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This story is the beginning of a series. I've decided that there will be 4 parts and Part 2 will come out soon. It took me a long time to finish this story, so I hope you enjoy it. Note: Heavy sex appears in this story from time to time. This is the first story that I've done that contains heavy sex, so for those of you who can't read this type of stuff, please leave. And another note...if I seemed brief with the ending that's because this story took way too long for me to finish and I wanted to hurry it up. Enjoy! Retribution 1: The Beginning by Po 2002... Three men sit in suits, in an office of a facility on an island deep in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. All three of them are holding glasses. Wels is about 51 years old. Thomas is 30, and Billy the youngest is 25. They make a toast. "Here's to our upcoming success!" Wels said. They all softly hit their glasses together in the air. "It was 6 years ago when I thought of this amazing idea. Let's just hope that it succeeds." "It will, sir." Thomas replied. "It will. Everybody takes a small sip of their wine. "We need somebody to start out our staff...I don't know what position yet. I have to think of a plan." "Who would that be?" asked Billy "Some poor sap from the streets who won't expect anything. We'll make pretend that we're working for a business...wrestling, an interview for a job, whatever. As long as it's something attractive." "That sounds good." Billy agreed. "Very good." He took another sip. "...Wels..." Thomas asked. "When will this program begin?" "Next year, Thomas." Wels replied "Good," said Thomas. "Oh...and...Billy..." "Yes?" Billy asked. Then completely unexpectedly, Thomas took the wine bottle and smashed it over Billy's head. He was bleeding immediately and completely unconscious. "He he he he..." Thomas laughed. "THOMAS!" Wels got up and shoved Thomas. "What are you doing?" "Sorry, sir. I couldn't help myself." "No! Not that." Wels said. "Why didn't you do that sooner?" Thomas shrugged his shoulders. "Huh, Thomas?" "Sorry, sir. I guess I...hesitated. I don't really think Billy deserved this." "Well, it doesn't matter. You'll have to get used to doing a whole lot more horrid things than this if you want to be a TRILLIONNAIRE. You'll be expected to do hideous and deplorable things...but that's just the way it is." Wels brought his two fingers to his mouth and then whistled. Four men dressed in operating fatigues pushed a stretcher into the room. "Operate, men!" Thomas couldn't say anything. The four men picked Billy up, placed him on the stretcher, and wheeled him off as Thomas looked away. "He's the first one! Ha ha!" Wels laughed. CHAPTER 1 One year later... It was all set. Fred Harrison was on his way to becoming a Wrestler. He did the interview, he showed his skills, and he was definitely qualified for the job with his 21 year-old, 6'5" frame, green eyes, and black hair. He was very virile and muscular. He was always the bully and womanizing type in high school and college. He was a man who could intimidate anyone. He especially couldn't wait to meet those hot Wrestling Divas. He was made for the job. Being a wrestler was his ultimate dream. He always imitating wrestling moves and wrestlers, no he had no need to pretend, for he would be a wrestler, himself and soon. One day, two muscular men, taller and stronger than ever he was, came to deliver his contract. "This is your big chance. Once the contract is signed, there's no turning back. Preparations for your upcoming career will begin immediately after you sign." One of the men said. Fred did not hesitate to sign the contract without reading the small print. "Congratulations, Fred. You are now a EWW Superstar.." With that said, one of the men just pushed a cloth wet with chloroform over Fred's mouth and nose. Fred struggled and held his breath as long as he could, but eventually he had to take breath. Soon he was out cold. Fred woke up on a gurney as he was being wheeled into an operating room. "What happened?" Fred said still groggy and dazed. Thomas Verdo, the middle-aged assistant of the owner, was at his side, running with the gurney. "You're on your way to becoming an EWW Superstar, Freddie," said Thomas. "You just had a slight accident." "What's going on? What..." "You can't go into the EWW looking like that. You'll need surgery." "For...what?" "Oh you'll soon find out." Fred passed out again and he was wheeled off toward the operating room. Some three months later, Fred found himself in a cell on the 2nd floor of a large building inside a locked cage. There were other cells down the long hallway that were filled with other men, some looked feminine as if they had been on female hormones or had surgery. Some Fred could've sworn had breasts, but he never really had a good look at them. He only saw 2 or 3 complete women. He had no idea where he was. Due to the lack of protein, his muscles had atrophied and he lost several pounds. Now he was skinny and bony, his clothes didn't fit him anymore. He wasn't sure whether he was shrinking or he was losing weight, but everything seemed somewhat bigger to him. He also noticed the scars that indicated that the bottom ribs on each of his sides had been removed. His waist seemed smaller than before. And his feet were definitely smaller and delicate and they also hurt him...more like his tendons. It was bearable but it still hurt. Every day two men would come and give Fred an injection of something. Of what, he didn't know, but he felt high fevers, and headaches afterwards. If Fred made a riot and made a noise he would get another shot as a punishment. This told him that whatever he was getting wasn't good. Fred was always feeling hungry because he hadn't eaten any solid food in 3 months...He was starting to look like a stick. Toilet facilities were basic and if he had to urinate or defecate, he had to squat down and do it in a bucket. If he released waste, he couldn't even clean his bottom or the floor due to a lack of toilet paper. His cell and his body stank. He'd been stuck in a cell for 3 long months without eating properly without using any hygiene, and only the sounds of footsteps, other prisoners talking, and cell door slamming to entertain him. CHAPTER2 After an hour, or so of wondering about what had happened to him, Fred watched two muscular men bring a beautiful naked, but flat chested blonde girl into the cage on opposite him. She looked extremely frightened and she didn't attempt to fight back in any way. She looked weak and submissive. When the two bullies locked the cage and left, Fred took some time to admire her: her deep blue eyes, her puffy pink lips, her rounded silhouette, and her long smooth hairless legs were noticed. The only bad thing is that she had no breasts, but that was fine with Fred. She was sort of timid and her hands were blocking her crotch for some reason. This was the first time Fred had become aroused in quite a while. Soon, Fred gained his wits to ask the pretty blonde some questions like where he was, if she knew. "Um...are you ok?" Fred asked tentatively. She didn't reply but stared at the wall ahead of her. "Hello?" "Yes...I am." She said suddenly with a pretty soft and feminine voice. "What's your name?" "It's Nikki." "That's a pretty name." No reply from her as she seemed agitated. "Where are we?" "I...I can't tell you. If I do...they'll punish me. They'll make me look even worse," she said believing every word. 