Donna's Transformation

DONNA'S TRANSFORMATION

--started a reread/tighten up pass/edit

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CHAPTER 5 - [Week 5 - Tuesday]

Over the next ten days, Donna relaxed further and further into her new identity. She wore the cock all the time now, even when she was at home. She spent hours every night in her home office in the basement, surfing gay porn sites and masturbating. On the weekends, she found herself tuning in to the sports channels, especially football. Her eyes locked onto those tight little asses and huge thighs, powerful muscles encased in shiny, skin-tight fabric that she longed to run her hand over, run her tongue over.

She'd bought a long, thin dildo to use on herself, fiercely probing the depths of her ass. She was slowly discovering the patterns that allowed the fake-cock device to let her cum. If she fucked herself hard with the dildo for five minutes, waited a while, then did it again, it usually let her cum the third time. The more she fucked herself, the more she learned how to "trick" it. She also had the option of stroking the cock itself until she came. She was getting more comfortable with that, though the feel of pleasuring herself by stroking her own cock was still foreign.

She was never naked around Todd anymore and always sucked his cock whenever he showed the slightest interest in making love. She was beginning to enjoy the feeling of a cock deep in her throat and wondered if Peter's drug was doing something there as well. Her chest was nearly flat now and her nipples more and more sensitive. She pulled and tugged at them, held them tight when jerking off, noticed they were getting longer, the areola's shrinking.

She'd also been shaving. Every third day or so, the growth on her upper lip and now along her chin showed enough that she had to use one of Todd's razors and clean herself up. She let her underarm hair grow - Peter had insisted. He said he'd been expecting it and that it would add to her transformation. He'd seen bits of it a week ago and asked why she hadn't mentioned it. She said she was embarrassed and he laughed. "I didn't think that was possible anymore."

Neither Roger or Steve had shown any interest in her for nearly two weeks but she managed to put that out of her mind - she would deal with them later. For now, she wanted nothing more than that feeling of cock in her ass and the orgasm it led to.

The weekend was intense. Todd had called her at work on Friday afternoon.

"Donna? Dave and the guys are going down to the park for a guy's weekend. I'm thinking of going, do we have anything planned? I was thinking..."

Donna stopped listening, her mind already filling the next two days in with visits to the glory hole, another date with the woman from the shoe store, maybe a phone call to Peter to ask him to set her up. Her mind flooded with thoughts of how to best use the time, how to get the most cock into her in the fewest number of hours. There was a new website she'd found dedicated to straight guys who were anal freaks and she could spend some time there, she could...

"Hey? Did you hear me? I want to use your car for the trip, is that OK?"

Donna shook her head and tried to focus. Only two things mattered to her: "I'm sorry, what time did you say you were leaving? And what time did you say you'd be back? I mean, how long will you be gone. I mean..."

Todd's voice dropped. "I know what you mean," he said quietly. She read it in his voice, he was let down, maybe suspicious that something was going on. It didn't matter.

"So, OK if I use your car instead of mine?"

Donna gave the car a mental once-over, was there any incriminating evidence? She'd been very careful to never leave anything there.  The strap on was always on now, the case in Peter's hotel room. And any toys they played with stayed there.

"No, that's fine. Listen, do you want to stay over Sunday night? I mean, it's a long drive and I don't want you taking any chances on the roads." She wasn't sure how much action she could get at the bar on a Sunday night, but there was no point cutting out options.

"Sunday night?" he asked, his voice dejected. "Are you trying to get rid of me? Donna, what's up with the men's clothes thing?"

She was silent, uncertain how much to tell him, how to manipulate the truth with him.

"And all the oral? I mean, I like it and all, but I can't help wonder if something's going on." She didn't respond. She looked around her cubicle, at the piles of paper, the stapler, the clock. "No, Todd, nothing's going on. I'm...just bringing a little spice into it is all."

