Message-ID: <40578asstr$1043403004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 15:57:38 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} My top ten (tg) #7 [5/6] Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2003 05:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- ************* A DREAM?... Sam was in the ballroom in her wedding dress once more. The same strange man came in and asked her to dance. She accepted and they danced a bit, just as they had in the last dream. But this time a hand tapped the man on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" The strange man stepped aside and Samantha saw who the newcomer was. "Andros!" Andros stepped in and danced with Sam. Eventually, Sam looked up at him, and said, "I missed you, Andros." "I've been watching over you for a while, my love. But you had to accept who you were before I could touch your heart again. I did what I could for you, but I'm so limited now." "Will you be coming for me? In the real world, I mean." "I can't, my love. You are destined for another." Andros nodded at the stranger. "Him? I don't even know who he is." "But you will. He'll need some help, but eventually, you will be husband and wife, and your love will be the kind for the history books." "But, Andros,... I want you." "And I wish I could be with you. But know, as long as you still need me, I will be with you," Andros placed his hand on her chest over her heart, "here." "Andros, I don't understand. Why can't you come for me? Be with me?" Andros just smiled, and stepped back. When Sam realized Andros was going to step away from her, she screamed, "Andros!" and lurched forward, only to find herself sitting up in bed beside Linda. "Are you okay, Samantha? Another nightmare?" "Not exactly." Linda rubbed Sam's back. "Sam?" "Yes?" "Who is Andros?" "My first lover." "Doesn't sound like a girl's name." "It isn't. I used to be bisexual. Thanks to an abusive father and some well meaning, but very bad therapists, I... forgot." "So what happened to him?" "I don't know. I lost track of him about 10 years ago." "Want me to try to find out?" Sam turned back to her. "Could you?" "Sure. I'll need to get Mistress's permission, but I don't see why she'd say no. What's his last name?" "Stevens. Andros Stevens." "Okay, I'll see what I can find out." Sam hugged her. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Thank you. You're too good to me." "Nonsense. Now come back to bed." Sam cuddled up and went back to sleep. *************** TWO DAYS LATER... Sam was working in the kitchen when Linda came up to her. "Sam, I've found out about your friend, Andros." Sam picked up a tub full of dishes and said excitedly, "What? Where is he?" Linda swallowed. "About 7 years ago, your friend had sex with the wrong person. He... contracted HIV." "HIV? That's the..." "Virus that causes AIDS." Sam swallowed. "That doesn't matter to me. Where is he? How is he?" "I'm sorry, Sam. He... proved unresponsive to the medication. He... died 4 years ago." Sam stared at Linda, before suddenly dropping what she was carrying and collapsing where she was. She had a brief impression of people screaming and moving around her, but none of that seemed to matter. She barely felt herself being carried somewhere, and before she knew it, she was tucked in bed with someone beside her. But despite all the caring despite all the consoling, Sam still cried herself to sleep. *************** A VISION... Sam was in her wedding dress, but this time she was just standing in the middle of the room, sobbing her eyes out and nothing the strange man could do or say was getting through to her. "Why the tears, my love?" Sam looked up and saw Andros. "Oh, Andros, you're dead. Now I can never hold you in my arms again." "So? I told you, Sam. As long as you need me," he pressed his hand to her bosom, "I'll be here for you." "But... I'm not sure that's enough. I want you in my arms again. And if I can't..." "You'll take from your new friends, Linda, Elizabeth, even Susan and Elaine, the new light of their life. Samuel might have been capable of that, but not my Samantha." "I..." "They love you, Sam. And for what they've done for you, you love them too." Sam was speechless, and could only stand there with tears in her eyes. "Buck up, my love. Another will come for you, one who you will love so deeply that I will be but a faint glimmer in your life." "Never! No one will ever take your place in my heart." "No. But his place in your heart will be more than my own." Sam just shook her head. "I know you find it hard to believe now, but when you doubt, just look to your new friends and know you are loved." Andros kissed Sam, and Sam woke up with the feel of his lips on hers. She had been wrong. She had not been taken back to her room. She was in Elizabeth and Susan's room, and the couple were sleeping with their arms around her. Sam snuggled in. They weren't Andros, but they would do for now. ***************** A MONTH AND A HALF LATER... Sam woke up to find, for the first time since the night she realized who she was, no bottle of medication awaiting her. Sam smiled. This meant that she would see Mistress for the first time since that night