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What? You didn't like the last part? Well try this part on for
size! It's a little bit hotter.........
INSTANT FAME PART III By Raven.
"Wha..........?" I faltered. Mulder's question took me
completely by surprise.
"I asked you, from a man's perspective, what is it like to have
the body of the sexiest woman on the planet?" he reframed his
question.
I was so taken aback that I had to sit down. "I-I don't know how
to describe it exactly. You couldn't possibly have the same frame of
reference. On one hand it's very erotic, and a complete turn on. On
the other hand it's a pain in the ass, because I'm so small, and weak
now. It feels like all of my body parts are kind of moving around on
their own. The feeling of nothing between my legs, and these big
boobs "jiggling" around are driving me crazy!"
"Do you mind if I touch them?" asked Mulder, sheepishly.
"Touch what?" I asked, very nervously.
"Pamela's tits, of course. I've had a thing for her for a long
time. I never thought I'd be this close to her. Actually, I have
quite an extensive pornography collection, featuring Pamela Anderson!"
I looked at him blankly. "You must be joking Agent Mulder!"
"No, I'm not. C'mon, we're both guys. If you were in my
position, wouldn't you want to be able to touch Pamela Anderson's
boobs."
He had a point there! I was moving closer to the person I
thought was her, in the limo, with that very thought on my mind."
"Yeah.....so?" I replied in that sensual voice of hers.
Mulder said, "If the situation were reversed, I would let you
touch her tits! What do you say? I am trying to help you get your
own body back."
I couldn't exactly argue with his logic. I really was in no
position to bargain here. The more I thought about it, the more I
thought, "What could it hurt, really?"
I stood up and walked over to where Mulder was standing. It was
getting easier all of the time moving around in this body. I must be
adjusting to the balance of it. God help me, the body was starting to
feel GOOD!
Mulder was much taller than I was now. I looked way up into his
eyes. "Okay, you can touch them, but just for a few moments," I said.
Agent Mulder took a deep breath, and licked his lips. He lifted
both of his hands to the level of those breasts. I must say that it
was very strange, looking down, and seeing my chest stick out so much,
and two large male hands suspended there, waiting to touch them. He
hesitated for a second. Now I had to encourage him!
"Go ahead. Let's get this over with." No matter what, I was
going to maintain a calm, clinical demeanor.
That was all the encouragement that Agent Mulder needed! He
grasped both of the breasts in his hands and squeezed. I must admit
that it was an interesting sensation, and completely alien to me,
although it didn't really turn me on. I imagined this is how women
must feel when doctors do a breast exam, palpitating for lumps.
"These tits are spectacular!" exclaimed Mulder. He was certainly
having a good time. I did have to admit that, as far as female
breasts go, they were incredible. However, Mulder's manipulations
were having no effect on me. That lightened my spirits just a bit,
because, at least inside, I was still a man.
Abruptly, Mulder's fondling took on a different aspect. It was
less clinical, but more.....tender. He was going slower now, taking
time to feel the nipples with his thumb and forefinger. It was
starting to feel disturbingly wonderful! I made the mistake of
looking down to my chest, and watching him do what he was doing.
Beyond, I could see a prominent bulge in Agent Mulder's pants.
All of this was starting to turn me on! I felt my breathing get
heavier. My nipples began to grow HUGE, and tingly. There was a
feeling of wetness in my genitals. This was getting very dangerous,
and I had to put a stop to it as quickly as I could, before something
bad happened.
I tried to back away from Agent Mulder, while at the same time
saying, breathlessly, "St-stop. P-please, Mulder........."
However, Mulder took a step forward in order to maintain the same
degree of closeness. He kept on with his tender ministrations of my
huge tits. He was locked in now, his male hormones fueling what must
be an extremely strong fantasy. I tried turning away, with my back
turned toward him.
As I turned, I felt his hands pull way from my throbbing tits.
My body did not want him to stop what he was doing, although my brain
screamed in silent rebellion. My breathing was very heavy now.
Mulder must have read what this body wanted, because he slipped his
arms underneath mine, around my waist, to continue his fondling from
behind. This time he pinched my two nipples between his thumb and
index finger, the sweet pain sending me into orbit.
"No.....this isn't right....." I whispered.
Mulder pressed the hard bulge in his pants against the cleft
between my ass cheeks. He continued to fondle my boobs, as he gently
thrust his bulge in and out of my rearend area. It didn't help that
the hospital gown was slightly separated in the back exposing me to
view. Thank God that I still had her panties on! Still it was having
the effect on me that he desired. He was driving this body into a
frenzy, and what was worse, he knew it! Mulder whispered in my ear,
just before kissing me on my neck, "Haven't you ever wondered what it
would be like to have sex as a woman?"
