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Part of the RANDOM VICTORIES universe. See LEGEND OF HAIR HOUSE. You're Gonna Carry that Weight Chapter 1: Under Pressure Jim was staring at the wall of his dorm room. He had not slept for thirty hours and the books before him were starting to blur. It was the beginning of finals week. Empty pizza boxes were all over the floor and his sweat suit was feeling very grungy. It was two years since he and Sharon had graduated high school. She had gone to a school in the next state and Jim had gone to the local university. He was taking a general math and science emphasis, but had not settled in on a major. Sharon had focus. She was working on pre med, she knew she wanted to be a psychiatrist and she was on a volleyball scholarship. Jim had not had time to make the swim team with his course load. Jim stood up and shook his head to clear it. He went into the bathroom and splashed some water onto his face. Taking the hair clip holding his ponytail in place out, he gathered his mid back length hair and refastened it. He heard a knock on his door. "It's open - the money is on the table. Leave the pie!" he yells, assuming it was the pizza guy. He hears the door open and then close. Suddenly his sweat pants are pulled down, exposing his jockies. He startles and yells "What!" Sharon starts laughing. She is standing behind him. She has become very beautiful, from her elegant chin length hairdo to her expensive silk blouse and jeans. "Jim, you stink! You need a shower!" "I wasn't expecting company." says Jim, pulling his pants back up. Sharon kisses him passionately, squeezing him. She finishes and steps back. "Jim, I had a short break so I stopped here on my way to see the parents." Sharon continues to look Jim over. She continues. "How's your Mom?" "She's great. She is working for Michael's mother as an administrative assistant now, even though she doesn't need to. Since Michael left and I'm out here, they keep each other company." Jim answers. "I'll bet they do that." Sharon says cattily. "Mom's happy, so what the hell. She and Michael also go out from time to time." Sharon looks Jim over one more time. "Jim, you have not been swimming regularly, have you? And living on pizza and sugary drinks?" "Sharon, it's finals! I don't have time!" "Lift up your shirt Jim." Sharon says in that tone, the one Jim knows he only argues with if it's important. Jim lifts up the smelly sweatshirt. "Hello my little friends, come to momma!" Sharon leans forward and kisses Jim's chest, which has gotten pronouncedly chubby. "They look like they are almost a B cup, Jim. Did you bring any bras with you this semester? And I noticed your butt. No wonder you are wearing sweatpants. I bet your jeans don't fit anymore!" (Note: See Legend of Hair House. Jim's fat distribution pattern has been modified by the reality shifting Miss M. If he gains weight the fat goes to his chest, hips and rear end first. If he exercises it goes away over time.) "It's okay Sharon, I am going to start swimming when I get past cramming." Jim says sheepishly. "I haven't had this problem since we came back from Europe two years ago. It took me three months to work that off." "That's because you got addicted to Belgian chocolates. We were both little blimps after that trip. But I remember you were the one who got pinched all the time." Sharon smiled. "Now you need two hours off out of this room and then eight hours sleep. Go shower and I'll be right back." Jim decided she was right and jumped in the shower. He put his hair in a shower cap as there wouldn't be time to deal with it wet. He finishes and puts on a pair of jockies and white nylon socks, which he pulls up over his knees and clips into the garters. Sharon walks in and hands him a white high waisted panty girdle. "I used this when I wrenched my back. It was big on me but it should fit you. Then you can wear some decent pants. I'd loan you a bra but at the rate you are going you won't be my size until Friday." Sharon giggles. Jim can't argue as those were his last sweatpants not in the laundry. Jim pulls on the girdle. It fits really snug around his rear, but compresses his hips. He puts on a dress shirt and inserts some pads in the front of his jeans. The jeans fit, but his rear end looks a little too rounded. His breasts are not visible under his shirt, which fits loosely. He makes sure it is buttoned up almost all the way. He brushes out his hair and decides to wear it down. He and Sharon go out for a walk in the late spring air. Chapter 2: She's BAAAAACCKKK!!!!! When Jim and Sharon return, Jim is exhausted and ready to sleep. As they enter his room close the door there is a soft 'Pop!' behind them. There is Miss M, smiling. "Hello Jim and Sharon. It is good to see you again!" She is her normal poised self, wearing a short black low cut cocktail dress, fishnet stocking and black stiletto heels. A mink wrap is around her shoulders and her blonde hair cascades past her breasts with a pronounced flip curl on the end. "Jim, I just loved this outfit when you wore it last so I had a copy made. You really developed great fashion sense for one so young." Miss M continued. Jim and Sharon are both stunned. "Love your hair Miss M, Number 29, isn't it?" Jim says, regaining his composure. "Yes, Jim, I wore it in your honor. Now, I need to ask for your help but we must go somewherewhen else right now. Will you come?" "But I have finals!" Jim pleads. "Jim, I know that. I promise you won't miss a microsecond. In fact you will have extra time to study when you are done. Trust me?" Jim and Sharon exchange looks. They nod at each other. Miss M smiles and as she is about to motion with her hand, Jim thinks, "Did she say somewherewhen? What the heck does that mean?" It all goes black. Chapter 3: Get Your Kicks Off Route 66 Jim feels a sudden pressure all over his body, inside and out. Then 'Pop!' and he is in what looks like an expensive hotel suite with a huge mural window. Miss M and Sharon are standing next to him. They are overlooking a vast mountain range, but Jim has no clue where they are. Looking to side, it appears that the room is part of a complex built into the side of a mountain. There is a sheer drop below. "This is a way station we use for getting