The Kissogram Part 1

 

“Every shade of lipstick means something on a girl...” Penny explained as she rummaged in her makeup bag. “Pink is subtle, but with a bit of gloss it is juicy like a ripe fruit. It means the girl wants to be plucked down from her branch and devoured – though not by everyone. Only those lucky few...” She continued to search for the shade she wanted, clearly starting to get frustrated. Meanwhile, Joe sat wide-eyed and frozen in place – a coat of lipstick away from a completed makeover.

Joe's older sister had always had a twisted vengeful side. It was a bear that really didn't need much prodding. So, when Joe had crashed a motorised scooter into the side of her car two days earlier leaving an enormous hideous scratch, he knew instantly she would seek some kind of revenge. Denying it had been hopeless. The whole thing had been captured on the electronic doorbell camera outside their house. Penny had watched the footage first – a clearly intoxicated Joe with one hand on the handlebars, the other wrapped around a bottle of beer, trying to impress a couple of neighbourhood girls, and the cogs of her mind had started plotting payback instantly. Her options were endless – once she had threatened to show their parents or even the local police, he had been hers to mould.

The makeover was just a placeholder punishment. There would be much more to come even if Penny hadn't decided what it would be yet. Together with her friend Deanna, they had pulled Joe into her bedroom and spent an entire afternoon shaving and grooming him until he was ready to be stuffed into some of Penny's more feminine clothing. The rest of the revenge had been pencilled in as parading him around the town's Valentine's fair but they were still scheming for something better.

“Aarggh...” Penny tossed her makeup bag to the floor in annoyance. “Looks like I don't have any pink. Deanna... “ She turned to her friend. “Throw me your pink!”

“I don't have pink...” Deanna muttered sheepishly. “I have red!” She offered.

“Red is for whores!” Penny declared and then turned to Joe with an evil grin. “Perfect for you! Deanna, your lipstick. You do the honours!” Penny watched her blonde friend gleefully hold her brother's chin firmly as she smeared on a thick layer of red. Once she had finished, she winked and placed a big kiss on Joe's lips in a teasing fashion. Noticing some of the makeup had transferred to her own lips, she instinctively pursed them and paused. A moment of silence passed before she suddenly grabbed the feminised boy by the back of the head and pulled him into a deep kiss. “Whoaa!” Penny yelled. “What the...don't do that!” She dragged her friend off her brother and held her by the shoulders. Deanna's pupils were dramatically dilated in an almost manic fashion. “Hey!” Penny grabbed her friend's hand and lifted it to her face. “What the hell is in this lipstick?!”

double Double

 

“Do you trust me?” Isabella held out her hand. Alec stared into the intensity that was her huge watering eyes and fell in love all over again. When she batted her eyelashes, his heart almost stopped. She was his best friend but he wished with every molecule of his body that she could be so much more. Alas, it could never be... Isabella had been with her boyfriend even longer than she had been friends with Alec. What could he do? Even if he somehow broke them apart, it would almost certainly spell the end of their friendship. And now, what was this about? He was not only being asked to be okay with Isabella and her boyfriend, she was asking him to go along with them on their Valentine's date, and dressed like... “I said, do you trust me?” Isabella interrupted his inner-monologue.

“Of course I do,” Alec stammered. “It's just...this! Really?!” He held out the delicate satin dress in one hand, and the blonde wig in the other. “You're asking me to humiliate myself!”

“I'm asking you to keep an open mind!” Isabella soothed. “I promise you, Alec, this will all make sense. It will all be worth it!” She placed a hand on his cheek and tilted her head forward so he could see the whites of her eyes – batting her eyelashes once more. Alec found his resistance crumbling. He knew she could probably make him do anything and that just ate him up – knowing they could never be together. He was head over heels for her. That made it manipulation, didn't it?

Isabella took her time transforming him – first handing him a pair of silk panties to put on in the bathroom and then wrap a towel around himself to preserve his modesty. Next, she shaved his legs and arms and applied a buttery cream that made his skin super soft and bronzed. Her touch made Alec grateful for the towel covering his now semi-interested manhood. She trimmed his nails and eyebrows and applied subtle makeup that reframed his face completely in a new more feminine light. He had a slight frame and gentle features and it didn't take much to make him look androgynous – the wig pushed him firmly into girlishness. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it was time to dress him. Isabella eased impossibly soft silk stockings up his freshly smooth legs and snapped to tops around his thighs to hold them in place. A bra and the heels came next and Alec looked like something from a pin-up calendar decked out in full make-up, lingerie and heels. He stood awkwardly in the stilettos and Isabella passed the dress over his head and let the soft fabric drop down over his body. He had only moments to adjust to his new appearance when the bell rang. Isabella opened the door to let her boyfriend inside, who was followed by...what the hell?!

