2 comments/ 70653 views/ 19 favorites Ed's Forced Feminisation Ch. 01 By: lustinlace Behind an overly large glass desk sat Mr. Yeing. A wrinkled, oriental looking man, with his eyes and hairline showing all the typical signs of old age. The afternoon sun shone across the office and cast him for a moment into a long shadow. His light grey suit reflecting the beams. Next to, and standing emotionless behind him, was Ms. Wu. A woman in her late 20s and dressed equally as formal. Her spotless white suit hugging her slim body tightly as she stood waiting patiently. As Mr. Yeing began to speak a stream of smoke began to puff up from the desk and pull the sunlight with it. His speech was thick with a Chinese accent, and full of long pauses that only added to the seriousness of his words. He took another long drag from his cigar. "Mr. Green." Mr. Yeing then paused until he had everyone's attention. Mr. Green sat sweating on a leather chair placed centrally in the room. Other than Mr. Yeing and his secretary, he could see two other men out the edge of his vision. He shifted in the chair as best as he could to gain some kind of composure. The legs of his trouser were rolled up to the knee leaving his calves bare, and his arMs. though still covered by his blue shirt were firmly tied by a rope behind him. He began flustered, and his words rattled from his mouth quickly. "Sir.. Mr.. Mr. Yeing. Look. It is.. " Mr. Green swallowed, feeling the sweat drip across his forehead and pool against his shirt. "Its.. All stocks go up as well as down Mr. Yeing. No one knew that Clint Mining was going to take the dive that it did. I.." His words were cut off with the raise of Mr. Yeing's hand. "Do you think, Mr. Green, that I give a.. How do you say in England?" He looked back at Ms. Wu for assistance. Ms. Wu, paying attention to the scene, bowed her head slightly to Mr. Yeing before giving him the words he was looking for. "A flying fuck." She spoke with little accent, and in any other situation her words would have caused Mr. Green to laugh. Those words such a contrast to her prim appearance. The raised head and narrow chin, her sharp red lipstick and neatly cut fringe all added to give her a look of someone keen on etiquette and the impression of a woman who never swore. "Yes." His gaze turned back to Mr. Green as he spoke, and between a puff of his cigar he continued enthusiastically. "Thank you Ms. Wu. So, Mr. Green, do you think I give a flying fuck about what happened to your company? We gave you the half a million of English pounds as an investment. We trusted you Mr. Green." Mr. Green started to speak again, his eyes immediately lowed to the floor. "Look I.." Without a care for what the investment manager was about to say, Mr. Yeing continued. "Where is our money Mr. Green?" "The.. the .. Clint Mining didn't completely collapse you.. you still have some of the money invested. This.." Again Mr. Yeing spoke stopping Ed from finishing a sentence. His voice now a little impatient with the young man's stuttering and whimpering. "From my sources there are 9,000 English pounds left in your holdings of Clint Mining. That's quite a significant loss don't you think Mr. Green? That kind of money just doesn't disappear from me in two days. I don't care what excuses you come up with. I don't give a flying fuck what happened to it, I just can't let that kind of money disappear." Mr. Yeing puffed on his cigar again, long and slow, letting Ed sit and sweat under his gaze. Part of him enjoyed this bit of his business the most. Mr. Edward Green was 28. A slim, healthy and reasonably attractive looking man, considering the amount of work and partying he did. His medium length dark brown hair normally fashionably styled was now clung to the sweat on his brow. He met Mr. Yeing through a friend as a favour. A huge foreign investment opportunity that would look good on his profile due to the large suMs. that were being discussed. He shifted again in the chair, his trousers sticking. They're fucking crazy he thought. Mr. Yeing smiled a slow fake smile. "Mr. Green. You have a number of choices as I see it. You either tell us where the money is that you took from us, or my associate Mr. Gan is going to use that crow bar that he's holding and make a mess of your legs." If Ed wasn't panicking now, if he thought that there was some hope that he could talk his way out of this, then that idea just disappeared in an instant. "Look. The money was all legally handled. The stock fell. You.. you can wait. Perhaps in a few years the stocks will go up again. Civil war doesn't last long." At this point Mr. Yeing laughed a high pitched cackle of a laugh that caused Mr. Gan and Mr. Lon to join in. "You shouldn't make jokes Mr. Green. Not in your predicament." Mr. Yeing paused for a moment before continuing. "I tell you what, Englishman, I am going to be nice today as I can see that you're new to being a thief. I make you a third choice. I will hold Mr. Gan back from what he does best and instead I will arrange