ready for our work. We can be here undisturbed. Oh and don't go outside or open the window. Not only is it a long drop but you will have difficulty with the air. It is not what you are used to." Miss M lectured as she walked over to one of the doors. "Okay, I'll ask the stupid question. Where are we?" Sharon goes. "Wherewhen would be a better question." Miss M pauses for theatrical effect. "This is an area off the charted parts of the Realities. Think of it as a base of operations. Now I know you are tired so Jim you have this suite and the adjoining suite is for Sharon. I have stocked them appropriately for each of you. I will see you when you awake." she gestured through the connecting door to an identical room. Sharon entered to look. Jim sat on the bed in the first room. He felt very tired and immediately fell asleep. Jim woke up feeling wonderful, more rested than he had felt in weeks. He sits up in the bed. He sees his reflection in the window. His hair has been washed and set in lavender colored rollers, which match his nightgown. All of his clothes are gone. He is wearing a facial mask and his nails have been manicured but not polished. His panties match the nightgown. Most guys would panic, but Jim remains calm. Been there, done that. A girl about twelve enters the room. She is dressed in the same outfit Miss M had on when he last saw her, even the mink wrap. She curtsies. Jim nods his head. "Hello," Jim says "I'm Jim, what do I call you?" The girl giggles and says, "I know who you are. I got you all cleaned up and ready. I am your Monitor. Remember the units you used at your wherewhen? I'm a little more sophisticated version. I'm just a projection. Would you like some assistance getting ready? I know you are currently unfamiliar with your surroundings and Miss M wants to see you soon." Jim decides to go with the flow. "Okay. Go ahead. But I can't call a cute girl Monitor. You need another name." The girl laughs. "I should be insulted. I am modeled after a small boy, but Miss M is somewhat whimsical when specifying station uniforms, and this one is in your honor, I understand. Relax and let me guide you." Jim relaxes and finds his body moving under the control of the Monitor. Unlike the units he used back home, there is no dream state, just a detached feeling. He disrobes, washes up, and goes into the closet. There he picks out a bra and jockies, full slip and fishnet hose. He then sits at a vanity and applies some make up and fixes his hair in his signature hairstyle. Add the black dress, wrap and heels and he is given back control of his body. He notices his breasts seem bigger, maybe a C cup already. The dress compliments his derriere (why did I think that word Jim wonders). Sharon meanwhile, in the other suite is being guided by a small twelve year old girl in jeans and a workshirt. She washes her face and pulls her hair back in a short ponytail. She puts on a sports bra, plain cotton panties and white ankle length sweatsocks. She finds a work shirt, which fits loosely and tucks it into a pair of well worn plain jeans. Black engineer boots finish the look. Her pink nails are still there. "At least this is comfortable." She says to the little girl. "Damn right." is the reply. Chapter 4: Your mission, should you choose... Jim and Sharon are in another room with a magnificent view of the mountains. They are seated together on a couch. There is a fire in the corner fireplace. Sharon keeps sliding her hand up Jim's dress and Jim keeps slapping it away. They are laughing. She has complemented him on his looks, especially his cleavage. He smiles and says she looks comfortable. She agrees. Miss M walks in. "Good day. I hope you two are rested?" she asks. "Great." goes Sharon "I slept well." Said Jim. They both knew Miss M would tell them things when she was ready and not before. Miss M walks over to Jim. "Please stand up, Jim, let me look at you." Jim stands. "You are coming along well, as I hoped. I'm glad these are so plump already." Miss M touches Jim's exposed breast with a single red fingertip. "You knew I was gaining weight?" Jim says, confused. "I knew you would be when you agreed to go on this mission for us." Miss M smiles. "But I don't know what it is! How can I have agreed?" Jim is more confused. "We contacted you as soon as it became obvious we would need you. You, or rather shall we say the part of you we talked to, agreed. The rest was asleep at the time. We are here now for conscious consent. You can still turn us down, but it is unlikely. Your 'essence' or 'unconscious' agreed to gain weight one of your weeks ago." "So we are here to have you explain to us something we already know, to decide on something we already agreed to? Is that it?" asks Sharon. "Something like that. Conscious consent is most important but we needed to put things in motion prior to it. Nothing was irreversible. Now will you listen?" Miss M said patiently. She was calm, sitting on a chair in her usual tight skirted suit with a lot of cleavage showing. Jim and Sharon agree. Miss M began. "You know my people work across multiple places and times, all parts of the Reality defined by human consciousness. We mostly observe, and occasionally run experiments in order to learn how it is all put together. People's awareness drives the definition of the universe and gender is one of the keys to understanding it. There are two groups, which approach the study. Mine looks for gender openness and less constriction and the other one looks at the power of firm gender identity." "Good guys and bad guys? The other group is the bad guys?" Jim asks. Before Miss M can answer, a tall man walks in and says, "I see I got here just in time, Marjorie. I want to hear your answer to that." Jim and Sharon are staring. The man is about six foot three inches with a strong, masculine face. The face is obscured a bit by heavy eye makeup, long false eyelashes and bright pink lipstick. He looks even taller on his six inch stiletto heels. He is wearing a pink frilly bustier which barely contains huge breasts, at least a DD or E, Jim guesses. The outfit is completed by black sheer hose gartered to a frilly pair of jockies, which leave no doubt about his being very well endowed. His hair is blonde and in a number 29 style. The man