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Forced to be a Pansy II By Cheryl Lynn Please read "Forced to be a Pansy" before reading this one. This is an X rated fictional meaning that in no way is this story related to reality or to any living person, place or thing. If you do not enjoy reading demeaning punishing torment of men by dominant women, then do not read this. YOU ARE WARNED. Story is copy written by the author and permission is granted for private use only. No authority to republish or use on pay sites is granted. Forced to be a Pansy II After another month of Hilda's sex education classes, Pat could suck the pink dildo all the way to its base. He was even able to discharge a clear fluid into his panty's crotch by humping his butt plugged ass against the seat cushion as he watched the gay porno flicks. Hilda was satisfied with Pat's progress over the past four months. Her daily injections of bovine hormones and use of the milking machine had almost achieved the desired results. His breasts were easily a B cup and his nipples were stretched out almost three quarters of an inch. Now if the hormones would only kick in like they did for her cows and make him start producing milk, she could begin finalizing his transition into a complete pansy. Just the thought of him having to wear a nursing bra brought a smile to her face. His breasts were getting there. They had a nice pear shape with long and fat nipples. Just last night she observed several beads of a pale milky fluid collecting in the milking machine. Zelda and Sharon would strongly object to what she was doing but so far they seemed to accept Hilda's explanations about his breast growth. Hilda did her best to keep their time with Pat to a strict limited schedule. She didn't want them to find out too much of what she had done to him. They certainly didn't know about the hormone therapy, what she had done to his groin or the sex re-education she was forcing on him either. She was especially careful in not letting them see him nude and promised him a severe punishment if he said anything to them about his physical condition. They sincerely believed that Hilda was just turning a pain in the ass trouble causing irresponsible boy into a mild mannered one. The girly clothing and make up was just temporary until his demeanor changed for the better. The physical changes to his body were ignored as Hilda explained that sometimes these things just happened and would eventually go away. Zelda turned a blind eye to Pat's changes because she was enjoying teaching him how to act like a proper lady and especially now that he treated her with respect. She missed the time and mother/daughter bonding she felt when teaching Sharon these lessons. Pat seemed to absorb the lessons very well and to enjoy them. Sharon, for her part, enjoyed having a little sister to play with and the fact that he no longer made her life miserable. She was just happy to turn him into her little sister so she could teach him all the girly things like make up and clothing. Seeing him as a little sister made it even easier to ignore his changing body 000 "Sam, I need you to come visit me at the farm. I have something to show you that I just know you will like. No, you will have to come over just before lunch and leave no later than three. Yeah, I have my younger sister and her teenage daughter living with me and I don't want them to see you. For that matter, I don't even want them to know that you were ever here. Understand? Yeah, ya might call it a private training session. Pay? Sam, what did ya say when I got my friend the judge to take your case....dismissed as I recall. Tell you what; I'll let you take his cherries. How does that sound? Just make him the biggest pansy ever. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." That next morning after Sharon left for school, Hilda entered the room. Pat was sitting in his lone lounge chair reading the mandatory woman's magazine. He was wearing a pair of white short shorts with cuffs and pleats, yellow pull over cotton sleeveless shirt, white yellow frilled ankle socks and white Mary Jane shoes. His make up was nice girl moderate meaning just eye liner, mascara, pink eye shadow, and a moist coral pink lip gloss. Strawberry blond ringlets covered his head as his hair was still too short to really style but it did show off his earrings. Each lobe had been tripled pierced with the lowest containing a large gold hoop, the second by a smaller hoop and the third with a pink crystal stud. "Pansy, just look at you," Hilda said as she walked up to him. "I see your step-sister and mother are trying their best to make you look like the typical little sister. Well, we both know differently, now don't we. It's time we changed all that. You're nothing but a faggot pansy that'd rather suck cock