My My Are You In Trouble Now?

By Jodie Anderson
   Sydney Michelle O'Henry

PART 1

The 35-year-old blonde woman was striking. She was a Jennifer Flowers look-
alike. She stood about 5'10, had a medium build, and a curvaceous body. Her
butt was nice and full, her hips were voluptous, or a tad too wide depending
on your point of view. Her face was simply beautiful, with slightly chubby
cheeks, full lips, and dark eyes. She had large, firm breasts and thick,
strong, athletic legs. She eminated stength, vitality, alertness and
authority.

Jodi walked quickly up the stairs and into the study. Her hips swayed as she
walked towards the clock on the wall. She reached up, pulled the clock off
the wall and gently placed it on the ground. She removed the small key that
was taped in a compartment on the clock. She brought the key to her lips and
kissed it. She walked over to large oak desk in the corner of the room. Her
shoulder length blond hair spilled foward as she bent over and unlocked the
bottom left drawer. She slid her 3-inch black heels back just enough to pull
out the drawer. Her fingers flipped through the files with the expertise of a
secretary. Her red painted nails stopped when they reached one particular
folder labled "WILL." She looked over her shoulder quickly and then pulled it
out.

The folder contained only two pieces of paper. The first page was a formal
will, with one substantive statement which said the following: "Upon my death
I deed my entire to estate to my first grandson who reaches the age of 25,
and if not, to Jodi Anderson." The second page was signed by Mr. Brody, two
witnesses, and a notary public. At the top of the page in huge black letters
was the word COPY.

"I don't believe it." Jodi said aloud. "That basturd."



PART 2 TWO YEARS LATER



The new woman in the office smiled at Jake as she walked by his cubicle. She
was extremely attractive. She had high cheekbones, full lucious lips, a small
nose with the perfect arch, friendly brown eyes, and an adorable yet
seductive smile. She had shoulder-length light brown hair, ample breasts,
medium length dancer's legs (Jake guessed she was 5'8) and an overall tight
body. Her butt was round, full, and firm. Jake watched her as she walked by,
trying not to look too obvious. His eyes locked in on her thighs, butt, and
hips as she sauntered off. The smell of her perfume was still in the air, a
flowery yet strong smell which almost pulled him out of his chair.

It was the third time in two days in which she had walked by Jake's desk. He
wanted to believe that she was flirting with him, but knew she probably
wasn't. Jake leaned back in his chair and sighed. It had been a year since
his divorce and he had not even been on one date. To be honest, he hadn't
even had so much as a hug from a woman in the past year. He had had chances,
but he was too nervous or guilty to go out on a date since his divorce. To
say he was sexually deprived was an understatement.

On the weekends Jake rarely went out. He never got calls either. He had no
brothers or sisters, no children, and no cousins. He also had a couple good
friends from college but they didn't live in Maryland anymore. Even his
parents had passed away when he was younger. All he had was his sick
grandfather and his X-wife, neither of whom talked with him very much.

Nevertheless, Jake occassionaly went to happy hour with Linda and Sandy, two
women he worked with. One Friday in early fall Linda asked him if he wanted
to go out for a couple of drinks. Having nothing else to do, Jake accepted
the invitation.

"Great Jake. It will be good for you to get out for a change." Linda said.
"How are you dealing with the divorce? Are you over things yet?"

"I've been way over things Linda." Jake lied.

"Well....how come I haven't heard about any new lady friends." Linda asked in
a teasing voice.

"Because I'm saving myself just for you!" Jake joked.

"How groooosssss!" Linda laughed. "We'll see you at six. Oh, by the way, we
asked Brenda to join us. You know...the new girl. Is she a babe or what? If
we're late, keep her company for us until we get there. Bye sweety!"


Brenda was already there when Jake got to the bar. She was facing towards him
as he walked in and she was smiling at a woman. Brenda was still dressed for
work. She had on a short black skirt, black pantyhose, and a tight white silk
blouse (if you stared hard enough you could see her satin bra underneeth).
Her hair cascaded lightly over her shoulders and breasts. Her arms and
shoulders looked soft, yet healthy and strong. She had obviously reapplied
her make-up since work. In a nutshell, she looked dangerous. Jake approached
her slowly, apprehensivly. Her smile widened as she motioned for him to join
her.

"Hi Jake. It's nice to finally meet you." Brenda said standing up and holding
out her hand.

"It's nice to meet you too." Jake said appearing flustered. She was even more
beautiful up close! She was tall too, probably 5'10 in her black heels. Jake
remembered thinking that she was shorter. He looked down at her feet.

"Do you like my shoes?" She asked in a sing-song voice, flipping a hip at
him.

"Oh...sorry I didn't even notice." He lied, starting to turn red from
embarassment.

"Well, why don't you take a good look at them and then tell me Jake." She
said softly. She reached out and put her hands on the back of his head and
gently, adjusted his gaze towards her feet. At the same time she pushed one
nylon covered leg forward, giving him an excellent view of her foot. The soft
touch of her hands felt amazing on Jake's head. He wondered how long it had
been since a woman touched his head. His gaze wandered up her leg. With one
leg thrust forward, her skirt pulled against her thighs and strained against
her hips. Jake couldn't help but notice Brenda's sexy hips, her soft and
feminine yet strong thighs, and her tight stomach. The smell of her perfume
surrounded Jake and overwhelmed him. He shifted his glance in a subtle way.
Brenda laughed softly. "I'm just teasing you Jake."

"They do look nice though Brenda." Jake replied, recovering quickly.

"Thanks love." She said batting her eyelashes at him comickly.

Jake and Brenda ended up talking for hours. Oddly, Linda and Sandy never
showed up. At one point Jake had wondered where they but he simply forgot
about them. After their first drink, they got a table. "I have to warn you
Jake, I can be very flirtatious when I drink. But I don't want you to get the
wrong idea. I'm just very friendly, that's all." Brenda warned.

"Please Brenda..." Jake laughed, "you're very attractive, but the last thing
I'm looking for is a relationship right now. I am just getting over a nasty
divorce. My X really broke my heart."

"Oohhhh..I'm sorry to hear that Jake! How long has it been?

"Well, it's actually been a year now. Today is the one year aniversary of the
court order in fact." He said solemly.

"Wow. It was a whole year and you're just getting over it. She must have been
something else. She must have been sexy." She added pulling her hair up and
striking a sexy pose. "We can be very cruel...you really need to watch out
for us!" She finished in a seductive voice.

"Tell me about it sweetheart!" Jake replied slapping her lightly on the butt.
They both laughed together.

After their second drink, Brenda had joined Jake on the other side of the
table. She was crawling all over him. Jake was really enjoying it. Maybe she
liked him? Was it posible? He couldn't help thinking about what she first
said 'It's nice to finally meet you.' Finally she had said. What was that all
about? And the eight or nine trips she had made past his cube in the two
weeks she was working for the company. Maybe she did like him. But then he
remembered her flat out warning about her drunk flirting. That was his
reality check for the moment.

Later, when the DJ set up and started playing, the bar filled up. Brenda
climbed into Jake's lap to make more room for the revlers. At first she just
sat there and talked with him, touching his hands every once in a while in a
natural way. But as the night wore on she got much more intimate. Her silk
covered breasts brushed against his arms and hands several times. Her long
silky hair kept waving in front of his face. Despite all of this, Jake tried
to keep his hands to himself. But whenever Brenda would try to make a point
or emphasize a statement she would grab his hand or arm lightly. And after
her point was made she would end up dropping his hand (and on a few occasions
actually placed his hand) on one of her nylon covered thighs. Any casual
observer could tell that her flirting was no longer natural: it was
definately calculated. It was painfully obvious that she was hitting on him.
But Jake was really enjoying the conversation and the company of the young
beautiful woman, so he didn't pick up on it.

At about 10:30pm Brenda was ready to go. She lightly grabbed the end of
Jake's tie, wound it around her strong but feminine hand, and pulled him in
towards her face. She nudged her freshly painted lips up against Jake's ear
and asked in a girlish voice "Can you take me home Jake? I love your company
but I'm feeling kind of drunk and tired."

Jake drove her to her apartment but Brenda insisted that he come in. When he
came in she insisted that he stay for a drink. Brenda flirted heavily the
entire time. But when Jake finished his drink she sent him home.



PART III



Jake and Brenda went to happy hour every Friday for the next several weeks.
The events always worked out the same: Brenda would flirt heavily with Jake
and Jake would end up going home alone. But after a few weeks Jake really
felt comfortable being around Brenda and he truly enjoyed her friendship (it
was the first time he had felt entirely comfortable with a woman since the
divorce). They discussed just about everything under the sin. They often
dicussed sex, relationships, and sexual fantasies. Brenda loved to pry
information out of Jake, and on more than one occasion, she ellicited
detailed information from Jake about his sexual fantasies. She was very
persuasive. Everything always seemed to work out the same and Jake accepted
that. But the first Friday in December, things changed dramatically.

Jake and Brenda had gone to happy hour and had had a few drinks. Like always,
Jake drove Brenda home and she insisted that he come in for a drink. Brenda
dimmed the lights, lit four or five lavendar candles (she said she loved the
scent...) and then turned the lights off completely. Jake fixed himself a
drink and Brenda went into the bathroom to freshen up.

Jake turned on the stereo and changed the station instinctivly. He leaned
back on the leather sofa and closed his eyes. He was feeling really great. He
finally felt like he was truly and completely over the divorce. He was also
starting to have the hots for Sandy, a friend of his at work who had shown
some interest in him of late. Jake was fantasizing about blonde-haired
green-eyed Sandy when Brenda came out of the bathroom. At first, Jake didn't
notice anything different about her. But when she stepped into the
candle-light, Jake could see that she had freshened up her make-up and now it
was on much more thick, making for quite the dramatic and sexy look. Her
eye-liner and mascara made her eyes look big and her lashes long. Her creamy,
rose-colored lipstick and lipliner made her pouty lips look full and
desirable. Her foundation, eye-shadow, blush, and powder were applied with
the talent of a professional.

Brenda was still dressed for work, in a black turtleneck, a tight black
skirt, and black stockings. Her tight, sexy hips swayed as she sauntered
across the room towards Jake. Her eyes locked in on Jake's as she reached
behind her head and let down her long brown hair.

"Brenda....you look fantastic!" Jake said. "If this means you want to go out
clubbing you can count me out. I'm done." She ignored him and continued to
make her way towards him, her black 3-inch heels clicking on the wood floor.
She slid the coffee table asside with ease (apparently it was in her way) and
stood in front of Jake with a smirk on her face and her hands resting on her
hips.

"So Jake, do you want to have some fun tonight?" She asked in a sensual
voice.

"Bren....I'm really too tired to go back out. You should have said something
earlier." Jake said.

"Who said anything about going out love?" She asked deeply as she slowly
pulled up her skirt, revealing thick, black, satin and lace garters and her
strong, nylon covered thighs. "I wanted to stay in tonight....and have some
fun." She purred as she spread her legs and climbed on top of Jake. He
thought she was just taking her teasing a little farther than
normal...pushing the envelope so to speak. She sat moved forward as far as
she could, pressing her pelvis against his stomach, her thighs straddling his
body tightly. "You would tell me if my flirting was too much wouldn't you
Jake?" She asked tauntingly. "If it was bothering you....or getting you
bothered..."

He was speechless. He opened his mouth to say something but she thrust her
chest forward in his face, pushing her breasts against his forehead, nose and
mouth. Jake inhaled deeply and all he could smell was her Tiffany perfume.
Tiffany drove him crazy...in fact, it was what his X wife use to wear. The
perfume enveloped him, and along with Brenda's thighs and will, it held him
hostage to her wishes. He turned his face away for a moment but he could not
escape the smell: Brenda's breasts must have been drenched in the perfume.
She put a delicate finger to his lips and pressed down firmly. "Shhhh......I
want you to close your eyes for me Jake." She said softly. He was
tired....and closed his eyes.

Brenda quickly and quietly removed her sweater, revealing her 36C chest. She
was wearing a black, satin, push-up bra and a black, satin bodyshaper which
wrapped around her midsection. She told Jake to open his eyes and when he
did, she thrust her breasts back in his face, this time pushing more
aggressivly. She bent her head forward and started kissing his neck deeply.
When she felt him stir beneath her, she slid her arms underneeth his armpits
and grabbed onto the back of his shoulders, pulling him in tighter. Her hair
fell in front of his face, obstructing his view. She ground her sexy ass
against his crotch as she worked on his neck with her mouth. Finally, she
pulled her breasts back and then put her face right in front of his. She
paused, looked into his eyes for a moment, and then kissed him on the mouth.
Slowly but firmly. He barely kissed back, but she didn't stop. She kissed him
repeatedly, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth while her soft, smooth,
lips pressed firmly against his. After several minutes she let him come up
for air. She unzipped her skirt quickly and pulled it off, completely
revealing her upper thighs, her pelvis, and the garters which were attached
to the bodyshaper. She grabbed him by the tie. Using it like a leash, she
pulled him towards her bedroom. Jake couldn't take his eyes off her black
satin panties and her ass as she led him down the hall.

Once in the room she pushed him onto the bed. Before he knew it she was upon
him, straddling him once again. She seduced him and ravished him.

The next morning, Jake woke up to the sound of a blow dryer. He was still in
Brenda's bed. She was in the bathroom. When she came out she was wearing a
long fluffy robe which covered her entire body. Her hair was completely dry
and looked great. Once again she was smiling her sexy smile.

"So Jake....did you have fun last night?" She asked slowly, her smile getting
even bigger. He started thinking about the previous night's events. He
remembered thinking that it was the best sex he had ever had...but he could
not explain why. He still had visions of Brenda bouncing on top of him,
pinning his arms down, kissing him passionately, staring deep into his eyes,
while she impaled herself on him. He remembered how enormous her breasts
looked in her black satin wonderbra as she rode him tirelessly. He also
thought that he might have had three orgasms. Was that possible for him? He
never had had three before.

"Yes," he answered cautiously "it was....unbelievable. You're amazing
Bren...I had no idea." The satisfaction she got from his comments was like a
drug to her. She loved it.

"That's just the beginning love...." she purred climbing back on top of him.

Brenda had her way with Jake the rest of the weekend keeping him busy in more
ways than one. She had him accompany her to the gym and work out with her on
both Saturday and Sunday. They did everything together that weekend. They
rented movies, went out for coffee, went to the bookstore together. But
Brenda lured him into the bedroom every chance she got. He found her company
exhilirating but also exhausting. Every time they had sex Jake felt like he
was being devoured. At the end of the weekend, she let Jake go home.

The next week she taunted him at work every chance she got, pulling up her
skirt and flashing her thighs and but at him. She rubbed up against him,
grabbed his butt, wrote him love notes, and openly flirted with him in front
of other employees. On one occasion, he opened one of his desk drawers
finding a pair of her black satin panties inside, drenched with Tiffany. And
on another occasion she sprayed him with her perfume. She was giving Jake
more attention than most guys would ever want, but she knew Jake was
different. She knew he loved every minute of it.

The next weekend she insisted that he move in with her. He had no
choice...for he had done what he was trying so very hard to avoid....he had
fallen in love.



PART 4

It had only been four weeks since Jake had moved in with Brenda, but already
his life was drastically different. He was going to the gym three to five
times a week, he was eating better foods and taking vitamins, and he was
really enjoying his life for a change. And he owed it all to Brenda. She was
a great motivator. She had whipped him into shape pretty quickly. She even
gave Jake a work-out plan to follow and before he knew it he was using the
stair-master, doing leg lifts, butt and thigh crunches, going on power walks,
and doing all sorts of other muscle-building aerobic activities. Jake was
feeling great, physically and mentally.

Things at work were great too. Brenda toned down her flirting at work because
of the company policy about co-workers having relationships, but not by much.
She was just more crafty and found new, secret ways to taunt Jake sexually.

One Saturday when they were at the gym, Jake noticed Brenda taking some pills
right before their workout. "What were those Bren?" He asked referring to the
pills.

"Dietary suplements. They help maximize my workouts."

"Do they do anything for you?" Jake asked.

"What do you think?" She asked jokingly making a muscle with one arm, which
looked strong, toned, and healthy, but not too defined. "They're great Jake."
She said seriously. "Do you want to try them?"

"Sure." Jake replied.

"Hold on, I think I might have some more in my locker." She dissappeared into
the women's locker room and was back quickly. She returned and handed Jake a
little light-brown pill. The pill had tiny little letters on it which a
person could only notice if he or she looked carefully, very carefully. The
little letters were UF-HL. Jake washed it down with some water without
looking at it. His workout was great and he was able to keep up with Brenda
for once.

They worked out again on Sunday and Brenda gave Jake another supplement. This
pill looked identical to the first one. However, this pill had the letters
UF-RA on it. Again, Jake took the pill without noticing the letters.



Two weeks later Linda was dropping off a file on Jake's desk and stopped to
chat. "I know you've been working out Jake....but you look great. Nice shave
too." She said casually. "You got it real close today Jake-e." She laughed.
He rubbed his hand along his face and neck and noticed that it was smooth,
really smooth. Jake's facial hair typically grew slowly, in fact he only had
to shave every other day, but he couldn't recall shaving in the past three or
four days.

"Thanks Linda!" He said, genuinely touched.

"Something else looks different about you too. I'm not sure what it is
though." She said giving him a once over with her eyes. She smiled, waved and
walked off. After she left he started thinking again.

'I think she's right. I feel a little different too. I'm not sure what it is
though.' He thought to himself. He looked around his cube and could tell
something was different. 'Whatever. I do feel good, and I look better too.
That's for dang sure." He went to work on the file.

Brenda insisted that Jake go to the gym that night. Right before working out
Brenda gave him another supplement. This one had the letters UF-SL on it.

The next morning he awoke and felt even more different. He felt different in
the shower, but he couldn't figure out how. His skin felt unusually smooth as
he rubbed on some lotion. His boxers felt a little tight in the seat. And his
legs felt smooth as he pulled on his suit pants. At work, Linda came by his
cube again to pick up the file.

"Linda...did you figure out what looks different about me?" Jake asked
eagerly, sitting in his chair. She looked him up and down again and then
answerd him.

"I think so. You look taller in your chair. You must be working on your
posture. I'll tell you...what that Brenda has done for you! I wish someone
would motivate me like that." She said laughing as she walked off. Jake
smiled and thought 'she's probably right...I bet my posture is getting better
too."

But when Jake went to the bathroom later in the day, he still felt different.
His skin felt smooth and tingly all over. And, he could barely pull his pants
down to go to the bathroom. 'These pants must have shrunk or something. I've
got to be more carefull when I do the laundry." When he pulled his boxers
back on, he noticed that they were really snug, even tighter than in the
morning. 'Damn.. I must have shrunk these too!" He thought. Feeling rather
uncomfortable, he returned to his cube. When he sat down in his chair he felt
an odd sensation. His chair felt like there was a seat cushion on it. He
stood up and inspected his chair closely. There was no seat cushion, and it
was the same chair he had always had. He sat back down. Once again he felt
like he was sitting on something padded. 'Whatever.' he thought to himself.
But the sensation never went away. And later in day he noticed that other
things were a little different. Not only did he feel more upright in his
chair, but he also felt like his knees were at an auckward angle. Jake
adjusted his chair to a more comfortable position. His legs felt better
instantly, but he still felt like he was sitting on a pillow and he still
felt taller in his chair. 'Someone must be screwing around with my chair.
Hmm.' He started working again.

When he got home that night, he could barely pull his pants off. He really
had to struggle. And his boxers were absolutely gripping his butt. He told
Brenda about his pants and boxers (he didn't tell her about the chair or the
sensations he was feeling in his skin).

"Well sweety...you've been doing a lot of lower body muscle-toning
activities. Many of them strengthen your butt, hips and thighs. So your butt
probably is a little bigger. It's nothing unusual." She assured him. "Maybe
we need to get you some new pants." She said pulling him into her. Once
again, she ravished him.



Later that evening Brenda went out and bought Jake three new pairs of pants.
She had Jake try them on soon after she got home. He still felt different
when he tried on a pair, but they did fit better. The pants felt a little
loose in the hips and a little tight in the waist, but they felt much more
baggy in the rear. The pants also felt rather loose in the thighs. Jake
didn't think much of it: the important thing was that the pants felt
comfortable. After trying on the pants Jake asked Brenda if she wanted to
work out.

"Of course." She said smiling. She gave him another supplement, this one had
the letters UF-WH on it. The next day, unbeknowenced to Jake, Brenda took all
of his suits to be altered.


A few days later Jake got out of bed in the morning and noticed that his legs
looked different. They looked kind of soft....and supple. His legs looked
less defined and significantly thicker, especially in the thighs. In
addition, Jake noticed that they looked and felt extremely smooth, and they
had very little hair (if any) on them. Within a few days he would have no
hair on his body at all, except for his head. He walked into the bathroom and
looked in the mirror. His butt looked different too. It looked round, shapely
and tight. It looked bigger too....heck..it looked much bigger. He called
Brenda in to see what she thought. She inspected him closely.

"Your legs do look a little different to me Jake...but just a little. It's
probably because of all the aerobics you've been doing with me." She said
matter of factly. "And your butt is a little bigger too, but not much. I
think it's just all the butt exercises I've forced on you!" She said
laughing.

"You think?" He asked.