takes a seat. Sharon's eyes are glued to his crotch, her mouth wide open. She recovers and looks away. "Welcome. Jim and Sharon I would like you to meet Mister M." Miss M announces, smiling widely. "Mister M?" Sharon goes "Does that mean you are..." "We are coworkers. Mister M is the head of the other group, which explores firmer identities." Miss M is giggling. Jim has never seen her giggle. Mister M speaks up. "I want you to know this silly tradition is getting out of hand. I knew you would get me good after the last time, but this." He makes a standard "stacked" gesture Jim immediately recognizes as a "guy thing", two hands held out in front of the chest, palms in, finger spread, waving slightly. Miss M feigns anger. "Last time! The last time I needed your help you made me come with mine as big as unintelligible and wearing less than an unintelligible!!! Half your staff had their tongues on the floor for the whole meeting and the men were almost as bad!!!" "Okay, okay, I guess our predecessors started this embarrassing tradition to minimize the requests. So now I am here and I need your help, Marjorie. Now let's hear your explanation to these nice young people." Mister M goes. Jim and Sharon both find him immensely likable. "Back to where I was." Miss M began. "Okay. Not good guys and bad guys Jim, more like the Physics and Chemistry departments at your school. We study different aspects of the same thing, sometimes compete for resources but we all are in the same big group. Right, Martin?" Mister M nods. "Well said Marjorie. Proceed. May I have a robe or something? It's a bit drafty with just this on." "Certainly, Martin. I have a something nice set aside in the closet for you. You should be able to participate while you put it on." Mister M gets up and goes to the closet. "Where was I?" Miss M continues. "Oh yes. Sometimes we encounter situations which are harmful and in rare occasions we have had to make adjustments to prevent great pain and a potential disruption in the Reality. And sometimes..." her voice gets stern, "we make our own mess and need to correct it." Mister M returns, wearing a floor length velvet gown which appears to have been custom made for him. "Yes, Marjorie, this one is my fault." "Yes Martin, I'm glad you admitted it, like I did the last time. Okay. Now we come to your part. Jim, we need you to go somewherewhen and play a role, a role where you appear female. You will pop in, go to the nearest public unit, staying in character and connect. Sharon, when Jim connects, you need to disconnect him and pop out. You are strictly his backup. The whole thing should take an hour, after you are prepared. But we need you to do it in twenty four hours." "Sounds easy. What's the preparation?" Jim asks. "To pull this off, it must be done by a genetic male, but one who can project an essence which is mostly female. Jim, the last time we met, you could project male or female essence depending on your feelings at the time. That is rare. We need to let you focus on projecting female before you go in. Otherwise you would be detected immediately." "Detected by who?" Sharon chimes in, a worried look crossing her face. "By the real bad guys. Some people who left my group and are operating solo. We must stop them or millions of innocent women will be permanently damaged, followed by the men who are bonded to them." Mister M said, a grimace in his voice. "Okay and if we get caught?" Jim asks. "You get stuck in a very bad role until we get another team in to try. Sharon, too, if she gets caught. Marjorie let me describe the situation." Mister M said. "Proceed, Martin. I hate this part." Miss M said. She was clearly upset. Mister M went on. "A small group of ten new students in my group, five men and five women, have gone down a bad path in gender theory. The theory is the creation of four genders coupled with active and passive. Everywhere we see this in the Reality it has led to misery. All people are capable of being active and passive. This group is using our "units" as you know them to take a wherewhen -call it a region of a planet and set themselves up as the actives and turn the natives to passives. The men and women are finding other outlets for the essence, the women and some men by eating and the rest of the men by senseless violence. They are being totally conditioned to support the sexual desires of the ten, and there are millions of them. It is similar to the Afghanistan Talaban situation in your world, a classic case study." Miss M interjects, "Ignore that Jim, Sharon, that's a coming somewhen for you." "My apologies - Marjorie is the real expert on your home. The unit's signal is targeted to women. If we can get a man into the conditioning station, then we can introduce a 'computer virus' into the system and break the lock. Once their units are down, we can Pop in and clean up." "Computer Virus?" goes Jim, "I work with the computers at college but I never heard of this virus thing. Is it like Fortran or something?" "Sorry, later somewhen. Just think of it as a bad program. The challenge is one of the ten is always at the conditioning center. If they detect the essence of a male in the crowd of thousands of women who flow through, they grab them." Mister M continues. "And you know this because you have already tried this, right?" Sharon, asks. "I knew I liked you." Mister M goes on. "Yes, we have had three good men who have been sent back to us requiring total personality rebuilds. You do not want to go through that. But none of them were close to you Jim. Aside from Marjorie, I am probably the most essence sensitive around and you have been projecting 75% woman since I arrived. That would be enough to let you get by their scan, but I would feel better if you could do about 80%-90% and never drop below 75% even under severe stress. So, Marjorie, tell him your plan." "Before she does that, what percent woman am I projecting?" Sharon asks. "A true gentleman never reveals that for a lady, my dear, and you are truly a lady." Mister M says with a deep and sexy voice. His masculinity is obvious despite his appearance. Sharon blushes deeply. Miss M continues. "We need you to take some time, about six of your months to get into character in a safe place. We will give you all of