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TRINARY Sometime in the near future... Janine Travis sat in the cafe fuming. She couldn't believe those bubble-headed, moronic,... so and so's! Couldn't they see the advantage of the new computer she had designed? Janine was a computer designer who, at the age of 26, had more computer design related degrees than any man twice her age, with a few theoretical physics degrees thrown in for good measure. She had discovered a way of detecting and stabilizing the individual subatomic particle on the patterns which made up the circuitry of a computer. And since she could also detect the spin on the charge, that meant she had the capability of designing a "trinary" computer. a computer where the individual bits could be either 0, 1, or 2 instead of the standard 0 or 1 of a binary. It was a new design that would revolutionize the computer industry. And those idiot businessmen she had pitched the design to couldn't see that! Trouble was, now that she had a chance to cool down over a cup of coffee, she had to admit that they were right. They were concerned with program compatibility issues, stability of the system, processor speed, etc. Janine felt that she had solved those design problems, but she was enough of a scientist to admit that her solutions were all paper solutions, and those kind of solutions rarely worked out as well in reality as they did on paper. Janine was trapped in a Catch-22. She needed funds to build a prototype, but she couldn't convince anybody to give her funds without a working prototype. "Miss Travis?" Janine looked up. Standing at the edge of her table was Jack Hayes. Hayes was one of the businessmen Janine had pitched her idea to an hour ago. Accompanying him was a lady, Mr. Hayes' Executive Secretary as Janine recalled. Both Hayes and the young lady were incredibly attractive people (Janine was bisexual and wouldn't have been adverse to bedding both, even at the same time) and Jack Hayes was, to the business world, what Janine was to the computer world. Actually, even that was playing down his accomplishments. At 14, he had made his first million. And at his current age of twenty, he owned one of the largest multinational corporations in the world. "Mr. Hayes, what can I do for you?" "May we sit down?" Janine waved him into the booth. Hayes' secretary sat first and brought out a portable computer. Hayes sat beside her. "I'd like to talk to you about your new computer design." Janine groaned. "I hope you don't expect me to go through my entire proposal again." Hayes shook his head. "No, no. I'm just interested in the memory aspects of your new design. Exactly how much of a memory expansion can be expected?" "Well, a standard character from the ASCII character set uses 8-bits-" Hayes held up a hand to stop her. "Please, Miss Travis, keep it out of the technical. Bottom line - how much memory expansion can I get?" Janine sighed. "Using a trimmed ASCII character set you would use 5 bits and get an expansion of 1.6 times. Using a full character set with a lot of extra space, you would use 6 and get an expansion of 1.3 times." "Could you build a trinary memory storage and design a device so that a binary processor could handle it?" "Not effectively. The cost of the equipment and programs necessary to translate the data would be so prohibitive, that you might as well just build a trinary processor." "You let me worry about the costs. But could you do it?" Janine eyed Hayes suspiciously. "Could, but not willing to." "Why not? I assure you, you would be paid well. Easily enough to fund your own project to design a full trinary processor." "Mr. Hayes, even if you let me take all my design notes with me instead of keeping them for yourself, if I start with memory and build a processor later, it'll take me approximately 16 months, 8 months on memory, and another 8 months on the processor. But if I start with the processor and build the memory around it, it'll take only 10 months, 12 at the outside. And to be honest, I'm just not interested in wasting a half year of my life." Janine started to rise, when Hayes put his hand on her arm. "Alright then, I'll fund your design." Janine smiled. "Let's talk details." "What do you want?" "Complete funding of the project." "Done." "A monthly stipend of $5,000. And living expenses." "Done." "A completion bonus of $500, 000." "Done." "50% of all profits made on the computer after it goes into production." "Done." "And total ownership of the patent." "Co-ownership. 50/50." "I can live with that." "Now, I want something in return from you." "What?" Hayes leaned in close. "A total lock-down on this. Total secrecy. Anybody asks about it, and you tell them you've given up. Better yet, you tell them you've found some design flaws that you've got to work out and the project is on indefinite hold." "Why?" "That's my business. Do we have a deal?" Janine thought about it and finally said (as she knew she would), "Yes." *************** 13 MONTHS LATER... Janine finally clicked the last circuit in place. Almost on schedule, Jack and his secretary walked in. "Is it finished?" "Yes. Done and ready for programming." "Can a binary program be dropped in? Can it be easily adapted to run machinery that a binary computer runs?" "Oh, sure. All it takes is programming it to ignore the spin on the charged particle. An incredibly simple program if you know the computer's operating system." "So when will the program be finished?" "Oh, you didn't pay to have me program the computer. Just build it." Hayes gave Janice a stern look. "Miss Travis, I may not be a computer expert, but even I know that a computer without programs is useless, and any court I choose to drag you into would agree that I didn't contract to build useless hardware." "Perhaps. But we both know you have no intention of dragging me into court, which happens to be a public forum. You've required far too much secrecy for this project." Hayes started to say something when Janine interrupted him. "Mr. Hayes, when you agreed to all my parameters without argument, I was suspicious. But to be honest, I didn't particularly care as long as I got to build my computer. But over the last month, the month that went beyond my projected date of completion for the computer, you have become increasingly annoying in the frequency and urgency of your visits. In fact, over the last couple days, I have spent more time getting rid of you then I did working on the prototype." "So this is your way of getting back at me?" "No, I'm not that petty. But it became very clear to me that you had some need for the trinary computer beyond what you were saying. Something that you expected to net you profits far beyond what you expected to turn over to me." "And?" "And I want in." Hayes started to deny it, but his secretary tugged on his arm and whispered something in his ear. They carried on a brief whispered conversation, then Hayes turned to Janice and said, "All right, Miss Travis I'll come clean, but I want you to know something, if the contents of this conversation ever go beyond the three of us, you will disappear. You will disappear so completely that your mother will forget she ever birthed you. Now, do you wish to continue, or would you rather just write the program, take the money and run?" At first, Janice thought that Hayes was just trying to be dramatic for emphasis, but, looking into his eyes, she knew he was totally serious, which scared her, but intrigued her all the more. Swallowing, she said, "I'm in." "Okay, but you may think differently after I tell you what you're in for. I do indeed have a secret project that I need your computer for. I wanted to keep it totally secret, but my secretary points out that I could very well use someone with a more technical bent to help make it work. But if you're in, you're all the way in." "I