… pay it forward - Identity by incognito42

Pay it forward: Identity **** by Abdul and Incognito

I finished the analysis of the latest data, saved the file and then started to check the coding for the fresh battery of genetic manipulation chamber tests.

Progress so far was very promising, the machine having successfully transformed all the test animals with no ill effects, altering genders, age, size and temperament completely as programmed. My solicitor maintained the chamber was not ready for human trials yet, but I knew it was. And I was going to prove it.

I looked across at my lovely assistant Claire as she checked the latest animals we'd altered. The dogs were confused, the new females anxiously trying to understand what had happened to them, why they smelled different, why they felt and responded in a new way. After a hundred and twenty hours the dogs genetic structure would stabilise and we could change them back. Any time less would be too dangerous.

"Don't worry girls, this isn't permanent," Claire said as she petted one of the fretting animals. At five foot one she was a lovely young woman, smart, attractive in a most curvaceous way and softly spoken - I'd been carrying a torch for her for a while but had not wanted to affect our working relationship. And she was so young. She looked at her watch, turned and gave me one of her lovely half smiles that made me think she harboured similar desires for me. "Right then. That's the last of them. It's time," she said, passing me her keys as she put on her coat. "So don't forget-"

"Chesters tablets. I know." I nodded. Claire lived close to me and I was dropping by to feed her cat whilst she was away on her conference in New Orleans. "You've told me twenty times." I said.

"Ok. I'm off then," she said as she grabbed her travel bag and headed out.

I watched through the window as her taxi pulled up and she climbed in and departed. She was gone! Excellent. I had the lab to myself for the next week and had been planning this for a fortnight. I breathed in nervously. Time to get started on my illegal trials. I just hoped I had the nerve to do this. It honestly scared me.

I put my USB drive in and brought up the file. Claire's image appeared on the screen. This was a perfect test. I licked my lips nervously. Gender male to female. Dear god... Could I do that? Could I become a woman voluntarily. Grow some balls man. I chuckled as I realised I was going to do the opposite. I was going to emasculate myself. Become a woman. It wasn't such a big deal. It wasn't like I wanted it. Wasn't like I was going to go out clubbing or sleep around. A week of sitting down to pee. That's all. Then I'd be back to being a man and ... wealthy. I looked over her curvaceous body. Feeling my fear grow. I wanted to get into her... Just not like this.

Age 35 to 22. Not such a bad thing being younger, but I doubted people would take me as seriously as before. Ageism. Heh, it was just a week. I'd done it before, I could do it again. Still I liked being in my prime, respected, established. Claire was so young. So green. And I would be too.

Height six foot two to five foot one. That would be hard, looking up at pretty much everyone. And I did not relish people looking down at me. I'd feel childish. Although Claire's curves were anything but that.

Weight 80 kilos to 50 kilos. It wasn't fat I'd be losing but muscle, bone and sinew. All my organs would be lessened. In fact I sensed I'd feel fatter if anything. With her curvy ass and relatively heavy breasts I'd be fatter than I was now, not that Claire was fat, she was slim. I stared at those breasts that would soon be mine, on my chest... And that lovely ass I'd admired and coveted. Mine too.

Temperament... This was the part that really worried me. Well I'd have her inherent temperament, quiet and shy. Dear gods. All of this from a single strand of hair. The marvels of science.

As I said becoming Claire was not something I really wanted, but this test was going to make me millions. I'd publish the data of my change to Claire and back again. The chamber would be mass produced. Sold everywhere. Money.

With trepidation I stripped and stepped into the chamber. I took one last look at my masculine body. My manhood. My male physique. The machine started, bathing my skin in violet light and I gritted my teeth. No going back now. "One small step for man," I said jokingly, the internal security recording this truly momentous event as it unfolded. I didn't want history to know how scared I really was.

Fortunately the transformation process was physically painless and rapid. However emotionally it was rather confronting. The chamber seemed to grow but I knew I was shrinking. Losing over foot of height, 30 kilos of muscle and becoming positively tiny was quite unnerving to say the least. I knew that my biological age was regressing as I shrunk in size and became feminine. So completely feminine. My muscles dwindled drastically, a thin layer of feminine fat forming over my entire body, my bones ached pleasantly as they reshaped. I could feel my ass and hips swelling to the proportions I had admired and I gasped as my waist narrowed. My skin smoothed noticeably, my fingers narrowing, blonde hair growing, spilling out over my slim shoulders, feet shortening, everything softening. I watched in wonder as my nipples grew a little I diameter and changed hue, the tips swelling - then in a sudden surge of growing flesh my chest pushed forth into a set of perfectly rounded breasts that swayed and jiggled. I had breasts! They that had never known the pull of gravity until now and as they filled my vision I could feel their heft and weight. I might be 22 now but my breasts were perfect - heavy but without a hint of sag. They looked so unreal, hanging from my narrowed chest.