"Sure. But you look great Jake." She said rubbing a hand down one of his
legs. She circled behind him and sqeezed his butt. Jake didn't see her raise
her eyebrows in amazement, nor did he see her devious smile as she eyed his
butt which looked much bigger to her. "Jake...I have a garment that will pull
you in a little...it will make your pants fit better." She said. Once again
in a matter-of-fact type voice. She pulled out a butt, hip, and tummy girdle
and held it out for Jake.

"I can't wear that...it's for women." Jake said laughing. He was not going to
wear Brenda's clothes. But Brenda grabbed both of his hands lightly and
turned him around to face r.

"Jake. It's no big deal....I think you need to wear this or your pants might
not fit." She said slowly looking into his eyes. All the sudden time seemed
to stand still. He felt a weird sensation creep over his entire body, and the
next thing he knew he was putting the girdle on. 'It's no big deal....I need
to wear these or my pants might not fit.' He thought to himself. He casually
pulled the girdle over his thighs and butt as Brenda left the room.


After getting dressed Jake went out to the kitchen. "Do my legs look like
they have less hair on them?"

"Not really." She said. "Jake...you've never had much body hair since I've
known you." She sighed sounding annoyed.

"I guess you're right." He replied. "Hey...Bren...thanks for putting up with
me lately. I've just felt different at times lately...that's all. But I do
feel better than I've felt in years...and I owe it all to you. I really,
really do. Thanks Bren."

"Shush shush Jake!" She said almost teary-eyed. "I wish you knew how much I
loved you. If you did you wouldn't worry about "bothering" me with your
problems. I wan't you to be able to talk to me about anything. Anything. Now
lets get some breakfast." She said changing the subject. She got out some
vitamins for Jake but today she gave him four pills instead of two. "Jake...I
wan't you to start taking Ginsing and Calcium too. I think they'll be good
for you."

"Thanks sweety...it's nice to know someone is watching out for me." He said
and then swallowed the pills.



When they worked out that night Brenda gave Jake a supplement with the
letters UF-SW on it. She grabbed both of his hands lightly and turned him to
face her after he swallowed it down. The tingling feeling was back, but this
time it crept over him instantly.

"Jake, these supplements have really been giving you energy lately. They're
really letting you get the most out of your workouts."

"Yeah...they really have been haven't they." Jake replied. The tingling
feeling was overwhelming him again, but this time it was stronger than ever.



PART 5



The next week Jake noticed that his suit pants all fit again. They were
tighter in the hips than before, they felt less tight on his waist and they
felt perfect, if not a little snug, in the seat. Overall Jake felt great. He
felt healthy, really healthy, and things were going great with Brenda still.
In fact, he felt like he was falling deeper and deeper in love every day.

That Sunday, Brenda suggested that they try a "power workout week". She
suggested that they try working out every day for the entire week and that
they take a couple of weeks of vacation at the end of the week. Again, Jake
felt the tingling feeling creep over his body while Brenda was making her
suggestions. Jake agreed and put in for vacation the next day. They worked
out Monday through Thursday, and each day Brenda gave Jake a supplement. Each
supplement had different letters on it (UF-AR, UF- SH, UF-TOR, and UF-FT).



On Friday at work, Linda dropped off another file at Jake's cube.

"Hi there Jake-e! How are things going?" She asked happily?

"Great. I couldn't be happier right now. Who would have thought it a couple
of months ago." He said smiling. "My life is great now that I've met Brenda.
Thanks for introducing me to her. I never would have met her if it weren't
for you!" He said leaning back in his chair. As he leaned back Linda stared
at his body for a few seconds. She couldn't take her eyes off his lower body
in particular. Sandy was walking by and Linda motioned her over.

"Jake...have you been losing weight?" Linda asked.

"No. Why?"

"I don't know...your body just looks different somehow." She said slowly.

"As a matter of fact Linda, I've lost 22 pounds in the last four months." He
said proudly, standing up and showing off his body. "What do you think?" He
said, striking a pose.

"You look great Jake. Really good." Linda said jealously, still staring
intently at his body.

"You look fabulous!" Sandy exclaimed eyeing Jake's butt.

Linda walked into the cube and stood close to him, never taking her eyes off
his body. She laughed out loud and shook her head. She ran her hands down the
side of his body, over his waist. Her hands paused for several seconds when
they got to his hips, then they continued down over Jake's thighs. She
laughed again. "Wow!" She exclaimed. "Brenda really whipped you into shape!"
She poked her head around his body and looked down at his butt. His butt
looked much bigger to her. It looked round, thick, tight, and sexy. "My,
my.." she said laughing and shaking her head. She pulled away from Jake still
laughing softly. "Keep up the good work Jake." "Sandy....I think I'm
jealous...look at that sexy ass! Can you imagine what he would look like in a
mini- skirt and stockings?" She said. Both the girls laughed. "Just kidding
Jake-e!" Linda winked at him, and then the girls walked off laughing.

When they were far enough from Jake's cube Linda stopped and looked at Sandy.
"Did you see the body on him?" Linda asked smiling widely.

"I sure did." Sandy said. "He looks pretty good...I must say." She said in a
teasing voice.

"Pretty good? He's got the curves of a 50's pin-up girl! He looks like a
bombshell! He looks downright sexy!" Linda said seriously.

"It's amazing what aerobics and weight training can do for you. I've got to
start working out more!" Sandy said seriously.

"Me too." Linda sighed.



On Friday night Brenda and Jake worked out again. This time Brenda gave Jake
a pill with the letters UF-HN on it. On Saturday they did a step-aerobics
class. Right before the workout, Brenda handed Jake another supplement which
had the letters UF- CH on it. Jake didn't notice her soft laughing as he
swallowed down the pill. And on Sunday, Brenda was smiling deviously when
Jake swallowed down a supplement with the letters UF-CRVA on it.



PART 6



Monday was the official start of their vacation. And they were both excited
about having some time off to relax. They started off the week in style by
sleeping in on Monday. When they finally got up, Jake was surprised to
realize that he felt great after the "power workout" week. They had a full
breakfast and took their vitamins (Jake was now taking 6 vitamin pills every
morning). After breakfast Jake's tingling feeling got stronger again. Jake
noticed that he always felt the tingling feeling now. Usually it was deep in
the background, but it often got stronger, especially when Brenda discussed
important issues or decisions with him. It also seemed to be stronger in the
morning, right after he took his vitamins. But now Jake was use to the
tingling feeling and he found it rather soothing and comforting. It didn't
bother him at all. Eventually, he didn't even notice it anymore (but it was
still strong....VERY STRONG).

After breakfast Brenda brought Jake into the bedroom. "Jake" she said taking
hold of his hands and turning him to face her, "I want you to wear something
sexy for me today."

"Sure." He answered instinctivly, thinking nothing of it. Brenda walked over
to the walk-in closet, entered, and quickly emerged with a black satin
waist-cincher, black nylon stockings, and a black satin thong. She handed
them to Jake. "I'll help you put them on love." She said smiling. She pulled
the satin garment tightly around his waist and zipped it up in the front. She
had him step into the thong and pull it up. He didn't pull it up far enough,
so she helped him, tucking his organ between his legs, pulling the thong all
they way up and sliding the satin fabric deep into his ass. She showed him
how to put the stockings on and fasten them to the garters.


She then left the room leaving him to dress in a t-shirt and jeans. His jeans
which were once extremely baggy fit snugly now in the hips and butt, in fact
they were getting tighter by the day. After he got dressed they went out for
coffee.



During their vacation they really enjoyed themselves. They worked out less
frequently and went to happy hour several times. By now, Brenda had given
Jake five more supplements which had the letters UF-FF, UF-MAN, UF-HR, UF-VC,
UF-IE on them.

During the second week of their vacation, Jake woke up feeling a little
different but great nonetheless. He got out of bed and took off his boxers
(he didn't really notice that his boxers were so tight now that they were
straining against his hips and butt) on the way to the shower. His entire
upper body felt different including his chest, but he couldn't really figure
out how. He went into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and fainted
instantly.

He awoke a few minutes later with Brenda rubbing ice on his forehead. When
Jake realized he was awake the first thing he felt was the tingling feeling.
Even though he had grown accustomed to it, the feeling was stronger than ever
(like a malaize).

"What happened Jake!" She exclaimed more than asked.

"I think I must have fainted." He replied in a groggy voice.

"Here, take this, it will make you feel better." She handed him a pill which
said V-2000. He took a sip of water and swallowed it.

He then started to say "I know you're going to think I'm crazy...but...." his
voice grew quiet and his words trailed off into nothing. He appeared
confused. The tingling feeling was very intense now, almost completely
overwhelming...yet he continued, "I looked down at my chest...and I...." this
time he stopped in mid-sentence. Brenda took him by the hands and looked deep
into his eyes and the tingling sensation grew even more intense. Jake was
completely broken down by the sensation. He was at her mercy.

"And what Jake..." she asked with a slight, barely detectable smile, knowing
what he was going to say.

"And I had huge breasts." He finished slowly, sounding more confused than
ever and looking stupified.

"They sure are big Jake...but I wouldn't call them huge. They look like they
always have to me...nice, round, firm, thirty-six Cs." She said seriously,
but gently, still holding his hands and looking into his eyes. "You've always
had thirty-six Cs, at least for as long as I've known you." She said smiling.

"I guess you're right." He said slowly starting to feel better. "I've always
had thirty-six Cs." Brenda helped him get up, guided him over to the bed, and
then sat him down.

"Let me help you into some clothes." Brenda said casually, walking over to
the chest-of-drawers. She rummaged through the bottom drawer and found what
she was looking for. She pulled out a sexy, white, satin bra and matching
panties. She walked over to Jake and handed him the panties. He stepped into
them and then stopped abruptly. He was staring at his crotch.

"My...ummm...crotch...it's smooth." He said still looking down. The tingling
feeling was still all over him.

"Oh Jake...you always had a smooth crotch. Don't be so silly. You just
fainted, that's all, you didn't get amnesia." She half scolded half laughed.
He slipped on the panties slowly, pulling them up over his sexy thighs and
hot ass. This time he didn't have to hide anything between his legs: there
was nothing there but a vagina. He pulled the high-cut panties up over his
hips. They fit perfectly. Next, Brenda held out the bra to Jake. He didn't
take it. She put the bra on to demonstrate. "Oh come on.." She chastised,
"you know how to do this. You've done it hundreds of times before." She took
the bra off and tossed it to him. He put it on with little trouble. The satin
material pulled and stretched against his large, firm breasts rather nicely.
Jake now looked extremely sexy. He now had wide, lucious hips, a tight waist,
womanly thighs, and a flat sexy stomach. He also had thin arms, small
delicate hands, and narrow shoulders. His back was smaller and even his feet
seemed to have become smaller and more narrow.


Brenda looked him up and down...quite satisfied with the way things were
turning out. Jake finished getting dressed by throwing on jeans and a
t-shirt.

While eating breakfast Jake read through the paper. Brenda watched him as he
flipped through the pages. 'Wow' she thought to herself 'the UF-HN pill must
have kicked in yesterday. He has such cute little hands and pretty nails.'
She laughed softly to herself.

On the front of the obituaries section, there was an article saying that the
owner of the largest food distribution company in Europe, Mr. Dennis Brody,
had died of old age.



PART 7



Jake was so in love with Brenda and he felt like an entirely new person since
meeting her. All the exercising, the constant sex, the companionship, and
everything else was great for him. And she was truly the kindest person he
had ever met. To everyone, everywhere they went, she was always polite,
sweet, and helpful. Even when guys hit on her, which was quite often, she
would tell them nicely that she wasn't interested. And she was so nice about
it, they always listened to her. Jake loved her so much that he had often
considered telling her his deepest secret that he had never told anyone. He
really wanted to tell her, but he could never bring himself to do it. Every
time he was about to tell her, his instincts took over and stopped him.
Little did he know that his instincts would turn out to be horribly wrong.

Brenda was surprised to realize that she liked Jake just as much with a
feminine body. She also knew that she couldn't let Jake go back to work just
yet. But she had him under her thumb, and under her spell, and she easily
persuaded him to take another couple of weeks of vacation.

The next week, Jake received notice in the mail that his sick grandfather had
passed away. The will was going to be read at his grandfather's vacation home
in Duck, North Carolina. Jake was happy and said, yet looked forward to the
reading of the will.

At the end of their third week of vacation Jake was totally emasculated. His
wide hips, thick sexy legs, tight waist, hot ass, and full breasts had filled
out and shaped completely. He literally had a Cindy Crawford type body. His
small, delicate hands and feet looked adorable. His shoulders were also
small, and looked 100% feminine. His lips had puffed up and turned into
pouty, kissable lips. His hair had sprouted and now fell well below his
shoulders in beautiful waves. In addition, his voice had become an octave
higher, and his mannerisms were completely feminine. He walked with a slight,
sexy sway; he was more emotional; he was much more talkative; and he wore
make-up daily. In sum, his entire body from head to toe was that of a young,
pretty woman.

To make matters worse, his eyes were oh so very innocent. Words cannot do
them justice. And finally, he looked two or three years younger. However, if
you knew Jake, you could still tell it was his face, but barely.

Brenda had worked on him mentally too. She had him dressing completely in
women's clothes. And in the bedroom, she made Jake play the part of the
submissive woman. She teased the susceptible Jake mercilessly, licking his
nipples and clitoris constantly, making him crazy with lust. And as always,
Brenda played the part of the agressor. But at the same time, she took good
care of Jake. She helped him get his name changed to Jaqueline. And she drove
him to the MVA and had him get a new license. The woman at the MVA took one
look at him and changed his license to "F".



PART 9



May 5 came and Jake and Brenda had big plans. They were going down to North
Carolina to pay their last respects to Jake's late grandfather. Jake went to
get his vitamins and noticed that there were none left.

"Bren...where are my vitamins?" Jake asked in an obviously feminine voice.
This morning he was wearing a revealing, tight, satin miniskirt, a cotton
blouse, nude nylon stockings, and high-heeled sandles. Brenda smiled to
herself when she saw what Jake was wearing. She had conditioned him well and
was pleased with her results.

"I guess we're out." She lied. "I'll have to get some more. But it's time to
go now love. Oh, before I forget, I want you to take this supplement." She
handed him a pill which said UF-INT on it. "Also, I want you to put these
on." She handed him a pair of white satin opera gloves. He swallowed the pill
and washed it down with water. He then pulled the gloves on without even
questioning it. Brenda laughed. They packed the car and made they're way to
95 south.

They pulled up to the large house on the Sound in Duck, North Carolina in
good time: seven hours. Jake produced his invitation at the door of the large
house. A muscular, female security guard let Jake and Brenda enter and
escorted them to the library. Most of the library had a wood floor, but a
small portion of the room connected to it had a plush carpet. When they got
to the library they were told to sit down in the front row. There were only
three other people in the room, a blonde-haired woman dressed in black in the
left corner, the executrix who was sitting at a desk, and another woman who
was apparently going to be a witness.

The tingling feeling that Jake had grown accustomed to over the last couple
months had gradually been subsiding all day. And as Jake sat down, the effect
of the last of the so-called vitamins he had taken was slowly wearing off.
Jake was becomming somewhat dizzy.

"I'm going to make this short and sweet ladies." The attractive,
brunette,executrix said authoritativly and with a british accent.

'Ladies' Jake thought to himself. 'That's odd.'

'You are here because it was Mr. Brody's wish that you be invited to the
reading of his will. Let me inform you all that his estate is now worth
roughly 1 billion dollars. I must also inform you that Mr. Brody's will has
been in a safe deposit box which only his attorney has had access to. And
with that, let's get on with it." She said producing a small, letter opener.
Mr. Brody's attorney, the witness, handed the executrix a large envelope. The
executrix opened the envelope and produced the last will and testament of Mr.
Dennis Brody. She read aloud the one substantive clause in the will, "Upon my
death I deed my entire to estate to my first grandson who reaches the age of
25, and if not, to Jodi Anderson."

With that, Jake rose up and approached the table smiling ear-to-ear. "Can I
help you miss?" The executrix asked coldly looking over the rim of her
glasses at Jake.

"Yes. I'm Jake Anderson, and I've come to claim my grandfather's estate." He
said in his female voice.

"I do not find your joke amusing miss." She replied.

"Wait a minute...what are you talking about. I'm Jake Anderson. I'm entitled
to the estate!" Jake said. The vitamins had now worn off completely. It was
then that the blonde haired woman in the left corner showed her face. It was
Jodi, Jake's X-wife. Her wide, smile was beyond devious, it was downright
devilish. She rose out of her chair and walked towards Jake, never taking her
eyes off his. "What is she doing here? What the hell is she doing here!" Jake
said, starting to lose control.

"Miss! If you cannot control yourself I will be forced to call security and
have you restrained!" The executrix threatened.

"Please....allow me." Jodi said walking closer to Jake. She was dressed in a
short, tight, black skirt which hugged her hips and thighs as she walked
closer and closer to Jake. He could smell her Tiffany perfume.

"Don't you touch me!" He said in a lower voice. Jodi ignored him. With
lightning fast speed she grabbed both of his wrists. "Get off me!" He said
much louder, trying to twist his wrists free. Jodi was stronger than he
expected and her grip didn't loosen. He tried pulling his wrists away from
her, but her grip was relentless. Jodi moved in closer to Jake, sliding one
of her strong, nylon covered legs between his for balance. She pushed forward
until her upper thigh was pressing firmly against Jake's pelvis. Jake could
feel the nylon sliding against his skin. Jake stuggled and struggled but he
couldn't get his wrists free. Jodi used her body to push Jake back towards
the wall. Jake tried to resist but it was no use: his three-inch heels slid
on the wooden floor and Jodi was now taller, bigger, and much stronger than
he was. "Bren...help me!! Please help me!!" He screamed as Jodi pinned him
against the wall, her hips grinding into his body. He could feel her breasts
pushing up against his back. "Brenda please help!!" He screamed again.
Although he could not break Jodi's vice-like grip, he managed to turn his
head to the side and look behind himself. Brenda was gone.

"Security!!" The executrix yelled. Within seconds three strong attractive
women rushed into the room and over to Jake and Jodi. Two of them held Jake's
shoulders while the third used some rope to tie his wrists together behind
his back. He screamed again. One of the guards slapped a hand over his mouth
to muffle his screams. It worked. When Jake's wrists were tied securely
behind his back, Jodi released her grip. Jodi then took the rope from the
security guard and tied Jake's elbows together. Jake thrashed about for a few
more minutes but the four women held him easily.

The guard to Jake's right, and the guard to his left, each had an arm locked
around one of Jake's arms. Both women pushed firmly against Jake with their
strong, tight bodies which prevented Jake from moving his arms and shoulders.
The woman on Jake's left still had her hand cupped over his mouth. Jodi and
the third guard pulled Jake off the wall. The third guard held Jake's tied
wrists behind his back while Jodi circled around in front of him. [the guard
then proceeded to tie Jake's legs, ankles, and knees like in the picture]
Jodi stood there looking Jake in the eyes, smiling deviously. With her hands
on her hips and her legs spread shoulder-width apart she looked authoritative
and intimidating.

"Now! Do you think you can control yourself Miss?" The executrix asked. Jake
shook his head up and down quickly. Tired and confused, he wanted to try to
talk it out.

"Don't worry Ms. Baxter, she's not going anywhere." Jodi said seriously,
turning to look at the executrix. Turning back to Jake she said "And you're
going to be a good little girl, aren't you?" She teased in a mommy type
voice. She puckered her lips, grabbed him by the cheeks and squeezed "aren't
you?" She demanded. Jake nodded up and down. Jodi then s motioned for the
security guard to remove her hand from Jake's mouth. Jake had calmed down,
but he was still breathing heavily.

"Now...what seems to be the problem here miss?" The executrix asked. Jodi
stepped out of the way so the executrix could see Jake clearly.

"Im Jake _____. I'm entitled to inherit Mr. Brody's estate. He was my
grandfather." Jake said quickly. The three guards cast furtive glances at
each other. One of them began to giggle.

"I'm sorry miss, maybe you misunderstood me. The estate was to go to the
first of Mr. Brody's grandsons to reach the age of 25. So only a grandson who
is 25 would be entitled to the estate. You're obviously not male, and you
don't appear to be 25." Ms. Baxter explained.

"What are you talking about? I'm male." Jake answered indignantly. The other
two security guards started giggling too. The executrix even showed signs of
humanity by smiling for a second. Jodi stepped back in front of Jake her
hands resting on her hips once again, but this time she moved right up to
him. She looked Jake up and down and then laughed out loud. "What? Why are
you looking at me like that Jodi?" He whinned in a frustrated girl's voice.
Jodi's eyes focused on Jake's chest.

"Ah-hem!!" Jodi tried to get Jake's attention. He still didn't look down.
Finally, she pointed at his chest. "And what do you call these missy?" Jodi
asked mockingly, with a demanding look on her face. Jake looked down at his
chest.

"Oh my gawd..." he moaned, staring intently at the two, large breast-shaped
protrusions which were stretching out his tight blouse. Now that the
so-called vitamins had worn off and he had calmed down, his true mind was
being confronted with his predicament. Jodi could tell exactley what was
happening and she loved every minute of it! "They're obviously fake..." Jake
said purposefully shifting his body and chest to demonstrate. But, to Jake's
astonishment and horror, the breasts moved quite naturally with his body.
Jake thought he could even feel them! To say the least, his demonstration was
unconvincing. "or...implants.." he finished weakly, still staring at his
chest.

