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The Marriage Contract ? by: adhi "You dirty little piece of shit!" my wife spat at me. "Did you really think that I wouldn't notice that you cheated me with this secretary slut of yours? How dumb do you think I am? But I'll be kind. I'll give you a choice on this: 1. You may sign over all your assets to me and get a divorce. We'll never see again and you can become happy with your secretary. 2. Be doomed! I'll make your life a living hell so you'd wish you'd never have been born. Now, what's your choice?" This was ridiculous. All she wanted from the beginning was my money. I should have known better when I married her but I was blind with love. "You little bitch!" I spat back. "I'm also not that stupid as you think I am! You didn't seriously think that I didn't notice your little escapades? So I thought a little variety would spice up our marriage a bit. But obviously I was wrong. The only good thing out of this is that you have shown your real face. All you wanted was my money, didn't you?" "Sure!" she replied. "Did you really think such a pathetic little wimp like you is attractive to women?" That hit deep. I surely wasn't an Arnold Schwarzenegger kind of guy but I also wasn't a pathetic little wimp as she put it. I was a slender 1.75m tall guy without a hint of body fat and I really watched my figure. "So, that is what you think about me. Then there's nothing more to say. I'll tell my lawyers to get the divorce papers ready tomorrow and I doubt you'll get anything from me. You should have read the marriage contract." I shot back in triumph. I could hit her where it hurt her most. That was enough for me. "We'll see. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned..." she said with a menacing glow in her eyes. Then she left. I could hear her BMW leave the driveway with squeaking tires. This stupid little bitch! What did she think how stupid I am? I wouldn't have earned 100 Million Dollars being stupid! Now it was too late to contact my lawyer but tomorrow I would. And he would make sure that this little bitch won't even get a lousy penny. I was way too enraged now to go to bed so I decided to let some steam off by hitting the bag. I worked out until I was totally exhausted and absolutely tired. I fell into bed without even showering and was already asleep before I hit the mattress. I slept deep and sound so I didn't notice the little prick in my left cheek. When I woke up again I felt like a truck had hit me. I felt weak, thirsty and I had a headache beyond belief. When I opened my eyes the surroundings didn't look familiar. The room looked like a hospital room. I tried to get up but I couldn't. I was restrained to the bed. The restrains didn't get loose, no matter how much I tried. After a while my soon-to-be ex-wife entered the room. "Look, my little sissy husband is awake," she teased me. "LET ME FREE IMMEDIATELY!" I shouted. "OR..." "Or what?" my wife said with a wicked smile on her face. "Or I'll see to it that the police will arrest you and throw the key away!" I spat back. "You'll see to nothing for anytime soon I believe," she answered. "In fact, no one knows where you are. You're on a quite long leave of absence. Everyone believes that you are on a self-awareness trip... You know, some of this psychic stuff. To find yourself, to get to know yourself... This kind of stupid blah." "Why?" I asked becoming quite frightened. She seemed to have this planned for a long time. "Isn't it obvious?" she returned. "You didn't want to give me your money, so I'll take it. The only problem is this nasty marriage contract. When I kill you I'll get nothing. In case of a divorce I get nothing. So you have to stay alive and we have to be married. So the only option left is that I take control over YOU! When I'm finished with you, you'll have nowhere to go and will do whatever I want. Your life will be living hell, as I promised you. And as you know, I tend to keep my promises." I was getting more and more frightened. This wasn't good. I was in real danger. "And how will you accomplish that?" "You will become my maid with some special features and duties," she answered to my sheer horror. "You'll read every wish from my lips and do everything I want. I'll humiliate you by all means and there will be nothing you can do about that. Get ready for your new life, little sissy." "Maid?" I asked with a trembling voice. "I don't understand...," I said now being really scared. "Don't you know the word maid?" my wife asked. "It's a female servant, the very person that does the chores for rich people, a slave, a maid." she explained and confused me even more. "But I'm a man...," I replied while violently struggling with my restraints. "Not for long any more." she answered while watching my predicament with a big smile on her face. "A mixture of highly experimental drugs and some surgery will take care of that. You won't be able to recognize yourself when I'm finished with you. Ah, and don't hurt yourself... You won't get out of here without my approval." "Surgery? Drugs? YOU'RE MAD! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I'm totally healthy! I don't need no surgery!" I wailed knowing that she was dead earnest. "I can and I will!" she stated. "You had the choice and now you'll have it the hard way." In the meantime another woman had entered the room. "May I introduce Helena to you? She will supervise your transformation and perform the surgeries. She is a medical doctor and does such transformations for quite some time now, so you're in skilled hands," my wife said. Helena was quite a sight. Never ending, beautiful legs, an hourglass figure and gorgeous tits. If I weren't in such a strange situation I would have fucked her right on the spot. "Pleased to meet you," Helena cheered with an alluring beautiful voice. "That's quite a specimen you have there. He will be perfect for our project," she said to my wife. "NOW STOP THAT CRAP!" I shouted. I still couldn't believe what was happening. "Just release me and I'll forget that this ever happened. They didn't pay attention to me. "When shall I begin?" Helena asked. "Right now, I'd say... The sooner we have her ready the better... The sooner you'll get your money," my wife said with a big grin on her face. "Then let's start with the surgeries. When she has recovered we can begin the drug treatment. This way we won't put that much strain on her system," Helena said to my sheer horror and took a syringe from a cupboard nearby. I began to wildly trash my bonds. They really wanted to go through with this mad plan! "You can't do that! Stop it! That's mayhem! I wailed while Helena emptied the clear liquid from the syringe into my veins. "You can't do tha... Stop..." Then everything went black. I wasn't allowed to wake up for a long time. Sometimes I was in a semi- awake state for 5 minutes and was grateful when they put me to sleep again, because my whole body was in horrible pain. When they let me awake fully my whole body felt wrong. I was thirsty like hell, my throat was sore, breathing was difficult, I felt a huge weight on my chest, my crotch felt definitely not right, my feet were in light pain and my lips felt bloated. I tried to reach my crotch with my hand but I was still restrained. As I opened my eyes I was blinded by the daylight. After the eyes had adjusted I saw Helena looking down at me. "Good morning, little sissy!" she cheered. "You must be very thirsty. Take slow, little sips. You can get as much as you want," she said and brought a glass of water to my lips. I eagerly emptied it and after that at least my throat felt way better. My wife just entered the room when I was about to demand an explanation. "What have..," I tried to say. I was totally taken aback by surprise. I started again: "What..." The same result. This couldn't be me who was speaking. Another try: "What have you..." Still the same. All I heard was a ridiculously high pitched female voice! It sounded like the voice of the stereotyped idea of an air-headed blond bimbo from some bad B- Movie. "This cannot be true!" my mind screamed and so I tried again: "What have you done to me? Give me my voice back!" I demanded with this ridiculous voice which unfortunately didn't change in the little meantime. "Stay calm, little sissy," Helena answered. "Don't you like your new voice? It's a masterpiece of throat surgery! I'm quite proud of it. And like everything I did to you this can't be undone." "This voice is ridiculous! I can't speak to people like this! Undo it! NOW!" I demanded and tried to sound firm but my new voice betrayed me. I simply sounded ridiculous. "As I said, it can't be undone. You'll have to live with this voice for the rest of your life," Helena laughed. "But let's take a look at the rest of my handiwork." She went on and removed the sheet that covered me. When I saw my body I was totally shocked. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, because nearly all I could see were tits! Huge orbs of flesh protruded from my chest. They were immense! Through the little gap between them, which was only there because I was lying on my back and made these big mammals rest on my arms I could see why my breathing was restrained: Helena had given me a hourglass figure with a tiny waist! "What have you done? I can hardly breathe!" I moaned. "Now, don't exaggerate, little sissy. I had to remove two ribs to be able to get you such a beautiful waist. Then, with the help of a special drug and a corset, we molded your waist this way. You see, first we put you in a corset while you were asleep and tucked you down to this size. Then we injected a highly experimental drug into your waist which was designed to remold the natural state of a part of a body to the state it is currently in. So once we injected this drug into your waist we could safely remove the corset and the waist would stay the way it was with the corset on! So you're lucky, there's no need for you to wear a corset. It's sort of built into you," she explained. "This can't be true!" my mind screamed the whole time. "But my breathing is so restricted...," I wailed. "You'll have to get used to it, since there's no way to undo it, as I said," Helena related. "While I had your tummy open I took the freedom to work on your stomach, too. I took out some portions. As a result you can only digest little portions at a time, so you can't overeat. Isn't that great? I'm kinda jealous of you. You don't have to pay attention to your weight any more since you can't overeat. You'll be as slender as you are for the rest of your life!" At this point I felt tears welling up but I was capable to hold them back. My wife really turned my life into a nightmare. And Helena wasn't finished yet. I really didn't want to know what else she had in store for me but I had no choice. It was my body. "Now let's take a look on another piece of art: the crotch," she said and began to undo the thick bandages which covered my crotch. When I could eventually see my crotch I couldn't hold back the tears any more. I began to cry like a baby. I couldn't believe what I was seeing there. Where my proud member should be there was... NOTHING! This bitch had removed my penis! My crotch nearly looked female! The only thing that disturbed this impression were the two orbs that protruded from where my sack should be. After I had calmed down a little Helena began to explain: "As you can see I have performed a full penectomy on you. There is not one muscle left to flex from your former penis. Furthermore, I left your balls intact, I just tightened the sack a little and repositioned them for the optics. It looks much nicer now, don't you think?" All I could do was to cry out loud. "So no more fooling around with secretaries of yours," Helena said with a wicked smile on her face. "Due to the fact that I left your balls intact you'll still get horny, but since there's no way for you now to release the pressure you'll soon be stuck in super horny mode." Then she gently took the catheter out of me that was protruding from right above my anus. "I also relocated your urethra, so you'll have to sit down for peeing," she went on. "But in fact, this won't be necessary since your wife thought it would be a good idea to render you incontinent of both bladder and stool so you won't be distracted from your duties by your bodily functions. And as a side effect it adds wonderfully to your humiliation." "What do you mean by that?" I managed to cry out. "That means that you are now effectively diaper dependent. You'll have to wear diapers 24 hours a day. I'll doubt that you can hold back for longer that half a minute after my procedure." I couldn't grab it. Me in diapers? She couldn't be serious. I was just about to say that she was kidding but then I slowly realized that she was dead serious with everything she had told me until now. I began to cry again. This couldn't be true. Me diaper dependent like a baby? These women were definitely mad. When I calmed down again Helena went on. "We're not finished yet. I took the liberty to modify your feet somewhat. As a consequence of this I doubt you'll ever have a comfortable walk in sneakers again, I'm afraid. See, I shortened some tendons down there, and as a result you'll have to make your errants in 5 inch high heels only. Everything else would be far less comfortable, maybe even painful. I doubt it will be fun to be in 5 inch high heels all the day but that's how it is from now on." "Fuck you!" I cried out of sheer despair. "You handicapped me!" "You're exaggerating again, little sissy," Helena tried to comfort me. "First, you had the choice to hand everything over to your wife, then nothing of this would have taken place. And secondly, with the proper training, which you will get, that's for sure, you'll be able to walk. In tiny steps, as I have to admit, and I don't think you'll ever run again, but it's better than nothing." "This can't be true!" I sobbed. "Please make me wake up..." "You're quite awake, I can assure you," Helena answered, "And this is as real as the new set of tits on your chest. It's quite amazing what some new highly experimental hormones can do. You see, these tits are all natural. No implants were needed. I just gave you a little dose of this new hormone and your body came up with these gorgeous tits. They became quite big, but since you like big tits I think you can handle it," she added with a big grin on her face. "Ah, before I forget: This new experimental drug has a little side effect, which is why it is not available on the regular market. It also stimulates the lactation quite strongly." "And what's that supposed to mean?" I whined already foreboding the answer. "It means that you'll be giving loads of milk and that you have to be milked at least once a day, maybe twice. I cannot say for sure now but we'll see," she explained. Then she took one of my huge nipples and pressed it slightly. A huge stream of milk squirted from my breast. "You see, it has already started," Helena stated. "I really like that!" my wife cheered. "We don't need to buy milk for the coffee any more! We'll just call her and she'll give us whatever we need! Look out, there's a cow in the house!" she exclaimed. She really seemed to enjoy humiliating me. And I still couldn't get a hold of this. This whole situation seemed so unreal, quite surreal. I heard the distant voices of my wife and Helena while I desperately waited for me waking up, but it didn't happen. My mind told me that this couldn't be real, but then, the reality of my restricted breathing and the huge weight on my chest contradicted my inner feeling. I absolutely could not decide what to hold for real: That stuff my mind kept telling me or the strange feelings that my altered body kept sending me. I