I felt an odd pull on my groin and looked down resignedly to see my manhood shrivel, the head becoming a tiny little pink nub, the shaft splitting to form the nether lips of my new female sex, my balls compressing and being pulled up and inwards. A week. Just a week. It felt like an eternity of a sudden. I gasped as my hips widened and a tingling filled my stomach. A womb and ovaries. I could have a baby. Christ, just a week...

"One medium step for woman..." I said shakily as the machine powered down and I exited, my voice much higher, higher than I ever recalled Claire's voice. The lab seemed so much bigger! I stared at my reflection in a stainless steel panel, turned about slowly as I admired my body.

Success! I felt exultant and worried. Claire was as sexy and gorgeous as I had always thought. I lifted my heavy breasts and felt a sexual jolt. "Oh," I muttered, realising that the tingle of arousal in my breasts and nipples was echoed in my loins. My worry deepened. I'd not know Claire was so... Excitable. This was not a welcome revelation. I blushed and reached for my lab coat. I put it on and rolled my eyes. It was much too big now and I put it back. I looked like a kid playing dress up.

I went to my locker and took out the simple cotton panties that I'd purchased in advance and slipped them on gingerly. The were a good fit, if a bit tight. My new female sex was nestled in the skimpy fabric nicely, the mound of my mons quite ... alluring. I found myself wishing I'd been a little more adventurous in my choice of underwear. Maybe something translucent and silken, or cut higher on my hips. A gstring. Men liked a woman in negligee... I frowned, pondering where that thought came from. It was ... Pleasant.

I walked over to the computer to examine the read outs, absently playing with my breasts. I liked my breasts I decided. From this perspective they looked great and they felt even better. A good thing this was temporary. I could bet used to bring like this. All the readouts were as expected.

"Right then." I grabbed the rest of my new clothes. The bra was odd but I slipped my breasts in then managed to hitch it. I looked down at my cleavage, appreciating how my breasts looked. The jeans, sox, shirt and sneakers were pretty familiar. It was the body that was not. Everything bounced and jiggled as I pulled things on. I should have bought a dress, much easier to put on. And more flattering. And pantyhose and heels - I had nice legs and hiding them felt wrong. Claire never wore jeans or pants and I understood why.

I could shop later. That would be fun! I grabbed my keys and went to my car. It looked so big! Such a guys car. I had to adjust the seat and mirrors for my reduced stature. Then I drove home. The change left me exhausted. I stripped, climbed into my bed, curled up in the covers and fell fast asleep.

***

"Good morning."

I roused at the voice and looked up at... Myself. I frowned and looked down at myself. My full naked breasts greeted me. I still wore Claire's body, but who was wearing mine?

"It's me, Claire. I forgot my ticket. Imagine my surprise when I returned to see myself through the window walking about in nothing but a pair of little panties."

I blushed.

"When I figured it was you wearing my body I got all excited. You'd know about my libido and no doubt you'd figure out how submissively inclined I was. Then I thought about showing you what I wanted, how much I liked to be dominated. What better way to show you than in your body? Also given you're stuck like that for the next five days I figured I should be you to prevent anyone from suspecting. So I waited for you to go and used the machine to become you." He stretched as though admiring his new body. Bigger, stronger, older, more self assured and very masculine.

I nodded, trying to think up an appropriate apology.

"But now that I'm in your old body I realise that you were as attracted to me as I was to you. And I like to have control."

I nodded in understanding and mild concern. If Claire knew just how submissive I was now... I felt my new privates tingling as he reached out and cupped my chin. "How would you like to be fucked?" He asked bluntly.

Again I nodded mutely. He knew what my body wanted - what I craved. It was strange. We'd both wanted this before. I'd wanted Claire. She'd wanted me. And that desire remained. It felt perfectly right. I'd been scared of this bodies sexuality before, but desire wa pushing aside my reservations. He was strong and commanding - he knew what he wanted and took it with confidence. Me... I was going to let him.

