The Feminization of Henry
Copyright© 2011 by Janno Jones
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Henry marries Sally, a woman with a dominating personality. He quickly finds he can't satisfy her, and in her frustration she turns to her mother, who knows how to feminize men. Before long Henry is a panty-wearing sissy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Reluctant Mind Control Hypnosis Slavery Gay TransGender CrossDressing Cheating Wimp Husband Cuckold BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Spanking Humiliation Voyeurism Transformation
When we last saw poor Henrietta, the poor sissy boy was spread eagled on his wife Sally's bed, and he was tied by his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Sally was trying an experiment: she had her new boyfriend Joe Dugan sitting bare-chested on the bed and running his hand along the inside of Henrietta's thigh, causing Henrietta's wee little dicky to stand up like a toy soldier.
"Look at him," Sally said, laughing loudly. "He can't help getting hard for you, Joe."
"No, stop!" Henrietta said, squirming against her restraints. "Stop trying to turn me into a pansy. I'm a man, darn it! I like women!"
"Do you?" Joe said, moving his hand up to Henrietta's panty bulge, which was pulling on his baby blue panties like a tent pole.
Henrietta squirmed some more. "Stop that!" he said. "Don't come any closer, or I'll..."
"You'll what?" Sally said. "You'll come? Go ahead, Joe, stroke him. Let's see if he comes."
Joe moved his hand up Henrietta's bulging panties till he found the head of Henrietta's now throbbing dick, and he gave it just the teeniest pinch, just the smallest squeeze with his big thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, my Lord!" Henrietta said, moaning and writhing. "Please stop. Please, oh, I don't know what I'll do if you --"
Just then Joe gave the little pricklet another squeeze, and that was all poor Henrietta could stand.
"Oh, OH, ohmigod!" Henrietta screamed. Yes, he screamed like a little girl, bucking his ass and writhing like he had an electric current running through him. "Oh, God!!!!" he screamed, his voice ratcheting higher than it had ever been, as his sissy juice squirted like a gusher, wetting his panties with sticky cum. He couldn't help himself; he was screaming in sluttish ecstasy at the touch of Joe's hand. Henrietta was bucking like a wild horse, making girly noises like a bimbo in heat, and he abandoned himself to the passion.
Joe and Sally got a good laugh from this. As Henrietta writhed in passion he heard them laughing at his girlish ecstasy, and when the cum juice had all spurted, when he was laying on the bed in exhaustion, their laughter still rung in his ears.
"He's a girl now," Sally said. "Did you hear how high-pitched his voice got? He sounded like a teenage girl at a Justin Bieber concert. God, I think he could have shattered glass with that voice."
Henrietta was ashamed of what his body had done. He had always thought of himself as a red-blooded man, somebody who could handle any woman, but now he had to admit that his dick had gone wild at the touch of a man. He turned his face away in shame, and a sissy tear rolled down his cheek.
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