During the first hour of my journey to womanhood I moaned, begged, and screamed as Pete’s huge cock moved back and forth in my pussy. After a while I was either numb, or well-stretched, because it didn’t hurt anymore, and I was completely in love with the feeling of his cock sliding deep inside of me. I knew I was a girl now, because when Pete pulled his cock out of me, I begged him to put it back in.

He said, "don’t worry. I’m taking a break but you’re not," and he dragged a small table behind me. He put a fucking machine on top of the table, and pushed its huge dildo up my ass. When he turned the knob the machine took over the job of fucking me, while Pete fondled my ass, and gave it a few good smacks. Pete walked away to make a phone call and I thought about what I had said earlier. Before my spanking I insisted that I would not be fucked in the ass, and yet there I was, strapped down and raped, and begging for more. I was completely excited about being his helpless victim, and although I felt like a girl, I still had a throbbing hard-on and pressurized balls that needed release.

Pete came back in a few minutes with a cleaned cock, that was still hard as a rock, and pulled the hi-chair under my face. In another minute I was sucking his cock while the machine continued creating my new pussy.

As I sucked obediently Pete explained to me that I would be moving out of my apartment, and into his basement. Publicly I would be doing this to save money, but secretly, I was moving into his house because I was going to become his wife. Then he told me that he had called Jim, and that he would be stopping by. I gagged on his cock when he said that, because I was horrified at the thought of one of the guys from work seeing me like this, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

When Jim walked in to see me strapped to a table naked with Pete’s cock in my mouth and a machine fucking my ass he laughed at my predicament, and felt entitled to a few handfuls of my ass. "I see you have a feminine side that we didn’t know about, Michael."

Pete corrected him, saying, "After tonight he’s not Michael anymore. Now we’ll be calling him Michelle," as he took his beautiful cock out of my mouth and stood up. He walked behind me, turned off the machine, and pulled the dildo out. He told Jim to strip and sit in the hi-chair, while he guided his big hard-on back into my pussy, and then sent it deep.

Jim was a good-looking man who I sometimes fantasized about blowing, and it seemed like now I was going to get my chance. There was no sense in trying to hide my homosexuality now, so I stared at Jim as he began to strip in front of me, and I wasn’t shy about looking at the bulge in his pants.

First he took off his shoes and socks, and when he lifted his shirt over his head I was a bit shocked to see that he was wearing a bra, but I certainly couldn’t tease him about it while there was a huge cock up my ass. When he pulled his pants down