Welcome to Mother’s World

by: Melanie Richardson

 

Chapter One – Growing up

I was just 10 when my father died in a car accident whilst away on business. I can remember the awful feeling of being left alone that my mother and I felt. However badly we felt, even at that young age I knew we didn’t feel as badly as people should who had just lost someone that close. I guess the reason was that we really weren’t that close to my father. You see my father was very much a career man. He wasn’t a bad man, or even a bad father. I’m sure my mother would say he wasn’t a bad husband. He just wasn’t there much. He spent a lot of time immersed in his work and as his work involved a lot of travelling for a very large company, we didn’t get to see that much of him. So when he died we didn’t feel the sense of lose we should have. The company he had worked for was very paternalistic and so we were left comfortably off. The terms of the mortgage meant that our house automatically became hers outright. It wasn’t grand but a fairly unremarkable three bedroomed detached house in a small town 30 miles from London placed it in a prime position and the money that came from Father’s employers meant that my Mother didn’t have to work to keep us.

It was probably because of the nature of these relationships with father that my mother and I had always been very close. Boys are always close to their mothers but I was especially close. We spent lots of time together and we loved being in each other’s company. Other than that I had the same sort of boyhood as all my friends. I was popular at school but no more popular than most other children were. I got into the same scrapes as my friends and got told off as severely as they did but no worse.

My mother had a good circle of other ladies who all lived in the same area. They were all respectable women, which wasn’t surprising because we lived in a respectable neighbourhood in a respectable town. They used to meet for afternoon tea and would often be chatting when I got home from school. I used to like nothing better than to sit quietly on the floor leaning up against my mothers legs as they would chat about how good life was in the ‘old days’ and what was happening to the world today. I had been born when my mother was 42 and so my mother and her friends were quite a bit older than the parents of my friends. In some ways they would be more the age of their grandparents. I was about 13 when I first realised that my mother and all her friends seemed to look very similar. I spent a fair amount of time in the homes of my school friends, doing homework and listening to records and my friends mothers were all younger, slimmer and fitter than my mother. This didn’t embarrass or disappoint me. It was simply how it was. But when I looked at my mother and her friends, apart from being older, they were all larger. My own mother was quite a tall lady standing 5’10" and weighing in at about 220. Whilst not all her friends were as tall (although one was even taller) they were all as heavy if not heavier.

I’d seen pictures of my mother’s mother and she too was a big woman. Something, no doubt, even more unusual in the days in which she grew up. My mother also had a very large bosom. I used to love to cuddle up in the evenings watching TV and would snuggle my head into her breast feeling all safe and secure in her arms. On this day when I was 13 and the difference between my friends Mum’s and my Mother and her friends dawned on me, I remember noticing that they all had big busts also. Big women had big busts was my simple conclusion. Of course, as I learned later in life, small women don’t necessarily have small busts but I have always found that my ‘simple’ conclusion on that day has been proved time and time again. Big women do indeed tend to have big busts.

When a boy is in his early teens he tends to take a healthy interest in the female form. Like many boys my age I developed a number of crushes. Again like many boys my age they tended to be on three categories of female. Firstly, there were the girls at school. Mainly my crushes in this department were on girls at least one year older than me. Often two or three years older. Secondly, I developed crushes on the Mum’s of some of my friends. There was one in particular. I think I responded to her obvious flirting. I felt so proud that she would flirt with me until one day, whilst I was there in the house with my friend and his Mum, I saw her flirt with the postman, a door-to-door salesman and another of my friends. I realised that she flirted with just about everyone and the bubble burst for me. The third object of my desire was my Mother. I would lie awake at night ruing all the times that I’d snuggled up close to her and hadn’t realised what opportunities I’d wasted to have a surreptitious feel of her large heavy tits.

Around this time, I would do everything I could to try to touch or see my Mother without raising suspicions. Yet strangely, the most thrilling moment of these years occurred when I was least expecting it and didn’t arise due to any of my meticulously planned schemes. I was ill one afternoon and had been sent home from school. Mother made me go to bed and fussed over me all evening. Eventually, the time for her to go to bed arrived and both she and I went to sleep. I awoke in the middle of the night very hot and feverish. I didn’t call out or anything but must have moaned because my Mother was at my bedside placing a cool facecloth on my forehead to cool me down. Being tired she unconsciously, yawned and stretched up at the same time. With the stretching her nightie rose right up and there next to my head, not 6 inches away from my face was her lovely cunt. It was so close I could see every detail. The folds of her outer lips. A glint in the light of a little moisture and the thick bush of dark hair above it. I think she realised that I could see because she did stay stretched up for quite a while after she’d finished yawning and had flushed cheeks when she’d finished stretching. She went back to bed and I wanked myself off in less than a minute. That image in my mind kept me going in wanks for the next few weeks. There was a second occasion a number of years later, which I will recount for you in a while.

My mother and her friends would chat about their lives and how things could have been different ‘if’. It was during one of these conversations that I got my first inkling that my mother would have loved to have had a daughter but alas when I was born she was told that it would be dangerous to her health to have any more children. So, she only had one child and that, sad to say, was a boy. Me.

I didn’t feel guilty or uncomfortable about this. To be honest, I’m not sure that at that age, probably about 14, I even felt sorry for her. It was just a fact and one of those things. Life dealt the cards and you just played them. Simple as that.

Life for me remained very ‘ordinary’. I did reasonably well at school and went on to university where I was supported financially and in every other way by my lovely mother. Whilst I lived away and with an initial commitment to come at least once a term, I found that I was coming home almost every weekend. When I was at university I really missed her. When I was at home, I was so content.

I said earlier that I would recount for you a second time when I got a surprisingly candid view of my Mother. As I said, our original plan was for me to go to university and come home to see her at least once every term. Well, I went with the good intentions of keeping to that but after a couple of weekends away I was frankly homesick. I needed to get home to the town I knew, the people I knew an most of all my Mother. Rather than have her tell me to stay at Uni. when I phoned her to tell her I was coming home, I decided to surprise her. I caught the train on Friday evening after lectures and bought her a nice bunch of flowers at the station. The walk from the station only took about 10 minutes so I arrived home at about 8PM. I let myself into the house quietly with the aim of catching her in the lounge or the kitchen and thrusting a lovely bunch of flowers in her face and watching her reaction. She wasn’t there. My nicely worked plan had failed. I have to admit that I was a bit deflated. I put the flowers in a vase, made a cup of tea and went into my bedroom to change. Unbeknown to me, Mother, who had been working in the garden all afternoon, unnoticed by me on my arrival, had decided that being quite dirty, a bath was needed. With my bedroom being over the garage at the other end of the house and thus out of earshot of all this, I had no idea that she was even in the house, let alone in the bathroom. I stripped off to change but decided to take a shower before putting clean clothes on. In the nude I walked to the bathroom at just the point my Mother had got out of the bath and was bending over drying her legs. As I opened the door I was presented with one of the most wonderful sights I have ever seen. There filling my field of vision was my mothers very large bottom. Her arse cheeks were large, very white and very soft looking. Between these immense cheeks was a beautiful brown rosebud hole surrounded by the same lush chestnut hair that I’d seen years before. Just below her arsehole was her large, gaping cunt. It gaped wide open due to the fact that as she was bending to dry her legs her fat thighs were parted and her knees bent. Upon hearing the door open she stood upright and turned round to see what was happening. I think she thought that somehow a draught had blown the door open. When she saw me she just stood with her mouth open. At first I thought it must be because she just hadn’t expected to see anyone, especially me. After all, I was 200 miles away at university. When I finally looked up at her face I realised that her eyes were firmly fixed, not on my face, but lower down my body. It seems stupid to say now but I was so transfixed by what I saw that I totally forgot the fact that I was completely naked and my Mother was equally transfixed on my cock. What I saw was a wonderfully generously proportioned woman. Some would say fat but she looked exquisite to me. Her tits were huge and pendulous. Her nipples were large and extremely dark. But it was the aureole that I couldn’t take my eyes from. They must have measured at least three inches across and were every bit as dark as her nipples. She had a large but lovely tummy and I as my eyes moved downward I was reacquainted with that wonderful and very hairy cunt.

Well, that’s what I was looking at, which is why I hadn’t noticed what she was looking at. Her eyes were staring at what was now a fast hardening cock. All of this took just a matter of seconds but it all seemed to happen in slow motion. When I did realise where I was and what was happening, I instantly became aware of my cock throbbing as it thickened and hardened. Just as quickly I placed my hands over it and said a simple, "Sorry!" I backed out and closed the door.

Last time I wanked myself stupid over the vision I’d had. As I ran back to my room, I was desperate to wank myself to what I knew would be the climax to end all climaxes. I lay on my bed and wanked furiously. Within two minutes I got to the point of no return and just as I was about to explode, my bedroom door opened and there wrapped in a white towelling bath robe stood my Mother. Just in time to see probably my biggest ever load of spunk fly from my cock up into the air and land all over me. Instead of rushing out as I had done not three minutes earlier, Mother casually walked over to the chest of drawers and picked up the box of tissues. She walked over to my bed, sat down on the edge of the bed and started to mop up the spunk that had shot all over my belly as far up as my neck. When she had finished. She kissed me on the forehead, smiled, walked over to the waste bin, dropped the wet tissues in and left the room.

Later when I’d recovered and came into the kitchen, she thanked me for the flowers, thanked me for coming home to see her and asked what I’d like to eat. No more was said about either the incident in the bathroom or in my bedroom but both lived vividly in my memory.

In truth, the three years at university did seem to pass more quickly than either of us thought they might and, as most university graduates wanted to head for the bright lights of London and the other major cities I effortlessly moved into employment close to home. This was great for me. I was close to the area and people that I knew. And close to my Mother.

We established a normal, predictable routine, which moved from weeks into months and then into years. I went to work and when I came home we had dinner, washed up and settled down to watch TV, play a board game or go for a walk in the better weather. Sometimes, Mother’s friends would come round for an evening (even though they regularly met in the afternoons) and I would be treated to an opportunity to ‘eavesdrop’ on their conversation. I think we got to a stage when they actually forgot that I was there. Actually, they didn’t exactly forget I was there, they forgot that I wasn’t one of them. An older lady. This became more and more noticeable because of the subject matter of the conversations. At first, in the earlier conversations, they seemed quite guarded about what they would and wouldn’t talk about. Sometimes, one would look at the others in a certain way and the subject would quickly change. But as time went on this happened less and less until in the end some of the subjects were distinctly risqué.

And then one evening two things happened almost at the same time that was to occupy my thoughts for some time to come. The first was that they started to talk about children. At first it was back to the old theme about how badly children were behaved these days. A subject I’d heard them discuss many times before. Strangely, they all agreed that I was about the best behaved child they had ever known. I didn’t consider myself as ‘well behaved’ or ‘obedient’. I just enjoyed doing what my Mother said. I liked pleasing her and to do otherwise would have made me as unhappy as I would have made her. This time however, the conversation brought back recollections of the time they talked about Mother wanting other children. At least wanting a daughter.

The second thing that struck me, at precisely the same moment was that none of the women, apart from my mother, had any children of their own. In fact, none of them were even married. It seems absurd to me now that this had never occurred to me before. I suppose I’d grown up with these women having always been around and I’d just never thought of it. They were all single. In fact when I asked my Mother later she told me that two of them had been married for short times but were both divorced. I also discovered, that the four ladies lived in two pairs. It suddenly struck me that if I’d missed details so obvious in the past, how much more had I missed. I was either incredibly naive, just plain stupid or perhaps a bit of both.

Over the next few weeks, I gently probed my Mother for more information. Gradually, I was forming a conclusion that I found very difficult to come to terms with. The four of them had to be lesbians. It was unpalatable to me to think that this could be so but I could think of no other explanation that would fit all the facts. I hoped I was adding two and two and coming up with five but I feared that on this occasion I’d got the right answer.

There was only one way to find out and that was to ask my Mother. We did have a close relationship and I was sure I could ask her anything without her getting angry. Then another obvious thought flashed into my mind with such ferocity that I had to sit down and reassess the whole scenario. If I were right and they were lesbians. What was my Mother doing having them as friends? She couldn’t be a lesbian. She just couldn’t. Not my own Mother.

The more I thought about it the more it seemed she must be. And then the one fact that proved she couldn’t be hit me. On the night I burst into the bathroom, she couldn’t take her eyes off my cock. And the look on her face wasn’t disgust or even disinterest – it was desire. The same look she had on her face when she saw me shoot my load. No way was she a lesbian. So to ask her was OK. She wasn’t implicated.

I spent the whole evening bucking up the courage to raise the subject. Finally, I said, "Mum"

"Yes dear," she said.

"Can I ask you about your friends?"

"Yes of course you can dear. What do you want to know?"

I plucked up all my courage, took a deep breath and blurted out my question.

"Are they lesbians?"

My Mother looked up and stopped. Just stopped everything. It almost looked as though she’d stopped breathing. I got worried. Had I hurt her? Was she angry? She just looked as if I’d asked what she’d always knew one day I would ask.

"No dear" she said. It wasn’t a simple "no dear" that meant that was the end of the discussion. I knew she’d more to say.

"I knew that one day you’d ask but I never dreamed it would take you so long. I always thought you’d ask when you were in your mid-teens and so naturally inquisitive about such things. No, they are not lesbians. It’s not as simple as that. Some people are attracted to their own sex, others are attracted to the opposite sex and there are some people, more than you might think, who are attracted to both. My friends are in the third category. They like being with men and women sexually. They do however, find that women are better companions to live with. They find women more considerate, thoughtful and sensitive. They enjoy being with men for sexual relief but not to live with. They prefer to live with a woman."

Whilst I hadn’t expected that answer, it was delivered with my Mothers customary calm and sensitivity. This just left the second, obvious question.

"And how do you fit in Mum?" I said with my eyes firmly fixed on my hands which sat in my lap.

"Well dear" she said, "I find that my sympathies lie in the same direction as theirs. Whilst I enjoy sex with men I do enjoy being with a woman as well."

Enjoy sex with men she said. ‘Enjoy?’ Not ‘enjoyed’.

"You mean you’ve been with men since Dad died?" I said somewhat surprised and hurt.

"Oh Stephen, of course I have. Not only am I a woman but I’m a woman with very strong urges. I know you remember full well the incident a few years ago when you came into the bathroom and found me naked. Well, I remember it all too well. Not because you found me naked, heaven knows I’ve wanted you to see me naked so many times before that day, but because I saw you naked. It was all I could do to keep from lunging at you and grasping that lovely cock that was springing to life between you legs. Then when I came into your bedroom to apologise for staring at you I couldn’t believe the most wonderful sight of you shooting all that lovely spunk up into the air. I tell you I surprised even myself with the way that I calmly cleaned you up and then left."

I just sat listening to her with my mouth open.

"Listen darling. I love you and I love sharing my life with you but you have to understand one thing. My friends are absolutely right about one thing. Living with a woman is far better than living with a man. I should know. Living with your father was no picnic. I seldom saw him and when I did I was no more than a servant. I cooked, cleaned and when he wanted it I serviced him just like a common whore. I did everything he ever wanted and he spared not one thought for my needs or me. We never conversed and I felt so alone. So I decided that I would follow the lead of my friends and only live with a woman, never a man."

It was difficult to take this all in but I suddenly retorted.

"So where does that leave me? I’m a man and you’re happy living with me."

"Are you really a man, Stephen? Think about it. What do you do that’s peculiarly manly? Do you follow a football team? Go out drinking with your mates? Are your hobbies manly? Interest in cars? No my dear lovely Stephen, you really are not like a man at all, you’re really much more like a woman. Oh, in some respects you may look like a man, I can certainly vouch for that" she said with a wry smile on her face, "but you are more like a woman in the way you conduct yourself than even many women are. Even my friends say so. They love having you join us for our evenings. You are more like a daughter to me than most mothers have with their natural daughters. That's why we get on so well. That's why I love living with you and if you are honest, that's why you love living with me. I raised you to have a degree of finesse that you simply do not find in men. For the most part that are quite boorish and unrefined"

I sat stunned and my eyes pricked as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. My Mother sat beside me on the sofa and cuddled me to her. She said, "There, there, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I knew we’d have this conversation one-day and I hoped I was gentle and kind because I do love you. I don’t want to hurt you, please believe me, you mean too much to me."

"Mum, I’m not hurt. I guess it’s all just a shock and if I’m honest, I know that what you say about me is all true. But where does that put me. A man who is really like a woman. A son who is more like a daughter. I’m not sure I am happy being like that. I do love living with you. I love our times together. I love the closeness of our relationship and I don’t want anyone or anything to spoil that. I just don’t know how to react."

"Believe me Stephen, nothing will spoil our relationship. You are like a daughter to me and the only way that could be spoiled is if you started to tried to act like a son, like a so-called man. The more you act like a daughter to me the more our relationship will blossom. I think we’ve talked enough for one night. I think we should go to bed and sleep. You’re tired and probably a bit confused. Know this though, I love you dearly and nothing will come between us."

"Mum, I’m frightened I’m going to lose you"

"Don’t be silly, I’m going nowhere."

I’d never felt so vulnerable before in my life. I simple cuddled up to her and hugged her for all I was worth, somehow frightened to let go.

"Listen, Stephen, if you’re worried you’ll lose me, what about if you sleep in my bed tonight and I’ll cuddle you all night long to prove that I love you."

"Mum, I’d love that. And I’ll cuddle up to you and be the best daughter I can be."

"In that case" Mum said, "will you do one thing for me?"

"Anything", I said, and meant.

"Wear a nightie for me just for tonight."

"Mum, I’ll wear it tonight and every other night if it proves to you that I love you as much as you love me."

"You don’t have to prove it to me, silly. I know you love me and I think things are going to get better and better for us from now on. Come on let get you in your nightie and get to bed."

 

Chapter Two – A Gentle Shift?

I spent the best night that I can remember. Cuddled up to my Mother, I felt more secure than I can ever remember feeling. As today was Saturday and I didn’t have to work, we awoke in our own time without the customary Monday to Friday alarm clock. When I woke, my Mother was facing my back with her arms around me. I don’t think she realised I was awake as she couldn’t see my face and she was gently stroking my cock. I would often wake up in the morning with a really hard erection and this morning, despite all that had taken place the night before, was no exception. As she stroked I began to wriggle a little to let her know that whether I was awake or still asleep, I loved the feeling. I could feel her pubic hair against my bottom, so I rubbed myself even harder pushing back. As I did so she pushed forward. With the stroking of my cock and the grinding of her pubes on my bottom I was not far off climaxing. Mother clearly knew this and pulled me onto my back whilst at the same time tightening her grip and increasing her hand speed. Her nightie had ridden up somewhat and her belly and cunt were now completely exposed. I could see her nipples pushing out through the thin cotton material. It was all too much and I shot a huge wad of cum up in the air. It landed all over her hand and because of the angle of my cock all over her belly and pubes. She kissed me on the forehead and then proceeded to push the spunk on her belly down to her cunt and rub it into her dark hole. She was clearly really excited by the whole episode and I asked her if I could do for her what she was at that time doing for herself. She sat up, removed her nightie completely and simply laid back exposing her whole generous form to me. To this point I have to explain that whilst I did have many friends at university and at the insurance company I worked for, I’d never had a girlfriend much less touched a girl. Looking back I suppose that boys were happy to be friends with me because I presented no competition to them with the girls and girls were happy with me because they didn’t see me as a potential conqueror, riding into their lives to rape and pillage. Consequently I think I was seen as ‘safe’ by both sides.

I tenderly inserted my finger into Mother’s hole and was really surprised at how wet she was. I expected it to be damp or even moist but she was soaking wet. In other circumstances I’d have sworn she had wet herself. As I moved my finger in and out she gently guided my hand so that my finger moved just out of the hole and rubbed a little bump just above the entrance at the top. Her groaning became noticeably louder. She began to urge me on.

"Wank me darling. Ooohh yes just there. That’s it. Flick it gently with your finger-tip. Ooohh yes just there."

Her calling out became more urgent and her language more profane. She was using words that I would never had thought she even knew, let alone would use. Suddenly, she jumped up and swung herself up the bed and on top of me. She was surprisingly agile for a very large lady. She finally settled with her wide-open cunt right above my face. I had never seen anything so beautiful. The lips gaped wide with fold after fold of plump flesh on either side. I could easily see the little lump that I had been rubbing looking quite red and angry. She lowered herself onto my face and instinctively I began to lick everywhere that my mouth came in contact with. Mother was therefore able to control things by moving backwards and forwards, left to right and even up and down when she wanted to increase the pressure. The musky fragrance was heady and I could smell my own spunk mingling with her sensual odour. After just a few minutes of my intense licking and her intense grinding, she pushed down so hard that I thought I would suffocate. She ground into my mouth and screamed a scream so loud that I thought it would be heard down the whole street. She became even wetter at this point as a torrent of her juices flooded my mouth, soaking my face, hair and neck. She threw herself off me and laid on the bed frantically rubbing her fat thighs together in the afterthrows of her orgasm.

As we laid there cuddling each other, Mother said, "I cannot remember the last time I came with such force, my darling."

"That was truly wonderful. Where did you learn to do that?"

"Learn what?" I asked

"To lick like that. How many women did you practice on at university to be that good?"

"Mother!" I said a little embarrassed at the fact that she thought I’d had that many women.

"I’ve never done that to a girl before."

"What?" she said.

"I’ve never done that or anything else to a girl before."

"Never been with a woman?"

"What about with boys?"

"Mother!" I was affronted.

"Why ever not? They can be quite lovely. Haven’t you ever fancied a boy"

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to answer. She could tell from my inflamed cheeks that I had.

"Darling why have you never had sex with anyone before? Please tell me, I want to help. It’s not good for a person to be so frustrated for so long."

After swallowing hard I said in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment, "I don’t know, I guess it’s like you said, I’m not man enough for the girls and not girl enough for the men. I get on really well with all the people at work, just like at Uni. but they don’t seem interested in me in that way."

"Tell me," she said "do you get on better with the men at work or the women."

"Both, I guess," I said, "I suppose I do seem to spend more time chatting to the women at coffee and lunch times though."

"You know darling," she said, "I do think you are more like a daughter than you or even I thought. When you said last night that you’d be the best daughter you could be, what exactly did you mean."