was just about to decide on the stuff that my mind was telling me, because it was way the better alternative when reality kicked in. "...hear ME?" I heard the once distant voice of Helena shout at me when she was shaking my shoulders. When I was asleep before I had to be awake now and the strange feelings from my body didn't go away. So that what Helena had told me had to be reality. When this slowly sank in and my mind also got convinced that all Helena told me was real I began to cry silently. I felt tears running down my cheeks in torrents without uttering a single sound. "I think this was a little too much at once for our little sissy," I heard Helena say. "I'll give her a mild sedative and tomorrow we'll begin her training," she added. "Then do it." my wife said. Then I felt a prick in my left arm and heard the two women leave. Eventually I managed to cry myself to sleep. When I awoke the next morning the strange feelings were still there, though the restraints were gone. I felt really uncomfortable. It took some time until I was able to interpret all the sensations my altered body was sending to my mind, but the main source of my misery were my huge breasts. They were aching and felt totally bloated. I took away the sheet that covered me and sat upright. I was totally taken aback from the weight that was now pulling at my shoulders. They were so immense that I couldn't see my crotch anymore. They also irritatingly hindered the movement of my arms. When I took a closer look at these balloons I could see some drops of milk forming at the tip of each nipple. I needed to be milked badly. Maybe this uncomfortable feeling would go away then. This was ridiculous. I was a man! I wasn't supposed to have breasts, let alone to be milked! But the aching in this huge orbs of flesh proved me wrong. Then suddenly I remembered what Helena had told me about my crotch! In panic I reached down there and tried to feel my penis. Due to the giant boobs I couldn't see what was down there. I tried to feel up my member but all I could feel was my sac. Panicked I looked for a mirror in the room. I found one right behind my bed. I had to see what was or was not down there so I swung my legs over the rim of the bed and tried to get up. Normally getting up is a motion someone can do being half asleep. But not with such an altered body. When I shifted the weight of my body to my feet as I was used to some absolutely unexpected things happened: First I yelped in pain, then I fell over right onto my boobs. The built in airbags of mine softened the fall but the pressure of my body weight caused them to painfully release their milk onto the carpet. When I rolled onto my side the pain in the boobs eased a little but my maltreated feet were still hurting like hell. After I recovered from the shock I instantly began to cry. This is how my wife and Helena found me on the floor in a puddle of milk when they entered the room after about 2 minutes. "My, my, our little sissy got up without the proper instructions. She seems to be really eager to be trained," Helena said when she spotted me. "You two bastards! Bitches! You're mad! You ruined my life! I can't even walk!" I shouted trying to threaten them, but my ridiculous voice let it sound like a brat having a tantrum. "What gross words for such a sissy!" Helena dispraised me. "Sure you can walk, you only need the proper shoes to do so." Then she went to the closet and fetched a pair of shoes with ridiculously high heels from it. They were at least 5" high. "You're nuts! I sure can't walk in those!" I cried. "Look, I'm getting quite annoyed from your constant whining. I'll give you another choice, and this time make the right one: Either you can accept your fate and be my maid. This means you'll do everything I order you without questioning. Or I'll throw you out of my house and make you a cheap she-male whore. You certainly know that I have the means to do so. This time make the right choice. You've once fucked up. What will it be?" my wife threatened me. It didn't take me long to decide. I knew for certain that she would make her threat real. The last thing I wanted was to earn my living by giving head or being fucked. "Please let me be your maid. I'll do anything you say!" I begged. "So no more whining about that I've fucked up your life! You made the initial choice and now you have to live with it." She twisted the facts how it suited her but I really had not much of a choice but to stick with it. "As from now on there is no more discussion or whining about anything me or Helena orders. You will address everyone as master or mistress. You will only speak when you are spoken to. Otherwise you'll remain silent. We control your life. You'll do what we say when we say. IS THAT CLEAR?" my wife said. "Yes," I answered. After that my wife slapped my face. "Yes, mistress Victoria," I corrected myself. "That's better." Mistress Victoria praised. "Now let's get things started. Get into those shoes!" she ordered. I took the shoes from Helena and tried to get them on. It wasn't as easy as I thought. These giant milk bags on my chest were constantly getting into the way. But eventually I mastered this rather ordinary task. I was dead certain that I would break my legs in these torture devices but I knew better than to complain. Then I crawled back to the bed and pushed myself up. Eventually I managed to stand on my own feet, shaky though, but I was standing. I couldn't say that it was comfortable with this high heels but it felt somehow natural with this monsters under my feet. Helena had really messed up my feet. "Now walk to the mirror and take a look at you," Victoria ordered. "Take small steps and walk like a women. Put one foot right in front of the other or you'll fall." She was right. I was about to make a normal step as I was used to but I nearly lost my balance. So I put one foot right in front of the other and it worked. How bad could it become? The only thing I could do with this deformed feet was tripping! I surely wouldn't do any running exercises with this feet. While I slowly made my way to the mirror I felt my giant ass sway and these things in front of me were jiggling like hell and made walking even more difficult. To make it worse Helena and Victoria were laughing quite openly on my feeble attempts to walk. When I reached the mirror I couldn't believe my eyes. Every man's dream was looking back at me! I couldn't believe that it was me! But it had to be me since the woman in the mirror made every move I made. What Helena hadn't told me that she had also worked on my face. She had softened my features, chiseled my chin and had given my pouty lips. With some lipstick I'd look like the perfect cocksucker! My breasts and my ass looked giant in contrast to my tiny waist and my legs seemed to be endless in this high heels. I was really getting turned on by my reflection. The only thing that disturbed the image was the small orb on my crotch and the lack of a pussy. I was getting so turned on that I began to finger my crotch. But there was nothing to play with. I began to crawl the remnants of my sack but this only made me hornier. Soon I was in desperate need to cum but rubbing my crotch wouldn't bring me over the edge. So I began to finger my breasts. By the lightest touch they drops of milk formed on the tip of my nipples. They were surprisingly sensitive and despite the constant aching the touch produced a somehow pleasing tingling. But this also didn't bring me the releasing shot. All it did was building up more pressure. I vigorously kneaded my breasts and fingered my sack and new piss-hole. I didn't care that I was squirting milk at the mirror. Precum was flowing out of my piss-hole in streams and running down my legs. But all the fingering only made me hornier. The pressure built up but didn't release in the dire expected shot. I began to cry like a bitch in heat