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Bob 6/6 [TG, femdom]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
CHAPTER
14
Joe was mistaken in thinking that his humiliations would end
after his wedding. He would face new ones every day; starting the
day 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 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 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 Se?ora 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 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 ni?os 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?
Not quite.
CHAPTER
15
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
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."
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 Se?ora."
"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, Se?ora".
"?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
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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