that you wake up tomorrow morning by the sound of police knocking at your apartment door." Another long pause causing Ed's mind to panic as well as to let Mr. Yeing finish his cigar. "They'll have enough reason to force their way in to your home. They'll find you and your bed covered in blood. Not your blood Mr. Green, but the blood of a dismembered woman that you were trying to hide in the freezer. They will find a knife, and they will find 9,000 English pounds worth of heroin in small packets lying about your home. Well, minus the amount that will be in your blood and in woman you killed." Mr. Yeing smiled again, almost laughing as he got into the flow of things. Ed swallowed audibly and at this point wasn't too sure if he had began to piss himself. "So, Mr.. Green.. What will it be? And I don't have long to sit here listening to all your shitty excuses." Ed's heart was pounding and his head felt light as if the air became thicker. Until this point Mr. Lon hadn't uttered a word, and simply stood leaning against a book shelf, so when he did speak, his camp voice came as a welcoming break to the silence. His words however were directed at Mr. Yeing and in a language Ed assumed must have been Mandarin. The exchange of phrases between the two of them went on for a little while, and with Mr. Lon surprisingly appearing to have the upper hand in the argument. Mr. Yeing looked a little frustrated, but whatever the argument, Mr. Lon returned back to his silent posture, and Mr. Yeing faced Ed again. He resumed in English. "Mr. Green. It's your lucky day. Mr. Lon has offered you a fourth option." His words didn't try and hide his annoyance. "He has, let us say, taken a liking to you and as a result is interested in spending some personal time with you. How can I say this? Mr. Lon likes small men. And, thankfully for you Mr. Green, you are of a good height in the eyes of Mr. Lon." Ed swallowed, his head still scrabbling for any sane line of reality that he could get hold of. What does he mean by liking short men? He tried to shout out but his voice wouldn't let him. "What the fuck are you nutters going on about? What's wrong with being short? Is this a fucking dream? Some sick joke?" For sometime Ed tried to concentrate on how he got here, how he ended up here. Did he take some drugs? "Mr. Green! Stay with us. I don't have long. If you don't help close this mess quickly I will ask Ms. Wu to decide for you." Mr. Yeing smiled a fake grin again. Ms. Wu remained emotionless. Ed looked to his side and saw Mr. Lon wink back . He was a plump, but well-built man in his mid 40s, and no doubt the largest person in the room. His round pale face a contrast to the bright purple suit that pulled snugly around his waist. He moved a velvet sleeve up his wrist and glanced at his watch before saying a couple of words to Mr. Yeing. Mr. Yeing nodded before relaying the message. "Mr. Lon would expect you at his hotel for 9. So Mr. Green. Your choice please." Ed's vision blurred a little as his blood throbbed behind his eyes. He glanced to the crowbar leaning against Mr. Gan's leg, before staring vacantly out of the window. He watched the window slowly narrow, become darker and morph into the iron bars of a prison cell. His hallucination only lasted a couple of seconds before a bird caught his eye as it flew close to the glass, but the fear of pain and imprisonment remained. As the bird flew across the sky his mind drifted a little with it. He then spoke with a distant voice, feeling his head float out of the room. "Mr. .. Mr. Lon's offer." Mr. Yeing nodded formally as if concluding a weekly meeting and beckoned Mr. Wu to deal with the details. "Until tomorrow Mr. Green." Ed looked a little aghast. The blood now leaving his face just as quickly. "Tomorrow?" At this point Mr. Yeing had turned his chair to face the window and had a phone handset pressed against his ear. Ms. Wu stepped forward and spoke in his place. "The kind offer from Mr. Lon has only postponed the business of returning the money you owe." Ms. Wu pulled a business card from her folder and placed it on top of Ed's wallet that lay on the corner of the desk. "You will find details of Mr. Lon's hotel on the business card. He expects you at 9pm." At this point Mr. Lon said a couple of words to Ms. Wu, smiled widely to Ed and walked out of the office. Ms. Wu then continued. "If you fail to meet Mr. Lon this evening, or Mr. Lon is unsatisfied with you, then you will be shown no further kindness for the outstanding business you have with Mr. Yeing. We hope this is clearly understood." Ed felt his arMs. begin to slacken and his bonds loosen. He quickly rubbed his wrists and on hearing Mr. Gan leave he quickly stood. Then, as quickly as he stood, his vision faded and he suddenly fell down again. Ms. Wu watched Ed emotionless as he stood, and stumbled back in to the chair. She continued giving him the details. "A taxi will be waiting for you in the lobby in 5 minutes." Ms. Wu detailed. "The same driver will pick you up tomorrow