"Well then...how do you explain the rest of that!" Jodi said waving a hand up
and down his body. "How do you explain that big sexy ass, those jutting hips,
and your ummm private parts deary?" Jake looked down at the rest of his body.
It definately looked different, more inflated somehow, but he couldn't really
tell how beneath the clothes.

"Now ladies...please." The executrix said. "I think we can solve this rather
easily." Jake looked up at her with hope in his young-girl, innocent eyes.
"Ms. Astor, please get me the family history on Mr. Brody." The executrix
said. Mr. Brody's attorney handed her the file immediately. The executrix
looked through the folder and quickly pulled out what she was looking for.
"Let's see here....Mr. Brody had two children, both girls. One died in 1980,
without ever having been married and without ever having any kids. The other,
her name was Betty, had one..that's interesting...it says one grandchild in
1975...and no other children. There is no birth certificate in the folder. Do
you have a birth certificate?" She asked Jake.

"Well...actually, I don't. I've never had one." He admitted nervously.

"That's fine...it's not that uncommon to have a birth certificate. The laws
of North Carolina state that, in this type of situation, I must look to other
forms of identification. Do you have a passport, or a license with you?" She
asked Jake.

"Yes, there in my portfolio." He said eagerly. One of the security guards
went over to the chair that Jake had been sitting in earlier and grabbed a
small, black rayon purse. She brought it back smiling.

"Is this your portfolio?" The guard asked teasingly.

"I've no idea who that belongs to." Jake answered laughing. The security
guard smiled at him doubtingly and opened the purse. She removed a passport
and a license and handed them to the executrix. The executrix opened up the
passport.

"Well well....according to this miss...your name is Jaquline _____. You were
born in 1974 and you're obviously related to Mr. Brody. But there's a little
F underneeth the word "sex" on your license." She said seriously. Jodi smiled
greedily.

"That's impossible!" He screamed. "That can't be me in the picture! Please
hand it to..." he stopped in mid sentence. He could now remember bits and
pieces of the last few weeks, but it was very foggy, like the memory of a
dream. He vaguely remembered going to the Motor Vehicle Administration
to...what did he do there... To Renew his license?? Yes that was it. Brenda
had suggested that he renew his license. And he thought he remembered Brenda
asking him if he wanted to go with her to get her passport renewed. But that
was for Brenda? Wasn't it?? He tried to remember the details but he couldn't.
And then there was a trip to the courthouse. What was that for? Didn't Brenda
say that she wanted to get her middle name changed? But he didn't get his
name changed...did he? He remembered signing something, but Brenda had said
that he was just signing as a witness for her. He looked over at Jodi, and
was startled to see that she was staring at him. 'I wan't you.' Jodi mouthed
at Jake and then snarled at him with her teeth. Nobody else heard or saw.
Jake looked at her horror strucken.

"Oh but it is you....that's your young and pretty face in the
picture...that's your long silky hair...and those are your absolutely
adorable little eyes." The executrix said seriously. "It's you in both of the
pictures." Jodi's smile widened.

"No...no! You don't understand! I don't know who that girl in the picture
is!" Jake screamed in his new, sultry voice. The security guards tightened
their grips once again, holding him virtually imobile "Someone must have
altered my license." He turned and looked at Jodi. You had something to do
with this didn't you? I know you did!!" He turned back to the executrix.
"She's my X wife!! She did something to my license! Hey...and it's just
pictures after all. They don't mean anything!! Look
at.....mmm..hey....mmmmphh!! Mmmphhh!!" During his little tantrum, Jake
didn't see Jodi circle behind him. Jodi had grabbed Jake's head and tilted it
back with her left hand. Jodi previously had a pair of white, satin panties
balled up in her right fist. She had stuffed the panties into Jake's mouth
gagging him.

"Mmmmpphh!" Jake tried to scream. Jodi held the panties in place with her
left hand and, with her right hand, she quickly looped a silk scarf over
Jake's head and slid it between his lipstick-covered lips. She cinched the
scarf extremely hard and tied a double knot behind Jake's head. The scarf
prevented Jake from spitting the panties out of his mouth. Jake immediately
realized that the scarf had been drenched in Tiffany (Jodi wanted Jake to be
overwhelmed by her perfume and associate the smell with his state of
helplessness).

"Mmmmphh!! Mmmmmphhh!!" Jake tried to scream again but the panties and scarf
made for a very practical and very effective gag. Bound and gagged, Jake was
completely helpless: he ws completely at the mercy of these women.

"I'm sorry Ms. Baxter...but I've heard enough of her nonsense for one day!"
Jodi said. She then turned and slapped Jake hard accross the face. Jake
stopped trying to scream for a second and then started even louder this time.
Jodi slapped him again...and then again...and then again. Jake got the
message quickly and quieted down. Jodi looked at Ms. Baxter and said, "I
think we can continue now." Her eyes flashed at Jake.

"In light of all of Miss Jaqueline's complaints and allegations....I think it
would be prudent of me to make sure there is no merit to any of her
statements." The executrix said.

"Ok...why don't you gently remove her blouse and skirt." Jodi said casually,
while deep down inside she was absolutely thrilled at the idea of intorducing
Jake to his new body and humiliating him at the same time. "I'll compensate
her handsomely for her embarassment." Jodi added.

"That sounds perfect. I'm sorry Miss..but we really do need to make sure.
Since the estate is worth roughly a billion dollars that is." The executrix
said in her light british accent. And with that she walked over to Jake and
began unbuttoning his blouse.

"Please, allow me to help." Jodi said smiling. She bent over sticking her
butt out, knowing that Jake was probably looking at it even in his current
situation. She was right. She then unzipped Jake's skirt, removed it, and
laid it gently on a chair. Jake started struggling again which gave Jodi an
excuse to tie him up even more. She looped some rope above his breasts and
below his breasts and then tied it tightly over his amrs.

"Mmmphhhh!" Jake could now feel his breasts snuggly between the ropes. Jodi
then expertly tied his ankles together, and then tied his legs together above
and below the knees.

Jake was wearing a white satin push-up bra and matching white satin panties.
Jake's C-cup breasts were practically spilling out of his bra. They were
obviously not fake. A white lace garter belt wrapped tightly around Jake's
tight waist, and stretched over his jutting hips. Four white satin garters
held up his nylons, which, in turn, stretched quite nicely over the smooth,
creamy flesh of his voluptous, womanly thighs. From the look of his body the
UF-V2000 pill was kicking in bigtime! Jake's panties pressed tightly against
his smooth, flat pelvis and crotch. The executrix turned Jake around and
looked at his large but tight ass. The white satin panties were pulled taut
all the way around. There was no mistake, Jake had the ass of a woman.
Although it was difficult to move in the ropes, Jake looked down at his body
and tried to move his legs and pelvis around to get a better view. With his
skirt and blouse removed, Jake was slowly starting to realize the full extent
of his predicament.


"Well well...." the executrix said admiring Jake's body. "You have a
beautiful body miss. Yes indeed. You have a very lovely body...with nice
assets...shall we say." She said seriously, pressing her hand on Jake's satin
covered pelvis. Jake could feel her hand on him...but it felt like his pelvis
was slightly padded. She slowly slid her hand down Jake's pelvis. "I'm sorry
miss, believe me, but I have a plane to catch and I need to make sure." She
slid her hand all the way down to Jake's crotch and nestled it between his
thighs. He could feel her gloved hand on his inner thighs. The executrix
extended her index finger and pressed it against Jake's panties. Jake could
feel her finger on him, and could feel the taut satin panties sliding against
him, but it felt different and he didn't know why. The executrix pressed
harder and then rubbed her finger forward and backward once. Through Jake's
panties, the executrix felt the familiar curve of a vagina, and felt her
finger slowly pry the tight lips apart. An erotic tingling feeling
overwhelmed Jake instantly. It was stronger than any he had ever had in his
life. He could feel his lips being spread open...he could feel his vagina! At
the same time his stomach dropped, and he felt instantly naseaus with the
realization. His heartbeat increased rapidly, perspiration beads emerged on
his forhead. The entire time Jodi was watching him intently, drinking in
every emotion on his face. Despite all of the thoughts which were racing
through his mind and before he realized what he was doing, Jake's hips and
pelvis thrust forward, as if they had a mind of their own, reacting to the
stimulation. The executrix pulled her finger away instantly.

"Well that settles it miss, you are 100% woman. I have a plane to catch, so
let's get on with the reading." She said, returning to her desk. The security
guards sat Jake down on the floor and left him there while Ms. Baxter read
the will one more time. After she finished she concluded, "Since there is no
grandson who has lived to reach the age of 25, by the law of the state of
North Carolina, I hereby declare that Ms. Anderson is entitled to Mr. Brody's
entire estate."

"Mmmpphhh! Mmmpphhh!" Jake whinned through his gag. "Nnnn! Nnnnnn!!" It
appeared that he was trying to say no. He looked up at the executrix in
dispair, his innocent eyes begging for her to stop the proceedings.


"Now look miss...I'm just doing my job. Please understand that. It's rather
cruel that Mr. Brody didn't leave you anything...but that was not my decision
to make. The estate is enormous. Perhaps Ms. Anderson will share a small
portion of it with you out of kindness." The excutrix said to Jake. She then
turned to Jodi and the lawyer. "Now, if the two of you will just sign here,
we'll be all though." Both women signed the piece of paper which the
executrix was holding . "That's it then!" She said.

"Yes...that takes care of everything." The attorney added. "Ms. Anderson, I
must be running. Thank you and goodbye." She said shaking Jodi's hand. She
quickly grabbed her briefcase and headed out the door.

"Now if you'll excuse me too Ms. Anderson, I have a plane to catch. Oh....and
would you mind untying that poor dear for me? I would have my assistants do
it but I'm afraid we're out of time." The executrix said.

"I'll untie her...I don't mind at all." Jodi said smiling deviously. "You go
ahead...I don't want you to miss your plane. You've put up with enough from
this girl today." She finished.

"Thank you. Ladies...I'll meet you at the car." The executrix said to her
guards. Jake sat there silently thinking for a half-minute, thinking about
the billion-dollar estate that he had just lost. That half-minute would end
up costing him greatly. Jake didn't realize that everyone was leaving,
everyone but he and Jodi that is, until it was too late.

"Mmmmpphhh! Mmmphhhh!" He tried to get the executrix's attention, but Jodi
had already taken proactive measures and had walked the executrix out of the
room. Jake turned his head around and looked at the entryway leading to the
front door and could see that the security guards were already outside.
"Mmmmpphhh! Mmmmphhh!! Hmmmphhh!" He doubled his efforts at escape but it was
hopeless: the ropes were too tight and were tied with expertise. He stopped
working on the ropes and tried to spit out the gag. He tried to push the
panties around with his tongue but it was useless: the panties were in too
deep and he could barely move his tongue at all. Even if he could have moved
his tongue, the silk scarf tied around his mouth and head was keeping the
panties firmly in place. The smell of Tiffany was still wafting up from the
scarf and overwhelming Jake. Before he knew Jodi was saying goodbye to the
executrix at the front door. Seconds later Jake heard the front door creak
shut. Immediately thereafter, Jake heard the ominous sound of Jodi's heels
clicking on the wooden floor of the hallway, slowly getting louder and slowly
getting closer. All of the sudden she was there, looming above him in her
short, tight black skirt, her black stockings, her heels, and her white silk
blouse. She loomed over him with her legs spread and her hands on her hips.
She started her lecture.

PART 10 (Revised and extended)

"It looks like we're all alone now, Jake. Or shouldn't I say Jacqueline? Yes,
I think so. For that's who you are now, forever and ever. Is Jake-e ever in
trouble now!" Her voice teased like the cat that ate the canary. "Look at you
down there on the floor in that satin push-up bra." She slowly, seductively
slid a finger under her bra strap. Then she snapped it. "Could those satin
panties be stretched any tighter by your sexy ass? And these nylon stockings
really make your legs look sexy!" She cooed, reached down and slid her hands
up Jacqueline's thighs all the way to her pelvis. "Look at you in that sexy
little garter belt. and heels, tied up and gagged like a sexy little bondage
queen! Just think, you used to be my husband. Who would ever have guessed
that looking at you now? M-m-m, m-m-m, m-m-m. You look ravishing, Darling!"
She finished in a deep sultry voice. "And now, I have you all to myself." She
rested her hands back on her hips, stared deeply into Jacqueline's pretty
eyes, and watched her reaction as her words hit home.

"By now you must be wondering what happened. and how you managed to get
yourself into such a pretty mess? Well, I suppose you are entitled to an
explanation." She frowned slightly. "And it might be fun to let you know how
this came to pass.

"It was a simple plan. I offered Brenda two million dollars to turn you into
a woman. She thought I was crazy when I first told her about it. But when I
offered her $200,000 cash up front, tax free, she jumped at the opportunity."
Jacqueline's new body didn't hide her emotions well, as Jodi could see the
look of shock on her face. "That's right, Sweetheart. Your whole relationship
with Brenda was a farce. As a matter of fact she took the job at XXX just to
get closer to you. And judging by the way things turned out, she turned out
to be an excellent seductress." Jodi cooed, drinking in the look of shock and
despair on Jacqueline's face.

"You wonder how she did it? Perhaps you remember taking some workout
'supplements'?" Jacqueline remembered. "Those were really powerful DNA female
body enhancers. Each pill has a specific 'target area' on the body. In case
you're interested, here is a list of the pills you took and what they do."
She set the list on the floor by Jacqueline's head. Jacqueline looked it over
as best she could.

UF-HL = ULTRA FEMININE HAIR LOSS 
UF-RA = ULTRA FEMININE ROUND ASS 
UF-SL = ULTRA FEMININE SEXY LEGS 
UF-WH = ULTRA FEMININE WIDE HIPS 
UF-SW = ULTRA FEMININE SLIM WAIST 
UF-AR = ULTRA FEMININE ARMS 
UF-SH = ULTRA FEMININE SHOULDERS 
UF-TOR = ULTRA FEMININE TORSO 
UF-FT = ULTRA FEMININE FEET 
UF-HN = ULTRA FEMININE HANDS 
UF-BR = ULTRA FEMININE BREASTS 
UF-CRVA = ULTRA FEMININE CROTCH/VAGINA 
UF-FF = ULTRA FEMININE FACIAL FEATURES 
UF-MAN = ULTRA FEMININE MANNERISMS 
UF-HR = ULTRA FEMININE HAIR 
UF-VC = ULTRA FEMININE VOCAL CHORDS
UF-IE = ULTRA FEMININE INNOCENT EYES 
UFV2000 = ULTRA FEMININE VOLUPTUOUS
UF-INT = ULTRA FEMININE INTERNAL

"They're not FDA approved of course. And they're very expensive" Jodi
laughed. "But I'd say they turned out to be a great investment. I have this
connection overseas, and she sold me an experimental batch. I have to admit,
even with Brenda's updates, I am astounded at the results. I had no idea the
pills would work this well on you. You look absolutely ravishing!" She ran a
hand down Jacqueline's thigh. "It might be interesting to keep you around,
let you worship my ass some more. Of course now yours is simply marvelous.

"You should be interested to know that I have other pills which are more
psychologically oriented. I have BND 2000 which will make you crave bondage.
I have DOM 2000 to promote serious dominant tendencies and SUB 2000 for
submissiveness. I have FSD 2000 which will give you ten times the sex drive
of the average heterosexual female. Basically it will make you want to screw
with every man in sight. And I have MSD 2000 which will give you ten times
the sex drive of the average male. It will make you want to mount any female
in sight, no matter how ugly. I'm going to give you some of those. But I
haven't decided what to give you yet, my little sexpot.

"You know what I love most about this whole situation? Your face still looks
like you." She put her hands on each of Jacqueline's cheeks. "It's just that
now it's so sweet, so feminine. Especially with that gorgeous long hair,
those pouty, kiss me lips, and those trusting, doe-like hazel eyes. Anyone
who knew you before would vaguely recognize that face, a relative perhaps,
but once they look at the rest of you, they would have no doubt it wasn't
Jake Anderson! Ha! I could walk you through our old neighborhood and all your
old wayward hubby pals would try to hit on you!

"The other good thing is now that the hypnotics, the 'vitamins,' Brenda gave
you, have worn off, your mind will stay exactly the same. You will retain all
the thoughts, memories, desires and dreams you once had. That's right. That
means you'll still want my fanny." She turned and wiggled her buttocks.
"Still, want it don't you? Want to kiss it, and lick it and try to drive me
wild, don't you?

"So you might want to know why I did this. Well, it's obvious isn't it? For
the money. I could have had you killed, but I'm not a murderer, Jacqueline.
I'm just a sneaky ex-wife who would do anything to humiliate her old husband.
Besides, if I had had you killed as a man, your estate would inherit the
money since you were a grandson attaining the age of twenty five. The money
would have passed according to the terms in your will. And even as much as I
made love to you, I figured you probably had written me out of your will by
now. If you 'disappeared', so would the money.

"So, what to do, what to do? If I turned you into a woman I knew that you
couldn't inherit the money. Since you were the only grandchild, and Dennis's
children are all dead, if you couldn't inherit that would make me his heir!
You see, Dennis kept a copy of his will in the house, and I happened to run
across it one day. Actually I worked damn hard to find it. So I knew turning
you into a woman would do the trick.

I remembered from our marriage that you don't have a birth certificate. A
little research on North Carolina estate law found that the executrix would
have to look at your passport or driver's license to verify your sex. Getting
those changed was no problem after Brenda increased your 'vitamin' dosage.
They were really moderately strong hypnotic drugs. They made you extremely
susceptible to suggestions. Coupled with Brenda's natural ability to
persuade, they pretty much did the trick. But it was my idea to take you off
the 'vitamins' today, so reality would hit you nice and hard, just as my plan
came together!

"I really must give Brenda a nice remembrance gift for doing that. Let's see.
Your balls? You don't have any. Your clothes? Too bulky. But that's a germ of
an idea. I've got it! A nice plaque! A nice trophy mount of something of
yours over a brass plate inscribed 'Jacqueline Servita Anderson' with today's
date. And I'll have some of your clothes from today bronzed and mounted!
Let's see now, what would make a good trophy? Your D-cups, of course. And
your panties. And, oh, those opera gloves! Add a sweet curl of your hair
hanging down between the bra cups, and a trophy clip from your pubes above
your panties. Oh, that will simply be magnificent! I'm sure Brenda will
simply love it." She paused a full minute, letting the impact of her words
sink into Jacqueline.

"You're probably wondering about the effects of the pills. Well, they
generally take five to ten days to 'kick in'. But don't worry, Love, none of
the effects are permanent. They are supposed to wear off in about six months.
Of course you've reacted so strongly, you may take a little longer."
Jacqueline perked up, looked relieved. Jodi smiled deviously. "That is,
unless you take UF-INT. Once that kicks in, everything is permanent. I was
told that UF-INT works a little differently than the other pills. It's time
released for the same day but its effects can be neutralized by the caffeine
equivalent of a six-pack of soda consumed before the time release starts."

Jacqueline looked down at the list again and saw UF-INT at the bottom. "Oh,
don't bother to look at the list. Brenda slipped me a note which says she
gave you UF-INT this morning at 8:00. By my information, it hasn't kicked in
yet." Jacqueline sighed through her gag, sounding relieved. Jodi looked at
her watch. "It should kick in in exactly two hours." Jacqueline's eyebrows
raised and she looked mortified again. "So that gives you about two hours to
talk yourself out of this little jam you're in." She ran her hands lightly
over her hips, up her stomach and to her breasts. "Or else these are yours to
keep. Forever." She seductively squeezed Jacqueline's melons and mound and
pouted. "But it would be such a shame to get rid of these, they're so soft,
so tender, so sweet." She unhooked the front clasp and mouthed a released
nipple. Jacqueline moaned in spite of herself.

"See how much you like this body? Don't you want to keep it? Forever? And I
have absolutely no intention of untying you. Oh, no. As a matter of fact, I'm
going to tie you up tighter to make sure you don't get away. I don't want any
doubt about my inheritance. I can't let anyone know a grandson attained
twenty-five." A large black bag sat in a corner of the room. Jodi sauntered
over to it, pulled out a large hour glass and placed it on a coffee table
before Jacqueline. The sand in the upper chamber immediately started pouring
into the lower chamber. "You know what the hour glass is for, I suppose. I'll
flip it over in an hour. And when it runs out the second time, you'll be your
new sexy, pretty woman self forever."

"M-mph-h! Mm-mph-hh!!" Jacqueline tried to plead through her gag but it was
hopeless. Jodi was having none of it.

"What's that? You'll have to speak more clearly. I can't understand a word
you're saying." She laughed. "But really, Sweetie, I'm almost sorry. But I
can't take any chances. After all, it is a billion dollars." With that she
got up and walked out of the room. Jacqueline renewed her struggle, but Jodi
was back in a flash. But now she had more rope. She rolled Jacqueline onto
her face and pinned her on the ground. She sat on top of her head, knees by
her shoulders, her strong nylon covered thighs straddling her head. Whenever
Jacqueline started struggling she would squeeze her thighs tightly and
Jacqueline would stop immediately. She began retying her captive. Halfway
through, she sat off the head and instructed her prisoner to kneel back. Her
legs were still tied securely together at the ankles, and above and below the
knees.

