New Story Snippet

So this is a story idea that has been kicking around in my head for some time.  I thought about trying to develop it more, but never really knew where to go with it.  I decided to write up what I did have and make it in to one of my snippets.  As always, people are welcome to expand upon or take in new directions what I have here, just so long as you give proper credit and make sure you tell me where it is so I can enjoy it for myself as well.

This one also contains images to go along with the story.  You can click on them to enlarge them.

*edit* ok, so this one kind of ended up a lot longer than I had originally planned when I started writing.  It still doesn't have a beginning or a true ending, so it can't be called a complete story.  But it is quite long for one scene.  I actually left out some parts I was thinking about putting in, both to cut down and because it didn't flow as well.  Hopefully you will all enjoy, and please take the time to leave me some feedback.  Comments always help me to improve, and letting Any artist know their work is appreciated can help to keep them from getting discouraged.


"Looky looky at what I caught!  I'm a good girl, right?!" said the strange girl sitting on the desk behind me.  Even as the dame in the dress walked closer to look, I continued to struggle against my bonds, but to no avail.

Everything had been going fine up until that point.  Using our new bodymorphing technology, I had managed to infiltrate the New Feminist Militia.  As promised, my resculpted body had completely fooled their Anti Male detection systems, allowing me to slip in to the base unnoticed, another hopeful female recruit looking to over throw the oppressive male society.  Even I had trouble believing I wasn't really a woman.

But, before I even managed to start my mission, before I had even collected one piece of intel on the NFM's plans, some weird chick had snuck up behind me and bound me head to toe in some weird orange tubing.  It felt elastic, but I couldn't stretch it enough to escape.  I don't know if I would have been strong enough even in my old male body, but I certainly didn't have the power in my dainty female one.

"Yes, you are a good girl," said the woman in the dress.  "Very good."  She looked me up and down, and then said, "After all, we can not have men roaming about free in our sacred halls."

"I'm not a man," I cried, trying to be as convincing as I could.  The fearful quaver in my voice was, to my embarrassment, quite real.

"Of course you are dear.  Oh, I know your body is quite female.  But there is more to being a woman than just the body.  It was quite obvious you were really a man since you set foot in here.  I'm sure I can guess why you are here as well.  Men have always been threatened by strong women.  So of course you had to know what we were doing.  After all, it is your duty to keep us women in our place."

"Do you expect me to talk?" I said back.

"No, my dear, I expect you to lie."  With that, she pushed me over.  Unable to maintain my balance, I fell hard my back.  I started to roll, perhaps to try and find some way to fight back, but stopped dead as she pulled a strange looking gun and pointed it at me.  I could make out the targeting laser aimed right at my forehead.

I froze, waiting for the shot, but it never came.

"We aren't going to kill you," she said.  "While you boys have been coming up with a way to sneak in here, we've been coming up with this instead.  This gun does not fire bullets, but rather electrical signals.  To be specific, the same electrical signals used by parts of the human brain.  It is capable of nullifying or remapping them.  In other words, this gun can erase memories and replace them with new ones.  I'm sure you don't believe me, so why don't I give you a little demonstration."

She squeezed the trigger, and a pulse of energy struck me.  It didn't hurt, but I could feel my hair frizz up as if I had absorbed a bunch of static electricity.

"Now then," she continued, "why don't you tell me about your first sexual experience.  What do you remember?  It was while you were in college, right?  You put yourself through school, and it happened while you were at your job as a waitress, yes?"

The woman was clearly crazy.  I had never gone to college.  And I had certainly never worked as a waitress.  But yet, as I thought that, memories started to emerge, drawn forth by her words.

I remembered the noise of the kitchens as the cooks worked to fill the few orders.  It was a slow day, that day, not too many people which meant not too many tips.  That was going to be bad for my tuition fund.  The thought made me somewhat less cheerful than I tried to be.

I had headed ever to the only customer to get seated in my section.  He as a good looking guy, strong and well defined.  Probably a football or baseball player.

He looked up at me and said, "Wow, I didn't know they had such cute waitresses here."

