Boob Beads

by Jennifer White

 

Ah, New Orleans. A wild city at times, especially the French Quarter. And when it is Mardi Gras time, it sometimes gets even wilder than that! I was so excited to be here. They were having a big parade today, so I sat by the curbside, on a cheap fold-up chair I bought, camping out for hours to get a great seat.

You see, the best thing about the parades down here is the beads. They throw them off the floats to the girls....if they flash their boobs first. So a good seat would mean that girls would be climbing over me to grab the beads, and I'd get a good close-up view of their bare chests. What could be better?

About fifteen minutes before the parade was scheduled to come through the street I was on, the crowd was really building up. To my left were a pair of hotties, who looked like they must have gone to the local college. There was a guy to my right, and he seemed as eager as I was for the fun to begin.

"Hey buddy, would you like a hurricane?" he asked, offering me a drink he poured from a thermos.

"Sure, why not. Thanks bud!" I said, taking the cold cup from him. Hurricanes are a strong local drink, which I had tried before. I took a sip, and wow, you could really taste the alcohol in this one! A couple of these, and I'd be really smashed!

"You're welcome. My name is George" he said.

"Paul" I replied. "Nice to meet you. Great day for a parade, huh?"

"And we've got the best seats in the house" he said.

 

Soon enough, we could see the parade starting. It was really wild, and you have to attend one to truly understand it. I was on my second hurricane by now, and I was feeling no pain.

I smiled broadly as the chicks next to me flashed the float, and were rewarded with a couple of necklaces of colorful beads. They were just stupid plastic colored beads, but all of the chicks were going crazy for them! It was quite a sight, let me tell you, and a real blast to watch.

The next float passed us, and beads were tossed. One of necklaces landed right on George's lap. He picked it up, and laughed.

"I'm local, but I can tell from your accent that you're visiting. Why don't you keep this, as a souvenir?"

"Sure" I said, taking the beads from him. I was going to put them in my pocket, but I kept playing with them subconsciously, wrapping them around my wrist, as I watched the parade. The next float was coming, and suddenly I had a strange urge: I wanted more beads to take home. I took the ones in my hand, and put them around my neck so I wouldn't lose them when I tried to grab the next ones.

I felt uncomfortable for a moment, and there was a strange tightness in my shirt. But I was too focused on the upcoming float to even think about it. I was totally aroused too, with all the knockout babes who were baring their shirts now, trying to get more of the beads. The man on the float threw some at the girls next to me, but I reached out and caught one of the necklaces, before it reached the girls. It was green and sparkly. I put it around my neck with the first one, and the girls giggled when they saw me do it.

I smiled at them, and giggled back. At least they weren't upset at me for taking their beads right out in front of them. I squirmed a bit, because my shirt felt funny on me. It seemed too short, and it was exposing a bit of my chest. I didn't remember it being too short before, but I was too relaxed and feeling too good to worry about it.

George smiled, and poured another hurricane for me. Boy, those things are strong! I was feeling tipsy and giddy. The alcohol must have been getting to me, because I no longer felt that tightness in my pants from being all aroused. But I actually felt quite comfortable, and I was really enjoying myself.

The next float was coming up the street now, and I got ready to get more beads. I leaned out in anticipation.

"You'll do better getting them thrown to you if you lift up your shirt when the float comes by" said the babe on my left.

"Thanks!" I replied. "I'll try that!"

I don't know why, but it seemed like a good idea. And all the girls were doing it too, so it didn't seem so strange for me to do it either. So when the float was there, and the chicks on my left lifted up their shirts, I did too. The smiling man on the float threw beads to all of us, and now I had another green necklace which I put on too.

"You're doing really well there" said George, smiling.

"This is fun!" I said.

My shirt really felt tight on me now, and as I looked down, there was a full inch of skin bare between my pants and the bottom of the shirt. I figured my pants were falling down, so I stood up, pulled them up tight, and rebuckled my belt. I had to use the hole a couple sizes smaller than normal. Cool! I was losing weight on this trip!

Pulling the pants up higher on me like that made the crotch fit tight against me, but it wasn't uncomfortable or anything. In fact, it felt good for some reason. But I didn't have time to ponder things, because the next float was coming.

I pulled up my shirt when the girls did, and we were all rewarded with more beads. This time, they were gold ones, and I put them on too. My growing collection of beads hung around my neck, down to my chest, and then straight down.

"Let me fix your hair" said the girl next to me, reaching out to pull my long hair straight back. It never occurred to me that I had long hair before, but I was feeling so wonderful, and so intoxicated, that I didn't really think about it, as she put it into a ponytail for me.

"Thank you!" I said.

"You're welcome" she replied.

"You know" said her friend, "you'd get a lot more beads if you fixed your face up a little bit."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Here, let me do it for you" she said.

She took out a tube of lipstick, and applied it to my lips. Then she put some powders on my face, and finally she used a wand to put some mascara on me.

