Snowed In Part 5

A week later, Karen was out at the store and I was getting dressed but when I looked in the mirror, I noticed that my breasts had definitely grown. They were fuller, more sensitive, and the pink nipples had become more swollen. What had once been small bumps, were now large A cups or small B cups that wobbled when I moved. It took me a second for before the reality of the situation hit me: I had breasts. I had noticed their new fullness a little bit, but it had never really became clear before now.

My mind was so busy with the new dynamics of Karen and I’s relationship that I didn’t even stop to think just how strange this all was. I had a continuous feeling of kind of swimming through the last few days where things were fuzzy and a bit foggy, but also… good. I wanted this, I loved this new dynamic. It must have been the Regenahealth… I was aroused all the time now, thinking of Karen’s growing clit, her female cock. Washing dishes, working, cleaning the house, preparing her food… my mind would wander to her, her powerful thighs, the cut of her muscles, the sleek sweat of her body as she exercised, the bulge between her legs… I wanted to sink to my knees… I licked my lips. Again, I realized, I had lost track of my thoughts, of my tits…

I looked in the mirror again and cupped them in my hands. They were substantial – not huge, but large enough that someone could hold each in their hand, manipulate them, pull the nipple, squeeze them. Karen could do it…

Wondering what size I was, I reached into the dresser and pulled out a pink, sparkly bra that read 32B and slid it over my chest. My breasts didn’t completely fill the bra, but it was close. The bra had an underwire that gave it a push up quality and turned my smaller boobs into pretty large cleavage. What would I look like, I wondered, if I leaned into it a little more. I slid my slim cock into a pair of pink panties, picked up a small, white skirt that Karen had given to me a few days before and slid it up my thin, hairless legs. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was a girl. There was no denying it. My breasts were on the small side but the bra gave them the illusion of heft and presence. My skirt wrapped around me in a way that emphasized my the swell of my ass and the thin curve of my hips. My face still had a masculine quality, but I was always a little bit effeminate in my appearance, with long eyelashes, pouty lips, and a gentle, smooth jawline. A little bit of makeup and I would look exactly like a young woman.

I leaned into my reflection in the mirror, pressing my breasts together, sucking in my stomach and pushing out my ass. I imagined Karen behind me, taking hold of waist firmly and possessively, driving her cock into my yearning, willing ass. I wiggled for her, squirming my ass, shaking my tits, yearning for her to take me.

“Please, master… fuck me,” I said in my best feminine, yet sultry, voice. I could feel my nipples hardening as I imagined her there.

Again my thoughts went to her swollen clit, her female cock. It’s size, it’s power, I needed it…  my heart was racing and my nipples were hard.

I swallowed heavily and sat back down at the dresser and opened my laptop. How were other ‘men’ coping with these new changes in their lives and how had Regenahealth affected them? My heart was still beating heavily and I could feel the cool air on the top of my breast as I logged into the forums and began to read…

Remarried

It’s been about 6 months and the changes have been staggering. We used to be the same height and about the same build, but she has grown, and grown, and grown. The wife I knew, who I looked at as an equal, is gone, and now I’m with this powerful, dominant goddess. She is so powerful, so tall, so dominant… sometimes it’s scary. She commands, I obey… She snaps her fingers, I jump… A few weeks ago I made the mistakes said to her, “Our marriage isn’t what it used to be,” and she said, “You’re right.” Later that night she proposed and asked me to remarry her as her “lawfully obedient wife…” I didn’t understand but agreed… A few weeks later we were remarried, with me as her bride. I promised to “honour, worship, and obey” her…

Measuring Up

I don’t know how we got into this routine, but every night now, she makes me measure my dick against hers. I’m not allowed to call it her clit anymore, it’s her dick. In fact, she’s started calling my dick, my “little clitty.” At first it was strange, but now it’s a kind of ritual humiliation that I actually kind of look forward to. I get erect and then we measure side by side, but there’s no competition. I was always a little short, 5” totally erect, but her cock is an absolute mammoth: 10” and I can barely wrap my hand around it. She presses her cock against my clit and me thank her cock for being the real man of the household. She’s tied a pink ribbon around my clitty and I feel so… feminine… so small... You’d think I might complain but, I have to be honest, all I want to do is drink her cum…

Safe

I was always short, and was never a manly man -- I always felt like I needed to prove to my girlfriend that I could do all of the manly things that I thought she wanted me to do. She was always a little taller and, truthfully, a little stronger but after she started taking Renegahealth, and her clit grew, and grew, all of that was gone. The first time she fucked me with that clit, I screamed for it. Then I would dream about it and wake up with my hands wrapped around her growing shaft. She had taken the male position in our lives and, deep down, I loved it.

