Mall Evolution

Chapter 1
Virgin
Our meetup was set outside the cinnamon roll store in the mall food court. Wasn't my first choice for a first date, but I imagined the reason she picked it was the easy atmosphere. Her name was Azara which I thought was an online handle or a nickname. But she insisted it was her real name.
"Cane," I said, introducing myself and taking the soft hand of the friend she brought with her. "And you are?"
"Zebb," answered the dark-skinned interloper.
Zebb looked at Azara as if she were impressed with something about me.
"You don't mind, do you Cane, that I brought Zebb along?"
"No."
Azara was exactly as her photo made her out to be on her online dating profile. The rest of her body was beyond impressive. Her online photo had only shown her face and shoulders, leaving the rest to the imagination. I was unsure what to expect though. She had died her hair a red-violet that shimmered like wine, which she claimed was natural. This had raised questions in my mind about her authenticity. But her body was perfect too it seemed not that she was present to observe in all of her glory. She was built with a fine ass whose bulbous glutes seemed may pop at any moment they were so round. I felt an immediate desire to stuff my cock in between her soft cheeks and pounding one out. And then her waist. It was thin to a degree that made me believe she was wearing a girdle considering her rear end. But especially taking her breasts into account, which were impressively large, yet still unbelievably perky. She was not wearing a bra as far as I could see through her soft cotton top. Her dimensions were not average in the least and to be honest bordered on cartoonish in what I found very similar to what you would see in erotic comic drawings.
"We're as tall as he is," said Zebb, the other girl, the chaperone? She was beautiful as well in the same exaggerated vein. I felt almost common standing there between them, even though I was considered a good looking man.
Azara left us to order our deserts, leaving me to speak to her friend Zebb alone. I expected an interrogation. She said nothing, only smiling at me.
"Your friend is very beautiful," I told her. "And so are you. What's this about?"
"I'm here to make sure she gets home okay," said Zebb. "Azara can get a little wild. I'm like her designated driver."
I did find it hard to believe her though after I stepped back in my mind and looked at the situation again. She was dressed for partying, not protecting with her little green cocktail dress and her lavish gold jewelry. She did not carry a purse, and I wondered where her arsenal of protection might be. Could she be depending fully on her own physical strength to subdue me it I was a threat?
"What do you do for a living?" I asked. "Is this your day job?"
"No, I'm a scout. I look for new talent. I work for a marketing company."
"Models?" I asked.
"Something like that," she replied.
There was a moment of long silence before I asked my next question.
"Do you want to know about me?" I asked.
"No, I already know all about you. That's my job."
"You do? Well, then tell me all about me," I said, feeling a little indignant.
"You're a crossdresser, Cane. You like to wear women's clothes."
I looked at her wide-eyed, but only because she had nailed me.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"You'll find out," she said. "But don't worry, I like it. And so does Azara. We're into it more than you can imagine."
I couldn't imagine how they knew. I thought I had kept it hidden so well.
"Cinnamon rolls for everyone," said Azara, arriving back at our table. "I hope you don't mind if I add a secret ingredient to theirs."
"What secret ingredient?" I asked.
"It's magic," said Zebb. "You'll love it."
Azara took out a pouch. She reached in and drew a vial filled with a sparkling substance.
"What is that?" I asked.
"It's a night of fun," said Zebb. "You'll appreciate it later."
Azara opened the vial and poured the contents onto each of our cinnamon rolls.
"This'll get things going," she said.
"Okay," said Zebb, taking her desert and poking it with a fork.
Azara took hers and put mine in front of me.
"What is this? A drug?"
"It's fun," said Azara, lifting a large portion of sweet bun to her mouth to engulf it within her plump lips. "And it adds a lovely flavor."
"Yeah," said Zebb who was nearly halfway through her desert.
Fine, I thought. I'll just go along with it.
I picked up my cinnamon role with my fingers.
"Down the hatch," I said.
I stuffed half of it in my mouth in the first bite.
The two girls started to giggle after I swallowed it.
"Manners?" I asked. "Too indulgent of me?"
"No," said Azara. "Get it in you. Then we can have some fun."
I put the rest of the roll away in less impressive bites. Things were changing. The stuff they put on the roll was taking effect fast. I blacked out for a while.