understand." "No, I don't think you do. If you get into this, you will disappear. You will live in the project base. Food, entertainment, reading material, everything you need will be delivered to you, but you won't be allowed to depart until the project is completed or until such time as it has been determined to be impossible to finish." Curiouser and curiouser. Janice thought about it and finally said, "I'm in." Hayes smiled and said, "Good." He then pulled a small device that looked like a garage door opener out of his pocket and pressed it. A section of one wall slid upwards, revealing a door. Janice was amazed. In the thirteen months she had worked in this lab, she had never suspected. Hayes walked up to the door and pulled out a key. "Last chance. Once we go through this door, there's no turning back." Janice just said, "Open it." Hayes opened the door, and the three walked down a long flight of steps. When they entered the room, the lights automatically turned on, confronting Janice with a sight that looked like something out of a history book. In front of her was an ancient console that dated back to the seventies when a person who was expected to run a computer had to be hyper-specialized, because he had to know exactly what each button did, exactly what each dial changed, in order to run the machinery. Above the console was a pane of glass that looked into a room that held a single chair with a metal cap. Janice looked at Hayes and said, "What is this? Some kind of joke? This is your project? Do you know how... ancient this stuff is?" "It dates back to the seventies. And, yes, this is my project." Janice was flabbergasted. "What do you know of history, Miss Travis? Specifically, cold war history?" "Cold war..." Janice mumbled. History had never been her strong point. "Post World War II to late twentieth century. A time when two economic super-powers clashed in non-violent confrontation through covert activities and propaganda until the dissolution of the USSR into its component nation states." "That's good enough for our purposes. In the early seventies, the USSR engaged on a secret program to develop a device which would change the tide of their covert activities. This device." "Well... What is it?" "A mind reading device." "You're not serious." "Very. A few years after the dissolution, Russia was in serious economic straits and started selling off their old technologies. At that point I invested in it, and bought this device." "Ok, then what's wrong with it? If it worked, the communist nations should've won the cold war." "Well, it seemed they had a problem. The human mind contains so much data that the memory of the time was incapable of handling it. After I bought it, I attempted to upgrade to the better memory of the late 90s, but even then the memory too quickly was filled up. That's why I wanted your trinary memory. In order to make the device usable. Imagine it, Miss Travis, knowing the details of what all your competitors are planning, even before they implement them." "All right. But there is no reason to deal with this ancient technology. If I'm going to upgrade this machine, I want to upgrade all of it. The interfaces, controls, everything." "Done. There's a room off to the side where you'll sleep." **************** TWO WEEKS LATER... Janice was under the control panel installing the last keyboard in the upgrade when Hayes secretary, Theresa Scoggins, walked in with the daily delivery of food. Janice came out from underneath the panel and sat down. "How long till the upgrades are done?" Theresa asked. "They're done. Just finished the last installation." "So it's usable now?" "Not quite. I've got to do a cold boot." "So what? Fifteen, twenty minutes?" Janice laughed. As she started to boot the computer, she said, "I wish. Too much of the technical data that came with this was missing and/or purposefully deleted. Almost all of the ROM, and there is a lot of it, is still ancient seventies circuitry. It'll take almost twelve hours for the computer to run its self-diagnostic check." "So what've you got to do?" "Sit here." "For twelve hours?" "Yup." Theresa sat on the edge of the console. "I've got something that might help to pass the time." "What? A rousing game of twenty questions?" "Not exactly." Theresa leaned forward and lightly kissed Janice on the lips. At first, Janice was surprised, but quickly warmed to the kiss. "Theresa, I never suspected." "Do you mind?" "Not at all." Janice stood and wrapped her arms around Theresa. "In fact, I find the idea quite pleasurable." She then returned Theresa's kiss with a hundred times the intensity. As they kissed, Theresa pulled Janice into the bedroom. Then, in a frenzied rush, they quickly stripped each other, throwing their clothes about the room. After they were naked and sitting on the bed, they slowed down. Janice reached up and hesitantly stroked Theresa's breast. Theresa moaned and threw back her head. Janice leaned forward and kissed Theresa's tits. She started at the top of the slope of her tit, and kissed her way down to the nipple, taking it in her mouth and sucking and nibbling on it until it was stiff and pointy. Then she repeated the process with the other breast. After both of her nipples seemed stiff as could be, Theresa pulled Janice back and said, "My turn." She then started loving Janice's tits as her own had been, pushing Janice to her back on the bed. Then she kissed her way down Janice's belly till she reached Janice's center of love. She pressed her tongue to the base of her slit and slowly licked her way up to Janice's clit. She stuck out her tongue, stiffening it like a little cock, and started licking at Janice's organ. Janice moaned loudly and said, "Swing yourself around, I want to pleasure you while you pleasure me." "I thought you'd never ask." Theresa swung her body around so that her own cunt was positioned over Janice's mouth. She slowly lowered until Janice could easily reach her, then returned to licking Janice's cunt. She felt Janice apply her tongue to her own cunt, exciting her to faster action in Janice's cunt. That prompted Janice to faster action, which prompted her, which prompted Janice. This soon built them to a fury and both exploded in orgasm at the same time. In the afterglow, both lay together, fondling and rubbing each other. Janice was the first to speak. "I'd never have guessed you were just as bi as I was." "Truth be told, I much prefer stroking and fondling a lady to a man. Oh, I don't mind them, I just prefer women." Janice was confused. "Now wait a second. I've seen you making those big doe eyes at your boss. Even if he doesn't see it, you seem thoroughly entranced with that particular specimen of manhood. Not that I blame you. He's quite a hunk." "Well, you might think me a gold-digger, but I'm really just interested in trying to get him to marry me. Problem is, he's so caught up in his work that he doesn't even seem to notice me sexually." Janice thought about it and smiled. "I think I can help you. Do you trust me?" "Yes." "Then here's what you do..." ************** NEXT MORNING... Jack and Theresa walked into the underground vault. "So, Miss Travis, Miss Scoggins tells me you're ready to do a test." "Yes, I am. The question is, are you ready?" "Of course." "So get in there, already." "Me? Surely you jest." "Didn't I tell you? I was sure I did." "Tell me what?" "We need a baseline reading in order to adjust to others." "So why not Miss Scoggins?" "Sorry. The machine requires a different configuration to work on a woman. The technical data you've got explains how to change it based on the baseline for a man, but not what it is after those changes." "So we can get someone else." "Really? For the baseline to be a proper baseline, it's got to be from someone who isn't drugged, hypnotized and isn't in any exacerbated state of emotion, including fear or