Genetic Sluts 2

"Paul! Paul, can you hear me?" Paul Cheong came around in surprise. He was in the office of Dr Lambert, a chief surgeon at the clinic in which he was interning.

"Paul, there was an incident during surgery. You were assisting me in replacing a breast implant, but when you held the saline bag you started licking it and slobbering, rubbing it all over your face. I had to have you sedated. Well, this is the first case I've seen but it has been documented. Doctors have had to keep it a little hush hush, but it seems you are one of a small percentage of people who are natural, genetic sluts. You have no hope of living a normal life, I'm sorry to say. Your transformation has already begun, it started when you were in contact with the implant. If you feel your testicles you will find they have atrophied. You're also probably feeling suggestible, and most likely aroused."

Paul did as Lambert asked, and sure enough his balls felt tiny. His penis was rock hard though, and he felt on the edge of orgasm. His head swam with Lambert's words, but they seemed to make sense. Paul looked up to Lambert, and already had spent a good deal of time following his instructions closely, but for the first time he noticed the doctor's trim body, strong jaw and thick salt and pepper hair.

"I'm going to be sorry to lose you, Paul, you were dedicated and promising. But there's no way I can endanger a patient by putting you in the room with them just because they have breast implants. Please take off your clothes." Almost robotically, Paul complied. "You're going to feel a lot more, well, natural isn't the right word, but normal once you've changed... Yes, your nipples are nearly ready. Please rub this lotion into your chest, it'll help."

As Paul took the small pot of cream and began applying it, Dr Lambert placed a tray on his desk and put on surgical gloves. On the tray were two extremely large breast implants, each the size of Paul's head.

"I know they seem large, but in a moment they might not seem large enough to you. I don't know what you're going to be, Paul, but I'll make sure you're looked after. Now, I want you to masturbate while I insert your implants."

Lambert pulled Paul's nipple and it stretched inhumanly, as if were made of elastic. When he let go, it twanged back against his chest but seemed looser. The doctor inserted a thumb deep into a growing aperture at the tip of the nipple with no resistance whatsoever. Despite his wide-eyed horror, Paul began sliding his sweating hand up and down his erection. As his nipple opened, seemingly impossibly, to stretch around the giant bag, he let out a squeal of madness. His mind broke, and his madness became delight. Cum spouted from his dick, splashing the floor and the doctor's shoes. The huge implant settled, standing firm from Paul's chest. 

Lambert tutted at the mess, then chuckled to himself. "I'm not sure what I expected... Here's the second one, Paul." As he pressed the implant against Paul's gaping nipple, the changing man's dick slipped away to become a clitoris, and the soft skin of his scrotum separated into labia. The opening between them met the vagina that had been growing inside him since he first touched the implant in the operating theatre. His body, not exactly large to begin with, became slender and tan lines began to appear on his skin. As the second huge breast settled in place, Lambert watched with clinical fascination.

Lambert knew from studies that this new body was being constructed from Paul's own subconscious. He was determining his own form, something unknown in all of nature. Hair billowed from Paul's head and his skin began to age, wrinkling and sagging in a few places. Body hair vanished, and permanent make up faded into place. Paul's tongue lolled from his mouth and his eyes rolled back in his as he came for the first time as a woman.

Soon he had gone from a medical student in his mid twenties to a huge titted slut in her late forties. Paul's Korean heritage shone through in the skin and slight frame of the new woman, and made her giant breasts even more incongruous.

Her mind reoriented - whatever I was, she thought, now I need to feel good. This guy will give me some fun. "I can see your hard on, sir. Let me fuck you with my new fun bags!"

Lambert dropped his trousers and let the bimbo slut take him to ecstacy between her mammoth knockers.

As his cum splattered the upper surfaces of her imposing appendages, Lambert decided to move her into his bachelor pad. "Can you cook, my dear?"