Date: Mon, 2 May 2016 21:39:07 -0400
From: Sash STEELE <sashadsteele@gmail.com>
Subject: The Tranny's Transporter

The Tranny's Transporter
by Sasha Steele

   Frank's client was the super rich pharmaceutical industrialist Reggie
Royce. He'd been hired to move a brief case, the contents, though unknown
to Frank, were no doubt a new chemical formula too important for transport
any other way than by covert means. Royce Pharmaceuticals had become victim
of attempted industrial espionage. Even to the point where there had been a
kidnap attempt made on Reggie Royce, the company's current chairman.

   Reggie Royce was a highly flamboyant character. An openly gay cross
dresser Reggie had become a bit of a celebrity and was more interested in
his social stasis than in running the multi billion dollar company he had
inherited.  Severely shaken by the kidnap attempt Reggie was taking no
chances. He'd beefed up security around himself and announced publicly that
he was stepping down as chairman of the board. And further announced that
the highly coveted formula had been secretly shipped to a secret location
in LA.

   Frank had only met Reggie in person once. An hour ago when he'd picked
up the brief case in a secure underground parking garage at one of the
company's lesser known facilities. Though wearing a rather plain tan color
suit Reggie none the less looked decidedly effeminate. He wore a white silk
blouse under his jacket. His light brown color leather shoes had a
decorative cross weave pattern and heels high enough to bring Reggie's
short stature up to a respectable five foot nine from his barefooted five
footed five. He carried a purse that matched his shoes.

  Reggie's soft shoulder length blond hair was done in gentle curls with a
high right side part. He wore makeup - mascara, eye shadow, eye liner and
lipstick. His longish manicured fingernails were done in nail polish. The
color of his eye shadow, lipstick and nail polish were in complimenting
earth tones. And he wore a fair amount of gold jewelry.

   Being rather obese at well over three hundred pounds further feminized
Reggie's appearance as his legs hips and thighs were disproportionately
large for a man. Reggie's suite jacket was open and his huge pot belly that
protruded over the waist band of his trousers threatened the buttons on his
silk blouse, His hands appeared quite fleshy in appearance, very smooth,
almost delicate. His face too was fleshy and smooth with full cheeks, fat
neck and double chin.

   Reggie, it seemed to Frank, was a self centered, overindulgent man/bitch
who could probably be a big fat pain in the ass.  He'd been on the road
less than an hour when his cell phone with a private connection between
them rang. Fuck. Here we go.  Frank thought. Change the contract before its
barely begun why don't you?  .He hated people like that.

   "Hello," he near shouted into the phone.

   "You're employer wants to talk to you," the unknown voice on the other
end said.

   Then Reggie came on. His voice was clearly distraught. "Give them the
fucking briefcase," he said before the phone was ripped away from him.

   Frank could here Reggie whimpering in the background as the unknown's
voice came on again. Bring the case back to where you picked it up. No
cops. No funny shit or the fat queer dies." He clicked off.

   "Shit," Frank said as he cranked the car around and headed back the way
he'd come.

   The kidnappers were holed up in the office of the nearly deserted
facility. They'd stripped Reggie down to his shiny white silk panties and
brassier. Captives are less likely to try and bolt with their clothes
off. Not that big fat Reggie could run fast enough to get away anyway. They
stripped him for the shear fun of it. Just as they now mocked him for the
fun of it.

   So much for the beefed up security detail Frank thought as he viewed the
bodies laying about the parking garage floor.

  "The brief case?"

   "Its safe," Frank said.

   "I said nothing funny."

   "Give me the cross dresser and I'll tell you where it is. A straight
exchange. Nothing funny."

   The kidnapper thought for a moment. Get the case, then kill them both.
He jestered with his gun for Frank to go ahead of him. They entered the
office. Frank counted three thugs total. They were careless,
overconfident. Reggie was sitting on the couch in his bra and panties
shaking like a leaf. He'd been crying. His mascara had run. Obviously
scared shitless but otherwise okay. That was all Frank needed to see. He
took out the guy with the gun first then the other two.

   "Let's get you dressed and get the hell out of here," he said to Reggie.

   Reggie sat on the couch in shock as Frank helped him into his silk
blouse and did the buttons up over his brassier and pot belly. He slipped
Reggie's trousers over his feet, took hold his hands to help him stand and
drew the trousers up his thick thighs and over his heavy hips and huge
backside. Frank tucked in Reggie's blouse, pulled the fly up, did up the
hook and did up the brown leather belt with cross weaving that matched
Reggie's shoes and purse. He helped him into his suite jacket taking note
of how its tail flared outward in back over the swell of his round ass.

