The Perfect Transition

"Dating a Male Transcendant (As a Man)" -- by melonmusk29

(New series, guys! In the quest for longer and longer series, I have written this thing! More in depth, and a different kind of story from what I have done before, but still lots of transformation and expansion! I'm hoping to make the characters in this one seem more realistic, while also flowing easier into the more fantastical elements of the story. I'm also hoping to get to the actual good stuff a lot quicker, so I hope this is better in that regard also. Without further ado, read on, unless you're younger than 18.)

--melonmusk29

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Chapter One

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I desperately needed a job. Desperately.

Now might seem like a good time to introduce me properly. My name was Darren Tsurumaki. A twenty-one year old Japanese-Canadian kid. I admit, physically I was pretty gifted. Not everyone had it like I did. I was 5'11", with quite a muscular and fit physique. Not the best face, but I paired it with a nice Asian feathered cut that made it look better. I mostly just wore black t-shirts, sometimes hoodies, and khaki cargo pants everywhere. Nothing fancy, just generic clothing.

When I was first left for college, I had feelings deep inside me that I didn't want to admit I had. It crushed me, poisoned me from the inside. I knew that accepting who I was inside would change everything, make everyone change, make everyone change how they felt about me. And I didn't want change.

So I repressed more in college. I tried to surround myself with the kind of people that would be able to make me forget about my secrets. I tried as hard as I could to be as masculine as possible, not in the toxic kind, but in the purest sense of the word. I got fit, practiced self-care, started being nicer to people. Studied harder. I had barely qualified for any colleges, so it was a miracle that I even got in in the first place. Tried to ignore my internal dysphoria by "improving myself". Basically becoming a workaholic. I figured, if you have no time to consider your problems because you're always doing something, then they just go away. Day and night. If I couldn't sleep, I would work out. If I couldn't concentrate in class, I would stay up studying until I did. If I started getting depressed, I would work hard enough to the point where I wasn't thinking about it. It all made sense in my head at the time, I guess, because working myself to the bone was better than facing the facts.

Hobbies! As a teenager, when I first started experiencing gender dysphoria, I lost interest in my hobbies. Left the school newspaper. Stopped practicing piano. Now, in college, I joined the newsletter as a journalist. I was becoming a better person. The two people from my high school, whom had not been close with me, still said that I had changed a lot. I took pride in that.

Sometime in my senior year of college, while getting my biology major, I broke down. The method wasn't working anymore. I couldn't help but think about how I wished I was a girl, how much I needed to change things. Maybe, my repressing made it worse actually. I quickly became depressed. I barely graduated college. For the entire time, I was torturing my self and bathing in extensive self-pity. The loathing and disappointment would never, ever stop.

But back to the job situation. Because of the extreme debt I was in after trying to pay for college, along with the fact that I had spent several months not working in an effort to find myself, do some soul searching, figure out who I was.

Existential crisis shit.

I really regret moping around now. I was several hundred thousand dollars in debt. The bank was hounding my ass. I couldn't pay for rent, either. I starved most of the time to save on money.

I was shopping around for a job desperately. I mean everywhere remotely connected to my Biology diploma.

But I didn't find a job. The job found me.

One night, while in the grocery store, in the produce section trying to find some cheap fruit to eat, I felt what seemed like a tap on the arm. My bare arm. I turned around, and there was a man wearing a windbreaker and a baseball cap walking away.

Then I looked at my arm. It seemed fine, but very suddenly, as I was looking at it, it started to feel really strange.

Like, you know when you get a vaccine? That's how it felt. Like everything in my arm was drained and numb.

I whipped back around and the man was gone. I briskly walked to the aisle over, looking for him, but he was gone. Next aisle, gone. It seemed like he had just disappeared into thin air.

I really hoped I hadn't been drugged. That's what it seemed like, although it didn't seem like there was any reason to drug me. Most of the time when you hear about people accidentally overdosing, it's because they were doing something minor like marijuana that was secretly laced with something serious. Like fentanyl. I really hoped I hadn't been drugged. Because I didn't have the money to pay for the hospital. As carefully as I could, I went back to my cart and paid for my things.

I didn't know it yet, but the man who had injected something into me was called Kenneth. And my life was about to be controlled by him.

See, I didn't know this at the time, but Kenneth is what most people call a Transcendant. Basically, a miracle person capable of miracles. They have god-like abilities to change reality in different ways and by different means. They started cropping up over the last twenty years and now there are about three hundred of them in the world. Immediately, places like the US and the other big global players began making laws surrounding what Transcendants could do. I mean, it could be a real problem if Transcendants started creating infinite money out of thin air, right? The economy would be destroyed.

Basically, they are forced to live their lives as normal people. They can't just create or change everything in the world to accommodate them. At first, there wasn't any way to actually stop them if they tried, but the government came up with these massive receptor buildings that exist in every city that can detect when reality is changed. Transcendants give off some sort of radiation every time they use their power.

Other laws... well, they aren't allowed to alter peoples without consent, not allowed to use their power in certain places, it's really locked off. If someone were to go ballistic and ignore the laws, the receptors would go off and other Transcendants, hired by the government, would be able to apprehend them.

There are only a few cases where Transcendants can actually use their powers legally. First off, they are allowed to legally use their powers in benevolent ways for business, or profit. For example, a popular and in demand thing right now are Transcendant clinics. People with really rare, cosmic fluke type diseases go there and can be healed. Same thing with cancer. Cancer now has a cure! It's mass produced by Transcendants, but still, there aren't enough of them to be able to hand them out to everyone, so it's still expensive.

Transcendants can only change their environments through what are called "Vessels". Stationary, ordinary objects that hold their reality shifting matter. Basically, a Transcendant would have to raise their hands and glowing plasma would come out. It would have to be contained in something, otherwise it would just evaporate away and be worth nothing. The Vessel depended on the person. Each Transcendant has their own kind of Vessels they can use. Some have vials, some have bowls, boxes, cases. Each is good for something unique.

For example, a Transcendant with a box Vessel could print a lot of money in it if they chose to. I already said that that was illegal, but if someone had a vial as their Vessel, you can't really make money in that. But, someone with a vial could also formulate a cure for cancer inside it. So each Transcendant has limitations and benefits individual to themselves.

But back to Kenneth.

As I was walking home from the supermarket, my arm still feeling kind of numb, I could see a man around the corner. Walking towards me.

He had a windbreaker and baseball cap on.

Immediately, I got an adrenaline rush and began going into defense mode. Was he going to kidnap me? Use me for some kind of crime? Frame me? There was just no way this meant anything good, that much was for certain.

"Darren Tsurumaki?" What appeared to be the voice of the man in front of me called out.

I froze.

Not only did he drug me, he knew my name.

Instinctively, I called back out. "What's it to you?"

I heard what almost seemed like a kind of slightly amused laugh.

