Reality however was different in the morning, as I had to rush to get Sean back. I had now the same soap and shampoo as last night, in Madame's shower. Without the wig, and my makeup removed, I looked more like myself, but my wife had to use makeup now to give my eyebrows some volume, making my thin arcs more manly again. My face, as was the rest of my body, still completely smooth, no stubble anywhere, which by itself was not unpleasant.

Breakfast was yoghurt and some fruits, all carefully dosed. She gave me a bag containing my lunch and water and coffee cups, and a list of what exactly I should take when. I seemed quite a hassle, but I actually felt eager to try it, maybe this was finally going to work.

At work, nobody noticed anything special about me, although I was very aware of the corset under my clothes, and the fact that I had to tighten my belt to keep my pants in place. In the bathroom I had to select a stall every time, no more urinals for me for the next six months, I realized. And my wife had warned me to wipe myself each time, for hygienic purposes. My first number two felt awkward at first as well, as it still felt like I had my underwear on, but the corset had again a hole in exactly the right spot, as I did my deed.

The coffee was actually quite good, but I wished I had more than two cups. I considered taking some more of the office coffee, but a sudden nausea hit me, the moment I realized I was about to fault on my diet. Was it guilt? Or was it indeed some magic spell Madame had put on me?

So I followed my instructions to the letter. Taking my water, adding the powder, which actually gave it a nice taste, eating my lunch salad, and once in awhile sucking my lollipop, my one-a-day snack that I could taste if I had an urge to eat something else.

So yeah, I could feel my stomach rumble, wanting more, but I knew it would adapt over time, as long as my portions stayed relatively small.

Dinner at home was tasteful but again it didn't fill me quite up. Veggies and chicken. No potatoes, no rice, no gravy, no ketchup. Just a tiny piece of pita bread.  I was pleasantly surprised however that my wife was eating the same, to show her support.

She helped me getting ready for my three hours of exercise. Becoming Celeste again. She showed me how to remove the makeup around my eyebrows, and how to add some rouge and then of course the lipstick. She even handed me a tiny purse that fit my cellphone, my keys and a few pieces of touchup makeup. I also learned that she had a different outfit for me, and she showed me my collection for the week, a different color each day. I was surprised to see black leather-look leggings for Saturday and what seemed to be pure latex in red for Thursday.

And just like that I was back at Madame's place, where I could clearly feel the air vibrate again from the vortex, as I was massaged by Mia, this time without the oil bath. It was interesting to see how my skin seemed a bit looser under the corset, and how she massaged it toward my cups, making my man boobs slightly more visible.

We actually had half an hour of theory, as I realized that me and the same women from last night apparently formed a class. We were all dressed in the same color outfit. I got to know their names, like Arielle, Belinda, Delilah, Estelle, Francine, Gabrielle and Hyacinth. The teacher was cheerful, not boring, and I actually learned quite a bit about nutritions and how the body processes food and what not.

Next, we all disappeared in exercise machines, that were spread throughout the building, and once more I got a good workout. During yoga we had to partner up and I got to know Gabrielle much better, who was beautiful I thought, but indeed needed to lose a few pounds around her waist, like me. Like all of us I concluded now.

It was she who got me back out of meditation, as once again I went under deep. We laughed about it as we got ready to leave, all receiving our food packages for the next day, as I exchanged numbers with Gabrielle. And just like that, three hours later, I was back on my way home, feeling tired, but feeling really good.

Back home it was clear that from now on I stayed Celeste through the night, and once again I was more intimate with my wife than we've been ever since our first year together. She noticed the tiny bit of extra in my breast cups and when she put her mouth on one of my nipples, hidden under the fabric, a giant thrill shot through my body, that did not go unnoticed.

And slowly we got in a rhythm where she found new ways to pleasure me, and although I never came, I enjoyed the feelings more and more. We often ended up in a sixty-nine position, as eating her out became a fixed part of my diet.

In class, as I called it now, we had a few people changing partners once more, but Gabrielle and I stuck together, and no one changed anymore after that, as some exercises became quite intimate as well. On Thursday night, in my latex leggings and top I never felt so sexy, and the yoga positions were almost erotic movements.

In one particular position Gabrielle's face was close to my chest, and suddenly I felt her lips on my nipple. And just like that my body was on fire, although I tried to hide my reaction. Her smile told me however that she knew. When it was my turn in that position I put my full lips on her breast as I sucked it in. For the first time in my life I tasted latex and I loved the taste. But more importantly, her full body reacted, lifting me into the air even. That's what you call payback!

On Friday my corset came off, and it was awkward at first. It dissolved in the oil bath, just like the beginning of some stubble I had noticed in the morning. Madame came by, saying that the few male customers she had did not necessarily like their member suddenly standing out, so they offered a solution. I felt exactly like that, and the solution was a latex sleeve around my member as it was pulled back and locked between my legs to a plug that was pushed in my ass.