'How can she look 'even worse' than how she looks? She looks pretty fine to me.' Fred thought. So he spoke again, "Look nobody will find out." "Yes...yes they will. They see everything. They hear everything." "Who?" "Them," she pointed towards the sounds of cells banging closed. "Who is them?" "Those bullies that dragged me here." "What did they do to you?" "They...they did some...surgery on me, and gave me some injections." "I've been getting injections every day. What is it they give us?" asked Fred curiously. "I can't say..." "Sure you can." Fred said in a soothing cajoling voice. "Just tell me. Nobody will find out." "They...gave me shots...of oestrogen," she stuttered. "OESTROGEN?" Fred yelled at her before realizing that wasn't a good idea. He covered his mouth in shock hoping that nobody had heard it. But he only succeeded in frightening the girl even more. It was like she was badly traumatized and the sound of a pin dropping could get her scared. Fred thought back to his own black unkempt hair, and how it was growing. It was down to his shoulders while his body seemed smaller and his skin was getting smoother. With no mirrors he could only wonder how his face looked. "Why are they giving us oestrogen?" Fred insisted again. "I don't know. All I wanted to do was to join the EWW." "You, too?" Fred said. "That's why I'm here, too! But I don't see how this is supposed to prepare us." "Don't you get it?" the woman replied. "Get what?" "Why do you think they would they give me oestrogen?" Fred thought for a few seconds but then it hit him. "Are you saying...you're...not a girl?" "No..." The girl started crying. "See!" She removed her hands from her crotch. Fred saw a small soft penis. He actually saw a penis attached to the body of a GIRL. Or was it a girl? Fred's eyes popped open. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" Fred yelled out loud, "Is this a freak show?" 'How the hell can this beautiful girl be a man?' Fred wondered. "What do you think it is?" she sobbed. "Look what they've done to me, I'm not...a girl. I'm... I was a man. I'm 19. My name is really Nick and I'm not supposed to be here." The girl buried her hands in her face crying. Meanwhile Fred felt sick to his stomach. He felt like regurgitating. How could they be turning men into women? Why would they? "Good God..." Fred said, disgusted. "But...I'm not complete." "What?" "I still need to develop breasts." Nick said rubbing his chest who let out another sob before continuing. "They said...I'd be...at least a double D." Fred felt like throwing up because he couldn't believe what was being done to him...and to this man. It was hard to call a beautiful but tit less girl like her a man. He couldn't believe what he got himself into. "So..." Fred said wiping his mouth. "They're going to turn us into women?" "Yes." "But why?" "I don't know. All I wanted was to follow my dream and become a wrestler." "How did they do all that to you? You look so...natural." "...They..." Before the man could continue, the same two guys that brought her to the cell, came in and dragged her out. She screamed and kicked her legs to try and break the hold, but the men were too strong. Fred tried to see her go down the hall, but the bars of his cell would only allow him to see so much. When Fred couldn't see her anymore, he just gave up and sat back down on the floor. All he could hear was the high pitched and girlie screams fade away as they moved more down the hall. Soon, Fred heard a door open and slam loudly. The slam echoed through the whole area. CHAPTER 3 A few days after that incident and they altered Fred's diet so that it consisted of high fat foods and other junk food. Each meal was enough to feed for him the week. Fred remembered how hungry he had been. After not eating much solid food over the last 3 months, Fred hungrily devoured all the food that was presented in front of him. It had bacon, eggs, chicken, gravy, pancakes, chips, soup, and orange juice. Fred felt really full afterwards. He couldn't eat anymore. A few more days passed and Fred released a lot of waste due to his large meal. Soon some men came in to clean out Fred's cage of the crap and urine that accumulated inside. They then redirected Fred from to another cell. It was a cell the size of a regular bedroom but inside it was still a cell. But it had a toilet, abed, a sink, and a tub with soap and shampoo. There were no mirrors. There was also a door on the bars with a little window that could be opened and closed so people could check on him. "I feel like I'm in Oz." Fred thought to himself. They gave Fred a pair of new jeans, white satin panties, 3" black heels, and a T-shirt. But when he looked at the size it said 5. "These are women's jeans." Fred knew. When he put the panties on, it didn't fit well. It was loose and tight in the wrong areas. When he put the jeans on, they were very tight, but somewhat loose. The T-shirt was also tight. "At least I have some clean clothes." Fred didn't like the heels but he was thankful that they took away the pain in his feet. He even walked in them like he had done so all his life. With the huge door blocking the bars, Fred couldn't hear much of anything anymore, so he was bored. He took a bath to pass time. He even had a bar of soap and a rag. Afterwards, Fred was happy that he was clean again. He just went to sleep. Meanwhile... Thomas and another man were watching Fred on a screen. There was hidden camera somewhere in the room. "Hm...he looks normal now." Thomas said. "He has no idea how feminine he looks." "What shall we do with him?" "Wels wants to see him complete by the end of this year. That, we must do. His ass, hips, and thighs seem to be filling up more since we put his fat tissues in all of them. Mostly in his ass. We'll give him more high fat food. Every 2 days. And double his shots to 2 times a day. The second operation will be in 2 weeks. A week from now, we'll rearrange his face. Make his lips full and pouty, make his nose small, pin his ears back, and tighten his vocal cords." "What about his mentality?" "Hypnosis will begin in 3 weeks. We'll put a recording tape in his pillow while he sleeps. He will be submissive to all of our commands." "Nice..." CHAPTER 4 A week later Fred was in his bed finishing a bowl of soup. Fred started to get worried about getting fat since being fat was taboo for him as a wrestler, but what could he say? He was hungry. After 3 months of starvation, you can get pretty hungry. Besides...he was already getting fat, but he didn't mind. What he DID mind was the way it was showing around his body. Instead of in his stomach, his ass, hips and thighs started getting fatter. His panties and jeans fit a little better now. "Great...I'll have a girl's ass by the time I get out of here." Fred wondered. Meanwhile, the increased dosage of oestrogen continued to make Fred look feminine. It was showing around his body. He was soft and rounded instead of hard and defined. If his old wrestling buddies were to see him now, they would've called him "gay". Since his hips were widening and reshaping, Fred had a little swivel in his walk. Even his hair changed, as it grew past his shoulders. He never had any body hair, so his skin was smooth. They gave Fred a hairbrush and lotions. He was told to use this or else. Now his black hair looked healthy and shiny. He even shrunk more. He was sure he was under 6 feet now. Soon, 2 men came with a gurney and opened the door and the cage. One stood in the way of the door while the other man came up to Fred. "Get on the gurney." He simply said. "..." The man got upset and slapped Fred straight across the face for not following orders. Fred fell on the floor. He felt like crying and hitting him back at the same time, but he no longer had the physical or mental strength to do that. "I said, GET ON THE GURNEY!" Fred complied this time. They took some belts that were attached to the gurney, and buckled all of Fred's 4 limbs and his head, to the gurney. They also gagged his mouth. All Fred could do was stare at the ceiling as it passed him by. He was