the things you will need, help you with your physical appearance and your projected essence. You must practice and depend on each other to reinforce the roles you will need to project." Jim interrupts, "Miss M, I thought we had to do this in twenty four hours. How do we fit in six months? And I don't want to be selfish but I thought I could finish my finals." "Jim, shut up. Think about what wherewhen means. I assume we pop to someplace, spend six months and then pop to the target? And then Jim's room just when we left, assuming we make it?" Sharon goes. Miss M smiles. They were falling into the roles already. "Yes Sharon, that's it. It does give us some flexibility. The bad guys are stuck wherewhen they are since we detected the problem. Martin and I need your decision now as he must get many things into motion and I need to get you started as soon as possible." Jim and Sharon exchange glances. They both nod. "We'll do it." Martin stands up, gently grasps Sharon's hand and kisses it. "Thank you, my lady." He turns to Jim, gently grasps his hand and kisses it too. "And thank you, my lady." He turns to Miss M, gives her a big kiss on the lips and says, "Marjorie, always a pleasure. See you on the beach when this is done." Miss M smiles, catching her breath. "I'll help you exercise those off, Martin, it'll be fun." She says, indicating Martin's breasts. "By the way, Marjorie, where did you get the idea for this hair and boob combo?" Martin goes, as he begins to leave. "A TV show from their home - called Baywatch, a character named Pamela something. Bye bye Martin." "I know, a later somewhen." goes Sharon to Jim. "Sounds like we have some weird stuff coming in the future." Martin turns to face Jim, gently cups his own bosom with his hands and says, "By the way Jim, do you ever get used to these?" "After a while, it feels strange without them." Jim laughs. Martin leaves. He projects a voice to Miss M through the Monitor system. Only she can hear it. "He will do well, darling. He is our last hope before we have to contain this the hard way. Good luck and make them ready." She projects back. "Yes, dear, and by the way, you do look lovely. I've seldom seen your feminine side so well displayed. " He answers back. "Feels like tits on a bull, but I'll bet you could make it worthwhile. Bye bye." The connection breaks. Chapter 5: "He makes loves just like a woman, he gains weight just like a woman, but he snacks just like a little girl." Jim and Sharon are sitting on the sofa in their little rental cottage. Jim is eating chocolates and Sharon is flipping through channels on the television. They have been here for three months and are fitting in well. "Do you want anything special for dinner tomorrow night, Sharon? I'm going to the market with some of the girls tomorrow." Jim says, chewing on another chocolate. "Whatever you want sweetie, just keep it simple for me." Sharon gives Jim's right breast a gentle squeeze. "These are so soft, baby." Jim blushes. "I feel like a cow." he whines, his high pitched voice squeaking, as he chews another candy. Jim has gained about sixty pounds over his trim weight of 160 His breasts are DD cups, his butt spreads well out to the sides and he has a belly bulge. His face is round and he has a double chin . His hair is in rollers and he is lounging in a nightgown and slippers. Sharon is in her work clothes, denim overalls, workshirt and workboots. Her hands are as clean as she can make them but have dirt and grease in edges and cracks. She has a crew cut and her arm muscles are bulging. She has a tattoo, which says 'Jimmie' in a heart on her left arm. She looks very butch. "To me you look sexy. Those hooters are amazing!" Sharon grabs a handful and kisses them. "Plus, you said the magic word! I am instructed to make you feel wanted and fulfilled so get to bed, my little pillowbutt." Sharon helps Jim get up. They head for the bedroom. "Take them all off Jimmie, I want to see you in the flesh tonight. I'll be right out." Sharon calls from their little bathroom. Jim takes off his panties and slippers and undoes his nightgown. He crawls under the sheet, his breasts bouncing. Sharon steps out. She turns on the light. Jim see her muscular arms, her rough hands and her slim torso, her waist narrow and her rock hard stomach. Her breasts are much smaller than they were, about A cups. Jim regrets that, but trusts Miss M's assurance that nothing done is permanent. Sharon is grinning. "We've had our fun with your 'adjusted' equipment up to now Jimmie, but it should be healed enough to handle my surprise." Sharon is kneeling by the bed. "First let's warm you up." Sharon sticks out her tongue and pushes Jim's legs apart. She begins bringing Jim to climax. Jim remembers the process back at Miss M's base. One of her staff had explained the regression of his male equipment to prepubescent stage, then incorporated them inside a pseudolife vagina. It bonded and linked with his nervous system. Miss M then came in, hooked him up to a unit and told him she was "delocalizing" his orgasm in his essence. She made him a solemn promise he would be restored "to the same or even better than before, if you want that." Sharon had been given full instructions of what she needed to do to maximize Jim's pleasure. Miss M has coached Sharon. "Remember, Sharon, you must make Jim feel wanted, desired and sexy. You know what that means, and it is even more important as he gets fatter and his self image gets in doubt. You will be his powerful protector and he wants you to think him beautiful and desirable." "I know the drill, Miss M. I am a woman, you know. I know the insecurities we get." Sharon said. Miss M laughs. "Yes, my dear. Jimmie is the key, but he cannot do this without you. He will also need you to bring him back, not just physically, but in his spirit. He is transferring his manhood to you, for a while. Keep it safe for him." Jim squeals in his new voice. That was another adjustment, along with minimizing his 'Adam's apple' on his throat. He thought he sounded like an airhead, but had gotten used to it. "Shar, oh, oh oh oh AHHHHHH!" He can never believe what these "delocalized" orgasms do to him. It feels like his whole body is vibrating. Jim is panting. He whispers, "Your turn, Sharon." Sharon