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This story contains adult content and unusual transgendered sex. If you are not of legal age in your place of residence, then don't read it. The Box By Maria Chapter 1 Jack looked out over the cliff and saw a pleasant view ? the patches of trees, square farm plots with orderly rows of crops, and the wooded hills were beautiful. Mile after mile, the views went. In the distance to the west, a farmhouse with a silo. A bit to the east, on a smallish ridge, Jack could make out a switchback road by the absence of trees making a path in the forest. Mile after mile, Jack enjoyed the view ? east he could see the town ? thousands of buildings, just dots from this distance, made the landscape change color. "This is so great," he thought. Jack was high up on a bluff, on a bald hill he had come to on rare times. He had been here three times before, on special occasions, and this was another special occasion for him. During the climb, he saw the "big hole" ? the 30 by 50 foot hole in the ground that he remembered from the first trip. It looked like long ago, someone had built a house here, and had dug a basement. The house and all its walls, cabinets, shelves, and everything else were gone. Not just dust, but just gone. All that remained was the hole in the earth, which was the basement for the house that wasn't there. "People lived here, stored their keepsakes from their childhood here, and now it is all dust" thought Jack. "The empty earth here ? it is still." The hole speaks a kind of flavor to Jack ? not a flavor you could taste, but more a flavor one remembers ? things that were, and will not be again. Pleasant flavors of memory, Jack sits on a comfortable outcropping, and looks about. He shoves the dirt around with his shoe. There is only about a half-inch of dirt ? under that, it is all shale. Jack picks up some pieces of shale, which easily break into six-inch pieces. He builds a 3-foot bowl with the shale pieces, and then looks around for some wood. About 70 feet away, there is a smallish tree on the ground, fallen from perhaps 3 years ago. Stepping on it and pulling up on the trunk, Jack finds it is easily broken into pieces, which he brings back to his shale fireplace. Bark and small twigs serve as kindling; Jack makes a fire. Sunset passes, and the fire seems brighter and brighter as the ambient light fades. Breaking off a few more pieces of the old tree and tossing them into the fire is a pleasant chore. The sky darkens, and darkens. Darker until nothing can be seen except the stars and the bit of earth around the fire. The flakes of shale around the fire are hot. Eastward barely visible specks of light are miles and miles away, the town at night. "I sit here on this rock," Jack thinks. "This rock of the earth, and so I sit here upon the earth. What a small speck I am here, with my small fire, and all that stands before me." Stars glisten from the sky in thousands, brighter and brighter as the night deepens. Deep dark and darker blue is the sky, darker into black. Black. Black. Stars by the thousands. Black. The rare dwelling that was visible in the daytime is now also black, everything is black but the stars and the shale and the fire. For six hours Jack watches the stars. The fire slowly dies to embers ? the shale flakes are ash-covered with few coals still glowing. Jack folds the towel he brought to form a pillow, and lays down by the fire, looking up to the black. "I wish this could go on forever", he says. His voice is small, yet it carries to those that it needs to. One of the stars changes from faintly red to faintly blue. Around this star, the night deepens, and there seem to be fewer and fewer stars. Blackness spreads from the star, covering more and more of the sky. To the east, the faint lights of the town are mere specks in their thousands, as the stars had been moments ago. Jack feels a strange sensation ? shrinking, paralysis ? he can't move ? his heart throbs, throbs, pounds. He sees the black, the stars, the blue one. He feels a faint wisp of heat from the few embers of his fire, and the tries to turn his head to look there. He can't move his head, or his hands. Throbbing from his heart. It pounds. Throbbing through his whole body. Jack tries to move his arm, to bend a finger, but all that happens is throbbing. Thrumming through everything, through his eyes, through his body, throbbing his taste, it smells dark, a thrumming dark feeling in his tongue, his face, his head, his body, arms, legs, groin, hips, chest, thrum, Thrum, THrum, THRum, THRUm, THRUM, Jack tries to move his arms but they are numb, his legs are numb, his face is numb, the sky is dark, he sees the dark, can't even move his fingers, the star is closer, thrum goes all his feelings, like the nerves were numb, like his legs were asleep, only all over, and there was the stars and the dark, and the shale cooled when the fire went out and then... Chapter 2 Then I woke a bit, so groggy, and heard someone asking, "We are going on a voyage ? there are needs that must be met, and you can help ? will you help?" Was this real, or a dream? I said, "How can I help?" I was so groggy and confused, barely awake but hardly conscious. My mind was filled with black, with nothing, with absence. "This voyage is a long one ? would you like to live forever? All you have to do is help." "Live forever," the thought entered me, and filled the absence within me, and it was satisfying. "Live forever, yes, I want to live forever." "You can live forever," the voice said. "This is but one voyage, a long one, but there will be others. You can live forever if you will help. Will you help us? You can help with our nutritional needs", I heard, but couldn't see the speaker. "Just agree and you may go back to sleep, and you will live forever." I was so sleepy that I said, "I will help, I agree, I want to live forever," and I started getting sleepier then. "Yes, we felt you would agree, and we have prepared the Box for you, and you will live forever, and all you have to do is help us." And I was moved about briefly in the dark, and I heard, "Yes, put him in the Box," and I heard some things and felt some things, but I fell asleep again... More darkness. Darkness. Darkness. I awoke, yawned, and tried to stretch. My arms were above my head, but I couldn't move them. I was laying on my back, arms above my head, but they wouldn't move much. They were tied or something like that about the wrists. They were actually rather comfortable, but I couldn't move them much. I tried to move my legs, but they were also restrained about the ankles and knees, and they wouldn't move much either. I was still sleepy, so this didn't really bother me too much. "Hi, Hon" a lady said as she walked closer to me. "It's going to be breakfast time soon, better get you ready! I'm Kimberly, you don't know me yet, but you will. We will get to be friends," she said. "You probably want to take a look at yourself ? you've had a big change, but it's all okay, it's just what we needed." With that, she swung a fair-sized mirror around that hung from the ceiling on tracks, and I saw someone else. I saw a female in the mirror, and not just any female. It was me, I could tell. I wiggled my fingers and the reflection did too. It was me! But what a ME! I was now female! I was lying on kind of bed, which was rather narrow, like a cot, but just wide enough to hold me. My arms were above my head, as if I was yawning, but the wrists had straps around them, straps tied somehow so I couldn't free them. Same with my ankles, but there was a bit more going on with that part of the "cot" in that half, I couldn't tell just what. I looked in the mirror more, and saw a beautiful woman's body ? My Body! Naked except I was wearing a huge bra, holding my huge breasts, and frilly panties covering my ladies' groin. I was woman, and as I wiggled a bit, the woman in the mirror who was me wiggled the same. I had long, jet-black hair, and lots of it, slightly