"My name is Kenneth Rosenthal. Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you."

I didn't trust his reassurance. I stood my ground as he slowly, calmly walked towards me with arms open. He became illuminated by the lamppost above us. A well-built, confident young man. Probably five or six years my senior. But that was only his face. The rest of him didn't seem like a twenty-six year old. He seemed like a powerful, fully adult man, mature and confident. Clean-cut blond hair, blue eyes, his face was extremely attractive. The windbreaker and baseball cap were just a way to stay anonymous.

I couldn't help but feel like I had seen him before.

He had reached within arm's length of me. I stepped back a second.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I can explain everything."

I still wasn't reassured. "Well, you better start explaining."

He sighed. "It's dark, and wet out here. Why don't we go back to your place? I have a very lucrative and profitable business opportunity."

He hit me right where it hurt.

The wallet.

I folded pretty quickly, I must admit. If there was one thing that could convince me to do anything, it was money.

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It had started pouring right as we made it to my apartment. I was still deeply mistrustful of this person, but money is money. I desperately needed some, and this Kenneth claimed he had some to spare.

After standing in the doorway for a bit, Kenneth went to the couch and asked, "Is it alright if I sit?"

I nodded. I made a mental note of where my knives and baseball bat was in case there was no money involved.

"So-- I'm going to be frank with you. I know a lot of things about you no one else knows, Darren." Kenneth asserted.

I was kind of amused by it. "Like what? What kind of dirty secrets do you have on me?"

Kenneth didn't falter one bit. It startled me. His eyes didn't betray any intention. "I know... that you're trans, Darren."

Wait, what? How did he know that? No one knew that. I hadn't told anyone, and I hadn't even considered medically transitioning because of the cost. What the hell?

"What-- who told you that?" I tried to play off the discovery.

"You did."

That didn't make any sense.

"How-- what... how and why would I tell you that?"

Kenneth leaned forwards. "I'm a Transcendant, Darren."

A Transcendant. Well, he did seem like he belonged in the upper echelons of society, that was for sure. But why and how did he know about my gender dysphoria?

"My Vessel is needles. Syringes. But I have been able to learn a pretty neat trick-- if I inject both myself and someone else with one of my formulas... well, I can diagnose them. At least, that's what everyone else knows. I can also read their thoughts."

"That's not possible." I was getting worried. How and why was he trying to expose me?

"No, it is. That's how I know you're trans. I also, and frankly, it doesn't take my syringes to figure this out, but I also know that you're struggling financially."

I thought I could see through his thin veil. "What are you trying to do, blackmail me? It won't work."

"Let me tell you about myself, Darren. I run a high-profile company around my abilities, as one often does, and it's doing well. Very well. But the problem is, my small team is just too small. Can't keep up with demand. We need more people. So I want to... hire you. For my company, DriveTech Transcendence."

"What-- why are you hiring me? Why are you reading my thoughts, following me around? Just to hire me?!"

"Yes. See, my friends, also of high profile companies, sent you my way. They couldn't hire you, but they knew I needed some new people. Some fresh faces. Those other jobs you applied to? They rejected you because they knew you'd be better off with me."

This was getting to be a lot of information. "Alright, get to the point..."

"Here's the other thing. And this is why I'm coming to you. I want you to fill multiple positions. See, I don't just need an administrative assistant-- I am desperately, completely lonely."

No matter how mistrustful I was, hearing it from him got me feeling the same way. Because it was true. I, too, was lonely. I had felt that way far too many times before.

"And this is why I'm in your home and not just at an interview at my office. Stay with me here-- don't freak out. I want... and I'm serious about this. Not kidding. I want you to be my romantic partner as well as my administrative assistant."

I didn't get it. "Wait, what?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

"Like-- kissing, holding hands, making out?"

"Yeah."

I wasn't disgusted, taken aback, just confused. Why would he pick on me for this task?

"But why-- how? I'm not even a woman."

"Yeah-- but you want to be one. I can make that happen."

I thought about it for a second. He was a Transcendant. He could make these things happen. Nothing was out of the question with him... did this actually have a chance at being real? Yes, this was an extremely odd request, but there was no reason for me not to do it. I would supposedly live with him, so no rent to pay. I would work for him, pocketing nearly all the money. I would be able to transition freely for him. Into who I was supposed to be. All I had to do was love him.

"You'll pay for my transition?" I asked.

"Won't even be deducted from the salary, as long as you're the girlfriend I want."

"And... I'll also get paid?"

"Yeah... I already said that. Name your price."

Without missing a beat, I said, "$165,000 a year. With actually good insurance and healthcare."

Now it was Kenneth seeming surprised. "Wait-- what? I was thinking at least $300,000... but okay, I guess."

"No, no! $300,000 is good! It's good! Please pay me that much!"

"Oh, okay... Don't twist my arm." Kenneth sat back.

I sat back.

We just sat there for a second. Not doing anything. Like neither of us had expected the deal to actually go through. There was a long, awkward silence.

Really awkward silence.

The deal was so lucrative. I still kind of didn't believe it.

"Do you...? Pardon me for asking, but do you have some kind of... uh... some kind of business card? You know, something that makes you seem legit?" I asked awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah... of course."

From within Kenneth's windbreaker came out a business card. He gave it to me. It was a quality, thick card, with a certain texture to the paper. Embossed, the text read:

KENNETH ROSENTHAL

TRANSCENDANT SPECIALIST

C. E. O.

DRIVETECH TRANSCENDANCE

Now that was a legit business card. Not some flimsy, cheap thing. This was the mark of someone with some real dough.

"Okay. I believe you." I sighed.

It still didn't seem real.

I was going to get paid to be someone's dream girlfriend. I was going to get to be someone's girlfriend. It still felt like a dream.

More awkward silence.

Really awkward silence.

Speaking like I was trying to make small talk, I asked, "So, uh... what... how do you like your... uh... women?

ONE DAY LATER

A shrill knock at the door. I awoke with a start, barely registering what had happened last night. I hurriedly got out of bed, put some clothes on, and opened the front door.

There were three gruff, blue collar men at my door. They all had the same graphic t-shirt reading:

LITE-QUIK Movin'

"We're here to move some furniture... we have a name down here for... Ms. Rosenthal?"

It came back to me. Everything that had happened last night. The Transcendant, Kenneth Rosenthal. The deal.

"Uh... yeah. Ms. Rosenthal. Come on in." I mumbled. Quickly, I put on some khakis and collected my phone. I got down the stairs and walked out the front door of the lobby. There indeed was a moving truck there.

There was also a limousine there as well.

A man in a suit, definitely the driver of the car, stood waiting. Waiting for me, for sure. He was looking right at me.

"Are you ready, Mr. Tsurumaki?"

I looked back up at my apartment. They were moving everything out already. There was nothing for me to grab that I didn't already have.

