He went to the doctor's office

He left the police station and walked the few hundred meters that separated him from the office of the only doctor in town. He knocked on the door, and froze at the sight of the doctor's assistant. “Alberto… is that you?” the policeman stammered. In front of him, a quite sexy brunette, with full crimson lips, straight jet black hair, which fell past the shoulders and intermingled with the pronounced neckline that a semi-transparent blouse offered and that revealed an erotic red lace bodice, clearly stuffed with something that was not a woman's boobs, and that below the waist she wore a black lycra miniskirt that did little to cover round buttocks, below which you could see suggestive garters that held seductive stockings at mid-thigh height. also red, she looked at him, impassive. "Commissioner, if you don't mind, now I prefer that you call me Betty", she answered, in a disgruntled tone, the assistant. "Yeah right. Sorry, Betty”, muttered the policeman, without fully understanding how that doctor's assistant, whom he had known for so long, was transitioning towards that seductive woman who, although no boobs were still noticeable on her body, for everything else clearly it did look like one. Without further comment, he lowered his head and entered the waiting room of the office, where he saw two patients sitting waiting to be seen. On one side of the room, a young man in his early twenties, dressed in clearly feminine clothes, sitting cross-legged, nails painted in intense violet, clearly outlined eyes and a faint pink lipstick, looked at him as if devouring him with his eyes. It took him long seconds to recognize Jeremías, the bank teller. "Hello, commissioner," said the boy seductively, to which the policeman responded only with a gesture, not sure how to return the greeting without giving rise to second interpretations. Opposite, sitting on the other row of benches, Don Pablo, the school's almost sixty-year-old doorman, looked for the commissioner's gaze, and with notorious gestures he pointed at the boy, as if censoring the feminine appearance that he wore. At that moment, he opened the door of the office revealing Giménez, the owner of one of the rooms in the town, who came out with his gaze lost in infinity, his eyes glassy, ​​and walking with some insecurity. "Well, my friend, listen to me. He will see that afterwards he will feel much better, more relaxed, ”said the doctor, while patting the back of the patient who was leaving. When he crossed paths with the policeman, the man tried to look him in the eye, but you could tell that he was gone, like extremely confused. The commissioner, before the boy could enter his office, extended his hand to the doctor and went, somewhat forcefully, into the office. The doctor, displaying his courtesy, ignored Abel's rude and discourteous gesture and closed the door behind him, then went to sit in his chair, behind his desk. "How can I help you, Abel?" Were the only words he uttered. The policeman looked at him seriously and worried at the same time: “I have enough reasons to think that you are part of some form of plot together with that brothel that has been installed on the outskirts of town. With your assistant and the guy from the bank waiting outside, that's five people I saw today who have come out openly. Or six, I don't know. Several have told me that they were after you recommended them. What do you have to tell me?"

