He was the victim now, my victim. I lay atop of him in the dark parking lot, resting my nine large breasts on top of his six huge ones. The feel of all of our breast flesh pressed together was very stimulating. My large cock stiffened to a rock hard state, and freely dripped precum onto his wriggling thighs. I surged forward inserting my large member into his large, wet pussy. I slid my gigantic cock into his wetness, riding him, fucking his new cunt. He screamed at the pain caused by my immense member as it penetrated his vagina. When I felt my climax approaching, I pulled out, and finished the job manually with my lowest right hand. My two huge balls heaved noticeably as heavy streams of cum sprayed out over the rapist's six giant breasts. I keep spraying, again and again, covering all of his large breasts, and coating his lips, face, and hair. By the time my large cock stopped spurting, his new feminine body was covered from head to the stumps of his legs in my cum.
I was finished with him. The guilt arose quickly. I was ashamed of what I had done to him, about the violations I had committed. Perhaps he deserved it, but it did little to diminish the sorrowful feelings I now had. The sorrowful feeling didn't alter my determination to see through my transformation of him. I would not change him back. I shrank my immense cock and testicles. They quickly disappeared altogether, and my vagina returned. I pulled my skirt back on over my ripped pantyhose. At least they weren't cum-stained. I had managed to get all of that right were I aimed it, on the helpless and erotic body of the rapist. I stepped into my car and left the parking lot, leaving the rapist squirming and screaming there. Maybe someone would find him, maybe they wouldn't, but I could do no more for him, and I refused to change him back or into anything else. All I could do was leave, and that was exactly what I did.
I needed a drink. I loved my new form, but this was turning into a hell of a first day. I needed a little booze to calm my nerves. I thought, with some degree of amusement, that this would be the first time I'd be in a bar as a woman. I wondered if any guy would try to pick up on me. Surely they would. I know that if I was still my male self, and I saw such a woman, I would hit on her in a second. It would certainly be an interesting experience. I expected the initial reaction to be the usual shock, followed by several guys coming onto me. I was right on the first account anyway. The bar I usually went to was normally not all that crowded, nor was it on this night. A total of twelve people were in the bar, me, two bartenders, and nine other customers. Seven of them were men, and two of them were women. I walked in through the door without much notice, but by the time I got to the middle of the room, heading toward the bar, all eyes in the room were on me, accompanied but the usual looks of shock. One woman gasped. After about a minute of shocked gazes at me, the groups of people began to whisper to themselves. I was undoubtedly the subject of there quiet conversations.
After staring wide-eyed at me for a couple minutes, the bartender finally came over to me. "Can I uh... help you mmm.... ma'am?" He said while looking down at his shoes, afraid to be caught staring at my chest.
"Bourbon, on the rocks." I responded in a feminine voice that still managed to astound me. He made the drink for me, handed it to me. I reached in a purse that I had bought from the clothing store. It felt strange to reach for money in a purse rather than reaching for my wallet. It was something that I would eventually get used to I suppose. We all could adapt. Even the rapist would adapt, that is if he lived through he night. I'm sure he would attempt to have the extra breasts removed and the top ones reduced. He would have to find out the hard way that his new breasts were permanent.
I sipped my drink slowly. All eyes were still on me by the time I finished. My expectation of men hitting on me hadn't happened. All these guys did was stare and whisper to their friends about me. What the hell was wrong with these guys? Couldn't they see how beautiful I was? What was stopping them? It wasn't like I wanted to go home with some strange guy, but a part of me wanted them to hit on me. I wanted them to acknowledge that I was beautiful. Instead, they looked at me as if I was some ugly freak. Was it true? Did most people not appreciate this kind of beauty? How could that be? I found it so exciting. How could I be so different? It sickened me. These people were pathetic! They saw me as ugly and as wrong because that's what society told them to think. They obviously had no minds of their own. I slammed my glass down on the bar, and headed for the lady's room. I didn't notice it until I got there, but a man had followed me.
"Hey," I shouted as I finally saw him. "You don't belong in here! This is the lady's room!" Hell, I felt that I didn't even belong in here for that matter. He turned around and locked the door behind him. "Here we go again." I thought to myself. Another power-hungry rapist. Anger shouted out from his expression. He had a hatred too, but unlike the rapist, his was not a hatred of powerful women in general. This man's hatred was directed at me specifically. It was so strange. I had gone in the bar expecting admiration and attraction, and I get anger instead.
