Forced Changes

"Go get the food honey."

I fought hard at this one. The rational part of my brain railed against the prison cell that lust had built for it. But again my body ignored my commands as I stood up and sauntered toward the door. I opened it to reveal an scrawny teenage boy holding a bag that had Cloud Nine Goodies printed on it. He stared at my naked assets wordlessly for a second. The rational part of my mind gave up entirely at this point. Submitting total control over my psyche, all the things that make me an individual disappeared. The orgasm of my new body combined with forced exhibition overwhelmed my psyche. It gave up its struggle and retreated into oblivion. I sighed for a moment in the freeing sensation as I embraced my identity as my mistress' slave. I struck a little pose for the boy and it shook him out of his reverie. I gave a quick glance over my shoulder to gauge my mistress' reaction. I'll give her a show, I smiled at the thought and turned back to the delivery boy.

"Your or...order ma'am." He stuttered at me holding the bag out his eyes still stuck on my teardrop breasts. I gave him a little shimmy as I reveled in his growing arousal. I reached out for the bag gently touching his wrist. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he turned to leave. I giggled softly at his reactions.

"You forgot to charge me." I laughed as the realization flashed across his face. It didn't bother me that my voice range clarion sweet through the silence.

"Just a second honey, I know I've got some cash here somewhere." I went to my table and bent over suggestively pulling two twenties from my wallet. I skipped over to him delighting in the fleshy bounce of my bust. "Here you go. Have a nice day."

I gently shut the door in front of his still form. I hurried over to where my mistress waited on the bed laughter dancing in her eyes. I demurely lowered my gaze and sank to a knee as I presented the bag to her.

Now there was no mistaking the look of sadness on her face as a tear slipped out of her eyes sliding down her golden skin leaving a salty trail tracing her cheek to her skin.

"Mistress. How have I failed you? I swear I will do better just tell me what to do." I was mentally berating myself for the show, having failed to deliver the food to my mistress as quickly as possible.

The tears now flowed freely from both of her eyes as she grasped the bag tightly in a white knuckled grip. She shook her head sharply and wiped the tears from her face with two quick swipes.

"You did fine. There's nothing wrong." She gave me a bittersweet smile as she unwrapped the crepes from the bag. She held up a banana crepe and patted the place next to her on the bed. I sat in the place she had indicated and swung my legs around to land in her lap. She curled an arm around my shoulder pulling our sides together as she took a bite of the crepe. She chewed thoughtfully before offering the sweet delight to me. I took a bite off the same spot she had thrilled with the second hand kiss. I luxuriated at her closeness as the sweet taste of crepes filled my senses. We passed the time like this for a while as she alternated feeding me and taking bites herself. Soon enough the four crepes were consumed and we sat empty handed on the bed. She smiled sweetly as she looked at my lips. She leaned forward and licked at a bit of whipped cream that had escaped my mouth at some point.

She was so close to me and her presence overwhelmed my faculties as the spicy musky smell started to waft from her. She took little nibbling pecks as she tasted my lips. I stood stock still as she leaned forward and gently plundered my mouth with her tongue. The various crepes as well as a sweetness that was wholly her own danced across my tastebuds at the embrace. She kept her lips locked on mine as her tongue gently probed my lips tempting my own tongue from its den. Her lips curved up as my tongue slid from my mouth to tangle with hers. I spent a few delirious minutes playfully giving and taking kisses from my wonderful mistress. She pulled her head back and my face found its way to the crook of her neck at the lack of resistance. I continued to suckle at her skin as she pushed me away from her entirely. I mewed at the absence of contact with her. She gave me a small smile as she slid a finger inside me without warning. A second finger quickly joined the first and she curled them back pressing against the front patch of my pussy. She quickly started pumping her fingers in and out of me. The tips of fingers found a patch of bumpy skin that caused me to moan wantonly. So this is what g-spot stimulation feels like. "Yes. Right there. Oh mistress you're sooo good." Goosebumps rose on my flesh as I quickly rose to orgasm. My nectar flowed out of my in a gushing wave as I coated her fingers and hand. She gave me a few last curling strokes before removing her fingers.