"All right then," he said, his voice back to normal. He'd bought it. She felt a cold fist tightening in her gut. He trusted her and she was lying to him. Not just sucking his cock rather than fucking him, but now she was telling outright lies. She pictured him at his desk on the other end of the phone, a smile on his face, relieved that his wife wasn't sneaking around, feeling good that she was concerned enough for his safety that she suggested he not drive at night. She saw his face, imagined touching it, imagined kissing it, closed her eyes and imagined unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his belt and sliding his pants down around his ankles, leaning forward and sucking him stiff, then turning him around and pushing her cock against his asshole, holding his hips and...she dropped the phone and stared at it, trembling, scared at her own depravity. Fucking him with the fake cock so she could get off. She shook her head. No, no, no.

"Donna?" she heard the phone calling. She picked it up. "Todd, I have to go, I have a meeting, you gonna be OK?"

"Yeah, honey, everything's fine. Listen, I'm gonna head home and pack. If I miss you, I'll see you Monday. I love you."

"I...love you too, Todd." A pause. "Have a good weekend."

She'd spent the entire weekend in an orgasmic haze, most of it in a hotel suite she'd rented near the gay bar. She'd worked the glory hole for a few hours Friday night, but then went out on the dance floor, offering herself to anyone who showed any interest at all, taking them back to the hotel after a few drinks and dances. Word got out quickly and men started calling their friends, inviting them to the hotel room for some of the best anal they'd had in years.

Saturday afternoon, one of the men had a friend bring rubber sheets for the bed and by midnight Saturday, she was swimming in a pool of brownish cum. Tom, the man who'd brought the sheets, checked with each man at the door to see what he liked. Then, he'd either give him Don soaked and slimy on the rubber sheets or showered and dressed in the other bedroom, dressed in men's pajamas or just satin boxers. They both agreed to keep the cock hidden whenever they could. She always turned down the men's offers to reciprocate, they all seemed more than happy when she told them that all she lived for was to have her ass fucked. "My name's Don and I'm a pleasure machine with a hungry ass," she said to more than one of them. "All that matters is that you keep filling me up." It always had the expected effect.

By Sunday night, she hadn't slept at all and Tom had left. He'd turned her over late early Sunday morning to a guy named Joe who'd started pimping her out at twenty dollars a pop. She didn't know it until he handed her two hundred dollars on Monday morning. "Your cut," he said. She saw him push a much bigger wad of bills into his own pocket but didn't care. She asked him if he wanted to fuck her.

"Fuck you? I don't know how many of them know what you are, but I do. And there's no way I'd fuck a sicko bitch like you, 'Don'." Donna wasn't surprised that he knew, she wondered how many of them did now. But, she *was* shocked how much his insult turned her on. She *was* a sicko, she had become what Peter wanted her to become. And she loved it.

[Week 6 - Tuesday]

"I have something new for you," Peter told her as she walked into the room. "Keep your clothes on." She closed the door behind her and followed him into the bedroom. There was a folder on the bed. She picked it up and opened it. Inside were several 8 X 10's of a beautiful woman and a resume. She was dressed in an expensive, well cut clothes, wearing diamond jewelry, her blond hair and blue eyes seductive and vulnerable at the same time.

"Linda Halston," Peter said. He reached out his hand and took the photos, handed her back the resume. "Read it. Memorize it. You're going to have lunch with her today." Donna looked at him in shock. "What?"

"You're going to have lunch with her today. She saw your photo on an escort site and she's interested in meeting you." Donna shook her head slowly, dropping her eyes to the floor. "Well, more than meeting you. She's hired you for the afternoon." Donna started muttering "no, no, no, Peter, no..."

"You'll have lunch with her Tonio's downtown, then go back to her place with her. You'll be charming and seductive, tell her how beautiful she is, how much you enjoy spending time with her."

Donna was shaking now. "Isn't this just another ass fuck?" She tripped over her words. No, obviously not. Linda was a woman. She shook her head. What was Peter thinking? What was she after?

"No, no," he laughed. "No, she wants the BFE - boyfriend experience. You're not a bimbo she hired to fuck her, you're a man seducing her. Your job is to seduce her."

Donna was sobbing now. "Peter...does she know, does she know...?"

