The Island Ch. 01
Keywords: 01, Ch., Island, The,
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My feet were narrower and smaller, more feminine as I teetered in the high heels, the ankle straps still holding them firmly in place. My gaze worked upwards where lacy garters held up the stockings and framed in the groin area where a pair of tiny, matching black, silk panties clung every so loosely to my crotch, the penis that should have been heaving out from there against the flimsy material conspicuously absent, a gentle rolling bulge instead, a narrow slit barely visible. My labored breathing grew even louder. What was happening? How had they done it? The girls were smiling and Terry, although enjoying himself, had stopped for a moment to admire the view.
"My turn." Christa said rising from the bed. She took the scissors from him and he sat down in her place. "Do you like what you see?" She asked me, clearly interested in the answer.
I was speechless; all I could manage was a nod. Satisfied, she stepped forward with scissors in hand and began to work where Terry had left off near the waist where I could feel her smooth fingers sliding across my mid-drift, it"s view blocked by my heaving chest.
"Oh God." I cried, trying to capture every thought, every impulse wishing beyond hope that I could keep it all and savor every last, delicious moment.
She moved on to the sleeves and was slowly cutting through the material when I noticed that the arms that were outstretched and restrained were thin and more feminine, the heavy hands and fake nails replaced with smaller versions and perfect manicured fingertips. The sleeves dropped to the carpet and I could see thin, black, bra straps tracing gracefully over my shoulders instead of the wide ones that I normally wore. I looked into Christa"s eyes and she nodded as though she knew my question.
My gaze turned downwards as the scissors continued their work, the course material remaining of my uniform finally gave way, the last section across my chest fell to the floor, revealing a perfectly rounded set of breasts pushed up and held in place by a black, lace bra straining to hold them. The breasts were incredible and I couldn"t turn my eyes away, seeing them there as I had always dreamt instead of the fake stuffing I normally used. These were actually flesh and blood.
"They"re perfect, aren"t they?" she asked, knowing that I would agree.
She continued to admire them while I looked over to see Terry and Julie"s reaction. They were no longer watching us. She had shrugged the robe off her shoulders and Terry was reaching forward with two hands and fondling each of her breasts. I looked back and found my wife watching the pair also.
"Does that look like fun?" my wife asked me.
"Yes." I pleaded.
That was all I could manage, struggling at my bonds, trying desperately to pull away so my feminine hands could explore all the new curves and features my new body had to offer. As if sensing my discomfort, Christa stepped up and pushed the scissor blades between my blossoming bosom and started to squeeze the handles together, the sturdy band of material under my chest resisting under the growing pressure until finally, it gave way.
The lace panels darted away to the sides, my large, erect nipples leading my breasts into their natural, resting position. I couldn"t help but stare at the incredible view in front of me.
Christa finished it off by snipping the straps and the bra fell to the floor.
I now found my feminine new body naked except for the panties that continued doing their job, a hint of moisture now apparent.
Oh God this was perfect or so I thought until she dropped the scissors and cupped each breast in a hand, teasing and massaging the wonderful mounds, a thumb gently working each of the erect nipples.
"Oh my God." I gasped at her touch.
I was moaning now unable to contain the emotions bursting to get out of me. Her hands slowed despite my calls to continue.
"Don"t stop!" I pleaded, as Terry had done successfully.
When I opened my eyes I could see her head turned, her gaze falling upon the other couple. Julie had disrobed completely now and Terry had pulled off her panties. She was moaning loudly now and I could see her glistening cunt as Terry massaged her clit with two fingers. I longed to feel the same sensation she was enjoying and had turned back to face my wife, intent on pleading for equal treatment. I found her already on her knees before me, scissors in hand, snipping away my panties. I wasn"t sure they were gone until she tossed them away over her shoulder and they landed at the foot of the dresser.
Down through the gap in my beautiful breasts I could just push out my hips far enough to see that my penis was indeed gone and was replaced by a thin row of fine hair barely covering the moist, pink slit between my long legs.
I moaned again when Christ moved her fingers up to my crotch and gently ran them up and down the wet opening. I was wondering just how much more could I take as my head began to swim, glorious pleasure racked my shaking body.
