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Kidnap Meeting Dr Millar Brave New World Angel Making Plans for Georgie Treatment Mrs Perkins Max Georgie's Choice Release and enslavement Epilogue This story was inspired by two of my favourite on line stories - The Stepford Wives by Sarah Barndt and Guinnea Pig by Ruth White. If you enjoy the story check these two out or e-mail me at [email protected] Kidnap I staggered out of the bar, took two steps down the alleyway and collapsed. Another typical Friday night. I had been a high flyer with the world at my feet. But the devil drink had got hold of me, lost my love, my job and was on the verge of losing my flat. No money, no prospects, no one in the world that cared for me. I made an effort to regain my feet but found myself sliding down the alley wall once more. I lay there waiting for the effects of my bender to recede slightly so that I could stagger my way the ten minutes home. My head fell on my chest and the swimming world started to ebb. "Andrew, Andrew, wake up, wake up." I felt my arm being roughly shaken and I opened my bleary eyes to see a smartly dressed man standing over me and helping me to my feet. "You are Andrew Phillips aren't you," he said looking me quizzically in the eye. I staggered on my feet and managed a very drunken "Yes" and then added, "Whatssss it to yooou," trying pathetically to be a threat. He smiled pleasantly. "Oh good, let me take you home - just slip this on." He took my arm and slipped a metallic band round my wrist. Being so drunk I was in no state to argue. "Good," he said. "We'll be there in a jiffy." Before I could even protest I looked down and saw my home, town, country, and world spinning away from me. I looked up and saw a vortex spinning away into nothingness I felt my body crush...and then nothing. Meeting Dr Millar I awoke expecting the feeling that I had on too many Saturday mornings - my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth and my head feeling like a cannon ball stuck on my pillow. However today was different. I opened my eyes easily - felt fresh as a daisy. What happened last night, I don't know. I focused on the room I was in. Hey this wasn't my bedroom and I certainly wasn't in my bed. I was seated in a small windowless cell facing an empty desk and chair above which was a large blank screen. I tried to get up but found that my legs and arms were bound tightly to he chair in which I was sitting. Shit, I thought, I must have been arrested. I knew that the cops liked to take their time so I relaxed in the chair and awaited my fate. After 20 minutes the door opened and middle-aged man dressed in a white coat strode in and seated himself behind the wooden desk. I started to have doubts that I'd been arrested - maybe committed. "Mr Andrew Phillips is what my files tell me you were called." He took up the brown folder on the desk and looked at me for the first time. I stared back trying to look disinterested as he opened the file and started to shuffle though the pages with a look of bored distain. As he read I could him muttering to himself, "... no immediate family...good...no close friends just bar acquaintances. No dependences. Good. Good good." He looked up and me and smiled. "Andrew, I don't believe you know what you are here for." "What ever it is I didn't do it." He continued smiling. "I'm sure you didn't - but that's not what you're here for. All past sins will be forgiven here. Would you like to hazard a guess to why you are here?" "Because I probably had too much last night and what's with this chair? I can't move." To be honest I had little recollection of the events of last night - was someone trying to cuff me. "Mr Phillips the chair is a precaution. Let me reassure you that you are quite literally a million miles from any police station you know and the life you once let come to that. You were not handcuffed last night, but were given a transportation bracelet by one of our agents so that we could bring you here for our little chat. You see the bracelet lets us and our 'subjects' travel across space and time. Astonishing as it seems you have travelled across half the galaxy to be with us now on our home planet of Hosta." I stared at him. The man was clearly insane. I'd been kidnapped by some lunatic and was being held hostage. I started to panic. "Look what is it you want - if you want money I haven't got any." "Oh we know that Mr. Phillips, but we want far more than your money. I know you must find it hard to believe that one minute you're living your life normally and next you're here with us. It's a problem most of our subjects have. It doesn't help that our planet is so like your home planet Earth - same type of sun, blue sky, similar gravity, air to breath. It is probably why our race, the Corsicus, are so similar to you humans. Our species evolved almost identical ways, and you humans, in all our searching, are the most convenient for our needs." This was getting worse. Not only was the guy convinced that we were on another planet, he was now telling me he was an alien. Trying to keep my voice from trembling I again repeated my question, "What is it you want?" He looked at me folded his arms, and leaning slightly forward "You. We want you." "Who... who are you?" My voice was beginning to crack. "How rude of me. I am Dr. Millar, employed by the Ministry of Population. The ministry was created to address the alarming fall in our population. Here on Hosta we have a society where people are free to do what they wish and unfortunately for us over the last generations fewer and fewer women wish to make the sacrifices necessary to become mothers and continue our race. That's where you humans come in. They make ideal candidates to be transformed into Corsican women. Strangely enough we find the male of your species more susceptible to these changes than females. And you Andrew Phillips meet our selection criteria perfectly." "I see from your face that you are having some difficulty taking this all in so let me show you the results of our work." From the desk draw The Doctor removed a small remote, the lights dimmed and the screen above the desk flickered into life. It showed a heavily set white man sitting where I was sitting now. He was clearly agitated and was struggling gamely but fruitlessly against the bounds that held him to the chair. A ball gag had been fitted so that only a muffled angry roar could be heard. Dr Millar spun round in his chair to view the screen. "Ah yes. This was Christopher Roberts. Unemployed builder when we picked him up. Long history of violence, had served time in more than one of your penal institutions. As you can see he was not happy with our hospitality - understandable as I had just told him what lay in store for him." In the video Millar stood and administered an injection to the restrained man. The scene faded with two burly men wheeling him away out of camera shot. "That was 3 months ago. This was the 'same' Christopher Roberts last week." The screen now showed a different office. Dr Roberts was behind a rather grand leather topped writing desk and on the wall behind were a rack of books. He was facing a rather odd couple. On the right was an older executive type of man in an expensively cut suit, while beside him was as an black Afro-American woman who looked like she had just been picked off the streets while hustling. She was about 5'4", at a guess she was 170-180 pounds. Her skin was a shade of light chocolate, and straight brown hair played over her shoulder down to her huge breasts, which hung nearly to the top of her rounded belly. She had deep brown doe like eyes, thin arched eyebrows and a characteristic Afro Caribbean nose. Her full lips were deep red and shone like rubies and from each ear hung a huge hoped gold earring. She wore a skimpy pink sleeveless hauteur type dress that barely reached the top of her matching stocking that were pulled high up