Explaining things to my wife later was awkward. But like Madame, my wife was very happy how I had put her first in my decisions. And she agreed that me drinking our mixed cum was the ultimate turn-on for her, and she accepted the consequences of that decision. She was interested in Gabrielle's desire for payment, in her own way, and she basically said that she wanted to experiment too. I had the feeling that my own wife was happier with Celeste than she was with Sean. We would both be off on Tuesday to celebrate our anniversary and she said we would go shopping.



On Monday I managed to get through the day but my desires for tasting cock became stronger and stronger. The exercise machine helped a bit, as I changed the setting to continuous penetration and picked large for penetration size. I came six times anally, which took my mind of having cum in my mouth. It was impossible to sleep though, and at 6am I texted Gabrielle. I need your husband. Now!!



Thank goodness an immediate reply came. He's waiting, wear your leathers. My wife helped me get ready and she did some great stuff to my face. Happy anniversary, she whispered as she kissed me goodbye.



Gabrielle's husband, Max, was not badly looking. He smiled when he saw me, and I could tell he was ready. No time was wasted and my body took over. I sat down on my knees in front of him and pulled his hard dick from his pants. When I took it into my mouth an incredible pressure was suddenly released from my mind, and I could actually enjoy what I was doing. Knowing, as a man, what feels good, I started tickling his scrotum, as I wrapped my tongue around his member. I softly squeezed with my other hand the base of his dick, and I could feel him already tense up. With my finger stroking the back of his balls he grunted and suddenly he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed every drop like it was nectar, squeezing as much as I could out of him.



When people talk about addiction, it's often related to drugs, alcohol or nicotine. All items that make a person, temporarily, feel good. By taking the potion I had voluntarily accepted an addiction, and the fulfillment of my need was just as satisfying as these other addictions proclaimed, as short-lived as may be. I had no idea how long my euphoria would last, but my brain was not fogged, it was extremely alert, and I was basking in it.



As a happy Max got ready to leave for work, Gabrielle reminded me of my commitment to her, and she showed a strap-on pointing out from her crotch. She had me sit on all fours on her bed and then she took me from behind, like I was her bitch. I enjoyed every second of it.



I was truly Celeste now, a woman, who loved to suck a dick, and loved to be taken from behind. As far as I knew, Sean was gone, only needed to do my office job. But I was no longer him, turning into Celeste at night for my exercise class. I was now Celeste, turning into Sean just before he had to go to work. I wondered what Amy, my wife, would think about that. And what would she think about this other woman, who fucked me, until I came, as a woman?



I needed not to worry. Our anniversary was a celebration of Amy and Sean being together for ten years. It was now also the start of a new relationship, of Amy and Celeste, and this included Max and Gabrielle.



As promised, we went shopping, clothes for me, and toys for her, which were all to be used to improve our lesbian lifestyle. For every piece of clothing I desired, she also picked something that she believed I needed. I got a leather skirt, she got me a real bra, recognizing that the potion had already affected my breast size. I added a sports bra, knowing that as Sean my budding breasts still needed to be controlled. She got me my first heels.



Maybe we went crazy but I don't remember ever having so much fun with her, shopping. I needed a few panties, but ended up with a whole line of lingerie. A girl jersey of my favorite team became a full jogging outfit. A modest bathing suit became a sexy bikini set. And a latex top lead to a complete catsuit. I still don't know how I ended up with spiked thigh high boots, or a fishnet body stocking. And I definitely wasn't going to work in that business suit, was I?



Somehow a sales lady convinced us that I needed a complete line of very expensive makeup, but I did look amazing after the free makeover. Which included my ears being pierced and some wonderful hoops dangling from them. Add a silk nighty, no make that multiple, what a wonderful material to sleep in. Still had to get used to new names, like pencil skirt or hobble dress, but Amy promised I'd love them.



