Raj's Transformation - 2: The Feminization

Raj's Transformation

Part 2: The Feminization

(An Indian sissy male grows to enjoy being dominated and feminized by white men and an Indian woman)

To my dismay, Brian and Padma then showed up to take me to their home for more "discipline." They burst out laughing when they saw me facing the corner in just my panties. They let me get dressed, and then I followed them reluctantly to their car, a strange mix of dread and excitement churning in my stomach over what they had planned for me.

As Brian drove, I sat in the backseat, listening to them talk about me as if I weren't even there. They playfully discussed the best way to put me in my place and teach me a lesson I wouldn't forget. Their hushed conversation and Padma’s hand on Brian’s thigh revealed a closeness that made me feel like an outsider. Finally, Brian whispered an idea in Padma's ear, and she giggled approvingly. I had no idea what they had decided, but the complete uncertainty of it left me with a thrilling sense of anticipation.

They lived in a fashionable apartment in the city. Once we got inside, Brian told me to strip completely naked. I did what he said without a word, not daring to anger him further. After I undressed, I realized to my relief that he was more amused than angry upon seeing my slender, girly body and my small brown cock. He was still intent on putting me in my place. "I'm going to teach you not to peek at my lovely girlfriend's body again!" Brian teased as they both laughed.

Brian exuded masculine power — tall and broad-shouldered, with a casual confidence that was both intimidating and incredibly magnetic. The calm, possessive authority radiating from him was strangely compelling. They left me standing naked in their living room for what felt like forever while they went upstairs, presumably to get comfortable.

Padma then came down and smirked at me, obviously enjoying my humiliation, and I felt a wave of blissful submission. I noticed she had changed into a pair of tiny shorts and a tight white crop top with a plunging neckline. Her nipples were hard and obvious through her sheer top, since she wasn't wearing a bra. I figured she was dressed that way just to tease me and add to my frustration, and she seemed to be enjoying every minute of it.

She told me to sit on the couch and sat next to me. She then put her arm around my shoulder, her breasts brushing against me, and I could smell her sexy perfume. She asked me about my day and if my bottom was still hurting from the spanking. Her unexpected kindness took me by surprise. Finally, she leaned over and almost whispered in my ear, "Raj," she began, her voice dropping to a whisper that was both teasing and intimate, "You are such a cute sissy. You want to know what it's like to be a girl, don't you?" I was too shocked to respond, but lowered my head, my heart pounding in thrilled agreement.

She continued, "Well then, Brian and I have decided to make you one. Brian has always had this fantasy of being with two women, so I think he is going to enjoy it as well." I opened my mouth to say something, but a mix of nerves and excitement caught in my throat. Then she added, "But guess what that means? You're going to get fucked like a woman by him tonight! Hahahaha!"

I gasped, "No!" and tried to get up as if to run, but I suddenly felt Brian's strong hand on my back. He effortlessly kept me in place. He was a big Texan guy and, of course, far stronger than me, and I felt so femme and submissive as he rubbed my back, his touch firm and reassuring.

Brian had changed into a muscle T-shirt and shorts and looked so ruggedly handsome. I felt my resistance slipping away as I started to accept, and even imagine, what tonight was going to be like. At first, I was embarrassed and nervous, but then the thought started to excite me. After all, what sissy wouldn't dream of being treated like a woman by a hot, masculine man like Brian?

*****

Padma took my hand and led me naked upstairs to their bedroom, her hand holding mine firmly as I followed, a mix of fear and blossoming excitement swirling inside me.

Closing the door behind her, she turned to me with a sly smirk. "Now, my little sissy," she whispered teasingly, "it's time to turn you into the woman you've always secretly wanted to be, isn't it?" I could only lower my head and blush in silent agreement, my resistance, already weakened by Brian's touches, slipping further away. Seeing me blush, she continued to tease me, her voice a decadent mix of scorn and seduction, "You little slut, I know you want to get fucked by a big white cock, don't you?" She pinched my little brown cock with her thumb and index finger, as if to mock how small it was. I squealed with pain and shame.

First, she made me take a quick shower. Once I was out, she handed me a fragrant, floral-scented body lotion. "You don't want to smell like a man, do you?" she teased, watching me apply it to my already smooth, nearly hairless skin. My face burned with embarrassment, but a strange feminine warmth spread through my body as the sweet scent enveloped me.

