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Dawn entered my room and announced, "Rhiannon has decided that will be sufficient for now, you may all go back to your rooms and rest up until you are needed again."
"Nooooo don't go! Please, I need you all!" I began diddling myself since they were all filing
out of the room ignoring my pleas.
"I'll be back once you are in a more flexible frame of mind," Dawn declared as she locked
the door behind her.
"Fuck me, fuck me..." I chanted urgently working my twat.
Almost one half hour later Dawn entered another heretofore-locked room, "Joni, I have a
job for you."
"Yes mistress Dawn," Joni stood up ready to follow.
"Before we leave, make sure it doesn't show," Dawn instructed.
"I'm ready mistress."
Dawn led the lovely woman to Hanks room and opened the door, "Hanky, I have a new
friend for you. I want you to say hello to Joni, and you had better be extra sweet while you say
it, or I won't let her stay."
"Nice... pleased... ooh, so lovely to meet you Joni," I stammered, while not missing a beat
with my vulva ministrations.
"I'm pleased to meet you too Hanky," Joni offered her hand to shake.
I forced my hand from my nipple to make contact with hers and shook it.
"I bet if you beg Joni for sex, Hanky, she would be happy to fuck you..." Dawn suggested
wickedly.
"Please beautiful Joni, will you fuck me please?" I begged shamelessly.
"You know what I want you to do first, Joni," Dawn winked at her, "I have customers to
attend to, so I'll leave you two alone." Dawn closed and locked the door behind her.
"My, you got it bad Hanky. You must have been a bad, bad boy! Just look at the size of
those boobs. They have to weigh almost as much as the rest of you."
"Ooh, but they feel so..." I moaned.
"Okay, we might as well get on with it. Would you take my skirt off for me Hanky?"
My shaking hands were all fumbles, so it took longer than normal to deprive her of he
skirt and as soon as I had, my hands went right back to their stimulating of my sex.
"Now I don't want you to be frightened when I turn around Hanky, so ready yourself," she
warned.
My mouth was watering thinking of her luscious pussy, but when she turned, "Oh my god!
You've got a cock!"
"I certainly do and before I can fuck you with it, mistress Dawn insists that you suck the
sperm out of me first," she informed me, with her member rigid, and six inches from my nose.
"Suck your cock? No way I... I... I can't," I pleaded.
"Darn, okay well then I'll just put my skirt back on..."
She made to do it but I stopped her, "No please don't go!"
"So you want to suck my cock after all?" she asked having momentarily stopped pulling up
her skirt.
"No, but I... I will if I have to..." I whined.
"You make it sound so unappealing Hanky. I guess I had better leave."
"Oh please..." I nearly screamed.
"Only if you beg to suck my big thick cock, and you better swallow when I shoot my wad
missy, or no fucking for you!" Joni threatened.
I was beside myself with lust and yearning, so I didn't really have any choice, "Please let
me suck your big thick cock Joni. I promise I'll swallow!" I knew that I was broken and that
whatever perverted sexual desires anyone asked of me, I would be a willing, meek participant.
Joni presented her huge throbbing member for my mouth to encircle. I uncertainly
slipped it between my lips and began licking it up and around the shank and occasionally
tonguing her glans.
She reached over and began working my free breast, rubbing, pulling, and twisting on my
large sensitive nipples.
I was so hot that I actually shoved my head down farther on her big cock and slipped it
down my throat a ways.
"Ooh you're a good cock sucking whore. Yah, suck it baby!" Joni urged.
I grabbed her testicals, which were the size of two big fuzzy tennis balls in a fleshy sack,
and stroked them, cupping them, and gently squeezing from time to time.
"Mmm, that is good too. See if you can take all of my big cock into your mouth baby,"
Joni moaned, tweaking her own nipple.
My own hand in my crotch busily working my clit provided a sexy splooshing, squishing
sound and I was getting insanely hot. I must have lost it, because I was driving that huge penis
down my throat. I had to slide it out at times just to breathe but I quickly drove my face back
down on it, farther and farther. Finally, my lips closed around the base of it, right at her
scrotum, and I moaned in desire and accomplishment.
I felt her balls twitch and I still don't know why but I drove my finger right up her asshole,
wiggling it around as I did.
Joni drove her hips hard into my face and I could feel her sperm flowing down my throat.
I backed my face off finally to breathe and wound up with my cheeks puffing out like a
chipmunk. I had to swallow fast to keep from letting it flow out of my lips. Her huge balls must
have held a quart of jizzum, because I knew I was drinking down more than a l-liter bottle full.
"Oh yah, you're going to be a terrific cocksucker Hanky. Let's do that again baby, you
came really hard too, I know you did. Just swallow what you have left. There's more where that
came from," Joni urged.
I was amazed that she was still ready to go. Her massive dick didn't become flaccid in the
least. I knew that I must do as she said, so once again I drove my face to the base of her
throbbing tool.
"Ooh good! Moan and suck baby, moan and suck," Joni was licking her large lipstick
covered lips as she stroked my head.
The thing that I realized right at that point was that I didn't need to stimulate my body as
long as I was sucking her big dick. I didn't know why but it drove back my yearnings to an
almost manageable level.
I was driving up and down only this time I put suction on her penis that pulled my cheeks
up against her pulsating implement. I was toying her testes with one hand and banging her butt
with the finger of my other hand.
It suddenly occurred to me to use another finger, so I poked a second up her rectum.
Her twitching member richly rewarded me. I felt her cuming so I squeezed her balls and
the flow down my throat increased plenty, but I just had to taste the salty goodness of her sperm,
so I backed my head off and got another mouthful.
"Ungh! Whew, that was a good one. Now baby lick my dick clean and maybe I'll fill your
cunny with squirmy, wiggly sperm," she taunted while holding my head on her massive
manhood.
I obeyed her and slurped her penis clean as a whistle.
"You're a damn good cocksucker Hanky, now let's see how good a fuck you are!" Joni
announced as she moved one of my gigantic breasts to one side so I could lie on my back. She
then turned me so that my butt was hanging slightly off the edge of my bed.
My legs splayed seemingly by themselves and I started playing with the one nipple still
within my reach, and man was it so good.
"She did you good, boy! You should see your cunt positively drooling cum!"
"Fuck me, please! Oh fuck me like a bitch in heat!" I moaned, no longer caring that I was
Hank, former macho man.
She teased my wanton hole with the glans of her penis for a while and my hips kept trying
to slip my labia around that pleasure pump.
I could feel Joni grasp my boob with both of her hands and pull that diamond hard point
of my ecstasy towards her.
"Take me, please take me," I pleaded wantonly.
"My, my, we certainly are a slut, aren't we?" she cruelly asked.
I didn't answer. It was humiliating enough having been, turned into this sex machine.
"Oh, you can't get away without admitting it Hanky. I'm going to stop if I don't hear what I
want you to say," Joni ceased all her ministrations.
My yearnings and needs grew exponentially until I screamed, "I'm a slut! I'm a fuck crazy
whore! Please fuck me."
"That's better," Joni finally began slipping her massive member past my labia into my
drooling vagina.
"I'm going to make you a woman now Hanky. Hold onto your ovaries baby," Joni
proclaimed as I felt her stretch my hole tightly around her love rod.
She began banging her hips into my widely spread butt and I could feel those gigantic
balls slap against my fanny. With each thrust, I spoke out a high-pitched girly moan.
"Hanky, I want you to squeeze my cock baby. Tighten that vagina down around my big
quivering cock."
I discovered muscles down there that I didn't know that I had, and began gripping her
manhood to keep it from leaving my insides. I could feel my belly bulge each time she drove her
penis inside me.
I screamed a big trembling orgasm, clamping down my vaginal muscles tightly around her
Johnson, but she didn't even, slow down, she just kept fucking me.
She brought me to orgasm after orgasm until I felt her cock spew her huge load into my
uterus. Her hips seemingly glued to my soft womanly ass.
When she pulled out, it felt as if I was empty and hollow and the need for being filled
washed over my mind in an avalanche.
"Oh fuck me more, please, please Joni," I begged shamelessly.
"I intend to slut, now I want you to help me roll you over," she told me as she picked one
of my boobs and moved it to the same side as the other. I got up on my knees as she urged me
to, staring at my breasts lying on the bed way out in front of me.
"That won't do. Here, I'll swing your breasts around to the sides so we can play with them
easier," Joni offered as she moved the first one.
I couldn't do much but lift my arms as she swung the boob around, except orgasm while
she caressed the second as she moved it.
"Oh yes, Hanky was an evil boy! However, you will make amends for it, Rhiannon will
make quite certain of it," Joni informed me.
While I was on all fours, Joni slipped her big cock into me once again, and the feeling was
incredible. I was once again whole.
Her hips slammed into my huge soft butt, making it shimmy as if it were Jell-O. My
boobs, even though they were lying quite firmly on the bed, had quivers flowing out from my
chest, right to the end and then reflected back towards me, intercepting other out-going quivers.
The sensation was indescribably luscious.
I supported myself on one arm for a bit to reach out and play with my sensual boob, but
Joni's ass slamming was too much for me, to do it for long, that and the multiple orgasms
turning my brain to mush.
In the midst of one lightning, star filled orgasm I caught a golden flash from my peripheral
vision, but was too caught-up in pleasure to be bothered to look closer.
"You're doing a fine job of fucking this slut Joni," Rhiannon quietly stated.
Joni, breathing hard, replied, "Thank you Mistress Rhiannon, anything to please you."
"Hmm, do you think Hanky would enjoy a bigger cock?" Rhiannon asked her, with a
vengeful glint in her eye.
"I am sure she would Miss Rhiannon," Joni answer with great trepidation.
"Don't you worry Joni, this will only be a temporary upgrade. Enjoy it while you have it,"
Mistress Rhiannon cooed to the frightened woman.
I could feel Joni's dick swell up inside me as if it were a rigid balloon and the slap of her
fuzzy balls began to feel as if it were the hammering of shot-putt size melons on my soft ass.
I was so tight around her that she could barely slide in and out of me. I loved every
second of it though, being so full of her and yelping out my pleasure with each thrust.
"You know Joni, you look thirsty to me. Are you, honey?" Rhiannon prompted.
"Yes my mistress, I am thirsty," Joni replied knowing full well that's what Rhiannon
wanted to hear.
"Your goddess provides," Rhiannon stated.
I felt my breast swell and become heavier. They ached with their fullness, and I could feel
my nipples grow wet. I felt someone lift one of those gigantic orbs up in her feminine hands.
"Here you go Joni, some milk to give you increased stamina," Rhiannon urged, offering my
nipple to her.
Joni started sucking my teat and between the relief and the sexual stimulation, it sent me
over the orgasm precipice once again.
"I've turned you into a moo cow Hanky. You will need milking plenty often now. Consider
this payment for making your sweet boy think that it was his fault that his mother died, you
piece of shit!" Rhiannon yelled in my ear, with great vehemence, and then winked out, leaving the
room.
"Mmm, you have such sweet thick milk Hanky. I sure wouldn't want to be in your panties
honey," Joni declared as she fucked me faster and harder than ever.
Not long after that, she exploded into my womb. The force of her ejaculation had sperm
flowing out around her massive cock on all sides. My thighs and stomach were covered in thick
slimy sperm.
