Violet Iodine

Summary: Meranda(Futa) finds that her intern(Denis) has a secret online career involving crossdressing. They indulge their fantasies together.

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Meranda had been part of the Athena military project. She was, very tall for a woman, about six three. She always woke up at six without issue. Then she would do her one hundred pushups. Despite her conditioning, she still had a substantial breast size that would press on the ground with each push. Without a binder, she wouldn't be able to jog or sprint well at all. Her highest, muscle density, and womanly proportions, were all partially due to the hormone treatments of the Athena project.

The Athena Project had been called a failure, but she had still seen active duty for a tour and had been successful in every mission she was deployed in. She was paid handsomely for her participation. Once Meranda was done with her exercise routine, including a three mile jog, she was ready for her shower.

She undid her ponytail and let her long brown hair fall over her shoulders and to her waist. She was gaining weight again. She could tell because she almost could not see her abs anymore. It was strange, after the project, her body had changed so much. That was the point though, wasn't it? She pouted. If someone just re-sized her back to her pre-project height of five ten, she would probably attract a lot more attention. As it was, she must have been very intimidating to guys, even with her pants on.

That was when she pulled down her athletic shorts and scowled. It was the largest reason the project was called off. Just above her womanhood was a cock. And not even a small one. Everything else Meranda could manage, but that was a fault she could not work around. What kind of guy wanted a woman like her?

Even limp is was larger than most men's cocks. At full girth it was almost a foot long. She growled and turned around, hiding her cock and instead measuring her ass in mirror. It was proportional alright, and taut from her training.

She lived well off of government money, but she did have a job to do as well. She did it mostly to feel a sense of purpose in her life. She showered and shaved and got dressed quickly. She taped herself down as usual, otherwise it would slip out her panties and down her black pencil skirt. She wore a woven sweater over her binder and a blouse. Her breasts were large even with the binder. Without it they were a nuisance, and she found it not only impractical, but distracting otherwise.

Did she regret it participating in the project? Meranda supposed someone was always the first test subject. And it was for a good cause. There still wasn't a single woman who could pass the test for the Navy Seals. The project was an attempt to rectify that. The hormones and drugs she was given were supposed to cause a "Second puberty" and turn a normal woman into a female super solider.

Well, she was athletic alright, and very tall, and maybe twice as strong as she had been. But the side effects left the military wanting. Several years after they experimented on her the whole program was shut down. Thankfully, she was still promised benefits exceeding a regular veteran. It was mostly hush money, as no one wanted it getting out that the military tried to make Captain America, but instead had made several dozen amazonian cock-girls.

She still got stares in the subway. But she never got assaulted, which was nice. She folded her stocking clad legs and tried to take up as little space as possible. Meranda smiled awkwardly at the five foot nine man beside her, ogling her hight. God she felt awkward. At least it wasn't her tits this time. They were at his eye level. Though, she often times preferred that. What she wouldn't give for a cute boy to date.

She had given up on finding a man her size, or larger. They did exist, but they usually went for smaller girls anyway. She was fine finding a man shorter than her. And a man she could support too. She was thirty four now, and had not had sex in over ten years. Specifically, she had never had sex since she grew a cock.

She knew she wasn't ugly. She had been approached by several modeling agencies. They all wanted her in something scandalous though, and there was no way to hide her you know what in a bikini so she never even entertained the possibility. She was shy anyways.

At work, she was accepted by her co-workers, but never close to anyone. They were all scared of her. Partly because she was their manager, but she had never wanted the position. The higher ups thought she had been working there long enough to get it, and people did tend to listen to her.

She sat down in her office at her desk. That was when her assistant put her coffee down in front of her. "Thank you Denis!" She said happily. It was one of the simple pleasures of her day. Denis was an intern. He went to the local college. Short black hair, cute baby face, unique, gold rim glasses, thin, about five feet tall. He was a bit awkward but she could tell he was trying. He was unfortunately a bit effeminate as well. It was unfortunate because she understood he already had a number of factors working against him as a guy, and that was perhaps the final straw. She related to him far too much. Perhaps that was why she took the chance to hire him.