"That's a gift for performing so admirably earlier. I have a a few errands to run. Pick up the place so we can continue this when I get back."

"Can't I come with you mistress?" I was fearful of being separated from her.

"You dare question me?"

"Sorry I overstepped mistress. You know best."

"That's right. Know your place pet. I won't be too long." She did a weird twisting motion with her hands and she was suddenly dressed in a short skirt and tight shirt combo complete with teal blue four inch heels and matching purse. Without another word she left the apartment.

I quickly set about making the place as clean as possible. I did dishes, swept, vacuumed and scrubbed until the place was spotless. Only an hour and a half had passed as a sank naked into one of my two kitchen chairs. For some reason I had avoided getting dressed as my mistress had shown a propensity for enjoying my nakedness. I decided to go to the bathroom to get my first look at the changes that had happened to my body. I'm sexy as hell was the first thought that passed through my brain. I examined my figure critically. I had nice soft features that showed subtle differences with my old self. My skin, which used to have a few pockmarks and a smattering of acne, was silky smooth and a creamy white which avoided the sun starved paleness I used to have. I now had light brunette curls which bounced down to my shoulders. The curls looked sleek and managed despite my lack of showering. Lowering my gaze I looked upon my teardrop breasts; I wasn't an expert but they seemed to be around a c cup. I took them in my palms and hefted them experimentally.

The filled my hands with a nice firmness while still having a pillowing give to them. The hands cradled them were the same size as before but were thinner causing the fingers to appear longer and more graceful. 'A pianist's hands' as my grandma would say. My waist was smaller and flared into nice bubbly hips and ass. My ass was relatively unchanged as it was still on the smaller side but still bounced in an unfamiliar manner as I took an experimental hop. I ran a hand down my thighs and I noticed that my new skin was silky smooth the lack of hair surprising me. I looked again at my hands and legs and it appeared I no longer had any secondary hair on my body. I couldn't be sure but I thought that my legs might be proportionally longer than before. My eye level hadn't changed so I guessed I still stood around five nine in height. I then started my first careful examination of my vagina. I peeled back the flowery folds as I looked into its pink depth. I pulled back the clitoral hood and got a good look at the tiny bunch of flesh that had me writhing in pleasure not too long ago. My inspection was interrupted as my phone broke the silence of my apartment. I answered the phone seeing it was my mother calling.

"Hello?" I tried to deepen my voice to disguise its new clear tones.

"Sydney is that you? You sound awful. No wonder you missed your grandfather's birthday. Do you need someone to come over to see you?"

"No. I'll be fine. No need to expose anyone else to the flu." I lied as I decided to roll with her misunderstanding.

"If you're sure. Just remember to drink lots of fluids and get some rest. Love you."

"Love you too mom."

I hung up the phone, slightly concerned with how to keep my changes secret from my family. If they discovered what happened to me they would ask a bunch of questions that would be very difficult to answer. There was even a chance that they would separate me from mistress and that was something I couldn't allow to happen. I was contemplating my options as my front door opened and mistress entered carrying a variety of bags. I hurried to relieve her burden taking the bags of groceries to the kitchen. She favored me with a quick peck on the lips as I unloaded the groceries into the correct places around the kitchen. She pulled out a nondescript white bag from the bunch and threw it over by the bed. With another wave of her hand her clothes disappeared and she sauntered over to the couch.

She watched quietly, lounging on the couch as I hurried about the kitchen putting away all the food she had bought. I gathered up the plastic bags, tying them in a single bundle to take to the recycling place later. Mistress sat up as I approached her hope gleaming in her eyes. The hope quickly turned to pain as I laid myself down at her feet gently stroking her calves. I wanted to ask what I had done to cause her pain, but couldn't do it. Instead I resolved to be the best slave I could for my mistress, I would see to her every need and want no matter the cost. She gently massaged my scalp from her elevated position, I relaxed with her constantly stroking of her hands sinking onto her legs as I pressed her calves between my breasts. She grasped my arm and slowly drew my form up onto her lap. We spent what felt like years tenderly embracing each other. After a particularly heated session of locking lips she gently picked me up from the couch and carried me to the bed. She laid me down and crouched at the foot of my bed. When she rose she had a nondescript white box in her hand. She tore the box open with a quick ripping motion and gently raised the light purple translucent object almost reverentially into the air. The dildo, as I quickly realized, looked about seven inches and was made of a rigid plastic. A familiar predatory face presented itself to me as she hefted the dildo experimentally testing its weight.

