Kink Doors: Fertile

 

Like most that find their way into Mikayla's realm you're confused at first. Just a moment ago you'd been relaxing in your own home and the next you were standing in a long wide hallway. You think for a moment that you might be dreaming but no, it's too detailed for that. You can see faint scuff marks on the tiled floor, smell the slight tang on bleach in the air where they have been recently cleaned and you know your imagination isn't that good. 

So, if not a dream where are you? 

Perhaps one of of these doors could offer a clue. You look closer finding that each one carries a small polished brass plate with a word or two engraved on it. 

"Collared" you read examining the closest one 

"Milking" says another. 

You wander down the hall stopping to look at the doors more or less at random. 

"Locked in latex, Feet, Daddy/Daughter, Teacher's Pet," the list goes on offering no clue as to what it all means. 

Finally you decide to try one figuring what ever is beyond has to be better than than the seemingly endless hall. Turning the handle on a door marked Cat-girl Harem you push but the door stays firmly shut. You rattle the handle twisting it back and forth to no avail, it's clearly locked.

"I don't think that one's for you sweetie," a high soft voice interrupts your attempted break in, or break out as you'd prefer to think of it "Sorry I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived I was, uh, a little distracted."

You start, spinning to face the source of the voice and find a young woman wearing a shear satin gown looking up at you with an amused expression on her pretty face. 

"I, um, I was just..." you pause trying to gather your thoughts.

"Woah, take a second there," she reassures you "You're not in any trouble. My name is Mikayla, I'm here to help."

The petite brunette's friendly smile melts away your initial alarm and you can't help smiling back at her. 

"I, I'm sorry," you start again trying and failing to keep your eyes from lingering on her lovely body "I don't even know how I got here. Where am I anyway?"

"Heaven? A simulation? A fantasy maybe?" Mikayla shrugged as if the answer wasn't that important "The whys and where's of it all is above my pay grade I'm afraid. As for what we do here, perhaps it'll be easier if I just show you?"

She crosses the hall to another door seemingly identical to all the others.

"Here try this one" she says beckoning you over "I think it'll suit you better."

More confused than ever you follow her suggestion placing you hand on the handle. "Fertile" you see the sign even as the door swings easily open for you and you step through.

The room beyond looks like a luxury hotel suite. Plush wool carpets and satin sheets draped over a King sized bed. 

"What...?" You manage to ask before a wave of disorientation washes over you.

Your body seems to convulse, seized by a feeling somewhere between a violent sneeze and a sudden intense orgasm and when the sensation has passed you look and feel very different. 

The first thing you notice is your hands. How small and delicate they've become. The way your fingernails are now neatly manicured. Filed to long points and painted with red lacquer. Almost like...

"Oh shit," you gasp looking down at your transformed body "I'm a woman!"

You grab at the small firm breasts that now adorned your chest confirming they are both real and firmly attached to your body. For a moment all you can think is this must be an illusion. Some clever trick involving cosmetics and prostheses but no, the skin, your skin, is warm and supple under your fingers. You can feel every touch on them and you gasp as your explorations brush against your now larger and much more sensitive nipples. 

A few swaying steps carry you to a full length mirror where you tear off your clothes to assess the full extent of the changes. 

The woman looking back at you from the glass is oddly familiar. She, or rather you, still looks a little like your usual self but also a little like pictures you've seen of your mom when she was younger. Your dark hair is no longer cropped short but cut into a stylish bob framing your feminised face. There's not sign of your usual beard, not even a trace of stubble instead expertly applied make-up emphasizes wide pretty eyes and full pouting lips.

You feel a twinge of annoyance as your gaze continues down taking in your slim new figure. All those hours in the gym building up your muscles, wasted! You'd be surprised if you weigh much more than a hundred pounds now and you'd be amazed if you could lift even half that. 

Of course all that seems laughably trivial compared to what's between your legs. Or rather what isn't there. There's no trace of your usual equipment. It has vanished as completely as your facial hair. 

You gape at the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair framing the familiar mound and slit of the pussy that has replaced your manhood. Hardly believing your own eyes you twist and turn in front of the mirror as if trying to catch your reflection in a lie but it remains stubbornly consistent no matter how you pose. All you manage is to do show off your pleasingly plump behind and long toned legs.9

The whole time you mind boils with questions. Too many to list but one above all

How did they know?

How on earth could Mikayla, or whoever is really in charge here, know your deepest most secret fantasy? A secret you'd never shared with anyone. That you'd barely even admitted to yourself yet somehow they'd known.

All these years you've dreamt of being a girl, of looking in a mirror and seeing exactly what you're seeing now, and suddenly, impossibly, the dream was reality.

You grapple with a tide of conflicting emotions. Shock, excitement, fear and curiosity all war within you until you can hardly bare it. The only thing that saves you from sliding a full scale panic attack is the sound of the door opening behind you. 

You give a girlish squeal of surprise as Mikayla leads a tall well built man in. You'd been so engrossed in your self-examination you hadn't even noticed her leaving.

You make a clumsy attempt to cover yourself finding it difficult with your smaller hands and increased number of parts you need to hide. 

 The man's green eyes go wide as he spots you. He at least has the good grace to look embarrassed at walking in on you but he also doesn't look away. You feel your face heat up as his gaze lingers on your naked form. At the same time you feel an odd sort of pride at the fact that he's seemingly dumbstruck by the mere sight of you. At the same time you find yourself noticing his body in ways you normally wouldn't. His sandy hair, broad shoulders, and strong looking hands stirs something in you. An excited fluttering warmth in the pit of your stomach that makes your heart race and your breath catch in your throat. 

You want this man you realise. Want him more than you ever wanted any woman you were ever with. It's a burning aching need inside you. A fire only he can quench.