He smiled and handed her the photos. "No, she doesn't know. But, she's going to make it easy on you. She doesn't want to be fucked. She wants her pussy licked. You...*do*...lick pussy, don't you, Donna?" She shook her head. It was a natural move after all wasn't it? If she was turning into a man, she'd have to start fucking women. She'd always assumed Peter wanted her as a gay ass slut but now she realized his picture was bigger. Being an ass slut might still allow her to keep some part of her identity as a woman. Woman could have anal sex. But once she started seducing and fucking women, what was left of Donna would be gone. She would *be* Don. She shivered and sobbed, feeling confused and humiliated by how depraved the idea was, how successful Peter had been, and - most of all - crushed by knowing how much it turned her on.

The date was horrible.

Donna had never been a man before, she was clumsy and confused, touching Linda when it was too early, missing Linda's opening for a kiss. In the taxi on the way to the hotel, Linda complained about Don's insensitivity to her stories over dinner and Donna felt angry, felt an unusual rage simmering inside her. She looked at Linda and wanted to hit her. Fucking bitch - you hire an escort because you can't find a real boyfriend then you complain that I'm not 'sensitive' enough? I'll show you sensitive, I'll rip that fucking dress of you and ream your little golden pussy with...Donna froze. It was too easy to identify herself on the other side of that transaction. How many men had the same thoughts go through their heads when she teased them, used them to get a free dinner, teasing them with promises, waving her snatch in front of them with no intention to ever deliver. Linda was Donna in another life. A cock-teasing whore looking out for nobody but herself. Donna imagined her on her back, legs in the air while he pumped the big cock in and out, watching her face contort, listening to her beg him...she squirmed, realized she had called herself 'him'...

"Don?" She looked at Linda. The door of the taxi was open and she was sliding across the seat. "Pay the man and let's get going."

She went inside and Linda led her upstairs, told her she wasn't having much of a good time and that his tongue had better be pretty fucking good or Peter would owe her a full refund. "And *don't* take your fucking clothes off, got it?" she barked. "You can jack off when you get home. Right now," she pulled her dress over her head, she was completely naked underneath. "Right now, I want to feel your tongue right where it belongs." Donna stared at her. The woman's body turned her on, she could feel it between her legs. She felt a shiver run through her. She was aroused when she saw naked gay men sucking each others cocks. Now, she was aroused seeing a naked woman with her legs spread. Peter was thorough.

"Come on, dickless, get over here," Linda barked. Donna wanted to hit her, to pull down her pants and fuck the hell out of the insulting little bitch on the bed. Ream her pussy and ass until she begged him to stop. Her to stop. Donna's head swum, she was getting lost. She got on her knees on the floor and pushed her face into Linda's crotch. Her bush was trimmed, just a strip down each side, a small patch across the top connecting them. Donna put her tongue into the unfamiliar spot. She didn't like the taste. It was easy knowing what to do, Todd had spent a lot of time between her legs and she remembered it all. She moved her tongue up and down the lips, then along the crease of the slit, not pushing Linda's lips open, just teasing.

"Get to work, goddam it!" Linda growled. Donna pushed her tongue angrily between the lips, pressing hard against her clit. "Yeah, that's it, Donnie, right there, right there. Faster." She started licking up and down, her tongue flicking faster as Linda pressed her hips upward. "No, no. Fucking idiot asshole - circles, circles around it. Come on." Linda grabbed Donna's hair and ground her face into her cunt, ordering her to speed up, slow down, side to side, up and down, shifting what she wanted every few seconds, always angry and insulting. Donna hated the smell, the taste, the feel of pussy all over her face. Linda jerked her from side to side, Donna's face was coated cheek to cheek and forehead to chin with Linda. She gagged and Linda heard it. She raised herself up on her elbows. "Not big on this, are you Donnie?" Donna looked up and apologized. Linda laughed and pushed her head back between her legs, pushing harder now.

"Well, it's a good thing it doesn't matter what you like. I paid for your tongue, you little pencil-dicked asswipe. Worship my pussy like a good boy," she was moaning now, Donna seemed to be hitting a rhythm.