His hand slipped from my chin down my narrow neck to the hollow of my breast bone. His possessive touch made me shiver and I leaned into him, my naked breasts swaying, my larger nipples swelling erect. A pleasant warm buzz between my lips made squirm with anticipation. He traced the tops of my breasts, the tactile response new and distracting. I looked up at him. I couldn't stop him even though a small part of me wanted to ask him to stop. He continued to play with my new breasts, circling spirals with deft fingertip tracing as he ran his other hand gently through my hair, guided my head back and leaned forward to kiss me. My heart beat faster as my breathing quickened, his tongue slipping into my mouth and exploring me. I yielded to his tongue, letting him taste me as his hand in my hair played with my ear lobe.

I stiffened as he gripped my right nipple and flicked it. I was growing moist and I reached out and slipped off his pants, pushing them down. He broke the kiss but continued to pet and stroke my neck as we both looked at his cock. With something akin to reverent awe my hand reached out to grab his aroused member. This used to be mine. It looked so big clutched in my small hand as I stroked it. His surprised intake of breath, it's sudden hardening and his self satisfied smile told me he liked it.

He let me explore it from my new perspective for a moment then pushed me down onto the bed. I shivered at his control of me. He threw off the covers and looked down upon my small, naked, curvy body. I felt exposed. Aroused. Uncertain. Submissive. I was his to do with as he pleased and that excited me incredibly. His hand slipped between my legs and slid up my inner thighs and along the lips of my sex. It was like a jolt of electricity that galvanised my mind and body. A raw moan of need burbled in my throat. He was going to screw me. Take me. I widened my legs and looked from his knowing face to his cock then down past my breasts to his hand at my hot wet pussy lips. I nodded eagerly, a pleading look on my face. Pure need ruled me.

He gripped my hips and moved above me, his manhood sliding between my legs, along my inner thighs, following the path blazed by his hand. I could feel the head slide along my lips and touch my clit. It felt so big. I couldn't help but compare the small nub of my clit with his bulbous head as he slowly ground against me, his shaft sliding along my lips, his head poking up between us, his balls against my perineum. He held my wrists down and controlled me. I slowly rocked my hips as he humped me. The sensation was fucking exquisite. Then he paused. "Lie completely still," he breathed and I nodded compliantly, obeying instinctively. He pulled back and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my engorged lips. I wanted to push back so he would fill me and I could increase our excruciatingly slow pace. "That's it. Good girl. I want you to remember every moment of your first cock filling you." I smiled and blushed as I felt my lips edge apart ever so slowly, his head entering me millimetre by millimetre, the sense of being filled overtaking me like a slow motion tidal wave. I looked down past my heaving breasts and watched him bury that magnificent penis in me. "Please... Faster." I begged fruitlessly. It was incredible. My lips spread and he slid effortlessly into me, spreading my insides with an almost glacial certainty. I felt every sensation, savoured it all. "Please... Harder! Faster! I want more!!!"

He chuckled as he filled me. I feverishly realised that he was enjoying the new sensation, taking his time to appreciate it, my torrid begging music to his ears confirming how good he was. I didn't care. I wanted more but he had told me to go slow.

He leant in and whispered in my ear. "How does it feel to be fucked?" he asked, as he pushed himself deep inside and pressed his crotch against my clit.

"A...amazing," I gasped.

"Have you had an orgasm in this body yet?" He kept himself deep inside me, gyrating his hips slowly.

"No. Please, don't stop. That feels... so... good."

He stopped. Pulled himself back a little bit, and looked me in the eyes. "You are not allowed to come. You took my body without my consent, and I can't let that go unpunished." This sudden sternness and mention of punishment just fueled my arousal. "This is the first part. You are not allowed to come without my permission. Not now, not when you're alone, not if you're with anyone else. Is that understood?"

"Yes. God yes. Just start fucking me again!"

He slapped me. Not hard, but hard enough to actually get my full attention. "I'm serious here. You stole my identity, even if you did not mean to keep it. If you do not listen to me, do not accept your punishments, I will let you keep it."

My eyes shot wide open, my heart rate going from an already hard thump to a full-on drum session. Terror at the thought of being stuck like this. Or something else? "You wouldn't..." I mouthed, but my attempt at protest was cut short by him slamming himself into me again. In a matter of seconds, I was lost, desperately clinging on, writhing and wringing in an attempt to have him not hit the right spots, trying not to have him push me over the edge. It didn't work. He knew too well what he was doing, and soon I felt myself losing the battle. Losing my identity. I was Claire. I was going to be **** to remain Claire. The thought just pushed me further towards that edge. Submissive fuckpet. Slut. Obedient housewife. These were Claires dreams, and they were now mine.

