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The Guinea Pig by Ruth White - part 1
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The Guinea Pig -- Part 1
by Ruth White
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CHAPTER
1
It wasn't that long ago that Gloria Watson had been using
drugs uncontrollably and, out of despair, attempted suicide. Now her
rehabilitation was almost complete. All that remained was a departure
interview with the director of The Institute, the facility which had
saved her life and restored her to sanity. Gloria knew Dr. van Damme
by reputation only and did not know what to expect as she entered her
office.
Dr. van Damme rose to greet Gloria. Gloria tried not to gawk.
She had known that the doctor was a woman, but that she was as
strikingly beautiful as she turned out to be. She was tall, blonde,
and dressed all in white; suit, blouse, hose, and pumps. A small name
tag pinned to her jacket said "von Damme". She wore little make-up and
her hair was gathered up in roll on her head.
"Hello Gloria. It's a pleasure to meet you at last," said Dr.
van Damme extending her hand. "I'm glad your recovery went so well."
Gloria took the proffered hand, shook it, and the two women
sat down on the couch where Dr. van Damme opened the conversation.
"Gloria, I want you to tell me in your own words what happened to you.
How you wound up here, and how your experience here will enable you to
function in the real world again."
"Well, Doctor."
"Please, Gloria, call me Justine."
"My troubles started after I married my ex-husband, Joseph
Watson. He was everything any girl could ask for.
Fantastically wealthy, handsome, and sexually insatiable. He was
thirty and I was twenty. Being young and coming from a lower
middle-class family, I was in awe of him and his wealth. I always
felt inadequate around Joe and he did everything he could to reinforce
my perception. What did the marriage, and me in, was his continual
betrayal of me. Joe just could not resist bedding any blonde with a
big chest. I'm sure you've noticed that I conform to his ideal. I
later learned that he has always behaved in this manner, why he even
has a son who is almost my age; he got a girl pregnant when he was
only twelve!"
"After a year of my trying to get him to settle down, he
divorced me. I blamed myself and my shortcomings for this. He
provided me an extravagant settlement and I tried to loose myself in
drugs and alcohol. When that didn't work I tried to kill myself. A
friend shipped me here to your clinic for treatment and to avoid any
scandals in the tabloids."
Dr. van Damme poured out coffee for them. "And what have you
learned from your treatment here?"
"Well, I don't blame myself anymore. None of what happened was
my fault; it all lies with that son of a bitch. I really believe he
wanted to make it with all those women because he's really insecure
about himself. Take his height for example, Joe is only five foot
seven but always wanted to be six feet tall. I don't feel ashamed and
guilty any more. I'm mad as hell and I want to get back at him for
ruining my life and almost causing my death."
"Gloria. Surely you don't mean that."
"I certainly do Justine. I don't know yet what I will do to
get even with him, but I will spend the rest of my life trying, if
that's what it takes."
"You certainly seem determined Gloria. Perhaps we can find a
way for my organization to help."
"But Doctor, I have no more money. I'm broke."
"You needn't worry about that Gloria. Anything's possible."
Dr. van Damme produced a file. "We investigated your husband
during your stay to see if the things you told your therapist were
delusions or reality. It makes very interesting reading. He's
certainly deserving of some severe punishment, and I think it would be
even more fitting if he paid for it himself. I'm sure we can work
something out."
"Oh Justine, could you? Would you? Joe Watson is a powerful
and wealthy man, are you sure you want to get involved?"
Dr. van Damme spoke into her intercom. "Clarice. Bring in a
blank contract form please." Then continued, "Gloria I fear no man
like Joe Watson. My organization operates in many areas, and as a
result, has made numerous friends of real influence and power. Joe
Watson can't hurt me, he can't even find me if I don't want him to.
Besides I've taken down bigger than him before. Now shall we discuss
specifics?"
CHAPTER
2
Joe Watson followed the girl into her hotel suite.
Congratulating him-self silently, he thought, "man, what a fox. She's
so hot, and I'm just the guy to give it to her."
Joe had been captivated by her since he spotted her in his
customary pick up joint. She was all tits and ass and paraded them
proudly. His cock was as hard enough to drive nails and he couldn't
wait to ram it in her.
"Want a drink Joe?" She called from the other room.
"Sure, eh... " He couldn't remember her name. "Make it Scotch
and water."
Joe and his date sat on the couch and sipped their drinks. He
wanted only to rip her dress off and go at it then and there. He
played it cool though, thinking he might be able to enjoy this one for
more than one night.
"Tell you what Joe, why don't I go slip into something more
comfortable?"
She left the room and Joe thought, "Hot damn. Here we go," and
downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.
