The Vulvoid Transform

by Lisa James

 

Part 2

 

After my horrific transformation was complete I lay spread legged on the ground as the two Genetech henchmen opened the back of the van. Where I once had a penis and scrotum I now had a bald vulva - utterly female and feeling precisely how it looked, like a flat mouth between my legs. I regained some composure and managed to pull the panties down my legs and off. Although relatively still they still seemed to be alive, the gusset occasionally moving as if breathing. I threw them onto the grass and began to sob again. They were all staring at me and specifically between my legs - the Genetech men and the young man who had just watched my sex change. I closed my legs and again felt my new labia lips touch together - a sensation that I could barely believe I was feeling and hated utterly.

'Put those panties back on now and get in the van!' yelled one of the men

'You've got to be joking you bastard! Im a girl! These fucking panties have ruined my body! I have to get to a doctor! I have to change back into a male!!! Oh god! My voice, Ive got a girls voice!!! Pleeeeasseee help meeee!!!!' I wailed desperately whilst alternately clutching at my throat, my breasts and between my legs.

'Forget it bitch! Its irreversable so youd better get used to it. I hear the first vaginal orgasm is pretty great, did you find that? hehehehehe' he laughed and of course I screamed. 'Enough talk! The doc wants to see you now, put your panties back on and get in the van!'

'You bastards! You cant! Oh god no! I wont! I..... ahhh!!!!' I replied only to be choked short by another horrendous sensation. I gasped as I looked at two misplaced mounds on my chests that were another graphic reminder of my new sex - my breasts. Again my nipples expand and I had that same helpless feeling as my body moved against my wishes and picked the panties back up again. Shuddering against the revulsion the panties made me feel I robotically slipped my legs through the panties leg holes and began pulling them back up my legs. I watched them as they drew closer to my bald cunt, seeing the slight quiver to the edges and the faint movement in the gusset. My eyes flicked between seeing this superbly female mound and the panties coming to rest over the very place they had previously embraced a penis. This time a vulva welcomed their touchdown and the panties seemed to cup and grab the very mound as they finally came to rest. I was breathless watching the erotic event whilst tortured to know this was no movie I was seeing, it was a desolately flat and invasive female sex organ between my own previously male legs! As if to prove their claim the panties seemed to mould themselves momentarily to my cunt's every contour - sucking into my vulva slit and feeling like they were squeezing my vulva as if to say 'I did this to you!'. My body shuddered upright and despite my desperate efforts to regain control, I walked into the van and sat, spread legged on a bench seat in the van.

The Genetech men were dragging the young man into the van whilst he began to act hysterically. I knew he had just seen these very panties change me from a young man into a sobbing and thoroughly enslaved girl. The men had told him in no uncertain terms than this is the fate that awaited him and naturally he was not about to let that happen. 'Get away from me!' he screamed 'I dont know who the fuck you are, but youre not going to do that to me!' he continued, pointing at my crotch whilst he backed away. I heard a snap as one of the men pulled out a gun and loaded a clip, pointing it at the young man.

'Get in the car Mr, or you wont last long enough to even worry about penis envy!' the Genetch thug said

The young man just broke down and started crying as he reluctantly got into the van. 'Please dont!' he begged. 'I couldnt bear being turned into a girl! Please! I can give you money! Anything! But please - not that!' again he pointed a finger between my legs, but unintentionally he actually touched my vulva right in the middle of my slit. We both watched in shock and in slow motion as his stiff finger pushed the panty fabric inside my slit and into my vagina. This stark reminder of my dramatically different sex organ, the sensation of another persons body part inside me made me sick with grief. I began to whimper, as did he knowing that he might soon have the same thing between his legs. Our eyes locked and I became dizzy with shock... At that moment it was all just too much and I passed out....