Just then, I felt him tense up, push himself hard towards me, and unloading a massive load deep inside me. I slowly regained my composure, inching back from the precipice that moments ago had seemed so unavoidable. As he pulled out, I could feel some of his cum followed, and I instinctively reached down to try and wipe some of it away with my hand. He grabbed my hand. "No. I want you to feel it seeping out of you."

"You did good, by the way," he continued. "Passed this first punishment. Now, we're going to talk about the rest. But first, you're going to make me breakfast."

I nodded, swung my legs out of bed and reached for a pair of panties, discarded on the floor the night before.

"No. No clothes. That is the second part of your punishment. Whenever we're in private, you're going to be in the nude."

As I walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen, I heard Claire get up and head towards the bathroom. I looked around, over at his naked body, and felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew I was good-looking, but in Claires mind, I was a god. I want him to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me again, I thought. God, I was horny, and the humiliation of feeling his cum running down my legs didn't help. Claire really was a piece of work.

In the kitchen, trying to put together a breakfast, my mind was rolling with fantasies. Try as I might to contain it, my horny mind just didn't allow me to not have dirty ideas. I imagined myself on the table, under the table, chained to the table. I imagined alternative uses for the kitchen implements I picked up. My hand went down between my legs, rubbing myself gently. It came up slick with our mixed juices, and I licked it off, imagining how it would feel to lick them off Claires hard cock.

I heard Claire step into the shower. Focus, I told myself. You need to make breakfast, or who knows what he'll do to you? Maybe he'll end up using a spatula to spank me? I pushed my butt out and gave it a smack. Was I seriously contemplating disobeying just so that I could get a punishment?

Overcoming my horniness, I managed to dig out a couple of eggs and a few slices of bacon from the fridge. Finding my old cast-iron frying pan, I tried to lift it onto the stove with one arm. In Claires small and weak body, that was easier said than done. Using both hands, and all of my body, I managed, the exertion squeezing more cum out of me to run down my legs, to new tingles of humiliation. I fired up the stove, added a little bit of oil, and when it was hot enough, threw the pieces of bacon in. It sizzled, and threw drops of hot oil onto my naked chest. Ouch!

Just as I was finishing the breakfast, putting the eggs and bacon on top of a slice of buttered toast, Claire stepped into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt. He sat down at the table, and I served him mutely. Moving to sit down opposite him, where I'd laid out a plate with toast for myself, he grabbed me. "Kneel," he said. "You'll eat after we're finished talking." I obediently sank to my knees, looking at the floor, feeling my cheeks redden in embarrassment as arousal and trepidation once more bubbled to the forefront.

"We have to establish some rules for this week, Claire," he started. "First of all, obviously, we're going to have to act as each other. You're going to have to be Claire this week, as I am going to have to be Ryan. You were supposed to be at that conference in New Orleans, but for now I think it would be better if you stayed here. Who knows what you'd get yourself into down there. We'll think of something." I nodded. Going down there, in this body, would be a bad idea.

"Anyway, onto the fun part. Your rules. From now and until we change back, you will obey my every command. You're going to refer to me as "Sir", or by my last name in public. That is Hendricks, obviously, not Johnson." That last bit was superfluous, but hearing him point it out had a powerful erotic appeal. Being reminded of my loss of stature obviously was another turn-on for me now.

"When we are alone and in private, you are to be nude at all times, unless I specifically order otherwise. In the lab, I may allow you a lab coat." He took a forkful of eggs and bacon, and chewed, creating a pause in his monologue. "If you behave. As mentioned before, you are not allowed to orgasm without my permission." The list went on for a few more points, but by then, I had started to zone out. Every rule he had said had done nothing but fuel my arousal, tickling some deeply rooted turn-ons in Claires mind. Did he really mean this as punishment, or was he trying to teach me my... Claires arousal patterns? Hadn't he said that he wanted to show me how much she liked to be dominated, at least implying that I could use that when we were back in our own bodies? Yes, he had. He had also said that he'd leave me like this if I failed to follow his rules. Stuck as a horny little submissive plaything of his. The thought made my crotch burn.