When Joe's date returned she was wearing something more
comfortable; a sweatshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Joe didn't seem
surprised. In fact, he didn't even notice. The girl eyed his inert
form on the couch for a moment, then dialed the number she had been
given. "He's good to go. Come and get him."
She retrieved her bag and belongings and after making sure
that the door was unlocked she departed, leaving Joe to his fate.
CHAPTER
3
"You can open your eyes anytime now Mr. Watson. We know you're
awake."
"I was just trying to collect myself and remember what
happened," said Joe.
Opening his eyes he saw an older man wearing a white coat and
carrying a stethoscope. Glancing about he noticed he was restrained in
what appeared to be hospital bed. Furthermore, he saw wires leading
from his bed to a bank of monitors that were meaningless to him."
"What happened? I have a heart attack or something."
"No. Nothing that simple I'm afraid." Let me get the director
to explain the situation to you.
Several minutes later Joe looked up as a pretty blonde entered
the room. "Mr. Watson, welcome back to the world of the living. My
name is Dr. van Damme and I'm sure you have many questions... "
"You bet I do babe. What happened, where am I, and when can I
leave." Joe interrupted.
"To answer your questions in order. You were drugged; slipped
a mickey I think the vernacular is. You are on my private island, far
removed from the United States, and I don't know when, if ever, you
can return there. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"
"What the fuck is going on here? Who the hell do you think you
are?" Joe exploded.
His answer was a slap from Dr. van Damme that rocked his still
woozy head.
"I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head. The story
your associates will put out is this; as a result of your notorious
womanizing, you have contracted AIDS. You have secreted yourself at a
private clinic outside the United States to undergo experimental
therapy, much as a famous actor did not to long ago. Eventually you
will succumb to your illness and your remains will be cremated. After
that, it won't be long before the world forgets that Joseph Watson
ever existed."
"How could this be happening to me?" Joe wondered. "Who put
you up to this?" He demanded to know.
"The answer, Mr. Watson, is that you did. The way you treated
your ex-wife, and the way you've treated women all your life, caught
my attention. That, and the fact that you were vulnerable."
"That goddamned bitch Gloria. Figure her to get mixed up in
something like this." Joe thought for a minute. "What do you mean
vulnerable?" "You were such a disagreeable person that no one cared
for you. We were able to influence every individual who might be
concerned over your absence. They all sold you out. You were a failure
as a person Mr. Watson. That and your miserly penny pinching did you
in."
"What are you talking about?"
"You were too cheap to keep a good law firm on retainer. I'm
sure if you had, that they would have advised you to change your will
immediately after your divorce. As it was, you didn't, and have
created all manner of potential difficulties for yourself. Such as the
one you're in right now."
"Let me go. Look, whatever she's paying you I'll double it, no
wait... , I'll triple it."
"Lets understand one thing Mr. Watson. Your wife didn't put us
up to this. We put her up to it."
"So what's going to happen?"
"When you die, your wife will become executrix and
administrate of your estate, at least until your son becomes twenty-
one. She's going to pay us for our 'treatment' of you and a good
portion of the fees will be rebated to her via overseas bank
accounts."
"And how much is this treatment of mine going to run."
Inquired Joe.
"About five million dollars to start, but that's just the
beginning. The Institute provides many services; psychological,
surgical, behavior modification, anti-aging, and infertility just to
name a few. Many of these treatments are unsanctioned in the
industrialized countries, such as injecting fetal cells to reverse the
aging process. Our many affluent clients come here, where any
treatment they desire can be provided. Whether or not their nation's
medical authorities consider them effective or ethical. Even so, these
treatments have to be tested somehow and that's where you come in.
Your wife made you available to us to perform research on as part of
your punishment. In addition to the base fee of five million, your
wife guarantees us a profit of thirty-five percent on all procedures
performed on you."
"But what exactly is it you plan to do to me?
"The bad news, Mr. Watson, is that we are going to create a
new you. We will change both your appearance and your personality.
The good news is that you have shown a definite preference for the
design we are going to use."
At this point Dr. van Damme retired. Leaving Joe to
contemplate her cryptic announcement as he drifted off into
unconsciousness.
CHAPTER
4
Joe lay in his bed. He didn't want to get out of it. Even
walking across his small room to the toilet seemed to wear him out.
He'd lost all track of time and didn't know how long he had been here.
Severe diarhea had afflicted him shortly after his arrival, he'd lost
a lot of weight, and was exceedingly thin. He still didn't feel quite
right, his skin was pasty white, he'd grown a beard, and his sex drive
had vanished. This last worried him most. Joe had always prided
himself on his virility. He couldn't even get a hard on to masturbate,
no matter how erotic his thoughts.