confusion. Which means , you've got to tell him exactly where he is, exactly what's going to happen, and must have no fear that something... untoward is going to happen to him, if you get my drift. You know anybody who you can trust enough to put in that state, to explain everything to?" "No. I don't." "So..." Jack paused for a while, then walked into the room and sat down. Janice followed him in. "Where's the cap?" "I replaced that. If you want this to use against your business competitors, you can't very well expect them to sit in something that looks like an electric chair, can you?" Jack gave a brief laugh and said, "No, I suppose not. So where's the reader?" "It's in the back of the chair. That was one thing I could easily miniaturize. Now just lean back and wait." Janice walked out and activated the console. After about fifteen minutes, she said, "Okay, we're done." "That's it? The technical data I saw lead me to believe this process might take hours." "Mr. Hayes, binary processors of today are hugely faster than the old processors, and a trinary processor is even faster than a binary." "So now what?" "Now you go back to work. The older parts in this computer are going to take a few hours to work up the baseline." "How many hours?" "Expect about 6 to 8." "Alright then, I'll be back at the end of the day." Jack and Theresa drove back to their office. When they entered her office, he said to her, "Miss Scoggins, hold all my calls, I don't want to be disturbed for a while." "Yes, sir." Jack entered his office, closed the door and pulled down the shades. Then he went behind his desk and got completely undressed. He opened the top right drawer and pulled out two breastforms and some spirit gum, the stuff actor's used to paste fake moustaches and the like to their faces. He applied a layer to both the breastforms and his chest, then very carefully pressed the breastforms to his chest. Looking in a full length mirror, he smiled. The breastforms were perfectly matched to his own skin in tone and it actually looked as though he had grown two sizable tits. He then got out a frilly, pink bra and carefully put it on, making sure that his "tits" were properly nestled in the cups. He then got out the sheer, full-length slip that was in the drawer and slowly slipped it over his head and let it cascade about his form. His body shivered as the silk caressed his frame, his dick already starting to rise at the soft kiss of the fabric. He then took out a pair of thigh-high stockings, sat down and slowly rolled them up his legs. After he was finished, he got out the final garment, a pair of silk panties, colored pink to match his bra. He reached into the drawer and got a panty shield. He peeled off the strip covering the adhesive and carefully put it onto the panties. He wished he didn't have to use the shield, but he knew full well what would happen if he didn't. As he pulled the panties up his leg, his dick got harder and harder. He was barely able to pull the panties around his throbbing member. Then it happened. As the silk simultaneously touched his balls and the top of his dick, he exploded, soaking the panty shield with his cum. He collapsed back in the chair, his dick still hard as a rock. He reached down and grasped his cock, his body shivering as the silk wrapped around his dick. As he started to pump his member, the door opened and in walked Theresa. Looking at him, she got a very shocked look on her face. Jack got a sheepish look on his face. Quickly recovering, Theresa walked around the desk, sat on his lap, put an arm around his shoulders, replaced the hand on his dick with her free hand, and started stroking him. When he moaned, she plastered his lips with her own. As she pumped his dick, he reached up and massaged her tits. Slowly, they built up together until he shot another wad into the panty shield. Then, before she could say anything, he slipped his hands under her armpits and sat her on the desk in front of him. He then reached under her skirt, pulled her panties off, buried his head in her crotch and started licking her cunt. She looked down at him. She knew he was really all man, but looking down and seeing this tit-laden man licking her cunt (and he was a surprisingly good cunt-licker), was getting her extremely turned on. She thought that when she finally got him into bed (proverbially speaking), she'd have to fake her orgasm. But when she came, it was definitely for real; her hips slamming against his mouth as she shuddered in orgasm. Then, when he pulled back, she noticed, amazingly, that his dick was still hard as a rock. She reached down, pulled his panties from around his dick, then slid down on top of him. They leaned together and kissed. Then she noticed it. He was a GREAT kisser! Something very surprising for a man. As she stroked his back, he started moving her in a slow, gentle pace. Most men seemed to think that women wanted men to slam their stiff members into them, but Jack took his time, making sure that Theresa got as much out of it as he did. No, check that, he seemed to be making sure that she got as much out of it as she wanted, his own pleasure being secondary to her own. Soon their pace accelerated and Theresa did something she had never done before, she came with a man's dick inside her. And her coming was like a dam bursting in Jack, and he was spraying his seed deep inside her. They collapsed together, Jack growing soft inside her. He sighed and said, "Thank you. I never thought I'd find a woman who'd understand." "Understand what?" "My desire for women's clothes. I've been wearing them ever since I was a teen. I've also been sneaking time to come in here and get all dressed up. I've been afraid to get involved with a woman for fear of how she might react. You were my first." Theresa seemed confused, but said, "Wow." Jack sighed. "Well, back to real life. I want you to go down to the project and make sure that Janice gets whatever she needs." Theresa kissed Jack, put on her panties, and left for the project room. She rushed back, with a speed that would've gotten her arrested if a cop had been anywhere around. The first thing she said as she entered the room where Janice was typing on the computer was, "Alright. How'd you do it?" "Do what?" Janice replied as she turned with a smirk on her face that told Theresa that she knew exactly what Theresa was talking about. "You know." "Do I?" Theresa decided that she had to play if she was going to get any answers out of Janice. "When we got back, I waited for a little while, then walked in on Jack. He was dressed in bra, including breastforms, panties, and slip. We have sex, then he tells me he's always had a passion for women's clothes and has been sneaking away to dress up in the clothes he was wearing for years." "Didn't you believe him?" "Considering that I put those clothes in the drawer only four hours ago, at your behest I might add, no, I don't believe him. Now how'd you get him to fake that attitude?" "How do you know he was faking?" "What else could it be?" "Could it be that that was how he remembers it?" Theresa was confused. Then she looked at the machine behind Janice and asked "That machine?" Janice nodded. "But how?" "Something always struck me as strange about the story Jack gave me. Oh, not that I thought he was lying, but there was something odd about his story. And when I looked at the development logs, I knew I was right." "What was it?" "Memory." "Care to explain that?" "According to the story as Jack knew it, the only reason the machine couldn't work, was that there wasn't enough memory. Now I can understand where you might need to map the entire brain in order to change it, but just reading it? Maybe, but doubtful. And even if you did need to know all of it, advances in memory were being made from the 50s on, yet the development logs show the project was utterly