Overpowered

by Jennifer White

  

Harry heard the knock on his door as he ate his dinner, but saw the delivery man walking away when he opened the front door. There was a package on his doorstep, which he picked up and brought inside the house. He didn't remember ordering anything, but then again it was the holiday season, so maybe someone he knew had a nice gift for him.

He went into the kitchen, and set it down on the table. It was a fairly light package, measuring about 12 x 12 x 4. Perhaps it was holiday cookies? He waited until he had finished dinner before he opened it up. Yum...dessert.

He peeled away the brown paper wrapper, then used a pair of scissors to cut the tape sealing the box. Inside was a lot of those white Styrofoam 'peanuts', protecting whatever was inside. It was tube, with a cap on each end, about 10 inches long, and three inches in diameter.

He pulled off the cap, and slid out the contents. There was a white felt bag, with a drawstring at the end. What in the world was this? He opened the drawstring, reached inside, and was horrified at what he found: a very realistic looking male phallus. A dildo! Why in the world would someone send one of those to him? It must have been meant for the lonely woman next door.

He checked the address on the box, and it was his all right. Perhaps he should just give it to her anyway? No, he'd probably get arrested for doing that! How could he walk up to her, and say it was gift for her? No, that wouldn't work. He laughed.

Harry had no use for it, so he was going to throw it out. He stared at it, and shook his head. It was way too large, about 10 inches long, and way too wide. He felt so inadequate when he thought of his own size compared to this! Another good reason to toss it out.

He noticed then, that his thumb had been lightly stroking it. Why would he do that? He laughed it off by holding it down by his crotch, as if it was his, and he was trying to get off on his own. It felt so warm in his hand.

Harry looked at it again in more detail. It was very realistic. There were veins and everything. The color even changed in the different sections, like his own. He was admiring how the front looked, when he noticed that he was licking his lips.

A wave of fear swept over him. Harry had no interest at all in men, and had only dated girls all his life. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, like he had to get away from this thing. He needed to get rid of it. Something was wrong, and this *thing* was the cause of it.

He resolved to toss it out. But first, he wondered something. This thing just looked so big. He wondered how he really looked. He had the urge to go take off his clothes, so he could hold it up to himself and see. He went into the bedroom, and quickly stripped naked.

The dildo was still warm when he picked it back up, which he thought was unusual. He looked down, and noticed how hard he was. Good. Now he could make a fair comparison. He held it down near his own similarly shaped organ, but he was disappointed to see how small he was in comparison. This thing made him look tiny. He felt *so* inadequate. This made him feel weak and powerless, which he didn't like at all.

Suddenly, Harry could swear that he saw the front of the thing twitch! It seemed to have moved, on its own! He turned it so that it faced him, and he stared at it to see if it happened again. He held it closer to his face, but he couldn't see anything else.

There it was, facing him. Why was he licking his lips again? Why was he stroking it with his thumb? He wanted to drop it and run, but something strange happened: he moved it closer to his mouth.

This thing represent *strength* and power. He felt inadequate and weak. Like this things was stronger than him. And the closer it got to his face, the weaker he became. He couldn't stop it. It was like 10,000 pounds of pressure pulling it in wards. Against his will, it entered his mouth.

It went in so deep that Harry couldn't scream. He could feel it on the back of his throat. He felt strange all over as he tried to pull it out, to no avail. He could swear that the room was getting larger. His point of view was definitely lower, but he was still on his feet!

Then he felt like the 10,000 pounds was on his shoulder, and slowly, he fell to his knees. Now things really started to get strange. The first things was this new feeling that was growing inside, that he *wanted* this thing to be in his mouth. He *wanted* to be taken, and be overpowered.

The back of his neck tickled. He shook his head, and felt the long hair brushing against his shoulders. He didn't have long hair! How could he have these golden locks that were now going below his shoulder? He looked down, and saw it growing, right down to where *they* started. Breasts. His chest was starting to swell out, like a woman.

Long hair? Breasts? This new *urge*? Wanting to be taken? It was then that he realized that he was being turned into a woman.

 

Harry struggled, trying to break free. But the dildo in his mouth was controlling him, reshaping him, altering him in mind and body. He could do nothing to stop it. His breasts continued to swell up, larger and larger, filling out his chest. The hairs on the chest had become so fine that you could no longer see them either.

The nipples on his boobs were large now, and the dark rings of color around them had moved from their former size of a penny, to the size of a quarter, and now as large as a silver dollar coin. And the nipples stuck out away from him too.

*They* wanted to be touched. To be caressed. To be sucked on. He imagined that the man who's member he held in his mouth was using his hands to fondle the nipples. He felt so turned on! He touched his fully firm breasts with his left hand, while the right hand automatically continued to hang on to the warm dildo, pumping it in his mouth, no matter what he tried to do. He could not control it. It *made* him pump it in now.

Harry now felt inside that he *enjoyed* this surrender to a more powerful sexual force. He unconsciously started a low moaning sound. His left hand drifted further and further down his smooth skin, down his side to his hips, which were now widening. His waste was getting narrower, but his hips and butt were becoming rounder.

His hand moved towards his front, between his legs. He felt very inadequate now, since there was hardly anything there anymore. He touched it with his hand, as it shrank smaller and smaller, and started to pull up inside him.