waved and spread about my shoulders and arms. My face was not my face at all, but it was lovely, as lovely as the most beautiful woman I could imagine. Looking again in the mirror, I saw that my panties covered a VERY female groin, and the panties had tie-straps at the sides. Obviously, they could be untied and my vagina would be easily revealed. And then Kimberly moved the mirror back out of the way. "We are going to explain all this to you later," Kimberly said, "It was the Box that did it, you see, and you did agree, now didn't you? But for now, it's time for breakfast and I've got to get you ready. The menu is scrambled eggs and bacon. How's that sound?" It sounded okay to me, and I said so. My voice!!!! It was a woman's voice! And beautiful! Was that really me? Kimberly looked me over, and seemed pleased ? she said, "You're pretty much ready ? and I do mean PRETTY ? tie-down panties, nursing bra, I think you are about ready. Here, this will help a bit," she said, and moved out of my view, and did something. I felt something raising up at the back of my head, and it tilted my head up so I could see better. I looked down at myself, and saw the bra covering my breasts, and the bra was so big, but it held such big mounds. I could barely see any of my body except for those two enormous breasts, but I could see a bit of the room I was in. It mostly looked like a kitchen. My nursing bra was huge ? I mean HUGE!!! And it was filled with my Huge Breasts. I had seen women with double-D breasts, and I knew about the letter-sizing of breasts and bra cups. I had even seen pictures of a woman with double-H sized breasts, in a picture magazine, but I didn't know if they were real. But my breasts and my bra that held them were much bigger. I mean Much Bigger. I stared in the ceiling mirror at myself, and thought, "They are Big! Big Big Big!!!" Kimberly said, "Yes, you have really got a set of hooters, there. They are M-Cup sized, with your M-Cup nursing bra ? but we need them to be that big, because we need so much milk from them. A smaller size just wouldn't do. Just think of M for your bra size and M for Milk and it will be fine. Despite the shock I had just had, I was still a bit sleepy. I looked down and my bosoms were HUGE ? Each one stood out from my chest about 18 inches, and were more like watermelon halves than regular breasts. I could see special clasps on my monstrous bra that were meant to lower the bra-cup and uncover the nipples for nursing "But they don't even make M-Cup sized bras!" I said. Kimberly just looked at me and said, "Well, for you, they do. You get everything you need, and we all thank you for agreeing to help us." "I don't remember agreeing to anything!" I said. "I'm sure you don't, but nevertheless, you did agree, and we do need the nutritional "elements" you will provide, so that's the way it is. Now let's just get ready for breakfast. There are 12 people who will be waking up soon and need food so they can do a good day's work! What was she talking about ? Why was I now a woman? Why were my breasts so huge ? not just huge, Gigantic? Why the Nursing Bra? Kimberly walked over to the refrigerator, and took out a couple cartons of eggs, and some bacon. She got a couple of large frying pans, put some of the bacon in both of them, and started frying it on the stove. The bacon sizzled, and smelled wonderful, and I started getting hungry. I tried to move my arms and legs, but no luck. They were bound tightly to the frame of the machine I was laying on (As I woke up more and more, I realized that yes, it was more like some kind of machine than a cot or bed). It had mattress-like parts under my torso, arms, and legs, and I was bound to them. Also, there were some machine-pieces and bindings around my shins I hadn't noticed before. No wonder, with all the other places I had to look at in the short time I got to view myself in the mirror! They weren't uncomfortable, but I didn't know why they were there, and there was nothing I could do about them in any event. Kimberly broke all the eggs into a large dish and started scrambling them. The bacon was finishing, so she took it out and laid it aside to drain (it still smelled fantastic) and used the hot skillets and bacon drippings to start frying the scrambled eggs. She set the bacon strips aside in some plates she had. Scrambled eggs soon followed. "As you know ? Wait, I guess you don't know - we are on a long, long trip, and we need special nutrition. We can eat regular food, but in order to live the many years we need to, we need special food enhancements, and we can only get those from your vagina and your breast milk. We are going to succeed on our mission, and that means you are going to supply our special nutrition needs with your vagina and your breasts. You don't have an option in this, and you will live, for all practical purposes, forever. In fact, you WILL live forever. The Box does that. This trip is very long, as long as millions of years, and you will be our female food slave for this trip, and for the next one, and forever. You will learn more about our trips and about why we need you later, that's enough for now." "We are not cruel, and therefore you will be forced to enjoy your female food slavery. You will discover what this means and enjoy it. And now, it is almost time for breakfast. Are you ready?" I was stunned, and did not answer. "Well, it hardly matters ? I will make you ready," said Kimberly. With that, she pushed two buttons on a panel on the wall of the kitchen, and things started to happen. I was laying down, and the clasps around my shins and ankles started to move up and towards my shoulders. They kept moving, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. In a few brief instants, my knees were forced out and up and ended up close to my shoulders, with my knees about half bent and feet in the air. Then the machine pushed my knees together more until they were pushing against the outer parts of my huge breasts. As my legs were forced against the sides of my breasts by the binding machine, I saw the fronts of my enormous nursing bra becoming wet with milk that was being squished out of the nipples from my M-Cup breasts. Underneath my bottom, a pad started pushing up. With my knees next to my shoulders, feet in the air, and my butt raised up, I was obviously vulnerable to certain things, and obviously this was just what Kimberly wanted. She went to a drawer, which was a peculiar drawer. It was about 5 feet wide and 6 inches high. She opened the drawer, and pulled out a tube-like looking device with a 4-inch trigger/handle combination on one end and a nozzle on the other end, and looked for all the world like the kind of gun you would use for caulking. "Like I said, Monique ? Yes, your new name is Monique ? we are not cruel, and we understand your confusion, what with you becoming a woman with M-Cup breasts, a vagina, and all. This treatment will help. In here (and she lifted the injection device) there is Alcohol, Thorazine, and LSD. Not too much of each, but enough to help you relax and accept what is going to happen. Not that you could do anything about it anyway, but I think this combination will help you serve breakfast, and even enjoy it while you do! Of course, there are other combinations, but this will do for a starter." "Oops, forgot one little thing!" she said ? then she pushed some levers which lowered my legs back down, but kept them slightly apart. She then untied the side straps at my panties, and lifted and lowered the front of them between my legs, exposing my groin. I couldn't see most of this over my large breasts, but I could feel what she was doing, and I was getting nervous. She raised my legs again back to the previous position, and now she could get to my vagina and everything else down there. She pushed the nozzle of the gun against my rectum, and gently inserted the nozzle into my butt, and gave me three squeezes on the big trigger. I felt the "stuff" going way up deep