One night, after dinner, she sat me down and said “It’s time to stop pretending.” At first I didn’t understand, but she just smiled and took my hand and placed it on her clit, under the table. It was 4” flaccid at this point, and far bigger aroused. She said, “Stop pretending to be a man. I’m man enough for both of us.” She stood up to her full height and, I felt it… she was so much bigger so much stronger. Finally, I was safe, safe with her to protect me, safe in her arms. I watched her muscles dance as she stripped out of her clothes and then pulled my clothes off of me. She scooped me up in her arms, and carried me to the bedroom…

Her Girl

I can’t lie – I was always into Asian girls because I thought they were submissive, polite, docile, and obedient. I wanted a smiling, small girl who would listen to me, laugh at my jokes, and agree with everything I said. My girlfriend was never those things – I learned quickly that she had a mind of her own and wouldn’t be bossed around by me. She was angry when I told her that I was attracted to Asian girls for that reason but she didn’t make a big deal out of it. She always went to the gym, and was always fit and, I have to admit, probably a bit stronger than me. When I would talk about my desire for a submissive Asian girl she would challenge me to a wrestling match… I’d laugh it off but her sarcastic smile told me that she understood I was a little bit scared.

But that was the ‘before’ time – before when Regenahealth changed everything… Now there’s no question who is in charge. First she grew in height, going from 5’4 to 5’6 in a few weeks, passing my own 5’8 and now she’s 6’3. As she grew in height, she also grew larger muscles – she packed them on. And of course, her clit swelled, grew, and expanded, and now she has an 8” girlcock. The changes in our relationship were almost instantaneous – one day she presented me a skirt, a blouse, and said, “I like my men, quiet, obedient and submissive.” I had no choice.

She makes me shave my body and paint my toenails because that’s “what good girls do.” Now she’s using everything I told her against me: saying that since I’m the smaller one, the girlier one, I must be docile, obedient, and service her as my master. She keeps saying that she’s going to enroll me in geisha training to be her obedient servile boi… I present her dinner to her every night dressed like a good wife, bow, and kiss her muscles. The whole time, I’m just thinking about her fucking me… I’ve become everything I thought I wanted in a submissive wife… and, I can’t lie, I love it…

My Girlfriend

I can’t believe the way things have changed. Andrea and I were always good friends when we were kids, but when she got a little older, and developed into an attractive young woman, I thought she wouldn’t have anything to do with me. I was a small nerd, she was an athlete and a cheerleader… I figured our connection would die out. It didn’t, we dated, and after Regenahealth, things have changed so much. She was always tall but now she’s so muscular, so tall, so powerful… she’s my goddess…

My Boss

I’ve been a good employee for a long time and was always ‘under’ my boss, but never like this. All the women in the office started taking Regenahealth around the same time and changes were immediately noticeable. You could subtly see the dynamics in the office shifting – the men getting quieter, being more subordinate, and the women taking charge. This coincided with the women getting taller, stronger, more assertive. One day my boss called me into her office, sat on the desk in front of me and unzipped her pants. Her cock was in my mouth so quickly I could barely get a word out. Now, I can’t get enough of it. I need her cum everyday…

Her Girls

The three of us were always friends and I think both Nick and I had a crush on Stacey. We were hanging out at her place one night where she started talking about Regenahealth, how it was changing her, and changing women everywhere, and how it made her more sexual. I remember the look she gave us… the ‘come here’ look. Nick and I were intrigued, thinking we were going to get lucky, but then the next thing we knew, she was on top of both of us at the same time, and quickly had us in head locks. She pulled us down to her crotch and there it was, her swollen clit. It was only 3” or so at that time but she pulled us in and just muttered, “Suck.” I couldn’t believe her strength but there was also something I couldn’t control about the experience. Pheremones? The drug? Nick and I both started licking her at the same time. She pushed our heads together and said, “Kiss, my sluts.”

After that night, we became her ‘boys’ and weren’t allowed to be with anyone but her. That was a few months ago and we’ve gone from being her ‘boys’ to being her ‘girls’ and she fucks us at the same time. She proposed to us both at the same time, “You’ll live together like my good girls, take care of me, and support one another.” She didn’t ask, she told us. Nick and I are now her sisterwives and we just want to please Daddy Stacey.