"Where would you like this honey? You have five seconds to answer before I get to choose."

"Pussy," I answered instantly, panting in anticipation.

She smiled at me lovingly as she gently teased my puffy folds with the bulbous head. She continued circling for a while, keeping constant pressure around my pussy but never actually penetrating. She paused her motion as she held the dildo an inch outside my now pulsating flesh. She gave me a little smirk, and I tensed slightly in anticipation of the glorious fullness to come. My eyes flew open as I felt its sublime penetration slide through my lips at the same time her tail had lashed out spearing my ass. I shivered at the exquisite sensation of both my ass and pussy being filled at the same time. Mistress started her relentless assault of my body as she penetrated my pussy while also gently massaging with the tip of her bulbous tail. I floated in a sea of exquisite ecstasy as I rode the plateau of pleasure. My mistress quickly developed a rhythm as she alternated insertions gently coaxing pleasure from my body. Her eyes glowed brightly in the dim room as she gently pleasured my body. All good things come to an end though. Eventually my body relinquished its control as I tipped over into the softest orgasm that seemed to continue forever without end. Mistress had stopped her ministrations at this point as she had crawled down onto the bed next to me. She gently caressed my face as the shutterings finally stopped. The combined heat of post orgasm tremors and her nearness comforted me as I drifted into a gently sleep. I've never been happier.

A week passed. A week filled with debauchery and caresses and sweet defilement. I happily fell further into the swirling maelstrom of passion that was my mistress. There were sad moments of separation when mistress would go out for an errand only to return with new toys to play with. Vibrators, gags, restraints, edible clothing mistress showed me the all the delicious flavors of pleasure that existed. Mistress had odd bouts of emotion that I couldn't understand. She would angrily take my anal virginity one moment, and then weep quietly into the bed the next, desperately clutching a pillow to her chest. I shook these off as growing pains, convinced that we would be together forever. It was currently Sunday night, the one week anniversary of my transformation.

My mistress had just released an enormous load into my pussy. She had bent me over the kitchen table and taken me roughly from behind. Her furious strokes had cared nothing for the pain she had caused me. It hadn't bothered me, I was happy to be useful to my mistress in any way she wanted. She stood over me as her cum leaked from my irritated pussy, a furious look on her face. Rage twisted her features from beautiful to terrifying. Her visage was that of all consuming rage as she lifted me up from the floor with one arm, her hand clenching my windpipe, closing it painfully. I hung limp in her grasp, bonelessly imitating a young kitten in the mouth of her mother. She examined my face closely, wrath filled eyes boring into mine as my body struggled to breath. Involuntary clenches came from my diaphram as I hung suspended in her grasp, endless trust shining from my eyes. I love you mistress. My vision narrowed in scope, the black encroaching on my vision until only her piercing cerulean eyes remained. She released her grasp as I fell to the floor gasping for oxygen. She weeped openly into her hands. Her fingers gently cradled her angelic features obscuring them from view. I wanted nothing more than to get up and comfort her, but my body was still recovering from almost asphyxiation.

"I can't do it. I'm so sorry Sydney. I'm so sorry." At least that's what I thought she said, it was kind of hard to understand through the weeping. Her sobbing slowed as a tingly feeling flowed through my limbs, my body receiving the oxygen it desired.

"I thought I could be strong and do it myself but I couldn't," she stated. "I'm such a coward, but there's no other choice. I stretched to rules as much as I could anyway. I'm sorry" She looked into my eyes her face etched with such desolation I almost flinched away from her.

"Sydney. Kill yourself."

I shakily rose from the floor and stumbled into the kitchen to grab a knife from the a drawer. I lowered it to my wrist ready to bring it across the pale flesh in a quick motion.