I took a deep breath in and nodded. This was all happening so fast, but there was no doubt about it at this point. This was my life now.

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I was standing in yet another lobby. This one was quite different, though. Everything was marble, modern and sleek. There was an abstract design chandelier hanging down from up top. Very fancy shit.

"Right this way, Mr. Tsurumaki. Mr. Rosenthal will be right with you." My driver was now leading me up some stairs. Up the stairs we went, around a corner, onto a mezzanine, and now to an elevator. I went inside. The driver pressed floor 49 for me. Then he began to walk away.

The elevator closed.

I took a deep breath in, and out. This was my life now. There's no doubt about it. It was so much better than what I had before, that's for sure.

The elevator's display went up.

12, 13, 14, 15, 16...

I still didn't know what was to become of me. The uncertainty didn't come from the job itself, it came from what the job might bring. I didn't know anyone who got rich from doing this.

24, 25, 26, 27, 28...

At that point, my attention began to shift towards my new job itself. $300,000 a year. This meant that I needed to work for this money. If there is one thing that my broke period taught me, it was perspective. Money is extremely valuable, and there's only one way to really get to it.

Hard work.

31, 32, 33, 34, 35...

How was I supposed to become Kenneth's dream girlfriend? More uncertainty. I would have to try really hard to be the best I could. I'd have to think quick, learn on the fly what gets Kenneth hard and what makes him passionate. I'd have to make life easy for him.

40, 41, 42, 43, 44...

The only way to really be grateful, the only way to ever make the money worth it for him, would be for me to dedicate myself so much that I would turn into his walking fantasy. Whatever that might be, I'd have to be it. Without compromise. In return... I'd get to have the life that everyone wants. The money that everyone wants. The opportunity alone is that of a lifetime. So I'd need to make it worth it.

45, 46, 47, 48, 49.

The elevator made a nice "Ding" sound, and then it slowly opened.

Immediately, I stepped into a beautiful, expensive-looking penthouse overlooking the entire city. Decorated in a simplistic, modern, and utilitarian way, it opened up from the doorway into a main, center room with a large wall made of glass overlooking everything outside. The floor was made out of smooth, polished and matte-finish wood. Here, there was a section with couches and a table inset into the floor. Not far, down the hallway to my left, I could see what looked like a kitchen and dining room. Marble countertop with all the appliances and amenities. Beyond that, a long table set for up to eight people overlooking the city as well.

On the hallway to my right, I could see what looked like an office or library, also overlooking the city. Stairs lead up from the main room to a platform above with entrances to what I could only assume as one bathroom and three bedrooms up there. There was also what looked like another bathroom down here, too.

"Do you like it?"

I whipped around at the sound of the voice. The Transcendant, Kenneth Rosenthal, was leaning against the wall in the hallway towards the office.

"Y--yeah. It's really big, and fancy."

"Thanks. This is where we'll be living for the foreseeable future... unless you have somewhere else in mind." Kenneth suggested.

"No, I don't know of any other place... well, in the world that could top this. This is amazing." I marveled at everything. This was so far removed from my tiny studio apartment back there that I was nearly at a loss for words. All this, the decor, the amenities, all of it just reinforced what I needed to do.

Be what Kenneth needed.

"So... Darren... I know it's going to be kind of hard and awkward during these first few... steps we make in forging a relationship together. I know it's going to take a lot of time to forge all of the bridges that are necessary for this to work. So if you just need anything, anything at all, you just give me a call. Okay?" Kenneth was now within arms length of me.

"Got it... I'll try my best." I reassured him.

"And also... well, I guess we have to get to know each other kind of... all over again. So... I just really want to know. What do you want to be called? Do you have some sort of name, or an idea of one... or do you want something different? It's totally your choice." Kenneth was already shaping up to be a great boyfriend. His sincereness and care caught me off guard, but the question he asked, I already knew the answer to.

"Call me Yuriko."

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Chapter Two

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Yuriko Tsurumaki. My new name. Ever since I met my new boyfriend, Kenneth Rosenthal, that's what I decided on. I had been halfway in the dumpster for quite a while, so when he promised me great opportunity and riches in exchange for being his girlfriend, I took it. It was only good for me, especially since I'm actually trans and just hadn't transitioned at that time. He was so nice to me, too.

And it's also a pretty big deal that I started dating a Transcendant, too. Basically a god on Earth, Transcendants can alter reality in any way they please as long as it is able to be created and dispersed in the form of a Vessel. Each Transcendant, which is now about a population of 200 strong, has a different kind of Vessel. Although Kenneth's Vessel is a syringe, which basically limits what he can do by a lot, he's still extremely successful. Most Transcendants are able to only legally use their power in certain situations, such as business. That's why most of them own large, successful businesses centered around their specialties. Kenneth has a large business centered around his power and its use in the medical field, which is quite a ludicrous business. There are plenty of people who have rare illnesses that can't be cured by anyone but a person with the ability to will one into existence. So he's quite rich, but somehow quite lonely.

That's where I fit in. In exchange for working at his company, as well as serving as his girlfriend, I'm paid extremely well and live with him in this giant penthouse. He's a great boyfriend, too. Nice to me, respectful of boundaries.

It had been four days since I first met Kenneth at this point. I had waited long enough. Now, it was time to start the transition. Instead of relying on traditional means of HRT and surgery, we both kind of knew that his Transcendence was the way to go here. I had been given so much, a second chance. New opportunity, a huge $300,000 salary without virtually any expenses. I was so lucky. I needed to show Kenneth that his money was being put to real use.

Sizzle. The eggs hit the super-hot pan and began instantly being heated. It was the morning. Kenneth and I were still sleeping in separate rooms, and he hadn't woken up yet. I was making breakfast for me and him.

I guess that's one thing that's come easy for me. I can cook quite well.

It must have been quite uneasy for Kenneth to be living with me and everything. After everything, he's still straight. Which was why I wanted to start as soon as possible.

It was a big deal for my family and friends when I sent lengthy text messages coming out to them. I had never felt safe around them with this kind of thing, which was likely why I repressed for so long. They mattered to me. And I didn't want to upset them.

But I guess at that point, I was truly my own person. Kenneth had made sure of that.

"Hey, what are you... uh... doing?" Kenneth called out, descending the stairs. His nice, blond hair was messy and his mostly closed eyes alerted me to the fact that he had only just woken up.

"I decided to make breakfast for both of us today. You know, I figured I should be doing something to help out, at least until the job starts." I had been thinking about it a lot. In the four days just moping around in Kenneth's house, I hadn't been able to help out much. And the job didn't start until the next week, which was in five days.

"Thanks... I guess. That's really nice, Yuriko." Kenneth said.

