The Inner Realm Of Tioga

by Jodie Anderson

  

(Chapter 3)

 

PART VI  

Leslie had a bad feeling the moment Justin left the camp. His mind kept going back to the stories the Canton locals had told him at the Round Table a few days earlier. For some reason, he just couldn't let the thoughts go. He also thought about the creepy events of the early afternoon, when he had felt like he was being watched. He shivered; it was getting colder out.

Ten minutes later, Justin had not returned. Leslie thought about going after him but quickly decided against it. He could get lost in the dark--it would be better to wait. "Justin will be back, he's probably just having a little trouble." Leslie tried to humor himself. He waited another 10 minutes but Justin didn't return. "Jussssstinnn! Where are you?" He yelled out. He tried yelling again but didn't get a response. 'I bet Dave and Justin are playing a really tasteless trick on me. They're probably pissed at me for wanting to leave tonight,' he thought for a second but then remembered how ashen and edgy Justin had looked earlier when Dave hadn't come back after leaving to check on the weather. "No, this isn't a joke. They're both really lost," he decided. He looked around again. The rain was now coming down in sheets; the tree limbs swayed and creaked in the howling wind. While Leslie brooded over what was happening, the fire dwindled and went out. Leslie hung a waterproof lamp up outside his tent. He lay down intending to think about what he should do, but his exhaustion overwhelmed him and he fell asleep.

****

Leslie tossed and turned in his sleeping bag: he was in the middle of a deep, disturbing dream. In his dream he was on his hands and knees and crawling forward into a grey mist. He couldn't see anything except for a dim light in front of him, somewhere behind the seemingly endless clouds of mist. Wisps of shoulder-length blonde hair obstructed his view as he moved forward. His skin felt exposed, but he didn't feel cold; in fact, he felt hot, almost like he had a fever. Something didn't feel right to him; his crawl was slow and deliberate, calculated, brazenly sexual. It felt like he had large fleshy saddlebags attached to his hips, thighs, and butt. As he grew closer to the light, he started to see his hands; they were soft and delicate and his fingernails seemed long and shapely. A few seconds later he realized that his fingernails were painted a cute shade of baby-blue. His body started to become more visible. His skin was hairless, smooth, and slightly tanned. One thick creamy thigh slid out in front of the other as he crawled along. He looked along the sides of his body and saw a tiny waist and wide, rounded hips. He felt his hips and padded ass pumping and swaying as he sauntered forward.

He looked down at his crotch; the small familiar bulge was gone. Instead, he saw that he was wearing a pair of thin, transparent, baby-blue silk panties that gripped him like a second skin; underneath the panties he could see the unmistakable shape of two feminine lips. In the back, the revealing bikini panties covered only a portion of his sexy butt. He also noticed two large breasts on his small, narrow chest. His nipples were hard; he could feel them pressing against the silky material of his baby-blue silk bra.

He felt something burning deep inside himself that he couldn't identify; whatever it was, he knew that it was something he had never experienced before. The sensation grew and grew as he continued to move through the mist. Seconds later, he felt himself nibbling on his lower lip; it felt plump and moist. He thought and thought but could not identify the emotion he was experiencing. He tried to calm himself down and to check his emotions, but it was impossible.

The light behind the mist grew brighter.

He stopped moving forward for a minute and rested by sitting on his heels. As if by second nature, he reached up, ran his hands through his silky hair and fluffed it up. His hands dropped to his thighs where they rested. Before he knew it, he was caressing and squeezing his thighs lightly. It felt soooo good. He closed his eyes and moved one of his hands to his vagina. He touched his lips gently and then began massaging them through his panties. His entire body began to tingle pleasantly. A few seconds later he felt a slight dampness and then removed his hand. Now he knew what the strange feeling was: feminine lust.

He was crawling forward again, but now, he wasn't fighting his emotions anymore, he was letting them run wild. He was trying to imagine making love to a sexy woman, but it didn't work: it was like his mind was incapable of imagining himself as a man. And then, the mist began to clear.

He was in a bedroom. Someone was standing on the other side of the room, directly in front of a large bed with pink satin sheets and a matching comforter. Leslie's arousal grew by leaps and bounds upon seeing this person. Leslie crawled closer, feeling sexier by the second. Then, all at once, the mist cleared completely.

Leslie stopped crawling. The person in front of the bed was a man. He was good-looking, probably about thirty-five. He had short brown hair, a clean, smoothly shaven face, and slightly defined abdominals. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He appeared to be in good shape: he had nice muscles but they were not huge. The guy was probably about 6'1" and 200 pounds. His large hands rested on his thin hips, and he had an expectant smirk on his face.

Leslie was disappointed: he had hoped the person in the mist would be a woman. But, to his shock and dismay, the pent-up sexual tension in his body did not dissipate; instead, it increased dramatically. Within seconds his body felt like it was on fire with lust. And then he realized what was happening: his body was turned on, but it wasn't looking for a woman.

The sexy little blonde sat back on her heels, wide-eyed, open-mouthed and wet-lipped. She was wearing a liberal, tasteful amount of makeup that made her look stunning. She wore lipstick, soft pink, outlining the damp cavity of her mouth. She stared at her lover with pure longing and need. She licked her lips seductively and watched him for a moment. She wanted him badly: it was written all over her face. She started crawling forward again, like a hungry and dangerous cat out on the prowl. She couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in his boxers as she crawled. When she finally reached him, her hands went right to his waist. She slipped her perfectly manicured nails between his waistband and firm stomach and slowly pulled his boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them and continued to watch her.

