The Doctor’s Pill

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, female domination, feminization gender swap, medical examinations, public group sex, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Eric Samuels is trying to score some anti-anxiety drugs from a new doctor, and when he learns this new doctor is a woman he’s sure he’ll soon have her pretty eyes watering with sympathy and writing him any prescription he wants. But when the attractive Dr. Bell catches him ogling her ass, she starts to get wise to the situation and decides to teach him a lesson.

She tells him she wants to help and the pill she gives him probably will make him feel good, at least eventually, but first he’ll have to come to terms with the transformation that Dr. Janice Bell’s gender reassignment drug puts him through as Eric becomes Erica. Only then can the fun start, as the busty, over-sexed new bimbo learns to give in to her overpowering urges.

Not to worry, Dr. Bell will ensure that Erica soon finds herself in the path of a group of doctors only too happy to team up and stuff the horny, submissive patient who seems to have popped up from nowhere.


“That’s alright, Erica. I can imagine. And how about everything else?”

“I’m Eric,” I corrected her lazily.

“Oh, of course,” she said. “I’m sorry. I must have been thinking of someone else. How does everything else feel?”

I wiggled again, relishing the sensation of the cushion against my ass and back. My body felt unusually of slender and delicate, and when I put a hand down and ran it over my side I marveled at how smooth and toned I seemed.

“Erica,” Dr. Bell repeated, “how does everything else feel?”

“Oh, sorry, Dr. Bell. I feel sort of strange, as a matter of fact. Do I look normal to you?”

I looked over, pushing a lock of blonde hair out of my face, and saw her looking me over. “Well, Erica, I guess that depends. What cup size do you think you normally are?”

I squinted up in slurred confusion at the question. “I don’t think I have a cup size, Dr. Bell,” I objected. “Did you mean to ask me how big my penis is?”

She walked over and lifted up the medical gown unabashedly. Another rush of cold air flowed over my naked groin and I realized just how strange everything felt.

“I don’t think you have one of those, Erica,” Dr. Bell informed me. “I think I really did mean your cup size. You look like at least a C to me.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Side Effects with full consent of the original author.

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An Education in Femdom: Plaything

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, multiple partners, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam has been in Mistress’s house for almost a week now: doing his best to live up to her expectations and being brought back into line when necessary. Things have started to get intense, and in his struggle to make sense of his growing feelings Adam has made a misstep that will earn him the sternest punishment of all, and once again in front of the whole household.

But despite her strictness, Adam’s mistress is not a vindictive woman. When debts have been paid, what she really wants is some time alone with Adam to begin to understand what exactly she feels for her new eager and ever tempting submissive.

I turned just enough to catch how Chris’s face fell and reddened at the news. “I…” he began, but trailed off.

“Up here.”

He drew a breath and stood. The legs of his chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and he winced.

“Here,” Mistress repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.

Christopher moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us – the audience of his humiliation and punishment – with that flushed face. He reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. His cheeks took on a very soft glow and his eyes stayed very round as he watched Mistress.

“Tell me,” Mistress said to him as he stood at attention.

“Tell what, Mistress?” he asked.

“Why did you fail the inspection?”

“I – I don’t know, Mistress. I didn’t know I had until you told me.”

“You know, Christopher, I don’t really believe you.”

He looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds he fell silent and he closed his eyes. Mistress watched him coolly. Another moment ticked by and then he opened his eyes and raised them to meet hers.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: Exclusive Discipline with full consent of the original author.

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