My Evolving Transition Ch. 09

My Evolving Transition Ch. 09

Introduction:

After deciding to go thru with the gender reassignment program with the guidance of my doctor, I was in a happier place. I also had a tattoo branding me the property of B-X-9, and regularly getting fucked by them. Along with the B-X-9 branding, I was also getting free tattoos from their tattoo man (Jake), if I also let him fuck me. While at the reassignment therapy class, I made some new friends who were also transition girls. One day after therapy I strolled into enemy territory, and a rival gang taught me a lesson.

The Story:

Ownership

When I woke up the next morning, I was sore and sorry for myself. There was a puddle of cum drying from underneath my ass. My ass was tender and my back stiff.

I ran a bubble bath and soaked in. While soaking in my bath, I tried to relax. Then I went about shaving my leg, arms, armpits, and body, as best I could.

By the time I went to get out, my hands had gone all wrinkly and the water was almost cold. I applied moisturizer to my hands, arms, and legs, and spent the morning basically naked.

*

Once lunchtime was over, I gave myself a good douche and got dressed. I then stepped out, all tarted up, and went to visit Jake, the B-X-9's tattooist, at his work.

When I arrived, he led me to the back of his shop. From there he bent me over a soft padded bench and fucked me. When he was about to cum, he finished off inside my mouth.

From there, I had some ink done on my back. Dragon wings to my back's middle and upper regions, only the outlines. It covered 10 inches or 30cm.

Luckily, I didn't have to pay for it, as I had a deal with him made by the crew. A friend with benefits deal.

Then I went home and dyed the tips of my strawberry blonde hair, back to a blonde but with teal tips.

*

In just over a year, I had lost a fair bit of weight, I was barely 5ft. 6 in. (169 cm), but my muscle tone and weight have wasted away gradually. I was once 180 pounds, but now I am 148 pounds and shrinking. All the walking I have been doing plus all the extracurricular workouts with giant men, and loss of appetite, had a hand in it.

Then you add that, I had started at the gym. B X 9 had something to do with Bozo's boxing gym, so I started going to that gym. More for squats, treadmills, exercise bikes, and all cardio stuff.

*

The next day I caught the bus to the mall and my doctor. I was all dressed up and in disguise. Make-up also helped my disguise and my evolution. I wore sweatpants, a hoodie, and Ugg boots.

I visited her first before spending half my day in the mall clothes, and cosmetic shopping. While I saw her, I received my H I V test results. Because I have had that much-unprotected sex lately, I wanted a clear conscience. After having coffee at Hudson's, then I went to my medical assignments.

Taking those pills for a year and the extra ones I'm taking now, seem to be doing things to my body, even my body hair has slowed down from regrowing as quickly. My muscle tone had been slowly changing and my skin was getting softer. I am no longer the person I once was, a year ago. In hindsight, I am slowly morphing into the person I was supposed to be.

Then, there's my cock. It doesn't get as hard as easily anymore, and my nipples and breasts are slightly puffier, they were still man boobs. The hair on my head seems to be fuller and grew a bit faster. On the negative side of things, my ribs and chest at times hurt, and I get moody from time to time.

At times it all sounded surreal before I realized it, my body had slowly mutated into a girl. Now I'm continuing the transformation.

It's my mother, who cops my mood swings and frustrations. Yet, I don't dare tell her about my gender switch program. She will find out one day but not yet.

Then I had a therapy session and caught up with, Justina, Brandy, and Cynthia. Then we all went to that gay bar for relaxing music and drinks.

Sometime afterward, I left and caught the bus home.

*

Later that night, I went to the park, all dressed up for B X 9 CREW.

So, I was dolled up with make-up, I had painted my fingernails and toes cherry red, and wore a pair of black denim short shorts, no knickers, and a pair of wool knee guards (I started using when I'm on my knees), a black sports bra, that showed off the inkwork on my lower back, and a bit of the outline that Jake worked on, a puffy pink raincoat vest, and 4 inched wedge sandals.

As I was about to leave, my mom had some nasty words to say to me. I again ignored someone giving me heat, by again making distance between them and me.

*

I entered the park and headed towards where the B-X-9-CREW hung.

I arrived there at about dusk and at 9:00 PM, there were only four B-X-9 CREW members just hanging around there. J-Bone, whom I had a crush on, Gruntz, Fatboy, and Ronnie, saw me and greeted me like I was a member of their family.

I told J-Bone about what happened the other night. How I tried to get away from Tiffany, which led me into Blood Rats territory and paid the price.

He just nodded, and Fatboy pulled me away.

It wasn't long after, before I had Fatboy's cock in my hand, and the first cock to enter my mouth and throat.

While I was sucking and slurping on Fatboy's cock, someone was behind me and easing my shorts down, with a little help from me. I lifted a leg so they could properly remove my shorts, then I kicked them off with the other foot.

He noticed that I was bare-assed and began working his fingers inside my asshole. As he worked his fingers inside, he started rotating most of his fingers deeper inside. He was making me weak, and my knees buckled. I felt so horny that needed a cock inside me. Instead, he started fisting me with lube.

I was enjoying it, until it got too much, leaving screaming into the cock in my mouth. Once he pushed and fucked my ass with his fist, until he collapsed my anal ring, and almost pushed his arm into my stomach. When he withdrew, I was left breathing heavily and relieved.