The doctor was staring at him, but, far from showing concern, it was clear from his face that he found the situation hilarious, almost funny. “Let me pour us a coffee, and we'll continue talking,” said the doctor, getting up from his desk and, taking the coffeepot that was on a side table, he poured two cups: one for himself and one for the policeman. Looking into his eyes, the doctor placed the mug for the policeman on the desk directly in front of him, and then walked slowly, returning to his place in his comfortable chair. Abel carelessly stirred the coffee as he prepared to hear what the doctor had to say. The doctor took his time to speak and, finally, while sipping his coffee when he saw that the policeman had drunk his almost in one gulp, he began the story: “almost a month ago, when I returned from a home visit In the Puiggari ranch, passing by the abandoned mansion on the old route, I saw that there was movement. I thought it would have sold, and stopped by to say hello and introduce myself. I found out that it was a brothel, although it hadn't opened yet, with only a few bricklayers working and the owner, an incredibly beautiful woman, who I later learned was going to be the main attraction of the place. She had never seen such beauty. She was stunning, exuberant. Almost from another planet. She seduced me, took me to the room, and I had the best afternoon of sex I've ever had in my life." The commissioner looked at him, absorbed, while his eyes turned green watery, and his gaze became more and more distant. The doctor smiled, and in a quick movement, he closed the distance that separated them, to stand in front of the policeman, who followed him with his eyes as if he were in a dream, without being able to move or react. Once at his side, the doctor turned Abel's chair, facing him, and knelt in front of him. “Between everything I did that afternoon, I learned how wonderful it is to suck a dick, to feel it inside you, to be fucked as if you were a bitch in heat. When the Mistress found out that I was the town doctor, while she fucked me in multiple positions, she talked in such a way that I registered absolutely everything in my brain, as if it were an inescapable programming, teaching me to suck dicks, to give myself to other men and ordering me to tell all the men in town to visit his brothel. For that, he gave me that **** that I just gave you in the cafe and taught me that, once under its effects, I should suck their dicks while he gave them the instructions to visit her. With that, they couldn't resist. Once there, he would transform them into his whores, one by one, until he ended up turning all the men in the town into trans prostitutes. So now I'm going to suck your dick and, just as Giménez must be doing, the one you saw leaving, then you're going to go to the brothel, to start your transformation. Relax, take your dick out of your pants and let me suck it.” The commissioner looked from his deep stupor, and only managed to take off his pants, and extract his dick, which was curiously erect. Right away, he felt the doctor's warm lips and experienced a better blowjob than he had ever received, even from his wife. It didn't take him long to finish, and he watched as the doctor swallowed all the milk, stood up and whispered something in his ear, even though he already knew what he should do. "I have to go to the brothel," said the policeman, and stood up, adjusting his clothes, while he said goodbye to the doctor with a fiery tongue kiss. Leaving the office, with his sight still lost, he could see that the boy smiled at him, winking knowingly, as if knowing what had happened with the doctor, while the old man grumbled protesting the time the doctor had been busy with him. and that further delayed his query.

He walked back to the police station, where he had parked the car. Just as he was about to get on the bus to go to the brothel, his cell phone snapped him out of his stupor. "Hello, I wanted to know if you found out anything", the voice of his wife was heard, when attending. "Nothing yet, but I'm working on it," the commissioner lied. He couldn't tell her that he was going to the brothel to investigate. Neither did the doctor… what had the doctor told him? What had happened? Everything was very blurry in his memory. He knew that he had to go to the brothel. But something in his mind tried to warn him of danger. He thought that first he would notify his assistant, so that she would know where he was going, just in case something happened to him and at the same time that he would not wait for him that morning, to give the shift to his companions at night. He entered the police station, and saw Marcelo staring at the screen, and could see that he was discreetly jerking off. The commissioner went to the desk, trying to see what the young man was looking at, who, seeing him, quickly took his hand out of his pants, but he did not close the screen. Abel stared at the screen. A wild gay porn, with men fucking each other, was almost at its climax. He lost track of how much time had passed. He was able to see countless fucks between men, with multiple cumshots where milk was spilled on faces, chests, backs and hairy asses. At some point, he was able to take his eyes off the screen and looked at Marcelo who, sensing what was happening, blushed and lowered his head. The commissioner, still embarrassed by the **** the doctor had given him, told him: “don't worry. I'm not going to say anything to your girlfriend. It is very logical that you look at that which is very exciting. I came to tell you that I have to go investigate something at the brothel. Don't wait for me and pass the shift to the night people" and, without waiting for an answer, he left, got into his car, and left for that strange and mysterious den, while in the background the screams of the drunk in the cell were heard, trying to persuade him not to go there. Still at his desk, the boy turned his eyes to the screen continuing with a ferocious handjob, but this time directly pulling his dick out of his pants and covering it with his left hand at the moment of finishing in order to collect all his milk and quickly take it to his mouth. licking and tasting that exquisite pleasure he had discovered in the brothel the night before. Without a doubt, tonight he would return, because that place was almost a paradise where he could fuck whoever he wanted.