wheeled up a long rampway and soon he wasn't in the cellar any more, but some sort of hallway. He figured he was on the 3rd floor. He could hear people in it. From the patterns he saw in the ceiling, he could tell it was some sort of clinic or hospital. He heard some crying, and some screaming, and more punches and slaps. "Just where the hell am I?" Fred wondered. Soon he found himself in some sort of operating room. He then saw Thomas look down on him. "Good morning, Frederick." He said. "Today we will give you a Lethal Injection. Not the kind you think we will, though. This kind of Lethal Injection we call is, Hormonal Injection. It seems your male hormones are fighting your female ones. So...with this special shot, it will terminate any male hormones left in your body and it will also add some more female ones. Fred squirmed a mumbled, "no," underneath his gag. He tried to break free. "Don't worry. Once the injection is done, you will instantly fall unconscious and then we can do yet, another surgery." With that said, Fred anaesthetized so he could not feel anything, nor could he move. Fred felt large needles invade his arms, his legs, and even his nipples, all the way to his breastbone. The men flipped the switch and Fred felt oestrogen enter his whole body and he felt all his androgen fade away. He felt a tingling in his breasts as the oestrogen went to its core. As more oestrogen invaded his body, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, until soon, he couldn't keep them open anymore, and he fell unconscious. Fred woke up back in his cell. His throat hurt a little and his chest felt painful. The amount of time that had passed since his latest operation, he did not know. He lost all sense of time since he ended up here. He didn't even know what month it was. He fearfully felt his body to see if anything changed. Fortunately for him, nothing did, except his face. His lips felt full, fleshly, and pouty, his nose felt smaller, his cheeks felt higher and puffy, his ears felt smaller and were pierced. His eyebrows were thinned and arched and his eyelashes were longer. He figured they gave him plastic surgery or something similar to that. "Great, I almost have the body of a girl...now I have the face of one." Fred thought. He saw two large dots poking out of his T-Shirt. He rubbed them; only to find out they were sensitive. He then realized; his nipples were growing. Now they were the size of half dollar coins. "I'm growing tits!" Fred said aloud. He grabbed his throat, in shock of how his voice sounded. It sounded high, soft, melodious and somewhat seductive. Fred cried in his cell. His masculinity was fading away everyday. All the time he held the only proof he had that he was ever a male...his penis. CHAPTER 5 2 weeks later... Fred's ass and hips had fully grown out...or so he thought. He hoped they wouldn't any more. His panties and his jeans fit perfectly now. His ass was already huge to him. It felt 4 times bigger than it used to be. And his hips looked like a shelf. It was so wide, compared to his now minuscule waist. His hard and muscled waist was now replaced with the slim and flat stomach of a woman. And his leg muscles were all gone, replaced with just flesh. He now had a sexy, hourglass, curvy, and voluptuous body. But he hated how his hips now fully swung left and right and brushed his arms whenever he walked. He couldn't stop doing that. And the heels only made them swing more, whilst they made his tremendous ass stick out behind him. He had to hold his now slender and weak arms up so they wouldn't brush his swinging hips. "I knew I never should've ate that food." Fred thought. "Not that I had much of a choice...I would've died." He even shrank more now. If he were to see his wrestling buddies now, they would tower over him. He was now small and petite like any other female. His hair grew down to mid back. It was now becoming a nuisance to him. He constantly had to girlishly brush it out of his face and snap his head back. He was ordered to keep it looking healthy and beautiful, or he would pay the consequences. He didn't want to look more girlie than he already did, so he took care of it...which was something he wasn't used to doing. But even he had to admit, his hair did look good. His breasts also grew out more. What were just swelling nipples were now female breasts. They weren't large, but were average sized. He didn't know why, but somehow he liked playing with them. Not because he liked them, but because this was the first time he felt pleasure out of ANYTHING in awhile. Since thinking about women didn't work for him anymore, he decided to go to the next best thing. His lack of male hormones removed his male sex drive. He was scared that he might start liking men soon. Soon, two men came in Fred's cage. "Come with us, Frederick." The men said. Fred complied easily than he would've thought we would. Was he already starting to accept his fate? The men grabbed Fred's arms to make sure he wouldn't do anything. They walked Fred down the hallway of the cellar. He finally got to get a good look at the other prisoners. Some looked like total babes, except with penises, some had long hair, and other female characteristics. They would be all considered hermaphrodites. They all stared at Fred. Not only in amazement but in shock. They never thought it would work but it did. What just came in 4 months ago as a tall handsome virile man was now a small, petite, and beautiful woman. Except for that thing between his legs. Fred now found himself in the hallway he was wheeled down when he had his last operation. It was the 3rd floor, he found out. He saw other half men, half woman people get wheeled to many other operating rooms. He also saw some other rooms along the way. They looked like hospital rooms but inside it was furnished like a regular house except for the lack of a bedroom. It was just a living room, a closet and a bathroom. It had a TV, a bed, windows, dresser, closet with their own wardrobe, and a bathroom. Fred figured he was getting a room like that, also. The men let Fred go in the middle of the hallway. "Stay here and don't move. We need to go to Thomas's office and have him decide what room you should get." The 2 men walked off. Fred roamed around the halls for a while and took a peek in some rooms. He then heard banging and moaning from somewhere. He tried to locate the source of the sound. He then found out it was in one of the rooms. He then found the room. "Room 86." Fred whispered to himself. He opened the door a crack to see what was going on inside. What he saw horrified him. He saw that very same man who he met in the cell weeks ago. It was Nikki! She was being fucked by some guy. She didn't want to in the first place but her body betrayed her and responded with some thrusts of her own to meet his thrusts and locking her legs around his back. She couldn't stop herself from making ecstatic moans and cries. Her eyes were closed in pleasure. Fred couldn't understand why Nikki loved being fucked so much if he was a guy. Nikki looked pretty much the same to Fred except she was wearing very slutty makeup he'd only seen in the top male magazines, but then he noticed a difference...a HUGE difference. Something wasn't right here. Nikki had a vagina now! Also... Nikki had TITS. Large tits! ENORMOUS tits! They had to be even bigger than a DD. They were just absolutely huge. Fred gasped quietly and his eyes popped open. He was shocked. But he could also feel his manhood pop up and hard from the sight of the gorgeous, big-breasted woman. He felt his small B-Cup breasts protectively hoping that he wouldn't be made into a walking tit like Nikki was. NOW she looked gorgeous. She was turned completely into a big-breasted blonde. Fred watched, horrified for awhile, and