The blonde had never had a penis in her face before but it didn't show: she did not appear bashful, shy, or timid in the slightest. She cupped his sac in her hands gently and then started teasing his balls with her hot, wet tongue (Leslie could not control his thoughts, all he could think, over and over, was 'I want that in my mouth...I want it nice and hard...and I want it to fuck my pussy.') She encircled his penis with one of her hands like she was grabbing a microphone; her glossy nails shined in the dim light. Slowly, his soft penis grew stiff in her warm delicate hand. She gave him one last lick underneath and then slid her tongue up the middle of his penis all the way to the tip. She continued to tease his shaft with her tongue over and over while she scratched his sac lightly with her fingernails. He started to moan. ('Good...he likes it....I need to get him nice and hard so he can really give it to me.' Leslie thought deep in a sexual trance.) The blonde felt the hot tingle between her legs increase upon hearing her lover moan. She circled the tip of his penis with her tongue and teased him mercilessly. She looked up at his face with her big blue eyes and watched his reaction. She ran her hands up his thighs, her fingers splayed wide apart, and gripped him. Her tongue retreated back from his body, but her luscious satiny smooth, glossy pink lips opened up a little wider in anticipation. She moved her head and mouth forward slightly, taking the tip of his penis into her mouth. She paused briefly, and then continued to move her head forward slowly. Wider and wider her luscious lips parted as she took his warm, thick penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she thought it could go no further, she moved her head away from him, and slowly slid his penis out of her mouth. When it was all the way out, she puckered her lips and kissed the tip playfully. She reached around the outside of his thighs and placed her hands firmly on his butt for leverage. Then her lips parted once more and she took him into her mouth again, this time, a little faster. She took him in as far as she could and then moved her head back again. Back and forth she went, slowly increasing the speed and firmness of her sucks until she had a nice moderate pace going.

He moaned and moaned while she sucked him and grabbed his butt tightly. 'Not too fast...'she thought, 'I don't want him to cum...I want it nice and hard...and inside me.' She felt him stiffen in her mouth and imagined the hard, plump penis spreading apart her labia and thrusting deep into her vaginal canal. 'Oooohhh I want sex...I want it in me!' She thought over and over again, like a mantra. She was so charged up her panties were starting to soak through; the tight silky material tugged at her new, feminine lips, egging her on.

All of a sudden, she heard someone behind her. It was a woman, and she was laughing a deep, disturbing laugh. Somehow the blond knew the woman was laughing at her. Instead of turning around to see who it was, the blond continued to suck her lover. But the mysterious laughter would not go away and refused to be ignored. Finally, Leslie turned and looked at the woman. He had seen her face before: it was Alexandra Tioga.

She looked stunning: beautiful, intimidating, raw, and aggressive. She was wearing a black spandex unitard--which barely manage to contain her large breasts--and a pair of high-heeled black boots. Her long silver-colored nails sparkled magically in the darkness. Her powerful legs were spread shoulder-width apart and her hands were on her hips. She fixed her cold, calculating gaze on Leslie's face: it froze him to the core. She wore a thick silver neckless; a small, odd-shaped silver figurine or idle of some sort dangled down from the neckless.

"Yes Leslie....suck him...get him nice and hard so he can use it to trap you in that body....forever. You'll belong to him...of course...but then I think a part of you would like that. Or, perhaps you'd like to chose another path, and stay in the Inner Realm. You're in control now...but only for the moment," Ms. Tioga said grinning coldly. Leslie didn't understand her: to him, the statements amounted to nothing more than a spooky Delphic utterance. He looked at her tenderly, hoping for clarification. Instead, she barred her teeth at him and....

****

"HGGGHHSSSSSSSSS!!!!" A bone-chilling, loud hissing noise startled Leslie out of a deep sleep.

"Who's there???" He shouted, bolting into a sitting position. He was sweating--his sleeping bag always seemed to have that effect on him--and his nerves were a mess. He strained his ears but all he heard was the relentless wind and pounding rain. His eyes quickly scanned the tent: everything appeared to be okay; however, in the back of his mind, he could still hear Ms. Tioga laughing.

"HHSSSSSSSS!!!" He heard the unnatural noise again. It was outside and close by!

'What the hell is that?' He thought. His heart felt like it was in his throat. Oddly, his mind remembered a scene in a movie he had seen a few years earlier. 'This is just like the Blair Witch Project!' He thought, scarred out of his mind. Goose-bumps popped up all over his flesh. Seconds later, he heard a banshee-like screech and the tent collapsed on him! He slithered to where the opening in the tent had been and managed to unzip it and shinny his way out. A moment later, he was up and running....running deep into the forest. He could feel something behind him--something fast, hungry, and evil. He ran and ran as fast as he could. Branches slashed at his arms and legs and face, but he did not slow down.

After what seemed like an eternity, he felt like he could not go on. He dropped on his stomach: he knew that his only chance was to hide. He lay in the mud completely still for several minutes. Just when he was starting to relax the slightest bit, he felt a huge tornado-like gust of wind blow violently across him. The strength of the wind was like nothing he had ever felt before. He clutched some roots to hold himself in place. After about ten seconds, the gust had blown over him. He remained still for several more minutes then got up cautiously.

"I've got to get to the Jeep and get the hell out of these woods! Maybe Dave is back by now! I've got to find him!" He looked around and tried to figure out which direction he had come from, but the dark made it impossible. He picked a direction and moved off quickly thinking that time was of the essence.

As he hurried in the dark, he felt himself climbing a tall hill. He made his way over the hill and then descended into a deep valley. Toward the bottom of the valley he tripped over an old railroad tie, and realized that it was the edge of a path. "Schaweeeett!!! Maybe I can follow this path outta here!" He said with hope.

Just as he started down the path he heard the unearthly hissing noise again; it pierced through the rain and darkness with ease! Justin's heart skipped a beat and his entire body froze!

"HSSSSSSSSSTTT!" He heard the noise again. The strong wind picked up even more, as if to answer the loud, unnerving noise. Justin knew something was coming and that he had to hurry! He broke into a swift jog and headed down the path. After a few minutes he sensed that whatever was following him was far behind. He slowed down into a walk and tried to think things through. Before he could attempt to analyze the situation, he found himself standing at the edge of a small clearing that was encroached upon on all sides by the forest. Straight ahead of him, shrouded in darkness, loomed a tall dark structure.

"It must be the Tioga Mansion! I can't go in there!" He thought in a panic. He looked back at the dark path; the feeling that he was being hunted quickly returned.