"If you think about hopping away. I'll slap another thought into you! So
don't even think about it, Missy!" She slapped Jacqueline hard across the
face just to show her she meant business. Keeping her kneeling, she untied
her elbows, then made her sit through her tied wrists. She made her stick her
ankles into the loop of her arms and pull her wrists over her knees. Now her
tied hands were in front of her. "Touch toes, Deary!" She forced Jacqueline
to bend over and bound tightly together tied wrists to tied ankles.
Jacqueline's palms now rested on top of her feet. She retied her elbows, this
time closer together, lashing the space in between. Then she tied her elbows
to her leg tie just below the knees. Finally, Jodi undid the ropes tied
around Jacqueline's breasts. She tied them tightly around her thighs before
expertly adding cinches to keep Jacqueline's thighs and chest as tight
together as possible. The ultimate effect caused Jacqueline to bend over
dramatically. Her breasts were almost completely squeezed between her arms.
Toppled over on her knees, her sexy ass stuck out behind. Jodi looked her
over with a devilish grin on her face: she was quite satisfied with her work.

"You know Jacqueline, you have an excellent future as a bondage model." She
laughed, slapping Jacqueline's ass. "Those satin gloves make you look a
little slutty, though," she teased. "Oh, my. Where does the time go when
you're having fun?" She pointed to the hour glass. It was already a third of
the way down. "Don't worry Jacqueline, I'm not going to leave you by
yourself. I'm going to stay here with you and keep you company! We'll count
down the time together, just like on New Year's Eve. After all, it really
will be a big new beginning for you!"

Jodi walked over to the black bag in the corner and removed some items. She
brought them back to Jacqueline. One was a bottle of Tiffany. She sprayed it
all over Jacqueline who looked at her, confused. "I know how you love the
smell of Tiffany, Jacqueline. I want you to smell as sexy as you look, to get
a mood to match your hot bod, associating it with me forever." She laughed,
looking into her eyes. Jodi picked up a cat-o-nine-tails off the floor, then
circled behind Jacqueline and out of her view. The next thing Jacqueline
knew, Jodi was rubbing her ass, pulling down her panties. "Oh, these really
are magnificent! You should see. So plump, so pink, so wide, so round, exact
hearts for haunches. They're much more exquisite than I imagined even in
those tight satin panties. They'll drive an ass lover wild. They'll just be
perfect to roll back on when a man is driving his pecker deep into your muff.
And they're just perfect for spanking!"

Whapp!! "M-mph!! M-mph!" The cat-o-nine tails stung Jacqueline's ass softly.
She jumped out of surprise more than pain. She struggled briefly to get out
of the ropes but it was pointless.

"I wouldn't struggle too much, Deary! You're liable to fall over onto your
pretty little face. You don't have to worry, Jacqueline. I'm not going to
hurt you. I'm just going to humiliate you for the next two hours!" she cooed.
Whapp!! The cat stung Jacqueline's ass again. Whapp!! Whapp!! Whapp!! Whapp!!
Jodi spanked her with the cat several more times, laughing out loud with each
stroke. "You really should see yourself, Jacqueline. Your rosy pink cheeks
make you look the perfect kinky little bitch!" Whapp!! Whapp!! Whapp!! The
spanking grew harder and faster. When the hour was over Jodi flipped the hour
glass over.

"Halfway home, Sweetie! You're not begging very hard. I really think you'd
like to be a woman. With that bod, you wouldn't have to worry about dates, or
whether you've been laid often enough. Just think, your flowing tunnel filled
to overflowing with a man's sperm, your tight bung hole punched by a dick, a
spurting fountain between your tits, your luscious mouth sucking a man's
lollipop. With your bod, I believe you could take on an entire basketball
team at the same time and satisfy them all! Think of the orgasms you would
have! Wouldn't you like that, Jacqueline?"

Jacqueline's head shook frantically, eyes panicked. Jodi cocked her head.
"No? I thought maybe you just couldn't wait for your first gang bang. But
perhaps not yet. It is still early, Pet."

Jodi and Jacqueline watched together as the sand flowed, marking off the
second hour. Jodi stroked Jacqueline's body and rolled her panties onto her
thighs. She used her unhindered access to her breasts, her clit and cunt.
After five minutes, Jacqueline was totally hot and bothered, eyes closed,
body straining, memories of the executrices's exquisite touch coursing
through her. Jodi removed her gag so her mouth could service her. Jacqueline
hoped Jodi would relent if she gave really good head, so she worked harder
than she ever had. She licked and sucked whatever Jodi presented her, toes,
legs, tits, pussy and even up her ass. At last Jodi's body shuddered and
stiffened a second time.

Jodi sighed. "That was nice. Brings back old times. But this time I'm not the
one hanging. But you've been such a good little harlot, I think you've earned
a reward."

Jacqueline's face brightened and she rested her cheek on Jodi's derriere.
"Thank you, Jodi., oh, thank you. I'll be good, I promise. I'll do whatever
you want without complaint."

"Not that, Dumpling. This." Jodi slid her fingers through the space between
Jacquelinefs thighs, fingering her pussy lips. Her index finger slipped up to
brush her throbbing clitoris, while her middle and ring fingers slipped
inside her steaming hole. One stroke, two, and Jacqueline's body began to
shudder. A spread of the hand, a squeeze of the ass, ram home and rock the
baby.

Jacqueline arched against her bindings, threw her head back, whipping her
shoulders with her hair. "Ai-i-ie-ey-yah! Ai-i-ie-ey-yah! Oh, oh, oh,
ai-i-ie-ey-yah!" Her full hips clenched tight against Jodi's hand, her thighs
shuddered.

Jodi smiled at the sight of Jacqueline's flushed, spent body. "You know, I'll
bet Brenda was right. You orgasm so easily I'll bet you are a fabulous lay
for a woman, even as a piece of pussy. I wonder what it would be like to lie
with you? Would you like that, Precious? Mhm?"

As Jacqueline recovered, Jodi left her gag off. Jacqueline began to plead,
her life as a male on the line. What matters fortune if I don't have a life
to enjoy it? "Please, Jodi, please. Give me something to drink. I love you're
taste, but the salt of you is driving me crazy."

"You just love those diet colas, don't you, Jacqueline? And that and coffee
is all that's in the house, except tap water. I could give you one, I
suppose, but UF-INT is an experimental drug. Suppose they got the antidote
wrong and just a little did the trick? Then all this for naught. No, I think
not. When I gag you again and your saliva flow over the panties will slake
your thirst. That will have to do until you are confirmed. So tied up you
stay."

"Please, Jodi, please! Release me, let me go. You can keep the money. I won't
tell. I'll sign papers renouncing the inheritance if that will make you
happy."

"But if I just keep you like this a little longer, the money's mine anyway.
And no worries about your changing your mind, getting a lawyer and some
detectives to scream in court, 'Coercion!', especially if your privates have
changed back. Nice try, Jacqueline, but tied up you stay. And oh, you have
less than thirty minutes."

"Wasn't I good for you just now? It's only because I still love you. I've
never really gotten over you. Please, Jodi, please? For the good times?"

"Then what were you doing with Brenda? Playing patty cake? I don't deny you
still lust after me, and part of my enjoyment of your predicament is that
deep down there's still a connection. But love is built on trust, and that
was gone by the divorce. And after tonight it's busted all to hell and back.
Sorry, Jacqueline, guilt based on claims of love won't work either. Tied up
you stay, and time's a-wastin' for you."

"Please, Jodi, please. I do love you. Keep me as your slave. I'll do whatever
you say. You will need a staff for this house. I'll do whatever you say, wear
whatever you want. Do you want me to wear one of those position monitors like
people on house arrest? I'll wear one. Do you want me to wear one of those
perimeter shock collars for pets? I'll put it on myself if you want, or bow
my head without protest and let you collar me. Just please, Jodi, please,
don't do this to me."

"Well at least that's somewhat better. A buxom French maid running around in
next to nothing saying 'Mais oui, Madame; Immediatement, Madame,' would be
fun. But a male really wouldn't be a maid. With all the money I now have,
I'll get the real thing. No, Jacqueline, that was a very nice try, but a
substitute just won't do. Tied up you stay, and my patience is running thin."

"Please, Jodi please. I'll be your slave. You can keep me on the UF pills as
long as it pleases you. I'll take them like clockwork. And you know you'll
enjoy keeping me in suspense. I'll be your personal maid, your very personal
maid. As your slave, I know my body is yours to do with as you like. I'll eat
you every night if you want. You can watch your guests suck my tits and screw
my pussy if it pleases you. I will do anything you say without question. And
you'll have the unique pleasure of knowing what I am. Just please, Jodi,
please. Don't let the UF-INT take effect."

"True that would be different. Our little secret from the world, right? You
do know how to intrigue me, Jacqueline. Aye, there's the rub. You convince
someone to examine your DNA and game's over. Besides keeping you on
maintenance would be too costly for the fun of it. No, if I'm to keep you as
my very personal maid, you really should be one. A maid, and not a maiden.
Meaning a real woman with a permanent pussy crease, forever and ever.
Besides, you're probably thinking I only had the one UF-INT pill. I do have
another, but why take chances? Close, but no cigar, or cola in your case. No
tied up you stay. And I'm tiring of this little game of thrust and parry, so
back in your gag you go."

"No, Jodi, no! Please no! Just tell me what you want! I'll do it! Pl . . ."
Jodi shoved the panties back in Jacqueline's mouth and began wrapping the
scarf around her head.

"Please don't misunderstand, Pet. I just love hearing you grovel. But right
now all I want is for you to be quiet. Now hold still so your knots are nice
and tight. How does that look? Oh charming, just charming. Bindings become
you so. Now upsy daisy on the love seat, and watch the sands of your male
life run out. Let me swing you feet up so you can turn your head and watch.
I'd say you still have a little over, oh say, fifteen minutes?

"And I think what I want from you, really and truly want for you, is for you
to truly become a woman. I mean who could give up that body? And that
wonderful, easy sexual response of your touch points? As I see it, I'm really
doing you a favor. With that figure, you're going to have more sex in the
next year than in all your life up to now and that includes our marriage. I
mean you just ooze sex appeal, for a lot of women and for any man who can get
it up at all. I'll bet you have more orgasms in the next month than most
women have their whole lives, you're just that sexy. Now let's just pretend
it's New Year's Eve. When the sand runs out, the ball drops, and yours
disappear forever." Jodi shivered. "I just find that so exciting! Don't you?
Guess not. Yet. But give it fifteen minutes. You will."

When the sand in the hour glass slid down to its last ten minutes, Jacqueline
resumed begging though her gag. "M-mph-h! Eas-s-se fodi! Eas-s-se-e! M-mph-h!
M-mph-h!!!" Her long brown hair flipped wildly back and forth as she
struggled to release herself. His innocent eyes pleaded, begging Jodi to
release her.

"You're almost out of time Jacqueline. You know, I can still save you. I
could let you loose right now and get you some coffee. You'd probably be
O.K."

"Eas-s-se, 'odi! Eas-s-se-e! Nn-an-ng! M-mph-h! Nn-an-ng! Eas-s-se-e!" Tears
streamed down her face.

"Nah! There's no fun in that!" Jodie just kept watching the hour glass as
Jacqueline kept pleading, crying.

With just the last grains of time left to slide down, Jodie softly touched
Jacqueline's cheeks with her hands. "No need for your gag now." She continued
talking as she untied and unwound the scarf from Jacqueline's pouty mouth.
"And give up a billion dollars? No way. How would I pay Brenda? And I
wouldn't be able to enjoy selling you as part of a female slave lot on the
Slaves'4'U's auction web site tomorrow night." Jacqueline looked horrified.
"Just a little added surprise to make this truly your special day." Her tone
was matter-of-fact as she removed the panty gag. "So sorry, my adorable new
bitch to be. I guess your days as a male are truly over. Just about any
minute now." She turned the hour glass over again and walked out of the room.

She paused at the door. "Oh. One other thing? The UF-INT? Besides making the
changes permanent, it gives you all the internal organs of a female. If you
aren't careful, you will get knocked up. And suffer through natural
childbirth. And I'd say by how UFV2000 boosted all the other pills, you'll
get preggie if a man breathes on you on the right day. And by the size of
those knockers, you'll drop twins, maybe even triplets or quads. Ta-ta!" She
walked through the door, waving.

"No, Jodi, come back! Please don't do this to me." Jacqueline hoped against
hope. This is just Jodi's last great bad joke. She's coming back with coffee.
It's a bluff. Nothing will happen. But the others worked. "Jodi! No, please!
I'll do anything you say, any . . ." With her second plea, Jacqueline felt a
pulling in her upper body, a bursting in her breasts. She knew it was too
late for coffee.

"Agh-h-h! Not yet! Oh migawd! The pain! No! Please! A-a-a-gh-h-h! No!" Then
in her lower body, stronger, a tearing and swelling both at once.
"A-a-a-gh-h-h! Oh migawd! Migawd, no! No! Please, no! Ah-a-a-a-gh-h-h-h!!"
She grew dizzy, the room began to spin.

All at once, she felt a sharp snap deep inside her stomach, her chest, her
pelvis. The pain of world's strongest cramp combined with that of childbirth
to squeeze her even tighter than the ropes. "Aa-ai-i-ie-e-e-e!
Ah-a-a-a-gh-h-h-h! Oh! No! Ah-aa-ai-i-ie-e-e-yah!! Ah-ah-a-ag-gh-h-h!! Oh!
Oh! Ah-aa-ai-i-ie-e-e-yah!!! Ah-aa-ai-i-ie-e-e-yah!!! When she stopped
shrieking, she fainted.

PART 11

She came to an hour later to another predicament. She was totally naked,
except for her gag and bonds, seated on an ottoman, tied back-to-back with a
sexy feeling, naked, auburn haired twenty three year old woman. Their ankles
and wrists were crossed and tied together. They were also lashed together at
the elbows and ropes wrapped around each of their waists bound them together.

When Jodi saw Jacqueline was awake, she came over and stroked her hair.
"Well. You finally joined us, my divine Miss Jacqueline. Now that the UF-INT
has done its work, you are irretrievably and completely female. My, my, my.
You are just an unbelievably voluptuous, fully equipped, delectable, creamy
dish of a bang tail. Your squeals as the UF-INT converted you, giving you
your vital female parts and opening your birth canal, were just the most
wonderful sounds I have ever heard. Those were peals of joy in there, weren't
they?" Jacqueline's eyes filled with tears. "No? Are you sure? They should
have been. All that nasty uncertainty over and done with. Do I want to? Don't
I? Will she? Won't she? Now you can get on with fulfilling your true destiny
without any distractions. What's that? Why as a female sex slave, of course.
Banging away all day, every day. With that curvaceous body, that hot box of
yours, and the way you look in bondage, you're a natural!"

Jodi gathered up Jacqueline's hair. pulling her head back to look directly in
her wide eyes. "Still have those innocent eyes? How nice! You know what? Even
when you had a dick and balls, I always felt you would make a beautiful
woman. Boy was that ever on the money! In every sense of the word! But I
never dreamed you'd look this good. It's almost tempting to keep you.
Almost."

"I don't mind admitting I creamed my pants just hearing you scream! I do hope
we got that on tape! Just knowing you were permanently a nubile, fertile
female set my pussy all aquiver. Just the thought of how that tight, moist
crack of yours will be so full of pulsating meat in a few days made me come
even before I could look in on you. And then you were so deliciously
helpless, lying there in a ball on the floor, I just had to come again before
I could do anything with you."

Jodi took Jacqueline's chin between her finger and thumb, twisting it back
and forth. "I wonder? When do you think your first period will be? It should
be a doozy! But maybe you won't have one. Maybe you'll already be, shall we
say, 'in a delicate condition?' before then. Or do you prefer the term, 'in a
family way?' Or maybe, 'with child?' Me, I prefer to think you'll be just
plain old fashioned knocked up. Old Dennis may have descendants after all.
Just not the way he thought." Jodi laughed long and hard. "Wasn't that just
too, too exquisite? Didn't you just get an image of you on the table, feet in
the stirrups, your belly distended like a blimp with all those babies,
screaming your head off as you crown, a midwife yelling at you, fPush! Push!'
No? Think about it. A woman's most creative moment. And you're going to get
to experience every bit of it. Lucky you."

Utter desperation flashed across Jacqueline's face. Pregnant? Twins?

"You know, seeing your results has been so exciting I may just want to
transform a male myself. Of course yours will always have a special place in
my heart. You just turned out to be so gorgeous. And you have those delicious
extras, being my ex and with all that money at stake. Plus there's never
anything like the first time."

Jodi tossed her long blonde hair to the side. "We are just setting!up to film
you two in your ad vid for the auction. Lucky you, Jacqueline. You're going
to have company in tomorrow night's sale. I picked her up hitchhiking
yesterday and I figure nobody will miss her." Jodi pointed to the woman tied
to Jacqueline. "I've listed you two as Jacqueline and Jennifer, a young pair
of bi lovers. That's right: your sale will be a two-for-one deal! Isn't that
thrilling? And that should let me more than recoup the costs of your
conversion drugs."

"M-m-m, m-mhm-m, m-m-mhm!" Jennifer moaned behind her gag. Her moans sounded
like she enjoyed herself. She struggled against her ropes, turning, trying to
get a good look at Jacqueline. Jacqueline struggled uselessly: they were tied
tightly together, their knees spread wide apart. "My, my, Jacqueline. The
UFV2000 pill really did a number on you! Your breasts are truly breathtaking!
Now that you're out of that bra, they jiggle divinely. And your nipples! What
can I say? Perfect morsels, perfect pert little pyramids, pointing up from
such rosy pink titty rings. And such a tiny waist! Scarlett would be envious!
And that lovely little bush over that tight, full lipped crease! And what a
vibrant rosebud inside! I just had to peek. I never could resist unwrapping a
present early. Pity there's no hymen. But Jennifer would have busted that
tonight anyway. Your hips and thighs are just grand! You look like you could
take on an entire team and satisfy them. You turned out to be truly choice!
You should fetch top dollar!"

Jodi slowly strutted around, rubbing her crotch. She came back to Jacqueline
whose knees were spread wide apart. Try as she might, she could not close
them. Jodi ran her hands over her hips, inside her thighs, trailing her
fingertips up her crevice. "Oh, my goodness, you are such a soft, curvaceous
little bitch now, aren't you? Enjoy this sweet, tight cleft of yours while
you can. Between constant screwing and multiple births, you'll be stretched
out to beat the band before you know it."

Jodi put her freshly glossed lips close to one of Jacqueline's ears and
whispered. "Jacqueline, I gave your companion here a dose of MSD 2000 and DOM
2000 last night. That's right, the fuck a woman and treat 'em like dirt
pills. She got a good look at you when I dragged you in by the hair to tie
you two together. I could hardly get you two tied up she was touching you so
much. She's just dying to get out of her ropes so she can ravish you in
yours. She hasn't stopped bouncing up and down on her pussy since. I also
gave her a half dose of BND 2000 and a half dose of SUB 2000. I thought that
would be fitting in case you two are bought by a B&D house.

"I'm still deciding what I'm going to give you. Definitely a full dose of BND
2000 and SUB 2000. Would you like a full dose of FSD 2000? Or maybe MSD 2000?
Why not both of those, too? Make you into a horny bi-sexual slut. It's
fitting since you've had sex as each gender. Would you like that? Never mind.
I do. In any case we're going to have a little demonstration tonight on your
auction ad vid of how sexually totally devoted the two of you are going to
become to each other."

Jodi looked into Jacqueline's eyes watching her expression as her remark sank
in. She saw sheer, utter panic. "Now Jacqueline, I want you to know exactly
what's going to happen to you. I need to cut a nice hot three minute ad video
of the pair of you in action to play for an intro to your appearance on
Slaves'4'U's auction site tomorrow night. Just think of it as an ultimately
sexy music video with a really big payoff. They play one for each element of
the lot being sold each half hour. That means thirty minutes to an hour of
raw footage. And we'll do a live remote feed of the two of you during your
bidding period.

"Now Jacqueline, in the studio I'm going to release her before you. Then
we're going to film her dominating you, playing with you, using you. And I
just know you're going to love it. Even without a boost, your reactions to
Ms. Baxter's and my fingering your pussy showed you are one hot to trot,
horny little bitch. Playing a hot tape of you two doing each other should
drive your pair price up another thirty or forty thousand. I'm almost gonna
miss you, Darling. Almost." She kissed Jacqueline on the mouth, over her gag,
then pushed away from her.

"M-mph-h! 'o-od-di-i, Eas-s-se-e! M-m-mph-h!" A look of pure helplessness and
frustration passed over Jacqueline's face.

"I'd say it's time for your medications. These start to take effect almost
immediately, but don't hit full force for forty-eight hours, just about the
time your new owner takes delivery. And then the effects last for four years,
more than enough time for the habits of a sex crazed whore to have taken
over. Let's see, forty eight months divided by nine. Why Jacqueline, you just
might have completed delivering your fifth set by then. It'll be such a shame
to stretch that darling little waist of yours, but c'est la vie. Name one of
your daughters for me. And one for Brenda. In gratitude for our giving you a
life of unending orgasms thanks to your transformation.