Suddenly, I felt a hand roughly grabbing my hair, pulling my face up. "Pay attention, girl!" Mr. Hendricks said, his face inches from mine, his warm breath on my face, his cologne in my nose. "Did you get it all?"

"No, Sir," I answered, in a squealing, jagged voice, tinged with fear and arousal. "Please, Sir..."

"Well, too bad for you. I'll be sure to remind you when you fail to follow them, as I give you your punishment. I'll allow for one or two failures with only minor punishments, but I will escalate from there. And if you fail me too much..." his voice trailed off, but I understood the implication perfectly.

"Your first punishment will commence now. Zoning out and not listening to what I tell you is an obvious breach of the first rule, to obey my commands. How can you obey my commands when you don't know what they are?" He got up, a menacing look on his face, and I once again felt my heart pound heavily in my chest...

Mr Henricks still gripped my hair with an air of complete authority as he looked condescendingly down at me. He was unimpressed. And I felt his lack of esteem acutely. I looked up at him feeling meek and less than certain. I felt ... like I'd failed him. It was humbling. On my knees in deference to him, my legs parted slightly in obeisance, hoping to please him and make up for my lack of attentiveness. Surely he would understand that I was trying my best, that I was not prepared for all of this.

Before I'd been the one in control, calling the shots and directing the research. That came naturally to me. Claire had been competent but clearly my subordinate, eager to help and please, quick to apolagise for any mistake. I was Claire now and it was a lot to adapt too. I was doing my best but clearly this was more than a role reversal, much more. Dear god what had I done to myself?

Being naked whilst he was clothed reinforced his dominance and I found that unnervingly exhilarating. God my pussy was wet. I wanted it filled. My carnal need was palpable, my hopeful expectant veneration pitiful, the certainty of his dominance unassailable. All I had to do was object and I could stop this demeaning abasement. But I couldn't. "Firstly then. No cooked breakfast. You haven't earned it," he said as he stroked my cheek.

My stomach growled. The change had left me quite hungry and being denied food was actually quite a punishment in itself. And he knew it. I sighed, my face showing dismay. But I couldn't bring myself to object because I feared he may get rough with me again. That had been confusing.

"I'll decide whether to spank you later... " he said blandly. My heart skipped a beat as my body quivered and quailed. Why was it that I got so aroused by being treated like this? I was in trouble, I knew it. Powerless. Easily manipulated. He'd told me I couldn't wear clothes and consequently I was naked. He'd told me I couldn't cum unless he allowed it and I knew I couldn't disobey. It wasn't just that I was a girl. I was his girl. He knew exactly what I was. What made me tick. How to tie my emotions up like pretzels. What would make me feel like... this. My lack of power was intoxicating.

"You know Claire I like my new house. And owning the tech that did this to us both is fantastic. But honestly I'm enjoying being in control most of all. Cocks and balls and height and muscles are fun but it's more the mental state that goes with them... I should explain that whilst I had fantasies of being dominated in that body I never had the balls to act on them. Being young, sexually inexperienced, meek and ultra submissive precludes against acting to meet those needs. Which is frustrating. When I saw you in my body I thought that if you knew what I liked then when we returned to our bodies you'd finally give me what I wanted. But seeing you subject to my needs is something of a revelation. I'm not just I'm interested to see how far I can push you. How deep those urges are. How much I can fuck with you. I'm really enjoying doing this to you. Who knew you had what it took to be a dominant...?" he asked rhetorically.

Then he looked down at me. "If we switch back we'll both know. This is a good thing..." he chuckled. "For us. As a couple... master and pet."

A couple. Right now I really liked the sound of that. Master and pet. That's what our relationship would be. I considered being the master. That seemed odd to me right now. Beyond me. He still held my hair. Dominant. I could have been dominant before - had I known about Claire's foibles. But the pet...? Right now I could relate to that. And that scared me. Also being a couple sounded long term. A future together. But who would be the master and who the pet?

Importantly Mr Henricks had said "if". Fuck. If we switched back. Not when. If he allowed it. That worried me. I could be stuck as the pet. Naked. On my knees. Waiting for permission to cum. Like this. A tiny curvy ****. For the rest of my life. And with this technology that could be an awfully long life. I was thinking about that, pleasantly aroused by the thought.

"Are you listening?!" He asked.

"Huh?" I responded dazedly. I blushed in shamefaced confusion.