over her voluptuous thighs. Her feet were crammed into a pair of silver high heels and as she crossed her legs I caught sight of her impossible flimsy knickers encasing her sex. She was clearly wearing no bra as her pert brown nipples and large dark aura were clearly visible though the skimpy material. On screen Dr Roberts addressed the woman. "Well Angelina, how are you finding your new life?" She glanced at the man beside her. He gave an almost undetectable nod of his head. "I'ss very happy wit Massesr. He treat me real well mos of da time and Iss happy to make him happy." Again the anxious glance and again the slight nod of the head from the man whom I assume she was referring to as the 'Masser." Angelina seemed pleased and threw a huge dazzling smile at Dr. Millar. He smiled weekly back before turning his attention to the man. "And what about you Mr. Jenkins? Does Angelina meet your expectations?" "Oh very much so," he replied in a clipped business like tone of voice. "Angel here is all what I wanted. Obedient, loyal, demure, attentive - I could go on." He turned to Angelina - and addressed her as if he was dealing with a 6 year old 'you're a very good girl." She produced her hugh smile again and her eyes dazzled with pleasure. "Yes. She has made huge improvements in the last month and I haven't had to correct her behaviour for weeks now." At the sound of the word 'correct' I noticed that Angelina eyes and smile dropped somewhat. "Well Mr. Jenkins, don't be too hard on Angelina....errm.. Angel, as you did require someone ... let me see." The Doctor was scanning down a document he had on his desk. "Oh yes here we are - mental abilities. Lower than average IQ in fact, an IQ well in the bottom 10 percent. And it seems to me that Angel is willing to please just as you required and now that she's 6 weeks pregnant I don't believe any more corrective treatment will be necessary. And maybe tone down the LA hooker look as she gets bigger." Mr. Jenkins seemed disappointed. "How are things in the err... maternal bed?" Dr Millar continued. A hungry look came in Jenkins eyes. "Oh yes Angel here is very receptive to my advances and thanks to the treatment you gave me, poor Angel hardly gets any rest in bed do you babe?" "No Masser. Masser very good to Angle. Angle enjoy Masser very much." The conversation droned on the screen above me but I no longer was interested. What was this mad bastard trying to suggest. That in 3 months this bull like builder I saw in the earlier clip had become this demure, slave like LA hooker look alike? The screen faded to blankness the lights in the cell came up and I again was facing the mad doctor. "Interesting case don't you think?" I wasn't thinking that at all. I was desperately envisaging a way to get away from this guy. Again I struggled against the leather bonds but my legs and arms were too tightly bound. The Doctor noticed my struggle with a mild amusement. "Want to leave already?" he asked mockingly. "But before you do, let me explain further what we have just seen. Here at the ministry we have thousands of men like Mr. Jenkins on our books. Men who'd like to father many children - to do their bit if you like. As I've explained Corsian women willing to make the sacrifice of motherhood are few and far between so these men turn to us. Each of these men will be vetted to ensure that they have the financially means to support the women that will become their wives and mothers of their offspring and have personalities to become loving loyal husbands. Of course we question them closely on what their ideal wife would be and to help them we provide a choice of hundreds of personality templates. We also offer the choice of physical attributes - height, ethnic background, hair, build etc etc. as best we can. In Mr. Jenkins case he chosed Angelina to have the personality based on a template of a black slave woman from your world living in the deep South of America 200 years ago - matched with an appropriate physical appearance." The Doctor paused and a far away look came into his eyes. "Quite ironic really as man who became Angelina had an extensive history of violence towards women and a rather unhealthy view of race relations. We're not supposed to do it but I could resist pairing him with Jenkins." I still didn't believe a word of it and concluded that our 'Doctor' here was suffering from a major personality disorder and decided to keep stum. "Now as for you we have a Mr Maxwell Perkins lined up for you. I do hope you'll enjoy him and your new life. I'm sure you will just like all the others who have come though our doors. Oh and by the way did you like Angel - you'll be seeing a lot more of her I'm sure. " From the draw of his desk he removed a small syringe and despite my protests empty it contents into my upper arm. "Sweet dreams," he said as the world once again slipped from me. Brave New World I awoke with a start. My eyes flashed open, but closed them tight as I was blinded by light. Blood was pumping round my head making my ears pound. My breathing was short and sharp. I had an overwhelming need to vomit but didn't have strength to try. She's coming too give her the anti nausea prep now. I felt a pick in my arm and the immediately the revolting feeling started to fade. "Georgina Georgina open your eyes." The request seemed to be spoken to me all though I had no idea who Georgina was. I opened my eyes carefully this time. The light seemed dimmer and saw a blurred face bobbing in my line of vision. I was shocked as the non-descript features of Dr. Millar came into focus on the face. God my living nightmare was continuing or was I in one of those horrible dreams where you dreamt you had awoken? "Good girl," he continued as he peered into my eyes. "How are you feeling? Not very well I bet, but don't worry, that's usual for patients recovering from situ. It's such a shame to feel so poorly on the first day of your new life, but you'll be OK in a day or two. Now over the next couple of hours you'll start to get some feeling back in your arms and legs, but at the moment you'll be unable to move. Now were going give you something to calm you down and do some basic tests, then we'll let you leave in peace. We'll be back to check on you in a couple of hours." His face disappeared from view and after being tugged around a bit, another injection, I heard them leave the room. I lay there listening to the thump of my heartbeat. Was I awake? I felt awake but it was difficult to tell paralysed as I was. My breathing became more relaxed as a strange feeling of contentment washed over me. Maybe it was the results of the last injection and as I lay there floating between the sleeping and awake world, out of my pluvial vision a saw what was a mass of blond hair on the pillow beside my head and was becoming aware of a strange pressure on my chest. Being referred to as she and Georgina.... curioser and curioser.... Dr Millar had re entered the room. I emerged from my strange trance like state. "Now Georgie, you don't mind me calling you that - we're going to do a few tests. Now don't try to speak just nod your head." I was able to nod feebly. "Good now wiggle you toes - good - now raise your fingers - good." "Can you feel this?" he pushed the end of his pen into the soles of my feet, legs, arms, neck and face. I nodded each time he pressed. He finally prodded at my chest and the tip of the pen penetrated the flesh far further and easily than I expected. It seemed to bounce out when the Doctor released the pen. He grinned. "Now we just need to check below." Out of my eye line he lifted the blanket covering and pulled the hem of what I assumed to be some sort of hospital gown up round my hips. I felt a strange coolness I'd never experienced before around my groin as if ... as if something was open and then felt Dr Millar's fingers probing, touching ...I wasn't sure what. It felt like he was pulling something apart. My God. An