She kind of stumped me with that one. I had no idea quite what I had meant, other than there was an instinctive drive in me to be the best at what ever I had committed to do. I also had a need to please my Mother. Not because I needed to win her approval or anything that crass but out of genuine love for her.

I explained how I felt to her and she laid there thinking for a few moments before saying, "Do you really mean that you would be a daughter for me. Truly the daughter I never had and always wanted?"

"Mum, you know I would do anything for you. Just ask and it’s yours."

Some might see those as rash words but I meant them and nothing she could ask would have meant that I would not have been prepared to deliver.

"Well," she said thoughtfully, "you did spend last night in one of my nighties.....and today is Saturday so you don’t have to go to work........and we would be spending the day together anyway..........so........"

"Come on Mother," I said in a teasing manner, "get to the point."

"Well, would you spend the whole day dressed as my daughter?"

"Mother, if it will please you I will spend the whole weekend dressed as your daughter."

"Oh! You are the sweetest son a mother could have," she said.

"Yes but for today I’ll be the sweetest daughter a mother could have" I said.

She laughed out loud and any tension that might of been there instantly evaporated.

A new relationship began that morning. As close as we’d always been to each other we suddenly became even closer that morning. I went into the bathroom to shave and Mother came in and sat down on the toilet for her first session of the day. There was I shaving and my mother was weeing and pooping on the toilet just 18 inches from where I was standing. She squatted as she stood to wipe herself front and back, leant over and kissed my cheek as she pushed the handle down to flush the toilet. She then got into the shower and I was treated to the exquisite sight of a very plump figure stretching and bending in all positions through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle.

Before I got into the shower Mother asked if I would mind if she removed my body hair so that I would look more the part of a daughter.

"Of course not," I said, "do you want me to shave it all off, only I’m not sure how I will do my back and if you do it you may cut me as you’re not used to using a razor."

"No don’t bother with that, we’ll use hair removing cream. I keep well stocked up for when I do my legs and under my arms, I’m sure I have enough."

She then spread the pungent cream all over me with a spatula, leaving only my pubes intact. We waited 10 minutes and she gently scraped all the hair off. Any residue was washed away when I showered. Mother helped me pat my newly sensitive skin dry and applied some fragrant body lotion all over me.

"Now lets get dressed," she said.

"Do you mind wearing some of my clothes darling, only I don’t have any others at present. I will get some especially for you but will they do for now."

 

Get some for me were the first words that indicated that this was to be a more enduring act than the one off that I assumed it was to be. Not that I minded at all. After all, I was the one who said that I would dress all weekend not just for the Saturday.

We got dressed simultaneously. As Mother put an article on, she helped me put a similar one.

My mother, and indeed her friends, are respectable somewhat conservative ladies, so her clothes were in keeping with this.

She first brought out two corselettes for us to wear. All elastic, they encompassed a bra top right down to the suspenders at the bottom to hold up our stockings. Mother explained that some corselettes do have a clip under bottom but she preferred the open bottomed type so she could get to her knickers, and her cunt, easier.

She stepped into hers pulling the cups over her huge breasts and I followed suit stepping into mine. Unfortunately, I had no breasts, huge or otherwise to fill the cups with, so we padded out the cups with a copious amount of paper tissues. Next she put on some flesh-coloured stockings that she clipped onto her suspenders and helped me with mine. The feel of the nylon on my newly exposed legs was exhilarating. We both stepped into our white cotton knickers. Mother knickers are very full and frankly she did fill them out so much better than I did. She found us some shoes to wear. She doesn’t wear incredibly high heels so they were much easier to walk in than I’d feared. A short sleeved cotton print dress was provided for me and Mother wore one very similar.

Next she sat and put on her make-up. Again she went first and then she did me. Powder, a little eye shadow and lipstick was applied. Like Mother I have a natural wave in my hair and Mother found that a little coaxing with curlers and tongs easily turned my hair to a short but authentic looking female style. Certainly one that is not unpopular amongst women of her age. It was when I was practising walking up and down in the heels that it became obvious, to Mother at least, that there was something not quite right. As I moved I found that despite my best efforts to look feminine, which my mother complimented me on, I just didn’t move right. Suddenly, she cried, "It’s your breasts!" "What about them," I said. "They don’t move. They’re too light." I must have looked somewhat puzzled.

"You see darling tits like mine are really very heavy. That’s why they sag over the years. If I’d been a slight girl with small tits, they would probably have stayed quite firm." I wasn’t sure that I liked the idea of my mother with tiny tits. I liked the cushioned effect as I cuddled up to her and now having seen them naked I thought they looked the most splendid tits in the world.

"As a big woman," she continued, "they sag and whilst you now look just like a big woman, you have no sag, because there’s no weight. It doesn’t look real. We have to give you some weight to carry there."

Well, we tried all sorts of different things until Mother hit upon a brilliant solution. We got some balloons from the cupboard and filled them with warm water. Tied them off and placed them in the bra cups. It was fantastic. As I walked they moved just like real boobs. I didn’t know what real boobs felt like bouncing in a bra but to my mind, they felt like real boobs. And additionally, by placing the end of the balloon where you tie it off at the front it looked like I had nice nipples pressing against the cups of my corselette. We had achieved the right look in next to no time.

Mother was so keen for me to go out like this. "I’ve never been shopping with my daughter, so can I now?"

"I don’t know Mother, people will see me and laugh." I said.

"Stephen, of course they won’t, silly, all they will see is a mother and daughter out shopping. You look wonderful. You don’t really think I’d expose the one person in the world that I love most to ridicule do you? You are my daughter. You look like it, you move like it you even sound like it. You look lovely and I want to let everyone see that."

"Well, they certainly will know something’s up if you call me Stephen while we’re out." I said.

"Yes, of course, you’re right, you need a girls name."

"Well, you gave me the name Stephen, was there a name you had in mind if I’d have been born a girl?"

"Well that’s just it. The name I really wanted, set my heart upon was Stephanie. But when you were born I was so disappointed you weren’t a girl that I really couldn’t set my mind to making an original choice so I settled on shortening it to Stephen."

"Well, Stephanie it is then. It might make things easier in other ways as well. At least it’s not even a change to my initials."

Mother and I drove to the town and parked the car. It felt so strange to be out with the breeze gently blowing up my dress and cooling my nether regions. We didn’t shop for anything special before lunch, just window-shopped and enjoyed being out together. For lunch we went to a lovely teashop that was part of a small department store. Having had two cups of tea I badly needed to go to the toilet. Mother accompanied me but only after reminding me that we were going to the ‘ladies’ and not the ‘gents’. She also reminded me that ladies sit to wee, a fact that brought back the vision of my mother sitting on the toilet just that morning. That vision started to get me hard. I told Mother that I thought I might be having a problem. She told me that I’d just have to make sure that I kept it against my belly and that my corselette would keep it in place. When we got to the ladies she had to concede that that just wasn’t working. "Frankly darling, I could see the bulge as I was walking alongside you to the toilet. Go in one of the cubicles and when you’ve been wee give yourself a wank. I did as I was told but couldn’t cum. Mother was waiting outside applying a little powder. Not that she needed any but she had to look like he was there for a legitimate purpose. I was frantically trying to cum but the more I tried the less I’ knew I’d make it.

Mother asked in a whisper through the door if I was OK and I said, "No, not really."

With no-one else in there at the time she told me to open the door. I did and she came in. "My goodness darling, you really are very hard aren’t you. We must do something about it, there’s no way you can go out like that, we’d never hide it. What can I do to help?"

Tearfully, I started to say, "I don’t know."

"There, there darling don’t fret, Mummy will sort it."

Although the cubicle wasn’t that big Mother removed her dress and slipped her knickers down to her ankles. She then bent over the lavatory and said, "Right, slip it in."

"Mother," I said, "I can’t do that to you and even if I could I certainly couldn’t do it in here."

From over her shoulder she said, "Of course, you can darling, I’d love you to, please, for Mummy."

So I slid my thick and very hard cock in between her thighs where using one hand she guided me in. To feel her hairy lips against the sensitive tip of my cock was incredible. I slid the length the length in until my tummy pressed against her fleshy round buttocks. I steadied myself by holding onto her fat hips and started to pump. As I pumped I looked down and could see her arsehole almost pulsating. She started to grunt like a pig as she tried to stifle those screams that I’d heard just that morning. My mother was obviously enjoying this as much as I was although it’s difficult to relax and really enjoy things in this type of almost surreal situation. I didn’t have to pump very long before I sprayed my mother’s womb with a thick wad of hot creamy spunk and what a load it was. When she felt that I was fully spent she quickly pulled her knickers up.

"Mum, don’t you want to wipe it away?" I said.

"What? And waste it all, no of course I don’t. Darling the feeling of walking around with a cunt full of spunk is absolutely lovely. Gradually some of it will start oozing out into my knickers and that sensation is so naughty that I love it as much."

"But what if you get pregnant?" I replied

"Now that’s not going to happen, silly girl. I’m already well through my change aren’t I. I can’t get pregnant now by you or anyone else."

We straightened ourselves up and left the toilet and the store. After that episode shopping was pretty uneventful. Mum wanted to buy me some clothes that I could call my own but I managed to persuade her that, if she didn’t mind, I’d rather wear her clothes. I found them exciting. They were elegant and smart and most of all – hers.

On the way home Mother stopped the car outside two of her friends’ home. It was a house not dissimilar to our own. Fairly unremarkable although beautifully kept. The front garden was immaculate and the interior decor was tasteful and stylish. This was the first time that I had been with Mothers friends outside the normal group of five.

Emma was a lovely lady. She sat with a permanent smile upon her face and nothing ever seemed to rile her. She always saw the best in people and was a thoroughly nice person to be around. Whilst all my mothers friends were rotund like herself, Emma was particular in one distinct way. English ladies are often said to be ‘pear-shaped’ invariably being larger round their bottom half than the top, an unpopular fact that seems to occupy their every waking thought. On whatever scale you might choose to measure these things, one thing is for sure, Emma is at the top of the scale. She had the largest bottom I have ever seen on a woman. Amazingly, she still carried herself with a grace that is often non-existent in many women half her size.

They say opposites attract and in that respect Olive was the perfect complement to Emma. Olive had an opinion on almost every subject raised and knew how to compellingly argue it. She was assertive without any trace of aggression. Still a very pleasant lady she was physically opposite to Emma in that whilst still very large, her bottom was in proportion to the rest of her. If her bottom was in proportion there was no doubt that her bust wasn’t. I couldn’t begin to guess how many boxes of paper tissues Mother would have had to use if we tried to pad out one of Olive’s bras.

Well, we had tea and chatted as though we always did this on a Saturday afternoon. They paid no attention to my being dressed up and treated me in just the same way that I’d come to be treated over the past few years – as one of them. We were almost at the point of leaving when Mother blurted out the question that I’d ask just the night before. "Stephanie asked me last night if you and two and Jane and Marjorie were lesbians."

It was that cool. She’d used exactly the same words I’d used. I was embarrassed at how inelegantly I’d put it last night and that my own mother could be so crass as to recall something that personal in such a stark manner. I felt my cheeks burn and I could only sit with my hands in my lap and watch them twiddle with a length of ribbon.

"Stephanie, my dear," said Emma, "please don’t be embarrassed. We all knew that you’d ask sooner or later and to be frank, I think we’re surprised it is this late."

"That’s exactly what I told her," Mother said.

Olive took up the conversation. "You have to realise, Stephanie, that Jane and I have both been married and know what living with a man is like and we don’t hate them."

Oh no, no, no," said Emma, "we love them, just not living with them."

"We all decided," said Mother, "long ago that when you asked we would be open and honest with you. Open to the point that you could have no questions left because we would have answered them all."

"And one more thing," said Olive, "I don’t know whether your mother has told you but as far as we are all concerned whilst you may physically look a lot different to us, although we really do look quite a lot different from each other, we consider you to be just like us. You obviously like our company, and I personally, would venture to guess that you prefer it to the company of other men. Again personally, I value your company and would be very sad indeed if you now decided you didn’t want to be part of our little group."

I was still sitting with my gaze fixed on my hands and my cheeks burning just as hotly. The conversation just stopped. I realised much later that Olive had this ability to say something in such a way that it was really ver difficult to follow. On this occasion they all just sat and were evidently waiting for me to speak.

I took a deep breath and said just what I felt. "Far from wishing to distance myself from your group I wish I could be even more a part of it. I wish I were more like you all in every way. I can’t think of anything nicer that to be just like you and the saddest part of what I have just said is that I know that it cannot be. I am not really like you at all although Mother dressing and treating me as her daughter has been a wonderful experience that I can only hope she wishes to continue. Whilst you are all so refined, elegant and feminine I am so clumsy and crude and as you would say a typical boorish man," and having spoken out I burst into tears.

All three came rushing over to the armchair I was sitting in to comfort me. They truly were kind in the way that they spoke and dried my eyes and in the way that they disagreed with almost everything I had said. Evidently, I wasn’t clumsy or crude or boorish. I was no more like a man than they were and they were delighted and complimented by the fact that I so obviously wanted to be like them.

"Susan," Olive said, addressing my mother, "why don’t you and Stephanie stop for some dinner with us now. I’ll telephone Jane and Marjorie and ask them to come over and we’ll put our collective heads together and work out what’s best to do."

Mother looked at me to see whether I wanted to, probably fearing that I would rather leave. I just nodded through my handkerchief.

Olive and Mother went off to start preparing the meal leaving Emma and me sitting on the sofa. Emma sat with her arm round my shoulders telling me how it would all be alright. "You know, if anyone can see a way through situations that confound everyone else it’s Marjorie."

Marjorie did have one of those incisive minds that cut straight to the heart of the issue. She had trained as something to do with psychology years ago and would listen to a conversation, saying nothing, and would suddenly come out with a comment that could stop every one in their tracks because of it’s simple use of detached logic.

Jane and Marjorie arrived. Unlike Emma and Olive, who were really quite different to each other and complemented themselves in that way, Jane and Marjorie looked like sisters. They had different personalities of course but they looked like two peas from the same pod. Mother sat them down with me and recounted everything including, to my amazement what took place that morning and in the toilet. She told them of my feelings so that I didn’t have to say it all again and get myself even more upset.

Dinner was a lovely time and although I was much quieter than usual I did join in at times. The others were quite aware that I was subdued and when we sat down after dinner with some coffee, we got down to ‘the business in hand’.

As I had expected, after much talking Marjorie spoke up.

"Stephanie, my darling girl, can I just confirm a few things."

I nodded.

"Are we right in surmising that you feel so close to us that you would actually rather be like us than like you currently are?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Are you really sure?" said Marjorie.

"Oh! Yes Marjorie, I really am very sure."

"Forgive me my dear, but isn’t this all a bit sudden. After all it was only last evening that you began discussing things with your mother. Today was your first times as a girl and you suddenly decide that you want to be a woman. How can you be so sure."

Marjorie had cut to the chase. It was all very sudden, but too sudden? Were my feelings genuine or were they betraying me in some warped way? I sat quietly for a few moments before replying.

"All I can say is this. I do genuinely feel this way. You are quite right, it is sudden, but not too sudden. If I were to rationalise it I would say that I have wanted to be like you all for a long, long time. It wasn’t until now that I’ve realised in what way I was still different. I always thought of myself as the same as you but different. I know that doesn’t make sense but it does to me. If I could snap my fingers now and be just like you, any one of you, I would snap my fingers without a moments hesitation."

"Well, my dear, I for one am convinced and will do everything necessary to make this happen successfully." Said Marjorie.

Everyone sighed as if the ‘seal of approval’ had been given, as if some great weight had been lifted off our collective shoulders.

"Forgive me," I said breaking up the revelry, "but what exactly can be done?"

"Oh, that’s the easy part my dear. That path is quite clear. We must all help you to become a woman."

Everyone nodded as if they had known the answer all along. They even looked as if they knew exactly what was to take place.

"Stephanie," Mother said, "over the years we have talked about many things between us. Years ago when we decided that when you asked us about our sexuality we would tell you everything, we also thought about what we would do depending on your response. We thought that one of the outcomes might be that you’d desire to be a woman yourself. I personally, hoped you’d say that. The fact that you’d like to continue wearing my clothes and not those normally worn by younger women and the fact that you’d like to be more like us than a young flighty girl is beyond anything I could have dreamed of. We know what to do and if you will entrust yourself to us we will make you very happy. But please understand this, it will be a long road, much longer than you think. We are not talking about a simple operation and you will be a woman. Oh, there are people who do it like that but they only become a woman physically. We want you to become a woman experientially."

I had little understanding about what my mother had just said, and they could see it on my face, but I knew enough to say, "I’ll place myself entirely in our hands."

"Right," said Marjorie, assuming command again, "firstly, we will outline the entire plan for you so you know what’s happening, why it’s happening and your role in it.

You will move through a number of stages in your transition to womanhood. For this you will need to leave your job and don’t worry about how you’ll manage financially, we are all quite comfortably off and as we’re all in this together we all bear the joy and responsibility of the programme. Susan, why don’t you explain to your daughter what will happen."

"Very well. Stephanie, with Marjorie’s help we realised a long time ago that if you were to transition you needed to experience growing into a woman rather than just becoming one. None of us was born a woman. We were born as baby girls. Grew into little schoolgirls, then bigger schoolgirls, teenagers, young women and then fully mature women. Stephanie, Marjorie thinks and we all agree that you should go through the same sort of transition. Of course it can’t be over the same period of time but you need it to happen. More than that, and I’ve only come to realise this today, I need it to happen as well. Suddenly, having a fully-grown daughter has been a bit of a shock to me too. I missed out on having a baby girl who would gradually grow up.

Our plan is this. First, you will go into a private clinic that we had already identified for some surgery. You will be there for nine weeks where they will permanently remove all your male body hair leaving only your pubic hair and hair under your arms. That will then be removed with conventional hair removing cream so that it can grow back in future. They will then reform your cock and balls into a beautiful little vagina. It will be reformed to look exactly like a baby girls. It will be small and very tight, just a slit. You will begin a prescribed a course of hormones, which will begin to take effect on both your emotions and your physique. Physically, the course will make you chubby in a short period of time. This will make you look a little more like a baby early on and will help as you move through to maturity as a woman. They will make a small adjustment to your vocal chords as well. You will not have any breast implants at all. When they are finished you will look just like a large baby girl. When you return to us we will treat you as a baby girl for three months."

"If I can interject for just a moment Susan," said Jane, "We have also taken care to consider your mothers position as well Stephanie. We feel it is most important that for the nine weeks you are away she has an experience that is aligned to your own. Quite separately she will attend the same clinic for a small procedure. She will have what can only be described as a ‘bladder’ in her womb. This will be gradually inflated over the nine weeks until she will finally look nine months pregnant. In other words, each week she will grow the equivalent of one month. Just before you return she will embark on a ‘birthing’ process that we have devised that will culminate in her giving birth to a new baby girl – you."

"Thankyou Jane. I have to admit to being slightly apprehensive about my ‘pregnancy but greatly thrilled at the same time. If I can remember that far back, I recall feeling exactly the same mix of emotions the first time around. Now, back to you Stephanie. I was saying that you will remain a baby girl for three months. After the three months you will be allowed to grow up into a little girl and will spend the next six months gradually growing up. In nine months time you will spend three months as a young schoolgirl although still living at home. This means that in one year’s time you will be ready to go to girls’ boarding school. During the six months you spend there you will have two small operations, both to insert implants into by now growing bust. The first operation will take you from an A cup to a B cup. The second operation will increase you to a C cup. You will be able to decide what ultimate size you want your tits to be when you are a fully-grown woman, which will be in nearly 2 years time. All of this can start just as soon as Marjorie can make the arrangements but you have to agree to it and we certainly do not want to push you into doing it now or doing it at all."

The precise nature of every detail had taken my breath away somewhat. I sat there dazed but with a smile on my face that must have resembled a little child on Christmas morning. Without hesitation I simply said "Oh, yes, please."

Mother said, "Stephanie are you really sure? It is a big step."

"Mother," I said, "at this moment I am more sure of wanting this to happen than anything else I can think of. If you don’t go ahead I will be quite the most miserable person you have ever seen. Marjorie, please make the arrangements and pleas do ask if they can take me as soon as possible. If I could right at this minute I would not hesitate for a single second."

Marjorie said, "When I initially checked up on all this they said they would need at least a couple of days notice. I know it’s late but I’ll try them on the phone now."

When she came back she said just one word, "Monday."

I couldn’t wait for Monday to come.

 

 

Chapter Three – My Transformation Begins

When we arrived home on Saturday evening I was exhausted and I’m sure Mother felt the same. We kicked off our shoes and settled down with a cup of hot chocolate before turning in for bed. It felt so nice, mother and daughter sitting together on the sofa sipping a bedtime drink. Mother asked where I would like to sleep tonight although I think she already had a good idea I’d say with her. We changed into our nighties and fell into bed. We hugged and I’m sure neither of us thought that we would simply drop off to sleep but that’s exactly what happened.

The next thing I knew was that it was morning as I awoke in the bed alone. For a mere second I was scared that something bad had happened. I t was an irrational fear but they are so often the most frightening.

I climbed out of bed and went to the toilet, remembering to sit. As I was weeing, Mother came in. She’d been to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for us both and had brought them to the bedroom.

"What does it feel like to wee from your fanny Mother," I asked

"I’m not sure I can explain it dear," she replied.

"Can I watch when you go?" I asked.

"Well you did yesterday," she said.

"No I mean really close up."

"Of course you can if you want to darling. Let me drink my tea and I’m sure I’ll need to go. If you wait until I’ve had breakfast you can watch me poop," she giggled.

"I’d really like that," I said much to her surprise.

She was right. After breakfast she was indeed ready for a wee and a shit. She sat well back on the seat and leant against the cistern so I could get a really good view of her fanny as the wee gushed from her. She then turned 180 degrees around so she was facing the cistern and leant as far forward as she could. By crouching on the floor I could see her arsehole clearly and was rewarded as her first turd appeared. It pushed the arsehole open and grew to about nine inches before a spasm in her hole cut it off causing it to drop with a splash down the pan. When she finished she asked if I’d like to clean her up as she would be spending a lot of time cleaning me up over the next few months. I was pleased to and she told me all about how ladies are to clean themselves to avoid any chance of infection.