at the same time, and from your apartment." Ms. Wu then waited blankly for any questions, staring at Ed as if he wasn't human. After a minute or two she repeated. "Mr. Green. Your car will be waiting down stairs. Please do not make me call security." "Who are these people?" Ed thought to himself. "Who the fuck are these people?" Sensing the seriousness of Ms. Wu's glare he steadied himself, and collected his wallet and card. He then turned, and walked hesitantly out of the office. Ms. Wu shut and then locked the office door behind him. There wasn't much of a direction to exit, but the lift was in view and so when it opened he stepped in. A porter was heading down at the same time, and after glancing curiously at Ed's rolled up suit trousers, he pressed a button for the ground floor. After a good few minutes the lift door pinged open and he stuttered into the lobby. A man at the desk motioned him over and after confirming his name, realised that Ed wasn't all with it, and much like treating a frail elderly lady the receptionist guided Ed through the doors and into the car. Ed was startled back to reality as his girlfriend placed a heavy plate of food on the dining table in front of him with a loud thump. His eyes suddenly returned and he focused on his girlfriend as her words slowly formed into something he understood. "Ed! Are you alright? I asked you how your day was." All he could muster was. "Terrible." "I can see that. What's with the trousers rolled up? You on the drugs?" Sally looked a little concerned and gazed deep into Ed's face trying to read his state of mind. Ed slowly ate his dinner over the next hour or so and chatted vacantly with Sally as he relived his day. He substituted the threats of prison and violence with details of business processes and arguments. He thought about confiding in his girlfriend, the person who he had trusted and shared everything with over the past 9 years. It was either his disbelief in the absurd situation he was facing, or in his misplaced confidence that he could sort all this out, that stopped him for telling her the truth. He wondered whether they'd go for Sally if he didn't do as they said, and then he knew for certain that they would. They were fucking crazy. He considered the police, taking Sally and himself into hiding, but what if they knew the police? Could they stitch him up for some murder? His thoughts followed a cycle of panic, resolution, and calculation. It had just gone 8 when he left the house and entered the taxi for his late night 'meeting'. When he left to meet Mr. Lon. He hadn't showered, changed or bothered to iron the wrinkles out of his sweaty suit that had spent half of the day either rolled up in a pile on the floor, or rolled up his legs. He had no desire for Mr. Lon to like him any more than he needed to. He tucked his work folder under his arm for show. The taxi pulled up outside a grand 30 floor hotel. Red carpet and double revolving doors led him to a huge lobby area with a piano being played in one corner. Ed walked up to the reception, and though he was 15 minutes early he spoke to the receptionist, reading from the business card Ms. Wu had given him. "Mr. Bai Lon, please." The receptionist smiled politely and handed him an envelope. "Mr. Lon asked me to give you this." A little confused Ed thanked the woman and stepped back out of the queue to open the letter. Inside was a beautifully written note and a hotel key. It read; ~ Dear Mr. Green, Please find enclosed a key to hotel room number 421. You are to make your way to the room and change into the clothes you find lying on the bed. You are to leave everything else that you came with you on the bed in its place. Once ready you are to go to room 910. Mr. Lon is expecting you no later than 10pm. Ms. Wu. On behalf of Mr. Bai Lon ~ Ed took the key out of the envelope and muttered "Fuck!" to himself. "Fuck." He repeated. For a moment, only for a brief moment he felt like someone in a spy movie and he liked it. However the reasons, motive, and the purpose of the imminent meeting made the queasiness quickly return. "Fuck!" He said again loudly enough to catch the ears of the people around him. He walked to the lift and headed up to floor 4. He had plenty of time until 10pm, but part of him was curious about what was in room 421. And knowing that Mr. Lon was unlikely to be in 421 he wondered whether Ms. Wu would be. She must be somewhere here Ed thought. The letter was addressed from her. He wondered whether her shapely arse would be bent over the bed. Whether her seemed stockings would be stretched over her long legs and her feet pressed into a pair of ridiculously high heels. He felt his cock shift as he imagined gripping a tuft of her hair and aggressively push his balls against her pussy. He relaxed a little at the thought, if not for the distraction then for the feeling of re-assuring his heterosexuality. As he entered room 421, it didn't take him long to find the bed and the clothes all neatly lined up on it. Ms. Wu was no where in