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The Feminization of Bob
by Nancy Shaw
Bob was sitting watching TV when his wife Cindy walked through the
room. "I'll be back in a few hours, I'm going shopping" she said.
Watching her drive away, Bob thought this was his chance to do what he
did every chance he got, but that wasn't too often. He hurried back to
their bedroom, and opened up the drawer that held all of the delicious
lingerie that he enjoyed so much on his wifes voluptuous form, but he
rarely got to enjoy it that way. In lieu of that, he would slip into
it himself every chance he got. Despite that he had bought most of it
for her, he wore most more than she did.
He selected a pink lacy pair of panties and picked them out of the
drawer. As he held the panties in one hand, he lowered his zipper with
the other hand. He tugged his pants to the floor in anticipation of
what was to come as he luxuriously placed the panties over his
hardening flesh, getting that way just thinking of what he was doing.
Bob wrapped his hand around the panties that circled his cock, and
slowly stroked from one end to the other. Stopping for just a moment,
Bob completed undressing until he was sitting with just a wispy pair of
panties on his cock. Looking further through the drawer, Bob wondered
what it would be like to actually wear some of these lacy nothings.
Selecting a matching pink lace trimmed bra, he slipped his arms through
the straps and drew it up to his chest. Reaching around his back, he
was amazed at how easily he was able to fasten the bra. The only thing
that was missing was the boobs which he wished he was stroking in the
lace cups. Bob picked a bunch of panties and stuffed the cups of the
pink bra, for the next best thing. Thankful that his wife was just
about his size, he opened another drawer and selected a pink matching
garter belt, and slipped it around his waist.
Meanwhile, Cindy had realized as she drove away that she had forgotten
her jacket. Slipping quickly back to the house, she entered the same
way she had left, through the front door, but Bob wasn't sitting where
she had left him, in the living room. Not thinking anything of it, she
hurried to her bedroom, to get her jacket out of the closet. She
stopped short when she heard a drawer open and saw Bob lift her pink
garterbelt out of its storage place, only having been worn one time at
Bob's insistence. Bob fastened the garterbelt around his waist, not
noticing his wife watching from the doorway. "I wonder how far he will
go" Cindy thought. Cindy was at a loss as to what to do, but she was
drawn to watch the performance of the pantywaist putting on her finest
lingerie. Searching though the drawer once again, Bob pulled out a
pair of stockings and positioned one to draw it up his leg wishing just
once that he could feel the stocking against a smoothly shaved leg. He
fastened the first stocking to the hanging garters, and then continued
doing the same thing to the second.
Just then, Cindy stepped through the door saying "I really think pink
is such an adorable color on you."
"I-I-I..." Bob stammered.
"Now, now dear, I never knew just how much you liked to wear my pretty
things" she said. At the same time, she remembered Bobs reaction when
she would rub her panties against his hard cock when they would be
lying in bed at night as a prelude to sex.
Cindy stood for a minute looking at the helpless man, and then said
"Bob, I really think you look adorable, but your legs are much too
hairy to do those stockings justice" Cindy said addressing him by a
feminized version of his name. "Follow me". She walked into the
bathroom and started the bath water running thinking to herself 'This
is going to be interesting. I wonder how far I can take this?'
Bob dutifully followed Cindy to the bathroom, still dressed in her
underwear. His shriveled cock hung between his legs, totally naked as
he hadn't yet had time to put on the pair of panties that he had been
fondling himself with. Cindy looked that the man-girl and said "Strip
'Bobbie'. I want you to get in that tub, and I don't want a hair left
below your waist when you get back out. And while you are at it, shave
under your arms as well" she said authoritatively.
Bob hung his head in shame not quite knowing whether to fight or give
in, realizing that either way, he was in for a change in his
relationship with is wife. If he rebelled, who would she tell of the
condition she found him in, but if he gave in, where would her
domination end. Deep inside, he wasn't really sure he minded the
domination part, wanting quite often for someone else to take charge
once he came home from his demanding work.
Bobbie decided to do what she said, also realizing that he had just
thought of himself in the feminine name that his wife had called him.
He stepped into the tub, the water set at the hot temperature that she
normally ran for herself. The steaming hot water stung his ball sack,
but he didn't have the courage to question her motives to cause him
pain.
Cindy handed him a razor saying "I am going shopping. When I get back,
I want you to be shaved slick, back in your underwear that I found you
in, but put that little dick in some nice panties this time, not
hanging out like it was. I'll deal with you when I get back."
Bob was left with his thoughts as his wife spun and disappeared out the
door. "What am I going to do now" he thought or better yet what is SHE
going to do?
Bob looked at the razor in his hand, and picked up the bar of soap as
he had seen his wife do on numerous occasions and lathered his leg as
he had been instructed. As he drew the razor down his leg, he wondered
if he would ever be the same again. As his legs became luxuriously
smooth, he wondered what the nylons would feel like when he put them
back on as he had been instructed. As he thought about dressing again,
his cock began to harden, and Bob was torn with his/her new feelings,
confused as to how he could be getting excited when his wife was
obviously attempting to and succeeding in humiliating him.
He finished shaving first one leg, then the other, and then thought
"She said all hairs below the waist?? Does she want me to shave my
pubic hair too?"
Bob was sure that if he didn't do as he was told, he stood the
possibility of incurring her wrath, something he didn't look forward to
doing. As he removed the last few hairs around his now absolutely rock
solid cock, he was amazed at how he felt feeling his smooth as silk
legs, joining at the middle with is now naked crotch. As Bob stepped
out of the bathtub, he noticed a large part of his masculinity run out
of the tub with the water, now cluttered with masses of body hair. He
dried himself with a towel, and felt amazed at the way his legs felt.
So smooth, and his stockings fairly flew up his legs as he drew them up
to the pink lace garter belt that he had snapped just seconds before.
He pulled the bra up his arms and reached around his back once again to
fasten that little piece of cloth that held a females charms. This
time, rather than fondling his cock with the pink lace panties, he drew
them up his legs and tucked his throbbing cock between his legs as best
he could. He still had a tent in his crotch, caused by his rock hard
cock.
Bob laid down on the bed that he normally shared with his wife, to wait
for her return. Shortly, he drifted off to sleep, lying there in all
of his feminine glory in his matching pink lingerie set.
It was dark when Cindy returned, and as she let herself into the house,
she wondered where he new little pantywaist was hiding. As she walked
down the hall with her purchases, she found here pantyclad husband
lying on their bed, sound asleep.
"Perfect" she thought, as she got the ropes that her husband had placed
underneath the bed, thinking that she didn't know they were there. She
softly tied them to the corners of the bed, make it very easy for her
to slip both of Bob's wrists through the knots as he groggily awoke.
Pulling on his arms, he realized that he was bound, and while not tight
or painful, he was totally at the mercy of his wife.
She laid her shopping bags on the bed, some for herself, but a few
special ones for her husband, lying bound in front of her.
"Do you think these will help fill out your bras" she asked, pulling
two soft weighted silicone prothesis' from her shopping bag. She
removed the panties that Bob had stuffed back into the cups on
dressing, and slipped first one then the other "falsie" into place.
Bob now truly looked like Bobbie as the false nipples poked through the
thin lace of the bra, just as Cindy's did.
As her husband lay there dressed finer than woman normally dress, Cindy
thought about her marriage, the 17 years that they had been together.
He was a worker, working late nights to support his family, possibly
too late. Cindy frequently would be quite angry at all her husband had
left with her while he was working, or so he said anyway. Only once
during there marriage had she strayed, and she never had admitted just
what had happened that night she had been with Steven. Only she knew.
She had been wild in her youth, taking on all offers of a hard cock,
but always on her terms, when she wanted, not when some twit tried to
pick her up. Sex had never played a strong part in her marriage to
Bob, but she did love the feeling of his tongue licking her slit and
Bob had always been willing to do that at any time. But this time, it
was a little different. "I'll teach him to wear my clothes", she
thought.