Her orgasm triggered my own orgasm and I bit into the pillow so hard that I made a hole
in the casing. I was so insane from that I didn't even know my own name.
Nevertheless, when she pulled out of me, it felt as if she gutted me. I would do anything
just to get that back inside me.
"Please don't stop Joni. I need you so bad..." I whined.
"Here, suck on your other nipple for a little while," she demanded, handing me my teat.
I did, as she desired, feeling the bliss of pressure reducing in my aching boob and the
flashes of pleasure playing about my synapses. My milk was indeed sweet and thick, reviving my
tired body and making me ready for another two or three days of fucking.
"You look much better now baby, so back on your knees," Joni insisted, helping me roll
back over.
"Joni, what did you do that made you into a woman with a huge dick?" I pried, my mind
barely my own for the moment.
"I took advantage of a boy in my class. Therefore, I must experience the desires a young
boy goes through in puberty. I can't look masculine, which would make getting what I desire
much too easy," she informed me. "Now you delicious slut whore, relax your muscles at this
end."
I did and she took her sperm soaked cock and started ramming in my bunghole.
"My ass?" I asked fearfully.
"Most certainly. The mistress requires her sluts to be, filled with jizzum in every orifice,
and I would never do anything to displease her. The repercussions are too terrifying to be
risked," Joni almost apologetically replied.
My tight ass finally, painfully yielded to her gigantic member.
"You might want to take your hand to your clit while a butt fuck you," she suggested.
I took her suggestion and it wasn't long before I took my other hand and had it rammed
up to my wrist in my cunt as I diddled my clit. My torso was supported solely by my mammoth
mammaries, which were leaking milk onto the bed as she fucked my sore ass.
Joni had me scream through three intense orgasms before depositing her incredible load
in my widely stretched colon, with plenty spewing out to slime my legs and back.
Joni flopped me over stuffed a teat into my mouth, one of my hands into my cunt, and the
other on top of my clittie, "Here, you do yourself while I go wash off my meat."
Now I found myself yearning for my ass to be filled as well as my fist filled love hole, but
my desperate diddling kept me from loosing my mind all together as my milk revitalized me.
Joni returned and asked, "Since I washed my dick, will you suck it?"
I wanted to say no, but my cravings and bodily yearnings took over and I rotated my body
and my boobs on the bed so that my face would be available for her use.
I spent the next full day sucking sperm from her, and having Joni inject my cunt and ass
with huge amounts of her sperm. I was more and more frightened with each and every load I
consumed. I was coming to love the taste.
School Daze - Tamara
***************************
Mom woke me and we breakfasted together as we had the day before. This morning
however mom gave me some jeans to wear and a very girly t-shirt.
"Mom, does this t-shirt make my boobs look too big?" I asked her, while I stared at the
bumps on my chest.
"Yes, it does make them look enticing," mom answered with a grin.
"You were worried about how my butt looked when we bought these jeans, but I think my
fanny grew since then. I had to jump up and down to pull them up and then I had to roll around
on the bed to get them to snap," I confessed.
"That's to be expected with your newly washed jeans honey. They tend to shrink up a
little in the wash. After you wear them for a few minutes they will relax a little," she informed
me, "Are you ready for me to take you to school?"
"Sure mom and thanks. You're a terrific mom," I told her out of the blue.
"Thank you precious. That means a lot to me," she hugged me and we left to take me to
school.
I was early so I was able to hug my godmother before any of the other students arrived,
"Miss Rhiannon, are you singing in your band tonight?" I pried.
"I sure am. Hey, can I dedicate a song to my new goddaughter tonight?"
"I'd like that," I told her. "I've never had anyone dedicate a song to me before."
"Technically, you're correct. However, Roger did have a song dedicated to him a few days
ago," Rhiannon, informed me.
"Wow, that nice. It was you then too, wasn't it?" I assumed.
"Yes it was, and it will be again tonight," she assured me with a hug.
"I'm glad you're my godmother," I hugged her back tightly.
With things more relaxed at school the other girls were more comfortable talking with me
than they might have been before.
Lori was as friendly as ever. I think that she and I are going to be best friends. I rely on
her and she seems to overlook my feminine fopas. She would help me out when I acted too much
like a boy and I tried to help her with anything I could.
The one subject I knew more about was, boys although she really didn't seem too
interested in them.
I started to learn about the kinds of things girls liked to talk about, and fashions was one
on the top of the list. I was thinking to myself how much I appreciated mom taking me shopping
or else I wouldn't have anything to add to the conversation. As it was I had to do plenty of
listening, but I was learning plenty all of the time.
Frankly, I was having so much fun that I was almost stunned when my stomach started
cramping up on me.
Luckily, Miss Rhiannon noticed that I was off my feed, "Judging by your face Miss
Cromwell, you are not feeling well. Please come with me while the rest of the class works on their
assignments."
Once she had me in the hallway alone she asked, "It's evident that you are not feeling well
Tamara, so please tell me what's wrong?"
"My stomach is kind of knotted," I admitted, holding my tummy with my hands.
"Uh oh..." Rhiannon snagged my hand and took me into the lady teacher's restroom with
her.
I was reluctant to go in with her because it was for the teachers, but Rhiannon insisted
that it was okay and I followed her in.
"Okay Tamara, into a stall with me please. Now pull down your jeans and panties. I need
to look for something," Rhiannon instructed.
I did as she told me and yelped, "I'm bleeding..."
"Calm down honey. It's okay. You're just menstruating. It's a natural thing for us women
Tamara. Most girls don't start this early, but to give you those nice boobies, your body is just
more mature than the other girl's bodies. This means that you're a woman now sweetie,"
Rhiannon told me. Just stand there for a minute. I'll be right back."
When she returned she handed me a big bandage to put in my panties. She called it a
'Maxi Pad' and said I would have to wear one in my panties for five days, maybe six. Additionally
I will have to wear one in my panties in bed.
"Your body is just cleaning out your womb and getting prepared to accept a fetus if you
were wanting to get pregnant. I'll talk to your mom and have her come to get you," she said,
"Now come with me. We're going to have you lay down in the nurses office until she gets here."
While we were walking to the nurse's office, godmother flipped open her phone and said,
"Conni? This is Rhiannon. Yes, I think you will need to take Tamara home for the rest of the
day. No, she isn't in trouble. No, she's not sick either. Tamara is just having her first period.
No, it's not all that unusual. Most girls don't start until they're around eleven, that's true.
Actually, I think it is probably my fault. You know those boobs that she wanted? Well, you and I
both know what makes them grow. Yes, I'm afraid so. No, I don't think she was embarrassed in
front of the class. I caught it quickly enough and took her to the ladies room with me. Okay,
she'll be lying down in the nurse's office when you get here. It's my pleasure Conni. See you."
"Your mom will be here in fifteen minutes Tamara. You don't mind if I look in on you
tonight before I head off to sing do you?" godmother asked.
"I'd like that. Thank you for taking such good care of me, go... ah, Miss Rhiannon," I
choked back the word before actually saying it.
"We're alone in a hallway dear. It's okay, no harm done," she claimed as we passed into
the school office.
"Becky? Are you in here?" Rhiannon called out as we entered the nurse's office.
"Right here Rhiannon. What's up?"
"I have a precious young girl here who just became a woman. Her mom is coming to get
her and should be here in about fifteen minutes. Can she lay down until she gets here?"
"She most certainly can. My, you are young for this, but I've heard of it happening. It's
nothing to worry about, but you will not feel very good until it passes. Kick your shoes off and
lay down," she fretted over me like a mother hen, "Rhiannon, did you take care of...?"
"That's all handled," godmother assured her. "Don't tell anyone, but Tamara is my
goddaughter, so it's like my job to help her anyway."
"Is she really?"
"I'm the one who named her," Rhiannon assured her.
Becky looked to me for confirmation, so I nodded my assurance.
"Okay, well she's in the hands of a professional now, so you run back to those other
children before they set the building on fire or something," Becky shoed her.
Rhiannon winked at me on her way out and I just lay there. It wasn't really very bad. I'd
ached a lot worse after dad punished me, but I let them pamper me, cause mom said I could and
should act like a sissy now that I'm a girl.
This girl's body should have come with an instruction manual. Of course, girls don't have
to worry about their thing dangling out of their underwear. Having a smooth bottom was nice
that way at least. Nevertheless, guys only have to give it a few shakes when they pee, whereas
girls have to take off their clothes, sit, and then wipe. Then again, boys don't bleed out of their
things, or at least I don't think they do, not having quite reached puberty as a boy yet.
I thought about all of this while I lay there waiting for mom. At least I get to act as if it
hurts when it does, as a girl. I don't have to pretend that I'm not hurt, just so I don't get hurt
more.
'I wonder how much I'm bleeding? Can I bleed to death this way, or does the big bandage
on my butt stop the bleeding? Do all girls do this, or just the ones with boobies? Does this mean
that I can have my own little girl when I grow up? Boy, if I do, I sure would never be mean to
her. I'd hug her and dress her in soft and pretty clothes... and... and take her shopping,' I
decided as I daydreamed.
"Do you have my darling daughter here Nurse Becky?" I heard mom ask.
I sat up, swung my legs off the couch, and slipped them in my pumps, "In here mom."
I got to my feet and suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my tummy, but I only hesitated a little
as I stood.
"I'm feeling okay. You didn't have to leave work for me," I bravely told her shuffling over to
where she was standing.
"You are going to come with me honey. When I get you in the car I'll give you a couple of
Midol and we're going to introduce you to my OBGYN," mom enlightened me.
I had no idea what an OBGYN was, so I didn't say anything.
"You're definitely not feeling up to par," mom announced as she hugged me and began
walking me towards the door. She stopped us briefly outside out of my class, got Rhiannon's
attention and when she came out to the hallway mom said, "Thank you Rhiannon. This can be
tough on a girl, especially if it happens and she doesn't have someone to help her."
"Oh, don't say another word. I'd have done it for any of my students, but I was especially
glad to do it for my goddaughter. I'll swing by after school and see how thing are going if you
don't mind."
"My home is your home," mom told her and we were on our way.
Belted in the Jaguar and on the road I asked, "Mom, what's an OBGYN?"
"An OBGYN, or OBstetrics and GYNecology doctor, is a doctor who specializes in the
special problems which only women have. What you are going through today is something only
women go through. It's natural and normal. I just want you to be checked out by the doctor
since this is your first time," mom told me reassuringly.
"Is there a lot more stuff that's going to surprise me about being a girl mom?"
"This is probably the big one for most girls, but they are usually expecting it. Soon their
mothers will be warning them that this will be happening to them, so it won't surprise them. You
are just an early bloomer and I didn't have time to warn you. It would surprise any of the other
girls in your class at your age too honey, so it's not just because you were a boy. Just think, now
you will be able to help the other girls when they have their first period," mother bantered as she
drove us.
"Their first period?" I asked confused as to what she meant.
"That's a common slang term for when a girl is menstruating. It's also referred to as
'Being on the rag'. Since women often use a sanitary napkin during that time of the month.
We'll talk about the other ways to deal with your period at the doctor's office," mom told me as
she parked the Jaguar and we headed into the medical building.