sight. "Fuck," is all Ed could manage for a moment as his heart thumped against his chest whilst he stood there trying to breathe. Lying on the bed was a pair of stockings similar to those that he had not moments ago fantasised sliding down Ms. Wu's legs. Next to them was a black suspender belt and matching lace knickers. Taking up most of the bed however was a large white presentation box, and next to that a bright pink bag. In front of the bed were two pairs of shoes. Ed presumed that they were of varying sizes as other than that they looked identical. Each with a couple of inch high heels and made from a black patent leather. Ed opened the white box with a pair of sweaty hands and sensation of dread. Inside, under layers of tissue paper lay a short black dress that he picked up let hang in front of him for a moment. "Jeeez fucking. What the fucking!" At that realisation of what he was expected to wear, he dropped the dress and picked up his phone. With shaking hands Ed began to dial his girlfriend's phone number before stopping, his finger hovering over the dial button. He then cancelled it and started tapping in a number for the police. For a second he stared at the phone swore loudly and threw it on the bed. "Fuck!" The small pink bag brought no relief to Ed, who by now was drained of emotion and energy. He felt himself sink into the floor, feeling the weight around him pull him down. Ed opened the small zip and emptied the contents out onto the bed. An electric and wet razor lay there along side a black tube and a folded piece of paper. He noted that the razors were pink and overly girly. The wet razor identical to what his girlfriend used. The note had a hastily written scrawl that could only have been Mr. Lon's writing. It read, "Shave all but the hair on your head." Ed then held the black tube up, and discovered that it was a deep red coloured lipstick. A clock on the wall above the bed read 9:30 and he realised that he'd been standing there for half an hour, simply staring vacantly, trying to get out of this mess. Despite that time was running out, he didn't feel the need to rush anything, or the need to take much care of how he would appear. None-the-less he unzipped his suit and after a few moments of undressing he stood there naked in front of the bed, between two piles of clothes. One pile, his dark grey work suit, his normal life, and another pile, this fucked up thing that he'd been forced into. With some effort he mentally moved to the new clothes and in picking up the razors he headed into the small bathroom. With the dry razor he began to remove all hair from his body. Not until he had finished did he realise the strange sensation caused by the lack of hair, and how acutely aware he was of everything that touched his now smooth skin. If it wasn't for the predicament he was in, he might have enjoyed the feeling. Stepping into the shower he then continued to work over his body with the wet razor and a bar of soap that lie in the cubicle. It again, was an extremely odd sensation. He felt the water rush over him, down his groin, and over his limp cock like a waterfall, with nothing to resist it. As Ed patted himself dry his heart raced loudly in his chest, suddenly aware that the time was approaching. He let out a loud shout of "Shit" to stop himself falling into the same confused stupor that he'd spent most of the afternoon in. Before putting the towel back he glanced at himself in the mirror. Ed saw a young and handsome man. One whose eyes were tired and face blotched with stress. A terrified boy hidden somewhere. He was indeed shorter than average, but Ed didn't think he wasn't particular short. With shoes he felt a confident 5 foot 9 and was happy with it. All that was missing from the man standing back was his hair. As he stood in the bedroom he wondered for a moment where to start, and how this was all supposed to fit. He pictured his girlfriend getting undressed in their apartment, and for a brief moment saw Sally become Ms. Wu. He didn't try to stop the vision of the Chinese woman's arse appear in hi groin and replace his wife's. He wanted assurance of the sexuality he was used to, and wasn't overly concerned of the feeling of being unfaithful. With the now familiar drift into a daze he snapped himself out of it and sat on the side of the bed. With his naked, hairless, smooth legs stretched out before him he pulled each stocking up over his legs and was surprised how easily they both slid up to his thighs and how snugly they felt. By now Ms. Wu's tits were jiggling in front of his mind. Her soft breasts were seen spilling out of a low tank top and his face was nestled into them. He smiled a little trying to keep Ms. Wu in his attention whilst he fumbled with the suspender belt and fasteners. He imagined for a second that he was Ms. Wu and that a pair of large tits were jiggling on his chest. He laughed and pulled Ms. Wu back where she should be, her face in his groin. Ed's Forced Feminisation Ch. 01 Once the stockings were attached, he