So Big

I just can’t believe the changes. My wife was never particularly fit, but in a matter of months she has become a titan of a woman. This drug is amazing… She is so thick, so tall, so strong. I can climb on her back and she can walk around the house. She can lift my body with one hand. And her cock… I want it all the time. I call it her cock because that’s what it is. It’s 9”, thick, and so … fucking … hot. I can’t believe I’m writing this. I’ve never wanted to be with a man, but there’s something different. She’s still a woman, but more of an … an amazon. I feel like her slave, her girl, her worshipper. And I love it. My little clit is so tiny and feminine next to her. Honestly, I don’t know if it’s the drug or what, but my happy place is to be her little spoon with her monster cock stuffed deep inside me. Please fuck me again…

I read and read, scrolling through the stories of countless men feminized by the increasingly-muscular and dominant women in their lives. And as I read, my nipples got hard, my clit was swelling and I began to touch myself. It was a strange mix of pleasure and sex to massage my tits, to pull my nipples, and to rub my boyclit. One post in particular caught my attention and I found myself masturbating to the scene described…

My Harem

I was running through a group of bois that I’d met on dating apps. One by one, I revealed to them, my new girlcock and broke them with it. I was addicted to the experience, that look of surprise on their faces, the look of fear, the lick of their lips, and the obvious arousal. First they’d resist, then they’d accept, and soon they’d be on their knees, taking me in their mouths, begging me to fuck them. One by one, they were all the same.

Finally, I decided, it was time to bring my bois together. I invited them all over, without them knowing about the others, and introduced them to one another. Some tried to run but I stopped them and brought them all into the bedroom. “You’re all my girls now. No need to get upset, no need to compete. I need you all to dedicate yourselves to servicing me.” As a sign of their submission, I made them get on their knees, kiss each other, and suck me together. Their four tongues, fighting for position to lubricate my cock and drink me in. That day they drank my cum off one another’s faces and now spend their days trying to please me to be my ‘first girl’. I can’t wait to add more boigirls to my harem…

I was fixated on the size of her biceps, the thickness of her cock, the look of fear and admiration in the men’s eyes and her words… her description of how she conquered them, broke them, made them into her girls…

My nipples were like two elongated erasers and my boiclit was rock hard. I was lost in a haze of lust, pulling my nipples as I stroked my penis, moaning and revelling in stories of submission and desire. I was shocked out of my reverie when I heard Karen clear her throat, “Ahem….”

I immediately turned to her, my heart pounding, my face red and my tits and clit hanging open. She was standing in the doorway, topless, except for her with a wry smile on her face, looking down at me. She looked at me with a firm gaze, unzipped her pants and slid her thick cock out.

I audibly inhaled as I watched her pull out her cock.

“I don’t want to interrupt, sweetie. Keep doing what you’re doing…”

I was shocked and embarrassed, “Karen, I didn’t…”

“Shhhh, it’s OK.” She walked over and put one hand on my ass and another on my breast. With seemingly no effort, she lifted me out of the chair and held me to her powerful body. Her body was swelling in so many ways: becoming bigger and more powerful all the time. Her breasts were as large as my head and her cock was as thick as my feminized forearms. Her body felt like warm iron against my yielding, girly flesh. A wave of desire flooded through me – I felt like putty in her powerful hands. The combination of her large breasts and her thick muscles, and my knowledge that her massive girlcock was hanging between her legs, brought me to the edge of desire.

She lifted me like I was a baby and placed her tit to her mouth before pulling the nipple into her mouth, licking it and biting it gently. I moaned in absolute lust, the feeling of sexual burning in my loins and in my tits. I went limp in her powerful arms and only mustered enough energy to let my willing legs part and beg for her to fuck me like a doll and tear me apart with her masterful cock.

Hanging in the air, in her powerful arms, I looked up at her. Her muscular body was glowing and had a shimmer of sweat. She had gotten even stronger and her breasts had swollen too. Her abs were tight and defined and her biceps had gotten thicker. I looked up at her thinking she was more of a man than I had ever been. More of a woman. The old rules of gender and had fallen away, she was an alpha, muscular, dominant goddess and I was her willing servant. I salivated as my boiclit thickened – I wanted only to drink her cum.

“Look how sexy you’ve become, my little sissy. You have real tits now. You’re a real girl.”

My head lolled back with desire and she licked my nipple again.

“Look at you, my sweet little girl, so weak, so obedient, just like a good wife should be,” she said, her voice thick with desire. I could feel my own cock begging for her to touch it.

“Do you want me to fuck you, sweetie? To fuck you with my cock?”

“Mmmmm Yessss pleaaaase.” I said in a lengthy moan. “Please fuck me Karen.”

I could feel her engorged cock against my ass. It felt like a thick arm, pressing harder and harder against my fleshy bottom – I reached down and grasped it with my thin hands. She had gotten so big, I could barely wrap my fingers around it.

She spoke in a deep, low voice, “Feel it, sissy. Feel my cock. That’s what a real cock feels like.”

“Mmmmm yes Karen… You’re so big. You’re such a man.” I started rubbing my cock against her body, trying to pleasure myself against her cut muscles.

“You’ve made me your girl, Karen. I’m so weak and so small compared to you. Please fuck me again and make me more of a girl.”

“I want to cum on you. I want to cover you in my seed,” she said, her voice getting deeper.