Some time later I woke up lying on a bed in what looked like a doctors office. I was disoriented for a moment thinking that I had had a really bad dream and I went to sit up. The weight of my breasts immediately struck me and I looked down to see the foul appendages gracing my chest, alien and wickedly ripe. My mind rushed back to the nightmare and I realised that it was in fact a very real memory. Perhaps I had blocked it out, becuase I screamed again when my eyes droped from my breasts, across my flat stomach and took in the obviously female curve of my panty covered crotch. Clearly I no longer had any bulge from a penis, rather the rounded flatness of a cunt with a cleft of a labia clearly visible in the clinging panties hugging form. The memories of my transformation flooded back and I began hyperventilating thinking about what I had become. Looking around the room I could see a whole series of photos that were obviously and graphically documenting the process of the sex change. The first of the series of images showed a close up of a boy's genitals with a typically sized penis and scrotum. The next few shots showed the same crotch with a progressively shrinking penis and scrotum. The images began to bring my own experience back and seeing the images I could remember the feeling of my own genitals shrinking. Taking in other images in the series that coverd the wall I could see the scrotum loose its testies, the sack skin thickening up and obviously becoming some kind of labia precursor. The penis in these shots was smaller again. The last few shots showed the penis completely absorbed and the start of a slit in the former scrotum. I touched between my own legs feeling the terrible organ first hand that I was seeing visually documented on the photos of some poor past victim. The last few images showed the slit grow progressively longer, growing from near the arse to the front where it ended roughly where the victims penis once was. Absently and still in deep shock I traced the path of my own slit from its end near my arse to the front, whimpering as I did so. The last shot showed the clear indications of a vagina as the photographer shot the victims genitals with her legs apart. I was feeling my own cunt now, touching the very organs I saw in the image.

Shocked at the sensation of my own cunt feeling my own hand touch its surface I pulled my hand away. Again I felt an electric sensation in my breasts and saw my nipples become errect. I began to sob again as my hand made its way between my legs again to cup the female void and began to rub it, forcefully pushing the panties up and down my slit and squeezing the rounded fuck-mouth in my hands. I realized I was being forced to masturbate again and had flashbacks to that first girl on the steps. My vulva felt horrifically wrong - flat yet so intrusive. Despite my horror I was obviously arroused and recognized the pathetic swelling of my clitoras at the centre of the heat I was now feeling. The rubbing built up in intensity and I felt a wetness leaking from what I knew was my new vagina into my slit and dampening my panties. The panties themselves began to writhe somewhat and seemed to suck themselves onto my vulva each time I moaned, cupping my girlhood intimately and reminding me of their hold over me. I was unable to resist my forced pleasuring of my cunt and now grabbed my breasts with one hand as I was forced to continue to massage my terrible girls mouth. Whilst I was forced to masturbate my cunt I became more and more angry and disbelieving - some part of my mind stil thought that perhaps somewhere between my legs my penis might be rediscovered. I felt the vulva desperately feeling for some remenant of my penis that might somehow be regrown. I was moaning now as wave after wave of sexual heat flooded through my girlhood. I felt my breasts throbbing in time with the throbbing of my clitoras as I kneaded my cunt mound and breasts. The horror of the sensations I was feeling was almost beyind my ability to bear. Despite my fighting to regain control of my body, to stop my touching the foul body parts that I now had, I could not. As my orgasm began I screamed a piteous wail of frustration. The feeling was intense sexual release as I came, and I bucked my hips involuntarily as I came - flooding my panties with vaginal lubricant. I could feel a deep rythmic swallowing from my vagina that was so completely alien compared to my pumping penis ejaculation. I screamed then cried as the panties compounded the violation by lapping up my sex fluids, parting my labia lips and hungrilly gorging themselves on my wet cunt. Quite simply it was the most foul sensation I could invisage, and thinking about my cunt I realised that what Genetech and the panties had done to me was so much worse than castration. I had not just lost my penis, my body had been mutilated with the most unbelievably flat yet intrusive genitals - my cunt, and my chest forever burdended with the most incredibly burdensome breasts.

Panting, I sat on the bed watching the curvacuous shape of my snatch - a distinct wet patch around the cleft that the panties clung to that was obviously my vagina lips. Tears streamed down my face and my hatred of this girls body grew and grew. I grabbed my breasts and tried to pull them from my chest. Their grapefruit sized mounds filling my hands and hurting like hell as I pulled them violently screaming 'get off my body! arghhh!!!! I hate them! I have to get them off - I hate the feeling!!! you wont force me to do anything again!!!! arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!'. The electric feeling returned and my hands shuddered to my sides, forcing me to merely sit on the bed again - a prisoner in a girls body.

 

Some moments later I heard a click and a male doctor walked in the door. 'Ahh - you are the new girl' he said as he walked over to me.

