Psych 101. Occasional reinforcement is much, much more effective than constant reinforcement.

"You'll typically come after every three or four ass fucks. IF they're spaced close enough together." Donna pictured the glory hole, the constant stream of cocks she could get on a good night but the intermittent ass fucks on slower nights.

"We might need to change your approach a little bit," he taunted. "Maybe you should start seeking cock out on your own." She looked around the room. Most of these men were in couples. How the hell would she find gay men interested in a one-night stand. And as part of a gang bang on top of that? Peter watched her face gradually disintegrate and continued, "or maybe do something to encourage the men I bring to come by more often. And closer together." She leaned forward onto the bar, she needed something to support her as her body went limp picturing her new life. "Here's one. Maybe you can dress up as a girl and sleep with a college football team?" He chuckled. "You'd just need to convince them you're a woman. And convince them to fuck you up the ass." Donna trembled but managed not to sob.

"Why don't you see if this place has a glory hole, Don?" Peter said, just loud enough for the tables around them to hear. Several couples turned their heads and smiled at her. The man who was sitting next to her at the bar took her hand. "Come on, Don, it's this way," he said with a big smile. "And I'm first."

[Week 4 - Tuesday]

Donna heard Peter say goodbye to Cliff and close the door. She got off the bed and picked up a towel off the floor. She pressed the towel onto the sheets, soaked up the small puddle of cum, then threw it into the bathroom. She pulled the sheets back up and smoothed them flat. She propped the pillows against the headboard then walked into the bathroom, feeling the slickness between her thighs, listening to the sound it made while she walked.

She squatted over the toilet and squeezed down, felt the cum drizzling out of her ass, heard it splash in the bowl. Just three weeks ago, this would have been embarrassing, humiliating, now, draining fresh cum out of her asshole was just part of her daily routine - on Tuesdays and Thursdays anyway. She wiped herself and went to the sink to rinse her face and wipe herself down. She used a wash-rag on her belly, up and down her arms and legs. Then, she tugged the fake cock over the edge of the sink and washed it down with her hands. As she soaped it up, she felt the tingling in her cunt. It was confusing, disconcerting, to feel excitement while rubbing a cock that hung down between her own legs.

She'd cum with the last man. He was the third of the group Peter had arranged for her. They used her in quick succession, it was more than enough to get her over the top. She was exhausted and sore, but it was more than worth it. Her orgasm had been intense, it was her first one since last Thursday night and she'd been very busy in between.

Donna had spent most of Saturday shopping for clothes. It was an embarrassing and confusing experience. She did all of her shopping at two stores, asking the men a variety of questions about underpants, socks, undershirts, all parts of a world she'd never had to understand before. Both men clearly saw that she was cross dressing and it humiliated her. At least she knew one thing - there was less stigma to a woman wearing man's clothes than the other way around. A woman could always call it 'fashion'.

Still, she found it difficult. She'd bought five pair of boxer shorts, five pair of white briefs, five shirts and three suits, each with a spare pair of pants. She figured that would be plenty to get her through a week, then laundry and start again. At the second store, she bought casual clothes, two pair of jeans, two pair of khakis, and a half dozen tops.

Her experience at the shoe store was more humiliating, She started off trying to bluff her way through, show no hesitation, just tell the woman to find her a pair of shoes. But then the questions started coming. Formal or comfortable? How long do you need them to last? More walking or just indoor for show? Slowly, it became more and more evident that the shoes were for her and slowly, the woman became more and more explicit in the way she spoke to her. By the time she'd sold Donna three pair of shoes - one formal and two casual - she'd made a date for her at the same gay bar Donna's been spending nights at.

The last four days with Todd had been difficult too. Tuesday was easy and Wednesday they went out for dinner and a movie, then home for oral sex. Thursday they missed each other, but on Friday, Peter came home at ten, horny and insistent on fucking her face to face, full cock-in-pussy action. She put him off and changed into her sexiest bra and panty set, did a pole dance in the living room using a broom handle as a prop, then got on her hands and knees, crawled across the floor to him like he was a customer at a strip club. Todd was still drinking and talking dirty to her. She took him in her mouth and he came in just a few minutes. She woke him with another blowjob on Saturday morning which kept him satisfied for the rest of the weekend.

Roger and Steve had both commented about her clothes on Monday, but neither of them said anything about fucking her so she just left them alone. Rod was out of her life so she could focus completely on Peter. And she did.

She'd had a close call with Steve on Monday afternoon. She'd been surfing the internet and spent two hours on and off learning about anal sex and different things gay men seemed to like. She remembered the movies Peter had her watch two weeks ago, playing some of the scenes in her head. She was distracted when Peter came into her cubicle.

"Donna, what the hell? We have a meeting," Steve had said, leaning down close to hers. She'd jumped in her seat and her hand sprung to the keyboard. But before she could swap the screen, Steve had seen what she was watching. Two hugely muscled men, short haired, oiled and naked, were sucking each other's cocks. She turned to him panic on her face. He didn't say anything but she knew he'd seen the screen. She reached to cover the small piece of paper next to her keyboard but he got to it first, picked it up and read it.

"'gloryus9999'? and 'freakshow'. A username and password, I take it?" He'd waved the paper in front of her face. "I think you're going to have some real explaining to do, Donna," he threatened. "Let's see how the promotion goes, eh? Surfing gay porn on company time..."

She remember how she'd snatched the paper out of his hand and stormed past him, pushing him against the wall. He'd remember that, she'd need to do something about it tomorrow. Maybe call him, have him come to her place, give him a wild, incredible fuck...she stopped. She couldn't fuck Steve. She had no pussy anymore.

"Donna!" Peter called, breaking her out of her thoughts. "Donna, John's here."