pulled on the knickers and noticed how badly they fitted. With a new found resolution to get this over and done with, he decided he didn't care and quickly stood. Ed pulled the dress over his head like a t-shirt and shuffled it down passed his waist and over his arse. Of all the things he had done so far that was the strangest. To wear something that fit so snugly and that finished just above the knee. He stood, half feeling that he was missing the trousers to go with the shirt. He looked down at his smooth legs that were covered in stockings and though technically dressed, felt very naked. The top of the dress hung high, close to his neck, and the sleeves ruffled over his shoulders, finishing part way down his arm. It strangely hid many of the parts that would have shown he wasn't a girl, such as his non-existent cleavage, and narrowed his already narrow shoulders. Everything was tight, yet moved and shifted closely around him. For a second he was aroused by the feeling, until he willed Ms. Wu to re-enter his mind. This time she was between his knees and was justifying his hardening cock. The clock showed 10 minutes to go and his heart thumped again. Not for his nervousness but from his fear of displeasing Mr. Lon. He quickly pulled one pair shoes and found they fitted perfectly, almost wonderfully. He then grabbed the lipstick and tottered to the mirror. Ed reached out, holding onto the dresser, and realised, that in front of the mirror was a wig stand and a dark haired wig sitting on top. "Jeez!" Is all Ed could say, and he quickly grabbed it and slid it over his short hair. For a moment he didn't dare look at himself fully and bringing his face up close so that he didn't have to take the whole mess in. He concentrated on his lips, putting the lipstick on as quickly as he could. Knowing that he was done he raced out of the room, leaving everything behind and let the door lock shut. Now he was there in the hall way, standing in a pair of 2 inch patent black leather heels, stockings tight up his smooth legs and fastened to his suspender belt. Lace knickers failed to hide his bulge and a slim fitting black mini-dress covered his body. His face was framed by a black shoulder length wig, and his lips stood out to the world with a deep red glow. He spoke to himself, "Jees. What the fuck are you doing Ed?" With only minutes to go and with no wish to hang around until he was spotted, Ed tottered across the carpet to the lift and headed to floor 9. As Ed stepped into the lift he was immediately confronted with a full length reflection of himself. "I.." He started to speak as if the person he saw wasn't him. He started to think that if it wasn't for his face, he'd be passable. Due to some innate vanity he straightened his wig a little, pushing one side behind his ear and let the thick curls fall behind his chin and then rest half way down his neck. He looked at this flat chested short girl with poor make-up skills stare back. He glanced at her long stocking covered legs and he wanted to touch them. For a rare moment he smiled and ran his hand down his own leg. Ed felt up the girl in the reflection and he was turned on. She had no tits, but was slim and that dress made her look hot. Ed imagined lifting up that dress and having a grope. Just as his cock was coming to life he heard the lift ping and he suddenly realised what he was doing. Thankfully it was his floor and wasn't about to find some stranger step into his lift. Poking his head out a little, he glanced around to see if the coast was clear and then subconsciously tucked his now long hair back behind his ear. Once sure the hall was clear, he decided on the direction to walk and then stepped as fast as he could in the 2 inch heels towards room 910. He took little steps, each making a loud clack on the tiled hall of this floor. Each stride bringing the dress up each against one thigh and then gently fall down against the other. He felt the stockings pull against the suspender belt as he tottered along in heels. "I'm wearing fucking heels!" He said to himself. After he passed a couple of doors he stood staring at the gold numbers of room 910. His feet together, slipped into a pair of heels, of high heeled shoes. The kind of shoes Ms. Wu might were he thought. Mr. Ed Green then swallowed, and knocked on the door. Mr. Lon pulled open the door slowly, and stood with an overly camp posture, one hand resting on his hip. "Good evening Mr. Green." It was the first time he had heard Mr. Lon speak in English and like Mr. Yeing's, it was thick with a Chinese accent. "Or should I say, Miss Green?" Mr. Lon then playfully sniggered as he touched Ed's chin. "Come in. Come in." Mr. Lon waltzed into his huge apartment, dressed only in a dark red robe and beckoned Ed to follow. "Drink?" Ed swallowed and tried to walk as confident as he could. "Yes.. " He started to say, before adding. "Please Mr. Lon." "Oh.. you can call me Sir." Mr. Lon was pouring himself a glass of something white and sparkling. For a moment Ed forgot