"You weren't. Right then." He sat down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, bending me over, my pert breasts bare against the fabric on his thighs, my rounded naked ass upturned. Jesus I was going to get spanked! I cringed in aroused suspense, fearful but expectant, loins tingling. He placed his hand on my ass cheeks, circling. "I warned you." His hand came down. I let out a cry. High. Surprised. And god damn it excited. Loins afire, heart aflutter, nipples aquiver. I was juiced. My ass stung. But the pain was more associated with the expectation of being spanked then the actual slap. I felt younger than 22. I felt positively childish. Girlish. Like my first foray into sex.

Mr Henricks hand descended again and I squealed and wiggled. Jesus I was just a weak and aroused thing now. His hand circled then reached down between my legs. I shivered as his fingers explored my sex, spreading my legs. I wasn't just wet. I was sopping. Getting spanked like a bad little girl made me horny as hell. I was overwrought with need.

Mr Henricks laughed. "Jesus. You're practically creaming yourself you little slut. I'm not even sure you deserve your body back. You're so eager." He rubbed my lips, found my clit and toyed with it in amusement. It was like he was showing me how tiny my sex had become. How much I'd lost. Certainly my cock. Definitely my balls. He could grip my clit between thumb and forefinger. My pitifully small nub. The remnants of my manhood. I felt less than a man then. The skin around my clit was ultra sensitive and I wanted him to continue. Then his finger slipped into me and I felt myself quivering and moaning.

"Now then girl. I'm going to go out. I have some things to see too. Whilst I'm busy you are going to clean the house. My house." He laughed as he toyed with my sex. "Naked..." he reminded me, his hand working and his fingers probing deeper. "I'll be back later ... but first. Your access codes to the lab," he prompted. I gave them over willingly and without thought of the consequences as I spread my legs wider, wanting him to go deeper. My need ruled me. "Your PIN numbers to your accounts?" He was finger fucking me and I struggled to remember them. I gasped them out. "Your phone..." I gave the PIN up eagerly. "Good girl." He withdrew his fingers from my hot soaked sex and smacked my ass. And I yelped in frustrated shock. He pushed me off his lap and I fell dazedly to the carpet as he stood. He found his keys, wallet and phone and left me lying there. My keys, phone and wallet. He was taking my life I realised in my horny, frustrated, flustered, awed and unsatisfied state. My ass was throbbing.

I lay there in shock for a moment realising he'd left. He'd played me. Completely. I stood and considered. He'd told me to clean. Naked. Damn him. I should go to the lab. I wanted to change back before he changed the access codes - risks he damned. But I couldn't. Fuck.

I went to the closet instead and got out the vacuum. Time to start cleaning. And clean I did. Dusted. Vacuumed. Mopped. Disinfected. Scrubbed. Cleaned the bathroom, kitchen, laundry. Windows, walls, floor. Then there was the bed linen. Towels. Clothes. Washing, drying machine, ironing.

And as I worked I ran over my earlier sexual escapades in my mind. Without a doubt it had been the best sex I'd ever had. It wasn't just that I was a girl - but sex as a girl was great - I'd never have thought that before - no, it was how I felt being dominated. It seemed to accentuate my arousal. The less control the more aroused. And this weak, soft, sensitive little body compounded it. It was the opposite of what I'd been and so everything was new and overpowering. God I got wet just thinking about what I'd done. I wanted more. A week would be enough surely. I didn't want to be like this for longer though... stuck. I shivered with fatalistic need. I was in trouble.

I became more accustomed to my body. Acclimatised. It went from amazing to something of a novelty. My reduced stature made chores more difficult. It was hard to push around the vacuum and my arms ached. Changing the bed sheets I had to climb about on the bed on hands and knees and that made me think about Mr Hendricks taking me from behind. His cock pushing into me as I moved to meet his thrust. Breasts dangling from my chest, hips moving in time to meet his strong sure thrusts. His willing fuck pet... I shook off the reverie and stopped playing with myself.

I could not help but stare at my new sex as I laboured, the repetitively mundane and boring tasks allowing me to think - when I didn't have to figure out how to best do the chores in my new altered state. I hadn't intended to use my pussy for heterosexual sex. But the vision of Mr Henricks cock sliding into me plagued me like an erotic regret. How had I succumbed so easily? Because it was hard wired into my mind now evidently. Clearly sexual orientation and desires were not a conscious choice for me. Likely some personality traits were genetic. This revelation might solve many philosophical debates but potentially create new ones. Who knew if I was a typical case? Hell I had a sample of two test subjects - not enough information to draw any real conclusions from. But both of us had taken the sexual orientation and inclinations of our new genetics. I shook my head. Not enough data.