awful truth started to occur to me. What had happened to me? Was I still Andrew? What exactly was Dr Millar examining. Details of my first meeting with Dr Millar came rushing back. Don't panic I said to myself you don't know anything yet your just feeling a little weird. "Good everything seems to be fine." Dr Millar's face came back into view. "We'll need to take you for a scan just to make sure everything's in place, but first we need a little chat. Nurses help me, put Georgina in a sitting position. Ok, 1, 2, 3 lift." I felt myself lifted to a sitting position and as I knew it would the mane of blood hair came with me. This was not as disturbing as the feeling the weight pressing on my chest shifted position and seemed to be hanging from my chest pulling my shoulders forward. Millar looked me in the eye. "Now do you believe me. Look at that sky out there." He nodded to the small window in the opposite wall of the room. It was a fine sunny afternoon. But there was something else. It seemed to be too fine. The sky was blue but the most radiant blue sky I'd ever seen. "Beautiful, isn't it. The sky of my - no our home planet. Like I said to you before Hosta is very like the planet you knew as Earth, but as you can see from our sky there are subtle differences. Of course we are technically more advanced than your people and the situ procedure you are now recovering from was perfected many centauries ago. It was originally a cure for genetic disorders, but we had little difficulty modifying it so that it can help us with our pressing need. Amazing isn't it? 6 weeks in situ, and hey presto a new you. You are now technically a Corsican woman. Again very similar to women you would know but again with subtle differences, differences that you will become aware of very soon." "Now we'll take a ride to the scan room." As I was wheeled on my bed down a long corridor my mind was a blur. I realised that this was for real and I'd have to be very careful if I was ever to see home again. Angel "Good morning Georgina" It was the nurse who'd helped Dr Millar the day before. I had spent the rest of the day after my scan, laying here in my bed trying desperately to regain the use of my arms and legs with limited success. I studied the nurse closely as she walked over to pull the curtains and then filled a glass of water from a small sink. A standard young nurse. No pointy ears, no green tentacles. 2 eyes, one nose, mouth, 5 fingers (yes I counted them). A bog standard nurse. She even had the uniform! She came over took my pulse and smiled. "You should be close to full mobility now, but you'll feel weak so I recommend you stay in bed." Sure enough I was able, albeit with effort to raise my arm a little and bend my knees slightly. "Here, drink this." She held the water to my lips. I swallowed but found that even this small action seemed familiar, but odd. My lips didn't seem to grip the ridge of the glass as I'd expected and I was unable to take great gulps but had to take small mouthfuls. "I don't expect you to feel hungry right now - but don't worry that'll soon change," she said with a smirk. "Now I dare to say you have lots of questions but that will have to wait, you have a visitor. I'm sure you have lot to talk about." She left the room and I heard her say, "you can go in now." Through the door entered a young voluptuous Afro American woman who pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed. "Hi Iss Angel an Iss goanna be ya friend," and gave me a dazzling smile though her red shimmering lips. There was no doubting it. It was the same girl I'd seen on the video what seemed like a lifetime ago in Dr. Millar's office. She looked lovely. Her face was somewhat rounder and she seemed a little heavier. She was more conventionally dressed this time but her taut white blouse still showed much of her remarkable cleavage and a pronounced bump was showing under the tight black mini skirt she was wearing. I became aware that her expression had not changed sitting staring at me with that huge smile. I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. "Hi Angel," I at last managed. "What are you doing here?" These were the first words I managed since emerging from situ. Although my voice was husky from 6 weeks of disuse I could hear that it had a distinctly higher pitch. "Iss here cos Iss gonna be Miss Georgia's friend. Iss never had friend before." She caught me as my gaze once again settled on her cleavage. The way she was leaning forward on the chair it was a very considerable distraction. "You like Angels boobies Masseur do too. Soon you have a pair as big as Angels." And with that she leaned forward and firmly squeezed the protrusions on my chest that up to now I had been unable to feel or touch. A little gasp escaped my lips out of surprise at her actions but also the warm glow that spread though my tummy. "Don't dat feel good Miss Georgie. Iss love when Masser squeezes ma boobies." She paused and added with a pout, "sometime he squeeze to hard." Judging the looks Jenkins had given her in the video I wasn't surprised but I had more pressing issues. "Angel." She beamed back at me. "Can you tell me what's going on here? What's going to happen to me? What's...?" Before I could get any further Angel replied, "Iss gonna be your friend Masser say it ok. Angel and Miss Georgie goanna be best friends from now." Christ I thought, this was going to be hard work. But in my situation I was going to need all the friends I could get In the corner of the room was a full-length mirror. I nodded towards it. "Angel can you be a dear. Can you help me over there." "Why sure Miss Georgie cause I can Iss can do dat Iss ya friend." With that she trotted round to the other side of the bed on her black stilettos and helped me up so that I sat on the side of the bed. I looked down and what I'd assumed to be a hospital grown was in fact a flimsy powder blue teddy nightdress that barely covered half of my now rather generous thighs. And yep there they were. In the bodice of the nightdress were two well-rounded breasts. Shit. Angel carried on and took both my hands and leaning back hauled me to my feet. I immediately felt sharp stabbing pains running though my ankles and up the back of my calves. I sat down heavily. The pain subsided. Angel had a look of concern on her face. "You Ok Miss Georgie? Yer feet hurt Yeah? Day do ter same thing to Angel. Iss can hardly walk without my high heels now. Here yous put tease on. Day make ya feet feel fine. Go on an try again." From under the bed Angel produced a pair of 4" high mules that unsurprisingly fitted my feet well. Again Angel hauled me to my feet. Upright but rather unsteady I looked down at my feet that had caused me so much discomfort before. No pain this time but it did feel rather odd standing half on tip toe on feet that had no doubt shrunk to what a guessed must a been a size 3 or 4. With Angles help I shuffled over and finally I was in front of the mirror. I gasped. Was this really me in the mirror? Light blue eyes set in a small, soft round face starred back at me. I ran my tongue across a pair of full red lips and reached up and touched a nose that was smaller but in proportion to the rest of my face. I ran my hands though my new thick blond hair that spilled past my shoulders to just above my new bust and touched them for the first time. I felt a shiver run though me as I cupped them in my hands - definitely a B cup, maybe a C. I ran my hands down the soft expanse of my belly and was slightly alarmed at the feel of what were definitely the beginnings of love handles enveloping my wide hips. I couldn't believe it. Here standing before me was a smallish, slightly chubby woman but a very sexy one at that. I was definitely all woman - or was I? I knew the answer to that one, but I needed to be sure. I lifted the hem of my teddy and looked underneath. Gone were my cock and balls and replaced by a small mat of soft