Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 07:39:05 -0700 (PDT) From: sasha Steele Subject: Tran World - Episode One Sometime in the future In a place very much like earth A special race of men have achieved immortality They are the elite of a new world order In their society, women, as we know them, do not exist These are their stories TRAN WORLD Episode One The Unveiling by Sasha Steele Prologue Immortality is not without its problems. Though Transworldians do not age or become ill, there can be accidents, and heaven forbid, even fatalities. The attrition is taken up through cloning. New Transworldians are brought into being at what we might call a biological age of 21 years old. At that time they are juniors in an Empire tran state learning institution. Four years later, at graduation, they are fully matured and can live forever. But accidental death, because it is rare, is not the greatest problem facing Transworld. No, it is far more mundane than that. It is simply boredom. Transworld immortals are pleasure seeking beings. Over indulgence runs supreme, overweightedness is a normal condition, and open sexuality is highly evolved. And so our story begins at a school dedication ceremony with the unveiling of a plaque... A class of boytran juniors was specifically requested as the token school body representatives for the ceremony. And so a class of 15 students sat very bored and fidgeting in the front row. The remainder of the audience consisted of school officials, politicians and other dignitaries. The juniors were instructed to wear their full school dress uniform, which consisted of a navy blazer with the school crest on it, a white blouse with a short blue-green tartan necktie. The tie material matched their tartan mini skirts, which were pleated except for the flat front panel. Navy knee socks and black chunky-heel lace up shoes completed the school uniform, except for underwear, which, too, was uniform. Trans-school uniform undergarments consisted of white Lycra panties and bra. The panties were plain, had a panel waist band, the leg holes high cut, a full seat, and a fitted peenal pouch. The brassieres were also plain and had soft, low-profile padded cups. Tranjan, a pretty blond trans-school junior, sat third in form the left. His nervous tension had stretched beyond boredom. Tranjan had suppressed a need to pee before taking his seat, and now, as one boring speaker after another took the podium, it had become apparent. Tranjan tapped his heel while squeezing his knees together. His right hand was shoved between his legs, pressed against his panty peenal pouch under the short skirt in an attempt to alleviate the pressure from his bladder. A ten minute break came in the ceremony. Everybody got up to stretch. Still clutching himself, Tranjan went off to find a place where he could pee. The complex was sprawling. He found a secluded spot, spread his legs and lifted his uniform skirt up so that he could watch his pee flowed through the peenal pouch of his panties. Wetting his panties always aroused Tranjan, and so he had a semi erection. His panty pouch saturated at the tip of his swollen cock on its underside. A flow broke through. Tranjan bore down. A strong stream formed and splashed noisily on the marble floor, building a puddle between his shoes. It felt good to finally relieve himself. "Ahhhh," Tranjan sighed as he stood stooped over, intent on watching himself wet his panties. "Ahhhhhhh." Tranjan's antics were typical of juniors who regularly wet themselves as a matter of course. So were not considered overly strange. But they had not gone unnoticed. Particularly by the main guest, who was now standing in the wings, and for whom this ceremony was in honor of. Heenan Manstran was a wealthy and powerful elitist who had funded the school for several years. The ceremony was a token of appreciation, for which Heenan normally would not have personally attended. But as he was in the city on business, decided that he would. It was he who had dictated the details of the ceremony, and particularly that a class of junior boytrans should attend. When traveling on business Heenan brought neither his manwife nor manstress with him, preferring to satisfy his lust by other means. Watching Tranjan's antics as the boytran sat in the front row, and later as the junior wet his panties, Heenan felt a great need begin to arise within himself. The beautiful boytran's fine shoulder length blond hair parted to the side had hung down obscuring his pretty face as he bent to watch himself pee. Heenan sighed. "Trans and Ladymen, I give you our benefactor, Heenan Manstran," he heard them announce. Juniors were not as yet caught up in the gastronomical delights of fine dining. Over indulgence