“Isabella, babe!” The girl gushed – her jaw dropping open at the sight of Alec sitting sheepishly in his outfit. “You set me up with a trap? And an adorable one at that! Girl, I know we're twins, but I still can't believe you know me this well!” The new girl blushed, clearly smitten with her date already as Isabella stood with her arms folded and a satisfied smile on her face – otherwise they were completely identical.

Double double

 

'You're doing it because you're a little bitch!' Alex's sister's words echoed in his head as he sat in the crowded restaurant on a busy Valentine's Day evening watching the maitre'd guide his sister's boyfriend and her boyfriend's best friend towards the table. He sure felt like a little bitch right now. Isabel sat across from him grinning like a Cheshire cat. She knew she had done a great job transforming him into her sister – using his slight frame and delicate features against him to craft a pretty creature with high cheekbones, plucked arching eyebrows and plump red lips. What his body lacked in the breast department had been skilfully disguised with a satin dress that had a huge ruffled neckline stretching around his arms and chest and plunging down his back. The rest of the gown was short and rode high on his waxed legs and he needed to press his thighs together as Isabel had shown him to avoid flashing his panties, A thick bejewelled choker smartly hid his Adam's apple to ensure her boyfriend's buddy wouldn't suspect a thing – to ensure his date wouldn't suspect a thing. Alex sat up ramrod straight – rigid with nerves, feeling every bit the little bitch Isabel has told him he was.

“You're doing it because you're little bitch!!” Isabel had declared immediately after telling Alex her plan and listening to his weak protests. A week earlier, he had accidentally broken up her relationship with her boyfriend by sending her a prank Valentine's card. The boyfriend found it and suspected Isabel of running around behind his back, breaking off their tryst. Initially, she had demanded Alex come clean, however, she changed her mind when she realised what might happen to her waifish brother at the hands of her bigger, stronger beau. So, she had begged, until eventually the boy had agreed to a Valentine's Day reunion on one condition – Isabel find a partner for his down bad friend, Instantly seeing the opportunity for revenge, she had agreed without hesitation.

Alex had begged until the last, dragging his (high) heels right up to the threshold of their front door. But ultimately, as much as he didn't want to strut around in a mini-dress, he didn't want to get beaten to a pulp even more so. And so, he had gone along with the double date, saying little and smiling sweetly as Isabel and her boyfriend fondled one another beneath the table. The boy he had been paired with didn't seem like a bad guy – he was chivalrous even, opening Alex's napkin and handing him his menu, but he was a guy all the same, and so was Alex. His stomach was so cramped with nerves that he couldn't imagine eating, so when Isabel told the boys they were going to freshen up, relief washed over him. There was still the dilemma of using the women's bathroom but even five minutes away from the table and the boys' leering eyes was something.

“Where do you think you're going?” Isabel chastised him as he started to follow her into the restroom – a cruel smile was etched across her face. “You're due in the men's room right about now. I promised your date a little entrée.” She drank in the horror in his expression. “I suppose I can always tell my boyfriend what you did... He seems pretty fond of me again.” She watched her brother's head drop as he turned slowly towards the other bathroom. “That's a good little bitch!” She patted his rump in the tight dress, pert from walking in the heels. “Bon appetite!”

Hot House Part 4

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Despite his sissy maid experience being the harbinger of what was to come, Jared left the house relatively shortly after Emi had led her inglorious takeover of his and his male housemates' manhoods. It had only taken a few jolts to his scrotum, a few unsolicited spankings, a few impromptu outfit changes to convince him to cut his losses and beg the the Hot House producers to let him leave. The final straw had been one evening where Emi and one of the other girls had dressed him and Robbie in cheerleader outfits and forced them to make out with each other while the rest of the girls, and millions at home, watched on in glee. The other boys tongue had slid between his plumped glossy lips just as the cages wrapped tightly around their groins buzzed in unison.

Jared had begged for the return of his socials but what could he do? He had signed a contract and legally he didn't have a leg to stand on. The producers laughed in his still cosmetic caked face and had security remove him from the studio with his only source of income in their possession. He had tried to put it behind him but what does a 22-year-old motocross influencer do for money once you take away his social media accounts. Every time he attempted to play it straight he was thwarted by the fact he was now world famous for being a simpering sissy that made out with other sissies while having his cock lit up like a Roman Candle. Hot House was a global sensation and Jared was collateral damage.

