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THE SPIDER QUEENI first saw her in a bar, or a sort of bar attached to a gallery. I wasactually showing at that same gallery, although my work was not up thatevening, but I was sitting at the bar holding court, drinking a little toomuch, when I saw her walk by. She was extraordinary, maybe 40 years old, orolder, with the curves of an Italian movie goddess, a dark pile of hair,flashing eyes, ruby red lips, and the grace of a very hungry tiger. But mostextraordinary was her outfit, a flimsy transparent dress of black lace over abodystocking that hugged her every curve, and the bodystocking had thiswonderful texture, like it was knit onto her body. It really looked morelike a sweater than a nylon stocking, it was grey and a bit fuzzy, with theweave stretching to the almost transparent around her buxom chest and fullhips. I felt my penis stir – she had something about her that touched all ofmy strange fetishes at once, and I had a few.I had to follow her, to watch her body move under that soft sensual covering.And of course she noticed me, she waited for me to catch up to her, and as Istared mesmerized at her breasts clothed in this sensual grey mist, shespoke.”Can I help you?”Her voice was deep, and her accent foreign. I stammered my way up to hereyes, and looking into those coal black eyes I said the only thing I couldthink to say, “What are you wearing?”She laughed and brushed my question aside, as if to say, what this littlething.Then she reached out and took my hand and ran it along the edge of herbodystocking and I felt the warmth of it, the softness. My cock hardened inmy pants.She held onto my hand, and looked at me carefully as if to appraiseme. I felt my temperature rising. Then she leaned across to whisper in myear, “Why don’t jyou come with me and I will let you try this on…”Twenty dizzying minutes passed and I was being led into her house, somewhereoutside of town, surrounded by woods and old money and the night sky. Shehad maintained some form of contact with me for the entire journey and nowshe led me by the hand through her house, up her stairs, and into herbedroom. Everything had a quiet elegance, everything looked as old as time,and everything slept perfectly in the shrouded rooms of the house.She finally released me in her bedroom, and asked me to take off my clotheswhile she changed. My mind was clouded as I undressed, I could not evenunderstand how she knew me for a cross dresser, or how she had led me herelike a zombie. Or for that matter why I was taking off my clothes withoutso much as a question. I stood naked in front of her canopy bed. Shereturned in a long robe which covered her completely. I was a bitdisappointed but then she held out in front of her a long grey swath offabric, her bodystocking, and she said, “Put this on.”I held it in my hands, the soft fabric clinging to my skin, then slowlyslipped my legs through the wide neck, and down, down through the legholes.The fabric was like wool but much softer, like angora but impossibly fine,and clingy, it stuck to my form as I pulled it up my body. It fit like asecond skin. The sleeves were long, all the way to my fingertips. I ran myhands over my body, feeling the warmth of the bodysuit in my crotch andthighs. I looked in an antique mirror in the corner. The neck, which I hadthought was a broad, shoulder length hole was now much narrower, close tobeing tight around my neck. I wondered briefly how I got into the bodysuit,but then SHE was next to me, running her thick, sharp fingernails over mywoolen skin, drawing circles of goosebumps over my skin.”Jyou look good in that. Very good.”She ran her fingers over my crotch, and my penis stiffened, pulsed, strainedagainst the fabric.”And jyou like wearing it. Don’t you?”I nodded. She let her robe swing open, and she was naked.”Too bad you don’t have some of these…” , she said as she lifted her breastup and smiled at me. Her breasts were big, and without a bra they hung downslightly. In fact Çankaya Rus Escort her body looked older, still attractive, but older, a bitless buoyant than she had looked in the bodysuit. She patted her hips andtraced her fingers along mine. She kept pacing around me, in smallercircles, her robe flapping around her. I watched her thick, bushy pubic moundas she ran her fingers around my neck. The suit had begun to feel a bittight. I reached out to touch her, maybe to feel those breasts in my hands,but the sleeves had slipped down over my fingers now, and I struggled to pullmy hands free.Then she was behind me, and whispering in my ear soft foreign words, hertongue rasping gently in and out of my ear hole. I closed my eyes, feelingthe desire creep over my entire body. She began to kiss at my neck and myarms dropped to my sides, my breathing deepened. She had me. I was hers.Her kisses became stronger, rougher. My knees felt weak. She ran her armsaround me, her cool flesh penetrating the weave of the bodysuit, then coveredmy eyes, my face with her hand. It smelled like old wool and camphor, smellsthat I found intoxicating. I kissed those fingers, and tried to raise myarms to touch her, but the sleeves had some how become caught on the fabricof the bodysuit, and I could not raise them. I tried but they were fast atmy sides, and I did not want to tear the suit, the suit that