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Under Power

by Jennifer White

 

"You are mine now" she said to me, as I stared at her perfect body. She had seduced me, and taken me back to her hotel room. Now we were both naked on her bed, and I was ready to have a go at her. I couldn't believe how lucky I was! I was in bed with a perfect woman, and she wanted me.

"These turn you on, don't they?" she said, cupping her hands under her large firm round breasts.

"Oh yes!" I said.

"Touch them" she said.

I put my hands over them, and she smiled.

"You can't imagine now good that feels" she said.

I kept touching them, feeling their fullness. Wow, they were awesome!

"Now put your hands on your own chest" she instructed, which I did. I wasn't go to say no to her!

"Very good" she said in a sultry tone. See how good that feels?"

It did feel good. More pleasurable than I could ever remember. I kept touching my chest, rubbing it and pinching the nipples. Wow, it felt awesome!

"Yes" she said. "Keep doing that. Doesn't it feel good? Look at my perfect breasts, and imagine how wonderful it feels when *these* are touched."

"I can't even imagine" I said, which caused her to smile.

I was so turned on now, and I just couldn't stop playing with my nipples. I stared at her awesome boobs, and I was aroused beyond words.

"Hold your hands like this now" she said, cupping her hands under her huge breasts. I did the same on my chest, and I was taken aback when my hands had something in them to cup. I looked down at myself, and I gasped as I saw what I had in my hands. Boobs. On my chest! The hair was gone, and I had boobs!

I had been so fixated with hers, that as I had only focused on how good it felt, and how lovely she looked. How could my chest have developed like this? All I did was to rub it! I didn't even rub hard enough to make it red or sore or anything, let alone to cause it to swell. How was this possible? And why couldn't I make myself stop touching my new boobs?

"As you cup your breasts, use your thumb and your first finger to pinch your nipples, like this" she said, demonstrating for me on her own breasts. It was almost involuntary. She showed me, and I did it. That raised the bar for me, shooting up the level of pleasure I was feeling. I just couldn't stop! Even though the more I touched myself on my chest, the more it seemed to cause my boobs to get bigger, I just couldn't stop!

"Yes" she said. "Yes. Feel the pleasure. Feel the arousal. You will find that you like having boobs. Soon, you'll get used to them. You are big enough that you need to wear a bra now. And you're far from done. Your chest is going to keep developing, until you're almost as big as *I* am. Doesn't that excite you, to know that you're going to be stacked, like me?"

It should have been beyond horrifying. It should have been revolting and disgusting. But her words made me feel an inner pang. It turned me on even *more*, knowing that I needed to wear a bra! I excited me even more to know that I'd be stacked like her. I started pinching my nipples harder, and twisting them as I pinched.

That shot more and more waves of pleasure through me. The harder I went, the better it felt. And the better it felt, the more I did it. And the more I did it, the bigger my boobs got. They kept growing and growing, expanding in size. They were so big and round now, so perfect. Like hers, only a bit smaller.

"There," she said, "now you have a pair of wonderful, generous breasts, just like mine."

She put her hands on my new breasts, and I almost passed out, so great was the pleasure. Her long fingernails touched me, along with the warmth of her fingers. It was beyond all description, how good that felt. She leaned forward, and put her mouth around my enlarged nipple, and she sucked.

Wow! That was the best feeling yet! Oh how I wanted to penetrate her now, and get inside her. I was so aroused that I felt like I would just come all over the bed, as she moved from my left nipple to my right one.

Now she pushed me back, so that I was laying down. She straddled me, and moved forward, so that she was positioned just below where my wonderful new breasts were. I could see her pussy in all its glory, right there, within easy reach.

"Look at my pussy" she said.

I was already looking! It was hard to take my eyes off of it as it was, but now, my full attention was drawn to it. Of course, in order to see it, I had to see my own boobs on my heaving chest. It was so weird!

"Take your hand, and gently stroke yourself" she said.