Joe's image was displayed on a video monitor in the conference
room. The doctor in charge of this phase of his treatment addressed
the audience in the room. "Treatment has proceeded along the
determined lines. The administered dosages of the prototype drug A6D
have been effective. Subject's testes are no longer producing sperm or
male hormones and are degenerating. There has been an ensuing loss of
interest in sex as a result. Subject is, in effect, castrated. I
recommend that A6D be commercially developed and made available to
those governments that have expressed an interest in such a treatment
for chronic sex offenders."
"Thank you doctor," said Dr. van Damme. "Your work, as always,
is praiseworthy. Now our genetic engineering department will have the
floor."
A bearded young man, looking barely old enough to be a
graduate student, approached the podium. "As you all know we have
conducted extensive research into recombinant DNA theory. One of the
easiest DNA chains to manipulate is that of the bacteria, Escherichia
coli, which lives in the human digestive tract. A bacteriophage was
introduced into subjects diet which exterminated all E. coli resident
in his body. Subject then consumed foodstuffs containing our modified
species. It has thrived and far exceeded our expectations."
"This introduced species produces natural estrogenic compounds
as waste, which are then absorbed into the bloodstream through the
lining of the large intestine. Analysis shows that the subject's
hormonal balance is now that of a mature female. The only difficulty
is that it is slightly on the high side. That's not really of any
concern in this case, and we think we've found the cause. We believe
this treatment can be manipulated to do away with the need for
repeated dosages of almost any drug, not just hormones. Early
experiments show a potential for a bacteria that can produce insulin.
Furthermore, I personally feel this line of research warrants
additional inquiry as having the promise to provide a reversible
birth-control 'vaccine'."
Dr. van Damme led the room in a standing ovation for the
researcher. "Thank you very much. If I don't miss my guess, you may
have a Nobel Prize in your future."
Standing up, Dr. van Damme spoke into a small microphone. "You
may commence."
Then she addressed the assemblage. "Well, I'm sure we can all
agree that this subject is making an enormous contribution to
scientific and medical knowledge."
Ignoring the snickering that followed her remark, she
continued. "Next is a demonstration of a product that we hope will
someday be in every beauty salon in the world."
While she spoke, attendants had entered Joe's room and
restrained him to the bed. They were busily attaching connections
between Joe's body and a control board.
Dr. van Damme spoke. "As you know women employ many methods of
depilation. Few opt for electrolysis due to the time, pain, and
expense. We hope this device will change all that. A process has been
developed which we call batch depilation. As you know, when a person
comes in contact with voltage, electrical current passes through the
body, more often than not producing death by electrocution. An
exception to this is electricity at high frequencies, not the radio
frequencies used for some electrolysis, but rather four hundred cycles
per second. This electricity passes along the skin. What we do is pass
high voltage four hundred hertz power between electrodes attached to
the skin, after desensitizing it. Then, as the current flows, it
burns out the hair follicles. Let's watch a demonstration."
Speaking into her microphone, Dr. van Damme said "You may
proceed with the presentation now."
Joe didn't know what was going on. He offered no resistance,
lacking both the energy and the inclination for such a move. His skin
had been coated with a slimy gel which tingled for a moment then
stopped. Metal bands had been fitted around his body at various
intervals from his feet, up his legs, around his waist, chest, arms,
and even his fingers. He was fitted with a collar and then a cap, not
unlike those used with the electric chair.
The technicians stepped back and threw a switch. There was a
humming sound and Joe felt the skin on his right calf tingle. After a
period it stopped, only to be repeated at another location on his
body. There was the odor of burned hair in the air. Finally, the bands
were removed and a mask was fitted over Joe's face and the procedure
was repeated there. The technicians removed all their equipment. An
aide came in and helped Joe to the bathtub.
Dr. van Damme changed the video pickup to the bathroom and she
and her staff observed as Joe was bathed. They watched with
fascination as the goo was scrubbed from Joe's body, for along with it
came his hair.
All of it!
"As you can see it is quite effective. We can choose the area
to be treated. The process is quick, cheap, and relatively painless.
You will notice that the subject now exhibits no hair anywhere on his
body except in the pubic region."
Joe was put back in bed and administered a sedative. Totally
hairless, and bald as a baby, he drifted off to a gentle sleep.
CHAPTER
5
Joe lay face down on an operating table in an amphitheater. He
was anesthetized and could neither feel nor move. In his euphoric
state, he could not pay attention as the as the surgeon described what
was happening to him.
"Today I am using micro-miniature appliances, incorporating
fiber optics and lasers, to demonstrate some inspiring developments in
surgery."