where he was, and how he was dressed. "You will be called... " Mr. Lon's language changed to Mandarin as he thought out loud. He finished the sentence in English. "Yes, your name will be Niu. Understood?" Mr. Lon then laughed, more of a dramatic over the top, forced laugh then anything that could come naturally. Ed nodded, unsure of how he should respond and just stood there. Mr. Lon repeated. "Come. Come." And then handed Ed a glass of sparkling wine. "So.. your first time?" Mr. Lon made himself comfortable on the sofa and beckoned him over. Ed took the glass of wine and drank half of it in one go before nodding in response. "Yes.. Sir." He tottered over as he spoke and began to sit next to Mr. Lon on the sofa. As he did so Mr. Lon stopped him. "Oh no Niu." He spoke with a mocking authority and pointed to the floor. "Kneel." As he watched Ed come closer he widened his legs, letting his robe intentionally fall to the side. This wasn't going to be a romantic date of simple hand holding and poetry readings that he had hoped for. On the plus side this might be over and done with quickly. Ed finished the remainder of the glass and left it on a side table before he stepped closer. His mouth fell open and his face turned pale as he realised Mr. Lon was naked. His cock now visible along with the underside of his hairy belly that poked through the robe. With a dry swallow, Ed did what was asked of him and knelt between Mr. Lon's legs. "Don't be shy Niu. It's only freaky the first time!" Mr. Lon laughed loud and this time it was genuine. "Well, what are you waiting for? You don't have all day." He then leaned back on the sofa and pulled his robe to the side to reveal his round belly and curled hair leading up to his chest. His cock was limp, of average length and just rested there over his hairy balls. Ed was now kneeling between his dominant's legs staring at a cock. He swallowed again and looked up at Mr. Lon. "Do I need to remind you of your situation, Niu? Do I need to tell Mr. Yeing what a disappointing girl you've been?" Mr. Lon took a swig from his half full glass and continued. Just before Ed began to envision what would happen if he didn't get this evening over with, Mr. Lon suddenly changed his expression and continued. "You were made for that dress Niu. Such a sexy piece of meat in those heels. I can see the way you walked over here that you were born to be a girl, so don't play coy with me, flashing your long sexy legs at me. Kneeling between my legs and giving me those eyes!" Mr. Lon feigned a flirt and placed his finger tips to hide his lips. "Shame to have to let Mr. Gan have his way with you instead of me. Don't you think Niu?" With the mention of Mr. Gan he remember the crow-bar. His eyes gazed back at Mr. Lon's cock, and up his hairy leg. As Ed swallowed he moved a hand towards Mr. Lon's cock and held it limply in his palm. It surprised him how warm it was compared to his hand, and then even more so when it began to thicken between his fingers. Ed's eyes lit up as it grew quickly and he realised the reaction he was having on Mr. Lon. Mr. Lon could see that Ed was momentarily enjoying the confirmation of his affect on him, and he spoke some encouraging words. "Those red lips of yours. All plump and soft. Press them against my cock Niu, and I'll speak good words about you." Mr. Lon's hands dug behind Ed's head and gently guided his head to his groin. Ed mumbled something, his throat thick with air, unable to speak as he saw the now hard cock moving closer to his face. He instinctively opened his mouth and placed his red lips on the tip of Mr. Lon's cock. Seeing the opportunity Mr. Lon kept a strong grip and moved his groin up against Ed's face, pressing his cock hard against his lips. "That's it Niu, open those lips for me." Surprisingly Ed found his mouth open wide and before he knew it he had Mr. Lon's cock in his mouth. He kept his eyes closed and tried to imagine something far away, but with each thrust of Mr. Lon's groin, his cock pushed into Ed's mouth and the realisation of what was happening was made clear. "Oh yeah Niu. Suck that cock." Mr. Lon now had a good grip on Ed's wig covered head and was grinding back and forth into Ed's face. "Yeah Niu. Oh yeah. Good girl." Ed's head was now bobbing up and down as he continued to give Mr. Lon a blow job. His hands were trying to grip Mr. Lon's strong hairy thighs as best as he could but found himself just kneeling and moving his whole torso up and down. Mr. Lon continued to gently fuck Ed's face for a good few minutes, and just when Ed had become physically comfortable in the position and movements that were being forced on him, Mr. Lon pushed Ed off and spoke with lust in his voice. "To the bedroom Niu." Still kneeling there he watched Mr. Lon stand and walk to another room. Ed began to stand and his heart pounded. Not just for what he had done, but for what was going to be done. He followed Mr. Lon and saw a huge double bed sit in the middle of a large room. Ed just stood there almost