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After eating, Kenneth went into his office. His office had a whole wall lined with bookshelves, mostly filled with books on scientific matters, across from his desk. It seemed like a normal enough room, just a normal at-home office. But when Kenneth pushed on a wooden panel inset into the walls, a door popped open. I watched as he wheeled out his special operating chair. Much like the kind at dentists, Kenneth had no need for special surgery tables or beds. A comfortable chair would work, because any ailment he needed to deal with just needed a needle.

"So, I've been thinking about it, and we should probably ease in to the whole transition thing. The formula I'm making can be anything you want it to be, but the transformation will likely take place over a month or more. That way it's natural and you have time to adjust. Got it?" Kenneth prepped a syringe.

"Yeah." I gave him a nice thumbs up while winking.

"If we want to ever change anything, you just have to take a new serum with the updated parameters, and it'll just change what needs to be. But the question is... what do you want to have included, transition-wise?"

I sat down on the chair, sighing. "You know, I've been thinking about it quite a lot, and... I think the best thing for everyone is to just have it your way. You know, what I look like, what I can do... the only thing I want is to just retain my internal mind. My personality, thoughts, I want to develop that for myself."

"Are-- are you sure? I mean, this is you. It's your body, not mine."

"Yeah. I'm sure. Go ahead, whatever kinks, whatever kind of looks, I get it. What are you paying me for, then?"

Kenneth shrugged. "I guess you're right. Just don't get too surprised."

I had long steeled myself for this. "Don't worry. I can handle anything you throw at me."

Kenneth took out an empty syringe. Holding the syringe with two hands, gripping it as tightly as possible, he concentrated as hard as he could. For a moment, the world stood still.

Then he let go of one hand, and I could see that the contents inside had transformed from empty air to a glowing, bright blue liquid.

This was it.

The transition from poor, depressed college graduate to rich, happy and beautiful girlfriend had begun.

"I've gotten really good at injections, so this isn't going to hurt one bit." Kenneth reassured me. He brought the syringe close to my arm. "Hmm... if this is full body... the left arm wouldn't be a good idea. You might be a bit lopsided for a while. I'm going for the neck, okay?"

I nodded. I'd never gotten an injection in the neck before. Before I could ready myself, though, I could already feel a warm liquid coursing through me after a short pinprick. It felt different than any kind of shot I had had before, not because it was in the neck, but because I could feel it. I could feel it in me, flowing from my neck to my head and face, from my neck to my back and chest, and from my neck to my legs and feet. It filled me with a certain warmth, like drinking hot cocoa or coffee in winter, but a hundred times more surreal. It brought a certain feeling but also a certain numbness.

It's a hard thing to explain.

I instinctively shuddered.

"Are you okay?" Kenneth asked.

"Y--yeah... I'm okay. It's just really... weird, is all." I explained.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Let me know if anything is at all the matter, 'kay?" He asked. "I can't wait to start... dating you, you know? Is that weird?"

I nodded, smiling. He was so caring. And willing.

I had tried to put myself in the mindset of someone who truly loved Kenneth. Someone who would unconditionally love them for free. And there was a lot to love about him. He's smart, charming. Really good looking. Beautiful, strong face. Fit physique. Rich, powerful. Like a god, he could make anything I wished come true. But most of all... he was willing to take a chance on me. Me, who only wished I could be a girl. Me, who was desperate and broke and pathetic. And yet, he saw the vision past the nervous wreck.

I almost felt bad that I was charging him. But the fact that I was transitioning into his girlfriend, not me as a girl, is what he was paying for.

And it was what he was going to get.

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FOUR DAYS LATER

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I stood in front of the mirror, gazing into my reflection naked at the crack of dawn. I don't know why I had woken up so early, but I just got the instinct to examine myself for changes.

I knew that some things had changed indeed.

I usually kept my hair as a clean, short taper with bangs and and slight feathering. I didn't mess with styling too much before. But things had definitely changed.

My hair had most definitely grown. My bangs were a bit larger, but in the back was where it really showed. My hair had elongated down to the point where it was almost touching my shoulders. Me being Asian, my hair usually wasn't too curly. But now it was. It was showing signs of actually becoming quite voluminous.

The next thing that had changed was my face. Puberty had not been kind to me. I had scars from the acne especially on my nose, and my close set eyes had dark circles under them usually. But now, looking at myself, the scars were gone. The dark circles had disappeared. It looked like my Asian features had been perfected. My previously close-set eyes were now further apart. My face was clean and perfect. I looked a lot better.

It seemed like my body shape had changed slightly, too. After college, I always kind of looked underweight, because I was eating very little, but now things were different. My waist was still light and skinny, but now it seemed fuller. And I had slight abs.

My hips seemed like they now flared out a bit more than before, which was to be expected. But the most astonishing thing I could see was on my chest.

Specifically, my boobs.

I had boobs. They were small, barely A-cup size, probably didn't even need a bra, but they were clearly there. A small obtrusion upon my bare, skinny chest. Surprisingly perky and supple. They felt nice and sensible to the touch. My nipples had completely changed sizes, which I hadn't even thought of.

Clothed, I passed for a closeted femboy with my masculine clothing choice and relatively short hair. But naked, especially with my currently androgynous face and small chest bulges, I was unmistakably female.

Save for the cock.

It was the same shape and size as before. Nothing had changed. It was confusing, but I had quite a few more days to go, so I thought it was just late to start changing. It stuck out quite a bit compared to the rest of the body, given the rest of me was skinny and small while it was mature. Around four or five inches long flaccid, and as I remembered, up to seven inches erect.

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"Phew, that meeting was intense, Yuriko." Out of the study, Kenneth came wiping his brow while I sat lounging in the main living room. "All morning, I don't know how these old geezers have the stamina for it. I certainly don't... I'll tell you, tho--"

Kenneth paused, surprised. He stood still in the doorway, looking oddly at me.

I had turned to face him on the couch. My now vaguely feminine features, especially my longer hair, must have caught his attention. But what surprised him the most, and this was of my volition, was my choice of clothing.

I had been thinking about it for a lot of time, and eventually I just bit the bullet and started buying girl's clothing online. I ordered makeup, panties, new feminine reading glasses, even larger bras for future proofing. My mother was a C-cup, so I mostly ordered those.

I was wearing what was essentially just a feminized version of what I already wore. Instead of the hoodies that I might have worn before, I had taken the liberty of altering some of them so that everything from the shoulder was cut off, and so the bottom of the waist was gone. In essence, I was kind of showing off a sliver of my belly, as well as my shoulders and even the bra that I had chosen to wear. It hammered home that I was now a woman.

"What-- wow. I didn't think... that you'd be so different already." Kenneth admitted.

"Well, most of it is just changing my style... and, well, I do have a job to start tomorrow. So I do have to start presenting as female pretty soon. I just thought I might as well start now." My rational was outlined.

"What about... why are you wearing a bra? Do... do you have...?"

"Yeah, my boobs are pretty small. Just little bulges. I don't really need any support right now... but the bra completes the look, you know? Seals the whole idea that I'm... you know. A woman."