The man scowled at me. "What the fuck do you want? Sympathy? I'm I suppose to feel sorry for you?! Or am I supposed to lust after you like some animal?! Well, whichever one you want, I can assure you that I have neither sympathy or lust for you!"
I shook my head. "I don't want anything from you accept maybe the admiration of beauty in its true form, of which I am a living example."
"Beauty? You are a freak of nature! You are an abomination! Looking at your strange form, I have to wonder if Satan himself sent you here to tempt the weaker men of our society." The man declared in the pious tones of a preacher at the pulpit.
"I was sent by no one, but I do agree with you that men are weak, weak in the mind. Society has made them that way. And you my friend, are the perfect example." I stated assuredly.
He rolled his eyes at my comments. "What in the world are you talking about, temptress?"
"I mean they only do what they think they should according to what society dictates. They have no mind of their own. They won't allow themselves to accept what is different, even though deep down they know it is beautiful." I declared while unconsciously posturing myself sexily and sticking my chest out a little.
He continued with his sermon. "Hardly, my dear, you are the weak one. You are weak of mind. You are weak of morals as well. You are a sinner. You are a blot on the moral fabric of society. People see you as such. Sin and immorality are ugly; thus, you are ugly. There is a natural order to things. The Earth is as god made it. When you continue to live in this form, and to celebrate it, you are defiling him. You are sinning against him. God did not give you this form, of that I am sure. You have sinned against your creator. You have sinned against nature. Repent, and return to normal. If you return to normal, god will surely forgive you."
"Normal?!" I raised my voice in anger. "Normal sucks! I don't like normal. I enjoy diversity. You are right about one thing. God did not make me. I made myself. I made my form to my own specifications, and I enjoy it. What is so wrong with me enjoying myself. And why are you so angry anyway? Why do you care how I look? How does the fact that I'm different affect you in any way?"
The man raised his voice to match mine. "It affects me because as you continue to live in this form, you defile my god and my society!"
"I don't believe in your god, and I don't like your society." I continued. "Even if your god did make me, that means he screwed up. I was born into the wrong body. That would mean that your precious god made a mistake."
He shook his head in disgust. "No, it is you who has made the mistake. There is a natural order of things. Any idiot can see that!"
"What natural order?" I asked.
"Look around you!" He yelled. "There is a natural order that you cannot in all good conscious renounce. Women have two breasts, and two arms, that is how god or nature or whatever you believe in intended it. It is the way it has to be. You talk of diversity, but diversity must work within the boundaries of the natural order. Defying the natural order can only lead to destruction for you, or for society, or for both!"
"A society of isolation, anger, hate, and intolerance deserves to be destroyed." I asserted solemnly.
He shook his head in frustration. "I wish I could take the blindfold off of you, my dear. I wish you weren't blind to the ways of the world. I mean, just look at the people's reaction to you. Just look at yourself" He pointed to the mirror hanging on the wall. "I mean you are a fucking half-cow for crying out loud!" He laughed, finding his own remark amusing.
I grinned menacingly. "Actually," I said as I started my transformation powers into motion. "A cow has one udder with multiple teats. Whereas I have multiple breasts. There is a big difference between multiple breasts and a cow's udder. I could explain it to you, but I think it would be easier just to show you."
With that comment, I focused on the man's belly. It started to rise. He looked down in horror, and asked what I was doing. His belly kept rising, but it was changing too. The skin was changing. It was developing into the cow's udder that I imagined. Four nips appeared on the developing udder, and quickly elongated. The man began to scream with horror. I heard the others at the door trying to get in to see what the situation was. By the time the manager got the keys and unlocked the bathroom door, the man's udder was already fully developed, and his hands where starting to change too. The people looked in astonishment at the large cow's udder which was now attached to the man's belly. He pulled up his shirt all the way, exposing it to himself and to everyone else. Several members of the crowd that had gathered at the door gasped, but it did not break the crowd's motionlessness. They could only watch as the man's hands also transformed into the heavy hooves of a cow. The man tried to the grab at his new udder, but all of his old dexterity was gone. His hands were now fully the hooves of a cow. He could do nothing with them except swing them uselessly in the air, as he looked down at the udder and the four teats which hung heavily from it.
He turned to me and tried to yell, but all he could manage was: "Moo!" I had made sure that he would never be able to promote his message of hate anymore. I had given him the voice of a cow.
"Maybe you will learn the difference between extra breasts and an udder when someone has to milk you every morning. You certainly can't do it yourself, not with those hands, er, hooves." I proclaimed with a chuckle. I used my mental power of restraint to clear a path through the crowd at the restroom door. I was easily able to slip out of the lady's room and out of the bar.