and look like a femmie boy than a real girl. It is high time that you started learning how to be a pansy for real. So get your fat ass over to the vanity and let me see you fix that face to look like the whore you really are and maybe put a big pink satin ribbon on top that mop of curls. Better strip down to your bare ass as well before you fix your face. While you are doing that, I am going pick out a proper outfit for you to wear. Make sure that you use a lot of that cheap perfume I bought for you while you are at it." Pat knew better than argue. The ever present cattle prod at Hilda's waist hadn't been necessary for some time and Pat certainly did not want to ever experience it again. The last time, she pushed it into his groin and well, just say that he would do anything to avoid the experience. Sharon was a good teacher and four months of daily practice made his hand steady as he applied the various products to his face. Pat soon was awash in feminine colors. Foundation and powder used thickly, purple, lavender blended into pink eye shadow, long fake eyelashes, burgundy blush on the cheeks, and a blood red lipstick applied heavily to his lips completed his transformation. Remembering her advice, he fastened with several bobby pins a large flounced pink satin bow to the top of his head and spritzed his neck, wrists, cleavage and crotch with the flowery perfume. As a final touch, he applied inch long acrylic nails to his fingers and painted them in matching blood red enamel. When he turned away from the mirrored vanity, he looked down at his hairless crotch. He blushed as he always did when he looked at what Hilda had done to him down there. His penis was glued back between his legs, his testicles pushed back up inside his body and the scrotal sack folded over his shaft and tightly glued to give the appearance of a vagina. It was even more embarrassing now that he had to view his crotch while peering between a pair of tits. He quickly raised his eyes to see what Hilda had picked out for him to wear. He was appalled to see what Hilda had picked out for him. A pair of thin nylon purple crotch less panties trimmed in pink floral lace with two lavender satin bows at each leg opening, matching bra with a pink lace circle to embrace the exposed nipples, matching garter belt and pink with white lace topped nylons for his undergarments. A pink Arabian Night's sheer chiffon blouse with long billowing sleeves that were slit up the sides had flowing lace cuffs at the wrist. The elasticized waist also had a frill of pink lace and would caress his chest just below his breasts. A pair of bright chartreuse short shorts with a back zip would hug his now rounded butt in a very tight embrace were on the bed beside the blouse. A pair of bright pink patent leather knee high spike heeled boots was sitting beside the bed on the floor. The heels had to be at least four inches in length with two inch thick soles and the toes came to a sharp point. "Come on Pansy, we aint got all damn day for you to get ready for your date. Sam will be here any minute now and you got to be presentable," Hilda smirked. She was enjoying the look on his face when she mentioned he had a date. "He has a stable of swishy pansies up in the city and he is going to train you to become the perfect pansy. If you don't do exactly what he tells you and do it happily, I will let him take you with him when he goes. You understand pansy? You do just like he says and you get to stay here.....otherwise I'll just tell Zelda and Sharon that you done up and run away and I don't know even where to begin looking for your sorry ass. So you better decide now what you want to do." Pat just stood there beside the vanity with his mouth open in a state of shock. As the words sunk into his panicking mind, he almost fainted. She was asking him to make an impossible choice. He did not want to stay where he was and he most certainly did not want to go with this Sam guy. Either way he was going to lose but being here seemed better than going with Sam. He did not want to even think about having to be in the city hustling guys on the street for money. At least here, he only had the three women to torment him. Well not three, mostly it was Hilda that really scared the snot out of him. Zelda and even Sharon seemed kind to him compared to Hilda. Zelda seemed to actually care about him at times. He wanted to tell her so often about what Hilda when they were not there. He was just too afraid to act on his desire. Some how he felt that Zelda would put a stop to all this but he could not take the chance. Slowly he walked over to the bed and began to dress. Hilda watched with a smirk on her face. Every now and then commented on just how much of a pansy he looked as he donned one item after another. Finished dressing, she made him face the