He tried to balance the pros and cons of going into the house. He quickly concluded that he didn't want to face whatever was making the evil hissing sound. "I've got to go in...I'll just find a place to hide until morning," he rationalized. He raced up the long stone staircase and opened the front door quietly. He slipped into the house and closed the door softly behind him.

It was pitch black inside the mansion, but he still felt much more safe inside than he had out on the path. Luckily, he had a tiny, pen-sized flashlight on the end of his key-chain (Dave had suggested that he carry a source of light with him at all times in the forest). 'Thank you Dave!' He thought. He turned on the flashlight and saw the main staircase several feet in front of him, leading to the upper floors. "I'll find a place to hide up there! If something corners me, at least I can jump out a window. I'm definitely not going to hide in the basement!" He grabbed the thick wooden banister and made his way up the stairs to the second floor.

Just as Leslie got to the top of the stairs, he heard the front door to the house bang open.

"HHSSSSSSS!!!"

Leslie tiptoed down a hallway that seemed to lead to the right side of the mansion. 'How did it find me!!!' His mind whined, full of emotion. His heart felt like he had just lost a parent in a car accident. He found a room with a window and entered. He shut the door behind him and held his flash light out in front of him. He was in a beautiful bedroom. There was a large walk-in closet at the back of the room behind an enormous bed. Without thinking, he hurried over to the closet, went in, turned off his flashlight, and preyed in the darkness.

After an hour, Leslie was brave enough to turn on his flashlight again. When he did he received a terrible shock: a pair of dark, penetrating eyes were staring at him. He was about to let out an earth-shattering scream when he realized that it was just a close-up picture of a woman's face. Nevertheless, he didn't feel relaxed: the woman in the picture gave him the same uneasy feeling that the pictures at the tavern and the sketch in his notebook had given him. The woman in the picture was pretty, but her face looked predatory, primal, and hungry at the same time. She scarred him terribly.

"I wouldn't want to run into her in a dark alley," he laughed quietly to himself. He noticed the word "Arana" was written in strange cursive letters at the bottom of the picture. 'Arana? Isn't that the Spanish word for Spider?' He thought grimacing. His body shivered involuntarily and he turned away from the disturbing picture. 'This place is freakin creepy!'

The picture of Arana gave Leslie the creeps, for good reason. Little did he know that Dave had already fallen prey to the aggressive beauty.

Leslie looked around and took in the rest of his surroundings. The closet appeared to be rather large; it contained a small dresser and some hangers. Curious, Leslie opened one of the dresser drawers. To his surprise, Leslie found the dresser filled with women's clothing–several pairs of pants, some lingerie, bras, panties, sweat pants, exercise clothes etc.

'What girl in her right mind would live out here in the woods?' Leslie thought to himself. He looked back at the picture of Arana and assumed that the clothing probably belonged to her. He was wrong.

On top of the dresser Leslie saw a bottle of perfume. The bottle was shaped like the torso of a curvaceous woman. 'I wonder if that's what I smelled out in the woods,' he thought. He picked up the bottle and inspected it more closely. It looked like an ordinary bottle of perfume in many ways: it was clear on the outside and had a spraying mechanism; however, the liquid inside the bottle had a strange bright-pink tint to it. Leslie removed the cap and sprayed the perfume into the air. He sniffed at it and it smelled amazing, like no perfume he had ever smelled before. 'Wow, this stuff smells fantastic,' he thought, pleasantly surprised, 'but I don't think that's what I smelled in the forest today. It's too...

(submissive)

flowery.' He thought. 'What the hell is wrong with me! I'm wasting time, I'm so ADD...I've got to get out of here!' He put the bottle back on the dresser, opened the door to the closet, and peeked out into the bedroom. Cautiously, he shined the flashlight out into the room: no one was there. He took a tentative step out into the bedroom but stopped abruptly when he heard some strange scratching sounds coming from somewhere downstairs. "I better wait till morning!" He gulped. He stepped back and shut the closet door.

A slight dizzy feeling crept over him as he sat down on the closet floor.

'I need to eat something. I must be famished!' He thought to himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. With nothing else to do and a lot of time on his hands, Leslie thought and thought and thought and tried to make sense of things. He tried to come up with rational explanations for what had happened thus far, but he could not.

'This is so sci-fi, none of this can be happening! Wait...wait a second...I know what's going on....my senses must be all tweaked out from the pot I smoked. I've never smoked PCP before, so I wouldn't know what it feels like, but I bet that Justin must have scored some pot that was laced with PCP! That idiot!' But then he remembered that he and Justin had already smoked a couple of times on the trip without having experienced anything other than a typical high. After going back and forth in his mind for several minutes he finally cut to the chase.

'The real question is, do you believe in ghosts or witches?' He thought. "Maybe I do...maybe I do," he whispered. He felt an odd, burning tingle in his fingertips; he looked down and realized he was still holding the cap to the perfume. At the same time, he realized that, unfortunately, he still felt slightly dizzy. Trying to clear his head, he inhaled deeply, but instead of getting fresh air he got another whiff of the alluring fragrance he had sprayed into the air earlier. 'That really smells good,' he thought again, 'maybe even mildly arousing. I need to get the name of that stuff–I'll buy it for my first west coast girlfriend.' He smiled. He picked up the bottle and turned it over in his hands.

	The perfume appeared to have a strange pink color. Arana's picture watched Leslie eerily as he reached out to pick up the bottle.

The words "Sirvienta de Medianoche" were written on the bottle in small, cursive, black letters. Leslie sprayed the perfume into the air again and inhaled deeply. The sweet scent filled his nostrils and traveled down into his lungs. Within seconds the dizzy feeling he was experiencing intensified dramatically and he felt nauseous. His vision blurred and then grew dark, despite the fact that he had the flashlight on. He felt like he was going to pass out. Still clutching the bottle of perfume in one hand, he grabbed onto the dresser with his other hand to steady himself. He pulled his shirt up over his nose and inhaled deeply, but he simply got another huge whiff of the perfume. All of a sudden the dizziness started to clear and an overwhelming tingling sensation replaced it. It started in his chest and moved rapidly to his stomach and lower back and then slowly spread throughout the rest of his body. He smiled as the pleasant tingling sensation crept into his fingertips and toes.