I couldn't help but smile at the compliment.  No one had ever called me cute before.  In high school, most of the other students were afraid of me.  I was a pretty rough looking guy, so people tended to avoid me or try to pick fights with me.  So knowing that such a sexy man found me attractive made me feel really good about myself.    I remembered feeling a strange sort of excitement sweep through me, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"This is wrong," I said to myself.  I was never a waitress.  I never smiled because a man called me cute.  I didn't even have this body until a few weeks ago!  But the memories still came, crystal clear.  No matter how wrong it seemed, I still knew it had happened.

Since it was slow, I spent a lot of time checking on him through his meal.  He didn't really seem to mind the interruptions.  Especially since I didn't sit down, just leaned over when I talked to him.  I know he was looking down my top, and I really enjoyed the attention.  After all, guys like to stare at boobs.  Now that I had them, I might as well give them the chance, right?

But, things had to end eventually.  He finished up his meal and was getting ready to pay then leave.

"Are you sure I can't interest you in some desert?" I asked him.

"Nothing on the menu is all that appealing, I'm afraid.  Maybe next time."

I don't know why I said it.  I must have been crazy.  But before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Well we have a 'cream pie special' that isn't on the menu.   I know you'd really enjoy it.  I take you in the back room and you could try it..."  I batted my eyelashes at him hopefully.

I think he must have known what I was planning, because he stood and followed me with a grin.  After checking around to make sure we wouldn't get caught, I slipped in to the back room with him.

I didn't waste any time.  As soon as the door was closed I had my hands all over his hard muscles.  I'd never done this before, but I knew what he would like.  I sat him down in a chair and unzipped his fly.  Soon I had his already hard shaft out and in my hand.  It was glorious, mesmerizing.  I stared at it for quite some time before coming out of my reverie.

I slid to my knees and positioned myself between his legs.  I slid forward until I was looking him straight in the cock.  It filled my vision, so close I could smell it's musk.  I moved closer still, letting the tip of my tongue slide along it's hard length.

I teased him for a while, enjoying the sounds he made.  But I couldn't keep it up forever, so I got down to work.  I opened my mouth wide.  Quite wide, actually, he was an awfully big fellow.  I eagerly slid him in to my mouth.  Though I'd never done this before, I was able to take almost his whole length in one go.  It seemed that I was naturally talented.  I remembered that thought making me happy.

I started slowly at first.  I just bobbed my head up and down, keeping my lips and tongue pressed tightly to his flesh.  Soon he was panting and groaning in time to my motions.  I started adding new tricks, like swirling my tongue around or adding moans of my own, trying to increase the pleasure I was giving him.  I knew it was working when I glanced up and saw his eyes rolled back in his head.  His fists were clenched, and I knew he was on the verge of losing control.  So of course that only made me want to work even harder.  I used every trick I knew, and some that I didn't.  I was rewarded for my effort when I felt him wrap his hands in my hair, pulling me tightly, not letting me escape.  He'd gone past the point of no return, there was no stopping him now.  Not that I wanted to.  I let myself be guided by him, as he pulled my head back and forth along his cock.  His hips began to buck, trying to thrust himself ever further in to my mouth.  It didn't take much more encouragement before I felt him tense up.  He gave one last mighty thrust, and with a strangled cry a hot sticky torrent flooded in to my mouth.  It poured down my throat faster than I could swallow it, so it filled my mouth.  His cock slipped from my lips, leaving behind only his seed.  I couldn't believe what I had just done.  I had just sucked a man's cock.

"Damn, girl!" he said between breaths, "That was amazing.  You are one hell of a little cock sucker."

I smiled brightly at the compliment.  That is exactly what I was.  And, I felt good about myself.  Sitting there on my knees, my hair messy, my face flushed, and my mouth full of his cum, I felt really good about myself.  Proud.  Like I had fulfilled my purpose.  It was me that had made him cum.  It was me that had stoked his desire and satisfied him.  And I wanted more.

I finally managed to swallow his load just as he started to recover.

"Leaving so soon?" I asked, as he started to straighten himself up.  

"Yeah," he said, "That was great, but I think I'm spent."

"Oh, but I wanted a second serving of 'cream'.  Are you sure I can't get one more helping?"  I gave him my most seductive look and licked my lips.

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.  I rose to my feet, never taking my eyes off him.  I reached beneath my skirt and slid my panties over my waist, letting them fall to the floor.  I then stepped forward, this time positioning us so he was between my legs.  I sat down in his lap, his semi erect shaft just between my thighs.

