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I was a simple man of well-being. Nothing ever given to me, nor was
there anything I felt I could not obtain. The odd jobs of my youth and early
employment as a professional led to my respect, my adoration of money and the
power which it brought AND bought. It was obvious I, aggressive, possessive,
and obsessive, could not work for anyone but myself, hence the creation of the
Carter Construction Company - Randy Carter, President. It is... was... is...
the third largest construction company in the U.S. of luxury homes and office
buildings. Get to the point, man.....

At thirty-five I just oversee the company now, virtually retired by
choice. I surrounded myself with trustworthy, capable, and especially
obedient people. My wife Suzanne, now president (tax dodge), me CEO , and
our numerous houses across the U.S. all had time to be with each other.
Suzanne, 5 years my junior, was... is... was my faithful companion for these
last ten years. She always did as I ordered... I mean asked. She was
something I wanted and got. She IS beautiful... 34B-24-35, five foot four
(The same height as myself.), 110 pounds, and shoulder-length blond hair.
Those longing brown eyes deceivingly bled SEX. Unfortunately she was more
like a corpse in bed which I attributed to her strict religious upbringing.
If I wanted GOOD SEX, I could always buy it. Suzanne was the showpiece for
my public appearances, just to let everyone know how great I was... am...
was. My shrink said I was Napoleon, or suffered Napoleon complex or some
shit like that. Never did follow-up after that one session... Get on with it!

It started only a month ago. My strength, although not a great amount
physically, was slowly draining from my body. I could hardly get out of bed
in the morning. Suzanne suggested a visit to the doctor which I obviously
declined stating, "I can work this out myself." It was not until the ol'
sex pistol, my proud prick, would no longer function. I refuse to be impotent!
Suzanne recommended a doctor who Cara, our good friend and board memeber, had
mentioned to her at a dinner after a board meeting. I greatly respected Cara
and knew she would never steer me wrong. I was surprised Suzanne remembered
the doctor's name, since our last meeting was nearly six weeks ago and as usual
I did not attend. It was during these meetings I checked the books to make
sure the board wasn't ripping me off.

Following the directions Suzanne had given me, I found the doctor's
office. Since Cara recommended this doctor, I guess I should not have been
surprised to see it was a woman. After a standard physical, the doctor gave
me a shot, a bottle of 500 capsules, and the instructions to take two each
morning and each night. She also asked if I could "get away from it all".
I told her I had an isolated house on a private lake surrounded by 200 odd
acres of wooded land. Sounding unimpressed she simply said to go there.
I explained my great importance to my company to which she explained that it
was the concerns of JUST that company which was the cause of my failing
health.

Suzanne and I flew up to Mackinac, Mich., and drove to the isolated house.
It had been sometime, six months I think, since we'd been here. We only stay
a week at the most in any of our houses until I have to sneak back for a day
or so to one of our offices to be sure things were running right. I do love
the huge living room here...the giant brick fireplace, the high cathedral
ceiling, the double sliding glass doors which opened to the redwood deck
overhanging the three acre lake. Peace and tranquility were here... Where
was I???

The first week was peaceful, still couldn't get it up, but it was a
peaceful week. Suzanne, concerned by my weakened state, brought me breakfast
in bed every morning. After the first week, however, I had gotten worse.
Suzanne would have to help me out of bed and would help walk me out to the
deck so I might get some of the warm August sun. Whatever that bitch doctor
gave me wasn't working, but Suzannne insisted I give the pills and the peace
of mind some time to do their work. And WORK they DID!!! Monday, the eighth
day here was the beginning of the end.

Suzanne had picked up the breakfast tray from the bed and handed me
the usual two capsules and glass of water. After taking my pills, Suzanne
returned from the kitchen to help me from the bed for my walk to the deck and
the cushioned chase lounge. When we entered the living room I was surprised
to see the heavy drapes drawn over the glass doors. When I asked about this
Suzanne mumbled something about not to worry and it'll be taken care of.
I slowly staggared, Suzanne gripping my arm, to the draped glass doors, but
instead of opening them, Suzanne just stopped in front of them. It was then
I noticed them... hidden in the folds of the drapes were hanging chains with
cuffs on the end... on the floor, another set anchored firmly, set a good six
feet apart. Suzanne said I would get more exposure this way than on the
lounge. I had no power to force a change of mind and my objections were
futile. She cuffed the right wrist first, then the left. She continued to
the floor... first the left ankle, then she surprised me by pulling my right
leg out so far I thought I would split, made an adjustment by unhooking the
cuff from the chain and rehooking it closer to the floor mount, locking my
legs wide open. I now hung limp as a rag doll until scheming Suzanne walked
to the far wall and pulled on some cables. I was then taut as a guitar
string. This WAS the beginning of the end...

As Suzanne was securing the cables to the wall, I looked myself over.
It sickened me. My muscles appeared to have atrophied, loose skin hung at
by biceps, thighs, chest and belly. I looked horrible stretched out like this.
My firm 34 inch waist was now as slim as my wife's, but sagging skin surrounded
it. My self-observations were interrupted upon Suzanne's return. She held a
large, I guess 32 ounce, cup which contained something that looked like a milk
shake. "Drink it!", was all she said and held it to my lips. It was no big
deal as I always felt dehydrated anyway lately, but I didn't like her tone.
When I finished, she left to the kitchen with the empty glass. When she
returned, I was made aware of her presence by her pulling a ball-gag into
my mouth and securing it. It had a small hole in the center which aided
somewhat in my breathing. As I continued to face the drapes, I could hear my
devious wife rustling around the room. It was then I felt the end of a rubber
device, rather large, being inserted into my asshole. Then an airy pumping
sound and a swelling in my ass told me I had a Bardox in me... correction...
more pumping... A DOUBLE bardox. The two balloons, one in my ass, the other
blocking the outside of my ass, were pumped up until they nearly met, with
only the stretched anal membrane preventing them from kissing each other.
Suzanne then appeared down at my limp prick with what appeared to be a large,
deflated balloon. She pulled the open end over my entire cock and balls and
then secured it with what appeared to be a leather watchband, hooking it
tightly at the base of my cock. She then tugged the "balloon" as if to get
the wrinkles out. I saw at the very tip of the balloon a small plastic nozzle.
Pulling a rubber hose from between my legs, Suzanne attached the end of the
hose to end of the balloon. I had now come to the conclusion that I had better
not take a piss.

"There. All ready for the fun," was all Suzanne said as she made her
way to the draw cords for the drapes. With one quick pull, the drapes swung
open. I was dumbfounded at what I saw. There on the deck were two naked
women locked in a sixty-nine eating away at each other. Suzanne pulled the
large glass door open and laughingly said, "Hey you two, cut that shit. We're
ready for some real fun now!" When the two women looked up I immediately
recognized the one as that bitch doctor. The other woman I had never seen
before. The two women smiled as my wife walked out to join them. The three
women then sat in the chairs surrounding the marble deck table on which there
was three champagne bottles, one opened, an empty glass pitcher, and three
champagne glasses, two of which were half empty and the third my wife quickly
grabbed and filled to the brim. "Oh my, I nearly forgot", Suzanne quipped as
she picked up a clear plastic bottle that appeared to be twice the size of a
two-liter soda bottle which had the bottom cut off. She then pulled the
vacant fourth chair near to where I was stretched out and stood atop it.
I could see my wife had removed our bird feeder and substituted a wire cage
which held the plastic jug inverted, high and secure. She then stepped down,
kissed me on the cheek and brushed past me into the house. She returned with
a length of rubber tubing with a white cap at the end. She mounted the chair
once again and secured the cap to the threads on the suspended jug. She then
hopped down and approached me. She stood in front of me shaking a finger like
a scolding mother, smiled, and then jammed the rubber tube into the hole in the
ball-gag. I bit down but realized there was some type of reinforcement in the
hole of the gag which prevented me from squeezing off the tube.

It's difficult to continue... the doctor approached me and spilled the
beans as to what was going on.

"You should consider yourself priveleged", the doctor began. "You
have been chosen, or should I say volunteered, by your wife, to serve my race
and continue our existance. We are not of this world and we are suffering
a vast reproduction problem. Gamma and Ultra-Violet rays had created a
mutation in the male reproductive glands and impotentency is now rampant. We
have developed a method of transmutation which will end this problem for good.
Many experiments were carried out on homeless, lost souls of this planet and
now we have perfected the procedure. Now, with your various houses at our
disposal, we can begin full scale transmutations and commence the rebirth of
our race. This particular nasty situation you are in at the moment was a
stipulation of your wife's. It seems she has actually hated you for some time.
We can wait until your wife has had her fun and then we can do our tasks."

When I told her I was impotent and to look at me she just smiled and
replied, "That's just the effect of the drugs your wife gave you months before
you came to me. I gave you the same drug after our meeting and by the results
of your physical, I knew you would be ready in a week. You see, the trans-
mutation process is quite strenuous. The drugs actually buffer the human body.
The first experiment resulted in death. The muscles of the first male specimen
literally crushed him to death from the inside. This is the point of the
buffering of the male body. You'll actually enjoy the process now."

Through other ramblings from my wife and the doctor, I learned it was
a chance meeting that they met. Wouldn't you fucking know it -- I was in this
position because of chance. I had to piss but held on. I also learned Cara
had nothing to do with this. Suzanne just used her name to lend credibility
to her suggestion of the doctor. I couldn't hold my piss forever. Some
dribbled from my penis to the inside of the "balloon". I choked it off with
all my strength. Then as Suzanne was pouring her third glass of champagne, she
said to me, "Don't worry, you'll get some champagne when we're done with it."
She pushed the empty bottle aside and opened a second with a loud pop.

It was then I looked closer at the woman I had never seen before. She
was barely a woman. She had a face of a fifteen or sixteen year-old. Her
breasts were just budding, a good A cup but quite short of a B. She was only
five foot or so and about 70 to 80 pounds wet. She had very short dark hair,
combed more in a man's style than a woman's. The doctor on the other hand had
at least a 36C-26-34 figure with long black hair falling at the shoulders of
her five foot-ten inch frame. Typical I didn't notice the full features of
the women, since the first I saw them I glued my eyes naturally to their
pussies and their eating each other. Now I had the chance to look them over.
What bothered me was, I was aroused, but felt it deep in my groin, my dick
just remained limp. I actually felt like I had precum dripping inside me.
My bitch wife broke my concentration.

"I think he needs some champagne now", Suzanne directed as she slugged down
her fifth glass.

Great... give me some champagne and MAKE me piss, you bitch. I should
have guessed it was not that simple. Suzanne stood up, stripped of her shorts,
tank top and stood naked by the table near the other sitting women. She then
picked up the gallon glass vase, held it between her legs and commenced to pee
a good quart of piss in the pitcher. She then passed it on to the others who
responded in kind until the pitcher was slightly more than half-full. The
young girl gave the pitcher to my wife who promptly approached me and said,
"I told you we would give you some when we were done with it." She then stood
on the chair left next to me and slowly, teasingly, poured the contents of the
pitcher into the open top of the hanging, inverted jug. I watched the jug fill
and followed the flow down the plastic tubing until it entered the opening of
my ball-gag. I could feel the warm, salty fluid enter my mouth, but I locked
my throat to prevent entry down. The attempt was futile, for as I took a
breath, my throat opened and down streamed the fluid. I immediately started
to gag but the sudden need for air and convulsions in my throat just made the
piss travel faster down. On one gag, the piss streamed from my nose, causing
my wife to laugh hysterically. Now all I could smell was piss and nose was
snotty with the material. The liquid flowed and in no time, was deep in my
stomach.

She then took... no, Suzanne became a ... Think...Think...CONCENTRATE!
OK. Got it. The worse was now happening. I could feel nothing but a massive
piss building inside me. The women opened the last bottle of champagne when
the dam burst. The doctor shouted, "LOOK!!", as she pointed to the balloon
around my balls and dick. The balloon expanded slightly, filling with piss
and the flow began out the nozzle, into the tube. I could actually feel air
entering my ass and then a flow of warm liquid. My asshole twiched around the
the two inflated "locks" on either end of my entrance. I pissed for what was
at least three minutes. My wife knew the piss I drank would run right through
me. Funny, but I actually got a slight buzz from the piss. Maybe all the
alcohol wasn't removed by the women's systems and my body absorbed the rest. I
arched my neck forward after my piss and saw the balloon around my balls and
dick swollen to about 3 - 4 inches in diameter. I guess my internal body
forces were holding the piss in the balloon at bay. I felt full and my stomach
rose a bit, but fortunately no real pain.

"Pee time!!!!", my wife giggled as she again picked up the pitcher from
the table and placed it between her knees and once again began to fill the
picher with her piss. This time, the pee looked more like water, soda water.
It hardly had any of the previous yellow tinge. I knew I couldn't take much
more of this as my wife placed the pitcher on the deck. The doctor and girl
then, each in turn, squatted over the pitcher to do their thing. The yellow
was returning - I guess these two always pissed yellow. My wife quickly
grabbed the picher, jumped onto the chair, and, not slowly this time, dumped
the pitcher of piss into the inverted jug. My body, my throat, seemed a bit
more prepared and swallowed the contents with just a few gags. The quantity
was at least as much as, if not more than, the first. Again my groin
convulsed less than a few minutes after my consuming the piss cocktail.
The balloon surrounding my cock and balls expanded a inch more and then the
fluid again began to work into my rectum. Now I felt like I was about to
explode.

I hung there, a five inch piss-filled balloon around the base of my
cock and at least a quart and a half of piss in my ass. The women continued
to talk and laugh. My wife no longer sat in her chair, but rested her butt
right on top of the pitcher, like a small toilet, peeing slightly now & then.
My stomach was swollen. My ass felt like it would burst. I then noticed my
wife wasn't always peeing when she dribbled into the pitcher. She was, the
bitch, cumming, off and on. She really liked the punishment I was enduring.
Then, as she finished dribbling a bit into the pitcher, she arose and walked
toward me with a devilish grin on her face.

"I told you the medicine would work," she said as she patted my bloated belly.
"Look how you are filling out...nice and plump. But you know once your empty
you will thin down again and get that saggy skin back around your skinny waist.
Yeeecchh!!! Maybe we should always keep you full. Look at these nipples",
she said as she pulled on my sagging chest,"They're getting big, aren't they?"
I looked to see indeed they were twice the size as normal... more like pencil
erasers. The area surrounding them had also widened to about the size of a
half-dollar. I tried to piss, but the pressure in balloon was hard to dis-
place. Some piss entered the balloon, then I could feel more squeeze into
my already plump stomach. "Funny you never saw or ever will see me pregnant",
Suzanne continued. "But I'm gonna get to see YOU pregnant!!" With that, she
grabbed the balloon around my still limp dick and balls and SQUEEZED. The
flow forced my body to expand in ways it never knew it could. The cramping
began in force and I slumped, suspended, in a daze, hearing Suzanne laughing
and seeing her through watered eyes, rub my bloated belly. The forces in my
stomach pushed on my bladder and the balloon between my legs filled to its
five inch diameter again. "Look," Suzanne shouted, "he wants more!" She
squeezed the balloon again and the swelling pain put me into semi-conciousness.
The last I remembered at that point was hearing Suzanne say "Pee time" again.

What's next... I was suspen... No No..... GOT IT! I awoke to find
myself laying on the kitchen table. The table had a bedsheet on it. My legs
and arms were strapped down. I don't know how long I was out. I felt cold.
When I glanced at my body, I could see most of the sagging was gone... but...
my God was I skinny... and hairless. My arms and legs were as thin....no...
thinner than my wife's... as well as was my waist. My chest was slightly
swollen and my nipples and the surrounding area were still quite large.
I looked down to see a raging hard-on!!! I was cured!!! Patches with wires
were attached at points on my dick and balls, maybe 3 or 4 patches total. The
wires led to a machine on the countertop which had periodically flashing red
lights. That feeling hit again. I had a hard-on but felt a churning more in
my stomach area than in my balls. I couldn't understand it...

"He's ready," the doctor stated as she began to peel the patches from my prick
and balls. My wife and the doctor then undid my straps and helped me up to a
sitting position. The room spun around and I'm sure I was swaying back and
forth. "This is gonna be great," I heard my wife say as the two pulled me to
my feet. They wandered me into the huge living room where I saw what appeared
to be a large metal chest in the center of the room. I was led in front of the
two foot high box. I saw it had a white plastic top and was about three feet
wide and six feet long. Wires ran from the box to another electronic gizmo
about the size of a large stereo speaker. It had lights and knobs on it. The
women helped me climb up on the white plastic. I stood high above them now and
was regaining my balance finally, when I noticed, ahead of me about ten or
twelve feet, the young girl. Unlike my wife and the doctor, she was still
completely nude. Her short dark hair, budding breasts, and near hairless pussy
was a sight to behold.

The girl approached the box I was on and stepped up, never once taking
her eyes off my raging hard-on. She reached forward and grabbed my dick and
once again, the feeling in my groin began, not my balls. I swear I felt like
I was cumming inside myself. The doctor walk to the other gizmo, flicked a
switch, adjusted some knobs, and the white plastic the little girl and I stood
on, began to glow a light blue. "Begin," was all the doctor said and the girl
came closer. Never letting my dick out of sight, she moved in, grabbed my
eight inch shaft, and slowly climed aboard. She was tight... the first two
inches of my dick took minutes to enter. Then my little lover looked me in the
eyes, smiled, put her arms around my shoulders and without a pause, slammed her
cunt down the remaining six inches. I was in ecstacy. She rode me like no
WOMAN ever had. A buzzing sound started and suddenly both the girl and I were
bathed in a blinding blue light. I continued to hump away. I was lost in the
frenzy. Again, not my balls, but my groin began to convulse. It was an erotic
feeling I had never felt before, and it was getting stronger. In and out I
drove my prick into the girl. My dick and balls were becoming numb. She must
be too tight. In and out I went... in and out I went... the light and buzzing
was an added show. My groin was convulsing. I felt a tingling in my nipples
and my chest grew taught. Pull out.. no pull off...I felt like my dick was
being squeezed back into MY body. As if the girl had turned my shaft inside
out. I could feel my numbed dick now going in and out of MY body. I began to
convulse wildly. I was riding MY OWN PRICK AND IT WAS GREAT!!! There was a
brilliant final flash of light, my body bucked as I felt my dick finally pull
out of my body and liquid oozed down my leg.... MY DICK OUT OF MY BODY????? As
I regained my composure, I looked at my child lover who had the brightest
twinkle in her eye and the wryest grin on her face. As she backed away from me
... I gasped... fell to my knees... and passed out.

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Then I... she... the doctor said... no, no... THINK-MAN-THINK....yes,
the last thing I remembered seeing was the little girl backing away from me.
She had an eight inch hard-on with cum dripping from the end. As I regained
conciousness, I realized I was in a familar suspended position in front of the
sliding glass doors again. I was naked. At least I didn't have anything
shoved up my ass this time, no gag either. As I looked to see if my dick and
balls were free also, a sight of horror struck my eyes. My dick was gone!!!
I now had a near hairless pussy to match my hairless body. I gaped in terror
and amazement at my pussy. The light reflected off the glass doors and in
the reflection, I could see, what I would consider, a DAMN GOOD LOOKING WOMAN,
except for the tiny tits. Great nipples - but no tit. My God, I was talking
TO myself ABOUT myself. The horror left me and was replaced by fascination.

"Well, well", it was the doctor, "I see our new FRIEND is finally awake."
I arched my head around to see both my wife and the doctor approach me. They
were dressed in flowing sundresses, the kind with a halter-style top. My wife
wore white, the doctor a bright yellow. When I asked what they had done to me
and demanded answers, I noticed a squeaking voice come from my throat. I even
TALK like a woman! I demanded to know why they turned me into a woman. My
wife began to speak, but the doctor motioned for her silence as she began to
explain:
"I TOLD you we were a dying race. You have just gone through
the transmutation process I spoke of earlier. We pass the male
hormonal and physical attributes on to one of our young, who will
then assume the role of a male in our society. The process has
been perfected and we have already had successes on our planet.
Thanks to your wife, ex-wife I should say, we can now continue
the process all over the U.S., at your various dwellings across
the country. She is considered a planetary heroine where I come
from. As far as YOUR future is concerned, it is all quite simple.
Your wife will run your business. The way you always sneak in and
out of your offices, miss all board meetings, no one will even miss
you, at least Suzanne thinks so. You even think you are the CEO!
Your bad attendance prompted a vote and with Suzanne controlling
your vote, she was unanimously elected CEO, telling everyone you
preferred to retire early. You should have attended that last
meeting..."

Suzanne carried the conversation at that point:
"I agreed to help Gwelden, your doctor here, if she would agree
to my stipulations. She did, and here you are my dear. As far
as being turned into a woman, you are far from a woman even
though you may closely resemble one. I want you to be the best
woman any man could have, and I intend to follow this through to
the end."

The doctor broke in:
"You see, we buffered your system by giving you doses of a special
mutated female hormone. This just made the transferrence of your
reproductive system a bit easier... less shock. After Suzi had
her fun with you, we began the simple task of plastic surgery.
That's how we got rid of your wrinkles - just pulled the skin a
bit tighter. Put some of the excess material in your butt to
plump it up and around the hips. We keep trying to get the hormone
to develope genuine breasts, but as you see, we don't have it
quite right yet. The hair on your body is gone for good and
your new pussy will not grow any more either. One nice aspect
though is the hair on your head will accelerate in growth. These
are just due to the effects of the post-mutation injection. If
we did not give the injection after the transmutation, you would
have died. Your wife is no beast."

Suzanne then started:
"Don't worry, my dear, about your breasts or figure. Gwelden and
her advanced science took care of that. You see, inside your chest
are tits just waiting to sprout. Your hips can be bigger too, if
I want them to. What the good doctor here did for you is insert
membranes under your chest and at the hips. I can fill them with
liquid silicone to any size I want. The strategically placed
freckles under your arms and at the hips are the filling ports."

I strained my head to see ordinary looking freckles under my arms and
couldn't tell which of the numerous freckles at my hips Suzanne was talking
about.

The doctor continued:
"Your larynx has been slightly altered to give you the feminine
voice you hear. Your mental state will completely revert to a
feminine attitude. Your memory of ever being a man will eventually
disappear and you will always know yourself to be a woman. Yes,
you will menstruate, can get pregnant, and your wife wanted you
to be especially sexually aroused. This is not what we normally
do, but Suzi and I do have an agreement. Your own memory will be
gone in less than 48 hours and you will have the memories replaced
by one's of your wife's, oops, ex-wife's, design."

Suzanne cut Gwelden short:
"But while you know who you are, or were, my darling, I want you
to experience a "special" love. The kind you gave me on our
honeymoon. That special, caring love."

When I heard those words I grew quite scared. I remembered the
honeymoon as a wham bam thank you m'am to some sort of corpse of a bride. She
just laid there while I banged her, but she was always like that in bed. "You
knew I was a virgin," Suzanne was raising her voice. "I waited twenty years
for what I wanted as a true, special love and all you did was simply rape me.
I could have got what I got from you on that special night in any back room of
any bar in the U.S. Gwelden surprised me with a statement earlier after your
transmutation. She said at separation of the subjects, a rebirth of the sex
organs occurs. It is the organs' way of preparing themselves for a new body.
Not done purposely, but it just happens. So you see my darling BRIDE, you are
now MY virgin bride!!!"

With that, Suzanne pulled the sundress over her head to reveal her
naked body. Naked with the exception of a 10 inch long, 3 inch wide, strap-on
dildo! She walked in front of me and used the exact words I had said on our
honeymoon, "Get ready for the best love you ever had!" With those words, she
stood between my spread-eagled legs and stared for a moment into my eyes, a
cold stare. Then, without hesitation, grabbed the base of her "cock", and
shoved the full 10 inch length into me. I screamed in pain. The dildo was
roughly scraping the insides of my pussy. I looked down to see a trickle of
blood, the traces of my deflowering. Suzanne continued to pump in and out with
reckless abandon, grunting with each inward thrust of her "cock". I now know
what she felt. I hated her at this very moment. I was not even getting
aroused. I was sickened by the brutality being waged on my body. All I could
do is wait for her to tire. This was worse for me since I came about 3 minutes
after fucking my bride, she won't lose HER hard-on and already I had endured
more than 10 minutes of this. Tears of sadness welled in my eyes. It must be
the drugs! I NEVER cried tears of sadness nor joy. Now I began to ball like a
baby. Suzanne gave one final groan and deep shove, convulsed, and fell to the
floor. Cum ran down her leg, none down mine. She composed herself, stood once
again in front of my face and wispered, "Don't worry. This memory will be gone
soon. I would not give you a memory such as I had to live with all my life.
I would wish this hell on no one. I just wanted you to know what you had done
to me. How you killed me that night." She wiped the tears from my eyes and
the ones forming in her own, kissed me on the cheek and left.

Gwelden removed the restraints from my limp body and walked me over to
the kitchen. The table had a new, blue bed sheet on it and she helped me up on
to the table. Telling me it was for the good of all, she secured the ankle,
wrist, and waist restaints and I lay there wondering what would happen next.
I slept and had the most bizarre dreams of my life. In each one, I was a woman
who loved sex. I even made it with a DOG!!!

I awoke to gentle caresses across my temples. Suzanne stood over me,
smiling. "You're a naughty girl," she said as she pointed to a dampened area
of the sheet between my legs. "You must have had SOME dreams, my sweet."
"Let's get started," Gwelden said as she pulled two rubber tubes forward. The
ends of the tubes had needles on them and she inserted them into the specific
freckles under my arms. "How big?" asked the doctor. "I'm not quite sure..."
was Suzi's reply. "Let's just see as we go along." The doctor nodded and
I felt a flowing sensation in the right side of my chest. As I watched, my
right breast went from a small mound, an inch and a half outward, to 2...3...
4...5..."Stop!!!" Suzi shouted. I looked like a freak. Flat on the left, and
a "jug" on my right. It had grown taut and then "pillowed" over. The nipple
matched the size of the tit quite well. Suzanne grabbed my big tit and swung
it back and forth; lightly slapped it; and rolled my responding nipple between
her fingers. "Perfect," was Suzi's declaration. The same sensation began in
my left breast. Soon, it too was as large as the right. I could no longer see
my pussy, or my feet for that matter, due to my now obstructed view. My tits
felt heavy on my chest, but not too bad. They sure looked good. "What about
the hips?" the doctor inquired. "I think we'll leave them as is. You did a
good job in surgery," was Suzi's reply. The women disappeared from view for
a while, chatting. Then I felt the medical "patches" being attached to my
temples. A set of headphones were placed over my ears. Then I felt a sharp
prick at the base of my neck. Before the voice started in the headphones I
heard, "That microchip will keep her hotter than any woman you...."

The pleasant, feminine voice began:
"My name is Sandy Williams. I was born to Ted and Victoria Williams...
I was orphaned at age six.........I wandered for the next........
Sex is always so much fun for me.......If I hadn't met Suzanne Carter
I would be dead. I owe everything to Suzanne....... I would do any-
thing for Suzanne........"

I finally pulled my left wrist from the restraint. Quickly I undid my
other bonds and the patches from my skull....

So please help me!! My name is Sandy.... Randy Carter... This is not a phoney
story... I just heard a door close. I need help now.... I'm in ...Illinois...
no, no Wiscon.... Indian..........SHIT!!......<CTRL-S>