'Please help me doctor! I cant bear this feeling - I hate being a girl! Please change me back!' I whimpered

'Frankly that is impossible for a number of reasons I will explain to you' he said as I burst into tears again. 'Many girls have come to enjoy the sensations of their bodies you know.... Most boys would kill to have the chance to experience a girls body for a while, to feel the girls cunt and breasts directly....'

'No!!!! Please no!!!! You have stolen my dick! Youve given me a flat mouth in its place! Youve ruined my chest with these foul mounds!!! You cant leave me like this!' I screamed back.

'Silence!' he said, and as he did my breasts again took control of my body, preventing me from speaking. 'You are mine now! The perfect result of my most amazing achievement - the Vulvoid Panties!' He exclaimed running his eyes over my body. 'Your body is now host to this amazing new lifeform' he said as he pointed at the panties between my legs. I stared at them also and again saw the slight movement of the gusset as it apeared to breathe in and out slightly puffing up then deflating to better show the curve of my cunt beneath.

'These panties are going to be this governments most powerful covert weapon and you are proof that we have perfected it!' he exclaimed with glee. 'Once placed on a host they infect the host with a symbiotic virus that the panties manufacture in their living matrix - my beautiful X virus!...... Do you know what DNA is?' he asked me

'Yes' I whimpered in reply

'As a male your body had an X and a Y chromosome in its DNA... My X virus enters each cell and attacks the Y chromosome, replacing it with a special X chromosome. Your cells themselves have become female and there is no way to reverse this. A Y Virus would leave you with two Y chromosomes and this of course is fatal! Its just perfect!' He exclaimed as he walked to me and began to feel my cunt in his hands. 'Of course were it not for the dogged efforts of your symbiotic panties to pump you full of X Virus you would never have changed - but they have good reason for wanting to change you!'

'Why? You sick bastard! Why???' I sobbed

'Because you are their host! They need your cunt to feed upon your orgasmic juices! These breasts that have swelled on your chest are far more than normal breasts again thanks to the X Virus - they are intelligent! Mammobellums I call them. They can control you - force you to feed your panties by masturbating! They stop you from hurting the panties and yourself! They enslave you! And they can make you reproduce as well!' he continued. 'You of course saw graphic demonstration of the other reason the panties need you to have a cunt! They can fuck and inseminate you and cause you to give birth to another pair of vulvoid panties! In a military application, we can ask you to seduce a target and change that target into a vulvoid girl like you! They become a sex slave like you and, in my experience, will tell us whatever we want to know in the hope that afterwoods we will give them back their manhood!' He smiled widely, now feeling my breasts 'Which of course we can never do!'

'I hate you!'I screamed. 'Youve turned me into a girl vampire you sick fuck!'

'I can imagine you do hate me - but sadly you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and this project is much more important than your hatred of a body that half the world lives quite happily with every day' he said 'now pull your panties down, I want to inspect your genitals'. Struggling against my will I nevertheless pulled the panties to my knees and off my legs, holding them in my hands as the doctor approached. 'Spread your legs please' he said and again I was made to comply. Staring at the bald snatch betwen my legs I could see my slightly puffy girls lips touching together. As I spread my legs the lips suddenly parted, pulled by the tension of the more tightly stretched skin. This was a feeling that I hated to my core, one that reminded me intimately of the form of my new genitals. As the lips parted we could both see more clearly the shape of the smallish inner lips. Following the slit from the now exposed tiny clitoras towards my arse we could both clearly see about 2 inches down my slit a closed vagina hole. Again I stared sobbing as the doctor felt my labia lips, feeling their fleshy sides and cupping the whole vulva in his hands as if feeling the texture. He then felt my clitoras, pulling the lips further apart to give him a better view and access. I shuddered as I felt his fingers trace their way down my vulva slit to my vagina entrance. I gasped as his fingers pushed their way into my vagina, first one then two and then three - feeling the texture of the inside of my vagina hole. The feeling was so foul and intrusive that I thought I would throw up. I could actually feel his fingers with my vagina and felt the mouth and my labia lips themselves stretch as he continued to push his fingers inside me. With half his hand burried in my cunt, I had the horrific sensation of stretched lips and a foreign object inside a part of my body that did not belong between my legs.