lies next to him on the bed. "Okay, Jimmie Pillowbutt, try out my surprise!" Jim struggles to get up, his fat preventing an easy movement. He sits up and sees Sharon is also newly equipped. "Same stuff as yours Jimmie and it connects right inside me. I can't do yours like I used to but you can do mine." Sharon smiles. "Warm me up and I'll really get you going, unless you don't want some more of what we just had." Jim grins. "Any special instructions?" "No Jim, a little saliva gets it going." Jim proceeds to bring Sharon to a huge erection. After a few minutes, Sharon pulls Jim back, says "Lay down you sexy woman" and proceeds to use her new capability to bring Jim to the edge of delirium. Jim squeals, "Oh YESSSSSSSS!" Sharon joins him and they lay down, spent and happy. Later, Sharon removes her device and places it in the special cocoon. She doesn't want to shock the boys at the garage, who are already a bit scared of her. Chapter 6: Roseanne plays Donna Reed When they popped into their training wherewhen, Sharon and Jim found all the arrangements were done for them to be the new people in the neighborhood. Everyone assumed they were a lesbian couple, as Jimmie already had an accelerated start on the fattening process at the base and looked like a pudgy housewife. Sharon had a job as a mechanic at the local truck dealership and was the most butch woman anybody had ever seen. She was very nice but never said much to the neighbors. She was an ace mechanic, thanks to the tutoring by her unit, and was respected by all of the guys at the shop. She was also really strong, thanks to another enhancement at the base. Jim got to work keeping house, and eating constantly. He was the favorite neighborhood housewife, volunteering to make clothes, cook or just serve coffee and cakes in his kitchen. While everyone liked him, all of the other neighbors commented behind his back what a shame that nice young girl was putting on so much weight. It must be difficult living with such a tough woman. Jimmie, (what a strange name) was such an airhead she could not even drive, and so she traded favors and baked goods for rides to go shopping. She kept such a neat house and always had her hair, face and nails perfect during the day, and she almost always wore dresses. She was a little funny, though, as she acted like she had never heard of cable TV or cell phones, but she was always pleasant, and she made such wonderful clothes, all by herself. She never missed her soap operas, sitting and snacking through them all. She was always available to do your nails or style your hair or just chatter about nothing in particular. One time in the supermarket, Jimmie's rear bumped a display and knocked it over. Another customer, a man from out of the immediate neighborhood, yelled at Jimmie to watch where she was going, anybody that fat should not be allowed in here. Jimmie burst into tears. One of her friends went up to the man and told him that he had better apologize right now or her husband, "Bonecrusher" Jones would be visiting him, while the rest of the girls consoled Jimmie. Jimmie got the apology. Meanwhile Sharon was having a great time going out with the other guys once a week. One of them had tried to feel her up the first week, which required her to break his arm. She got respect after that. She regularly won arm wrestling contests over beer, but she never stayed out long and made sure Jim did not feel ignored. As Jim sank deeper into the passive, helpless persona, Sharon got more protective. One day, Sharon came home and Jimmie asked her to wear her 'special equipment' more often. She started wearing it all the time since he had begged her to do it. Jimmie had been talking to the girls about how they kept their men interested. From then on, she was subject to Jimmie pulling Sharon's pants down, kneeling in front of her and bringing her to climax right on the spot. By the sixth month, Jimmie was wearing mu-mus around the house and was up to an EE bra. He was around 280 pounds and felt every one of them whenever he moved. Sharon was wondering when they would be recalled, as Jimmie was finding even walking difficult over any distance. She would often find him crying about being a whale, and spent a lot of time convincing him he was her sexy lover. Sharon is having the breakfast Jimmie has made for her. She looks over at him and smiles. "Jimmie, you always make me happy. I would do anything to see you smile." Jimmy, hair as usual in rollers but his face perfectly made up, puts a long pink fingertip to his lip and several tears rolls down his wobbly cheeks. He quivers and through the gauzy nightgown Sharon can see his ponderous breasts sway inside the sleep bra and his butt wiggle inside his large pink panties. Sharon stands up and hugs him, wrapping her arms around him. She seems to tower over him, although she is only an inch taller. Jimmie smiles, then laughs and kneels down, opening Sharon's zipper. After Jimmie is finished, Sharon sits down, her pants open and breathing hard. Jimmie kisses her on the lips. He then says, "Sharon, I think we may be about done here." "What makes you think so?" Sharon says. "I'm no longer hungry. I just want to get my figure back." Suddenly, they popped back to the base. Chapter 7: Into the Fire Jim arrives back in the suite he first stayed in. The twelve year old little boy is wearing a matching nightgown, his hair in rollers and he is very fat. "Hello, Monitor. Are we ready to go?" Jim asks timidly. "Almost. We just need to get you dressed for the target wherewhen. Sharon is also being prepared." A while later, Jim is dressed in what looks like a harem outfit. Lots of silk and gauzy veils, loose pants and soft shoes. His hair is tied up into a bun with silk scarves streaming down. His breasts are held in place by a set of straps, which lift them for prominent display as they are clearly visible through the gauze. His new panties seem to be almost transparent. He is allowed no makeup and his nails are cleared of polish. Miss M walks in and hugs him. Jim feels happy to see her. She explains the details of the target and his job while the Monitor is embedding the "virus" deep into his mind. "Jimmie, you will appear outside the town where one of the condition centers is located. All you