My hand moved between my legs, and as gentle as possible (so that I didn't make *myself* come), I started to rub myself. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock. It felt so good to touch myself like that!

Now she took two fingers of her left hand, and positioned them parallel to the slit in the middle of the soft mound between her legs. She pressed them down, and pulled them apart slightly. This caused her labia to part, and I could see the pink wet flesh on the inside. Of course, that got me even more turned on, and I kept touching myself, rubbing gently.

Now she repositioned her hand so that her first and third fingers were doing the spreading. She took her second finger, and pushed it up inside of herself! I wanted to much for that to be me inside her, not just her finger! I was looking at her hand, with one finger completely up inside of her pussy. I stroked myself harder in response. This was just so exciting, that I couldn't stop.

"You know what happened when you touched your breasts" she said.

"Yes" I replied.

I had touched myself there, and they grew.

"Guess what is happening between your legs right now?"

I felt a shiver go up and down my spine when she said that. I stopped rubbing myself for a moment, and grabbed at myself with my hand. Although I was *so* aroused that I could hardly explain it with words, what I felt in my hand was considerably smaller than what I was expecting. I was hard and stiff, but my size was less than that of what I normally was when I was flaccid.

And I couldn't help it; I started rubbing it again. It felt too good rubbing it, and I couldn't stop. In my mind I knew that with each stroke, I was getting smaller. I was becoming more like her. But I could not make myself stop it! The feeling of pleasure was so overwhelming, that I just had to keep going.

"Yes" she said. "Stroke yourself. More and more. Harder and harder. You're becoming like me down there. Soon, you will have a pussy of your own, just like mine. You're going to be just like this. And you'll be able to finger yourself, like I'm doing. Watch my hand now."

She started using two fingers, and she started thrusting them in and out. I felt so turned on, that with an involuntary reaction, I started stroking myself harder. I couldn't feel anything sticking out between my legs anymore; it was as if the thing I was rubbing had retreated inside of me.

Oh no! I had completely changed down there! I was like a woman now! I didn't know what to do, and I guess she knew from the look that came over my face. She rose up, walked to the foot of the bed, and spread my legs apart.

"Look at yourself now" she said.

I did. I saw the private parts of a woman, between my legs! No! How could that be?

She held up an object that she had hidden out of sight before. It was purple, and shaped like a tube, except that one end was rounded, and the other end had a handle. She took it, and held in menacingly close to my new slit between my legs. She teased me with the tip of it, then without warning, she plunged it in to me.

I saw stars. I exploded inside. It felt so *good* to have a fullness there, with something up inside my vagina. How could it feel good? How could I feel so wonderful? How could I be having a female orgasm?

She pushed it in further and further, and my mouth hung open as the new sensation of being penetrated swept over me. Now just the handle was sticking out, and she moved her self forward. She smiled, stuck out her tongue, and licked me along my labia, sending shivers up and down my spine.

She explored with her tongue, and soon she was working on my clit. I had a clit! And wow, did it feel *awesome* the way she was working it with her tongue.

"Touch my hair" she said, as she came up for a breath. I of course did so, automatically.

"Now touch your own hair. Run your fingers through your hair."

I did that, as she continued to lick me. Her hands found their way up to my nipples, and she tweaked them as she licked. I was running my hands through my hair, and with every stroke, it was getting longer. I didn't care. I was in heaven. I was awash in orgasm after orgasm.

Now she returned to thrusting with the purple thing up inside me, and she moved up higher, so that she was right in my face.

"If you kiss me now" she said, "your face will become was pretty as mine. And you'll feel another newer greater sensation."

I couldn't help it. I just *had* to kiss her. I did it, and I suddenly felt *so* pretty. My long hair hung by the side of my face. She was touching me with her cheek. My skin was as soft as hers now. My lips were as lush and kissable as hers. I was overcome with a strange new desire to put on makeup, like she wore.

