My Ultimate Fantasy

Part 2 of 4: The Next Day

Going to class the following day was tormenting. I saw Valerie chatting with her girlfriends outside the campus cafe, and I approached to say hello. She was laughing and introduced me as Marcie, which embarrassed the hell out of me. I wanted to correct her and tell them all that my name was Mark but she and her friends were all laughing at something really funny and said they had to go because they were in a hurry. I just watched as they walked away, occasionally looking back and still laughing hysterically.

I spent the rest of the day constantly being reminded of Valerie because of her panties holding my cock. I tried to be careful not to bend over in front of anyone so they wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the panties sticking out above the waist of my jeans. Toward the end of the day, I saw Valerie again and I asked her if she needed help with her homework again. She told me that she wanted me to come over to her house at four o’clock. I was walking on air as I finished the day and headed home. I knew that there was a good chance that I would be scoring again so I ran nearly all the way to my house so I would have time to get cleaned and ready for our date. I was still wearing the panties that she gave me as I sat watching the clock until it was time to go over to her house.

When I got there, I knocked and she answered the door dressed in a tight shirt and shorts that barely covered her cute butt. I just stood in the doorway mesmerized, looking at what was the most perfect fantasy a young guy could ever have before she told me to come in and close the door. I followed her up to her room just like an obedient puppy and I sat down at her desk. She showed me another pile of papers and told me that if I wanted, I could just take them home and do them later. It seemed like she was more interested in playing than doing homework. I was not about to discourage her in any way and I was willing to anything she asked because, hell, she was the most beautiful girl Id ever seen and here I was, getting to be in bed with her, I mean, isn’t that every guy's dream?

She told me to get undressed while she went to get us something to drink and returned shortly with a glass of orange juice for me and a soda for herself. I thought that was a little odd but I wasn’t going to complain so I drank the OJ under her watchful eye. Then I watched as she slowly did a strip tease for me and when she got down to her bra and panties, she climbed on the bed and invited me to join her. I didn’t try to assume anything and just laid down beside her, letting her control the situation. She took the initiative and climbed on top of me, rubbing her sex all over my body before working her way up to my face. It wasn’t long before she was smothering me once again and bathing me in the pure sweet essence of her delicious femininity. At some points, I thought she was going to suffocate me and I’m sure she could sense the panic in me as I began to wriggle and buck, using my hands to try and lift her but she had too much leverage holding onto the headboard and just forced herself down against my mouth. With her knees across my shoulders, I was pretty much at her mercy and I think she enjoyed seeing me struggle like that. I couldn’t complain though, because this was as close to heaven as I ever wanted to be. She pretty much directed the action but I could tell when she wanted me to suck and nibble on her clit and when she wanted me to reach up inside her and lick as deep as I could. She rocked back and forth, mutilating my face and driving herself to several explosive orgasms before she slowly crawled off my chest and lay down beside me.

Once again, I was forced to lay there while she worked my cock with her hand until I couldn’t hold back any longer and she said, “That’s my good little Marcie, let it all out, that’s a good girl.” Hearing those words come from her shocked the hell out of me but it also made me shoot harder than ever before. I don’t know whether it was the first or second spurt, but one shot landed on my chin. I was panting and out of breath. Who was I to complain about what she calls me? I just experienced the must shuddering climax of my life. I could feel my heart beating a hundred miles an hour. I couldn’t imagine being happier or more satisfied because I just got to taste Valerie even if I was lying there in a pair of girl’s panties eating my own cum. When she was done feeding me, Valerie made sure I had a new pair of panties to wear home and again, insisted that I wear them to class the next day.

It didn’t dawn on me till I got home but I had swimming the next day. I had been in swimming since junior high, and I had never missed it. Oh god, I was in real trouble. I just couldn’t defy this wonderful girl but I couldn’t wear panties into the locker room. I mean, I had to take a shower afterwards with all the guys, and how would I be able to hide the panties. Damn, I would have to think of something. I mean, I had to wear them. The following day, when it came time for swimming, I figured I could slip in early and slip back out before the other guys got in the shower. If I was quick enough, I could keep my little secret hidden. I found it wasn’t too difficult and I could pull it off a couple days a week and being with Valerie definitely made it worth it.

After my last class, I saw Valerie near the bus stop with her friends and she told me she was busy, but then she asked me if I was behaving. I wasn’t sure what she meant but my face started to turn red standing there in front of her friends while she smiled at me. Then she just reached down and rubbed my backside and said, “I hope Marcie is being a good girl,” before she started laughing. Then she told me that I could help her the next day, and to be ready when she called. She and her friends got on the bus, laughing while I just stood there embarrassed and red faced.