need to do is find the line of women waiting to be conditioned, get on line, get to the unit when it is your turn, touch it like all of the women before you and then you are done." Jim had become his role and was acting very unsure of him/herself. "I think I can do that." he squeaks demurely. Miss M touches his face gently. "Of course you can dear. We girls can do whatever we need to, especially to help others. You have done well, as I sense your essence to project almost totally woman. No one will suspect your true nature. Now, you must stay in character most especially around the ten renegades." "How will I tell them?" Jim asks. "You won't miss them. Look for arrogant jerks in black uniforms sneering at everybody. They, and especially the leader," Miss M projected an image of each of the ten through the Monitor into Jim's mind. "are twisted. They alter and toy with people's spirit, their essence. They think it gives them joy but they can never get enough. Now, Sharon will be watching over you and we will be there as soon as you touch the unit. It is best if you go now." Miss M kissed Jim, hugged him and stood back. "Good luck, my dear girl." she said as Jim popped out. Chapter 8: Target When Jim could see again it was evening, but not yet fully dark. There was some kind of moonlight making it easy to navigate. It was also hot, like August hot with high humidity. He is in a wooded park next to what used to be a shopping mall. Jim steps out, feeling the sweat beading up on his rolls of fat. He sees a group of women wearing the same outfits entering the mall and goes off to join them. Sharon, meanwhile, is in a tree, overlooking Jim and the group of women. She feels like she is dressed like Robin Hood in tights, a tunic and leather boots. The clothing is roughly made and scratchy, but she cares little about how clothes feel right now. She has a long wooden stick with her. Jim stands with the group as they are waiting at the entrance. He realizes he is nowhere near the fattest one in the group of fifteen. "Hello dearie. Here for your humiliation?" says a blonde woman as she gently touches his arm. Before he can answer, the others chime in. "She's a pretty one, I'll bet they single her out." "Don't cry girl, we'll get through this somehow." "I wish they would get this over with. My God I'm hungry." Jim feels accepted by the group and through listening to the chatter, he learns just how miserable their lives have become. They cannot show any interest in their men, the only pleasure they get is food and they are afraid for their young daughters who will only feel what the conditioning forces on them and never know anything else. They hate the new masters but cannot stop feeling sexually stimulated by them. The men are all going crazy. The culture is ripping itself apart. He feels tears running down his cheeks and begins to sob, quietly. One of the women holds him. A few minutes later, the doors open and the group enters. There is a line of about thirty more women inside. The line threads to a bank of five cubicles, where a woman is kneeling before a curtain in each one. Two people in black, form fitting bodysuits are standing by the end of the line. The man is tall, muscular and handsome. The woman is short, with very long hair, and generously proportioned. She is standing with her hand on her hip, smiling. Meanwhile, Sharon has managed to gain entrance to the mall through a second level window. She observes the process from what used to be the food court. Twenty minutes go by. Jim is at the head of the line, right outside the cubicle where one of the women in his group is kneeling. It is his turn next. He watches the curtain open and reveal a large pseudo life erect member, connected to the machine. The woman takes it into her mouth at the same time as the other four in the remaining cubicles do. Jim hears a moan of pleasure emanate from the man and woman in black. After five minutes, the process ends, the curtains close and the women get up and hurry out, not disguising the look of disgust on their faces. It is now Jim's turn but as he moves into the cubicle he is grabbed and pulled in front of the man in black, who has him in a painful grip. "Try the real thing, cow." Thunders the man. He has opened his bodysuit and is hanging out for Jim. He is pathetically small. Jim cannot help it and laughs. As he does he feels a pain in his head, like something is trying to squeeze his brain from the inside out. Jim reels back. The man in black is furious. Acolyte Q, the leader of the renegades, possessed a powerful essence ability. He was going to punish this woman and tried to grab her essence and choke the life out of it. However, Jim's proves elusive. Every time Acolyte Q is ready to grab the woman's spirit, it moves somewhere else. Meanwhile Jim's mind is in shock. He keeps squirming about mentally, trying to avoid the pain. He recovers enough to get up and body slam the Acolyte with his 280 pound body. Even though he is not strong, there is no denying the movement of that mass. The Acolyte is knocked down. Jim hears a voice in his ear, whispering. "I can hold his mind off for just a second Jimmie darling - get to the damn machine!" The woman is Michael, one of Jim's oldest friends and his hometown's most popular cross dresser. He had been gone for years. Jim starts crawling for the machine and sees Michael get flung back by the Acolyte, who is now coming for Jim. Michael is grabbing his legs and getting beaten badly. Jim feels his mind clear and is almost to the cubicle when he is pulled down by Acolyte Q. Suddenly, Sharon jumps down to the scene from the Food Court above. She is in a blind rage and starts beating the Acolyte with her wooden staff. Jim hears bones crunching and the Acolyte is screaming. Sharon will not stop. He gets to the machine, opens the curtain and grabs the pseudolife member. The virus enters the units and Jim passes out. Sharon's rage passes. She looks down and sees the Acolyte is dead, beaten almost beyond recognition. She rushes over to the inert Jim and lifts him in her arms, sobbing. She does not hear the multiple pops as Mister M's group arrives. Chapter 9: "You carry sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and..." Miss M and Mister M are lying on beach chairs. The day is clear and warm, the water is a placid blue green and the palm trees are gently swaying in the tropical breezes. Mister M has managed to exercise off the huge mammaries and is drawing lip licking looks from the passing women. Miss M is in a pink bikini and the men are managing to trip on sand as they go by. "Marjorie, what are we going to do with the kids? Your plan for their recovery is not going to work now. I never expected that bastard Q would violate every tenet of the essence. The kids are both damaged. Sharon needs to return to her more feminine self and cannot help Jim go the other way." Mister M said, sipping on his drink. "It's worse than that Martin. Sharon needs time, but her recovery is straightforward. Jim needs to recover as a woman first and then recover as a man. His masculine essence was buried deep and then compressed by the mind strike. His feminine bias is also messed up. He feels fat, ugly and unworthy." Miss M continued. "And Michael?" Mister M asked. "Michael will be fine, once he recovers from his physical damage. I think he is impervious to damage by any of us, his essence is so different. He is in his favorite wherewhen and telling us we owe him. He wants Jim to visit for a week, at our expense of course, but only when Jim is recovered." "I assume you have a plan, Marjorie." Mister M asked. "I always have a plan, Martin. I need a special person who can help them both get started on the road to wellness. Then I can finish the job." "And that would be?" asked Mister M. "You, now that you are back to your hunky self, my dear." Miss M smirked. Chapter 10: Romance Novel plot 43 with older man option. Sharon walked slowly down the beach. Other than a few nurses and maids, she was alone on this island. It had been two weeks and she was feeling better. Her hair flew in the wind, now shoulder length. She filled her one piece bathing suit well, in fact, her breasts were now upgraded to D cups and she had lost about half of the added upper body muscle mass. She reached around with her pink tipped fingers and felt her butt. It felt right, now. She looked at her hands. It had taken forever in soaks and treatments to get the smoothness and softness back. No more engine rebuilds for a while, she giggled. I hope the boys at the garage miss me, she thought. If they could see me now, I'll bet they would be surprised. A wave of sadness came over her. She still felt the rage and the image of the body of Acolyte Q and it scared her. She felt she had lost her way. She looked down and realized there was a bulge in the front of her suit. "I need to remember to remove that before I go out. I must have left it in from last night." She said, to no one in particular. Sharon went back to her cottage and took off her suit. As she sat there, she thought about Jim. As she did, she licked her finger and activated an erection, which had proved to be better than any sex toy she had ever used. "Jimmie used to do this much better." She thought. When she got up, she saw a note being slipped under the door. It was an unsigned invitation to dinner for two at the lodge. There was a handwritten note - "Cannot wait to see you again, My Lady." Sharon was intrigued and bored enough to decide to go, plus this place was seemingly very safe. She spent the afternoon calling for maids, hair and clothing consultants, cosmetologists and the nail lady. Sharon was dressed to kill that evening. Hair done up, face and nails perfect, low cut dress which just skimmed the floor, new heels, scent, jewelry. She approached the small veranda, which was open to the moonlit sea and saw Mister M standing, smiling at her. He was in a perfect dinner jacket and looked incredible. "Hello, my lady. I wanted to thank you personally." Martin said. Sharon was ready to melt. Martin stayed the week. He was very respectful of Sharon, and then she threw him into bed on the third day. He explained it could never be a long term thing and Sharon did not care. He then proceeded and began to disrobe her, slowly and gently. "Sharon, as much as I admire the things we can do, I bet I can improve on this with some more old fashioned methods." Martin removed Sharon's attachment, very carefully. Sharon was blushing but Martin did not make her feel embarrassed. A few days later, Martin left. Sharon's images of rage and death began to fade. She smiled a lot more and felt completely alive. She touched the fading tattoo on her arm. It was almost gone. "Gone, but never forgotten, Jim. I will see you soon." She said to herself. Chapter 11: Romance Novel plot 43 with older man option, change the names. Jim walked slowly down the beach. Other than a few male attendants, he was alone on this island. It had been two months and he was feeling better. His hair flew in the wind, now at a 30 inch length. He filled his one piece bathing suit well, in fact, his breasts were now down to D cups and he had lost almost all of the added fat. He reached around with his pink tipped fingers and felt his butt. It felt right, now. He looked at his hands. It had taken forever in soaks and treatments to get the burns from the unit member healed. No more coffee and cakes in the kitchen for a while, he giggled. I hope the girls in the neighborhood miss me, he thought. If they could see me now, I'll bet they would be surprised. A wave of sadness came over him. He still felt the mental assault of Acolyte Q and it scared him. He had been made to feel worthless and fat, unwanted. He looked down and realized there was no bulge in the front of his suit. "I need to remember to remove that. But it feels so good." He said, to no one in particular. Jim went back to his cottage and took off his suit. As he sat there, he thought about Sharon. As he did, he licked his finger and began a gentle insertion. "Sharon used to do this much better." He thought. When he got up, he saw a note being slipped under the door. It was an unsigned invitation to dinner for two at the lodge. There was a handwritten note- "Cannot wait to see you again, My Lady." Jim was intrigued and bored enough to decide to go, plus this place was seemingly very safe. He spent the afternoon calling for hair and clothing consultants, cosmetologists and the nail guy. Jim was dressed to kill that evening. Hair