"Mum, that was really lovely," was all I could say, and then followed up by saying, "and when I’m all grown up I want to look just like you."

"Well dear, I dare say you will look quite a lot like me. You know daughter often grow up to look like their mothers. I certainly did."

"Mother, are all women as hairy as you?" I asked.

"No dear, not all. I am quite hairy but by no means the hairiest. Marjorie is quite the hairiest woman I have personally ever seen. Not only in the immediate are of her cunt either. Her arsehole is a forest. You would have had a job seeing exactly where the turd was coming from if you’d been watching Marjorie just now. And her hair covers her thighs and tummy right up to her navel. On the other hand Jane had so little there that she decided that she might as well not have any. She covered the area with a gentle hair removing cream and washed it all away. You know, her hair cannot have been very resilient because it has never grown back. She is completely hairless between her legs."

"Just like I’ll be soon."

"Just like you’ll be tomorrow darling, although you’ll be quite different from Jane in one major way."

"Oh, what’s that?"

"Well, when you were at school and at university did you ever have to shower with the other boys?"

"Yes, at school after we’d finished PE and once at uni. when a number of us went swimming. Why?"

"Well did all the boys look the same? You know their cocks and balls? Were they all the same?"

"Well no they weren’t, I guess."

"Come on darling, don’t be bashful. I’m being honest with you about a lot of things and honesty is a two way street. How were they different?"

Well, some were obviously much larger than others. Some had been circumcised and some were more like me. Strangely, some seemed much darker than others yet the boys were much the same colour everywhere else. Some boys were very hairy although non of them were like Jane without any hair."

"And what was the biggest you ever saw?"

I coloured up considerably as I remembered a specific occasion at school.

"One of the boys at school was quite large and every time we showered and I saw him I seemed to be transfixed by it. I just couldn’t take my eyes off it. Anyway, one day I helped clear all the gym gear away and so I was the last into and then out of the showers and by the time I got back in the changing room everyone had gone. At least I thought they’d all gone. As I turned the corner of the showers I saw this boy. He was laying on the bench wanking his cock. He was huge and the knob at the top looked like it was going to explode. It wasn’t only that his cock was long but it was so thick. He certainly couldn’t get his hand all the way round it. I stayed there and watched as he wanked for a good few minutes and the knob that looked like it was going to explode did indeed explode. I quietly ducked back round the corner and stayed there until he dressed and left, then I did."

"My, that sounds like quite an experience. Did the picture of what happened stay with you."

I coloured even more but knew that I had to, no wanted to be honest.

"I wanked myself off every morning and every night for weeks just thinking of him."

There was a bit of a silence that descended as Mum perhaps thought I was going to add more but I wasn’t. There wasn’t anything else to add.

"So what’s this all got to do with Jane and how she looks different to how I’ll look soon?"

Oh yes, I’d quite forgotten what started all that. Got lost in thought about such a large cock. Well, in the same way that all those boys’ cocks were different and by the same token all men’s’ cocks are different, well girls vaginas are all different. Soon you will have a nice tight little slit, bald yes, but nice and tight. Jane on the other hand has pussy lips that are simply huge. They hang down outside her, meaning that her hole is always open. There is just fold after fold of fleshy cunt lip that hang out of her. I have to admit that there is nothing quite like having your head between her thighs and sucking that flesh into your mouth. A real mouthful I’ll tell you."

Hearing my own mother speak in this way was exciting and shocking both at the same time. My face must have been the colour of a London bus because Mother picked up the conversation.

"I’m sorry dear, I’m embarrassing you but you need to know everything. No, I want you to know everything. All five of us regularly get together and enjoy each others bodies. Although Marjorie and Jane live together and Emma and Olive live together and I live with you, we swap partners and often stay all together just enjoying what ever takes our fancy. Sometimes we’ll be on our own but sometimes we’ll have a man or some men there."

"I can see that from your face this shocks you," looking down she continued, "and from another quarter it seems to excite you. I think we should relieve you of that hardness? It must be painful. How can I help?"

"You seem to have done quite well up to now without suggestions from me so why don’t you choose," I said with a smile on my slightly less red face.

"Well why don’t we have a slightly more relaxed time than we had yesterday in the toilet."

With that she took off her nightie and knelt on her hands and knees on the bed. I climbed on behind her and like yesterday slipped my cock between her massive thighs and, again she helped me into her waiting cunt. Unlike yesterday, I was able to relax and get a slower and more enjoyable pace going. Unlike yesterday, Mother was able to grunt like a pig audibly rather than suppressing her screams of ecstasy.

I had been fucking her for a few minutes when she put her hand back between her legs. I thought she must want to adjust my cock into a more comfortable or pleasing position for her but as she grasped my cock she jiggled her hips and pushed back on my cock with it’s tip right against her arsehole. As I looked down at what was happening I saw my cock completely disappear into her arsehole. Whilst I was enjoying the feeling of her cunt walls gripping my cock, the feeling of secret hole was sensational. She was so tight and was able to grip me even harder now than before. As I rode her she was doing her part by matching my rhythm and meeting my thrusts by pushing backwards with quite some force. Needless to say, I couldn’t keep this up for very long and shot my load of spunk deep into her bowel. All of this was accompanied by Mother squealing like a pig and me grunting like a horse. The force of our fucking left us both collapsed and spent on the bed and we promptly dropped off to sleep through sheer exhaustion.

When I awoke I was treated to one of my most abiding visions. My face was close enough to Mother’s bottom to be able to kiss it if I had wanted. Dribbling from her arsehole was a gentle stream of my spunk, running down her thigh and onto the bed sheet. I slowly inserted my finger into her arsehole. Mother wriggled and moaned her approval. I wiped her hole with a tissue and then started to lick it. She moaned louder and slowly shifted her position until in the end she was on her knees again with her hand between her thighs. As I licked she wanked herself more and more furiously until she climaxed with a loud shriek. She collapsed onto the bed again where I left her to sleep and recover slowly. I showered and slipped on Mother’s robe. When I returned to the bedroom with a cup of tea for her she was just emerging from the shower herself. We used the same process to dress as we had used on Saturday but with more casual clothes. Mother wore a very brief thong, leggings with a very large T-shirt thrown over her braless top. With some casual deck shoes on and a scarf wrapped around her head she was finished. I, on the other hand, wore a bra, with balloons, large frilly knickers, a very short skirt, and short blouse that left by tummy showing and heels. When I asked Mother where these more exciting clothes had come from she simply said, "Darling, you don’t think I always dress as a representative of the ‘blue rinse set’ do you?"

Mother and I spent Sunday on our own. The others considerately felt that we ought to have some time alone together. There was so much to come to terms with. So much had happened over so short a period of time. It was a delightful day. Mother persuaded me that a pub lunch would be best and that no one would take any notice of either of us and again she was right, well almost. I did see a number of men, not all older I might add, who simply could not take their eyes of Mother’s swaying tits as they swung free under her top. She obviously saw them looking at her because her nipples became very hard and really quite pronounced.

The afternoon was spent dozing in the garden and in the evening I started to pack some things in a bag for the next day. Mother very quickly put all my things back in their old place and explained that since I was to become a new person the things from my old self would be quite redundant. She did however remind me that I needed to write a letter to my boss Mrs. Cann resigning from the company. So when Monday morning arrived I got into Marjorie’s car with no bag or anything from my life as Stephen and with the knowledge that when I returned in 9 weeks time all my things would be gone and replaced with what was needed for Baby Stephanie.

Unbeknown to me at this time was the fact that Emma and Olive had suggested that they take on the role of interior designers and would have my room redecorated and all my possessions replaced. I think this was a great deal off my mother’s mind. She was going to have enough to cope with being ‘pregnant’. It also reinforced in her mind the fact that she wasn’t in this alone, they were all there to support her and they saw a positive role for them all.

So, Marjorie and Jane accompanied me on the 80-mile drive to the clinic. It turned out to be an old house deep in England’s countryside, with it’s own grounds and a stony drive up to the main door. Marjorie booked me in and both she and Jane came with me as a nurse escorted us to my bedroom. I was told to take off my clothes, which were put in a bag and would be taken back to Mother by Jane. Jane then stood to face me with her hands on my shoulders and looked me full in the eyes.

"Stephanie, please be a good girl. Everyone here is here to help you so please do as they ask. Your Mother will not be visiting you as this would mean that she will see her baby girl before completing her term but one of us will be along to see you each day. Stephanie, know this, we all love you very much. Probably more than you can imagine. We will do everything to ensure that the plan brings you, your mother and us a great deal of happiness. Everything is going to be wonderful my dear, just try and relax, you’ll enjoy things so much more that way I’m sure."

With that they both kissed me affectionately on the cheek and left. I sat there wondering what I should do next. I didn’t have long to wonder because the door opened and in walked a nurse. She was quite unlike the pretty young girl who had shown us to the room. This one was more like an old fashioned matron. She stood there observing me for a full minute before her faced burst into the broadest smile I had seen all day. Her whole demeanour changed and she now looked more like a lovely old maiden aunt.

"Yes, you’ll do Stephanie. You will make a wonderful little girl. Sorry if I worried you, I just wanted to check your facial bone structure. I’m Dr. Gage. I’ll be performing the surgery and overseeing your stay with us here at Lowmeads."

And I thought she was ‘just a nurse’. Dr. Gage explained what precisely was going to happen during my stay and paid particular attention to explain the timings of everything. At the end she summarised it all by pinning a copy of the diary of events on the little notice board by my bed. She explained that for some of the time they would need my complete co-operation whilst at other times I would be sedated and would know little or nothing of what was happening. I stood a good chance of losing whole days from my memory, as I would go to sleep one day and not wake again for maybe three days. She put me totally at ease and said that they would start that day by giving me some hormone injections and permanently removing most of my body hair.

The same young nurse that showed me to the room returned to give me the injections. I discovered her name was Joanna. She talked incessantly about being a girl and how nice it will be for me when I’m a fully-grown woman. I had one jab in each buttock, one in my cock (which was a bit painful), one near each nipple and finally a larger one in my arm.

The laser removal of my hair was not in the least painful but really quite boring. Because Mother had removed my body hair just a couple of days earlier there wasn’t a great deal to see as the laser beam scanned across my body killing of the hair follicles. When it came to between my legs they had to be extremely careful to leave me a luxuriant bush of pubic hair but remove the hair around it. They spend a very long time on my face. Not only did the beam erase my beard and sideburns but also around my eyebrows. This was particularly intricate work so I had to lie extremely still. When they had finished with the laser, and much to my surprise, they removed my under arm hair again and my pubic hair with, what they told me was a particularly strong hair removing gel. They told me not to expect any growth there for at least nine months and probably nearer a year.

I was then taken back to my room and dressed in a hospital nightie by Joanna. She brought me a light salad and when I’d finished she took the tray away and giving me a kiss on the forehead tucked me up for the night and turned the light off.

Dr. Gage was true to her word because I really knew little of what took place over the next days and weeks. I know I drifted into consciousness at times and was aware of seeing Joanna, Dr. Gage, Emma, Jane, Olive and Marjorie at times. But it was difficult to know what was reality and what was my dreamworld as at times I seemed to see school friends, my old boss and even Mother.

The first time I knew for sure I was awake, I awoke to see lovely warm sunshine shining into my room, gently blowing the net curtain at the window. I lay there for a few minutes just looking at the sunshine on the ceiling and trying to decide how I felt. Suddenly a voice softly said, "Your back with us then darling?"

I turned my head to see the smiling face of Emma. I was so pleased to see her and felt such a sense of love that I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. They started to run down my cheeks.

"There, there, darling," Emma said soothingly dabbing my eyes with a handkerchief.

"There’s nothing to cry for, you’re fine. Everything’s alright."

"I know," was all I could sob, "I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying, I just feel emotional. Not unhappy, I’m so happy but a bit emotional."

"It’s probably the hormones. They’ll settle down. How do you feel, physically I mean?"

"I don’t know," I said, "weak, for a start."

"Well you will feel weak for a long while!" It was Joanna entering the room with a bright cheery smile and a bounce in her step.

"You’ve had surgery, no exercise for nearly 3 weeks and you’ve slept nearly all that time."

"Three weeks!" I said, "it can’t be three weeks."

"Well, it is, three weeks and one day to be precise," said Joanna.

"And one of us has been with you every day," said Emma.

"How’s Mother," I asked.

"Blooming! You know I have known your mother for the better part of 20 years and I can honestly say I have never seen her look better. She looks positively radiant. She cam in here the day they started on you and left the following morning. She has quite a tummy on her now. She’s not far off being half way through her term. We banned her from asking after you but she takes no notice and keeps asking. All Marjorie says is that baby appears to be doing nicely ‘in there’. We’re trying to keep a video diary of her pregnancy so you can see it when you’re all grown up"

I tried to smile but felt too weak.

"If I’ve been asleep for three weeks"

"And one day," interjected Joanna.

"Three weeks and one day, why do I feel so tired."

Joanna and Emma both laughed and I made a weak attempt to laugh with them.

"Back to sleep now for a little while and we’ll talk some more at tea time" ordered Joanna.

Emma kissed me goodbye and said she would see me again soon.

In the late afternoon Joanna woke me with a drink of water in a baby’s bottle. I hadn’t long drunk it when I told her I needed to do a wee.

"Then do one," she said.

"Well, can you help me to the loo please," I said somewhat indignantly.

"Don’t be a silly girl, babies don’t use toilets do they. They just go, so just go."

It may seem daft but up to then my mind was so full of cotton wool that I had not thought of why I was there. Suddenly, going to the loo was the last thing on my mind. Do I have a pussy was the big question flashing on my brain like a giant neon sign. So I asked her.

"Of course you do silly, you’re a little girl aren’t you? And little girls have a little pussy as their front bottom don’t they."

"What’s it like Joanna?" I asked tentatively.

"Like? Oh, it’s very pretty. Just like a baby’s. All smooth and soft. Just a nice little slit. All nice and smooth, not bulgy like little boys. It’s smooth and the slit runs right underneath and joins up with your back bottom slit. Would you like to see it?"

"Uumm, yes and no. I’m a bit frightened."

"Oh there’s nothing to be frightened of it looks lovely and it almost completely healed now. Come on let’s get your nappy off and show you."

Until that point I didn’t even realise I was wearing a nappy. Joanna pulled the covers back and pulled open the tabs on my nappy. As she pulled open the nappy a sudden gush of cool air blew the net curtain up in the air and all over my bottom. It felt so lovely. Joanna helped me to the edge of the bed so that I was facing the dressing mirror close by. She moved the mirror closer and I got the first look at my face. It was lovely and smooth and the hormones had caused my hair to grow at a fantastic rate. I now had a headful of wavy chestnut hair. They had done something with my lips because they were a good deal fuller than before and it was surprising how that alone had changed the total facial image. Joanna helped me to stand and there it was, my beautiful new vagina. She was absolutely right in every detail. I flopped back on the bed and she went to get a new nappy to put on me. As she lifted up my legs to put the nappy under me I could see my new vagina open just a little and the pink inner lips peeping out.

I felt so guilty when I wet my nappy not five minutes later and Joanna had to change me again. She just smiled and said, "well at least we know you’re water works are all OK. It won’t be long before you’ll be doing a little poo for me."

Because Joanna wasn’t embarrassed, any initial embarrassment that I felt left me. During my stay in the clinic Joanna was more right than she was wrong. It wasn’t long before I felt a poo building. I didn’t have the strength to push it or stop it so it just came. It actually felt really good with this warm sticky mess all around me and especially knowing that someone else would be cleaning me up.

Joanna left me in my dirty nappy for a long time and then said, "right baby, let’s get that stinky nappy off you and get you cleaned up ready for bed-i-byes."

She pulled the tabs and the smell of the shitty nappy came hot and strong. She wiped me with baby wipes and cleaned me up with some baby lotion.

"I’ll leave you to have a little kick for a while baby," she said as she left the room – with the door wide open.

I felt this need to cover up but wasn’t even strong enough to do that. I was literally as weak as a new-born baby. People walking along the corridor would glance in my direction and smile. Not a nasty smile but a nice one. As if they’d just seen a baby kicking on their changing mat. Just as two nurses passed the door and waved at me, Marjorie came round the corner and into the room. Of course, the first sight to greet her was me lying on my back, legs spread wide open showing off my new bald little cunt to the whole world.

"Oh my darling Stephanie, you look absolutely wonderful. You have quite the most delicious little cunt don’t you. And the hormones they’ve given you have plumped you up a bit. You look like a lovely little baby girl."

She walked straight up to the bed and gave me a nice little kiss right on my new pink lips. You look so lovely I ......."

She turned away and pulled her handkerchief from her handbag and put it to her face. "Auntie Marjorie, don’t cry," I said. Where the idea to call her ‘auntie’ came from but that just set her off crying even more.

"I’m sorry my darling Stephanie. It’s just that you look so lovely lying there and it suddenly occurred to me that the plan that I had helped design was actually working perfectly. And then when you called me auntie, well it was just such a lovely tender moment."

I think until that moment I’d thought that Marjorie was a tough old girl and didn’t go much in for feelings. I realised now that I was wrong. She was tender, she just didn’t like to let her guard down and show her feelings. I was to learn later that Marjorie was perhaps the tenderest person I’d ever met.

"You’re pleased with what you’ve seen are you Auntie?" I said happy to call her by her new title.

"Oh, it’s exquisite dear. You look delightful."

"Do you think it will good when I’m all grown up?"
"My dear I’m sure it will look wonderful."

"Do you think my hair will grow nicely."

"Why, do you want to be a hairy woman?"

"Oh, yes I’d like to look like a proper woman, not just a grown up girl."

"How hairy would you like to be, not that you can control it, unless you want less than you’ve got when you can always trim it."

"Oh I wouldn’t want to trim it, I’d like to be as hairy as I could be."

"Well, being very hairy does have its draw backs. For a start it takes a lot more wiping when you’ve been to the loo. You can sometimes get the hairs all caught up in your knickers as well. Then its not always as accessible to anyone who might like to get in there for anything, if you know what I mean."

"As you seem to know about being hairy, what are the advantages?"

"Well, I think it just looks the best. I know all about it because I am a very hairy woman, as no doubt your mother has told you. Would you like to see?"
"Oh yes Auntie that would be wonderful."

Auntie Marjorie went over and closed the door. She took off her skirt and her slip. She was wearing stockings, suspenders and large thick cotton knickers. She pulled her knickers down and took them right off. She stood right next to my head and my mind went back to the vision of my mother I’d had when I was a young boy.

But there the comparison really did end. Auntie Marjorie was a thick mass of dark brown curls. It wasn’t only the sheer thickness of her bush that was impressive but the length of the hair. It hung down well below her cunt. She then turned round and bent over pulling her massive cheeks apart. I could just make out her arsehole in amongst the mass of hair. Without thinking I reached out my hand to stroke it and to poke the hole. Auntie pushed back and pulled herself even wider open. My finger slipped in all the way up to my hand. It felt warm, sticky and very tight. Auntie groaned and I wiggled my finger. She groaned again so I pulled my finger out and thrust it back in again. She grunted quite loudly and I think this brought her to realise where she was. She moved forward and my finger plopped out.

"Oooh, my dear that was quite lovely. Now, let me give you a better look at my cunt."

With that she climbed onto the bed and squatted right over my face. Her hair was all over her inner thighs and as she held up her blouse I could see the hair above her cunt all the way up to her tummy button. Not a sparse trace of hair either, it was thick. Everywhere I could see it was covered in hair. She climbed down off the bed.

"Well my dear, what do you think. Do you still want to be a hairy woman?"

"Well as you said Auntie I won’t be able to choose but if I could I’d love to be like you. I’d love to have another look in the future too."

"Don’t fret on that account my dear, I think you will be seeing quite a lot of quite a lot of me in the future. And I’m sure you’ll be seeing quite a lot of the others too and I’m quite sure we’ll be seeing quite a lot of you too!"

Joanna came back in to put my new nappy on. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Auntie Marjorie standing there with no knickers on. Unbelievably, she actually licked her lips at the sight.

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t realise someone else was here, I just came back to put a clean nappy on Stephanie."

"That’s quite alright, I was just showing Stephanie what a mature woman looks like."

"Well," Joanna said, "I used to think I was mature but now I’ve seen that I think I might have to reassess how mature I am."

"Nonsense my dear, I’m sure you look quite lovely in that department."

"Possibly, but not at all like that, you look wonderful, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful," Joanna said with a warm glow about her cheeks."

"May I look closer?" Joanna said moving toward Auntie Marjorie with her hands reaching for her cunt.

"Well, only if you’ll reciprocate." Said Auntie.

I didn’t know that a nurse’s uniform, knickers and tights could be removed so quickly.

Within 10 seconds Joanna was standing there in just her bra, fingering Auntie for all she was worth. Auntie started fingering Joanna and with her other hand unhooked Joanna’s bra clasp. Her tits fell out and Auntie started sucking on them. I think Auntie would have called out when she orgasmed if she had not had a mouthful of nipple. When she’d finished she pushed Joanna on the bed next to me and tongued her fanny for all she was worth. Joanna almost climbed up the wall as she came with an enormous scream, which had to be well muffled by a mouthful of bed sheet.

And all I could do was just lay there and watch it all with no participation. I was so weak I could do nothing but close my eyes and hope the frustration I felt didn’t last too long. I should have realised then that I would receive no sexual stimulation for at least a year, until I was at senior school as a teenager.

Auntie and Joanna both dressed and Auntie helped her with my nappy. They both kissed me on my cheek and left together. I fell fast asleep.

The weeks soon flew by and I did recover some of my strength but remained unable to do very much for myself. I was totally unaware that one of the tablets I was taking was specifically designed to cause this so that I would feel a great sense of dependency on others. My four ‘auntie’s’ all visited me over those weeks sometimes on their own but since I regained consciousness they frequently came in pairs and on one occasion, close to when I was to return home, they all came together. I was pretty sure that Auntie Marjorie had a double reason for coming. I noticed that Joanna always looked particularly perky on the days she was visiting.

