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Category: Feminization Audience: Views: 3331 Rating: ★★★★★ (2 votes) From the moment I saw him.by minime2meChapter 1I know there’s a few of you that will recognize the scenario I’m about to describe. Either it happened to you personally or you did it to someone close to you. Doesn’t matter to me if you believe it or not, it happened exactly as I described. rnrnrnAbout a year ago, I became interested in my step-son. Now I know what you’re thinking–trust me I do–but he was over twenty one–he may have been a year older, so I feel pretty safe in telling you this. The boy was a prick–a real asshole, lazy and without a single fucking redeeming quality in the world—I really hated him. I blamed him for all the shit his mom and I were going through at the time. Because of him, we were close to divorcing–I couldn’t stand him.rnrnBut, in spite of my loathing for him, there was something about him, besides the deep hatred of him, that turned me on. Not any one thing that I could identify—and truth be known, it may have something that he subconsciously picked up on that made him rebel against me–who knows?rnrnFor starters, he had the bluest eyes–from the minute they gazed into mine, I was hooked. He was oblivious of course, guys don’t usually notice that another man finds then attractive (thank God), but from that moment on–I wanted him to like me. But, because I was marrying his mother, it was out of the question. rnrnHis body was a tyranny’s dream! Slim at the waist, his chest was taut and muscular. His bottom was apportioned like a man’s, but because he was close to his sister, he walked a bit feminine. His, hair flaming red, wasn’t in the beginning a huge turn on to me. In fact, he wore it too long, rarely washed it, hardly combed it, and wore it like a Halloween wig wherever he went.rnrnRyan lived over our garage for the last two years. He ate our food and drank our beer willingly enough. It was after returning home one night and finding all my beer gone and the two of us nearly coming to blows over it, I made a decision. Tired of it all, I began to sneak birth control pills into his meals and sports drinks. I wasn’t sure how they would affect him–and at the time I started slipping them to him, I really didn’t care. A month later, I began to see results.rnAfter a month or so on the medicine, I knew….I knew that he was changing…even if he didn’t. The the changes were slow. I could see that his facial hair was thinner and his voice was perhaps a little higher. But, I needed to speed things up. rn rnThrough various internet sites I was able to locate the final piece of the puzzle. I discovered a sissy hypo training virus that could be loaded in practically any electronic device that was available. MHYB (makehimyourbitch), designed and sold from somewhere in eastern Europe, wasn’t cheap—it cost nearly $2000 dollars for the first six months, but the reviews were universally positive. rnrnThe packet I received in the mail, was more than I could have ever dreamed of. Inside was a step by step plan of action for complete and irreversible feminization. I discovered that the birth control pills I was giving him had the wrong ratio of estrogen to progesterone and was given a six month supply of the proper drugs—which worked better and faster–with the guaranteed results. Placed in blister packaging with each day of the program stamped beside it, I was to empty each capsule’s contents into his food once a day.rnrnThe virus was loaded onto a flash drive that would install and run in the background of every device it was loaded into. If there was video of any kind running or if he was surfing the internet, undetected messages would appear at predetermined intervals—messages and images that became locked into the viewer or listener’s subconscious mind. I was even instructed how to insert my own likeness into it so that images of me in various stages of nakedness would weave through his thoughts. Head shots of people that he trusted…my wife…and his sister…as well of a few close friends needed to be loaded as well. Whenever he was on his phone or computer or listening to music or simply texting someone, the subliminal message would be there, altering his perception of reality. I felt like an idiot posting pictures of myself with my cock in my hand but I did so. I wanted him to be my sex slave so bad I could taste it. He was the source of all my pain and soon enough he would be the source of pleasure for me… rnrnThere were also instructions on how to interact with the subject, words and body language that would enforce the messages he was receiving. In the beginning, I was instructed to use the words ‘tight’ and ‘sissy’ frequently and to touch his skin at least daily and to focus my eyes on his chest when I spoke to him. If he used the words, ‘bitchy’ or really anything with ‘bitch’ as part of a sentence, I would know that the program was on track. If he never used those words, I was to double his dose, each week until he did. rnrnHis medicine changed and the virus loaded without fanfare, I waited and watched, my cock growing hard each time I watched him texting someone or listening to his Ipod, the words I was instructed to use incorporated into every encounter with him. After about a week, he began using the word ‘bitchy’ with more and more frequency. The skin to skin contact in the beginning was somewhat harder but through careful planning I was able to manage it, a lot of times finding him staring in the refrigerator, listening to his music, I would grasp his neck playfully and grab something to eat. It was hard but I came to realize that the young man I was feeding was soon to be a young woman–who would feed off my cock.rnrnI documented everything I could, a photo taken in his trunks at the beginning of the summer was all I could go on later. In the prime of life, his body undergoing the final stages of manhood, the effects were profound. A month into the system, he had broken off contact with all of his closest friends, ignored his sister so much that the two were no longer speaking, and had more than a few major blow outs with my wife. At the two month mark, I was the only person he even spoke to in our house. He began to confide in me his problems with my wife and his sister and I became his confidant so to speak. I mean, I really tried to be impartial, but because his body was changing so quickly before my eyes and my attraction toward him was so powerful, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my hands off him. rn rnAt day 89 of his training, I approached him at his perch in front of the refrigerator. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of dark blue running shorts. The shorts, were tight to say the least, and showed me the progress he was making. His ass hung out prominently, practically begging to forcibly entered. In his ears, I could hear the music blaring, his hips moving from side to side with the beat. His bottom wasn't the only thing in full bloom, his breasts were coming along very well. I could the side of a well formed mound pushing outward against his cotton top as he stood there. It took all that I had to keep from grabbing it. A little nervously, I’ll admit, I slid my hand beneath the bottom edge of his top and rested my hand on his waist and raised it upward. rnrnStartling him as my hand covered his soft breast, he jumped and turned to face me, his face blushing. He recovered quickly and pulled out his earbuds. “Oh, hey Frank….” He said curling his hair over his ear, an embarrassed smile quickly forming. We both knew what had just happened.rnMoving a bit closer, I examined his chest for what seemed like an eternity and watched as both his nipples began to swell as if on cue. Then lifting my eyes into his said evenly, “those sissy shorts are so tight, I thought a girl had broken into the house.”rnrn I saw confusion in his face for a few seconds as he fought for a clever response. “Well to be honest, I didn’t have a clean pair so I found these in the attic. Found this shirt there too. Sorry, if you don’t like them….I can take...”rnrn“...you’ll take them off bitch? I mean you look so sexy in these ‘tight” clothes. Wonder what you look like out of them..."rnrnI could see doubt in in his eyes mired with confusion. I had the little bastard exactly were he needed to be.rnrnI took a minute to look at him as he stood before me. His facial hair disappearing after the third week, now it was baby soft. His Adam’s apple was nearly absent. I felt like kissing, him, I really did, but decided to make him sweat–I know he wanted me to. rnrn“Whatever you want to do is okay…I mean….really……” rnrnDay 90 programming was starting in one day and the capsules were different, as well as the code words and the instructions. It was hard but I was willing to wait for the completed product if I needed to. I simply slid both hands under the edges of his tee shirt and up to his bare waist, testing his resolve–and my control over him…… In his eyes, I knew it was already complete.rnrn"Some other time, kiddo..."rnrnThe instructions had changed on day ninety. The code words were now ‘sexy’ and ‘girl’. The word he would use more and more was ‘Daddy’. He was only to use it when we were alone. Starting immediately I was to barge into his room and bathroom at least daily and try to catch him naked. If he called me Daddy and the doors were left unlocked, the program was on track. If not, I would double his dose each week until he did.rnrnOn day 110, I had just returned from the attic where I had left another bundle of clothes for Ryan. I had picked colors and styles that I knew would go we his skin type and flowing red locks. His hair was past his shoulders and I could see that he had curled it in some places. It looked better each day. A make up set that I had hidden under a sack of clothes earlier was missing as well. rnrnFor the last 3 weeks I had walked in on him while he was showering, just a day before, I watched for several minutes as he shaved his legs smooth. Today, he took care to clean off his arm pits and cleaned around his pubic area. rn rn“Oh, hey, Hand me a towel, Daddy….” he said as he pulled back the clear curtains, his entire body on display. rnrnHis tits now a firm C cup with bright thimble sized nipples, were simply beautiful. At his waist I could see that he had shaved his pubes into a tight red triangle and that his dick and balls had shrunken dramatically. rnrn“I knew you’d be here” he laughed and grinned as I handed it to him.rnrnMinutes later, I followed him into his bedroom, a dimly lit candle in the shadows. The house was empty except for us–his mom was out of town for a conference and his sister, Rylee had moved out because of the shit he’d given her.rnrn“…dadddy… I don’t know……how to explain it but….I like you…a lot…daddy…”rnrn“Really?” I said closing the door behind me. On his dresser, I saw the make up set and watched as he grabbed the garter belt and began to slip it on.rnrn“I never have thanked you for all the things you leave for me I the attic” rn rnSlowly, he slipped a pair of stockings on and clipped them to the garter. Without a word, he fell to his knees…. Chapter 2I don’t know when it all began–it seemed so sudden.
I’d always hated Frank, I mean, he was an asshole to me. A real son of a bitch. Sure I drank his beer and took money from him and mom but shit, I was planning to go back to school after I took a little time off and didn’t have any money. I never knew when he was going to go off on me, we fought all the time. I mean, I was a fucking kid–and he was pounding my mother, cut me a little slack.
We had just had another major argument–I came close to punching his lights out–then the next fucking day….and I’m serious, the next morning, I…well…didn’t hate him anymore.
Just like that, in the blink of a eye, I realized what a bitch I’d been to him. Then as the days passed, I started to see what my mom had seen in him, his smile, his laugh, hell even his ass started looking good to me. It was that quick, I hated him then I before I knew it, I needed him so bad I could taste it–I wanted to taste ‘it’.
I wasn't a fag. I mean, I’d fucked a few girls over the last few years, the last time at a party in college. I like pussy–or used to. I really couldn’t understand what’d happened. Maybe it was who I was meant to be–a freak of nature that begins to change into the thing that he knows the one he loves really needs.