It was nothing though compared to the toys Amy bought for us. I had a pretty good idea what a vibrating egg could do. But why we needed a set of round balls connected through a string of rope? Or fur covered handcuffs? And then there was this rubber cattail, which would go nicely with my catsuit, she said, but I saw no straps or anything to attach that thing. Now, the strap-on I understood, but why was there a hose going to a reservoir? And was the protein powder really needed? I thought I was on a diet...



I did like the leather dress though she bought for herself. With a ton of straps and a bat woman like mask with cat ears. Not sure though about the brush of leather straps that she was swishing around. And no way would that much smaller rubber strap-on fit around her waist, and besides, it would be pointing the wrong way. Oh well. And did we really need a new sheet set made from latex?



So, we spent a fortune. But at least we saved on dinner, given my strict diet. We ended up cooking together, and I was amazed with how much work she put each day in, to make sure our meal was nutritious. Again, we enjoyed the simple act of working together as I practiced walking in my new boots, adding about four inch to my overall length.



When I told Gabrielle later what a wonderful day I had had, and about the skirt I had bought for the next time I saw Max, she asked if I could come in the morning again, even though my apparent addiction had not affected me at all so far. Unconsciously I licked my lips, as I agreed to be there.



Max was indeed visibly impressed with my leather skirt, my long boots and the effect of a quality bra under my latex top. And so was Gabrielle afterwards, as she demanded me eating out her soaking pussy, while I had an egg inside me, similar to the one Amy had bought the previous day. Somehow it was linked to her own pussy, as the pleasure I gave her translated straight to my own, and we came together, very hard.



Again, I was full of energy, but turning back into Sean for the day was not so easy anymore. My own hair seemed to have grown a bit, and I needed to turn it into a man-bun. And I definitely needed my sports bra to keep my man boobs under control. Amy had a few studs for me, to keep my ear piercings open, and I felt naked without makeup. And still, I got some strange faces about my "new" look, but also a few compliments. Work wise I was on top of the world though, and I solved a problem we'd been fighting for the past three weeks.



On Thursday morning Max was gone already for a remote job, by the time I arrived. But he had left a fresh load in Gabrielle that I eagerly cleaned out for her and my energy went again through the roof.



I didn't keep any secrets from my wife, who wanted to come along on Friday morning. I watched in wonder how Max did not hesitate to shoot his load in her, and I felt a pang of jealousy. Not because she took that wonderful piece of meat from me, but because I started wishing I had a pussy myself.



The orgy afterwards had Amy eating out Gabrielle, as I sucked out Max's load from Amy, with Max going for seconds, his dick filling me up, as he took me from behind with his strong hands on my sexy skirt. We all came together in the earth shattering realization that sex just took us to a whole new level and would never be the same again.



On Sunday I saw on Madame's face there were more problems. Weight wise and waist wise I was good though. Better than good. But the effect of the potion from last week on my body was much stronger than expected. Already I had A-cup breasts and my own hair had grown so much that I wouldn't need a wig anymore. No more stubble had appeared on my face, and my manhood seemed lifeless.



I realized she was right on the latter. With all the new toys we had, my own dick never came into play. I had not needed to cum from it, as my wife and I had kept visiting Max and Gabrielle each morning, in the weekend as well, finding more ways to satisfy everyone at the same time.



I told Madame as well about the special program I had been using in her exercise machines, but of course she knew about it already. Only now I learned why all these machines were spread out throughout her mansion. Each was placed in a highly active area of the vortex, and that's why I could cum six times in the one hour inside the machine. Recharging instantly in the magic energy, while losing extra weight. But it also showed that my addiction, caused by the potion, affected me in that way as well.



She advised to stop immediately with the potion, as the effects could not easily be reversed. I was slowly turning into a woman and not even that slowly. A woman addicted to sex and already affecting the lives of people around me because of that addiction. And Madame felt responsible.



I told her not to worry, as I had never felt any better. And neither had my wife. And Max and Gabrielle didn't seem to complain either. I did not want to stop the potion and looked forward to becoming more female. As a matter of fact, was there a way she could give me a fake pussy, under the corset?