"And don't worry. I've already set aside your things for Brenda's plaque.
Including a snippet from your thatch from right above your clit. I'll send
her your love. I'm sure she'll think fondly of you every time she looks at
it. She did say you were a good lay, even when you became a piece of pussy.

"Now when I take your gag out, open wide for Mommy and be a good little
girl."

The gag came out and Jacqueline managed to spit out, "No! You can't . . ."

Jodi's fingers pinched her nose. When Jacqueline gasped for air, four large
pills popped into her throat. Jodi's right hand clamped her jaw shut while
her left pulled her head back by the golden brown hair, shaking it until she
swallowed. "Now that's Mama's good little girl. In about twenty minutes, your
pussy fire will start to really flare up. You will crave a hose or a flap to
spray liquid on that fire to try to put it out. But it will only die down,
never go out. Just think, your next four years will be an unending quest for
good orgasms."

Jodi removed Jennifer's gag as they waited fifteen minutes. She brushed her
hands over Jacqueline's body, watching her reaction build to soft touches,
her flushing, moaning, writhing. She also watched Jennifer twist and writhe
in her bonds. Jacqueline's soft moans and wafting warm pussy odors
intensified Jennifer's desire. She just had to explore the moist pussy on the
soft body lashed to hers. "Is her body soft, warm? Is she pretty? Is she wet?
I want her pussy. I want her tongue. I want to tie her down and hunch all
over her. I want to push her knees above her head and tongue her round ass. I
want to tie her hands with her hair and make her eat me. Untie me, please
Mistress. I'll eat you out while she eats me, if that's what you want.
Please, Mistress, I'm so hot. My box is on fire."

A woman's voice floated through the door. "Ready, Miss." Jodi quickly put a
rhinestone collar and leash on Jacqueline. She fastened chained cuffs on her
wrists and ankles. She did the same with Jennifer before untying them.
Finally, Jodi undid the ropes tying their waists together. She yanked both
leashes and pulled the girls up off the ottoman.

"It's show time, ladies! But before we go, I thought it would be nice if I at
least let Jacqueline wear some more comfortable shoes." Jodi produced a pair
of black, open toed, high-heeled shoes with six inch heels. She slid the
slutty shoes on her bare feet. "That's right. A nice pair of Come Fuck Me
heels, or CFM heels for short. Your toes are just scrumptious in them,
Jacqueline, with those precious red toenails of yours.

Jodi wound Jacqueline's leash tightly around her right hand and pulled her in
close. Jennifer looked down at Jacqueline's shoes. Her ardor noticeably
turned up a notch. Jennifer looked Jacqueline up and down with pure lust in
her eyes. She licked her lips, hungry for the taste of Jacqueline's body.
Jodi could have read her lascivious thoughts like a book. Jacqueline shrank
back at what she saw.

"Oh, Mistress, she looks delicious. I just want to eat her all up all over."
Jennifer's thighs began to shiver as she stood there.

Jodi laughed. "Isn't it wonderful, Jacqueline? You're first big fan. She's
having an orgasm just looking at you, thinking about what she'll do with you.
And at least she can't impregnate you." Jodi tapped Jacqueline's chin with
the cat handle, then traced the line down to her dampening snatch. She
murmured, "Getting nice and warm and wet down there, Darling?" Jacqueline
nodded through her tears of fright and shame. "Good. You'll give a stellar
performance. And don't cry. By the time you two go on the auction block,
you'll crave everything she does to you. And more. Much, much more."

She had Jennifer kiss the cat tail before handing it to her. Jodi laughed out
loud. "My, my! Are you in trouble now, Jacqueline?" With that, she tugged
their leashes, leading them through the open studio door. Jacqueline's shoes
restricted her to mincing steps ahead of her eager dominatrix. Jennifer
diddled her round ass every step of the way. When they stopped, Jennifer
dropped the cat, grabbed and spread Jacqueline's cheeks. Jacqueline's eyes
grew wide and she gasped as Jennifer rammed a finger past her sphincter,
rotating it furiously in her bung hole.

"Soft. Tight. Jennifer wants Jacqueline." She hunched against her fist as her
other hand pulled back against Jacqueline's bush. Jacqueline sobbed.

Jodi pried Jennifer off Jacqueline. "Of course you do. Just save it for the
camera. Gaffer? Position our submissive female."

A female assistant in black fastened Jacqueline on a moving rack, hands and
ankles spread eagled by leather straps. She hitched Jacqueline's forelock to
a hook, holding her head up for the camera. Jodi removed the chains from
Jennifer's wrists and ankles. The assistant adjusted the leash so it hung
between Jacqueline's ample breasts, the strap running through her bush,
nestling on her crease, the loop dangling just below her twat. Jodi settled
into a director's chair as Jennifer swung the cat.

"Digital cam womanned? Enough light? Set up shots. Pan the captive slave. Oh,
nice fear, Jacqueline! Get that shot. Close up. Pull back. Alright Jennifer,
get ready to do your thing. Just don't cut or bruise her and damage her sale
value. Or I won't let you play with her tonight and I'll have to sell you
without your playmate." Jennifer pouted.

"Lights!" A bright light came up. Jacqueline could see only the advancing
Jennifer, lovingly caressing the cat's tails. "Camera!" She struggled,
twisted in the straps, tugged her hair against the hook. "Sound!" Then the
MSD 2000 and SUB 2000 began to build. Jacqueline's pussy was on fire, her
juices flowing. I must get loose! I must prostrate myself before my beautiful
auburn domina, beg her to take me even more than Bren. I'm so hot! Why did I
ever resist becoming a woman? "Action!" Jennifer touched Jacqueline's burning
pussy with the cat handle. She screamed with pleasure, arching her body to
suck the butt end into her vagina. "Keep rolling." The camera continued
shooting the Slaves'4'U's auction ad vid, the gateway to Jacqueline's new
life as a nymphomaniac female sex slave.

PART 12

The first blush of the turning leaves was just kissing the oaks lining the
drive as the limousine turned in at the gate. The woman with her brown hair
piled in curls over an upwards French Braid bent forward to use the speaker.
"Stop on the far side of the front steps, Herman. We'll need you to get the
pram from the boot." The driver nodded. She turned to her golden brown
companion. "Nervous, Sweetheart?"

She nodded. "Thirty months isn't enough to forget this house. I just know
Jodi will do something evil, Bren. And I don't want to lose you again."

"That's why we have George. She's not going to meekly roll over, even with
the twins and the goods on her. George is our equalizer. Just don't eat or
drink anything from her or Alice is in Wonderland again. With Jodi as the
Queen of Hearts. Do you have everything you need, George?"

The large, solid, lean hipped brunette nodded. "I am the pro, Miz Andrew.
Just leave the muscle to me."

"Of course. At your discretion.

The limo rolled to a gentle stop. Herman held opened the passenger as the
three emerged. He opened the trunk lid, and unfolded the double stroller.
When he rolled it to the door, Jacqueline reached inside and brought out two
bundled up babies, depositing one in each side. She knelt to strap them in,
cooing all the while. "How is Mommy's precious? Don't be frightened. Mommy's
with you. Mommy will feed you in a little while."

"Alright. Herman, if you will help carry the stroller up the steps? And have
the car running at that end in case we have to beat a hasty retreat."

Brenda rang the bell, a deep Winchester quarter chime resounding through the
house, as George surveyed the front. She put a gloved hands around
Jacqueline's shoulder as she waited, kissing her ear. "Everything will work
out. You'll see. Just leave it to your lady."

Jacqueline smiled at her, shaky but trying to be brave.

The massive door opened, held in the crimson tipped fingers of a flaxen
blonde woman in a black cutaway, full ankle length skirt and wrist bangles.
"Yes?"

"We're here to see Ms Anderson."

"I was not aware she was expecting visitors. Who shall I say is calling?"

"Brenda Andrew. And family."

"If you will step into the parlor, I will let Ms Anderson know of your
arrival."

The blonde's chignoned nape lead them across the marble foyer into a spacious
sitting room, furnished with two divans and sitting chairs. Dried fall
arrangements filled two large garnet vases on a side table. Brenda settled
into a chair facing the door, removing her gloves, while George inspected the
furniture. Jacqueline settled on a divan and lifted the children from their
carriage onto her gray skirted thigh. They were quickly playing "Ride a
Cocked Horse," rubbing noses.

"I see she hasn't bothered to redecorate. What now, George?"

He shook his head slightly, looking up at the painted ceiling. "Bugs, even in
a place like this. With eyes, yet."

"Pity. Well, we wait."

A clock ticked off time on the mantle. After ten minutes, the door opened.
"Ms Anderson."

"Brenda! Darling! Partner! And who is this gorgeous husband of yours?" She
stopped dead when she spotted Jacqueline. "You! What are . . ."

"I fear you're under some misapprehension, Jodi. Mr. Stonearm is not my
husband. Jacqueline is my wife. And those are our daughters on her knees,
Jodi and Jennifer. Jodi is the stunning little blonde. Jennifer is the too
precious little Eurasian. Shall we retire to the library to catch up on old
times? It's this way, if I remember correctly."

Jodi settled in behind the desk, Brenda and Jacqueline in chairs before it,
Jacqueline rocking the twins in their stroller. George Stonearm settled into
a Windsor chair behind the library table where he could watch both Jodi and
the door. "Wouldn't your, ehr . . ."

"Companion. I'm fine here. This way I won't be in the way while you ladies
catch up."

"Could I get my major domo, Josephina, to bring you something? You must be
thirsty after your ride. I wish you had let me know you were coming. I could
have received you properly."

"No thank you. The limo has refreshments in back. Under the circumstances, I
thought just coming would be best."

"But I might have been gone. You won't mind if I have something?"

"No, please. The social schedule of a wealthy woman like yourself is well
publicized. You just returned from sixty days in Asia. You are to be 'at
home' until Thanksgiving, except for your monthly board meeting in London. I
did not think we would miss you."

"I must say, Brenda, you are full of surprises. You are, uh, married? To
Jacqueline? What a curious turn of events."

Jacqueline shivered.

"Is something wrong, Sweetheart?"

"It''s just that this is where, where, you know. I transformed."

Brenda squeezed Jacqueline's hand. "Is it? And I'm so grateful. Try not to
think of it for a few minutes." Brenda turned to Jodi. "Perhaps it is
curious. The trophy mount and sale tape you so graciously sent kept her in my
mind. After six months of looking at her, in absentia so to speak, I realized
I wanted her in my life. Permanently. So I found a very discrete detective to
track her down. The sales tape provided a convenient starting point."

The blonde appeared in the door. "You buzzed, Madam?"

"Yes, Josephina. Bring a pot of tea. One cup. The Vanilla Assam, I think."

"Very good, Madam." Josephina shut the door behind her.

"But the buyer and seller records are kept offshore."

"But the site runs from here. Clerks and techs will always sell information
for relatively little when it's handled properly. It took sixty days for the
trail to reveal itself, another sixty days to track her through two more
owners to find where she was. But at the end of the trail, I was able to
negotiate the repurchase of my darling Jacqueline. Her last owner became more
reasonable the closer her due date became. There is an interesting niche of
men turned on by pregnant women, but he really didn't want the mess and
expense of caring for babies. Especially twins."

"But married?"

"A quick trip to Vermont. Such a romantic place, moonlight, icy fingerwaves.
I didn't want our babies born as bastards. And I wanted Jacqueline to know
that she at last is genuinely loved before she underwent labor."

"A pair, I see. How old? She is fertile, isn't she? Besides being a
curvaceous, soft slut."

"I would appreciate it that you not refer to my wife that way. She is loving
and a pleasure to bed, but her favors are strictly mine. A welcome, although
unanticipated side effect of nursing is the almost total neutralization of
the MSD and FSD pills."

"So how much longer before these two are weaned?"

"Another seven months. They'll be two then."

"Your tea, Madam." Josephina sat down a tray with a full cup and a pot for
refills, then cast an appalled glance at the twins before leaving.

"And then back to hyper-drive, eh. For, let's see, another eighteen months."
Jodi shook her head. "You will certainly have your hands full, Brenda. Or are
you planning on setting up a nice little business in Nevada? Perhaps you'll
track down Jennifer as well."

Brenda sighed. "I guessed it would be hard for you to understand. Miz and
Mrs. Andrew are going to live as normal and private a life as possible.
Jennifer was rather too much into S&M for my taste. She lost interest in
Jacqueline when she really began swelling between five and six months.
Jacqueline had a hard two months still pining for her until her delivery. No
Jennifer does not fit into our plans. But more children do. Jacqueline is
carrying our daughter. She will deliver just before weaning, so her sex drive
will be as close to normal as possible til the pills wear off."

Jacqueline squeezed Bren's hand. "The girls are getting hungry. I should take
them to nurse."

"Of course, Sweetheart. Could she have some privacy?"

"Certainly. The room next door will do nicely." Jodi buzzed and Josephina
appeared almost immediately. "Josephina, will you show Mrs. Andrew and her
charges into the next room? And provide her two towels and wash cloths so she
can clean and nurse them."

"Of course, Madam. This way, if you please."

When they shut the door behind them, Brenda looked at Jodi. "Being wealthy
and having this size of an estate requires quite some staff. I imagine. I
don't remember Josephina on Dennis's staff."

Jodi sipped her tea, looking under her lashes at Brenda. "She wasn't. But you
had so much fun with Jacqueline, I just had to try it. I found her in
Scotland on an inspection tour for the buyout. She was an orphan and very
eager for affection underneath a proper exterior. Thirty days of pills had
her ready for an immigration permit as Josephina. I enjoyed another sixty
days of playing with her before I gave her the UF-CRVA. And sixty days later
the UF-INT. Her screams of agony weren't quite as delicious as Jacqueline's,
but then I didn't have as much history with her. She's been serving me fully
female now, let's see, almost eighteen months. I must have transformed her
about the time you bought out Jacqueline."

"Between that and her delivery. You have been the busy little bee, haven't
you? Any others?"

"Just her. It's cheaper to acquire females. And the same goes for slave
sales. What with costs of really good ad vids, commissions, and buying
discretion, it really hasn't been worth the additional expense of the drugs.
There are so many runaways and throwaways who never will be missed.

"How many more are you planning to have? And where will you get the necessary
sperm? From Mr. Stonearm? He looks suitable. Or are you going to try prick
roulette again? Are you sure I can't give you some of this tea? It's quite
delicious. I can have Josephina bring more cups."

"I don't believe that would be wise. At least two more. Little Brenda and
Jacqueline at least. Perhaps more. Fortunately I took Jake for a sperm bank
deposit before giving him the UF-CRVA. So now we make withdrawals. My egg,
her sperm, our child in her womb."

"Interesting. She does seem to be the diligent little mother."

"Her true destiny was not as you thought, being a sex slave, but being a
loving wife and mother. We are very happy together, and I foresee us
continuing to have as happy and private a life as five hundred million
dollars will permit."

Jodi sputtered, her tea splattering into the saucer. She wiped her nose and
mouth before continuing. "Five hundred million? And how did you come by that
amount? I paid you two million, and you've obviously run through a chunk of
that."

"Quite simply we want half of Dennis Brody's estate. Jacqueline and I aren't
greedy. Although an inheritance isn't subject to community property, you
could have had the other half if you had simply moved to a community property
state and stayed married long enough. Rather than a nasty court fight with
DNA testimony as to how Jacqueline was born male, and documentary testimony
establishing she reached twenty-five in that state, it is simply fairer and
easier to split the baby. You will keep this estate. We'll take our half in
the current market value of marketable investments."

"You march in here and think I will simply hand you over five hundred million
dollars?"

"I wouldn't touch that buzzer again, Ms Anderson. If you'll step away from
the desk."

"You think old broad shoulders here is going to scare it out of me? I'm
moving, I'm moving." Jodi stepped on the alarm as she stepped from behind the
desk.

"No, I brought copies of some of our proof. There's so much paperwork these
days, your identity never quite completely disappears. A couple of very
interesting articles about DNA analysis regarding identifying gender for the
Olympics. And lab tests showing sufficient DNA match between Jacqueline and
the sperm samples to prove identity. And of course I'll have to testify as to
my part in the whole sordid affair. But we'll win in court. Everything. And
tie everything up in the meantime."

The door burst open. Two security guards in black burst in, guns at high
port. "Kidnappers! Kill them!"

The laser on George's silenced sidearm found a forehead, the phf-ft sounding
the first time before she finished the word "Kidnappers." The second deadly
shot followed close behind, just before the second guard's weapon came on
line. George strode over, weapon trained on the bodies, toeing the oozing
heads.

"Clean kills, Miz Andrew. No exits. What should I do with her?" He ticked his
head toward the ashen Jodi, shrunken and shaking in the corner.

"Unfortunately we need her. That was very stupid, Jodi. Not unexpected but
still stupid. George here is a veteran of the military's finest hostage
rescue squads. He is, as you witnessed, positively lethal. I believe he knows
forty-two ways to kill you bare handed, isn't that right, George?"

"Fifty-two. What will we do with these?"

"We'll need a little help. We have a perfectly good self-defense claim of
course, but Jacqueline doesn't need a long period of upset, being pregnant
and nursing. If you'll keep her covered, I'll risk buzzing for Josephina."

"If you'll just sit there quietly, Miz Anderson, I think that would be best
for now." Jodi had collapsed in the corner. She looked again at the bodies of
her guards, bent over and heaved. "Typical reaction to seeing the first kill.
She won't be any trouble for at least twenty minutes."

The ice blonde stood in the doorway. Her eyes took in the scene: Brenda
behind the desk, Jodi collapsed in the corner, George standing with drawn
weapon above the two bodies. "You rang, Madam?"

"Miss Anderson explained your situation, Josephina. She is not exactly in
charge here at the moment. Can you, will you, help us with this mess?"

"As you wish, Madam. Something to contain the blood, I think. And then if
your driver and guard can help me, there are two holes in the garden awaiting
some red cedar transplants."

"Herman, my driver is fine. But Mr. Stonearm needs to remain here with me."

Josephina thought a few moments. "Sidney the gardener can be trusted. These
two shot up the previous trees. He was quite upset. He said their highest and
best use was fertilizer. But I don't believe he imagined that would come true
so soon."

"Thank you, Josephina. Would you please tend to it?"

PART 13


Josephina left, closing the door behind her. "You really should have been
nicer to the people on the way up Jodi. They might have helped you on the way
down. Now this little stunt is going to cost you dearly. You sold off
Dennis's firm a little over a year ago. Now we want our half based on that
increase of four hundred million dollars. Anything you've blown, you'll eat.
This estate will be part of the settlement. You'll transfer the stock through
the offshore bank on the main island where you have your Carribean getaway
cay. No unnecessary taxes there. You'll resign your seat on the board in
favor of me. I'll need your last financial statement to determine the
transfers. Where is it?"

Jodi looked up, pale and drawn. "You think I'll do that? Until I do, you need
me. After that, what kind of tree would you plant over me?"

"Jodi, you really shouldn't think everyone is like you. Jacqueline would be
very upset to find you a corpse. You'll still have at least five hundred
million. No slave staff, but even you should get by on that. Or there's
George. He knows even more ways to make you wish you were dead."

Jodi shook her head. "You'll kill me if I do."

"Miz Andrew, I have a suggestion. I probably shouldn't, but I might."

Jodi shrank back in terror.

"What is it, George?"

"I'll wave my fee and take her to wife. Down there, her property is mine to
manage as long as she remains my wife."

"I don't know, George. She's a conniving little bitch, even if she is a
beauty. You might wind up with a tent stake through your temple."

"Don't you have some of those pills you told me she forced on your wife?"

Brenda nodded. "I thought they might help gain her cooperation."

"Well?"

"How about it, Jodi? How about testing the new improved version of some of
those drugs? And you'll get a hunk for a husband in the bargain. I believe
we'll actually be doing you a favor."

Jodi shook her head violently.

"I really don't think you have any choice in the matter, no more than you
gave Jacqueline."

Josephina reappeared with Herman, carrying half a dozen towels and four
sheets. "Sidney is deepening the holes. Shall we dispose of this mess?"

"Just leave the towels for a few minutes, Miss. Bring some rope. And what do
you know about the tea?"

Josephina looked George up and down. "Her cup's clean. The pot contains a
strong sedative."

"Would you be willing to help your former mistress take some medicine?"

Josephina glanced at Jodi. "Perhaps. With assurances. Come with me, Herman."

"If you will keep her covered, Miz Andrew. I don't believe she will be any
trouble, but just in case." He handed her the pistol, flicking the laser
sight back on. "If she moves, just point and fire. Just keep the dot on her
in the meantime and you should get a hit. Meanwhile . . ."

George positioned a towel under each head, rolling the bodies on their
bellies. A sharp edged throwing knife appeared from behind his neck. He
pulled the chignons, testing firmness. "They'll do," he muttered. He pulled
the hair of the red head back so the head rested on her chin. A swift but
almost precise swipe left a redline below the hair line from ear to the
middle of the forehead. A twist of the head, and another connected to the
first. He pulled the head forward. Three more swipes completed the circle. He
glanced at Jodi. She stared, fascinated, horrified. "A little trophy,
Liebchen, for you to remember this day. I understand you like trophies." His
foot went between the shoulders. He grasped the bun firmly, and jerked. The
scalp hung from his hand, a few drops dripping on the body. He held it up
before her eyes. "This will dress out beautifully, hanging in our bedroom."
It took not much more than a minute for the smooth, straightened black hair
to join its fellow on a towel.