I didn't particularly like the plug, but it was easy to get used to, and I would be able to remove it any time I wanted. In the meantime, after I dressed again, there was no obvious bulge that gave me away.

That night we went through the same motions as in the past week, but this time I could feel myself grow hard again. It was an almost alien feeling, but after two orgasms from my tongue, my wife guided my member inside her pussy, after freeing it from the sleeve. It was probably good that she was satisfied already, because I came in less than a minute.

She was a bit unhappy about that, and the only solution I had was another oral session, as she licked my dick clean and I ate her out again, but this time getting a mouthful of my own gunk. It wasn't particularly good, but when she came again, her own cum mixed with mine wasn't too bad, and I swallowed it all. She confessed afterwards that the thought that I was eating my own junk took her over the edge.

On Saturday morning, even though I lasted longer this time and made her cum with me, she still wanted me to eat her out. For hygienic purposes she said, and indeed she sprayed everything inside her back into my face.

It's hard to say what I liked better that night. The leather-like fit, or the latex from a few nights earlier. All I knew was that I looked sexy as hell and my wife was licking her lips, as she made up my face sexier than before.

Gabrielle actually drooled over me, although I thought she looked much better than me, or anyone else in our class, in her leather style. It took her all but twenty seconds to realize I was wearing a butt plug, and she whispered she couldn't wait to get her hands on it during yoga. But it was the exercise machine that I was in for an hour, that massaged it deeper into me, and stimulated a new type of pleasure in me, that I tried to ignore.

Gabrielle though was relentless. During the exercises she kept playing with it, rubbing my butt and probing it back and forth. And at some point, while in a very erotic position, I felt a shudder sweep through me, and she was finally content, with a huge smile on her face. I'll get one as well, she whispered, so you can make me cum also.

Wait.. what? Did she think she'd made me cum? My manhood was as small as it had been in its latex sleeve. Did she think that shudder was an orgasm? Impossible!

But that night my wife had her way with me as well. I slept in my leather and just like Gabrielle she was totally taken by the plug that showed a bump between my buttocks. And with her prodding, the good feeling again shuddered my body at some point. And she also concluded I had cum.

Sunday morning, as my manhood was allowed out again, she was still pumping the plug between my ass cheeks, as I took her pussy. When I came I could only conclude it was a double orgasm. Never ever did I come so hard, shot so much junk, or did my whole body go on fire, making my eyes actually roll back.

I almost passed out, then almost drowned as I had to eat her out right away, both our loads combined running from her like a river. A hot geyser. And I realized another toy was added to our love making.

That night, before I'd get my new corset for the week, I was going through all measurements again, and looking at Madame's face I could tell something was wrong. I hadn't lost as much weight as expected and she questioned me about the diet, and if I had stuck to the rules. I promised her once again that I had followed the diet to the letter. My one time I had thought of taking an extra cup of coffee, I had become nauseated, and that was enough for me to not eat or drink anything extra. It was then that I realized how I had violated the diet.

Madame believed me when I said I never realized it, but I had been eating out my wife pretty much every night. Multiple times. And over the weekend that included my own junk that I had dumped in her. Could that have caused the discrepancy?

She nodded. It added up exactly to the amount of weight I had not lost. But decisions had to be made for the coming week. Success was based on a relentless diet and exercise, every day exactly the same. She asked if I could pleasure my wife, but without eating her out. I didn't think so, going over the past week, as I had to swallow all of her, or drown in it. And given the way she had enjoyed it, I didn't want to stop that.

Madame actually agreed, happy with my desire to put my wife first. She concluded that the salty taste caused more fluids to be retained by my body, but she had a fix for that, adding a special pill to my diet. The weekend situation however was a bigger problem. My own sperm that I was eating was much harder to compensate for. Would it be possible for me to wear a condom? Or pull out in time before I filled her up?

I shook my head. Condoms have always been a problem for my wife, giving her some form of rash. And I simply had not enough control once we started, to pull out in time. And, I confessed, sex had never been better than this weekend, thanks to Madame's own way of teaching.

She nodded, understanding. Having sex was a large part of the success for her students, but as most were female, any cum was not consumed, and easily washed out from their vaginas. Which, by the way, were not covered by their corsets like mine, for hygienic purposes. So, the women could have normal sex throughout the week, without affecting their diet. Unless they gave their man a blow job, which she advised against, although for one in our class it was the only way for having sex.

This class mate, she explained, used a special potion, to integrate the daily load of sperm in her diet. The potion had some side effects that were not necessarily a problem for her, like stimulated breast growth, probably a cup size over the next six months. Which I thought I could probably handle, as it wouldn't be much more than the man boobs I already had anyway. But the second side effect was more problematic.