"Yeah. A woman. God, you're so gorgeous." Kenneth was almost blushing. It made me glad that I was succeeding so far.

"Thanks. Now let's go out and get that job, huh?"

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Finally, the day where I was starting my position as Administrative Assistant at DriveTech Transcendence was here. I woke up quickly and on time, determined to be as useful and effective as I could possibly be. Filled with confidence from yesterday over Kenneth's reaction, I was ready to take on whatever came at me.

There was a short ride from the apartment to the office. Kenneth's driver took us both in the limousine. It was the first time that the two of us had actually been in the car together.

I was dressed in a formal, traditional outfit this time, not trying to show anything off. White button-up shirt, long and concealing skirt, semi-transparent pantyhose.

"You look great, Yuriko." Kenneth said. He was sitting across from me in the car, almost beaming from ear to ear. He himself was dressed in a white button-up shirt with black slacks and a navy-blue tie. It made me glad that he was really happy.

"Thanks, Ken. It really means a lot, you know?"

The car slowed to a stop. We were here. I looked outside the window, seeing more or less what I had come to expect. A tall, thick glass building. Nothing much in the way of decoration.

"Here's your ID card, Yuriko."

All this had happened so fast, so out of control and chaotic that it still amazed me that it was going on. But it was a real blessing. If it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.

"Here's your ID card, Yuriko... Yuriko?"

I whipped around, coming back to reality.

"You okay?" Kenneth asked, holding a transparent plastic ID card for me to take.

"Y--yeah... so sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

Alright. That was the mistake of the day. From now on, no more daydreaming.

No more fuck-ups.

The elevator reached the 46th floor in good time, and out me and Kenneth stepped.

It was a smallish office, not occupying too much space. Reminiscent in both style and size of the titular office from the US version of The Office. Only difference, really, was that there was glass on two parallel sides of the room over looking the city. Towards the rear of the office was an adjourning room, which I assumed was Kenneth's room.

"The medical rooms are up a floor. But here is where you're working, like most of everyone else. Got it?" Kenneth pointed around the room.

I nodded.

We walked past a series of cubicles, while Kenneth said hello to the employees. They all seemed like nice, hard-working people. Kenneth must have had a knack for spotting and recruiting the right ones for the right jobs. They also seemed like unique and interesting, sometimes far out people. People of all shapes and sizes, identities, personalities, there seemed to be a lot of diversity in the room. Soon, I would get to know all of those people.

We made it to the room at the back, where Kenneth's office was.

"Alright, that's my room. Need anything, I'll probably be in there or upstairs. Besides it to the left, that's the meeting room. There's an extra photocopier if you need it. To the right is the meeting room, just for future's sake. Whenever you're involved in a meeting you'll be there."

Now my attention was drawn to the person at the desk right in front of the office, on the left side. The receptionist.

She seemed like the most eccentric, far out person out of anyone. She had, for one, extremely tan skin, especially evident by the tan lines on her blouse. She also had blonde hair lighter than her skin, tied in a curly bun and out of the way. But she had extremely, unnecessary and problematically long eyelashes, as well as the glossiest and puffiest lips I had ever seen. Perhaps even 3/4th of an inch thick. Down below her head, she had very obvious breast implants that seemed like fake balloon tits, at least DDs. Her nipples were completely outlined by her top. I could only think of one or two ways to describe her.

Bimbo.

Or gyaru. It was actually quite close to the Japanese gyaru style. But you get the picture, the general idea.

Her outfit actually was quite modest and similar to mine. A button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a modest skirt.

"Hey, Emira. What do you have for me today?"

"I have an appointment that you already discussed yesterday with a Mr. Scottson, at 12:30 am. But then at 2:30pm, someone has scheduled an online appointment with you through the website's portal." Honestly, I expected her to have more of an accent or speech pattern due to her... looks. Something with more um's and like's. Something maybe a bit more annoying... and more dumb. Emira didn't speak like she looked.

Kenneth responded to her before focusing on me. "Great. Hey, Emira, this is Yuriko. She's the new Administrative Assistant. Yuriko, this is Emira, our main receptionist here. You'll be working under her and also under Renee Croftson, who's the Administrative Supervisor. She's out, so right now you just have to talk to Emira. Emira will help you get settled in, okay?"

With that, Kenneth walked inside his office.

I was left standing there outside, when Emira looked up at me. "Yuriko, right?"

I nodded, uncomfortable and feeling antisocial.

"Your desk is right here, 'kay?" She pointed at the other desk by the office, the one on the right of the door.

"Thank you, Emira." I managed to say in a soft voice.

I sat down at the desk and began unpacking my things.

"So... you're trans, huh?" Emira turned to me again, asking a question.

"How-- how did you know?" I was kind of startled.

"Kenneth emailed me at like, eight in the night about a week ago, asking if we had the budget for sex change treatment. Don't worry, I totally get it. You also totally pass as a chick, too... don't worry about it." Emira had an aloof and sometimes out-of-pocket personality, it seemed.

"Thanks." I quietly responded. I was glad someone was treating me like who I felt I was inside. Not everyone did.

"So you need to start on some work, huh?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Well, then you've come to the right place. We're so overstuffed with requests and shit, it's so crazy. What you have to do... let me show you."

I stood up and went to her desk, looking at her screen.

"So the first thing you have to do is sign in to your DriveTech account on the website, which is the first initial of your first name, then your last name, then the last four digits of your ID number. It's on your ID."

I pulled out my ID and committed the account to memory.

"Anyways, once you're signed in, you have to go to the menu and click on orders. Each order here needs to be logged and scheduled. So you go into the calendar here, choose the nearest available time slot, and fit it in. Make sure you don't book 1:00pm to 2:00pm, that's lunch break for us. After that, you take the email in the order and email it with this copy-pasted message that you just have to fill in the times for. Can you do that?"

I was ready. Enthusiastically, I nodded.

Emira smiled. "Yeah, you're ready."

After that, it was working away. Time flew by, there were a lot more orders to be logged than I thought of. But the tedious work continued for at least an hour, before I felt some cold liquid drop on my head.

I looked up.

Another drop.

"Oh, no..." Emira lamented. "The damn pipe is broken again. Here, let me help you."

She stood up off her chair and walked over to my side. There was a pipe running along the ceiling, painted the same color as the ceiling, and at a connection it was dripping. Emira came right over to me, standing quite close to me as she started reaching for the valve. She couldn't reach it, so she started standing on her tip-toes.

When she lifted up a few inches, I suddenly felt something soft and warm against my face, thinly shielded by a fabric exterior. I turned around, finding myself face to face with Emira's balloon boobs.

They were right in front of me, and they were so huge... comparatively, my small mounds were nothing. They were perfectly round implants, obviously fake, and her large and pointed nipples stuck out at me. It was terrifying.