where Mistress had fucked her. "Finally," she said as she changed into her maid's uniform. She had recovered from the loss of Andros quite well with the support of her new friends. She was finally able to shed the corset when she got her waist down to a trim 24", giving her measurements of 36C-24-34. The dreams of the strange man had persisted (all the same as the first dream without Andros), first coming daily, but eventually tapering off to once a week. She had wanted to tell Mistress Elaine about her decision to remain Samantha forever, but had not seen her in a month and a half. She now had a drawer full of bottles of the delaying medication (dumping the first had been symbolic, she hadn't wanted to just waste the rest). She quickly got into her uniform and ran down to the kitchen. She checked the tray for imperfections and found none. She grabbed a napkin, slung it over her arm and took the tray of food out to Mistress. Mistress was sitting at her usual place, but instead of reading a newspaper as she usually was, she was sitting quietly, rubbing her brow. As she set the food in front of Mistress, she said, "Mistress, you seem bothered by something. May I help?" "Thank you for the offer, Samantha, but it is a problem in the lab. Something I must remedy myself." "As you wish, ma'am. Mistress, there is something else I wished to inform you of." "Yes?" "You've probably already heard, but I wanted you to hear it from me directly. I've decided to remain as Samantha and not return to my male self." "Yes, I had heard. Simply stop taking the formula and within 24 hours, the changes will be permanent." "Thank you, Mistress, but I already have." Mistress Elaine looked surprised. "Already have... what?" "Stopped taking the formula. I stopped taking it the day after you and I had sex that night." "But you... you haven't changed." Mistress's voice had taken on an almost hysterical edge that was beginning to scare Samantha. "Wasn't that the point?" Mistress suddenly leaped up, grabbed Sam's arms and lifted her from the ground. "This is impossible! I used the simplest formula on you! The oldest formula I had!" Mistress shook her violently. "Why didn't you change?!" Sam whimpered, "Mistress, please. You're hurting me." Mistress stopped. "This isn't possible." Mistress threw Sam to the ground, yelled, "This shouldn't have happened!" and ran from the room. Elizabeth and a couple other girls ran into the room. "What's going on? What's wrong with Mistress?" Sam remained on the ground, rubbing her arms where Mistress had grabbed her. "I don't know. She just freaked after I told her I intended to remain a woman." "Well, she knew about that. Why would she react like that?" "I don't know. She really lost it after I told her I stopped taking the delaying medication." "So you didn't take your medication this morning. No biggie." "Well, this morning or any morning for the last month and a half." All the girls were incredulous. "What?!" Samantha stood up, still rubbing her arms. "Yeah, ever since that night where Mistress fucked me. What's the big deal? Mistress said that if I ever stopped taking the medication my change would become permanent, so I stopped taking the medication to make my change permanent." "Yeah, but not without some side effects. Sam, haven't you ever noticed that all the girls here have either abnormally large tits, or an abnormally large dick?" "Yeah, but I just figured like you and Linda, that it was part of their punishment for whatever had earned their change to womanhood in the first place." "Sam, even in our cases, our growth wasn't entirely due to our punishments." "What are you talking about?" "Sam, Mistress was originally a transsexual. A man who, inside, was really a woman. She went through all the normal procedures, the psychiatric reviews, hormone therapies, everything but the final surgery, which she wasn't interested in, but she was less than impressed with the results. So she turned her biochemical knowledge to the problem, and developed the transformative compounds which were the basis of all her further work. "But it turned out that there was a problem. After drinking the compound, it saturates the breasts, where the greatest change occurs, or in the penis, where testosterone is produced. If the body stops getting new doses of the substance, without getting a countering agent, then it either rejects the serum and the person reverts to manhood, or it starts producing the serum on its own at the point of highest concentration. Unfortunately, it had a side effect of causing those tissues to swell and grow after producing the serum on their own." "But Mistress doesn't look any different than I do. Her breasts and dick are both large, but not abnormally so." "Mistress takes daily doses of her own medication, every morning. She doesn't want to revert to manhood, which is what she says will happen due to her biochemical make-up. She's been trying to fix the problem, but so far, she hasn't succeeded." "Well, maybe she succeeded with me. With whatever changes she made to my formula." "That's just it. She didn't make any changes to your formula. The last changes she made turned out to be totally wrong, so you got the