Donna spun around and rushed back into the bedroom. She reached into the bag John had sent and pulled out something called a 'jock strap'. She'd had to look it up on the internet when Peter told her what John wanted but now she knew how it worked. She pulled it on, tugged it high around her waist, felt the cock lying stiff and flat against her chest. Over that, a pair of shiny blue gym shorts. She sat on the bed and pulled up white tube socks, tugging them as high as they could go.

"So, John, how was the gym?" she heard Peter ask.

She slid on the sneakers John had bought. They were the right size, she'd told Peter the size she bought the other day. The only things left in the bag were a sweatband and a no-sleeve athletic shirt.

"Really a great workout, man. Really great. And all those sweaty, buff bodies..."

She pulled the sweatband over her head, adjusted it to the middle of her forehead. Then, she pulled the shirt on.

"You're pretty turned on, I'll bet. Come on, let's grab a couple bottles of cold water."

Donna froze looking at the mirror. There was no mistaking it now, she was growing underarm hair. She felt her eyes water. She heard John and Peter talking in the kitchen, stared at her upraised arm. She ran her finger underneath her armpit, felt the hair growing there. Some of them were nearly an inch long already, most shorter. The growth wasn't sparse, either. When it came in, she was going to be very hairy. She thought of her crotch. She'd always been hairy. The hormones didn't really have a lot of work to do, did they? she thought. She put her face close to the mirror, saw the hairs along her upper lip were getting more distinct.

Peter stepped into the room, held the door open for John. "Here he is, John. Just like you asked." John sat the bottle down on the dresser and pulled his shirt over his head. It was sweaty and dropped to the floor with a damp sound.

"Not too macho, not too ripped, just right to..." John held up his hand and Peter stopped talking. Donna stared at John. He was handsome in the classic "rugged guy" way. Short cropped dark brown hair, commanding eyes and a beautifully muscled body.

"Just right to ass hammer," John said, still moving closer. "Have you heard the word brownie queen, Don?" Donna felt her cunt get wet, couldn't take her eyes away from his chest. John reached for her, ran a hand across her chest. "I want to see if you're a brownie queen, Don." Her nipple immediately stiffened, another wave of arousal flared in her pussy. John turned to Peter. "Exactly like I asked for. Sensitive nipples..." his voice trailed off and Donna closed her eyes. She felt his fingers closing around her left nipple, his other hand on her right. "Not every man realizes exactly how wonderful these can be..." He pinched her lightly, then harder. Donna felt the twitching between her legs, clenched her ass, felt it in her pussy.

John slid the shirt up Donna's chest, leaned forward and put his mouth on her left nipple, sucked, nibbled, enjoyed the feeling of the nipple stiffening between his lips. "They're so long," John whispered. "Do you use weights on them?" Donna nodded and moaned, reached for his chest, felt his abs and another rush of heat in her cunt. She wanted his cock in her...she wanted his cock in her ass. She felt herself choke as bile came up in the back of her throat. She realized that she always thought of her ass first. Of cock up her ass, not her pussy. This man was pure man-lust, not one of the faceless cocks from the glory hole or one of the ass-fuckers Peter had been setting her up with. This was a man she would have gone after on her own. All muscle and power and male heat and..she wanted him to fuck her ass. Her pussy wasn't even part of her anymore. Peter had won. Already.

She grabbed his face and pulled it up, kissed him hard on the mouth, ground her crotch against him. He ran his hand around her back, slid a finger into her ass. She moaned and closed her eyes, kissing harder, licking his neck, whispering in his ear, "I want you in me. Now, deep, forever. Come on." She slid her hand down the front of his gym shorts, felt the sweaty, sticky cock and balls. His cock was limp, what was she doing wrong? She ran her fingers along his spine, down the crack of his ass, then back to his cock. He was still limp. She pulled him back slowly toward the bed, turned him around, pushed him down slowly. He leaned back onto the bed, pulling Donna's shirt over her head as he went. Donna started kissing his chest, then quickly slid her tongue down to his navel, licking it, tasting and enjoying the sweat. She slid his pants down, saw he wasn't wearing a jock strap, just boxers. She slid them down and leaned forward, positioned her mouth over his cock. He put his hands behind his head and watched her. She put the head of John's cock in her mouth, closed her lips around it gently and started sucking. She licked the shaft, pushed it deep into her mouth so she could lick his sweaty ball sack. She sucked the hairs and the soft flesh, felt his still-limp cock against her tongue and the back of her mouth. After she sucked a while, she pulled back.

"You're not liking this, baby? What am I doing wrong?" she asked.

"No, I loved it. It was nice. But you have to work a little harder," John said, getting up on one elbow. "My nipples. Come on up here and work on them first."

Donna climbed on the bed and leaned over him. She started licking his left nipple, enjoying the salty sweaty taste. She licked around his entire breast, caught his cock out of the corner of her eye, saw it stiffening. That excited her and she came at him faster. He touched the back of her head gently and moved her down his side, up into her armpit. She smelled the man smell on her and opened her mouth, took in as much of the thick, damp, black hair as she could manage and sucked on them. The taste was disgusting and wonderful. She reached her free hand for his cock and felt it. He was fully stiff, the head enormous, the shaft twitching in her hand. She went quickly to his other armpit, sucked it, rubbed his cock with her hand. The pre-cum soaked her fingers and she licked harder.

"I'm ready," he whispered. Donna got up and squatted over him, reached between her legs for his shaft, slid it easily into her ass. "Aaahhhh..." she moaned, burying it as deep into her as she could. John reached for her cock but she shook her head. "No, please, don't touch it. I just need you. I need you in my ass. I need you fucking my ass, deep up inside, fuck my belly, fuck me like a man, fuck me like a man..." she kept repeating, more for herself than for him, swimming in the deep water of her new identity.