Already from a distance, Abel could notice the number of cars that were outside the place. As his assistant had told her, surely half the men in town would be there. As expected, Giménez's truck was also parked there. The commissioner left his patrol next to the main access, and determinedly faced the entrance door to the place. An enormous dark-haired man with big hands and a very broad back guarded the entrance. Ridiculously, he was only wearing a tiny gold thong. The policeman thought that, if it weren't for his size, it would surely be a reason to laugh at him, but with the clear advantage that his enormous size gave him over anyone, nobody would dare to do it, at least not to his face. The dark-haired man politely opened the door for him, looking at his ass with predatory eyes, something that Abel did not notice, since he had already practically crossed the entrance, entering the den, for which he also had to go through two thick blue velvet curtains, to finally access a room almost in darkness. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, the policeman couldn't believe what he was seeing.

In the background, in the brightest spot, which was clearly the drinks bar, two voluptuous girls, wearing skimpy bras and sequined thongs, were chatting amicably with some of the men around them. Distributed throughout the place, large armchairs were occupied by men who stared absorbedly at the TV screens in front of them. The intense flashes that the screens produced, generated an effect like a flash that, for fractions of a second, allowed us to see the faces of ecstasy and stupor. The music, loud and powerful, had a certain hypnotic effect that was imperceptibly affecting the policeman. Looking at the nearest armchair, she could see that the man who was watching TV someone was sucking his dick with absolute dedication. She approached, to see if he could distinguish who he was, and was surprised to recognize the tiny khaki shorts that she had seen her brother-in-law wear that morning. “Charlie… is that you?” the commissioner yelled, trying to be heard over the music. The boy looked up, extracting a very hard and enormous cock from his mouth, which was still covered in his saliva, and smiling, he said: "Let me finish here and I'll be with you right away, brother-in-law."

Abel was horrified and quickly moved away from him, while Charlie swallowed the hard cock in his mouth again and continued with the blowjob he was giving the man, who just minutes before had been, on the doctor's orders, with one of the girls. beautiful whores. If the commissioner had asked him, the man could not have remembered what had happened to her. Influenced by some strange trance, the man had never taken his eyes off the screen and naturally accepted that this effeminate boy was giving him a blowjob. On a slightly further wall, Abel could see the doctor, savagely fucking Betty, his assistant, who moaned and moved like a cat in heat, wearing a much more erotic outfit than the one he had seen her wearing in the afternoon, in the office. In another of the armchairs he saw Ernesto, the shopkeeper, while the baker's two sons took turns sucking his dick, with Miguel dressed in the lingerie he had bought that afternoon, wearing a fully made-up face and absolutely feminine gestures, and with Daniel , the younger brother she had seen that morning on the street, dressed only in a tiny lace thong and wearing a matching erotic bustier. He looked back at the bar and saw one of the girls taking Giménez by the hand and leading him towards a curtain, which would surely lead to private rooms, while she caressed and kissed him. The man followed her, completely gone, unable to say a word. In the armchair next to him, Abel saw Jeremías, the bank teller, now fully made up, happily bouncing on the cock of Pablo, the sixty-year-old school doorman, who was pinching his nipples and whispering things in his ear with a clear expression. of lust on his face, a stark contrast to the attitude I'd seen him wear a couple of hours earlier in the doctor's waiting room.

The commissioner started to back towards the door, but a huge hand came to rest on his shoulder, stopping him. He turned his head, and saw the black man at the door smiling at him and preventing any movement. When he looked ahead, he saw one of the girls he'd spotted earlier at the bar standing in front of him smiling at him, and his reaction was instant. His dick got rock hard. He could feel her about to tear through the fabric of her pants. The girl, still smiling, looked at the bundle and then looked him in the eye: “Hello, Commissioner. We were thinking what had happened to you that took you so long to arrive. The doctor came to tell us that you had been in his office over an hour ago. He already missed us that you didn't come. But hey, you're here and now I'm going to make you touch the sky with your hands. Come with me,” he said, as he took her hand. The policeman stammered: “no… I can't. I just want… to see the owner… I delayed because after seeing the doctor I had to stop by my office.” The girl was stunned. “Wow. You have a very strong will. No one resists the instructions of the doc, much less resist their seduction, ”she said as she raised her tits so that they were much closer to the commissioner's face, who now, with more light, could see his face . “Victor?” the policeman ventured. “Oh, Abelito, do you think that with these boobs I can be Victor? Now my name is Chantelle and I work for Mistress Marianne as a whore in this brothel, serving little men like you who want to fuck little whores like me. Dale, come with me. I assure you that you have never experienced anything like it in your life,” said the whore. The commissioner released his hand and tried to take a step back. The black's hand stopped him again. Chantelle, visibly concerned, said, “You obviously have too much willpower. The Mistress will have to attend to you personally. She waits, I'm going to call her”, and she swayed away with a wonderful ass, which Abel couldn't help but stare at.