but this surely didn't help. This was so utterly frustrating! Eventually I stopped totally exhausted without getting release. I began to cry silently. I felt tears running down my cheeks. This couldn't be real. In the background I heard the cruel laughter of Helena and Victoria. "Wow, what a sight! She gets turned on by the sight of herself! I've never seen such an act before! Amazing!" my wife eventually said still chuckling while wiping tears of laughter out of her face. "Please make me cum... I need to cum...," I wailed. "I'm sure you need to cum, but there's no more cumming for you, my little sissy. Helena made sure of this, I'm afraid." my wife stated. I was about to complain about my misery again when I remembered the threat of my wife. "Enough of this. There's a tight schedule ahead of you. There are many things you need to do much more urgent than cumming. First, we need to get you ready for your beautician appointment. I've arranged a house visit from a good friend of mine. Just to make you pretty!" Victoria cheered, obviously looking forward to this. This meant that I would definitely not like what was in store for me. "Put this on!" she ordered and tossed me some crackling white piece of garment. When I caught it I instantly recognized it: It was a DIAPER! There was no way that I would wear a diaper let alone use it, I thought. I was just about to complain about this when Victoria jumped in while agitating her index finger: "Ah, Ah, Ah! No more complaining, little sissy! You WILL wear these diapers and you WILL use them. Believe me! It's better to have the mess in the diapers than to lick it from the floor afterward!" Then I remembered Helena telling that she made me incontinent. Again I felt tears welling up, because up to now everything she had said was true. So I clumsily tried to put this humiliating piece of garment on. It was quite a task not to loose the balance but somehow I managed it. Obviously it was a diaper for heavy incontinence actually designed for night wear because it was really bulky. But the two bitches didn't care about this. Everything that added to my humiliation was good for them. Also these diapers would reveal themselves to everyone even if I had some garment to cover them because they were crackling really noisy with every move I made. While I stood there with tears in my eyes, utterly humiliated and not knowing what to do now, Victoria came up with a new set of rules. "You will only change your diapers when a master or mistress allows you to do so. Should it ever happen that you soil anything else with your waste than your diapers you have to lick it up instantly. Any bathroom is strictly off limits for you except for cleaning. Is that understood?" she asked with a menacing look. I had no other choice but so say with a desperately sad voice, "Yes, Mistress Victoria." This woman really was mad. To lick up my own waste! No way this would EVER happen, I thought to myself. But then, I'd never dreamed in my wildest dreams that I sometimes would be a big breasted penectomized and diapered she-male, like I now could watch my reflection in the mirror. "Good. Then you may now fix the breakfast. It's just enough time until your beautician appointment," Victoria ordered. "You may serve it in the red salon. Oh, and before I forget: You will curtsy whenever you enter or leave a room when master or mistress is present." "Yes, Mistress Victoria, as you wish," I said in my misery. I had absolutely no idea how to curtsy properly, but I didn't dare to ask. When I left the room I turned around and tried to curtsy. I nearly lost my balance. The women began to laugh hysterically and I went beet red. After they had calmed down a little Helena was so kind to show me how this worked. After that I was able to produce a reasonable curtsy. "We'll have to work on this, but that was good for now. You're a fast learner!" Helena praised me while I was wobbling unsteadily down the hallway. I was feeling like a toddler who was making his first steps. Walking was now much more difficult with my new physiology than it used to be. These giant milk bags were jiggling like hell and didn't make it easier to hold balance. Also I wasn't used to take only tiny steps and put one foot in front of the other, let alone walk on high heels. But this was the only way for me to move forth after these hideous modifications of Helena. After a few steps I realized that it would be much easier when I'd put my weight on the toes rather than on my heels, like I used to. When I did so walking was much more easier but of course this had some side effect. When I arrived in the kitchen my toes hurt like hell. When I thought about this and reviewed my situation I suddenly realized with utter clarity that I would never be allowed to feel any pleasure any more. My breasts were aching and yearned to be milked, I was horny like hell and there was no way to jack off, my feet were in quite some pain and the diaper certainly didn't make me more comfortable. I again felt tears running down my cheeks. My life would be living hell, just as Victoria promised. Nevertheless I somehow managed to fix breakfast and served it to my tormentors in the red salon. I actually managed to spill nothing. After I put everything on the table Victoria spoke: "Well, we'll practice that, I'll promise, but for now it will do good. You may now eat something yourself... in the kitchen. And one more thing: When I ring this bell, you'll be here instantly. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress Victoria. Thank you, Mistress Victoria," I answered dutifully. Then I curtsied and left for the kitchen. There I realized that I was nearly starving. I fixed me a huge sandwich and got me some milk from the fridge. When I was half way through the sandwich and had half a liter of milk I felt totally bloated. If I'd take another bite I thought I'd burst and vomit all over the place. Normally I would eat two of those sandwiches and have at least a liter of milk with it. Then I remembered Helena telling that she also had worked on my stomach. This had to be the result of this tampering with my innards. Soon I was summoned in the red salon again and was ordered to clean up. Just a minute after I finished this task the doorbell rang. "Slave, answer the door!" Victoria ordered me. "But, Mistress Victoria... I'm naked, and they can see my diapers...," I wailed. "I told you: no more whining! Will you answer the door now or shall I throw you out on the street and make you a cheap hooker?" Victoria threatened. "I'll answer the door, Mistress Victoria." I gave in and left for the front door with one of this humiliating curtsy. When I opened the door a gorgeous woman looked at me. I instantly felt my trapped hormones go turmoil. She first mustered my totally amazed but quickly realized who I was: "My, my, my... You must be the newest work of Mistress Helena! You must have really fucked up! Normally she's much more moderate with her clients, but you... As I see it she has given you the full treatment. Even rendered you incontinent? And these giant breasts... Wow..." Then she began to laugh and I went beet red. "Please, come in, Mistress...," I said searching for a name. "Suzanne," she helped me out. After I led her in the red salon the bitches welcomed her quite gushy, with kisses and all this girl stuff. "My, Helena, what has this poor sissy done that you gave her your full treatment? Even incontinence?" Suzanne asked after the greeting ceremony was over. "Well, he wouldn't hand over his assets to Victoria, so she thought he should get it all. It was quite a job but now she's all yours." Helena said. "Then let's get the show on the road!" Suzanne cheered. Then they led me into the basement where my wife's private beauty salon was for the home visits of Suzanne. I decided that I would absolutely not like what was about to come since they strapped me to