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Bob [or Guinea Pig II] [4/4]
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Joe's hair was brushed down his back and his headpiece put on; its
veil falling from a crown of fabric blossoms, lace, and pearls. He
was handed a bouquet of flowers, only to discover that it artfully
concealed a white satin covered wire which was locked around his
waist, and a pair of handcuffs, which were fastened on his wrists.
With Joe's hands secured, the veil was arranged so that it draped
over him, a chiffon cage which covered everything but concealed
nothing. Joe was helped to the bed, seated, and then the maids
came for Bob.
Bob had expected to be dressed identically to Joe, but this was not
to be. Instead, he looked like a mermaid in white satin; his skirt
being of the sheath type rather than the bouffant type that Joe
wore. Bob's shoes were white satin pumps with six inch heels, and
he wore a big wide hat from which his veil fell. His skirt was
extremely tight, all the way down to his ankles, which was why he'd
been given the somewhat normal shoes to wear. Even so, he could
only take steps of about three inches. Bob wore the same type of
harness as his dad and his breasts were similarly exposed.
Joe Watson was actually relieved as he tip-toed up the aisle
escorted by Gloria who, dressed in a black tuxedo, helped him to
keep his balance. Think about it. What can be more humiliating
for a man, than to go to a wedding as a bride, handcuffed, absurdly
huge tits hanging out, with cocks wedged in his pussy, ass, and
throat, to be given away by his ex-wife? Nothing, that's what.
"After this, it's all downhill." Thought Joe, wondering for a second
if life as a cheap whore might not be preferable to this. He didn't
think about it very long, for he knew that he was locked into his
new life just as securely as those dildos were locked into his cunt
and asshole.
In front of the assembled guests, Gloria presented Joe to Miguel.
Taking Miguel's hand, she placed it in the crook of Joe's elbow,
signifying the transfer of her interest in Joe to Miguel. Joe could do
nothing but stare straight ahead, standing arm in arm with his
husband to be, while Gloria returned for Bob.
Monica served as the maid of honor, and when Joe was asked: "Do
you, Joseph Robert Watson, take this man, Miguel Gonzales, to be
your bounden owner, master, and husband, undertaking to obey his
every wish, serve his every need, and remain a faithful and
submissive wife, slave, and lover to him, for as long as he may care
to keep you." She answered, "He does."
The ceremony was repeated for Bob and Hector and thus father
and son became sisters-in-law. Once the vows had been sealed it
became apparent why the wedding gowns were designed the way
they were, as Joe and Bob received their wedding rings.
14. Chapter
Joe was mistaken in thinking that his humiliations would end after
his wedding. He would face new ones every day; starting the day
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after his wedding. The night of their wedding, Miguel had taken his
new bride in every manner imaginable. Miguel's manly vigor was
unflagging and for the first time in his new body, Joe's subliminal
appetites were sated.
Joe awoke in bed alone the next morning. Grateful that Miguel
wasn't there, he went to the bathroom and gargled to get the taste
of cum out of his mouth. Joe came back into the bedroom. His
teeth were missing and there was no clothing for him to wear. He
climbed back into bed and waited.
Joe looked up as the door opened and saw two maids enter the
room. They were giggling and carrying a large case."Good morning
Mrs. Gonzales." Said one.
"We're here to help you pack." Said the other.
"I'm not Mrs. Gonzales, my name is Joe Watson."
"That's not what Mr. Gonzales said, and I notice that you're
wearing his ring." Said the first maid and they both started
giggling. Joe looked down and saw that the satin sheet had slid
down to reveal his right breast with the permanently sealed gold
band swinging from the piercing in the nipple. Embarrassed, he
pulled up the sheets and shut up.
Joe walked out and sat on the bed. The two maids had been more
than thorough in helping him through his morning toilette. He'd
protested when one of the maids produced an enema bag and he
was told to bend over the sink. She explained that they had their
orders; he was to be 'cleaned out' for his trip to his new home, and
Joe actually enjoyed the new experience of having his bowels filled
with hot soapy water.
The maids came out from cleaning up the bath and Joe asked
them; "Where are my teeth and clothes?"
"They have all been packed for the trip."
"I thought you were here to help me pack."
"We are, but you may have misunderstood. We are here to help
pack you!" One of them rolled the big trunk to the center of the
room, set it on it's side and lifted the top off. Joe saw the LV
pattern on the outside, he hadn't been aware that they made
anything like this; trust Miguel to have only the best.
"Mrs. Gonzales. If you please." Joe kept his mouth shut and
walked over to the trunk. A maid helped him step into it and had
him kneel down, putting his knees into openings that had been
molded for them. The inside of the box was made of some sort of
very soft material topped with a layer of foam covered with satin.
The maid placed some type of cover over Joe's calves and buckled
it into place. "Sit back please."
Joe did as directed but felt something pushing at his cunt and
asshole. He looked back and saw the maid attempting to guide,
what looked like, two long lubricated dildos into him. "What the
....?" Said Joe, but at that instant the other maid put her hands on
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Joe's shoulders and pushed down. Joe gasped as the rigid
projections impaled him.
"There you go. We want you to be comfortable for your trip. Now
put your arms in these holes and lean forward. There were two
holes in the lining outside of two deep depressions that were
obviously intended to hold his breasts. Joe inserted his hands into
the holes and leaned forward, the maid guided his breasts into the
indentations. Joe's arms went down and then forward as far as they
could go where Joe's hands felt like they were in gloves. "I hope
you are comfortable Mrs. Gonzales. Please hold still until we are
finished."
Joe wanted to tell her to knock off the Mrs. Gonzales crap, but did
as he was told. There was a click and Joe felt something shut
around each wrist. He tried to pull his arms out, but they were
immobilized. The last attachment was installed. A depression
shaped as to hold a face, with a rubber phallic shape projecting
from it. Joe offered no resistance as the maid pushed his head
down. As the dildo entered his mouth, Joe noticed it was hollow.
"Just breathe through it." Was the only advice offered as Joe's face
was pushed down into the soft satin lining that molded itself to him.
The maids put the top on and pushed it down. Joe felt himself
confined in tight satin. "It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic"
he thought.
After the buckles had been fastened, the maids completed their last
task. Each took a hand pump and attaching them to fittings
outside the trunk, began to stroke. As the rubber lining under the
satin inflated. Joe felt himself constricted tightly; no part of his
body, not even a finger, could be moved at all. Finished, the maids
called a porter who set the trunk upright, put it on his handtruck
and pushed it to the airfield. Suspended inside the trunk, Joe was
aware of only the slightest sense of movement.
Airborne in their private jet, Miguel and Hector enjoyed fine wines
and shared tales of their wedding night exploits. Strapped to the
floor were the two identical trunks in which Joe and Bob travelled.
"You know brother, it's not fair that we enjoy such luxury while
our brides travel without any diversion whatsoever."
"As always, you are correct Hector." Said Miguel. "Allow me to
repair that deficiency."
Miguel went over to the trunks where he plugged a cable into a
receptacle on each. Returning to his seat, he pushed a button.
"There, that should provide them some entertainment."
Inside the darkness of his bondage. Joe heard music; soft violins.
Then the dildo in his pussy vibrated faintly. It ended quickly, but
then the one in his ass twitched. Then his breasts felt as though
they were being massaged. What started out as a gentle teasing
increased in duration and intensity. Joe lost all sense of time and
space, aware only of was the dildos pumping in and out of him and
the mechanical kneading of his breasts. Every time he got close to
orgasm the whole thing would stop. Later on the vibrations would
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start up again, slowly, as they had the first time.
By the time he arrived at Miguel's remote estate every nerve in
Joe's body was quivering with desire. He didn't know what country
he was in, nor did he care, all he knew was that he needed to be
fucked. NOW!
Joe was released from the trunk, but there were other needs to be
tended to first. While Joe stood there panting, stainless steel bands
with rings in them were riveted around his wrists. Only after this
task was accomplished was Joe led to the chamber where his master
awaited his attentions.
Life on the estate fell into a kind of routine for Joe. He spent each
night in chains on the floor at the foot of Miguel's bed. A maid
would come in at sunrise and release Joe from his bondage. He
would be given a hot bath to soak the kinks out and then dressed.
If you could call a corset, hose, and heels dressed. The corset
provided the support necessary to hold up Joe's huge breasts, but
in no way concealed them. Thusly attired Joe would be led to the
breakfast room.
Miguel liked to start his day with breakfast, during which time he
would read any faxes or telexes concerning his businesses and then
read the Financial Times. He believed that being "on the edge"
sexually, sharpened his business acumen and it was his wifes job to
keep him there. Joe would be under the table with each arm
chained to a leg when Miguel would come down to breakfast. As
soon as Miguel was seated, Joe would take his cock between his
gums and work it up to a erection. If he failed to keep Miguel on
the edge, or accidentally pushed him over, things would go badly
for poor Joe.
After Miguel had finished his breakfast, Joe would be released to go
upstairs where he would put in his teeth and don a dress. This was
usually nothing more than a trifle of satin or silk which left all his
charms easily accessible to Miguel. Joe would then be fed and put
to his tasks for the day which, as befitted a lady of his stature, were
usually needlepoint, cooking, and gardening.
It began to appear to Joe that there were indignities waiting for
him around every corner. Miguel had decreed a fiesta upon his
return. In most feudal societies there was an old custom known as
'droit du seignor' in which the lord of the manor got first crack at
the new bride of any peasant. In this case though, Miguel decided
to try it in reverse to reward his faithful retainers. All the help got
a crack at the new Senora Gonzales; Joe was sore for a week.
There were even more torments to come for Joe. It had been
obvious that Bob wouldn't be fathering any more children. Not
knowing about the exact changes made to Bob, and assuming he
was like himself, Joe was dumbstruck when Miguel informed him
that his son was pregnant. Joe had been secretly proud when he
had become a father a twelve, but when his son became a mother at
twenty-one Joe's chagrin knew no bounds. Especially when Miguel
teased him about being the sexiest grandmother in the world. Joe
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never met his grandchild as Hector had it delivered into the care of
a wet nurse immediately. At least the child would have a chance of
developing normally without seeing the reality of his lineage.
A couple of weeks after the birth, Hector and Bob came over for a
formal dinner. Joe was naked, gagged, and tied to his chair because
of an outburst at a dinner party the night before, and was jealous
of Bob who wore a stylish gown and had his breasts covered.
"Miguel, I have something here you must try."
"Very well, little brother. What is it?"
Hector signalled the waitress who brought three glasses. "Roberta,
if you will be so kind."
Showing not even the slightest embarrassment, Bob pulled the
bodice of his gown down to reveal his breasts. Engorged with milk,
they were even fuller than they had been before. Placing a glass
under one massive breast, Bob started squeezing out milk. In
almost no time he had expressed enough to fill all three glasses.
Miguel, Hector, and Bob each took a glass and Hector offered a
toast. "To my new son. Hector junior."
They all sipped at the warm milk. "Is this not divine?" Exclaimed
Hector. "We no longer use cow's milk in my house anymore. By the
way brother, when do you plan to breed your Joe."
Miguel just glowered at this last. He had been trying, but it just
wasn't happening. "I want him to be called Josefina."
"Well anyway, you shouldn't starve him. He'll need to keep up his
strength if you want him to bear nios for you."
Miguel thought for a minute. "As always you are right little
brother. I have an idea. Josefina didn't get to try any of this fine
milk. Perhaps Roberta would see his way fit to allow Josefina to
sample some. From the source as it were."
Released from his bonds Joe went over to where Bob had pushed
his chair back from the table and got down on his knees. He was
almost crying as he took the plump nipple between his gums.
"Don't worry pop. Just kind of squeeze it and suck at the same
time." Said Bob as he grabbed Joe's head and pulled it in tight
against his bosom. Joe did as Bob had told him and his mouth
filled with the warm sweet fluid. Joe swallowed and repeated the
action again and again; nursing at Bob's breasts until they were dry.
Joe got up to return to his seat, but his troubles weren't over yet.
"Perhaps Roberta would like to have Josefina pleasure her in return
for that fine feeding?" Asked Miguel.
Bob just giggled and shook his head in the affirmative. "You
bitch!" thought Joe.
Joe was in tears as he crawled under the table, pushed the hem of
Bob's gown up and pulled his panties down. The salt of Joe's tears
mixed with Bob's pussy juice as Joe tongued Bob's cunt and
nibbled on his clit. Would this be his final humiliation; forced to
perform cunnilingus on the woman who had once been his son?
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Not quite.
15. Chapter
One morning Joe awoke and, instead of being led to the breakfast
table, found himself being put into his travelling trunk. When he
was released he found himself at Dr. van Damme's again.
Dining at Dr. van Damme's that evening, Miguel saw a sight that
was extreme even by her standards. The maid was a man. That
wasn't out of character. What was, was that this one was obviously
a man. Oh he wore heels, hose, and the uniform, but no makeup,
wig, or cosmetics, and he spoke like a man. "Playing dress up with
the help again Justine?"
"Do you mean my new maid?"
"Yes."
"No dress up there."
"What do you mean?"
The doctor rang a little bell. The maid clicked in on his high heels.
"You rang Mistress?"
"Yes Sidney. You may disrobe." The poor man looked distraught,
but obviously understood the hopelessness of his situation. He
undid his apron and took it off. Then unzipped his uniform and
stepped out of it, revealing full breasts unconstrained by a
brassiere. Real breasts. Pulling down his petticoats left the poor
man clad only in garter belt, hose, panties, and black patent heels.
He looked at the doctor with imploring eyes, but her only response
was, "panties too Sidney."
Sidney put his fingers under the waistband of his white satin and
lace panties and looked at the floor while he pulled them down and
stepped out of them. Miguel was startled to see that Sidney had
the sex of a woman. "You must tell me about this one Justine."
"Certainly Miguel. How about over coffee."
After their coffee, they got down to business. "Miguel. This visit is
an unexpected pleasure. What can I do for you?"
"A couple of things I hope Justine. The first is not really a
necessity, but I would like it. Joe, who I want to be known as
Josefina, refuses to learn Spanish, also he has embarrassed me at
several parties with unsolicited outbursts in English. Why he once
tried to tell a guest that his name was really Joe and that he was
really a man."
"The next item is one that I am afraid I really must insist on. You
see there has been jealousy sown between Hector and myself. Bob,
whom Hector calls Roberta, has given him a fine child. He was very
surprised, but pleased. The problem is that, despite my best
efforts, Joe has been unable to conceive. Why for the past month
alone I have fucked him three times a day then tied him up upside
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down so the sperm would not run out, but to no avail."
The doctor smiled for a minute then explained. "The answer to
both questions Miguel is the same. Joe won't speak Spanish or get
pregnant because he cannot. The first problem is easily corrected
and I will put my staff on it at once. The second is a bit more
complicated." She explained the differences in how Joe and Bob
had been transformed and why Joe could not become pregnant.
"Doctor, I am afraid that I must insist that you put Joe through
this Weinstein Effect, as you call it. Our agreement called for Joe
and Bob to be identical and they are not." Dr. van Damme
thought about it. She only had enough drug for three doses left,
but better to satisfy Miguel.
"Very well. I will give Bob Weinstein instructions to do so
immediately."
Joe was put under, never knowing what was done to him. Bob
Weinstein monitored his progress and reported to Dr. van Damme.
"Joe's transformation is complete. He set a new record for the
change, probably due to his otherwise total feminization. All
indications are that he will go into estrus shortly."
"Good. Make sure that he gets inseminated now. I don't want to
have to wait another month."
"Yes Doctor."
Joe woke up one morning and as he was dressing became violently
ill. As he vomited into the toilet he thought,"I must have the flu."
He went to see Dr. van Damme and told her how he was feeling.
"Don't worry Joe. I'm sorry, Josefina, you're not sick."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Do you remember Josefina, after you were first changed. I told
you that you were and would always be a man since you lack what
truly makes a woman female; a womb and ovaries?"
"Yes."
"Well I have been proven wrong. At your husbands insistence, and
against my better judgement, we have made further adjustments to
your body. You are now totally female inside as well as out, and as
a result I have some good news and some bad news. The good news
is you will no longer have to wear corsets and be restrained." Joe
rejoiced silently at this news.
"The bad news is that it's only a temporary respite; about eight
months I'd say. You see you're pregnant." Joe fainted dead away.
Dr. van Damme had two attendants move his inert form to the lab
where a few final adjustments were made to his mind.
Miguel Gonzales had returned and was seated in Dr. van Damme's
office exchanging pleasantries with her. "Miguel I am happy to
announce that all is as you desired."
The doctor spoke into the intercom. "Clarice will you send in Mrs.
Gonzales."
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Miguel watched Joe walk in and sit on the couch. Joe was dressed
normally; in a dress, nylons, and heels, but something seemed
different. "Miguel," said Dr. van Damme, "I am afraid I have cost
you some money."
Miguel looked at her.
"You need to invest in some new clothing for Joe."
"What?" "Maternity clothing."
"Aha!." Miguel's smile showed that he was indeed pleased with this
turn of affairs. Joe just sat with his hands together in his lap and
stared at the floor.
"Regarding your other concerns Miguel; I think a little
demonstration is in order. Joe?"
Joe was shocked to hear himself replying, "Si Senora."
"What the hell is going on here." Joe thought to himself
"Just listen to this Miguel." Said Dr. van Damme. "What is your
name girl?"
Joe tried to tell her "My name is Joseph Watson and I'm not really
a girl", but what came out of his mouth was "Me llamo Josefina
Gonzales, Senora".
"Quien es el hombre?
"l es mi esposo Miguel."
"What the hell am I saying? What has she done to me?", thought
Joe.
"He comprehends Spanish and English, but thinks only in English
and speaks only in Spanish. His responses are, for the most part,
limited and pre-programmed. He'll never embarrass you again."
"Thank you doctor. You have no idea how happy you have made
me."
"Just don't put him in bondage or strap him into that trunk of
yours while he's pregnant."
It was a long nine months for Joe and if it had been difficult for
him to manage with his gigantic breasts, it became practically
impossible to do anything with them and a swollen belly.
Joe screamed all the way through his final initiation into
womanhood and when it was over; he lay there tired, torn, and
bleeding, knowing that he would never again know greater
humiliation or pain. Afterwards, when Joe's milk let down his
breasts swelled up to the size of watermelons. Joe asked Miguel
what he should do, to which Miguel replied, "I don't know for sure,
but we can't let all that milk go to waste."
Joe worked on his needlepoint as the breast pump hummed and
sucked the milk out of him. It was small consolation that the milk
not needed for his own child, whom he had never met, was supplied
to a mother's milk bank to feed orphans and sick children. Miguel
liked to joke with Joe about being qualified for agricultural
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subsidies if he let Joe's mammaries dry up. Eventually they did
though; when he got pregnant again.
Epilogue
Justine van Damme reviewed the results of the Watson affair. It
had wound up all nice and neat, with no loose ends; she wished
they could all turn out this way.
Gloria Watson and Monica were married and living in Manhattan,
where they were committed activists in the lesbian cause. Justine
had known that Monica had a submissive streak in her, but had
been surprised to see Gloria become so butch.
Mark Walters and Sam Grenwald were toiling endlessly; concubines
in the perfumed prison of a Middle East harem.
Joseph and Robert Watson were beyond anyone's reach in South
America where, as Josefina and Roberta Gonzales, they would
spend the rest of their lives imprisoned in exquisite femininity. Two
more men who would never be heard from again.
Closing the file, she savored a sense of accomplishment, but didn't
linger very long, thinking "oh well, that was fun, but on to the next
case."
THE END
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