"Did I mention, Jodi, your husband to be is almost full blooded Cherokee?"

"Comanche, Miz Andrew. With a few white and Mexican Indian female captives
mixed in. With some fur trapping in my youth."

"So Jodi, Darling, you are going to get to live out that captive rape fantasy
so many women have. You know the one, forced to do what you really want to do
anyway? By a man who epitomizes dominant brute strength but who really loves
you? After all he asked for you. I would have settled for letting him make
you wish you were dead.

"Now are you going to take your pills like a good girl, tell me where the
statements are and sign over the property we name?"

Jodi looked at the two scalps, looking like store wigs except for the ears.
She shuddered, imagining herself on a rack, begging for mercy, begging to
die. Suddenly she understood there really were fates worse than death, and
not just spreading your legs. She nodded. "The lower left drawer," she
whispered. Then she tried to throw up again, but nothing was left.

George bundled up the scalps, wrapping the heads in the remaining towels just
as Josephina and Herman returned. The sheets became shrouds, wrapping and
securing the bodies. "Herman, can you handle these out one at a time? Into
the garden? We need Miss Josephina's assistance."

"If I knew where to take 'em."

"Why don't I show him where and then return. Surely what we have to do won't
take long,"

"Alright, Josephina. Don't be long." George helped Herman hoist the first
corpse on his shoulder.

Brenda had the computer on, running numbers on a spread sheet. "George, If
you'd look at this as her guardian. I figure this estate, the holding
corporation for the related personal property, the US autos, and three
quarters of the merger shares for us. You'll have control of the island, the
rest of the merger shares, the other investments, and her cash. The portfolio
was more diversified than I guessed."

George glanced at Jodi. "We'll get by. Of course raising a family can be
expensive. But getting it should be fun."

"Just let me run up a deed and transfer authorization. We can transfer the
auto titles tomorrow. When would you go to the island?"

"It might be a week. Some of those destinations only run once or twice a
week."

"Let me get you a private jet. I bought a time share when I started searching
for Jacqueline. I still have part of the second year left."

"Then day after tomorrow if you can get it here by then."

"We'll see. Twenty-four notice is possible. Forty-eight is guaranteed."

Josephina and Herman came back in. Herman had just left with the second body
when Jacqueline reappeared. "The girls are down for the count at last. Little
Jodi just sucks and sucks, like she can't get enough. Did I hear a
disturbance a little bit ago?"

"Just Jodi deciding to cooperate, Sweetheart. You won't give us any trouble
about the transfers, will you Jodi?"

Jodi cast a glance at the towel sitting under the tier table. She shook her
head.

"I thought not. And more good news, Sweetheart. George has decided to take
her to wife and live down in the Caribbean. Their law gives him control of
the family assets, so Jodi won't be changing her mind and challenging the
settlement later. Of course a few pills will help her be happy as a wife and
mother. I believe Josephina will help us with that."

"I presume I can be assured there is no chance of a fatality or her being
crippled?"

"Oh no. I just traced down her supplier for the DNA and psychological pills
like she gave you. A bit of turnabout as fair play, you know. I have just a
few of the physicals, we should let Mr. Stonearm select what his wife to be
takes of those. They are still working on an alternative for UF-INT so a
women can get permanent enhancements. They think maybe three or four more
years for that. So there will be a little ongoing maintenance."

"What are psychologicals?"

Jacqueline glanced at Jodi. "You must have given Josephina something, Jodi. I
can't imagine you not playing around some just for the thrill of it. Didn't
you tell her?"

Jodi shook her head. "I couldn't give her much and have her still function as
my major domo. Just some eighth doses in tea to heighten her urges but keep
them under control."

"What did you give her?"

"SUB, BND, MSD. So she comes to my bed eagerly and does what I want without
complaint. And a sixteenth of DOM to enjoy ruling the servants."

"I can see where you would have had a problem. It's easy to see where too
much SUB in your factotum would prove counter-productive, doing what anyone
tells her. And too much DOM and she would want you squirming under her."

"Pardon me, Mrs. Andrew, but what are you talking about?"

"Besides the DNA pills to alter physical characteristics, there are pills to
enhance certain psychological tendencies. SUB increases the desire to submit
to authority, to obey commands, and to display that through prostration and
speech. DOM increases the desire to exercise authority, to give orders and to
display that through dress and the use of authority symbols such as riding
crops. BND increases the desire for security, to be reminded that you are
cared for possessed and to display that through being bound, caged, or
pinioned. At a minimum, it manifests itself in wearing bangles, bracelets,
and necklaces such as Josephina and I are wearing. I feel quite naked and
vulnerable without them."

Josephina nodded in agreement.

"I'm getting the picture. But wouldn't SUB and DOM offset one another?"

"Apparently not always. It can produce a classic tyrant: shit rolls downhill.
My apologies for the analogy, Josephina. Hopefully in your case it enhanced
your ability to be a good and faithful servant without extinguishing a sense
of fairness. The SUB she gave you certainly hasn't eliminated your need for
revenge."

"I try to control my actions. But I confess I have enjoyed administering
discipline on the female servants, especially having them work in
constraints. I fear I may have wronged some of them in the length and
severity of their punishments. But I always wondered why some of them seemed
to crave correction, repeating the same mistakes almost deliberately."

"Undoubtedly some more BND at work. Isn't that true Jodi?"

Jodi nodded.

"Thought so. Ah, good. The documents have printed. Now for your signature,
Jodi."

Jodi shook her head. "You'll kill me. George will have a blonde trophy to
display beside the red and black. And you'll plant me under another tree. Or
dump my body in the sea later."

George looked at Brenda. "What do the other psychologicals do?"

"MSD heightens the desire for sex with women. FSD for sex with men. Depending
on the dose, a perpetual state of horniness."

"Wouldn't giving her the SUB make her willing to sign the papers?"

"For someone she recognizes as having authority over her."

"Sounds like a job for a husband." George turned to Jodi. "You are striking,
physically desirable. And your fortune certainly makes taming you intriguing,
my bonnie Kate. As your husband, I will be your lord and master. But I will
break you gently to bit and bridle, so you accept, no, desire, your status.
Your channeled spirit will serve us well. Like Kate, you will come to know
working in tandem is more than going your way alone. What do you say to that,
my sweet Kate?"

"Words, words, just words. I am in your power, and you can say anything. But
when I do that, they will evaporate like last night's dew and I will die."

"Kate, sweet Kate, I could not harm the mother of my children. I will support
you, protect you from others, pleasure you even as you give me pleasure.
Accept your fate willingly, do not be forced to it. And then you can become a
loving wife."

"I can't believe you, not after, not after . . ."

Jacqueline looked confused. "After what?"

"Jodi called in security. George had to dispose of them."

Jacqueline looked around the room. "Oh. That was the noise. But . . ."

"Yes. Herman carried out the debris. Now how to convince my fiancie of my
authority."

"Might I make a suggestion?"

"Certainly, Josephina."

"There is the old Scottish tradition of marriage by capture. Once a maid
knows her man, she becomes docile. For awhile at least."

"The captive squaw? Might work. Let's see what we have to work with here."

"Perhaps I should summon her maid, Nanette?"

"Did Jodi actually get a French maid?" Jacqueline glanced at Jodi. "You said
you might."

"Yes, Madam. For her hair and her wardrobe, to attend on her toilette and to
keep the boudoir. And for other personal duties as required. From around
Champagne, I believe."

"Let's go up. My bride should be as comfortable as possible when she gives
herself to me. Come, Pet, give me your hand." George lifted Jodi up as if she
were a feather. "And let me loosen your hair. May it flow over you as water,
as your waters will flow within you." George turned her, reached up to remove
the pins holding her thick French Roll. Her hair released, unrolling down on
her shoulders. George lightly brushed it with his fingers, spreading the
strands and loosening them to fall down to her shoulder blades.

Jodi shuddered. "What's wrong, my pet, my sweet Kate?"

"You pulled my hair. I'm afraid you'll scalp me."

"Never fear, my dove. We lay trophies at the feet of our wives, not take them
from them." George turned her back around, brushing a few strands over her
shoulders onto the tops of her breasts. "Now you look fine. Letting a woman's
hair down always makes her feel more receptive."

"Josephina? Could you lead the way?"

"Certainly, Madam." The little group proceeded up the stairs, not without a
backward glance from Jacqueline for her babies. But they should nap at least
another half hour.

PART 14

Josephina knocked once on the bedroom door, then marched in leading the
group. "Nanette? Where are you? Mistress Jodi needs your assistance."

"Mais oui, Mademoiselle. I was zhust dusting her shoes. What does Madam
need?" Nanette emerged from the walk-in closet, her red hair falling loose on
her bare shoulders. Her ample breasts peeked above a Vee yoke, displaying a
deep cleft. As soon as she saw Jodi, she curtsied, eyes on the floor.
"Madame."

"Undress, her, brush her hair, dress her so she may receive her man."

"Mais oui. Does Madam wish the leather, or the latex, or a costume? She is
striking in her riding outfit."

"Not this time. Mistress Jodi is to become a wife. She needs you to prepare
her to know her future husband. A negligee this time. Filmy black to set her
off. Not too many layers. I will tend to her husband to be."

Brenda settled back on a chaise, Jacqueline nestling in her arms. Brenda
kissed her ear. "Settle in and get comfy. Are you enjoying this, I hope?"

Jacqueline cocked her head, exposing her neck. "Uh-huh. Seeing Jodi get a
dose of her own medicine? I just hope George knows what he's getting into."

Brenda nibbled her wife's neck. "I suspect he can handle it. It's Jodi who is
about to be surprised at what's about to get into her!"

Jodi and George stood in the middle of the sitting room, arms and legs
loosely spread while Nanette and Josephina took off their top clothes,
arranging them on valets. George stopped Nanette when she had stripped Jodi
down to a golden satin connected bra and brief set, garter belt and
stockings. "As lord and master, I claim the privilege of removing those from
my consort's body. Fetch me a satin robe and her a negligee so she may not be
cold afterwards." Nanette curtsied to the master and scurried into the
closet. Josephina removed his tank tee.

Despite herself, Jodi could not take her eyes off the body that was about to
ravish her. Broad strong shoulders, taut hard muscles on his chest, strongly
defined but not huge arm muscles promised to lift and swing her onto the bed,
positioning her firmly, maybe gently for loving. Slim waist, heavy thighs,
firm calves promised deep firm pumping of her well. She quivered, afraid his
strength would tear her, longing for his strength to provide such an eruption
of passion that she would want to place her head beneath his foot, to become
his willing conquest, his mewling sex kitten longing only for his touch.

As he stood before her, fists on hips, Josephina stretched the waist band of
his boxers, pulling the material down his legs. As the band reached his
thighs, his tool began to rise from beneath his thatch. When it pointed
forward, Jodi's eyes widened with surprise and fear. The shaft base was fully
two inches across; the still hooded length would reach inside her to her
navel. The sack was large and full, fully three inches across. No! I can't
take him! He'll rip me apart! Flood me! I'll die in my bed! Jodi dropped to
her knees.

"Please don't do this. I'll sign whatever you want." She turned to Jacqueline
cheeks streaked with tears. "Please, Jacqueline, please don't let him. You
loved me once. Forgive me, Jacqueline but save me from this. I'll die if he
takes me."

Jacqueline snuggled against Brenda. "I can tell you, Jodi, from experience
that much larger than that emerges through that same hole. And it can take
even more than that. He may ruin you for ordinary mortals, but you will not
die."

Nanette appeared, holding a velvet robe. "I'm sorry, Master, but she only has
this blue velvet with a satin collar for men."

"That will do. Hold it until we finish." George knelt beside Jodi, softly
stroking her hair. "Do not be afraid, Liebchen. I will prepare you for me
before you open yourself to me. I want for my wife to crave my presence, to
long to give us children, not fear my touch." He unfastened her bra, pulling
her arms through the holes, dropping it before her. His hand softly stroked
her belly, caressed the fold under her breasts, rubbed the flat tips of her
breasts.

Jodi wept, shoulders shuddering. "Do not fear, Liebchen. My rod and my staff
shall comfort thee." His hands stretched and pushed the garter belt over her
narrow hips. His hands peeled her stockings down her legs, softly tracing the
inside of her legs. His wand twitched and probed the back of her buns.

Jodi continued to sob. "What's wrong, Liebchen?" His hands covered her
thighs, his thumbs gently pressing the lips of her vagina through the satin
bottom.

"You're so bu, bu, big. I, I, I'll tear."

His lips kissed her neck through her hair. "You smell wonderful. You'll smell
of bread before I enter you slowly, giving you time. Relax. Want me. Want my
loving. You will open to be filled, fulfilled." His lips worked at her jaw.
She reached back for his head. "That's it, Liebchen. Think of how small, how
protected you will feel beneath me. How good it will be to flow and writhe
with pleasure, pressing your body against mine. And then your explosion,
release, a pool of languid flesh, warm, fuzzy, contented." His fingers
slipped her satin pants off her bottom, a finger exploring her crease,
caressing her ruby, evoking the first warm drops of desire.

He stood, lifting her with him. One arm encapsulated her waist and he lifted
her off the floor, lips nuzzling beneath her hair, hand stroking her breasts
as he held her. Nanette knelt to peel the silks from her mistress's legs and
feet. He set her back down, then picked her back up, one arm beneath her
thighs, the other under her shoulders. She cradled next to him, head in his
shoulder as he carried her to the bed, laying her gently in the middle of the
perfumed sheets. Jodi positively purred as her head came to rest on the
pillow.

"That's it, Liebchen, no fear. Just think of how safe you will feel in my
arms, wrapped around me, opening to give yourself to me. You are woman, I am
man. Your man. You were meant for me, to open to me, receive me. Do you want
me to love you?"

Jodi looked at him, eyes shining. "No fear. Yes, my love, take me gently to
Valhalla."

"My God, he's actually got her asking it. She was never like that with me!"

Brandy stroked Jacqueline's hair. "Hush, Sweetheart. She's not thinking how
big he is."

George lay beside Jodi, reaching in for her. Her thighs parted, fell open to
his touch. Gently he stroked the inside of her thigh, behind her knee, while
nibbling up from her elbow to her shoulder. A hand gathered in her shoulder
as he nipped to her neck, his other hand cupping her bush, his finger sliding
through her crease. He felt her dampness build below.

She moaned and squirmed, moving to his touch. Her hand grasped his shoulder,
drawing him to her. She smelled her building ardor, sniffed the stranger's
heat. Her nipples grew taut, firm, tender. Her belly rippled with desire,
pumping oil into her tunnel. "Why do you tease me so? Do you not want me?"

"You must be readied, as a virgin is readied for her wedding night. You must
want me, be ready for me, open to receive me. Desire must rule you so that I
am your world."

Jodi drew her knees up, her knees falling open. "My flower is open, my drain
is wet. Mount me, my stallion, and fill my heat with your meat."

George covered her teat with his mouth as his finger slipped inside her. It
covered with her dew, her walls squeezing the intruder. Fingers played in her
hair, tracing her ear lobe. Her leg fell open and she rolled to him. She
writhed beneath him, hips clinching. "Come to me, lover, I need you in me.
Crush me with your weight, thrust deep in me, fill me, spread me, break me
open." Her fingers twined in his hair, pulled at his shoulder. "Come into me,
my chief, impale your captive. Make me your helpless squaw."

George slipped a second finger in her, spreading the digits to stretch her
entrance for his shaft. Her juices flowed down into his hand, her jewel
pulsating under his thumb. His kisses trailed up to her neck as she arched to
receive him. His leg pinned her thigh to the bed, his hand twined and twisted
in her hair. "Mount me, pin me, take me, fuck me. Don't leave me in agony!"

A third finger rammed in her twat as he rolled between her legs. His mouth
covered hers and she sucked on his tongue. She reached for his hips, grasping
his girdle, trying to draw him into her. She humped her torso, scraping her
throbbing tits over his chest. Her tunnel was in full flow. George pulled
back above her, one hand holding her hair, the other cupping her hip. His
legs spread her knees, his spear pointing toward her thicket. He brought a
finger to her mouth, letting her taste her liquor. "Squaw want her chief's
big spear? Shrew want screw?"

Jacqueline gasped at the size of George's member. "My God, unless she's been
diddling the animals, that's the biggest hunk she'll ever have!"

Brenda whispered in her ear. "He is magnificent, isn't he?" George's prick
fully engorged was eight inches around at the base and a full ten inches
long. The purple head seeking her gateway looked like a battering ram.

"He'll tear her apart!"

"She'll take it and love it."

Jodi finished licking her dew from his finger. Eyes sparkling she nodded.
"Please put it in me now. Fuck your wanton slut." She raised her knees
offering her hole to his spear.

George grasped his shaft, sliding the head through her folds. He positioned
the ram at her gate, flexed his hips, pressing against her ring. Jodi's eyes
grew wide. "Oh! Oh-h-h! Big! God, oh God! My God, big-g-g!!"

The ram's head slipped inside, Jodi's knees rose further to make room for the
ram. Her finger nails dug into his shoulders, her head rolled. "Ai-y-ie! Big!
Hurts!" George lowered his hips slightly, driving the ram past her sensitive
lips, opening her tunnel, feeling the walls lock around the intruding prod.
"A-ah-hg-gh! Big! Hurts! Oh-h! Oh!" Jodi's cries subsided to little moans as
her tunnel adjusted to the intruding first two inches.

George pumped slightly, slowly, getting her used to her stretch for him.
Slowly her moans subsided, her eyes opened filled with tears as she gasped
for breath. He reached below, grazing her sweetmeat, now shrunken from the
pain. A touch, a caress brought it back to life. Jodi's moans became mews of
pleasure. "So big, my God, so big. So good." Jodi became accustomed to her
stretch, a shiver running through her body. George lowered his weight some
more, Jodi's eyes flying open as her tunnel was opened deep into her. Her
legs flew up, ankles locking behind his rump as she opened herself wider.
"Ai-iy-ye-eh! So deep! Split! Ai-gh-hah!"

George pause again, waiting for her to grow accustomed to half him inside
her. One hand stroked her cheek as his other arm held her underneath. "Relax,
dear one, papa won't hurt you. Open wide, breathe deep, squeeze back. Feel
your fullness, let go and feel."

Jodi breathed deeply once, twice, feeling his hardness prodding inside her.
The pain of stretching subsided, a glow of fullness filled her, her legs
spread still wider as her ankles climbed his thighs. He flexed, her walls
flowing and rippling to adjust, her juices basting the meat. The pain
subsided as he lay his head beside hers and she wrapped her arms around his
neck. "Are you ready, my dove?"

Jodi clenched her ass, relaxed, savored the fullness imbedded in her. Her
knees rose, rocking her back still further. She rotated her pussy as much as
she could around his hardness, feeling dampness work down to her tunnel
mouth. "Uh-huh. Gently, love. You're so big, so big, so hard, so good."

George thrust himself forward, burying himself to the hilt. His thatch meshed
with hers, filling her lips, scraping her protruding clit. Jodi clenched
around him, impaled. "So-o bu-big, so-o big! Awh-hah, so big!" Her knees drew
up behind his arms, her heels locked on his haunches as she sought relief.

"Ai-iy-ye-eah-hah! Ai-ye-hah! Ahg-gah-hah! Migawd, migawd, oh-gawd-amity!
Ee-ey-ahh!" Jodi's orgasm rang through out the room as her body exploded,
buttocks shaking, button throbbing, thighs clasping, arms clenching, belly
rippling to suck his seed in, force her moistness out. With her last cry, she
gulped air and clenched around him, legs, arms, chin, pussy walls, as if she
could merge her body with his. His behind shook and shimmied driving his seed
through the pipe, exploding into her, flooding her completely. Ever so
slowly, Jodi's grip relaxed, muscles no longer able to hold as the narcotic
sleep overtook her. Her last murmurs before sleep were in George's ear, "So
good, so big, so good, my love. So good."

George deflated, withdrawing from her slaked pussy. He barely managed to roll
off her before sleep drained his strength, his nose nestled in her hair, his
arm cradling her filled belly. She rolled to his warmth, her arm stealing
over his shoulder, collapsing between them. They slept as spent lovers,
basking in the dying heat of their coupling.

Brenda kissed Jacqueline's ear. "Put the babes down early tonight. I'm going
to roll you on your back and make you come tonight like you were a virgin."
Her finger pressed Jacqueline's mound through her skirt.

"Spread me, split me, take me. We'll lick each other over and over til we
come and then til we come again. Screw me like you could make me pregnant."

Josephina slipped an arm around Nanette's waist. "The old Mistress and the
new Master will tire this afternoon. I will suggest the new owners rest. Slip
into the garden room at two-thirty and I will send you to the moon." Nanette
squeezed her hand in affirmation. They drew the sheet over the slumbering
pair.

PART 15

George awoke to Jodi's finger tracing his ear. She looked at him through
hooded eyes, smiling contentedly. Her finger traced his lips. The salty,
yeasty odor of cum filled his nostrils. "Your squaw thanks her chief," she
whispered. George's hand traced her flank, from shoulder to hip. Her lean hip
rose to meet his touch.