the chair but again I had no choice. "So what exactly do you have in mind?" Suzanne asked. "For starters I think some slutty permanent make-up would be good. Then we have to do something with her hair, but that I'll leave in your capable hands," Victoria said. I winced when I heard that. Permanent make-up! My face would be disfigured forever! But I didn't dare to say a word and I truly doubt that anyone in the room except me cared about my concern. In the meantime Helena had fetched Suzanne's torture equipment from the car and was unpacking it. "She has really nice hair. I don't think that we need to do very much with it. I'd suggest we simply let it grow until we can braid it nicely. I'll only trim it a little." Then her scissors went to work. "Now let's start with the make-up. Nice job you've done on her lips, Helena. A little glossy pink lipstick and she'll look like she wants to kiss everyone," Suzanne stated and then took the tattoo-device. It angrily buzzed to life when she dipped it into the color pot. "Now hold still, little sissy! You don't want me to screw this up, don't you?" she commanded and I had no choice but to comply. It stung like hell and I yelped when she drew the first line. "My God, you are really a crybaby... And you have been a real man once? I can't believe it. I think this body represents your soul far more accurately than the former you. Secretly you have always been a pathetic little wimp, a sissy, haven't you? I bet you love to be commanded around by women. I can understand that Victoria had no use for you any more. She needs real men, not such a jellyfish like you," Suzanne teased me while she was working on my lips. And I couldn't defend myself because that would fuck up the tattoo. After what seemed to be an eternity Suzanne eventually finished the lips. "Now close your eyes. I'll now do the eyeshadow. I think some light blue will do very good," Suzanne said. "Yeah, great idea. Blue eyeshadow. I think I'll like that!" Victoria cheered. I was totally lost. I did never ever had any thoughts about this make-up stuff. And anyhow, why should I? I was a man, for heavens sake. The only thing I could say about make-up was whether it looked good or bad on the woman that wore it. So I didn't have the slightest idea how I'd look like after Suzanne was finished with me. So all I could do now was to dutifully close my eyes and hope that it would turn out somewhat decent. It stung like thousands of small needles were penetrating my eyelids when she applied the eyeshadow. My eyes began to tear instantly. For the first time this day it weren't tears of desperation. And, the good thing about this was that she was finished in about a minute. "Now some rework, the eyebrows and we're nearly finished," Suzanne stated. Then she took the menacingly buzzing tattoo stick and began to work on my eyebrows. After another eternity she seemed to be satisfied with the result. "This paste has some really stunning features," Suzanne said and took a pot with some foul smelling paste in it. "It'll make your skin permanently grease-free, give it a really nice taint and bring the permanent make-up to it's wonderful shiny glory. There's one downside, though. It'll hurt like hell, I'm afraid. That's why this wonderful stuff didn't make it to the mass market. So be prepared for some real pain," Suzanne stated coldly. Then she put on a pair of rubber gloves and began to apply the paste to my face. When the fist bit touched my skin I thought I'd die. It felt like my whole face was on fire, and it stung unbelievably. Then everything went black. I passed out because of the pain. They woke me up with smelling salts. By then the pain was thankfully gone. "My, that's a real sissy you have here, Victoria. No real woman I applied that paste to did ever pass out," Suzanne teased. "Yeah, I don't know how I could stand him that long. I should have done this far earlier...," my wife contemplated. "What else can I do for you?" Suzanne asked. I hoped that Victoria was finished with me now, but, of course, this was far from true, unfortunately. "I have an idea. She will be your personal maid, right?" "Of course," Victoria answered. "Then I have this special earrings for her," Suzanne said and took a pair of earrings from the tablet next to her. They were golden and resembled a penis with a sack attached. I winced when I saw these. She had to be kidding with this. "Of course these have a special feature. They can be activated with this remote control. When activated they will emit a really annoying sound only the wearer can hear. It will drive her nuts in about five minutes. The purpose of this is that you won't need to have bells all around the house. Only press this button and she'll know that she is needed," Suzanne explained with a broad smile on her face. "Great! This comes really handy!" Victoria was instantly all for it. "I'll weld it shut on the rear so she won't be able to remove it." Suzanne added while she took the piercing gun from the tray. Then she unceremoniously pierced my ears and attached these ghastly things permanently to my ears. "Do you want to give it a try?" Suzanne asked Victoria after she was finished and handed her the remote. "Sure," Victoria said and pressed the button. Instantly my ears were filled with a really annoying beep. "I can't hear anything." Victoria said slightly disappointed. "Just wait and see," Victoria answered. After about two minutes I thought my head would explode and half a minute later I was crying like a baby and was begging her to turn it off. My wife seemed to be quite pleased by the result. "Very nice!" she cheered. "And I didn't hear anything. This will come really handy. And I really like the looks of these earrings. This makes her the total slut!" "Hmm, I was wondering... I'd really like her to have prominent and sensitive nipples that will get rock hard by the slightest wind. You don't happen to have a solution for this?" my wife asked. "Sure I do! Actually, I hoped you would ask for this! Big rock hard nipples will for sure look absolutely beautiful on these nice tits." Suzanne said enthusiastically. "Just have her wear this special nipple stretchers every night until they fit the size you want. When they are attached to the nipples they will deliver a light currency to them so they will become quite sensitive over the time. Maximum sensitivity will be reached after about 2 weeks, and for the size, well, that depends on your taste." Victoria added with a evil smile. While Suzanne was explaining Victoria how to apply the device it hit me like a truck. I had to pee very bad! I had never felt such an urgent need to pee out of nowhere before. I desperately tried to hold it back but I soon realized that it was futile. So I cried out: "Mistress, a bathroom, please, fast!" when it was too late. I felt the pee flooding my diapers and turn the white diapers yellow. As desperately as I tried, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about this. I felt myself peeing until my bladder was completely empty! This was very frustrating and, above all, utterly humiliating. It felt really strange to pee without my penis. It made me yet more aware of the fact that something important was missing between my legs. While I was trying to handle all these new sensations and reactions of my body I went beet red out of shame and humiliation and the women were vigorously laughing at me. "Wow, what a show!" Suzanne said wiping tears of laughter out of her face. "I can't believe it. She actually peed herself. How disgusting! But quite a show. Would be nice to have this on tape." "I think she had no choice. I think she only can hold it for half a minute max, obviously less, as we have seen," Helena explained. "But you're right: quite a show! I can't get enough of the expression of their faces when they realize that they have no control over their most basic bodily functions." And