Topic: Learning to be Natalya
Life can be strange, and my life is better than one might expect. But it has issues. This is the story of how I overcame the problems in my marriage.
A little background: My name was Red, Redmond in the long form, even though my hair was blonde and there wasn’t a red thing about me, even a birthmark. I had been happily married for three years to a lovely woman named Megan with Dark hair, a tight, well-toned and athletic body, and a pair of lovely emerald eyes that you could get lost in. Three years of marital bliss, love, good sex and for me happiness with the woman I loved.
Then Cassie happened. Cassie was a twisted transformation fetishist and Megan’s best friend, and had actually convinced, then transformed her tolerant, fairly submissive boyfriend into a luscious, feminine sex doll that was highly fun for anyone with a penis, and we knew it was only a matter of time before the demented little fetishist changed herself to accommodate her newly feminized lover. Little did we realize what she would try to do.
Cassie, last year, slipped my wife, Megan a transformative potion into her drink while they were relaxing together, waiting for newly-christened Natalya to return from her new “Job.” Fortunately for my marriage, and Megan, Cassie screwed up, drinking the concoction she meant for Megan, and giving Megan the potion SHE had been meaning to drink. Demons, my wife and I were lucky it turned out that way… and yet not.
Now Megan’s youth and vigor was returned, and Cassie now occupied the space between my wife’s legs, a rather impressive cock and balls that gave no sign that she used to be a fully mobile human. This has caused problems, not the least of which being that Cassie had arranged for her soon-to-be new penis, formerly my wife to never have to worry about urine coming out of her, changing all of her waste to cum that had to be fucked, masturbated, or sucked out. Cassie being between Megan’s legs absolutely improved the quality, and quantity of my wife’s orgasms, but it utterly mauled our sex lives.
We still love each other, we still sleep together, but Megan gained every single one of Cassie’s fetishistic fantasies, and her attraction to me died overnight. I still loved my wife… she was still beautiful as the day we met. But she wasn’t interested in sex with me. Sure, we accommodated each other as best we could. More than once I got her to close her eyes while I gently rubbed her new member until she orgasmed out all of the mass of cum in her bladder over the course of a five to ten minute orgasm, and she occasionally surprised me with the same.
But our rare play always involved her closed eyes, fantasizing about someone else. My wife loved me with all her heart, but was no longer attracted to me. The only time our sex lives picked up, and started to somewhat normalize was ironically because of Natalya, Cassie’s former boyfriend, and now our shared girlfriend? Fuckbuddy? Sex pet? I don’t know how to describe it.
Natalya was not happy when Cassie got herself turned into Megan’s penis, any more than the still-sentient Cassie was to be hanging limp between my wife’s legs, desperately straining against the pressure until Megan found the time and privacy to masturbate, or let Natalya devour her former girlfriend’s cum like a drink from a delightfully fleshy straw.
As I sat, contemplating how I could change the relationship back to just me and Megan, Natalya had interposed her face between my thighs, her wonderfully tight mouth sliding slickly on my penis, gently milking my cock as my manhood split the vertical lips of the woman’s face that replaced mouth and nose. Natalya had been utterly transformed into a silent fetish, a curved, well-formed and busty woman with a shock of curly, blood-red hair and glacial blue eyes. As she slid her facial pussy away, I moaned, as my cock began to twitch, then spew my spunk into the toothless, tongueless passage that was massaging my cock so delightfully, and more than my normal amount of spunk, a byproduct of the amber fluid she’d given me in a shot glass, raced down her throat, causing her to orgasm in turn, smearing white cum all over as she kept thrusting her face on my manhood.
When I finally subsided, and her mouth was fluttering, the altered redhead, reluctantly let me slip from her tight pussyface and got up, sitting beside me, leaning her head back and letting the continuous, gentle orgasm induced by the touch of cum in her facial pussy slowly drip and raw all the fluid into her stomach. It was how she ate, and she was incapable of processing any other food. I let her lean on me, putting an arm over her and kissed her, rubbing my tongue into the clit that had replaced her nose, causing her mouth to spasm harder as her eyes twinkled.
“Feeling peckish, Natalya?” I asked quietly. She hadn’t really asked, simply giving me a shot of her amber aphrodisiac and then drinking from the fleshy straw between my legs.