"You were satisfied? Are you alright?"

Jodi snuggled closer, her nose resting in the cup below his collarbone. "Hhm.
Ache but happy. You ruined me, you know."

"Ruined you? How so, my dove."

Jodi's nails traced his chest. "You stretched me so much, no one else can
fill me. And I'll drain for a week." Jodi pouted and ran her finger down his
breastbone.

George's arms enveloped her. "I will fill you. And fulfill you, my dove."

"Now that we've witnessed the consummation and you two have returned to the
living, I hate to ask, but we really need to tend to business."

George kissed Jodi's ear, swinging out of bed, standing for Josephina to slip
and tie the robe on his naked body. His prick was now merely four inches.
Nanette spread out a short negligee on the other side of the bed, helping her
mistress to dress.

"Now that you've experienced her, George, what do you think we should give
your bride to be? SUB 2000 of course, but how much? Any other psychologicals?
And what about DNA physicals?"

"Can we add dosage later if the effect isn't strong enough?"

"The psychologicals, yes. They increase various excretion levels. But I
understand the DNA's don't build. You could increase the dose in six months
when the original dose wears off."

George nodded. "Then let's go easy My wife's will should bend not break. Half
a SUB 2000, but only a quarter of BND 2000 and FSD 2000. She orgasmed
strongly despite the pain of taking me the first time and I want her eager,
not humping the bedpost for relief. As for the physicals, let's leave her
pretty much alone. She's fetching and nicely shaped. But I would love Lady
Godiva like hair on her and somewhat bigger breasts. B-cups are nice, just
not quite completely satisfying. And she should be able to store sufficient
milk to nurse twins. Perhaps slightly wider hips, so she can carry and
deliver the babies easily. And we need to take into account she already
carries female DNA."

Brenda pulled out an organizer, searching the files. "Hh-hm. From this I'd
say a full UF-HR, no danger there, a quarter UF-BR for a single cup size
increase, and a quarter UF-WH to spread her pelvis an inch and a half. What
about some UF-RA for extra padding? Once she's bearing, you shouldn't hit her
with any more of the DNA pills."

"Sounds good. But let's do a half dose of the hip widener. With the fertility
drug, she may carry more than one." George smiled at Jodi who pulled the
sheet up over her negligee and blew him a kiss. Children! I will bear my
lover many children! "But no more padding. I like her nice tight butt." Jodi
giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Why don't we go downstairs and lay out the pharmacia? In a few minutes,
Nanette can get you two decent and then we can complete our business dealings
and have a bite to eat. I presume you'll want to take Nanette with you to the
islands?"

George nodded. "Jodi will need a companion. Nanette will do nicely. We'll be
down as soon as I get Giggles here settled down." Jodi giggled and ducked her
head under the sheet, glancing at her so sore but so wet pussy. She sniffed
long and deep, imbibing their odors, the sweet intoxicating scent of his
precious fluids, imbedding his smell in her memory so she would be ready for
him. She wiggled slightly, sloshing their fluids inside her, squeezing her
vagina closed as if she could hold him inside forever.

*******


Brenda arranged the papers on the desk. Deed. We'll need a notary. Stock
transfer. Board resignation and replacement recommendation. Nice, neat,
simple.

Jacqueline laid out the pills with one hand, rocking the pram with the other.
The twins burbled and played with the beads hanging above, looking about wide
eyed, poking each other from time to time. Dry, fed, warm, their lives were
contented.

"Josephina? Is there a notary in this house?"

"I am so empowered, Madam."

"Good. You can notarize the transfers. When will cook have the food ready?"

"For soup and sandwiches, about fifteen minutes. And what are your drink
preferences?"

"Nothing for the babies. Water for me. Have to keep a clear head. Milk for
Mrs. Andrew. George will have tea, Irish Breakfast. And water for Miss Jodi.
I wouldn't want anything interfering with her pills."

"Nor I, Madam. I will see to it." Josephina withdrew, closing the door behind
her.

Little Jodi stretched out her arms. "Ma-ma! Hold!"

"Just a minute, Sweetheart. Mama's got to finish something very important."
Jodi glanced at her two babes and smiled. So different. Jodi would eat up all
my attention if I let her. And Jenn would just sit there and pout, hurt at
being ignored. She brushed her fingers through the fine hair, smoothing wisps
back from their foreheads.

"Everything ready, Hon?"

"Almost. I just have to cut the SUB and lay out the fertility pill. How did
you know to bring that?"

"Lucky stroke. I planned to jump start her motherhood after we left her
craving a man, any man. We guessed the odds were better than nine out of ten
she'd pull some stunt and we'd juice her. I just hadn't counted on her
getting a husband who wants a big family. And George wants lots of kids."

"That will be a switch. Jodi, everything for me Jodi, with a bunch of rug
rats hanging on her skirts. Do you think half a dose of SUB is enough? Her
dominance isn't quite off the scale, but it sure makes it go 'thump.' I'd
hate for her to give George a hard time."

"You know it and her better than I. Bump it a quarter if you think it won't
leave her crawling like a snake on her belly all the time."

Right where she ought to be. "I think another quarter will be just right. A
full dose might make her want to be caged when he isn't with her."

A tap sounded at the door, as if it were being kicked. "I'll get that."
Brenda opened the door to George carrying Jodi in a light blue quilted silk
robe, her arms around his neck, her head nestled in his shoulder.

"Nanette got her dressed, but she was a little stiff to walk down. If you
will draw up a chair to the desk?"

"Let's wait until after lunch. Set her down beside the twins."

George deposited Jodi in an arm chair, kissed her forehead and settled into a
club chair, arranging the skirt of the royal blue velvet robe around his silk
clad legs. Jodi's eyes followed his every move.

"Mama! Hold! Now!"

Jacqueline laughed. "She has your personality, Jodi. Insistent. Impatient.
Jodi, Dear, let's let Aunt Jodi hold you right now." Jacqueline picked Jodi
out of the carriage and handed her over. Jodi looked startled, uncertain, not
knowing what to do with a wiggly blonde bundle. "Just hold her in your lap,
Jodi. But watch her hands. She loves to pull your hair." Jacqueline picked up
Jennifer, rubbing forehead to forehead. "Oo's Mama's 'ittle girl? Oo does
Mama love?" Jennifer laughed, pleased to have her mother's sole attention.

Jodi settled her bundle in her lap, straightening the legs across, Appealing
to George with her eyes for help. Little Jodi blinked, reached up a hand,
grasped the cowl of her robe. "Rity."

George smiled at Jodi. "Good practice, my dove. And she is your namesake."

Josephina reappeared with a tray. "Your drinks, Madam. She suggested Irish
Breakfast for you, Sir. There is lemon, sugar, and cream if you desire."

George poured the cup. "Clean pot?"

"Different set, Sir. The other will be washed several times and reconditioned
before use."

"The food, Josephina?"

"Five minutes, Madam."

"Then we have time for Jodi to take her medicines. If you will assist?"

"My pleasure, Madam."

George stood up beside Jodi. Jacqueline shifted Jenn to her right, reaching
for Little Jodi. She reached back but grabbed a lock of Jodi's hair, holding
onto both women at once.

"Ouch!"

"Jodi! Bad Jodi! Don't be greedy! Let go! Not Nice! Sorry Jodi, but her sperm
source had long, thick hair and loved taking me wrapped in mine. I'm afraid
she inherited his fascination with hair." Jacqueline pried little Jodi's
fingers from her hair.

"I had no idea babies could be so strong."

"They cling like bejesus to what they want."

"Ah-hem." Josephina held a silver salver with the pills, a silver tumbler of
water in her hand.

Jodi's eyes widened, narrowed. She looked up at George. "Do I have to? I'll
be good. Promise. Look. No King's X." She held out her hands.

George sipped his tea. "I believe it's best, my dove. You need a few
enhancements to comfortably carry and nurture our children. It would be much
more pleasant for you to take them willingly. But if you are hesitant, . . ."
He scowled.

Jodi trembled, remembering the scalps. Maybe I can fake it. At least the
psychs. She took the tumbler and looked over the pills. "This one for
bountiful locks, to entice my lover to lose himself in me." Jodi stuck out
her tongue at George, slipped the UF-HR on the crease, then washed it down
with a swallow from the tumbler. "Does it please my lord and master?"

George knelt beside her. "I would be pleased with you anyway, my dove. But
yes, the prospect of thick flowing locks does please me." He stroked her
cheek.

He was awfully good in bed. To be loved, cared for? Jodi smiled. Owned?
Controlled? She frowned. "And for bigger breasts." Jodi swallowed the UF-BR.
"And for a wider behind." Another swallow and the UF-WH disappeared. Jodi
looked into the tumbler. "All gone." Her face brightened.

"Josephina, another round for my lady."

"Certainly, Sir." She refilled the tumbler from a clear, two liter bottle.

"Now for the big ones. Your baby pill, my lady."

Jodi sighed, took the pill. Sure hopes the implant works. She swallowed.

"Now the others."

Jodi recognized the BND 2000 fragment by its color. What are a few ropes and
chains among friends? She washed down the pill. She picked up a piece with
"FS" showing before the break. I'll need this until I can turn the tables.
The pill disappeared behind her lips, followed by a sip and gulp. She looked
up at George looking at the salver. No use trying to palm it. Under the
tongue. She smiled at George, ostentatiously picked up the pill and put it on
her tongue. She held out her tumbler. "'Ore, 'ease."

Josephina added a splash. Jodi drained the tumbler, three big gulps, chin up
so George could see her throat working. She stuck out her tongue. "Thee? All
thone!" She smiled as her tongue disappeared, the SUB 2000 safely tucked
under it.

George bent down, kissing her fully on the lips, his tongue worming in to
caress hers. His head came up. "I'm so proud of you, my dove, being such a
good wife. Please forgive my suspicions."

Jodi smiled. George held her jaw in his fingers. "But training wins out."
George's hand pulled down her jaw. His forefinger invaded her mouth,
scrapping under her tongue, one side then the other. He popped the pill on
top and shoved it down her throat. She gagged, then swallowed. He reached
back. "Water." He held the tumbler before her eyes. "Swallow. I wouldn't want
you to spit that up."

Jodi shook her head. George pulled her head back by the hair on her crown.
"Easy way or hard way. Your choice. I will rule my household. Gently,
lovingly if you permit it. But I will rule." He held the tumbler to her
mouth, water lapping at her lips. Jodi sipped. "All of it." Jodi drank, tears
welling in her eyes.

He handed the empty tumbler back to Josephina, then wiped drops from the
corners of her mouth. "Petruchio's lead must be followed, sweet Kate. I may
not always have the luxury of time or place to explain why. But a good wife,
like a good soldier must comply, confident in her love that she will not be
needlessly abused. That will be hard for you, my headstrong Kate. Perhaps we
should increase the dose now so you will grow comfortable with the necessity.
Can we? Before it take effect? Another quarter?"

Jacqueline smiled. Brenda scratched her head. "I don't see why not. Sort of
like taking two pills, not one." Jacqueline handed the SUB fragment to
Josephina.

"Sorry, my dove, but you are more conniving than I had thought. Open wide."

Jodi's eyes widened. She sobbed but complied. The pill piece popped into the
back of her mouth, washed down by another drink. I'm going to want, want to
kowtow before him! But when I'm pregnant, Jacqueline said being pregnant
neutralizes them!

"You'll have to watch her after she delivers, George. Apparently milk
production damps down the systems. But nursing may make her want to be
protected."

Nursing? Not just pregnant?

"I'll remember. And old Pete will have had more time to work. Who knows?
Maybe she'll become addicted."

"If we're done, I'll see about lunch, Madam."

"If you would, Josephina." She withdrew, closing the door. "You had a real
jewel in her, Jodi. I believe she wouldn't blink an eyelash except for the
upset of routine if you marched an army through here. She should make our
lives much easier. Sorry to keep her, George." She picked up Jodi, chucking
her under the chin. "Does itsy bitsy want to sit with Marmar?"

Josephina reappeared with a tea cart. She ladled bullion into cups before
passing around with a square tray bearing sandwiches, bread plates, and
napkins. "If that will be all, I will retire for some refreshment."

"Please do. I'll ring when we need your notary services. Say in about thirty
minutes?"

"Very good, Madam."

George settled Jodi on a love seat beside him, arm around her shoulders.
"Don't touch me, you brute! All that lovey talk is just a sham, forcing me to
take, to take, those! You don't love me. You wouldn't do that to someone you
love. You just want a fantasy doll to spread her legs and pump out babies and
milk."

Jacqueline chewed and swallowed. "You really should give him a break, Jodi.
After all, everyone isn't like you."

George stroked her cheek. "It's early, I know, my dove. But if I didn't care
for you already, I wouldn't have waited for you to adjust. And I did it so
you may have time to love me in return. Not just for a tumble, some slap and
tickle, but to know I will not abandon you, hurt you. 'For richer or poorer,
in sickness and in health, for better or worse.' Those are not just words, my
dove, but mutual pledges of caring and trust. With time, you'll know I don't
make such pledges lightly. And I hold to them til death. Now eat, my dove.
You've been through a lot and you need your strength."

"You doctored it. I know Josephina. She'll do whatever her superior tells
her. I'll come to in front of a camera hearing an auctioneer barking."

George glanced up at Brenda and Jacqueline. "She did it to me. Talk about
being visited with your sins."

George turned her to him. "I don't know what nonsense you have done in the
past, and furthermore I don't care. You are to be my wife, to be honored,
cherished, protected, the mother of our, not my, children. I suppose I'll
find out more about your past one piece at a time than I care to know, but Ms
Jodi Anderson, you are going to be Mrs. George Stonearm. And we will deal
with your ghosts and fears. In love and with trust.' He kissed her, firmly,
lovingly, lips lightly on hers, working up her cheek to flutter over her
eyelids, down to the tip of her nose. "Now no more nonsense about drugged
sandwiches and televised auctions. Pick a sandwich, any sandwich, and I'll
eat it with you. Your food shall be my food, your drink, my drink."

The four ate quietly, Brenda and Jacqueline sharing small bits of their
sandwiches with the twins who chewed away, still not always sure whether to
spit or swallow. Jodi eyed the pair, happily absorbed in the children,
delighting in small accomplishments, comforting nuzzles.

"Look at them. Brains turned to mush. Gooey over nothing."

"Be careful, my dove. That could be us in a year or so."

"Never. Nanette can tend them. We will take our delight in each other."

He smiled down at her. "Never say never. It will rebound on you. But eat, my
dove. Be strong for me." He bit into a club sandwich quarter, then fed her
from the same.

Gradually Jodi relaxed against him, enjoying being fed, pampered. An anxious
look flashed across her face.

"No silly fears, my dove."

Jodi whispered, "Not that. It's just, I'm, well, draining!" She looked
positively panicked.

George spilled some water from her tumbler. "I'm sorry, dear. Careless of me.
Here, let me wipe that up." He dabbed at the gown until the napkin slipped
inside the fold. "Is that better? Am I forgiven?"

Jodi nodded, nestling against him. He could have made a joke, or boasted, or
done a thousand other things, but instead he took care of me. It's silly.
It's nothing. But somehow, it's everything. "Forgive me my silliness?"

"Your consolation is never silly, my dove. And love always forgives love."

She tucked her feet under her, resting her head on the soft velvet on his
breast. His hand stroked her hair as she rested, biting off bits of preferred
food, trying not to remember the pills dissolving in her system, conjuring
contentment cradled on his chest before a villa by the sea. Somehow it seemed
as though they had been this way before, with wafting silks, blowing incense,
but where? When?

Only soft peals of childish delight penetrated the warm fog. His strength was
so comforting, she drifted off. They lay by an azure sea with pearling dhows
on the horizon. Cool zephyrs blew softly over their skin. Sunlight danced
upon the waves. A lithe serving girl fetched trays of dates and pomegranates,
bread and honey, cups of sweet wine. Silken gauze swept over her, trailing to
his form reclining beside her divan. His hand reached up to her. 'The sea,
the sky, wine, bread, and thou. Thy name is contentment, my precious one.'
She bent to feed him bread dipped in honey, to kiss his lips, sweet with the
taste of honey and wine. She felt life stir within her, the fruit of their
loving, her gift to, from her lord. A hand gently shook her shoulder. She
looked up into loving eyes. "Yes, my lord? Soon we shall have a fine son,
proof of our love."

George's eyes opened wide. Those pills really kick in with a vengeance!
"Perhaps. But we have papers to sign before we can sweep off to our
hideaway."

"As you say, my lord." Jodi untied the robe, letting it fall away. "It's warm
in here, is it not? And am I not beautiful? Desirable?"

"Very. But your signature is required, my mourning dove."

Jodi rose to his hand, the robe and wet napkin resting on the love seat. "Not
mourning, my love. Never mourning as long as I am with you, have you."

Jacqueline looked with amazement at Jodi, leaned to whisper to Brenda.
"That's not the pills. SUB doesn't talk like that. Master, prostrate,
unworthy, but not love poetry."

Brenda pressed the buzzer and patted her hand. "Perhaps she is in love. It's
been known to happen."

"Better man than I, Gunga Dhin."

George settled Jodi into the chair. She rested her cheek on his hand, eyes
sparkling. She turned her head, seeing Jennifer cradled over Jacqueline's
shoulder, back being gently patted. "Oh. We're not . . ."

"Not what, my dove?"

"Not . . . Well, not not here. In this place. This time." She looked up at
her lover. "Take me away from here. Please tell me you'll take me away by an
azure sea."

George looked confused. "As soon as it can be arranged, my love. A jug of
wine, a loaf of bread, and thou. And we shall play all the day long."

Josephina appeared, as if the door had never moved. "You rang, Madam?"

"And sheer silks. And cool ices to remind me of my home in the mountains.
Promise me, my beloved."

"Whatever your heart desires. Cooling fans. The finest lace. Pearls beyond
price."

"Silks and ice. And dates and pomegranates. Promise me." Jodi felt her chest
tighten, her brow furrow. She clutched his arm.

George was very confused. "Silks and ice. Dates and pomegranates. I promise."

Jodi rested her head on his hand, gripping it as if it left her she would
die. She kissed the knuckles, the fingertips. "My beloved has returned. Your
Jasmine is much pleased, comforted."

Brenda looked at Josephina who shrugged, shook her head, cocked an eyebrow.
"If you will just sign here, Jodi, and here. Then Josephina can notarize the
documents."

Jodi frowned, looked at the papers. This isn't right. I can fight. The glove
won't fit.

A hand cupped her shoulder. "Sign them, my dove, my love. It's best and only
right."

She glanced up into deep brown eyes. "As you command, my beloved." Jodi
scratched her signature on the pages.

Brenda sighed with relief. Done!

Josephina frowned. "I cannot notarize these, Madam."

Brenda sat bolt upright. "And why not, pray tell?"

"The signature, Madam, is of Sultana Jasmine Abdullah al-Barakesh."

"What! Jodi, is this one of your tricks! It won't work!"

Jodi shrank against George. "Abdullah? Why is she angry? What more does she
want with me? I have given my sister my claim on Tabriz. Protect me,
Abdullah, my beloved."

"Shush, my dove, my love. Your claims are not recognized under that name. You
will have to sign papers in the manner of the infidels. Sign again and I will
see no harm comes to you."

Jodi sighed. "As you wish, my beloved."

Brenda produced second originals, thanking the gods for the foresight to
double print in case one of the twins had demolished the first set. Jodi
signed again, George bending over her to be sure the signature read "Jodi
Anderson." He nodded and handed the documents to Josephina.

The faxes were soon on their way, confirming e-mails flying over the net. The
five adults settled into wait, Jacqueline tending to burping little Jodi as
Jennifer crawled to Josephina holding out her arms to be held. As she wrapped
her little arms around her neck, Josephina began to coo in her ear and swing
her gently. Everyone looked at her, astounded. Josephina looked slightly
embarrassed. "Had a little sister, once. Before the accident. Don't know what
became of her."

Jodi lay naked against George. "I'm sorry, Josephina. I thought you were an
orphan."

"I am. I was not quite seven at the time. We were split up. Babies are
adopted. Young boys aren't."

"Josephina, I didn't know that! If you had told me, I would have found her
for you."

Josephina looked down. "Under the circumstances, that might not have been
wise." He rocked Jennifer back and forth. "You are a winsome little shit,
aren't you? Apple of your Mama's eye, aren't you?"

Jodi snuggled up to George. "Perhaps not. I'm truly sorry." She cinched her
arms around him. "Don't leave me, my great chief. Your sweet squaw needs your
protection, your care."

"Never fear, my lovely captive, captor of my heart. I will protect you from
serious harm." He stroked her hair, imagining it thick, long, rippling over
her body, waves and curls inviting probes to discover her secret recesses.

Jodi looked up at him. "I don't know why, I'm still stiff, but I want you,
need you, to touch me." George's hands stole down, one covering a buttock,
the other slipping gently between her thighs to cover her mound. Jodi gently
ground her still wet bush in his palm, sighed.

Soon soft pings announced the returning e-mails. Brenda called up and printed
out the messages. "That does it. We'll file the deed and transfer the auto
titles tomorrow."

Josephina swung Jennifer once more and kissed her cheek. "If I might suggest
it has been a long day. I had Nanette make up the guest suite on the other
end from the master suite. You and Mrs. Andrew might wish to rest before
dressing for tea. Cook is very particular to serve tea at four, dinner at
eight. And Mr. Stonearm and the lady will find fresh sheets on the bed
upstairs."