He pulled his hands out and I felt the vagina close behind his retracting fingers as he pulled out a dampened hand saying 'seems perfect to me. Tomorrow, once the panties have recovered, I have a demonstration to perform for one of our clients. You are going to treat that young man who had the misfortune of pulling over and witnessing your sex change to a sex change of his own!' he said

'No!!!!! Please no!!!!' I begged 'I dont want to be raped!!!! I will kill myself before I will let these fucking panties rape me!!!! Oh god no!!!! I dont want to give birth, please noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!' I began to began to get hysterical again.

The doctor merely said 'pull your panties on a follow me now'. Again my breast brains took control and forced me to pull the panties, in a shuddering whimper up my legs until they touched and clasped my vulva like a hand hold. I got off the bed and walked behind him feeling the swaying weight of my breasts as we walked down the hall. Walking also exagerated the feeling of my empty crotch with the usual jiggling of my penis and balls replaced by the slight rubbing together of my labia lips.

Half way down the hall the doctor stopped next to another office and told me that I needed to see the nurse inside about some food and a clothing kit. Again my body complied robotically. Inside the office was a male nurse who looked at me and smiled sadly. 'Sit down honey and I will get you some food and clothes - the transformation robs your body of so much energy you just have to replace it or you'll get really sick' he said

'I refuse to eat if its going to help this fucking thing between my legs rape me and do this to some other poor bastard!' I shrieked and thrust my pubic mound forward for him to see.

'Sit down now please' he simply continued, bringing out a tray with sandwiches and a drink on it. He pointed at it as I sat down and said 'eat this now please'

Against my will I was made to eat, and the doctor was right - I was ravenous, but I knew that I was fuelling up so that my vulvoid panties would then be able to use my cunt for its food and for much worse. I tried very hard not to think about the fact that I was soon going to know exactly what it feels like to be vaginally fucked, and worse still - to give birth! The merest thought of this had me glancing between my legs again in horror as I ate. The thought was just too much to deal with.

The nurse then reached into a locker and pulled out a collection of clothes which he put on the table top. 'Put on the dress but dont worry about the bra or other panties or night dress for the moment.... The bra is for your comfort later, but untill you get shown how to put it on you'll have to live without.... The panties are just normal girls panties... All the girls get a break every so often from their symbiotic panties, and we require them to dress like a normal girl on those occasions with normal panties. you will see there is a selection here, take them all.' he said. All I could do was stare in slack jawed disbelief at the mans calm in the face of my horrific body hijacking. Compelled again by my breasts I pulled on what was obviously a girls schooldress. When I was done I stared downn at myself, the picture of a senior schoolgirl with perky breasts and slender legs and a very obviously empty groin. Part of me became aroused at the thought that I had a schoolgirl body, but hitching my dress up and seeing the girlish mound covered by the very essence of the schoolgirl panty - I again began hyperventialting in shock.

'Come with me' the nurse said as he walked from the office and I followed him lamely with the pile of panties, bra and nightie in hand, staring down at the schoolgirl body as I walked. He led me to a bedroom and told me that this was my room, I was to wait here. 'If you need to pee, dont forget that girls need to sit! And I suggest you spread your legs while you urinate to spread your labia, that way you wont get urine spraying everywhere and going in your vagina'. Again I was left gobsmacked by the casual reference to my sex changed body. Strangely though he was right, I did need to pee, so I walked to the toilet and just stared at the opening. There was no way I was going to acknowledge my lack of a dick by squatting, so I pulled my dress up and pulled my panties down and thrust my vulva forward over the toilet opening, grabbing the mound and feeling again desperately hoping that a penis would rematerialize in the void. The first spray came out all over the place and I quickly sat down crying as I peed for the first time as a girl. The urine streamed from between my labia lips in an awkward spray that seemed to become more directional when I did spread my legs further as suggested. The feeling was just horrible and I felt again completely violated. I stared at the fucking vulvoid panties around my knees and began sobbing again when I saw them quivver and move towards my cunt. I knew what they wanted without even thinking - it was panty dinner time and they wanted my cunt to produce another meal of girl juice!