"No problem boss." He said nervously. "Here is your schedule for the day, your five o'clock canceled-"

He read through her schedule and she tried to focus. Meranda realized too late she had forgotten something very important before she left for work. Something she recently had been trying to fit in.

She had forgotten to masturbate in the shower. Now she was going to be distracted and horny all day.

"Boss?" he heard, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, yea..." she nodded and repeated back to him what he had said.

Work was long, but Denis was pleasant. She thought he liked her. Too bad he was so much younger, and her employee. Oh, and she had a cock. All those things made the relationship impossible. She did think about it sometimes though.

After work she locked up and waived goodbye to everyone in the parking lot. She did try and stay social with her co-workers. Denis was already gone. He he had another part time job on the night shift. Poor boy worked too hard.

She drove home a little too quickly, anxious to finish the business she had forgotten to do that morning. Once she was back she opened up her computer and went to a site she had just discovered recently. She had never gone to sites like this before, but after the change in her body, she had accepted it might be her only outlet from now on.

She took off her sweater and blouse first, then her binder. She felt she could breath easy now, though, even her breathing seemed to make them bounce. Then she sat at her computer desk, lifted her skirt, and lowered her stockings. She flipped her dick out, and stroked it only once or twice before it came to it's full length.

She felt like a pervert, but it was necessary. If she didn't do this often enough, it would harden on it's own at just about anything. She considered to be a health concern, like taking a pill. She clicked some links on her new favorite site and tried to find a live stream she liked. She stroked slowly as she searched.

She was into guys, but it was harder to find them on these sites. She had resorted to girls sometimes, but it never felt as good. She looked for some of her favorites-

There! He was just signing on! She clicked the link that said, "Violet Iodine", licked her lips, and wet her hand with the lotion by her screen.

It looked like a girl. From her painted toenails, to her knee socks, to her bright white panties, up her short plaid skirt, she was a fine, feminine creature. Meranda drooled at the sight of her fine midriff, those buds under the tight vest that suggested breasts, and the cute face. A medical mask covered the lower half of her face. Her eyes were made up like an Egyptian and her hair was long and violet like an exotic creature from out of this world.

But it was a man. From under the skirt popped a cute little bulge. She knew from previous stream he was not even four inches hard. He danced slow and lifting the skirt and vest little by little. She stroked slow in time with his motions, careful to savor every angle. It wasn't every day this user came online.

She could hardly keep from blowing her load when she saw him lower his panties just a tad, and fit his cock behind and between his thick thighs, over the waistband. The elastic lifted the cock and balls up against his round ass. When he ground his hips it bounced at an odd angle. He teased an image of his nipple and then covered it again with the his bra. She could see a red blush forming across his body. He was embarrassed. It was cute.

She smiled as she saw the scared smile in his eyes. He was nervous, she could tell. She could empathize, at least she thought she could. Sometimes he would type responses to his fans but never verbalize unless he was testing a girly moan. He said in the chat that he felt he was not man enough, and not womanly enough, to be anything in real life.

She felt the same. In a different way of course. But it was that connection that made her fall in love with the user. Well, love was a strong word. She had certainly donated a lot to his tip jar, and tried to make every stream, but it wasn't like she actually knew him. She saw him slowly lube up one of the exotic dildos he owned. She could not help but speed up her pace as he lifted his mask enough to stuff it in his mouth, but leaned over to keep from showing even a trace of his mouth. Then, after gargling it for a few minutes, he made sure it was nice and smooth before attaching it to a tile floor. He let his junk rest, just barely peaking out the front of the skirt. He faced away from the camera and gently lowered his ass down on the cock in a long legged squat. From this angle, it was not obvious he was a man at all.

She watched her favorite cam-whore move his panties to the side for the toy and play with himself. She also let her eyes wander around his room. It was filled with toys and posters. He was a fan of strange shows and movies she didn't understand, but they all looked cute and pretty at least. There were figurines of cute girls, there were changes of clothes in his open closet. She noticed he must have started the stream in a hurry, because his eyes were green. He usually had contacts in that were violet to match the hair. He had even left his gold-rimmed glasses on the table by the webcam.