I don’t know what sent me to the attic that first time. I was searching for stuff to wear. That part wasn’t a lie. The bundle of clothes I finally came to realize he had bought for me and left there for me to find was a total surprise. The underwear, so soft and silky sent shivers up my spine when I slipped them on the first time and from that moment on, I wore them everywhere. Nearly every week, I would find more and more things, hose, bras, make up, styling gel, curling irons–you name it. The man who I was convinced hated me, actually cared for me more than my bitch mom and bitchier sister ever fucking did.
We never talked about it…I mean the clothes and other stuff, that is. We talked about other stuff and as the days wore on I began to….I don’t know how to put this…want him–as in like really, really wanted him. He was over twice my age,a whole lot taller and probably outweighed me by eighty or ninety pounds. I could sense just by the way he carried himself and from the bulge in his pants that his cock was big but I needed to know. I needed to know in a way that a woman needs to know–close up and personal.
I started imagining the two of us together…in bed… I could see myself naked on top of him, our tongues exploring each others mouths then me licking my way lower and lower and pulling down his boxers. I had seen his dick maybe once since him and my bitch mother were married. It wasn’t hard and at the time, I didn’t think much about it. But even now as I’m writing this, I can see it in my mind, clear as day, as I pull his trunks lower and release it. Rock hard and wet with precum–a solid 10 inches of the most incredibly beautiful thing I could ever image. It’s that clear…his head swollen, a series of thick veins snaking down its fat shaft, and its in his hand. A persistent voice in my head urges me on, my entire body attuned to his every desire.
For weeks, the cat and mouse game continued between us. Then one day, he made a move. I wore a pair of shorts that I knew would drive him over the edge and the thinnest, tightest tee shirt I could find. I must've waited for him for thirty minutes to come downstairs. He grabbed me in the kitchen and I felt his hand on my tit. I thought I would die! I mean, it felt sooo good then he like grabbed me around the waist and I just knew we were going to kiss, I mean, I think I even puckered up….then nothing. I don’t know what stopped him. I cried about it later....I mean...what was wrong with me...??
My bitch mom was gone for days at a time and my bitch sister Rylee moved out a long time ago. Thankfully, she left a closet full of clothes she had out grown–in my spare time, I tried to match tops and bottoms and shoes and accessories–I actually did. I knew, I was changing and it terrified me and thrilled me at the same time. My chest was growing bigger and my cock and balls smaller. The only way I could orgasm any longer was with my finger or a candle or something like that in my ass. I couldn’t complain, the orgasms I achieved like that nearly made me pass out, my entire body convulsing for a solid minute as images of Daddy holding his fat cock flooded my thoughts. Did I care why? Fuck no–and I swear to this day, I still don’t.
Mom had been gone for only a few hours the first time Daddy walked into the bathroom while I was showering. It made me jump at first–I mean I wasn’t expecting it or anything. I giggled and pretended to cover myself but we both knew the score by then. I wanted him to see me! From the way he was looking at me, I knew if I didn’t fuck it up, we could, you know….get closer. I wanted him to fuck me like a little bitch.
Then the trip to Denver came up. Mom the bitch would be gone for at least a week. I thought I would die waiting for her car to pull out of the driveway. Whether he liked it or not, Daddy and I were gonna get together–I mean, I never wanted something so bad in my life as to have him inside me. He was always on my mind.
I found a new set of lingerie waiting for me in our secret place. I felt like crying, knowing that I could finally get what I’d been dreaming about for months.
I led him to my bedroom and after drying off, began to put on the clothes he’d bought. Then playfully pushing him toward the bed, I feel to my knees and loosened his belt. A few seconds later, his shorts around his ankles, he sat on the edge of the bed and I saw what I’d been dreaming about for months, looked exactly like I’d imagined!
I wasted little time after that. A trickle of precum was leaking out and I licked it up and took his rod in my hand. Afraid that I would let some go to waste, I spent several seconds licking his piss hole clean, and was rewarded with a thick glob as he spasmed suddenly.
It was absolutely divine! If I had to describe it I would say, it tasted like a salty Piña colada, only warm, and so much better! I spent the next several minutes exploring its entire length with my lips and tongue enjoying the absolute blessing of complete submission to my step father. A thick stream began to flow from the tip and I ran my tongue from the base to the top and caught it. Then looking up into his eyes, I drank it for him. From this point on, I was his bitch, his whore, his cum depository–and there would no turning back to the way it used to be. He had completed me. I looked up and saw a sense of satisfaction in his face as I opened my mouth and squeezed his head into my mouth….I felt his hand grab the back of my head when suddenly he yanked my head back and forced me to look at him.
“In the bottom drawer, there’s a little something special for you kid–go get them and get your little ass back over here!”
My heart pounded as I scurried away, I mean what the hell could be so important that he interrupt me sucking his cock? I crawled over to the dresser and found a pair of manacles and what looked like a dog collar resting beside a short thick leather whip with almost a dozen knotted strings.
“Whattt dddid you want Daddy….?” I said.
“Bring it all over here kid and turn the fuck around. Its your first time–I want to make it memorable."
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