"I feel great," he whispered, rubbing his arms and shoulders with his hands, "like I've taken a hit of ecstasy or something." He inhaled again and, for the third time, was blasted with the intense smell of the perfume. It smelled so sweet, so sexy, so....

(submissive)

comforting. "Oh this smells sooooooo good", he cooed. "I wonder what it would smell like on a person," he whispered with a strange enthusiasm; he was clearly not himself. He looked down at the bottle and sprayed some of the perfume on his wrists. He rubbed his wrists together slowly, letting the perfume sink in. It felt so good on his wrists. So flowery....so innocent....so

(helpless)

invigorating. Without thinking, he lifted up his shirt and sprayed the perfume directly onto his stomach–and then his hips. He closed his eyes in bliss as the perfume penetrated his skin. He could feel the rest of his body desperately aching to be doused in the perfume. Within a few seconds his pants and boxers were in a heap in the corner. He sprayed the perfume directly onto his feet, his toes, his knees, his thighs and all over his crotch. The perfume delved deeper and deeper into his body–his intestines, his stomach, his organs, his prostate. Every part of his body he sprayed felt so good...so smooth. He ripped off his shirt and sprayed the addictive liquid on the rest of his body, his waist, his butt, his back, his chest, his arms, his hands, his fingers, his neck, and his head. Finally, he sprayed the perfume onto his temples and then all over his face.

"Ooooohhhh, I feel sooooo good!" He moaned, setting the bottle down. His eyes were still closed. The tingling sensation was getting more and more intense, yet more comfortable and sensual. He started rubbing his hands all over his naked body; he had lost all control of himself.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the dresser. Before he knew it, he had yanked open several of the drawers and dumped their contents into a big pile on the floor in front of him. He pointed the flashlight toward the clothes to get a better look. He sorted through the clothes picked out a white satin and lace corset and pulled it around his waist, lower back, stomach and chest. He reached back–as if by instinct–and pulled on the ribbon laces as hard as he could; the garment tightened around his body. His fingers tied the ends of the laces into neat little bows.

'What am I doing?' He wondered in a fog.

(getting ready)

The corset was really tight around his waist and chest but loose around his hips. He stepped into a pair of white satin panties and pulled them on. Seconds later he was rolling white silk stockings onto his legs. Pretty, satin and lace garters dangled from the bottom of the corset; one by one he attached the garters–pulling the silky material of the stockings over the little plastic knobs and pushing them through the small holes–with ease, like an experienced high priced call-girl who had dressed in such a manner hundreds of times.

He rooted through the pile of clothes and found himself a pair of stretch-jeans and pulled them on; they fit rather awkwardly. Finally, he found a black, long sleeved cotton top and put it on. It too fit awkwardly.

The tingling feeling was still dominating Leslie, but another sensation soon developed along side of it; his skin started to feel extremely hot. The crawling heat deep in his skin grew hotter and hotter until it felt like he had an 104 degree fever.

"Unnhhhh....I...I....I feel like I'm on fire!" He croaked. Little did he know, but the burning sensation on his skin would soon be the least of his worries.

All of a sudden he had a stitch in his lower intestines–a bad one, as if he had tried to run five miles right after eating Thanksgiving Dinner. He doubled over in pain as the horrible cramp intensified and spread up into his stomach. Simultaneously, the debilitating cramp spread down into his butt, his penis, his testicles, and his prostate. Just when he thought the pain couldn't get any worse, the burning increased even more in his crotch and then spread to the tip of his penis. He swooned and almost fell over. He felt a wetness in his crotch; a pea-sized hole had developed just behind his penis and was leaking ever so slightly. His anus started to spasm and tighten as his testicles shriveled up into his penis.

"Ouwwwww!!! Ouw!!! Ouwww!!!" He dropped to his knees and tried to endure the horrible pain. The tip of his penis receded into itself and disappeared into the shaft, which started sliding back toward his body. Most of what remained of Leslie's penis squeezed into his new, hidden orifice–which was getting larger–and disappeared, while the remaining inch buckled, split down the middle into two pieces, spread apart, and folded back away from each other into two soft little mounds. The mounds folded back again, creating two small lips. The cute little lips pushed slightly outward and then moved back toward each other until they touched firmly, thus creating a covering for Leslie's new orafice. Leslie reached a hand down to his crotch to see what was happening.

"What IS that!!!" He moaned touching himself.

(labia)

'What's happening!!! I must be having a gull-bladder attack.....or an ulcer or a tumor has burst!' He guessed. The cramping pain spread mercilessly to his chest and upper-body. More pains flared up in his arms, his legs, his thighs, and his hands.

Leslie felt a new sensation, the hole in his crotch began to lengthen and creep deep into his body. Seconds later the lengthening hole formed a canal. 'I feel like I'm splitting apart! What is that?'

(a vaginal canal)

"Ooohhh!!!" He felt a quick inflating feeling somewhere deep inside his lower pelvis as something small and hollow

(a uterus)

made room for itself. All the movement and activity in his body continued. He felt his intestines twisting and turning as his male reproductive system was overhauled by something more productive, MUCH more productive--or reproductive. Then, another freaky sensation flared up in his lower pelvis: it felt as if two tiny little snakes were pushing their way through and around Leslie's prostate.

"What's that now!!! Something's SLITHERING and CRAWLING inside me!" He screamed and jumped up off the floor.

(Just a couple of Fallopian tubes my dear...)

He felt a pop as his prostate deflated and began to assimilate to its new surroundings. His deflated prostate separated in two; each piece shot down a Fallopian tube until it reached a broad ligament--where it wedged itself in and pumped back up into an ovary. Almost immediately thereafter, Leslie felt a painful throbbing on both sides of his lower pelvis (but not right in the middle); it was his new supercharged ovaries working quadruple time, creating Estrogen and pumping it out into his body.