honey colored pubic hair and a pronounced pair of vaginal lips. I was stunned. "Miss Georgie." I jumped. I'd almost forgotten Angel was beside me. She must have been watching like a hawk. Gone was the bright smile. She now wore a look of deadly seriousness that I thought was beyond her. "There iss a way but ya gotta be strong. Ya has to be stronger tan Angel were. Angel not strong enough, Angel succumbed to Masser." "Angel what you talking about? There is a way to.... What did Jenkins... Masser make you do?" "Masser." She gave a little sob. "Masser he do nuting it wer Angels fault Angel's choice. Angel wanted it - want it bad. Miss Georgie ya need da be strong." She started sobbing. This was all too much. Completely unexpectedly I found myself welling up. I held Angel and she buried her sobbing head in my shoulder. I did the same to her and we both sobbed our hearts out. Making Plans for Georgie The orderly knocked on the heavy oak door of Dr. Millar's office. "Thank you James - Georgie please take a seat." I had not received any clothes and was aware the fresh pale yellow teddy and matching negligee I was wearing did little to cover my charms. Dr Millar Looked at me ravenously, which made me more uncomfortable still. I noted I was sat in the same office that Millar had interviewed Jenkins and Angel. Millar settled himself comfortable in his chair and looked down on me. "So did Angel explain everything to you?" "Well no not really." He chuckled. "Thought not. Not much going on up there with Angel." He tapped his head. "No I guess not." Poor Angel. I'd learnt that she had lost the ability to read and write anything complicated and had difficulty remembering the most simple of instructions which gave Jenkins plenty of excuses to exert his 'corrections' on her. "Now don't feel too sorry for our Angel. Remember who she was in her past life. I guess this is pay back time. I know Jenkins is more heavy handed with Angel than we'd like but he is a very influential man as you may discover. But you need not worry about that now. We don't have anything as err... extreme lined up for you." "So Georgie tell me what do you think or your new err appearance?" What did he think I thought of it. I was fucking furious. I'd been kidnapped changed into a woman of a different species so that I could produce the next generation of kidnappers. I would have shot him if I could. But that was going to get me nowhere. I needed to be calm. Angel had told me there was a chance. I didn't know what chance it was but didn't want to blow it. "I'm not very happy about it." An understatement if there ever was one. "No I'm sure at the moment you're not. That will all change when we activate the personality-programming that's implanted deep in your subconscious. We have a rather fun way of implementing it as you'll realize." Shit, that doesn't sound good. He gave me another of his wolfish looks. "However, physically you are now a fully functionally Corsian female. As you are aware our extensive efforts have been so that you can help provide our next generation. However things aren't so simple for women here. As I explained before there are subtle differences here then at home. For our women to become fertile and thus pregnant they need a certain proportion of body fat. It's the main cause that woman choose not to go down the motherhood route. Vanity is a very dangerous thing Georgie. In simple terms this means that you," he paused and looked at the notes on his desk, "are yes 5'4" - you would need to weigh 175 pounds give or take before you can start being productive. Now you currently are.. yes ..125 you need to gain 50 pounds." Gain 50 pounds. I was too large as it was. My previous body had always been lean and taught regardless of the abuse I gave it. "I know it sounds a lot but we can help. We have helped. The injection you were given before breakfast will have overexcited the neurotic path to the hunger senses in your brain. They will stay this way until you reach your breeding weight. No doubt you have already experienced the benefit." It was true, at breakfast I'd scoffed my way though a mountain of sausage, bacon, eggs, pancakes and bread. I'd put it down to the after effects of the situ treatment. "Would you like a snack?" Hating myself I nodded eagerly. Millar pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Miss Roberts, can we have elevens for our guest." "You are nearly at the end of your stay here Georgie. Your recovery from situ has been better than average. You may recall you are to become the partner and of Maxwell Perkins and if everything goes well the future Mrs. Perkins." "Max as you'll no doubt know him (this at least sounded better than Masser I thought) is a lovely man. Manager in one of our leading aeronautics companies desperate to find a wife and start a family - a total different kettle of fish from Jenkins." He scowled at the word. "Luckily for you he wants more from his wife than most of our applicants - he's also looking for a partner. He's chosen the personality based on a dutiful 50's housewife from your world and someone not to afraid to voice an opinion. He also has a passion for well-padded ladies. No problem there." As he looked at my bare thighs splade across my chair. There was knock and a lady I presumed was Miss Roberts brought in a plate laden with a selection of cream cakes, donuts and cookies, and placed them on Millar's desk. "Please help yourself," and before he could carry on and much to my disgust I had half a cream slice in my mouth. "Now I expect you'd like to meet Max." The screen above Millar's head came to life. It showed a face of a dark handsome man he in his late 30's. The man smiled gently. "Hello Georgina I'm Max." The shot zoomed out to show him standing on the front lawn of a large comfortable looking house. To my surprise I found myself examining Max very closely. Soft dark eyes, chiselled about 6" tall who obviously looked after himself. He gestured towards the house. "This will be our home. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I have. We'll meet soon." The screen faded. "I told you he was nice, what do you think?" "Very nice." I could have been talking about Max or the donut I was now taking greedily munching through. "After your personality programming you'll be released into Max's care and you'll begin your life as Mrs. Maxwell. Did you like the house? You'll be surprised to know that you already know the neighbour." "Angel," I said though a mouthful of choc chip cookie. "Yes that's right - of course it couldn't be anyone else could it." That was true - in the 5 days since I'd been awake here I'd only met Millar and Angel. Sure the nurses who attended me, orderlies who trundled me around the physios who'd help me recover my strength had all be pleasant but were all very business like and unlike to become bosom buddies. "Now Georgie any questions?" I had a thousand of them but I was sure that he had told me all he was going to say. Better to stay quiet and see how things panned out. "No," I replied. He raised he eyebrows in mock surprise. "No - not even your little conversation with Angel the other day?" It was my turn to look surprised, only mine was genuine. "Oh yes," he continued noting my surprise. "We have no secrets here my dear. I know that Angel is a bit of an airhead but she was right you do have a choice as she did." "Great I choose to go home now." The determined impression I was hoping to achieve was somewhat diminished as I spayed the last crumbs of cookie from my mouth. "All in good time. You'll have your choice later. First we'd like to you to experience being Mrs Perkins - you might find you enjoy it." Treatment I sat on the edge of my bed. The T.V. was droning in the background showing one of the trashy romantic soaps that seemed to play on a continuous loop. It was only mid morning and I was starving. This after 3 generous helpings of pasta and meatballs the previous