Then the day came for me to go home. I think I’d expected all four auntie’s to come and collect me without realising that there wouldn’t have been room in the car. As it happened Auntie Jane and Auntie Marjorie came for me and Auntie Emma and Auntie Olive were with Mother as she was ‘giving birth’. Joanna and my two aunties got me dressed in a clean nappy and then Auntie Jane produced a baby vest just my size and large pink frilly knickers. This was followed by what was perhaps the prettiest baby dress I had ever seen. It was all pink, with little frilly cap sleeves and white ribbons all down the front of it and it buttoned up at the back. They then put little frilly topped socks on my feet and a frilly bonnet on my head ensuring that all my long hair was inside the bonnet. While they were dressing me they were talking to me as if I was a little baby and auntie was explaining to me that when they got me home I wasn’t to talk. I had to ‘learn’ to talk over the next three months. The door opened and two well-built nurses entered the room pushing a large hospital cart. This had been adjusted to be used as a giant pram and had light bedclothes over a very soft mattress. They gently lifted me into the pram and wheeled me to Auntie Emma’s car. In fact she had an MPV and the pram was detached from the trolley wheels and I was placed in the back of the vehicle still in the pram body. The pram was then secured by straps and after receiving a multitude of kisses from Joanna we set off for home.

At home I was told that Mother was sleeping after an exhausting birth and so I was carried by my aunties in the pram up to Mother’s bedroom where I was quietly lifted from the pram into a large cot right next to Mother’s bed. Auntie Jane put her finger to her lips to indicate that I should be quiet so I turned over and went to sleep.

When I awoke I opened my eyes to the smiling and blissfully happy face of my mother.

"There you are then," she said stroking my cheek, "how’s my little baby girl then. Now let’s get you up and get you changed."

I hadn’t realised but I was actually quite wet and Mother could smell that I should be changed. She was just about to get me out of my cot when the door opened and Auntie Olive came in. When she saw Mother was awake she called for the others. They all came in and started remonstrating with Mother for over exerting herself.

"Susan, you must rest, you’ve had a very tiring time, that’s why we are here to help you."
"Well my baby needs changing and at least let me help."

With that she came over to my cot and with the help of Auntie Olive and Auntie Jane got me onto my new padded changing table. Auntie Olive lifted up my legs as Mother pulled my knickers off. Mother snapped open the tabs and my nappy was off.

"Oh, girls, doesn’t she look lovely," she said with tears in her eyes, "just lovely."

Of course they all agreed and started to coochy-coo my cheeks while Auntie Jane cleaned me up. My nappy was replaced and my other clothes removed.

"I think baby needs a feed Susan," said Auntie Marjorie, "she must be quite hungry."

"Of course," said Mother as she made her way back to the bed. The others carried me to her side where Mother had removed her nightie. I was laid so she could cuddle me and with the aid of her finger insert one of her large and very dark nipples in my mouth. I sucked gently and was amazed to be rewarded with a lovely sweet tasting liquid.

"It seems as though those tablets you got to get me to lactate are working nicely," Mother said to Auntie Olive.

When I’d drained one side Mother shifted me on to her other breast. I happily sucked that breast dry.

"She is still hungry," said Mother.

"Well, if you will have such big baby’s what do you expect," giggled Auntie Jane.

"Shall I take over?" asked Auntie Olive.

"Would you mind dear?" Mother said, "she definitely needs more.

"I’d love to," said Auntie Olive unbuttoning her dress at the front, "after all we did agree that I would take the tablets as well so I could help out."

"Yes I know but I did think I might be able to give her more."

"Don’t fret Susan," said Auntie Emma, "Olive has been looking forward to this and I’m sure has enough milk to amply compensate for even the most insatiable appetite that Stephanie might have."

Auntie Olive had removed her dress completely and Auntie Emma unclipped her bra. Probably the largest, most pendulous, most magnificent tits I had ever seen swung free when her bra was slipped away. Her aureoles were not as large as Mother’s nor as dark but her nipples had to be twice the size. They were definitely twice as long and probably twice as thick. She walked over to the bed with those massive mammaries swaying from side to side. She sat down only wearing her knickers at this point and I was laid across her lap and a nipple introduced to my mouth. I hungrily sucked at the nipple and tasted a virtual flood of her sweet milk. I started to feel full but was still put on the other tit. By the time I was finished I knew I was going to poo my nappy but could do nothing about it. I wasn’t permitted to speak so I just let it go. Auntie Marjorie was the first to suggest I needed changing so the same routine was started. I was to become very familiar with that routine over the next weeks and months as Mother and my aunties took turns in feeding, changing and dressing me. There were times when my bottom got really sore with nappy rash but now I was at home I was put into terry nappies rather than disposables, which helped, as did large pots of Sudocrem.

The three months were rapidly going and Mother was gradually getting her old figure back as the bladder was eventually completely deflated and removed. I continued to be fed by a mixture of Mother and Auntie Olive although a few times the others would provide a nipple for me to suck as a comforter and I would invariably drop off to sleep on times like these. Days were spent sitting in my pram in the garden, crawling on the grass, playing with my baby dollies, just laying in my mother’s arms or sleeping. I was ‘learning’ to speak and during this time I graduated from Mama all the way up to Mummy. I remember thinking how nice it sounded and vowed to use it often in future in preference to the rather formal ‘Mother’.

I was nearly at the end of my baby period when I overheard Mummy and Auntie Marjorie taking about the coming Saturday evening. In truth I’d lost track of what day it was and if pressed to estimate what the actual date was, I don’t think I would have got within a mile of it. It seemed that on Saturday there was to be a party. From casual remarks that one or other of my aunties made over a number of days, I concluded that the party was to reintroduce Mummy to the joys of male company. I have to confess to having some confused thoughts of jealousy at this point but quickly countered them with the fact that I was no longer able to perform that duty for her, whether I should have ever done. I knew I was her daughter now and I could not have been happier.

Saturday evening came and I was put into my cot in the bedroom. From the lounge I could hear voices talking and the clinking of glasses. It would at times go very quiet and then there were audible sounds. I drifted in and out of sleep during the evening, which wasn’t unusual these days. I had become accustomed to a great deal more sleep during the day as well as at night-time. Later I could her some groaning and once or twice a little calling out but always indecipherable. I longed to be there and be part of the occasion and harboured hopes that one of the pairs would come and couple in the bedroom where I was but alas it wasn’t to be.

In the morning everything was as usual except that Mummy did get up a bit later than normal.

The three months were up and for me not a moment too soon. Being a baby for that time had been a valuable experience for both Mummy and me I have no doubt but it was boring. I was so looking forward to being a little girl but I was to discover that that had its downside too.

 

Chapter Four – Little Stephanie

Three months as a baby had been a wonderful time for Mummy as she was able to spend time with the fruit of her pregnancy. I was adored, loved and nurtured by Mummy and by her four friends. It was an amazing time that made me feel all warm and safe. I had no cares and no worries and people who were totally devoted to looking after me and keeping me a baby for the full three months but I was so looking forward to growing into a little girl. I kind of thought that the day after the three months had finished everything would change and was somewhat surprised when Mummy got me out of my cot and started to change my nappy. She could see the look of surprise on my face and reassured me by saying, "My what a big girl you’re getting. I think we’d better start potty training you. Will you tell Mummy when you need to go poo’s?" I gurgled my best gurgle and nodded. Mummy took me to the kitchen where she and Auntie Emma put into my highchair. Since I had been ‘born’ Mummy had one of her friends to stay every night to help her with ‘baby’. From some of the noises that came from Mummy’s bed it wasn’t only the help she enjoyed.

This day for the first time in three months I was given solid food. Up until now I had been breast fed with a little baby food. Today I had some soggy breakfast cereal and then was placed on Mummy’s lap to be breast-fed. Both Mummy and I enjoyed this and it certainly had increased the strength of the already strong bond that there had always been between us. After sucking on Mummy’s nipples for about 20 minutes Mummy decided I should be put on the potty. Auntie Emma produced a large pink baby’s potty. It was the type that is especially for baby girls without a splash area at the front that they have for baby boys. This was the first time I’d been able to sit and wee as a girl. Before today I’d spent nearly three decades standing to wee as a boy or weeing directly into my nappy. For the first time I was able to hear the tinkle as the warm wee dribbled and then gushed out of my new, tight, bald vagina. It felt strange but quite delightful to be sitting there with nothing dangling between my legs. I’d been used to sitting on a toilet feeling my cock and balls swinging between my thighs. Now I was all nice and round with a smooth, soft little bulge above my new slit. While I was weeing I could feel the poo building and had no control over whether it came out of not. Not that I minded going, I simply had no choice in the matter. No doubt the huge quantities of breast milk and baby food I had consumed over the recent weeks had temporarily taken away my bowel control. When I’d finished Mummy said what a clever little girl I was. She helped me to stand up and Auntie Emma wiped both my front bottom and my back bottom as they now called them talking to me in a baby voice. They both said they were very pleased and said that as a reward they would try me in knickers. Little white cotton knickers with pink rosebuds on them were brought out and put on me.

"Do you think she will be able to walk soon," Auntie Emma asked Mummy.

"I don’t know. Should we try her?" replied Mummy

"Well, perhaps she would find it easier with some slippers on," said Auntie Emma producing a pair of what looked like pink ballet shoes.

They were ballet shoes but had been modified by placing padding in the soles to make the sole rounded. They helped me to stand up and I fell over. I’d been a long time not walking only being allowed to crawl or rely on being carried. Now I was trying to walk for the first time in three months and with round-soled shoes. They tried me again and I managed a few steps before I fell. With practice I found that I could walk if I held onto the furniture but to get across the lounge I still found it easier to crawl.

Mummy and Auntie Emma got me dressed in clothes that were a bit more grown-up. My vest didn’t clip underneath and my dress was a little bit longer. You could still see my knickers if I bent over at all but not if I stood up straight. My baby dresses had all been much shorter. I didn’t have to wear a bonnet anymore and when Auntie Jane arrived later she brushed my quite long hair and put it in two bunches with pink ribbons. I toddled round the house enjoying my newfound freedom.

Late morning Mummy and Auntie Emma went shopping. They said they needed to get me some more knickers and proper shoes if I was growing up this quickly and left Auntie Jane in charge of me. About 20 minutes later I realised I needed my potty. "Poo," I said to Auntie Jane.

She held my hand and led me to the toilet where my potty was kept. She pulled down my knickers and held my hands while I was lowered down onto the pot. While I was sitting there Auntie Jane suddenly said, "Oh Stephanie, hearing you go has made me want to go."

She unbuttoned her dress, took it off and hung it on the toilet door, saying at the same time, "You’ll understand when you get older that sometimes you have to take your dress off to stop it getting all creased."

Underneath she was wearing a full corselette and stockings like Mummy often wears. She pulled her knickers down and dropped her large arse down on the seat. The sudden torrent of wee made me go even more. Her wee slowed and was followed by three very loud ‘plops’. I think I heard it all the more loudly as I was sitting very low down near her feet.

When she’d finished she lifted herself up to wipe herself. Because I was sitting so low my head was level with her bottom as she stood to clean herself. When Mummy had described what Jane’s cunt looked like I wasn’t quite able to picture it but now I saw it in all it’s glory. She was so different from Auntie Marjorie or even Mummy. Auntie Jane had a huge bald vagina but unlike my little girl pussy her lips were simply enormous. They hung down outside her well below where a lady’s cunt would normally finish. There was fold after fold of fleshy cunt hanging out of her and when she squatted to wipe herself the lips just fell apart and I could see her puffy pink inner lips and her hole. She turned around to wipe her back bottom and I could see the lovely bald hole all shitty. When she’d finished she left her knickers and dress off so that she could easily and quickly sort me out. I was similarly cleaned up and my knickers pulled up. Just before she pulled them all the way up Auntie Jane stopped, looked closely at my vagina and said, "You know darling, there was a time when I looked just like that but I’ve grown a bit since those days. Well I say a bit, in fact quite a lot. I think I might be still growing down there even now. Maybe you’ll look like me when you’re all grown up."

Only a few months ago I’d told Auntie Marjorie that I’d love to have a cunt just like hers and I meant it. Now though, I really didn’t mind if it looked like Auntie Marjorie’s massively hairy one or Auntie Jane’s huge bald floppy one.

Mummy and Auntie Emma returned with loads of things for me, including some little shoes that I was told I could wear if I showed them all how well I could walk in my slippers. They had bought me dollies to dress and play with and a dolly’s pram. This was great because as I pushed it it helped me stand up and walk. By the time Auntie Marjorie and Auntie Olive arrived at teatime I was happily playing with all my things and looking so much more grown-up. Being by far the biggest of the group, Auntie Olive had brought some of her old clothes over so that I could play dress up. When I did put one of her dresses on it was like a tent on me. She put one of her old floppy hats on my head, some beads that were far too long and some high-heeled shoes that must have been especially made because they were too big for me. Apart from the shoes all the stuff looked a little old which was ideal for playing in. I amused them for a couple of hours until 8 o’clock when it was bedtime. Both Auntie Olive and Auntie Emma were staying the night tonight so Auntie Olive said; "Now you’re such a big girl, as a treat why don’t we all go off and get ready for bed together.

They both held one of my hands as I toddled off to Mummy’s bedroom. Auntie Olive got me undressed and into the bath. She said that she would have a shower but that Auntie Emma would wash me in the bath. Auntie Emma came into the bathroom wearing one of Mummy’s robes and she started to wash me. As she washed my chest she said, "You know Stephanie, one day you might have wonderful tits like Auntie Olive."

They were indeed wonderful. As she got out of the shower cubicle I could see them; they were huge and pendulous. They swung free as she bent down to dry herself. Whilst her aureoles were nowhere near as large as Mummy’s her nipples were at least twice as big. I knew, I’d been sucking at them for three months. They were thick enough to almost fill my mouth. As she moved about her massive mammaries swayed from side to side.

"Are you getting in the shower Emma," Olive asked.

"I did think I would have a bath for a change," said Auntie Emma

"Well, why not get in with Stephanie," Olive suggested.

"I’m not sure Stephanie would like that," said Auntie Emma in mock sorrow.

"By the look on her face, I’d say she’d love you to," said Olive.

Auntie Emma stood up and dropped the robe. I’d never seen Auntie Emma in any state of undress before but now she stood before me totally naked. I remembered Mummy saying that Auntie Emma had the classic English ladies ‘pear-shape’ figure and that she had the largest bottom she had ever seen. Well, she was huge but absolutely beautiful. She was just so lovely that when she finally got into the bath with me I leaned over and gave her a great big hug. I loved her so much.

"Have you washed Stephanie," Olive asked Emma.

"No, not completely, I did her top half but we got distracted when you got out of the shower," she replied.

"Well, I suppose I’d better do it then. Now, Stephanie darling get on your hands and knees so Auntie can wash your bottom."

I got on my hands and knees as instructed and could feel the warm water over my front and back bottoms.

"Come on Emma, I suppose I’d better do you as well," said Auntie Olive.

Auntie Emma got on her hands and knees with her bottom toward me. What an expanse! She had monstrous white fleshy buttocks that she had pulled apart so that Auntie Olive could wash her properly. I could see her lovely arse hole and just below it the slit of her fanny. It was an amazing view. In front of me the largest arse in the world and swinging around behind them two of the biggest tits in the world. Auntie Olive looked at me and said, "I don’t know about having tits as big as mine but what about if you had an arse like that Stephanie. That would be something wouldn’t it?"

When we’d all dried Auntie Emma brought out our nighties. Mine was a lovely little girls cotton one that cam down to my knees. It had a big teddy on the front and ¾ sleeves. Both Auntie Olive and Auntie Emma wore very short nighties made of a fine material like chiffon but with an opaque lining. They looked lovely and every time they bent over only a little bit you could see their bottom cheeks peeping out underneath the hem. As they held my hand to take me into the lounge to say goodnight to the others, I looked from side to side and was rewarded with two wonderful profiles. One so top heavy that she looked like she should fall over and the other so bottom heavy that she looked like she never would. And I loved them both.

Everyone kissed me goodnight and Mummy took me off to bed. I still had my cot but now the sides had been unscrewed. Mummy put me on the potty and I went again. She put me on a nappy, "just for nightime," she said, kissed me, " night, night," and left me to dream. I was so pleased with myself that I slept soundly. So soundly that night that I wasn’t even awakened by the groans and moans from Mummy’s bed as she shared it with two of her friends rather than one.

In the morning, my feeling pleased with myself feeling was shattered. I had a very wet bed. I couldn’t believe it, I was absolutely soaking. When I started to cry Mummy came over to see what was wrong. "Never mind," was all she said and got me up and in the bath. Auntie Olive came and helped her while Auntie Emma prepared breakfast. I was dressed as yesterday with knickers rather than a nappy, which I feared they might put me back in. That night I wet myself again. Mummy was very kind and understanding and just kept persevering with me day by day but still I wet myself at night. On the sixth morning Mummy said that Auntie Marjorie had suggested that I needed a good spanking, as I was being very naughty. Mummy told me that she didn’t want to do this but it was becoming very difficult to see when I might get dry and she was beginning to suspect that I might not be trying very hard to stay dry. On the next morning when I was wet Auntie Marjorie happened to be staying and she again suggested a thorough spanking. Mummy just couldn’t do it and I felt relieved. But when Auntie Marjorie offered to do it for her the relieved look on my face must have turned to horror. I’d never been spanked before in my life but here I was being laid naked across Auntie’s lap as she sat on the bed in her nightie. Mummy left the bedroom at that point and Auntie waited until she was out of earshot before beginning. The first thwack caught me by surprise and startled me. Before I could react there was another and another and another. My poor bottom was really stinging and I started to cry, not very loudly but Auntie knew it was hurting me. She spanked me about 10 times and then laid me on the bed. She took a tissue and wiped my eyes. "Now Stephanie, perhaps the memory of that spanking will help you stay dry tonight." She then bathed me and dressed me before taking me to my Mummy.

It worked! The following morning I was completely dry. Mummy showered me with praise as she did the next morning and the next but on the fourth morning I was wet again. Mummy herself spanked me this time and she spanked me harder than Auntie Marjorie had been. Auntie Emma had been staying that night and she watched with a really flushed face. That afternoon Mummy put me into my cot as usual for a little sleep. Mummy and Auntie just lay on the bed to rest. I closed my eyes but couldn’t sleep as my bottom hurt too much. Mummy and Auntie Emma clearly thought that I was sound asleep so I just lay there with my eyes closed listening to them thanking. "You know Emma, when I was spanking Stephanie this morning, you were very red in the face." Auntie didn’t reply. "My you’ve gone all red right now just thinking about it." Again Auntie didn’t answer. "What’s the matter dear?" Mother asked in a concerned tone. There was silence for quite some time, during which my mother just waited patiently for Auntie to reply.

"I was incredibly excited by the spanking Susan. I can’t remember ever having seen anyone spanked before and it got me really quite horny."

"Was it watching the spanking or would you like to administer one?" Mummy asked. "Oh no, I don’t want to spank anyone....." and her voice sort of trailed off.

"My goodness!" Mummy exclaimed, "you want to be spanked, don’t you? That’s it, isn’t it?"

"Well yes, I think I would."

"Well let’s give it a go then," said Mummy.

"What now?"

"Why not?"

"Well, surely not here," said Auntie.

"Why ever not, Stephanie sound asleep and it will be so much more practical if I am sitting on the edge of the bed with you across my lap supported by the bed," said Mummy, "just like this morning when I spanked Stephanie.

Auntie Emma hesitated for a while and then got up and removed her dress and her knickers. She stood there only in her bra with her back and her enormous bottom facing me. Her bottom looked really lovely. Mummy sat up on the edge of the bed and Auntie Emma lay across her lap. I was lying on my side so I had a perfect view of the whole scene. Mummy brought her first slap down with playful force. Auntie grunted a bit but I think she knew they would get harder. And harder they did get. Mummy must have spanked her 20 times and with everyone I could see her fat, reddening bottom wobble like a huge jelly. When Mummy was finished Auntie Emma stood up and I could see the full expanse of her beautiful arse now all red and swollen. She stood there like a little girl rubbing her bottom to ease the sting. Mummy got up and opened a bottle of body lotion and began to soothe Auntie arse with it. She bent over so that Mummy could cover the whole area and I saw Mummy’s finger disappear a few times into Auntie’s arsehole. Auntie was clearly enjoying her treatment and moaned. Then I saw two of Mummy’s fingers go in. She instinctively knew that Auntie Emma needed more so she leaned over to her bedside cabinet and from the drawer took a large vibrator. She started to push it into Auntie waiting hole and I heard a click as the vibrator started to live up to its name. Mummy was pumping the solid phallus in and out of Auntie at an increasing speed until Auntie gave a really quite loud grunt and collapsed on the bed. I decided now was a good time to ‘wake-up’ so I moved, yawned and stretched all in one movement. They quickly gathered their wits about them and Mummy came over to me, got me out of bed and led me from the room, presumably to allow Auntie to recover.

Over the weeks I was allowed to stay up just a little later at night, to wear proper little girl’s shoes and to say a few more words. If I wet my knickers, I got spanked, which was about once a week. I think subconsciously I actually liked being spanked and that’s why I wet myself sometimes. I know Auntie Emma enjoyed being spanked and I know for sure that the first spanking was not the last.

I was moved into my own room, which had been redecorated, as a little girl’s room would look. As I grew up other clothes appeared in my wardrobe. One day as I opened my wardrobe, I was surprised to see a Brownie uniform. From then on I would spend one evening a week in my uniform with Auntie Jane helping with becoming a Brownie.

Then came the day when I was given my very first school uniform. I had a blue checked skirt, white blouse, stripped tie, ankle socks, straw hat and of course navy blue knickers. I had to wear my uniform all day as my Auntie played with me. I also had to change into my PE kit for games. Sometimes these would be in the garden but often indoors. Most of the time I would have to run around with my white vest tucked in my navy blue PE knickers.

Towards the end of this period I started to notice that my pubic and underarm hair was beginning to grow. Strangely it didn’t grow back thick and stubbly like I had expected but soft and downy. I guess it was because it wasn’t shaved off but removed by that strong cream. About this time I started getting a real irritation around my nipples. I knew as soon as it started that the hormones that from ‘birth’ had been put in my food or given as booster injections were doing their job. Behind my swollen nipples, my chest felt all puffy and tender. I was beginning to grow boobs. I was beginning the journey into womanhood. I got very impatient around now. I wanted everything to happen quickly. Why had I ever agreed to so slow a process? I could have just had a few operations like lots of people do and been an instant woman. I could have a great set of knockers right now. Why had I agreed to this slow transition? I knew the answer of course. It was as important a process for Mummy as for me and we needed to bond together as mother and daughter not just as two women. It made perfect sense and I had really enjoyed the time but I suddenly felt all out of sorts with the world and couldn’t understand why. Couldn’t understand that is until Auntie Olive sat me down and explained that I was starting puberty and with that came the upset of all my hormones.