My mind wanted desperately to say "No," but what came out was
"Yeeesssssss." The combination of female hormones being released into
my system, and the glorious sensations that Pamela Anderson's body was
sending me was eroding my ability to resist. They say that everybody
has a female half, and a male half, of their being. My male half
retreaded into a small corner of Pamela Anderson's very female brain!
It was replaced by a huge desire, which I had never experienced
before: the undeniable desire to have something big, and hard in me.
Her body responded to my thoughts, as I pressed my ass cheeks
against him, just so I could feel his bulge again.
Mulder continued to kiss my neck, and fondle my boobs. I thought
my knees were going to buckle. I just didn't want him to stop these
fantastic feelings. I felt the bottom part of the hospital gown being
lifted in the front. I thought that this guy must have, like, four or
six hands! They were everywhere! I didn't offer any resistance when
he put his hand down the front of my panties. In fact, I found myself
spreading my legs, ever so slightly, to give him easier access. I
felt him rubbing, rubbing my pubic area in a circular motion. Just
when I thought that he couldn't do anything more to make me hotter,
Mulder slipped a finger up into what must have been a very hot and
moist pussy.
I couldn't hold out any longer. I reached behind me, in between
my ass and his groin. I placed my hand on his bulge, and began to
fondle his penis through his pants. It grew even harder still. I
began to fantasize what it would be like to have him penetrate me,
make love to me. If the sensation of his finger was any kind of
indication, it would be great! At that very second, I just wanted to
be fucked like the big-boobed sexy woman that I was!
There was a knock on the door. I heard Dana's voice call out
"Mulder? It's me...."
I broke away from Mulder in a start. The knock on the door
jolted the rational, male part of my being out of it's hiding place.
I wondered how I had let this get so far? I practically ran back into
the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't let Scully see
me this way. If she ever knew what had just happened, I would never
be able to look her in the eye again. I didn't know if she was
sleeping with her partner, but there was obviously some chemistry
between them. I didn't want to do anything to come between them!
It took several minutes for me to calm down in the bathroom, and
for my breathing to return to normal. During the entire time I could
hear Mulder and Scully conversing on the other side of the door. It
sounded like Dana didn't detect anything out of the
ordinary......thank God! The only problem was that, no matter how
hard I tried I could get the thought of Mulder's cock in my pussy, or
worse still, in my mouth, out of my head. I now wanted him, as much
as he wanted me, or what his body was telling him was Pamela Anderson.
I was able to find a hospital robe on a hook on the back of the
door in the bathroom. I thought that, considering the effect that
this body had on Mulder, I should probably wear it. The last person
in this room must have been huge, because the robe swallowed me whole.
I didn't really mind though, because it meant that I could cover more
of this impressive body.
I stepped back into my hospital room to the sight of Mulder and
Scully conversing. It looked like they had come to some type of
decision. When I entered the room, they both looked at me intently.
Mulder, at least, had a look of massive disappointment on his face,
because I had covered as much of myself as possible. I think that he
sensed that his window of opportunity was closing.
Dana started to speak to me, but stumbled over her own words,
"Pa----uh---Tr---uh--um, I don't know what to call you now!?!"
I could see that this was going to be a problem. I decided to
make it easier on everyone by going with the name of the person I now
appeared to be. "Just call me Pamela, or Pam. I might as well get
used to that name, at least until I get my own body back."
Mulder stated, "That will make it easier. I'll have no problems
with that." Dana couldn't have known what he meant by that, although
I sure did. Whatever there was between me and Mulder wasn't over yet!
"Okay........Pamela," Scully interrupted. "We ran a check on you
and David's credit cards, bank accounts, and whatever else there was.
We sent agents over to your respective places. There's nothing. It's
like they disappeared."
Mulder added, "It's apparent they've done this type of thing
before. Scully and I think they are going underground. They will lay
low until the heat from their apparent murders dies down. They will
just disappear, or worse, kill again, before we can find them."
"What does that mean, exactly?" I questioned in Pamela Anderson's
breathy voice. She, now I, was not unlike this generation's Marilyn
Monroe. The same type of staggering sex appeal.
"It means we're going to have to do something a little bit more
radical to flush them out," answered Mulder.
Added Scully, "We just can't sit around and wait them out. We
don't have the time."
I didn't like where this was going. They had plans for me.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, nervously.
"Well, as we said, no one knows that Pamela Anderson's, or Tommy
Lee's body is here. Security is tight. So it's a good bet the
jumpers don't know that you're still alive," said Dana.
"If it is know your still alive, it is likely they will try to
kill you again to prevent you from telling anyone of their existence.
They've gone this far to preserve their secret. It's very likely they
will try to kill you again. When they do, we'll be right there."
"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?"
I queried.
Dana answered me this time. "Yes Pamela. We want to set you and
David up as bait. We want you to resume Pamela Anderson and Tommy
Lee's life as if nothing ever happened. We're going to need you to
actually be Pamela Anderson!"
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