"STOP!"

I turned to see mistress had stood up to. She was facing me with her hand outstretched toward me in desperation. Tears still flowed down her face in an unending flow.

"I can't do that to you. Fuck the rules. Sydney, listen to me carefully. You need to run. You need to get far away from here and stay hidden in anyway you can. Men will be searching for you, don't let them find you."

I dropped the knife to the floor and walked over to mistress to hug her tightly to my chest.

"Anything you say mistress. Where shall we go first?"

Her tears redoubled. As she gently caressed the back of my head.

"We aren't going anywhere. If I stayed with you now you would be found instantly. I can't let that happen. This is goodbye forever sweety."

Something snapped inside of me. I could hear the honest truth of her words. It felt like someone had jabbed an icepick in my brain. I stood stock still as mistress separated from me and trudged toward the door her shoulders slumped under the pressure of an invisible weight. This can't be happening. Someone help. I'll do anything. My mind reeled as I tried to think of a way to convince mistress to stay. I can help, but it'll come at a cost. A voice resonated inside my brain. You have to give up control. I need to be me again. Do this and I can keep us with your mistress. The rational part of my brain I had thought dead, now rose from its hidden depths. Anything, I answered as I relinquished the reins to my body.

I shrugged my shoulders and cracked my neck as the lust retreated from the forefront of my mind. I had spent my time quietly observing 'mistress' actions. I knew what needed to be done I just didn't know how to make it happen. A sharp tight feeling in my pelvis indicated my body responded to my needs without conscious decision. Well, that takes care of that. Now on the main event. I strode over to the quietly trudging woman my feet thumping heavily into the floor, my fists clenched in white knuckles at my sides. Right before she reached out for the handle of the door my hands clasped against her shoulders. She let out a small gasp of pain as her back impacted the door sharply.

Hey! Lust exclaimed. Trust me, I shot at her. Her glazed blue eyes lit up slightly as I grabbed her arms, fingers digging sharply into her golden skin. Hope gleamed in her as she stared into my raging visage.

"YOU WERE JUST GOING TO LEAVE." I screamed into her face.

"Fuck that." I accentuated my point by shoving me newly reformed manhood into her tight pussy. I started to pounding into her furiously, her creamy nectar coating my rod in delicious warmth. She was speechless as her back ground against my front door.

"You...fucked...with...my...life." I punctuated each word with a thrust of my raging member. "Then you were just going to leave." I grasped one of her breasts in my hand mashing in my fist. Her supple flesh oozed out of my fingers slightly at the tightness of my grasp.

"Fuck you." I pushed myself fully inside of her at this declaration, slamming our pelvises together. Tears slowly leaked from her eyes but she still hadn't visibly reacted to my assault. Determined to get something out of her I lifted a breast to her mouth and created a tight vacuum around her nipple. Finally, her lips parted slightly as her breathing deepened. I was so close to losing control that when her arms gently slipped up and around my shoulders it jolted me out of my rhythm. My member surged as a spurted cum deep inside her depths for the first time. Her insides swirled in a cycloning motion that should be physically impossible, milking more cum from my...I dont have balls anymore. Where is the semen coming from? My thoughts swirled about in my brain, pleasure obscuring logical thought. Whatever. It came from somewhere as I leaned forward, my forearm resting on the door as I panting from the exertion. My dangling breasts gently brushing against her impressive bust as the wobbled in front of me.

"You did it. I thought you were gone. You did it. I love you." She moved her hands at this point, they retreated back to caress my face.

Now for step two.

I shoved her hard, forcing myself back and away from her. I slid out of her with a wet sound as her pussy released its hold on me.

"No. You don't get to say that to me. You took away my choice. You made me a slave." My hands and arms shook in anger at this point a harsh growl deepened my tone. She tried to close the distance between us. I backed up to keep the separation. Mistress. Lust cried out. No. It's my turn now. I growled back at her.

"I had no other opt..." My glare silenced her.

"Shut up. I did nothing to you. I hadn't even seen you before. What could I have done to you that this was the appropriate response." I gestured at my entire body. "I may not have had a great life but it was mine. You took that from me."