"Please just be patient Stephanie. I can’t tell you how much your mother is appreciating this whole experience. I have known her for probably 30 years and I have never, never, seen her so happy. Just be patient. I’m sure in a while you’ll look back and will see that it was worth it for yourself, not just her."

It was now nearly one year since I’d gone to the hospital for my preparation and operation. I had been a little girl physically for nearly a whole year. More than that, I had lived as a little girl. I knew what it felt like and now the time was rapidly approaching when I would be leaving home for six months and going away to girls’ boarding school. I remembered that during the six months I was to spend there I would have two small operations to insert implants into my growing bust. The first operation would take me from the A cup I would hopefully be by the time I went, to a B cup. The second operation would increase my bust even further, up to a C cup. I had been promised that I would be able to decide what ultimate size I wanted my tits to be but not until I was a fully-grown woman, which would be in about a year’s time.

I was ready for boarding school and so looking forward to going although apprehensive about two aspects. The first was who was going to be there. Would they be ‘girls’ like me or would they be ordinary 13 year old girls. The second was the fact that I would be leaving my Auntie’s and worse of all Mummy behind. Mummy sat me down and explained that most of the girls at my new school would be similar to me but not all exactly the same. Some of them had been feminised by their mothers but had not undergone surgery. For some of these what they were enduring was a punishment and they would have the option of returning to their former male role if they behaved satisfactorily. For others they had been feminised but either their mothers or they themselves didn’t want to become fully female. I couldn’t really understand that but was encourage to accept that people are different and see things in different ways, which seemed reasonable. While we were having this little chat Mummy dropped another bombshell.

"Darling," she said, "you understand that at present you are entering your female puberty stage don’t you."

"Yes," I said.

"Well, as you notice that certain physical things are happening to you, your boobs are growing, very nicely as well, you are becoming more moody, oh don’t worry we all appreciate what’s happening to you. Well, there is one more thing that should happen to you about now and one that will happen soon, probably too soon."

I was frankly puzzled by what exactly she was driving at and she could see it.

"What I’m trying to say, not very well, is that about now you should be starting your period."

"Period!" I exclaimed, "but I don’t have a womb."

"No of course you don’t but a natural woman would and she would have periods and you should have periods too or you’ll never know what it’s like to be a normal natural woman. From now, and I mean now, you will have a period every four weeks for five days. Things don’t work quite as clockwork with most of us but this way it will be easy for you to remember and to cope. You will wear sanitary towels for the five days changing them every three hours. You can choose whatever brand or style suits you but for now you will have to make do with some that Auntie Marjorie has brought over. Being older and quite feminine ladies we all wore the old fashioned looped towel supported by a belt. The belt is very soft and is worn around the waist and the towel clips on at the front and the back."

As she was speaking she produced the belt, which did look very ‘female’ and some towels. She helped me remove my knickers and pull the belt up around my waist. The two little clips hung down, one at the front and one at the back. I then had to learn how to clip the towel on, first at the back and then pulling it between my legs I clipped it on at the front. I pulled up the belt until the towel sat snugly against my cunt and I pulled my knickers up again.

"Mummy, you said there would be another thing that would happen to me soon. What?"

"Well, darling. When you get away with other people and your hormones really start to work in a big way, you will begin developing attractions for other people. Some people would call these attractions ‘crushes’ but I think that tends to minimalise the intense feeling that you will experience. You should be prepared for these feelings and that they might be as strong for either sex."

"Boys you mean!"

"Well, why not. It’s perfectly natural. As I once told you, some people are attracted to their own sex, others are attracted to the opposite sex and there are some people, who are attracted to both. You know that your Auntie’s and me are in the third category. We like being with men and women sexually but just prefer women to live with women. You might not. You shouldn’t feel constrained by our choices but please do be careful. Don’t rush into things and don’t give away your cherry to just anyone."

"Mummy, I love you and all my Auntie’s. When I come home I want to be just like you all and I won’t do anything to let you all down."

"There’s just one thing more," she said with a cheeky grin on her face, "and I hope this really pleases you."

I couldn’t imagine what it was she was talking about until from behind her back she produced a small white bra. She sat there with a smile on her face and for a second I couldn’t understand what was delighting her. Then it hit me. It was for me. A huge grin split my face from ear to ear as I took the bra holding it up admiringly. I cuddled it against my cheek until Mummy said, "Well aren’t you going to put it on?"

I couldn’t get my blouse and vest off quickly enough. Mummy helped me put it on and there it was. My first bra. My first bra no one else’s. Not borrowed. Not too big and padded out. My first bra, filled out by me. Oh, I might have only been an AA but it was all me and I felt on top of the world.

"I’m sure you’ll be up to an A by the time you go to school," Mummy said.

Just two short weeks after that conversation Auntie Jane was driving Mummy and me, in my new A cup bra, to my new school. I was so excited but could I manage this without the very people that had given me the chance and without whose support I would never had got this far?

 

Chapter Five - Schooldays

Brampton Manor was a large redbrick house. According to the keystone over the front door, it had been built in 1896 and although it had obviously been modernised it was still a very traditional environment.

Mother, Auntie Jane and I were shown into the secretary’s office, which doubled as a waiting room for the Headmistresses office. I sat there nervously fiddling with my handkerchief between Mummy and my auntie until some 10 minutes later a buzzer sounded and the school secretary showed us into Miss Holmes’s office.

Miss Holmes stood to welcome her guests and I couldn’t believe the size of the woman. She must have been at least 6’3" tall and was built like an American football player. She wasn’t bulky like Mummy and Auntie, she was just ‘big’. I wasn’t conscious of standing with my mouth open, just gawping at her, until Mummy said, "Say hello then Stephanie." I was shaken out of my reverie and took Miss Holmes’s hand and curtsied as I’d been taught to do.

"My, you are a pretty thing, aren’t you Stephanie," said Miss Holmes and I blushed as hotly as I ever could remember. Her eyes seemed to burn into me as she gazed at me with such intensity.

"Thankyou Miss," I replied.

"I do hope you’ll be happy with us here at Brampton," continued Miss Holmes, "we find that our girls settle in quite quickly and make friends that they keep for the rest of their lives. Let me give you an idea of the types of girl you’ll meet here Stephanie. Most of the girls you’ll meet are, shall we say in a similar position as yourself. They are transitioning from a most undesirable male state to becoming fully-grown women. You will however meet some that have been feminised by their mothers but had not undergone surgery. Some of these are being punished for past behaviour and, in the main, they will have the option of returning to their former male role if they have behaved satisfactorily. There are others that have been feminised but either their mothers or they themselves don’t want to become fully female. I must confess that personally I find this state particularly difficult to understand but we do instil in all our pupils the need to appreciate that people are different and often see things in quite different ways and that here at Brampton we are pleased to accommodate all types of people."

Now let me come onto a few guidelines that we require you to live within. You will share a room with three other girls. I can tell you now that your roommates will be Diane, Caroline and Joan. As to their condition and stories, I’ll leave you to discover that as you get to know them over the next few days. You are all arriving today and together with four other girls you are our newest intake. The other 28 girls have been here for varying lengths of time. We require you to keep your room tidy, clean and well maintained at all times. All 42 girls and staff members have breakfast together at 8.00, lunch at 1.00 and dinner in the evenings at 7.00. You will find that all members of staff are kind, sympathetic and, I hope, approachable. We do however, run a tight ship and require you to act in a disciplined and feminine way at all times."

"I don’t think I need go into anymore details at this point otherwise your head will be spinning." I returned her smile and she said, "Now Stephanie, do you have any questions at all?" I simply answered, "No, I don’t think so Miss Holmes. I’m sure I’ll be happy here and I’ll do my very best to be a good pupil."

"Yes, I’m sure you will and if at any time you have any problems or are unhappy about anything at all, you make sure you come and tell me about them and I’ll do all I can to sort things out. OK?" she said.

I simply smiled and nodded, my ponytail waving up and down furiously as I did.

Miss Holmes sounded her buzzer and another lady came in from the other door into Miss Holmes’s office.

"Stephanie, this is Mrs. Buck, our school nurse, she needs to take you and carry out a simple examination, just so we start out with correct records and then she’ll take you to your new room."

I gave Mummy and Auntie a big hug and rushed out of the office holding my case in one hand and Mrs Buck’s hand in the other, before I started crying as I’d seen Mummy and Auntie beginning to do. I knew I’d be here for just six months and that there would be times when they would visit and we’d speak on the phone and prolonging the agony would only make things worse.

Mrs. Buck held my hand tightly, sensing that I was upset. No doubt she’d performed this particular duty countless times in the past. "Don’t get yourself all upset dear," she said, "you’ll have the time of your life here and when it comes to the time for you to leave, you’ll be even more upset, you mark my words. I’ve seen it so many times before. Some girls break their hearts when they have to leave their Mummy’s and then just a few months later we almost have to prise their hands off the front door handles to get them in the cars to go back home." She put her arm round my shoulder and gave me a bit of a squeeze and I felt instantly better. She was a very cuddly kind of a lady. Very warm and responsive and totally in tune with others emotional states.

When we got to her room, she asked me to take off all my clothes. For some reason I suddenly felt very shy and Mrs. Buck detected it straight away. "Don’t be shy darling," she said, "I’ve seen it all before and I just want to take some measurements and have a little look at you, that’s all." I stripped to my undies but was struggling to unhook my bra. Mrs. Buck helped me unclip it and then I slipped off my knickers.

"Well, Stephanie, I don’t know why you were so shy, you look lovely. Look at those lovely little titties. I remember when mine were like that, nice and firm. Now they topple out of my bra when I take it off, they don’t stand out all pert like yours. I’m afraid I must have a little feel of them just to make sure they’re developing OK. Yes they’re both fine and really a very good size considering you’ve only been on the hormones for a short time. I don’t know if you know but the size of your bosom is governed mainly by the size of your mother’s and grandmother’s. I could see your mother was a good size so no doubt you’ll be a hefty lady yourself." I did remember hearing something like that in the past but had quite forgotten it. Hearing it now made me feel really euphoric. I was so pleased that I would be like Mother.

"Now, hop up on the bed Stephanie and place your feet in the stirrups on either side of the bed." I did as I was told and lay there completely exposed. I’d never felt so open to the elements before. I lay there completely in Mrs. Buck’s hands and totally helpless. She examined by vagina with her glove-covered hands and then said she had to use a speculum to see nice and deep. She inserted the cool metal tool into my cunt and started to open my lips very wide indeed. I could feel the cool air getting to a part of me never opened before.

"Very nice my dear, you have a lovely little vagina there. Quite the nicest I’ve seen in a very long time and with a nice downy covering of hair already growing back. I wish all the girls that come through here looked as pretty as you down there." I have no idea why, but I felt so proud and I guess that that was what Mrs. Buck was trying to do, to give me some self-confidence.

"Now flip over and let me take a look at the back door please." I did and she has a good look with her fingers and some lubricant. I’m sure Mrs. Buck was only doing her job but I could have sworn that she inserted her finger and pumped a good many more times than was strictly necessary. I was getting really turned on when she stopped, and when I turned over again she looked a little flushed. She coughed in an embarrassed way and said, "very nice as well. Lovely and tight. Now let’s take a few measurements and then we can get you your uniform."

She measured every part of me and then led me into a storeroom that was adjacent to her examining room. There she gave me two brown skirts, two white blouses, five pairs of ankle length white socks, six pairs of brown knickers, two white bras, two nighties, one cardigan and two full sets of PE gear with one pair of plimsoll slippers. I was told to put on a PE set and follow her to my new room. When we arrived, the other three girls were already there. Mrs. Buck introduced us and then left us to get aquatinted.

"Have you just had your examination?" Diane asked. "Yes, Mrs. Buck just did all the measuring, got me kitted out and brought me straight here," I replied.

"I’m Diane," she said, "this here is Caroline, she’s my sister and that’s Joan, we’ve only just met her ourselves."

"Yes, I’ve only been here about 15 minutes myself," said Joan.

The first thing that was obvious from meeting my new roommates was that I was the biggest of all of us. Both Diane and Caroline were very slim girls. Joan was very slim also but much shorter than the other two, probably standing at just a few inches over 5’.

"That’s your bed over there. I hope you don’t mind but someone had to choose and they all seem to be much of a muchness. Neither Caroline or me like sleeping too close to the window so we chose these two and Joan asked if she could have the one near the washbasin as she gets very thirsty in the night."

"It’s perfect," I said, "I like sleeping close to the window anyway." They all smiled in relief.

I started unpacking and Joan finished off putting her few bits away. None of us had much as the school didn’t allow too many personal possessions. It was their way of building camaraderie. No personal possessions, no rivalry. We weren’t allowed personal hi-fi’s or our own clothes. It was school uniform and a few essentials like toothbrush and hairbrush.

By the time we were all sorted out the bell rung to summon us to lunch. The food was really nice and it was good to see all the other girls, although we all stuck together as we were clearly the new girls. Caroline spotted four other girls looking just as lost as us and went over to speak to them. She called us over so all the new girls could sit together and get to know each other. Security in numbers, I suppose. It turned out the other girls were in the room next to ours. They were Sasha (who looked like she came from a Mediterranean country), Mary, Elaine and Frances. Elaine was very tall but very slim whilst Mary was a similar height and build to me.

During lunch a girl came and gave us all copies of our lesson timetable. After lunch we were to go to our first class which was cooking with Mrs. Pratt and then later that after noon it was PE with Miss Pearce.

We all toddled off to English where we met Mrs. Pratt, a black woman with a huge smile. She greeted us all by name and I was to learn later that all the staff had been given copies of our photographs and brief biographies a week before we got to school.

"Now girls," she began, "we are going to have a great time together. I’ll be taking you for cooking but I’ll also be your housemother. You can come to me with any of your problems and I’ll be there to keep an eye on you – sometimes at times when you don’t want me to." she said with a raucous laugh.

Cooking was fun and even during that first lesson I learned things that I couldn’t wait to show Mummy and my Auntie’s.

At 3.30 Mrs. Pratt ushered us off in the direction of the gymnasium to meet Miss Pearce. She turned out to be a lot younger than the other members of staff we’d met up to then but I guess she would have to be to teach PE. She really was very strongly built. She looked all muscle but strangely, not in a masculine way. She wore an all in one athletics suit with no sleeves and short legs. You could see her muscle definition through the flimsy material together with the fact that her boobs were small and very firm, almost like a man’s pecs. In contrast the eight of us in our shorts and vests looked positively dowdy and frumpy. It was clear that in comparison to this female Adonis we didn’t have a muscle between us. Miss Pearce was just lovely and so much fun. At times it was difficult to do what she’d asked of us because we were laughing so much. She helped us to understand that if we worked hard with her we would have much better balance, deportment and carriage. Miss Pearce would demonstrate something and then help us to try to replicate her movements. She was incredibly strong but very graceful in all her movements and I remember thinking how lovely it must be to be so nimble.

No sooner had we started than it was 4.50 and it was time to finish. If all our lessons were to be like this one I knew I’d have a lovely time.

We all went into the changing room and the wave of embarrassment hit us all at exactly the same time. We had to strip off and get into the showers, get dried off and get changed in front of everybody else.

Miss Pearce breezed into the changing room behind us calling at the same time, "come on girls, all in the shower and the last one in’s a grumpy frump." She shot in front of us and pulled down her suit, slipping her arms out in one slick movement. No sooner had she bared her boobs than she’d pulled the whole thing down and there she was, totally naked. She had lovely firm tits and a completely bald cunt with a pronounced mound above what looked like very tight lips. Sasha started to enthusiastically strip her gear off and Mary followed. I joined in and soon everyone was stripping off. We ran into the showers but whilst Miss Pearce ran in just as she’d always run most of us ran with hands covering our ‘private’ bits. The shower room was one big room with showerheads mounted on the walls just above head height and once in there you had to move your hands to soap all over. Whilst it was steamy, for the first time we all saw the condition that we were all in. We hadn’t been in there for more than 20 seconds when Miss Pearce started a speech that I suspect she gave to all newcomers.

"Now girls, this is the first time but not the last that we’ll all see each other. We may be all a bit different from each other and all different from how we used to be but we all look lovely and through our time here we’ll all get even lovelier. Now I don’t want anyone having sly looks at each other so here’s what I want you to do. I want each of you to file past me and have a good look at me all over. I’ll move into any position you want so you can see everything as well as you want to. Then I want you to have a good look at each other. You must move into any position that anyone asks you to. All got that?" We all stood stunned but nodding.

"Come on then Frances, you’re closest start looking." Having said that Miss Pearce started to move into every position you could think of. She raised one leg to allow her fanny to pop open, she squatted and she bent over and pulled her arse cheeks open. Soon we were all filing past and looking very closely at every aspect of this lovely lady. Then she started going up to people and asking to see them. She came up to m and asked me to bend over and pull my cunt lips open, which I happily did. Soon everyone was asking to see everybody else. Elaine, Joan and Sasha still had their cocks whilst the rest now had cunts. Elaine and Joan’s cocks were really small and looked like they had somehow been shrunk. Sasha had a really large cock, which was stiffening up with every second that passed. It got to almost vertical when Miss Pearce asked Sasha if she could take a close look. She held the throbbing member in her hand and got down on her haunches to take a close look. Just at that point Poor Sasha could contain herself no longer and shot a huge wad of spunk right in Miss Pearce’s face. She was so surprised that she opened her mouth and before she could say, "Oh!" her mouth was filled. She certainly didn’t look embarrassed but slurped the lot down and then looked up at Sasha. Both looked quite serious for a moment before spontaneously bursting into laughter. We all joined in and Mary and I went and gave Sasha a good hug.

Getting dried was a really pleasant experience and none of us was in the least bit shy about walking around in the nude. I must confess that I found it difficult to take my eyes off Sasha’s cock as even though she had just cum and her cock was not at all hard, she was still very large in that department. As she dried herself off, her cock would swing back and forth enticingly. And I wasn’t the only one who had eyes for this lovely dick. I caught Miss Pearce with her eyes glued to it at one point. She saw me watching her and gave me a cheeky wink and a big smile.

After dinner the four of us decided to spend the evening in our room getting to know each other. I suggested that we tell our stories in the order that we had arrived at the school and the other girls agreed. That meant that Diane and Caroline told their story first.

It seemed that when they were quite young their father had left them all for another woman, leaving their mother distraught and them bewildered. Their mother developed a sudden and violent reaction against men that manifested itself in some quite bizarre behaviour, including the trashing of the men’s wear store where he had an account. As this was her first offence, the court placed her on probation and she then settled down to a steely, ruthless campaign to ‘take the bastard for all he is worth’, which she pretty much did. She then took the decision to reek her final retribution by relocating to a totally different part of the country and reinventing their identities, including dressing her little boys as girls. They were young enough to readjust quite quickly and about four months after their relocation and transition their mother considered it was ‘safe’ to put them in a primary school. Whilst their first names had been retained, they had changed their surname and had never seen their father since, a fact that didn’t seem to bother them at all. Their transition seemed to have been a total success as neither of them could even remember their previous names. When the ‘girls’ were 17 and 16 their mother took them to the Philippines where they both underwent surgery to complete their physical transition. They were both on hormones, which had changed their body shapes into nice feminine figures although their boobs were very small. They had been sent to the school to ensure that they continued their progress through to womanhood in a more refined way than if left to their own devises. I got the impression that both Diane and Caroline were really pleasant well-balanced girls and I could see that we were destined to get on well and have some good fun whilst at Brampton.

Joan went next. Joan started life as Johnny. He was the youngest of three boys and had no sisters. Unsurprisingly, this was a real disappointment to his mother who desperately wanted a little girl. Suprisingly though, it was an equal disappointment to his father who also badly wanted a daughter. When Johnny was about 13, his mother discovered his father sexually abusing him. She came early from visiting her sister and found Johnny dressed in some of her clothes being forced to perform oral sex on his father. She then discovered that this had been going on for a couple of years. It hadn’t occurred to her that, as her husband wanted less and less to do with her in bed he was spending more and more time with Johnny. She also had failed to notice that he had become quite feminine in his ways, thinking that he was just growing up less masculine than his brothers. Johnny’s father broke down when discovered and swore he wouldn’t do it again but of course he did carry on making sure that he was even more discreet and careful. Johnny’s brother both joined the army during the following year whilst Johnny retained his feminine character, which his mother somewhat expected but didn’t realise this was due to the continuing abuse. When Johnny was 15 his mother caught her husband abusing Johnny again and lost all reason. She attacked him with a kitchen knife and managed to severely damage his genitals. Johnny crouched in the corner whimpering whilst his mother sat and watched her husband slowly bleed to death. Johnny’s mother was arrested and tried for murder. She was found guilty of manslaughter by reason of diminished responsibility and Johnny was placed in the care of the local authority. After a really dreadful few months for Johnny in a care hostel, his mother’s sister agreed to have him live with her and to arrange some psychological counselling. This showed that Johnny really did see himself as a girl and after much debate and deliberation it was decided to send Johnny (now renamed Joan) to Brampton to see if the move to a female psyche was permanent. If it were deemed to be irrevocable Joan would then have the option of having surgery. Consequently Joan had kept her cock and had only very small boobs as a result of some massage; she was on no medication.

I then told them my story by which time it was time for bed. We all stripped off to get into our nighties. Caroline asked if she could have a better look at my tits, which I of course agreed to. She came over and started to feel their weight and their firmness. "Compared to ours, they’re so big." She said.

"They’ll be even bigger soon," I said, "I’m having some implants to make me look more like my mother."

By this time both Joan and Diane joined her and soon I was being titted up by all three of them. "Hang on," I said, "this is getting me turned on."