amazed and how gorgeous Nikki looked. Finally Nikki opened her eyes and looked at Fred. Fred got scared for a minute but then, Nikki smiled, faintly. Fred could tell he recognized her. Fred was surprised she did after all the changes, injections, and operations Fred had. Nikki was glad that her old friend at least made it this far. But then Nikki's eyes widened in shock. Fred's nose nearly got cut off as one of the men came behind Fred and slammed the door back. "I guess you found that interesting, didn't you? Do you want to end up in her place?" A voice behind Fred said. Fred turned around to look UP at the man. "Didn't I tell you to stay over there?" "How could you do that to her!" Fred said. He tried to sound intimidating but only sounded weak. "That is the punishment she gets for telling company secrets to other inmates, like you. She has been classified as a failed project. Soon she will be free out in the open again with her own ID and license. I'm not sure what job she would get since she looks like a whore. I'm sure she can make a living as a stripper." "...Will...that happen to me, too?" "No...You will be punished slightly for making her tell you in the first place, though. Now GET MOVING!" The men grabbed Fred's long hair and dragged him to his new room. The man pushed Fred in. "You are expected to clean your own clothes. Each day you must wear something different. This room will be locked all the time. When it's lunchtime you go to lunch ONLY. If we find you anywhere else you will be punished. If you are punished too many times, you will be classified, as 'Failed' and you will meet the same fate as Nikki. Every time you get punished, you will be modified to look even more beautiful then you are. You may watch the TV if you want." "Why is this being done to me?" "You are being promoted to the upper level for your nice behavior. All those other idiots stay down there for being disruptive and disobedient. Consider yourself lucky." "No! I mean why am I being changed into a woman!" "I am not authorized to share such information..." With that said, the men closed the door and locked it. Fred searched all over the room for a mirror, but unfortunately, there was none. Fred looked out the window...he then discovered he was on an island with nothing but ocean around him. There were tropical trees, bushes, and even an airplane runway. He figured he got here by airplane. This was the first time Fred had even seen outside since he arrived 4 months ago. He enjoyed the sunlight, for he hadn't felt any in awhile. He decided to take a shower and change clothes. He took off his jeans. He was surprised at how tight his panties now hung on to his plump and rounded ass when just a month ago, it was loose. It was a sexy sight to him. He would've found it more exciting if it wasn't on him. He took off the rest of his clothes and took a shower. Taking a shower as a woman was different for Fred. He found it more pleasurable. His skin felt so smooth and soft. His breasts felt so tender, his nipples felt so hard. Not only did the lotions and creams help his skin become so soft, but the oestrogen replaced his skin with the skin texture of a female. He had an orgasm right there in the shower. Soon, he left, and he wrapped a towel around his small breasts, as he had seen his sister do many times before. He spent an hour blow drying his hair, and brushing it until it shimmered with healthiness. Fred then took his towel off and looked in his closet. There were more jeans, skirts, blouses, T-shirts, and high heels. Some were slutty, and fashionable and prude clothes. He really didn't want to wear any of them, but his old clothes had started to get dirty, and this was all he had. First, he looked for a bra. He looked in the dresser. He saw all kinds of bras: Strap bras, pull over, see through, all kinds that he would have to get accustomed to. There were many different sizes from B-Cup to C-Cup and to D- Cup. The highest he found was a 38D sized one. He figured that would be his final size. Fred took a gulp and imagined having large breasts. He found a black 35B sized one and put it on. It fit perfectly. He then found a pair of leather panties. It fit perfectly on his hips and is buttocks. He then looked in the closet for clothes. He picked a pair of pocketless dark blue jeans and a black T- shirt. He thought about Nikki for awhile...about how she changed...and Fred thought it was all his fault...he asked her for info in the first place. He thought it was all his fault she ended up like that. Filled with qualms, he decided to do something else to take his mind off of Nikki. He sat on his bed and used the remote to turn on the big screen TV, discovering it had a VCR attached to it, but all that was on was female soap operas, the Women's Shopping Network, and female fashion shows. He groaned and turned his TV off. He discovered that there were magazines on the counter and looked at them. They were all women's magazines and beauty tips. When he looked at the date on them he was surprised at how long he had been here. "I've been here for 5 months." Fred said. Fred was bored out of his mind. So he just decided to go to bed. Meanwhile, Thomas, and that man again were watching Fred sleep in his room. "What else should we do to him?" Thomas asked. "We'll send her in to teach Fred about women's clothing. We'll hypnotize him so he won't object against the clothing." "So he'll like it? Like a transvestite?" "No...not that, either. We'll just make him accept women's clothing as normal, as he would men's clothing. And tattoo makeup on his body after every operation is complete so now scaring will show." "Interesting." "This school year will consist of the same thing as last year, correct?" "Yes. Classes will begin in 1 week. Until then, we will begin the elimination process." "Ok...Good." CHAPTER 6 All this week Fred learned to associate with the other victims of this conspiracy in the lunchroom. The lunchroom was on the lobby, he found out later. One day, he wore stockings, high heels, a skirt and a blouse, while the next day he wore, pantyhose, mini- skirt, and another blouse. He was told to wear them by Thomas. What shocked him was how easily he complied with the orders, and how comfortable the clothes felt. To him, it felt just like wearing his old male clothes, but only these clothes were much more sexy and erotic. He was even turned on by them a few times. He was sure he looked gorgeous in all these sexy clothes, but his manhood was a constant obstacle to him being flawless. He liked that though. He was told by a few other experimentees that he was beautiful. He hated hearing that. Sometimes a few women made a commotion in the lunchroom by yelling or insulting the employees. They were sometimes dragged away and received more operations to even further enhance their beauty. Whether they made their lips fuller, their hair longer, they increase their breast size, they make their ass bigger, or they gave them more oestrogen. Sometimes they even tattooed make- up on them or just tattoo them with girlie designs. Fred saw one redheaded inmate have a nervous breakdown go from a tiny A-Cup to a large D-Cup in one day. Fred wondered what the meaning was behind this. "How the hell is this going to prepare us for wrestling?" Fred thought. He also made a few friends. He met one pretty brunette named Henry, and a brown haired girl named Eric. At the beginning of the week they were all told to come up with a "pretty" new female name for them so they could make their new ID's and licenses. Thomas would give them a new last name when everything was over. Henry decided on Heriah, and Eric decided on Erin. Fred didn't want to think of a name, but when he found out the consequences, he decided Pamela would be fine. Also, they