in eating and the weight problems associated with gluttony were not was as yet prevalent with them, which was unlike most Transworldians. The junior's fresh new bodies were soft, delicate contours still defined beneath their smooth flawless skin. "The blond boytran, third in from the left," Heenan casually told his personal assistant before going out on stage. An applause ran over the audience as the exotically beautiful philanthropist walked out. Then a hush as he took the podium. Heenan gave a short acceptance speech, and quickly left. Tranjan was still slightly aroused when he had sat back down. He wasn't paying attention, thinking about his panty pee, when a friend tapped him on the arm to look. When Heenan Manstran walked out on stage to take the podium, his exquisite regal demeanor and corpulent beauty were very apparent. He was dressed in a pale blue business skirt-suit. His heavy legs were clad in shiny nude-tone nylon stalkings. He wore dark blue five inch heels, and blue accessories. His makeup was heavy. And his long, curly auburn color hair was in a single french braid. Elegant and practical. Tranjan was transfixed while the corpulent elitist took the podium for his short speech. He was in awe of elitists, their wealth and power, their prodigious sexuality and corpulent beauty. But what impressed him most was that Mandam Heenan Manstran had a semi erection - a condition no longer shared by Tranjan himself as his cock was now fully erect and tenting the peenal pouch of his panties straight up with the hem of his short skirt draped over its tip. Heenan's cock was very large so that even in its flaccid state it bulged out his short tight skirt below the swell of his protruding gut, its pantied tip showing slightly below the hem line. Aroused, his cock thickened and began to elongate, now stretching his pale blue panties on a downward angle, protruding them well below his hem line. Heenan appeared nonplussed as he delivered his short speech, then left the stage to a standing ovation. The emcee ended the ceremony, announcing that one lucky junior would be selected to accompany the school's benefactor for supper. The principle made the selection. The student third in from the left. "Tranjan, come see me after the luncheon for instructions, please," the principle said. "Yes Mandam." Tranjan rode over in a limo and was awe struck by the grandeur of the hotel. He was taken to the penthouse suite and ushered into Mandam Manstran's boudoir. The regal elitist sat at his vanity with his back to Tranjan. He wore a long white silk robe and high heeled ivory lounging shoes. His body was otherwise naked except for jewelry, which Heenan wore lots of. A muscular hand servant in a short black maid's uniform combed out his long curly hair while other servants fussed around the room. Looking in his mirror, Heenan watched as his guest entered. Tranjan's blazer was open, his school tie loosed, the two top buttons of his white blouse were undone and his blouse's short shirt tail was out. His erection had faded but was back in full bloom now as he took in the scene. Tranjan's hard cock tented his panties under the front panel of his little tartan skirt. When his host finally turned to him, Tranjan pinched the hem of his skirt and curtsied. Heenan cocked his arms upward, a servant taking each hand, and as soon as he stood Tranjan saw that that he too had a full erection. And Tranjan thought, judging by now far it pushed the front of his flowing gown outward past the swell of his fat stomach, Mandam Manstran's cock must have bee twice the size of his own immature seven inches. "What is your name?" "It's Jan, Mandam," Tranjan answered. "Come here Jan," Heenan said as he walked toward the large ornate and elegantly draped bed. Tranjan followed. Heenan turned to him. "So pretty," he said, running his thick fingers replete with rings and very long fingernails painted a light blue through Tranjan's fine blond hair. Tranjan wore little jewelry himself, and very little makeup, only that which was allowed by the school. But he was exquisite. Heenan took Tranjan by the shoulders, drew him close, and kissed him. Tranjan stood five foot eleven inches tall in his five inch high school shoes, and barely weighed 150 pounds. Heenan stood half a head taller, he too in five inch heels, and was twice Tranjan's weight. Tranjan felt his hosts massive cock press into him, and his own hard cock throbbed. "Let's have this off, shall we," Heenan said, pinching the lapels of Tranjan's blazer. Tranjan removed it, putting it on top of the silk bedsheets where Heenan pointed to, along with his school purse. "The tie too," he said. Tranjan pulled it off and threw it on the bed. Heenan undid more buttons on Tranjan's school