paralysed, which appeared not to concern Mr. Lon in the slightest as he walked behind Ed, his robe now flowing freely about his large frame. With a gently push Ed leant forward. "To the bed Niu, and bend over." Ed stuttered forward, until he was about a metre away. He felt Mr. Lon's palm on the small of his back as he was encouraged to bend at the waist and then grip the head board of the bed. Stuck in a compromising position, Mr. Lon begun to fumble at Ed's waist, pulling his knickers down. Ed leaned his head down, and watched from between his stocking covered legs in heels, Mr. Lon's hairy legs step closer. Feeling and now watching his knickers fall passed his arse cheeks he felt Mr. Lon's hands all over him again and then some lubricant slipped between his arse. "Squeal for me Niu. I love it when they squeal." Mr. Lon had by this point pressed himself close and had each hand on Ed's hips. His cock was now pressed firmly against Ed's asshole. Ed considered turning around and punching Mr. Lon, dropping the dress and running as far and as fast as he could go. His thoughts didn't last long however as Mr. Lon began pushing once more and Ed could feel a cock entering. Ed let out a murmur. "Oh fuck." "Yes Niu. Oh yeah baby." Mr. Lon was enjoying himself immensely and suddenly gave Ed's arse a firm smack. "Oh yeah Niu." And with a second hard slap of his hand, Ed felt Mr. Lon's cock push further into his arse. Ed leant there, gripping the wood of the bed as if he was hanging from a cliff to save his life. With the cock now half way into his arse, it suddenly became inflamed and with a searing painful heat Ed let out a loud squeal. This was music to Mr. Lon's ears, and feeling encouraged he picked up the pace. The hair of the wig swung around in front of Ed's face, and over his eyes, just as he imagined Ms. Wu's hair would. For the brief moments that his eyes were open, he gazed at Mr. Lon's feet in the pile of his robe. Ed ignored the sensation as best he could, the feeling of Mr. Lon's hands holding his waist firmly in his grip and pulling his body back onto a cock with what were now regular thrusts. He could hear Mr. Lon's words echoing through his mind that felt as if they were repeated a thousand times in the 15 minutes or so that passed. "Oh yeah Niu. That's it baby." From the heavy thrusting and his body moving back and forth against the bed he looked up and straight forward, his mouth now open and panting. Mr. Liu took Ed's panting for pleasure. "Such a tight pussy. You gonna make daddy cum." Ed's arse felt numb by this point, and he was no longer aware of a cock entering him. Just the occasional knock of Mr. Lon's balls, his heavy panting on his back and their groin and arse slapping furiously against each other. Ed looked up a little further and noticed a mirror along the wall equal to the length of the bed. He saw himself, red faced staring back, his now long hair swishing back and forth across his face. The top's of his stockings visible under his tight dress that was now bunched up to his chest. The worst part of the vision was Mr. Lon. His open gaping mouth, his sweaty face, half leaning back and gasping for air. His hairy chest, and strong arMs. that gripped Ed's waist as he fucked. Mr. Lon's groin hidden by Ed's arse as they met. Slightly panicked Ed dropped his gaze again, only to catch the sight of Mr. Lon's balls swinging against his own, that dangled between his legs. For some relief to Ed, his cock remained limp despite the quickening pace of Mr. Lon. At this point Mr. Lon was fucking Ed like a rabbit. His cock sliding in and out of Ed like a well oiled machine, as if both parts had become so accustomed to the motion that they were meant to be together. This was the bit in the movies Ed had watched time and time again, when the girl leant back and felt the cock entering her. The point when another man came in front and shoved his cock in her mouth. When she squealed with delight when his cum was splattered over her face. He imagined splattering his cum over Ms. Wu's face. Mr. Lon gave Ed's arse another hard smack on the arse that brought his vision to an end. Unrepentantly Mr. Lon gripped Ed harder and suddenly slowed his fucking motion. For a second he stopped and groaned at the same time. "Oooh Niu..yeah." It was then that Ed knew that Mr. Lon was cumming. The pause lasted for a second, before he made another couple of quick thrusts and moaned once more as a second spurt entered Ed. "Niu.." He felt Mr. Lon's groin shake as if to make sure all his cum was where he wanted it, and then his cock pull free. For the first time in his life, he could feel his arse open and throbbing. Ed let out a sigh and watched Mr. Lon collapse on the bed beside him. Mr. Lon half laughed and half gave an exhausted sigh. "You like proper Chinese girl now!" Ed just stood there, not daring to move, not wanting to let the realisation sink in that he'd been fucked and that in all probability he had another man's cum dripping from his arse. Panting himself from the longest