Days passed, his mother showed him more and more supposedly wonderful options for transformation, and yet David’s melancholy only worsened. His mother was insistent that he had to make a choice and seemingly would not take no for an answer. She did leave him to himself from time to time if he placated her well enough, but would only ever come back stronger willed, more intent on making him choose.
Indeed it was only the news that his old friend Alice would be visiting that gave him any solace at all.
David had known her since they had been at school together. She and a few others had been his friends throughout his education, but he and Alice had always been close. David had been the odd one out at school, largely due to his father - and reading old books his father had left him. He knew he was seen as a bit of a rebel, and his teachers hadn’t been very approving. After all, he didn’t take what he was taught at face value, unlike most of his fellow students. Even his friends.
Hell he read far more from his dad’s old library than he did his school books. Everything people read nowadays was so glossy and glamorized. There was no substance to it. No realism. There was more exploration of the world and discussion of the esoteric in the first page of The Brothers Karamazov than he had found in the entirety of his schooling.
As they had grown older David had begun to feel a bit more isolated. The influence his rebellious streak had on his friends dimmed with time as they became more accustomed to the realities of modern society. Indeed, as they got closer to graduation their teachers always seemed to emphasize just how vitally important transformation was, what a wonderful opportunity it offered to young men… Only David seemed to question it by the end.
One by one, after leaving school and especially since he lived so far from the city, he had lost touch with his friends. Now Alice was more or less his last connection to his life outside their home.
As such, when Alice walked through the door it felt as it always did as though a piece of his past was suddenly reappearing, reminding him of a time he had slowly begun to forget.
Beaming a smile as she always did, she hugged David tightly and brushed past him as she entered their home. She was beautiful - to David anyway. He always told her so. Yet she seemed to make every effort to improve her appearance regardless.
The world around them didn’t seem to make her feel as beautiful as she was. That was what worried David. So many people were looking outward rather than inward.
“Oh Alice, welcome.” David’s mother bent down to hug her too, and the pair shared a brief glinting smile. “So lovely to see you.”
“Thank you Mrs Beverly!” Alice grinned.
“Now now, you promised to call me Lara! Remember?” She spoke through pursed lips, admonishing her sweetly.
“It’s been so long.” His auntie Mabel added, and kissed her cheek.
As the pair went to the living room, his mother and auntie followed behind. David was well used to having little privacy in his home, indeed, any request to the contrary was always met with accusations of his ‘hormones’ acting up and a feminine titter - and all too often a ‘healthy’ dose of instant smile.
“Maybe you can help David out a bit, Alice.”
David shot his mother a weary, furrowed grimace, but didn’t want to come across childish in front of Alice, let alone give either of the massively thick transformed matrons an excuse to treat him as such.
His mother put a hand on his shoulder and gently but firmly forced David to sit on their massive sofa, as she and his auntie sat either side of him. Their massive thighs soon spilled over his own, squeezing him between them and locking him in place.
“Why? What’s the matter?” Alice asked innocently, but was watching David from the corner of her eye.
“David has developed a rather absurd apprehension about the transformation.” His auntie spoke before David had a chance to respond.
“Aww, David, you know it doesn’t hurt.” Alice chuckled as if he were a child afraid of a vaccination.
“I know, I just… I want to stay as I am.” David implored, hoping Alice out of anyone would understand, nervously glancing at the towering motherly figures beside him.
“See what we mean Alice?” His mother asked in barely disguised exasperation.
Alice crossed her arms as she rested on her knees, looking him in the eye intently.
“Well, David, I’ve considered getting transformed soon. If I thought it was a bad thing do you think I’d be doing it?”
“Maybe you two will be more than just friends after you’re both transformed, hmm?” His mother added wryly, leering at the pair as she licked wine from her lips.
David blushed furiously, staring at the floor. Alice however just smiled politely.
“I remember you used to dislike the idea.” David said softly.
“I did.” Alice agreed. “When we were younger.”