I was again crying like a baby from shame and humiliation. This couldn't be true. I was definitively diaper dependent! I didn't dare to consider what would happen when I had to shit. Fortunately I didn't have to yet, but the mere thought of this made me cry harder. "Now shut up, sissy!" Suzanne ordered me. "There's work to do. I need to get your hand done. Victoria, what do you think of false long red fingernails on her?" she asked. "Good idea. Go on." Victoria answered. "I have these brand new models. They have some fine features. With a special glue, they merge do the real ones and then can only effectively removed by surgery. Also they're nearly indestructible." she explained while she produced some ridiculously long fingernails from a box. "Try not to hurt yourself with them." Suzanne added with a evil smile. Then she attached these monsters to my real fingernails. Three minutes later the glue had done his magic. When Suzanne checked if they were properly fixed it felt like she was tearing on my natural fingernails. "Done," she stated unceremoniously. "Something else I can do for you?" "Nope, that's it!" Victoria said much to my relief. Then they loosened my restraints and I was allowed to get up. When I was on my feet again I felt the unfamiliar and very disturbing tugging of my breasts on my shoulders. Since they hadn't been milked yet these balloons in front of me were now constantly aching quite severe. "Now take a look at yourself in the mirror," Victoria ordered. So did I. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. An image of the stereotype of a nymphomaniac slut stared back at me. I looked like a total whore! This couldn't be me! My lips where glistering pink and screamed "I wanna suck your dick!" and the pricks dangling from my ears emphasized this impression greatly. When I tried to wipe away the lipstick I totally forgot about my monster fingernails and nearly cut my face with them. Nevertheless the shiny pink wouldn't go away, regardless of how hard I tried. Same with the eyeshadow. This was my face forever! "Now thank Suzanne for the great job she has done," Victoria commanded while I was still gazing at my image. So I turned around and said with a curtsy, "Thank you, Mistress Suzanne." This has to be a really bad dream, my mind screamed, but unfortunately I didn't wake up. In the meantime some drops of milk had formed on the tip of my nipples and the tearing pain in these monsters grew worse. Thankfully Helena noticed the drops of milk on my nipples: "Wow, these hormones are really kicking in! Look, only by merely standing the milk is pushing out. I think she is in desperate need to be milked, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes! Please, Mistress Helena, these monsters are killing me!" I begged. "OK, then let's see if you are a good milker!" Victoria cheered. "Let's go to your new room. There is all we need." I found out that she had totally redesigned my old workroom. She had given away my desk and the cupboards. There was now a large bed and a big closet in that room. Everything was pink or red. I instantly hated the room. Additional to the normal stuff you expect to find in bedrooms there was a shelf with all the stuff I'd need for my new mutilated body. The shelf was filled with disposable diapers and there was a diaper pail beneath. Also there were some odd looking devices on the shelf of which I would soon find out how to use them. "Now sit down at the table and relax," Helena ordered while fetching one of these odd devices from the shelf. "This is your breast pump. It's quite simple to use. See: First lick the suction cups to make them stick better. Then put them on your nipples and turn the pump on. Then relax and enjoy the show. This bottle holds a max of 3 liters, let's see how much you manage." I did like Helena told me. When I turned the pump on I felt a stinging pain and the milk literally shot into the bottle. After the first pain I instantly felt the release and it actually felt pleasurable. While I was watching the milk flowing the one thing happened I earlier didn't dare to think about. All out of nowhere I suddenly felt the overwhelming need to shit. I tried to hold back, but like before when I peed into my diapers, I couldn't fight the urge very long. After about 15 seconds I knew that I would loose the battle. "Please, let me go to the bathroom!" I exclaimed, but then it was too late. First I let out a muffled fart and then I felt how I filled the diaper with a warm gooey mess slowly distributing in my butt-crack toward my sack. I really tried hard but nothing I did stopped the flow. I also felt how I peed myself again. This was utterly disgusting and humiliating. So it's no surprise that I began to cry again. This simply couldn't be true. But it was. The foul smell that surrounded me now told the whole story. I was totally devastated, a crying wreck. The women, of course, began to laugh at me. "How disgusting! To have to sit in your own excrements! But I really liked the puzzled look on her face. And so she is permanently reminded of her state. It really was a nice idea to render her incontinent" Victoria cheered. "Though it smells quite strong...," Suzanne added with a disgusted look on her face. "I thought of purchasing an experimental agent that makes her waste smell like perfume, but then I thought that it would take all the fun out of it. People wouldn't notice her predicament when she is running errands. Now everyone can smell that she is in diapers. Maybe we should have tattooed her face red, so there would be no need any more for her to become red out of shame and humiliation!" Victoria explained. "Yeah, right, there would be no fun in this when nobody knew that she is in diapers," Suzanne agreed. "Please, if I ever should fall in disgrace with you, please tell me before you devise such a plan for me so I can flee the country! Hell, sometimes you are really an evil and mean bitch," Suzanne said laughing. I felt not surprisingly very uncomfortable, I was disgusted by myself. This seemed all so unreal. When I didn't move I couldn't smell my excrements, because the diapers withhold them quite effectively. Nevertheless I constantly felt the gooey mess between my legs. I really thought I couldn't stand this any longer and really thought about saying something. Maybe life as a whore would be way better than this. But then, who would want a blow-job from a whore with soiled diapers? I wouldn't be able to survive only one day on the streets, let alone get enough money to buy diapers. This couldn't be true. I had to think about how to get a constant supply of diapers! Victoria was right: My life _was_ living hell. She really fucked me up. I decided that it would be better to wait and see what was in store for me here. While I was contemplating all these quite unimaginable thoughts I realized that the aching in my tits had subsided and that the constant stream of milk grew less. When I finally turned off the pump my breasts had given away about 1.7 liters of fresh human milk. "Wow, this new drug I gave you is quite effective. A mother nursing a child normally has about 0.6 to 0.9 liters of milk. You're not with a child and have 1.7 liters. Quite impressive," Helena said. Great! To add to my misery I was also the best milker in town. How much worse could it get? I didn't dare to think about it when I pulled the suction cups with a smacking noise from my nipples. "Now, where this job is out of the way, I think it's time to get our little maid to work!" Victoria cheered. "It's time to see how good she is at serving. And, after this hard time preparing our little sissy for work I think we've earned us a relaxing afternoon at the pool. What do you think, Ladies?" Victoria asked. They all agreed. "Then I'll await you properly dressed at the pool in, say, 15 minutes to attend to our needs. Your dresses are in the closet," she