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Chapter escort bursa 2
The Redress
"Our sisters," said Zebb, "they want to fuck him."
"Oh, leave him alone for a while," said Azara. "He has come easy enough. We hardly had to encourage him. He is ready. We can have some fun with him. His ego was so large. It will make his downfall so much fun. Let's treat this one nice. Let us sow love and gentleness into our family of pussies that we get to fuck."
"Where am I?" I asked.
"You passed out," said Zebb. "That additive on the cinnamon buns left you a bit drunk. And horny, we hope. We're accustomed to it. Do you feel horny?"
I squirmed on the leather bench I was tied down to. I lay on my back looking up at them. My head hung over the end of the bench. They had tied my wrists and ankles to the legs of the seat.
"What are you two going to do to me?" I asked. "Why am I strapped like this?"
"To suck cock," said Zebb.
I looked to Azara who stood above me.
"We need to give you a pussy," she said. "I think you will love it. You fit the profile."
"What? A pussy, as in a cunt?" I asked. "Are you two insane?"
"Are we insane, Zebb?" asked Azara, who lifted her short skirt and took out her large cock. "Am I insane?"
"No," said Zebb. "We have arisen to conquer this world through our sexual mastery of men. We have taken their cocks for ourselves. We will turn them into the princesses of fuck holes that they wanted to make us into in their dreams."
I looked around. By my best guess we were in the dressing rooms of the designer lingerie shop across from the cinnamon roll place. There was a lot of pink and red on the walls, and there was a door with vents built into it.
"Help me," I called out.
A beautiful girl wearing a green and yellow dress opened the door of the dressing room. She stepped in and closed the door behind her.
"Are you two going to play with him all day, or are you going to fuck the fuck out of him?" she asked. "I want to put my cock down his throat, and you two are stalling for fun."
Zebb bowed her head.
"I am so sorry," she said. "I just thought it was hilarious how he thought he was some kind of masculine master we should obey. We shall tame him now."
"Well, get on with it," said the girl.
"Fine," said Azara.
Azara and Zebb kissed. So did the girl who had come in.
Zebb held her cock over my face.
"Are you going to bite it if I give it to you?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said.
It did look quite tasty to me. I figured it must be the drug on the roll they gave me.
"He won't hurt you," said Azara. "The change has already started in him. He wants to drink your cumm."
Zebb stuffed her big cock in my mouth.
"Suck it or you will be lost," said the girl in the yellow and green dress.
I did as I was told. Azara was right. I did want to suck it.
"Yes, we will make you so pretty," said Azara, who took out her phone and started tapping away on the screen. Then she showed it to me, underneath the face fucking that was happening above my mouth.
"This is what we estimated you would look like after we were done with you," she said, as Zebb rammed her cock against the back of my throat.
"I'm Cilia," said the girl in the green and yellow dress. "And you will be a beautiful cuntgirl."
I looked at the picture on the phone. The girl in the picture was beautiful. I could tell it was me, only I had become feminine and was gorgeous. I wanted to fuck the image I saw, she was so perfectly pretty.
Then Cilia was between my legs.
"She's going to fuck your asshole hard," said Azara, leaning down to kiss me around the lips as Zebb kept pounding my face.
"Yeah, kiss him around the mouth," said Zebb as she fucked my mouth with her huge cock. "I'll make his mouth her mouth with my thick cock."
Cilia's cock caused my ass to shake and shimmer as she pressed her penis into me. It was thick and long too.
"It's the drug in the cinnamon role," said Azara. "It makes you hornier and hornier. But soon you won't need it anymore. Our cumm loads will change you into a horny little lady. You'll want to be fucked all the time, and you'll enjoy it all the time."
Just then Zebb's cock began to pulse in my mouth. Her semen poured down my throat.
"Eat it!" shouted Cilia. "Eat it for all of us."
I did as I was told. I wanted the future that Azara had promised me. I wanted to be free of my rollercoaster of arousal. I wanted to be horny all the time.
Celia was so happy to see me swallow that she began to come in my ass.
"Oh, he's cooperating," said Celia. "He wants to be our slut girl."
"You're next," Zebb said to Azra, stepping out of the way so that she could have a shot at my mouth.
"Will you eat her cumm too?" Zebb asked me as Azara's cock slid into my mouth.