“You’re both older now. It’s time for Alice to become a woman. You need to accept it’s a normal part of life, David.” His auntie intoned.
“Is it so bad to want to look a little better?” Alice asked. “People use makeup, they change their clothes, cut their hair… Heck, people get tattoos, they get plastic surgery. All because they want to look a little nicer. How is this any different? It’s just better technology, David.”
“I know that’s what our textbooks say, Alice, but don’t you see? People don’t need it. It’s… it’s different.”
“If you can’t say why it’s different, then maybe it isn’t. Is it so wrong to want to look pretty, David?”
He couldn’t help but meet her gaze. She was so beautiful.
“You already do.”
Alice seemed to pause for a moment, her smile dimming just a little. The blemish was soon lost, though.
“Awww, you’re too nice David.” She said, and walked over to cuddle him tightly.
“You two really are an adorable couple.” Auntie Mabel said earnestly, and subtly turned the vidscreens behind her on. “Imagine how much more you will be afterwards.”
As they came to life, the display was no longer of just David’s future body… but Alice’s. Soon her attention was drawn away from David to a multitude of idealized images of herself, flashing by one by one.
“Oh David, look…” She murmured, and he did.
What he saw filled him with a deep dread he couldn’t put words to.
He watched as one by one, models of himself were paired up with models of Alice. She became taller, and as each image passed she seemed to sport larger and larger breasts, thicker thighs, a fuller ass. He couldn’t tell if it was just because her model was getting larger but… he seemed to keep getting shorter, weaker, more manipulable.
Alice gasped in sudden delight. “Oh I love that one… go back.”
His auntie pushed a button and the image shimmered back to what it was a few moments before. There Alice stood, easily three feet taller than David was now, and far larger still than the much reduced boy he was in the image next to her.
“Don’t we look just… perfect.” Her voice was dripping with fixation, and her grip on his wrists felt more like shackles.
He tried to pull himself free of the girl who was his best friend… at least, she was for now.
“You really are being awfully silly David.” His mother chided.
“You can’t make me do it.” He said with finality, tugging his hands free at last from his aunt and mother who had been gripping them tightly. He wrestled himself out from under their pillowy thick thighs and stood apart from them all. “There’s no law saying I have to. Even if there was, I wouldn’t do it. I won’t.”
“Now David please be reasonable.” His mother spoke exhaustedly before with a single gulp she emptied her wine glass. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”
“Maybe that’s the problem.” His auntie mused, and whispered in his mother’s ear.
As the two spoke in hushed tones, David’s decision didn’t waver, although his confidence certainly did.
Alice simply smiled, watching the screen above intently, enamoured with the view of herself so large and thick… and with David so much smaller.
***
David was feeling not a little forlorn. Alice’s visit hadn’t been the reprieve he’d been hoping for. If anything it had only made his mother more insistent. When his auntie left a few days later she merely shared a hushed discussion with his mother before giving David one last wicked smile.
Now he felt trapped, more than he ever had, as he watched with his head in one hand as the sun set behind the concrete wall that encircled their home.
His mother, however, was never far from his mind. Nor was she far from him physically most days.
“Did you have a chance to look them over, David? I know you want to make the right choice, but you can’t wait forever.” His mother called from down the hall.
“Not yet.” He said, carefully responding just loudly enough to be heard.
He knew that to raise his voice too much would only act as an invitation for his mother, to insist that his anger - or silence - was just a consequence of his immaturity.
Yet it seemed his effort was in vain, as in spite of his effort she appeared at the door of his bedroom. Resigned, he looked up from one of his father’s books to see her smiling as she entered.
“Well, I’m about to head out for a while. I wanted to introduce you to two people.”
David just blinked, unsure what she meant, until two women followed her into the room. Each was a transformed woman, dressed in casual wear and sporting bodies that - like all the others - were enough to bring any man to the boil. David was no exception.
“This is Melissa, and this is Carra. They’ll be staying with us for as while and helping around the house with one or two… problems.” She said smoothly, and smiled to the pair standing either side of her.
