Message-ID: <4303eli$9709222241@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4303.txt>
From: The Bear <thebear@NOSPAM.io.com>
Subject: Story "My Nipples Explode with Delight" Spam Title - Bear's 3rd Entry
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
X-Complaints-To: usenet@io.com
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <3426F291.6FD7@NOSPAM.io.com>


The title "My Nipples Explode With Delight" was Malinov's example of an
inspirational spam title when he suggested the spam-titled-stories
contest. I don't think anyone has used that title for a story (yet - see
below) but it hung around in the subject line for discussions of this
contest.

After two entries already, I hadn't really intended to do any more
spam-title stories - I have enough work cleaning up and editing some of
my own past work to where I'm willing to share them for public
consumption - but this morning I got an email from Jackie expressing
interest in the subject of exploding nips - so here is a story based on
that title. This one's for you, Jackie.

******************************

"My Nipples Explode With Delight" by The Bear
(spam title - date unknown)

I don't know what got me into the damned experiment in the first place -
I certainly never had any desire to become a woman, not unless it was
buried so deep in my subconscious that even dynamite wouldn't get it
out. Well, I guess I do know a couple of factors in the decision: (1)
they promised me that it was easily reversible; (2) they promised me
that it woud be totally painless; (3) they promised me that no one
outside the experimental team would ever know; (4) they promised me
$2000 for about a week's work; and (5) Debra, one of the lab assistants,
promised me the best blowjob of my life as soon as the experiment was
done and my "equipment" was back to normal.

OK, so I agreed to try their chemical regimen for converting a man's
body into a woman's body, then back again. I think it was the offer of a
blowjob that cinched it for me - that Debra had a way of licking her
lips when she made the offer that triggered an instant hard-on right
then. Moral - never make important decisions about medical
experimentation when you have a woody, because your dick and balls take
over and your brain never gets a chance.

The key to their process, they told me, was that instead of trying one
serum to convert the whole body all at once, they had a series of
individual formulae targetted at specific parts and systems of the body,
so that by the end of the week when I had taken the complete series, my
whole body would be completely converted.

The first day, Monday, they gave me a shot of stuff that was supposed to
not only enlarge my breasts, but also convert the latent mammary glands
to full function, so that I would have genuine, working female breasts.
The same shot would also start the enhancement of fat production in
certain areas of the body to start giving me a smooth, rounded female
figure. That was it for Monday - they gave me the shot and I went home
to watch TV and read and occasionally make a trip to the mirror to see
if anything visible was happening. I couldn't see anything, but I wasn't
sure exactly how big my tits were supposed to get from this first shot -
would I be flat-chested or built like Chloe Vevrier?

I went back to the clinic on Tuesday, and they checked me over and took
some blood samples, then gave me the next shot. They didn't have much to
say about my progress, but I overheard some comments that suggested that
they were expecting a little more to have happened by now. I went back
home to await further, umm, developments.

Back to the clinic on Wednesday - still no progress that I could detect.
They took measurements and blood samples again, and asked me to stick
around while they did some lab work. I sat in a small unoccupied office,
reading some magazines they had provided. There was still no word by
lunchtime, just the office receptionist coming by to ask what I would
like from the deli down the street.

Finally around 3:00 PM they came to tell me that it wasn't working the
way they expected. Dave (the project manager) and Debra (the lab tech I
mentioned earlier, the one with the luscious lips) told me that their
test showed that there was plenty of their serum in my blood stream, but
it just wasn't doing what it was supposed to do. They thought that an
increased blood level in certain hormones might trigger the chemicals. I
expected another shot to supply the needed hormones, but they told me
that the particular hormones the wanted were not readily available in
their lab, but could easily be produced by my own body if I were
sexually stimulated. In short, they wanted me to jerk off to see if the
rush of hormones would start their serum to working.

I shrugged and agreed, and they left the room. I was just starting to
unzip my pants when there was a knock at the door and Debra came in,
bearing several magazines that were quite different in subject matter
from the stuff I had been reading all day. Judging these books by their
covers, they were all full-color hardcore porno mags, full of pictures
of people fucking and sucking in various combinations. Debra waited
while I shuffled through them, and I noticed that she'd even brought a
magazine full of gay male sex - I made a point of handing that one back
to her, and told her that the others would do just fine. I picked one
with a slick cover featuring a busty blonde sucking one guy's cock while
another guy fucked her doggy-style, and headed for my chair to sit down
and get to work. Debra left the room.

The magazine actually turned out to be as hot as its cover, and I had no
problem achieving the required erection, but no matter how much I
stroked I couldn't hit that orgasmic peak. I did notice that my nipples
felt more sensitive than usual, and I wondered if that meant the serum
was starting to work. I rubbed my right nipple with my left hand (the
right hand being busy elsewhere) to see if it felt any different. I
couldn't detect any physical change, but the touch felt good, so I kept
on doing it.