fuck he'd ever been involved in, he leant down and pulled up his knickers. They tucked neatly against his arse, and when the lace brushed up his thigh, he could feel the material soak up something wet and drag the cold stickiness back up to his bum. Ed let out a sigh. "Oh my fucking.." Mr. Lon had by this point lit a cigarette and was on his back smiling. "You were good for first time girl." Ed couldn't manage anything polite to say so instead let his emotions speak. "Fuck you!" "Now now Niu. Lets keep this nice." Mr. Lon offered Ed a cigarette as he spoke even though he was a little annoyed at the aggressive language. "You can leave now. I'm done!" Ed stood and pulled his black dress down to cover his arse. His stockings had slipped a little and as Ed tugged them up, he noticed that he was inadvertently giving Mr. Lon a show. Mr. Lon didn't fail to notice. "Ooh you tease Niu." Mr. Lon watched the stockings slip up Ed's smooth thigh. The stocking top just showing below the hem of the dress as it was held up. Ed's leg bent slightly, with his shiny black heels resting on the bed. "Not again today Niu. Save it for next time." Mr. Lon then laughed before taking a second drag on his cigarette and fall into the duvet. Ed blushed realising that what he was doing and quickly stood, leaving his stockings purposefully askew as he tried not to care. He tried to assume an overtly manly posture. The black high heels had shifted on Ed's feet under their combined weight and he slid his feet back into the shoes until they felt comfortable again. He then glanced at Mr. Lon, lying there, naked, and noticed his limp cock. He must have stared at it for a couple of minutes, thinking, realising that that cock was fucking him a moment ago. With that thought he quickly straightened his wig and stumbled out into the hall. He passed a number of doors with the familiar sound of fucking and squealing. For a moment he realised that he was one of those girls. The one that was getting the fucking, the one that was causing a man to grunt and push their bodies hard against the wall. His feeling were a mix of hate, and lust. His mind was full of blurred thoughts and images of the one being fucked and the one doing the fucking. He walked faster, past the moaning and stepped into the lift. As he stopped he could feel all of a sudden the dampness grow against his arse. He reached behind his dress and slipped one finger next to his wet knickers and then gasped. "My fucking god. Cum!" His finger slipped easily into his arse, almost as if he couldn't feel the finger, and his heart panicked wondering if it would ever return to normal. He then slipped a second finger in and again didn't feel any resistance. "What have I become! Oh fuck!" On pulling out his fingers he saw that they were covered in what looked like cum. Ed tried hard not to crawl into the corner of the lift and sob, as he stood there with cum on the tip of his fingers and cum dribbling out of his puckered arse. He stood there balancing in heels, and the cum slowly soaking into his knickers. He swallowed and shook the cum off against the lift wall. Ed stood outside room 421, fumbling at the lock. He stepped back inside just as he heard people entering the hall behind. From his rear he imagined they'd see a normal looking girl returning from a night out. An average looking girl with her hair in a dark bob. He didn't think that they would have been able to see another globule of cum dribbling from his knickers and land on his shoes. As Ed entered the room he could see immediately that someone had been here. His suit was lain out on the bed which was far neater than the pile he had left it in. His wallet and phone lined up in a row, and on top of an envelope. Without evening looking at the letter he began to pull the clothes from his body. Eager for any sign that he was still a man. As he began to pull the dress over his head he glanced down and saw his long legs, a woman's long stocking covered legs and his cock throbbed to some half attention. He held his cock for a moment and thought about masturbating over his dress and piled up wig. He gave himself a couple of strokes ad shifted his legs from heel to heel, feeling the stockings pull and slide up his legs. Without any warning he shook the thought away and took a deep breath. "Get a grip Ed!" He then stepped out of the shoes, pulled the stockings and suspenders down in one go, along with the knickers and picked up the envelope. The letter contained a note and some money. A handful of Chinese notes. From experience with work he guessed that they were about 100 pounds worth. The note read; ~ Get yourself something pretty. Ms. Wu Ed's Forced Feminisation Ch. 01 On behalf of Mr. Bai Lon ~ Ed dropped the money and letter, and stepped into the shower. The water ran down his neck, over his recently spanked arse, between the crack and pulled some of the cum across his thighs and down the plug hole. Ed leant against the shower cubicle glass for 20 minutes or more and punched it. "Fuck."