She thought for a minute, scribbling some notes in my file. Then she looked me straight in the eyes and said, yes, it's possible, but there's a huge price to pay.



It isn't financial, she explained with a chuckle after seeing my stunned face. There simply isn't room for both a manhood and a womanhood. So we have to shrink your male parts to the smallest possible. Even while not wearing a corset. From that side you won't have any sexual interaction anymore. No more filling up your wife in the weekend and eating her out.



She paused, to let things set in. But I thought about the past couple days. We hadn't used my male part anyway, and we had possibly the best sex of our life. That's fine, I answered in return.



She continued. As a matter of fact, we'll shrink your testicles so small, they will stop working if you keep them for too long like that. That's the point of no return, after which the lack of testosterone will stimulate certain female features, like breast growth and, funny enough, an improved waistline. Are you sure your wife is okay with that? No chance for offspring!



I guess this was the critical point. So far our carreers had always come first. But at some point we probably would want kids. We'd lose that chance I guess. For the first time I wasn't completely sure anymore.



It was like Madame guessed my struggle. There is a way, she suggested, that we can milk you before your system shuts down. One of my machines is optimized to do just that. We can store your sperm until you're ready to use it.



That simple? Yes! Let's do it!!



Of course there was more to it. The first thing Madame wanted to know, if I still wanted the potion that caused my addiction to sperm. That was a no-brainer, wasn't it really the basis of me wanting to be a woman?

Then there was a different potion, that would help to extract the sperm from my system. The special exercise machine would do the full procedure.



Now, today would be different as well. Before the corset was sprayed on, my vagina was to be built, and that would take an extra hour. To offset the costs for this, as well as the storage of my sperm, I was expected to work for Madame every Saturday, until I no longer had a need for the stored sperm. I realized this would be past my six months, probably even for years. But in a way I was comforted by this, I really liked being around the vortex energy.



The vagina was made from the specially formulated latex, with a tube leading between my legs. Both the skin of my dick and my scrotum would be part of the tube wall, which would provide pleasure if a another dick, or toy, would fill me up. Over time, the way I understood it, the shrinking of my balls would actually make penetration more comfortable. The skin color was so perfect, you couldn't tell it wasn't my own. And the pink entrance of "my pussy" was so realistic, I knew right away that no one would be able to tell.



The corset, that I craved by now, left a perfect opening, for cleaning and pure sex. Having missed the exercise hour, I went straight into yoga, where Gabrielle immediately knew something had changed. Three pussies now for Max? she asked and I nodded with a smile. Can he handle that? was my reply, and she laughed out loud. He'll be thrilled.



After everyone left I had to spend an hour in the exercise machine. And I soon understood my new predicament. I had intruders in both my rear and my new pussy, and a suction hose in my pee hole. The machine was relentless in its stimulation and my body, under influence of multiple potions, gave in. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. My manhood had no chance of growing however, so it felt like my cum was sucked straight from my balls. The cycle repeated every ten minutes and the first three times were hell. If it wasn't for the strong vortex field, right at this spot, I probably would not have made it. After that I started concentrating on the pleasures of being penetrated rather than the uncomfortable forced sucking through my limp manhood, and I managed to enjoy the experience a bit.



I had to start thinking like a woman, Madame said, as she was sitting with me during the last ten minutes. Someone sucking my clitty even though it's happening in a different spot right now. Then she went on, confiding I had set a new record. The first male to choose for womanhood in less than a month. She figured it was my strong reaction to the vortex that had sped up my inevitable decision. From the eight men she had had thus far in her school, each was living now a fully female life. Either still with their artificial pussy, or with a real one after SRS.



I guess I never had a chance, although I thought in everything I had done I had been in full control. But, Madame promised me, both my body and mind would desire perfect femininity, searching inner and outer beauty, yet submissive to anyone willing to fill my holes. I would enjoy however every minute of my new life. She gave me a sweet cocktail that I drained instantly and I felt fully energized again. No worries, she said, there's plenty left still for us to freeze.