felt so close tomy skin, I could feel it on my neck, in the crack of my ass, wrapped aroundmy toes.Her kisses became more insistent , and I rolled my head to the side, to giveher my neck, breathing in the smell of her fingers. And then she bit me. Itfelt like passion at first, and at last, but some where in the middle Ipanicked and tried to wrench free from her grip. But her arms were hardaround my shoulders, and she sucked determinedly at my neck; I felt the skinbreak. I moaned. She keened a triumphant sound as I twisted in her grasp.Her hand at my face felt cloying now, almost like she were made of the samefabric, and I screamed a muffled scream. I felt like I was cumming.Then she released me. And I fell away from her, crumpling on the floor. Myarms remained at my sides. I twisted my body around until I could see her.She had flung off her robe, and stood grinning above me, small sharp teeth,something red on her lips, she was all blurry, like a dream. I tried tofocus on her but I could not, something was running through my body like ahallucinogenic train. Then she stooped down and LIFTED me by my shoulderuntil I was standing again. She showed me to the mirror and I saw through ahazy mist that the bodysuit had covered my neck, and my face where her handhad been, and as I watched it sealed itself around my head. My sleevesseemed to be knit to my sides. I twisted in horror at my image. Somethingwet and sticky hardened at my neck. I moaned again, I thought Vampire, Ifelt a shock of euphoria as something ran up and down my spine. When I turned around she looked terrifying, a mass of black hair flying abouther shoulders, her red and white smile.She said, “Run.”I ran, twisting my body trying to keep my balance, and I heard her behind melaughing.The grey cloth around my face made breathing difficult and seeing eventrickier, so I turned down corridors blindly, ran into rooms and throughdoors. Always she was right behind me, or in front of me, laughing at myhelplessness. My heart raced, and what ever was inside of me was pumpedthrough my bloodstream on a wave of fear and adrenaline. And desire,because no matter how much fear, I felt I was still in the grips of thissexual euphoria.Finally I ran into this small dark room, a room without windows, orfurniture, just some sort of grey rug on the floor. It was a dead end, andwhen I turned around, she was there, laughing. I whimpered and backed awayfrom her. She spoke again in that foreign tongue. Then I felt my feet goout from under me as I Keçiören Rus Escort stepped in a hole cut in the floor. The rug, whichlooked alot like the same cloth that the bodysuit was made out of, had beenstretched tight over the pit, a circle maybe six feet in diameter. As I fellI saw the rug leap off the floor, stretched taught with my weight. Then itfolded in around me, and I only fell a few meters before the entire bundlejerked to a stop. I was dangling in a stretchey knit sack, the top of whichhad drawn close, like a drawstring on a pouch. It was tight fit and I wasstill standing in the slowly swinging pouch, the darkness closing in aroundme. Something about the fabric felt wet and cloying, like wearing a wetsweater. Just before I blacked out I heard her laughing again, and even herlaugh sent that strange euphoria flooding through my body.It was the sensation of falling which awoke me much later. I was stillcaught in the pouch of grey material, it was thicker and tighter if anything,and beneath these folds of fabric I felt wet and sticky, covered in my ownjuices. I struggled briefly in the darkness but I knew I could not move. Ialso knew some how that I had been asleep for days, not just hours. My bodyached with stiffness, and for a second I was overcome with claustrophobia.But the bag suddenly jerked, and I realized I was being lowered, maybe I wasbeing freed. My feet touched ground, and I felt the weight of the bag around me as I waslowered to a horizontal position on a cold floor. Then hands were tearingaway the grey fabric, peeling it away from me, and I writhed like a larvatrying to help. Finally my face was free, and then my head, and then someoneincredibly strong tore the bag away from my body. I breathed deeply, myvision bleary. I knew there were alot of people around me, mostly femalefrom the sounds of their little exclamations. I moved my arms tentativelyaway from the cloying fabric. They all oohed. I fought the fog in my head,trying to remember what had happened. Something felt different, wrong. Iran my fingers briefly over my hips and felt a strange smoothness, aroundness. THEN I was helped to my feet and felt the weight on my chest. Istood up on my on, opening my eyes, brushing the cobwebs away from my face.Everyone ooohed again. I felt my body, knowing suddenly what had happened.My breasts stood a good four inches out from my body, small handfuls offlesh. I felt the smooth roundness of my hips, my ribcage felt smaller,tighter. I felt my crotch. Only a mound of hair, a thick mound of hair, andnothing else. No penis. The room spun. I blacked out again to the fainttittering noises of the women around me.When I awoke moments later the women were picking the last vestiges of thegrey webbing from my body. They surrounded me, hung over me, a dozenbeautiful women, all different ages and races, all half dressed in cheaplingerie, flowery robes