As we waited to be called, mom filled me in with another vital piece of information, "I don't
want to scare you Tamara, but when you go in there, Dr. Wimbush is going to examine your
private parts. It's something we need to do. She will put something inside your vulva and
inspect your female parts. I don't want you to be frightened."
"Okay, if that's what girls do, I think it's something I should do too," I reasoned.
"That's the spirit," mom said, just as we were called back to the exam room.
"Hi there Tamara, is this your first pelvic exam?" the nurse asked me with a smile.
"Yes, it sure is."
"Has your mom filled you in on what the doctor will be doing today?" the nurse asked.
"Yes, she has."
Alright then sweetheart, disrobe completely and put this gown on," she said as she handed
me, a pale-pink, cotton, open back gown with little red and blue flowers all over it, and then she
left.
I stripped, but had no idea what to do with my sanitary napkin. Mom knew where they
went and how to keep me from making a mess while we waited.
"Hi Tamara. Hi Conni. So, you've started menstruating have you, young lady? Well let
me have a look to make sure it's not something else which has caused the bleeding," the lady
doctor began, "First I want to get your vitals and do a general inspection of your body, so I'd like
you to remove the gown and just stand there for a minute."
I did it and she looked under my arms and all over my body then she asked, "I need to
palpitate your breasts, so just relax," and she pushed on my boobies and nipples, declaring,
"Those feel normal, although I would expect them on a much older girl. You can put the gown
back on and the hop up on the exam table please."
Up I went while she checked my blood pressure and listened to my heart and lungs,
"Everything is fine. Now onto the tough one Tamara, lay back onto the table and I'll help you put
your feet in these stirrups."
She put my feet up and to the sides and my whole bottom was exposed to her, "This is
going to be a bit uncomfortable, but it won't take long."
I felt her stick her slimy fingers inside me and feel around and the next thing that
happened was a warm metal tool was, slowly pushed inside me and then it expanded! Man, that
felt weird!
She pulled it out but my hole didn't close up right away, so it felt like it was still inside me
for a while and the jelly she used made me feel all slippery down there.
"Everything is completely normal hon.. Now we'll get some blood and check that out," the
doctor said while she poked me in the arm with the Vacutainer.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? You can get dressed now and you'll find tampons and
Maxipads in that cabinet," she pointed to it. "I'll be back in a few minutes to give you a
preliminary."
She left and mom helped me clean up and put a new pad in my panties.
Dr. Wimbush came back in and informed us, "Well even though it is unusual for a girl this
young to be menstruating, it's not without precedence. As far as the physical exam goes you're a
completely normal girl. The breast development is consistent with the fact that you are
menstruating so it simply appears that you are blossoming a bit earlier than your peers will,
Tamara. I have a few pamphlets here for you to read and you will need to have a long talk with
your mother about how to handle your period. However, it appears that it is simply time to
welcome you to womanhood," she held out her hand and I shook it.
"Conni, I'll call you when the blood work comes back and then mail you a copy of the
report. You might want to schedule a mammogram for Tamara sometime in the near future too,"
she told mom.
We settled-up at reception, and then headed back for home.
Rhiannon was waiting for us in the driveway, "Can you spare a cup of coffee?"
"Sure can, just let me get the door open," mom opened the garage and I opened the front
door while mom made coffee.
"Are you feeling better now hon.?" she asked after hugging me.
"I didn't feel all that bad at school either. I hurt a whole lot worse in class lots of times
before," I admitted.
"I'm so sorry Tamara. I promise to do better in the future. You have to admit though, you
were very good at hiding your pain," Rhiannon said with a tear in her eye. "I'm just so glad that
Dawn caught on."
"Would you thank her for me godmother. I think I owe her a lot."
"A whole lot of people owe my other goddaughter plenty. She's good people. I'll have to
bring you by her shop some day. No tattoos for you until you're old enough to make an informed
decision though," Rhiannon warned me.
"How do tattoos come into this godmother?"
"Oh, yes, you wouldn't know, would you? Dawn owns a tattoo parlor, that's how they
come into this."
"Oh," I said.
We were coming into the kitchen about then and mom and Rhiannon hugged each other.
"So, did the doctor tell you that I do good work?" Rhiannon said smiling broadly.
"Yes, the doctor confirms that Tamara is a healthy happy girl with the body of a ten year
old," mom told her.
"Tamara is the hottest eight year old in the state," Rhiannon stated unequivocally, "I
think, she takes after her godmother don't you Conni?"
"I'm sure of it. Her mom's only got a D cup and I'm betting Tamara is that big by the time
she's in sixth grade," mom teased.
"And be into customs by the tenth grade," Rhiannon assured her.
"Are customs pretty and will they make my boobs look like yours?" I asked the questions
that were the most important to me.
"Sure honey. Custom means you can get them made any way you want them. I have a
couple of good seamstresses who do mine. If I see something I like, I give them a picture and
they make one for me in my size. If I want one with a slight difference, like maybe, satin cups
with lace over, I have her make it that way."
"It sure feels nicer to be a girl than being a boy... Ouch! Ooh... Cramps," I declared.
Mom and Rhiannon broke up laughing.
Rhiannon hugged me and said, "Sorry sweetie. I have to jet though, 'Sweet & Evil', will
skin me if I don't get to the club on time."
She hugged mom and I, and then waved goodbye as she left to climb into her car.
We finished off our evening with dinner and education on how to deal with menstruation.
Planning - Narrator
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"Hello? Dawn? This is Rhiannon. I think we can step Hanky up to the next phase."
"Right, have you got enough lined up for tonight or should I make an announcement at
the show?"
"I agree the more the merrier. Expect company later. See you honey. I love you too,"
Rhiannon smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of her latest gig.
A New Name for Hank - Hank
***********************************
"Oh, please! Someone fuck me!" I was nearly insane with desire.
Dawn walked into the room with a couple of the other girls and had me transported to
another room... one with a door that opened to the outside world, "Time to clean your cum
soaked room up some Hanky. The girls are giving you a sponge bath, so don't expect them to
pleasure you and I'll see to it that you get plenty of more sex as soon as you're clean."
"Oh thank you mistress Dawn! I don't deserve your kindness! Oh god I need a fuck!" I
screamed, begged, and whined.
It seemed like forever before they finished cleaning me of crusty dried sperm and pussy
juices.
"There, you are all cleaned up and ready for sex! Okay girls, back to your rooms," Dawn
ordered.
I was shocked and frightened. How could she promise me sex and then send my
playmates to bed? However by now, I was smart enough to keep my swollen lips shut.
"Where oh where are we going to find someone to fuck poor Hanky?" Dawn wondered
aloud. "Maybe through this door?" she said as she opened the door to the outside.
I looked through the open door and screamed!
Dawn closed the door and said, "Well if you feel that way about it! No sex for Hanky!"
She was on her way to leave the room and I stammered, "You can't be serious? You want
me to fuck... to fuck... to fuck GUYS?"
"I most certainly do! Believe me, after your sperm cravings have had a while to work on
you, you'll suck, fuck, and do anything you possibly can to get some. It's your choice, suck
cocks, or go insane. Of course, if you go insane, it will be insane for sperm. If you don't get at
least a quart of sperm a day, your cravings become greater. If you get enough, then soon your
boobs will shrink down to a size, which will allow you to walk on your own."
"So when they are small enough, I won't have to... ugh... drink a quart of sperm a day any
longer?" I asked, hoping I was right.
"You misunderstand honey. You need a quart of sperm in you, yes. However, you need at
least a cup in your pussy, a cup in your anus and a pint in your stomach. It can't all come from
one male either. These were Rhiannon's requirements, the highest ever required of a slut to date,
congratulations on the record by the way. Now, you can either get your nourishment right here,
or when you go crazy, you will get it from everywhere as you wander the streets begging for
sperm. You can't wander though can you? Your boobs are too big for you to heft aren't they
sweetie? Well, last chance. Do you want sperm, or do you want to wait until you can't help
yourself?"
I cried, I moaned, I pleaded, and predictably, I acquiesced.
Dawn opened the door again and declared, "She's all yours boys! Fuck her brains out!"
'I'm not even a whore,' I thought to myself, 'I'm fucking and sucking free. I'm just a
worthless slut!'
Right then, some faceless guy offered up his prick for my lips to pleasure, and my cravings
overrode my disgust so I performed my first blowjob on a man, while being fucked from behind
and nursing two other guys.
It didn't take me long to be rewarded with creamy loads for my cravings. The guys were
quickly switched for new ones. I became more and more eager to suck their cocks, and be
fucked by them. Luckily, I was able to convince some of the guys to fuck my ass too. Once I had
received my reward, I started to be able to think again, as my craving slowly diminished.
'How the hell will I know when I have enough sperm to meet my requirement?' I wondered.
'I guess I just have to make sure I have way more than minimum.'
Today wouldn't be a problem. I was swimming in cocks and sperm in no time.
As soon as two or three guys were satisfied, two or three more took their place. I lost track
of time and no one could count how many times I came. I was the Timex of sluts, I give a licking
and keep on fucking!
I heard one of the guys exclaim, "Damn, this slut can sure take a cock! Ughn, yah baby,
suck all that cum off my dick!"
"Hell, this end has so much sperm drooling from her cunt, I'm getting it all over my balls.
We have to get someone to hose her out. It's like fucking a blow up doll after twenty or thirty
other guys."
This was no revelation to me. There was a puddle all around my knees on the bed and I
could feel the slime flowing down my legs in rivers.
As soon as that team finished with me, the doors closed and a couple of my girlfriends
came in and cleaned the bed, the floor, and me.
"Don't say anything. Were just cleaning you off so more guys will fuck you, Dawn's
orders," one of the girls informed me. They finished cleaning me quickly and opened the door to
the long line of men, who were waiting for their turn.
That same scenario played out time and again and I couldn't stop fucking, even if I had
wanted to. Thank goodness that my boobs were still supplying me with the milk, which so
revitalized me.
Unfortunately, for me, some of the guys saw me nursing on my massive boobs and they
gave it a try too. Imagine their surprise when their dicks became steel-hard and ready to fuck
the slut a whole lot more!
Some of them even persuaded the girls to let them nurse, while I was cleaned up, which
lead to plenty more sperm infusions. I watched the sun come up before the line outside dwindled
and the girls finally cut me off from my supply.
"Come with me, Hanky. You are to be bathed and femininely dressed in a nightie and
then Dawn wants to talk to you," Duany informed me. "I don't know what kind of a scum bag
you used to be Hanky, but you must have been a real piece of work. I was a total asshole, and
she didn't do nearly this much to me."
"I just wish you were sporting a big cock right now... I want a dick in my mouth so badly
you'll never believe!"
"Somehow I believe you will have your wish fulfilled shortly, girl!" Duany laughed as she
began scrubbing the caked on jizzum off my body.
She cleaned me up, while I diddled myself through a few good orgasms and then led me
back to the room I had started in.
"Ah, good to see you all prettied up Hanky. You will actually get a chance for some sleep
after your enthusiastic performance. Duany, wheel Hanky's boobs over to the bed and get her
laying down, won't you love?" Dawn asked the hugely busted woman, who was pushing my boobs
down the hallway on a tall table so that I could walk along with them.