I went home somewhat disappointed but then I was shocked when my sister threw a letter at me and said she thought it was from Valerie across the street. It was a large envelope and you could smell a certain fragrance that I quickly recognized. My sister just stood there a second waiting for me to open it but I tried to act like it wasn’t important and just tucked it in with my books and papers. She gave me one of those sly smirks and walked away. I ran to my bedroom and tore open the envelope to find another pair of worn panties with a note saying, “Be a good little girl and wear your panties for me.” Needless to say, I fell asleep with visions of Valerie dancing on my brain.

I woke the next morning and quickly accessed the horror of my situation. My bedroom door was wide open and I knew my sister had to walk right past it on her way to the bathroom. And there I was, lying on my bed, no blankets, dressed in nothing but Valerie’s panties, and dried cum all over my stomach. Oh God, I felt like I was becoming lost in this web but at the same time, just thinking about Valerie made me want to do anything she asked.

I took a shower, got ready for my first class and was quite relieved when my sister didn’t mention anything. I did catch her looking at me and smiling but I tried to play it off and act like everything was just fine. Besides, I had offered to do the dishes last night so my sister could get ready for a date. I just wanted to do whatever I could to keep things peaceful and calm, and especially to keep her from getting too nosey.

The next day, I got to visit Valerie after school to help her with her homework. At least, this is what I told everybody. It seemed logical and nobody had a problem with it so I figured our little secret was safe. This became the routine for weeks and I was getting quite good at getting all her homework done as quickly as I did my own. Valerie seemed a lot happier, probably because she was getting a lot less static from her teachers for not turning in her assignments late but I liked to think that it was the way I was satisfying her almost every day. And for some reason, I was becoming a lot more compliant and easy to get along with around everyone, including Valerie and my own family.

As it turned out, and without me having any idea, Valerie was feeding me strong doses of female hormones. I learned much later that she and her best friend Beth, spoke in great detail about how her mom was on HRT and that Valerie wanted to see if she could take a guy and turn him into a girl with them. So she found a place online where she could order placebos that looked identical to her mom’s hormone pills and she was then able to switch them with her mom’s pills and keep the real hormones for her own use. Her mom was periodically retested and upon finding extremely low hormone levels in her cupcake, she was given even stronger dosages. This left Valerie with a constant supply of very powerful female hormones.

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So, without my knowledge, I was the subject of an experiment by this wild girl and I had no idea how many other people knew about it. It wasn’t until recently that I found out that Valerie told Beth that she didn’t want me to turn fully into a girl. She wanted my balls to stay intact so I would remain conflicted, thinking of myself as a boy that was forced to dress like a girl. So she varied the times and amounts that she gave me the unsuspecting glasses of OJ to try and make me develop just the way she wanted. She had told Beth that she wanted me to grow small breasts that I would have trouble hiding, even when I had to, but large enough to be undeniable when exposed, with or without a bra on. She figured that during the course of an entire school year, I would develop enough to never be able to get away with wearing a guys swim trunks again. She wanted me to have to wear a girl’s swimsuit by the next summer. I had no idea of her intentions, of course, and I never questioned the drinks she seemed to always be offering me.

What’s more, I had no idea that Valerie had used black nail polish to cover the little red LED on her webcam and that our little episodes in her bedroom were being broadcast live, over the Internet, almost every day, after class. Of course, that would explain why all of her friends would laugh hysterically whenever they saw me. It never occurred to me that the computer was on and working because she just switched the monitor off to make it look as though the computer was in standby or something. It turns out she had planned and prepared this whole encounter with quite a bit of forethought. I was the laughing stalk of the entire college and I had no idea what was going on.

After a few more weeks, Valerie said she wanted to try something new. She wanted me to sit there, at her computer desk, and do her homework there, while she did something else to me. So she got me all relaxed, in her panties, sitting there working, and then, she showed me a breast pump. She told me that she wanted to apply the pump to one of my nipples and see what it did to me. I couldn’t refuse her so she set it up and in a minute or two, I felt my nipple being distended into the pump and the strangely awkward feeling of having my breast pumped. Of course, after about five minutes, it began to hurt some and I complained but Valerie insisted that a little pain was a small price to pay for the reward I would receive. After ten or fifteen minutes, it was extremely painful but Valerie told me to concentrate on her homework and try to ignore what she was doing to me. I was in agony by the time she removed it and then I had to go through the whole ordeal again on my other nipple. I had no idea what she was trying to do but I was in love and I was willing to let her do anything to me. If I had only known that all her girlfriends were watching me getting my breasts pumped, I would have died right there.