"There, now you're a lot prettier. Don't you think so George?"

"Oh yes, she's much prettier now" he said.

I felt flattered to get so much attention, and having them call me pretty seemed like the best compliment I ever had in my life. I waved my hands excitedly, waiting for the next beads.

This time, they were blue, and I put them on too. I looked down at my chest, and my large boobs were now covered with all those different colors of beads. And I felt so special, so pretty, so wonderful. I wanted to be the girl with the most beads at the end of the day.

The next float came through, and I flashed my breasts. I got yellow beads this time, which I put on. My boobs were so large, that it was getting difficult to pull up my shirt, since it was so tight on me. They were big enough that they made the shirt way too short for me. I looked at the girls to my left, and their cute tops. I should be wearing a cami or at least a tank shirt, not this stupid shapeless one. I would have to go shopping as soon as the parade was done. But at least it exposed my midriff, which kept me cooler.

And more than that, I felt embarrassed to have on sneakers, when the girls had much nicer shoes. My jeans were okay, but the one girl's hot pants were really cute, and the other one had on a skirt, which I would have loved to wear myself. I was so stupid to dress up like I had today. What was I thinking?

The girls kept fussing over me, fixing my face, helping me with my hair, and showing me how to stick my chest out to make my boobs look even bigger than they were. George was so nice too.

"You're the prettiest girl in all of New Orleans" he told me.

"Oh you!" I said. "You say that to all the girls!"

"No my darling just to you."

I felt a tingle between my legs, and a great excitement. I hadn't noticed before how handsome George was, how nice he dressed, and how sweet of a man he was. And he was flirting with me! I felt really lucky.

 

I got two more necklaces this time, and I was just overcome with excitement. But the parade was over, and everyone was starting to pack up and go.

"Why don't you come up to my place" said George.

"I was going to do some shopping, and get a new outfit" I said.

"That's fine. Lets do that. I'll buy you a new outfit, and *then* we'll go over to my place."

"Really?" I said.

"Yes, really."

I said good-bye to the girls. They said they lived across the hall from George, and they would stop by later that night to have dinner with us.

"That would be great!" I said. "See you then."

We touched cheeks, and made a kissing sound with our lips. They giggled and went over to George's building, while he and I held hands and went to find a clothing store.

 

Down the street, I found a resale shop that had some really cool stuff. George bought me a see-through lace blouse with a turtleneck, and a black skirt which I picked out. I put it on, so I could wear it back. It was really hot out today, so I ditched my underwear. It felt great to feel the air under my skirt. George traded in my old clothes on the new ones, so we wouldn't have to bother with them anymore.

Then we went to a shoe store, where George got me a pair of really cute black pumps. I wore those home too. I was giddy with excitement and laughing as we walked hand in hand up the street.

Now feeling much better about my attire. I took my ponytail, and let my long hair hang down. We walked back to George's apartment, up four flights of steps, and went in. He got me a drink, and was sat on the couch talking.

When he put his arm around me, my heart started beating faster. When he moved close to kiss me, I was more than willing. I was putty in his hands, and I just melted from his touch. I felt myself getting wet, and I knew that I wanted him. I hardly knew him, but my heart told me to go for it.

I led him into the bedroom, where I took off my top. George insisted that I keep one pair of my Mardi Gras beads on, as he removed my skirt. Now naked except for the beads around my neck, I laid down on the bed, spread my legs wide open for him, and told him that I wanted him.

George was really experienced, and he took care of me. After removing his clothes, he didn't just stick himself inside of me. First he warmed me up. We kissed passionately, as he touched me all over. He knew the right way to touch my boobs, to get me even more aroused.

Then he started to suck on my nipple, which drove me crazy! As he did this, he reached down, and started to play with my clit, using his index finger. I wanted to feel him penetrate up inside me so bad! But he kept on building the tension, making me more and more aroused.

Now he plunged two of his fingers inside my vagina, and used his thumb to continue to stimulate my clit. He brought me to orgasm so easily! He switched his mouth to my other nipple, and started moving his fingers in and out of me. I had another orgasm!

I was *so* ready for him. I put my hand on his, and guided him out. Then I rolled him over, and put my mouth around his manhood, using my tongue to get it wet. I put him deep into my mouth, and moved my head back and forth.

Now he was ready for me, and I was ready for him. I rolled onto my back, and spread my legs wide open again.

"You are so beautiful" he said, which made me melt on the inside again.

He slid himself into me, and I felt him go in so deep! He pulled out, then did a gentle thrust, going in even deeper than the first time. I responded with a low involuntary moan of pleasure. My head was thrown back, my mouth was wide open, and I reached out to touch his hairy chest.

He thrust again, and I had another orgasm. He was so strong, so handsome, and he loved me!

"Your skin is so soft, so perfect" he said. "Your boobs are so large, so pretty."

