Message-ID: <5681eli$9711181125@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Raven75894@aol.com Subject: NEW TG: Instant Fame: Part III (celeb., x-files, tg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <971117191720_1372219192@mrin85.mail.aol.com> What? You didn't like the last part? Well try this part on for size! It's a little bit hotter......... INSTANT FAME PART III By Raven. "Wha..........?" I faltered. Mulder's question took me completely by surprise. "I asked you, from a man's perspective, what is it like to have the body of the sexiest woman on the planet?" he reframed his question. I was so taken aback that I had to sit down. "I-I don't know how to describe it exactly. You couldn't possibly have the same frame of reference. On one hand it's very erotic, and a complete turn on. On the other hand it's a pain in the ass, because I'm so small, and weak now. It feels like all of my body parts are kind of moving around on their own. The feeling of nothing between my legs, and these big boobs "jiggling" around are driving me crazy!" "Do you mind if I touch them?" asked Mulder, sheepishly. "Touch what?" I asked, very nervously. "Pamela's tits, of course. I've had a thing for her for a long time. I never thought I'd be this close to her. Actually, I have quite an extensive pornography collection, featuring Pamela Anderson!" I looked at him blankly. "You must be joking Agent Mulder!" "No, I'm not. C'mon, we're both guys. If you were in my position, wouldn't you want to be able to touch Pamela Anderson's boobs." He had a point there! I was moving closer to the person I thought was her, in the limo, with that very thought on my mind." "Yeah.....so?" I replied in that sensual voice of hers. Mulder said, "If the situation were reversed, I would let you touch her tits! What do you say? I am trying to help you get your own body back." I couldn't exactly argue with his logic. I really was in no position to bargain here. The more I thought about it, the more I thought, "What could it hurt, really?" I stood up and walked over to where Mulder was standing. It was getting easier all of the time moving around in this body. I must be adjusting to the balance of it. God help me, the body was starting to feel GOOD! Mulder was much taller than I was now. I looked way up into his eyes. "Okay, you can touch them, but just for a few moments," I said. Agent Mulder took a deep breath, and licked his lips. He lifted both of his hands to the level of those breasts. I must say that it was very strange, looking down, and seeing my chest stick out so much, and two large male hands suspended there, waiting to touch them. He hesitated for a second. Now I had to encourage him! "Go ahead. Let's get this over with." No matter what, I was going to maintain a calm, clinical demeanor. That was all the encouragement that Agent Mulder needed! He grasped both of the breasts in his hands and squeezed. I must admit that it was an interesting sensation, and completely alien to me, although it didn't really turn me on. I imagined this is how women must feel when doctors do a breast exam, palpitating for lumps. "These tits are spectacular!" exclaimed Mulder. He was certainly having a good time. I did have to admit that, as far as female breasts go, they were incredible. However, Mulder's manipulations were having no effect on me. That lightened my spirits just a bit, because, at least inside, I was still a man. Abruptly, Mulder's fondling took on a different aspect. It was less clinical, but more.....tender. He was going slower now, taking time to feel the nipples with his thumb and forefinger. It was starting to feel disturbingly wonderful! I made the mistake of looking down to my chest, and watching him do what he was doing. Beyond, I could see a prominent bulge in Agent Mulder's pants. All of this was starting to turn me on! I felt my breathing get heavier. My nipples began to grow HUGE, and tingly. There was a feeling of wetness in my genitals. This was getting very dangerous, and I had to put a stop to it as quickly as I could, before something bad happened. I tried to back away from Agent Mulder, while at the same time saying, breathlessly, "St-stop. P-please, Mulder........." However, Mulder took a step forward in order to maintain the same degree of closeness. He kept on with his tender ministrations of my huge tits. He was locked in now, his male hormones fueling what must be an extremely strong fantasy. I tried turning away, with my back turned toward him. As I turned, I felt his hands pull way from my throbbing tits. My body did not want him to stop what he was doing, although my brain screamed in silent rebellion. My breathing was very heavy now. Mulder must have read what this body wanted, because he slipped his arms underneath mine, around my waist, to continue his fondling from behind. This time he pinched my two nipples between his thumb and index finger, the sweet pain sending me into orbit. "No.....this isn't right....." I whispered. Mulder pressed the hard bulge in his pants against the cleft between my ass cheeks. He continued to fondle my boobs, as he gently thrust his bulge in and out of my rearend area. It didn't help that the hospital gown was slightly separated in the back exposing me to view. Thank God that I still had her panties on! Still it was having the effect on me that he desired. He was driving this body into a frenzy, and what was worse, he knew it! Mulder whispered in my ear, just before kissing me on my neck, "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex as a woman?" My mind wanted desperately to say "No," but what came out was "Yeeesssssss." The combination of female hormones being released into my system, and the glorious sensations that Pamela Anderson's body was sending me was eroding my ability to