Traumatised by my realization that I had just had my first girls toilet experience I wiped my cunt with toilet paper to get rid of the wetness - stood up and pulled the panties back onto my snatch. They grabbed and wriggled when in place - yet another reminder their growing need. Whimpering loudly I walked to my bed and sat down, again taking in the irony of just how lucky I would have thought myself to have a schoolgirl in my room who would do whatever I asked of her. I lay down and pulled my dress higher, staring yet again at the girlish form that the hideous panties covered. Opposite my bed was a mirror and I regarded my crotch in the mirror, looking at the thing from all angles - taking in its true shape and form and trying to relate what I saw to what I felt directly. What I saw was a very sexy girls crotch covered in light blue panties - utterly flat with a distinct crease that showed the grils mouth beneath. To 'wear' the vulva felt exactly as it looked to me. It was hard to imagine that the person in the mirror was me - let alone that this same person had been male only 2 hours ago. My body was exhausted and I lay back on the bed and cried myself to sleep....

When I woke up it was night time and a dim light illuminated my room. I was disoriented and still in shock. Someone had put me in the bed properly and removed my schooldress. The sheets draped over my form and I could see the pronounced bulges of my two breasts thrusting the sheets from my chest. Hoping beyond hope that this was some cruel hoax I threw aside the sheets and stared at the two very real mounds on my chest. I craned my neck and my eyes traced a line down my very femanine and curvaceous stomach to my crotch, where I could see in the dim light the snug form of a vulva beneath the most innocent looking panties. The visual reminder was shocking to the core and I found myself silently repeating a piteous mantra 'I'm a girl! it cant be true!' over and over. Feeling horribly sorry for myself I almost jumped when I felt someone grab my vulva and squeeze it. Looking frantically around I saw there was nobody in the room - at the same time the sensation of having my cunt squeezed ended.

Scared I sat upright when the same thing happened again - looking between my legs I saw that the panties themselves were cupping my girlhood - sucking their living fabric onto my vulva skin and into my slit. The sensation was the same as if a hand were cupping and firmly squeezing my cunt. Panic began to rise as the panties did this again, and then again - becoming almost rythmic as if trying to arouse me! The shock hit me at the same time as the electric tingling in my breasts - the panties were trying to do exactly that - they were hungry. Despite my greatest mental efforts regain control of my body, one hand moved to my vulva and began to grab and firmly massage my cunt. I began to cry again, but the panties and my mammobellum breasts cared not for my cries - I was masturbating again. One hand squeezed and massaged my breasts and the other alternately stroked and squeezed my vulva mound. As my hand felt and probed my mound I began to relive my sex change as I gradually moved towards climax. I recalled the feeling of my poor penis and balls being consumed by the actions of the very panties I was now wearing and clutching. I remember the feeling of them shrinking and the flatness of the space they left.... I recalled the first sensations of parting skin of my labia lips. The panties were moving quite significantly now, their edges wriggling the elastic-like cilla and the gusset twitching and writhing. My vulva rubbing became more frantic, forced by my breasts and my hand suddenly slipped under the panty fabric to grip and tease my vulva directly. My fingers ran up and down my slit and caressed and gripped the vulva mound, squeezing it in my hand - the pressure sending wave after wave of heat through my clitoras. I hated the alien sexuality of my cunt and, replaying my violent sex change, I recalled the moment I felt my vagina begin to form as my fingers involuntarily entered the vagina hole and thrust inside me. Staring is disbelief between my legs I watched in horror as my frantic hand pumped up and down inside my panties as I finger fucked myself for the first time. The sensation was pure sex horror and in moments I was having an extreme female orgasm, my hips wildly pumping, my hand still probing my vagina internally and girl juice just spewing from my hole. The panties again were in a feeding frenzy and I withdrew my hand from within their domain and just broke down completely as they gorged themselves on my masturbation juices. When the ordeal was over I layed back down, glistening with sweat and exhausted. Aching I rolled onto my stomach only to find my breasts made it completely uncomfortable. In the end I had to just roll on my side and fall asleap.