When he started to fist pump into me again, after being in hell, I was now in heaven. The pain was gone. I was so turned on by the fisting, that wanted him to fuck me. That's what soon happened.

So, after what felt like hours, I was soon fucked by all of them. J-Bone was the last to enter me.

"Aren't you worried about H I V," he asked while thumping into my ass.

"A little," I said.

I was wondering what made him bring that up. Was it that I earning their trust and respect, or did they all have H I V?

He took his time to penetrate me, even fondling my balls. My legs were keeping me up, while my arms grabbed the edges of the table.

I felt him press the head of cock, into me. Then he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my ass. I was feeling good, bent over and my crush man was fucking me. While J-Bone pumped his cock in me, I imagined I was his girl. He was fucking me good and hard now.

He was grunting and I was moaning. Then I felt him unload into my well-used ass. He continued fucking me before he buried his cock deep inside me and bred me with his seed. I lay there panting.

He pulled out after grinding to a halt after about a minute. I was breathing heavily as they had taken a bit out of me, all four big-cocked thugs had now emptied their balls in me.

My ass was still twitching well after they had finished.

I was feeling relaxed when suddenly I stretched my lower back and squeezed my butt muscles together. As I did, I farted and out came some of the cum inside. I could feel a huge load of cum and maybe shit, pour out and run down the inside legs.

Several minutes later, I could still feel cum leaking out of my sore ass.

*

I stood up when I had thoughts that my fulfillment was over.

The four crew members who had just finished fucking me were getting dressed. I soothed and fingered my ass with one hand, cum started to stop trickling from inside me.

While J-Bone and his band of brothers were dressed, I climbed on top of the picnic table.

I sat there soaking up the moment, and catching my breath, and thinking about heading home.

*

That was when I looked towards J-Bone who was leaning against the restroom wall. Another bunch of B X 9 CREW had arrived. I didn't expect them to want any of me after the others had been thru me.

Jesse was in conversation with J-Bone, then he pointed to me. That's when Jesse's group started taking their clothes off and making a B-line toward me.

*

Jesse was the first to greet me and would become the fifth member to fuck me in the ass, since 9:15 PM. He gently pushed me forward and I lay on my back. As he slid his cock into my sloppy ass, I wrapped my legs around his back.

I began moaning in no time, while he went to business fucking my well-used ass.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, oh, fuck me," as he fucked me, I pleaded.

He had me almost sliding across the steel top of the table. Then when I looked around, I saw cocks to my left and cocks to my right, and cocks near my head. Jesse then placed my legs over his shoulders, I instinctively started playing with the cocks around me. Firstly, I rubbed them before stroking them. I tried putting the cock near my head in my mouth by bending my neck, but it was out of reach.

Plus, he was teasing me with it, slapping it on my forehead.

He then climbed over the table and danced above me like an idiot and fondling his cock as if mocking me. I then tried to ignore him, until I looked straight up and saw his cock wobbling in the air, near my head.

Then he knelt and climbed over me. He tapped his cock on my chin and offered it to me. I leaned my head up slightly and opened my mouth, and willingly accepted it. He pulled my head up to get a better angle to slip in and out of my mouth and throat.

In the distance I could see, J-Bone standing with his arms crossed and leaning against the restroom wall. Just nonchalantly, watching.

He slammed his cock deep down my throat, and after that, I wasn't thinking about who was there, who was watching, or how many were there. His balls slapped my chin as he balanced his hands on the other two's shoulders.

In the meantime, Jesse's balls were slapping my ass cheeks with each thrust. The slapping sounds came from my ass where my bowels were overfilled with cum.

It wasn't over yet. Not until they all had finished with me.

Once all four had filled my ass with cum, they left me. I lay sweaty, spreadeagle, worn out, and full of cum, on top of the table. They checked on me as I lay there panting and with my breathing impaired.

Once they saw I was ok, they each scuffed my hair, as if to say thank you.

My legs twitched, and when they did, a stream of cum poured from my battered ass.

After several minutes I slid off the table and picked up my sandals. Then I went inside the restroom, still naked, and sticky from cum. After fixing my face up and washing my ass, cock, leg, hair, and torso, I tried to put my sandals on. Instead, when I did, I tumbled over.

I don't remember the rest.

*

All I knew was, several minutes later, a minivan pulled up to the path, and outside of the restroom. My clothes were gathered and tossed in the rear before someone picked me up in a fireman's carry and toss me into the back as well.

I was told later, it was J-Bone and Jake the tattooist. They drove me to the tattoo shop. I was too worn out to care.

*

When I woke, I was in a lukewarm bath, at J-Bone's fibro home.

I stepped out of the bath and grabbed a towel, then I looked in the mirror. Jake had tattooed "J-Bone" above my left eye. It looked like scribble. Then I checked what else was done. Underneath B-X-9 was a black spade, and one of my dragon wings was complete with green and black ink.

Later in the day, Jake filled me in.

I was now the sole property of J-Bone, no one fucks me without his consent, or he fucks with them. All tattoos now were complimentary. Unless I wanted to give Jake something special for his troubles.

I was effectively, J-Bone's bitch.

To be continued...