She was running her hands all over my body. I used to be covered with body hair, but not anymore. I was now hairless, even in my legs and under my arms. She touched my hips, which were wide now, then my narrow flat tummy. I was in as good of shape as she was. I looked a lot like her in fact. I could have been you little sister.

I felt so tender now, down between my legs. I had to reach down and pull the thing out of me. I was so sensitive down there, that I giggled out loud as I removed it. It bumped my clit on the way out, and I had one last orgasm sweep over me. Oh my gosh!

I was breathing hard. I felt a wet spot under me. I looked up at her, and I was absolutely in love. I wanted to do to her what she had just done to me with the purple toy. She rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide open. I used the purple toy. I used my tongue. I used my fingers. I did everything I could to her, bringing her to her climax time and time again.

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep at her side. I woke up with her in the morning, and the thoughts of what we did the night before sent a new chill up and down my spine.

"It's time to get ready to go out" she said. "I'll help you get dressed up."

We showered together, and she showed me how to wash my hair, and wrap it up in a towel to dry off. Then she started to dress me. First, She gave me pair of black lacy panties, which felt really good when I pulled them up into place, and let them go with a snap.

Next, she gave me a black bra, which I put on, feeling it cup and support my boobs. Actually, it felt really really good to have the bra supporting me. Somehow, it was almost a familiar feeling to wear a bra. I admired myself in the mirror, and nodded my head.

Now she gave me a garter belt, and then dark nylons that came up to the top of my thighs. With those in place, I put on a very tight black miniskirt, followed by a little black top with a deep V-neck, to show off the top of my wonderful boobs.

Now we went to the bathroom. She showed my how to blow-dry and style my hair. And then we did our makeup. I put on just a bit, not too much, but I did feel like I wanted to really do up my eyes. I felt so pretty once I was in full makeup! And with my long hair, I looked really good. Almost as good as she looked.

We went back out, and she gave me a pair of boots which were really cool. They were black vinyl, knee height, and they had just the cutest heels! I pulled them on and zipped them up. Then I went back to the mirror at admire myself. Wow, I looked hot!

"Here's your purse" she said, handing it to me. I looked inside, and noticed a cute wallet which I pulled out. I undid the strap, and looked inside. There was some money, credit cards, and a driver's license. I looked at it, and there was my pictures! I stared at the name. Briget Marie Fox. That was me!

I put the wallet back into my purse, and put the purse over my shoulder. I looked at her, in her similar outfit to mine, and I smiled.

"You look pretty" I said.

"And you do too" she said to me, which made me feel weak in the knees. She thought that I was pretty!

"Where are we going?" I asked as we got into the elevator.

"We're going shopping" she said. "We need to buy some new outfits for you. And a bikini for our trip."

"Our trip?" I said.

"Yes" she replied. "We're going to get married. And then we will go on our honeymoon. You are going to be my wife. Today, we'll pick out your wedding ring."

A tear formed in the corner of my eye. We were going to get married!

"I can't believe this!" I said. "This is just so wonderful."

"When we get back from the wedding" she continued, "we'll bring in Brett."

"Brett?" I asked, not knowing who he was.

"You'll like him. He's a real hunk."

"Yeah, but what are you bringing him in for?"

"Well, since *I* can't get you pregnant, *he* will. I'll help you two make love every single day, until you get knocked up. Once you're pregnant, we won't be needing him anymore. You'll be the stay-at-home mom, and I'll continue to work while you raise our baby. Isn't that wonderful Briget? You're going to be a mommy!"

I was too surprised and shocked to speak, although I felt my heart pounding. Something inside of me was calling out. It was a deep feminine urge. The urge to have a baby. I realized then and there, that I *wanted* to be a mother. I *wanted* to have a baby. Even if it meant making love with Brett, I'd do it, because I just had this driving inner need! I just had to have a baby!

I stood there, as the doors of the elevator parted. I followed her onto the street, and felt the chilly wind fly under my skirt. It was a good day to be alive. It was a good day to be in love. It was a good day to be a woman.

  

  

  

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