full length mirror where he was required to repeat over and over, "I'm such a pretty pansy. I feel so gitty and gay. I just love how I look and feel." 000 When Sam arrived in his fully restored 1975 hot pink Cadillac a little past 11:00 Hilda was waiting for him. Sam was big, standing 6 foot five and weighed at least 280, black as ebony with a ready smile. He was wearing a white dress shirt with ruffles down the front with the first three buttons at the top undone and tight black leather pants. Getting out of the back seat were two pansies. One appeared to be Hispanic and the other was white and both of them simpered over to stand beside their pimp. The Hispanic was introduced as Josie and the other as Matilda Sue. Josie was about five foot seven and full figured but not quite fat. His raven hair was flowing down almost to mid-back, had thick cock sucker lips and wore heavy make up. He was wearing a brilliant yellow velvet pair of skin tight short shorts that revealed a large bulge at the crotch, a lavender silk blouse with full billowing sleeves and a very full floral lace jabot. A red bra with the cups lying almost flat could be seen through the blouse. On his feet were a pair of yellow anklets with white lace frills and a pair of white patent leather pumps with a three inch block heel. Dangling from a frilly yellow lace scrunchy fastened around the right wrist was a white plastic tag that read "Sissy Bitch". His finger nails were one inch long talons painted a bright fire engine red. Matilda Sue was about the same height but almost anorexic looking. His blond hair was done in a spike do with bright pink dyed tips. He was wearing a spiked dog collar around his neck with a tag reading "Punk Bitch". He wore a low cut aqua green nylon camisole top that revealed a Prussian Blue demi-bra underneath and a skin tight black leather micro- miniskirt. Black fishnet hose rose out of a pair of knee high black stripper boots. His right bicep was encircled with a tattooed garland of pink roses. His face had more piercings than Hilda wanted to count and the lips were coated with black lipstick. Hilda was shocked when Matilda Sue stuck out her tongue and saw that it was forked just like a snake's. Sam let out a laugh upon seeing Hilda's shocked face. "Ya should see that wrapped around some man's dick," he said. "When he sees that he'll cum in less than ten seconds. Matilda Sue is a very talented pansy. Now what is it you want me to teach this pansy of yours." "Like I told you earlier," She began, "I want him to become a total pansy. My stubborn sister and her daughter are quite content to treat him as a proper teenaged girl. Hell, Zelda has already approached me asking if I thought we should let him return to his old boyish ways. She'll have a fit if she ever finds out what I've already done to him. So you got to make sure that becoming a pansy is his own idea and that he is glad to be one. Can you do that?" "Well I honestly don't know right now Hilda," he replied. "If I had him twenty four seven and get him hooked on drugs I could say yes but....you got my hands somewhat tied here. Are you sure that you don't want me to get him high?" "Hell no, I don't want that. I want him to be aware of what is happening to him. Not only that I want him to actually ask, no, beg for it," she quickly replied. "No," he said shaking his head. "Okay then, let's go see him and then leave me to my work." 000 Sam stood there appraising the cowering figure before him. "Pat is already well on his way to becoming a pansy. Needs collagen injections to fill out his somewhat thin lips, maybe a nasal piercing and a femmie tattoo or two but otherwise physically almost there," he thought. "Aaaahhh, that's what's missing...no bulge in his shorts. Hilda you old rascal what have you been up to. Yeah, those must be real titties too. Not like any of my pansies. Dressed right he could easily pass as a female. At least now I know where to start." As Sam turned away to consult with his two pansies and Hilda, Pat managed to stop quaking. Now that Sam's intense stare was removed from his body, he relaxed just a bit. Hilda was bad but Sam really scared him. Sam and the two sissies had startled him when they first arrived with Hilda. At first he thought the two weird looking young people were really girls until he noticed the large bulges in their crotches and saw the tags up close. When Sam approached him and had him turn around slowly, Pat realized that he was not dressed too differently than the sissy boys standing off to the side. The one who was called Matilda Sue was standing with her hip cocked powdering her nose while the other one whose name he had already forgotten was standing with her legs slightly apart. She had one hand resting on her hip with the wrist turned up and the other arm held tightly to the