The potion caused an addiction. Which for my class mate was not a problem, as she was giving a blow job every day anyway. But if I would take the potion, I would most likely feel a need over time for more male cum, than I'd get just from the weekend, eating my own from my wife's pussy. Madame could give me another potion, which would make me ejaculate every day, despite not being hard. But the problem with that was that the cum could get any moment, there was no way it could be controlled. And if I did manage to catch it in a cup, I'd have to drink it, which may not satisfy the addictive urge. I shook my head, that was not for me.

But I decided to take the risk with the first potion, thinking I would be able to control any artificial urge until the weekend. If nothing else, Madame said, the following week I could change my mind, although the potion's effect could last for multiple weeks. And just like that I drank a potion for the week, that would grow my breasts, and make me want to suck a dick. What was I thinking?

My new corset was tighter, but somehow I felt comforted wearing it again. My breasts seemed more pronounced already, but that didn't bother me. Yet.

Things changed in the exercise machine however, that we enter "naked". A sudden urge made me think of cum, of dick, and although I knew it was because of the potion, way sooner than I'd hoped for, I could not put it out of my mind.

Not sure if the machine detected my discomfort as I had been shifting around a bit, but before the second session started, a message was displayed on a small screen, asking if I desired penetration. That was it, I figured, my solution and I tapped yes on the display. Seconds later I felt something lube in my rear, and then a butt plug was being pushed inside me. I didn't think it would bother me, having had one in for the past couple of days. And the urge in my mind seemed to be satisfied momentarily. That's when the plug went in deeper however.

I panicked, as this was way more than a butt plug. Was it like a dildo perhaps? The size of a dick? There was nothing I could do however to stop it, as I was fully locked inside the machine again. Thank God it had used some good lube, as it moved up and down inside me, and suddenly I realized what it was to be a woman, taken by a dick. I couldn't stop it, and then my body started betraying me. It became pleasurable and my muscles started working the thing inside me.

Before my twenty minutes were over, I came. And although it seemed similar to the pleasures the butt plug had given me, I knew instantly this went way deeper. This had to be a female orgasm the way it lasted and the way my whole body was on fire. The movements didn't stop and I came again, even harder. The machine must have been measuring my heartbeat, or my breathing, or maybe it detected I almost passed out, but the intruder disappeared as I came down from my high.

I was so exhausted that I didn't notice the end of the second session, the way my wet body was blow dried, or the preparation for the last session. The message about penetration was back on the screen, I noticed in the last moment, with the default now yes, and I could not find the energy to stop it in time.

If nothing else, the machine had taken care of my urgent compulsion to need to taste cum in my mouth. It was replaced by another two orgasms that by now I took with increased pleasure. When I was finally let out of the machine I walked awkwardly around for a while.

On Sundays there is no theory class, and Gabrielle knew right away something was wrong with me, but there was no time to talk. After class, I whispered to her, and she nodded. It was way harder for me to empty my mind for meditation, but eventually it was the first time I got a mental relief.

We sat in Gabrielle's car afterwards and I told her everything. She couldn't believe I wasn't a real woman but a quick check of my corset gave it away. She was particularly interested in the exercise machine offering a penetration option, something she wanted to try out herself. But when I told her how confused I was about experiencing what could only be female orgasms, she nodded. She had thought so indeed when she had sucked my nipple, but had expected it as she thought I was female at the time. Same when she had played with my butt plug.

She wasn't surprised about my wife being much hornier lately, she had experienced it with her own husband, who had begged for blow jobs even though he got to her pussy already. But she had remembered Madame's warning about consuming sperm and it affecting her diet. He wasn't happy, but was dealing with it.

And just like that I saw the solution. If I could no longer ignore my need for male cum, then maybe I could do her husband? She laughed at first, then frowned, then said, maybe. She didn't like the idea of her hubby with another woman, but as I quickly was becoming her best friend, despite finding just out I was a guy under all this, she agreed, but under a few conditions.

First, her hubby was never to find out that I wasn't a real woman. She even suggested I'd wear something sexy if I needed his cock.

Next, for every time I did her hubby, she wanted to have her way with me, until she'd made me cum. As a woman. Knowing I had cum already from butt plugs and dildo's, she wanted to experiment on me. With her tongue, her fingers, a double ended dildo, or perhaps a strap-on.

Lastly, we could maybe combine things eventually. Like if I were milking her hubby, she could take me from behind, essentially spit roasting me.

I didn't think it would come that far, but I was happy to have a solution, in case I needed it. And I knew I could handle Gabrielle's ministrations, as I had enjoyed her quite a bit already during yoga. So, we shook hands, and then she kissed me, and her tongue went deep in my mouth. I really enjoyed her taste, as I gave in, and mixed my tongue with hers.