done up, face and nails perfect, low cut dress which just skimmed the floor, new heels, scent, jewelry. He approached the small veranda, which was open to the moonlit sea and saw Mister M standing, smiling at him. He was in perfect dinner jacket and looked incredible. "Hello, my lady. I wanted to thank you personally." Martin said. Jim was ready to melt. Martin stayed the week. He was very respectful of Jim, and then Jim threw him into bed on the third day. He explained it could never be a long term thing and Jim did not care. Martin then proceeded to disrobe Jim, slowly and gently. "Jim, I really admire what we can do to enhance the body." Martin fingered Jim's attachment, very carefully. Jim was blushing but Martin did not make him feel embarrassed. A few days later, Martin left. Jim's images of being worthless, fat, and unwanted began to fade. He smiled a lot more and felt completely alive. He dreamed of Sharon. "Gone, but never forgotten, Sharon. I will see you soon." He said to himself. Chapter 12: The Divine Miss M Miss M visited Sharon at her cottage. She determined Sharon was ready. They gossiped, and enjoyed the day. They mostly traded notes on Martin. There was a lot of giggling and the universal woman hand gesture of two hands held up in front, palms facing each other getting wider apart, to gales of laughter. "Sharon, I want to take you to see Jim. He is right on the edge of recovery but has not made the leap back to his true self. He needs you to help him make the last leap. Oh, dress sexy and bring your appliance, but don't wear it unless the time is right." Sharon agrees. Miss M is sitting on a couch in Jim's cottage, cuddling with Jim. They gossiped, and had enjoyed the day. They mostly traded notes on Martin. There was a lot of giggling and the universal woman hand gesture of two hands held up in front, palms facing each other getting wider apart, to gales of laughter. "Jim, what are your plans? Which direction should we take your physical therapy, male or female? I sense you are at peace and have reached a decision." Miss M said softly. Jim smiles and says "I was ready a week ago, but I decided to wait for Sharon. There is something I want to do before I finally decide." Later, Sharon and Jim return to his cottage. She is wearing an incredible dress with bare midriff and lots of cleavage. She has a jewel in her navel and is licking her lips. Jim is similarly attired. They have had a wonderful dinner and have enjoyed seeing each other. They told stories and laughed about the "Martin Therapy" they both received... Jim asks Sharon "Did you bring it? " Sharon goes, "Yes, but I have not worn it for a while." "Tell me something Sharon, do you miss the real thing?" Jim asks. "I miss your real thing, Jimmie love." Sharon coos. "Okay, tomorrow I get mine back. How about you be the boy one last time and then I'll get you in a week when mine is ready to go?" Jim asks, grinning. Sharon smiles and gets up to open the cocoon. Afterward, Jim and Sharon are lying there. "I have been swimming everyday, Sharon, but I wanted to wait for you to have one last time, so I have been stuffing down chocolates every night. It has kept these just this size. " Jim says, cupping his breasts. "Tomorrow I stop the chocolate and go back to Jim from Jimmie." Sharon gets up and grabs a chocolate and stuffs it in Jim's mouth. "One more week, lover. After your little plumbing correction tomorrow, we are visiting Michael for a week at his favorite wherewhen for you to heal, and you will need to fit in there. Then we get back here, and you screw my brains out and I suck you dry for another week while you study for your exams." Sharon said, laughing out loud. "Michael's favorite wherewhen? I can't even imagine." says Jim. Epilogue: Sharon and Jim were popped into a town that looked a lot like a small French village on the Mediterranean Sea, but Jim knew it wasn't. He turned around and there was Michael, impeccable in a sleeveless dress, pearls and heels. His hair was outrageously long as usual. He ran up to Jim and hugged him. "Jim, how are you? All healed I hope? I'd offer to kiss it and make it better but you brought Sharon and she would scratch my eyes out." Michael laughed. Sharon laughed too and Jim hugged Michael back. "You saved my butt back there, Mikey. I can't ever thank you." Jim said, his voice in his old register. "And what a monumental butt it was at the time, wasn't it? Jim, Sharon, you must meet my other guests; we're having tea at the spa. What you are wearing will be fine." They followed Michael down two blocks to a huge spa building, which had its own beach. Jim was glad Sharon had checked on the local customs, as he did not feel out of place in his halter top and miniskirt over a sheer body stocking. He was glad he had a control top panty to secure his freshly updated equipment from spurious excitement. Sharon was in a sleeveless blouse and skirt. "Jimmie, did I hear right that you opted to, shall we say, 'enhance your original equipment'? " Michael whispered in his ear, although he was loud enough for Sharon to hear as he intended. "She upgraded her top, so I had to upgrade my bottom to match." Jim said "And worth every bit." chimes in Sharon. "I hope it was more than a bit." laughs Michael. Jim notices that everybody is dressed like they are and he almost cannot tell the gender of anybody at all. Everybody is stacked and curved, both men and women and the children are all long haired and androgynous. Michael's favorite wherewhen. "In this place, I am normal, Jim. I love it here." Michael goes. At the tea table, there are two other people, Michaels mother and Jim's mother. They know most of what has happened and hug their sons. There are a lot of tears and makeup corrections. A month later, Jim pops into his dorm room. He is calm, flat chested and has had plenty of time to study for his finals. Someone has cleaned the room and done his laundry. On his table he finds a box and a note. The note says. "Love you Jim- Miss M has me off on a little job. See you somewherewhen. Sharon. P.S. - the box contains really rich chocolates. In case Jimmie Pillowbutt wants to come out and play. See you just the way you are, whatever that is." More Random Victories to come when the author feels like it.