At a deeper level, every cell in Leslie's body was fighting its own chromosomal civil war; needless to say the X Chromosomes were winning in one massive rout. The implacable Xs had literally doubled in number and were killing off, smothering, and expelling all the Y Chromosomes in Leslie's body–robbing him of his masculinity.

Leslie's attention was focused on the painful and strange feelings–both internal and external–that riddled his lower body and crotch area. At the same time, his body was changing in many more ways, ways that were less painful but much more noticeable. His hips had been pushing outwards for several minutes–slowly but surely–while his waist narrowed. The hair on his head started to grow at the rate of an inch per minute and didn't stop for several minutes, while the rest of the hair on his body–along with his remaining X Chromosomes–disintegrated. His skin texture also changed, becoming more moist on the inside and softer and smoother on the outside. Throughout the entire process, all of his features had been softening.

"Uutthhhhh!!" Leslie choked for several seconds as his Adam's Apple retreated into his throat and his vocal chords rearranged themselves.

Despite everything that had happened, Leslie didn't fully understand what had been happening to him...until the burning in his chest strengthened into what felt like a raging forest fire. Only then did he start to UNDERSTAND what was going on.

"Ouwww!!! Oh my gawd....don't tell me...." Leslie moaned, but before he could finish the statement his chest started to push outward in two conspicuous places...slowly, very slowly. Leslie watched in disbelief as his chest grew before his eyes. His only defense to keep from fainting was to close his eyes and try to deny it. "This can't be happening...this can't be happening," he repeated over and over, but the feeling of his chest stretching and expanding flatly contradicted his hopes. By the time he managed to get up the courage to lift his hands to his chest and see what had really happened, he had a pair of heaving female charms, complete with fleshy feminine nipples.

Mercifully, his body finally began to cool. The burning sensation quickly faded into oblivion and he was left with the intense, pleasurable, tingling sensation that had come from the perfume. As the burning left him, so did his anxiety. Within seconds–perhaps as some sort of mental defense mechanism–he had managed to forget the breast incident.

"Ohhh....oh....it's over! I feel much better." He heard a woman's voice say. He started to lose himself in the pleasurable drug-like tingling sensation of the perfume when he remembered his predicament; he was lost in the woods and separated from his friends and being stalked by some hissing monster. He took a deep breath; the sweet perfume still lingered on the air in the closet. He closed his eyes again in bliss; it smelled so nice.

He stood up and stretched. His chest felt different, heavier somehow. He reached up to touch it and felt two large protuberances: that's when reality cracked down on him like a whip.

He searched for the flashlight frantically. He couldn't find it. He must have turned it off and dropped it during his painful attack. As he searched around on his hands and knees in the dark closet–his sexy ass sticking out in the air–he realized that his entire body felt different. It had...

(curves)

a different aura. The white satin panties gripped his plump round butt like a glove. He stopped crawling and felt his body with his soft little hands. He ran his hands down his sides and over his butt. His jeans were really, really tight–like a college girl's.

'That feels so strange...it's feels like....someone else's body...

(Angela's, the 28-year old voluptuous woman you slept with in law school)

someone I used to know.' His mannerisms felt different too. The way he crawled and searched felt different, more calm but also more fluid. Finally, he found the flashlight. He stood up and turned it on and shined it on himself. At such a close distance, the light from the flashlight only enabled him to see small parts of his body at a time; nevertheless, the bits and pieces he did manage to see completely unnerved him.

"No way. No freakin way! This has GOT to be a joke," his cute new voice huffed. "I've got to find a mirror...I need to see my face!" Forgetting where he was and the circumstances which had pushed him to hide in the first place, he became reckless and hurried out of the closet and back into the bedroom. Wildly, he pointed the flashlight all around the room in search of a mirror. He didn't find one. He turned the light off and rushed toward the door that led to the hallway. He couldn't see his body in the darkness, but with every step he took his resolve and confidence quickly deteriorated. Heavy breasts jiggled ever-so-slightly beneath his shirt; his hips swayed as if he were a waitress walking between tables; his butt seemed to stick out on its own; and his gait seemed more pronounced, almost intentionally provocative.

He slipped out into the dark hallway in search of a mirror.

 

PART VII

Somewhere in the darkness a buzzer went off. Justin couldn't see the blinking red light due to the silk blindfold that covered his eyes, but he knew what the sound of the buzzer meant

(More feminization)

and he knew that something bizarre was going to happen to his body. Based on what had happened earlier, he could only imagine. He found the blindfold utterly unbearable because it prevented him from seeing what was happening to his body; this was a huge worry, considering he had forfeited at least a dozen matches since the blindfold had been forced upon him.

To Justin's surprise, the blindfold came off and he could see again. Several full-length mirrors now surrounded his chair and the chess table. He looked at himself in the mirror and didn't recognize the slutty-looking tease who stared back–the slutty-looking tease that HE had become.

"Mmmmmphhhh!!!" He screamed and tried to move again, but he was still cuffed and bound tightly. He quickly realized that he was still completely helpless; thus, he stopped struggling. He inspected himself

(the slutty big-breasted tease)

in the mirror once more. He had high cheekbones, luscious collagen-injected lips, brown bedroom eyes, small arched brows, and cute little dimples. Long, silver earrings dangled down from each of his pierced ears. His breasts looked even bigger than before, his waist was smaller and his hips were wider. He looked down at his legs; he now had large thighs--like the thighs of a Miss-Latin-America contestant. One of his thighs had something written on it in huge red cursive letters,

(a permanent tatoo)

it read: "Trickstress's Sex-Toy." In essence, his body looked like it was made for sex and the message on his thigh confirmed it.

(White moved again).

'I've gotta get out of this mess so I can win some games and change back!' His mind raved. While he was busy trying to contemplate a way out of the cuffs, the alarm buzzer went off again. The floor directly in front of his side of the board opened up and a conveyer-belt started moving somewhere below him. A small metallic arm slide out of the floor, extended itself between Justin's smooth thighs, and then slid underneath his clinging satin skirt. "Mmmmphhh!!!" He moaned, as he bucked and squirmed against his bonds out of fear. A low buzzing noise started from somewhere beneath Justin's skirt. 'What is that noise?'