night with a double helping of cream cake to follow and another mountainous breakfast this morning. There was a knock on the door. I hoped it may be another helping of elevenses or even better lunch may be early. I looked around and was greeted by a familiar flashing smile. "Hello Miss Georgie." She was struggling with 3 overstuffed carrier bags, which she dumped with a flourish on the bed beside me. She minced over in a brown pattern dress that barley covered her growing expanse. "Guess wat Miss Georgie." She was clearly excited and was barely able to contain herself as she sat down on the bed beside me. "Wes gonna be neighbours." She looked at me excitedly. "Masser tell me last night that ya gonna move in right next door with Mr. Perkins." She leaned back as if she was shocked by the enormity of her news. "And guess what else." She bobbed forward again. "Masser say Ya coming home wit Mr Perkins today." Wow that was news. Her beaming face fell a little and added on a quieter note. "Masser say dat ya com home after ya treatment." She paused her eyes glazed over and her lips tremble. Then the smile was back. "But dat not so bad. Ten you move in next da Masser and me. We can see each other every day! We cans go to the mall together, da beauty parlour, Masser may even let me go to da ladies club if I goes wit you Miss Georgie." I took her hands and looked closely into her eyes. If I was to fight what ever was coming up I needed to know what I was facing. "Angel tell what's the treatment like. What did they do to you in your treatment?" I could see that she was concentrating hard. She pouted her lips and her head bobbed slightly and finally looked me in the eye. "Iss so sorry Miss Georgie, Angel cant remember. I knows I was smarter befores and there was a machine...." She licked her lips. "Da machine make me feel good if ya knows wat Iss means. But it was so long ago ... all I can remembers rightly now is me and Masser. And of cause you Miss Georgie Iss remember yous." The brown bimbo was back. "Now Miss Georgie you don't fret. I knows it didn't hurt. What you needs is something to take ya mind off things." From one of the bags she produced a huge box of chocolates. "Masser let me buys ya some presents, see." I was deep in thought and Angel started twittering about the soap on the TV. Why were they letting me see Angel? Did they think she would lower my resolve? Was she a plant - she seemed genuine enough. No one could act that dumb. Or did they really think I needed a friend even one like Angel? As I pondered I was almost unaware that I'd eaten almost half the chocolates in the box. Angel noticed and with a smile said, "Miss Georgie you carry on like dat and you be as big as Iss is." It was a frightening thought. The moment I had been dreading was due. Two orderlies had collected me and wheeled me though the long dreary corridors of what I presumed by now to be the ministry. We went past rows and rows of doors identical to my room where I had spent the last week. It began to dawn on me that there could be hundreds or thousands of people like me undergoing the very same treatment. And how many ministries were there? Could this be where all those young men reported missing each year ended up? And what about the ones like me who nobody missed? To my surprise Angel had been allowed to come along too, and she chatted amicably about all our future trips together until we reached the treatment room. I now found myself strapped to what I guess must have been a gynalogical chair. I'd been forced to remove my knickers but thankfully allowed to keep my nightdress. The back of the chair was fully reclined and my feet were fastened to stirrup's that forced my legs to be raised and forced far apart. I was well aware that this fully exposed my fanny to all and sundry. The orderlies made sure that my arms where strapped firmly to the padded arms of the chair and that the bands around make ankles were secure. I wasn't going anywhere. As I'd expected Dr Millar was present and Angel was sat in the corner chewing her lower lip. What was happening? Was he going to perform an inspection? I'd thought I'd been though all that. I struggled to see if he was holding any syringes or other instruments. There appeared to be none. Millar stood over me. "Well Georgie we're nearly there. You have recovered remarkably well and physically you are perfect. This is where we activate your personality programming. We have in the past tried many ways of implementing this and have found that subjects are most receptive when in a state of... err... arousal. Obviously the more stimulated you are the greater the programming success. Therefore the program will be executed when you are at the height of excitement. The extent of your personality adjustments will be down to you." This sounded crazy but I'd followed every word. I repeated in my head the more stimulated I was the greater the personality mapping on me. No excitement. No excitement. Keep repeating it. The doctor had now reached above his head and was pulling down a chrome coloured box attached to the ceiling though a number of jointed arms. It reminded me of a machine that had been used to X-ray a finger that I had broken as a child. The doctor positioned the box ominously next to the tender lips of my vagina. I struggled to see over my boobs to see what was happening. Millar made some small adjustments and satisfied pushed a button on the console he was now holding. A series of locking sounds could be heard and Millar pushed hard against the box to ensue that the apparatus was secure. Happy he looked at Angel. "You're to stay here and help Georgie." She was now wearing an extremely worried look on her face. Before she could say anything the Doctor told her, "You'll know what to do when the time comes. And remember don't touch the equipment." He turned to face me. "We'll be watching from there." He nodded to a thin long mirror high up on the wall. With that he turned, and left Angel and me alone. For what seemed an eternity nothing happened. Then a click. I had my face pushed down in my chest so that I could see the box. From it protruded a thick pink phallus, which extended till it gently touched my fanny lips. I gasped. I was expecting it to be cold but in fact it was almost tepid. It lay there still. It gradually became warmer and I felt the pressure exerted on my sex increase. It was beginning to twitch. I felt a strange tingling radiating up though the walls of my fanny. Oh god, I thought, I'm becoming wet. The phallus was now getting very warm and the twitching had increased to a pulsing. It glistened. Lubricant was squeezing out of what must have been pin surface. The pressure had increased and no! It was entering me. The tingling was now spreading up though my loins creating a sensation similar to a warm towel being placed on my tummy. Then the pressure released and the phallus withdrew then pushed again entering me further. Again it withdrew again it penetrated deeper. The tingling in my loins had become a glow. Again out again in. Out. In. Out. The machine paused. To my dismay I noticed that it was considerably wetter retracting from my fanny than when it had entered. I was now lubricating this thing. I glanced at Angel. She was wide eyed and was now biting on a hankie she held to her lips. Oh god it was entering again. This time much deeper. I felt a sharp pain and groaned as I felt my vaginal muscle part to accept it. It paused again. I laid my head back on the pillow and the pain subsided. However the glow in me had not. It had been ignited. "No excitement," I murmured to myself. "No excitement." However it did nothing to extinguish the fire. I felt it withdrawn to my fanny opening and watched as it entered again but this time with no pain. A little further. Then a little further. And again a little further. I could feel myself being split like a ripe melon. Again a little further. God How much did I have