She got out the rest of the packages she had purchased just a few hours
before. In the bags, she had one of the shortest mini skirts that she
had ever had the courage to purchase, and the sheerest of black
blouses. She also had a matching black bra and garter belt, and two
pairs of lacy black panties. (Two pairs?) Cindy fastened the garter
belt around her waist, and slowly pulled dark stockings up her smooth
freshly shaved legs. She drew her new panties on next, so she could
take them off without the now fastened stockings getting in the way.
She placed her arms through the straps of her black lace bra, cupping
her breasts in place, then reaching around her back to fasten the hooks
in place. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her
new bra and she knew the sheer blouse she had picked out would do
little to cover her mounds of jiggling breast flesh. She completed her
dressing by donning her skirt and blouse and stood looking at herself
in her full length mirror. She could easily see her nipples and dark
areola showing through her bra and blouse and was confident that she
would have no problem filling her pussy with come this night.
Bob lay helpless, tied to the bed's four corners, watching as Cindy
prepared herself for goodness knows what. He knew she never dressed
like that for him, one of the reasons that he was now laying there in
his lacy finery. Cindy turned to the bed, and straddled Bob's chest.
She inched her skirt up until he could see her panty clad womanhood.
She slowly moved her pussy up over his mouth, and commanded "lick it,
you pantywaist. Get it good and wet. I want to be ready for later."
Thinking she meant they were going to have a night of wonderful sex, he
greedily kissed and licked the crotch of her new black panties,
realizing finally, he could FEEL the lips of her womanhood.
Cindy had bathed earlier, and she must have shaved her pussy better
than she had ever done before. Despite the fact that he was licking
her pussy through black satin panties, he could tell that there was no
hair there at all. He male member began to rise as he realized that
she had a pussy that was totally bald and slick as a new born babies,
especially with her pussy juices beginning to run out into her panties.
The juices that normally would be caught in her pussy hairs were now
running unimpeded into her panties as she spread the lips of her
womanhood to allow him a clear shot of her clit through her panties.
His manhood became harder and harder, when suddenly, Cindy wrapped a
scarf around his head, blindfolding him. After just a few more moments
of licking her, her pantied crotch was slick with her juices.
Cindy climbed off the bed, drew her panties down her legs, and then
placed them over her husbands mouth and nose so her pussy goo was right
where he couldn't get away from it. She fastened the leg holes around
his ears. His head was pantied whether he liked it or not! Getting
her other fresh pair of new black panties, she slipped them over her
now moist, bald pussy lips.
She picked up her purse, making sure she had her diaphragm that she
used to use, having a special purpose in mind. She made no effort to
hide the fact that she was leaving, and Bob heard the door shut. A few
moments later, Bob heard their car start, and drive away.
He was now totally alone in the house, with his arms and legs tied
securely to the four corners of the bed. To anyone who saw him, there
could be little doubt that he was in a predicament. His panty clad
sissy stick stood straight up as his wifes cum juices ran over his
face. "I don't think I have ever seen her so excited before", he
thought to himself. And then it struck him. HIS wife was dressed for
one thing. Pure, raunchy, sex, and her pussy was ready as well, thanks
to his talented tongue. And he was laying here in a pink version of
what his wife had left in. As he began to think of the possibilities,
his hard dick couldn't stand it any longer. His submissive position
caused him to pump his white cum and filled the crotch of his lacy
panties. He smelled the juices from his wifes panties, felt his own
cum running over his own baldness at his crotch, and drifted off to
sleep, wondering as he did, what was in store for him when his wife
came home.
Cindy didn't really know what she was going to do when she left, but
for the first time in many years, she realized that she was totally in
control.
"What can he do", she thought, "as long as I have these pictures of him
dressed in my underwear. I'm going to get what he hasn't given me for
a long time, a hard dick that can pump me for as long as I can stand
it. If that one wears out, I'll get another one." He angered mind
didn't even think about the possibility of disease, or even worse,
AIDS!
