Models: Marcus London & Gia Paige
‘Well?’ Drake asked expectantly, twisting to look over his shoulder as Doctor Thompson entered the room. ‘What did the tests say? Tell me you can fix this.’
Drake had been pacing nervously in the doctor’s consultation room for almost half an hour, his mind abuzz with barely suppressed panic. The room was nothing like the bright, clinical setting he had expected when he signed up for the medical trial, and if it wasn’t for the homely layout he might already have been in hysterics. As it was, the soft lighting and comfy furniture gave the space a deeply comforting atmosphere, and Drake knew there were other rooms like it throughout the complex: according to Doctor Thompson the private clinic was a very well-funded affair, with half a dozen practitioners tending to thrice as many patients, all of whom were taking part in the trial.
But now the physician’s sombre expression was confirmation of Drake’s worst fears before he even spoke a word.
‘As with all new drugs there is always a risk of side effects of varying severities,’ the doctor began.
‘Oh fuck, no,’ Drake breathed, his stomach dropping as the hope he had been clinging to was ripped away. ‘No, no, no, no, no… this can’t be happening… there must be a way to fix it… there must be…’
His mind swam as he tried to grasp his new reality: I’m a woman. I’m a fucking woman. Until now his anxious pacing and the notion that there was still a chance that the doctors might be able to change him back had distracted him from the sensations of his feminised body. But now they struck him even harder than they had when he’d awoken that morning in the body of a nubile brunette.
The weight of long, silky hair sweeping down from his scalp. The way it brushed gently over his bare shoulders with even the slightest movement or slid down over his chest when he turned his head. The foreign sensation of his new tits weighing on his upper torso – a sensation replicated even more intensely in his ass and thighs, both of which were thick with supple flesh. The emptiness between his legs, where there was significantly less weight than he was used to, only a persistent erotic tingling. Worse still, his bra and panties were rubbing against all of his new body’s most sensitive zones. Ever since waking up as a woman the feeling of normal clothes on his skin was unbearable, yet lingerie induced the exact opposite sensation: they made him feel hot and horny to an almost frightening degree. Until now his panic had been enough to quell those sensations, but as shocked numbness set in he could feel his arousal attempting to take hold.
It was all too much to process. As such, when he realised the doctor was still talking, Drake snapped.
‘I assure you, as your healthcare providers, we will do everything we can to keep you comfortable–’
‘Lay off with the legal bullshit! Your drug turned me into a fucking woman!’ Throwing his arms into the air, Drake forced himself to ignore the tug of his bouncing breasts and the breeze on his ass. ‘I’m going to sue you into the fucking ground. Just wait until my story is plastered across every newspaper in the country. No doctor in this clinic will ever treat another patient again!’
As though giving up on his act, the doctor’s expression shifted from one of regret to amusement. A smirk rose on his features and he shook his head.
‘I’m afraid that’s not how this is going to go, Mr. Heath. In fact, soon enough your feelings towards me will be much more… amorous, shall we say. There’s no going back for you now, so I think it’s about time I show you exactly what you signed up for.’
To Drake’s amazement, Doctor Thompson began to unbutton his shirt. Though by no means bulky, for a man in his late forties he was nonetheless impressively athletic, with a broad frame and powerful physique. But Drake’s surprise twisted gradually into fear as the doctor began to unbuckle his belt and a gut-wrenching realisation hit hard: Drake’s new body was throbbing with arousal.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m stripping off,’ the doctor said matter-of-factly, his trousers falling to the floor. ‘Perhaps you should do the same.’
‘Are you insane? I’m not getting naked for you. I–’
Drake’s voice cut off when his panties hit the floor. Despite his aversion to the idea, his body had instinctively responded to Doctor Thompson’s words and he was now stood completely naked, nipples hard and pussy twinkling as his arousal continued to mount.