David could only stare in utter shock.
“Now do be on your best behaviour, David! Be polite.” She quipped in her airy tone, before she simply walked out.
David was left sat upon his bed with two bombshells stood just in front of him. Melissa was tall, with pale creamy skin and bleached blonde hair. She sported a truly immense bust, her breasts were perhaps some of the largest he had ever seen. They were barely contained within a loose fitting silky crop top that hugged every curve and barely reached below her bus. Carra on the other hand was more slight, with a defined face and short cut auburn hair, a little more bronzed. She was a little shorter, but broader in all the right places. Where Melissa had a body that was thick but svelte, Carra’s body was pure excess, filled out in every possible way as her soft body seemed practically poured into her clothes.
“It’s so nice to meet you, David.” Melissa offered, and held out her hand. Without thinking, David shook it as she moved to his side, holding it all the while.
“So nice.” Carra agreed, and the pair smiled to each other. “We have a little… job to do, but you don’t need to worry a thing. We’ll take care of everything.”
“Yes, you just lie back and relax.” Melissa said softly, interlacing her fingers with his as she leaned a little closer to him.
Just as his heart began to race,looking back and forth between these goddesses who had so suddenly intruded upon his life, fretting as to what they might do next… the pair were on their feet.
“Just think of us as your new nannies.”
With that, they set about cleaning his room. He usually kept it spotless, and yet they seemed to find any excuse at all to clean every square inch of his room. Or rather, any excuse at all to make a show of doing so. They would bend over, exposing their massive asses or extremely low cut tops showing off excessive cleavage, sighing and groaning in ways that were just a little too sexual to be believable.
He tried to focus on his book, truly. Nobody could have given it a better effort. But he simply could not keep his eyes off the pair as they went to increasing lengths to show off their bodies all under the guise of cleaning.
“My my, such a messy room.” Melissa admonished.
David tried to speak up but the moment he did Carra spoke over him.
“Such a mess, I think this little boy is lucky we came along. He needs women like us to take care of him.”0
“Absolutely.” Melissa agreed, not giving him any chance at all to object as she stretched her arms behind herself, thrusting out her utterly mind boggling breasts as she did so. “I think he’s very lucky we came along when we did.”
She sauntered back over to his bed and placed a finger on his book, slowly tilting it down to his chest.
“Very lucky indeed…” She said with a voice dripping like caramel, and slowly began to tease a single finger along the neckline of her shirt.
“You know Melissa, I heard something very strange about this little boy…” Carra offered in a hushed sing-song tone, as she moved to his other side, sitting on his bed. Her weight alone was enough to set his small mattress creaking.
“What’s that?” Melissa asked, placing her finger to her lips and gently prodding them as if to demonstrate their sheer plush softness.
“I heard…” she said softly, leaning a little closer to David and enclosing upon him as she moved, “that he doesn’t want to get the transformation.”
“No… surely not.” Melissa responded, moving to his other side and swiftly dominating what little free space remained to him. “What boy wouldn’t want to become a sweet little thing for women like us to dote upon and adore?”
Biting her lip, Melissa pressed into his side just as Carra did the same, pinning him between them as their titanic breasts spilled across his chest and pressed together, weighing him down with their sheer mass.
Each lifted and then rested one leg before pressing their thighs atop his legs, tracing their feet down his calves and prying his legs apart due simply to their sheer size forcing the space open between them.
When he stammered out a protest, the girls were more than eager to thrust their breasts into his face. In moments their loose shirts were tugged down and two prominent, turgid nipples - one rosy pink and the other a dusky brown - were hardening in front of his eyes as they drooled thick mind-churning cream. Pursing his lips, he tried in vain to worm his way further back, but he was blocked by the pillows behind him and to no small extent was utterly trapped beneath the two transformed womens’ combined bodyweight.
“Maybe he just hasn’t had his instant smile today. Maybe that’s why he’s thinking such silly thoughts?”