I moaned.
Julie moaned
I moaned again and Julie moaned louder, faster.
I was in Heaven now savoring the pleasure but could help but sneak a peek next to us and found that Julie was now reclining against the headboard, Terry"s face buried in her crotch.
I thought I would pass out when I suddenly experienced a new sensation assault my body and looked down to see Christa there, gently rubbing my clit with her own tongue, wrapping it and drawing it slowly in and out with a gentle sucking motion of her red lips.
My legs shook, only managing to stay in place because of the restraints. The inhibited moaning in the room had turned animalistic as Julie and I worked unconsciously to out do one another in exclaiming to the world the ecstasy we were experiencing!
My wife was working her lips up my body now as I looked to our bed to see what could possibly be in store next and found Terry pressed tightly up against Julie, their mouthing working together.
By the time Christa had worked over the nipples of my breasts, saliva lubricating the motion, she had gained her feet and stood up straight in her own heels. I was ready and our tongues found one another, the heat of our breath pushing out around our red, engorged lips.
"You"ve been a good girl this week. Following all my orders." Christa said pulling away momentarily, "So I hope you"re enjoying your reward."
"Yes. Yes I am. Thank you ma"am." I cried, hoping it wasn"t coming to an end.
"Are you ready for more?" she inquired, clearly enjoying the fact that she had me at her mercy.
"Yes. Please . . . ." I begged.
"OK then. Here we go."
She reached up with her hand and worked a set of switches on the sturdy, tubular frame to which I was strapped and the device came slowly to life under her command. As one, the machine and I began to move.
I stole a quick look to the side and found Terry leaning back this time, resting upon his elbows as Julie crawled on top him. Her hands were on the bed holding the lithe body above his groin, her own red lips engulfing his dick, her mouth wrapping the stiff muscle and sliding up and down on a thin bead of saliva. He fell back onto the sheets, clearly unable to stand her oral performance. He continued to grown loudly, reaching up with both hand and grabbling handfuls of her golden locks, ushering on her effort at pleasing him.
The machinery stopped moving and I found myself on my nylon-covered knees, my arms still straight out from my body, my own thin frame pushed erect by the padded rack upon which I was strapped down. Julie hadn"t stopped her bobbing motion as she continued to suck on Terry"s penis but both had turned an eye in our direction. Christa bent down at the hips and brought her face to within inches of mine, hooking my chin in her right hand and bringing my attention back to her.
"Shall we continue?"
I looked back and forth from Terry and Julie to my wife and finally answered.
"Yes ma"am. Please."
"Very well." She said standing upright again, teetering every so slightly in her shoes.
I turned from my view of the bed and the duo there who continued to watch us with interest and back to my wife who was slowly undoing the strap on her thin robe, letting them dangle at her sides only a few feet from my body which continued to ache for her touch. Sliding the material away from her chest and over her shoulders she let it drop to the floor in one cascade of silk.
She was wearing a pair of my jockey briefs and just where her legs came together, a long rounded bulge pushed outwards. The normally beautiful chest that I often found myself lusting over was also missing, replaced by a pair of masculine looking pecs.
I was confused at first at what I saw and looked upwards for answers. What I could see was even more amazing and yet I was even more aroused.
It was Christa staring down from the top of her six foot frame, but the body she now had, crammed into the high heels was that of my own, the version I had only an hour ago. I recognized the wide shoulders and the small scar running down the inside of the right arm but what I saw had definitely been mine. She reached out and grabbed a tussle of my hair in each hand and I could see that the dark curls of my wig were an exquisite shade of auburn. She pulled on the hair and I could tell that it was no longer just a temporary hairpiece by sprouting from my head.
I knew what was coming now and longed for it, my chest tightening in anticipation. She pulled back slightly and my chin rose, my face turning to meet hers.
"Do you want it?" she asked.
I nodded, noticing that she now had on my dark brown wig, it"s curls framing her face.
"Are you sure you want it? I can"t hear you and I want to be sure."
"Yes. Yes ma"am. Please. I do."
"There"s no going back from here." she explained.
I didn"t know what she meant and I didn"t care. I wanted her.
"I know it.
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Keywords: 01, Ch., Island, The,