The structure that has been his penis retreated back within him, under its little hood of flesh. It was becoming his clitoris, while his testicles had long since pulled back up inside, and were becoming his ovaries. He didn't know it, but he sensed that his new female reproductive system was fully functioning now.

 

Mercifully, the right hand finally pulled the large dildo out of his mouth, and he gasped for air. He laid back, right on the rug, and spread his legs wide. He felt so wound up, so wet inside. He needed something to fill the void inside the pink lips of his labia, which were engorged with blood now, fully aroused.

His right hand took the phallus, and guided it into the vertical slit between his legs. It slid in easily, so well lubricated were the walls of his vagina. What an incredible feeling! He could barely breath as he felt it fill the space inside, and rub his G-spot in just the right way.

He altered the angle of entry, so that it also contacted his clitoris, and began a slow rhythmic in and out motion. His free hand pinched the nipple atop his left breast. He let out another moan of pleasure.

"Wow" he said, in a surprisingly high pitched voice. But he didn't care about that: all that mattered was this physical sensation that was overwhelming him.

When the first sweet quiver of orgasm rippled through his body, it echoed through every corner of his soul. It echoed in the corners of his brain. It overrode thoughts which had been in place since birth. New connections cascaded through his brain. Wave after wave of wild electrical activity ensued, during which time only the primitive brain-stem sill functioned normally.

Harry was only aware of two things: the incredible sensations emanating from this incredible female sex organs, and one escapable fact: that he was now a woman.

"I am a woman" said Harry, out loud, in her sexy high pitched voice. The sound of her voice was still a shock, but it was *her* voice now.

"I am a woman!" she cried again, louder this time, as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

 

When Harry finally had to stop because she was too tender, and sadly had to pull out the dildo, she had to sit there and just quiver for a while. When she did stand up, she took the dildo to the bathroom, carefully washed it off, and put it under her pillow on her bed.

She noticed the wet spot on the floor where her fluids had leaked out. She cleaned that up, then decided the she was cold. Her nipples were hard from the chill. She looked through the clothes in the closet and the dresser, but there were only *mens* clothes. Nothing decent to wear at all.

She put on a white terry cloth bathrobe, and hummed as she picked up the clothes that were strewn about the floor. She was putting them in the hamper, when there was a knock at the door.

Harry strolled over to the door, and opened it up.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hello Brenda" said the man in his deep voice. He walked in the door, and she did nothing to stop him. He closed the door, and locked it. He was about 6'4, with a great muscular build, and short cropped blond hair. He carried with him a shopping bag, from the fancy department store downtown.

"Well hello there yourself" said Harry. This man had called her Brenda. Somehow, that was much more fitting for a beautiful woman like herself. Brenda. She liked the sound of that name. In fact, she *was* Brenda.

"Do you know why I'm here Brenda?" said the man.

She didn't answer, but raised an eyebrow at him.

"I am here because you are *my* woman now. You have something of mine."

"What's that?" she said coyly.

"Go get it. It's under your pillow, isn't it?"

He had given her a request, but coming from him, it felt like an *order*. She scurried to run and retrieve it for him. When she returned, she held it up for him to see.

"That is a model of me" he said, taking it from her, and putting it into his jacket pocket. "A very special model as you can see, with certain powers. Quite overwhelming, isn't it?"

Brenda could only nod at him.

"You will join me" he continued, "at my house. You will join my harem of sex slaves that I keep. I just let one girl go out on her own, and I needed a replacement. That is why you were selected. You will replace her."

It was a ghastly thought, to become a sex slave in a harem! Amanda's inner conscious knew it was wrong. But she was so drawn to this man! She just had to have him, and she realized that she would do *anything* he told her, of her own free will. She was his, completely. And she needed him! Oh how she wanted to make love right then and there.

"I brought you a present, my kitten" said the man. He handed her the bag, which she eagerly accepted.

Inside was a full outfit. First she put on the red pushup bra. She needed lots of support, including an underwire, with her large bosom. The matching panties fit perfectly, and she let the elastic snap to her waste with a snap!

The sheer stockings felt wonderful on her long smooth legs, but the shiny jet black skirt just barely covered her privates, because it was so short. The sexy top showed off her cleavage, and all together, she looked stunning in it.

"And there is this" he said, holding out a ring for her. "It is a symbol of my power over you. As long as you wear this, you are my bride, and I own you. And you cannot take it off, until the day when I tell you to go. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" said Brenda eagerly as she slipped her finger into the ring, and sealed her fate as the man's newest slave. She *felt* like she belonged to him now. Her only thoughts were of how to make him happy, and how she could get him into bed with her.

She realized that with a harem, she would have to compete with the others girls for his attention. She would work hard to make herself the sexiest girl, so that *she* would win his affections every time. She licked her lips in anticipation. She would show him how sexy she could be, and she would show him now.

She looked right at him, walked confidently towards him, straddled his legs, and put her big breasts in his face.

"Take me" she said.

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After they made love on the couch, Brenda couldn't even think anymore. It was even better than the sex she had the first time, with the dildo. She could not take her eyes off of him at all. She was completely his.

"Come my little sex kitten" he said, holding out his large hand. She had never been so happy in her life, as when she walked out the door with him, heading towards her new life.

  

  

  

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