In that instant, he had a ray of insight, and he knew he had to get out of there. He turned and looked at the black, his eyes almost imploring her to let him go. The black man, smiling, spoke for the first time: “Did you know that I end up fucking the ones who are the most difficult, like you, until they ask me to please never take them out again? They end up being such lewd and submissive little whores that customers pay a fortune to fuck them, because of how kinky they are.” Abel implored, then: “I ask you please to let me go. I'm not going to say anything or do anything to them. I'll let them convert all the men in town if they want, but please let me go." The black man, taking him by both arms, turned him around to make him face a spectacular woman. Taller than him, thin, with huge tits, a minimal waist, a hip that invited him to ride her on a bed for hours, a perfect face, with lips that guaranteed a blowjob like never before, she looked at him with a smile. evil, and a reddish gleam in her eyes that he had never seen in any human being. “So you are the famous commissioner of this little town? That he even he has been able to withstand countless attacks from my girls, from what they told me. Come with me to my office. We need to talk,” she said the slender beauty and turning on her heel, she strode off toward the thick drapes in the background. Crossing them, they found themselves in a hall, a little brighter, and he could see Giménez, leaving a room and being guided by the whore to the living room, with his gaze still lost, but with a wide smile on his face. As he watched him go, the black man pushed Abel into an office, closing the door behind them.

“Come, sit down. Would you like something to drink?” said the splendid woman, pointing to a comfortable red velvet high chair. Immediately, Abel remembered the coffee at the doctor's, and politely declined the offer. "Okay, then you're going to take what I tell you," replied that perfect female specimen dryly. The policeman couldn't stop looking at her, almost hypnotized as he was by her figure, her curves, her movements. If I had to find a word to define her, it would be "goddess". That was her. A goddess. Like any goddess, she must not be contradicted, Abel thought, though that thought seemed foreign to him. But it was true. So much perfection has to be obeyed. She placed a glass of whiskey in front of her, and he, taking it with one hand without a word, began to drink while she cat-walked to a similar chair facing the one where he was sitting. Once she sat down, opening the slit of her dress that revealed the birth of her thighs, she told him: “if they didn't tell you, I'm Marianne. Mistress Marianne. All those people in the room, they are or soon will be my whores. And then all the men in town will be my whores. Since you have shown so much willpower and endurance, as well as being so cute, I am going to grant you the privilege of knowing our plan, beforehand. You will be the only human to know, so you should be honored, got it?” Abel could only murmur: “yes, Mistress.” She further separated the parts of her dress, and the policeman could see the imposing bulge that was hidden under her tiny thong. The Ama was also a trans woman. The commissioner knew at that moment that he had to flee from there, but her body did not respond, and soon his mind did not want it either. He ran his eyes again the spectacular curves of that woman, while he listened to what she said. “I congratulate you because you are the only human who has shown so much resistance so far, of the three towns that we have visited. I wonder if, once you finish your transformation, will you have any other abilities? You're going to be a very interesting whore."

The enthralled cop couldn't take his eyes off the magnetic cleavage in front of him. Marianne amused herself playing with him as a cat plays with a mouse. She'd sit leaning her body forward, teasing a finger along the edge of her cleavage, stretching it, or putting a little pressure on both of her arms to make her boobs rise even higher. Abel was completely mesmerized. When he knew that the policeman had no escape, he whispered to him: “Very good, beautiful. Don't stop looking at them. You want them. You want to release them and lick them, kiss them, suck them. You want to suck them so that you can also grow a couple of these. You know that if you suck them, you're going to turn into another one of my whores, but you don't care. You want to do the same. I kept looking at them while I explain what is going to happen in your town, just like it happened in the other towns, before.”