She nodded and signed at me, long day at work, barely any customers.
I nodded and looked at her. She was naked at home, and besides her pussyface, she seemed to be a normal woman, albeit with six large, well-formed teardrop breasts that couldn’t be called saggy at all. Her pussy between her thighs and the one replacing the sphincter between the cheeks of her lovely ass all drew in cum that was her food, and as she digested, the gentle orgasms caused by her addictive, liquid meals also gave her a druglike euphoria that made her eager for the next “meal.”
Megan was Natalya’s absolute favorite as far as her new cum-exclusive eating habits were concerned. Megan’s penis could produce a full and filling meal that would take up to four hours of delightful euphoria to digest. And the amber fluid leaked by the walking sex machine’s breasts was a potent aphrodisiac that could make any man or woman randy and ready. She sold the stuff to alchemists for quite a pretty penny, and lived well because of it.
I loved Natalya for the relief and release she gave me and my wife, and I hated her because, through no fault of her own, her submissive, six-breasted, redheaded, cocksucker body was utterly made for Cassie’s fetishes, and megan utterly inherited Cassie’s sexual fantasies, fetishes and preferences. While we frequently shared Natalya together, they had a special relationship, and Megan only had eyes for Natalya’s body, and Natalya felt somehow guilty for Cassie’s attempted betrayal, but utterly adored Megan’s form and change, intended to both please and feed the redheaded sex doll.
When I drank a shot of Natalya’s breast aphrodisiac, or simply drank it fresh from the nipple, I’d stop caring about relationship dynamics in the face of driving need to fuck. But Natalya was also attracted to Megan, who had both a penis, who was still the sentient girlfriend Natalya still loved despite her attempt to enslave my wife to their lusts. While Natalya loved to indulge me, I was “lunch” and megan was her lover.
It was unhealthy and satisfying yet not. I don’t know how to describe the dynamic, but when I dwelled on it, the whole situation was depressing.
The fact that Cassie wished her girlfriend could have simply given herself a dick from the alchemy shop rather than trying to be clever did help… a lot. But no one likes to feel like a pity fuck. Or just a quick snack source.
As it turned out, Natalya had something in mind this day, after a year of pretty much using her to get my rocks off and her using me for quick hunger relief, she brought me an envelope and handed it to me, settling next to me silently, and leaning on me. Inside was a beautifully handwritten note.
I know you’re feeling alienated even in your own marriage, and it’s not your fault. Unfortunately I feel the same, and as I evaluate my life, I don’t want you and Megan, I just want Cassie. I love her, just like you love Megan. But because of Cassie tampering, all Megan really loves about me is my body, the fetish I let my girlfriend turn me into. Unfortunately, Cassie really had a one track mind and only wanted me as I am now. I went along with it because I loved her. I still do, but me helping you and Megan drives a wedge between you and her. So I propose to give you the body your wife will adore and let me exclusively enjoy Cassie again without interfering with your love life.
The next pages were a legal agreement, and at first I was unsure what it was until I realized. Natalya was proposing a merger, with a full, written explanation of the history and why she wanted to become… a body part, between MY legs. It was a signed legal document, and all I had to do to get my wife back… was sign the document and agree to take on the identity of Natalya, her appearance… and Natalya would…
I could get my wife back… albeit I would have to change myself radically to keep her, to make true love to her again… I would have to sacrifice myself to be happy with my lovely, dark-haired, but male, wife.
I almost refused out of hand. I never wanted to become a transformee. The only thing that stopped me…
I love Megan, I still wanted her, wanted to live and love her. If I didn’t agree I would have to watch my marriage die by inches as I tried to love a woman who simply held no attraction to me. My hands were shaking when I picked up the pen hooked to the envelope and as the ink drew across the paper, I signed my identity away.
Natalya gave me an inscrutable look and put the paperwork carefully back in the envelope, then stretched, showing off her lovely feminine body, all six of her lovely breasts, the lovely face only marred by a tight slit and nub, framed by her vivid, red curls that fell to her waist at the same level of the lowest globes of flesh that almost framed her belly button. Maybe had I met Natalya we’d have had a relationship, as she was still lovely, luscious, but our circumstances were poison.