Then Emira leaned forwards a bit. Her boobs pressed into my face. For a second, I was so shocked, I couldn't do anything... until I felt something hard touch my cheek.

Her left nipple.

"There it is." Emira was done.

I immediately recoiled in fear of being marked as a pervert.

Emira noticed what was up.

"Oh... you see my boobs? Don't worry, they're harmless." She laughed so hard at her own joke.

I nervously laughed quietly along.

"I mean, thanks for making them significant, hey? I spent good money on these babes! But seriously, they're nothing to be afraid of. See?"

Out of nowhere, she suddenly thrust her bosom into my face. Unexpectedly, I let out a muffled "Mmph!" as her soft tits were stroked across my face. She laughed, upon seeing my embarrassed and blushing face.

That was, essentially, my introduction to DriveTech. My introduction to being an Administrative Assistant for a company which dealt in miracles. I was going to be working under her for the foreseeable future.

Fake plastic tits being squished in my face. It was complete heaven.

"Don't worry, they seem intimidating, but I bet yours will be quite the formidable weapon when your transition has run its course..." Emira remarked. She winked at me.

Little did she know that she was foreshadowing quite the event in my life.

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My heart still racing from Emira's comment and boob attack, I found it surprisingly hard to work after that. I was being much slower with the logging of the orders, and I didn't know why. I was sweating. The noises of the office seemed to be amplified ten fold. Keyboard clicking and typing, paper swooshing, the odd small talk with the two coworkers by the microwave and vending machine, it was all too much. It was really disorienting.

I looked over at Emira. I could see why she was the receptionist here. Yes, she had no boundaries and a crazy fashion style, but she was really efficient at her job. Perfectly in tune with her surroundings when it came to work. Perfectly balancing her personal and professional life.

"H--how... how do you do it?" I suddenly asked.

Emira turned towards me.

"Sorry?"

I must have not vocalized what I was saying earlier. "I mean, concentrate and be as professional as you are through all of this."

"Babe, that's just how I am. It's what I've learned from being here for so long. You'll be fine in the end, I'm sure." She reassured me.

I wasn't too reassured, though. Basically, she was just telling me that everything would work out, that in due time the world would correct itself. That didn't sit right with me. How could I make things right without doing anything and just sitting back?

Disoriented, time had stopped flying by by then. Now it was just a hard, long gruel. But still, the notion that this was, in reality, a great job, kept me from giving up. I had been given so much. What would it be worth if I couldn't rise to the occasion?

At some point in time, a person stood up from their cubicle, put away their things, and left the office out the front door. I didn't think much of it. Then another person stood up and left. Then another. Soon most people were gone. I was just watching everyone leave.

Then Emira put her binder and things in her bag and started standing up.

"Where-- where are you going?" I asked.

"It's lunch time, babe." She said calmly, walking out the front.

I watched as she walked away, also now noticing that she had a prominent BBL in her rear swaying around as she moved.

I sighed. I opened my phone and began looking for nearby places to find some quick food.

The door to the office opened and Kenneth walked out. Standing over me, he asked, "Yuriko, can you come into my office for a second?"

I looked up. "Yeah, what's up?"

"Just need to talk to you for a second." He walked back inside.

I stood up, looking around. Maybe one or two people were still inside the office, just finishing up work. I looked inside the office, then stepped inside.

Before I could begin describing the office, I was taken by surprise and nearly lifted off my feet. Kenneth closed the door as he began kissing me passionately while holding me. I nearly fainted from the surprise.

Noticing my shock, Kenneth immediately recoiled.

"Oh-- I'm sorry... I really got ahead of myself, we're-- you're not there yet..."

"No, no. You just caught me off guard... that's all." Feeling emotion rise up within me, I explained myself as I closed the gap between us and began reciprocating his actions.

In between kisses, Kenneth managed to say, "You look even better than this morning... god, you're so fucking hot..."

I felt such joy and lust at his words.

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It had become a bit of a routine, looking myself in the mirror in the morning. Everyday, it seemed I would find something new with me.

Me and Kenneth hadn't gotten to the point where we were sleeping in the same bed. I still had my own room. But we were romantically involved at this point, especially fueled by my ever-changing appearance.

I clutched my ever-present testicles and moved them upwards to look under. There was a new hole, right below my cock, that seemed to be my pussy. Every day, when touching it, it became more and more sensitive.

It had been sixteen days since beginning my transition. In this time, my hair was now to my shoulders and resembling a nice, short yet voluminous vintage cut. My face had become even more perfected, being smoothed over and looking more like the perfect, cute female Asian face Kenneth desired. My body had stayed around the same length, 5'11". It seemed somethings were remaining the same about me.

My boobs were now about C-cups. Still very firm and supple, they were about the size of large apples and only slightly affected my balance. Emira had been making a point of noting that they were now large enough to be noticed through my button-up shirt. I appreciated it.

My waist had actually gotten thinner, surprising me, keeping me with a very nice hourglass figure. My hips now flared out quite a decent amount for a woman. My arms were much skinnier, slender, and overall more feminine. I had a better butt, thicker legs, things seemed a lot more feminine. Clothed or not, I seemed like a very normal woman now with a decent body.

I passed as a woman.

To me, that was what mattered.

Now, I seemed a lot more settled in with who I was. It seemed like the transformation was now winding down. Less changes were occurring every day. I had gotten closer with Emira, perfected my efficiency at work, purchased better and finer clothes. Finally started getting around to learning makeup. Cooked more for Kenneth. I was learning how to not just be a woman, but Kenneth's dream woman. I felt, for the first time in my life, like I was starting to succeed. It was a great feeling.

Another routine I had, a strange fixation, really, was looking up Kenneth. As a Transcendant, he was quite famous. He had presence, made it into plenty of news articles and was talked about often. What he was doing, how he dressed, what kind of things DriveTech did, it was pointed at him. He was a phenomenon, really. Often invited to movie premieres, galas, fundraisers. One of the more famous Transcendants, actually. The success and goodwill that DriveTech promoted made him very known to non-Transcendants. Countless bedridden people were alive, well, and able thanks to his work. He was famous in the medical field, but also everywhere else. A real celebrity. To the point that he even had cult followers on social media that worshiped him and his attractiveness. I found a bitter taste in my mouth whenever I found such a post. He wasn't theirs, he didn't belong to them. He had me.

A strange phenomenon began affecting me at this time, unusually. Often, in situations where I would be faced with a choice, I would have a deep feeling, kind of like the kind when you're about to do something illegal. I would have a deep feeling stirring me into one clear direction, one definite choice. It always seemed associated with Kenneth, with what he wanted. It seemed like my transformation was granting me the ability to feel what choice would be best for Kenneth, which one he would choose and which one he wouldn't. I figured I might be able to get some use out of it.