Abel licked his lips as his hand caressed his cock, hard as a rock, through his pants. Marianne continued: “On our planet, the biological females of our species have been extinct for several centuries. Being a highly eroticized species, with a habit of having sex several times a day, they always looked for ways to increase physical attraction. There was an epidemic caused by a **** that became fashionable, that gave women a voluptuous and irresistible body, but that finally killed them all. We were almost on the verge of disappearing, as a species, because it took us several years to find a way to reproduce without having eggs. Finally, we developed a long and costly process, but it allowed us to survive, until we found, on a nearby planet, another species similar to ours, which we subjected and, after much development, genetically modified their women so that their ovules could be fertilized by our sperm, and that they would carry our progeny until giving birth, and thus perpetuate us. But, the number of years without sex with women led us to enjoy sex only among men of our species, so some began to identify with their most feminine side, until they became beautiful trans women, like me. Those girls quickly became the most desired. Fundamentally, because what we learned not to appreciate is a vagina, but rather a woman with a dick. It became something coveted on our planet to have sex with us, but there weren't many of us. Luckily, some time later and almost by chance, on an exploration foray into what, to us, was deep space, we found your planet and, by analyzing the humans, we learned some interesting things. The best thing is that we discovered that, genetically, we are very similar to humans, but the women of their species are not useful for us to procreate. Almost by chance, too, we discovered that you also have beautiful trans women. So it was that, little by little, we began to take them to work in sophisticated brothels in our cities, but the demand grew in such a way that it became impossible for us to satisfy it, and that generated two problems: on the one hand, a great risk of explosions social on our planet due to the scarce supply, which added to how vehement our males get, would be a time bomb. You may have seen him with the black man at the door, who is of our kind. He is **** to make you the whore of him. I can guarantee you that once you taste his dick you won't want anything else. But, well, back to the explanation… The way we find to not attract attention and to be able to collect enough whores for the brothels of our planet, is to go through small towns, transforming all their men into trans prostitutes, and programming the minds of the women so that they take as normal that all men disappear, and do not react in any way, taking charge of keeping the town running as if nothing had happened. In fact, we even program them to help their men transition. It is very easy and fast for us to do it. Today, when your wife called you to go see your brother, she was carrying out the orders we gave her. We wanted to entice you to come. You exceeded our expectations by researching. Really, your capacity for resistance is striking. Everyone else succumbs to girls. The mechanism is simple. They give themselves up so that the men can fuck them, but at the same time the fluids from their bodies cause in them the desire to try sucking them or, in some cases where there is some hidden desire, until they are penetrated. That's why, after they're done, it's easy to make them suck the dick of the girl they were with. Once they consume their cum, their desire for other cocks starts to set in. To that we add the programming of their brains, which we do through the screens in the living room, and soon they are converted into cock worshipers. Then it's just a matter of time. The more dicks they get, the more they want, and the more effeminate they get, until transition is the only logical continuation. But at the same time, their libido increases excessively, until they are transformed into ardent whores. You are the first human to know, and only because of the resistance you showed. According to what we know, surely your fluids will have a much more intense effect, as do those of our bodies. Think that, for the two original girls, with only the black's semen and mine, it took us 24 hours to turn them from two rough bricklayers into two ardent cabaret whores. The others, started by those girls and others after them, took considerably longer. If you looked closely at what you discovered today, you will have seen that the boys go through different stages. For example, your brother-in-law tried a dick for the first time just three days ago. By tomorrow, she will dress like a woman, and at night she will behave like one, and in a couple of days she will be just another whore, with huge tits, serving customers 24 hours a day. The doctor was a special case, but Betty, the assistant, came to the brothel as Alberto exactly five days ago. Tonight complete the first stage, and in one or two days she will already be like a complete whore serving clients here in the salon, with tits as big as Chantelle's, whom you curiously called Victor. Did you think such a whore could still be that boring man? Another example is Miguel, whom you saw shopping for clothes at Ernie the grocer, who we started over two weeks ago, but who we keep as a man to help us with the transition of others. That Miguel will be Micaela tomorrow and in three days at the most he will be just another whore. Now you know what we came for and how we do it. Soon you are going to be one of us, but I think you are going to be a very special one.”