I was out of control now, wanting him so bad. I scratched my nails down his back, and put my hands on his butt, pulling him in as he thrust, making him do it harder.

"Harder baby" I said. "F**k me harder! You're so big! I want to fell all of you! Harder!"

He started pumping quicker now, picking up the rhythm, going harder and faster. The harder and faster he went, the wilder I got. I was screaming now, going insane with pleasure.

"Look up the ceiling" said George.

I did, and I could see us. His ceiling was mirrored, and I could see him on top of me, going in and out. In and out.

George reached down with one hand, and grabbed the necklace I was wearing. With one strong pull, he removed it from me, breaking the string. Little green beads went in all directions, falling to the floor.

 

Several things all happened at once then, which is kind of hard to explain. First, at the moment my necklace broke, I came *so* hard. It was the biggest orgasm I had ever felt in my life!

The pleasure from it seemed doubled, because at the same moment I came, he came as well. I could feel the warmth as he pumped his load into me.

But at that same moment, as I saw myself in the ceiling, and felt both simultaneous orgasms, my mind also snapped back to normal. It was at that moment that I realized that I used to be a man! I was a man, but now I was in a woman's body! I was having sex as a woman, *with* a man!

You cannot begin to grasp the horror of this feeling. All my life I had been attracted to women so strongly. Now I *was* a woman. All my life I had been a normal, average man. Now I was making love *to* a man. And the feelings shooting through my body told me something: I *liked* it. I liked everything about it. I was in love with George, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I could see from the look on his face, that he understood what was going on in my mind. He understood that I realized what was going on. I felt completely under his power, completely in his control. I was a woman in love with him, and I felt like I would do *anything* for him.

As you can imagine, confusion filled my mind. How was this possible? How had I not noticed that I had become a chick? As I thought back on the parade, it became more and more clear to me. With each strand of beads I had worn, my boobs had grown, my body had changed, and I had become more and more transformed.

Now I was a woman. I was female. And I was having multiple orgasms, thanks to the wonderful man on top of me. How could I feel in love with a man? That wasn't possible! But it was true. I saw myself in the mirror, and it was true. I was a woman now.

 

After George rolled off of me, and we kissed and snuggled, I had to go to the potty to clean myself out. He came in me a lot, and I could feel it leaking out. How could I be a girl? How could this be true? I was just too stunned to talk.

"Your name is Amy now" he said, appearing at the door. "Here is your outfit Amy. Put on your clothes, and meet me in the livingroom."

I reluctantly put on a bra for the first time. My boobs were so big, they felt like having basketballs on my chest. Well, maybe not that big. Maybe melons would be a better description. Cantaloupes.

Then I slid up panties for the first time. They were thongs, and I was surprised that they didn't feel uncomfortable. Next came a pair of really tight little shorts, which would have shown a pantyline, if I didn't have thong panties. And then there was a little delicate lacy cami top. I looked in the mirror, and I was so excited that I was so pretty in these clothes.

I put on my high heel shoes, and went to the livingroom. There, George was sitting on the couch with the two babes from the parade.

"I'm Morgan" said the first.

"And I'm Alicia" said the second.

"Amy" I replied.

"Amy, you are going to move in across the hall with the girls. You will live with them, and work with them."

"Work?" I asked.

"Yes" said Morgan. "You are the newest addition to our brothel."

"Brothel?" I said in shock.

"Yes" said George. "They are legal here, and you are now one of my girls. You will service six to ten clients a night, depending on how many pick you. You get to keep a cut of the money, so the more men you do, the more you earn. Morgan and Alicia will teach you everything you need to know. You start tonight."

"I can't do this!" I said. How could they expect me to sleep with men I didn't even know?

"Yes you can" said George. "You know how excited you got when I wanted to go to bed with you?"

"Yes" I said.

"Well, you are like that with *any* guy. As soon as you see a man, you will *want* to make love to him. You can't help yourself. On your days off, you'll look for a boyfriend who you can screw. You are a nymphomaniac, and the only thing you want in life is sex."

"Don't worry Amy" said Alicia. "It's not so bad. We were like you once. But after our first day, it got easier and easier."

"Now we like it" said Morgan. "And so will you. Come on now, we open in fifteen minutes. We need to get you dolled up some more, so you can start your shift."

 

I stood there in the line with twenty other really hot babes. We walked into the room where the clients were, smiled, and showed off our bodies. When a man walked up to me, asked me my name, and told the madam that he wanted me, I felt *flattered*. I felt excited. I looked at the bulge in his pants, and I *wanted* him.

Morgan had been right. It was easy. I put my hand into his back pocket, and led him to my little room, where I would make things very pleasurable for the both of us. It was time to get to work, and I *loved* my job. I hope you come visit me some time. If you do, bring me boob beads. I love them, and they drive me wild. Just don't catch them at the parade though, unless you want to end up like me.

  

  

  

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