As their lecherous hands roamed his trapped body freely he felt his body reacting of its own accord. Hell, an entire lifetime of being bombarded by and subjected to an endless reel of gorgeous transformed women had practically trained his body to respond to their touch - indeed it almost guaranteed it. Of course the subtle additives in the food supply did nothing to hurt things either.
“Oh my…” She gasped in faux-susprise as she paid his now throbbing cock a sideways glance. “Someone is very excited by the idea of transformation now it seems, hmmm?”
She leaned in close, smothering his face with her breast as her nipple produced a flood of milk to drip down his chin and soak his chest.
“Wouldn’t you like us to take care of it for you?” She whispered in utterly sultry tones.
Every ounce of his being wanted to scream yes. Perhaps thankfully however her breast was smothering his face almost entirely, so he couldn’t give in to her temptations despite wanting to. Even so, she slowly traced her nails down his stomach, eliciting a shrill peal of heavily muffled giggles from the boy who was already so absurdly sensitive to touch.
“Wouldn’t it feel so good to let go? To just buck your little hips and give in to those wonderful feelings?”
Her words sounded beautiful in his ear, but were nowhere near as wonderful as the electric feelings of her hand now cupping his throbbing cock through his thin shorts. At least he thought it was her doing so, as his vision was so full of the swollen chests of his tormentors that he really couldn’t tell where their hands were, or who was touching what. It gave a veneer thin veil of innocence to their otherwise wanton and debauched molestation.
“Wouldn’t it be so nice to just forget everything else…”
It was getting hard to tell who was saying what with their tongues practically buried in his ears, as if painting their words directly onto his brain.
“Just spending every day being a good little boy… his Mommies could do all his thinking for him.”
He felt his hips rolling in response to a mix of their touch and tantalising words. As if to reward him, Carra placed her palm firmly against his cock to give him something substantial to grind against.
“Such a horny boy…”
“Well who can blame him? All good boys get nice and hard for women like us.”
“That’s right, they just can’t help but be small, sweet, docile little things who want nothing more than a Mommy to… take them in their hand.”
With that, she began to rub her hand up and down beneath his cock with obvious promise. Gasping at the sensation, blinded as he was by the massive breasts fighting to fill his view, he instantly found his mouth filled with the swollen flesh of Melissa’s nipple. Instantly he felt his body responding to another forced feeding of Instant Smile. His skin came alive as every inch of him became as sensitive as his cock, and his cock became almost painful to the touch, throbbing madly with his overwhelming need.
They couldn’t make him get the transformation… and he didn’t want it. Even if it did feel this good. At least, that’s what he told that riotous part of his mind as it quietly raged against his libido, slowly getting quieter with every delicious rub of her hand on the underside of his cock.
“That’s it… such a good boy for your Mommies…” she cooed as she slid his shorts down.
His traitorous cock sprang free, responding eagerly to even her slight touches, evidently responding to the pheromonal influence of their cream. Hell, his hips were already shaking with pure lust, desperate for any sensation at all.
“Awww, does my good little boy want to hump hump our fingers like a cute little boy?”
Nodding into her breast defeatedly, he couldn’t deny the sheer biological urge he was feeling, forced or not. It was hard to frame what she was doing in his head as wrong. She was a woman, it felt so natural for her to do this to him - even if only a few minutes ago he may have protested. Her milk made it so hard to try to rationalise what she was doing as anything other than normal. Suddenly a lifetime of rebellious thoughts simply dissolved in saccharine cream.
Indeed as their bodies shifted further over, pushing him deeper into the mattress beneath them, he felt just as weighed down by the thick cream cloying in his throat and pooling in his belly. It was so heavy and full he felt exhausted just from the effort of swallowing it.
However, his lethargy was interrupted when Melissa tickled his balls with her perfectly manicured nails, sending the boy’s twitching thighs into a frenzy.
“He doesn’t need any big boy thoughts, does he… no, good little boys just want to suck, and swallow, and buck their little hips and squirt squirt!”
