“It’s just… I’ve always had a thing for guys in drag. Won’t you try it for me?” Clive asked. Those carefully delivered words from his boyfriend would change Ford Mesteno’s whole life. It didn’t seem like a huge deal. Look up a few online tutorials and binge a few seasons of Drag Race. Ford learned about ‘passing’ and how each queen’s goal was to be hyper-feminine above all else. What at first felt like an intimate joke between partners turned into something else entirely when the boxes started showing up, each filled with clothes, jewellery, makeup, and wigs. Holding a synthetic blonde wig in his hands, Ford felt a pulse of excitement deep within his core. “It’s massive,” he uttered in awe. “You think that’s big.” Ford whipped around in surprise, seeing Clive standing behind him. Hanging from his hands were a pair of large silicone breast forms and hip pads. “Girl when I’m done, every part of you will be massive!”

Feeling like a doll, Ford stood still as Clive dressed him. An adhesive allowed him to feel the first pull of gravity on his hips and his chest. His newly acquired curves were stuffed into a constricting pink mini-dress that pushed his breasts higher than he thought possible. ”Now put this on, sit down, and listen,” Clive said, handing Ford the synthetic wig from earlier and sitting him at the vanity. An hour later, beauty stared back at Ford Mesteno. Her style was loud, fierce, and supremely feminine. “Tell me who you are,” Clive whispered in her ear. “I’m Porsha Bentley.” she replied with a shiver.

“Alright Mr… my apologies, Miss Mosteno. Looks like we’re in for quite a busy day today with lip, nose, and cheek injections is that correct, all with the goal of an overall more feminine face and appearance?” “Yes… that’s right,” Porsha replied, squirming slightly in her reclined seat. “There’s no need to be nervous,” the doctor said with a kind smile. “I’ve done this hundreds of times and you have your boyfriend right over there for support.” He pointed over to Clive, who was watching with a smile on his face.

Clive smiled because he knew the truth, that Porsha wasn’t nervous at all. The truth was that she felt really good thanks to the remote vibrator he had placed in her ass before coming to the clinic. She almost came when Clive set it to max just as the needs pierced her upper lip.

(3 Hours Later)

“OH YEAH! Just like that slut. Work those dickpillows daddy just paid for.” Clive had barely let Porsha walk through the door of the apartment before he had pushed her down onto her knees and shoved his hard cock in her face. Mouth still numb from the local anaesthesia, it had taken Porsha a while to regain any confident amount of control. Thankfully the new size of her lips made up for the temporary drop in skill. All she had to do was suck and they seemed to make a perfect seal around his shaft. She couldn’t believe how many times he had cum; his lustful enthusiasm seemed supercharged. On and on it went. In and out, in and out, in and out. It became her mantra, her sole reason to exist.

(3 Days Later)

There was a chill in the air as the couple walked down the city’s red light district. Porsha felt the cold more acutely since Clive only let her wear thin, tight mini-dresses since becoming his big fake-breasted Drag Queen slut. They passed a long line waiting to get into one of the more exclusive clubs in town. Sluts dressed just like Porsha waited in line, hopping from one leg to another to try and keep warm. Clive pointed at one of the girls with a big ass and a floss thong. Without lowering his voice he said, “Oh look at her Porsha, you could use a fat ass like that.” The slut turned around, and looked ready to kill until she caught a look at Porsha and paused. Judgement passed between the two of them… (continued on Part 02, P02 is exclusive to The Jugganaut Mind Patreon - see link below)

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