Chapter 8

With the transformation done Moriah was beside herself with glee, not only had she gotten her cheating boyfriend a set of tits, but she had worked him over enough to appear to anyone as an attractive young woman. ‘Cal looked close to breaking earlier, but seems fired up now.’ she thought, glancing to the side to see how differently they were handling the drive home compared to the drive to the mall. ‘I need him to stay compliant.’

Back at their home Moriah didn’t bother to even pop the trunk open, grabbing Clara’s hand and practically pulling them inside. Instead of taking the skirt-wearing man into their bedroom, she opened the door to a guest room and pushed her to the bed after kissing him deeply.

Kissing him now was different than before, she could smell the perfume, the smoother skin, the plump lips. She had slept with her old roommate a few times in college, but while it had been an experience it hadn’t been what she wanted. Clara now had something she enjoyed much more, even if the cock was not exactly the largest. The biggest turn on was knowing how much power and control she now had over the man.

Leaning back on the bed Calvin looked at the room perplexed, not sure why they were in the guest bedroom. “What are we doing in here?”

Moriah smiled at the question, leaned down and kissed Calvin tenderly. “I thought we could enjoy ourselves.” Moriah slid her hand up the smooth nylon covered leg of her lover. “Do you want me to stop?”

The feeling of her hand sliding up along his stocking covered leg caused goose bumps on his skin, Calvin was unaccustomed to the feeling and it was not an unwelcome one. “No…”A shiver ran through his body, his eyes looking around the room, something about fucking in the guest bedroom felt odd. “But, why in here?”

“Because I want to. That is the only reason you need Clara, but you will need to get used to sleeping on your own. So for tonight this is your room, but not till after I get what I want from you.” Moriah bit her bottom lip, looking at the feminized man hungrily. “I want you Clara.” She leaned in, pressing her own body against her once husband’s and pressed her lips to his once more. “I want you to tell me your name, your full name and how sexy you are.” she said as she ran her fingers though the man’s now long hair. “I see how much of a sexy young woman you are, but I want to hear you say it as I have you.”

“Ahh, okay.” Calvin swallowed the buildup of saliva in his mouth, feeling turned on at not just the prospect of what was about to happen, but his woman’s lingering touch. Kissing right now was both an enjoyable and painful experience after what had been done to his lips, but he wasn’t going to turn her away or complain. He started to shift on the bed, like every movement since he had gotten work done at the salon his body responded in an unfamiliar way that reminded him of how much he had changed and that he was still rather sore from the experience. He was moving to try and take off the tight turtleneck made from the thin material when his love’s hand landed and held his arm.

“No, not yet. I want to see sexy Clara looking pretty for a bit longer.” Looming over Calvin, that looked almost nothing like the man she knew, she slid her hand up further. Her fingers slid up past the welt on the stocking covered leg till she could feel what he was packing inside their panties. Opening and closing her hand gently, she flexed each finger to caress his firmness. “Clara, tell me what I want to hear.” She whispered.

His cock and balls being massaged through the frilly panties was a fantastic feeling. Calvin had jerked off with panties before when he was young, but having someone fondle him through a pair was yet another experience he was enjoying. “I ahh, Mmm.” Calvin closed his eyes, enjoying what she was doing and giving in to her whims. “I’m Clara.” he said weakly.

Hearing Calvin groan and say the feminine name only encouraged Moriah more. Using both hands she pushed up her lover’s skirt and pulled down their panties, pulling them free from Clara’s still heeled feet. Holding the garment in one hand she slid them up and down the now freed erect cock. “Tell me your full name.”

With his skirt pulled up and his dick being stroked Calvin’s long eye’s fluttered as he took in a gasping breath. “Claraaaa, Clara Bent!”

Wanting to encourage the behavior and wanting more from him Moriah pressed her lips to the tip of Calvin’s cock, kissing its crown. Looking up at him she smiled before sliding off the bed to finish disrobing. “You stay right there.” Shimming out of her tight jeans she was quick to get down to her birthday suit as she got back to work. Gripping her boyfriend’s member she now took the tip fully into her mouth, sucking on it to apply just the right kind of pressure to drive him wild. “You like it when I do this?”

Laying on his back, the extra weight pressing down on his chest from his new assets were hardly noticed, nor the uncomfortable feeling from his expanded flesh. The only thing he was focusing on was the tongue that slid up his shaft, the warm, wet mouth the engulfed him. The long nails on his fingers made gripping the sheet underneath him an odd thing, but even that was at best at the back of his mind. “God Yes!”

“Do you want to cum for?” Moriah asked the question then kissed her way from the tip of the cock in her hand to his balls, where she took one of them in her mouth briefly.