Once my jiggly boobs and wiggly butt were lying on the bed, Dawn went on, "Now the only
way you will be able to relax and sleep Hanky, is if you have this up your butt," she handed me a
large penis shaped dong, "this up your cunt," she handed me an even bigger vibrator, "and this
down your throat, strapped in tightly. Well, what are you waiting for? Get to inserting them or
I'll take them away and you can lie there and try to diddle yourself asleep. It won't work though,
but you can try!"
I knew better than to try not doing what Dawn recommended, so I inserted all of her 'gifts'
as she recommended and she padlocked the strap behind my head to keep the cock gag she
proffered in place.
"Good girl, Hanky. Now for the final touch... I attach the tube to your gag and activate the
sperm pump. Enjoy your jizzum filled nap dear," she taunted as she left me
I only had to swallow infrequently so it didn't take much effort to keep from drowning, the
pump just made certain that the taste of sperm filled my mouth while I slept. I was out like a
light in a few minutes.
Girlfriends - Tamara
*************************
At school, the other girls were all asking me what had happened the day before, so I put it
off until they became insistent and I finally told them, "I was... uh... well, the nurse said I'm a
woman now."
I was surprised to find out that better than half of them understood what that meant.
Even Lori, when she pulled me aside and said, "So, you're on the rag! I'm so jealous. No
wonder you have boobs Tamara. I can't wait until I have the curse too."
"You... you, want to bleed?" I asked in disbelief.
"Of course silly! It means you're a woman and can have babies," she gushed happily.
"Wow, my new friend is already a woman, this is so awesome! Cathy and Tiffany are so jealous
they have been trying to start the rumor that you are really a year older than we are."
"I am not," I declared in my own defense.
"That's what I told them. I knew that you weren't, because your twin was the same age as
us. That and Rhiannon wouldn't lie and say that you're our age. That shut them up but quick.
Nobody accuses her of anything unless they are darned sure of it, at least not if they think they
would be caught," Lori giggled.
"That's a good policy," I agreed, thinking, 'Especially if they are boys... and want to stay
that way.'
"That's right, Miss Rhiannon took you to the nurses yesterday," she recalled. "I don't care
what the rumors are about her, I like Miss Rhiannon."
"She likes you too," I assured her, but then I added, "I'm sure she likes all of her
students."
Lori looked at me funny, but didn't say anything.
The topic changed to fashions and what the other girls were doing, or saying. The rest of
the school day was mostly uneventful.
The only thing which stood out was, the fact that Tiffany who was being catty, decided to
accuse Miss Rhiannon of having Roger taken away by child services and stuck into a foster home
far away.
"Miss Rhiannon wouldn't do something like that!" I declared loudly right to her face. "She
was very upset about what happened to Roger and you shouldn't say bad things about her,
especially not when I'm close enough to hear them." I turned and walked off, Lori in tow behind
me.
"Wow, you sure went off on Tiffany. I thought you didn't know anything about Roger when
we met."
"I didn't know about him, really. I know about Miss Rhiannon though. She's the one who
fixed it so I have a mother again, so I know what a good person she is," I quickly dissembled.
'Well... it's mostly true,' I thought to myself.
"I knew you and Miss Rhiannon were friends. I could just feel it when she's around you,"
Lori confided as we headed back to the class after recess was over. "Tiffany is just upset that
Roger is gone. She really liked him, even though she never was brave enough to tell him."
"Darn, now I'm sorry for yelling at her. But she shouldn't ever blame Miss Rhiannon," I
told her, my emotions all in turmoil, "Miss Rhiannon would change the world to help any of her
students if they need her."
Lori suddenly went pale but replied, "I bet she could..."
I figured that I should shut my mouth, because I was just making Lori more suspicious.
We walked in silence for a ways and Lori declared, "Oops! I was supposed to invite you
over to my house tomorrow. It's my birthday and mom is going to have a few girls over for a
slumber party. Please, tell me you can come!"
"I... I have to ask my mom first," I replied, dearly wanting to be there.
"Well, ask her before we have to be back in class," Lori insisted.
I slapped myself on the forehead. I forgot that I have a cell phone and mom is on speed
dial, "Hello? Mom? It's me, Tamara."
I laughed when mom said, "As if I wouldn't recognize my precious daughter's voice!"
"Um... Lori asked me over to her house on Saturday night. It's her birthday and she is
having a slumber party... and..."
"Enough said sweetie. You can go. I know you'll love it. I kind of miss going to them
myself."
"Thanks mom! I'll miss being with you, mom. I have to go. Recess is over now. I love you
so much mom," I told her quickly, right before the bell rang.
"God, I love you so, Tamara. Bye hon.."
"Mom said that I could go."
Lori squealed, "We're going to have so much fun!" she jumped up and down, holding my
hands.
I wanted to jump with her, but I didn't think my tummy would like it much.
After School - Tamara
**************************
When I got home, mom was so excited about the slumber party.
I didn't have a clue what a slumber party is, so I said, "Mom, this might sound funny but,
what's a slumber party?"
"Oh, that's right... you wouldn't know. If you didn't know what it was sweetie, why did
you ask me to go?"
"Lori is kind of my best friend... and she wanted me to be there. It's her birthday party
too, so I figure I should be there," I answered, wondering if I was in trouble now.
"That's very sweet of you dear and I know you won't regret asking to go. Slumber parties
are for girls only. It's when your girlfriends all get together for a party and sleepover at
someone's house. They stay up late and play games, tell stories, dress up their dolls, and
generally get silly," she told me with a huge smile.
I relaxed right away, but realized right away, "Um, mom, I don't have any dolls and I don't
know girl's games."
"Oh... that's right! You could be found-out..." she bit her lower lip lost in thought.
Conversation - Narrator
****************************
Finally, she got up and grabbed the phone, "Rhiannon, this is Conni. We have a minor
emergency I could use your advice on how to handle it."
"Sure hon.. What's up?"
"Tamara's going to a slumber party," mom told her.
"Good for her, so what's the problem?" Rhiannon asked, driving the Ferrari, using her
hands-free cell connection.
"Tamara has never played with dolls...? She doesn't know any games that girls play at
slumber parties...? You know... girl stuff."
"Conni, I hate to say this, I haven't been to a slumber party as a girl in a couple of
thousand years..."
"Oh-my-god, that's right! I guess I just need some help giving Tamara a crash course on
playing with dolls and all. Do you have any ideas?"
"Hold for a second, I'm putting us on a three-way," Rhiannon replied.
"Hi godmother. What can I do for you?" Dawn answered.
"Dawn baby, could you give Conni and Tamara a hand? Your god-sister needs to know
how to play with dolls and slumber party stuff. By-the-way, Conni, whose slumber party?"
Rhiannon asked.
Dawn replied, "I'd love to help! It would give me a chance to spend some time in the 'light
side' of the force."
"The party is for that little cutie Tamara has made friends with, Lori Lovette," mom
interjected.
"Lori? That's perfect!" Rhiannon declared, "I know her aunt!"
"Lovette? Oh yes, she's a darling!" Dawn declared.
"You know, I think we could wrangle our way into this slumber party. Hang on, I'm going
to a four-way."
"This is the Lovette residence."
"Lovette, this is Rhiannon and I have Dawn Whitham on the line with me, along with the
mother of one of your niece's friends."
"Rhiannon, Dawn, so good to hear from you. To what do I owe this lovely surprise?"
"Well darling, I have a nervous mother who is just getting to know the daughter who was
raised by her father, but is now with mom once again, after her other daughter passed away.
You are getting the general mood I hope."
"Oh, I understand completely. How can I help?" Lovette asked brightly.
"First off, are you attending the birthday party?" Rhiannon pried.
"Actually, it had slipped my mind, but I think I should wrangle my way into her party. I
get the feeling that you and the rest of the posse want to come as well?" Lovette giggled good-
naturedly.
"Ah, you still read minds I see. Yes, Tamara's mom would be relieved to join the rest of us.
However, I think that the grownup girls could have a great time, while the girls get silly on their
own. Are you up for that hon.?" Rhiannon proposed.
"That would be fun... We'll have to be cool though. My sister is straight," Lovette warned.
"Not a problem hon.. How soon do you think you can get back to me if you sister goes for
it?"
"I'll call you in ten minutes. You're still calling from that Ferrari, aren't you?"
"I've got to get a better muffler for this thing," Rhiannon teased.
"Okay, talk to you in a bit, bye now," Lovette clicked off the connection.
"Me too, I'll be over to your house in a bit Conni," Dawn promised.
"Great, that's a relief. Thanks Dawn. Thanks Rhiannon," Conni declared as she severed
the connection.
Mom and Dawn Teach Dolls - Tamara
**********************************************
"Well Tamara, your problems are solved. Dawn will be here in just a few minutes to help
with doll play and girl games. Rhiannon is wangling an invitation for Dawn, Lovette, herself, and
I to go to the party with you," mom informed me with a big hug.
"But Lori was coming anyway. It would be silly to have a party for her without her being
there," I decided.
Mom started laughing and once she caught her breath she said, "Ah, you're a treasure,
Tamara. Lori's last name is Lovette, but her aunt uses it as her stage name too. Therefore, it will
be the grownup girls and the birthday party girls in double parties. That way, we can be there to
cover for any possible mix-ups."
"How does that get me dolls, to play with?" I asked, always the practical girl.
"Come along to your room Tamara, your sister had a lovely collection which I know she
would want to pass on to you," mom took me by the hand and we wiggled our way into my
bedroom.
"You know mom, being a girl is a lot jigglier than being a boy was," I observed.
"You notice the funniest things sometimes Tamara. I'm so used to it, I hardly even think
about it. I suppose you're right though, even though you are just barely jiggling at your age.
However, we need to introduce you to Barbie and her friend, so you can fit in with the other
girls," mom announced as she refocused us on what was important.
The doorbell rang, so we raced each other to answer it. Even though mom jiggles more
than I do, she still beat me to it.
"Dawn!" I squealed, throwing my arms around her small waist.
Mom just stood there and stared.
"Are you two going to ask me in, or is Conni going to try and do laundry on my abs?"
Conni blushed and said, "Please come in, Dawn. I'm sorry if I was staring, but it's the first
time I've seen you without your, ah... gold suit and mask."
"It's alright Conni. I'm just pleased to be able to hang out with my god-sister."
"Wow, I've got the toughest god-sister ever! Um... would you mind if I felt you muscles?" I
asked her uncertainly as we all made our way towards my bedroom.
"Here, go ahead," she told me as she flexed her huge bicep.
"It's like rocks. Mom, you've got to feel this!" I enthused.
Mom blushed three shades of crimson until Dawn said, "Go ahead, I know you want to."
Mom's feel was a lot gentler than mine was. She even got Dawn to moan as she did it.
"Sheesh, you have lovely soft hands there, Conni!" Dawn replied breathily.
"You have such delicious muscles too, god-sister Dawn," mom purred back. "I heard that
I have you to thank for my precious Tamara."
It was Dawn's turn to blush, "Oh, it's not all my doing. We have a small network of ladies
who are on the lookout for candidates to participate in Rhiannon's special kind of punishment. I
almost wound up buying a new shop over my sweet god-sister there." Dawn smiled
mischievously, ruffling my hair with one of her strong hands. "When she heard what was
happening to you... well I'm just glad I got her attention away from her anger."