I once again felt guilty is to what I had done. Especially about censoring his opinions by giving him a cow's voice. Silencing one's opinion arbitrarily was against everything I stood for as a champion of diversity, but the transformation was already completed, and even though I regretted it, I would not change him back. It was becoming apparent to me that once I changed someone, I wouldn't change them back. In fact, I don't think I could change them back. The motivation wouldn't be there. I had to want it, I really had to want it. Besides, the man could still communicate if wanted. They could just put a keyboard near his foot, and he could type out his message, or he could even put a pencil in his mouth and hit the keys that way. He could then type out all the messages of intolerance he liked. Plus, it would give him more time to think before he communicated, something of which he was in desperate need. He would adapt. We all would adapt. One had to adapt when given a truly beautiful body like mine, or like his. I felt sorry for the man that it would probably take him a very long time to discover the true beauty of his form.
I got back in my car and wallowed in my guilt as I headed toward another bar. Maybe the people in this bar would be more open to the beauty of my form. My drive to the next bar was interrupted by the sight of red lights flashing in my rear view mirror. A police car had its lights on and was following right behind me. I pulled over to the side of the road. The police car pulled in behind me.
A Police officer stepped out of the patrol car with her gun pulled. "Step out of the vehicle and put your hands where I can see them!" She shouted.
What the hell did I do? I wondered. I slowly and nervously stepped out of my car, lifting all six of my hands up for her to see.
"Lie down on the ground, and put your hands... er top hands... I guess on your head! Don't move!" She tired to sound forceful, but her shock and curiosity were very apparent in her voice. I did as she demanded. I began to wonder if I was being arrested just for having this form. She slowly approached me, keeping the gun on me. She got over me, planted one of her knees into my right uppermost shoulder, pulled my upper arms around, and cuffed my hands. She then cuffed my middle and lower set of hands. With her knee still roughly pressing against my shoulder, she spoke into the radio walkie-talkie attached to her shoulder strap. "Suspect in custody." She stated in the typical police tone of voice. She pulled me up from the pavement, and started leading me to the police car. "Wow, when they gave me the description and said that a nine-breasted shemale was suspected of criminal sexual assault of a quadruple amputee, I thought someone was playing a joke on me. I can still hardly believe it even when looking at your freaky body."
I suddenly realized that I could not be taken to jail. I had to escape right now. As the police officer was about to open the back door to her patrol car. I concentrated on transforming her. I first had to make her immobile. She stopped suddenly as if she had run into an invisible wall. She reached for her gun, but I quickly transformed her hands into hooves. She would cause less trouble that way. I knew that I didn't have long. Other officers would be here in a matter of minutes if she didn't radio in again. I backed into her and reached from behind me to her belt and reached for the keys to the cuffs. I managed to free my hands as the police officer only watched and screamed both at me and at the sight of her new hooves.
I started to run, but I couldn't resist one little more transformation to this police officer. I concentrated on her nose. I hadn't really noticed in my rush to do it, but the hooves I had given her were that of a pig. It struck me as kind of funny when I thought about it for a second. I suppose it was a subconscious extension of the slang term for cops. Even though I desperately needed to get lost from the scene, I couldn't help but transform her nose into that of a pig too. I watched in amusement as her nose upturned and grew out into the familiar round snout of a piggy. The officer tired to gasp, but only managed to make a classic pig grunt instead. She then screamed. I found it quite delightful because it was only half a human scream and the rest piggy squeal.
I ran back to my car and took off. I realized that I couldn't stay in this car long. The police probably already had a description of the car that the nine-breasted person was driving. This day was quickly turning into a nightmare. Someone must have found the screaming multibreasted amputee soon after I left him. Now, I had the body I always wanted, but they were after me for rape. The people I transformed would probably be going to the cops soon too, telling them of the violation I committed on them. They were going to want me to answer to those transformations too I bet. The police were likely to believe every word of their stories too now that I had transformed a police officer. It was so stupid of me to change those people. At least the rapist had learned something. Instead of committing rapes, he was now reporting them.
I tired to change my form, but was unable. Even with the threat of incarceration, the true motivation wasn't there for me to change to a different form. I was at home in this body, and I couldn't change back into a normal male form, or a normal female form for that matter. I wouldn't be a very difficult suspect for the police to apprehend in this form. I could fight off one police officer easily, but I don't know if I would have what it takes to fight a whole army of cops if I had too.