original formula." Sam looked down at her body. "I swear. I haven't taken any of the formula since that day after Mistress fucked me." "But why didn't you change?" Suddenly a girl ran into the room. "Quick, Mistress has gone berserk in her lab! We need help!" Everybody ran to the lab. The door was locked, and they heard the sound of crashing glass inside. Working together they broke down the door. Inside, Mistress was sweeping bottles, tubes, and all other sorts of lab paraphernalia onto the floor. She was screaming through tears, "It shouldn't have worked. Why her?! Why her?! It shouldn't have worked!" Elizabeth, the only girl with the size necessary to do it, tackled Mistress and tried to hold her down, but Mistress fought with the strength of desperation, and it took Sam and four other girls to finally restrain her. Once she realized there was no use fighting, Mistress stopped. Through teary eyes, she looked up at Sam and said, "Why you? Why didn't you change?" Sam said, "If I knew I would tell you." Mistress neither fought nor helped as the girls carried her up to her room and tied her to her bed. Sam went back to her room and tried to think about what was different about her. She thought and thought, and finally she thought she had it. But proving it would take some questions and some conniving. She went to Linda first and found her in the lab, collecting the last of Mistress's medication. "Lady Linda, did Mistress ever tell you what would happen if she didn't get her daily dosage of medication?" "She said that if it follows the same pattern as it did with others, within four hours, her body would reject the medication and she would become a man again. Then if she didn't get another dose within 24 hours, she'd be a man forever." "So how much medication does she have left?" "2 days worth. Which is lucky, because that's how long it'll take her assistant to distill more." Sam left and went back to work. The morning of the day after next, she went and took the watch on Mistress who was still tied to the bed. At 7 AM, Linda came in with the last bottle of medication and left it on the dresser with instructions for Sam to give it to her at 7:30. At 7:30, Sam got up, locked the door, and returned to Mistress's side, without the medication. At about 8:30, Mistress, realizing she hadn't received her daily dosage, came out of her fog, and said, "Samantha, is that you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you have my medication?" "Yes, Mistress." "Bring it over to me." "No, Mistress." "WHAT!" "This has to be done, Mistress." "Damn you! I order you to bring me my medication!" Sam got up, got the bottle, and walked into the bathroom. Mistress heard a flush and Sam returned with the empty medication bottle. "You... BITCH! You got what you wanted, now you're punishing me for hurting you! You hate me!" Sam lay on the bed and threw her arms around Mistress's neck. "Oh, no! I love you! I want to give you the greatest gift I can." "Please, Samantha, don't do this to me! I don't want to be a man again." "I'm sorry, Mistress, to put you through this." For the next three hours, Mistress cried, ranted, and begged, but all Sam did was hold Mistress's head to her bosom. At the end of that time, Mistress, with her eyes tightly closed, felt her body shudder and then remained silent. That is, until she gasped, opened her eyes, and saw Samantha rubbing her tits. She was confused. She should've reverted to her old male form by now. She tried to think, but thanks to Samantha's hands, she was getting far too excited. Samantha deftly undid the bonds that held her and as soon as she was free, Mistress let her own hands find Samantha's breasts. They worked together to excite and undress each other. When they were naked, Samantha stroked Mistress's dick, and prepared to straddle her to get her into a position to enter Samantha's ass, but Mistress grabbed Samantha's dick and said, "No. I want you inside me." Samantha was flabbergasted. In all the time she had been in Mistress's home, the one thing she had never done, nor heard of being done by anyone else, was fucking Mistress in the ass. But she wasn't loathe to the idea, and got between Mistress's legs, and placed her dick against Mistress's ass. "Are you ready?" "Yes. Do it." Samantha pressed into Mistress, slowly stroking, plunging in and out of her, all the while rubbing her body, stroking her in ways that had been done upon her own body. Soon Mistress was spraying onto Samantha's belly, and clenching her own ass in orgasm, pushing Samantha over the edge and into orgasm, spraying deep into Mistress. They fucked many times that day until they fell asleep together in sexually fulfilled bliss. When Samantha woke up, she saw Mistress, still very much the woman, standing in front of the mirror, acting as though she didn't understand what she saw there. Her fingers reached out and stroked the mirror, as though she could touch and dispel some illusion that was there. She saw that Samantha had waken up and turned to her. "I don't understand. How?" "Desire." "Desire?" Mistress turned back to the mirror, thought about it and said, "Of course. If a person desired to become a woman, the brain's