"Would that be so bad?" said Diane, with a smirk on her face. She then moved one of her hands down to my cunt and she started to rub her finger along my slit. I was getting really hot by now and when she slipped a finger between my lips, my knees buckled. They helped lay me on the bed where Caroline and Joan continued on my tits and Diane prised my legs apart to gain greater access to my vagina. I was soon writhing in ecstasy as Diane flicked her fingertips across my clit. Caroline started to suck one of my nipples giving the lead to Joan to follow suit. I held my feet as I opened my knees as wide as they would go so that Diane could have as much access as possible. Joan moved round to get a better angle for sucking my nipple. This put her cock close to my head and without thinking I simply turned my head, opened my mouth and drew her cock into my warm mouth. She gasped out loud. Just as I was really getting going with her small but very hard cock I too was forced to gasp as Caroline, who had herself shifted position, smoothly inserted her finger knuckle deep up my arsehole. Never having sucked a cock before I have no idea how I knew that Joan was building to her climax but I just knew she was. I really wanted to taste that spunk but just as she was about to cum, the bedroom door opened and there in the doorway stood Miss Pratt. By the look on her face she wasn’t about to ask us if we wanted to help her bake bread. The sight of four intertwined bodies bouncing around on one bed meant it would be difficult to concoct a viable excuse for our behaviour. "Just thought I’d pop my head in the door and see if you were all getting on alright but I can see that you’re all getting on a little too alright. Perhaps I might have a private word with each of you, starting with Caroline as you look the least intertwined and perhaps not in quite such an advanced state."

With that she left. Caroline slipped her nightie over her head and rushed off in the direction of Miss Pratt’s bedroom, which was at the end of the corridor.

Ten minutes later she came back and told Diane to go along. We asked her what had gone on and she said that Miss Pratt was really nice. She told her that she understood that we would want to experiment with each other but that we ought to be careful of each others feelings and sensitivities and that maybe this was just a bit too much a bit too early. Likewise Diane told Joan it was her turn and she told a similar story. Joan was a bit longer and called for me to go to her room. I got a similar lecture but then Miss Pratt asked me, "Stephanie how long have you been sucking cocks?"

"I’ve never sucked one before Miss," I replied.

"Oh, I see," she said thoughtfully, "did you enjoy it?"

"Yes Miss," I said looking down a bit embarrassed.

"What did you like about it Stephanie?" she continued.

"I loved the taste and the feel and the texture, I guess I just liked it all, Miss."

"Joan is a little on the small side though, isn’t she."

"Yes Miss, I suppose she is, although even when I had one, mine was about that size. I guess they do come bigger."

"Oh yes Stephanie, they certainly come bigger. Do you think you would like a bigger one."

"Oh yes Miss, I know I would."

"Stephanie, you know that all the girls here are gradually transforming into girls to one extent or another don’t you?"

"Yes Miss," I replied.

"Well, did you know that most of the staff have been through a similar transition?"
"Oh no Miss, I didn’t know that at all." I said with real surprise. She left her last statement to sink in and sink in it did until I suddenly blurted out, "what including you?"

"Yes Melanie, including me."

"To what extent Miss?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, would you like to see?"
"Yes please Miss," I said eagerly.

With that she stood up and removed her pyjama top to show a wonderful pair of chocolate tits topped with knobbly nipples that were absolutely jet-black. She turned her back and slipped down her bottoms. When she straightened I saw a lovely pair of chocolate brown arse cheeks. Slowly she turned around until she was facing me full on and there dangling between her legs was an enormous cock. Even I was aware that I was sitting there with my mouth wide open. Next to what I was beholding now, Joan’s cock looked like a little peanut. This was truly a monster. It was as black as her nipples with a large bulbous knob on the end. Her large crinkly balls hung behind it and the whole area was covered with a tight mass of black curls. And it all belonged to my cookery teacher/housemother.

"Well, what do you think," asked Miss Pratt.

"Gorgeous," I said without taking my eyes off the huge hanging member.

"You can get a little closer if you like," said Miss Pratt, "in fact you can get a lot closer if you like."

I took the offer and shifted over to sit on the edge of her bed with her standing right in front of me. I was looking her one eyed monster straight in the eye. Looking up I could see her huge brown tits dangling close to my forehead. Her nipples were stiff and protruding a good ½ inch. I reached out my hand and lifted her cock feeling it’s considerable weight. With my other hand I cupped her lovely balls. I lifted her cock towards my open mouth. It tasted wonderful. Not unlike Joan’s but in another way not like hers at all. It began to stiffen in my mouth and that felt fabulous. It not only grew in length but considerable in girth. It was now beginning to really stretch my mouth, which I’d opened as wide as I thought I could open it and then some. I started to move my mouth backwards and forwards and she began to move her hips to fuck my very willing mouth. She started to cup her tits, hoisting one up so she could lick her own nipple. I slid a hand between her legs to feel her arse cheeks. She let her tits fall and placed her hands on her arsecheeks and began to pull them apart. I took the invitation and knowing from recent experience just how good this can feel I pushed my finger into her arsehole. As I pumped my mouth back and forth I started to match the rhythm with my finger. Miss Pratt began to moan quite loudly and I started to worry that someone outside might hear. As if aware of this she picked opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet and pulled out a huge dildo. She shoved it into her mouth and began to fuck her mouth with the huge black length of rubber. When I’d been sucking for a good five minutes Miss Pratt gave an enormous grunt, lunged forward, held the back of my head with one hand and shot her load into my mouth. I tried to swallow the whole load but there was too much and it arrived too fast. It started spilling out of my mouth and dropping down onto my chest. When she’d finished she leant forward and kissed me on my forehead. She then squatted down and scooped up the spilled cum from off my chest and put her finger into my mouth where I sucked her finger nearly as hard as I’d just sucked her cock.

"You know you really are very good at that young lady."

"Thank you Miss," I replied

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Oh yes Miss, very much," I replied

"I think for the time being, we would be better to keep this our little secret, don’t you?"

"Yes, of course Miss," I said.

"I think we are going to have a very close relationship Stephanie. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes Miss, I really would," I said.

"I would like to ‘sort you out’ but I think considering how long you’ve been here already, that it might be best if you went back to your room. And while you lay in bed, why don’t you think about what you would like me to do for you to ‘return the favour’ as soon as we can find an opportunity."

I was a bit disappointed that our meeting was to be cut prematurely short but simply replied, "Yes Miss."

"Gosh, you were a long while," said Caroline when I walked into our room, "what she say to you then," she asked.

"Much the same as you really," I said.

"Well, she sure took her time saying it,"

"Yes, I guess she did. I’m tired, can we turn out the light now."

"Guess so," said Diane and reached over to the light switch.

Laying there in the dark, it really didn’t take me very long to work out ‘what favour’ Miss Pratt might perform for me. I was determined that she was going to be the one to pop my cherry. And I was determined that I wouldn’t wait long for it either. As things turned out I had to wait quite a time before I could claim my favour. Miss Pratt had to take some time off to nurse her mother following an operation. During her absence, Miss Holmes took us for cookery and she was really nice. She was a most imposing lady being so tall and well built but she was really sweet. As I was one of the biggest girls in the school, being close to Miss Holmes was a real treat. She made me feel small and I loved her for it.

Life settled into a predictable but happy routine. Apart from our lessons in cooking and PE, we had lessons in deportment, hygiene and beauty care. Every other evening I would telephone Mummy and often one or more of my Auntie’s would be there so I was able to speak with them as well. Of course, they wanted to know everything and I told them everything, well almost everything. The eight of us newcomers bonded together into a really good team. It soon became clear that the school was made up of six groups of eight girls as each new intake had formed themselves into a close group of friends although it was really quite easy to get to know all the other girls. One ritual, which at the beginning seemed most odd to me, occurred every Monday morning, in the gymnasium. All girls had to line up stripped naked so that Mrs. Buck could do a quick hygiene inspection before seeing all girls individually throughout the week. We stood in three lines whilst Mrs Buck and Miss Holmes walked slowly up and down each line closely scrutinising each girl. Miss Holmes would smile at each girl after having a really thorough look at her. She would sometimes lift a breast to examine it and perhaps look underneath it. Sometimes she would want to have a close look at a girl’s cock or ask her to bend over and pull her cheeks apart. I think it was her way of assessing progress and make sure we were keeping clean as well as ensuring Mrs Buck was doing her job correctly. Seeing the various shapes and sizes that stood there for 10 minutes was quite an education in itself. My rough estimate showed that about 70% of the girls had received surgery and of those who hadn’t about 50% looked like they weren’t going to as their cocks were of normal size. The others had shrivelled members and from the embarrassed look on their faces, many of them looked like they had serious regrets about not having had the operation before coming to Brampton.

When my first appointment to see Mrs Buck arrived I was again asked by her to strip and was subjected to a thorough examination and as promised a full measuring. It appeared that in just that one week I’d added to my hips and bustline. Mrs Buck then told me that I was to receive the first of my implants that very afternoon so I wasn’t to have any lunch. I told the girls in my room at lunchtime as I sat sipping just a small glass of water. They were delighted for me and I detected a certain degree of envy.

At 3.00 Mrs Buck took me through a previously closed door in her examining room into a small but fully equipped operating theatre. There she along with a nurse and lady doctor prepared me for surgery. It seemed that the doctor and nurse were retained to perform small operations on the school premises which they did every month or so. When I awoke I was in my bed with the other girls sitting by my side. The dears had watched over me from the time lessons finished at 5.00 until I awoke at about 6.30. They then took it in shifts so that they could all get down to the dining room for dinner. I expected to be sore but was in fact just very tired and dozed off to sleep a number of times until lights out when I slept soundly through until morning. In the morning Mrs Buck took me to the bathroom to help me wash, keeping my dressings dry. I did get a bit of a look at my now inflated tits and couldn’t wait for the dressings to be completely removed. This routine took place each morning until day 5 when Mrs Buck, having washed me said she would now remove the dressings.

"Oh my," she said as the last of the dressings fell away, "they’re lovely." And they were. I had been promoted to a B cup from my previous A cup but the difference seemed more than one letter in the alphabet to me. They were so much fuller and somehow, although probably imaginary, my nipple and aureole seemed so much larger. "Your mother asked them to use saline implants rather than silicon," she said. "Because they’re safer?" I asked. "Oh, no, no, my dear. You’re right they are safer. If saline leaks it will do you no harm whereas silicon can be dangerous. No, your mother thought that apart from the safety aspects, they would be best because so often silicon implants give the impression of the breasts being too firm, whereas saline allows the breast to droop more, giving a much more normal look." I was so pleased. This would mean that I would stand more chance of looking just like Mummy and my Auntie’s. Mrs Buck gave me a new larger bra to put on and put a very small dressing on the really very small incision points. When I got back to my room to dress for lessons, my friends who wanted to see my new tits surrounded me. I slipped off my nightie and then unhooked my bra. The look on their faces was pure magic. A curious mixture of admiration, jealousy and love. I have to say that I really enjoyed the new thrust of my enlarged bosom and the way the increased weight made them bounce up and down made me feel even more feminine than ever. Poor Joan felt even worse now about her lack of any real breast and on the way to first lesson I whispered to her that after lights out that night when Diane and Caroline were asleep she could slip into my bed and have a play with them. Of course, when she did visit me and was gently fondling my new orbs I had to find something to do with my hands so I revisited her mini member only this time I was rewarded with a nice mouthful of her lovely hot spunk. PE was a little more challenging now, as I was so conscious of their movement when I did any running. I was also looked at a lot more in the showers as the other girls would watch them swing as I bend down to wash my legs. And this was only the start. I was to have even larger implants before I left the school, which was now only four months away. One day in the gym changing room Miss Pearce sidled up to me and said how much better she thought I looked with my bigger tits. I smiled and thanked her and then she asked if she might have a closer look at the surgeon’s work. I followed her into her office with just a towel wrapped around me. When we got in there, she shut the door and took my towel off me dropping it on her desk. She certainly got close enough to see the little scars as I could feel her hot breath on my nipples. They immediately started to harden, a fact that didn’t pass her by as she looked at them and then up at me with the same saucy smile I’d seen on her face when she was looking at Sasha’s cock. I smiled back and nodded to her my permission to continue as she slipped her mouth over my nipple and begun to suck. I’d had the girls in my room (and by this time some in the other room) suck my nipples before but Miss Pearce seemed to be some kind of expert. I became so turned on that I was forced to shove two fingers into my own snatch. Miss Pearce immediately pulled my hand away replacing my fingers with two of her own. I was just forced to put my arm around her and hang on as she took me to delights I’d never experienced before. She was alternating her sucking between both nipples, plunging two fingers into my cunt and rubbing my very sensitive clit with her thumb. I didn’t know how she could do all that at one go, and frankly I didn’t care, I was just glad that she could. I was fast approaching an enormous orgasm and suddenly became aware that if I cried out, I’d be heard in the changing room. I picked up my towel and stuffed it into my mouth to muffle the screams that had just reached my throat at just that time. My legs completely collapsed beneath me and Miss Pearce held on to me and helped me into an armchair she had in one corner of the office. I can’t remember whether I passed out or fell asleep but I finally opened my eyes on her face close to mine blowing on my face to cool me down. I put my hands on either side of her face and drew her mouth to my own kissing her passionately. She broke the kiss and said that I’d better go and get dressed to avoid too much suspicion and that I could return the favour to her another time soon. It seemed to me that I’d heard that before and I still hadn’t been able to claim my favour from then. I wasn’t going to be dismissed quite so easily this time so I slid my finger passed the gusset of Miss Pearce’s suit and into her sopping fanny. She was so wet that it actually started dripping onto the floor.

With my other hand I started to pull the top half of her suit down and finally with her help the whole thing fell to the ground. Not nearly as expertly, I know, I sucked on her nipples and continued fingering her cunt. As I wasn’t sure whether my sucking her nipples was really adding to her pleasure, I spun her around so she was bending over her desk and thrust three fingers into her sopping hole from behind. I sucked on the index finger from my other hand and pushed it between her lovely firm buttocks and inserted it into her tight arsehole. I pushed until it was all the way in and then pulled almost all the way out before thrusting it back in. She started to moan and picked up my towel to repeat my stifling trick. As I was pleasuring her I noticed her hairbrush on the desk so as the rhythm moved my finger out I used the opportunity to grasp the brush and replace my finger with the handle. It was on of those handles that is very bulbous in the middle so inserting it was easy but then I had to push really quite hard to make her take the full length. She threw her head back and grunted so loud that I thought she must be heard outside. She already knew that the last of the girls had gone so she didn’t mind and grunted really loudly even though she still had a mouthful of my towel. With a free hand she opened the drawer of her desk to show me two really big vibrators just under some papers. With an ease and dexterity that surprised even me I flipped her onto her back on the desk whilst at the same time retrieving both vibrators from the drawer and flicking both switches. The first and fattest I plunged straight up her gaping bald cunt hole. The second I used to plug her arse hole that I had just vacated with the brush. This second vibrator was the smaller of the two but actually considerably larger than the brush handle, especially in its girth. With Miss Pearce well and truly plugged I started to pump both vibrators in and out of her with a piston like rhythm and ferocity. She lay there completely at my mercy. Mouth filled with towel and eyes staring at the ceiling and sometimes at me. I would just smile back and she would scream out almost as if she was in the most intense pain although it was exactly the opposite. When she at last climaxed I thought she was going to clear the desk of everything that was on it. She thrashed around like a wild woman and I began to wonder how long it had been since she last came. Finally, she arched her back so much that she was on her head and feet at the same time and gave out the most gut wrenching scream I’ve ever heard. Then she collapsed and lay as still as a corpse on the desk. And that’s how I left her. I went out into the empty changing room and got dressed. As I was about to leave I peeped through the crack in the between the door and the doorframe and could just see the still form of my PE teacher asleep on her desk with two vibrators still sticking out of her. I left the gym and as I turned the corner into the corridor I saw Miss Holmes coming the other way.

"Is Miss Pearce still there Stephanie?" she said.

"I think so Miss," I said and smiled sweetly as we passed.

It was around this time that Miss Pratt returned to school after looking after her mother. Her mother had made a full recovery and we could all tell that Mrs Pratt was glad to get back to Brampton. On her first day back Mrs Pratt caught me in the dining room and asked me if I would pop in and see her in her room a bit later. I found it really difficult to concentrate on any lessons that day and it was probably due to my daydreaming that I lost my watch. We had finished our PE lesson, had got changed back into uniform and had left when I suddenly realised I wasn’t wearing my watch. I left the others and went back to the changing rooms to look for it. Sure enough there it was laying on one of the changing benches. On my way out I had to pass Miss Pearce’s office and noticed that the door was just cracked open and there was a light on inside. I thought I’d just say goodnight again to Miss Pearce but as I got to the door some movement inside stopped me pushing it open and I just peeked in through the crack. Inside was a sight that shocked me. There was Miss Pearce in the nude, bent over a chair and with Sasha fucking her from behind at a furious pace. I stood there watching Sasha’s arsecheeks tighten and relax as she thrust that lovely cock right up our teacher. I couldn’t tell whether she was up her cunt or her arse but she was banging her really hard. I slid my hand in my knickers and frantically wanked myself off cumming just before Sasha slammed her cock home really hard as she shot her load up Miss. I exited quietly and sat in the loo to clam down before rejoining my friends.

By the time I finally got to Mrs. Pratt’s room, at about 5.30, I was shaking like a leaf.

"I seem to remember I owe you a favour Stephanie," she said with a mock concern look on her face.

"Really Miss?" I said, "What was that for?"

"Well, one good turn deserves another," she said and we both burst out laughing, not able to keep the charade going any longer.

"Seriously," she continued, "Have you had any thoughts about what I might do for you?"

I shook my head and said "No not really Miss. Yes of course I have, I’ve hardly been able to think of anything else for the last eight weeks."

"Yes, I’m sorry about making you wait but...." she said

"No Miss, I didn’t mean that. I just meant that I’ve really missed you and I really do want you to do something for me and I really can’t wait for you to do it."
"And what might that be then?" she said.

"Take my cherry, please?"

"I thought you might say that. Are you sure Stephanie? I mean really sure?"

"Oh yes Miss, I’m really sure. I want to lose my virginity to someone warm and kind and...."

"Yes?" she said.

"Someone ‘big’!" I said.

She laughed loudly and said, "Alright then. Now when would you like me to satisfy you? And I know you’ll say right now but that simply isn’t practical."

"As soon as you say it is practical then Miss." I said

"Come here tonight. But not until everyone in your room is sound asleep, and I mean sound asleep and not before 12.00 anyway to make sure everyone’s asleep."

I skipped back to my room about three feet above the ground. I couldn’t wait. The evening really dragged by until finally it was time for lights out – 11.00. I lay there awake willing myself not to drop off to sleep. At 11.55 I slipped out of our room and along the corridor to Mrs Pratt’s. I didn’t knock, just opened the door and slipped inside. The lights were all off but I could see Mrs Pratt silhouetted by the pale moonlight coming through the thinly curtained window. I slipped off my nightie and slid into bed next to her.

"Hello Stephanie," said a voice, but it wasn’t Mrs Pratt.

I fell out of bed with a thump and the bedside lamp was switched on. Sitting up in Mrs Pratt’s bed was Miss Holmes. The door opened and in walked Mrs Pratt. I’d been betrayed. By the woman that I thought I could trust and that I really loved. I felt my eyes prick as the tears welled up. Miss Holmes could see the look of distress on my face and said, "There, there, Stephanie, don’t cry. Sarah, get Stephanie a glass of water will you, I think she has had a bit of a shock." Mrs Pratt poured some water from a glass jug into a glass and handed it to me. When I’d sipped some she helped me up to sit on the bed. I hated her touch and flinched, pulling away from her.

"Oh Stephanie, please don’t feel badly to Mrs Pratt. I expect you feel she’s betrayed you in some way but that really isn’t the case and if you give me a few minutes and an open mined I think I can explain things for you."

I sat there sipping my water and staring into my lap but was gracious enough to give my headmistress a nod of my head to permit her to continue.

"You will not be aware of this but your Aunt Marjorie and I are good friends. We go back a long way, in fact she was my teacher when I was at school. In those days there weren’t that many women teachers in boys schools, she was one of the few. Yes my dear, I went to a boys school, because, you see, I was a boy. Yes, I know that must come, as something of a surprise to you but it’s perfectly true. I lived all my teens and quite a few of my twenties as a boy. Then one day my parents were both killed in a boating accident and I decided that this was my opportunity to begin a new life. I bumped into your Auntie Marjorie at a school reunion and after a long and convoluted story, which I won’t bore you with, now at any rate, I started life as a woman. It was she who helped me start this school many years later. Well, when I was approached about you coming here I was delighted to have a chance to pay her a kindness and readily agreed. However, both she and in particular your mother were concerned that you might want to experiment with any males we had here. I assured them that we had no men here but that along with myself we did have some on the teaching staff who still have their old equipment in working order. Yes, I can see that tonight is a real night of bombshells for you. Yes I still have my old male equipment in full working order."

"But, but, but you said you couldn’t understand people who..."
"People who hadn’t gone the whole way with surgery. Yes I did say that. My little joke I’m afraid. Of course you didn’t notice your mother and aunt trying to stifle their giggles when I said it did you? No, of course not. Well, anyway I promised your mother that if you were to lose your virginity here, a fact that she is incidentally not unhappy with, I would personally supervise it to ensure that it goes well. I then had words with staff in this category to enlist their co-operation. So you see my dear, Mrs Pratt was not being disloyal to you, she was being loyal to me and to the promise she’d made you. Now I know what you will be thinking, she made a promise to you too and you are, of course, quite right and she would like to keep that promise, wouldn’t you Sarah?"

"Yes, Pam I would. Stephanie, I love you in a very special way. I have had pupils in the past that have found out what I have here. Some have asked for me to provide the same service that you would like and I have always refused. For the most part no one ever finds out what I have here. I felt compelled to show you and to agree to ‘break you in’ because you do mean so much to me. From he first moment I saw you I felt strangely drawn to you, like never before. I told Miss Holmes of my feeling and the fact that I suspected you might have some feelings for me and here we are. I never wanted to hurt you darling, just do the right things and make things nice for you."
Mrs Pratt looked so upset as she spoke that my heart was breaking. I jumped up and rushed to her and hugged her for all I was worth. While we hugged there were times when I felt she would have let me go but I just kept on hugging her. Eventually she took both my upper arms in her hands, held me at arms length and smiled at me with tears running down her cheeks. I was crying too and I looked over at Miss Holmes who was still sitting up in bed in her nightie all misty-eyed.

"Now Stephanie," she said, " Sarah will fulfil her promise but I’m not sure that tonight we’re all in the best frame of mind to do it. But I don’t want you going back to your room all upset like this so I think you’d better come with me to my room where I can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re alright."

Miss Holmes got out of bed and as she bent down at the end of the bed to pick up her robe her nightie rose high above her buttocks and I was treated to a marvellous view of her wide feminine arse. She put on her robe and took my hand to lead me to her room. I hugged Mrs Pratt before I left and trotted down the corridor to place my hand in Miss Holmes’s open hand. We went to her room and without putting the light on Miss Holmes turned back the covers and got in patting the bed next to her as an indication that I should join her. I confess that I had been expecting a large double bed but in actual fact it wasn’t much larger than a single bed. When I got in I found that I was lying on my back with her arm round my shoulders and she hugged me to herself.

"Don’t worry darling," she said, "it will all work itself out soon, trust me." And with that she kissed me so gently on the forehead that I felt totally peaceful. I cuddled up to her resting my head against her large bosom. Whilst her nightie was very pretty it was so covered with lace that it was difficult for me to get in a position where a piece of lace wasn’t either tickling my nose or brushing against my lips. I started to fidget.

"Sorry, I expect that’s not very comfortable is it. Truth is I never wear anything in bed so my nighties are only for walking about in, that’s why I buy pretty one’s that I suppose aren’t very practical in other ways. Would you like me to take it off?"

"If that would be more comfortable for you too, yes I would." I replied

With that she sat up and removed her nightie and I felt I ought to do the same. When we lay back down together I felt more comfortable than I felt in a long time. Lying in the arms of someone who I think really did care about me, I relaxed and cuddled up close to her and fell fast asleep.

The bright sunshine streaming through the curtains that were slightly parted woke me in the morning and the first thing I became aware of was Miss Holmes’s prick poking me in the small of my back. I used to have that problem. Whether I wanted to or not, I always awoke with a hard on. Miss Holmes might not have woken up like this every morning but she certainly had today. By slightly adjusting my position I managed to get her cock sliding along my bum crack and she responded by gently rubbing along the crack although she was still very much asleep. I glanced at the clock to see that it was 5.30. As she roused she realised what was happening and lifted her cock up again so it was back in the small of my back and gave me a lovely warm hug at the same time. "You really are a naughty girl aren’t you," she said. "As much as I’d like to continue rubbing along the sweet little valley, Mrs Pratt is going to be the one to penetrate you first." Having said that she reached over to her phone on the bedside cabinet and pushed three buttons. "Sarah, sorry to call so early but we’re both awake and I think young Stephanie here would quite like to have you join us. Right." "Now young lady, let’s have a nice cuddle while we wait for Mrs Pratt to arrive." As we cuddled, I found my face level with her substantial bosom and took her large nipple in my mouth. I was still suckling at her breast when Mrs Pratt arrived. She hoisted her nightie off over her head and slipped into bed next to us squashing me between them. Their hands immediately started to explore me and I had no idea whose fingers were probing where. I grasped both their cocks and whilst Mrs Pratt’s was obviously larger, Miss Holmes was a very large cock too. Mrs. Pratt’s cock was thick, black and very hard with a very black bulbous knob and no foreskin. Miss Holmes’s was not quite as thick but was just about as long. It seemed that whilst she was really hard and her knob was exposed, it was exposed because her foreskin had rolled back.

We were all getting pretty worked up and got to a point where Miss Holmes considered I was ready to be entered. Working as one, they flipped me onto my back. Miss Holmes positioned herself up at my head and held my feet up by her shoulders, exposing my cunt and causing my lips to gape wide. Mrs Pratt positioned herself down between my thighs and lined her cock up with my hole. To ensure a really smooth entry, Miss Holmes leaned forward and taking Mrs Pratt’s cock in her hand she engaged the head of it with my sopping channel. Mrs Pratt eased forward and the head of her cock began to slide into me. She gently pressed her cock home until I could feel her balls touch my arsecheeks. Once home she waited for a few seconds before slowly easing back, almost all the way out. She then pushed forward again filling me up completely. She repeated this movement gradually speeding up. As she sped up she shifted her position slightly, which meant that I could feel her thick black curls tickling my engorged clit. I nearly shot through the ceiling at this and my eyes and mouth both opened wide. Just above my head I could see Miss Holmes erect prick bouncing around. I pulled it down towards my mouth and started to suck it hard. We settled into a rhythm that suited me being well and truly fucked whilst I could easily coax Miss Holmes to an inevitable climax. Mrs Pratt’s pubes together with her lovely pole plunging in and out of my tight fanny meant that my own climax was just about to hit me. I think it was the explosion of cum in my mouth that took me over the edge and just as I was coming to terms with the power of my orgasm, Mrs Pratt erupted inside me. All three of us collapsed into a sweaty, tangled heap of joyous contentment. I have no idea what happened next because the next I knew I was waking up being cuddled from both sides by two very lovely ladies and reaching down I found two very sticky semi-hard penises. I lay there with my eyes closed gently wanking them back to life, which really wasn’t difficult. I turned on my side to face Miss Holmes and gave her a nice kiss on her lips. Her lips parted and her tongue began to explore my mouth. I eased her now solid rod between my thighs and shifted forward so that she could slide along my still soaking slit. She moved a bit lower in the bed and as I felt her cock slip into my hole I gasped with delight that she could enter me from that angle. Her cock must have been slightly banana shaped to do it. A moment later, not to be left out, Mrs Pratt slipped a finger up my arsehole.

"Sarah," said Miss Holmes, "did you know that Stephanie has a passion for having a large object in her cunt whilst an equally large object is inserted in her arse?"

I looked shocked. Where had she got that idea? Seeing the look on my face she continued, "yes the other day I found poor Miss Pearce lying naked on her desk with two vibrators wedged in her holes. I think Miss Pearce would want us to repay the favour to whoever ambushed her, don’t you."

"Of course she would Pam. And I’m happy to play my part."

As she said that I could feel the head of her cock replacing her finger and nudging against my arsehole. I was very slippery from all the spunk pumped into me, which was gently leaking out of my cunt and lubricating my bottom. But taking a cock was a much different proposition than being fingered, let alone a cock the size of the chocolate log now pressing against my anus. Mrs Pratt who was about to break in both my holes was every bit as gentle and patient with my back bottom as she had with my front bottom. Miss Holmes moved very slowly, allowing Mrs Pratt to dictate pace and movement, concentrating most of her efforts into pinching my nipples, which was turning me on unbelievably. Soon Mrs Pratt was completely in and I honestly felt no pain at all. Just and incredible feeling of being completely filled. Once both cocks were well embedded they both struck up a rhythm that supported each other’s desire to hose both my holes down with a second helping of their baby cream. Having already cum once they were really up for a long fuck and that’s exactly what I got. They fucked me in perfect synchronisation for at least 20 minutes. Mrs Pratt was reaching around me at the same time and playing with my tits, leaving Miss Holmes to tweak my nipples unmercifully. There was the low hum of grunting and moaning coming from all three of us as they stuck to their relentless tempo. Eventually, I confess, I could take no more. I had climaxed at least five times during this sustained fucking and was literally seeing stars before my eyes. As if knowing that I was way over the edge they both increased their pace as I was fucked to the edge of oblivion. Suddenly a warm flood hit my insides and their gunge started to overflow from both my holes even though their huge swollen dicks were well wedged into me. Again I must have fallen asleep or even passed out as when I awoke, Miss Holmes had gone and I was left cuddling just Mrs Pratt. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 10.25. Mrs Pratt told me that Miss Holmes had got up in time for the start of school at 9.00 and as she had no lessons until 11.00, she had stayed to comfort me.

I had missed my first lesson but Miss Holmes was going to explain to my roommates that I had gone to Mrs Pratt in the night as I was feeling ill and that Mrs Pratt was looking after me.

When I returned to lessons, the girls were quite concerned about me but I told them I’d just had a bit of a headache and that I was feeling much better now.

During the next four months I had many experiences with the other girls in my room and those from other rooms as well but nothing quite lived up to the intensity of that morning. We never repeated it but over the next four months I did enjoy separate times with both Miss Holmes and Mrs Pratt and was a well-fucked young lady by the time I’d finished school. The times with Mrs Pratt were quite special to me, as we had grown really very close over the weeks. We loved being together, chatting and cuddling as well as fucking.

There was just one other major incident that occurred at Brampton that is worth recording. Regardless of the fact that Miss Holmes had ‘paid me back’ for the occasion with Miss Pearce, Miss Pearce wanted a return match. She finally got it about 7 weeks after the first time. It was a Friday evening just before I was about to go to bed, so it would have been about 10.30. I’d just come out of my room and was heading for the bathroom with just my dressing gown on when she caught me in the corridor and said, "Stephanie, you’re a big girl, can you give me a hand to move the larger trampoline over to the other side of the storeroom please." I said, "Yes Miss, of course, I’ll just go and get some clothes on." She said, "No need to worry about that, it’s on wheels and is not too heavy but I need someone at the other end to wheel it over straight. If I do it on my own it tends to go at an angle."

I followed her to the storeroom and she was right, it wasn’t difficult although it took a little time to get it into the gap that had been left for it. When we’d finished she said to me, "Well, I think I owe you some refreshment for all your hard work." I said, "No, no, please don’t worry about that. I was pleased to help." But she insisted so I went with her to her room. There she opened a bag of crisps and brought out a bottle of sherry. We sat chatting and enjoying the ‘feast’ even though it was getting late. I knew that I’d have to find my way back to our room in the dark as the lights had gone out just as we reached her door. By the time I’d had a couple of sherries, I was feeling a little light headed and Miss Pearce was clearly feeling ‘happy’. We both giggled a lot as we sat together on her small couch listening to the quiet music in the background. I’d never been seduced before but when she turned, slipped her arm around me and drew me into a passionate kiss, I knew that this is what it must feel like. It felt pretty good too. We were now reclined on the couch and she took my hand and led me over to her bed kissing me all the time. There on the bed she undid my robe and her hands found my erect and very hard nipples. She was so smooth in the way that she gradually brought me to a heightened state of arousal. I lay on the bed with my hands above my head and let her have her way with me. I didn’t even notice when she’d placed both my hands in slings that effectively tied them to the two sides of the top of the bed. She kissed her way all the way down my body, stopping to flick her tongue over my clit as she eased my feet into two more securings at the feet of the bed. I was now tied to the four corners of the bed and reaching under the bed she produced a silk scarf which she deftly passed around my head and gagged me. All of this happened while I was so excited I had no idea what was happening. I was in a total state of abandonment.

"Well now, my little sexy vixen, I seem to have the upper hand this time." She must have seen a look of terror in my eyes because she went on, "don’t look so frightened, I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, quite the opposite but this time I want to be in control and more than that, I want you to know that you are completely powerless. Of course, you don’t know just what happened when you left me last time do you? There I was lying on my desk with my legs akimbo and two vibrators filling both my holes when the door opens and standing there is my boss. This is my first term here and I’m now about to be sacked for gross misconduct. That would look great on my CV wouldn’t it. Anyway, Miss Holmes stands there with her mouth wide open, looking, not at my face but at my cunt and arse. I was horrified until I saw that she was actually captivated with the view and was actually licking her lips. She closed the office door and took hold of both vibrators and started to remove them. I’m thinking she’s just about to blow her top when she thrusts them back in and twists them. She does it once more and then removes the front one and starts rubbing my clit with it. By this time I’m back up on the mountaintop again, at which she hands me the vibrator and tells me to keep doing it to myself. So I stand up and by squatting, I’m wanking myself with a vibrator with another one hanging out of my arsehole. At the same time she starts to strip and thinking I’m about to have a rerun of our little session you can imagine the look on my face when she removes her knickers. Her erect cock sprung into view just as I was about to enjoy about my 2ooth mini climax.

She turned me round, pulled out the vibrator up my arse and replaced it with her throbbing cock. I was vigorously fucked for about five minutes when she shot a huge wad of spunk up inside me. She then pulled her cock out and shoved the vibrator back in as a plug so I didn’t lose her deposit. Since then she has fucked me in every position possible. I have never known anyone who can keep going as long as her and as many times in such a short period of time. So I have a lot to thank you for my darling Stephanie and I want to show you how thankful I am tonight."

During that long night I was fucked with the same two vibrators that I had plugged her with. She fucked me nearly to death with a strap on dildo that she told me Miss Holmes had bought her so she could fuck her from time to time. She sat on my face and made me eat her out for what seemed like hours and I got virtually no sleep. Because Miss Pearce was a PE teacher, she was incredibly fit and her stamina level was awesome. I wasn’t tied up or gagged all night, of course, and I asked her why she’d flagged so early on at our previous encounter while now she could keep going for hours on end. She told me that the first time we had sex was the first time she’d climaxed for months. She had poured all her energy into this new job and had not so much as wanked herself off let alone had a good fuck for a long time. That’s why she had collapsed on her desk. By the time I slipped back into bed at about 4 in the morning I was stiff, exhausted and very sore. Both holes were permanently open and my nipples felt like they had been pulled off.

Just one month before I was due to leave school Mrs Buck prepared me for my next surgery. It was almost a complete repeat of the first operation. And like last time, my roommates couldn’t wait to have a viewing of my new enlarged tits. And just like last time, my nipples seemed to have visibly increased at the same time. My tits felt huge now and my nipples looked permanently engorged. I loved them. I walked proudly thrusting them out and loved the degree of sag that In saw when I removed my bra and saw them hanging on my chest. Strangely, I loved to lay on my back and feel the sensation as they rest there spread over my chest. Foolishly, I thought they looked just like Mummy’s and can well remember the feeling of some disappointment when Mummy came to visit me and I was able to compare the thrust of her tits under her dress against my own. Mummy detected something wasn’t right and managed to elicit from me what was wrong.

"Darling, you look wonderful. I’m sure everyone in the school is jealous of your beautiful bustline. And don’t forget, we have said that given time you can have the bosom of your choice. If you should want them removed that would be fine or if you should want a giant bosom, that would also be fine. You haven’t had them that size for long so enjoy them as they are and be patient."

I was patient and I truly did love my new breasts. I have to say that although I could only flaunt them in front of Miss Holmes, Miss Pearce and Mrs Pratt for a few weeks, they loved them too. I had a job keeping my roommates out of my bed at nights too. Almost every night I had one of them in with me suckling on a nipple until they dropped off to sleep, and I usually awoke to one suckling on one as well.

Leaving my mother and Auntie’s to come to school was perhaps the saddest day of my life up to then but now came the second saddest day. I had to leave school and that meant leaving all my friends and Miss Holmes, Miss Pearce and saddest of all Mrs Pratt. Mummy and Auntie Marjorie came to collect me and I remember crying all the way to the car and most of the way home. When I got home my other Auntie's all flocked round me and fussed over me dreadfully, but it was very kind of them, and I liked it. There was definitely a hole left in my hearts affections though but I was badly mistaken in thinking that that was the last I’d see of Brampton Manor and the people I’d met there.

 

 

Chapter Six – A Woman at Last

I really missed all my friends at the school but being back with Mummy and my Aunties almost made up for it. It was nice to sleep in my own double bed again and have some peace and privacy. I hadn’t realised I’d missed that until I was back home. At the school there was nowhere to go to be alone. Even when I was in the bathroom, people would come in, as they had no locks on the doors. Many times I would walk in for a shower or a wash and find a friend sitting on the loo or already in the shower. A few times I was in the shower when a girl would just walk in to use the loo. In truth, we had built up such a friendship that had the bathrooms had more than one loo we would all have been happy to sit in a row defecating together.

Now at home I could find time to relax and enjoy the English spring. Mummy was so proud of how I’d developed and spent almost all the first weekend home showing me off to my Aunties. She asked if I would mind spending the Sunday in the nude so that they could all appreciate how I’d changed. It seemed a strange request until I remembered that it really wasn’t long ago that I had been a normal grown-up man. They knew me as such and I daresay that now they all felt a glowing pride for their part in bringing me toward full maturity as a woman. I now not only looked like a young woman (rather than a young girl) but they enjoyed seeing the new graceful, almost elegant Stephanie. I must have presented a stark contrast from the clumsy, flat-footed Stephen that I had been. I happily agreed to spend the warm afternoon in the nude feeling sure that they would not keep all their clothes on for the whole day, and I was right. By mid afternoon Auntie Jane and Auntie Olive were totally naked with me. Mummy and Auntie Emma were in just their Basques with stockings and although Auntie Marjorie kept her dress on it was quite obvious that she had nothing on underneath. By eight o’clock in the evening all six of us were completely naked. It proved a wonderful chance to remind myself of just how lovely they all were and yet how individual.

Whilst they were all heavy ladies, beautifully rotund, there was Mummy, with her huge dark nipples and monstrous dark brown aureole; Auntie Emma and her enormous bottom wobbling beautifully every time she moved; Auntie Olive who has the largest tits I have ever seen tipped with the most massive nipples; Auntie Marjorie, quite possibly the hairiest lady I’ve ever seen and dear, dear Auntie Jane with her very bald cunt with its huge hanging lips.

As the evening moved toward time for bed it was Auntie Marjorie who said simply, "Time for bed. Who’s going to spend it with me?" Without a thought in my head as to why, I said, "Can I?" as quickly as if I’d been primed that she was about to ask.

"Of course darling," she said taking my hand and leading me up to my bedroom. We jumped into bed and started hugging and gently kissing each other. The kisses then became more passionate until we were hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. I started to kiss Auntie down her throat and around her neck. She became very aroused at that and began pulling at my sensitive nipples in response. I moved further down kissing her lovely belly on my way down to her honeypot. I’d only just got to her navel when I met the beginning of her mass of pubic hair. I loved sucking her hair it into my mouth and enjoying the warm musky fragrance that she gave off. I was glad that we’d left the bedside lamp on so that I got a lovely view of her wonderfully lush cunt. Thick dark lips framed by the thickest forest of dark brown hair spreading from navel to arsehole and all over her upper thighs. It was a magnificent sight. It wasn’t only the sheer thickness of her bush that was impressive but the length of the hair. It hung down well below her cunt. I gave her a fierce tonguing, which had her grunting like an old pig. She then climbed onto her hands and knees and putting her hands behind her as she bent over she pulled her massive cheeks apart. I could just make out her arsehole in amongst the mass of hair. I reached out my hand to stroke it and to poke the hole. Auntie pushed back and pulled herself even wider open. My finger slipped in all the way up to my knuckle. It felt warm, sticky and very, very tight. Auntie groaned as I wiggled my finger. She groaned again so I pulled my finger out and thrust it back in again. She grunted this time very loudly. I looked under her and could see her rubbing her swollen clit. With my spare hand I reached into my bedside cabinet drawer and pulled out one of my vibrators. Before going off to school I’d used it to rub my own clit but since I’d experienced the thrill of being completely filled by Mrs. Pratt, I’d taken to shoving it right in to the hilt. Now it was Auntie Marjorie’s turn. I flicked the switch to slow and began teasing her lips and the entrance to her now soaking hole. Just as she had done with my finger (which was still in her tight arse) she forced herself back to try to get more of it in her. I wasn’t going to let that happen and was now in full command of the pace. Slowly I entered more of it into her and at the same time increased the speed of the vibrations. Finally it was all in her and the vibrator and my finger were moving in and out of her twin holes at a furious pace. She was bucking and grunting with her heavy tits bouncing about under her. Finally she gave an enormous groan and shuddered frantically before collapsing on the bed. My finger plopped out but the vibrator was well and truly wedged in her and she lay on her side with the vibrator firmly held in place by her thighs. I thought she’d sleep now but she was to have none of that. After lying there for just a minute or so she jumped up climbed back onto the bed and squatted right over my face. Her hair was all over her inner thighs and as she held up her belly I could see the hair above her cunt all the way up to her tummy button. Just as I resumed my licking she climbed off the bed and taking her bag she disappeared into the bathroom attached to my room. She emerged two minutes later wearing a huge strap on dildo. It was black and almost as large as Mrs Pratt’s was. I licked my lips and turned onto my hands and knees presenting my rear to her. I was hers. She could do anything with me. She strode over with the huge cock swaying back and forth in the most realistic fashion. For the next twenty minutes Auntie Marjorie proceeded to fuck my brains out. By the time I’d come for the twentieth, thirtieth or fourtieth time I was almost unconscious. She fucked my cunt, then my arsehole then my cunt again until I was so out of it that I couldn’t tell what was being fucked. The next thing I remember was waking up in her arms in the morning with a smiling Auntie Jane trying to give us a cup of tea in bed.

The next night I went to stay with Auntie Olive and Auntie Emma at their house. I think I have already explained that none of these ladies could be described as young. They were all, what most people would describe as overweight and yet their sexual stamina was quite overwhelming. I spent the night in between my two Aunties and they gave me the time of my life. I think I have always liked big bottoms and big breasts and in these two women I had the best of both. What was particularly unique was that as they each had one of those attributes I was able to make the best of them at the same time. At one point I had Auntie Jane on her hand and knees so I could bury my face in her bottom, while Auntie Olive lay underneath her so I could play with her monster nipples. They really were enormous and I remembered the time when she would change my nappy and then breast-feed me with her milk. Her nipples must have been 1½ inches long and at least a thick as my thumb. At the same time I was licking one arse and playing with two swollen nipples Auntie Emma was licking Auntie Olive to a very audible climax. As she climaxed, Auntie Emma pulled her cheeks wider apart and I tongued her to her own orgasm. They then spent the next hour pleasuring me and I don’t think there was anything that they could do to me that they didn’t. By the time I arrived home the following lunchtime I was completely shattered and went up for a sleep.

That night Auntie Jane wanted her turn and the following night Mummy and I caught up on some Mother/daughter time which again left me totally spent. I’d gone from being a man who’d never had a sexual experience to a young woman who’d been brought to climax in every way possible. Or so I thought.