"First, I am performing liposuction to effect body contouring.
As I am sure you are well aware, this is a high profit margin business
for us. However, I am going beyond conventional routine here today. In
order to create on the subject the smallest waistline possible, as
called for in the treatment protocol."
"Accordingly I have made a small incision at the spine where
the lowest set of ribs connect. I then insert a multiple lead fiber
optic cable to carry video, transmit laser energy, and control the
miniaturized equipment."
The surgeon accomplished this and went on."Now I simply cut
through each rib at the spine, severing them. I inject a radioactive
compound, with a short half-life, into the marrow to kill it. Next I
apply a sealant to the spine to prevent any attempt at
reattachment.The rest is simple. The bones die and gradually become
brittle. Subsequently, the subject is exposed to the ultra-sound
shock treatment used to break up kidney stones. This shatters the now
fragile bone, and the body assimilates the fragments as it would any
source of calcium." The surgeon finished up.
"Another advantage of this procedure is that there is no
scarring. Surgical adhesive is applied to the entry puncture, and we
are done." The surgeon departed with a smattering of applause from the
gallery.
Another surgeon appeared in greens. "Good morning. I am
going to continue the physique contouring started by my esteemed
colleague. As you know the subject of weight reduction is
complicated by the fact that once formed by the body, fat cells are
never destroyed. When the body is starved, as when dieting, they
just give up their fat and remain where they are, waiting to
be refilled. Liposuction as performed earlier does remove these,
but here I venture a step further."
The surgeon did something to Joe's hip.
"I separate the fat cells by centrifuging them, then filter
them to a uniform size with a permeable membrane. These cells are
collected in a tank and, using a process I call lipoaugmentation, re-
inserted into the body according to a computer generated matrix. You
now need only place the subject on a high fat diet. When the fat cells
refill, the body assumes the desired profile."
"Notice that I have inserted a probe into the hipbone to
function as an dispenser. It serves as a reference point for the
matrix, and the re-introduced empty fat cells are deposited around it
automatically by the computer."
Nothing more was said as the machines performed their work
with mechanical efficiency. The surgeon readjusted the probe to
several points on Joe's hips and buttocks. Eventually, everything was
removed.
At this point two attendants came and rolled Joe over very
carefully. Joe stared up at the ceiling wondering what was going on.
He languished in daydreams, unable to focus on the activity going on
around him. He shut his eyes.
The surgeon, meanwhile, had gone to work on Joe's chest. The
needle was inserted down the center of each nipple to the breastbone.
The surgeon took notice that they were not the typical vestigial
nipples of most males, but rather they exhibited the developmental
characteristics of a pubescent female. The machine completed it's
assignment and the next surgeon entered the operating pit.
CHAPTER
6
After countless days of suffering, Joe awoke in a sunny room.
He was agonizingly stiff, swollen, and sore. He couldn't find a part
of his body that didn't hurt. Dr. van Damme and several other persons
stood around looking at him. Joe tried to move and discovered that his
entire body was restrained.
"Well it looks like our surprise is ready to be unwrapped,"
said Dr. van Damme."
Joe's torso and legs were released. He discovered that his
hands were surrounded by some type of box, his feet were in casts, and
he had no feeling or freedom of movement in his extremities.
"Dr. Morgan would you describe for us please your
modifications to the subject."
An elderly doctor came forward. "Thank you Dr. van Damme. This
is a procedure we have been working on at the request of another
branch of our organization. We have been able to alter the subjects
fingerprints."
The assembled onlookers showed great interest.
"Do go on Doctor."
"Well using computer controlled lasers at an oblique angle we
were able to eradicate the center of the original print. An electron
gun was used to, I guess burn would be the best term, a pattern onto
the finger. The resultant scarring is regulated, and becomes
indistinguishable from the loops and whorls of a natural print. With a
sufficiently sophisticated program you can not only change someone's
prints, but give him another person's."
Understanding the possibilities inherent in this, the crowd
murmured it's approval. Another doctor was working on releasing Joe's
feet from their confinement. At Dr. van Damme's cue he explained what
he had done.
"What you are looking at gentlemen represents a turning point
in reconstructive bone surgery. I have actually accomplished two feats
here, if you'll pardon the pun. I have taken the subjects feet and
rebuilt them to Dr. van Damme's specifications. What were a man's size
ten wide are now a perfect woman's size eight medium."
There was talking by his audience but no questions,so he
continued. "What is really interesting are the other adjustments I was
able to make. You know how we podiatrists tell the girls to stay off
of high heels. Slaves to fashion that they are, they never listen to
us and, as a result, suffer many foot ailments as a result. It seems
that the human foot was just not designed to walk in high heels."