Padma then opened her lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of delicate, frilly pink lace panties for me to wear. They were so sheer they would leave little to the imagination. She then selected a padded push-up bra with gel pads to create some cleavage. "We need to make sure you have some curves for Brian, don't we, sweetie?" Padma cooed, holding it against my slender chest. As she fastened the push-up bra, the pressure against my chest created the illusion of cleavage, a deeply thrilling sight. I felt a shiver of humiliation and a jolt of arousal at the thought of dressing up for Brian's pleasure.

From another drawer, she pulled out a pair of black thigh-high fishnet stockings and a garter belt. As I struggled a little to put on the garters and stockings, Padma gently guided the stockings up my legs, her touch sending delicious shivers through my sensitive skin. I felt so feminine already in such lovely lingerie.

She took my straight black hair and, with deft fingers, began to style it to make it look more girly. She brushed it, pinning some sections, then letting others fall softly around my face. "There, that's much better than that boring boy's haircut," she remarked, patting my head.

She then sat me down at her vanity table. "Now let's make your face pretty," she said, picking up a brush. She applied a light foundation and powder, smoothing out my complexion. Next came the eyes. With meticulous care, she applied eyeliner, drawing a delicate wing that made my eyes look bigger.

She then moved to her closet, glancing through the hangers before pulling out a cute outfit. She held up a short black skirt that would ride high on my thighs and a flowery blouse with delicate buttons. "This will show off your sissy body perfectly," she commented as she helped me into the blouse and skirt. Finally, she selected a bright red lipstick and lip gloss. "Show me a nice pout," she teased as she carefully applied them to my lips. Padma stepped back, admiring her work. "Perfect! You're ready to be kissed now," she said as I swooned with embarrassment.

To complete the ensemble, she gave me some dangling silver clip-on earrings, a delicate choker necklace, and a cute bracelet to wear. "Every good girl needs her sparkle," she said as she fastened the necklace around my throat. Finally, she sprayed a very feminine perfume on my neck, behind my ears, and in my cleavage. "There, that's Brian's favorite perfume."

She then turned me to face her full-length dresser mirror. I gasped, truly shocked. The shy Indian man was gone, replaced by a pretty, feminine woman with delicate features, soft makeup, and alluring clothing, my lips now tantalizingly red and full. The transformation was startling. I couldn't believe how girly I looked. "Ooh, look at you, Raj. You're all woman now. You're craving a big, strong man, aren't you?" she whispered in my ear, her voice full of triumphant mischief. I felt a wave of erotic desire and humiliating submission. My little cock, almost forgotten beneath the layers of lace and skirt, twitched in eager anticipation, eager for a real man's attention, and I could feel myself leaking pre-cum in an exquisitely feminine way.

*****

Padma then called out for Brian to come in. As he came into the bedroom, he looked me up and down approvingly and let out a loud catcall. I blushed and lowered my head, my heart racing with a mixture of delight and exquisite shame. Seeing me in full femme mode, I knew that he liked my slim, smooth body. Padma laughed, seeing his reaction. I wondered if she was feeling jealous that her boyfriend was gawking at another woman, but I knew she had nothing to worry about.

Brian took my hand and made me stand in front of him. He was a full head taller than me, and I looked so small next to him. I was pleased to see him looking at me with such desire as he started to touch my silky, brown skin. But I was also a virgin sissy who'd never really been with a man before, except for my brief session with Fred earlier, so I was very self-conscious when Brian started to caress my face, neck, and shoulders.

Padma giggled upon seeing Brian take a liking to me. I was shocked that he was openly looking at me with lust, and there was nothing I could do about it. Even worse, I saw that I was blushing and starting to enjoy being admired by him. Brian walked around me and looked at me from all angles. He teased me, "Come on, baby, let's get you out of those clothes." He started to slowly undo the buttons on my blouse one by one. My breath caught in my throat, but I wasn't about to put up much resistance, with my body already eager for his touch.

As he reached over to take the blouse off me, I raised my arms willingly to let him remove it fully. He noticed my cleanly shaved underarms and started to caress them as I swooned with shame and arousal. After taking off my blouse, he started to unzip my skirt as well. Pretty soon, he had me standing with only my bra and panties on, and I felt so exposed and embarrassed.

Padma looked at me intently. "Oh, don't be shy," she said casually with a snicker. "I bet you've dreamed about this for a long time. Admit it." I lowered my eyes shyly, silently admitting my deepest desires. Brian took off his T-shirt, revealing an impressive muscular body and strong arms. He had broad shoulders and a hairy chest that stood out in stark contrast with my slender body, making my frame look even more feminine. He continued to fondle my bare brown skin, running his hands over my padded black bra and pink lace panties.