abandoned in '74. Why?" "I give. Why?" "The problem was never memory. The problem was the computer structure." When Theresa shook her head in confusion, Janice continued, "It's an intrinsic problem with binary computers. In a binary computer, everything has to be broken down into two things, yes/no, can/can't, is/isn't, etc. Now with a very complex series of these yes/no questions, you can get very complex solutions, but ultimately it still breaks down into yes or no." "So?" "Now you get to the human mind. The problem with reading it is that the human mind recognizes three states, yes, no and maybe, a state which is both yes and no, yet neither at the same time. Now a binary computer tries to read one of these maybes and it jams. It starts filling the available memory with garbage. Then when it's totally filled, it starts over and rewrites everything. And will continue to do that until it's forcibly stopped." Suddenly Theresa understood. "But a trinary processor wouldn't have that limitation!" "Exactly." "But what about Jack? How'd you get him into those girl clothes?" "Don't you get it?" Theresa shook her head. "As long as you're reading the book of the mind, why not rewrite it?" Dawning came across Theresa's face, and she looked at the machine with a combination of awe and fear. "Oh." "Exactly." "So that was a story you implanted? He never wore women's clothes before? He wasn't a virgin?" "Oh, he never wore women's clothes, but he was a virgin." Theresa smiled. "So he was a virgin? I was his first? That's pretty hard to believe. He was really good." When Janice smiled, Theresa asked, "What? What did you do?" "Before you got here, I took a reading of myself. Then, I implanted a knowledge of how I like sex as well as the fact that he now gets more sexual excitement from pleasing his partner than he gets from being pleased by his partner." "Wow." "Speaking of which. Since you're supposed to be getting me anything I want, do you have a strap-on dildo?" "How did you know... Of course, you implanted that idea. Yes, I do have a strap-on. It's out in the car." "Well, go get it." Theresa ran out to the car and got her dildo out of a bag she kept in the trunk (she didn't want anyone accidentally finding it in the glove compartment. When she returned, Janice was sitting on the edge of the console completely naked. Theresa smiled and undressed. She strapped on the dildo and walked over to Janice. Janice took the dildo in her hand and started stroking it. Janice giggled then said, "So are you happy to see me, or is that a pickle in your pocket?" Theresa smiled. "Well it's definitely not a pickle." She then reached up and started to stroke Janice's tits. Soon Janice was moaning and Theresa smiled, leaned down, and kissed Janice's nipples. Soon Janice was tugging on the dildo, pulling Theresa closer to her. Janice guided the dildo to her cunt and Theresa started to press into her. Janice wrapped her legs around Theresa and pulled Theresa quickly and suddenly into her cunt. Theresa kissed Janice deeply as she started moving in and out of her cunt. Quickly they were moving in rhythm, Theresa pumping into Janice and Janice bucking against Theresa. Finally, they reached a crescendo, and came together. Over the next four hours, they talked, ate, and fucked. Then got dressed and waited for Jack. When Theresa heard the door open, Janice leaned over and whispered, "Don't be surprised by anything you hear from him." Jack walked down and asked, "Are you ready for the baseline test?" Janice replied, "Completely. The problems we discovered this morning have been totally solved." Then Jack walked into the room and sat in the chair. Janice touched a button on the console and the machine hummed for a minute. When Jack walked out, he said, "That's it? The technical data I saw lead me to believe this process might take hours." "Mr. Hayes, binary processors of today are hugely faster than the old processors, and a trinary processor is even faster than a binary." "So now what?" "Now you go home. The older parts in this computer are going to take a few hours to work up the baseline." "How many hours?" "Expect about 6 to 8." "Alright then, I'll be back tomorrow morning." He turned to Theresa and said, "Miss Scoggins, I'll expect you at my house later for that... special project. Expect to pull an all-nighter." Theresa wondered what he was talking about, but remembering Janice's warning just said, "Yes, sir," but after he left, she turned to Janice and asked, "What was that about? His speech was exactly like the one you two had earlier today. And what's this about a special project?" "That was a test. I implanted a program in hi mind that would change his old memory, so that he remembers it as him having come in, tried the machine, but it didn't work, so he came back here to try again." "And the special project?" "I tweaked his memory. I took the incident that happened this morning and changed it so that he remembers it as having happened four years ago. About a month after you became his Executive Secretary. Now he thinks that you have been secret lovers for the entire four years." "Why secret?" "So he won't talk with anybody else about you. Remember, his memory may say you've been lovers for four years, but nobody else's does." "So the "special project" is his way of saying he plans for us to have sex tonight?" "That and more. I changed it so that he can't cum without wearing women's lingerie. He can get you to cum, but he can't cum himself. Now he remembers that about a year ago he started wondering what it would be like to get fucked like a lady. He didn't want to fuck a man, but was still curious. About three months ago, he told you about it, and you offered to fuck him with a strap-on. And this morning, he decided to take you up on your offer." As visions of fucking Jack with the dildo danced through her head, Theresa got very hot. "Now that sounds like fun." "I thought you'd enjoy that." "See you tomorrow morning." Theresa ran out to her car and quickly drove to Jack's place. She ran inside and called out his name. From upstairs, she heard Jack call out, "Up here and waiting, lover." Theresa ran up the steps two at a time and ran to Jack's room. She ran into the room and just stopped. Jack was waiting there, on the bed, dressed in bra, panties, breastforms, and slip, lounging in a very seductive, effeminate pose. He reached up and with one hand started rubbing his breast like it was a real tit. "Well?" he asked. "Are you going to stand there staring all day, or are you finally going to make a real woman out of me?" Theresa quickly undressed and got on the bed beside Jack. She then started stroking Jack's body. When she stroked his "tit", Jack moaned as though it were real. Finally, she reached down, slipped her finger under the elastic of his panties and slid them down his legs. She spread his legs, placed a pillow under his ass and knelt between them. As she strapped on the dildo, she noticed that Jack was trembling like a virgin, and that excited her more than anything else. "Do you have any Vaseline?" "In the bathroom." As Theresa started to get up, Jack lifted her legs and blocked her. "Do me dry. Stick it in now." "Are you sure?" "Do me. Now." Theresa leaned forward, placed the dildo against the entrance to his ass and slowly started pressing in. Jack clenched up, and Theresa told him, "Relax, baby, a girl shouldn't get herself too tight or she won't enjoy herself." Jack relaxed and Theresa started pressing in. She waited for Jack to relax and get used to the feeling of penetration. After a few seconds, he started moving on his own, bucking his hips against her. Theresa was excited beyond belief and started moving the dildo in and out of Jack's ass. But the excitement she felt before was nothing compared to when Jack wrapped his legs around her and started pulling her into him. She