Into the Night

When you got home from work, there were men in your apartment. One was waiting behind the door and closed it before you got a chance to react. Two more were in the living room of your expensive executive home. They were all big, hard looking - if there had been one you might have chanced a fight. But three - you thought you were about to get murdered.

"Great job on the Forbes property," one smiled. "Your bosses must be very pleased." You'd acquired a hotly-contested lot in the centre of the city, ripe for development. Your company were going to be paying you a six figure bonus for the work.

The man speaking was tall and muscular, you could see that even through his suit. He radiated control. "Come and sit down with me," he said and it felt like a command you could not disobey. "I was impressed on one hand, but I must tell you that it's a problem for me on the other. I had a lot riding on that property and now I am going to lose a significant amount of money."

You managed to get your mouth working. "I'm sorry if it causes you problems. That's business though, I hope you understand."

"I do understand," he said with a chuckle. "See boys, he's polite!" The other two goons laughed too. "I am not here to blame you for doing a good job, and we aren't going to hurt you. I just wanted to give you a job in recognition. I can't afford to have you on the other team."

"I'm under contract," you explained. "I can't compete for five years if I leave. So I'm sorry but I must decline."

The man stood. He was imposing, a real alpha. His calmness unnerved you. You could feel your balls contract in response.

"Don't worry, I'm putting you in a non-competing position." You started to protest but he cut you off. "The deal is done. Let's seal it with a handshake." He grasped your hand and you felt magnetised somehow. His eyes, his irresistible handsome eyes, burned into your brain. You felt small, compliant.

"So you understand," he whispered. "You have already begun to change." You gulped in fear at the realisation that you didn't just feel smaller - you were smaller. Thinner and lighter too, all those hours in the gym before work lost in an instant.

"What are you?"

He smiled down at you. "I'm a pimp. And you... you're my whore."

You whirled to look in the mirror, and found your face unrecognisable. Softer, without stubble, your neat cropped hair suddenly long and dark. Something inside you snapped and your pretty new eyes filled with tears. You held your face in your hands, the sight of slim fingers and elegantly manicured nails adding to your misery. The man - your pimp - tilted your head up.

"It's okay," his voice was soothing. "We just need to see what kind of whore you're going to be." He undid his belt, unfastened his pants and pulled out a big, semi-hard cock. With relish, he plopped it down onto your face, the heat of it shocking you out of your tears. "Show me what kind of whore you want to be." 

So this was it, the point of no return already past and you didn't even know it. Whatever this man had done to you was beyond your ability to even understand, let alone fight. You couldn't puzzle your way out of transforming into a woman. You couldn't deal your way out. You couldn't get out of it at all. The only route open to you was through, so you would do what you always did, what you did in the gym, at work, in university before that. You would give every ounce of effort to the task in front of you.

You took the pimp's dick in your hand and literally used it to wipe away your tears, smearing it all over your face. Words came from your mouth in a high, sweet voice: "what a lovely thick cock," you said. And you meant it - it was much bigger and thicker than yours, which you could feel stiffening in your slacks. "How about I let you use my mouth until you fill it with your hot cum?" You could feel his erection pulse in your hands and against lips which were still changing shape.

"You're good," the man purred. "Let's see how far your ready to go."

His voice triggered your last male orgasm, and as he fucked your face insistently you dumped load after load of cum into your boxers. Your sexuality twisted inside you, everything you were was now your desire. What you desired would be what you became. You took the man's hand and placed it on your head, then pressed it so that he was pushing you, then peered up at him, pleading with your sexy new gray eyes.

He pressed into your throat, penetrating the core of you. Each thrust pumped away a little of who you were, replaced it with knowledge of what your pimp daddy wanted. You pulled him out and jerked that big dick furiously into your face, hissing your demand for his cum. He obliged, spurting load after load into your mouth, over your forehead and cheeks. You licked it up, savoring each drop.

Inside your cum-filled boxers, your penis finished retracting, the space where your balls had been splitting open to reveal your vagina, a tunnel to new organs growing deep inside you.