resist. They say that everybody has a female half, and a male half, of their being. My male half retreaded into a small corner of Pamela Anderson's very female brain! It was replaced by a huge desire, which I had never experienced before: the undeniable desire to have something big, and hard in me. Her body responded to my thoughts, as I pressed my ass cheeks against him, just so I could feel his bulge again. Mulder continued to kiss my neck, and fondle my boobs. I thought my knees were going to buckle. I just didn't want him to stop these fantastic feelings. I felt the bottom part of the hospital gown being lifted in the front. I thought that this guy must have, like, four or six hands! They were everywhere! I didn't offer any resistance when he put his hand down the front of my panties. In fact, I found myself spreading my legs, ever so slightly, to give him easier access. I felt him rubbing, rubbing my pubic area in a circular motion. Just when I thought that he couldn't do anything more to make me hotter, Mulder slipped a finger up into what must have been a very hot and moist pussy. I couldn't hold out any longer. I reached behind me, in between my ass and his groin. I placed my hand on his bulge, and began to fondle his penis through his pants. It grew even harder still. I began to fantasize what it would be like to have him penetrate me, make love to me. If the sensation of his finger was any kind of indication, it would be great! At that very second, I just wanted to be fucked like the big-boobed sexy woman that I was! There was a knock on the door. I heard Dana's voice call out "Mulder? It's me...." I broke away from Mulder in a start. The knock on the door jolted the rational, male part of my being out of it's hiding place. I wondered how I had let this get so far? I practically ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't let Scully see me this way. If she ever knew what had just happened, I would never be able to look her in the eye again. I didn't know if she was sleeping with her partner, but there was obviously some chemistry between them. I didn't want to do anything to come between them! It took several minutes for me to calm down in the bathroom, and for my breathing to return to normal. During the entire time I could hear Mulder and Scully conversing on the other side of the door. It sounded like Dana didn't detect anything out of the ordinary......thank God! The only problem was that, no matter how hard I tried I could get the thought of Mulder's cock in my pussy, or worse still, in my mouth, out of my head. I now wanted him, as much as he wanted me, or what his body was telling him was Pamela Anderson. I was able to find a hospital robe on a hook on the back of the door in the bathroom. I thought that, considering the effect that this body had on Mulder, I should probably wear it. The last person in this room must have been huge, because the robe swallowed me whole. I didn't really mind though, because it meant that I could cover more of this impressive body. I stepped back into my hospital room to the sight of Mulder and Scully conversing. It looked like they had come to some type of decision. When I entered the room, they both looked at me intently. Mulder, at least, had a look of massive disappointment on his face, because I had covered as much of myself as possible. I think that he sensed that his window of opportunity was closing. Dana started to speak to me, but stumbled over her own words, "Pa----uh---Tr---uh--um, I don't know what to call you now!?!" I could see that this was going to be a problem. I decided to make it easier on everyone by going with the name of the person I now appeared to be. "Just call me Pamela, or Pam. I might as well get used to that name, at least until I get my own body back." Mulder stated, "That will make it easier. I'll have no problems with that." Dana couldn't have known what he meant by that, although I sure did. Whatever there was between me and Mulder wasn't over yet! "Okay........Pamela," Scully interrupted. "We ran a check on you and David's credit cards, bank accounts, and whatever else there was. We sent agents over to your respective places. There's nothing. It's like they disappeared." Mulder added, "It's apparent they've done this type of thing before. Scully and I think they are going underground. They will lay low until the heat from their apparent murders dies down. They will just disappear, or worse, kill again, before we can find them." "What does that mean, exactly?" I questioned in Pamela Anderson's breathy voice. She, now I, was not unlike this generation's Marilyn Monroe. The same type of staggering sex appeal. "It means we're going to have to do something a little bit more radical to flush them out," answered Mulder. Added Scully, "We just can't sit around and wait them out. We don't have the time." I didn't like where this was going. They had plans for me. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, nervously. "Well, as we said, no one knows that Pamela Anderson's, or Tommy Lee's body is here. Security is tight. So it's a good bet the jumpers don't know that you're still alive," said Dana. "If it is know your still alive, it is likely they will try to kill you again to prevent you from telling anyone of their existence. They've gone this far to preserve their secret. It's very likely they will try to kill you again. When they do, we'll be right there." "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?" I queried. Dana answered me this time. "Yes Pamela. We want to set you and David up as bait. We want you to resume Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee's life as if nothing ever happened. We're going to need you to actually be Pamela Anderson!" -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /