Candy Coated 4: A Taste of Submission

By Lyka Bloom

Ben wants to get closer to his wife, to make Kathy understand that he needs her, too. Unfortunately, Ben has turned to Doctor Courtney Tollwyn for help. The lusty therapist and her transformation-inducing candies are going to turn the marriage upside-down.

As Ben is feminized, his wife becomes a sexier version of herself, and soon she's taking charge of the house and discovering a whole new line of work as a cam model.

This first-person story set in the Candy Coated universe is presented from the transformee's point of view, a first-person descent into a life of sissy submission!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Sep 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005765743

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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CANDY COATED 4:

A Taste of Submission

by Lyka Bloom

CANDY COATED 4:

A Taste of Submission

First Edition. September 2, 2022 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2022 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

This is a work of fiction. All names, places, likenesses, events, and incidents are fictional, and are in no way intended to describe actual events.

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The office sat in a row of like buildings, small homes that I imagined were built in the 1940s, constructions made for GIs coming home. Time and location had made the area less residential, and so these former homes became offices for specialty medical practices in town. Have a problem with your shoulder? You were going to end up at one of the offices here. Likewise, podiatrists and oncology specialists called the swarm of buildings home for their practices. And one other.

Dr. Courtney Tollwyn was a relationship expert and therapist. It was strange that I should be coming here because outwardly I had the perfect life. I'd been married for three months, and Katherine was amazing. A girl next door type with big green eyes and deep brown hair, she had this way of biting her lip when she smiled that broke your heart. We met on the back end of college and I fell for her hard. One of my rare moments of good luck came when I learned she liked me, too. Unfortunately, her regard for me and my regard for myself were vastly different. Kathy, as she was familiarly known, thought I hung the stars. I was a well-built guy, after all. Part of my supplementary college money came from a cross-country scholarship. They didn't give full rides for that sort of thing at my school, but it kept me in great shape.

The problem was, I'd grown up rough. Dad bailed early, Mom was a nightmare of her own, and when my younger brother was born, he soaked up what attention my parents had portioned for their children. I moved out at sixteen and never looked back. The problem was, it made me colder than I wanted. There were parts of me, some of them wounded and raw parts, that I simply didn't allow Kathy to see.

A week before I found myself outside Tollwyn's office, Kathy and I were watching TV at home. A stream and chill kind of night. She was tucked against me in the crook of my shoulder and had her head on my chest, running circles over my stomach while the screen flickered.

An hour and a half, she said.

What? I had to clear my throat and blink hard to shake the encroaching sleep that I'd almost fallen into.

That's how long it's been since you spoke.

Oh. Sorry. Zoning out, I guess.

No, she said. It's you, Ben.

What do you mean?

I wonder sometimes if you really need me.

What are you talking about? I asked, raising and lifting her with me. I took her hands, looked her in the eye, those big green pools, and showed her my focus was on her and nothing else. How could you even think that?

It's not an insult, baby. She laughed, touched my cheek. She was smiling, but there was something hurt in her eyes, too. It's who you are. I didn't mean to upset you, it's just something I thought. I know you love me. But I don't think you need me, not the way I need you. You're my air, Ben. I'd die without you.

You don't think I feel that way?

I know you think you do, but you've had to survive without love for so long... It's fine, baby. Really. I'm not mad or upset or anything. Probably just me being oversensitive and crazy.

I love you, I repeated. It was all I knew to do. It was true, and I felt it in every fiber of my body.

I know. I love you, too, Ben.

And she kissed me, and the next thing I knew she was straddling me, and we were making love on the couch. She had small breasts, but delicious dark nipples I liked to tease while she rode me. After, it felt like the whole business was forgotten, but it gnawed at me.

And so, there I was, jogging across a gray pavement and up a ramp covered by green astroturf. For wheelchairs, I supposed. There was a bell over the door that chimed in a digital sing-song when I entered and found myself gaping at the receptionist.

Hiya! she chirped.

It