After she tortured my breasts for what seemed like hours, I got to get in bed with her for my reward. It started out pretty much the same but then I got the surprise of my life when after she was satisfied and it was my turn, she produced a dildo and told me that I had to practice on it if I wanted to cum. So with one hand, she stroked my cock while the other hand was working the dildo in my mouth. I felt very bad about letting her put that thing in my mouth but I couldn’t do anything that might make her upset with me and end our little relationship together. I let her pump the dildo in and out of my mouth while she worked my cock up to its usual conclusion. Then she surprised me by dipping the dildo in the puddle of sperm on my stomach and making me suck it from that cock. As embarrassing as it was, she made it seem so natural and I just couldn’t say no.

Valerie had things to do a couple days a week but we kept up a regular schedule at least four days a week and often times, on the weekends too. One day, when I showed up at my appointed time, she called me up to her room and told me that she had been waiting for me a long time. She went on to say that she had been playing with herself and she really needed me because she was so horny. My heart jumped at the opportunity to be really needed so I striped down to my panties and climbed onto the bed and in between her legs. I buried my face in her luscious pussy and sucked her so sweetly. She must have been playing with herself for a long time because she was so juicy and swollen. I just loved licking and sucking her. She was the most delicious girl in the world.

It turns out that the joke was on me again because she had already talked to Beth and she had everyone watching the webcam. What’s more, Brad had come over right before football practice for a quickie. It turns out he was good for that, just a real quick one two three and he was out of there. I had no idea that Valerie told everyone that I was going to get my first taste of Brad that day. Without knowing it, I sucked Brad’s sperm out of Valerie and she just smiled at me while I did it. I had to follow that up with dildo training, which was getting more severe each time. She would work that thing in and out of my mouth while she played with my cock but every once in a while, she would shove it real deep into my throat. She told me that she loved me and she didn’t want to hurt me but I had to learn to take it real deep sometimes. Most of the time, I would choke and gag but she tried real hard to teach me to swallow the end of it so I could take it down my throat and hold it there. What I sight it must have been to everyone watching on his or her computers.

Even when I was done with that, I still had to endure my breast pumping session and it soon got to the point where my nipples were very distended and tender and pumping them made them ache. Valerie saw how much my nipples were bothering me and she told me that she wanted to help me. So she produced a bra and told me to try it on. My first thought was to leave but I just couldn’t give up what we had together so I submitted and tried it. I was really embarrassed letting her help me into a bra but I was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable it felt and I found out later that it did prevent my shirt from rubbing against my nipples and actually made my nipples feel a lot better. I hated to admit it but it did feel very good. I was really afraid of letting other people see me wearing a bra because it was very difficult to hide under my shirt. I could just imagine what my sister would say if she saw me dressed this way. But it did feel really good and somehow, it felt natural and it was what Valerie wanted so I just had to do it.

So, starting then, I was sent home wearing a bra and panties. I asked Valerie how I was going to avoid getting caught wearing a bra and panties and she told me that I just needed to be more helpful at home. She went on to explain that from now on, I should do all the laundry. This way, I could make my mom and sister very happy and I would have a chance to wash all my panties and bras the same time I washed theirs. By this time, I had amassed quite a collection of panties and now I was going to be adding bras to my wardrobe. Once again, I didn’t know that Valerie had already talked to my sister and told her some of what she was doing. Mainly, she told her that she was teaching me to be more compliant and helpful and that she could soon take advantage of this and start using me to help herself as well.

Things seemed to progress just as Valerie wanted and I was just falling more and more in love with her. My sister noticed this but she was very supportive because I was doing the majority of the housework and making her life much easier. If she noticed that I was wearing a bra at home, she didn’t say anything even though my breast development was becoming pretty evident. It was getting near Christmas time and I was looking forward to the break from classes. Swimming was getting more and more difficult because the development of my chest was much more than I could explain away and it was very difficult to hide all the time. Valerie tried to console me and said it was completely normal for some guys to grow a little bit in that area, but that it would likely go away. But I was getting concerned because now, I could easily overflow in an A-cup bra. To me, there was no denying that I had girl’s breasts because I could feel them move about as I walked or did anything. I was really getting concerned because I was beginning to feel much more comfortable wearing a bra even if it was only at home.

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