"Doctors, what I have done, is to devise and create such a
foot! I strengthened the weight bearing bones and made alignment
changes to the metatarsal bones. These feet could run a marathon in
spike heels."
The amazement of the group was apparent.
"And now last, but certainly not least, Dr. Brenner will
enlighten us as to his accomplishments."
"Thank you Dr. van Damme. I too work in reconstructive
surgery. One problem faced in severe damage to the hands and feet, is
the permanent loss of nail growth, which serves to protect the fingers
and toes. Our material department has been able to fabricate an
acrylic polymer that is indestructible by any means available to us
here. What this means is that we can formulate a replacement nail that
will last forever."
The Doctor busied himself with the box which held Joe's left
hand. "You have to be very precise in your measurements with these
because once they set, that's it. These were modeled to Dr. van
Damme's specifications and have been anchored to the subjects finger
bones."
Looking at Joe, he giggled and said, "I would avoid countries
which practice torture if I were you, young man. I can guarantee that
your fingers will pull off before those nails do."
Still groggy, Joe just looked at him blankly. His hand was
freed from the box. Joe tried to move his fingers, but they were too
sore. He held his hand up to his face and gasped. At the end of each
finger was a long oval nail at least an inch long.
AND THEY WERE BRIGHT RED!
The doctor went on, "These nails will take some getting used
to and I must warn you to be careful until you are accustomed to them.
They could be dangerous."
Addressing Dr. van Damme he went on. " I believe you will find
that these nails will not chip and the colors will not fade."
Joe's other hand was freed and it joined it's mate. Joe
stared, in shock, at the long red talons, now permanently attached to
his fingers. The doctor released Joe's feet from their containers.
"I also took the liberty of replacing the subjects toenails
while I was at it."
Joe struggled painfully to move to a position from which he
could see his feet. He was rewarded with the sight of ten cute little
red toenails peeking back at him. He noticed that his feet were indeed
much smaller and somehow more graceful. He moved them and observed
that they flexed in a peculiar manner.
Engrossed with his fingers, Joe failed to notice Dr. van Damme
motion everyone to leave. he looked up to find her alone with him.
"Please doctor. Tell me what's going on here. Why are these
things being done to me?"
"Because, Mr. Watson, you are at hand. We needed a test
subject and you're it. Also, as I once told you, we have contracted
with your wife to erase any trace of Joe Watson from the face of the
earth and dispense appropriate retribution in the process."
Joe wanted to learn more but she spun on her heels and walked
out.
CHAPTER
7
Two large attendants entered Joe's room. The larger of the two
men motioned for Joe to get up. "Come. Bath." He said.
Joe stared at him. "What."
Having been instructed in his native tongue to compel instant
obedience. The man slapped Joe's face so violently that Joe cried.
Having learned his first lesson, Joe painfully maneuvered his body to
where the attendants could help him out of bed and walk him to the
bathroom. He noticed that the bathroom was austere and lacked a
mirror.
While bathing under the observation of one of the attendants,
Joe noticed the curious lack of hair on his body. "Oh well. It'll grow
back," he thought.
After poking himself with his new fingernails a couple of
times, he learned to move slowly and carefully. He went to wash his
hair. "So they shaved my head too."
While washing his face he found out about his peculiar lack of
eyebrows. After he had dried off Joe was handed what looked like a
standard green hospital gown. It was different from the normal
hospital gown in two respects. It was made of silk instead of the
normal cotton, pulled over the head rather than tying up the back, and
fell to mid thigh.
Joe was able to return to bed unassisted. Walking back, he
noticed unaccustomed pressure on his feet and tension in his calf
muscles.
While Joe had been in the bath, the other attendant had been
making up his bed. Joe discovered that the new sheets and pillow cases
were slinky and slippery.
"Well I'll be," he thought. "Satin sheets. At least they go
first class here."
Joe began to relax. Now that feeling had returned to his body,
he took stock of himself. The stiffness and soreness had been reduced
by the hot bath. There was a odd itching sensation at various points
on his body. He probed his hips and buttocks were the feeling was
concentrated. Nothing seemed wrong. He scratched his chest which also
itched. He touched a nipple that was swollen and sensitive. Pulling
out the front of his gown he observed that his nipples were enlarged.
Further investigation disclosed the presence of a hard lump in each
breast.
"Probably a reaction to some new drug they're testing on me,"
thought Joe. "Just my luck, they're probably looking for a cure for
breast cancer."