into my butt, but I didn't feel any effect right at first. Kimberly pushed a couple more buttons on the wall panel. My butt was lowered, and my knees raised to about near vertical, but then the machine spread my knees down and wide apart to the sides. I tried straining against the machine and bindings, which had no effect at all. The machine just responded to Kimberly and the control panel. My legs and feet were spread apart, a rather wide amount. It didn't hurt, and was in fact comfortable. There just wasn't anything I could do about it. Nothing at all. I couldn't see much of this, with my breasts in the way of the action down there. Kimberly went back to the plates of food, and scooped up some scrambled eggs, and broke up some of the bacon into small pieces. She scooped them into this sort of tube-like thing, and walked between my spread- apart legs. "Feeling that stuff I gave you, yet?" she said. I was starting to feel just a bit "zingy" and answered, "Yes, a little" and stopped when I heard my high voice again! The woman's voice that was mine. "Great ? now, relax, this is going to feel good," she said, and then she slowly pushed the tube around on my pussy lips, pushing them apart, and it did feel good, and then she lowered it to my vagina, and pushed it right on in, and that felt even better, the stretching and sliding as it went in, and in, and then it stopped up inside me, and she pushed on the other end as she slid it out, only I could still feel it up inside me, stretching me, but it was really nice. She held up the tube for me to see, and it was empty. Empty, and that meant what felt so good inside me was scrambled eggs and bacon! And my heart raced, and my pussy squished a bit, and the drugs were starting to take over, because I was really starting to feel strange. "See, I told you you would like it! It's the Box, that's one of the things it does!" and she smiled at me, and went to a corner of the room and got a chair and put it beside me, close to my shoulder, and then she put another chair near my other shoulder, and then one more between my stretched apart legs. This would have really started to make me nervous, but I think the thorazine and alcohol were kicking in now, and I really didn't seem to worry that much about what the chairs meant. However, their meaning became obvious soon, as three more women came in, all rather beautiful, but unlike me, they had normal sized chests. With a couple of "I'm starving's" and "Great, let's eat breakfast!" they each took a chair. The two at my breasts looked at me. One said, "Thanks so much for this, it's the only way we can make our journey," and the other just smiled, and then kissed me on the lips and said, "Thanks from me, too, now let's enjoy!" And with that they each reached to the tops of the cups of my nursing bra, and undid the clasps, and pulled down the rather large amounts of material that formed the cups, freeing up my breasts. "My God," I though, as the breasts ? my breasts ? were revealed ? they were huge, and they stood out so much, even lying down, and even without the bra. The aureoles were about the size of fists, and the nipples were bigger around than thumbs. Each of the two women put both hands near the tops of my boobs, bent their heads over, and kissed the nipples a few times. Then they started in to suck them, and it was so intense and good, and the drugs starting hitting me pretty strongly now. Each suck on my nipples was like electric charges in a big triangle on my body, sensations and feelings zinged from my nipples to my groin, and between each nipple, and I could actually feel the milk squirting out with every suck. And I looked at my breasts, with two women sucking them, and drinking the milk from them, and I thought, "Oh my god, my god, omigod, omigod, ohmigod, they're drinking from me. The third woman, who I couldn't really see, because of my breasts and all the action going on there, now reached out with both hands also, and used her thumbs and fingers to open up my pussy lips. I could feel it, My Pussy lips!. She leaned into my pussy, and said, "I am so hungry, and this smells so great!" and started kissing and licking me, and it was soo gooood and it was like electricity too, better and better, and in just a few licks it built up into a crescendo and I started heaving my hips, and the two girls at my breasts started really sucking faster and harder, and now the milk was really squirting out of me, and this triangle of electricity between my two breasts and clit was alive, and the two girls squeezed and pumped my breasts too, and I spasmed and bucked against the clasps and restraints of the machine, and I was coming now. It was so indescribably good. The girl between my legs started sucking my vagina ? it was clamping down on the eggs and bacon, and she was licking them up as my spasms pushed some of them out. I could feel the little scrapes of the crispy bacon as it moved around down inside me there, and her tongue was all over my vagina, and she was getting one damn good breakfast, I thought to myself, and so am I! The intense spasms in my hips and pussy went on and on ? when it died down, I was really dizzy, from both the drugs and the orgasms, but the three girls only slowed down a little bit. The crotch girl moved back to my clit, and was licking and sucking it ? I could still feel eggs and bacon left up in me, and she was hungry still and wanted the full serving. The two nursing at my breasts kept up a steady rhythm of sucking, squirt-squirt-squirt-squirt-squirt-squirt-squirt I could feel the milk coming out of the ends of my nipples, and I watched their throats as they swallowed it all. I felt the bra-straps at my shoulders, and my breasts were still held by the outlining straps of the nursing bra. I looked at them, and the electricity was building up again in my whole torso, and my hips started humping again, and the big nursing bra cups flapped around loose, and I came again, and again, and again, and wow, the drugs were hitting me in the strongest way, now, because after this round, the room was going like spin-stop-spin-stop- spin-stop. All the women got up, and Kimberly came over with the tube device again, once more filled with eggs and bacon bits, held it up in front of my face, and said, "Time for a refill, Monique!" and then she walked between my stretched out legs, pushed the tube back and forth against my lips (wow, that felt so good!) and then pushed it up into me again, way up, and finally hitting the end, then pulling the tube back out while pushing on the other end, leaving the food dispenser tube once again empty and me filled once again with a full serving of bacon and eggs. The three women switched places, sort of like musical chairs, and were right at it again ? one at each breast, holding them and sucking them, with the other woman at my pussy, doing everything she could to make me come. I was getting so dizzy and disoriented, now, and feeling the drugs in the strongest way. The LSD was taking effect now, and the room seemed to shrink and expand, shrink and expand, first the left side, then the right, then back to the left, and I could tell that the girls sucking my breasts were controlling it by sucking each nipple at a different time, while the back wall of the kitchen came closer and farther, closer and farther, all done by the woman kissing my clitoris, and then I thought, "What the hell, these drugs are making me so woozy, I hardly know what's happening!" And then Kimberly leaned over and said, "You are a beautiful woman, now, and you are our female food, sex and drug slave, now and forever, and you will serve our meals in this way, because that's how we can live forever, with what the Box has put in your breasts and pussy. And this is but a taste of what is to come, there is so much more. You can't even imagine how much more." I was so far gone at this point, I hardly understood what Kimberly was saying, and anyway, I was about to orgasm again, and did so, and again, and