inside me. 5",6" maybe more? It thankfully stopped. I was breathing hard and perspiration peppered my forehead. I wanted to lift my head but felt so stuffed that I thought if I did I would burst. I felt it move. Stretching me wider. It was now expanding its girth. I moaned. Surely I would break. It shrank and moved deeper into me. Further, further, further. It began to expand. It came to rest. It seemed that the entire world had slipped from my consciousness It was me and this pink monster violating me. I had no idea how much was inside me but I knew I'd it would have to stop soon or it would be popping out my mouth! My muscles clenched around it's growing size trying to hold in back. When I felt I could take no more it quickly shrank, withdrew and paused once more just outside me. It then now thrust steadily into me as far as it had been and withdrew. Then in, out, in. The tempo began to pick up Oh god It was beginning to fuck me It was fanning the fires that burnt within me The fire swept up though me setting my nipples ablaze. My, neck, face, arms, legs were all burning. "No excitement no excitement. No... No... Oooo..." I felt the chair move. It was sliding me down to meet the on coming pick. "Ooooh, Aaaah, Ooooo..." Back I went, out it came. Forward I went, in it came, over and over in a relentless cycle. I was burning all over. Was I going to have my first climax with this fucking machine? Frantically I thought 'No excitement' but all I could scream was, "Yes. Oh Yes." I felt a strange sensation welling deep inside. It was coming to the surface up, up ready to break. But it didn't. It didn't retreat but stayed there. I needed something to push me over. I could feel my breasts flopping up and down with each cycle banging against my ribs with each fall. I needed... I needed... "Angel come squeeze me pleaseeeeee." Before I knew Angle was beside me, holding and squeezing each of my boobs. The swelling began to move upwards again..... A white blinding flash exploded in my head. What was this it? My climax? No, I saw Max's face float into my brain. Max with his taut body kissing me deeply brushing my hair back tenderly cupping my breasts stoking my thighs - me in a flowery print dress in the kitchen of our house cooking cleaning ironing, Max behind me kissing my neck lifting my hem fumbling with the buttons of the starched bodice of my dress bending me over the table sliding my knickers down........ me in the bedroom getting ready for Max, applying perfume, makeup getting into that saucy red number I knew he liked.... Then there was Angel sucking my boobies, me sucking her ohhhhhhh............ On and on it went. Thoughts racing though my mind. Thoughts that I'd hoped would break the swelling that almost burst but never quite did. How long it went on for, I don't know. I eventually became conscious that the chair had returned to its original position and I heard the phallus click back into its box. I was left with a yearning a hunger and it wasn't just for food. Mrs Perkins Back in my room for a last time I was alone with Angel. She seemed as relived as I was that my treatment was now over. "Didna Angel tell ya Miss Georgie. Dat not so bad now it over." I felt differently towards her now. No longer did the simple broken words she spoke grate on me. I now found them rather sweet. "No, that's true, all over. I appreciate you being there for me, Angel." And oddly I really meant it. She gave me her best sunbeam smile. "Dat OK Dat what best friends for." "Dr. Millar tell Angel dat Iss got to get yous ready to meet Mr Perkins. There aint no rush we got all afternoon. Miss Georgie how ya minny feel. Do it hurt?" Minny? Her wide eyes flashed at my groin. Oh my fanny. It felt extended. Well-used. Not dissimilar to the way my legs would feel after a long run in my youth. Tender yes, but painful no. But there was something else. The fires ignited so successfully earlier had died down but had not been fully extinguished. "No Angel my err.. hum... minny doesn't hurt but...." Angel gave an exaggerated nod of her head that caused her brown hair to fall into her eyes. "Oh yes Miss Georgie Angel know dat feeling alright. Dat your love glow dat is. Iss had dat ever since I'd been wit Masser. Guess dat aint never goin away for you or me." "Now Angel gonna get ya ready Miss Georgie." Angel let me to the bathroom and gave me a long shower. I emergered wearing a pink towelling bathrobe with my hair wrapped in a matching towel. Angle was already in the room rummaging about in the bags still on the bed. From one she drew out an enormous vanity case, hairdryer, brush and a large mirror, which she placed on the small writing desk beside the sink. She pulled over a chair and beckoned for me to sit. I sat in front of the mirror as Angel hovered behind me, hair bush, tongs and dryer at the ready. "Nows Angel don't know much but Iss sure know how da make ya beautiful Miss Georgie. Now Iss bet yous hungry." I was starving I must have missed lunch and was about to ask Angel to hunt me down a sandwich. She felt around in one of her bags and drew out a bumper tin of chocolate covered biscuits. "Nows yous can munch on tem while Iss get on." "Oh angel you are a darling," and gave her a small peck on the cheek. For a least half an hour she tossed and teased my hair keeping up a stream of conversation. Unlike before I riveted by her gossip as I munched though the first layer of biscuits. It seemed to me matter of pressing need to know that what local boutique was the best for sexy comfortable underwear. That the young boy who was an assistant at the local deli was 'mighty fine." Mrs so and so at the local health and beauty store could be a 'downright rude', but was worth going to because they did the right conditioner for her hair. Any talk of Mr. Perkins brought strange butterflies to my tummy. By the time she was finished I had gotten through the first two layers of biscuits and was well on the way to finishing the third. I felt rather guilty when I saw Angel look at me. OK she'd had a few, maybe more, but in half an hour I'd almost got through 3 pounds of biscuits and was sure that in this body none of it was going to be wasted. "Dat OK Miss Georgie. Angel got some more if ya finish those. Iss remember what Iss was like before Iss reached breeding weight. Iss could sit at da kitchen table for hours and eat da whole contents of da fridge and still want more. Now wat yous think Miss Georgie?" She certainly knew what she was doing. My hair softly seemed to flow from my head and bounce softly of my back and shoulders It seemed so full of health that it shined. I was impressed. "Oh thank you Angel it's wonderful." Angle didn't think so, "Dat will do. But when we get home Iss gonna book us an appointment at Hair Fair." I knew this was Angel's local saloon. She put away her hair things and opened the vanity case. She first rubbed my face with a thick creamy moisturiser and after rubbing it in fully applied a thin coating of foundation across my face. Blusher followed and after a critical look at my eyebrows took a pair of tweezers and thinned my eyebrows slightly. She curled my eyelashes before applying a dark massacre and drew in a line on the bottom lids with a pencil. Powder blue eye mark up was applied to my upper lids before she turned her attention to my lips. "Now Miss Georgie your gonna has to leave dem biscuits for a bit. I'ss need to do yours lips and nails." She had me stretch my mouth into a wide grin and applied a scarlet red lipstick followed by some gloss. "Ya don't wat dat coming of when ya kissing Mr. Perkins." My thoughts drifted back to my experience in the treatment room. Kissing Max. Um Um. In my minds eye he was certainly past the kissing stage and ... ohhh. My love glow had ignited. Just by thinking about Max I was getting extremely horny. This must be the results of my treatment. I tried pushing thoughts of Max to the back of my mind. Angel now had