One of the attendants returned with a food tray. After setting
a table in place over Joe's bed, he put the tray on it and left. The
smell of the food reminded Joe that he was ravenous. Opening the
plates he discovered an abundance of food. He found that he had to
adjust his handling of utensils to compensate for his long
fingernails. Still, he dug in with abandon. Pancakes with syrup, eggs,
bacon, milk, and orange juice. He ate it all and sated, Joe relaxed
and was soon asleep.
Dr. van Damme and Dave Weinstein, her behavior modification
specialist, watched the sleeping man on the monitor in her office.
"So, we are acclimating him to the feel of materials such as
silk and satin on his skin." Asked Dr. van Damme.
"Yes Doctor. The texture can sometimes produce a emotion of
resistance in a male. His subconscious knows that the cloth is typical
of female garb and objects because of the inconsistency with his
masculinity. By establishing the initial contact with such textiles in
a non-threatening environment, the male accepts their presence and
eventually regards them as normal."
"Thank you Dave. Keep me appraised of his progress."
CHAPTER
8
Joe sat up in bed watching television. He was wearing an
athletic shirt and boxer shorts. So what if they were red and soft.
Besides, it was all they gave him.
Any woman, though, would have recognized what Joe was wearing;
a satin camisole and tap pants set. And they weren't red, they were
fuchsia. A distinction that Joe wasn't aware of, yet.
Joe finished his candy bar and drank the last of his
soda,thinking, "I shouldn't be eating all this junk food. I'll get
fat."
Joe was getting fat, but that didn't bother him too deeply.
What did was the way it was being distributed around his body. He
couldn't view himself in a mirror, but he could comprehend that his
ass was getting fat and so were his hips. He couldn't see any increase
in his waistline though. Indeed, it seemed to be getting thinner, so
he didn't let it worry him.
Joe's nipples were another story, they had continued to swell.
The increase in their size was evident under his gown. The red areas
around the nipples had expanded to the size of a half-dollar while the
hard lumps on his chest had softened and were expanding.
Dr. van Damme entered the room on one of her infrequent
visits. "And how are we today Mr. Watson?"
"I, ... am fine."
"Excellent. Please be so good as to get out of bed."
Aware that his attendants were at most a call away, Joe
hastened to do her bidding.
"Get undressed and put these on." She directed.
Not daring to disobey, Joe doffed his clothing and took that
which she offered. "These" were a matching gown and robe. No pretense
was offered to disguise their feminine style. The gown was blue satin
and was edged in lace on the hem, and bodice. The robe matched the
gown. It tied at the waist and fell to his knees.
"We're going for a walk Joe."
"But, Doctor, I have had trouble walking ever since that
doctor worked on my feet."
At this Dr. van Damme produced two items. "Here. These should
help you walk easier."
Joe was speechless. she had given him two tiny high heeled
shoes. There wasn't much to them. Just a satin strap across the
instep with some fluff attached.
"They are called mules Joe. Sit down."
Joe sat and Dr. van Damme placed the mules on his feet. She
was not surprised to find them a perfect fit.
Joe noticed that his feet felt relaxed and natural in them. He
stood up. After an initial shakiness, he managed to walk around fairly
easily. "Wow. My feet feel so much better in these things."
"It seems Joe, that when the doctor modified your feet to
accommodate high heels, that he made it difficult, if not impossible,
for you to walk barefoot for any great distance or stand for any
length of time. Your feet now need the support these type of shoes
provide so you'd better get used to wearing them. Now follow me
please."
As he walked Joe appreciated the way the shoes made his feet
more comfortable. In addition, due to his insecurity about his height,
he liked the fact that they made him taller.
"When I get out of here, I'm going to buy some elevator
shoes," he thought.
Joe followed the Doctor to an empty room where he was told to
strip and lay down on the bed. She returned and gave him a small glass
of a bitter clear liquid to drink. Joe immediately felt lightheaded.
"What happens now Doc? Gonna let me in on your big plan?"
"Yes, perhaps it is time Joe. You might recall that I said
that we were going to change your appearance and personality."
"Yes, I remember."
"Well we are using you as a test subject for many new drugs
and processes which will reduce suffering in many diverse groups of
people. You are, you might say, a human guinea pig. Unlike many test
animals though, when we are done with you, you will be well taken care
of for the rest of your life. Which, I might add, due to the nature of
some of the experiments may turn out to be abnormally long."
"In addition to those experiments, in order to fulfill our
contract with your wife, we have put many changes into effect on your
appearance and now we start on your personality."
Seeming to float above reality, Joe giggled. "So what exactly
is it you're changing me into?"
"That's the fun part Joe, and also your punishment. In the
past you have displayed an attraction for large breasted blonde women
that borders on compulsion. I believe, therefore, that you will be
pleased to know that you will soon be joining their ranks. My only
hope is that your new form will provide you with as much enjoyment as
those of your playmates did."