Eventually I got up from the chair and opened several of the magazines
on the desk, giving me a montage of varying sexual scenes to look at all
at once, then stood over the desk with my left hand still stroking my
nipples while my right hand pulled my pecker. I was starting to feel
pretty hot, so I took off my shirt and pants and stood there in my boxer
shorts. My dick actually started to get sore, and I wished I had some
lotion or hand-soap, but I wasn't getting any closer to coming.

Debra's knock at the door startled me, but I tucked my cock back into my
boxers and let her into the small room. She looked around, and sniffed
the air. She looked directly at the tent that my throbbing prick made
under my boxers, and smiled.

"Still no results, huh?" she asked, knowing the answer full well.

"Nope," I replied. "I'm getting kind of a strange feeling in my nipples,
a pleasant feeling actually, but no apparent growth. You know, I don't
know if it is these chemicals or just this room or what, but I am having
a really hard time coming. I mean, I should have been able to blow my
wad by now with no problem, but I can't seem to get over the top."

"Hmmm, let me see." Debra approached and I let her touch my nipples. I
squirmed slightly at the intensity of the stimulation I felt, and she
noticed. "You like it when I do that?" she asked.

"You bet," I responded. "Feels kind of strange, but nice."

"Let me try something," she said. "If you don't mind, why don't you
start masturbating again while I stimulate your nipples, and we'll see
what happens?"

I pulled out my dick and made sure she got a good look at it, then
started stroking. She teased both my nipples with her fingers, then
started pinching them very gently, then surprised me by leaning over to
lick first one and then the other.

"Wow, that's great!" I exclaimed as she sucked my left nipple into her
mouth and tongued it wetly.

She stopped long enough to ask if I'd ever had my nipples sucked before,
then went back to it.

"Sure," I answered. "I used to have a girlfriend that liked to play a
game where we did everything the same to each other - she'd touch and
suck my nipples while I did that to her, then we'd sixty-nine so she
could suck my prick while I licked her pussy, then of course we'd fuck .
. . anyway, it felt good then, but nothing like the way it feels today.
This is *way* different."

We continued on, and it felt really great, then I began to notice a
swelling sensation in my nipples and asked her if my breast area seemed
to be growing any. She checked and said that it was not, as far as she
could detect, but that we should keep going and see what would happen.

I mentioned to Debra that my cock was getting a little bit raw from the
extended hand-job, and asked if they had any kind of lubricant
available.

She grinned. "I have a better idea. Let's see if we can try a different
stimulation to push you on over into an orgasm."

She sank to her knees in front of me and I didn't have to be Einstein to
figure out what her "better idea" was, and I concurred wholeheartedly. I
gladly released my cock to her grasp and took over the nipple-teasing
myself. She first licked up and down my shaft, which would have felt
good anytime but was especially nice right now, soothing the irritation
caused by half an hour of jacking myself off. She ran her tongue up and
down and around, teasing me from my balls to the tip of my prick, and
the pleasurable sensation in my nipples got better and better. Then she
opened her mouth and took in the fat head of my cock, sucking it like a
popsicle. I couldn't decide which part of me was feeling the best, my
cock or my nipples, but I told Debra we were definitely on the uphill
slope toward a big bang.

She just nodded, then kept on nodding as she opened her mouth wider to
take in more of my cock with each bob of her head. I was panting with
exertion as I licked my fingers and rubbed them across my nips - the
sensation of heat and fullness and impending orgasm was just as strong
in my nipples as it was in my cock, which was pretty damn strong indeed.

"Almost there, almost there," I panted hoarsely, and Debra went to
sucking on the upper half of my dick only, while her hands stroked the
lower part, lubricated with her saliva. My cock was throbbing, my
nipples were throbbing, and I just felt very damn good all over. "Oh
God, yes, I'm almost there, I'm gonna come, get ready for jizz!" 

Debra didn't pull back at all, but just sucked harder as the first blast
of semen shot out of my prick and into her waiting mouth . . .

and then my nipples exploded.


******************************

Well, gee, that was fun. I never expected to write a transgender story -
not that I have anything against TG stories, but they just aren't really
my thing. Working from this title, however, this was the first thing
that came to mind. So now if anyoine ever asks me for a TG story, I can
pull this one out of the bin and hand it over. (Although is this really
a TG story if the serum didn't really work, and the hero got nothing but
some expensive surgery to repair his exploded nipples?)

Copyright 1997 by The Bear

The Bear's Den - http://www.io.com/~thebear/bearden.htm

-- 
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |
| Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
\ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/>    .../assm/faq.html> /