The muscles in Calvin’s stomach tightened and he resisted the urge to buck his hips considering he would do nothing more than be thrusting into the air. “I do… I do! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

One of Moriah’s hands slid along the man’s smooth left leg as she spit on his member, pumping it with the other. “Will you be my girl, Clara?”

This wasn’t the most intense sex they ever had, but it felt incredibly kinky to Calvin. If Moriah would have asked him to involve himself in this time of kinky fantasy of hers in the past, he didn’t think the answer would have been no. Instead this all came about because she thought he wanted to be a woman and it allowed her to let something loose that she had hidden. Laying here on the bed, with a skirt pulled up and his dick in the air he wasn’t about to tell her no. “I will, I will be your girl!”

It was blissful, her lover’s soft spoken words gave Moriah a small high, but she wanted more. “Take off your top.” She commanded, quickly moving to assist her lover to pull off the nylon shirt.

He felt the material peel away, up and over his body. As the garment pulled up and over his head it pulled on his sore chest and as it was removed exposing his corseted waist and large chest Moriah pushed him back and climbed on top. She descended on him like a predator kissing his neck with tiny quick kisses. He hardly noticed her fingers moving to his back till the elastic of the bra came loose and she was able to pull the bra cup to the side as her lips kissed down to them. Calvin felt a wave of pleasure as she took his nipple in his mouth for a second and then it was gone. “Clara, tell me what I want to hear.” She said before taking his nipple in her mouth again, she knew it wouldn’t be as sensitive as her own, at least not until enough of the hormones were released from the capsule that was implanted in him.

For a few moments the skirt-wearing man paused, unsure what she wanted to hear, but this wasn’t the first time they had been in bed together playing this game or something similar. “I’m Clara Diane Bennnnnnt!” Calvin drew out the last name before taking a gasp of air. He felt the woman he loved move her hand, it snaked under his skirt that had fallen back down with their movement. Mouth still around one of his nipples she flipped the garment back up to expose his erect dick. She hadn’t stopped what she was doing and he wanted to ensure she wouldn’t, so he gave her more of what she wanted to hear. “I’m a sexy WOOOMAN!” The volume and intensity of his words rose to explosive levels as she moved her lips from his chest and back to his dick.

He was so turned on he could explode right into her mouth at that second. Still he wanted to hold back and ride out the pleasure as long as he could, though wasn’t sure his will power was up for the task. She kept applying suction as she fully took him into her mouth and felt her lips touch the base of his cock. That was it, he could last only about twenty seconds longer before the flood gates couldn’t be held any longer and he erupted into her mouth.

The cock in her mouth grew ever so slightly and she could feel it starting to pulse. Moriah wasn’t some innocent girl like she once was and knew what was about to happen. She then moved to sit up but found her lover’s long nailed fingers running through her hand and holding the back of her head so that she stayed there impaled on his erect dick as his thick, creamy cum filled her mouth.

“Eh, eh, eh, aaahhh... GOD YES!” Each word and sound coming from Calvin’s mouth was a whisper, that is till he fully came and he thanked the good lord while he held his woman down so that she could devour her reward for a good job done. Catching his breath was difficult, his heavy breathing actually made him feel lightheaded. Still, he smiled at Moriah as she sat up, a trail of his seed spilling down her mouth and down her chin. He loved a good blowjob, but something he wasn’t expecting was her to kiss him right after.

The thick salty substance in her mouth lingered there, some of it dripped down her chin and some went down her throat. She hadn’t planned on letting him cum in her mouth at all, but she knew how to handle things from here. His eyes looked like they could have belonged to a pretty doll as they went wide when she leaned into kiss him. She pressed her lips to his and pressed her tongue forward into his mouth to make sure he got a good taste of the cum, his cum.

The idea of what was happening was completely disgusting to Cal, but the actual act of it happening to him was horrifying. Moriah slid her tongue into his mouth still coated in his own cum. He could taste her along with his salty, thick seed.

“I hope you enjoyed that, Clara, because it is now my turn.” For the next hour and a half he spent his time between her legs. By the time she let him up for longer than a moment to catch his breath his jaw was almost as sore as his heeled feet. “Okay pretty girl, time for you to get your sweet butt into the shower and then it is off to bed. Tomorrow you have a big day with Sid before you can start work on Monday.”