(a vibrator)

he thought. Seconds later he felt firm pressure on his crotch. Something long, thick, and smooth was rolling and pushing against him through his panties, as if it were searching for something. 'What is that bar doing? What is it looking for?'

(a clitoris)

He thought. The mysterious hidden tube finally found Justin's new lips, rolled over one of them, and then wedged itself firmly between them.

"Huuhhhhhh!!!!" Justin drew in a deep, startled breath as the tip of the tube moved up, looking for its defenseless target: Justin's new clit. Finally he realized what the arm was doing. His fright subsided quickly but was replaced by something new: a mixture of mortification and shameful discomfort caused by the thought that the chess board was trying to "excite" his new body. 'You've got to be kidding me?' He thought. He sat in utter disbelief. 'How ridiculous!'

His embarrassment grew and he also felt slightly disgusted. He tried to slide back in his chair to avoid the vibrator. It worked for a few seconds, but then the metallic arm adjusted itself and found his lips again. "Unnhhhh" A little involuntary moan escaped from Justin's gagged mouth. He grew crimson with shame. 'I can't believe this...this...THING is trying to get me off! Why would that be a punishment anyway? Maybe it's a form of humiliation? Well, if it is....so what...who's gonna see me here anyway?' He wondered. Seconds later, the vibrator clicked off.

(White moved again).

Sixty seconds later the alarm buzzer sounded again and the forfeit light started blinking since Justin had not moved a piece in the required amount of time. The vibrator clicked back on. A few seconds later Justin felt a distinct tingling sensation emanate from his crotch as his clitoris experienced its first direct stimulation.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned again involuntarily; it sounded so sexy, so wanton, so feminine. He shifted his butt and hips and pulled away from the vibrator. 'I don't get this....why is it trying to make me feel good? Everything else has been a humiliating punishment. Every time I've lost it has humiliated me or changed my body somehow.' He tried to think but he kept getting distracted by the vibrator which was rolling around on his pelvis, searching for his lips.

A small desperate sexy female voice in his head started to whine. 'Come on...don't you want to just sit back and let it have its way with you?' She wanted to give in to the vibrator, let it stimulate her to a throbbing climax.

'NO!' He answered emphatically in his head. 'Come on, THINK damn it...think! Why is the board doing this?' The vibrator clicked off. It had been on for exactly three minutes. Justin wracked his brain for a possible explanation. Methodically, he thought about and analyzed everything that had happened to him since he had entered into this nightmare of a room. His thoughts wandered back to his mysterious dark-blonde hostess who had gagged him.

(white moved again)

What had she said to him? What had she said when she walked out of the room. 'Have fun. She told me to have fun. Obviously she was being cynical...or was she? She said something else....what was it...have fun....

(but not too much fun)

or....what the heck did she say?' Justin continued to rack his brain. His skirt strained against his hips and thighs, and his corset dug into his stomach and waist as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 'Have fun....but not too much fun. What is too much fun?

(an orgasm)

And then, he remembered what the woman had said.

'Have fun, but not too much fun, or it will be checkmate for you so to speak.' He could hear her voice saying the phrase in his head. The alarm buzzer went off again and the red light blinked.

(or it will be checkmate for you).

 

The vibrator turned back on and found his lips instantly. The tingling sensation in his crotch flared in response. "Unnggggghhh!!!!!" He moaned through his gag in horror. 'I can't let myself get excited....I can't get excited!' His mind panicked. He pulled away from the arm again. The relentless arm adjusted and then rolled the vibrator back and forth on Justin's pelvis...searching for his lips once more. Justin had pieced things together somewhat. He now realized the blonde woman had been talking in riddles! If he had too much fun...that is an orgasm...the Big O....then something terrible would happen! 'But what will happen?' He thought frightened.

He lifted his soft chin up and looked forward into one of the mirrors. The hot slut stared back at him. She was so attractive...so sexy...so helpless...the perfect damsel in distress....a major turn on. Despite his situation, he found himself getting hot watching her. He watched the hapless blonde wiggle and writhe in her bondage...she looked so cute and sexy at the same time....with her little page-boy cut and her big breasts...her pouty lips and imploring eyes...her suggestive outfit, and compromising position.

(The vibrator found his lips)

Oh yes, now everything was starting to make sense. He now understood that the blindfold had been removed so he could see his sexy reflection in the mirror....and get turned on by it! This would, of course, make it more difficult for him to prevent himself from having an orgasm. He turned his eyes to the side to avoid looking at his sexy reflection in the mirror, but the bound blonde tease was waiting for him there too...her thick creamy thighs encased in black nylon, her curvaceous figure smothered by the satin corset. He was closed in by the mirrors; everywhere he looked he saw her. He was completely transfixed by her attractiveness...her sexuality.

"Mmmmmmm" another little involuntary gasp of pleasure slipped by his shiny red ball gag as the vibrator hummed away. Finally, he gained the will-power to close his eyes and stop looking at his sumptuous body. The uncertainty of what was going to happen to him cooled him off enough to endure the session. The vibrator turned off.

'That felt longer than the first two times,' he thought. He was right: the vibrator intervals were getting longer...building him up. The first one had been one minute but the last one had lasted three minutes. He opened his eyes and watched helplessly as a white pawn moved forward. Again, he struggled violently against the cuffs and the leather manacles to no avail. Before he knew it, the red forfeit light was blinking again and the vibrator clicked back on.

"Mmmmpphhh!!! Mmmmmphhhh!!!" He moaned. His thighs and ass stretched his black satin skirt to the limit as he writhed back and forth in the chair in an attempt to avoid the vibrator. But the strange metal arm kept rolling the vibrator across his pelvis and finding his lips..and sometimes his clit. He felt the tingling sensation on his clit growing slowly. He tried to think negative thoughts to check his growing arousal but it didn't work, and instead, he felt a strange, entirely unfamiliar dampness in his crotch.