I’d been home a few weeks when Mummy asked me what I wanted to do with the rest of my life as a woman. It may sound silly but up to then I’d spent all my time trying to become a woman and the thought about what I’d do when I got there simply hadn’t entered my head. The question left me quite bemused and I began to think seriously about what I would do. I also started to think about what I wanted to be like. I’d been so captivated by how Mummy and all her friends looked that deciding how I wanted to look became quite a conundrum. There was a time when I’d decided I wanted to be a hairy lady just like Auntie Marjorie, until I saw a very bald Auntie Jane, then I wanted to be just like her. So I spent the rest of the afternoon in my bedroom writing down how I felt and what were the various attributes I’d ideally like. By early evening I’d come to some decisions and was ready to talk to Mummy about them.

"Firstly," I began as we sat with an after dinner glass of wine, "I have to tell you that I still haven’t decided exactly what I want to do as a profession but I have some ideas that I’ll tell you later. I’d better start though with the things I have decided." Mummy sat forward on the sofa and looked really quite intent. "I’ve decided that as I love you all so much that I’d like to somehow embody attributes from you all. To start with, as your daughter it is almost inconceivable that I could grow much older and retain breasts this small. I know they are about three times larger than just a short while ago but as your daughter I must resemble you as much as possible. Oh don’t get me wrong. When I say "I must" I mean I really desperately want to. So, I would like to replace my current implants with much larger ones. I have decided that I’d like them larger than yours so that they are like Auntie Olive’s but that I’d like to ask Dr. Lewin if she can also help me with my nipples as well this time. I would like them to be a combination of Auntie Olive’s and yours Mummy. I’d like them the same size as Auntie Olives but as dark as yours and I’m not sure she can do anything about enlarging my aureole but I’d like them at least as large as yours if its at all possible. I also want the saline implants again so my tits sag naturally like yours. I don’t want them standing out like a couple of gravity defying airships that I know saline implants would do. Next, I’d like to talk to the doctor about increasing my bottom. I know the hormones have brought it up to a reasonable size but I would really like to be as large as Auntie Emma is. I am hoping the doctor can help me achieve that. Finally, I was wondering if Dr Lewin could do something with my fanny lips. Although my hair is growing back nicely, my fanny lips still make my cunt look like a little girls. Auntie Jane has such lovely droopy lips and I would like to look more like her."

When I’d finished outlining my thoughts, Mummy asked me to sit with her on the sofa and when I did she cuddled me so closely and warmly I knew she was pleased with my thinking. She did explain to me that having very dark nipples did limit what you were able to wear, as sometimes they would show through, but I told her that I was her daughter and I would love to be just like her in that respect.

And so it was that just a week later I found myself in the same theatre as my original operation being prepared for my adjustments. Dr Lewin had had a good look at those I was trying to model myself on and was fairly sure that she could do something on most fronts. The recovery period was really quite painful this time because I’d opted to have all the adjustments done at the same time rather than string them out over the next few months. It seemed like every part of me hurt. The doctor gave me GG implants that brought my size above Mummy’s and close to Auntie Olive’s. She was able to provide my nipples and aureole with multiple injections that both increased their size and darken their pigment. Whilst they weren’t as large as Auntie Olive’s they were definitely much larger than most other women’s and ended up even darker than Mummy’s. Doctor Lewin had also given me collagen injections in my fanny lips that had swelled them to a very respectable size. Whilst they were still smaller (by quite a way) than Auntie Jane’s they were a good deal more respectable and womanly than they had been. The really clever bit was with my bottom. I so wanted to be like Mummy and my Aunties that we came up with a plan that would see them having a real and lasting effect on me. Dr Lewin used liposuction to extract fat from the thighs and bottoms of Mummy and all my Aunties and pumped it very carefully (and slowly) into my thighs and bottom. The net effect was that I was now considerably larger in those areas. My bottom felt enormous and I remember the first time out of bed to visit the loo was quite an experience. I was now carrying an extra 16 pounds in weight and most of it on my chest and bottom. I couldn’t walk without accentuating the wiggle that I’d been taught to do at Brampton Manor school. Sitting on the loo was unquestionably a remarkable experience as I felt about 3 feet higher. Like sitting on a huge cushion and then on the loo. I came out of the clinic about three weeks after I’d gone in and then spent a further week in bed at home only gradually getting up and doing more.

During the time in the clinic I had lots of visitors of course including two separate visits from Miss Holmes and Mrs Pratt. It was so good to see them, especially Mrs Pratt who almost ended up in bed with me, although that was really my fault. She was sitting on the chair next to my bed, squeezing my hand in her lap. I could feel her cock getting really very hard and started to squeeze it. I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt and up her inner thighs and up to her knickers. She parted her thighs and I slipped my hand up the leg of her skimpy knickers. Her cock was rock hard. She stood up to give me better access and I pulled her knickers right down and got her to step out of them. Lifting her skirt I saw her magnificent jet black cock again. I’d forgotten just how beautiful it looked, with lovely globules of pre-cum already leaking out of the little lips at the end.

I reached out my other hand and cupped her lovely balls. I lifted her cock towards my open mouth. It tasted just as wonderful as I’d remembered it. It began to stiffen even more if that was possible and the size of it in my mouth felt fabulous. It seemed to grow in length and in girth. It really stretched my mouth, which was opened as wide as I could get it. I started to move my mouth backwards and forwards and she began to move her hips to fuck my very willing mouth. She reached into her blouse and pulled her tits out of her bra, hoisting one up so she could lick her own nipple. I slid a hand between her legs to feel her arse cheeks. She let her tits fall and placed her hands on her arse cheeks and began to pull them apart. I took the invitation and pushed my finger into her arsehole. As I pumped my mouth back and forth I started to match the rhythm with my finger. Miss Pratt began to moan quite loudly and I started to worry that someone outside might hear. As if aware of this she reached down to her handbag and from it she pulled out her huge black dildo. She stuffed it into her mouth and began to fuck her mouth with the huge black length of rubber. When I’d been sucking for a good five minutes she gave an enormous grunt, lunged forward, held the back of my head with one hand and shot her load into my mouth. I remembered the first time she’d cum in my mouth and on that occasion I tried to swallow the whole load but there was too much and it arrived too fast. It spilled out of my mouth and dropped down onto my tits. This time though I took the whole wad and swallowed every last drop. Unfortunately, due to my condition, Mrs Pratt was unable to repay the climax so I told her that I’d be in to see her just as soon as I’d recovered enough to really enjoy feeling that enormous rod up me.

I gradually healed and about six weeks after entering the clinic I was in good shape, literally. Looking in the mirror was a real treat. I now had huge pendulous tits topped with large black nipples, surrounded by really dark brown aureole about three inches across. They hung down now almost to my waist bringing my nipples and tummy button nearly in line. My cunt was a mass of thick brown curly hair and in tribute to Auntie Marjorie I had nice little bushes under each arm. My arse was simply huge, with two enormous squashy cheeks. Consequently, I had to have new bras, knickers and dresses. I took to wearing white leggings and white thin blouses around the house with no underwear on underneath. You could easily see my hairy cunt and my enormous boobs swaying underneath. My huge arse would wobble from side to side as I walked and felt just wonderful if ever I broke into a little trot to get somewhere more quickly.

I figured I was about ready to visit my old school and more precisely Mrs Pratt.

The old place hadn’t changed at all and a smiling Miss Holmes who had been warned by Mummy that I was on my way to see them greeted me. Mrs Buck joked that it was about time for me to have an inspection. She looked visibly shaken when I said," Alright, let’s go and get it done now." She said that she would love to see just what the doctor had done so I accompanied her to her room. This time I wasn’t the least bit shy about stripping off but thought I would have a little joke with her. "Mrs Buck," I said, "I’m still a bit shy about taking my clothes off when you’re fully clothed. Would you take yours off as well?" Amazingly, she agreed. She was undressed well before me and I then had a very naked Mrs. Buck helping to strip me. She looked absolutely lovely. I’d never noticed before but she has the most amazingly smooth skin. So soft and gentle. Once I was naked she asked if she could examine me and I said yes if I could do her. She really put me through an in depth examination and was astonished with the quality of my surgery. I then asked if I could examine her and had her on her back on the couch with her feet in the stirrups and three fingers in her sopping cunt in no time. As I probed her inner depths I flicked her clit with my tongue and she nearly went through the ceiling. She climaxed very quickly with her arse bouncing up and down on the black leather couch. I finally left her still lying on her couch but unlike my little trick on Miss Pearce, I made sure the ‘engaged’ light was on outside her door so that she could recover slowly and without being disturbed. I learned later that that was the first orgasm Mrs Buck had had with someone else for two years. No wonder she came so quickly.

Mrs Pratt took me out to dinner and spent a lot of time and trouble seemingly wooing me. When we got back to her room, we kissed really passionately and a combination of the kiss, the wine and the kind and gentle way she’d treated me made my legs buckle. We sat on the sofa and she kissed me and very gradually accelerated our passion. It was fully twenty minutes before she had so much as put her had on my thigh and frankly I was gagging for it by the time her hand got to my knickers. Eventually we found ourselves in bed. She admired my new physique and wanted to play with my arse. I was happy as long as I was playing with that beautiful cock.

It was so very thick, black and as hard as a rod of iron with a very black bulbous knob and no foreskin. Finally she got me on my back and positioned herself between my now gaping and enlarged lips and lined her cock up with my hole. Mrs Pratt eased forward and the head of her cock slid smoothly into me. She pressed her cock all the way until I could feel her balls touch my arse cheeks. She then slowly eased back almost all the way out and then pushed forward again filling me up completely. She kept doing this and gradually sped up continuously shifting her position slightly, meaning that I could feel her thick black curls tickling my now engorged clit. As her pubes stroked my swollen love button my eyes and mouth both opened wide and I nearly screamed out loud. In a repeat of what happened in the clinic, Mrs Pratt reached over to her bedside cabinet for her black dildo and forced it into my mouth. I started to suck it hard. We settled into a rhythm with me well and truly fucked whilst sucking on the dildo. Mrs Pratt’s pubes together with her lovely pole plunging in and out of my tight fanny meant that my climax wasn’t far off. I think it was the explosion of cum in my cunt that took me over the edge. Mrs Pratt erupted inside me with such force that her spunk was squirting passed her cock and out of my cunt and dripping down my arse crack. We collapsed into a sweaty heap of joyous contentment and spent the rest of the night cuddled up apart from the repeat performances every two hours or so. She had me in every position and in both holes, all night long. In the morning I turned on my side to face her and gave her a nice kiss on her lips. Her lips parted and her tongue began to explore my mouth. I eased her now solid rod between my thighs and shifted forward so that she could slide along my still soaking slit. She moved a bit lower in the bed and as I felt her cock slip into my hole just as her other hand deftly slipped her dildo up my arsehole.

With my cunt and arsehole filled at the same time the picture of poor Miss Pearce lying naked on her desk with two vibrators wedged in her holes came to my mind. The only difference was that I now had just one vibrators and one very real and live chocolate log in me. I was now completely filled up and was rewarded with yet another helping of baby cream. During the night I must have climaxed at least seven times during a campaign of sustained fucking.

Mrs Pratt had to leave early for class and when a couple of hours later I was up and dressed I decided to go and see Miss Pearce in the gym. She greeted me with a warm loving kiss and we were soon sitting in her office sipping tea and talking over ‘old times.’ Of course the inevitable episode came up and I was pleased to hear that she apparently held no grudge and far from getting her into trouble with Miss Holmes had been the catalyst for their new relationship. I was loath to ask her too much about it but she was keen to talk and tell me everything about it. It seemed that they now shared the same rooms and were deeply in love. She was as happy as anything because she was "having the life fucked out of me every night." She said she did miss getting into a girls knickers and having some fun with a fanny and with that she got up walked over crouched down and slid her hands up under my skirt. She stood me up and took off my skirt and my knickers. I was now naked from the waist down. She took off my top and bra leaving me totally in the nude. She laid me down on a small bed she had in the room for girls who felt unwell. She made me put my hands up over my head and began playing with my huge nipples. She seemed captivated by their size and colour. Slipping off her shorts she squatted over my face so that I could lick her out. We ended up with Miss Pearce lying across my lap sucking my nipples like a little baby with me fingering her soaking hairless vagina. Her tits were really very small and she looked just like a real baby. It reminded me of how I used to lie on Auntie Olive’s lap. I must have looked not dissimilar to Miss Pearce but oh how a few months had changed me. I now looked remarkably like Auntie Olive. I finished Miss Pearce of by licking and sucking her love button while in a 69 position she buried her face in my bushy cunt. I was so worn out with all the activity that I had to have a little sleep before I attempted to drive home so she left me until mid-afternoon. I eventually got home to Mummy in the early evening and slept for the whole of the next day.

The trip to the school settled in my mind what I wanted to do. I wanted to return to the school as a teacher. Auntie Marjorie was wonderful and contacted her old friend Miss Holmes to surreptitiously explore the possibility. It seemed that their Maths teacher was leaving in the summer and Miss Holmes did have to find a replacement. As I had a degree in Maths I was ideally placed and just needed help with how to teach it. Mrs Pratt agreed to help on this front and was appointed my mentor with strict instructions to spend each evening with me teaching me all she knew. I couldn’t wait.

That meant that I only had the summer to spend with Mummy and my Aunties. We spent as much time as we could in each other’s company. Mummy invited Mrs Pratt over to stay with us for a few days so she could get to know her better. Mrs Pratt had trouble coming to terms with how open our relationship was but a trip out on her first day helped her overcome any inhibitions. We took her out on a little trip around the area arriving at a farm park in the late afternoon for some tea and scones. After having our refreshments we took a stroll round the farm to see the animals. The lambs were still quite sweet and it was a lovely sunny day. Our stroll took us to the horses’ stables where they kept large farm horses. As one of the stallions was standing there with Mummy patting his nose his huge black cock started dropping down until it swung at full length. Without thinking I said, "now where have I seen one like that before?" Even though Mrs Pratt is really very black you could see her embarrassment. Mummy smiled and said, Stephanie, I doubt that even Mrs Pratt had one as large as that monster." "Well, Mummy, it might not be quite as long or as thick but she’s not far behind." "Well, if that’s true that is one I would like to see," said Mummy. "Well I’m sure Mrs Pratt will show you at home Mummy," I said. "Not a lot of good there Stephanie, we can’t measure it against this fine beast here, can we?" she replied. We both looked at Mrs Pratt who smiled in resignation and as it was very quiet indeed unhooked her skirt and removed her knickers. Mummy audibly gasped at its size even though it was still limp. It thickened and hardened as we watched and within a minute was fully erect. Mummy stood affixed with her mouth open. As we were all watching the scene a mare bent its head over the stable door and licked the head of Mrs Pratt’s cock. The hot breath made it twitch and it stiffened even more. "I think she’s keen on you," said Mummy. The horse continued licking the cock and was getting quite frisky from the experience. "I don’t suppose they get much here," said Mummy. "Why not make her day?" "How?" said Mrs Pratt. "Slide it into her hole of course," said Mummy. "What here?" said Mrs Pratt. "Well, why not?" said Mummy, "it’s very quiet and we can make sure no-one comes. If anyone does come I’ll go and engage them in conversation while you get dressed, but I’m sure we won’t be disturbed anyway." Mrs Pratt, who was obviously really turned on by the whole idea, unlocked the stable door and went in. The horse moved round and she positioned herself directly behind the mare. She was too low down so I handed her a stool that was just outside. She climbed up and held the mare’s tail out of the way. From where I was I could clearly see the thick black rubbery lips of the mare’s vulva. Mrs Pratt lined up her thick tool and eased it forward. The horse snorted at that but stood rock solid still. Mrs Pratt slowly pushed her cock all the way home. "How does it feel?" I asked. "She’s so hot" Mrs Pratt said. Mrs Pratt got a nice rhythm going and fucked the horse for about five minutes. I had a wonderful view of it as this thick black rod stroked in and out of a wet, black and swollen vagina. Suddenly Mrs Pratt shuddered and shot her load deep into the mare’s womb. Mrs Pratt, weak with the sensation, almost toppled off the stool but regained her senses long enough to climb down and slip her knickers and her skirt back on. Looking still quite flustered she left the stable. I had been totally transfixed by the whole episode and had missed the fact that far from being ready to engage an interloper in conversation Mummy had removed her skirt and knickers and was frantically wanking herself. "Your turn," Mrs Pratt said looking at Mother. "What, with the stallion you mean?" said Mummy. "Why not?" said Mrs Pratt, "it’s only fair." "But the size of that would kill me," said Mummy. "Well at least you can take some of it then, I’ll keep watch." Mummy went into the stable with the stallion. It immediately started to sniff around her smelly fanny and then to lick her. His cock started to stiffen and Mummy took it in her hand and started to wank it and rub it round her cunt. She managed to position herself half under him so she could get the knob of his cock just inside her lips. Unusually, but probably because of all the wanking she’d done, Mummy orgasmed very quickly by which time I’d joined her with my knickers and skirt off. I was bending over as she took his cock and rubbed it all round my bottom and both my holes. Mrs Pratt handed over the large stool that she’d used and we placed it under the horse’s belly. I then laid on it on my back with my legs apart and Mummy guided the hot steaming cock towards my sopping wet vagina. The horse jerked forward and his knob entered me. I was frightened that I might be damaged but the horse eased off before pushing forward a bit more. I have never felt so stretched. Whilst he would never be able to get the length of it in me, he certainly forced the girth in. Mummy was feverishly rubbing my clit at the same time until the cock exploded in me hosing spunk everywhere. My tummy and legs were covered, as were my pubes and fanny lips. Inside I was completely filled with spunk. It all came off the horse’s cock in a sort of sock and the extremely thick and very sticky load was all over my lower half. We found an old towel lying nearby so Mummy wiped me as clean as she could and we all contributed paper hankies from our handbags. I slipped my knickers back on but the spunk kept oozing out of me for the next two hours. Periodically I had to wipe the inside of my thighs, as another dollop of spunk would slide out the side of my knickers and down my leg.

The autumn term started in September and I found myself there as a teacher now and not a schoolgirl. I moved in with Mrs Pratt so that she could ‘teach me all she knew’ and I like to think that I taught her a few things too. I also helped Miss Pearce with some of her sports teams and became coach to the older girls’ netball team. We won all our games against other schools, all who thought that we were a normal girls school. Because we became schools champions I thought that the team might have something planned for me, as it was a tradition to throw the winning coach fully clothed in the showers or the pool. But what they did have planned was quite different.

When I got to the changing room they were already in the nude having stripped off to shower and all said, "Come on Miss, you’ve got to shower with us as well." If this was how lightly I was going to be let off, I jumped at the chance. They all watched as I slipped off my clothes and when I was naked they jumped me. I was much heavier than they were individually but collectively I didn’t stand a chance. I was also nowhere near as agile. They very gently tied my wrists together over my head. They used tights so that they didn’t damage my skin and then carried me over to the centre of the changing room. There they hooked the tights onto a large hook that had been attached to a small pulley wheel up on one of the ceiling beams. They also produced a penis shaped gag that they pushed in my mouth and fixed tightly round my head with Velcro. They then began to pull on the rope that went up to the pulley. This pulled me upright with my feet on tiptoe and my hands suspended above my head nearly touching the beam. One of the girls then appeared with two vibrators and a pair of girls running shorts. They slid the shorts up over my feet and ankles. One of the girls then took one of the vibrators and pushed it against my hot vagina. As I’d been well fucked all the night before it slid in quite easily. Whilst that was happening another girl took the second vibrator and applied a thick coating of Vaseline to the tip of it and inserted it in my anus. They then pulled up the shorts (which were obviously too small for a huge arse like mine) effectively locking the vibrators in place. Two girls then reached into the shorts at the front and back and switched the vibrators on – full speed. With that they all kissed me on the cheek and went for their shower. They returned, all got dressed and left the changing room. I’d hung there for over an hour when the door opened and Miss Pearce came in with a big grin on her face. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Stephanie, my darling, how does it feel? Please believe me when I say I’m not mad at you when I think of what you did to me a while ago. If it wasn’t for you Pamela and I might not be together but I rather feel that there might be a part of you that would like to be forced and so when the girls asked what they could do to ‘thank’ you for helping them win, I was only too willing to steer them in this direction. My, my, you are a wet little girl aren’t you? Well have fun and I’ll see you later." With that she left the room giggling mischievously. I was left hanging with two vibrators wedged in me with wave after wave of orgasm hitting me. I don’t know how I endured it because she left me there for another two hours. By the time she returned the shorts were completely soaked. I’d even wet myself while I was hanging there and had one of the vibrators not been stuck up my arse hole I’d have messed myself as well. When she finally let me down and pulled out the back vibrator I did indeed mess myself, there on the floor of the changing room. She got some toilet paper and baby lotion and started to clean me up. As her fanny is totally bald I think she quite enjoyed seeing me lying there with my legs in the air, knees apart, and my very hairy yawning cunt exposed for the entire world to see. As I was lying there like this with her cleaning me up the girls from the team returned to see if I was all right. When they saw the sight that greeted them they couldn’t take their eyes off my cunt. They gradually all shuffled over to get a closer look. I was so tired out I just lay there and let them look. Not that that was enough for them, they all wanted a poke to feel just how slippery I was. Miss Pearce didn’t discourage them, she just opened my lips and after that rolled me over and pulled my fat arse cheeks apart so they could all see how very sore my arsehole was.

Life at the school has never since been any less than a daily thrill. I spend most of my spare time with my live-in lover and go home and visit Mummy and my Aunties during holidays, although very often Mrs Pratt comes with me on those occasions. For some unknown reason she is very popular with Mummy and my Aunties. Miss Holmes and Miss Pearce have also stayed with us and Mrs Buck is due to visit over the half-term weeklong break. I have a feeling she’s in for a real eye opener. In fact I’d be surprised if that’s the only thing that gets opened.

What of the future? Who knows? I am now the shape I really want to be and am happy with the variety and volume of excitement I get and am able to provide. I sometimes emulate Auntie Jane by removing all my body hair and that provides a nice diversity. Auntie Olive has shown Mrs Pratt how to treat me like a baby and she will often do that for the whole weekend, which she really loves. I regularly fuck her with a strap on dildo that we bought as she gets a huge amount of satisfaction from being on the receiving end. We occasionally have a swapping evening at the school and I end up with Miss Holmes or Miss Pearce and have a few times had a night with one of the ‘girls’ but that’s another story. I only hope that they end up as happy and fulfilled as I am. The end?

 

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