My Feminine DNA!

An extreme reaction to a vaccination!

 

PLUS

the bonus story,

 

Not Human Resources, but...

Feminization Resources

 

He asked for it!

 

 

Grace Mansfield

 

© Copyright Grace Mansfield

 

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My Feminine DNA!

 

PART ONE

 

"Oh, baby," I took my wife in my arms and gave her a big smackeroo. I'm a big guy, and she's a little girl, so she didn't stand much of a chance. I just covered her with kisses and she giggled and laughed and tried to push my hairy face away.

I should probably describe myself real quick, it will help you understand what I was about to go through.

When I say big I mean like in chunky. I'm five foot eight, but 240 pounds, and most of that is muscle. I've got lots of hair, I'm one of the hairy ones, and I sort of like it. I've got body hair, and a big, old beard, and I even let my hair grow down to my neck.

But I'm a pipeline worker, so I can get away with it. With my barrel chest and deep voice I can wear pants so low my crack shows and people say, 'Oh, well, yeah. That's Chuck.' I mean, I'm right for me, if you get my meaning.

Now my wife, Charlotte, is five foot six, with heels she's as tall as me, but she is skinny. BUT...with a round ass and pretty hefty globes. I mean, she's sort of got a boy's body, but with the girl's bells and whistles. Wink, wink.

So, understanding what I look like, and she looks like, that morning I covered her with kisses and slid my hand down her pants...and panties.

"Oh!" she gasped as my thick digit slid into her hole. She hugged me then, and said, "Take off my clothes before you fuck me, okay?"

I laughed. I tossed her on the bed, literally, she loves it when I do that, then undid her pants. They slid off her creamy thighs quickly and easily and I pulled her panties off.

Her sweet chortle of a giggle accompanied the lifting of her buttocks, and then I had them off.

I kicked off my construction boots, took off my own thick jeans, and unbuttoned my shirt.

Meanwhile, she took off her shirt, exposed her luscious mounds, then unsnapped her bra.

"Oh, baby, I missed you," she said, lust pouring out of her eyes.

"Not as much as I missed you," my voice was hoarse.

I had just spent six months working on the pipeline, and now I was home. I hadn't had any nookie for six months, and my balls were full and my log was loaded.

"Sweet Heysoos had a mother," breathed Charlotte. "If that thing between your legs was any bigger I'd call it a dick."

I'm a good 8 inches, sticks out past my belly, and the head is round and, when I haven't had any for a while, drips. Like I was dripping now.

I crawled on to the bed. She opened up her legs and cupped her tits, and pulled on her nips, and all the while she was eye locked with me, our lust and love making the world a very nice place.

"Oh, no, Mister," she quipped. "You aren't going to rape me, are you?" The 'are you' was filled with hope.

"Baby," I grunted, "I'm going to stick it so far in you it comes out your throat."

"EW!" And she closed her legs, a glint of humor in her eyes, "I ain't fuckin' no sissy pipeline worker!"

"First I'm big, and now I'm a sissy. Make up your mind, girlie."

I placed my hands between her legs and gently tried to pull them apart.

"Oh, help!" she chuckled, "I'm being raped by a hairy monster who can't get my legs apart."

"I can, but I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh, hurt me, baby. Hurt me."

Finally, she gave way, then she tried to struggle off the bed.

I grabbed her sexy thighs in my thick hands and held her in place. "Where you think you're going?"

"To the grocery store. I need some milk."

"I got milk. Gallons of milk. Six months of milk."

"I bet you say that to all the...OH!"

I managed to push my head between her thighs and I latched on to her pussy with my mouth.

"Oh...unhand me...unmouth me..." she beat on my back weakly. She arched her hips upward, fucking my mouth with her cunt.

I blew air, making one of those stupid motorboat sounds.

"Stop that!" But she was gasping with laughter.

Then I was on top of her, covering her slender body with mine, and we were kissing. A long, twining kiss, with tongues, and moaning, and my hands groping her sizable breasts.

"Oh, God. I missed you, babe." She moaned when we broke for air.

"And I you."

She put one hand to my beard. "You should probably shave this."

"Nah. That's six months of bush."

"That's a wire pot cleaner, and it scratches when you eat me."

"Toughen up, bitch," and I kissed her again, and managed to insert my dong in her cave.

"Oh, fuck," she said, her eyes opening wide.

I moved in and out, gently. I knew my strength and didn't want to hurt her.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about."

"Hunh!" I grunted, getting a little rougher, driving it into her.

"Oh...unh!" She felt the big head inside her. I twisted a bit and she felt my veins rub against her walls.

"Heysoos," and now she just held on. She was moist, juicy, and I began to ride her, her cunt glistened with juices and I pounded into her.

She bucked and twitched, she arched and gripped my flesh with her hands. She moaned, and I could feel her start to climb the mountain.

"Yeah, baby, go for it," I urged, slamming my cock in and out.

She managed to whisper, "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. We got all day."

"Okay....then...I'm...I'm going to...GAHHH!"