took all the prisoners measurements, height and weight. They also took their picture for their new ID but nobody got to see their picture. "When are we finally going to get to see ourselves?" Fred wondered. Fred got his status back in a brown folder with a black stamp saying "Pamela ______" on the cover. All but his picture was in there. He found out that he was now 5'7, 145lbs, and his measurements were 21, and 39. "Damn..." Fred thought. "I have one sexy body." Fred thought rubbing his hands over his voluptuous curves. His bust measurements weren't taken yet, since he wasn't fully developed. Fred also worried about the food he had been given. All the prisoner were giving healthy food instead of the junk food and enormous breakfasts they got in the cells. Fred had finally learned the ability to be "full" again. Even though the food was healthy and low fat, he could swear his breasts grew, again. Maybe even his ass, too, a little bit. It felt like he had a pillow underneath his butt whenever he sat, and he could knew his breasts had to be at least a C-Cup by now. Now he had to start wearing his 36C bras and they fit perfectly. His B-Cup bras were now too painful and small to wear. His breasts were on their way to becoming "tits". On Saturday all the prisoners attended a large auditorium on the lobby. On the stage was a podium and a bunch of chairs in 5 rows in the back. Thomas got on the podium and made an announcement. "For those of you who do not know me, my name to Thomas Murdin. I am the co-owner of the EWW. As I may guess, I suppose you all have questions on why you are here and are receiving gender switching operations, but whether you graduate from out women's school or not, your answer will be given to you within 3 months. The past week has been called 'Elimination Week'. We can only allow the best physically, and mentally fit people into the EWW. We have been watching you the past week to see if you all are worthy of entering." A man came up to Thomas and handed him an envelope with a paper inside. "Out of the whole 100 of you all, 75 of you will be eliminated. The eliminated were being shipped on a private plane back over to the United States of America or wherever you came from and you can live a normal life as a woman. You will never see or hear from us again, after that. Don't even think about telling anyone about what happened to you, because nobody will believe you. We will use lasers to change your fingerprints. If you are asking for us to change you back if you are eliminated, that is impossible. After the Hormone Injection Procedure, the body rejects all male hormones. Even is we were to operate and change you back, your hormones would eventually turn you back again." Some of the prisoners gasped and their eyes popped open. "Yes. So therefore, you are all women forever." A majority of the prisoners started crying. All of them had lives, families, and friends. Now they were all gone forever. "Your departure will be a week from now. You will still attend women's school but only in your own rooms and only for the remaining week you are here. You will receive your ID and your license at your departure. You will receive 3 suitcases with your own wardrobe and all your other belongings. 3 days before your departure you will receive a castration and we will use the rest to form on you a vagina. You will be locked up in your room and will receive breakfast their for the remainder of your stay. You will also receive your final operations and your hair will be permanently dyed if it needs such. Your new ID's and your new last name will be ready by the end of the week. You will receive a purse and a wallet full of 500,000 dollars so you will be able to find a place to live or rent an apartment." Everyone's hearts were in their throats. This was it. Their fate would be decided in a few seconds. Some of them didn't care if they were women forever, as long as they got to fulfill their dream. Besides, they didn't want to be turned into women for nothing. They wanted it to be worth it. "All eliminates are to come up on the stage and sit on the chairs..." "The eliminates are as follows..." Everyone prayed, crossed their fingers, and did any kind of ritual or lucky moves to hope they wouldn't get eliminated. Even Fred did. Beads of sweat were running down his face. "Nikki James..." Fred eyes popped open and looked around to see if he could see his old friend, Nikki. Soon his eye locked on a gorgeous huge breasted blonde walking down the aisle dressed in a silk blouse, a black mini skirt, black shimmering stockings illuminating her beautiful legs and 5" pumps sticking her ass out. Her huge bust split the top of her blouse open revealing the tops of her tits and lifting them up for the world to see. She had a tremendous amount of cleavage that could attract any man from any distance. Fred wondered why Nikki would wear such skimpy and trampy clothes but she must've been forced to. She looked completely gorgeous but, Nikki didn't cry for some reason. Somehow she knew she was going to be eliminated. Besides...she couldn't wrestle with a chest that huge. "Tiffany Jones..." Fred looked around to see if anyone was walking up. Fred then saw a pretty redhead stand up with tears in her eyes, and walked down the aisle. She wore the usual outfit Fred wore. Jeans, and a T-shirt. "Wendi Blark..." Fred looked around again and saw a black haired girl, just like Fred, walk down the aisle. "Catherine McDee..." Fred looked around again and saw another pretty blonde stand up, crying, and walked down to the stage. "Denise Richerson..." Fred looked around and saw a black woman with black hair stand up and walk down the aisle to the stage. Fred just heard more countless names for the past few minutes. All of them were pretty, but half of them were crying. Fred felt sorry for them because they didn't make it, but also happy that it wasn't him who was being eliminated. But Fred also wondered about what the man said earlier. He said Fred would pay for asking Nikki information. Was this how he would pay? Fred grew even more nervous. Soon, about 10 minutes later, 75 beautiful women were on the stage. Some crying, some hugging each other, but all heartbroken. "The rest of you return to your rooms." All the 25 other women let out a sigh of relief. They felt bad that the eliminates didn't make it but happy that that they weren't up there. Fred said a silent "YES!" from his full lips. He was so happy he made it...but if that wasn't going to be his punishment, what was? Also, Fred's 2 friends made it, but some of their friends were unfortunate. That night, was spent giving all 75 of the eliminates castrations and giving them a female vagina and using lasers to burn a new fingerprint on them so they could never go back out into the world as men. The 25 survivors slept happily. CHAPTER 7 The "elimination" week was over. Monday...2 days later... "Wake up." A sweet voice said. When Fred woke up, he saw a stunningly beautiful brown haired woman about Fred's age, dressed in a white cotton blouse with a blue cotton buttoned up jacket over it, a blue skirt that hung to her knees, and blue 3" heels. She was rather busty with D-Cup breasts and Fred was aroused at the sight of her. "Who...are you?" Fred said, groggily. "I'm your new women's hygiene and fashion teacher. My name is Ms. Delbo." "What?" "You heard me." It then came back to Fred. Thomas said all the survivors, even the eliminates had to go to a woman's fashion and hygiene school. Only the eliminates received it in school. It made sense that their fashion teacher should be a woman, but Fred still found it odd. Ms. Delbo was the first REAL woman Fred had seen in months.. "Oh..." Fred said his mind going blank. "Hurry and get dressed." Fred got up and walked groggily to his