"I understand fully. When I told her it was my fault that mom died..." I gulped loudly right
at this point.
"I thought she was going to harm Tamara," mom interjected.
"Nah, she wouldn't allow anything to happen to either of you, but your house might have
needed some remodeling. I had a little shop once that was nearly flattened when she was pissed.
That was before I learned to break her concentration," Dawn confided to us, "Of course I wound
up with newer and better stuff. Godmother paid for everything. I just don't like to see her paying
good money for something I can stop with a word or two."
"I thought I was dead," I admitted to her.
"She would never harm a child Tamara. Rhiannon has rules that she won't break. She
has some rules that can be broken, but only if a child is in danger, and then only if there is no
other way to help that child. Tamara is the first child she has allowed to be orphaned in forty
years. I thought I wouldn't be able to stop her from doing serious damage when she learned it
was you. I would have rather been locked in a phone booth with a cougar than tell her
something like that."
"Every time I learned more of what Tamara went through I wanted to take vengeance for
it," agreed Conni as we entered my room and she opened the closet.
"Don't you worry, Rhiannon is a 'VERY' good teacher," Dawn chuckled.
"I think she is a wonderful teacher. I'm so glad that the other kids and I get to be in her
class. She's better than watching Television. All of the kids in the third grade want to be in her
class, and all of the boys want to ride in her car..." I giggled, "But that might have changed
because the last boy who got a ride, didn't come back."
"Well, actually she did," Dawn, corrected, "just a whole lot prettier."
"You, think I'm pretty?" I asked blushing at the compliment.
"You, my sweet god-sister, are gorgeous. If anybody tells you different, you call me and I'll
thrash them good," Dawn declared making a big muscle. "I'm kidding of course. I don't hurt
people unless it's absolutely necessary."
"What kind of car do you have god-sister Dawn?" I asked envisioning a big monster truck
or something for her.
"You didn't see my hog when you let me in?" she asked, walking over to my window to
point it out in the driveway.
"What hog?"
"The Harley Davidson motorcycle, hon.. Some people call them 'hogs'. In 1914, Harley
formed its own racing team, called the 'Wrecking Crew'. One of the Harley team riders adopted a
baby pig as a mascot, he called it 'Hog', and it became associated with Harley-Davidsons since
then. Even if the corporate folks started, Harley Owner's Group, to be able to trademark the
word, that's the real reason for it."
"Wow, I bet lots of people don't know that. You sure are smart," I told her.
"Just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean I can't like some of the same stuff guys like. I still
like being feminine too, mind you. I sure remember playing with dolls as a young girl too, so let
me show you some of the fun we had during slumber parties," Dawn started pulling out the dolls
and their clothes.
"Things have changed since I was a girl though. The fashions are different but the
important thing is learning what clothes go together on her, and for what occasions she would
wear them."
Dawn started showing me how to coordinate the clothes and I learned a whole lot about
the things that girls wear. There was even a makeup kit to teach girls how to put it on. Dawn
showed me how to take care of my 'babies', and then she was showing me games like, 'spin the
bottle' and 'truth or dare'.
"You do have an advantage over all of the other girls and even your mom and me. When
the girls start talking about boys, you will be the expert. Not matter what one of the girls thinks
she knows about guys, you are going to know for certain, so be careful and think carefully about
correcting some of their misconceptions. It could lead to someone finding out who you were. On
the other hand, you could be responsible for your friends knowing more about guys than any
other girls around, just make sure they learn it slowly and try to attribute the knowledge to say...
your 'fictious' father, Conni's ex-husband. You should deal with those issues later though."
"How should she bail out if she's in trouble Dawn," mom interposed, "a good catch all
excuse for her to seek our help?"
"Well... you are the only girl in your class who is menstruating, so you could claim a 'pad
failure' or say, 'It's time for my Midol.' and then head for the kitchen or bathroom. The old,
'holding your stomach and claiming, 'cramps'', and rushing out, ploy should work really well.
Your girlfriends will all be understanding, even though they have never had 'cramps'," she
laughed at the thought.
"It doesn't really hurt that much god-sister Dawn. I hurt a whole lot worse than this lots
of times before..." I claimed, innocently.
Dawn snapped the mascara tube in two, accidentally right then, "Oh, Damn, sorry
Tamara, I didn't mean to break it."
"It's okay Dawn, I have another one she can have... a real one," mom comforted her, "I
understand completely. If I was as strong as you I probably would have dug fingerprints into the
wallboard just now."
"Did I say something wrong?" I fretted.
"No dear, you didn't. We're just glad that your periods are so mild," Dawn lied, giving
mom a sideways glance.
They coached me for some time after that, until I was becoming sleepy-eyed, "I think
Tamara is getting tired Conni, and we can continue this tomorrow morning if you like," Dawn
suggested.
"Good idea. Let's dress Tamara in something sexy and soft and let her get to sleep," mom
decided, as the two women dug through my nightie drawer.
They came up with a lemon colored long length, silk nightie. Man, it caressed me all over
and the shimmery cool fabric was so nice hugging my body in bed.
Mom and Dawn tucked me in, both ladies kissed me good night, and I fell asleep almost
immediately, sighing in the comfort of my soft night clothing.
Grownups Discuss Tamara - Narrator
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"Every time she makes light of being in pain because it's not as bad as she had it before I
just..." Conni declared between gritted teeth.
"Tell me about it. I'm the one who snapped a mascara in two. I have to admit that I was
beginning to feel sorry for Hanky, but I don't anymore."
"Who is Hanky?" Conni asked, not having heard the name before.
"Oh, Tamara's father was named Hank. We just started calling him Hanky when
Rhiannon made him a bimbo," Dawn supplied, "Why? Do you have a better name for her?"
"Brittany?" mom giggled, "or maybe Bambi?"
"Bambi Boobies... now there's a name! He, he, he," Dawn chuckled at the justice in such
a bimbo-esque name.
"That's fitting. Imagine a guy who finds out his name is the pure definition of a sex toy,"
Conni enjoyed the irony of it.
"I'll talk it over with Rhiannon, but I'm sure it will stick in this case," Dawn decided,
yawning, her own fatigue catching up with her.
"You had better head home before you fall asleep at the hog..." Conni was becoming quite
tired herself.
"It was so nice to meet you two. God I'm so glad Rhiannon has a new goddaughter. She's
like a new woman. I haven't seen her so bubbly in decades," Dawn said as she hugged Conni
goodnight.
"I feel alive myself for the first time in months. Thank you so much for my daughter.
She's so perfect I've cried myself to sleep more than once since I got her," Conni admitted as they
broke apart.
"You've handled her difficulties well Conni, though I'm sure she will be dealing with them
for many years to come. You have a tough job girl, since Tamara is so good at hiding her
problems. You will need to draw her out and get her to share herself. I don't envy you that job,
but I do envy you the loving daughter," Dawn waved as she went into the driveway to climb
aboard her yellow Harley for the ride home.
Hanks New Name - Hank
*******************************
I woke up feeling refreshed but it took a few moments for me to remember why I had a
cock gag in my mouth with the salty taste of sperm flooding my taste buds. I immediately felt the
two large items impaling my bottom, and the two giant boobs keeping me from moving very far. I
reached around to try to dislodge the cock gag but it was firmly, locked into place.
I just lay there waiting for someone to put me to some other disgusting or demeaning task.
I soon realized that I was enthusiastically sucking on the gag, drawing a thicker stream of sperm
out of the tube. It was so good, I had to get more, so I started milking the tubing to force more
into my mouth. It soothed me as if I had taken barbiturates. The more I got in me, the less I
minded sucking cocks.
I was becoming slightly bloated with the amount I had consumed by the time Dawn
returned.
"I see you have a new record Hanky. You drank a whole gallon of dick juice, you nasty
slut. Well, be that as it may, I have good news for you," she declared forcefully pumping another
full cup into my face, "It was decided by your offspring's mother that you should be called, Bambi
Boobies. I think that is just the perfect name for a whore like you. Get all that jizzum off the
cock gag so I can take it out of your perfect cock sucking mouth."
I eagerly licked up everything that was available after she had turned off the flow of sperm.
Dawn popped the gag out of my face and said, "Go ahead, and lick your spermy lips. So,
what's your name slut?"
"B... B... Bambi," I stuttered in shame.
"That's not all of it. I want the whole thing, NOW!"
"Bambi Boobies," I corrected.
"Make it a total sentence. I want you to sound as if you love your new name, or you will
not only be in major pain, you won't be getting any jizzum in the near future either!"
"My name's Bambi Boobies," I intoned perkily, in my little girl voice, punctuating it with a
giggle.
"That's better. Now say, 'My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked."
"My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked," I repeated, knowing where this was
leading.
"Add sucking cocks to that, and I think we're getting somewhere," Dawn insisted, a cruel
grimace on her face.
"My name's Bambi Boobies and I love being fucked and I love sucking big nasty cocks," I
embellished, adding a giggle, trying to avoid her adding more to the phrase by being one step
ahead of her.
"That's the spirit, but you left out those udders, so slip how much you love being milked
like a dairy cow and you finally have the right mindset," Dawn decided, not quite willing to let me
off the hook yet.
"My name's Bambi Boobies, I love being fucked, I love sucking big nasty cocks, and it
drives me wild to be milked like a Jersey cow," I supplied with the requisite giggle.
"That's lovely Bambi. Now when I have the girls come in and move you to your happy
place, I want you to announce that same thing to your adoring erect fans before I let them in to
feed you more squirmy sperm. You will do that for me, won't you Bambi?" Dawn had obviously
done this before.
I don't know what happened while I slept, but this Dawn was much crueler than when she
put me to bed, so I dared not disappoint her, "Bambi will do it for you eagerly, Miss Dawn," and I
threw in a giggle for good measure.
"You have the airhead act down quite well Bambi. See to it that you maintain the illusion
until I tell you to stop doing it."
I giggled in reply.
Dawn let three of the girls in to drag my boobs and me to the room I occupied last night. I
nearly lost it when they lifted my tits onto the rolling table, even with them ensconced in silk. I
was so weak from not using my legs or arms to move myself about they nearly had to drag me.
"What's wrong with my feet? They won't let me put my heels down anymore, Miss Dawn,"
I asked, tiptoeing behind my boobs.
"You have to wear high heels for the rest of your days Bambi. You will never get to be a
normal woman, so high heels make your legs look sexier and give your butt an alluring wiggle.
You have every advantage needed to lure men to you as if you were magnetized. Get used to it,"
she responded flatly.
"Thank you so much Miss Dawn," I figured that being polite might be my only salvation.
"Girls, before we open the doors, does anyone need a pick-me-up? If you do, go ahead and
nurse some. I'll wait," Dawn, offered to the ladies, who all three started suckling on my nipples
swapping from time to time.
"Ughn... ooh... uh..." I moaned as the intense pleasure melted my mind once again.
The girls had my cunt positively drooling by the time they were sated.
"Scoot girls," Dawn commanded as she herself vacated the room, "Remember what I told
you slut!"
The door slid open to the outside again and my supply of sperm was dangling there
waiting for me to harvest it.
