Transformation
by GJ



Disclaimer: Dear reader: This story is a figment of my imagination and the
characters bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. If they do, it is
purely by coincidence. GJ

Transformation

Simon Peavney was a little squirt. He weighed maybe 140lbs soaking wet. He
loved strong, impossibly muscled women and he had a secret fetish.....to try
on women's clothing. He was not gay....just slightly bent, as it were. Well
Simon was extremely wealthy and he attracted women who fit his profile. They
were female prison guards, champion kickboxers and wrestlers, biker chicks
with tattoos that said things on their bis such as "I Can And Will Break You",
and women who just took sheer delight in using him and abusing him.

One woman, named Candi actually fell in love with him. She was enamored with
his weakness for her muscles and she actually was hired initially to body
guard him. She was huge. Although not terribly tall, she did weigh 180lbs of
rippling muscles. Her biceps were 17.5" of densely packed melons of steel. Her
quads were 30" and her calves were 19". Her bf was about 8% making her
extremely vascular. Her entire body was a road map of sexy veins running along
her mountain peaks, crisscrossing each other in wild profusion. She had been a
hand to hand combat instructor in the Army for several years. She was the
Boxing Champion of the entire Armed Forces of the U S A, knocking out 375 men.
Many of them ended up in V A hospitals for the rest of their lives....broken
to bits by her huge steel-like fists.

Yet with all this, she loved Simon. Go explain love( right dear readers?)
Impossible to predict. The couple was planning on getting married. She would
oversee him in everything, including the finances. He would continue to lick
her sweat stained bis, calves, quads and glutes and use his tongue to service
her( as his dick was about 4.5" long when erect). She would flex him "off"
with each muscle group, making his mini-dick spurt with the juice that he did
manufacture, in his under developed gonads. Happiness was the order of the day
in this fucked up scenario.

Then one day, Simon was lounging around at home, while Candi was out knocking
out three men at once( she did this easily but held off breaking them to bits
until she was sexually bursting at the seams). Simon began to get this
overwhelming obsession. He had to try on Candi's thongs. He was such a wuss.
As he put on the garment , which of course did not fit him, he began to play
with himself. He imagined Candi sitting on his face flexing her iron glutes on
his nose and mouth, stifling his very breath as she ordered him to clean out
her sweaty ass checks. He came with a gusto, unfortunately soiling her very
expensive silk undergarment.

Just then, he heard a key in the door, realizing his muscular girlfriend....
soon to be wife, had unexpectedly made a return to their beautiful home in
Brentwood, Ca. Hiding the soiled. Cum- filled, silky panties under clean ones
in her draw, he ran quietly into bed and feigned sleep. He just made it, for
he could smell Candi, as she entered the room. Her scent was a combination of
several things: Sweat, Musk, Cum, and of course raw muscle. As he turned in
his "sleep mode", Candi walked over to his sleeping form and bent down and
kissed his forehead. Then she went to her draw to take out fresh underwear to
changing into after her shower. She needed one, for bits of her opponents
teeth, blood and sweat co-mingled with her own special smell.( Ok dear
readers, can you predict what will happen next?....Sure you can for this ain't
brain surgery, now is it).

Reaching for her favorite pair of silk thongs, she pulled out...... right you
guessed it....the cum filled ones that Mr. Wimpy had just soiled, and they
were still very wet, indicting that " the desecration" had occurred within the
last few minutes. Now incensed, Candi went to the bed and pulled her sleep-
feigning man up by the sparse hair on his head. "I know you are not sleeping,
you piece of shit...how dare you touch my things... let alone soil them with
your spunk. So you want to be like a bitch, well now you are going to be my
Bitch!."

Candy never let him speak as she began to slap his face back and forth... in
essence bitch slapping her pussy boyfriend. Soon blood began to splatter all
over her, and yet she continued. She finally stopped when it was apparent that
she had slapped him into dreamland. She wanted him to feel the full extent of
her wrath. She dropped him back on the bed and watched the rivulets of red
cascade down all over the pillows and sheets.

Walking over to her bloody panty wearing jerk, she lifted his face up to her
pussy and keeping a gripe on his head, she sealed his mouth and began to piss
into it. After a while it came out of his nose and ears and he began to choke
as the red of his blood mixed with the yellow of her urine. She lifted him up
about 5 feet off the floor, dangling him like a fish, just caught by the most
facile of anglers. "Lick me clean you mother fucker and be quick about it.
Soon Simon was licking her pits clean, taking her full bushy underarm hair in
his mouth and soaking it clean with his saliva. He continued to her pumped up
arms, then to her bulging diamond-shaped calves, quads and finally he cleaned
out her asshole as well.

Hardly satisfied, Candi admonished him further with,"So you want to be a
pussy, little man. Well I am going to turn you into one. I am going to
TRANSFORM you into MY LITTLE BITCH. First I am going to make your lips so nice
and full and red. Then she began to punch him in the mouth, causing his lips
to swell into sausages. One more punch and the sausages broke making them red,
as promised....Blood Red. Looks like lipstick now, you little faggot." Candi
inspected him..." Not bad, lets work on your eyes...you need eye shadow." Soon
she was punching him with left and right hooks, making his eye cavities swell
and turn blue. In two minutes he had dark puffy rings of blue ,surrounding his
otherwise pale colored eyes.

Really getting into it now,,,yes and getting sexually aroused Candi wanted to
complete his make over. Simon, by now, was beyond feeling much of
anything...EXCEPT his dick was on the verge of ejaculating all over
himself...the beating he was getting was OH SO GOOD. "Now", Candi continued,
"lets make that big nose of yours more feminine. Stand up tall for me, and
move a drop to the right. That's it." Bam one punch, head on into his nose.
Crack.....blood everywhere.....his nose pushed into stub. "Very sexy, if I do
say myself, hahaha", Candi reveled.

Almost done here, Candi could feel herself pulsate, with an anticipated
result. "Time to make you look older"....Left Cross, right cross...."Oh looky
here, I am removing all of the yucky yellow teeth.
Bammmm......Sock........there they go. Now lift up your head, Yes I know its
hard to do. DO IT ,Bitch."

Candi wanted to finish him off with her signature punch, so she moved his head
to the left this time, staining her hand in red gore, teeth bits and lymph
fluid. Pulling back her fist, Simon woke up in time to see her bicep swell to
a steel cantaloupe. His very angry ex-girlfriend punched him under his jaw,
shattering it to bits. Simon's face exploded at the same time he came, and his
face destroyer shot her load, sending buckets of cum all over.

Dropping her bloodied, pulverized, mess on the floor, she sat down on his face
and came all over it. Her multiple orgasms didn't stop for at least five
minutes. Finally sated, Candi looked down at him and laughingly said,
"Remember fuck face, after a facial, always apply the cream, hahaha.