I heard one of the women say, "I don't think she can stay awake all through breakfast," and another one said, "It doesn't matter, her body will do the job whether she is conscious or not." And I was indeed feeling the drugs, in the strongest way, and my brain was going just Zing Zing Zing Zing and Kimberly moved the mirror above again, and I saw I was a woman with huge breasts and Kimberly was shoving the food dispenser into my pussy and my brain was going Zing Zing Zing and Kimberly walked around my spread legs and in came three more women and ... ... ... ... ... I woke up, sort of, a bit later ? I was so groggy and hazy, I couldn't have even gotten up, never mind the fact that I was still held down by the restraining machine. Kimberly was saying something like, "Time for K.P. ? Let's clean up this mess!" She had this hose hooked up to the kitchen sink with a "thing" attached to it, sort of like a cup with a finger sticking out the middle of it. She stuck the finger-thing up my vagina, and the cup-thing nestled right up over the rest of my pussy. The finger-thing started spinning around and squirting loads of water into my vagina, while the cup-thing began sucking it away at my pussy lips, and this too made me come and come, but Kimberly held it tight against my heaving groin. I guess the "cleaner" did a great job on my vagina ? I don't think any kind of food was left in there. "Good first meal, Monique ? I can tell you are going to like your new job. Like I said at the start, we need the nutrition only you can supply with your vagina and your milk-making breasts ? Now, here's something else for you." And with that, she pushed the two buttons on the wall-panel, and once again my shins & knees were raised and moved back to my shoulder area. They did press on my huge breasts, but after having twelve women nurse them for their milk, they weren't quite ready to squirt out just yet. Once again, my butt was lifted above my waistline, and there was nothing I could do about it. My arms were still tied at the wrists above my head. Kimberly brought out a differently colored squirty device, and pushed the nozzle deep into my bottom. She gave three deep pulls on the trigger, and said, "Wow - are you going to feel that!" Then she pulled the drug device out. She kissed me on the lips, grinned, and said, "I think a little more would be fun" and she stuck the nozzle up my bottom again and gave me two more squirts. I could feel the "stuff" filling me, but there wasn't anything I could do. I tried pushing it out, but that only seemed to make it go deeper in. My brain started buzzing, my legs and arm were buzzing, my boobs were buzzing, Kimberly came in and put lipstick on me, and said, "Won't be long until your breasts are too full again -- you need milking" and I passed out. Chapter 3 Zing Zing Zing ZING ZING went my brain, fizzy went my arms, legs and all, and I slowly woke up, sort of, but I was still feeling the effects of the last drug doses Kimberly had squished into me. I was lying on my back, looking straight up. "What time is it?" I thought, and I didn't have a clue. I tried to look around, but that only made my head spin more, and I couldn't' move my head too much anyway ? something was pressed against each side of my head. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they didn't move much, and then I realized it was my arms strapped above my head that were pressing against my head and keeping me from moving it too much. My legs wouldn't move much, either. It looked like I was still in the kitchen, and I was alone. My legs were held together straight down below my body, and my arms were held straight up over my head, with the wrists together, and I remembered the machine I was strapped into, and how I had served the breakfast meal, and more and more of it came back to me. I was stretched out into a straight line, fingertips to toes. I kept seeing little spiral shapes, just on the corners of the ceiling, but every time I tried to look at them, they were gone. I finally figured out it was the last effects of the drugs Kimberly had given me, thank god they were wearing off. Then I heard someone walking, and it was Kimberly, and she said, "Hi, Monique ? awake now? I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. You did so well for your first time ? even after you passed out, you still responded just fine, and the crew wants me to give you a big ?attagirl' from all of them." "Uh, thanks, I guess," I said in my woman's voice, which was still strange to me. It was easy to breathe out, but harder to breathe in ? it was like someone had laid barbell weights on my chest, and then I remembered my breasts, which were so large. Each one was bigger than a gallon milk jug. In fact, they were more like two or three milk jugs combined. They must weigh 15 or 20 or more pounds each, I thought. I still couldn't move my head too much, but I looked down, and saw that the cups of my nursing bra were once again in place, covering the big things. Kimberly saw what I was looking at, and smiled, saying, "Yeah, they certainly are big ones, aren't they? But, that's what we need to feed the whole crew. Besides, they look great, they aren't saggy, and they never will be. We had the Box make you beautiful ? I mean, we have to look at you every day, and we do have good tastes, after all." I said, "What is this box you keep talking about, and what have you done to me?" Kimberly said, "So many questions! If you promise to be quiet, I will feed you breakfast ? you passed out before you could get any earlier. Okay?" I was hungry, and so I said, "Okay." "Just be quiet then. You have all the time there is to find out about us and you and all that. Here, let me feed you some breakfast," and with that she got a plate of eggs and bacon from the refrigerator, heated it up in a microwave, and sat next to me. She fed me the eggs with a spoon and held pieces of bacon for eat. I kept trying to bring my arms down so I could feed myself, but they wouldn't move. "Don't squirm around so much, Monique ? just eat your breakfast, you need it. Here, look at this." Kimberly got up and swung the ceiling-mounted mirror back around until I could see myself full-length in it again. Then she sat back down and started feeding me again. My appetite seemed to grow after the first few bites ? I guess I had some body weight to recover after giving so much milk for breakfast. So I looked at myself in the mirror ? stretched out toenail to fingernail, I saw in the mirror a beautiful woman. Not skinny at all, more the Mae West type, but still as sexy and beautiful as any woman I had ever seen, except for those enormous breasts, which were once again covered by my nursing bra. My frilly panties covered my crotch again, and I could see the laces at the sides tied again into bow-ties. I realized that they could be untied again with just a couple of pulls on the laces. My face was beautiful. It had that special kind of beauty, the kind a woman has when she is flat on her back, and in the deepest thrill of sex. Only I wasn't having sex, I was just eating breakfast, but I looked that way just the same, and I couldn't help it or stop it ? it was just the way I looked. Kimberly kept feeding me, and I kept eating, and every once in a while she would give me something to drink, too. A couple of times she reached over and squeezed my breasts through the bra, and then she would kiss me and say, "Thanks for this, we love you." Soon the breakfast was over. Kimberly fished a lipstick out of somewhere and said, "Let me just do a little touch-up job here." I thought she would rub the lipstick on my lips, like I had always seen women do, but instead, she brought out a small brush. She brushed the lipstick with it, and then brushed my lips. "There, that's much more appealing." I said, "Thanks, Kimberly, but I wish you would tell me what's going on with me." Kimberly said, "My, my, aren't you talkative! Of course I will tell you what's going on, but first, let's