blouse, exposing his white brassier. He placed a large soft hand on one low-rise padded cup, then ran his hand under it to the warm flesh of Tranjan's smooth chest. Heenan's fingers explored Tranjan's hard nipple causing the boytran to shudder. "Mmmmmmmm," Heenan hummed, then he kissed him again. Heenan released his captive/guest, stepped back, slightly away from him, opened his silk robe and dropped it to the floor, exposing himself in all his magnificent glory to Tranjan. He ran his fingers through his hair, pursed his lips, and turning his face toward the ceiling shook out the the curls of his long auburn color hair. Tranjan regarded his host's beautiful corpulent body. Like all Tranworlds, Heenan's fat body was hairless and his perfect skin soft and smooth - flawless. Heenan's shoulders and arms were thick, his chest heavy with fleshy man-tits. His waist was thick. His hips were big and wide. His legs were massive with powerful thighs and a huge round butt. Heenan's fat stomach protruded outward about a foot, and tucked beneath it, a soft melon-like bald pubis mound squeezed between those thighs draped over the largest hard cock that Tranjan had ever saw. Heenan's large scrotum lay against his thighs and his cock stood straight out. It was perhaps 15 inches long and very thick. Tranjan almost came in his panties. His own cock throbbed. He wanted to drop to his knees. But he waited to be instructed on what his manstress wished him to do. Tranjan had seen heavy bodies and big cocks before, not so big and large as this, but he was well versed in what was expected of juniors by the teachers and senior trans school students. Heenan posed himself, turning on angles to let Tranjan drink in all his beauty. Then he approached holding Tranjan in his heavy arms with his massive cock pressed between their bodies. "Turn around," Heenan said. His voice was deep and sultry. He was breathing heavily now. Tranjan turned his back to Heenan, who then hugged him from behind. He felt Heenan's fat gut against his back and his massive cock pressed against the side of his round bum. Heenan took hold of Trajan's erection, moving his hand slowly back and forth along the smooth material of his panty pouch which clung to Tranjan's shaft. "Ahh," Tranjan whimpered. Heenan leaned into him and breathed heavily down his neck. Tranjan felt his oppressive weight upon him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the ceiling as Heenan kissed his neck. Heenan backed off and reached up under Tranjan's short skirt. He took hold the firm globes of the student boytran's beautiful ass kneading his buns through his panties. Tranjan hissed, drawing air through his sparkling white clenched teeth. He took hold of his own cock stroking it through his panties as his heavy set host fondled his ass. "Bend over," Heenan said pressing Tranjan's slight shoulders down toward the high standing bed. Tranjan bent over, his chest resting on the bed with the side his face against the silk sheets. Heenan lifted the back pleated portion of Tranjan's mini skirt. Tranjan's white panties cut upward on an angle toward his hips. Their shiny smooth material sank into the cleft between the globes of his round ass. "Mmmmmmm," Heenan hummed, again kneading Tranjan's gorgeous ass with his hands. Heenan leaned over sinking his face between Tranjan's cheeks. Breathing deeply through his nostrils he took in the boytran's sweet aroma. He breathed again, deeper. The earthy aroma was heaven. Then slowly Heenan withdrew Tranjan's panties from his ass, pulling them down onto his thighs. Heenan spread Tranjan's cheeks and lapped his tongue through the crack of his ass all the way from Tranjan's tight bald scrotum to his tail bone. Tranjan squirmed about on the bed as Heenan ate his asshole. Heenan wasn't silent either, "slurp, mmmmmmm, sslluurrp, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Heenan licked Tranjan's pink ring, he opened him, sucked him and reamed his hole with his togue. His mouth watered, he slurped up the juices, sucked them in, and ate the boytran's ass for a good ten minutes or more. Then it was time. "Crawl up onto the bed," Heenan told him, almost breathless now. Tranjan did as he was bid. "Over on your back. Let's get these panties off." Tranjan rolled over, lifted his knees, and drew his panties over his bare thighs, pulling them to his knees. Then Heenan took over Tranjan's panties, bringing them over his blue knee socks, which where drawn right up to his knees, and pulled them over his chunky school shoes. Heenan cupped Tranjan's panties to his nose, breathed deeply, then toss them aside. Tranjan lifted his mini skirt and spread his innocent thighs. His little 7 inch cock stood pointed straight up toward his head