She threw me onto the bed and I got on all fours, sticking my ass in the air and inviting her towards me.

“Beg me, girl.” She said.

I looked back at her, she was a vision of amazonian, female masculinity. Her powerful tits, her swollen biceps, her thick veins, and the monstrous cock that promised to split me in two.

I grabbed a tit with one hand, and manipulated the nipple and I spoke to her in a girlish voice. “Please Daddy… please fuck me. I’ve given all my masculinity to you… you took it from me because you’re better than me, stronger, more powerful. I just want you inside me, to own me forever. I’m your little cow begging to be bred. Please fill me with your cum. I want to drink your powerful, alpha cum. Please do it Daddy Karen…”

Her eyes were thick with lust… "Do you want me to breed you? To make you my broodmare?"

I nodded, unable to speak. My mouth was slack with desire and humiliation.

It was as if she had unlocked a part of me I didn't even know existed.

"Beg me to breed you," she ordered, stroking her still-hard clit. "Ask me to fill you with my sperm and breed your boi pussy.”

Without hesitation, I replied, "Please, Karen, breed me. Make me your girl. I want to live off your sperm. I want to feel your baby growing inside me."

Her smile grew wider, and she leaned down to kiss me again, her tongue invading my mouth with the same aggression she had used to claim my body. She tasted of sweat and power, and I couldn't get enough.

She spat onto her cock and rubbed it up and down. As she did so, I stuck my fingers in my mouth, covered them in saliva and then moistened my asshole her for. I opened it as wide as I could, a flower waiting to be taken. I felt the head of her cock pressed against my hole and I bit my lip slightly as she eased her lubricated cock into me. She stopped halfway and I moaned.

"What's that?" she asked, her voice mocking. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, please," I begged. "I need more of your cock."

“Can you take the whole thing my slut?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. Please.”

The thought of being filled with her cum again, of feeling it slosh in my stomach, of drinking her down, of being abused by her, was almost too much... My body writhed beneath her and I pushed my ass towards her cock, taking more of her in me. She began to fuck me again, her powerful hips moving in a rhythm that was all too familiar now.

And as she pounded into me, she pulled my wrists behind my body and was holding me in place. I could feel her strength, holding my torso in the air, her cock inside me like an iron rod, pressing into my stomach. My eyes watered with lust and she fucked me mercilessly.

I knew that I had found my place in the world. I was her girl, her plaything, her possession, and I was complete. The pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt, a mix of pain and humiliation and love that only made me want more.

Incredibly, I could feel her thickening even more inside me and I felt like she was going to split me in two. Her cock was driving deep into me and in my mind I imagined it pushing my organs aside, pressing up into my chest. I wanted it bigger, longer, more… I wanted her to fuck me from both ends. Her powerful thighs slammed into my gentle, yielding legs and I almost came with the sensation of her muscles flexing against me.

Suddenly, she reached down and began furiously masturbating my boiclit. I could tell she was about to cum because her cock was like an iron rod inside me and she was slamming her pelvis into my ass with intense fury. She masturbated my clit so hard I thought she might pull it off but in no time I was screaming with lust as the orgasm washed over me and she came at the same time. I felt her shoot her hot seed into me, it was a wave of her cum and I could feel it entering my body.

As she came again, filling me with her hot, sticky seed, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. This was what I was meant to be, her little sissy, her girl, her obedient cow. And as she pulled out and leaned over to kiss me, I knew that I would do anything she asked, no matter how degrading or depraved, because she was my master now, and I was utterly devoted to her.

We lay together in a pile on the bed, panting with lust and desire and exhaustion before Karen rolled over and kissed me deeply on the mouth.

“That was amazing, baby. You’re such a sexy girl.”

I looked at her with admiration and love, “Thank you.”

“By the way, while you were out, I bought you something. Go try it on.”

I looked at her and touched her powerful bicep gently, “Now?”

“Yes, now. Say thank you daddy, and go put it on.”

I looked into her eyes and said, “Thank you Daddy” and slid off the bed and picked up the bag she had brought home. I walked into the washroom.

It was a maid’s outfit. I was too drunk with sex to even think about asking her what it was about or why she wanted me to wear it.

I pulled on the tights, the costume and the hat before noticing that there was also lipstick in the bag. I applied it and checked my appearance before returning to the bathroom.

I tiptoed into the room before saying, “Bonjour, Master. I am ready for you…”

Karen looked at me with a smile before shuffling to the side of the bed. Somehow she was already erect again and she pointed her monstrous cock at me.

“A maid’s first duty is to take care of her master.”

I knew what to do. I slunk to my knees and looked up at her with submissive, doe eyes. I licked my red lips. I kissed the tip. I looked up at her again and said, “Thank you, Master.”

I took her in my mouth and serviced her like the sweet girl I am.