As she neared the peak she felt something was strange about those glasses. She was distracted though by that round butt and those tight panties. He wriggled his ass and she saw his junk jiggle between his legs as his squats became faster. She bit her lip and reached for the tissues. She was about to blow. She put it over the head of her cock just in time, "Ah!" She seized and bucked against her hands, "Oh!" She was disappointed in herself, she came far too quickly. He'd probably be going for the next hour at least. Oh well, she continued to stroke her twitching cock.

She blew a few more loads before bed. She wished to god she knew that cute boy more personally. But what was she supposed to do? He probably got a lot of creepy emails already, she didn't want to be a bother. Once she was satisfied she crawled into bed and got some sleep.

~

She did not put two and two together until the end of work the next day. She had forgotten her "daily Treatment" again, and was eagerly trying to get home as quickly as possible. But this time, she found that her intern was also leaving a bit early. That was normal for him, but it finally gave her time to measure the man in the elevator.

When she inspected his form he seemed normal enough. He seemed to notice her watching and smiled awkwardly. "Something on my face?"

"Where did you get those glasses?" she asked.

"Oh, these? My grandfather used to make them. These were a birthday present."

"They are very unique." She stared into his green eyes.

"Thank you." He nodded and looked away.

"So, Denis." She continued. It was the very tall building, the elevator had only gone halfway down. "What is this other part time job of yours?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's just a private business I'm trying to get started." he deflected, looking away. "Media stuff." She shrugged.

"Oh, like, Tube videos or-" she suggested.

"Yes! Like that!" he nodded.

"What is your channel?" She asked.

"Oh, you wouldn't be interested." He shook his head. "It isn't really your style."

"You might be surprised." she offered. "You know, I'm a fan of a lot of streamers."

"Really?" He asked. "Like which ones?"

"Oh, no one too big. You probably haven't heard of them."

"Well then, you might have heard of me then!" he joked.

"Unlikely. But I guess it's possible." She wondered deeply. It couldn't be, could it? "Do you have a favorite?" she asked.

"Oh, well, there are some big channels I guess." He shrugged. "But I'm pretty average."

"My favorite streamer isn't even on a big site like that. So, you probably have never heard of him." She said.

"Probably not then."

The elevator dinged to to ground floor. She said, "His screen name in Violet Iodine."

Denis froze looking at the door. There was a pause as they both waited for it to open. She knew in that moment exactly who he was, and he knew that she knew.

She tried to make herself sound dumb, "You haven't heard of that streamer right?" She gave a chuckle, "I would be surprised if you had-"

The door finally opened, "Thank you for your time boss!" He quickly rushed out.

"Wait!" she quickly walked after him. He was pacing quickly but her legs were longer. "Denis!" She caught up with him at the parking lot. He had stopped, looking away from her. "I'm not going to tell anyone." She stopped playing games. "I mean," There was still a part of her that hesitated to believe Denis and that angel from last night were one and the same, "It would be bad if it got out I watched things like that too, you know?" She offered. "So, it's like we both have a secret." She tried to argue. "Right?"

He refused to look at her. She could tell he was scared. "Boss, could you just forget about all this?"

"I could pretend." She said, her heels clacking on pavement as she took a step closer to him. "But Denis-" it was probably a terrible idea, but it wasn't her brain making the decision. "Would you mind meeting me after work?" She asked. "It doesn't have to be right now."

Denis turned back to her, crossing his arms and trying to hide most of his face. From this angle she could tell for sure. It was the same person. She felt it in her cock. She squirmed, trying to think of something else. "Why?" he asked.

This was her chance. Don't be creepy Meranda. "To get to know you more." She insinuated.

"I think you know me well enough." He gave a paranoid glare.

She sighed and smiled as she said. "I'm asking you out on a date silly!"

His eyes went wide and his mouth gaped. "W-what?" he did not seem to believe her. "Why?"

"It isn't every day I meet my favorite streamer." He still didn't seem to believe her. He eyed her cautiously. "I wasn't lieing about that." She said shyly. She played with her hair.

"Do I have a choice?" he asked meekly

"Of course!" She insisted. "In fact," she looked down and away, "It would probably be a bad idea anyway. Me being your boss and all." She sighed. "Think about it?" She asked. She could tell how nervous he was. It felt awe full putting him into this position. He must feel pressured. She tightened her red lips and said, "Denis, if you invite me over, I promise," She hesitated, then committed, "I'll tell you something private about myself too. Something I have never told anyone. It can't be here though." She explained. "No expectations!" She insisted again. "Just a coffee, maybe?" She asked. She could not stop playing with her long hair. "It could be at my place if you prefer. But I'd like it to be private."

"Just coffee?" He said skeptically.

"I promise." She nodded.

"I'm free tonight after eight." He said.

"After your-" she stopped herself, "I understand-"

"No! No!" he shook his head with a blush, "I need some time to clean up my apartment is all! I usually don't have guests!"

"Oh!" She smiled, "That's a relief. I was worried I'd miss it."

They stood and stared at each other for a few quiet moments. "Is it still the address on your resume?" She asked. He nodded. "Oh, so it is close to here. Do you walk to work? It's only about four blocks, right?"

"I should get going-" He started.

"I can drive you there." She offered. "It isn't too far."

"Okay, but, I'd really like to clean first-"

"You do realize I have seen it all before right?" She smiled. He was flushed. He was almost as red as he was during his videos. She resisted the impulse to bite her lip. It might ruin her makeup, and intimidate him too much. She felt like a predator slowly stalking her prey. No need to be hasty. She should be patient.

"Right." He scratched the back of his head, "In that case, uh, sure." he gulped, "But, only like, five minutes tops, okay?"

"Wonderful!" She felt a primal sense of victory. "My car is over here-"

~

His apartment was a small two room set up, a kitchen and living area next to a bedroom with a small bathroom. It was cosey. She was immediately drawn to the art on the walls and the figurines on the shelves. There were lots of books. Comic books? A lot of the titles were in a different language. He swiftly closed the door to his bedroom before she came in.

"So, um, coffee?"

"Yes please." She looked inside his kitchen, "Or tea, if you have it." She saw a teapot.

"Do you prefer it?"

"Something different would be nice."

"Okay." He worked in the kitchen as she sat down on his couch. It was a very small living space, especially compared to what she was used to, but it was cute. There was a table and television in front of her, and a window that watched over the city streets below.

She heard the kettle boil and inspected some of the book titles she could read. Some were at the shelf to her side. Some of the titles were in English letters, but she still could not read most of them. She looked to Denis and saw he was busy pouring water. She covertly tried to pull at one to see the cover. She tried to make out the words. "Otokonoko Maid." sure enough, there was a maid on the cover. She looked very pretty, though, she wasn't wearing much. She was a bit relieved. She was worried these might have been comics of big, strong men like the movies or something. He seemed to be attracted to girls doing cute things at the very least. If he was strait but kinky, she could work with that.

"Milk or sugar?"

"Both please." She said quickly, putting the book back. He did not seem to notice her snooping just yet. She looked around for another title that might have some English. She found one, "My Mothers is a Futanari!" She wasn't sure what that meant. Was is a superhero thing? She touched the spine and tried to pull it out.

"Hey!" She stopped quickly as he returned with a look of concern. "That's private!" He returned with two cups and sat next to her.

"Well, it was in your living room." She argued.

"Like I said, I don't get too many visitors." by the tone of his voice she suspected he wasn't very happy so far at having one.

"You are right. I'm sorry." She apologized. "I'm just curious about you is all!"

His fingers wove together at his lap and he looked away from her. It was more obvious than usual how different their sizes were. She scratched at her chin in thought, trying to think of how to alleviate the tension, "The tea is wonderful." She complemented.

"Thanks." He said with a small smile.