Twice more that first night I was woken by the feeding needs of my panties and I was twice more forced to endure the nightmare of enforced masturbation of this girls body I was trapped in. I knew I had to do something, had to escape and had to do something about the foul panties that had done this awful thing to me. In the morning I woke early, my first morning as a girl. Feeling somewhat revived despite the broken nature of my sleep I sat up and decided to look at my body in greater detail. I stood in front of the mirror, and my reflection shocked me utterly. Before me was a youngish looking girl (my hair had grown overnight and my facial features had softened), with firm ripe breasts, long sexy legs and a to-die-for snatch covered by some sexy light blue bikini style panties. The girl nervously grabbed her breasts and watched how they looked in the mirror. She sat on the floor and spread her legs - exposing crotch utterly devoid of any bulge and with the subtle hint of a vulva crack indicated in the shape of the panties. My shock had forced me to block out the fact that this was me. The girl looked at her panty covered crotch from many angles, from behind, the side, spread legged, cross legged and all manner of positions. Periodically the girl would touch herself, and when she did I shuddered momentarily back to reality as I directly felt the sensation of this girls hand on my cunt. The girl stood and faced the mirror and pulled her panties to her knees. Reality again hit me in the face as I stared at the girls bald vulva. My vulva! I could see the start of my cunt lips, and stared at the space that my penis used to occupy. My hips were wider now, so even with my legs closed I could see the curve of my cunt lips in a small triangle of air bewteen my legs. I sat on the floor and spread my legs - watching the horribly female sex organ between my legs revealed more graphically. Spreading my legs further I saw the lips part and gasped at the sensation. I posed in various positions to see my cunt from many angles, trying to resolve how it felt to how it looked. Staring at my cunt lips I had a flashback to the previous day where I witnessed some other poor vulvoid girl give birth to my panties! I tried to imagine the violation she must have felt as some foul enslaving organism forced its way out of a birth canal that she was never meant to have. I grabbed and felt my cunt, fingering my vulva and watching the shape as I probed my new sex organ. I tried to tell myself that it was ok, that it was going to be fun to experience girlhood. After all the orgasms were intense and regular. But despite this I knew that I could never accept this body. It simply was not mine, I was not born a girl. I was meant to have errections and have a muscular chest and bulge filled underpants. I hated the terribly intrusive feeling of my breasts and the flatness, the emptyness, the invasiveness of my cunt. I hated being a girl and I hated even more the knowledge that my breasts could control me and that I was a host to some incredible lifeform that regularly violated me - my vulvoid panties.

I sat on the floor hugging myself and wishing I was dead when I heard the click of the door opening to my room. The doctor I had met yesterday came in and saw me on the floor. 'How did you sleep?' he asked

'how do you think!' I told him 'these fucking panties made me.... made me.... oooohhhh....' I broke down in tears again

'masturbate right?' he said 'how many times?' he asked

'three!!!! three fucking times I had to touch this horrible thing between my legs!!!! three horrific girls orgasms!!! how do you think I feel!!!! you bastard I HATE YOU!!!!' I screamed at him

'I can live with that... anyway, three times should be enough - get dressed and come with me, put your vulvoid panties on' he said and my body robotically complied as if he were god and me a puppet. I pulled my panties back on, pulled on my schooldress and walked behind him to his office. Waiting in his office was a man dressed in an army uniform, very high ranking from his stars. He looked at me and nodded then looked at the doctor.

'Is this the girl you spoke of?' he said

'Yes, third generation, a perfect conversion and its only been sixteen hours since he became a girl' The doctor said 'Please show us your body Lisa...'

The electric sensation in my breasts and the accompanying nipple engorgement that seemed to preceed the breast control happened immediately he spoke. I pulled my dress off and stood as the general approached and looked at my body. His eyes took in my breasts and fell to my crotch.

'Are those the vulvoid panties?' he asked the doctor

'Yes - they are the ones that Fiona birthed yesterday. I estimate they took less than an hour to change our friend here into a vulvoid girl' he continued

'How does it feel to become a girl?' the general asked

'Its completely horrific! I hate how my cunt feels! I hate how these breasts feel! I cant bear the feel of these fucking panties touching me - they have riuned my body! Im trapped in this girls body and I hate it! They make me do the most horrific things!' I sobbed to him

'I imagine so' he said thoughtfully 'there is no doubt that a prisoner facing this fate will reveal all to us - I am convinced. But I am worried about the breast control. I cant imagine Lisa here cooperating in a sex change assignment.... She seems to be fully in control of her mouth... Wouldnt that blow the cover during the seduction phase?' the general asked

'No.... Lisa here has verbal freedom because we do not need her to be otherwise here. In fact in this facility I like to hear what my subjects feel, but dont doubt the control of those mammobellums. Let me show you... Lisa, please pretend to flirt with the general...'