chemical balance would change. The brain would produce chemicals that the transformation agent would bond with which would prevent the super-saturation that leads to abnormal tissue growth. But the only way this would've worked on you," she turned back to Sam, "is if you really wanted to be a girl, even before I gave you the drug." Sam nodded then explained the dream-inspired revelations about her life. "Oh, you poor, poor girl. What I did to you must've been terrible." "Oh, no. Don't you understand? You freed me. You helped me face the darkness of my past and shed light on my life." Mistress walked over and sat beside Samantha. "And you freed me. Freed me from the chemicals that were my daily chain." Mistress kissed Sam. "But you took an awful chance. If you were wrong and I had reverted I would've made sure you were punished thoroughly." "Even then, it would've snapped you out of your funk. Besides, I didn't destroy the medication. I poured it into a glass in the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and carried the empty bottle out here. And even if I had flushed it, there was still the forty-some odd bottles of the stuff that I didn't use sitting in my dresser." Mistress laughed, and wrapped her arm around Samantha and hugged her close. "You're a sneaky one, little girl. "Why thank you, Mistress." "Enough of that. Call me Elaine. You've earned the right." Sam tried it out. "Elaine... Doesn't sound right. If you don't mind, I'm going to stick with Mistress." "Well, if you want to. You have done me a great favor, Samantha, and I always repay my debts. Ask me for something, anything you'd like, and if it is within my power to grant, I shall do so." "I'm not sure you can grant what I want." "What's that?" "I want to go back to school and finish my degree." "Is that it? Done. That's too easy. Ask for something else." "But the girls said that those of us transformed had no real legal identity." "A simple matter to get you a fake ID." "Why not do the same for the other girls?" "I do and have. Each girl now has their own female identity now. It's just that they feel they can't leave because those with extra large dicks are afraid of being discovered, and those with extra large tits, unless they choose a profession in the porn industry, are rarely taken seriously, by men or women. Now, thanks to you, I can develop a medication to reverse the abnormal growth experienced when they decided to become women permanently. They'll look normal and be able to leave my employ if they wish." "I don't think there'll be that many who wish to leave you." "Hummph. Most of these girls stay only because they feel they can't make it out there. Once they've got normal looking bodies, they'll be out of here like a shot." "Care to bet on it? I'll bet the wish you've given that less than 25 percent of the women in your employ will leave you after you've made your offer." "Done. But you're throwing away your wish." "How many do you think are going to leave?" "At least half. In fact, let's extend the bet. If more than 50 percent of my staff leave me, not only do you lose the wish you've got, but you promise to work for me for the rest of your life. And don't worry, I mean as a lawyer, but you'll have to switch your specialty from criminal to contract law." "Alright, but if there's fewer than 10 percent who leave you, you owe me 3 wishes, AND you pay for the rest of my college education, in whatever specialty I choose." "Done." Mistress smiled, and they got dressed and went out. Everybody was ecstatic over Mistress's return, and when they found out it was Sam who did it, it took Mistress's intervention for her to deal with the press of bodies about her. After the throng cleared out, Mistress informed Linda that Sam had earned the right to address anyone there without honorifics, including Mistress herself. As Mistress walked away Linda said, "You get to call her Elaine...?" "Doesn't sound right, does it?" Linda shook her head. "No." "I intend to keep calling her Mistress. It just seems right." "Yeah... You're right." Linda put her arm around Sam. "Come on, sister. Tell me all about what happened between you." A couple days later, Mistress announced her new discovery that would allow them to become normal looking women. And after getting all the orders, only 34% took her up on the offer to even use the drug (mostly the extreme cases of growth, like Linda) and only 7% announced their intention to leave the house staff, and half of those asked Mistress if they could be put to work in her corporate sector businesses and stay living in the house. After Mistress computed the totals, she hugged Sam and,through teary eyes, said, "I guess I owe you three wishes, now." Linda was one of the first to get the "normalizer", and Sam was the first to experience Linda's new 14" cock. Later that night, when Sam, Linda, Elizabeth (who had chosen to forgo the "normalizer"), and Susan were all asleep in the couple's bed, Linda took Sam's face in hand and said, "I'm glad you came to us." -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure, I just like T.V. better." jrdss@alaska.net ICQ#37222294 J R D -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+