‘What the fuck?’ he cried, staring in betrayal at his own hands. ‘That wasn’t me. I didn’t–’
This time it was Doctor Thompson who cut his rant short. ‘Please, Mr. Heath, there’s no need to panic. I will explain everything. But first I think we need to calm you down a little.’ Crossing over to the sofa and sitting down, the doctor smiled as he slipped a hand into the waistband of his boxers. ‘Lucky for you, I know just the thing.’
As soon as the doctor revealed his cock a flip switched in Drake’s mind. He was still conscious and aware, but beneath his psyche arousal was roiling like water at a boil. His pussy started to drip as the idea of being pounded by the doctor’s thick rod flashed through his mind, and the urge to pin him down and feast was like an itch he couldn’t scratch out.
But he didn’t move. No, he couldn’t move. Not yet.
‘Don’t be shy, beautiful. You can feed on me for as long as you like.’
Practically throwing himself down beside the doctor, Drake’s eyes rolled as the man’s cock slid between his lips. It was impossible to tell which turned Drake on more, the sordid taste or the erotic ache of the doctor’s head pressing against the back of his mouth, but in the end it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that instinct took over immediately. With his masculine mind barely more than a passenger sealed into a vessel of pure lust, he massaged the doctor’s balls while bobbing his head needily to fill the air with soft, sensual sucking sounds.
Reaching across, Doctor Thompson took Drake’s fleshy ass in hand and eased the transformed man’s hips higher. With Drake’s back arched, the doctor soon had enough access stroke her pussy folds, soaking his fingers liberally in their nectar. The motion drew a moan from his patient, the sound muffled by the tight seal her lips had formed around his shaft.
The seal was so firm, in fact, that it didn’t even falter when he sank two fingers into her ass. Her eyes bulged and an even louder moan vibrated his cock, but she didn’t pull away.
‘Impressive,’ Doctor Thompson smiled. His fingers slid slowly in and out, their motion lubricated by thick smears of her pussy juices. ‘Very impressive.’ Allowing his head to tip back he let out a long sigh, savouring the pleasure of her hot tongue and gliding lips.
Already Drake’s attention had started to drift. While his memories remained intact, just as Doctor Thompson had suggested the act of going down on him was slowly but surely soothing his nerves. At the same time the ever-present waves of arousal were washing deeper into his mind. His psyche was an island, and with each second spent worshipping the doctor’s cock the shoreline was contracting. And the smaller the island became the more natural Drake’s feminine body felt, the more right. Little by little he began to regain control until it was no longer instinct driving his movements, but his own desire.
‘I realise these aren’t the results you were expecting, but if it makes you feel any better as far as we’re concerned they are a resounding success. There weren’t actually any drugs in that pill you took last night, but it was laced with our new line of experimental nanites. If you’d read the small print of the contract you would know this was all by design. Although in my defence, I never technically lied about what you were signing up for. After all, this new body does feel good, doesn’t it gorgeous?’
Drake nodded without pulling away and pressed his hips against the doctor’s probing fingers. Within the mental fog of his pleasure-addled mind, Doctor Thompson’s voice from the previous day rose to the surface. This trial is going to help a lot of people, Mr. Heath. Our mission is to make people feel good in ways they never imagined possible; to give them the energy to fulfil their dreams. With your help we’ll be able to transform people’s lives – yours included.
‘And there’s no denying that you have plenty of energy,’ the doctor went on. ‘True, I may have failed to mention that your only dream would be to spend your days as a good little slut, but I can’t be expected to remember all the details.’
Removing his fingers from Drake’s ass, Doctor Thompson eyed his patient’s nubile body hungrily. ‘I have to admit, even I didn’t anticipate that the nanites would feminise your tattoos. But I’m not one to complain about a happy accident.’ As he spoke he ran his slick fingers over the delicate, colourful ink adorning Drake’s flank – a design which had once been a bucking bull. Further down, on his thigh, the originally gothic skull had acquired floral accents, while the handful of other tattoos scattered across his body had received similar effeminate editing.
Suddenly seizing Drake by the chin the doctor pulled him away with a wet slurping sound before twisting him up so they were face-to-face. ‘Fuck, you are so hot. I knew you’d turn out well, but this body is something else. And I think it’s time we take this experiment to the next level.’
When Doctor Thompson invaded Drake’s pussy, the island of his psyche threatened to submerge completely. Tsunamis of ecstasy crashed against his mind, shrinking the shoreline to the merest scrap of land within an ocean of desire, and his pretty face contorted with blissful orgasmia as the doctor thrust in long, deep strokes. Coiling his fingers around the back of Drake’s neck, Doctor Thompson used the grip to hold his patient firmly in position. His gruff sighs seeped into her ear as he held her back against his broad chest.
‘Of course, there are a few tweaks we’ll have to make before we put our pills on the market. The nanites weren’t supposed to make you so averse to clothing, for instance. And they’ve also dialled your arousal levels significantly further than intended, not to mention made you incredibly suggestive – I mean just look how easy it was for me to plant the idea that sucking cock calms you down. So we’ll need to work on those. But trial and error is part of science, and we have plenty more test subjects to help us refine the effects.’
What little was left of Drake wasn’t even an island anymore, but a chunk of driftwood. Having almost completely succumbed to the pleasures of his new body he groaned as Doctor Thompson fucked him. His soft tits bobbed with the motion and the erotic heat of their kissing skin sent raw lust flaring through his insides. All his old worries had trickled away and the only thing he wanted – just as the doctor had suggested – was to be a good little slut.
Deep down, he knew it was the nanites making him feel this way. But when it felt this good he couldn’t think of any reason to reject them.
‘I was honest about one thing though: we genuinely can’t reverse your transformation. When the nanites go on sale we’re planning to offer both temporary and permanent variations, but we had to make sure the initial metamorphosis was viable before we started including additional variables like reversibility. So there really is no going back for you.’
The first time Doctor Thompson had emphasised the permanence of the transformation, it had stolen Drake’s hope. Now though, the reiteration stole Drake completely. As the final remnant of his pre-transformation mind submerged beneath the waves he fully embraced the orgasmic new existence he had been tricked into.
Reclined on one hand the new woman reached up with the other to clasp the back of Doctor Thompson’s head. At the same time she bent her raised leg to rest her foot on his thigh and used the leverage to pull his hips harder against her.
When she spoke her words were punctuated by his wonderful thrusts. ‘Can I… stay… with you… baby?’
Doctor Thompson’s chuckle made her shudder. ‘I’m sure that can be arranged. After all, as your doctor I have a duty of care for your wellbeing. And something tells me from now on the only medicine you’re going to need is a daily dose of cock, Miss Heath.’
‘Demi,’ she said, a smile spreading over her lips. ‘My name is Demi.’
Closing a hand over her tit, Doctor Thompson’s voice lowered to a growl as his cock began to twitch within her. ‘Well then, Demi, allow me to thank you for your participation in our trial. And let me promise you that I will make it my personal mission to treat this unfortunate case of nymphomania you’ve contracted.’ Holding one another close, they shared a deviant laugh. ‘Oh, me and you are going to have a lot of fun together, slut. A lot of fun indeed…’
Thanks for reading!
At the time of writing this piece, my list of Tumblr stories that I wanted to rewrite was starting to run low. Admittedly I do have a plan for what I can replace them with when that well eventually runs dry, however I’ve been really enjoying bringing these stories up to date with my current style, and I didn’t want that to end if I could help it.
With this in mind, I decided to go back and take another look at the stories I put out on Tumblr to see if any others seemed like they deserved a rewrite. As it turns out there were actually quite a few that I skipped over first time around, and now I once again have plenty of stories to readapt across the next year. True, once I’ve worked through those then the Tumblr crop will have officially been reaped, but as mentioned I have continuity plans for where to go from there, because I’ve thoroughly enjoyed these rewrites and don’t want to stop doing them anytime soon.
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