"Come on, limp dick, suck it, yeah, lick me, come on, faster, yeah, faster." Donna felt Linda's hips moving slower now, grinding against the bed and her face. Linda's voice was more breathless, her insults more ugly.

"Get your tongue in there, you piece of shit. Then, I'm gonna fuck your ass and beat you with my belt and smash those little faggot balls of yours in my hand and...ah fuck! Yeah!" she jerked as she came, holding Donna's head in place, humping her tongue and screaming. Donna felt a warm gush over her face and gagged, but Linda kept her pressed tight to her crotch. The liquid ran down her neck and splashed on the bed, soaking her shirt, her neck, her hair.

Linda pulled her head away and lay for a long time catching her breath. When she was calmed down, she looked at Donna, let go of her hair.

"Get the fuck out of here," Linda ordered. "Now."

Donna took a taxi back to Peter's hotel. She was steaming all the way. The fucking bitch, the fucking bitch. She saw pictures of herself slapping Linda, pulling her hair, throwing her across the bed and fucking her silly. She shook her head and took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

When she got back to the room, Peter handed her a glass of champagne. "Donna, my dear. You have managed to impress one of my best clients. She said you were a real asshole, a loser in fact, a fumbling, uncoordinated jerk on the date, one of the worst she's had. But in the bedroom, you rocked her world. She wants you back again on Thursday, as long as you understand you aren't going to get your cock anywhere near her." He laughed. "Solves the problem for both of us, doesn't it?"

Donna threw the glass on the floor. "No, motherfucker! It doesn't solve any problem for anyone! I don't want to be licking pussy, I want cock, I want to be sucking and fucking cock! Do you understand me?"

Peter calmly sipped his champagne. "Testosterone kicking in, eh?" She wanted to punch the fucking grin off of his smug face. "How long has the rage been swimming around inside you? Didn't you understand that this was coming?"

Donna wanted to throw up. She recognized it now - how easily she'd blown off Todd, how she'd wanted to rape Linda, how she was pushing back at Peter now. The hormones that were flooding through her were changing her on a deeper level than she'd imagined possible. They were rewiring her completely.

Peter leaned over and picked up the glass, calmly refilled it for her. "Donna. Try and calm down. It isn't the end of the world." He handed her the glass. "Isn't that what you always tell us? 'calm down it isn't the end of the world?'"

"Now, dear," he said, sipping his glass. "I have to admit I'm at a bit of a crossroads here. I am considering two possible paths for you. For how your life is going to go from here forward." Donna stared at him, angry but paralyzed.

"Part of me is very tempted to continue your ass training." She felt a shudder of arousal. "You are nearly perfect now, you crave it. You dream of it, don't you? I know about the online sites, about the movies you watch, about all those nights you weren't here but you still went to the bar." Donna felt her old life slipping further and further away. He was right, she craved cock up her ass in a way she couldn't imagine even the horniest gay man might. Her dreams revolved around having a cock up her ass, asleep or awake.

"But I want more." He stepped closer to her and ran his fingers through her hair. She made a sound that was half laugh, half grunt.

"Linda told me how much you hate licking pussy. I guessed that but I wasn't sure. Now I am. So..." he stopped stroking her hair and slid his hand down to the fake cock, stroked it, watched her respond. "I'm considering going the rest of the way with you."

Donna shook and reached for his hand, pulled back. "The rest of the way?"

"We have a couple of options there too," he said louder, stepping back and sitting in the armchair. He crossed his legs and looked her body up and down. If he didn't know her history, he would have taken her for a man easily. The drugs and weeks of immersion had done their job, she even stood like a man, legs feet together, one hip cocked higher than the other, head tilted, a slight sneer.

"Your body already knows how to move like a man, how to take cock up the ass, how to fuck someone with your own cock. My decision..." he paused again to take a sip.

Donna barked, "You know, Peter, I'm fucking sick and tired of your dramatic fucking pauses!"

He laughed. "OK, OK, I'll get to the point. I'm considering surgery. I'm considering giving you a real cock."