My nipples swelled and all of a sudden I was smiling at the general. I was internally horrified, but could only watch as I winked at him and sidled up to him. 'Do you like my breasts general' I giggled? 'Touch them please, I need to feel your hands on my firm ripe breasts' my voice continued. The gernal obliged and I straddled his leg rubbing my cunt up and down on his trousers beginning to gasp.

'Enough!' said the general 'I see your point - perfect' And at that moment I regained composure and began whimpering, pulling myself away from the general and sitting on the bed with my legs crossed trying to forget the shock of my enslaved actions, quietly crying.

'Where is demonstration subject?' the general asked. This shocked me from my self pity as I imagined they were talking about the young man whose car I had flagged over yesterday and who had watched my body change into a girls body - unable to help.

'In the next room - you can watch from here, this mirror is one way' the doctor said. Turning to me he said 'put your clothes on - you are about to meet that young man you flagged down yesterday. I want to you assure him you are fine and happy about being a girl. Charm him and gain his trust enough to show him your breasts. You are then to immobilize him with your your breast spray. Once he is immobile, I want you to turn him into a vulvoid girl and feel free to tell us what you are feeling once he is immobile. Go!'

I began to hyperventilate, shock setting in. So this was it? Any moment now I was going to be raped by these hideous panties bewteen my legs? I was going to give birth for fuck sake! I was going to play a major part in changing that poor young man into a girl like me! I wanted to scream, but my breast brains had already taken control. From the generals point of view he saw a girl quietly and efficiently pull on a dress and walk to the door leading to the next office. With a forced look back to the men and an equally forced smile, I entered the room.

In the room was the very young man I remembered. He looked frantic, pacing and nervous. Seeing me he jumped and said 'get away! get away! I dont want to become a girl!'

I wanted to scream, to tell him to run. Instead I smiled and said 'Relax! They dont need to change you any more, they have gotten all the data they need from me. I wanted to let you know that I am ok. Im actually really liking this body, and the doc says he can change me back in a week or two once they have studdied me some more! Isnt that great!' I said, walking over to him

The young man looked a little calmer and said 'is that really you? In that body? You look fantastic - your face has changed!'

'Yes, but let me tell you the best part is that I get to play with tits until they change me back, you should see them! They are superb!' I said

'Wow' he said 'they sure do fill out that uniform well dont they!' he said and we both smiled.

I sat opposite him and said 'Want to see them? My breasts I mean?' I asked

He looked doubtful, but eventually smiled as I sat looking doe eyed at him 'Sure!' he said. 'How does it feel to be a girl anyway?' he asked

I could feel my pulse begin to race and I almost managed to scream 'Hell!', but the sound choked in my throat as I was forced to stand and pull my dress off. The young man smiled as he took in my gorgeous body, but began to look nervous again as he looked between my legs and noticed the same panties that had changed me into a girl yesterday. At that moment I was perhaps four feet from him, I was forced to rush towards him and he looked startled as my breasts suddenly sprayed a liquid from my nipples in his face. He stood, suddenly perplexed, then I saw his emotions change to dismay and then to fear.

'No!!!!' he squeaked out as he staggered then fell to the floor, looking up at me with imploring eyes.

'Oh god!!!!!!! Nooooo!!!' I screamed all of a sudden. 'I was forced to do this!!! My breasts control me! You cant imagine how horrific it is to be a vulvoid girl!!!' I slubbered. Suddenly I felt the cilla-like elastic edges of my panties grip my skin. I tried to pull them off but failed. I felt the panties tap into my body fluid and began to sob as the gusset of the panties began to grow. I was forced to sit on the floor and spread my legs widely. Both me and the paralysed young man stared in horror as the gusset quickly grew to the size of an egg, then to teh size of an orange - inflating and engorging like some alien sex organ. We both knew that this was exactly what it was.

It took about 5 minutes to finish engorging during which I told the man in near hysterics how my cunt felt and what the panties had done to me since I had changed. I was forced to grab the bulge, feeling it firm yet somhow plastic in my hand. It filled my hands like the bulge of my penis once did, only lower down betwen my legs. I was forced to rub the bulge up and down against my slit and I could feel myself becoming wet as I did so. The young man lay whimpering and I was now speechless.