Finding this hilarious for some reason. Joe continued to
giggle as he drifted off into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER
9
Joe's inanimate form lay on a platform surrounded by many
pieces of complex machinery. Countless wires ran from the apparatus to
points all over his body. His head from the throat up was enclosed in
a sealed container from which the top of his bald head projected.
Inside, Joe's unconscious eyes stared blankly into the darkness.
An incision was made around the crown of Joe's scalp, which
was then peeled back to reveal his skull. A precision micro-saw then
cut a circle through the bone. The bone was carefully removed
revealing Joe's brain. A team of surgeons spent some time implanting a
mesh of fine wires in Joe's cerebellum.
The leader explained their actions. "What we are doing here is
connecting the subject's brain for a function plot using resonance
mapping. An external impulse is applied to the body, or suggested to
the subconscious, the brain responds. This point is then plotted on a
three dimensional map, and stored in computer memory. This is not new
technology, it has existed for at least ten years. The notable
accomplishment here, is this; knowing where the function signals the
brain, we now can duplicate that signal directly to the brain using a
technique I call proto-resonance induction. What this means is we can
act directly on brain responses, both conscious and unconscious.
Leaving the conductive mesh under the skull will allow for future
alterations without surgery. The potential for treatment of mental
illnesses and obsessions such as drug or alcohol addiction is
unlimited."
"Is the subject ready?"
"Good. Let's proceed."
"To start the demonstration we will apply external stimulation
to the genitals."
After a short wait a green light came on.
"Good. We have that mapped. Now we apply external stimulation
to the subjects breasts."
When the light came on he continued. "Now while stimulating
the breasts we apply a signal to the area controlled by genital
stimulation. The result is that the subject now finds manual
stimulation of the breasts a sexually arousing experience."
"Now here is how I can influence behavior. The computer is
suggesting an embarrassing situation to the subconscious mind. It is
plotted and now the computer suggests a new experience."
He looked at some papers.
"Yes, this one is being seen bare-chested. While the allusion
is in the mind, the signal is sent to the embarrassment center of the
brain. The subject will now find the bare chest a source of
embarrassment. You can see how this can be used to substitute desired
behavior patterns for unwanted ones."
"To test the effectiveness of this process we will attempt to
affect other senses." The doctor pushed a button.
"What I have done is release into the subjects nostrils a
vapor containing an extract of the pheromone produced by a human
female in heat. Normally the conscious mind is unaware of the presence
of it. Ah yes, we have response."
The doctor pushed another button. "I have just released a
vapor containing the pheromones excreted by a sexually aroused male. I
apply the previous signal and, voila! I trust I do not have to draw
you a picture."
"I am doing nothing here to affect the subject's prior sexual
urges. Rather, you might say, we are expanding them. This machine can
be programmed to provide any number of effects and can be left to run
automatically. The response can be strengthened or weakened by
adjusting the signal strength. Hypnosis can further reinforce any
suggestions which may encounter resistance from the subconscious. The
machine will now finish the task. Any questions?"
There were none and the group left the room. The lights were
turned out leaving the blinking machines as the only source of
illumination.
Inside the device, a picture of a naked giant breasted blonde,
in a suggestive pose, was displayed to Joe's unconscious mind. The
computer noted the strong response. A series of pictures of handsome
and virile young men were flashed at Joe's mind. Along with each one
went the feedback of the previously recorded signal.
Next a little cam whirled. Oxygen was routed to the tubes in
Joe's nostrils and he was influenced to breathe through his nose. A
probe was inserted into Joe's mouth while a low level signal was sent
to his pleasure center. Joe's subconscious recognized the shape as
that of an erect penis but the constant pleasure signal overrode it's
objection. The probe was pushed in and out, eventually reaching deep
into Joe's throat.
Previously recorded signals controlled Joe's responses. The
gag reflex was muted and his throat was compelled to produce a
swallowing motion. The pleasure signal increased in intensity. The
computer then released a measure of fluid which in consistency, taste,
and temperature duplicated that of semen. Some was swallowed, some
overflowed his mouth and ran over his face. Joe's body, craving salt
due to his diet, savored the fluid. Concurrently the machine pulsed
the strongest possible stimulation to Joe's pleasure centers.
The machine ran through it's program, scattering cues and
responses throughout Joe's mind. While Joe slept he became a new man.
Only he didn't know it.
CHAPTER
10
Joe came to in his bed. He was wearing a baby doll nightgown
and panties made of satin and lace. Recalling Dr. van Damme's threat
to turn him into a big boobed blonde, he stuck his hand under the
elastic of his panties.