just fix that little mouth problem of yours." And, with that, she reached behind her, and pulled out a roll of what looked like duct tape, tore off a 10-inch piece, and squeezed my mouth shut and strapped the tape tight over my mouth, across my cheeks, and nearly to each of my ears. "Now, what were you saying, Honey?" I tried to stretch my jaw apart, and get the tape off, but all it did was tear at my skin, so I quit, I couldn't move my arms to help, so I just gave up and laid there. "That's better ? see, I always have solutions to your little problems. That's my job, or at least part of it. Now, as I said, I will tell you what's going on. It's time for your next job. Oh, I see that worried look in your eyes, but I rather think you will like this one." And with that, Kimberly walked over to the control panel, and pressed a few buttons, and I felt my arms and legs finally being released. Kimberly came over to me and said, "Here, let me help you sit up." I tried to sit up, but there was so much weight on my chest that I couldn't do it ? my legs weren't heavy enough to balance my upper body. Kimberly grabbed my arms and pulled, and pulled, and slowly I sat up, and swung my legs over the side of the machine I had been bound into. Wow, the room started spinning, I saw gray patches appearing all over, my head pounded and pounded, and I lost all strength, and the gray splotches melded and my chest pulled down, and I passed out. Then I came to, with the pounding in my chest and head lessening, the gray patches slowly formed back into the kitchen, but the weight pulling down on my chest just seemed to get more and more. And my shoulders started to hurt, so I looked at them, and I saw the bra straps digging deeply into the tissue there, almost an inch into the shoulders, it seemed, they had such a strain on them. Kimberly saw what I was looking at. Smiling, she said, "Yes, we've got the straps on that bra pretty tight, but that's the only way it's going to help you. But don't worry too much, I don't think you are going to be spending much time in the upright position. Lot's of other ways, but not much upright." That didn't make me feel any better, and I would have asked her, but for the tape over my lips. I reached a hand up, to scratch the tape at the corner where it itched a bit, but Kimberly grabbed my wrist and said, "Just let well enough alone ? a bit of tape isn't so bad, is it? Let's not make things worse." I wanted to tell her I was just going to scratch an itchy spot, but I obviously could say nothing. Kimberly stepped out of the kitchen and came right back with a wheel chair, and rolled it up right next to me. "I don't think you are up to walking quite yet, not with those hooters! Also, I'm not sure you are really sobered up yet." And with that she helped me into the wheelchair. As I sat, my giant breasts gave a huge jounce within the bra. Sitting there, it looked like my nipples were almost as far away from my body as my knees were, but that wasn't really true. They were so large the bottoms of them were almost within my lap, but they were firm enough, with the bra's help, to not sag down that far. The nipples pushed against the bra cups, making visible outlines against each cup. Kimberly stated pushing the wheelchair, and said, "Normally, you would need a good clean-up, hair-styling, and fresh make-up, but not this time. Where you are going, it won't matter what you look like, or even what you smell like! At least you have some lipstick on! But don't worry about it. In fact, I've got just the stuff here that will make sure you don't worry about it at all!" And from a pouch on the back of the wheelchair, she pulled out one of the drug dispenser guns, one of those that looked like a caulking gun, and showed it to me. Far from stopping me from worrying, it made me worry even more. What would be in it this time? Where were we going? "We will be going outside for a bit, and you might get a bit chilly, but not for long. It will look like night, and you can see the stars. You like the stars, don't you? That's one of the reasons we picked you." With that she opened a door, and wheeled me out into the night. The air was chilly, but not really cold. I could feel my nipples tightening up a bit, mostly, but otherwise it was fine. I could see nothing at first, but then I looked up, and there was a small ball in the sky. Only it wasn't just a ball, it was Jupiter. I knew Jupiter, for I loved and studied the stars and the sky in my youth, back when I was Jack and not Monique. I thought, "We must be on some kind of space ship, or something, but it looks like a planet, and feels like a planet. What kind of voyage am I on? If only Kimberly would let me ask questions!" I worked my jaw up and down again, but the tape held firm. Kimberly rolled me along a firm and flat path, for what must have been hundreds of yards. After about ten minutes or so, I could really see the stars in the sky. Everything else was black, so I couldn't see what was around me, except for the faint white of my nursing bra cups, lit now only by starlight. I put my hands under my big jugs, and lifted them a bit, and that helped a lot with the bra-strap pressure on my shoulders. I looked up and watched the stars, and looked at Jupiter, and remembered the night that had brought me to all this, and how I had looked at the stars then. Kimberly stopped pushing the wheelchair, and leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Monique, we all want you to be happy, and we know you love the stars. You will get to see more of them. Just help us like you agreed, and don't worry, and we will make you happy." Then she reached down from over my shoulders, and wiggled both of her hands into my bra cups, and found my nipples with her fingers, She squeezed them about and pinched them softly, and it almost made me come, it felt so good. Her fingers and hands were getting all wet with my milk. She whispered in my ear, "I will take the tape off if you will be quiet, okay?" Her wonderful hands on my nipples had made me almost forget about the tape, and I hardly cared now, but I nodded yes. She kissed me, and kneaded my nipples some more, then pulled her hands out from my bra, and as gently as she could, removed the tape. It wasn't so bad after all ? my lips didn't stick, because Kimberly had loaded them with lipstick after I served breakfast. Kimberly pushed the wheelchair again, and in about five more minutes, we got to a structure. It was so dark, I couldn't tell what it was. She locked the brakes on the wheelchair, and went to the structure, and slid a large door to the right, then walked in a turned on a light. The light was a bit dazzling at first, after the darkness, and Kimberly came back around and wheeled me right on into the place. She paused as she shut the door, and by then my eyes were adjusted and I could tell that this was the inside of a barn. My heart raced, and I thought, "Oh god, what's going to happen to me here?" She wheeled me over to the side ? lots of tools were hung on the wall there, saws, pitchforks, hammers, axes. We rolled right up to an ordinary sawhorse standing on the floor, and Kimberly said, "Stand up, now, and let's see if you can straddle that sawhorse." I said, "But..." and Kimberly said, "Ah ah ah, now, you promised! Do you want more tape?" I shook my head no, and Kimberly held out her hand and helped me get up. It was hard to keep my balance, with 30, or 40, or more pounds of breasts hanging off my chest and swaying all around with each step, but I did make it to the end of the sawhorse. Then, Kimberly pushed me between the shoulder blades, and I sort of flopped over onto the sawhorse. My breasts hung down, one on each side of the main beam of the sawhorse, filling the cups of my nursing bra and the back strap was tight against my back now, with all the weight it was supporting. Kimberly pushed my feet apart, so that they were spread just like the legs of the sawhorse. "Keep them that way, and I won't have to