Well, it was dangling until they caught a glimpse of the titty slut drooling at both ends
waiting for them.
"My name's Bambi Boobies, I love being fucked, I love sucking big nasty cocks, and it
drives me wild to be milked like a Jersey cow!" I exclaimed with a giggle. I needn't say any more
even if I could get it out around the huge piece of man meat that was fed to me.
'I was encased in cocks, all standing at attention and every one of them was for me!' I
smiled with the realization, however immediately I thought, "Oh my god, what am I thinking!'
I was unable to think about it further though, because a giant jet of jizzum fired into the
back of my throat and I moaned in the pure ecstasy of the experience. Thereafter I received
sperm donations every minute or so as I orgasmed and sucked, while supplying milk to
invigorate my studs.
Whenever a dick slipped from my mouth, I moaned and chanted, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me!" Usually, there was a penis, slipped between my lips right about then.
Hour after hour, I was, fucked, cleaned, and fucked some more.
During one cleaning Dawn came in and whispered in my ear, "I was beginning to feel sorry
for you yesterday, that is until I spoke with your offspring. You are deserving of every bit of this
and more, cunt!"
"At least I know there's a boy somewhere to carry on the family name!" I retorted, in my
one act of defiance since this hell had begun.
That bitch actually laughed! "Oh, no there isn't, Bambi!" she declared triumphantly.
I broke down crying at that point. It must be all of these feminine hormones I am awash
in, "Poor Roger... what have I done?" I blubbered continuously until someone filled my swollen
lips with a jizzum tube, whereupon I was once again, overcome with lust.
Forevermore the thoughts of Roger, no longer a man, would haunt my existence.
Prelude to a Slumber Party - Tamara
********************************************
I awoke early as usual. Saturdays were always a great time to do whatever I wanted in the
morning, dad usually slept in until noon.
My fuzzy slippers tickled my feet when I put them on. They were so cute and soft I always
smiled when I thought to myself they are mine and no one is going to be angry with me for
wearing them!
When I stumbled into the kitchen, mom was already there, waiting for me, with a hug,
"You're better than an alarm clock girl. I can set my watch by you. What should we have for
breakfast today?"
"Can I make omelets for us?" I asked hopefully.
"Only if I can coach. Is it a deal?"
"You bet! Eggs..." I recalled as I invaded the refrigerator, looking for them.
"Butter..." she offered, one of the ingredients I might not have realized I would need.
After gathering everything and placing it on the counter next to the stove, I dug out a
frying pan, dropped a dollop of butter in it, and turned up the heat.
"You amaze me all of the time Tamara," Mom proclaimed. "You already make a better
homemaker than many of your friends do, I wager!"
"I don't even know how to use a hammer..." I replied in surprise.
Mom giggled, "No, goofy, homemaker is someone who takes care of the family. Home
builders are the ones with the hammers."
"Ohhhh..." I said, while carefully cracking the eggs into the bowl. I did pretty well too. I
only had to fish out one piece of shell!
Mom handed me the whisk and showed me how it worked.
"This works better than a spoon," I realized, making the eggs all frothy.
"That's a relief," mom exclaimed.
"What's a relief?"
"I'm just happy to be able to teach you things and show you better ways than you already
know. I'm relieved that you don't know so much. It makes me feel needed."
I set the bowl down and hugged her, "I'll always need you, mom."
"You better get back to it, you don't want the butter to burn," mom refocused me, but
hugged me tightly before letting me go.
I finished making the first omelet and quickly made the second, however, mom had me
make a third. She didn't say why.
When I put the food on the table, the doorbell rang and in came my god-sister Dawn,
"Good morning ladies. Ooh, what's this? My god-sister cooks?"
"Mom, you knew Dawn was coming!" I accused with a smile.
"Sit down you two, we don't want Tamara's efforts to get cold," mom insisted.
It was a wonderful breakfast. Mom and Dawn were full of so much praise, I was
embarrassed, but it felt nice to be appreciated.
My girl training continued for a while but we soon had to break off because it was time to
get ready to go.
The phone rang and mom put it on speaker, "Hello?"
"Conni? Are my goddaughters there with you?" Rhiannon inquired.
"Yes, and they can hear you. I have the speaker phone on."
"Terrific! Well, Lovette came through. We are all invited to the slumber party, so get your
nighties ready girls. I'll be there in about a minute and we can discuss the game plan," she
informed us, "Oops, I'm in your driveway now. Answer the door girls!" She hung up the phone
without any more ado.
We raced each other to the door, opened it, and Rhiannon marched in as if she owned the
place, carrying her overnight bag, "That car is faster than I think sometimes."
"The parking outside Lori's house is going to be a real sight!" I decided.
"Yah, Lori's neighbors are going to think her place is a crack house," Dawn tittered.
"Well in literal terms..." Rhiannon started, thought better of it, and let the sentence fade.
I laughed myself into a case of hiccups though.
Mom and Dawn only let out a small snort of a laugh, but giggled at my reaction to the
pun.
Mom taught me how to stretch my diaphragm and relieve the hiccups, by over-filling my
lungs. (Moms know stuff like that.)
"What's everyone standing around for? Am I the only one eager to get to the slumber
party?" Rhiannon inquired.
We all turned into a flurry of feminine activity, packing, dressing, and primping and were
ready in no time.
"I suggest we arrive at slightly different times. Dawn, Conni, and Tamara you should
arrive first. Dawn is technically with you two, and I'll be there as Lovette's guest. That should
keep our relationship from being exposed. The girls would be wondering why the teacher showed
up with a student, but when they find out that Lovette's my friend, that should confuse the issue
enough," Rhiannon informed everyone.
"Wow, you should have been a general! You planned this as if it was a military strike," I
surmised.
"Who says that I wasn't?" Rhiannon said, shocking all three of us, including Dawn.
"Sometimes a girl just gets board. Anyway, when that slut Josephine took off on me, I decided I
didn't want to play anymore and quit at Waterloo."
"No...! You weren't..." Conni started.
"The bindings on my boobs kept coming loose. I had to hold the ends together..."
Rhiannon stated in excuse.
"So the reason you were painted with your hand..." Dawn began.
"Those hat were so cool, and the uniforms... well you know," Rhiannon blushed at the
remembrance.
I had no idea what they were talking about, but the grownups were plenty shocked, so I
stayed out of it.
"I learn things about my godmother everyday," Dawn stated in awe.
"You should have seen Josephine's face when she woke up as a man... as her little general
no less," Rhiannon smiled at that point, "Too bad she sucked at being a general."
Mom and Dawn both laughed.
"Well, don't just stand there with your mouths agape, take off you three, I'll be twenty
minutes behind you," she ordered.
Mom and Dawn saluted, so I did too and we headed out the door, Dawn to her hog, mom
and I to the Jaguar.
Secrets Slumber and Revelation - Tamara
*************************************************
We pulled into Lori's driveway and as we rang the doorbell, Dawn pulled in behind us.
"Hi Tamara," Lori stated, "This must be your mother...?
"Call me Conni," mom told her as she offered her hand.
Lori shook it and said, "Nice to meet you." However, her attention was diverted as Dawn
climbed the stairs after us.
"Lori, I want you to meet my god-sister, Dawn Whitham."
Lori froze like a deer in headlights.
Dawn took it right in stride, "Nice to meet you Lori," holding out her hand to shake.
"N... N... Hi," Lori stammered and hesitantly took Dawn's hand, not at all sure she would
get it back.
"Looks like you've never met a body builder before," a small feminine voice came from
behind Lori.
"Lovette!" Dawn exclaimed with open arms.
The two women embraced.
"Aunt Lovette?" Lori quietly stated, slightly shocked.
"Relax Lori. Dawn and I are long time friends," Lovette told her, "Looks like you have a few
new tats Dawn."
"Just a few. I hear you have another friend coming along soon too," Dawn slyly stated.
"Rhiannon is coming and us big girls, so to speak, are going to party while the young
ladies have theirs," Lovette giggled at the subterfuge.
"Yes, us big girls. Watch out Lovette, Lori is almost taller than you already," Dawn
laughed aloud.
"I'd take offense if I didn't know how much you love dainty little ladies," Lovette rebuked,
as she beckoned us inside.
Dawn swatted Lovette playfully on her bottom and we all chased them into Lori's house.
"Do you know what's going on?" Lori asked me in a whisper.
"Yes. You know how women are when there's a party," I explained.
"Huh?" Lori wasn't following my circular logic, which is exactly what I had hoped for.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" I pouted exaggeratedly.
Now poor Lori was really confused, but she couldn't let her friend feel unwanted, "I'm
extremely happy to see you, silly. I'm so glad you could come to my party."
"Is anyone else here yet?" I wondered, looking down hallways and into the living room.
"No, you are the first one. I wanted you to be here early, so you and I can spend some
time together and I thought that you might want to help me set things up..." Lori asked
hopefully.
"Oh, I'd be more than happy to help. How many of us are there going to be?" I inquired, so
I would be able to figure how much we needed to do.
Lori was blushing beet red and answered, "Everyone I invited is already here."
It was my turn to be confused, which didn't last long because the doorbell rang.
Lori and Lovette dove for the door together, which was rather comical since they were
almost the same size but Lovette has a better forward counterbalance so she opened the door,
"Rhiannon! So good of you to come darling." Lovette hugged my pretty teacher, with her face
over a foot from Rhiannon's since their boobs were at the same level.
"Miss Rhiannon? You, came to my slumber party?" Lori stood with her mouth agape.
"Oh, hi Lori. Actually, I'm here for Lovette's slumber party," Rhiannon dissembled while
she released Lovette.
"Lori, I've known Rhiannon for quite a while. We've even done a... well umm... We've
worked together, yah that's it. We've worked together before."
"Good recovery Lovette," Conni giggled.
Lori's mom joined us, "Sorry I didn't get here sooner, but I was putting snacks out."
Lori decided she should introduce us, "Everyone, this is my mom and Lovette's sister,
Lucy. Mom, this is my teacher, Miss Rhiannon."
"Nice to meet you," and handshakes came in stereo.
"Mom, I'd like you to meet my new best friend, Tamara Cromwell and her mother, Conni."
Lucy shook mom's hand but me, me she gave a hug so big my feet were dangling above
the floor, "You my dear, have the most enthusiastic best friend ever. Lori can't speak about
anything but, Tamara."
"Nice to meet you too, Ms. Lovette," I replied still floating in the air.
"My goodness, I don't think I've seen a girl wear a dress in... well in a long time. I thought
Lori was loosing it when she started wearing dresses more often. I love seeing the two of you
looking so beautiful. You're a good influence on her."
When Lucy set me down, she looked around her and then said, "Oh my god, do I feel
underdressed!" when she realized that she was the only one wearing slacks.
"Don't worry about it Lucy. I've been having Tamara wear dresses because her father
wouldn't buy her any," mom told her, covering for me.
It seems that I like to wear dresses now. They make my legs feel nice and I feel like one of
the girls when I do. (I couldn't wear dresses as a boy.)
"Everyone into the living room. This hallway is getting too crowded," Lucy stated as she
led the way.
I paired up with Lori and asked, "Did you mean, when I asked you before, that I'm the only
girl you invited to the slumber party?"
Lori blushed and replied, "Yes."