She pulled up outside one of the local dance bars. She checked her
face in the mirror, to make sure her makeup looked alright and then
thought to herself looking down at the same time, "I don't really think
it matters. My clothes will be the center of attention, not to mention
these tits." Her nipples were clearly visible through her sheer top and
bra. She exuded "fuck me". Right then, she decided what she was going
to do. She had left the house planning to put her diaphragm in her
pussy when she got there. Then she was planning on dancing and having
fun until the rear of her diaphragm filled up with her pussy juices.
When she got home, she was planning on being filled with her own juice.
But now....she decided it was going to be cum she was full of, as much
as she could possible handle. "I wonder how much that will be", she
said outloud to no one in particular.
Cindy walked in the door, and before she could even sit down, a tall
blond man greeted her, and directed her to a table.
"My name's Tom, mind if I sit with you?" he said?
Cindy replied "Sure, I'm drinking Tom Collins." They both laughed at
her drink and his name. Tom ordered a beer for himself, and her drink
and tried his best to not stare at her nipples probing themselves in
his direction.
Cindy loved the attention her nipples were getting, and was getting wet
just thinking what it would be like for her to have Tom sucking them.
She thought this might be her first conquest, when still another young
man walked up the table, and asked Cindy to dance.
After introducing himself as Ken to the both of them, Cindy said to
Tom, "Excuse us for a minute, don't go away. I have some plans for
both of you guys."
Cindy and Ken went off to dance, and her titties put on quite a little
show of their own as they bounced and jiggled to the music. When the
tempo changed to a slow song, she knew her dress was having the desired
effect as Ken drew her close. She felt his hard cock pressed into her
own crotch, again causing her juices to flow. As the song ended, Ken
asked if the pair minded if he joined them at their table.
Cindy said "Sure, and we'll be right back" dragging Tom onto the dance
floor. Tom got the same show that Ken had, and looking at his pants,
the tent that his dick was making showed Cindy that the results were
the same. Her pussy juice was moistening her panties so much that she
thought they would begin leaking down her leg.
"How would you boys like to leave here for a little fun?" Cindy asked
both of them. As they left, heading for a local motel, she knew that
this was going to be the start of at least, a very interesting night!
Cindy watched Ken go to the office to get a room, but she wasted no
time in interesting Ted in her luscious body. As she rubbed her breast
against his arm, the hard pointed nipples left little doubt in his mind
as to what her intentions where. As she reached to his crotch to rub
the hard lump that she found there, that little doubt was gone as well.
Cindy nibbled Ted's ear, rubbing the lump in his pants into a hard rod.
Ken came back to his car and motioned to the other two to follow him to
their room. Cindy led the three of them through the door, unbuttoning
her blouse on the way. She turned and attacked the first man through
the door, throwing herself on Ted. Ted cupped her tits through her
lacy bra, while Ken closed the door.
Not wasting any time, Ken reached around Cindy, unfastened her pants,
lowering her panties at the same time. To Ken's surprise, Cindy
grabbed the panties pulling them back into place. She allowed Ted to
remove her blouse and bra, and leaning back on the bed, she once again
confirmed what she really wanted.
"Only one rule tonight boys, I wanted fucked as much as you two can
handle, but you have to come only in my pussy or my ass and I am
leaving my panties on all the time," she said. "Can you two live with
that?"
Both spoke up and said "Sure, no problem," thinking it was a bit
strange but they could live with it as long as they got to empty their
hard cocks in that pussy.
Cindy meanwhile was thinking of what she would do with a pussy full of
come when she went home to her "Bobbie", lying tied up in her
underwear. "I wonder what he is doing now", knowing in her own mind
that he couldn't be doing anything. He was lying at home, in their
bed, not able to move.