tie them" she said. "We won't need this in here," Kimberly said, and she undid the clasps on the back of my bra. The straps popped like rubber bands as the pressure was relieved, and each bra half fell and hung from the sawhorse. My back felt freed, but my chest felt an even greater weight as my breasts lost all artificial support. I looked down and saw the huge cups of the nursing bra hanging down on each side of the sawhorse. Next, I felt Kimberly fiddling with the straps of my panties, pulling at the side ties, and they quickly let loose too. Kimberly pulled at them a couple of times, and soon they she had freed them and tossed them aside. I straddled the sawhorse, face down, legs apart, butt and pussy exposed for Kimberly to do with as she would, and I felt trapped. "Don't be so glum, Monique! Remember, we all love you, and we want you to have fun! Here, this will help!" and she pulled out one of the drug dispenser guns, and stuck the nozzle at least 4 inches up my butt. She gave two long, slow pulls on the trigger, "Not too much at first, we have a lot of work to do here in the barn, and I don't want you passing out on me again!" and then pulled the nozzle out. "There, that will help you give a little bit more where it counts!" she said, and then she leaned over and gave my hanging breasts a hug, let go, then pressed her palm on my pussy and pressed with a firm squeeze around my pussy- lips. "And give us voyagers a little more of what we need from you!" Once again, I couldn't feel any effects from the drugs right at the start ? this stuff must take some time to work, but I don't think it takes very long! I tried again to push it out, but that just seemed to lock my bottom up tighter. I don't know why! "Now stay right there," Kimberly said, and she took a pitchfork off the wall, and started pitching some hay on top of a waist-high pile of hay- bales stacked against the wall. After a bit, she stopped, and found a blanket from somewhere and laid it over the hay. She helped me stand up, and told me to lie on the blanket. I looked at the blanket, and looked at Kimberly, and at the blanket, and at Kimberly again, who started to have an angry look about her, and I laid down on the blanket, on my back, a few feet off the floor, on the comfy pile of hay and bales. "Spread those legs nice and wide" she said, and she pushed at the inside of my knees with the pitchfork. I picked my knees up, and let them fall out to the sides, and then pushed my feet out some too. My vagina was exposed for whatever Kimberly had in mind. Kimberly went back to the wheelchair, and grabbed a few items, and came back. She picked one of the devices that looked like a caulk gun, and pointed it right at my pussy. "Bang!" she said, and then laughed. She moved the nozzle right up to my pussy, wiggled it around at my lips a bit (felt so good!) and then stuck it way deep into my vagina. I could feel the end of it nuzzling my cervix. She pulled the trigger, and pulled the gun out a bit. Then did it again, pulling the trigger out, while filling my vagina. One more pull, and the dispenser was out of me. "That was molasses ? sweet, extra-thick, black-strap molasses. Very sticky, and hard to get out!" she said. "Horses love sweet stuff, and they sure do love molasses!" Then she got another pump dispenser gun, and stuck it in my half-filled vagina, and did the same thing again. "That was sorghum, and horses like it even better than they like molasses." Next, she took a knife and showed it to me. "Oh god, what is she going to do? I'm already full of molasses and sorghum!" But she grabbed an apple and started cutting it into slices. Then she took the slices and started pushing them into my vagina. "More than anything else, horses love apples ? but, I guess you are about to find that out, aren't you, Monique?" and she laughed, and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "Feeling the stuff I gave you yet?" she said, and I was feeling woozy, and dizzy. I wondered just how much my vagina would hold, what with all the molasses and sorghum and the slices from an entire apple up in there, but then Kimberly left and came back leading a brown horse, and I had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen. She stuck the nozzle of the sorghum dispenser right into the horse's mouth, and squirted out a thick stream right onto his tongue. The horse licked and licked his tongue, and started sniffing the sorghum dispenser. Obviously, he wanted more. Kimberly held the nozzle up to his nose, and let him sniff, and then squirted just a little bit more out, and the horse licked it off the nozzle. Then, she moved the dispenser down next to my pussy, and the horse's mouth naturally followed it. With one hand, she spread my pussy-lips apart, and with the other, started squeezing and squeezing the dispenser trigger, and coated all the wet parts of my pussy with the stuff. She pushed my pussy lips back together, and started squirting and squirting the sorghum all over my pussy and groin, and I could feel the syrup draining down into my butt crack, and it was a huge sticky mess, and she even left a little trail from my pussy up to my belly-button, and put some in that, too. The horse started getting impatient, and he pushed Kimberly out of the way. It didn't matter, she was done anyway, and the horse started licking my pussy. He licked all over my groin, along the insides of my legs, everywhere Kimberly had drizzled the syrup. It felt good, and his tongue was so long. He licked my navel, and cleaned it out, too. Then back to my groin, for more of the stuff. Meanwhile, Monica was bringing out two foals ? they almost looked like newborns. They could barely walk, and staggered about, but she was able to place one on each side of me. She held their infant horse mouths in her hands, and pushed them towards my nipples. They started sucking just by instinct, but as soon as the first squirt of milk came from my breasts, they went at it in earnest! This was nothing like the ladies at breakfast ? they had control, and were civilized people. These foals only had instinct, and their instinct told them to suck for milk, and they were sucking to beat the band. As they moved their heads around, my breasts jiggled all around, but the suction on my nipples was so strong that they never let loose, and my entire breasts were jiggled about as the foals tried to both stand and suck. The wet feeling of the sucking foal-lips on my nipples was so strong, it was indescribable ? it thrilled me, and sent thrilling, shooting stabs of pleasure through my belly into my groin, and my breasts were squirting out the milk like never before, and the foals were swallowing it all. The horse had cleaned up all the outside parts of me, even licking my butt crack mostly clean of the sorghum, and was now licking the stuff Kimberly had put between my pussy lips. His tongue was hot and scratchy, but it just kept going and going, and the foals kept nursing and nursing, and my nipples kept squirting and squirting, and I could really feel Kimberly's drug dose now. Because each lick and suck of each animal was making whole sides of my body tingle, tingle like pins and needles, only it wasn't numb, if anything it was just the opposite of numb. Left foal gives a suck, and as I squirt its mouth with milk, my whole left side tingles like it had been "asleep" and was now "waking up", and same thing for the right foal. The horse kept licking and licking my pussy, inside my lips, and his tongue was so big it covered my whole pussy from top to bottom during almost the whole lick, way bigger tongue than any person's. My groin started contracting, and my hips started heaving, up and down, and that only made the horses tongue action all the stronger, and I was coming, my whole torso was coming, and I felt my breasts squirting out not just milk, but heavy cream, which the foals really liked, so they sucked even harder upon my heaving and jiggling milk jugs. I squirted more and more cream for