"I was so worried about what to do at a slumber party... I've never been to one before," I
admitted.
"I've never been to one either. I'm not very popular I'm afraid. The other girls think I'm
spooky," Lori informed me, which surprised me quite a bit.
"Spooky? You always seem to get along with all of the other girls really well."
"I'll tell you about it when we have a chance to be alone, if that's alright with you."
"Sure," this was interesting. She sounded like it was a real deep dark secret. I felt so
special since she wanted to share it with me.
We chose seats in the living room, Rhiannon, Dawn, and Lovette on the couch, and Lori
and I on the love seat. Lucy excused herself and slipped away down the hall.
"Oh good! Lucy left her no calorie dressing for the vegetables!" Lovette exclaimed as she
adeptly scooped up some on a carrot.
"No calorie? Usually low calorie means it tastes like..." I caught myself before I actually
said anything more.
Lovette laughed, "I know what you mean! Nevertheless, Lucy's is delicious. It's an old
secret family recipe. Give it a try Tamara. Lori, show Tamara it's not poison," she laughed again.
Lori dug out a big scoop and stuffed it in her mouth.
"Okay, if she likes it..." I put some on a piece of broccoli and sampled it. "Mmm, it tastes
like sharp white cheddar and bacon."
Dawn dug in and tried it next, "I don't care how many calories it has. I'll work them off
later," she declared, flexing her bicep. "No way does this have zero calories Lovette!"
"Guaranteed or your figure back," Lovette assured her.
Rhiannon stared at it for a moment, "She's right Dawn. You could eat as much of that as
you want and will never gain a single pound from it." Rhiannon stood up and held her hands
over Dawn's eyes, with her fingers spread.
"OH! Yes, now I understand," she remarked, as though she had been wearing decoder
glasses or something.
Lori blushed and Lovette twittered. I on the other hand just looked puzzled, but felt
better, when Lori held my hand reassuringly.
There was a bright pastel streak, which flashed by in the hallway and an announcement
from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready, everyone to the table."
"Wow, your mom is sure fast!" I told Lori.
"You saw her?" Lori's eyes were wide in astonishment.
"I just told you I did. I would never lie to you Lori, unless I really, really had to!"
Lori cleared her throat, stood, and then led me to the dining table, with everyone else in
tight formation behind us.
The table was set so beautifully, I had to gasp, "That's the most beautiful setting I have
ever seen Lori." Every piece seemed to glow with it's own inner fire. The patterns had knot work
all around the edges and dragons on the plates rim chasing each other around inside of the
knots. The center of each plate was different with what appeared to be runes.
"Thank you Tamara. Mom only brings it out for very special occasions," she smiled as she
had me sit in the chair right next to her.
Lucy was very fast putting the dishes on the table. Not as fast as she was in the hallway,
but she was as quick, as anyone that I'd seen before was.
"I love your dress Lucy. Very smart with just a hint of sexy," Rhiannon observed, smiling
from ear to ear.
Lucy blushed and said, "Thank you Rhiannon. I just felt that since we had such exalted
company, it was only proper and polite."
Dawn looked questioningly at Rhiannon, with a, 'does she know?' look.
Rhiannon looked back, smiled and nodded.
I caught the whole exchange and it sent chills right up and down my spine.
Lucy bowed her head and said, "Thanks be to the god and goddess."
Everyone but me replied, "So mote it be."
Hey, I didn't know what was going on, but even mom had known what to say. I was
embarrassed having not said it, but Rhiannon winked at me, which to me meant everything, was
all right.
"I have prepared pasties for everyone and there is a fine red wine chilling. Lori will be,
allowed some, but it is up to Conni whether Tamara will imbibe. There is crystal clear spring
water and my own homemade juices for anyone who would care for some."
Lucy stood, entered the kitchen, and returned with a bottle, which appeared to have an
incredibly faded label on it. She proffered the cork to Rhiannon, and then poured a taste into a
big funny looking spoon.
After Rhiannon had approved the cork, she tasted the spoonful and proclaimed,
"Magnificent." The look she shot Conni was utterly unmistakable, it said, 'Tamara should try
this'.
Conni wasn't about to give up her decision-making ability, even to a goddess, "Who makes
the wine, Lucy? Is there a vintage?"
"This is from a family vineyard. It dates to 1437," Lucy looked almost trapped, as if she
hadn't wanted to say how old the wine was.
"Holy! Yes, Tamara may partake! Dear lord, that's older than the whole continent!" Conni
was astonished, "Thank you so very much for sharing this with us!"
Mom was even, flushed, when she whispered to me, "Tamara, if that bottle were sold at
auction, it would be worth as much or more than Rhiannon's car."
When Lucy poured the wine, Rhiannon first and then the rest of us, I noticed the
wineglass had more of the knot-work around it and it gave off a bluish glow.
Lucy placed a semi-circular pastry on everyone's plate there was a seam around the
rounded edge, doubled over and pressed with a fork to seal it.
When everyone had theirs, I waited and watched to see how to eat it.
Rhiannon smiled at me, used her fork to pierce the top part of the pastry around the
seam, and then lifted it over making it cover the whole plate. She took her knife and placed a
pad of butter on each half, which melted quickly.
I followed along and inside the shell, I found steak, potatoes, peas, rutabaga, and parsley,
"Neat! A whole meal in a pie shell," I happily exclaimed.
"I haven't had one of these in quite a few years. This is a lovely treat, Lucy," Rhiannon
stated with a smile, as she delicately chewed small bites of the pasty.
Lucy beamed with pride at the praise, "I am overjoyed you approve, Rhiannon."
"Tamara, I just can't resist the teacher in me. The pasties you are eating come from the
region, which the goddess, you are named after, protects. They were, made for the miners in the
area to take into the mines for lunch. That was way back before Tupperware or plastic wrap so
they were a way to take the food with them, without having a pot or bowl with them. Pasties just
might be the world's first fast food," Rhiannon informed me.
"Thank you Miss Rhiannon. That's a very special insight for me."
Lucy was studying me closely, but I pretended not to notice.
I sipped my wine and it tasted so nice. It felt like the grapes were singing to my tongue,
"Mmm, this is tasty. Does all wine taste like this?"
"Um..." mom tried.
"Ah..." Dawn wanted to cover, but was at a loss.
"No, Tamara, this is a very special wine. You may never taste its like again," Rhiannon
informed me, completely honestly. "Unless Lucy has a basement full she wants to share with
you," Rhiannon tittered, winking at Lucy, who blushed.
We finished eating our dinner, and I went to help Lucy take the dishes into the kitchen
but she wouldn't let me.
"You and Lori take off and play," she insisted.
"When can we give her the birthday presents?"
"Oh, give me about half an hour and we can all get together in the living room, alright?"
Lucy ruffled my hair and shooed me.
I joined Lori in her room and asked, "Do we play with Barbies now?"
"Do you really want to?" Lori asked, "Or would you like to talk about how I know that
you're really Roger?"
The whole world went out of focus, as if I was looking through my own eyes from far away.
When I snapped back forward into my head I said, "What? I'm not..."
"I know Roger. I'm not guessing that you are Roger. I know you are Roger. I can see you
in there," she insisted, "But don't be frightened. I'll share my secret with you. I want you to
know, because we are from the same hidden world that normals will never know. That's why I
know I can be close to you and share who I really am."
"Are you like Miss Rhiannon?" I asked wide-eyed.
"Oh goodness no! I'm not a goddess!" she remarked with a little giggle.
"You, know who she is?" I was totally astonished.
"Yes, I've known for some time. Goddess Rhiannon has known who I am for longer than
that," she admitted, "For a goddess, Rhiannon is the nicest one."
"Oh... so you know about her husband then..."
"She's married?" Lori was astonished this time.
"No, her husband died long ago, but he was a mortal like us," I supplied, sitting on her
bed with her.
"Like you," Lori corrected.
"Okay you know about Rhiannon and me. I won't think anything bad about you, honest.
Unless you don't want to be my friend anymore because I was a boy, then I'd just be sad."
"I'll just come out and say it then. I'm a pixie," she swallowed hard.
"I thought you were a cute pixie when I was a boy, so now we can be pixies together?"
"No, Tamara, I'm a real pixie. Mom's a pixie and so is aunt Lovette. Mom is very old. She
made the wine we drank at dinner," Lori admitted, staring deeply into my eyes looking for my
reaction.
"That's great. So, you are going to be around a long time too? You're so lucky," I hugged
her tight.
"I thought of so many reactions you might have had, but this one I never expected. You
aren't frightened or upset," she smiled brightly, "I love you!"
She kissed me on the mouth, which startled me but I didn't push her away or anything.
"I have to ask you a question though, Tamara. Did you really see mom run by in the
hallway?"
"I wouldn't have said I did, if I hadn't."
"Normals aren't supposed to be able to see us when we move that fast, and Dawn had to
look through Rhiannon's vision to see that we're pixies. What do you see when you look at me?"
"You look like you always did, except that you have a bright pink glow all around you.
Your mom is Lavender and Lovette is bright red. Rhiannon and Dawn are both golden."
Lori stood up and yelled, "MOM!"
There was a blur and instantly Lucy was with us.
"You're not hurt. What's the scream all about?"
"Woof, Lucy you are Fast, with a capitol F!"
"YOU SAW ME?"
"Mom, Tamara is..."
"It's alright Lori. I know what Tamara is," Rhiannon assured everyone in the room as she
joined us.
"What am I, Rhiannon?" I quietly squeaked, suddenly afraid I'd grow another head or
something.
Rhiannon changed into her golden goddess form evoking gasps from everyone except
Dawn and me.
"Calm yourself child. The goddess Rhiannon has known from the start that within you
resides the sole of a sorceress untrained. Your new friend was simply, frightened by things long
in the past. Pixies and Sorceresses haven't gotten along very well in the past. Now a days they
have learned to be friends and even closer in some cases. Tamara is still the same sweet girl
you've grown close to in the past few days, so throw off your prejudice and hug her or there will
be a very annoyed goddess in this room."
Lori, "eeped," and threw her arms around me immediately.
"Pixies aren't as bored as they once were. In this world there is so much to see and do,
therefore they don't go off and annoy sorceresses just for kicks and wind up with their little hoo-
haws getting kicked by angry sorceresses. Long life can be very boring when the fastest
transportation is a horse," Rhiannon informed the uneducated. "I'm going to change back now,
so don't get out of hand right away, cause if there's anything worse than a pissed off sorceress,
it's a pissed off goddess!"
Mom had arrived in time for the show and looked like all of the blood drained out of her
face, "Rhiannon? Would you catch mom before she hurts her nose?"
"Oof! That was very observant of you, Tamara. Dawn! Get your big assed muscles over
here and lend a hand will you?"
Dawn hoisted mom into the air as if she weighed ten pounds and asked, "Where to
pixies?"
All three tittered and Lucy said, "Take her to my room, first door on your right."
"I had hoped to break the news to Conni a little gentler than that..." Rhiannon sighed.
"What color is Conni, Tamara," Lori asked.
"Mom's a warm yellow," I supplied.
"Hey, Lovette, Tamara says that you're a scarlet woman!" she giggled into her hand.
"Lori? Was the blue glow in the dip, pixie dust?" the auras all around me were beginning
to make sense, so I tried to confirm what I suspected.