Brian didn't want Padma to feel left out, so he made her stand next to me and kissed her lovingly, a deep, possessive kiss that made me jealous as I saw his passion for her up close. He then lifted her top off, revealing her shapely breasts with perky dark nipples. He also unbuttoned her shorts, leaving her with only her panties. Brian was really enjoying the feeling of having two women at his disposal! I also realized that despite her bossy attitude at work, Padma was quite submissive to Brian. This only made me want to be just as submissive to him.

Brian then reached over and kissed me fully on my mouth while holding my head firmly with one hand. I closed my eyes and eagerly opened my mouth, feeling like a woman being ravished by her man. His lips were demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a confidence that left me breathless. I was surprised to see that I could no longer resist him, and I was starting to give myself completely to this strange man! I was even more shocked to feel his other hand slide inside my panties to press my bare ass as he continued to kiss me passionately.

Having kissed and felt me up to his heart's content with barely a whimper, Brian knew I had fully submitted to him. He stood back, unhooked my bra, and took it off me. Then he slid my pink panties down to my ankles, leaving me with just my stockings and garter belt. He leered at my perky nipples and neatly shaved pubes.

I sighed with embarrassment as I felt a draft over my naked flesh below, causing goosebumps to appear on my smooth brown skin. Of course, it was more shaming and arousing when I felt the hands of a handsome, strong, white man starting to explore my bare body. Brian turned me around to caress me from behind. He cupped my sissy breasts with his large hands and started to knead them openly. He tweaked my small, perky nipples with one hand and reached with his other hand to start rubbing my little brown cock lewdly, as if to show me I was completely his. I gasped in surprise as I felt his large erection poking my ass cheeks from behind.

I had mixed feelings about being fondled so openly by him. But before I could think too much, Brian climbed onto the king-size bed and told me and Padma to get in bed on either side of him. He held and caressed us both as we rested our heads on his hairy chest. He pushed our heads down his body. Padma unzipped his shorts and lowered them, revealing a huge dick pointing straight up. I saw that it was so thick that she could barely wrap her fingers around it, and I eagerly reached over to feel it as well.

Brian then made us both suck him, first one by one, and then both of us together. Padma laughed when she saw me struggle to take him in my mouth and showed me how to do it the way he likes. I eagerly followed her lead until Brian had had enough fun with two sets of lips on his throbbing dick.

Brian then told me, "Well, Padma told me how much you want to get fucked. I bet you're aching for my hard cock in your ass, aren't you?"

I hung my head in shame, knowing that I didn't say anything like that to Padma, although I couldn't disagree with what he said. My little weenie twitched in anticipation, giving away any resistance I had left. Very soon, I was going to be impaled on a real man's cock!

Brian told me to bend over the side of the bed. The master bedroom had a mirror on one wall, which happened to be the side I was facing from my position. I realized I wasn't just going to be 'deflowered' tonight—I'd be watching the whole thing in the mirror! I instinctively clenched my buttocks, thinking there was no way my tight back passage could possibly fit such a thick pole.

As if my embarrassment wasn't overwhelming enough, I soon realized that Padma herself was going to get my rear end ready for her boyfriend's penetration. She retrieved some lubricant jelly and began to apply the cool lube to my tensed anal opening. She placed both palms on my ass cheeks to spread them wide open and then slid her middle finger into my anus. Never having been "entered" like this before, I felt the alien sensation of being invaded by someone else. I could see my face flush red in deep shame in the mirror at having my most private bodily opening exposed to and lubricated by a woman!

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Padma teased knowingly, with her finger still inside my anus. She withdrew her middle finger for a moment, but then she added more lube and inserted two fingers into my anus this time. It felt fuller this time, but still not too bad. However, she wasn't done yet as she slid one more finger inside me to fully coat my insides with the lubricant. I gasped, but now I was ready to be taken.

Brian walked up right behind me and started to position his large cockhead at my wrinkled anus. In the meantime, Padma got up onto the bed and faced me. "Look into my eyes, Raj," she whispered to me. "I want to see your shame as Brian takes you like a woman." I blushed furiously. She knew exactly how humiliating it was for a sissy Indian guy like me to be taken by a powerful white man, a humiliation she clearly relished.