closet. He didn't know what to wear. "Let me decide for you..." Ms. Delbo said. Ms. Delbo moved Fred out of the way and picked out a few clothes for him. She picked out a velvet mid-thigh skirt, a white silk blouse, black stockings, and 2" heels. "You already have the undergarments to match. Just take off your camisole and your tap pants and we'll get started." Yes...Fred was wearing a silk camisole and pink tap pants. He thought they were bright red, but he would soon come to know that. He thought they were just regular clothes but he should've known from the way they clung to his body as it would any other female. He was told to always wear nightgowns or female pajamas to bed or he would pay the "consequences". Fred reluctantly stripped until he stood only in his black panties and bra. He had become rather over sensitive about his growing bust. They were slightly large to him. They weren't huge but were definitely noticeable and prominent. He had also noticed his fingernails had started to grow out. They were now half an inch long and oval shaped. Some sort of nail protector was permanently put on his nails and they were painted pink. They would never grow, chip, break, or scratch, and the colors would never fade. He was told he could cover the original color with another one, but it would forever be pink. He was happy with the fact that he would never had to clip his fingernails again, but mad that he now had these long pink talons permanently attached to his fingers. The same was done to his feet as they were also permanently colored pink. "Put the stockings on. Run them up one leg, and then put the seam across your toes. Be careful. Stockings are quite sensitive and those claws of yours can easily put runs in them. Once you're done, put the garter belt on and clip it behind your leg." Fred did as he was told and his once, muscular and strong legs, were now encased in black shimmering stockings. He was amazed at how sexy his once manly legs looked. He liked the swishing sound it made whenever they brushed each other. "Now...put the skirt on. Just step into it. I will zip it up for you for now, but soon you must learn to do it yourself." Fred stepped into the skirt. Ms. Barbara Delbo walked behind Fred and struggled to get the zipper over his huge and rounded ass. Fred was starting to get turned on by all this sexy clothing. Ms. Delbo figured his hypnosis started kicking in from the way Fred was ogling himself, and observing himself. He was starting to enjoy dressing up like this...just for the mere pleasure. "Put the blouse on. It's just like putting on a regular button shirt." Fred put his arms in the short sleeves and struggled to button it up with his long nails but finally did it. Fred was amazed at how he looked in these clothes. He was dying to see how he looked. If only he had a mirror. "Put the heels on." Fred complained. "Can't I wear sneakers, or shoes, or something? Ever since my feet were operated on they hurt whenever I walk." Ms. Delbo groaned before continuing. "Haven't you realized yet?" "What?" "Ever since your feet have been worked on, you only felt pleasure in walking when you wore high heels of any kind, right?" "Right." "So...wouldn't that tell you to only wear high heels?" "But...I don't want to wear this girlie stuff." "Well, Frederick, Even if you got out of here and you got changed back to normal, you'd have to always wear high heels. The doctor shortened your Achilles tendon so he made it painful for you to walk any long distance without your feet being elevated. Now you must wear only high heels at least 1" high." "By the way..." she added. "...That is a punishment. Shortening your tendons more." Fred put the 2" heels on and when he stood, his feet felt completely comfortable. Fred groaned. "Let's go." "Hold on!" Fred said, shyly. "What?" Fred took a look down at his dick being outlined in the tight skirt. "Shouldn't...I...tuck it in?" "Why? Aren't you a man?" "Yes! But...I don't want to look like a she male or a freak!" "Well, I'll ask Thomas to shorten the preparation time for your castration then." "WHAT? NO!" Fred didn't want to loose his manhood. It was the only proof left that he was a man. "Please don't let them take my away my dick! Please!" Fred pleaded in his new sweet voice. "...Ok, Frederick. I promise I won't let them take away your dick. Now let's go!" Ms. Delbo left and Fred followed her. Fred was amazed at how gracefully and sexy Ms. Delbo moved as he walked behind her. But then it hit him. That's how he looked also! With his hips swinging underneath his skirt, his C sized boobs bouncing up and down, his heels making a racket echoing through the halls, and his long beautiful raven hair flapping behind him. He tried to stop walking like this but that only made him walk more awkwardly. They reached a flight of stairs and walked up onto the 2nd level. It looked pretty much like the first one with the rooms and the operating rooms. But only the prisoner rooms were vacant and had no locks on them. They were also fewer of them. Fred figured that he would soon be up here and more people would be eliminated. There were also a few offices and conference rooms. Fred followed Ms. Delbo into a classroom filled with a whole bunch of other she-males like Fred. Fred saw on Ms. Delbos desk a radio, and music system hooked up to speakers, some CDs, and cassettes. He thought maybe this class would be some fun until he looked around the room. He saw a fake toilet, a huge dinner table, a stove and a microwave in the room and some food. He wondered what it was for but he nervously and quickly went in the nearest vacant seat. Ms. Delbo sat in the desk in front of the classroom. "Hello class. I just had to leave to get a late student." Ms. Delbo said while glancing at Fred. "Anyway. Welcome to our first class! This is a fashion and hygiene class that will teach you everything you need to know to about being a woman. You will learn about female hygiene, how to wear and put on many different women's clothes, how to dance, cook, clean, and about sex from the female's point of view." Everyone gulped. "You will even take notes and I will check them. Whenever you act up in class you will be punished...by me, but if your behavior is inexcusable, you will be operated on, yet, again, and will be modified. I suggest you practice cooking, dancing, cleaning, sex and putting on these clothes at least once a night, for if you flunk this class, you will be eliminated." Everyone got nervous just at the word "eliminated." "This class also determines the quality of the clothes you receive once you are set free. If you pass, you get fashionable and prude clothes, as well as some sexier clothes. If you fail, you receive clothes that only a tramp would wear." The prisoners spent half the day learning female hygiene, how to dance (ballerina, casually, and freaky and sexily), how to cook and clean, how to set up a dinner table and how to put on many different female clothes. All of the she-males were randomly picked to stand in front of the class and try to put on some outfits including lacy panties, a bra, a skirt, a blouse, stockings and pantyhose. As Fred figured, the music system was for the dancing. Ms. Delbo demonstrated a move and the volunteer would have to copy it. There were some rap booty songs and some pop songs...some were also ballerina songs. They also had to clean up things whenever they got dirty. They had to cook food on the stove or the microwave and then demonstrate how to set up a dinner table. They even had to sit on the fake toilet in the class and the volunteers would show the class how to urinate properly and wipe. Whenever they made a mistake, they were either beaten on the ass with a paddle, or they had to stick a butt plug or dildo up their ass for the