wanted to hold off, but she couldn't. She came, bucking against him like wild. And when she came, he came too, soaking the inside of his slip with his sperm. Theresa collapsed on top of her. After a few minutes of laying together, she pulled off and out of him. They lay together for a while before Jack said, "I guess we should get some sleep. I want to be up early tomorrow. Hopefully Janice will have corrected those problems and be able to get a baseline on me." Theresa smiled and thought to herself, "I don't think that you'll be getting a baseline reading anytime soon." The next morning, they went in for another baseline reading. And sure enough, a few hours after Jack had forgotten all about it. Over the next few days, Jack added more items to the outfit he wore when he and Theresa had sex. He started with stockings. The next day he was wearing a garter belt, then heels, then a wig, then make-up. Then he started replacing his bra and garter with a full corset, which he laced up as tight as possible. He also started occasionally wearing an A cup wonder bra, but even with the extra help, he didn't really have much cleavage. And about halfway through it, Jack started insisting that Theresa call him "Candy Tits" and referring to him with feminine pronouns and words whenever he was dressed for sex. And Theresa loved it all. She had finally found a man who excited her, and every feminine garment he added excited her all the more. She took this time to get to know every inch of his body, from the veins on his cock, to the little scar on the back of his hand. She had just decided that it didn't matter whether or not they got married, when he proposed to her. She only waited a few seconds before accepting. Being one of the richest men in the world, Jack was able to arrange a very extravagant wedding on very short notice. Two weeks later, they were married. Although neither had any family, every major businessman in the world attended their wedding. And that night, they had wild, passionate sex. The next morning, when Theresa awoke, Jack was nowhere to be seen. She looked around the house, but only found a note: "Theresa, my love, my wife, I have a very special surprise for you. Get dressed and come to the special project room. When you get there, you'll find a small suitcase in the trunk. To prevent you from ruining the surprise, the suitcase is locked, and Janice has the key. After she unlocks it, she'll tell you what you need to do. Hugs and kisses, Your loving husband" Theresa was totally mystified, but did as instructed in the note. When she got down the steps carrying the suitcase, she was further confused when she saw Janice wearing what looked like priest's garb. "What's going on? Where's Jack?" Janice smiled and said, "You'll see. Bring the case over here." Theresa brought the case over and Janice unlocked it. Inside was a tuxedo. "Get dressed." Theresa wondered what was going on, but quickly dressed in the tux. The tux had been specially tailored to fit her. No effort had been made to hide her femininity. In fact, the tuxedo seemed designed to accentuate her curves and make her look even more womanly. "Now what?" Janice pointed to a spot near her and said, "Stand here." After Theresa walked over, Janice pressed a button on the console, and the room filled with sounds of the wedding march. The door to the side bedroom opened and Jack walked out, dressed in a full length wedding gown, complete with veil. In time to the rhythm he walked up to duo of ladies. "What do you think?" he asked his wife. "Stunning," was all she could reply. Janice then started the ceremony. "Dearly beloved, we are here to join these two in a union of love. The young lady," pointing to Jack, "has asked for a short ceremony, so as to facilitate getting to her wedding night nuptials all the more quickly. So we'll get right to the vows. "Do you, Candy Tits, promise to love, honor and obey your wife? To satisfy her every sexual need? To be hers in whatever fashion she may desire?" Jack, a.k.a. Candy Tits, replied, "I do." "Theresa Scoggins-Hayes, do you promise to take Candy Tits as your wife? To love, honor, and cherish her? To satisfy and indulge her submissive, feminine side by buying her pretty clothes, lingerie, and jewels, as well as any other miscellaneous accouterments she may require so as to be more the woman for you? But to otherwise use her as you see fit?" "I do." "Then I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride." Theresa raised the veil and quickly savaged her new wife's mouth. Candy then started pulling her to the bedroom. "There's a dildo inside. I want you to take me in my wedding gown." "Wait a second, didn't you just promise to obey me?" Candy looked into Theresa's eyes and, with big, sad, doe eyes asked, "Don't you want me?" Theresa couldn't stand it. She grabbed Candy's hand and dragged her into the bedroom where the sex they had made the previous night look mild in comparison. That evening, they left on their honeymoon, a trip to Niagara Falls. Jack had chosen Niagara Falls, because he had been to all the other honeymoon sights on business trips and wanted a place which would belong to only them. They checked in and proceeded to spend the next two days in their room, where Candy serviced Theresa many times. They briefly went out on the second day for dinner with Jack wearing one of his A cup bras under the formal suit. When they got back to the room, Theresa quickly pulled the suit jacket and shirt off and kissed her husband deeply. That was when she noticed it. She stepped back and said, "Take off your bra." "Why?" "Just do it." Jack shrugged and took off his bra. Theresa took a good look at his chest. "You've got tits." "Hmm?" Jack looked down at his chest. "Tits. You've got tits. Really small, but they're definitely there." "Yeah. Didn't I tell you about those? Hormonal imbalance. I've had them since puberty. I thought for sure I had mentioned them. I guess you never noticed since we both like the breastforms." Theresa stopped and thought. "Candy, my love, go in the bedroom and get all dolled up for your wife. I've got to make a call, but then I'll be in to fuck you silly." Jack giggled girlishly and ran into the bedroom to transform himself into Candy. Theresa then picked up the phone and dialed the number to the special project lab. The phone picked up and Janice said, "Hi, Theresa. What's up?" "How did you know? Oh, never mind. Have you been pumping Jack with female hormones?" "No. Why?" "Because he's got tits! Small ones, barely A cup, but definitely there." "So soon? That is amazing." "So soon? What did you do?" "Settle down. We can always reverse it if you don't like it." "Would you just tell me what's going on?" "I found the portion of Jack's mind that deals with self-image. At first I thought it was what controlled how a person thought of themselves, but then I discovered it was much more powerful than that. It actually controlled what a person's body becomes. It's the reason why diets don't work. Unless a person changes that subconscious image all the starvation and exercise in the world won't change them." "But what did you do to Jack?" "Made a few modifications. He'll grow some tits. His body will become a little softer, more womanly. His hands will become more delicate and slender. His feet will slim down. And his hair will grow out. Nothing too obvious. He still needs to be Jack part-time, but when he's in the bedroom, it'll make him much more womanly. It's my wedding gift. Do you want me to reverse it when you get back?" Theresa thought about it, then said, "No, I'll let the changes go. And thank you, it's a wonderful gift." "You're welcome." The bedroom door opened and Candy stood there, dressed in wig, make-up, a sexy teddy (breastforms in), and pull over nightie. Then with that look that always made Theresa want to rape