'Oh no...hell no....am I getting...wet?' His mind panicked. His body was moistening itself with that entirely feminine, all-natural-lubricant that men know and love. Thankfully, the vibrator turned off. He breathed in deeply through his nostrils and exhaled several times. When he finally caught his breath he started thinking again.

'What is going to happen if I can't hold out?' He looked at himself in the mirror again and then it completely hit him; he knew what was going to happen. He should have figured it out earlier...maybe he would have if he had not been so shocked, tired, and scarred. For so long he had thought of the woman in the mirror as someone else....but now, after much time had passed and new sensations pervaded his body and soul, he really truly realized and accepted that it was him....HE was the big breasted blonde tease in the black high heels and the black satin gloves...in the tight gripping skirt and the cinching corset. He was the one with the huge tattoo on his thigh, proclaiming that he was "Trickstress's Sex-Toy." He was the one that all the men–and many women–would stare at on the street...hoping they could get into his panties. He was the sexy woman bound, collared and cuffed in the chair. Every time he moved, no matter how subtle or small the movement, she mimicked him perfectly...he could FEEL the clothes she was wearing pressing and sliding against HIS skin! He didn't want this!

(but his opponent did).

'If I cum, I'll be stuck in this body....that's what the woman meant when she said....don't have too much fun or it will be checkmate for you.'

The red light started blinking and the determined vibrator turned back on.

"Mmmpphhhh!!!! Mmmmphhhh....mmmmmpphhhh!!!" The helpless blonde moaned through his gag as the vibrator wedged itself between his soft, wet, satin-covered lips.

  

PART VIII

Arana was lying on her stomach on a huge bed in a large, candle-lit room, on the second floor of the Tioga Mansion. Her head was propped up and her two visible hands were folded in front of her, her chin resting on her interlocked fingers. She stared intently at the large silk cocoon that hung from the ceiling on the other side of the room. It had only been three hours since she had finished spinning the cocoon around Dave's passed-out body, but his shape was already noticeably different. The middle of the cocoon--where Dave's waist was--had become much smaller, while the area a few inches below had plumped up. Two large circular lumps protruded from the upper part of the cocoon.

Filled with anticipation, Arana smiled, watched, and waited.

*****

A dim, greyish light slowly crept into Dave's world as he entered into a loopy state of semi-consciousness. At first, he couldn't feel much at all--his body felt alien, withdrawn, like it was hundreds of miles away. But after a few minutes, he thought he could feel something...far in the distance–like the heat of the sun as it just starts to peak over the edge of the horizon at dawn on a hot day. And then, he felt a faint burning sensation all over his body. As his feeling returned, he realized that his muscles ached and his insides felt like they were going to burst. He tried to move his arms but it was impossible: the layers and layers of strong sticky silk around his body prevented it. He squirmed around for a few minutes and then gave up. He tried to call out but his throat ached and he couldn't make a sound, it was as if his mouth was filled with thick wads of cotton.

He heard a hushing sound–it was nice and soothing–and felt something patting him on the butt through the cocoon,

(Something felt very different)

and darkness came again.

*****

Sometime later, the darkness in Dave's mind receded slightly, and he was semi-conscious again. There was a strange noise in his ears....a dull tearing noise. Dave felt fresh air on part of his body. He tried moving again and found that he could actually move his limbs a little. But then the darkness came again. This time, Dave drifted off into a powerful dream. He felt himself lying naked in a pool of water....a woman was washing his body clean. He could feel her washing his silky smooth skin.....his...

(curves)

hips....his thighs....his calves; rubbing and massaging. Then he felt more hands on him...several sets of hands. One pair lingered on his round, puffy ass and slowly spread him apart. Another pair of hands snaked around his large, soft thighs, while a third pair of hands caressed his face...his pithy lips and soft apple-cheeks. A fourth pair of hands teased him...they rubbed and slid softly along his sides....over his hips....over his

(tiny)

waist....and up over his firm breasts.

"Breasts....I don't have breasts? What a strange dream," a distant female voice mumbled somewhere in the darkness. The fourth pair of mysterious hands cupped his breasts and rubbed his nipples. Meanwhile, the pair of hands on his thighs moved inward....and then upward...and then started spreading him open.

"Ooohhh." He felt very good, incredibly relaxed....but also exposed. The dream felt real...too real...and somehow wrong.

"Wait a second, where am I?" He heard a deep, sultry female voice talking. The fog in his mind cleared a bit and he started to remember a few things. He was fishing...and then went to the jeep....and the weather report. "Oh yeah...I've got to warn Justin and Leslie about the storm," he mumbled in a troubled voice. The memories continued to flood into the front of his mind. "I was lost...and I met a woman....a sexy woman...that weirdo....WHO ATTACKED ME....AND THEN TIED ME UP!!!" He heard a woman yelling, he snapped out of his dream and awoke abruptly.

He was lying on a soft bed in a strange, dark room lit only by a few small candles.

"Where AM I?" He heard the sexy female voice ask again. But this time, he could tell the voice was coming from himself. "What happened to my voice?" He pouted, reaching up to his throat. His neck felt smaller, much smaller. To his amazement his hands were tiny too! He turned his head and long, wavy brown hair cascaded down in front of his face obstructing his view. He swept the hair out of his eyes and looked down at the rest of his body...and that's when he first saw the two C-cup (borderline D-cup) breasts protruding boldly from his chest; his breasts were practically spilling out of a red satin push-up bra. "HOW DO I HAVE BREASTS!!!" He screamed jumping up off the bed.

He looked past his breasts and frantically inspected the rest of his body; he now had buxom female curves and a flat pelvis. Slowly, he slid his hand down his stomach...over his smooth skin...and his smooth naval. "What happened to my belly-button? It's gone!" (Dave used to have an outty belly-button but now he had an inny–it was a rather symbolic change, he would soon find out.) There was fear in his new voice, but it wasn't really his belly-button he was worried about. His delicate hands slid further down his body and to his pelvis.

(it was gone)

He shuddered as he felt his hands slid over the red satin french-cut panties he was wearing. He slid one hand all the way down and then stopped; nothing was there. He pressed a long thin finger against the tight silky material of his panties and felt a pair of lips.