The wider hips felt weird and my lower centre of gravity took some getting used to. Wider hips for female reproductive organs. A womb to be filled with cum. Christ. My breasts bounced about, the nipples rubbing against things and constantly reminding me of their presence. When I did the ironing I was looking at his shirt. My former shirt. The thing would be like a tent on me now. I wasn't paying attention as I mused and brushed the iron against my breast. "Oh Christ!!!" I cried. That really hurt! I moved away, tears in my eyes. I needed to be careful. Remember my new assets. Pay more attention. I jumped in the shower and turned on the cold water. Damn that was cold. My nipple went rock hard under the chill streak. I stared at my flatly erect nipple, glad I hadn't burnt that sensitive part of my body.

I stepped under the chill shower and quickly washed myself. A cold shower was almost painful and made me very aware of the new contours of my body. I quickly lathered up, rinsed and got out shivering, towelling off quickly, teeth chattering. My long hair clung to my shoulders and trailed between my breasts. My skin was taught from the cold. Probably for the best. A hot shower would likely have devolved into a hot, soapy, steamy exploration of my body. I found some burn cream and put it on the burn. The antiseptic cream tingled cool and pleasantly.

My stomach growled but I'd been told no food... it was about one p.m. and I'd missed breakfast and now evidently I would miss lunch. The doorbell rang and I stood still. I was still all but naked. But I had to answer the door. If I dressed and it was Mr Henricks I'd be in trouble. I took the towel and wrapped it about myself hurriedly and opened the door, not wanting to cause my visitor to wait. A young man stood there. "Pizza for Claire?" He said. Food! I grabbed the box, my towel all that separated my body from his admiring gaze dropping in my haste to fall about my slim ankles. "That - will be $20," he said as he stared. Oh damn. My ... Mr Henricks wallet was gone and I had no cash. I blushed, holding the steaming pizza, my naked body on display. "Um..." how was I going to pay for it?!

I looked up at the delivery man and saw how he was looking at me. Mr Henricks had ordered this and I had to pay. But I had no money! But there were other ways I could pay, as long as I didn't cum... dear god. Was I going to prostitute myself for my lunch? But then again the guy was cute. I was still horny. "I don't have any money on me. Honest. You can search me if you want." What the fuck was I doing?! Saying. I swayed and twisted my body so he could see. Mr Henricks had obviously planned this.

"I can see," he observed.

I now understood Claire's problem quite clearly. My problem. I couldn't ask him to screw me. It scared me too much. Gods. Nervously I tried to step closer but instead just shuffled my feet. I looked up at him feeling afraid and horny, my eyes practically pleading for him to take me.

He reached out and touched my breast. I sighed and smiled. He got it. The pizza boy stepped in and shut the door. He looked about uncertainly and I felt myself becoming less aroused. He didn't understand. He needed to take charge. He leant in and kissed me and ... I didn't feel it. It was frustrating. There wasn't any fire. No excitement. My mood was .... fizzing. He played with my breasts which was kind of fun but ultimately only barely amusing. His hand reached down and found my sex. He rubbed it. It was pleasant but he wasn't in charge. It was a bit of a turn off. I sighed. This was how it worked I realised. There was no knife edge of excitement to balance on. No worry. No loss of power. He didn't objectify me. Shit. He pulled down his pants and I almost rolled my eyes.

The delivery boy - it was hard to think of him as a man now - looked about then guided me to the couch, sitting down and pulling me atop him. I felt his cock at my lips and he thrust up into me. I gasped in feigned pleasure. Gods how could I do this. I needed to find my happy place. That was it. I had to think of something else. How Mr Henricks had manipulated me into this. Even now he was controlling me. Turning me into a little slut. Showing me that he had complete control over me. That helped. That lit my fires. I rode him, my small body atop his till he came with a grunt inside me. Without my fantasies of Mr Henricks it was mechanical. I didn't cum. I'd had no fear of disobeying my orders.

But now, afterwards I worried about cumming. He'd spank me if I did. That excited me.

The pizza guy lifted me off him and seemed somewhat proud of his accomplishment. I suppose he did alright but he didn't compare to Mr Henricks. Not even close. Chalk and cheese. "Keep the tip..." I said with a grin almost glad it was over. The pizza delivery boy didn't deliver. Fucking misnomers. I was still sexually frustrated.