her, asked, "Honey, don't you want to come to bed?" Theresa said into the receiver, "Got to go," and hung up the phone before waiting for an answer. She walked over and grabbed Candy. They never even made it to the bed, Theresa throwing Candy to the floor and skewering herself on Candy's dick. ************* FIVE DAYS LATER, THE LAST DAY OF THE HONEYMOON... Theresa and Jack were taking the ferry to get a close look of the waterfall. Candy had suggested that they skip the trip, but it had been a wedding gift from the girls in the secretarial pool and Theresa felt somewhat obligated to use the non-refundable tickets. Jack wore a heavily elasticized sport bra to compress his tits (which Theresa was sure were still growing, even though Jack didn't notice) under his shirt. They were on the deck, and Jack wanted to get a picture of Theresa with some of the crew members and passengers they had made friends with. Jack decided that a backdrop of the ferry boat would be more appropriate than the waterfall, since they had a bunch of the waterfall already. Everybody lined up in front of the ferry cabin and Jack stood back and tried to take a picture of everybody. He said that he couldn't get everybody in, and took a few steps back. He plastered his eye to the camera lens and took a few more steps back. Theresa was warning him to watch out as he stepped back too far and fell over the edge of the front of the boat. Theresa screamed and ran towards the edge of the boat. Two crewmen had to tackle her to keep her from jumping over the edge of the boat after Jack. The crewmen quickly mounted a rescue, but after hours of searching, they were unable to find Jack, alive or dead. They told her that they'd keep looking but Jack had probably smacked his head against the boat and had drowned. Theresa was devastated. She was barely able to compose herself enough to call Janice and tell her what had happened. Janice told her that since she was coming home anyways, that she would be met at the airport. Theresa got on the airplane, crying her eyes out. It was a commercial airline, but Jack had bought out the entire first class. She was waiting for the airplane to take off when a lady got on and sat in one of the first class seats. Theresa figured that the airline had probably just overbooked, but really didn't care much. After the plane took off, Theresa was staring out the window after one of her crying spells, when she heard the lady ask, "May I sit down?" Theresa was about to say no when the woman sat down without permission. The lady put her hand on Theresa's and said, "I couldn't help but hear you crying. Is there anything I can do to help?" Theresa was about to yank her hand away, when she stopped. There was something about her touch... something... familiar. She looked at the lady's hand, trying to figure out what it was, when she saw that familiar, little scar. She looked up into the lady's eyes and said, in a voice that was little more than a whisper, "Jack?" Before Theresa could say anything else, the "lady" put her finger on Theresa's lips and said, "I'm sorry to hear about the death of your husband. Let me introduce myself. My name is Candice Tisha Morgan." Theresa shook her head. "Jack..., Candy, what's going on?" Candy looked around, making sure no one was around, then whispered, "I've always known you prefer women, and I was always grateful that you chose me as a man, but ever since that night where you took my... feminine virginity, I found myself wanting more and more to be a woman for you. Then, when I saw those tickets, I saw my chance. So I had some of my contacts create the false identity of Candice Morgan, and then arranged for the unfortunate accident of Jack Hayes. You, as the tragic widow, will grieve for a while until they read either my will or living will depending on whether or not they declare Jack officially dead. In both wills you are the legal recipient of all my controlling interest in my company. Then you'll take my old place as CEO and president and hire a new Executive Secretary, one Candice Tisha Morgan." Theresa stopped and thought about it. Then she slapped Candy across the chest. "Bum. Why didn't you let me in on the plan?" "Honey, I love you dearly. But let's face facts. You can barely manage a good poker face, and you can't act. I had originally planned only to fly with you, and not reveal myself till we got home, but when I saw how distraught you were, I just couldn't stand it, I had to say something." They looked into each others eyes and kissed. For the rest of the trip, they snuggled, Theresa burying her face in Candy's armpit and making loud sobbing sounds every time a flight attendant came by. At the end of the trip, Theresa had her face in Candy's armpit when Candy slipped a Mickey into her drink. Theresa was unconscious when the plane landed. The flight attendants assumed that she had cried herself to sleep and helped Candy carry her to the limo that Janice had sent. The limo drove the two of them to the special project room, and Candy carried Theresa downstairs where Janice was waiting. Candy placed her in the chair and returned to the control room. Janice asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I agreed to be her sex slave, but I didn't agree to sacrifice my business to her. If this is going to work, she needs my skills and knowledge." Janice started the reading and said, "It'll take about fifteen minutes for the first reading. Let me take a look at you while we wait." As Candy stripped, she said, "I really wish you would've warned me that my tit development was going to start so quickly." "Believe me, I had no idea. When Theresa called me and told me about them after only two days, I was amazed. But I have to admit you thought fast on your feet." "Being in business, you have to learn to think fast on your feet." As Candy removed her bra, she sighed. "Oh, that feels so good, that bra has really started getting to feel tight on me." Janice took a tape measure and started measuring Candy. "No wonder it felt tight. You've already moved up to a B cup. You've also lost an inch off your waist, and your hips have widened by a little less than half an inch. You've also got some definite hair growth. And your face looks more feminine already, but that may be the make-up." The machine beeped. "Okay, reading is done. Now time to input the program. You wanted to input your business skill, your knowledge of your own business as well as your competitors'. I also added your ability to think fast on your feet, as well as your acting talent. Anything else?" "I think that'll do." "What about her body? Want to change that?" Candy almost turned Janice down, but then said, "There is one thing." Janice listened to her suggestion, then added it to the change program. She ran the program, which only took a minute, then Candy carried the still unconscious Theresa to the bedroom to sleep off the drug. When she returned, she said, "You know, I'm surprised you didn't change my memories. Surely you can do that with this machine." "Actually I can't. I can change or implant desires, or implant facts and details, but the person will know the facts aren't his or hers." "Why not?" "Do you realize how cross-referenced everything is in your mind? When you think of an apple, you may only get a conscious picture of a single apple, but your subconscious has cross-referenced that apple with every other apple, you've seen, tasted, felt or in any other way experienced. Any memory I implant wouldn't have that cross-referencing and would immediately be identified as fake." "Then how does a hypnotist manage it?" "There's a portion of the mind that automatically cross-references things as you experience them. When a hypnotist implants a false memory, he engages that portion of the mind, but even with that, unless the hypnosis is backed by drugs or pain, it won't last." "Then