As Sammi saw her hormone enhanced butt jiggle as she bounced, she felt a warm sense of pride spread through her whole body. “Mistress and Daddy are gonna be so pleased!” she thought out loud. Mistress is her wife Natalia, and Daddy is Natalia’s new boyfriend. Her very tall, muscular, dark, and handsome boyfriend. Very different from Sammi, even before they started her on this transformative journey. See, before Sammi was this beautiful, bootylicious, blond bombshell, she was Samuel, a little whiteboi who got lucky enough to marry a woman so far out of his league they weren’t even in the same game. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, that luck went to his head, as did the confidence that came with it.
See, once Samuel married Natalia, the confidence of having such a beautiful woman on his arm got him thinking. If he could land such an amazing woman, why couldn’t he land others? So he tried getting with one of the girls in his office that he’d always had a thing for. It did not go as intended. She immediately went to HR. As this wasn’t his first offense, he got fired. When Natalia found out, she was understandably furious. She was threatening divorce, leaving, and taking everything to his name. He dropped to his knees and begged and begged. “Please,” he’d pleaded. “Please don’t leave me! I can’t lose you. I-I’ll do anything, I swear!” “Anything?” She’d asked with a mischievous grin that gave him pause. But he nodded enthusiastically. Her grin grew. “OK then.” She said plainly. He hadn’t known it at the time, but that was the nod that sealed his fate.
The next day, Natalia took Samuel to her lawyer. She laid out the ultimatum: Sign over all his assets or she’d leave and take them anyway. So, without reading any of the things placed in front of him, he signed. His home, his car, his bank accounts- everything now belonged to Natalia. Including Samuel, who was now legally Sammi. In the hundreds and hundreds of pages of legal gibberish that she didn’t read, there was a name and gender change document that declared the man who was once Samuel was now legally a girl named Sammi. She was not too happy after Natalia told her that after signing all the documents. “What!? That- that can’t be legal, can it?” she’d screamed. Natalia shrugged. “Maybe not, but you can no longer afford a lawyer to fight it. So, I think it’s time for a makeover, Sammi.”
Natalia dragged an unhappy Sammi to The Sissy Salon, a salon that specializes in turning boys, especially the small and reluctant ones, into girls. The died her hair blond and added matching extensions. Plastered layers of makeup on her face. They then injected her with what they call their “specialized fast-acting hormone cocktail”. The whole time Sammi sat there, silently pouting, which got cuter and cuter as the makeover went on. Natalia watched, a pleased grin glued on her face the entire time as she took pictures of her new project. After the makeover was complete, the attendants gave Natalia another dozen doses of the hormones to be applied at home so Sammi would develop as intended. Then Natalia took her new girl out shopping for her new clothes, as well as a few “special” accessories.
That first trip to the salon was 3 months ago. In that time, Sammi has been back dozens of times. At first it was a chore. Everything was, given her every shrinking cage and ever growing plug. But as the months went on, something changed in her. The way Natalia treated her did something to her. She was more dominant and aggressive. More demeaning and demanding. And it really turned Sammi on. Every time Natalia made her clean the house in skimpier and skimpier maid outfits, walking up behind her and grabbing what is hers, Sammi felt an ache in her cage that grew more and more arousing each time. Then, after the first few weeks, Natalia introduced Duncan, her new boyfriend. He was tall, muscular, dark, and hung. She’d decided to sign over all of Samuel’s old assets to him. Sammi was pissed, though her newfound submissiveness wouldn’t let her show it. She didn’t want to share mistress with this meathead. What she’d failed to realize is that Mistress isn’t hers to share. She’s Mistress’s to share. And Mistress is more than happy to share her toys, especially with her boyfriend.
After that first introduction, Sammi became very well acquainted with Duncan. More specifically, Duncan’s massive, beautiful cock. She was mesmerized by it. Every time he came over, Sammi would be on her knees in an instant, ready to serve her Daddy. And she would. She’d blow him better than anyone could ask for. She’d begged Mistress Natalia for a dildo to practice on, even if it could compare to the real thing. And practice she did. It was the last thing she did before bed each night, and the first thing in the morning. And at least a dozen times throughout the day. However, Duncan only let Sammi blow him, claiming her ass wasn’t big enough for him. She begged, and she begged, but he never took her from behind like she wanted. Some part of her, a very distant part named Samuel, bucked at the absurdity of her situation. She used to be a man (though not really) who was a well-respected executive (again, yea right), and here she was, begging to be fucked by the man who was sleeping with her wife, banging her throat, and owned everything that was once hers. But she didn’t care about that part of her. She only cared about one part of her: her butt.
As Sammi looked at her booty bounce, she thinks to herself, “This has gotta be it, right?” So, she takes a video of her shaking her butt and begging Daddy to breed her like the naughty slut she is. She sends it to Mistress and Daddy, and hopes it’s enough. A few minutes later, her phone chimes. It’s a message from Daddy that says, “Better get practicing, I’ll be home in 3 hours.” She squeals and grabs her toy, ready for the ride of her life. And then an even better one in just a few hours.
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