ordered while the bitches left for the pool. At first I didn't know what to do. I decided that I didn't like to be commended around like that, since I never have been. But then I thought I really needed to get dressed because I doubt that my wife would grant me considerable for dressing. And my doubts became certainty when I opened the closet. All this frilly female garment! And I had absolutely no idea how to get into this delicate stuff. I thought it would be a good idea to put on a bra first to stop my giant breasts from jiggling. So I approached this task and took one of the bras. I had seen my wife to this many times before, and I myself considered myself being quite good in taking them off, but to put one on myself... So I tried it like I have saw it my wife doing a hundred times before: First fasten the straps in front of myself, then turn the bra around and get the arms through the shoulder straps. Only that this plan had two major flaws. First, my breasts were so big that I couldn't see what I was doing beneath them. So I tried it on one side of my body, but they constantly got in the way. Secondly, these damn long fingernails made it nearly impossible to operate the fasteners properly. When the bra fell down the first time I tried to bend down in the waist to fetch it again. But I could only bend down a couple of centimeters. It felt like I had a corset on, which I hadn't. But the modifications that Helena had performed on my waist had stiffened it and seriously restricted my movement, let alone the little breathing problem I was experiencing. So I went to my knees and got this bra from the floor. It took me 10 minutes alone to put the bra on. Nevertheless, this thing made me more comfortable since it stopped these monsters from jiggling and distributed the weight different, away from my chest alone to my shoulders. Next, I figured out, would be the panties, but I found none anywhere. Maybe the bitches considered the diapers to be my panties. Next would be the stockings. So I took one of these dainty nylon things and sat down on the bed. I felt the gooey mess in my diapers spread even further. This was so humiliating! I don't know how, but I managed to put these things on without making a run in them. But this took me another 5 minutes. Now I could finally put on the maid uniform. This was a piece of cake compared to this very unfamiliar underwear stuff, though there were some obstacles with the rest. It was quite difficult to tie the apron on the back, with the awfully long fingernails, let alone to close the fastener of the choker. And of course the uniform only barely hid my diapers. When I bent down only slightly (not that I could more) my dirty diapers would show. When I was finally clad I took a look at myself in the mirror. And I was still astonished about what looked back at me: A slutty maid who literally screamed for being raped. I would never ever get used to it. Properly clad I made my way down to the pool in small mincing steps to serve the two bitches. When I arrived there my feet were aching like hell and I was severely out of breath. Due to the procedure performed on my waist my inner organs had moved upward toward the lung taking nearly all the space it normally had to expand. So my lung volume was down to almost nothing. "There you are! You're half an hour late! This will be punished. While we are think of a proper punishment you may fetch us three margaritas." my wife ordered. "At least you're properly clad." After I made my curtsy I went off to the kitchen quite fast, since I couldn't stand the view any longer. Despite the awful things they had done to me I was still a man inside. And sight of these bitches lying bare naked at the pool still made me horny. Especially Helena would have gotten me off in seconds, if I still had my penis. Her body was perfect, absolutely impeccable. If I had been able to I would have raped her on the spot. But now all I felt was deep frustration. The hormones were raging inside me but there was no outlet for the pressure. Normally my boner would have torn my pants apart but unfortunately there wasn't even a single muscle left to flex which could provide me some release. All I felt down there was pee dripping out of my pee-hole into my diapers. So I tried to get the image of Helena out of my mind but it didn't work. She simply was too perfect. When I returned to the pool there were still images of me plunging my cock deep into Helena wandering about my mind. I couldn't help myself. After I served them the margaritas my wife spoke, "I think we found the proper punishment for you: Tomorrow you'll have a dentist's appointment where all your teeth will be removed. Then dentures with some special features will be made for you. You'll see... It's a surprise! How do you like this idea?" I winced and was absolutely terrified but managed to say with whining Voice, "Whatever you say, Mistress Victoria." "Good." my wife answered. "Then go and get the phone so Helena can make the necessary arrangements." So I fetched the phone and then had to hear what Helena was arranging for me: "...Yeah, listen, I've another project running. Do you have time for it tomorrow? ... Great! ... Yes, complete removal of the teeth... No, no total anesthesia, that would take her all the fun! ... And of course she'll need some dentures after wards. Some of your specials... Great, and thank you very much. See you tomorrow!" "We have an appointment at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. She agreed to come early for this job. Isn't that great?" Helena cheered. "Yes, really nice of your friend, isn't it, little sissy?" my wife said in my direction. If they hadn't tattooed the make-up on my face, I'd be deathly pale by now. All my teeth torn out of my mouth while I was conscious! I was sure I would die a thousand deaths tomorrow. All I could say on this was, "Yes, very nice of her, Mistress Victoria." "Now that we've done you this favor that you'll get rid of your ugly teeth tomorrow I think it's time that you do us a favor in return," Victoria said wickedly. This was getting better and better! So ripping out all my teeth was a favor! But again I managed to suppress the urge to choke these two bitches to death and merely asked: "And what would that be, Mistress Victoria?" "You were never willing to eat my pussy. Maybe because of some macho stuff in your head but that doesn't matter any more. Now you've no choice. Get on your knees and show me how good you are with your tongue. Hopefully you can do a better job with it than you did with your pathetic little cock," Victoria said. Then she spread her legs and gave me full access to her pussy. Before refused to eat her out because I thought it was for wimps only. She had to give me a blow job if I wanted to but me eating her out? Never! But now I had no choice any more and so I got onto my knees and buried my face deep into her cunt. At first I was totally disgusted. Her juices in my face! But soon the pheromones kicked in and I began to like her taste. It made me horny even though I deemed pussy eating disgusting. Again my body betrayed me. I didn't know what to do first but slowly I noticed that every time I came near her clit she began to moan more lustfully and trembled a little. So I concentrated my effort in that region. Soon her juices were virtually squirting into my face and I was so horny that I tried to finger myself. When I felt the dirty diaper my hormone driven mind remembered my predicament and I withdrew my hand immediately. Then I remembered the sensitiveness of my nipples and began to caress them instead. This made me even hornier but didn't bring the desperately longed release. It felt good, but didn't bring me over the edge. In the meantime my wife was riding my face in ecstasy while I was working on her clit with my tongue. Then, suddenly she came. First her body froze. Then her whole