my hand in her lap and was doing my nails gently. I could feel the heat from her minny and found myself watching the way the flesh on her upper boobies seemed to flow like water as she rhythmically filed my nails. Oh god this wasn't helping. With my free hand I stuffed another biscuit in my mouth. She had applied nail vanish that matched my lips and applied it to my toes for good measure. I splayed my fingers out as I waited for the coating to try. Angel was popping biscuits from the second tin into my mouth. "One for ya Miss Georgie an one for Angel" I giggled. "Dis will go straight to ma boobies and hips an Iss no even hungry." She selected a particularly large shortcake and munched happily on it. "Now Angels gotta ask you something Miss Georgie." I braised myself - no more surprises. Instead she brushed her hair back over her ear and held the big hoop earring she wore in her fingers. "Do yous like these? Do ya wants ears like Angel? Iss got da equipment and knows how to use it." Before I answered she took out a piercing gun and loaded it with a gold stud. She clearly expected me to say yes. I was about to tell her to put it away but a more compelling thought came to me. How could I be Mrs. Perkins house keeper, mother dutiful wife without pierced ears. The thought seemed ridiculous that I would turn Angels kind offer down. "Yes Angel," I found myself replying. "I think there gorgeous. Of course you can do them." In a minute she'd positioned the gun over my left ear and felt a sharp pain in the lope. Before I knew it Angel had completed the job on the other side. She smoothly attached the fastenings to behind each stud and faced me. "All done," she said brightly. "Now wat you think?" I looked at myself in the mirror. I was stunning. Angel could really have a job as a beauty technician. My teeth shone bright under vivid red lips that glistened seductively. My blue eyes peered from under long curled eyelashes set beneath perfectly coloured eyelids and arched light eyebrows. I was a dish to be taken and my thought turned mischievously to Max. Angel seemed to read my thoughts. "Ya is lovely Miss Georgie. Mr Perkins in for a right treat." She smiled wickedly. "Mr. Perkins he gonna be here soon. Wes need to gets you dressed." From her final bag she removed a large white matching bra and panties, blouse and a 2-piece suit. "Miss Georgie Iss got to make sure dat these gonna fit. Dey gave me your size when ya first came out of dat long sleep but Iss reckon ya grow from then." I stood while she slipped a measuring tape round my bust and after studying the numbers did the same for my waist hips and thighs. She scowled slightly. "Iss knew dat would happen. Miss Georgie ya already gone up a dress size maybe more. Da bra ant knickers will be Ok, as dey were big anyways but those...." she indicated the suit and blouse hanging from the door. "Ya gonna needs some help." Firstly we need to get ya into this. She clasped the bra around my chest under my generous bust. "Tsk ya already on da last hooks." Angle clamped me closely in. She fed my arms though the wide straps and positioned each boob into the ample cups. I felt the heaviness on my chest lift and the weight of my bust was now taken by my shoulders, which was far more comfortable. Instead of repulsing me like it would have done the previous day, the thought of having to have my boobs caged everyday like this every day filled with a strange delight. It was a sign of my maturing womanhood. Angel had finished fiddling with the straps and looked down to see that although each boob was fully supported by the strong under wiring, the three quarter cut of the bra did little to hide my considerable cleavage. I stepped into the matching kickers and Angle pulled them up my smooth legs and fitted well around my touch? although my belly protruded slightly over the lacy elasticised top. As I was admiring myself I'd failed to notice Angel produce a further item from her bag. "Iss sorry Miss Georgie but ya gonna have to wears this if ya gonna get in ya suit." In her hand lay an old fashioned half length girdle. I couldn't wear this. "Oh Angel," I gave a little sob. "I can't wear that ...what about Max?" "Ya don't go worrying bout Mr. Perkins. I reckons he'll like ya in it." My lip stopped trembling, perhaps she was right. Maybe Max would enjoy unwrapping his plump little Georgie. I found the thought arousing. Angel was holding the garment in, inviting me to step into it, which I did. She pulled it up so the bodice was just below my bra encasing my belly and bum. Angel was behind me now. "Ya breath in now Miss Georgie." I sucked in and felt Angel pulling at the recessed zip on the back of the girdle. I felt it stick round my bum. She was clearly struggling to make it go further "Now Miss Georgie sweetie ya gotta breath in hard or Angel never get dis zip up." I sucked in with all my might and with a grunt from Angel I felt the zipper close. It was a tight fit. My bum and belly were now firmly controlled in this nylon prison. "Dat should to it Miss Georgie. Da blouse might be a bit tight on ya boobies but we should be OK. But first thing first." She now rolled a pair of seamed white stockings up each leg a fastened them with a snap to the garters hanging from the girdle. She held the starched blouse for me and I struggled into it. It was low cut with a pressed collar. The button that fastened half down my cleavage was a little strained but the rest of the tailored cut fitted me well. Angel looked at it critically. "Dat a little tight here." She cupped each breast in turn making my pulse race, "But it OK." From the hanger she removed the 3/4 length pencil skirt of the pale blue suit. She unclasped the waist and pulled the zipper back. I stepped into it and Angle pulled it up and closed the clasp and zipper. Next was the jacket, which I slid on over my shoulders and Angle buttoned the two gold tortoise shell finished buttons. "Now sit down Miss Georgie and Iss get ya shoes." She positioned the chair behind me and as I sat I felt my hips and thighs pressing against the confined space of my skirt. Angel bend down and slipped off the mules I'd grown used to over the past week and pushed my feet into a pair of high heeled blue patent leather shoes. "Dere almost finished," Angel said admiring her work. From a larger ceramic bottle she spayed me with a lavish amount of sweet flowery perfume. Behind the ears, on my neck, down my exposed cleavage, and on my wrists. I would have normally found such an overpowering scent a real turn off but now it smelled the most like the most divine thing in the world. "Oh Angle that's simple gorgeous, what is it?" "Ah Miss Georgie dat my favourite. Wild Meadow flowers. Masser like it too. Here I got a little bottle in here if ya need to freshen up. She handed me a small handbag that matched the blue of my shoes. "I also put some of dat lipstick in there with a bit of face powder and a hair brush. Other things too that a girl needs like a hankie a nail file and mascara. Ya now ready to go Miss Georgie. Ya go see yourself in da mirror." I gingerly stood up. I was afraid I was going to burst out of the clothes I was wearing but I knew the stout girdle would prevent that. I tottered over to the full-length mirror finding on my way that thanks to the length and narrow cut of my skirt I could only take short mincing steps. I felt my hips sway wildly with each faltering step. Angel had noticed my difficulties. "Dat Ok Miss Georgie you soon get used to it. Ya just got da slow down now." I reached the mirror and admired myself. I was dressed a stereotypical 50's American housewife. Plump but restrained. The cut of the jacket and blouse and the way my bra exposed my cleavage emphasised the size of my breasts. The flared hem of the jacket sat on the largest part of my butt and exaggerated the prominence of my rear. The blue shoes matched perfectly and the little gold clasped handbag finished