Slipping off your shirt, you found two gorgeous perky natural breasts pushing out of your chest. Nothing of what you were remained. You wiped the pimp's sperm from your lips and face and yours from your crotch, and stood, a full foot shorter than you had been.

The pimp reached into a holdall beside him, producing a pair of high heels. "Put these and go to the mirror."

Christ, you were gorgeous. He handed you earrings which you slipped into already pierced ears, and a band to tie up your hair. Though you were only 5'2", your figure was elegant and trim. A tattoo curled around your midriff to your compact pussy. "My mark of ownership," said your new daddy. Your dark eyes flashed as the possibilities of your new body flooded into you. A thousand techniques to pleasure men filled your mind. You knew exactly the powers and limits of your mouth, pussy and arsehole.

"You turned out top-notch, I must say. Very pretty, very good with your mouth." He beckoned over his two companions. "You see, when you work with good materials you can make a wonderful product. Here's how we work - you can keep the apartment, it's in a good spot so I let you live and work here. Your rate is £1000 per hour. I get half. You can get guys however you like, but if you want to do the hotel bar thing you can head over the street to the Metropolitan. Tell the barman you work for Ivan. If anyone comes looking for the old you, what do you say?"

"I don't know who you're talking about," you answered.

"Very good. Boys, give her the full once over and make sure she's up to the job."

"Thank you daddy," you said as Ivan dressed and headed for the door.

He turned to look at you, smiling. "Listen at that. Top girl in the making! See you next week."

The two men were on you as soon as the door closed, pushing you down to your knees and stripping, aggressively shoving their erections into your face.

"No need to be gentle, boys," you said between mouthfuls of dick as you alternated between them. Whilst neither was the size and thickness of their boss, both were big, girthy and smelled so good. Clean, but with a tang of manly sweat. You pumped and sucked, a horny sneer on your face.

One man dropped to the floor, pulling your pussy over his mouth and pressing his tongue into your pussy. Lights exploded in your head - you hadn't even had a chance to touch yourself. Your clit was small and hard, and your cunt blossomed with wetness. He closed his mouth on your clit, tugging and sucking, as his friend jammed his dick deep into your throat, holding your head in place so that you struggled for air. You came, feeling yourself squirt over the face of the man under you. His tongue moved to your butthole, rimming and then penetrating you there.

"Heh, sweet taste," he laughed, before sliding up and lining his cock up with your ass. He held the big helmet against the hole and grunted with effort, forcing his way in. There was an instant of pain as your ring stretched and then pure pleasure as your tight hole engulfed him. Between them, the men held up your legs and fucked your face and ass together.

You felt full, impossibly full. You felt as if the dick in your throat would just push forward and rub against the head of the one feel in your guts. You fought to regain your senses through the fog of your orgasm. If you were going to be a pro, you had to keep your head.

You pushed the guy out of your mouth and guided him to the ground. Lifting off the cock below you, you climbed onto the next guy, grabbing his dick and running the head on your clitoris, saying in a mock innocent voice, "please fuck my pussy, mister. I'm a virgin and I want you to fuck me into womanhood." You leaned forward to kiss him, a deep tongue heavy french kiss. At the same time you lifted up your ass, presenting your ass to the other one. He slid back into you, and you had to break off the kiss to lay your head on the chest of the man under you.

Both men were now fucking you simultaneously, their dicks rubbing together through the thin membrane that separated your pussy and ass. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you came again.

As you went floppy, the two men hoisted you onto your sofa and began pounding your pussy and mouth. The hot taste of your own ass on the dick in your mouth was strange and kind of wonderful. You pulled it out and jacked it, pointing the cock at your tits. "Cum for me boys," you urged, "really give me that hot spunk. Coat my tits! Blast my pussy! I want it!" The first jets hit your face, clearly setting off the guy between your legs who withdrew before firing his sperm over your pussy and stomach.

The ropes of hot cum felt so good on your skin, and you lay back, cleaning both dicks with your tongue. The men left happily and you showered before dressing in an elegant dress in the holdall they left for you.

You looked great. You could do a great job, really bring in the cash for your pimp daddy. Another taste of his cock would be good, but you could wait if you had to. For now, it was time to head out to the hotel bar, to look for johns, to head into the night.