She felt a thrill go through her body - the same mixture of arousal and dread she was so used to around Peter. Everything he'd done had scared her but everything he'd turned her into turned her on. She ached to get back to the glory hole, though. He could talk about his weirdo scheme later, she needed to get fucked. She ran her hand down into her pants and stroked the cock, not noticing or caring that Peter was watching.

"Donna? Hey!" She raised her head.

"Get me to the goddam bar, Peter," she said angrily.

"What about it? Aren't you scared, worried?"

"Fuck you, Peter. I don't care about you and your asshole plans. I need some cock. Now. Is someone coming or are you going to get me to the bar." He watched her, her body trembling, hand rubbing the fake cock. "Fuck you, Donna." He watched her play with herself five minutes, ten minutes, their eyes locked, watching her cum twice, stroking herself and moaning.

"Donna? Donna?" she heard his voice and swam up through her orgasm fog and focused. "Yeah?"

"We're going out."

"That woman at the table," Peter said. He pointed at a table in the hotel lounge where a middle aged woman was eating a carrot cake dessert. She was at least thirty pounds overweight with thin, light brown hair and a man's face. A romance novel on the table but a Blackberry on top of it, hiding the title.

"Business traveller. See the clothes and the briefcase. A ring on her hand and overweight. Not getting it at home." He stared at her a while longer then said, "probably doesn't like oral and fucks with the lights out."

Donna stared at the woman. "How the hell can you tell all of that?"

Peter laughed. "I can't, but the odds are in my favor. I've been doing this a *long* time."

Donna looked at the woman. She did have a faraway look, a road warrior. And Peter's instincts were always remarkably right on.

"Go pick her up."

Donna stared at him. "She's one of yours, right?"

He shook his head. "Nope. This is your first solo flight. If you're going to be a man, you have to think like a man."

"That's insane. No woman is just going to let a stranger pick her up and fuck her just like that. What little boy's fantasy world do you live in?"

Peter smiled and walked away. Over his shoulder, he said, "just do it. I'll be back in two hours."

Donna was shocked how easy it was for Don to pick up the woman. Nancy was from Boston and travel was getting the better of her. She'd been on the road for five of the last six weeks and she was getting tired of it. After two rounds of drinks, they were both telling their bosses to "go fuck yourself" and laughing. Donna leaned over to kiss her and she opened her mouth eagerly, rested her hand on Donna's leg. Donna took the woman's hand and slid it along the inside of her left leg, let her feel the already stiff cock. Her eyes lit up and they were in the elevator in less than two minutes. Donna pushed her up against the back wall, held her hands up over her head, and stuck her tongue down the woman's throat. They fucked with the lights off - just as Peter had predicted. Donna sucked her tits and fingered her pussy, holding her hands flat on the mattress above her head. Nancy moaned and whispered "I'll suck your cock for you," but Donna just kept pumping her with her fingers. Then, she climbed on top of her and rammed the cock deep into her cunt. Nancy moaned and Donna felt it, the rush of conquest. She heard the blood rushing in her ears and pumped harder, deeper. The cock transmitted pleasure to her cunt but she was more excitement hearing Nancy's moaning, surrendering her soft body to Donna's cock. She watched Nancy's face twisting in the darkness, heard her moans and panting breath, savored her conquest, enjoyed her ability to totally dominate the bitch, to reduce the little whore to just a piece of meat for her cock to violate, to see her writhing underneath her, the cock tearing her in half, her swollen titties pressing against her chest. The woman didn't cum for a long time but Donna kept fucking her. She was sweating and panting now, squirming underneath her like a bitch in heat. Donna wished she had a real cock so she could feel the bitch's cunt twitch and clench, gritted her teeth and fucked even harder. She heard the woman grunt deeply then start moaning again. "You liked that, didn't you bitch?" Donna growled. The woman shook her head and moaned. "You're gonna love this," she said, pulling out and holding herself poised at Nancy's hot little pussy. After a few seconds, she rammed her cock in hard and fast, smiled as she heard Nancy's quiet scream, pulled out and did it again. "I'm gonna fuck you crazy, bitch," she threatened, pulling out and fucking hard again. Nancy started yelling and came, scratching Donna's back and pulling her hair. "Yeah, that's it, you cunt, let it all out," Donna barked. She slowed down and felt the woman's twitching subside. When she caught her breath, Donna pulled her cock out of the woman and stood by the side of the bed. "I should have you lick the pussy off of my cock but I have to run. You were nice, but I have a real woman to fuck later so I have to preserve myself." She saw Nancy curl up and pull the covers over her and laughed. "Fucking whore," she said as she opened the door and walked out.