Her eyes rolled back and her hands turned into claws. Her back arched spasmodically and she groaned. I could feel the muscles in her cunt contract, squeeze me. I redoubled my efforts, trying to get off myself.

Then, twenty seconds later, she crest, all her muscles went limp, and she went limp.

I was still pounding. My ass was working, driving the spike, and...I...wasn't even close.

I kept thrusting for a long minute, then I stopped. I lay over her, supporting myself push up style, breathing hard.

"Oh, baby? What's the matter?"

"Nothing...I just can't...get there. You know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Not you. It's me."

"Are you sure? Maybe..."

I kissed her quick, to shut her up, and said, "It just happens."

"Yeah, but it's never happened to you."

"First time for everything. But don't worry, we got the rest of out lives to unload this big hog, and I will do a lot of unloading. Now let's go have some lunch and talk about whatever we're supposed to talk about after six months living apart.

We took a shower, and she soaped my dick, a lot, and tried to get me to cum that way.

I moaned and I groaned, the water washing over me, washing her head bob on my dick. Finally, I lifted her up. "I'm sorry, I'm just not close."

"But you do love me?"

"Honey, love isn't just about sex. I love you with all my heart, and my kidney and my liver, too."

She laughed, weakly, then we got out of the shower.

The rest of the day we played. We talked about things to do around the house, where my next job might be, and then we went out to dinner. We ate at a small roadhouse with a great band. We sat, my arms around her, in a booth and listened to some long hair bend his guitar and make the most awesome sounds. I mean, he just shredded that puppy.

Then we went home, and all the way home the only thing on our minds was round two. Getting me off.

Heck, I was six months without, my balls felt big and round, my dick was super sensitive, and I really wanted to shoot a load.

Laughing from too much beer, horny and in love, we made our staggering way to our bedroom.

Good bye clothes, and we were naked, sitting cross legged on the bed facing each other. She leaned forward, she's flexible, and sucked my cock. Her sweet mouth was soft and velvety, and she palpated my balls, even slapping them a little. Slapping my testicles was always a sure fire squirt maker.

"Oh!" I groaned.

Then she pushed me back on my back and squatted over me.

"Let me do the work, big boy."

I smiled as she lowered herself, and the ripples of her cunt slid over me, and I felt like I was in the hand of God. Or Goddess, in this case.

She leaned forward and tweaked my nipples. She reached down and squeezed my testicles. She kissed me, again and again and again.

For my part, I thrust up, driving my spike into her so that she gasped in pleasure. Again and again.

For a long ten minutes we pounded on each other, trying desperately.

But, in the end...no go.

She crawled off me. "I'm getting sore."

"I'm sorry. I don't know...I should have shot my load a dozen times over." And I was feeling pretty down right then. I mean, once I can understand. But I had just had the juiciest cunt in the world giving me the works. And that was when I started to worry. Two weeks later I was in the doctor's office.

"I just can't seem to have an orgasm."

The company doctor was a skinny geek. He looked like a white pencil with a big, black stethoscope.

He prodded me here and there, listening to my chest breathing, looked down my mouth and into my ears, then said: "We can take some tests, maybe that will show us something."

"Doc, aside from a cold here or there, I ain't been sick a day in my life."

"I wouldn't worry. In fact I would try not to worry. We'll get to the bottom of this." He smiled at my wife, who was sitting there biting her nails.

"But what could be causing it? I mean...ED? Erectile Dysfunction? At my age?"

"People do change, these things happen, but, like I said, worry might be part of your problem. Worry enough about not completing the sexual act and it gets harder and harder to complete the sexual act."

So I gave him a couple of ounces of blood, peed in a cup, and we were out of there.

All the way home we were silent. As we entered the driveway I said, "Well, at least I can get you off."

"Yeah, but it's a two way street." Then she turned to me. "Can I try something?"

"Sure? What?"

"Well, I've been doing some research on the net, and I've talked to a couple of girls at work," she put her hands up, "not letting anybody know your problem, don't worry. But there is a sexual thing I can do that might help."

"What?"

"I want to, uh, massage your prostate."

"Massage me...isn't that up my..."

She nodded. "It's inside your body, it's the muscle that squeezes the tube your sperm comes out of. I read that sometimes people get ED because the prostate isn't working. And there are people on the net who claim that prostate massage works wonders."

We were sitting in the truck, silent for a long couple of minutes while I mulled this over in my mind.

"Putting your finger up my poo poo," I finally muttered.

"I'll be gentle, I'll even take off my fake nails for you, but if I can massage the prostate, press on it the right way, then semen should go up the tube.

"Well. I guess there's nuttier things. But...isn't that sort of a gay thing?"

"Sure, gays do it, but I don't think you have to worry about turning gay."

"Well...and you really think this will help?"

"I think it's worth a try."

The funny thing is, I wouldn't think about this till later, it was like there was a hidden sort of a gleam in her eye. And thinking about it later, I would realize that she really wanted to do this. In fact, it was making her hot.

***

That night she lit some candles and turned on some soft music. She gave me a couple of shots of whiskey to relax me, and we began.