"Yes sir, little buddies safe and sound," he thought. "So much
for that crazy doctor and her plan."
Joe's reverie was interrupted by the entrance of the most
gorgeous babe he had seen in awhile. Even in her starched nurses
uniform, Joe could make out the outline of her fantastic figure. Her
long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She was tall. About
six feet of everything that Joe desired in a woman. He could feel his
cock stir in it's satin confinement.
"Hi. I'm Monica. I'll be your nurse from now on. And you are
Mr. Watson?"
"Last time I looked. Where's the two thugs?"
"Oh they're around somewhere, I'm sure."
An attendant brought in dinner then left.
"I'll bet you're hungry Mr. Watson. You've been out for
awhile."
"How long was I out? What happened to me?"
"I don't know Mr. Watson." Lied the pretty girl. "I just
started on your case. You'll have to ask Dr. van Damme. Here you go.
Bon appetit."
Joe realized he was starving and dug in with a vengeance,
wolfing down salad, milk, rolls and butter, prime rib, mashed potatoes
and gravy, and finishing with apple pie ala mode. Joe's meal had
tasted pretty bland. He mentioned it to the attendant who told him he
had been put on a no-salt diet on Doctor's orders
Monica left with the tray. Joe marvelled at his new found
ability to put food away. It dawned on Joe that he was handling his
long fingernails with no trouble. In fact, he hardly noticed them
anymore.
"Boy it's amazing what the human body can adapt to," he
thought. "There's got to be a way to get them off when I get out of
here."
Joe hadn't examined the rest of his body and what a surprise
was he in for. His eyes widened as his arm brushed against his chest.
Pulling up his gown, he stared dumbfounded. What had been a case of
swelling nipples were now full-blown breasts. Not quite massive, but
definitely prominent.
What had been swollen nipples were now elongated cones,
projecting out from abundant hemispheres of flesh. The aureoles around
his nipples had continued to expand and they and the nipples were now
a dark pink, almost brown.
Frightened, yet curious at the same time, Joe timidly brought
his right hand up and touched his left breast. He was rewarded with a
strong sensation of pleasure. He grasped the nipple between his index
finger and thumb. The pleasurable feeling increased as he increased
the pressure on the nipple. He watched in amazement as the nipple
responded to his touch. It enlarged and became rigid. As Joe rolled
the nipple between his fingers he felt his penis awaken.
Stopping for a minute, Joe padded to the door. Satisfied that
the hallway was empty, he went to the bathroom. Elated that his cock
was working again, Joe raised his gown, pulled down his panties, and
then sat on the toilet, fondling his breasts and stroking his cock,
awash in pleasure.
Joe's cock never did become totally erect, but finally spasmed
and discharged a watery impotent fluid. Joe wrote this off to it's
long inactivity, wiped himself off, replaced his attire, and flushed
the toilet.
Proud of his performance, he returned to bed. Smugly thinking.
"So that doctor thinks she can turn me into a bimbo. Well we'll just
see about that!"
He hadn't noticed how his forearms brushed against his hips as
he walked.
In her office, Dr. van Damme turned away from the monitor. "So
Dave, is this all part of the plan?" She asked her director of
behavior modification.
"Yes Doctor. In fact, he is ahead of schedule."
"What's next Dave?'
"I understood doctor, that there were some more physical
changes to be concluded before we went on psychologically."
"My next stage is to get him dressing in feminine apparel."
"And how will you accomplish that?" Asked Dr. van Damme.
"During his session with Dr. Baxter's mind machine," he used
staff slang, " I had instilled in Joe, the psycho-sexual response of
the typical transvestite. You may be aware that these are men who feel
compelled to dress in women's clothing, and obtain great sexual
stimulation and pleasure from doing so. I masked this character trait,
so we need only hypnotize him, give him the release cue, and his first
experience in female finery will conclude his imprinting. After that,
I'd venture a guess that you couldn't keep him out of women's
clothing. Would you like me to do this now?"
"No Dave, not just yet. Let's allow Joe to reach his full
development. No sense wasting money on clothing now, that will no
longer fit him when his tits and ass stop growing."
CHAPTER
11
Joe finished another enormous breakfast. Many days had left
him no illusions as to where the food was going, but he felt no urge
to diet. His breasts were expanding mounds. Jokingly he mused, "If
this keeps up I may need a bra." Rejecting the notion as trivial, he
gave it no further thought. Everything would be corrected once he got
out of this madhouse. "Let them have their little fun. We'll see whose
laughing at the end."
Joe was now aware of the fact that he had to hold his arms out
away from his body as he walked. They couldn't hang straight down; his
hips got in the way. He also had to swing them in an unfamiliar
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