In the elevator on the way down, Donna collapsed crying in the corner. She'd enjoyed that too much. She was nearly abusive, she enjoyed watching the woman squirm on her cock the way she'd seen men try to make her squirm. She'd always kept the upper hand and now she was doing it again. It felt good. It felt good to be in charge, to have the weapon between her legs and use it. To be on the attack. She felt another surge between her legs and thought about going back up, fucking Nancy again. No, no, she thought, shaking her head.

The elevator stopped and Donna jumped to her feet. The door opened up and a woman stepped in. She looked at Donna and quickly turned around to face the door. Donna looked at her ass, then down her legs. She looked to be in her early 20's, wearing a shiny pair of tights tucked into knee-high leather boots. Her top was red and loose fitting. Donna's eyes went back up her legs to her ass. It was magnificent, two gorgeous globes, round and firm. She wanted to bend the girl over and fuck her right there in the elevator. The bell rang and the door opened again. Another woman got in, this one was overweight and badly dressed, looked to be in her fifties and on a losing streak. But Donna noticed her neck, exposed by her short, short haircut. There was something sexy about, something that called out to be kissed, licked, fondled, bit. Donna's cunt was swelling and she ran her hand over her chest, teasing her nipples. The woman looked sideways and noticed her. She stared at the woman and growled "what you lookin' at, honey?" The woman turned her head and stared at the elevator door.

Donna stepped closer to her and put her arm around the woman's waist. "You looking for a date, sweet thing?" she asked, leaning in and kissing the woman's ear. The woman swung her arm and slapped Donna hard across the face. "Fuck off," she said. Donna growled back, "you wish, bitch!" When the door opened, Donna pushed her way past the two women and stormed down the hall to the lounge. Her head was swimming. She was becoming not only a man, but a real asshole. She stared at every woman that walked by, wondered what she would be like in bed. Then, she noticed she was staring at one of the men at the bar, wondering if he was gay, wondering if he'd fuck her ass. Everyone in the place was just a cock or pussy to her. She wanted something up her ass, even if it was her own fake cock. She looked at the man at the bar, then noticed a woman standing near the ladies room. She was hot, wore a tight, short skirt over a big ass and shiny stockings on her long, long legs. Donna wanted to fuck her, pin her to the bed and ream her cunt with her cock until they both came, then leave her on the bed, begging for more. Donna would just laugh at her, call her a worthless cunt and walk away. She was dizzy and slightly nauseated when Peter showed up and took her hand.

"You look awful. You feeling sick?" he asked, starting to walk down the hallway with her.

She stopped and turned to him with a wild look in her eyes and hissed, "Peter, I need my ass fucked. I NEED my ass fucked. Get me to the bar."

He laughed and said, "REAL men don't take it up the ass. They give it." He turned and started walking toward the front door of the hotel. "Come on, let's get you home. Maybe you can fuck your hubby?" Donna swung at him, he stopped her fist in midair. "Temper, Don, temper."

"Peter, don't be an asshole. It's early. You have me till two. Shit, you have me all night. And every day. Don't send me home. Nobody's home. Todd's home but I don't want to fuck him. I want to fuck...oh shit, I want a cock up my ass, I want..." she trembled and felt dizzy again. "I don't know what I want, Peter, what do I want? Am I a woman or a man? Peter?" Peter stared at her and laughed. Donna saw red and swung her fist again. This time, Peter was too slow and she clipped him across the jaw, felt the jarring impact up her arm. Peter's face went white, a drop of blood formed on his bottom lip.

"Yeah," he laughed. "You're a real man now, aren't you, Don?" She stared, stunned and confused. Peter wiped his lip and smiled. "Come on. You were right. You really need to get fucked."