Carra giggled merriously at her onomatopaeic entendre, yet while her teasing touches were very much appreciated by his cock, they were far from enough to cause such an erotic eruption even in his heavily drugged state.
“Oh my, such a jumpy little boy… I wonder if there’s something he wants?”
He groaned at the infantile language, but his body was responding instinctually to their maternal touched.
“Mmmmfh…” he mumbled.
The moment he made any noise at all, she merely shifted the weight of her breast, and thus her nipple, back to his lips and forced it ever deeper between his lips.
With her free hand she let go of his cock - much to his dismay - and tugged her other breast free. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb around her other nipple and began to tug on it gently, mimicking the very masturbation she was denying to his dripping, pleading cock. Before his eyes he watched as her erect nipple dribbled milk in response to her rhythmic stroking, taunting the poor denied boy of the touch he so sorely wished she would visit upon his cock instead.
Indeed, what began as a drip from her engorged nipple became a drool, then a steady flow of thick cream all over her fingers.
“Oh my, I wonder what my little boy would like…” she mused.
His hips flexed as much as they could, bouncing up and down what little he could manage underneath their combined weight.
“I think I know.” Carra cooed, stroking his cock ever so gently with her thumb and forefinger, forming a loose and torturous circle. “He wants to be a good little boy and feel like this all the time.”
“Yes, he wants to be our good little boy forever. He wants to submit to beautiful women like us who always know best… isn’t that right?”
Melissa giggled as she gently withdrew her nipple from his lips at last, strings of saliva connecting the turgid thing to his throat. However as he panted for breath she merely seated her other nipple - fresh and throbbing with milk - back into his waiting mouth.
“I’m afraid he can’t answer, he has his mouth full. He’s drinking his Instant Smile like all good little boys do…”
“Aw, that’s okay.” Carra said, her words dripping with intent. “He can tell us he wants to be a good little boy like this. If I hold my fingers here, right around the head of his cock, then he can pump his little hips to his heart’s content. If he wants to be a good little boy he can just pump pump pump and cum his silly little brains out!”
The pair giggled evilly as Carra did just as she said. Wincing with effort, he tried not to instantly succumb to her temptation as even the gentle squeeze of her finger and thumb around the head of his cock was enough to make him leak copious pre-cum. Yet the pair were obviously not looking to play fair. Melissa began to tickle right behind his balls, making his sensitive purse contract and bounce as it tried to escape her torturous nails. Carra meanwhile was now outright licking his ear, lavishing it with luscious attention.
“Just thrust your cute little cock into her hand and we’ll take that as a sign you agree, okay sweetie?”
He bit his tongue, trying to use pain to block out the mind-melting pleasure and torturous tickles, but it was hopeless. Resigning to his fate, he told himself it didn’t matter if he did what they said. He didn’t have to get the transformation. It wouldn’t really be agreeing with them… right?
In moments his hips were bouncing, his own legs locked in the fleshy prisons of their thighs, and he was eagerly thrusting into the delicious ring of Carra’s fingers around his cock.
The pair gushed at his submission, as if admiring an adorable child at play. Indeed, some dark part of his mind wondered if transformed women ever saw men as anything else.
“So cute! That’s it, such a good boy for us…”
“Thrust up into her hand sweetie, that’s it, squirt out all your cummies for us.”
He needed no further encouragement, just as she needed no lubrication, as her milk had already soaked her hand and his precum was flowing at a rate only possible due to the hormone-laden milk they were forcing him to drink. Indeed, his balls were churning with an utterly maddening need to cum. Yet whenever he felt his heart racing and his stomach tightening, Carra would loosen her grip just enough to leave him thrusting aimlessly into the feather-light touch of her fingers.
The second time she prevented his orgasm like this it was enough to make David groan in anguish into the nipple she had lodged so firmly into his mouth.
“Awww, poor little thing… do you want to cum that badly?”
“Sweet little boy, all you have to do is what you’re told!”
“Yes, only good little boys who do as they’re told get to cum.”