This phenomenon occurred quite a lot, for example, when picking out clothes to buy. I could almost feel his presence, his reaction. If I held up a red, lacy dress and then a silky, black corset, I could kind of... feel his lust towards me in the corset. It was kind of unnerving, but also really hot to feel his passion. It began influencing what I was wearing, as well as what I would say and do. I began leaning more towards dark, almost alternative-style outfits, which seemed to perk his interest. He had a thing for dark, mysterious but outwardly confident girls in sexy outfits.

So often, I would end up wearing nice, dark casual outfits that had quite a bit of cleavage and showed off my shoulders. He seemed to prefer my shorts and skirts to be on the shorter side.

As much as he liked dark and mysterious looking girls, he definitely preferred girls with hearts of gold for personalities. Sincere, cute and awkward seeming girls, with a bit of a nerdy side and a bubbly energy. I began wearing my reading glasses more to come off as more interested in hobbies and things. It was already basically true. As a former guy, I was already very much into video games and anime and cool, masculine things. So it wasn't hard to come off that way as a girl.

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"Good morning, Yuriko... how did you sleep?"

The groggy Kenneth had awoken from his deep slumber. He sat at the kitchen table, still drained from his long night up of getting work done.

"I slept well, I guess." I said. Every day I was getting closer and closer to the cute anime girl cosplayers and moody goth girls of his dream.

I was making his favorite, French toast.

"So-- don't mean to bother you, Yuriko... are you busy or something?" He asked after yawning.

I flipped the toast over on the pan. "No, what's up, Ken-Ken?"

Ken-Ken. The name had kind of stuck. Inspired by Evangelion, I utilized the play on his name to come off more cute and adoring. It seemed like Kenneth liked it, so I tried to call him by it when it was acceptable to do so.

"There's this really big advertising data firm pitching to us right now, and it looks like we'll probably hire them for our advertising. They're trying to secure us for the Asian market. It seems like a pretty good idea considering we're just doing services in North America right now. There's one meeting here where the executives there will come to us, and then there will be a meeting at their headquarters to seal the deal. Wanna join us for our first meeting here?"

"Yeah, sure!" The idea of finally seeming like an important cogwheel in DriveTech's machine appealed to me. "What about the other meeting?"

Kenneth sighed. "Well, it-- their headquarters are in Japan, but I'm hoping to meet them half the way in London..."

"Japan?"

"Y--yeah. Japan. But London--"

"You know... I have been meaning to go back to visit my grandparents in Kyoto. They haven't heard from me since my transition... and I do just want to go back to Japan sometimes."

Kenneth thought for a second. "Hmm..."

I took the toast off. Breakfast was now ready.

"You know, we could go to Japan for the meeting. A sort of good will thing. You know, they are coming all this way for us, we might as well do the same... and I do need a break."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let me phrase it like this. After the pitch, why don't we stay in Japan for a while and call it a vacation? Our first trip together."

"Wait, what?! Really?" I was beyond bewildered. We hadn't been together for that long.

"Yeah. You want to go there anyways. You can take me sightseeing, be my tour guide. You know, I think it would be fun. I've always wanted to visit Shibuya." Kenneth suggested nonchalantly.

I brought over the French toast, now complete with maple syrup and butter on top. "Ah... this is so exciting! You're the best, Ken-Ken! Really."

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"Holy shit."

Those were the first words to escape my mouth that morning.

The first stage of the pitch had went well. I was so excited, in my corporate outfit, sitting and taking notes as the presentation continued. Sitting by one end of the long table in the meeting room, by Renee and Kenneth. I listened intently as the Japanese firm went through their demonstration. It seemed like DriveTech would benefit from this partnership to me.

I was content. The transformation had all but stopped, leading me to start finally getting comfortable in my own skin. I was a bit surprised that it was already over, given that it was supposed to last a month, but that was a rough estimate anyways.

My body, it seemed, was finally ready to be enjoyed. I looked beautiful, yes, but I also looked real. Like a real person with still some imperfections. Not completely attractive like a model.

Real.

Now, the first stage of the pitch had concluded. That was two days ago. And now, in one more day, me and Kenneth would be headed for Japan. I had gotten everything ready. What I would bring, what I needed to prepare, my clothes, it was all perfectly in order to make the trip as perfect as possible.

"Holy fucking shit." I repeated. I had been completely taken aback when I woke up this morning. Completely and utterly surprised. It seemed like a mistake that I had decided to continue the mistake of looking in the mirror to examine any changes.

Changes.

Boy, there were some big damn changes.

First of all. My hair was really long. Like really long. Past my shoulders, it was so voluminous and curly that it was out to my shoulders. A natural black, it had taken on a personality of its own it seemed. The bangs were so prominent that they nearly obscured my eyes entirely, although I could see fine.

My face. When I lifted up my bangs to get a closer look, I was completely caught off guard. My face looked absolutely perfect. More cute, more sincere and perfect than a model, it seemed like I didn't need makeup. My face was the perfect cute female anime cosplayer kind, with complex blush and large and innocent eyes. My reading glasses complemented them perfectly.

My body. Perfect was an understatement. This... this was beyond. My height now reaching an even and clean 6'0", my neck and arms were long, slender, and feminine. My shoulders tapered off at a near 90˚ angle and gave way to much more. My waist was still thin, giving way to a near impossible hourglass shape. My hips spread out at least six inches from my body and gave way to thighs as thick as a log. When I tensed and flexed, they looked ready to crush skulls. The general thickness trend continued down all the way. My stomach still retained that fit but not muscular look. Just the barely visible outline of abs.

But the elephant in the room -- by far, the most insane and unimaginable thing about me.

My pair of glorious, gigantic oppai.

The size of basketballs, they reached out beyond my shoulders and down almost to my belly button. They were by far the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen. Definitely past even an F-cup. Maybe a H, I, or even J-cup sized. And they were completely natural. Not perfectly round globes but soft, pliable pillows of heaven in the form of flesh. Milkers. My nipples, also impossibly huge. About an inch in diameter, they were super sensitive to the touch. They seemed to serve the same function now as my clitoris.

Pure pleasure.

Calcium cannons, these were. They were the size of buckets.

They were quite heavy. My back had somehow naturally compensated, but when I ran or turned around quickly, I could feel their weight being moved around. And they stuck out quite a bit too. I had to really move around them if I wanted to open cabinets or stand above something. They were massive. If I wanted to, I could cause some real damage with them.

The saddening part about all of this was that all of the clothes I owned, all of the clothes I had bought for the Japan trip, they were all ruined. Within one day, I was going to have to make due and find new clothes.

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Sizzle. Eggs hit the pan and began hissing instantly as they were heated. When the smell of scrambled eggs hit Kenneth's room, he woke up.

"Yu--Yuriko?!" Kenneth began rushing down the stairs. Even from the second floor balcony, he could tell that there was something that was definitely different about me. "What happened?!"

There I was, in all my glory. Nothing I could find fit me, so I made due with what I could. Nothing.