Suddenly I began feeling the gusset bulge move of its own accord. I whimpered as it contracted, pushing my cunt lips aside, then returning. The next time it did this it contracted further and I could feel the pressure of its surface on my vagnia entrance. The next contraction I screamed - the bulge contracted completely and I felt the bulk push my cunt lips apart, enter my vagina and push an incredibly long way up my vagina passage. 'Oh god!!!! Its in me!!!! The panty cock is inside me! So deep inside!!! I cant bear it!!! Its so much further inside me than my own fingering ever god - you cant imagine how violated I feel!!!! OOOOOhhhhh' I screached while staring at the flatness of my panties crotch. The crotch reinflated and I felt the panty penis slide out of me. Just as quickly it slid back in and then out and then in and within moments it was fucking me utterly. From the outside we both saw the panties alternate from engorged to flat, throbbing in and out like a heart beating between my legs. Unlike the bulge that pulsated when I had changed sex, the bulge here was much larger and I cried and whimpered as I felt the panty penis thrust in and out of my cunt - my most horrific girlhood sensation yet.

Despite my horror and hate my body reacted to the panty penis massaging of my girls sex organs and I began to pant and before long had a throbbing orgasm as the panty penis suddenly ruptured inside my vagina, spilling its contents deep inside me. I knew it had just seeded my womb with some foul substance that was going to grow into a pair of these same panties. The young man lay crying - looking terrified on the ground. I pulled the panties down my legs and threw them angrily aside, staring at my cunt with almost as much horror as the young parylised man. My breasts again took control and, despite the cramping I ws now feeling in my abdomen as the panties began to grow inside me, I was forced to take the young mans clothes off. He tried to struggle, and even managed to sob 'please dont!' - but I was in no position to help him. The young man had a huge erection despite himself, no doubt the result of viewing my girls body in intimate detail. I was gripped by the most amazing feeling - penis envy - and I knealt beside him feeling it, touching it. It was only yesterday that I had a penis like this and testicles. They seemed so big compared to my flat bald snatch. I hated him for having this. I wanted my one back. I couldnt keep my hands off it. I kept glancing from his cock to between my legs regarding my girlhood with lothing. All the while my stomach churned and throbbed as the panties continued to grow inside me.

With my raping complete and the boy prostrate and nude before me I sat before him with my cunt only inches from his face as I told him how I felt and about the Genetech project. I noticed my stomach distending slightly and some time later, after what must have been half an hour of self pitying decrying of my girls body I felt the first contraction. It was like a stitch in my stomach that came and went. I got another and began to cry again saying 'its time! Im going to give birth! Oh god - can this get any worse!! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!' I yelped. The contractions grew stronger and stronger and were verging on the painful. Whilst I realized that birthing panties was nowhere near as large an object as a baby I still remembered that the panties came in a sac that was large with fluid. My nipples came errect and I stood, straddling the now hysterical young man. My legs astride his pelvis, my cunt over his penis, I began moaning as I felt the horrific sensation of something coming through my vagina! Deep inside the pressure built and built and I groaned and spread my legs further as the pain moved along my birth canal. I began panting like the girls in the birth videos I had seen at school and suddenly I felt the object near the end of my birth canal. My normally flat vulva was internally distended, puffing out and standing proud. I screamed with grief as I felt the object finally open my external vagina entrance and push my cunt lips apart. My cunt lips were stretched to hurting. Suddenly there was this thing hanging from my cunt, pushing its way out. I pushed again and we both saw a large part of the panty sac emerge. Inside you could clearly see the new panties writhing. I screamed as the sac finally plopped from my vagina, falling onto the young mans stomach to lay quivering with the writhing form of the new panties inside.

My eyes flicked from this horrific object on the mans stomach to my own cunt, as did his eyes, where we could see my vagina opening slowly close. With the young man hyperventilating I was forced to lean over him and pick up the sac. I squeezed it and it ruptured, spilling fluid over us both. I now held the panties in my hands and with trembling hands I began to pull the panties onto him. They writhed limply for a moment, but once I had them near his knees they seemed to gain some imperitave and the elastic-like cilla edges grabbed his skin and the panties pulled themselves up his legs. He was sobbing unconrrollably as the panties finally reached his groin, but I had to tuck his errection inside the panties before they were fully on him. As the top of the panties closed over his cock, I realized that this was the last time we would both see his dick again. The panties gripped his skin around the edges and I saw him flinch as they began to engorge - readying themselves for an onslaught that would see this poor young man with a cunt just like me....

To be continued....

  

  

  

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