I felt increasing pressure on my back door, and I tried to squeeze my buns tightly together to resist. How naive I was! My sphincter muscles were no match for Brian's rock-hard prick, and within a minute, he broke through.

"OOOOWWWWWW!" I screamed in agony, my mouth forming a perfect 'O' at the sharp pain of him pushing inside. My anal opening was stretched wide open — much wider than I'd ever experienced before — by his throbbing horse dick as he steadily pushed inside my untouched insides without mercy. Watching in the mirror, I saw my face contorted in a mask of pain, shame, and burgeoning ecstasy. It was the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate surrender.

I saw Padma's reflection behind me, her eyes dark with fascination, her lips parted in a silent gasp. I could see tremendous satisfaction on her pretty face. She was smiling, licking her lips, and showing off her bare breasts to make me even more frustrated, her presence amplifying my shame and turning it into an unbearable pleasure.

I continued to squirm from this unfamiliar fullness in my rectal passage. Brian's long pole seemed to sink into my bowels endlessly. He gripped my feminine hips with his strong hands and, with one forceful push, finally "bottomed out" inside my ass-pussy. I could now feel his lower body, and even his heavy balls, pressing tightly against my behind. Leaving his cock fully buried inside me like that for a short while, he let my body get used to his intrusion. The initial pain gave way to an overwhelming sense of being filled, stretched, and claimed.

After I'd adjusted to his man tool somewhat, Brian began to pull out slowly, creating another strange, but not unpleasant, sensation in my backside. When only the thick head of his cock was left in my hole, he reversed course and pushed back into me, until again his muscular legs pressed skintight against the back of my soft thighs.

While I'd never had anal sex before — until today — I'd watched enough porn to understand that I was now being butt-fucked by this man. A ruggedly handsome, masculine man whom women would undoubtedly love to have sex with. I didn't have much time to ponder before I was distracted by his in-and-out fucking motion, which was picking up in pace. There was a steady, wet echo of flesh-slapping-flesh filling the bedroom as he slammed into my lubricated tunnel repeatedly, each thrust a powerful testament to his stamina and my complete surrender.

Padma walked behind me to get a better view of the action. "Hey Raj, I can see how much you like getting fucked, you're such a slut!" she whispered to me. Oh, this was so humiliating! But despite all that, a strange pleasure started to build deep inside me, mixing with the pain of being unnaturally stretched by Brian's fat sausage pounding away in my bottom. This couldn't be, I told myself; there was no way I could start to enjoy being ass-fucked like this!

But it didn't matter what I believed; it began to feel more pleasurable the longer I was being fucked, and I even caught myself unconsciously moving my ass back to meet his thrusts. Strangely, I felt a little jealous of Padma when I imagined her getting thoroughly fucked in her brown pussy by this manly white stud just as hard.

I could feel Brian getting close, and then he held my body tightly towards him as he sank fully inside me one last time to spill his seed deep inside me.

Before the night was over, Brian took me one more time, but only after he made passionate love with Padma and made her scream as she came repeatedly. I was amazed at his strength and stamina as I lay in bed next to them, watching this white man dominate his Indian girlfriend. The sounds of their lovemaking, the way he kissed her, the tender words he whispered between thrusts, and the way her body responded with unrestrained passion—it all contrasted with the rough way he had taken me. Her pure pleasure showed the deep connection they shared, and a sharp wave of jealousy washed over me.

When it was my turn, he fucked me on my back on the bed in a missionary position with my knees pulled up to my chest, just like he did with Padma. In this position, my little dicklet seemed so small as it dangled next to his thick cock as it entered my already loosened backside. In the end, I had a sissy orgasm as I was penetrated, without touching my dicklet at all. It was an overwhelming, full-body release, a culmination of the pain, humiliation, and incredible pleasure of being utterly claimed. Padma shrieked with delight as she watched me whimper and moan, coming like a woman being properly fucked by her man.

The next day at work, I felt a new spring in my step, a secret joy pulsating through me. I tried to avoid bumping into anyone, paranoid that my coworkers could somehow tell something had happened. It was very uncomfortable to sit down as well, so after squirming in my seat most of the morning, I wasn't able to concentrate or get much work done. The dull ache between my legs was a constant, delicious secret. Every time I shifted in my chair, I was reminded of Brian's weight on me, his power, the feeling of being completely filled by him. It was also a secret badge of my transformation and the incredible pleasure I'd discovered.