You let your hands fall to your side no longer wanting to hide anything from him. Relishing the way his eyes drink you in and appreciating the fast growing bulge tenting the from of his jeans.

"I'll leave you two to get better acquainted then" Mikayla says backing out of the room with a smug smile on her face.

The man opens his mouth to say something but you stalk across the space between you and stand on tiptoe to silence him with a passionate kiss.

"Shut up," you pant "Just shut up and fuck me. Fuck me now!"

Sensibly he doesn't argue with that. His clothes fall away as you lead him to the bed allowing you to properly appreciate his body. He's lean and muscular without being too heavily built and you wonder if he looks like this back I'm the real world or if this body is a gift like your own. 

You decide it doesn't matter as he bares you down onto the bed his strong warm hands roaming over your sensitive new skin. For a moment you're afraid He's going to hold back, take his time exploring your body but his urgency seems to mirror your own. He soon shifts his weight so he's fully on top of you. Your legs part to greet him without you consciously willing it and with a single powerful thrust he's in you.

A full throated moan escapes your lips as his magnificent cock fills you completely. 

You've always suspected sex might be better for women but never in your wildest fantasies have you ever imagined it could feel this good. 

You surrender to the raw animal pleasure of being fucked. Allowing him own your body completely while you moan and writhe beneath him.

"Oh god, fuck," he groans "I'm close baby..."

"Do it," you demand wrapping your long legs around him to hold him in place "Fill me up, breed my slut pussy stud." 

You barely register what you are saying too lost in the moment to think about the full implications of your dirty talk until it's too late. An instant later your partner gives a deep primal grunt and you feel his cock pulse swelling even larger as he released deep inside you. Your own climax breaks over you like an in-coming tide, peaking and ebbing but constantly building until you are completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

When you come back to your senses you are relieved to find your lover has quietly slipped away. The situation was already awkward enough with adding post-coitel small talk into the mix. 

You lay back on the bed enjoying the pleasant ache of your exertions. Part of you wonders why you are so relaxed. You'd lived your whole life as a straight man. You'd always thought of your fantasies of becoming a woman as just that  fantasy, with no expectation that it could ever become real. Even in your dreams you'd never seriously thought about being with a man. Yet here you are, freshly fucked and perfectly happy about it. Even the feeling of his cum slowly leaking from your pussy just adds to your feeling of contentment. 

In the end you decide not to worry about things you can't change and just enjoy the ride. 

You get a few more hours to yourself and you take the opportunity to get cleaned up. After luxuriating in a hot bath you eat a delicious meal and spend a while playing dress up with the wardrobe full of sexy outfits you find. 

Once you've fully recovered Mikayla appears once more with a new playmate in tow. This one is a shorter than the last one with a full beard and his shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail. Once again the same feverish need overtakes you and you find yourself simpering like a school girl and cooing over his tattoos.

You let him take the lead happy to give him your body however he wants. Even sucking eagerly on his cock when it's offered. But you insist he finish in your pussy thrilling you with another intense orgasm when he spills his load in your needy cunt.

And that's the pattern for you for what feels like a long time. Days, maybe weeks, pass like that. Mikayla brings a man to your room you have incredible, mind blowing, pornstar sex, he cums inside you and leaves. 

When you're tired you sleep, when you're hungry you eat. If you ever get board there are book or movies to keep you entertained until your next visitor arrives. 

The routine quickly becomes so comfortable and familiar you almost don't notice when things begin to change. First you lose the urge have the men finish in your pussy. You aren't sure exactly when that change happened. You only notice it in retrospect after an over eager guest cums on your face and you realise you don't mind at all. 

Soon after you start to notice the physical changes. You begin to gain weight especially around your belly and your breasts. At first you worry that your thickening figure will limit the number of visitors you receive but if anything the flow of traffic to your room increases. 

Still, you worry. 

What if you keep gaining weight? 

How big might you get? 

This is supposed to be your fantasy, as strange as your physical and mental transformation had been you've come to accept to your changes so far were a result of your own desires however deeply buried. But you can't believe that any part of you wants to be obese.

Eventually you confide in Mikayla and you're a little hurt when she responds with peals of laughter.

"Oh sweetie," she says fighting to surpress her giggles "I'm sorry I shouldn't laugh but... oh you really don't get it do you?"

Your confused shake of your head is all the prompting she needs to continue "How to explain this...? Ah, I know. Do you remember what it says on your door...?"

She watches you as the wheels turn in your head. You think back trying to recall the fleeting glimpse you'd had of the brass door plate. 

"Fertile.. " you say your eyes going wide as the penny finally drops "you mean...? This is...? I'm fucking pregnant!"

You shouldn't be surprised really. Lord knows you've done enough fucking without any thought of protection.  With hind sight it could only been a matter of time before some one knocked you up. 

Like innumerable women before you your body was extracting the price for all the pleasure you'd received. Even more surprisingly you find it's a price you're happy to pay. 

You smile placing a hand on your swollen belly thinking about the child growing inside you and realising that already love them. 

You half listen in a blissfull haze while Mikayla explains your options. The magic of the rooms will keep you safe and healthy as long as you stay. That's why you hadn't suffered any morning sickness or any of the other unpleasant side effects of your condition. It would even extend your pregnancy indefinitely allowing you to continue servicing those visitors whose fantasy was to fuck a heavily pregnant woman. 

Or you could return to the real world to deliver your baby and begin a new life as a hot mommy. 

You let her finish but you already know what you'll do. As pleasant as your stay here has been you are even more excited to get back to reality and live out your true fantasy of being a mother.

This story continues from YoungBlood's awsome Kink Doors. Check out the start HERE