I attempted to use my transformation powers on my vehicle, but it didn't work. I didn't figure that it would, transforming cars had never been my fantasy. I tired desperately to change my body. I could change certain parts, but my current breasts and arms now seemed to be permanent. They were now so much a part of me that I couldn't let them go, even if the cost was prison. I grew very nervous. What the hell was I going to do?
I headed to the bar that I had originally planed on going to before being pulled over. I figured given my body, it was kind of pointless to try and hide. I would just have to fight off any cop that got in my way. Fuck 'em! I didn't care anymore. I had the body of my dreams, and that was the only important thing to me now. I parked my car in the lot of the bar. I looked around, seeing no cops in sight. I walked into the bar, and was greeted with the usual shocked looks and gasps. I ignored them this time and went directly to the bar. I was beginning to become oblivious to the shocked reaction of others. I had what I wanted and that was good enough for me. I ordered a drink from a nervous bartender. I was about halfway through my drink when I started to think that perhaps this bar was going to be the same as the last. The looks of shock on people's faces were all turning to either looks of confusion or looks of anger.
I was almost convinced that no one could appreciate the beauty of my body, until a young man approached me and said: "Excuse me, but I just had to say that you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen."
Finally, I had someone who was willing to find something beautiful in me. It was very satisfying for me to hear it. "Thank you." I said, with great sincerity in my voice.
"How exactly did you come to have this body?" He asked as he pulled up a seat next to me.
I could sense the others in the room trying to listen to my conversation. "That is a long story, but basically, I wanted it, so I got it." I responded with a grin.
The man nodded as if he would accept that answer for only the time being. "Wow, you got the body of your dreams huh? I wish that I could do that."
I grew very interested. "Oh really? You have dreams of being transformed?" He nodded. "What would you like to be?" I pressed.
He shook his head. "No, it sounds silly. You'd laugh at me."
I chuckled. "Have you seen me? Do you think someone you wants to look like this has any room to laugh at someone else's transformation dreams?"
He leaned into me and whispered into my ear. "I wouldn't mind being a woman with extra breasts too. I'd like four breasts about the same size as yours."
I smiled at him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You don't know how much I loved hearing that statement."
He continued to whisper. "That's not all though. I'd love to have a tail too, a long one that I can control. I think it would look so sexy."
I smiled and nodded. "I think you are right. I can give you that form, my friend. Would you like that?" He looked back at me with wide, unbelieving eyes. "It's true. I can give you the body of your dreams too. Would you like it?"
"Yes," he whispered with a cracked and excited voice.
"I have to admit that I'm currently in a little trouble with the law. Being with me could be dangerous for you, but if you like, you can come with me, and I'll give you that body you so desperately want. What do you think? Are you still interested?"
"Yes, I'll follow you no matter what the danger." He smiled and looked warmly into my eyes.
"Good," I said as I kissed him gently on the cheek again. I stood up. I grabbed a hold of his hand and lead him out behind me. All eyes were on us as well left together. When we reached the parking lot, I asked if he had a car.
"Yes," he said, pointing to his car.
"Lets take it. I'm afraid that the police are familiar with mine." I climbed in the passenger seat as he started the car and pulled out of the lot. As he drove, I noticed that he kept sneaking peeks of my chest.
"You like huh?" I slowly caressed my many breasts with each of my six hands.
"Yes," he nodded. "What would you think of a four-breasted woman with a tail?" He asked nervously.
"I think that I would be incredibly attracted to such a creature. I answered with a grin.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that." He chuckled. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it upon one of my breasts. He commenced in rubbing it and my other breasts as he drove down the road. "Is my place OK?"
"Probably better than mine. It won't take them long to trace that car back to me and my address." I said with disappointment.
"What exactly did you do, if you don't mind me asking?" He said while still fondling my breasts.
I thought for a moment. "It mostly comes down to changing people, but unlike you, they didn't want to be changed."
"I see. I guess some people don't like things that are different."
"Most people it seems." I agreed. "That's why I like you. You have an appreciation for what is different but yet still sexy."
He was still fondling me when we came to a stop at what I assumed was his apartment. We walked hand in hand as we ascended the stairs to his apartment. He unlocked and opened the door, revealing a beautiful and spacious place. I spotted a couch, and wasted no time pulling him towards it. I collapsed on the couch with him falling on top of me. I kissed him on the lips while he fondled my bountiful chest. I immediately concentrated on his body as I pulled his T-shirt off. I saw the hair on his chest disappear before my eyes. His chest was now completely smooth except for his two original nipples and the two which were now developing below them. I kissed him again as the features of his face started to feminize. I wrapped my six arms around him and pulled him close to me as we kissed deeper. We embraced in a tight hug, and I felt four new lumps emerging from his smooth chest. It felt wonderful as his new breasts started to swell up against mine. I felt his heart pounding too. He was obviously excited at the feel of the new breasts arising from his chest. He brought his arms up to feel his new growths as he broke away from my kiss to see his new boobs. He looked down with a big smile on his now completely feminine face.