“Oh yes, we only do that for good little boys who obey their Mommies.”
Their poisonous words seeped into his ear, soaking into his oh-so-vulnerable brain as they frustrated his every attempt to reach orgasm. When he was perilously close to cumming, so much so that even the delicate graze of Carra’s fingers would be enough to send him over the edge if he could just keep thrusting, they would shift their weight to pin his hips in place and make it impossible for him to do anything but strain under their weight as his cock bobbed up and down pathetically, begging for any touch at all.
“Awww, poor boy, he just doesn’t know what he wants does he?”
“He should listen to his Mommies instead. Mommy always knows best, right my sweet little thing?”
While his pride raged against their words, his body equally contrasted his intentions. His cock jumped at every slight touch, and eagerly chased whatever meagre pleasure they visited upon it. They would giggle amusedly as he fruitlessly humped the air each time, before resuming their slow torturous attentions. Like two torturous predators who had their prey perfectly cornered, they played with him to their hearts content.
“Well, if he wants to show us he agrees, all he has to do is cum!” Melissa announced, seeming to take pity on the lad at last.
“Mmmm you’re right Melissa,” Carra added, “and of course if he didn’t want to be a good little boy forever and ever, all he would have to do is not cum, right?”
“Exactly.” Melissa licked her teeth at their sheer shared wickedness.
David was at his wits end. He just wanted to cum, no matter what it meant to his fledgling ego. As the pairs’ teasing, tantalising touches became steadily more insistent, a finger found each of his nipples and were circling them with silky soft touches. Devastating what little self control remained to him, his hips jerked automatically into the firm grip of Melissa who now seemed intent of milking every drop of his remaining resistance from him, in addition to the obvious.
With a practised touch that spoke to years of experience milking boys like this, her hand moved rapidly and with a fluidity that was near inhuman. Indeed, her transformed body was no doubt capable of much that she wouldn’t have been before. Her fingers seemed to know just how to work his cock until the poor boy was drooling.
“That’s it, such a good boy for us…” Carra cooed, kissing his neck passionately.
“Just give in…” Melissa whispered into his ear as her hand was a blur, forcing him inexorably to orgasm.
What will he had to fight was long gone, and as his chest began to tighten and his breath quickened, he surrendered to inevitability.
The girls squealed in delight as their captive erupted in orgasm, squirting rope after rope between their fingers as they encouraged him both verbally and physically.
“Such a good boy!”
“That’s it, squirt it all out for us.”
For some time he just lay in their embrace, sandwiched between their absurdly fattened and soft bodies. It was hard to feel anything other than contentment, yet slowly his apprehension did return. He didn’t want to change, and yet he couldn’t deny how wonderful this felt.
Were they right? Did transformed guys feel like this all the time? Did it feel… even better?
Wincing, he frowned.
“I’m sorry, I know my mom was hoping you could convince me, but…”
The pair looked down at him from either side, seemingly unconcerned, and he looked from one to the other uncertainly.
“Well I just… I don’t want to change. I don’t want to get the transformation. I’m sorry.”
“Awww, well that’s okay sweetie, nobody can force you. Every boy who got the transformation chose it in the end.” Melissa said softly, squeezing his cheek with affection.
“Yeah,” Carra added, “the transformation is only boys who want to be small, and weak, and cute, and cuddled and milked and fucked senseless all day. If you don’t want it now, you don’t have to. Besides, there’s plenty of time. I’m sure we’ll convince you eventually.”
David smiled at their reassurance, but paused at Carra’s words.
“Eventually?” He murmured.
“Well of course! Your mother hired us as her new maids!” Melissa beamed, her lidded eyes glowing with intent.
“We’re going to be living here from now on. Taking care of the house… and you.”
“Until you decide to get the transformation, of course.” Melissa noted, stroking his chest and making him squirm in discomfort.
“Well, I’m sure your mother will want to keep us on after that too. You’ll be seeing a lot more of us from now on.” Carra smirked, her tongue rolling around every word with glee.
David could only whimper.