them, and my whole torso spasmed, and spasmed, and the horse licked and licked, and out squooshed an apple-slice from my vagina, and the horse licked it up, chewed a couple of times, and wanted more. The horse licked lower at my pussy, and, sensing a treasure there, licked so hard at my vagina his tongue finally went in, and he tasted an apple slice or two in there. He shoved his tongue so hard at my throbbing vagina it went in deep every time, and he licked me out like some kind of inside-out lollipop. I was still coming, and could not even control my bucking hips, but the horse didn't seem to notice, and just kept trying to dig deeper and deeper into me, because he wanted the last apple slice, and the last drops of molasses and sorghum. The foals sucked away at what I could feel was heavy cream, not just milk, which was squirting out of me. I was breathing harder and harder, faster and faster, and Kimberly's drug potions must have really kicked in then, because I passed out and it all went... I recovered just a bit later, I think. Kimberly was leading the foals away, they still couldn't walk well, and the horse was giving me a couple of last licks about my pussy, but not inside it anymore. It felt like a slobbery, sticky mess all over my pussy, down my butt crack, on my bottom ? and my nipples were almost numb, and stuck out like cones on top of my breasts, shaped that way by the foals strong sucking mouths, and I wondered if they would recover their natural shape. But my vagina felt empty, and I'm sure there weren't any more apple slices in there! Kimberly came back and pulled the horse's face away from my pussy. She looked at me, grinned, held up a carrot, and said, "Like a little more, Monique?" I was so woozy, I just shook my head no. She looked at me, thought a moment, and said, "Well, okay. There are other things to do here." And with that she led the horse away, and was gone a few minutes. My pussy sizzled with the rough action of the horse's tongue, my nipples and aureoles tingled and they both still stood out like dunce caps on top of my breasts, and the room seemed hot, so hot, and hotter, and Kimberly's butt-drugs were hitting 100 percent now, so I just closed my eyes, and all my female organs tingled more and more and throbbed and throbbed, and I cracked my eyes open a bit, and both my nipples were just oozing cream out of them. The cream dribbled down both sides of each breast, in little streams, and I closed my eyes again, and just lived with the electric tingling. Straw bits poked me through the blanket, and the blanket started getting wet at the sides, from the unstoppable flow from both my nipples. I felt the wetness with my eyes shut, and just existed, breasts and pussy, breasts and pussy, tingling and sizzling, and I couldn't even open my eyes anymore, the drugs had become so strong, Another kind of wetness was happening in my pussy, because the blanket was becoming wet there too, not just sticky but wet. And then I was shaking, and heaving, and I wanted to go back to the dream state again. But I kept shaking, up and down, and my shoulders hurt, and I opened my eyes, and there was Kimberly, close to my face, so close, and I said "kiss me", and the shaking stopped, and she did kiss me, and I loved her, and I went back to dreaming. Then the shaking started again, and I opened my eyes, and woke up for real this time, and Kimberly was holding my shoulders and shaking me, and saying, "Wake up, Monique, wake up, we need to get you fixed! I think I gave you a bit to much "squish" up your butt, and we need to get it fixed." She pulled me up by the shoulders, no easy feat with my heavy breasts, and helped me to stand up. I would have fallen right over if she hadn't almost totally supported me. "Squish?" I said, groggy? "Yes, you know, the squish-tube that I used to squish drugs up your butt. I think I gave you too much." "Yes, It was great ? give me some more," I said. Then I looked down at myself, and saw that with every step we took, my breasts jiggled and out came 3 or 4 squirts of cream from my nipples. The stuff was squirting out a foot or two in front of me, with every jiggle. I couldn't really see my groin, because of the breasts, but I did feel the insides of both legs were as wet as if I had spilled a drink there. It was flowing from my pussy, from my vagina I realized, as I became a bit more alert. The walking seemed to help clear the grogginess of the drugs. The bottoms of my feet were wet from the stuff, and were picking up bits of straw and stuff as we walked along in the barn. We turned into an open stall, with some machinery in there. I was so groggy I didn't know what it was. "Just get on your hands and knees, and let me do the rest," Kimberly said. That seemed like an okay thing to do, so I did it. But as I bent over on my knees and put my hands of the floor, my nipples let loose with a flood of cream. The nipples each squirted out about 15 or so streams of cream, like showerheads, and it just pooled up on the floor, until my nipples also rested upon the floor, in the pool of cream. My breasts were so large that I couldn't even stand on hands and knees and keep my nipples off the floor. "Damn, damn, damn," said Kimberly, as she worked with some equipment hanging from the ceiling. "Here, let me put this on you." She brought some kind of leather thing around the left of my ribs, pulled it under my stomach, and brought it back and up on the right side. I was just about to topple over when the thing pulled me up and took almost all the weight off of my legs. It sort of suspended my lower torso from above, and my knees still touched the floor, but didn't really have any weight on them. "Now this one, this is the important one," said Kimberly, as she reached underneath my shoulders and pulled another leather device around me, and struggled a bit to get the straps around and between my hanging boobs. This one was kind of like the nursing bra, but it had no cups at all, just the supporting straps, which were heavier and made of leather. There was more leather around the shoulders, and then Kimberly pulled another part under my chin and over my forehead area, and hooked the whole thing up to the ceiling machinery again. Once again, the slack was taken up, and now both my front end and back end were held up by the strapping devices, and there was almost no weight on my hands or knees. I could also relax my head and neck, for they were fully supported. "Halfway there, Honey, just hold on" Kimberly said, as she grabbed some more leather pieces. Two of these she placed over the backs of my palms, and pushed the strings hanging from them into small holes in the floor I hadn't noticed before. The straps tightened up and held my palms tight against the floor. She did a similar trick with my feet, knees, and the back of my head, and I felt the leather straps tighten there too. "Okay, there might be a little pressure here," she said, and I felt my torso being lifted a bit. Well, not really, I was already pretty much weightless, this was just a tightening of the bonds, and I was now completely immobilized, on my hands and knees. I could wiggle a finger or a toe, but so what? My torso was suspended, my arms and legs wrapped tight by upward and downward pulling leather, and I was still under Kimberly's "squish" drugs like you couldn't believe. I looked at my hanging breasts, and how they nipples pressed into the floor. I could see the cream puddle building there, and they felt like they were still dripping. My pussy, butt crack, and all my rear felt sticky from all of the molasses and sorghum the horse missed, and I think my pussy was still dripping, too. "Okay, all ready," Kimberly said. "Up we go!" and the whole gizmo just lifted me up, and parts of the floor raised too, but only those parts that helped to bind my limbs. The rest was open air, and as my nipples lifted of the floor, they let off another showerhead of cream. My face was now at about the same level as Kimberly's