how is the machine superior to hypnosis? You told me earlier that it can't make a person do anything he doesn't really want to." "Not exactly what I said. Hypnosis can't make a person do anything he wouldn't be willing to do at least on some level. The machine can't make anyone do anything he has a strong moral objection to, or which his, what I call "core personality" would make him do or not do." Candy sat on the edge of the console. "What's the difference?" "Let's say you've got two people, each of which refuses to kill. The first refuses because he believes that killing is just wrong. That there's no excuse that would make killing valid. The second refuses to kill because he's so afraid of what the law would do to him if he were caught, that he's unwilling to try. Hypnosis couldn't make either man into a killer. My machine could change the second." "Oh." Candy looked at the bedroom door then said, "Theresa's going to be sleeping off that drug for another couple hours. What say you and I have a little sexual fun while we're waiting?" "Candy, you are a married woman. And that is my friend you're talking about." "What? You're willing to share your body with my wife, but not with me?" Janice looked shocked. "How did you know?!" "Hidden cameras in the wall. You knew how important this project was to me. Surely you didn't think I would leave you alone in here without some way of checking up on you?" "Still, I don't think it'd be proper." "I've got two arguments that I think will make you want me. First, I know you're attracted to both men and women. And I am both man and woman." Janice admitted to herself that this he-she in front of her was a real turn on. "And second," Candy leaned forward and brushed her lips against Janice's, applying just the right amount of pressure, and in just the right way, to send electric shivers up and down Janice's spine, "you programmed me with the knowledge to please a woman, but that knowledge was based on your body. So that means I know exactly what it will take to send you to sexual heaven." "I still don't know." "Look. If you're that concerned, just check Theresa's mind pattern. It's still stored in the machine. If you can find anything, any objection that Theresa might have, I'll stop pressing." Janice quickly checked the machine and was stunned by what she found. "She'd gladly share you with me. In fact, she loves me. It's even part of her core personality. She really loves me." Candy started stroking Janice's cheek. "Now check my pattern. See how I feel about you." Janice ran it through, then looked into Candy's eyes. "You love me, too." Suddenly Janice broke into tears and pressed her face into her hands. Candy slid off the console, took Janice's head and pressed it to her bosom. "There, there. Tell Candy what's wrong." Janice looked at Candy and said, "No one's ever really loved me before. They were either jealous that I enjoyed sexual satisfaction from the other sex, or of my intellect. No one's ever just accepted me for who I am." Candy started kissing Janice's tears away. "Well now you've found two who will." Candy kept kissing Janice and soon Janice was returning the kisses in full. Candy took Janice's smock off without letting her lips leave Janice's. Janice stepped back and slowly removed her blouse. Candy stepped forward and started rubbing Janice's tits through her bra. "I can't wait until mine are as large as yours." "They're almost there. And if yours develop as far as the changes we made in your self-image, they'll be much larger than mine." Candy leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly across Janice's in a sensual almost-kiss that Janice always loved. Candy reached behind Janice and removed her bra while pressing their tits together. Janice reached down and undid her pants, letting them fall to the floor as Candy kissed that sensitive spot behind her ear. As Candy kissed her way down Janice's body, Janice realized that Candy had been right. Candy knew exactly how to kiss her, how to touch her. Candy knew all her pleasure points, and knew exactly how much pressure to apply to elicit the maximum effect. The effect was so intense that when Candy started to pull her panties down while lightly drawing her fingertips down the inside of her thigh, Janice had her first orgasm of the session. And it wasn't her only one. She came many times during the session, even before Candy laid her on the floor and entered her body. And, amazingly, she came more times after than before. ************ SIX HOURS LATER... Theresa woke up shaking off the obvious after-effects of a drug. She was still dressed in the same outfit she had been wearing on the airplane, and wasn't restrained in any, so no one was planning on using her for enforced sex or anything of the sort. She rubbed her hands down her body, making a quick check of everything, and stopped at her crotch. Her dick was missing! Which stopped her short. Her dick? She didn't remember having a dick. She remembered using a dildo a bunch of times, but never having a dick. But feeling herself through her skirt it just seemed so weird not to feel a big dick there. Then she realized what must have happened. Either Candy or Janice must have arranged for her to get a treatment in the chair, and changed that self-image that Janice had told her about. But why change her without changing her memory? She got up and walked out of the room, angry but mystified. When she got into the room, she saw both girls waiting for her. Janice was fully dressed, and Candy was in her skirt and wig, but otherwise naked, and from the smell and looks Candy and Janice were giving each other she knew what had happened. But that was no big deal, she and Jack had discussed it, (or was Jack Candy when they talked, she didn't remember) and they had decided to bring Janice into the marriage, if only through an unofficial ceremony like the one she and Candy had had. And despite what had been done to her, she still cared for both of them. "Alright what'd you do to me?" she asked, the anger evident in her voice. Candy said, "Honey, I'm sorry. But in order for you to be able to function, really function as the head of our company, there are a lot of little facts you're going to need, so many there's no way I could remember them all before they were needed." "Like what?" "I, and now you, can get Lou Spader to do practically anything you need. Why is that?" "Because James Spader is gay. In and of itself not a bad thing, but approximately five years ago you got a hold of proof that when he was twenty, James had seduced a twelve year old boy. And since the statute of limitations on statutory rape in the state where it occurred never runs out and carries a rather lengthy sentence, he'll do anything legal to prevent the revelation of the data." Theresa stopped. Where the hell had that come from? Jack had never told her anything about that. She realized that if she thought about it, she could get a list of facts about any of Jack's business rivals. Some of it she remembered, but most just popping into her head from nowhere. "But why the drugs?" "Would you really have been willing if I'd've broached the subject?" "Probably not. That machine kind of scares me. But why didn't you just make those facts part of my memory and erase my memory of your tampering?" Quickly Janice explained about the current inability of the machine to change or tamper with memory. "Okay, now I'm really confused. If none of your memories had changed, what was this entire thing about? Did you want to be a girl? Were you a closet transsexual?" "No. Nothing like that." "Then why?" "Because I hate the spotlight. I realized shortly after I became a millionaire that I hated being in the spotlight, but by that time, my company was too large. I couldn't just stop. It wouldn't have been fair to all my employees." "So when Janice suggested you