the look perfectly. This was the look that Mrs Georgina Perkins would now have. I was ready to meet Max. Max I had said my final farewell to the room that had been my home for the last week and was slowly making my way to Dr. Millar's office where I would finally meet my fate and Max. There was no chair for me to be wheeled in as Angel and I followed a sulky orderly thought the corridors of the ministry. I was finding it difficult to obtain any rhythm walking. The tight hobble skirt made me take little dainty steps. In my new high heels I was effectively walking on tip toe and the way my bra threw out by boobs unbalanced me further. Angel was right, this was going to take some getting used to. We finally arrived at the familiar oak door and we were shown in. Dr Millar was there with a dark handsome stranger I knew was Max. I felt a flurry of butterflies in my tummy and felt quite faint and was pleased to be led to a chair where I sat down carefully. Angel was sat in the far corner of the large office where a small TV buzzed quietly as was soon engrossed in an episode of Doctors and Lovers. I couldn't cross my legs so I sat knees together with my hands neatly folded on my lap. I was so tense. I stared at Dr. Millar afraid to even give Max a glance. "Hi Georgina, I'm Max." The deep steady voice was addressing me. I turned my head slightly to look at him. My voice was trembling. "Hello Max, I'm Georgie," I said stupidly I blushed deeply and bit my lower lip. In my lap my hands gripped themselves together hard. He smiled understandably. It was clear he had been forewarned that I would behave like this "You look fabulous. Of course I'd seen pictures of you before but you look ten times better in the flesh. Angel has certainly made you look your best." I flushed again. I was at a loss to say anything. What a lovely thing to say. My tummy was doing cartwheels. "How are you?" he asked. A simple questioned but as Max had asked it I needed to consider my answer carefully. Eventually all I could offer was, "I'm pleased to meet you." I gazed deeply into the brown pools of his eyes transfixed. I heard Dr. Millar give a small cough. "Georgie, Georgie." Oh gosh. So taken with Max I'd almost forgotten Dr. Millar was in the office also. Slightly annoyed I had to stop drinking in Max's beautiful features I turned and faced Millar. He addressed Max. "Max, from our initial observations we are quite confidant that Georgie's personality mapping was a complete success. Wouldn't you agree Georgie?" That was hard to argue against. The new way I felt about Angel, listening to all her gossip carefully, studying her beauty techniques, how I'd become upset when I thought that Max would find the new podgy me gross, how I'd loved the new look me with Angels reassurance and most of all how I wanted to be Max's. Yep you could say they had been extremely successful. I just nodded my agreement. "Good," Millar continued. "Max just sign the release form here and you can be on your way." As Max signed the form on Millar's desk he handed me a hefty brown package. "It's a book," he explained. "You'll find it useful." Millar briefly examined the signed document that Max had now returned. "That's fine. No doubt we'll see you in due course when Georgie is..err. ripe." Max stood and made to leave the office. Angel and I dutifully followed behind. Angel slipped her arm though the hook of mine and as we trailed max down the corridor, we engaged in a whispered conversion about how fine Max was until we reached his car outside. Having overcome the difficulty of getting into the car with heels and tight skirt (I'd had to back my bum in first, sit down and swing both legs together into the foot well - Max had laughed warmly at my performance) we were now cruising down a freeway on a soft summer evening. Angel was in the back filing her nails. I was taken in the strange landscape. Again familiar, but slightly different. Thoughts of home were becoming increasingly foggy. I remembered what Angel had said about not recalling much before she'd met Mr. Jenkins. It was obviously part of the programming. Max put some music on. It sounded like jazz. Max hadn't said much to me mainly because every time I was spoken to I blushed deeply and was unable to reply. "Do you like it?" he said presently I looked at him and turned crimson once more. He smiled. "The music, do you like it?" I nodded meekly. "Good," he continued. "It's Johnny and his Jazz beat - one of my favourites." I made a mental note of the name and listened more carefully determined that it be my favourite too. We finally pulled off the freeway and after driving though a pretty town we pulled up outside a gated driveway leading to a large house. Showing that he was a true gentleman Max got out and opened the car door for Angel. She got out with contemptuous ease and outside I saw Max give her a light peck on the check. Bizarrely I felt a flash of anger. No, it was jealousy. It disappeared as soon as it had come as I heard Max thank Angel for all she'd done. She returned the peck and leaning though the open door said, "Iss see ya bright and early tomorrows. Wes got a busy day tomorrows Miss Georgie. Ya now have a goodnight." And with a wink she added, "Iss sure ya will." She opened the gate and trotted up the drive swinging her now largely empty bags freely. Max got in looked at me eagerly and said, "Lets get home." Umm I thought. The glow in my belly was saying just that. The car crunched to halt in front of our new home. Max held the car door open for me. I'd swung both feet out and was now struggling to raise my bum from the seat. Max held my arm and pulled me upright. The motion caused my boobs to ripple and settle back into place. I caught Max casting an approving glance down my cleavage. I was now struggling on the loose gravel of the driveway. Max placed his hand round my waist till we reached the steps leading to the front door. I was savouring the imprint that Max's firm grip had left on my waist as I watched him enter a complex code into an entry pad beside the door. "Here place your hand here. That's it palm down." Max pushed my hand against an opaque panel below the keys he had entered the code from. "Excepted," the machine said. "No need for keys here love," Max explained. "This is our house now. To gain entry place your hand on the pad and push. Try." I did as was told and the door clicked and swung open. I followed Max though and he let me to a large kitchen. "I expect you're hungry Georgie." He took up two super size pizzas from boxes on the table and placed them in the oven. "Why don't you take a look round? This will be your domain from now on." I scanned the kitchen. It was pristine. It was finished in brushed aluminium and had dark surfaces. In one corner stood a massive fridge freezer. I teetered over to investigate. I discovered it was well stocked, as were the food cupboards. Max had obviously planned my home coming well. I was investigating the cleaning products under the sink when I heard the oven ping. Max carried the pizza over to the breakfast table that dominated the floor space and sat down. He bade me to join him. Sitting beside him I viewed the pizza with hungry eyes. But I felt embarrassed and Max saw me hesitate. "Georgina," he said sternly. "I know you're hungry and that's OK. The quicker you get to your breeding weight the quicker you become mine so help yourself." With that I ploughed into the pizzas and didn't pause until the last crust had gone. Max watched on approvingly. "Ice cream?" Without waiting for a reply he went to the fridge and returned with a litre tub of double choc ice cream, which I allowed him to feed me. Little did I know that Max derived a perverse pleasure feeding me and consumption of ice cream would become a regular bedtime routine. My tummy was as tight as a drum. I squirmed uncomfortably on the chair. "Why don't you go up and change - you'll find something on the bed."