face. She reached over to some more equipment, and reached under me and hooked up some suckers to my nipples. Actually, the suckers were about the size of softballs, and covered my entire aureaoles, but there were special inner suckers in there, about the size of lemons, that attached to my nipples. They instantly started sucking my nipples, and I saw cream squirting out through the tubing and where it went, I don't know, but it sure felt nice. Not at all like the foals sucking me, that was different but also nice, but this was just nice. "Finally, got that cream! We must always get that cream, you understand? Well, you don't, but it doesn't matter. But, soon you will get dehydrated from losing so much liquid. Don't worry, we have an answer." Kimberly pulled another device from the wall, it looked like a cow's tail hanging down, but it did have a small tube leading to it from the ceiling. She walked up to my backside, which was now at her eye-level, and pressed the thing against my butt. She wiggled it a bit, pressed some more, and in just a second, had wiggled it way into my butt. I looked between my boobs and legs, and I saw this cow's tail hanging down. Kimberly grabbed the end of it, and said "Say Moo, Honey." I didn't know what it was, or what to do, so I didn't do anything. "Don't make me ask again, Monique. Say ?Moo' for me." I heard the tone in her voice, so I said "Mooooooo...", and looked between my legs as best I could. She squeezed the end of the cow's tail, and felt a flood of liquid entering my rear. At the same time, the milking machines speeded up a bit at my breasts, and wow did that feel great. The rhythmic tingling from both my boobs shot electricity straight into my crotch, and the liquids shot into my butt, and I came, right there in mid-air, suspended 5 feet above the floor, and my pussy just heaved and heaved, even though it was empty now. After I recovered, Kimberly came around to the front of me and kissed me, and said, "You weren't ever in any danger. It's just that when your breasts start into overload like they did this time, we want to get every bit of your cream. Remember, you are here to help us with our nutrition. It is your only function in your life, which will last forever. Yes, your pussy is still dripping away, because of the squish drugs I gave you, but that doesn't help us. But we can use the cream, especially the heavy cream that you make. This milking session should last for about 17 hours or so, so just sit back and enjoy. Well, you can't really sit back, you cow, but you can enjoy. Now, let me at your cow's tail again!" And she walked back to my behind, and said, "Swing that tail, bossie" and so I wiggled by butt with the cow-tail device in it, and it swung back and forth a bit. She said, "Now lets have another ?Moo,' only this time, really try to mean it. I mean, you are in a barn, hooked up to a milking machine, you can't do anything about it, any more than a cow would, and your breasts are just about the same size as a cow's would be. So, let's hear that Moo!" I said, "Moo" without too much enthusiasm, and she said, "Not good enough by half, and she gave the tail's end another squeeze, and this time a really big flood of stuff came from the ceiling, and through the cow's tail into my bottom, and it lasted for about 7 minutes. "There, that will get you re-hydrated, and also the pre-digested nutrients will replenish your milk supplies. You know, we don't have to let you eat at all. We can just give you these pre-digested nutrients now and forever, directly into your butt, and you won't ever get to taste anything else again. Ever. But you don't want that, do you? Didn't you like the bacon and eggs breakfast this morning?" "This stuff going into your butt is pre-digested nutrients and fluids ? your intestinal tract will absorb all this and you won't even need to eat. Of course, I will make sure that we include the occasional drug or two or three, don't even worry about me forgetting that! You won't have to "poop" because all this stuff will be absorbed 100% in your intestinal tract. As long as you are on the milking machine, you will need this, because of the fluid loss from your breast milking." I was so drugged out by now, I could just barely follow what Kimberly was saying, but I let out a long, long, "Mooooooo o o o o o o o o o o o " and that seemed to satisfy her. She came around to my front, and put both of her hands around one of my breasts, near the aureaoles, which were of course covered by the outer cups of the milking machine, and gave it a big squeeze, and we both watched the cream really squoosh out and flow down the tubes to wherever they led. "This is so much fun," Kimberly said. "You are going to be doing this kind of stuff for the rest of your life. And that is a long, long, long, long, time, because you went in the Box and let it change you, and now it will never let you die." Chapter 4 Monique was in bed, sleeping, and dreaming. She dreamed about campfires. About basements dug into the soil of the Earth, basements that had no houses atop them. She had to hike so far up the hill to get to the top; she watched her legs, knees, and feet, pumping out step after step after step, marching like a machine to the top of the hill. Her breathing was getting heavy, but she kept those legs moving because there was something at the top of the hill, something under the house- that-wasn't-there, something in the basement. Step, step, breathe in, step, step, breathe out, step, breathe in, step, step, breathe out, now it was getting harder, step breathe in, step breathe out, then step breathe in and out, step breathe in and out, breathing harder with every step, climbing the hill, and her legs were aching. Monique thought about two things, about the top of the hill, and how to get there; the way to get there was to breathe deep enough and fast enough to fill the blood flowing to her legs with oxygen. The air heaved in and out of her lungs deep and fast, and her legs pulled her up the slope, "Just to that next rock," she thought, and when she reached it, "Just to that next tree," and so on, in the dream she climbed to the bluff, to the cliffs, once more. The burning fronts of her thighs lifted her shins and feet, and the aching backs of her thighs and rear pushed her feet down into the dirt, propelling her forward and up, again...again...again... Her head hung lower and lower, she barely had the strength now to look up to see what was ahead, all she could do was climb and breath. Finally the slope started to ease off, and Monique thought, "I will make it." She pressed on, and soon the slope was nearly level, and she looked out over the cliff. It was dark, with the only light coming from a campfire. The campfire was ringed with saucer-sized pieces of slate, which glowed redly at their tips. Next to the fire a man slept, his head resting on a rolled towel he used as a pillow. Looking past the man's head, there were thousands of pinprick lights, a town in the distance, and Monique thought, "I remember this, this is me, or was me." She still was breathing very heavily and it wasn't letting up. She looked up and saw the bright crystal points of thousands and thousands of stars, aching her with memories. In the flickering firelight, she saw where the basement was, the hole in the Earth over which a house had stood so many years ago, and went to look down into the hole. But as she stood by the edge and looked down, she realized she could no longer see her legs, nor her feet, nor her knees ? no part of her lower body was visible, the body-half that had carried her up the hill. When she looked down, she could only see her breasts, which pressed so hard against her breathing now, and weighed so much, and the weight of them was pulling her down into the basement, and she fell. She tumbled into the hole, unhurt, but dizzy, and the firelight was barely flickering into here, so dim, but there was a dark center here, and darkness once again started filling every