Ted climbed on first, moving her panties to the side, thinking it
really strange as he plunged his dick in her pussy, while Ken straddled
her head, teasing her lips with the head of his erect member. Cindy
was moaning around the head of the plunging penis, as Ted neared the
first cum load of the evening, shooting gob after gob of thick cum into
her pussy. As soon as he pulled out, Ken moved to her now moist hole,
not minding at all pumping into the already wet pussy. Ted moved to
her head, letting her use her mouth to bring him back to erection
again.
This went on for several hours. As soon as a dick was pulled from her
pussy, the come started to force its way out until she moved her legs
together to hold it in. It was past midnight when Cindy said she had
to leave, but first, got the phone numbers of both men, promising to
call them at her first opportunity to "get away from her husband", she
said.
Little did they realize that her husband was going to taste something
that this lovely honey wouldn't, their cum! Cindy laid on her back,
carefully inserting her diaphragm into her pussy, losing as little of
the precious come as was possible.
"Once more from each of you" Cindy said, "to cap off a perfect
evening."
Ted and Ken looked at each other, simultaneously sharing the same
thought, this lady was weird! This didn't stop them though from
plunging in just one more time, depositing yet another load of cum into
her pussy. When she pulled her panties into place this last time, come
leaked out into them, making the second time that night that she had a
soaked crotch between her legs.
Cindy met a cab outside the door of the motel room, carrying her bra in
her hand, causing the cab driver to take a second look at the honey
that had just gotten into the back seat.
'Nice tits, and an ass to go with them' the cab driver thought to
himself. 'This one could be a ride to remember' not thinking at all
about the driving that he was doing as he pulled away from the curb.
The cab pulled up outside of Cindy and Bob's house. Cindy thought for
a moment and then asked "Would a blow job be enough to pay for my ride
tonight?"
Not believing his ears, the cabby said "Sure", while at the same time
pulling his dick out of his pants. Making short work of it, Cindy
sucked him to orgasm, and not saying another word, turned to go into
the house, with a mouthful of her third man's spunk for the night.
Cindy was careful to hold the cabbycum in her mouth when she went into
the bedroom to see her husband awake, having heard the door shut as she
returned home. Cindy pulled her panties out of his mouth, and gave her
husband a kiss on the lips, while at the same time, letting the cum run
into his mouth.
Bob, barely awake, had a million thoughts screaming through his brain.
Cindy was mad when she left, I think, but now she is back and the first
thing through the door she kisses me a kiss like I have never had
before. She didn't seem mad any more, and thought maybe she was over
the anger that she had displayed earlier, but he knew that he was in
for a radical change when she spoke.
"Did you have fun tonight in your panty mask?" Cindy began. "If you
haven't figured it out, we are going to have some changes in this
relationship. First, you are going to be my slave. My pantied slave.
You are going to worship my panties, especially when I am wearing them.
When I give you any indication, I want you between my legs prepared to
please me! Do you understand so far?"
Bobbie had so much thrust before him that all he could do was nod.
Cindy continued, "How did you like your kiss?"
"It tasted funny, but I was glad you apparently weren't mad at me any
more", Bobbie responded meekly.
"You've got to be kidding. No wait, you have never tasted cum before
have you! You always wanted me to go down on you, but after you had
cum in my pussy, you would never get near me with your mouth."
Bobbie's eyes were wide with fear as he said "Do mean that I just at
someone else's cum?"
"You sure did honey, and it is only the beginning of a new way of life
for you! In fact, let me let you have just another little sample."
Cindy climbed up on the bed, staddleing Bob's head with her legs,
holding her pussy up above his head.
He could see that her panties were totally soaking wet, and he could
smell pussy juices mixed with what he could only assume was the cum of
another man. Cindy lowered her pantied pussy to his face, and he knew
that if he didn't lick the cum filled crotch that he was going to be in
deep trouble. Tentatively, he reached out with his tongue to confirm
his worst fears. The crotch of her panties was totally wet, not damp,
but soaking wet. The feeling also left him with little doubt as to
what caused the wetness, the slick taste almost identical to the kiss
that his wife had presented him with upon her return.
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