remainder of school. Some cried from the pain. The class would constantly hear Ms. Delbo holler: "No! No! You scratched the stockings!" "No! You did the move wrong! To the LEFT! Not that RIGHT!" "No, you bimbo! The rice is getting burned!" "The napkins are supposed to be folded, dummy!" "You forgot to wipe!" But two men got punished all day long and they didn't care. Their names were Quinci, a redhead, and Xena, a brunette. They wouldn't give up their masculinity. "It's better living life as a woman then a whore and that's what they will turn you into if you don't obey me." Ms. Delbo said to them. At lunch all of the she-males, except Fred socialized and ate their healthy lunch. Fred only talked to Heriah and Erin since he only knew them. "I think my tits have grown more." Heriah said sadly. "You, too?" Fred said. "We all have. It's normal. You didn't think they wanted to make titless beautiful women, did you?" Erin said. "I'm a C-Cup now." Fred said. "So am I." Erin said but then tone of her voice wasn't all that sad or worried. "I'm a D-Cup but they're still growing." Heriah said, worried. She didn't want to end up like Nikki. "I better not end up a tit bag." The mere thought of ending up a tit bag like Nikki made them change the subject and they talked about their past. Erin was an orphan who never had anyone close to talk to in life. She spent her whole life watching how the girls got treated better and how they got to wear such pretty clothes. "I've always envied females, but I never wanted to become one!" Erin said aloud. Heriah was a regular video store worker. Her life was pretty much boring. As for Fred, he never was much of anything. He was just a slob all his life, living in an old apartment on the verge of being kicked out. He always got fired from every job because he had no brains. When school resumed, they had to take notes while Ms. Delbo demonstrated how to put on certain clothes. Afterwards when Ms. Delbo checked on she found that Quinci and Xena didn't take notes. They just stood there. "You two silly girls will be operated on again later today." Ms. Delbo said to them. "Go fuck yourself!" Both of them said. With that they were immediately sent off to Thomas's office. It was just like a regular school...it was dismissed at 3PM. Fred just went back to his room and went to sleep. CHAPTER 8 Fred woke up to the sound of a message. "Attention all prisoners...please turn on your televisions. I repeat please turn on your televisions." A hybrid mechanical voice said on the speakers in Fred's room. The voice kept on repeating over and over again. Fred sat upon the bed. "I don't want to watch no freakin' soap opera or fashion show!" Fred yelled. Suddenly, a very old friend of Fred walked in. "NIKKI!" Fred yelled. Before when Nikki was being screwed in Room 86 and walking down the aisle in the auditorium to Thomas, he couldn't see her very well, but now he could really see her. She was the most gorgeous and voluptuous girl Fred had ever seen. She appeared to be 20 or 21 and she was wearing a large blue camisole. It would fit like a tent on an average sized woman, but Nikki needed it to accommodate her massive tits, but it only pushed them up, adding to that tremendous cleavage. That would attract every man she came in contact with. She also wore blue polyester baggy pants, but it was tight around her huge ass and wide hips. On her feet were blue 5" heels with feathers attached all around them. Her body's curves were more accentuated and voluptuous. She had the same hourglass figure Fred did. Her long blonde hair fell to her plump and round ass and framed a beautiful oval face. Nikki's lips were even fuller than before and had what appeared to be red lipstick on them but it was really tattooed on. Nikki now had big red puffy lips only made for one purpose. Her lashes were even longer and she now was wearing white sparkly eyeshadow that was also tattooed on her. She had about 5 holes in both of her ears and all of them had loop earrings. Her ears were turned into wind chimes. Nikki's fingernails were an inch and a half and were painted pink. She also smelled irresistible. She had a fragrance on her that no man could resist. Fred even looked down at Nikki's crotch...he didn't see anything...it was now completely flat. Fred already knew what was underneath it. Nikki was now completely a woman...on the outside, anyway. Nikki was MUCH more sexy than Fred remembered her being. Before she was beautiful, but now she was beyond gorgeous. Fred's manhood was aching hard at just the sight of her. Nikki was made to look like a slut from one of Fred's male fantasies. Fred just stared for a few seconds looking at her and how she'd changed. "Hi, Fred." Nikki finally said. Now Nikki had a breathy, soft, seductive and sex charged voice that would arouse any man. "My goodness!" Fred gasped. "How did you get in here? Aren't all our doors locked? Forget that! What did they do to you?" "Well..." Nikki started. "First they put me in some sex chamber." "Sex chamber?" "Yes...I don't wanna talk about what happened but now I'm now 5'7", 161lbs. My measurements are 44, 18, 43." He couldn't even imagine a woman with those types of measurements and now he was looking at one. All the time in High School he dreamt of women with those sort of measurements and masturbated to them. He loved women like that who would give a blowjob at the drop of a pin. He just hoped Nikki wasn't hypnotized into acting like that or anything. "Holy shit!" Fred thought to himself. "They shortened my tendons even more...now I have to wear at least 5" heels in order to even walk. My ass got even bigger and more rounded, they tattooed makeup on me, they did more cosmetic surgery to make my lips fuller, they pierced my ears 5 times each! And...well..." Nikki slightly rubbed her huge chest. Fred could immediately see large bullet like nipples stand erect from under her camisole. They grew out to half an inch. They were so thick and prominent Fred couldn't take his eyes off them. "These are real. They just gave me a large shot of estrogen afterwards and fed me junk food again. I think their 44E size." "That's huge!" thought Fred. "And..." Nikki rubbed her flat crotch with one hand... "It's...gone..." Nikki said sadly. "No..." Fred gasped. "Yes. I'm now...a woman now. And they hypnotized me." Nikki let out a small laugh. "I wanted to finally answer your question before we get separated forever." "My...question?" "Yes...remember? In the cells you asked me how they turned me into a girl. I wanted to answer you." "Oh! Look! I'm sorry I asked you! This is my fault you ended up like this! If I should never have asked you and then you would never have told me. I should've been eliminated and operated on instead." "No...I wanted to tell you. I didn't care. I may be a woman on the outside but I'll always be a man on the inside. They can't change who I am." Fred felt better from Nikki's words. But then it hit him that she'd been hypnotized. "You were...hypnotized?" Fred said getting worried. "Yes...Now, whenever someone tempts me physically, I act like a slut and can't control myself." Fred was shocked. His biggest fears had come true. "Damn it! How could they do this to you!" "Just forget me...you turned out pretty well. Better than I did." Nikki gestured to her magnificent and flawless body. "I look like a slut." "No...you don't." Fred said. "You look...gorgeous." A pretty smile slowly came on Nikki's overly full lips. "Did you hear what happened?" "No." "Well, that's the other reason I came here. Some two guys caused a commotion earlier. Everywhere is crazy. They even released the locks on our rooms! Everywhere is unlocked! That's how I got in here!" "Great!" Fred jumped up with joy. "Let's try and escape!" "NO! Don't! I think you better turn on