The red-haired woman leaned inand pressed her soft vertical lips to my cheek, het facial labia twitching slightly in the closest approximation to a kiss she was capable before standing and signing at me. Want to do this now before one of us thinks too hard, panics and runs?
I nodded, numbly as the naked woman sauntered over, set a camera, then came back after setting up, straddling my form on my lap, though not on mu penis, doing a high kneel as she brought her lowest breasts to my lips. This was something she did with megan, rarely with me, only when we felt like lovers as my lips clamped down on a nipple and began suckling the sweet amber aphrodisiac from the orb.
Within minutes my erection was straining as I drained the second breast, then the midde pair, then her top two dry as she stood up and walked over to the bag with the paperwork and picked up two vials, marked “For me” and “For you.”
She leaned her head back and simply poured the mix down her always-somewhat open, toothless mouth and throat, then waved. I was so horny I didn’t care that this might be a trap, a variation on Cassie’s trick to turn my wife into her dick. I drank down the sticky, salty alchemist vial without hesitation, then heaven as Natalya turned her back to me and sat in my lap, hand gripping my rigid shaft and guiding it into her soft, tight pussy, I don’t know if it was the one between her thighs or her asscheeks. Truth be told, I didn’t care as she leaned back, wrapped my hands around two of her breasts and planted one of her “Kisses” on my cheek as she rocked her hips back and forth on my cock.
I didn’t last long, full to bursting, leaking precum, I dumped into her body, setting off her seneitivity to male seed and she orgasmed in turn, and I howled in ecstasy as our hips merged, shifting together as flesh mingled with flesh, and bone sliding and reshaping as the ecstatic, orgasmic feeling of joining wracked me, and her. I could feel my body, my hips her hips, my leg, her legs, my torso… all shuddered in ecstasy as the next orgasmic wave hit and our legs merged into each other, lower bodies in full, delightful sync as my legs were replaced with her delicate legs. My ass twitched, then spasmed in ecstatic waves as our hips and ass fully merged, and I felt slick warmth as the orgasm behind and between my buttcheeks was awakened to pleasure.
I had barely recovered, hands gripping her breasts, our breasts frantically as her body sank into my hips my inches, the orgasmic feeling intensifying as her flesh merged, sank into and spread through mine, changing me.
Again, the orgasmic wave hit, and my waist changed, and I felt a fleshy pressure as her lowest breasts graced my torso. At this point it was all I could do to hold Natalya tightly and kiss her, licking the slit on her face as she sank until the next wave hit and she sank out of reach, her arms fusing to her torso as I cried out, he middle breasts absorbed through my hips as I moaned helplessly.
As the next wave of ecstasy hit, and I felt Natalya slide in further, absorbing and merging into my body, my voice cut out and died as my back arced, my hands gripping the couch with a silent cry. I was vaguely aware of a wobbling, shifting sensation on my chest, a lump in my crotch as my thighs squeezed Natalya’s cheeks, her face as the final wave took me, and the lump that was Natalya’s face and head sank into me and smooth over as her mouth, now the pussy between my thighs spasmed and quivered, filling me with ecstasy I hadn’t ever dreamed of as my face followed my body, my teeth simply softened and were absorbed into newly sensitives gums, my mouth contracting, spasming silently as my tongue literally dissolved painlessly into sexual fluids, and the walls of my mouth contracted, my sinuses closing, sealing as my mouth and nose seemingly folded inward on themselves, pleasurably reforming into a tight, exquisite slit and my face orgasmed with my hips as I passed out from the sheer ecstasy.
I don’t know how long I was out, I woke in my own drool, face slicked by saliva and covered in a sea of red as my eyes groggily opened. I pushed the thick, curly res mane back, away from my face almost reflexively as I rolled up off my side, and stood, only registering the alien shifting, and the feeling of wobbling weight on my chest, of six points of fullness hanging from my torso, taught, tight and unable to relax. I felt a draft between my thighs, and liquid dripping from between new nether lips, and a wet, squishy feeling of flaps of skin trapped in my ass.