With one hand I began lightly teasing him.  With the other, I reached up and tugged down my top.  My heavy breasts popped free, bouncing and swaying.  My nipples were already hard, and the sudden cool air made them tingle.

"Can't I tempt you in to having a bit more desert?" I cooed, leaning forward so I was speaking softly in to his ear.

That was all it took, and I felt him grow hard again.  I giggled as he reacted just the way I intended.  A few more strokes to make sure he was fully ready, and I positioned myself over top of him.  I was already wet and more than willing, blowing him had been such a major turn on.  So when I sat back down, he slid in easily.  There was a moment of pain as I was penetrated for the first time, but soon it passed and all I could feel was the immense satisfaction of being full.  I could feel him deep within me, every bump and ridge pulsing with warmth inside me.  

He wasn't idle, however.  Not with my tantalizing bosom within easy reach.  He immediately began to tease and toy, twist and tug, knead and nibble my heavy breasts and sensitive nipples.  Now it was my turn to roll my eyes back in pleasure.  The feeling of his hands and mouth upon my breasts and his hard manhood within my body was extraordinary.

I began moving then, my thighs and butt flexing as I rose and fell.  At the same time I shifted my hips back and forth, stirring within me with his rod.  My delicate voice, husky now with sex, filled the room like an erotic soundtrack.  Our bodies rocked together in the oldest dance, pushing each other towards the inevitable conclusion.  Up and down, back and forth I moved, until, at last, I felt him tense and swell within me.  I knew that he was close, I could feel it.  I picked up the tempo and kissed him hard.  He grabbed my butt and slammed me down, holding me against him with a grip like iron.  Within me he began to spasm, and a flood of warmth erupted inside.  Feeling him cum within me pushed me over the edge as well, and my muscles clamped against him as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rode through my body.

"Well now," said the woman with the gun, breaking me out of my reverie, "they say that you never forget your first time.  It was pretty special for you, wasn't it?  Tell me, what did it feel like, being exactly the kind of woman that you men want us to be.  A pretty, empty headed, submissive little fuck toy?"

I shook my head to clear the thoughts, but they remained.  I could remember all the rest of my life fine.  All my times as a man, my training in the army and then black ops, even getting assigned this mission and having my body redesigned in to the current female one.  But whenever I thought about my first time having sex, I remembered it the same way.  Being a girl, screwing one of my customers at a job I never had.

"Change it back!" I yelled.

"Change what back?" she replied coolly.  "After all, that is what you remember happening, so surely it must have happened that way.  You don't doubt your own memories, do you?"

She looked down at me, still struggling against my bonds and new memories.  "As you can see, this was going to be our ultimate triumph.  With these we would make the tyrant known as man forget that he ever lorded over women.  Men would only ever remember being subservient to us, the true matriarchs of the world."

She paused then, looking me over.  "I say was, because your presence here changes things.  Oh, don't get your hopes up that you succeeded in your little mission.  Nothing you did makes any difference.  But, your very existence changes our plans.  The sheer fact that you were able to get past our detectors can only mean one thing.  Some how, you have developed the technology to completely alter a man's body in to a woman's, right down to the genetic level.  And that means we no longer need to dominate men.  Not when we can do away with them all together!  Once we get our hands on your technology and combine it with our memory guns, we can transform all men into exactly the kind of women they want us to be.  You will all be pretty, docile things, living only to serve true born women.  You will carry our children and serve our needs, and at last true peace, true paradise, will be realized on this world."

"You're crazy!"

"Yes, all you men say that.  Now then, why don't you tell me everything you know about how you were changed?"

"I'll never help you!"

"Of course you will dear.  We can make you remember whatever we want.  I could make you remember being horribly tortured.  Or I can simply make you remember that you were secretly loyal to us all along, that you only volunteered for such a mission because you were told to.  You're mind is a playground for us.  I thought I'd give you a chance to make it easy for you, to accept your proper role.  But I see you are just too stubborn.  You will have to be broken.  Now, I could just do it the easy way, but our memory guns have only just gotten out of the laboratory phase.  I think now would be a good time to test them."

She took aim and fired at me once more.

"Now," she said, "why don't you tell me about the time you slept with the entire college football team..."