Having a bath instead of a shower was an adjustment, but a time he looked forward to as it meant no corset. Sitting in the water, Calvin scraped his tongue across his teeth to try and clear the taste of cum from his mouth, despite already brushing his teeth and gargling with mouthwash twice. The fact that he was alone for the first time with his changed body would mean it was a good time for him to explore himself, but he was just too distracted. The hot water felt wonderful on his sore body, his throbbing feet and rather stiff jaw. He might have still done just that if it wasn’t for the flavor clingy to his mouth, that was much more mental than anything else. By the time the water got cool he got up out of the water he could still see day light coming in through the bathroom window. It was still early, and yet still agreed with the woman who had once been his wife, it felt like it was time for bed. The day had been exhausting physically, mentally and emotionally and yet he still found himself hungry. The crash diet left him an almost constant hungry state, his mind just prioritized all the other trauma first.

He wasn’t sure why Moriah came into the bathroom at that moment, maybe she was just checking in on him or perhaps she heard the tub training. Still dripping wet, feeling gravity pull on his expanded body he looked at Moriah with a pleading look. “Maybe I can just clean up and then we can have dinner. Maybe something that isn’t a salad?”

Moriah chuckled as she started for the door, wanting to find the perfect thing for the lady like man to wear, but stopped before she left the bathroom. Looking back at him she cocked her head slightly to the side. “Clara, you are trying to lose weight and I think the protein I shared with you should be enough for you tonight, but if you want more I could ask Sidney if he is willing to donate.”

Calvin gave her a disgusted look, the phantom taste still lingering. “Don’t even joke about that.”

The smile on Moriah's face dropped as she looked him in the eye. “Clara, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You aren’t my husband, or boyfriend. You are just a girl I am letting stay with me. Just a girl who I had a little fling with before she starts her job as a junior maid at the hotel I own.” When she saw her feminized boyfriend about to speak up she held up one finger sternly. “Argue with me and you will find out if I was joking or not. I might even consider tossing you out the door.”

Calvin wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of hostility came from, they had just had a fantastic time. It could have been better for him, but she got her little fetish time. He knew intimately that it wasn't her time of the month, the only other thing he could think of was how she had made him promise to not to try and control her like he had. Moriah held his gaze for a few more seconds and when he hadn’t said a word she walked over and helped her ex-husband back into the bedroom and once more slip into a pair of heels. “Lets get your corset back on Clara, gotta keep up your waist training, then I think we can find something pretty for you to wear.

Sleep was hard for Calvin that night, he was still hungry and not even close to comfortable. Moriah had put him in a different corset, one not as tight at least, but it was still there. He was wearing a maroon babydoll nightie and matching panties and then was left alone in the dark. Cal couldn’t help but feel the changes to his body, he ran his fingers side his side, the corset helping create a feminine waist that he loved in girls. The Rim place had made his legs, ass and… most of his body feel so different. It felt odd, everything felt odd. His eyes were heavy and it was like looking through a curtain, his lips and most of his body felt stretched and inflated like it was swollen from a bee sting. Laying on his back after the massacre to his male body was just another stick on the fire so to speak. Laying on his back with how his rear end felt, they were just as swollen, but the worst feeling was the weight of his chest pressing down on him as he looked up at the spinning ceiling fan.

Turning to his side he let his emotions go free, he had held onto it all for so long. His father had been the type of man that never cried in public, and he felt so weak whenever his own emotions wanted to take control, but at least here alone it was okay. Tears built up and flowed down his cheeks, he didn’t start balling, but still let himself grieve. Or at least that was how it started, with control, but it soon became more than he could handle. ‘I have TITS FOR GODS SAKE!’ He whimpered as he thought of the cum he swallowed.

Soon the water works really started, he cried like he hadn’t in a long time. Calvin couldn’t control it, he tried to stop himself, but the best he could do was press his face into the pillow. He felt emotional, abused and trapped. Earlier in the day it really hit him when looking at his naked body after that cruel bitch Eun had worked on him but was able to keep it together in front of Moriah. Here though, in the guest bedroom, alone he had no agency in letting them flow. The more that came out the more powerless he felt.

It was like his emotions had taken on a life of their own, free of what he desired, it was all out of his control. His life… not even his own emotions were under control. The man was having a breakdown, a type of panic attack. In time it passed, Calvin all cried out, but still lay there on his side, holding the sheet close to him and thinking about what was to come. If he didn’t continue, he would need to tell the woman, he loved the truth that he cheated on her so that she understood he wasn’t just having cold feet. That would mean going along with it this long was for nothing, she would kick him to the curb and he would be out millions. IT would mean he would be on the street looking the way he did. Sure he wouldn’t be on the street long, he still owned a large stake in the hotel, but it wouldn’t change the fact that he would have tits for at least two more weeks. He tried to focus on the money, buying a yacht, he didn’t know how to sail, but he could learn. The thought of sailing out on the sea with a beautiful woman in a string bikini at his side, or two allowed him to relax enough to slip off to sleep.