Story snippet 1

Ever since I was a child, I had wanted to write stories.  I loved reading and I wanted nothing more than to write my own books.  Unfortunately, through the years I have never been successful.  I can write scenes, short little sections, but when I try to connect them or expand them into full stories they always fall apart.  Now, as an adult, that tendency has not changed.  But I still, every once in a while, get the urge to write.  I have tried to write some erotic stories, but the same problems prevail.  Nonetheless, I thought that I would share my latest piece, a snippet of a story that came to me.  What came before, what comes after?  I don't know.  Feel free to use your imagination.  The story can be found after the jump.



I was too stunned to think, let alone resist. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had gone from being a strong and healthy man to a petite girl. I couldn’t help but feel scared and vulnerable as I was lead naked down the hall. With every step my now long red hair brushed my bare back (it reached low enough to tickle the top of my ass, prompting a stray thought to cross my mind of how I would care for so much hair) my wider hips swung from side to side, and my breasts bounced up and down. I did not know what cup size I was now, but looking down they seemed huge to me, jutting forth like fleshy mountains. The walk seemed to stretch on forever, the guard practically dragging me along each time I stumbled or slowed too much.


Seemingly at random we turned off from the main hallway into a chamber. It was large and almost completely empty. The only thing in the room sat off to one side where it was not visible from the main hall. It was an odd looking thing. It was as if someone had taken a large metal pole and carved the top of it into a saddle, then affixed the thing so it jutted straight from the wall just above knee height on my new, shorter, body. But instead of a pommel in the front, there was a large smooth rod with a rounded top right in the middle. The shape seemed familiar, something about it dragging my mind from the shocked state it was in. For a few moments I just stared at it, then all of a sudden I knew what it was for. As soon as I realized, I started to struggle. I may as well have tried to move a mountain with chopsticks for all the good I did. The guard just grabbed me about the waist. His hands were large enough, and my waist small enough, that his hands nearly completely encircled me. And then, with no apparent effort, picked up my tiny body and carried me over to the seat. Then, none too gently, he dropped me, pushing me down till I was sitting on the strange saddle. As the rod slid home in my new womanhood, my mouth dropped open at the sudden sensation of being filled. Despite it being metal, it was warm. I could feel it in me, hot and hard and pressing against parts of me that sent jolts through my body.
And he just left me like that. All of a sudden I was alone in the room, a thick rod stuffed into a part of my body I didn’t have yesterday. There was no chains, no ropes, nothing to hold me here. There wasn’t even a door for the room. I waited there, straining to detect any sign of a guard or some other trick. I don’t know how long I waited, my body involuntarily squirming in pleasure from being filled. At last, I judged it was safe to make my escape. I started to stand. I could feel the rod sliding out of me as easily as it went in, making me shiver. Then, something strange happened. I started to feel an odd resistance the more I rose. It felt like there was a rubber band connected me to the seat. The more I stood up, the tighter it stretched. Just when I thought I would make it, when I was almost completely free, the resistance became too much, the rubber band snapped back into place. It felt like I was suddenly yanked back onto the seat, the rod slamming home. The jolt of pleasure I felt was so intense that, for a moment, I forgot to breathe. When I settled down, I decided I would try again. I had to escape this place. Once more I stood up. But as before, when I was almost free, the strange feeling struck again and I was pulled back down. I looked around, but I could find no reason for it. There was nothing holding me here, yet I could not stand high enough to free myself of the rod. I tried it once more, gasping and moaning when I found myself sitting once more. But I had I made it a fraction higher this time? I thought I might.

I don’t know how much time had passed or how many orgasms I had had when the man walked in. He was tall, but not as big or beefy as the guards were. And he was better dressed and groomed. He looked at my trembling form, gasping and flushed from pleasure, and smiled.

“Tried to escape, didn’t you?” he asked. Not waiting for an answer he continued, “Found that it was not so easy, right? Don’t worry, its not just you. Every girl we bring goes through this. I’m sure you’re just dying to know what happened, why you couldn’t just get up and walk out. Well I’ll tell you. We didn’t just transform your body, we also transformed your mind. It’s like a form of hypnosis. You were programmed so that should any man put something in your body you will be unable to remove it on your own. Since it was a man who put you on that seat, and thus put that rod into that lovely little pussy of yours, you can’t take it out on your own, no matter how hard you try.”

I stared at him as he made this declaration.

“Still don’t believe me?” he asked, “Let me show you then.”

With that, he came over and picked me up. This time I came easily, the rod slipping from my body. There was no tugging sensation pulling me back onto it, just a dull emptiness where it no longer filled me. He quickly pushed me to my knees. Then, before I could resist, he freed his cock and slid it into my mouth.

“I’ll make you a deal, if you take my cock completely out of your mouth I will bring you back to the chamber and change you back. But if I cum then you are mine to do with as I please.”

I had a chance, I knew I could do it! I started by trying to open my mouth. But my jaw refused to work. It might as well have been cemented shut. Struggle as I might, I could not open my mouth even a fraction. Instead it kept firmly shut, my lips wrapped tightly and my tongue pressed to his manhood. All right then, if I couldn’t open my mouth I would pull myself off. I drew my face back from his body, his length sliding out. Then, just like with the rod, when only the tip was left in my mouth, I suddenly felt myself pushed forward. I found myself with my nose buried in his pubic hair, his cock even deeper and more firmly in my mouth. I looked up, suspecting him of having cheated, but his hands were clasped behind his back. I set my will, and once more drew back. I got all the way back once more. Only the tip was left, and this time I felt no push, no compulsion to put it back in. I was home free! I started pulling back once more, and realized nothing was happening. My muscles locked up. I couldn’t move. Then I realized that was not correct, I was moving, but I was moving the wrong muscle. Every time I tried to pull back, my tongue moved instead, flicking and circling the tip of his shaft making him groan with pleasure. Then, all of a sudden, the rubber band was back and I was pushed forward again. I kept trying, desperate to get away, for I don’t know how long. Back and forth I went, licking and sucking against my will. Then, after what seemed like hours, I felt him tense up in my mouth. I tried to stop what I knew was coming, I tried to bite down or escape. But a hot sticky blast erupted in my mouth. I wanted to be repulsed, but the taste and the texture on my tongue was the most amazing thing I’d ever experienced. Finer than any delicacy. I swirled it around, savoring it, before almost unconsciously swallowing it down. Immediately I regretted it, I wanted more.

The man reached down and held my face, sliding his rod easily from between my lips. “You’re mine now, girl,” he said wickedly.