   "Come on," Frank said taking Reggie by the hand. "There may be more of
them."

   Reggie waddled behind Frank as they cleared the office and stairs to the
parking level. He hurried Reggie along trying to be quite as possible. Kept
to the shadows just in case. They hadn't covered that much distance but
Reggie was breathing hard.  Not used to walking.any sort of distance he had
to stop to catch his breath. A hand was pressed into his crotch against his
fleshy pubis mound.

   "I have to pee," Reggie said.

   "You would have to," Frank said, "over here." He took Reggie by the hand
leading him to a secluded corner of the shadowy underground garage.

   Reggie's fat fingers fumbled with the belt buckle. His servants always
did such mundane tasks for him. Frank watched disbelievingly.

  "I need help," Reggie said.

  Frank undid the belt. Undid the latch and zipper of his trousers. Reggie
spread his legs apart as Frank pulled the trousers over his big hips and
ass, and down onto his thighs. He reached under Reggie's pot belly. Hooked
a finger into the the left leg hole of Reggie's silk panties and pulled out
his cock.

   Reggie's flaccid cock was short fat and almost lost in the hairless
fleshy pubis mound that bulged around his genitalia like a soft fat
cunt. Reggie closed his eyes and let his pee flow as Frank stood to the
side and held him. His cock felt good in Frank's capable hand. His piss
splashed noisily on the concrete floor.  Frank hoped no one was around to
hear it. Finally Reggie's stream slowed to a halt and Frank shook off the
dribbles. He got Reggie's clothing back in place and done up. Then
continued on to where he'd left the car. The fact that helping the fat
transvestite relieve himself aroused Frank hadn't escaped his notice. He
helped Reggie into the car and they left.

   With Reggie safe at home, the turmoil of the day behind Frank was free
to complete the delivery. He was nearly home when the phone rang, the
personal link between him and Reggie activated again.

   Frank clicked it on. "Let me guess, you've been kidnapped again."

   "No," said Reggie giggling.

   "You have to pee and need help?"

   Reggie thought about that. He was lounging on his patio wearing a long
elegant silver-white dressing gown, ivory and mink high heeled lounging
slippers and nothing else. He put his hand to his fleshy pubis. Felt the
nub of his hard cock there.

   "Maybe," he said. Can you come by? I have a bonus for you."

   Frank put his hand on his cock. It too was hard. The fat tranny bitch
shouldn't turn him on like that. But there was no denying it. I'd rather
have your boner than a bonus Frank thought.

   "Sure," he said. "Be there in an hour."

   A muscular man-servant showed Frank out to the extensive patio where
Reggie was waiting for him. His light blond hair was pulled up in a little
bun on the top of his head. A massive smooth skinned thigh showed in the
opening below his protruded pot belly encased in the elegant silver-white
dressing gown. Frank thought he looked pretty sexy.

  "Well," said Reggie sounding rather coy. "What would you like for you
bonus Frank?"

   Never one to beat around the bush Frank just said flat out. "I want your
cock in my mouth."

   "Odd." Said Reggie. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

   Reggie turned on his lounger so that he was sitting semi upright with
his back propped against the pillows. He slipped his pudgy thumbs into the
sash of his dressing gown and pulled to undo the tie.  The gown fell open
exposing his huge belly. Reggie spread his massive thighs. Below his pot
belly bulged his fleshy pubis mound. It hooded the top and sides of his
cock like some quivering hollowed out pink melon. Only three inches of
Reggie's cock protruded beyond his fat pubis with another, perhaps four
inches buried within it. His thick scrotum melded with the fat between his
legs.

   Frank crawled up onto the lounger positioning himself between Reggie's
fat legs. He took Reggie's short thick cock into his mouth. His tongue
played over the head and shaft causing Reggie to moan.  Frank pressed
forward burying his face in the soft fat on Reggie's pubis mound. The
bottom of his pot belly pressed against Frank's forehead. Reggie squirmed
as Frank took his cock deeper into his mouth.

   Reggie's heavy breathing became fitful as Frank continued to suck his
cock. God. He was fucking good at it. Reggie reached around his ponderous
girth to grasp hold of Frank's head. He pulled him in at the same time
arching his back and pressing his hot flesh into him, burying Frank's
face. All was a concerted effort to shove his hard cock as far into Frank's
mouth as it could possibly go. Reggie was going to cum. He held tight.
Arched his back. Pushed and pulled at the same time. Then screamed out loud
when he came. And at the very same instant Frank, the fat tranny's
transporter came in his pants.

   The end