First she laid a towel on the bed, then she had me lay on the towel.

"Oh, baby, think about shooting your load. You've got to have twice as much jizz in you as when you first got home. I mean, we been fucking and I've been getting off, but you're just storing it up.

I laughed. "I'm a damn firehose tonight."

"Just be careful and don't knock my head off when you squirt.

She gave me a delicious and sexy massage then. She focused on my manhood, and feeling her hands go up and down the shaft, manipulate the balls, I was moaning and groaning in no time.

"Okay, baby, get on all fours."

I quickly assumed the position.

She massaged my ass, and said, "Did you shave back here?"

"What? No!"

"Oh, must be my imagination. Just feels like you've got less hair on your ass."

She applied lubricant while I thought about that. Less hair? Maybe I had been sitting down more, and that rubbed the hair off my ass. Sounded weird, though.

"Okay, baby, here we go. I'm going to put a lot of lube in your rectum."

Her fingers were long and slender, and I could feel her pushing lube into me, then her finger slid all the way in.

"OH!" I fell forward, my arms and legs giving way, and her finger was left behind.

"Are you okay?" she started to panic.

"No...yet...I mean, did you feel that?"

"What?"

"It was like a charge of electricity spiked through my butt. Heysoos, it felt fucking good!"

My eyes were wide and I was breathing hard. I had never felt anything like that.

"Should we stop?" she asked worriedly.

"No, no! I want to experience that again."

She paused, then said: "Can you get back on all fours?"

I could, but I felt sort of weak, like that electrical zap, or whatever it was, had taken it out of me.

Charlotte examined me then. She felt my balls and my shaft, she felt the area around my asshole, then: "Okay, I'll try to massage you again."

I was actually holding my breath. I wasn't afraid, but I was tense. I mean, this thing was weird.

She massaged me again, touched my asshole, and now I felt even more sensitive down there. I jerked and twitched.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm going to put my finger in now."

"Okay."

She slid her finger in and I collapsed again, and a white hot feeling exploded from my...well, not my balls, but from behind them. For a long moment I felt the heat going through me, scouring me, then I just felt sort of loosey goosey.

"Fuck," I said. "I think I came."

"But I didn't even get all the way into you! I didn't even feel your prostate!"

I rolled over and looked at my dick. A lot of pre-cum, but no sperm.

"Well, I don't know what to say. It was like an orgasm, but...sort of different. Instead of exploding it felt like an ocean was washing through em, and I felt good like I do with an orgasm...but it was different."

She frowned. "Would you mind if we explored this a little?"

"How do you mean? I mean, we're exploring already, right?"

"I want you to lay on your belly, spread your legs, and I'm going to get all the way into you."

I stared at her. I felt good, like I had just cum, but I hadn't, and that meant I still had a problem, and this was the most I'd felt down there in a month, so... "Okay."

I lay on my belly and spread my legs.

"Here, put a pillow under you, that'll scoot your butt up so I can get to your prostate better."

"God, this is sort of gay, isn't it?"

"Honey, I have to tell you..."

"What?"

"It's making me sort of hot."

"What?" I rolled over and stared at her.

"This thing with your butt, me penetrating you. It...I actually feel juicy down below."

"Heysoos," I murmured, rolling back over.

"Okay, you ready?"

"Fire when ready, Gridley."

She placed one hand on one of my cheeks and pressed down, which exposed my butthole better. The other hand she used to touch my rectum. I shivered, and I felt traces of that warm feeling again, then she entered me.

"OHHH!" White hot heat surged through me, suffused my entire body, from the groin out. But not the groin, from inside the asshole. She must have touched the prostate.

"I think you got it." My voice sounded like I was gargling. My mind was absorbing this new sensation and I couldn't believe it. I could barely think. Now I knew what my wife felt when her eyes rolled back from a good fuck.

"No. I don't feel anything. Maybe...yeah, that's it, but it's small."

"Small?" my hips were starting to twitch, to push back at her finger.

"Hold still, I'm feeling it."

I tried to hold still, but it was hard, it was like somebody had shoved a power line up my as and turned on the juice.

"Yeah, that's got to be it, but it's supposed to be as big as a walnut. this feels like a marble. And it's not exactly in the right place."

"GAHHH!" I orgasmed. I shook and thrust my butt back. "AH...AH...AH..."

Charlotte jerked her hand out in surprise. I felt like I had just lost my best friend.

"What the...are you all right?"

"Oh...oh...oh..." I couldn't breath as the last surges coursed through me.

"Did you...did you have an orgasm?"

Still, I couldn't talk.

"Honey? Are you all right? You're scaring me!"

"I...yeah." I began gulping. My body was still giving little jerks. "I'm okay. I just...yeah, that was an orgasm. But it was different. It wasn't like any orgasm I ever felt before.

She was at my side now, looking at me, her face was a picture of worry.

"You really came?"

"I really did."

"But there's no sperm!"

We stared at each other, a mix of satisfaction and dismalness on my part. She was just confused.