Yeah, that's right. While cooking, I decided to wear the baggiest shorts I could, some nice fishnet leggings, tall socks, and, well, no top. I guess I could have wrapped something around them, but it was kind of a statement.

"Why-- why aren't you wearing... woah." Kenneth finally realized what he was looking at once he blinked and cleared the haze out of his eyes.

He was looking at my face. "You're-- it's so... oh my god, you look so gorgeous. When did this--"

"My boobs are down here, Ken-Ken..." I pointed down. He looked down.

"Holy fucking shit."

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"No fucking way. When did this happen?!" Kenneth was at a loss for words otherwise.

"I have no clue! This morning I just woke up, and I was huge like this! I can't even find anything that will fit me, and cooking is so hard when my tits are almost touching the pan!" I was freaking out a bit as well.

"They're so fucking hot..." Kenneth admitted.

"Do you... do you like them?" I said, unsure and awkward.

"Fuck yeah."

I looked down at his pants. He usually didn't have any when just coming down from bed for breakfast. Now was no exception. Just his white briefs.

And they were sticking out quite a bit from the tentpole erected there.

I looked up at him with a smile.

"Fuck yeah." I repeated back to him.

It was a lucky thing that Kenneth had his comfortable, dentist-like chair still out. Because immediately after thrashing him against the wall, I threw him onto the chair. With my now pretty obvious height difference, about four inches on him, I was able to lead. After ripping open his pants and staring at his girthy, eight inch cock for a moment, I explained.

"You know, normally I would give you a blowjob right now, and that does sound super appealing, but I want to try something different."

Luckily my top was nonexistent, so I could get right to the point. I hoisted my gigantic globes up above, holding them there for a second to build anticipation, before thrashing them down upon him. I could feel his hardness, it was smooth and throbbing. I began mashing my tits back and forth on either size of his cock, moving them back and forth and all sorts of other way. Kenneth let out a moan.

"You like it? Fuck yeah..." I commented. I began pushing harder and harder, leading to another exclamation.

"You're so... goddamn ahead of me..." Kenneth managed to say in between waves of sensation and pleasure. Looking at him, seeing myself become the woman he truly wanted, it was intoxicating. My long, voluminous hair. My huge, impossibly large boobs. Thickest thighs I had ever seen. This was heaven.

I thrashed back and forth more. Back and forth, back and forth, his body lay near limp save for the convulsions he would make when I squeezed. Ken was just taking it all in passively. Letting it happen.

All the while, the amazing sensation of my nipples being rubbed just against his skin sent feeling all over my body. It was electric, feeling amazing and impossibly good. And this was just from giving a titfuck.

"Yuriko-- I... you gotta-- you gotta stop..."

I didn't stop. It was too good for both of us for me to stop. My body was on fire, acting on impulse like a robot forced to obey. It wasn't my choice. It was my animal lust.

"Yuriko-- you gotta stop... I'm gonna cum!" Kenneth warned.

In my mind, I thought about it. Rationally, I thought about stopping now while I was riding the high. So that he wouldn't ejaculate. So that I wouldn't get squirted on or ingest semen.

But when I thought about getting squirted on, when I thought of ingesting Kenneth's cum, getting messy...

... it just made me feel even more lust.

I switched up onto my original plan. On instinct, like my body was moving on my own, I started to loose up on my boobs as I cocked my head back and threw it headfirst onto his penis.

My mouth started sucking immediately, trying desperately to go further. This felt like a different kind of pleasure. Just the idea of sucking Kenneth's cock made me feel hot.

Kenneth let out one last warning. "I'm-- gonna-- cum!" He yelled, as I felt his penis pulsating and pumping. This was my last chance-- and I took it. I dug deeper in, with no regard for whether I would be able to swallow or even breathe.

I somehow got all eight of his inches down my throat.

A wave of fresh, hot cum quickly ingulfed my throat, pouring down. I could feel it trickling down my body as I sucked up more and more. Mindlessly. Like in a trance, I felt no other choice but to go through with it.

More and more cum swallowed. Sucking up more and more. It seemed to continue for an eternity-- his cock pumping hot semen down my neck with such back-and-forth force that it felt like I was on a rocking horse.

And finally, it stopped.

There was silence. A paused moment in time as the last of the cum went inside of me. Kenneth stayed lying down, breathing heavy. My mouth still attached to his cock.

"You-- you wanna get off now?"

I nodded, looking up at him cutely with my mouth all the way down his dick and with cum dripping down my face. I started to withdraw, until--

I exclaimed a muffled scream.

"What is it?!" Kenneth asked, sitting up and looking at me.

I was still attached to his cock.

"Will you get off and talk to me?!" He asked.

I tried again to withdraw. No go.

I gave Kenneth a surprised glance as I began trying hard. My jaw would break off if I opened it any more. In between muffled whining, Kenneth tried to use his hands to take me off.

I was stuck on his cock.

"Fuck! How-- do we have to... I'll go to the kitchen to get some oil or butter." Kenneth suggested, standing up. I got knocked back, still with my mouth firmly sealed around his cock.

"Fuck!" Kenneth exclaimed. He looked at the kitchen. "Alright, Yuriko. I'm going to try something, okay? I'm still hard, christ..."

I nodded.

He began waddling backwards towards the doorway. On my hands and knees, crawling along the floor to keep up, I had to keep my mouth on and nearby unless I wanted my jaw broken. Slowly Kenneth made his way backwards, out into the main living room with me. My jiggling breasts were so massive that they were on the floor when I was crawling, dragging along and bouncing, as were my thighs.

"I really hope this works..." Kenneth sighed. This was an utterly ridiculous situation.

An idea came to mind. I let out a muffled scream to get Kenneth's attention. "What is it?!" He asked, panicking. I held out my hand to get him to stop, then I started my plan.

I began sucking his cock again.

"Great..." Kenneth sarcastically added.

Nevertheless, I was once again sucking. I held on to him, and the more I sucked, the more liquid I could feel moving around. Drool, cum, it was loosening the grip. I looked down at my wet breasts dripping with cum. I picked them up, hoisting them around his cock.

"It's starting to feel too good again-- I really hope this works, Yuriko..." Kenneth said. He winced from the mind-numbing pleasure.

I started twisting. I twisted clockwise around his cock -- an inch off. Counterclockwise -- another inch off.

Then another.

And another.

More inches-- until it was just his bulbous head left. I breathed in, readying myself. Then, with all my might, I began pushing against Kenneth.

"Hghhhh...!" A muffled and strained voice.

"Hey, what're you--" Kenneth interjected.

I pushed as hard as I could. Breaking free, I screamed out as I leaned back and fell back first onto the floor.

Breathing in and out quickly, I looked up at Kenneth, who was over me to make sure I was okay.

"Let's-- let's not do that again, okay?" I asked with nervous laughter and an unsure chuckle.