He left and I guiltily ate my ill gotten gains. I looked at the clock and wondered when Mr Henricks would return. Now that was something to get excited about. He'd known. Set me up to get fucked. Was fucking with my mind... no. He was teaching my and he was a very good teacher I acceded. Masterful in fact.

I'd cleaned up the house thoroughly. Washed again after I didn't think of it as mine now. It was his. Everything was his. God it made me excited to think like that. But it felt true. I was Claire for now. He was Mr Henricks for now. I looked down at my young body. Perhaps for good. I smiled at that thought.

The door opened and Mr Henricks entered. "Hello pet. How was your day?" He asked with a smirk, looking down at me, pleased to see I was still naked.

"Good sir. Thank you... for lunch," I blushed.

"It didn't really satisfy your hunger did it?" He probed as he undid his tie.

I shook my head. "No sir."

He grinned. "So now you know. You crave sex but it only really feels right when you have no control. When you are being completely dominated. I see you didn't disobey my order about no clothes. I didn't think you would. It's not in you anymore. You've lost your balls in more ways than one. Now go get me a drink. We need to talk. Well you need to listen."

He motioned for me to go as he slipped off his shoes and sat down on the couch. I returned with his drink. Neat scotch. Just how he liked it. I knew exactly what he liked. He took it and motioned me down. "Kneel count," he instructed. I swallowed and obeyed without hesitation.

He swirled his drink about lazily. "I've been busy today. I met with Paul Keillor. We've been negotiating the sale of my tech." He stated.

My eyes widened. What? That would leave us both like this. "I'm thinking about making our little swap permanent..." he reached between my legs. He chuckled in amusement. "That makes you wet. Doesn't it. Stuck as my fuckpet, serving me on your knees, no chance of ever getting your body back." His fingers confidently explored my sex, a digit slipping inside. I moaned in aroused fear. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked.

I found myself nodding as I rocked my hips. God it felt good.

"You know I think you're more submissive than I ever was. I never really acted on my urges. You fucked a guy for a pizza. Down on your hands and knees. You're pitiful. You never deserved a cock. I was lying before about selling but I think I just might. You deserve to be on your knees. Say it. I am a weak willed, horny, submissive slut."

I moaned. "Yes. I'm a slut!" I agreed.

"My slut."

"Yours. God yes." I agreed with my horny girly voice.

"Good. Now go make me another drink and then dinner. Then clean up and bend over the kitchen bench for me to fuck your tight, slick, hungry pussy..." he withdrew his finger and I felt a keen emptiness between my legs. Fuck I wanted him in me so bad it was embarrassing. I stood slowly and scurried off to do my chores. He was toying with me, leading me along, wrapping me around his finger. And I was unable to resist him. Like his obedient **** I made him another drink. I tried to think like him as I did so. I was sexy and desirable. He wanted to fuck me.

I returned with his drink. Hips swaying enticingly. My nipples were upturned and erect. He was going to bend me over the table and fuck me from behind. After I cooked him dinner. I turned slowly so he could admire me. It was almost bold but... no. I wanted to please him. This was what he would want. I existed for that at this moment.

I returned to the kitchen, his eyes on my naked ass. I could feel it. I set about preparing the meal for him, getting out the ingredients and the pots, and as I did he entered the kitchen, swishing his glass around. He watched me as I got out the eggs and flour, enjoying his attention, conscious of our size difference, of my nakedness and his power over me, wanting to please his... appetite. He finished his drink then pushed me down onto the table. My torso ended in the flour, my face in the eggs. I gasped as he unbuckled his pants. I felt him between my legs. "I know what you want. You know what I want..." he thrust roughly into me. I gasped as he filled me. Standing on tip toes. His hands at my alewife and gripping my hair, pushing my face down, pulling it up as he thrust in and out Welty. It was rough, messy, demeaning. I was bent over, breasts pressed in flour, milk and eggs. A human fucking pancake, my tits smearing in the lumpy cold batter, nipples erect, pussy hot and wet and gloriously full as he fucked me. The batter was on my face, belly, dripping down to my mons. I squirmed and rocked to meet his thrusts, my tight pussy stretching. This was what we both wanted. His balls slapped against my clit. Fuck yes. I cried out and my back arched as he started to come, filling me. Then I came in shuddering bliss.