"Yes, that's why no calories."
"What did you think all of the colors were about Tamara," Lucy asked in fascination.
"I just thought all girls saw the colors and boys didn't."
"In your case, that was true. Boys don't become sorceresses. Therefore, when I made you
a girl, it freed your abilities. I would have told you, but you've had a hell of a week," Rhiannon
lovingly stroked my hair away from my face.
"Can I ask just one more question?" I asked her.
"Sure."
"What's a pixie?"
The laughter was uproarious.
"Sorry Tamara, we were laughing because no one bothered to make sure you knew about
pixies," Rhiannon assured me, "According to mythology, Pixies are small, winged creatures with
heads too large for their bodies. They have small pointed ears and noses and arched eyebrows.
Their wings are shiny and translucent, and they are seen wearing seasonal colors and flora.
They are friendly but capricious and are given to non-malicious mischief. They wear caps of
foxglove and toadstools, both plants they hold sacred."
"That's what normals think Pixies are. However, real Pixies are right in front of you.
These ladies are small, but not tiny. Lori, would you pull your hair back for Tamara?" Rhiannon
requested.
Lori pulled her long hair back and there, exposed for everyone was a pair of pointy ears.
"Tamara, look," Lucy encouraged. She didn't need to uncover her ears, they had been
exposed all night, however as Tamara watched, Lucy's ears went out of focus and when you
could see them again, they were as pointy as Lori's ears, and then Lovette's ears did the same
thing.
"Wings..." Rhiannon prompted.
All three ladies unfolded very large translucent butterfly type wings.
"That is so cool! Lori your wings are beautiful. I'm so jealous," I told my friend. I wanted
to hug her but when I stepped close, she backed away from me, "What's the matter Lori?" I
stuck out my lower lip, upset that she was frightened of me.
Rhiannon cleared her throat and then said, "Lori is very exposed right now, and her wings
are incredibly fragile. You could hurt her if you aren't careful."
Lori slowly came towards me. I felt it was best that she came to me, so she wouldn't be
concerned. I held my hands out towards her but let her place them on her flanks so we could
hug.
"I'm so proud of you girls. Lori, you can hide your wings if you like hon.," Rhiannon
suggested. "Tamara, when Lori is older, she too will be able to hide her ears the way her mom
and Lovette do. Until then she needs to use her hair to hide them."
"She's good at it too. If her glow didn't have pointed ears, I wouldn't ever have guessed," I
confirmed.
"You, knew I had pointed ears? You, never said anything? Why didn't you ask?" Lori
stammered.
"I thought they were beautiful, and even when I was Roger, I wanted to get to know you,
because of them," I admitted, blushing and looking at my shoes.
"You could see auras when you were Roger?" Rhiannon asked, the last person, whom I
thought would be shocked.
"Uh huh. I used to be hit when I told people about their colors. Dad was angry that his
was muddy brown, and mom's was sunny yellow. Rhiannon was always golden. All of the other
kids had their own colors."
"Wow, now I'm impressed, Tamara. Boys never become sorceresses, but even so, you still
had some of the potential. You will one day be a very powerful sorceress," confirmed Rhiannon
with a maternally proud smile.
Dawn leaned in close to Rhiannon and whispered, "Bambi is lucky you got to her first!"
Rhiannon laughed and whispered back, "Sorceresses who are abused as children can be
vengeful indeed. I'm certain that Roger one day would have had to become female, one way or
another, and then splat, Hank would pay."
"Come on Tamara, let's get in our nighties and we can slumber party. Maybe the big girls,
will play too?" Lori was acting like herself again, knowing that I had know she was different, all
along.
We started grabbing our stuff and the grownups all wondered back to the living room.
Once clad in our gossamer finery I giggled and said, "Come on Lori, Let's put mom in her
nightie while she's napping."
Lori's pixyish face took on a wonderful mischievous smile and she agreed.
We finish quickly, slipped into the living room with the others, and were, greeted by
Lovette, who hugged us in turn and squealed, "You two look positively delicious."
Everyone told stories and laughed. We had a wonderful time for better than half an hour
when mom came stumbling out from the bedroom, "How the heck did I wind up in my nightie?"
I swear we tried to stifle it, but it was too insistent, therefore our giggles gave us away
immediately.
"I know whose idea it was too! Tamara, thanks sweetie, I'm sorry that I fainted... again,"
she blushed and peered about her, looking for wings, pointed ears or maybe a golden goddesses.
Lucy hugged her and announced, "Quite understandable my dear. I myself almost fainted
when I heard your Tamara is a sorceress."
Mom looked a little unsteady again but managed to ask, "What does all of this mean?"
"It means, oh mother of my favorite god-sister, that you are going to have one of the most
interesting lives a mortal woman has ever had," Dawn smiled and hugged her big enough that
her feet were off the floor.
The slumber party went silly after that and we all had a giggly fun time.
Bambi What Are You - Bambi
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My time went dizzyingly quickly with orgasms, cleaning, and milking.
Once Dawn returned, I asked her something, which had been bothering me for some
hours, "Miss Dawn? Why don't I get hungry, or want to eat regular food?"
"Oh my, Bambi, aren't you getting enough jizzum? We could see if you could handle more
cocks if you're still hungry," Dawn taunted.
I was long past being ashamed of sucking dick so I answered, "I'm drinking enough cum to
provide for my daily requirements then."
"Well, I'll let Rhiannon answer that one," Dawn declared with a knowing smile.
The room became, energized as the now familiar form of Rhiannon the Goddess appeared
in front of me, "Bambi, so nice to see your sperm coated face again. Dawn and I found out how
very lucky you are that I was able to punish you, rather than you waiting around for your
offspring to do it. However, that isn't why I'm here."
Rhiannon had paused so long I asked, "W... w... why are you here?"
"Why to help you on to your next life of course!"
"After all this... you're going to kill me?"
"Heavens no Bambi! I would never waste all of this training my dear."
"So, now is when my boobies get small enough I can be a street walker?"
"Good guess, but wrong Bambi. Your boobies stay the gargantuan size I made them."
"But Dawn said..." I stammered incredulously.
"We wanted you to think you would be returned to a more normal looking slut. You might
have become despondent otherwise," Rhiannon answered, obviously enjoying drawing out my
sentencing.
"So I'm being sold to a brothel, or a freak show?"
"You do have a mundane imagination Bambi. No my dear," Rhiannon raise her hands,
bringing forth swirling golden balls of magical force which she flung in my direction.
I felt lighter than I had in weeks, and in fact, I actually began to float above the bed!
"You are to become a succubus, Bambi, cursed to roam the world in search of sperm. You
will find yourself chasing the night around the planet, ever searching for a man who will supply
you with the biggest load of jizzum in the area as he slumbers. The ever present need to feed on
a man's release, to feel the creamy juices flowing down your throat, to enjoy his nursing on your
mammoth breasts, so that he will provide you with more sperm, will consume the rest of eternity
for you. You are trapped in the body of an insatiable, freakishly hugely busted, mega slut, for all
time."
I was fast loosing focus on what Rhiannon was telling me as my yearning swelled.
"You should envy your playmates here at Dawn's pleasure palace, they at least have a
chance to earn their forgiveness, returning to an almost normal life after serving their penance.
You will soon have no other thought than about the next cock you will be sucking. Now off with
you Bambi, fulfill the nocturnal fantasies of desperately lonely men who need the release only
you can provide."
'Damn I'm glad she finish her ranting, I need cock and I need it NOW!' I thought, 'Nice... I
can fly. I can fly through walls and solid objects now. This sure will make it easier to find cocks!
There's one now! God, he looks like he hasn't gotten off in six months! Poor baby, I know you'll
feel so much better after you give me that immense load making your pretty balls so blue! Come
to momma!'
I slipped his morning bone into my drooling lips and sucked greedily on his jizzum
fountain. I flopped one of my massive hanging boob's nipples into his snoring mouth, only to feel
the orgasmic stimulation firing throughout my very being.
'Yah, baby, suck on mommy's milk! It feeds strong boners twelve ways! Mmm sperm, so
much sperm, is backing up, in your big smelly balls. Okay now fuck mommy! Yes!' I mentally
encouraged my slumbering jizzum supply, knowing that in his dream, he could feel and see my
wanton feminine form fucking and sucking him.
'How could that silly Rhiannon think that this was punishment?' I mused, while I happily
sucked the boy until he was dry.
"Aw... all gone! Well, on to the next hairy Dick!' I mindlessly mused, flying off ethereally in
search of my next sperm donor.
Epilog
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Tamara and Conni's adventure with sorcery, pixies, goddess, and more proved to be the
stuff of legends. They grew as close as any mother and daughter, could. The trials and
tribulations any young girl experienced were all Tamara's for the taking.
Dawn and Rhiannon continued working to make their little corner of the world a better
place, later aided by the awesome powers of the Sorceress Tamara.
Lori eventually married Tamara, sealing a pact, which healed the rift between sorceresses
and pixies. Their daughter grew to be a special kind of pixie, whose like would shed peace upon
all who would know her.
Lucy, the proud grandmother would champion the peace with all pixies.
Lovette... well, her acting and modeling career is known throughout the land, and men,
fantasizing about making love to her in their sleep would awaken suddenly to view an ethereal
creature who appeared to be mostly boobs, draining their aching balls for them.
Joni, whose help with Bambi was so necessary, was finally paroled. Rhiannon changed
her back into the woman she so desired to be, as long as she remained away from schoolboys.
The other women... err... objects of Rhiannon's just punishments, met various ends. Most
of them pleaded to remain the buxom women they had become use to being, and many of those
became loving mothers, but that's another story!
The End
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Recipes
Cawl or 'leek broth' is the traditional St. David's Day meal.
1 TBS. bacon fat
2 medium onions, diced
2 parsnips, chopped
5 carrots, sliced
1 LB. beef brisket
2 LB. bacon
10 peppercorns
4 garlic cloves, peeled, and minced
water or beef stock
1 LB. potatoes, peeled, and quartered
5 small leeks
In a heavy soup pot, heat the bacon fat and add the onions, carrots, leeks, garlic,
and parsnips. Brown the vegetables, and remove from the pot. Add the beef brisket
and brown. Return the vegetables to the pot, removing some of the grease (as much
as you prefer). Then add the bacon and spices, covering all in the pot with water.
Heat to boiling, take off the skim on top, and reduce heat. Simmer for 3 hours. Add
potatoes about 30 minutes before the end of the simmering.
Translations
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The following are written in the actual Cornish language, Translations are to English.
First Incantation
Dha nerth remüvya an Dawn.
Means:
Your strength transfers to Dawn.
Second incantation
Dewes Rhiannon brüsy hem tebeles dhe an deleth cussya a benenek tekter ha yeunes.
Means:
Goddess Rhiannon sentences this wicked person to the suitable curse of womanly beauty
and yearning.
Third Incantation
Hem tullwysk a gwregoleth rak ty.
Means:
This disguise of femininity is for you.
Story Codes
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FF+ MF+ tg Magic punish cons humil breast Lac oral Fsolo Fdom shave toys fist Celeb
COPYRIGHT:
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Goddess Rhiannon (Version 0.1)
By Wholeman
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