1. The Chain: Link 5a


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    chattering non-stop, the squish of gum that broke up her sentences annoyed him, but he didn’t want to complain. He didn’t hear half of what she said, though he picked up that her name was Chloe. He was amazed that those chubby fingers could apply the nail varnish so delicately and precisely. As Chloe set to work on his face, he sat, flexing his fingers, admiring the bright red on the ends, wishing he was alone so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed stroking the nylon on his legs with his newly manicured fingers. Maybe Chloe read that thought and said something, but if so Sam didn’t hear. He was almost in a world of his own until the woman stepped back and surveyed her work. “Lovely!” she decided. Then, before Sam could get a word in edgewise, “I brought some shoes with me too, in your size. You might want to practice walking in them before we go out.” That gave Sam a jolt. “Go out?” he said. The idea of being seen in public, the risk of being recognized; how could he go out? Chloe smiled indulgently. “Yes, go out,” she said. “You don’t think I’m going to just sit here with some loser all night, do you? We’re going out. Or don’t you have the balls?” The way she said it alerted Sam to the fact that something was wrong. Whenever he wore Melinda’s underwear, he was always acutely aware of the way his bits were all squished up, or spilling out. He was feeling none of that now. Chloe was giving him a wicked look, her jaw still moving rhythmically. “Why don’t you have a look in the ...
    mirror?” she said. So Sam got up, nervous bile rising. Chloe followed him into Melinda’s room, where he regarded himself in the full length mirror. It was too much to take in at once, as if existence were caving in on him. It wasn’t even his own face staring back at him, and that had nothing to do with the make-up Chloe had applied. The angles were softer, the nose perkier, the lips fuller, the cheeks more rounded, the eyes heavy-lidded and seductive. And the hair… Where his dark thatch had been, he was now blonde, airy whisps floating down to his shoulders. “Blondes have more fun,” Chloe told him, but he hardly heard. Through the gauzy top, he saw to his shock and amazement that there was real cleavage peeping out of the bra. Waves of heat washed over him as he realised he’d developed real breasts. As modestly as he could, he checked how things were further down. There was neither hide nor hair of any kind of male equipment; the panties felt incredibly snug. Sam turned, poking his bum at the mirror. He was definitely fleshier, but the skirt was somehow a better fit. “Goodbye Sam, hello Samantha!” Chloe said. “But, but…” Sam stuttered. “How…? Look, you can’t just… Whatever it is you’ve done… You can’t just do that to a person!” His heart sank immediately. His normal voice was much deeper. The voice he now spoke in was deep too, but for a woman, and huskily seductive into the bargain. “Like I said,” Chloe told him, “you kissed the figurine. That means something, it always does.” ...
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