Brenda glanced at Jacqueline. "That was very considerate of you, Josephina. I
believe we will take advantage of that in a few minutes. If you would have
Herman garage the limousine, he can relax as soon as he and Sidney finish the
new plantings. He can return the limo tomorrow with our thanks and a
substantial bonus. And why don't you relax until tea?"

"Very kind of you, Madam. I shall withdraw if my services are no longer
required."

Brenda closed the door behind Josephina. "A private word with you, if you
please, George."

George joined Brenda in the corner. Brenda touched his cowl, drawing him
closer. "With your permission, George, I would like to return Jodi a favor.
She made a trophy mount of some of Jacqueline's items when she converted her
into a woman. I'd like to do the same of hers at this big moment in her life,
as you ready her to submit to being a wife."

"What did you have in mind?"

"The bra and panties she was wearing. Her garter belt." Brenda took a deep
breath. "And a lock of her head and pubic hair."

"How big a lock?"

"Just enough for a good curl. Say an inch wide and a knuckle deep. A bit less
below."

"I hate to give up her head hair, but the UF-HR should have it grow back
fairly quickly. And I wouldn't have her but for you. Sure." He turned to
Jodi. "Liebechen?"

Jodi perked up. "Yes, my love?"

"Come kneel before Brenda. She wants some items from you."

Jodi did as she was told, not without some fear and trembling. What would
Brenda want from me? I've signed everything. Is she jealous of my chieftain?
What more can she want?

Brenda told Jodi to reach back and grab her ankles, to look up at the
ceiling. Jodi felt a tug and twist in her bush, a parting of her lips from
the strain, a cool puff of air on her clit. "Here?" A coldness pressed
against her mound. My God, she's going to cut off my clit! No! Protect me, my
chief! Jodi turned her head to George.

"Looks good. That will actually make it easier for me to tongue her."

Jodi felt the cold press against warm flesh. A coarse snip filled the air,
the pressure relaxed. "This will bunch so nicely below her panties. A sure
sign they were once occupied. Look, Jodi." Jodi opened her eyes to see
strands of her pubic hair dangling form Brenda's fingers. "See? You'll have a
trophy mount just like Jacqueline. Now stay bent back."

Tears rolled down Jodi's cheeks as she felt her hair being parted, sectioned,
stretched. Her scalp stretched slightly under the pull of her hair. "How's
this?"

"A lovely scalp lock. It will make a beautiful curl. Twist it a little first
for a smooth cut."

Scalp lock? No, George! You said you'd protect me! Don't let her scalp me!
Jodi cried as she felt cold metal touch her scalp. Again she heard a coarse
snip as the strands were severed.

"Thank you, George. Jacqueline, please tie these off and put them away
somewhere safe for later."

Jodi shuddered. My hair, all she wanted was some of my hair!

George took a length of sash cord Jacqueline handed him, moving behind Jodi.
He whispered in Jodi's ear, "And now, my captive squaw, back to bed with
you." A loop drew tight about her wrist, a turn and hitch captured the other.
Loops about her ankles were completed faster than she could follow. He pulled
her up before him. She felt his prong poke her through his robe. "Now white
squaw give Indian chief many papooses." A lift and sling, and her hips
balanced over his shoulder.

As he carried her through the door, her hair slid down like a veil, hiding
her face. Brenda and Jacqueline swore they saw her smiling broadly even as
she kicked her legs to make his hands grasp her knees and buttocks. They
heard her squeal as he carried her up the stairs, "No! No! Chief's spear too
big for white squaw! Chief tear sweet Kate squaw apart! Please! Kiss it all
better? Many times?"

PART 16

Brenda settled Jacqueline into her seat. "Comfortable, Sweetheart?"

Jacqueline smiled up at her companion. "Yes, thank you, Darling. I just miss
the babies."

"It's just a few hours. They'll be fine with Josephina. She was cooing over
them like they were her own when we left. I wonder what's keeping George and
Jodi and Nanette?"

Just then they entered the private lounge. "Sorry we took so long. Getting
luggage stored for a private flight just takes longer if you and it are to be
on the same plane. Don't lag, my dove."

"Yes, my Master." Jodi slipped through the door past George. Her head was
covered with the white cloak-shift's cowl. Two diaphanous veils, rose over
white, covered her face from the bridge of the nose. Other than her eyes and
forehead, the end of her pearl entwined, thick blonde braid, her hands to
just above the wrists, and her feet to just above the ankles was all they
could see of her. She almost floated across the floor in her soft, Moroccan
leather slippers, the only sound the soft chime of her anklet bells. She
settled into an upholstered chair, sitting upright, eyes slightly downcast.
George settled back into the seat beside her, his fingers gently stroking her
back. Nanette settled into the corner, carrying an overnight bag and wearing
a gray traveling suit.

"What a difference a little pill and two days make. Master! Eyes down.
Haughty bitch to submissive wife and mother-to-be in one easy lesson."

"I'd like to think I had something to do with it. At least old Pete down
here. You really like old Pete, don't you, my dove?"

Jodi's forehead flushed. "May your pitiful female ask a question of her
master?"

"Of course."

"What have I done to displease you? Tell me and I will make amends. I live
only to please you, my lord."

"Why do you think you have displeased me, Jodi? In a few hours you will be my
bride, promising to love, honor and obey as I promise to love, support and
protect."

"You did not mount me this morning, my lord."

"We had to prepare for the flight. There wasn't time. And I was with you
twice before we went to sleep. You were contented then."

"But you were hard again this morning, my lord. I should have serviced you.
You have not tired of me already?"

"Never, my amenable blonde beauty. You will feel me ride you hard and often
when we are settled in."

Jodi's eyes brightened. "Soon, my lord? Soon?"

"We will be married four hours after the plane departs."

Jodi frowned. "So long, my lord? My bush craves your root."

"I'm afraid the FSD 2000 has her perpetually horny, George. Before I began
nursing, if I weren't brought off every four hours, I grew frantic. You can
give her the strongest orgasm you can imagine and the urge for more will
hardly wait five more minutes. Actually the un-juiced girls told me that a
strong orgasm left them panting to do it again, as soon as they recovered
strength. But four hours to a good lay is beginning to sound like forever to
her."

Jacqueline smiled at Jodi. "When you've finished screaming the top of your
head off as a midwife screams back at you, 'Push, push' and begin to nurse
your first babies, you'll get some relief. You'll only be absolutely driven
to spread yourself wide open once a day. You'll be grateful for George to put
his magnificent root in your hole as often as he wishes, but you'll only be
beside yourself once a day. So look forward to your pregnancy, Jodi. You
wouldn't have babies when you were married to me, but now they will deliver
you as well as fulfill you.

"Be good to her, George. Her motive for what she did to be was malicious, but
it gave me my Bren and babies, so deep down I wish her well. Once she has
gotten over the fear and trepidation of the first delivery, I'm sure she will
be delighted to present you with a dozen fat healthy babies."

"Would you do that, Jodi Darling? Would you bear me a dozen babies?"

"Could we start on the plane, Master?"

The group roared with laughter. "I believe I will induct you into the Mile
High Club. Now let's pull your cowl back, my dove. Brenda and Jacqueline are
our friends. You only have to cover in public so your beauty won't incite a
stray male to offer himself to cover you. Right now, you have no ability to
say no."

George pulled back the cowl. Jodi trembled, already feeling almost naked
before someone other than her beloved lord and master. A thin tambour hat
perched on her thick, loosely drawn back locks. Gold bangles hung on her
forehead, the chain links to the back of her head hidden in her hair. A nose
ring glinted softly on her lip behind her veils. Her eyes were striking: dark
brown lashes thickened with additional lashes, dramatic black outlines and
topaz eyeshadow extended her line up and out.

The husbands walked over to the window, looking out over the tarmac. "I
wouldn't have believed how fast and strong SUB 200 works. She was practically
beside herself when we hit the costume and dance supply shops for her harem
outfits. Losing her wealth must have unhinged her. She kept muttering
something about 'the Dow' and kept calling me 'Bull.' I still haven't figured
out that Tabriz reference. And is she into drugs? She kept asking if she
could give me 'a magic carpet ride.' And for someone who didn't even have
pierced ears, she threw herself on the table to have her nose and labia
pierced. I swear there's more going on in that woman's head than a three
quarter dose of SUB 2000, but I haven't got a clue."

"Par for the course for women's spouses, I gather. Jacqueline has me
completely baffled at times, and I'm a woman!"

"I wonder what's holding up our plane?"

"Relax George. There may have been headwinds. When they have to fly in like
this, they radio ahead if they're going to be over half an hour late."

"But Jodi's horny. I should have done her this morning."

Brenda patted his shoulder. "You'll make her a good husband. You could just
enjoy the money and keeping her bare foot and pregnant, but you're worrying
about whether she's satisfied. I hate to tell you, George, but Jacqueline's
right. There's no way on earth you can do that when the FSD 2000 hits full
strength, even on a quarter dose. Pop her as much as you can, pet her, lick
her, give her a leg, do whatever your strength and time will permit, but
short of bringing in a couple of studs to mount her every six hours, you're
just going to have to let her know it's alright by you for her to diddle
herself. After she's nursing, you can keep up with her. And maybe in four
years you won't need to slip her any. By then she may be so accustomed to the
role of good wife, of desiring her husband above all else, that old Pete is
all you need to keep her in line. That and a string of little suckers. She
seemed contented enough after your first mounting, although that Sultana bit
had me worried for awhile."

Jacqueline sat in the chair next to Jodi and bent over. "Your nose ring is
just beautiful. You will come to love it as much as I do mine. But does it
itch now?"

Jodi smiled at her ex, grateful for another woman's concern. "A little. And I
want to sneeze."

"That will pass as the swelling subsides. How are you below?"

"Tender. And damp. There was just enough room to get my finger through the
rings onto my clit when I woke up in the middle of the night."

Jacqueline patted Jodi's hand. "I remember how desperate I was for Jennifer
to top me when I wasn't being bonked by a client. Even when I was pregnant.
I'm afraid I drove Bren a little ragged until I delivered."

"I'm sorry I did that to you, Jacqueline. I was greedy and vengeful and
hurtful. Can you forgive me?"

"I do. I wouldn't go back to being Jake now for the entire billion dollars. I
like my body, I like being a wife and mother. And a woman couldn't ask for a
more loving spouse than Brenda. Before the UF-INT hit, you said you thought
you might really be doing me a favor. Even with the agony of being
rearranged, you were right. Thank you for converting me."

Jacqueline gave Jodi her a hug and kiss on the cheek. Jodi's eyes glistened
as she hugged back. "Thank you, Jacqueline. I didn't appreciate a good thing
when I had it. But I'll make George a loving, obedient, wife. As I did
before. Does it hurt? Being pregnant?"

"Not really. Throwing up's no fun, but you might skip that. And the baby
kicking is good hurt, like hitting the wall in a workout. I'm sure George
will be with you during your labor. Just look deep in his eyes and the pain
will melt. With that and an epidermal. May you be screaming in labor for
twenty-four hours in final payment for your evil deeds. And then may the love
of nourishing and nurturing your children give you peace. But what's this
"before" business?

"There! Over there! Is that ours?"

"Could be. But with time share you rarely get the same plane."

"Mr. and Mrs. Stonearm? Your plane has just landed. You should be able to
board in five minutes." The PA system lapsed into silence.

"We'll forward Jodi's and Nanette's wardrobes by surface in a few days. I'd
say they'd arrive in about three weeks. Jodi may not be wearing much, but
Nanette may run a little short."

"I'm sure there are maid uniforms there. And she should have plenty of time
to wash and iron. I don't think we'll be wearing much other than a light
covering to try to eat food rather than each other for the next month."

Brenda laughed. "Well, be good. And name one after me."

"Oh, Jodi, isn't it thrilling? Mrs. Stonearm! You may not be officially
wedded, but doesn't it feel wonderful and secure to be a wife? This time with
no arguments about who's in charge?"

A piece of the old Jodi bubbled to the service. "Submit for a thick prick?"
The SUB 2000 and the memory of her after-orgasm calm reasserted themselves.
"Yes. It is wonderful. To be cared for, no responsibility other than offering
myself beautifully to him, to excite him, to pleasure him. Yes, it is
fulfilling to be a wife."

"Time to recover, my dove. Have we got everything? Overnight bags? Medicine
bag?"

The five waited excitedly by the door as the plane rolled to a stop. The door
opened, steps unfolding. The pilot walked to the door as the second officer
dealt with the baggage cart. "Mr. and Mrs. Stonearm? I'm Captain Steuben. We
can be on our way as soon as you board and tower gives us clearance. Our
flight plan to your destination was filed before we left Nashville. With this
size airport, we should be airborne in ten minutes." She glanced at the
cowled and veiled Jodi and Jacqueline's nose ring and cocked an eyebrow. It
was only when they heard her voice that they realized the pilot was a woman.
"May I help Mrs. Stonearm? Mounting the steps in that burnoose might be a
little awkward."

:No thank you, Pilot. We'll manage. Mrs. Stonearm's skin is very sensitive to
sunlight. I thought it better that she dress for our destination. And her
maid can carry on the light things."

"Very well. If you'll follow me?" The pilot turned back to the plane, a thick
four plait chestnut braid hanging down the back of her jacket. Nanette
followed close behind the captain, while George took Jodi's hand to lead her
onto the tarmac. She walked behind him, hand in hand, a step behind, her
manacle bracelet sliding down her wrist. George stopped to wave from the top
step, the medicine bag containing Brenda's wedding present of three
additional pill sets for Jodi dangling from his wrist, the overnight bag with
its dry ice packed trophies in his hand. Just after he handed Jodi into the
cabin, the copilot drew up the steps, locked the door lugs, and the plane
began to back away.

"Do you think she'll get out of those manacles and fetters soon?"

Jacqueline adjusted her wrist bangles. "As long as the SUB 2000 is effective,
we wouldn't dream of not having something around our wrists, ankles and
throat. But our love for our rulers is more effective than any pill. Our love
transforms badges of shame into jewelry of pride. And there is nothing in
this world, Miz Brenda Andrew, that can ever change the love Mrs. Jacqueline
Andrew bears for you. You're stuck with me forever, pills or no pills."

"And Miz Andrew wouldn't have it any other way. Let's go home. If Cara drives
the speed limit, we might have half an hour before little Jodi wakes up."

"As my lady and mistress wishes. Contented milk from contented udders." She
watched the small jet streak down the runway. "If we hurry, I may be impaled
on the portable drill about the time George fills her shaft with his."

EPILOGUE

Brenda sat comfortably on the couch facing the fire, reading a financial
journal as Jacqueline finished nursing the twins. Brenda reached casually
over and stroked her wife's thigh, the comfortable easy stroke of practiced
lovers. "Oh! Youch!"

Brenda looked up, concerned. "Anything thing wrong, Sweetheart?"

"No, it's just that little Bren just kicked. Here. Feel." She moved Brenda's
hand to her distended belly carefully cradling little Jodi so she could
continue suckling.

"For a woman with such a stellar baby bearing pelvis, you sure show up early.
You're not just thick, you're positively pooched." Brenda felt the baby stir.
She bent her head down to Jacqueline's belly. "Now you don't hurt Mommy,
little Bren. Be a good girl in there."

"She is, Bren, she is. There, I think you two are done. Let Mommy put you
down for a nap." Brenda helped her stand up.

Jacqueline laid the two in their cribs, gently covering them to the waists
with light blankets. As she turned to come back, Brenda couldn't help
noticing her skin. 'Pregnancy must agree with you, Sweetheart. You are
positively glowing."

"I do love it! It's the most fulfilling thing I've ever done. And to think
when Jodi first told me I could get pregnant, I was horrified. I was scared
to death at the thought of being pregnant. Now carrying her makes me so
happy. To be giving life to our child, to your daughter. I'd love to give you
a half dozen children."

"One at a time, or all at once?"

"Definitely not all at once. I mean I love the twins to death. And I love you
even more for loving them. But birthing two at once was just so hard. No more
than two at a time, please Ma'am."

"Ahem. The post from the box, Madame." Josephina, her hair in a French Braid
flowing down her back, dressed in a ruffled shirtwaist, black vest and ankle
length McAlpine plaid skirt, stood quietly before her mistresses.

"Thank you, Josephina. Anything of immediate interest?"

"Except for this one mailer, the other envelopes appear to be routine.
Solicitations, dividends, quarterly reports. The usual assortment."

"Give me that one but set the others on the desk. I'll tend to them in a
little while. You may go, Josephina."

"Very good, Madam. And might I inquire on behalf of the staff how Mrs. Andrew
is feeling?"

Jacqueline looked up at their major domo. "Very well. No more morning
sickness. Now she's beginning to kick. Thank them for their concern. And how
is the pool coming?"

"I'm sure I wouldn't know to what Madama refers."

"On my delivery date and time. I overheard that it's up to four thousand
dollars already."

"Your blessed event is quite the topic of conversation among the service,
Madama."

"I'll be sure to let you know if I feel any early pangs, Josephina. That way
you can get an extra slot or two."

"Madama is too kind. I shall withdraw now."

"Poor Josephina. We really must see about matching her with someone nice who
will appreciate her. But not take her away."

"Well, well. I expected something like this sooner or later, but George and
Jodi really got down to work."

"What? What? Tell me, oh, please tell me." Jacqueline clapped her hands. Her
outstretched fingers stroked her nose in anticipation.

"I thought the postage was from that little Carribean island. There are
several items. Let's see. First the formal announcement. Engraved too."

"Stop tormenting me. Is she preggie?"

"Ah-hem. 'Mr. And Mrs. George M. Stonearm are pleased to announce that they
are expecting the arrival of three heirs in September.' Triplets, Jacqueline,
Sweetheart, Trips! Ol' Jodi really hit the jackpot with that fertility drug."

"The way she was hanging on his arm as they got on the plane, I'll bet she
had him sticking it in her full and deep morning, noon, and night. I'm just
thrilled for them. Especially her. Now she gets to be a mommy too."

"That's the next part. George enclosed a note. 'Thought you two lovebirds
would like to hear of our success. Like to bring Jodi for a visit around the
time Jacqueline delivers. Moral support for Jacqueline and let Jodi get a
preview of the joys of motherhood. Write if O.K. and when.' Would you mind
terribly if they came up?"

"I'd love having another woman in the house then. Someone who can understand
all the nervous anxiousness but isn't in the middle of it. I mean you are
definitely a woman, but you aren't bearing fruit. And you were and are
wonderfully supportive of me, and I love you to death, but well, you were a
nervous wreck that last week before Jodi and Jennifer came."

"Give me a break. They were my first, too."

"I love you for saying that. 'My first.' Even though, even though . . ."

"My wife was giving birth, they're my daughters. And I had something to do
with your being in that condition, I'm sorry to say."

"Thank you, Darling."

"And here's the last thing. Good old George included some pictures.
Apparently Jodi's been taking belly dance lessons. And apparently the UF-HR
is working overtime. Her hair is thicker, fuller, and already down to her
waist. She may fulfill his Lady Godiva fantasy yet."

"Lemme see! Lemme see!" Jacqueline pulled Brenda's hand over to look at the
pictures. "Oh, she's just darling in diaphanous silks and veiled! You can
even see her blonde bush, sorta. And what gorgeous hair brushing her butt. Is
that a ruby in her navel? And those ankle bells! Those elaborate hoop
earrings. And that golden chain between her bracelets! And this one.
Prostrate on a pillow before her lord and master, beseeching his favors! No
wonder she's pregnant! It's a wonder she's not carrying more."

Jacqueline laid her head in Brenda's lap. "Darling?"

Brenda stroked her hair. "Yes, my sweet?"

"The twins are asleep. Josephina won't be back til you call. Play with me,
let me please you."

"That MSD 2000 just keeps on ticking."

"Pooh on that. I'll be so glad when the four years are up. Then I can prove
to you I'm totally devoted to you, desire only you, ardent to please you
because of me and you, not because of any old pills. I am your wife. And like
a good wife, I desire thee, and thee shall rule over me."

"Any regrets?"

"I would like it better if I had been reconstructed directly for you.
Although if you had asked me straight out to take a bunch of pills to become
what I am, we'd still be talking about it. But now I love what I am: a woman.
Your woman. Your wife. The bearer and nurturer of our children."

Brenda kissed her wife tenderly, her hand sliding down to pull up her skirts.
Jacqueline wore no panties to make it faster to get seated on the throne.
When Brenda's hand cupped her mound, her finger slipped easily between the
folds, covering both clit and lips. She turned her head, gazing into her
wife's misty, still innocent eyes.

"I love how you love me." Jacqueline's fingers traced her spouse's mouth.
"And I love that you put her higher on the wall." Their eyes turned to the
fireplace mantle. On it sat their wedding picture, a gloriously pregnant
Jacqueline in an extended pregnancy smock, a bow veil pinned to her smooth
bouffant hair. Above it hanging on the wall was her trophy mount, bronzed
D-cups, panties and gloves gleaming softly in the light. And under a soft
spot on top was Jodi's trophy mount, bronzed bra cups, panties, and garter
belt, along with blonde locks from above and below.

Brenda sighed contentedly. "All's well that ends well, I suppose."