and close to his body. It was rock hard, throbbing, and burning at the underside near its tip as Tranjan was desperate to cum while at the same time bursting to pee. It was heaven and chaos in the same moment. Heenan straddled him on the bed, his bulk crushing down upon the frail junior tran school student - an exotic naked behemoth, with a massive hardon laid upon him. Then Heenan undid the remaining buttons on Tranjan's blouse and laid it open. Soft heavy hands with expensive jewelry on every stubby digit and long painted fingernails were spread across the smooth cups of the school bra that covered Tranjan's flat chest. Heenan looked into Tranjan's innocent blue eyes. He leaned in and kissed his mouth. Tranjan tasted the sharp tang of his own asshole on Heenan's lips and tongue. He felt Heenan's hard cock against his own throbbing member. Heenan moved downward, kissing the boytran's flat chest and belly. He moved off of him, spread Tranjan's legs and positioned himself between them. Gently Heenan started to masturbate him, slowly stroking Tranjan's little cock as if he didn't want him to cum just yet. He leaned in. Lifted it. His lips and tongue found Tranjan's bald scrotum. And then, before he knew it, Tranjan's cock was in his new manstress's mouth. Heenan sucked Tranjan's cock as hard as he had ever sucked anyone's cock before. He drew the entire shaft into his mouth. Tranjan's cock head was buried deep in his throat. Then Heenan released it, allowing the succulent shaft to slide through his lips. But not for long, as Heenan deep throated the beautiful boytran over and over again, bringing him to the verge. Tranjan had held on as long as he possible could. But now he knew that he was about to cum. "Ahh, ahh, ahh," Tranjan moaned. Heenan knew the signs. The boytran was going to cum. "Mmmmmmm." Heenan grasped Tranjan's butt and pressed on, burying Tranjan's cock deep in his throat. "Ahh, ahhh." Cum? Pee? Tranjan didn't know which. All he he knew was that the heat built up at the tip of his cock, on its underside, was unbearable. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh." He was going to cum. "Ahhh," He closed his eyes. "Ahhh." Clenched his fists as they lay back upon the soft bed. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tranjan moaned as he came in Heenan's mouth. Heenan let him. He drank every last drop of Tranjan's wonderful cum, sucked him dry and licked him clean. Heenan lifted Tranjan's legs, pressing them toward the boytran's head to open him. Tranjan felt the monster cock undulate against his own. Its massive head teased his open hole. Then it penetrated him. Heenan thrust forward his powerful hips driving his massive cock deep inside Tranjan's ass. Tranjan felt his hole stretched to the maximum, Heenan's huge hard cock inside his stomach. It hurt so good. His own cock was still semi hard. The heat at its tip again unbearable. He had to pee. "Mandam," Tranjan whined, "I have to pee." Heenan stopped his undulations, his cock throbbed inside Tranjan's asshole. He smiled. "Go ahead my sweet," he said, "I want to feel your warm pee on me." Tranjan brought pressure to bare on his bladder. Heenan felt the hot stream against the underside of his fat belly. Tranjan's strong urine saturated his skirt and ran onto the bed sheet. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," he mouthed in relief as his bladder emptied. Heenan continued to fuck him, thrusting himself deeper, and still deeper. He was breathing hard. Over and over he undulated his heavy hips as he fucked the boytran. "Ahh." Heenan was going to cum. "Ahh." He stopped his undulating. "Ahh." His voice quivered. "A, aa, awa, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Hot cum filled Tranjan's stomach as Heenan's load blew in a multitude of heavy waves. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Heenan collapsed onto the boytran, exhausted. Heenan summoned his hand maids. They undressed Tranjan, took his clothes to be cleaned and ran a bubble bath. Heenan sat in the ornate bathtub sipping fine wine. His long auburn hair was piled on the top of his head. A maid washed his back with exotic oils. Another fed him chocolates. Tranjan sat in the other end of the large tub. Maids pampered and cleaned him. They left the hotel hand in hand. Tranjan was back in his school uniform, properly done up. Heenan wore an elegant silver-white evening gown. A short limo ride and they arrived at the most exquisite restaurant in the city. Tranjan watched his host savor his food. And he knew what he wanted to be like when he finished his schooling. End Sasha Steele sashadanka@yahoo.com If you want more Tran World stories. More Idle Prince, Trans State, Fat City or Booty Banging, please let me know.