All his other features were becoming more feminine too. I stripped off his pants as the last remnants of his cock and balls were replaced by a new tight vagina. His old penis had disappeared, but a new tail was now emerging from just above his now feminine butt. It grew long, extending down to his ankles. He looked behind him, and moved his tail with his own power, swishing it up high so that it brushed by the now long and beautifully feminine hair that flowed elegantly down his back.
He was now fully a woman. She smiled happily at the sight and feel of the new body. She wagged her tail in excitement as we continued to romance each other. She was in heaven, and so was I. We enjoyed each others company and each other's beauty. I knew it was possible that she may have used me to get the new body. I didn't think so though. Even though I had only known him/her for a short time, I felt there was a genuine connection between us. She thought like I did. We were kindred spirits. She had as much love for me and my body and my personality as I did for hers.
We locked together in a tight embrace. My nine breasts pressed against her four. The lips on our beautiful, delicate faces joined in a tender kiss. I used my six hands to their fullest potential, holding her close to me, caressing her breasts, fondling my own, and then using one of my hands to find her new womanhood. I rubbed her there, and like a real woman, her juices started to flow. I plunged two of my fingers into the depths of her new tight pussy. She leaned back as I did so, and moaned with delight. Her breasts pressed into my face as she leaned way back, still finding so much pleasure from my explorations. She brought her tail up between her legs, sliding it softly across my arm, and down to my vagina. She tickled it at first with the tip of her tail. She then slid it dexterously inside, using the tip of her tail as a makeshift penis. She penetrated me and my new vagina, making love to me in a way that only she could. I orgasmed quickly, and orgasmed again moments later. My own juices were flowing as well, as a whole new type of sexual sensation rushed though my exotic body. The sexual feeling, the climaxes, so new, and so satisfying.
We made love for countless hours. We could not stop. The passion between us was so immense. I think neither of us could have known such passion from an ordinary human being. We had a love for altered forms, and a love for each other. I thought of the psychotherapist. She had been so right. Think of all I would have missed if I had "gotten over" this desire. The only true way to live was to experience it. I had found love quickly in my new form, and I had found it for the first time. I had never felt so comfortable or so happy. I continued to make love. I let nothing stop me. I used my powers of restraint to stop them. I built a wall between us two lovers and all those who would try to stop us. I wondered how much the bill would have been from the psychotherapist? It appeared as though I'd never get the chance to pay it. Whatever it was, it was worth it. I would have given all of my material possessions to have the body and the love I had at this moment. And, in a way, I had given it all up. It was too bad. I would have liked to thank the therapist. She gave me what I had most desired. I wouldn't have the chance to thank her now. It seemed that I wouldn't have the chance to wear all those new clothes I ordered either. That too was a shame. I would have so enjoyed wearing them. Oh well, I tried not to think of it. I was happy now, at this moment. I was happier than I had ever been.
The therapist had said that I would need to be selfish. In one respect I had taken that advice and gone overboard with it. I hadn't cared about the other's opinions. Before I had the power to transform, I had a healthy respect for the opinions of other's, even when they disagreed with me. The power had corrupted me. I hadn't cared about them or what they liked. I forced myself on them, and for that I was sorry. I had want to change them, to help them see the beauty. I didn't care about them and their society anymore though. I guess it was that selfishness again. It was true, I was more selfish now, but in only one respect, because in another respect, I felt more for someone else. As I held my new lover in my arms, I realized I cared, I truly cared for the first time about the feelings and emotions of someone besides myself.
I wasn't prepared to let anyone stop us. The law enforcement officers where gaining in number and in strength. I could feel that much. My wall was holding them back. It was keeping them from interrupting the love that I had never before known, but yet always so desperately wanted. I didn't know how much longer I could hold them. It didn't matter because in this body, and in the arms of this magnificent woman, my life was now complete. These few hours were better than all the misery and torment of living a life in the wrong body with dreams unfulfilled.
And now, here I am, waiting and loving. I don't know how much longer I have. So, I shall make the most of it. I shall spend the time loving my body and my kindred spirit. In this small corner of the world, we have created our own reality, inside of an otherwise thankless society.