Within two months Jared was on the verge of homelessness and Hot House was still reaching peak levels of popularity. He tried one last time to beg for the return of his social media accounts and when the producers refused, he requested to be let back into the house. To his surprise the show runners responded with a counter offer.

The other housemates had been amazed to see Jared return to the Hot House, and they were amazed further still when they saw the saw the price he had paid for it – two huge new breasts that bounced buoyantly on his chest. The girls were quick to put them to use, rubbing oiled up dildos, the latest of Emi's introductions between them, before pushing them into Jared's new collagen filled lips. He became an instant favourite for when the girls selected their toy for the night and trades were frequently made to gain his company. There were now six sissified boys shared between four female housemates and two, sometimes three, of his fellow sissies were exchanged for his nightly services. The biggest effect of his return, however, was on the other boys. Now they were truly broken. For, if Jared was willing to get tits to get back into the house, what chance did they ever have of getting out? They now knew that they were residents of this feminised hell house for the long haul. They were pathetic human sex-toys being played with by a gang of horny girls in the shop window of the world...and there was nothing they could do about it.

The Rebound Part 3

The staff at BabeKraft called them 'blastovers'. It was when one of their girls had undergone a particularly extreme transformation, usually with huge fake tits, or prominent tattoos and the only way to cover them up and meet another customer's preferences was to designate them to equally extreme sets of specs that could hide the old persona. Of course, BabeKraft's usually girls got paid extra for these jobs, but not Tony. The team of engineers were adamant that even though it was his final date, the body that had been given him as part of his night at the BDSM club was not something that could be covered over with a girl of modest appearance. As they were explaining this, his inner voice was screaming once more “So this is permanent?! What have you fuckers done to me?!”

And yet, as he entered the home they had sent him to for his final date, he felt an enormous sense of relief. It was nearly over. It was almost done and he would be able to move on with his life – no more Emma, no more BabeKraft, no more being a bimbo escort or vengeful-ex's plaything.

For this date, his tits and ass had been inflated to bursting point and wrapped in a tiny gold bikini. His previously raven hair had been once again bleached and the tattoos and been extensively and painfully reworked. Once the machine had finished on his appearance, it had applied a sheen of what Tony suspected was baby oil that introduced a gleam to his cartoonish voluptuousness and added the sensation that he was slithering everywhere. That's exactly how he felt as he entered the bedroom of his date's home and saw an enormous man sitting on the end of the bed...with Emma knelt behind him, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

Tony felt a new kind of tightness in his chest. So, this is what she had meant by 'new experiences'? Threesomes with a man mountain and his custom-built design-an-escort? In spite of his ridiculous bimbo caricature of an appearance, he must have been exactly what they ordered as they both smiled hungrily as he entered the room. The man rubbed his hands together and Emma licked her lips as Tony experienced betrayal, fear and a sense of the inevitable all in one incredibly bitter pill.

“Bring her over here!” Emma ordered her partner. “I want first!” The man rose and grabbed Tony by the arm, pulling him down to his knees where Emma now sat on the edge of the bed, her jeans kicked off on the floor. She leaned over and held him by the hair. Surely she would recognise him! His body had been changed beyond belief but his eyes were still the same – eyes that she had gazed into countless times. She stared long and hard – her pupils narrowing inquisitively...until finally a mean smirk cracked her beautiful face and she leant back on to the bed, forcing Tony's face deep into her crotch. He felt the conditioning start to take over as she pulled him deeper and he pushed his pierced tongue between his fat lips to taste her sopping sex. Emma groaned loudly just as Tony was contemplating how his life had hit rock bottom. She tugged him tighter so that he was practically breathing her, just as her date started to unfasten his gold bikini bottoms to expose his machine installed prosthetic pussy and ass. A firm hand pushed his legs apart and something dribbled down his inner thigh while Emma screamed in ecstasy. “I think...” the man chuckled and spanked Tony hard across his round ass, “...that we're going to have to get BabeKraft to lend us this one on the regular!”

 

The Rebound Part 2

Tony had always considered himself a one-woman man. He had been unendingly loyal to Emma and considered her the love of his life – even at the end when the writing had been on the wall and her wandering eye had sought out new experiences. Tony wasn't sure what he was now but he wasn't one-woman anything. Since that first date, he had been in that room three more times as the team at BabeKraft redesigned and reshaped him again and again to meet the requests of new customers. The robotic arms had punctured his skin, inflating his body where it had once been flat, rounding curves that had once been angular, and moulding new prosthetic parts to his face...his hips...his chest...his groin. Tony had protested, of course, screaming and yelling over and over, “This isn't permanent, is it?” as the room's engineers watched from a viewing window while the robot arms sculpted him.