I nodded as best I could. Zebb's cumm and Cilia's cumm were having an effect on me. I was beginning to feel that this was where I belonged. I was meant to be their bitch görükle escort forever. I just needed some more of their cumm.
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Chapter 3
The Missing
After lots of fucking in my ass and mouth, I was taken to the dead store. The malls were dying then, and there was a certain merchandise store which had been a juggernaut in its day, but which had fallen in the age of online shopping. I was taken there to be reviewed. There were many young women running about through the store who were of age to fuck. I thought it was odd that they were able to exist there without running into the authorities.
"The store was bought by our master," said Azara when I asked. "We have every legal right to be here."
"And those who question our rights become one of us," said Celia.
The glass doors leading outside were all plastered over with posters to keep outsiders from seeing inside. The connecting corridor with the rest of the mall was not only caged shut, there was a wall of steel panels welded in place to keep intruders out as well as more than sufficient levels of sound proofing to keep mall dwellers from listening in on what was happening within.
There were women working to remodel the interior of the store as supplies came in through the loading docks. The place had begun to look something like the interior of a decadent middle eastern palace. It was by design four stories high in terms of mall floors which were much taller than in standard homes and businesses. In the south corner of the store the floors had been opened up to the roof, creating a fifty foot drop for a waterfall that was installed. It rained down into a pool that was three times the size of an Olympic pool. There were places to dive off all the way up as well as places to bathe in the sunlight that was let in when the south facing walls were opened up.
"What is to become of me?" I asked Azara.
They took me to the third floor of the store and led me to the edge so I could see down below where the other women were playing in the water.
"Take off your gown we gave you and let's look at your cock," she answered.
I opened the gown and did as I was told. My cock, my poor cock, was so small and tiny now. What had happened to it?
"It is shrinking nicely," said Zebb.
"And ours are getting bigger and prouder," said Cilia. "Let's take the rest of it."
There were mirrors set around us so we could see ourselves. I looked and saw my face and body was changing.
"You really are turning me into a woman," I said. "What is the reason for this?"
"You wanted to be a girl," said Azara. "You want to be a fuck toy. It is how you imagined the lives of women with my body. Well, it is what you will become now."
I was laid on my stomach on a bench so that I could see what went on below while they pounded my ass with their cocks. There were at least two kinds of women below. One kind had a cock and the other did not. The cuntgirls would dive into the pool and attempt to swim away. Then the cock girls would dive in after them and chase them across the water. They would bring them out of the water onto little islands in the pool and fuck them in the face and ass.
I wanted to be down there with them, getting fucked.
"Not until you're pure pussy," said Zebb into my ear. "Then we will hunt you in the pool too."
Zebb and Azara worked on me for days. Cilia did her best as well. They brought other cockgirls up to fuck me when they grew tired. I had at least two cocks inside of me at all times. I thought the fucking would tire me out, but it gave me strength. The more they came in me, the more I wanted them to come.
"I'm changing," I said. "I can feel it."
"Into something pretty," said Zebb. "When you get your pussy, I'll fuck it so hard with my cock. Won't you like that?"
"Yes," I said, licking up her mess. "I want a pussy for you to fuck hard and deep and often."
I wasn't sure if I believed Zebb or not. But I couldn't help but want to fulfill these fantasies. I wanted to be a girl.
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Chapter 4
The Plot
After what must have been a week of fucking, I was taken back to the lingerie store through management access tunnels. I came into a dressing room, and the girls had some clothes for me to try on.
"We just want to pretty you up for the next part of your mission," said Azara. "You may not understand this, but we gain size and virility with every man-cock we absorb. And now that you are a full-on cuntgirl, your cock is totally ours."
"Does that mean you don't want me anymore?" I asked.
"Not at all," said Zebb. "We want you even more now. But we also need you to do a little work for us. Think of yourself like a harvester. The more cocks you suck dry, the more cock we can absorb from you when we fuck you next."
"Cock? Like from men?" I asked.
Cilia crossed her arms.
"Oh, geesh, this ones got qualms about sucking on a guy's dick."
I pulled up the panties they had given me to try on.
"I can take it in the ass, bursa escort bayan right?" I asked.