and tacky bra sets. One girl, her skin was the colorof toffee, was bent over my chest, bathing me roughly with a sponge. She hadon nothing but a cheap white sweater that was easily two sizes too small. Iwatched her breasts move under the fabric, her dark nipples visible throughthe weave of the knit, and I felt something stir inside of me. My old lust,my male lust. Something remained of that at least. But where was my penis?What was I feeling?I pushed the women away and sat up, the blood rushing to my head. I feltdesperately at my crotch, looking for some vestige of my maleness. The womenfluttered around me, giggling at my desperation. I shouted obscenities, andmy voice was strange and unfamiliar.And then SHE was there. My tormentor. My captor. Even though I hated andfeared her, the first sight of her sent a spike of desire through me. Thewomen quieted around me, and I scrambled backwards, trying to escape her darkgaze. She was even more beautiful than the first time I had seen her, myqueen, Etimesgut Rus Escort dressed now in leather boots and a black corset. I stared at her asshe approached me, her eyes flashing green and white. Then she was on top ofme, pinning my arms to my sides. And she smiled, and I saw her sharp pointedteeth, and she ran her engorged pink tongue along them, drawing blood all theway along the top row of diamonds. And then she kissed me, hard, and hertongue was in my mouth and I tasted her blood. I t was white hot and sweet,like the coldest ice, and I sucked on her thick tongue, suddenly wanting somuch more.The second wave of desire hit me as she kissed my nipples, and fondled mybreasts. By the time she reached my groin I was in ecstasy, writhing in thegrips of an orgasm. The heat poured out from my body, and like a wave thewomen around me melted into piles of limbs and tongues and nipples and cunts.The entire scene rippled in sweat and body heat, and then I shut my eyes asSHE, my queen, fucked me with her tongue, in and out, flicking the rough edgeacross what might have been my penis but was now a small bud of pleasure.And once again I passed out, with my queen’s blood running through me.The next few days were slightly uncomfortable. I was awake, but my body achedwith the continuous change that the Queen had worked on me. Almost as Iwatched my breasts grew, bigger and bigger, until they were like tautballoons standing out from my body. I had no way to measure them, except mylong fingers could not have stretched all the way around them. And my curvesgrew more pronounced, my hair grew matted and wild, blond on my head, brownat my crotch. I was becoming more and more a beautiful women, a tall, leggyblonde. With little else on my mind except sex. My roommates were the sameway, and conceivably they had all come here the same way I had, but we nevertalked about it. We fought, over the small pile of clothes and the blankets,and over girlfriends, as each night brought a sexual orgy of limbs andtongues. All we wanted was to satisfy the cravings inside of us all, and wesearched each others’ bodies for some relief.Finally the pain of the change diminished, and I comforted myself in dressingas best as I could, in pantyhose only if that was all I could find. TheQueen returned every few days and checked on us, brought us presents, spoketo us in an old tongue. She was never so close to me as she had been, shenever really touched me again, but I yearned for her. Finally she agreed togive me another chance to wear the grey bodystocking, or another one,identical to the first – soft grey wool flowing over my new found curves,holding me tight in every place I could imagine. The other girls werejealous, they tried to tear it off me, but I held on to the sensual garmentfor as long as I could, wearing it even when it was full of holes.And then the day came, the day we had all been created for. The queenreturned and told us her son was arriving soon and would choose a mate fromamong us. That is what we were there for, to be mated to the queen’s son.She smiled at all of us, told us to look our best, even passed out smalltubes of red lipstick for our lips and nipples.When he arrived three of the girls fainted from desire. HE was beautiful, athick sleek body topped by gentle blond curls, a face tanned but unlined, andeyes the color of the night sky. He walked in wearing only a pair of linenpants, and his excitement was plain to see through the fabric at his crotch.He made his way among us, touching one girl here, pulling on this one’slingerie. I ached with desire, wanting nothing more than to be his slave.But he chose another, the toffee colored girl whose sweatered breasts hadcaused me such tribulations. And then he left with her.But she did not last. He returned in three days and picked another. We didnot wonder what had happened, we only hoped he would choose one of us now,and take us, quickly and violently. We moaned as he passed, rolling ourbodies like a****ls presenting their sex. Three more days and he returnedagain, taking this time the largest woman among us, an Amazon from somesouthern country. But he might come back again. I only hope that in a fewdays time he comes back again. And chooses me. I would feel him on me, notthe limpid tongues of my fellow changelings, but his hands, his tongue, histeeth…END

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