The behavioural changes were even worse. He wasn't sure how it worked. Some kind of hypnotic conditioning made more effective by drugs injected into him in the room, perhaps, but he sure as hell felt the effects of them. The first time hadn't been too bad – he had just felt really timid and blushed a lot, but the second date had turned him into some kind of queen bitch – rendering him helpless to stop yelling insults at the guy and smacking him across the ass. Tony would have felt sorry for the man if he didn't know it was exactly what he had ordered. Still, at least he had managed to avoid having sex with any of them yet.

On the fifth date, that was all about to change. Tony leaned weakly on the partition between the two rooms of the BDSM club. The place was as grand as a mansion with crystal chandeliers though everything had been dressed with black latex and vinyl. BabeKraft had made him into a buxom raven-haired beauty covered in tattoos. The 'is this permanent' alarm bells had rang extra shrilly as the robot arms scoured his body with needles. He had wanted to fight back and run for his life - at least he had until the conditioning started to take hold. He felt his resistance melting away as wilful submission washed through his new body.

“You look exactly like my bitch ex-girlfriend,” his date had declared cruelly as he fixed the leash around Tony's throat. “She never let me do anything like this though.” The man coolly appraised Tony trussed up in leather straps. The irony was not lost on Tony. He had signed up to BabeKraft to recreate Emma, and some woman, or at least he had assumed a woman, had been rebuilt to his desire, and now here he was transformed into another man's mean-spirited revenge fantasy about to be dragged into a sex club. To top it all off, his body was telling him he wanted it. Every tug of the leash, every slap across the ass made him horny in a way he had never felt as a man. “I'm going to fuck you in the middle of that room!” His date pointed at a huge double bed covered in couples in various stages of fornication. “And then...” he squeezed Tony's cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, pushing his plumped up lips into an exaggerated pout, “I'm going to watch as everyone else here has a turn!”

 

The Rebound Part 1

 

Tony stood rigid in front of the glass balcony wall that overlooked the luxury resort below. He was trying to appear relaxed, as if he were casually admiring the view of lagoons and palm trees, but inside his heart was jackhammering as he held one wary eye over his shoulder at the bustling bar, trying to spot his date. Casual? Ha, that was a joke! Looking like this? There was nothing casual about the shimmering white dress that hugged his artificially rendered curves, nor the cosmetically enhanced face his wore masking its own features. And yet, that was only one part of his predicament. The stiletto heels he stood in...the synthetic bleach blonde locks fused into his scalp...even his painfully cinched waist...they were just the props. The true dilemma was the role he was being forced to play.

Emma had broken up with Tony three weeks earlier. It was not an unexpected end to their relationship, yet Tony had taken it incredibly badly. Emma had wanted to date other people and so that was that. Tony's friends had insisted he date other people too. However, Tony didn't want to date other people. He wanted Emma. He had scoured dating apps for women with even half the appeal she had for him and found nothing. He had been about to give up when he came across a new app – one that claimed to be different from the rest and give guys exactly what they wanted – BabeKraft.

BabeKraft promised each of its members their perfect girl. Not by chance mind you – there was no wishing upon a lucky star for the woman of your dreams. On the contrary, BabeKraft invited its members to use its design features to customise exactly what they were looking for in a kind of online studio. They could choose an appearance down to the most minute detail and even request specific behaviours. Tony, of course, signed up and spent hours trying to recreate Emma. Only, when he was finally happy with his efforts and set up the date, the woman that met him just wasn't quite right. Sure, she looked like Emma, and even acted a bit like Emma...but she wasn't Emma. So, Tony tried again...and again...and again... When, at the end of the week, his bill came, he realised in horror that he had spent over seven thousand dollars on the app trying to recreate his ex-girlfriend.

BabeKraft hadn't taken his inability to pay his debts lightly, but they had invited him to their offices to discuss a compromise. The compromise in question had been to work for them. Tony only realised in what capacity once it was far too late. With a contract signed, he had been taken to room full of screens and odd looking medical devices with robotic arms. The walk-in-closet from hell had held him in place as it reshaped and redressed him into an exact replica of a beautiful young woman displayed on a screen along one wall. Only then did Tony understand how BabeKraft met their members' specifications quite so precisely.

The memory of that room haunted Tony as he waited for his date. He had been crafted into the girl of some guy's dreams by some AI robotic monstrosity and now he was...what? An escort? Repaying his debt with this new body of his... If only this one date would be enough... The team at BabeKraft had explained it would take at least six to repay what he owed...