"Your pussy hasn't formed yet," said Zebb. "It will require more sucking for you to get one. You'll have to go down on your knees for guys for a while to get us the extra cock boost, we want."
"You mean I have to act like a bridge for their masculinity? Are you going to become men?"
"No," said Cilia. "We're going to become hornier and hornier."
"Yes," said Zebb, "that is our goal. We want to fuck constantly with big hard cocks that stay hard when we tell them to."
"But what about sleep?" I asked.
"There will be time to sleep when the universe is dead," said Azara. "Now, we want to be goddesses of cock."
I had developed a pair of nice, little breasts. They made certain that I wore a bra that was a bit too small for them, so the nipples peeked out the top.
"We will turn all men into our cock suckers," said Azara. "And we will rule their pussies with our stiff, hard cocks for all eternity."
I was taken through the management tunnels to the men's fashion store.
"This will keep you out of trouble," said Zebb.
They lashed me into a corner display stand that had been modified so that it fit into the structure of the store's wall. From the tunnel side I was inserted so that only my head and breasts were exposed on the store side. On the other side I was exposed in a dressing room that required special permission to enter. There were rich men who came there to try on designer suits, and I was installed in the last changing booth. The cockgirls ran the store, I soon realized, and I was on the menu.
"What a pretty thing," said the man who came in to fuck my face first. He took off his pants and put his tip right in my mouth. "You like it?"
I nodded.
I could see in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. I was so pretty. My lips were so full, perfect for sucking cock. I knew he liked how full they were wrapped around his shaft. I wanted to do more to impress him.
I lunged forward and took his whole member down my throat.
"Oh, this one likes to get it in her throat," he said.
He gripped my ears and started to stroke in and out. I felt his cock going in and out of my throat. I don't know why, but I liked it. It was as if my mouth was a pussy or an asshole. And there were nerves in my throat that his cock tip could stimulate. What was happening to my body? Was I becoming a fuck toy? I wanted more cock, and I wanted it deeper down my throat. It felt so wonderful.
But then his shaft began to throb. His seed poured hot into my body, and he softened in my mouth.
"Oh, you were nice," he said, pulling out.
I licked at his tip which he let me taste only a few times before he took it away.
"I get sensitive after," he said.
"Come back soon," I said. "I'll be waiting for it."
He quietly zipped up his pants and waved goodbye before he walked out.
"He'll be back," said the dickgirl who came in after him. "You did a great job sucking him off. I knew you would be perfect here."
Then I felt a cock enter my ass from behind.
"Who's fucking my ass?" I asked the dickgirl.
"Oh, it's one of your sponsors, no doubt," she said. "Zebb, Azara, or Cilia. They're your top sponsors. Then there are others below them. It's a kind of pyramid scheme, but it works out for the dickgirls in the end."
"How does a pyramid scheme work out?" I asked.
"Because they're always making more men. But Dickgirls are a rare thing in this world. We will be victorious in the end."
Just then the girl in my ass started to cumm. It felt so good. She was stimulating nerves there that I never knew I had.
"Do you protest?" asked the dickgirl.
"No," I said. "More dick please."
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Chapter 5
The Girlfriend
My penis was getting seriously small. I was being taken to the furniture section of the store to await my final transformation. But as we walked through the service hallways, I spotted a familiar face in the storage area of the hardware department.
Is that Jean? I wondered.
Jean was this tomboy I grew up with. I thought she was beautiful, and I always wanted to fuck her. But she was just too good for me or something. I offered myself to her, and she turned me down. She told me I was too pretty for her. My friends liked to tease me about it.
I never really got over it. I was sort of obsessed about it. And she just paraded her perfect body in front of me from that day onwards it seemed. It was like she was there to torture me with her beauty. And all of my friends thought it was funny at first. But then they thought it was sad and told me to get over it. Then they felt sorry for acting like it was funny. They begged me to let go.
I did finally. I became an artist and began expressing my passion through music and painting. I wrote songs and designed things that were pretty to see. But it was all an outlet for the desire I felt for Jean.
"Stop," said Jean.
My handlers halted and looked at her.
"What is it, Ms. Jean?" they asked her.
"I get this one," she said. "Zebb and Azara owe me. They've been holding out on me."
What? I thought.
Jean stepped forward and pushed the other two dickgirls aside.