your TV." "This message will not cease until you turn on your television." The voice said again. Fred angrily grabbed the remote and turned the TV on to stop the annoying voice. The TV showed Thomas in some kind of large office. He was sweating and breathing hard for some reason. "Well..." Thomas said. "Now that everyone has finally turned on their televisions, I can now begin my statement." "How did he know I didn't have my TV on?" Fred thought. "Now...two miscreants tried to escape this facility 10 hours ago. It is now 6 in the morning. They got as far as the outside, but fortunately, we stopped them just in time. They have been identified as Quinci Gregson and Xena Summers." "Not those two again..." Fred groaned. "They escaped during the preparations for their operation punishment. Thanks to their newly designed feet, they couldn't get far. Now their feet are even more modified and their tendons are even more shrunk. Ever since then we have been operating on them. We just wanted to alert you all so that we can use these two new WOMEN to show you as a prime example of what we are capable of and what will happen if you try and screw with us." Thomas looked behind him at a door where some moaning and banging sounds were coming from. "GET THEM OUT!" Thomas yelled. The moaning and banging immediately ceased and some ruffling and belt buckled sound could faintly be heard. After a minute, two muscular men breathing hard, dressed only in tight jeans, dragged two huge breasted, gorgeous women out of the room by their hair. They were also breathing hard. They were both wearing 5" white pumps just so they could walk. Underneath all of those breast implants, tattooed makeup, collagen implants, hypnosis, and operations, he could see Quinci and Xena. They, too, were turned into what Nikki had become. "Oh My God..."Fred gasped. His eyes popped wide up. His still erect manhood grew even more. He was about to ejaculate in his skirt any second now. "Damn it..." Nikki groaned. "Not again." "We couldn't give them oestrogen shots and feed them junk food...that would take too long...so I decided to give them breast implants. Now they both have size DD breasts. I gave them collagen implants in their lips to make them even fuller. I also gave them a small amount collagen implants in their buttocks to make them a little plumper and more rounded. I put a corset around their waist to even further decrease their waistline. Quinci's measurements are now 56, 18, 40 while Xena's are 55,18, and 39. And...they have indeed received a castration." "Oh my..." Fred gasped again. At the same time he felt a wetness in his skirt. He knew he would be busy tonight washing his skirt. Quinci and Xena were made into Nikki clones. "Their ears are pierced...4 times each. They will receive the trampiest clothes we have. Buying more clothes will be their concern, but it's not likely that any off the rack clothes will fit their obscure figures. They have been hypnotized to act like horny sluts during sexual intercourse, but upon sexual stimulation. So just by getting aroused, they will feel horny. So in other words...they are Nikki clones." Thomas looked at the gorgeous frightened girls. "I'm sure the three of you can have a threesome. By the way...you two are eliminated...you can join Nikki down her road." Thomas looked back at the camera. "Watch as these two whores give head to these two virile men." The two men pulled out their still erect dicks and shoved them in the mouths of the two complete women. At first they pretended to like it and moaned reluctantly. At first they sucked it timidly and reluctantly, but then their hypnosis started to kick in and they started to enjoy it. Their sex drive was increasing. Now they didn't have to pretend, because now they were really moaning. They now sucked it hungrily. Their huge lips made the job much easier. They even shoved the whole thing in their mouths. Soon, the men came right in their mouths and they swallowed it all. "Notice...I've given them the body of a gorgeously beautiful woman, while we gave them the needs, impulses, and appetites of horny sluts. Their mind can fight all it wants but their bodies will always betray them when they are introduced to any sexual session." Thomas then walked up to the camera, so close that his face blocked the whole camera. His face was right in front of it and blocked everything. "So...let this be a lesson to you all..." Thomas said. "DON'T FUCK WITH US." With that said, the transmission was cut, and all that showed on the TV was static. Neither Fred, nor Nikki could believe what they just saw. Two virile and muscular men with dreams, became two gorgeous and big breasted tramps. However he could see it on their face that they were starting to enjoy it. "Nikki..." Fred said. "I..." Nikki just stared off into space. "I'm sorry...that this happened to you." "I have to go, Fred. I'll see you some other time." Nikki quickly minced out of the room. She couldn't run, due to the very high heels she was forced to wear. Fred just stood there ashamed. He also stared down at the wetness in his skirt and sighed. CHAPTER 9 The entire next week was basically a repeat of the first day of school. Nobody didn't even think of rebelling or even try to escape the facility after that day. Fred's breasts now grew out to a 38D. They were large, to him. Erin stayed at a C-Cup and Heriah grew out to a D-Cup, too. During the week Fred was asked what High School he went to. He just blabbed it out because he didn't want to end up like Nikki. For the rest of the week he didn't see Thomas. Fred found out later that everyone else was asked that, also. On Friday, everyone was released from their rooms to say their farewells to the eliminates and those who got punished and were eliminated as a result. This was the first time Fred had been outside since he first arrived 6 months ago. Fred got a good look at the building he was held captive in. It looked like a hospital. Fred also found out there was a final 5th floor, but it was off limits to even the top prisoners. There was a gray private airplane on the runway Fred. And few prisoners even considered sneaking on the plane and escaping, but the pilot would check for their ID. All the eliminates were already boarding with their suitcases and baggage. The survivors were allowed to go up and say goodbye, but in fear for annoying Thomas or the crew, nobody did. Fred was with Heriah and Erin looking for Nikki. Soon, Fred spotted Nikki carrying a purse and wearing a red bustier, a black velvet skirt that went to high-thigh, black stockings, and 5"pumps. Her bustier supported her huge breasts, but it didn't cover them. It only squashed them together and lifted them. She had that irresistible cleavage again. "Nikki!" Fred yelled and ran up to her. "Hi, Fred." Nikki said in her beautiful voice and smiled. "Are you going to be ok?" "Sure." Nikki reached in her pocket and pulled out her ID. "See? I have my own ID. Now you're now looking at Nikki Welps. It's just going to be a pain in the ass, my huge ass, to buy clothes that can fit me." "I'm sorry about all this." "It's ok. I'm just sorry I ran out on you." "It's ok. This is all terrible." "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I may have these watermelons on my chest but I'll get by." "You sure?" "Sure." "We're going to see each other again right? Because I WILL get out of here one day." "Yeah. We will." "HEY!" The pilot said. "Hurry up! We're going to leave now!" "I have to go..." Nikki said. Fred, surprisingly hugged Nikki. It felt awkward since Nikki's huge breasts made it harder, but he did it. He could even feel her large nipples grow harder on his nipples. For the first time in his miserable and womanizing life, Fred actually cared for someone. He actually broke throu