become a woman in private, you jumped on the idea?" Janice said, "Actually, that was his idea. I was going to give him the desire to dress in women's lingerie, and let you show what a compassionate caring woman you were by not judging him, convincing him to fall in love with you. Imagine my surprise when he called me up after you two had sex that first time and told me of his plan." "You see, like you, if I'd've been told about this before hand, I'd never of agreed to get into the chair. But after we had our first sex session, after I had that overwhelming desire to get dressed in clothes I didn't put in that drawer, but somehow knew were there, I quickly figured out what happened. That's when it hit me. A way to get out of the spotlight without getting out entirely or risking the business going under." "But why the whole woman thing?" "Can you think of a better hiding place? Right in plain sight as a woman? Especially with everyone thinking that Jack Hayes was dead? And since I figured that Janice could implant in me the behaviors necessary to act as the perfect woman, no one would ever know. And when Janice told me the morning before our second wedding that she could change my self-image and remake me into a more realistic woman I jumped at it." Candy dropped her eyes shyly. "Particularly since I knew you preferred women to men. You see, I do love you." Candy looked up with THAT look, the rape-me-now look she had mastered. "I've loved you since I first hired you as my Executive Secretary." "But why not just tell me? Why the deception?" Candy looked down shame-faced. "I was scared. If I told you I wanted to drop out of the spotlight, I'd have to explain why. Then you might not be willing to take my place." At this point Candy looked so vulnerable and so sexy Theresa felt herself getting that familiar desire, but this time it was different. Before, when Candy inspired her to sex, Theresa would see herself either strapping on a dildo or skewering herself on Candy's dick, depending on whether or not a dildo was easily available. Now she was envisioning herself throwing Candy to the floor and skewering Candy with her own dick. "Okay, why the change to my self-image? Why give me a dick?" "It was my idea. I know you liked using a dildo. I wanted you to know what it was like to have a natural dildo, to be able to fuck me with your own cock. If you want, we can change you back." Theresa thought about it. "No, I think I'll keep it." Candy clapped her hands and squealed girlishly. "I was hoping you'd say that." "But it's kind of weird not seeing that dick every time I look down." "I know what you mean. Every time I look at my chest I expect to see a couple of huge tits hanging from my chest." "You're not planning on getting rid of your dick, are you?" "No, just giving you a dick even larger than mine." "How real will it be?" Janice answered her. "It should function in all ways like a real dick except for semen production. Since you have no testicles, your dick can't get anyone pregnant." Theresa walked over and started rubbing Candy's tits. "Well until I grow that dick, I guess we'll have to make do with the old fashioned ways." Janice got up and started to leave. "I guess I'll go now." Both Candy and Theresa grabbed her by her arms, saying, "Not yet." They then pulled her back into their arms and simultaneously kissed her on the cheeks. Janice gave no resistance as the two stripped her. Then she helped Candy get Theresa out of her clothes. Candy left her skirt on, but since she had no underwear on underneath, it really didn't matter. Janice started the fun by kneeling before Theresa and licking her cunt. As Janice licked, Candy got on her knees behind Janice and pushed her dick up against Janice's cunt. Janice stopped just long enough to say, "Do the other hole this time." Candy smiled, dipped her dick into Janice's cunt in order to lubricate her dick, then put it at Janice's ass and slowly pressed it in. After she was all the way in, she started moving back and forth, with Janice quickly matching the pace with her tongue. Theresa started feeling a little guilty at receiving without giving, and reached down and started rubbing Janice's tits. So it was no surprise when Janice came first, bucking wildly between the other two. Then Janice shoved herself backwards, causing Candy to fall on her back, but Janice still managed to keep Candy's dick inside her. Janice guided Theresa around to Candy's mouth, spinning herself on top of Candy. Theresa guided herself down on to Candy's mouth while taking Candy's tits in her hands and rubbing them. Candy reached out, took Janice's hips and moved her up and down while licking Theresa's cunt. Then Janice reached out and took Theresa's tits in her hands. They moved together, licking, stroking, and fucking until they came together in one extended orgasm. ************** EPILOGUE... Later that same day, they all went out and got Janice a wedding dress and married her into the family that evening. One week later, Jack's living will was read, giving Theresa full executive control over the company. During that week, Candy's transformation proceeded as quickly as it had started. By the end of the week, her tits had grown to a D-cup, and only two days later reached their full growth of DD. Her waist continued to shrink, and her hips continued to widen until her final measurements were 38-24-36. Her behavior continued to become more and more effeminate, even surpassing Janice, her womanly model, for her degree of girlish behavior. Theresa and Janice were mystified until Janice figured it out. Part of Jack/Candy's core personality was a desire to become the best he/she could at whatever he/she decided to be. The best businessman, the best man (Jack had been tall, strong and athletic) and finally, the best woman. In fact, the only thing unusual about Candy was that she had picked up a taste for all those things that most women disliked about being "beautiful". She liked tight pants, tight skirts, push-up bras with underwires (making her DD tits look positively huge), and high heels. In fact, she never wore anything less than 3" heels, preferring to wear flats instead of low heels. Her reasoning? "If you're going to wear heels, you should wear HEELS." And strangest of all, Candy loved wearing a corset, the tighter the better, usually shrinking her waist down to 18-20 inches, giving her a decidedly Barbie-dollish look. And once Theresa hired Miss Candice Tisha Morgan as her new Executive Secretary, she had no problem being suggestive and beautiful on the job, distracting most of Theresa's competitors with her provocative behavior. As it turns out, Candy's fears that Theresa would hate the spotlight as much as she were completely unfounded. Theresa loved the spotlight, seeming to thrive on the attention. With Candy backing her up (Candy's instinct for the deal was something that Janice couldn't transfer) Theresa became a better CEO than Jack had ever been. Theresa's transformation, however, proceeded much more slowly. For the first three weeks her dick grew at a rate of only an inch a week. Candy was afraid that at this rate it would take almost another month before she would feel Theresa's dick inside her. But after three weeks things sped up. Janice realized that it was Theresa's desire that changed. Until Theresa's dick was three inches in length, Theresa could wear a dildo comfortably. But once she passed three inches, she found that the dildo rubbed uncomfortably in all the wrong places. One week later, she had a six inch dick, now long enough to penetrate into Candy's naturally padded rear. A week after that she reached her full growth at ten inches. Shortly after Theresa became CEO, she created a new position of VP in charge of computer development and put Janice in as the first to hold the new position. They pushed through the patents and s