body began to tremble and she let out a passionate cry of Ecstasy. It's seemed to last forever. "Don't stop! That was wonderful!" she screamed after that. After I had driven her into three earthquake-like orgasms she pushed me away. "That's enough. It was wonderful!" she managed to say totally exhausted while I was still fingering my nipples through my uniform in sheer desperation. I needed to cum so badly but my body denied me the release. I was crying with frustration. "How about you, Helena," my wife asked her. "I'd love to. She seems to be a natural!" she answered. So I dutifully crawled over to her and got my tongue to work again. Soon I had her juices also flowing. She tasted sooo good! This and her naked image in my mind made me even hornier. I didn't think that it was possible, but unfortunately it was. Soon the raging hormones had taken total control over my body again. After I had driven her to four consequent orgasms she also pushed me away totally exhausted. After I finished off Suzanne my face was covered with the juices of all three of them. And I still hadn't cum. I was so desperate to cum that this time my hand had found it's way into my dirty diaper and I was fingering the remnants of my sac. "Look, she's so desperate to cum that she's playing with her balls even though they're covered with her own excrements! What a sight!" my wife laughed out when she saw me pulling my shit covered hand out of the dirty diaper. "Wow, she must be really desperate to cum!" Helena laughed. I sat there like a picture of misery while unbelievingly staring at my dirty hand. I couldn't believe that I did this! "Now get your hand clean, cunt!" my wife ordered me with a vicious glow in here eyes. I didn't know how to construe this glow right away but then I remembered. Should ever my waste soil anything else than my diapers I was to lick it up instantly! I nearly threw up by the thought of this but then I heard my wife talking again: "And don't dare to vomit or we'll have to make a special shit-eating training." I began to clean my hand but this was too much for me. Soon I spat out all my stomach was willing to give. But my wife didn't care. I had to lick until my hand was clean. After that I was a total wreck. But again they didn't care. "Now clean up the mess here!" my wife ordered. When my sobbing became even harder my wife added: "You may use the proper tools for this." "Thank you very much, Mistress Victoria!" I said while I felt a ton's weight falling of my shoulders. After I had cleaned up the mess I made I got new orders from Victoria: "You may now change your diapers. Then you will begin cleaning the house. Start with the bathrooms. In general cleaning this house is your primary task aside from attending to my personal needs. Whenever you don't have any special job to do you'll start cleaning something on your own. Whenever I'll summon you, you'll stop doing whatever you're doing and immediately come to me. Is that understood?" I felt utterly humiliated when I said, "Yes, Mistress Victoria." Then I went off with a curtsy. ME having to do this menial tasks! These were the jobs we had servants for! But obviously my wife had chosen me to be the charwoman of this house. At least she had eventually allowed me to change my diapers! I was nearly as desperate to get out of the disgusting dirty diapers as I was to cum. Adjacent to my room was a newly installed bathroom with only a shower and a basin inside, lacking a toilet of course. The dirty diaper and the wasted baby wipes to get myself clean all went into the diaper pail also placed in the bathroom. I felt much better after I was in a clean diaper. But of course this didn't last long. While cleaning the first bathroom I had to learn that when some liquid was in my bladder or something was in my rectum while I was exerting myself I couldn't hold it. So I felt pee constantly dribbling into my diaper and shit oozing out of my rectum. This was utterly disgusting but there was absolutely nothing I could do against it, and believe me, I tried hard. To add to my misery my breasts were full of milk again and ached constantly. Needless to say that the bitches summoned me with these hideous earrings to serve them something to drink so often that I lost count. At the end of that day the three bitches were severely drunk and I was totally wasted. I felt dirty over and over and my whole body hurt. After I put them to bed I was finally dismissed. The first thing I did before going to bed was milking me. Again I extracted 1.4 liters of milk. Maybe I'll get used to it sometimes, but I really doubt it. Then I put the nipple stretchers on, as I was ordered. These things were quite painful and the constant trickling was very annoying, but this didn't prevent me from falling asleep from exhaustion. The next morning I awoke at 6 o'clock by the sound of the earrings. I had muscle ache everywhere, but I managed to get to the bedroom of my wife in no time since the sound got more and more painful. She had a really bad hangover and after I brought her an alcar seltzar I got my instructions. "Get yourself ready for the day, change your diapers and get a shower, then fix a breakfast. Have the breakfast ready at 7 o'clock." Then I was dismissed. I got ill when I thought about the appointment I had today, but there was no way around this, unfortunately. Back in my room I began to prepare myself. First the milking. This time it was quite painful and I was glad when it was over. The nipple stretchers made a horrible job. My nipples were much more prominent now and hypersensitive. While showering every drop of water that hit my nipples stung like hell and the bra didn't make me more comfortable. At least I got all the jobs done in that little time I had. At seven o'clock all three bitches assembled in the red salon to have breakfast. I was allowed to have something to eat in the kitchen. Thereafter, since having no special task to do, I continued cleaning the house. I hated doing this deeply, but I didn't want to find out what punishment the bitches would devise next. After some time I was summoned and we departed for the dentist. I was so nervous that I constantly peed myself. Also this was the first time I was seen in public like this. At the practice of Helena's friend I introduced myself to the receptionist as I was told: "Hi, I've an appointment at 8 o'clock with the doctor. I want to have all my teeth removed so I can give better blow-jobs." I wished to vanish into thin air while I was saying this but unfortunately this didn't happen. The mere thought of touching another man's penis gave me the creeps let alone giving someone else a blow- job, but since I hadn't any real choice lately any more I had to endure also this humiliation. The receptionist wasn't really prepared for my performance and stared unbelievingly at me. Then her astonishment turned into revulsion. "Gee, what's wrong with you? Why would someone have such a thing done to oneself? Are you insane or are you really such a pathetic nymphomaniac bitch?" she said utterly disgusted. "Please, just inform the doctor that I am here," I pleaded. "Wow, you really want to have it done, don't you? You're quite a slut! I've never met a more pathetic and disgusting person before and I hope I never will again... But anyhow, I'll go and tell the doctor," she said and turned away in disgust. I felt like crying but since this would only bring wrath of the women down unto me I decided to simply smile like a bimbo slut and say, "Thank you." She went away shaking her head totally misjudging the situation. Soon she came back with the doctor in her coat-tails. The doctor also didn't believe his eyes when he saw me. He totally failed to hide his astonishment. "Hello Helena! How are you? Long time no see...," he greeted Helena while still mustering my appearance unbelievingly. "Hi Mark!" Helena answered. "Indeed, we should reall