For a moment I forgot what had happened as I looked down and my smaller hands traced a pair of familiar, soft, full globes below my chin, then another pair below that, and a third as I began to shake…
We really did it. My hand slid down to cup my dripping nether lips and awareness of the mind trapped between my thighs was eager, aroused, frustratedly helpless with a thrill of fear at what comes next, disbelief that she went through with it.
A full-body mirror in the bedroom revealed my form with a narcissist’s eye. I had lost at LEAST a decade, my body and face as youthful as the day I turned twenty, and staring back at me were Natalya’s glacier-blue eyes, starting out over the facial slit that substituted for mouth, lips, teeth and tongue. Belatedly I realized… I wasn’t breathing. But it seemed that was unnecessary, as I didn’t feel like I was suffocating.
As I gingerly moved through the house, I found Natalya’s skin-tight leather pants, her boots and corset that prominently showed off her breasts and set them aside for later. Would I need to do Natalya’s day job? As each step touched the floor, my chest, my six breasts, wobbled and jiggled, and it felt… sexy. Alien and perfectly natural. I felt like I was supposed to, even as the sensations were unfamiliar.
As I explored my own home through new eyes, I found myself wiping slick juices from my face frequently. My mouthslit didn’t fully close, and my jaws didn’t respond voluntarily, and I felt an empty ache in my belly.
The cupboards and refrigerator were filled with food, and not a bit of it looked appetizing. Then my eyes fixed on the bottles of white fluid marked with Natalya’s name. Never in my life, would I have ever believed you if you told me that I would feel a craving for Natalya’s spare supply of Freyan cockwoman semen.
Somehow… I knew the sensation of drinking the stuff cold would be filling, but… unsatisfying. I took the bottle and went hunting through the special cabinet, finding the special cap Natalya… I, used.
The fleshy penis had once been human, according to the seller, and it would supposedly make freyan cockwoman cum taste and feel fresher. I screwed it on and for quite a while, I just stared at the thing, disbelieving as my body betrayed me, and the slick, wet, drooling intensified between the vertical lips of my face, between my thighs, in my ass…
In the end, hunger, and curiosity beat disbelief, and I’ll admit, more than a little fear as I lifted the bottle in both hands, pressing the tip of the cockhead to my vertical lips and rubbed it along to find… I stopped. I could feel the still-sentient person trapped in the fleshy straw, mad with need and humiliation, desperate to feel release again after having been trapped in the cabinet, exulting as my flesh touched the former man.
Again, hunger won out and I gently, carefully pressed the warm, fleshy thing into the unresisting, toothless, tongueless passage of my mouth, and the head squished a little, and the shaft sort of… popped in, and my drool-slicked mouth had the penis straw sunk halfway into my mouth, splitting my face before I fully realized that it was stretching the tight, circular flesh of my mouth exquisitely. The first inch was heaven, the feeling of all if the five inches pressed deeply into the pussy of my mouth was heavenly as sensitive flesh slicked and slid across sensitive flesh, rubbing me inside in the best possible ways. I tried to suck like a straw, but without a tongue that would be impossible, so I resorted to gently sliding the thing back and forth between my vertical lips for the few moments it took for the first gushing spurt of cum, warmed by the helpless bottlecap dick to flood my mouth.
I almost dropped the bottle as my mouth spasmed and twitched gently, a gentle orgasm from the touch of fluid sustenance. I would learn that different cums give a different flavor of orgasm. This orgasm was a gentle ride of warm pleasure as I thrust the bottle penis in and out of my split face, slowly flooding my mouth, and the head pushed it deeper into my throat and forced it to slide into my stomach. I can’t say I swallowed, that would imply an active process.
It took me five minutes to drain the bottle, and when I finally slid the erect thing from my vertical lips I felt lovely as the cum slicked my folds, the inside of my mouth passage, and my muscles fluttered gently as the orgasms slowly drew the flood down into my throat to rest in my belly. I felt truly full for the first time, and a moaning euphoria that I could never express in my silence bubbled up in my belly.
And somehow, I knew that the freshest semen, straight from the dick would always be the best, as my pussy between my thighs shared her understanding with me.
If the whole experience were this exquisite, my dread for megan coming home for the first time, for making love to her as a woman for the first time, my enthusiasm for the idea of letting her fuck my face and cum down my throat… all of these seemed like they would be amazing.