"Oh no...oh no..." He grew dizzy and passed out again.

*****

Dave awoke several minutes later to find that things had changed–his tiny little hands were now cuffed behind his back and he had a ball-gag wedged deep into his mouth. He tried to get up but the pair of padded ankle cuffs he was now wearing prevented him from spreading his legs apart more than about ten inches. Once again, his long brown hair obstructed his view of the world.

A hand slid through his hair. He turned his head and tried to shake the hair out of his face, but it didn't work. The hand gently removed the hair out of his eyes.

It was Arana. "You're awake my prey....finally! I can't wait to get started," she purred. Dave's entire body started to tremble; he stared at her terrified. She let go of Dave's hair and stood in front of him.

She was wearing a black nylon body-stocking that covered her entire body including her arms. She was wearing a skin-tight black latex leotard-style bodysuit over the body stocking. She was also wearing shiny black sneakers.

"You never answered my question before....when I asked you if you liked my ass. Silly me...it doesn't look like you can answer me now either." She tapped his ball-gag lightly with one of her long bright-pink nails. He cowered away from her as best he could. "Well...I hope the answer is yes...since you now have an ass just like it!" She giggled. She hopped onto the bed and crawled forward like a tigress. She grabbed Dave's chin and forced him to look at her. "Oh yes my prey...now I've got you right where I want you...trapped in a woman's body; timid...frightful...and most of all, unintentionally sexy. It's the ultimate form of bondage for a heterosexual male," she let go of his chin and put her hands on his thighs.

"You see what happens when you go wandering around in the woods by yourself? I guess you've probably learned your lesson, haven't you? But at what cost?" She asked, moving her hands up and squeezing his breasts gently. She grabbed his chin again and squeezed his cheeks lightly to demonstrate her authority over him. "The cocoon I trapped you in really did a number on you...you've got curves in ALL the right places. I must say, I am very pleased with the results. But my work is not quite through...I've got one more thing to do to you," she paused for a second and watched his terrified face as she squeezed his cheeks even harder; she continued in a deep husky voice, "something that will make the changes to your body permanent." She let go of his cheeks and stood up. She walked over to a closet and opened it.

'Wait...wait....so the changes aren't permanent?' Dave thought to himself looking down at his body doubtfully. He found it hard to believe that the changes weren't permanent, but, nevertheless, a flame of hope sparked up deep inside his brain. 'Maybe I can change back somehow...or STOP her from making the changes permanent!'

Dave didn't have long to plan: Arana quickly emerged from the dark closet with a large stiff, rubber dong and a strap-on harness. Dave knew what it was instantly–he had seen his fair share of lesbian pornos.

'What is she doing with one of those?' He thought to himself. Arana soon satisfied his curiosity. She strapped the harness around her pelvis and tightened it as she walked toward him. Her powerful body moved closer. She gazed at him with unprecedented longing and desire, with pure unbridled lust. No woman had ever looked at him with such passion and certainty before. He now knew exactly what she was going to do: ravish him. His will and hope completely shattered under her stare.

"Once you have an orgasm, the changes will be permanent and you will NEVER be able to change back," she stared into Dave's eyes with devilish pleasure, waiting for the inevitable look of understanding and pure helplessness to spread over his face. She was not disappointed; Dave's eyes betrayed his intense fear. Arana loved it.

"Mmmmm mmmmm." Dave shook his head "no" causing his long hair to dance cutely. He tried to stand up but Arana pushed him back down with ease. She was holding the rubber dong in her right hand.

"That's right prey...now I'm going to close the deal. Be a good girl and roll over so I can fuck you," she hissed erotically. She fastened the large dong to a big black knob on the harness and then kneeled down onto the bed. He struggled to get away from her, but three sets of invisible hands grasped his body and slowly turned him over onto his stomach leaving his two "entry-ways" exposed. Arana moved in closer, spread her legs apart and mounted him. She pressed the rubber-cock against his panty-covered lips and gave him a few nudges through the panties.

"Do you like that? Hmmmm?" She asked. "I need to tease you a bit....get you nice and wet....so I can fit this big thing all the way in." She nudged his lips with the rubber-cock over and over. He squirmed but got nowhere. One of Arana's hands brushed up against the inside of his right thigh....then moved up and started to massage his butt. After a minute or so, Arana's hand slipped inside Dave's panties. She scratched lightly around Dave's ass-hole with her nails.

"Mmmmm." Dave shocked himself with a small moan of pleasure. He had never had someone scratch him down there before. He was shocked to find that it actually felt good.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Arana teased. Her comment inspired Dave to try to resist again, but he still could not get out of the vulnerable position. After several more minutes of teasing, Arana decided that it was time. She slid his panties to the right and nudged the cock against his bare skin. By now, Dave's new body was slightly wet in response to the stimulation. Arana reached down, separated Dave's lips with the tip of the cock, and then nudged it in about an inch. Dave felt so frightened and strange; his body felt so alien to him, so open and exposed. Just when he thought Arana was going to take him, she pulled the tip of the rubber cock back out. "Oh wait....there's one thing I forgot...something that will make the experience more...FUN...for you." She climbed up off the bed and strutted over to the door of the room–the pink rubber cock protruding ominously from her pelvis. "Don't worry darling, I'm no clit tease.....I'm not going to leave you high and dry. I'm gonna give you what you need....really soon," she cooed. "I'll be right back." And then she was gone.

About 30 seconds after Arana left, Dave tried moving again. The invisible hands were gone. His survival instincts kicked in and he pushed himself up off the bed.

'I've got to get the f*** out of here!' He thought looking around wildly. He shuffled his shackled feet over to the door and checked it. It was open! 'What luck! He took a peak down the narrow hallway and heard Arana's heels clicking away to the right. Naturally, he started down the hallway to the left shuffling his feet and hurrying as quickly as he could.

What Dave didn't know was that Arana had left the door unlocked on purpose. For Arana, chasing her prey before sex was a huge turn-on. By leaving the room and rushing off, Dave was merely engaging in an act of fore-play.

  

  

  

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