side, elbow bent at a ninety degree angle and the hand hanging limply downward. She had been chewing gum and was now blowing a big pink bubble. The conference did not last long and Hilda started to leave but turned and told him that he had better do exactly as he was told or else suffer the consequences. When she was gone, Sam walked over to Pat and placed his large black hand over Pat's crotch and rubbed it up and down for a moment. In shock at Sam's boldness, Pat tried to jump back but Sam placed his other hand behind his neck and held him firm. "Look bitch what are you a man or a girl?" he said almost in a whisper. "Err...I....I'm a man," Pat managed to whisper back. "A man? Are you sure bitch? I don't feel no dick hiding anywhere down here. What's this?" He continued as he moved the hand up to feel Pat's right breast. "This feels real enough. You sure you are a man? I mean, I don't feel no dick but I do feel a nice plump tit." With that Sam pinched Pat's nipple though his blouse. Pat let out a squeal as Sam pinched him. "Ouch that hurt," he finally managed as Sam removed his hands and stepped back. "Well I asked you a question. What are you? Now don't go and lie to me and say that you are a man cause you aint got no dick and don't tell me you're a girl either just cause ya got titties. A real girl would have been grinding her hips inta my hand when I rubbed ya down there. So ya must be a dickless manikin. Tell me you are a pansy and want to be the best pansy ya can be and I'll get ya dick back for ya. What'da ya say?" As Sam finished asking Pat the question, he nodded over to his two pansies. They quickly moved over to stand on each side of Pat and began fondling him. Pat started to repeat that he was a man but seeing the deep scowl on Sam's face just kept quite. If the red glow of his blushing could have been seen through the thick layers of make up, no one seemed to notice. He was embarrassed and confused and did not know what to say. Sam asked him again to admit that he wanted to be a pansy. "If you admit that you want to become a real pansy then ya'll get ya dick back. That is what a pansy is ya know a sissy looking guy with a big dick. He wants the world to know that he is still a guy but likes to dress all fru-fru like. Now tell me you want to be a real pansy or would you rather have that pussy of yours made real. Ya know just like a real woman with a real cunt. All it takes is a little cut here and a little snip there and presto ya are a woman." Pat almost fainted when he heard that they were considering surgically removing his dick and turning him into a real girl. Anything would be better than that. At least if he had his dick back then maybe he could escape from this crazy farm and get his life back together. Seeing no option left to him, Pat nodded his head and softly said, "I...I am er...I mean that I want to be a real pansy." "No, say it like you really mean it. I want to hear some sincerity in that voice and a big smile. I want to really believe you when you ask me to make you into a real pansy. Make me believe you," Sam admonished him. "Please make me into a real pansy. I want my dick back and....and I will do whatever you tell me. Please make me into a real pansy," Pat pleaded. "Ya know I almost believe you bitch. Now all you have ta do is convince my two playmates here that you really want to become just like them. Go on pansies make him want to be just like you," Sam said. Pat was sandwiched between the two pansies facing Matilda Sue. Matilda Sue reached into her mouth and extracted the wad of pink bubble gum and pressed it into his mouth. As it passed his lips, she leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and began playing with it. While she was doing that Josie pressed her cock into Pat's rounded butt and reaching around began undoing his blouse. Pat was repulsed by what was going on but his recent porno training helped to ease his reluctance. Yes, seeing it on the television and playing with himself was one thing but actually participating was something altogether different. Only the remembered cattle prod and its very painful use kept him from protesting. When Matilda Sue bent her head down and began sucking on his exposed nipple while Josie began messaging his ass cheeks Pat's thoughts of resistance completely faded. He was still scared and did not want to play at this game but they were making him feel something he hadn't felt like in what seemed years. He was actually feeling good. As long as he just kept his eyes closed and concentrated on just the feelings of two sweet smelling bodies rubbing together it was alright in his mind. Pat soon found himself on the bed with nothing on but his lingerie as were the two pansies. Matilda Sue was down between his legs licking and kissing his exposed crotch while Pat was suckling at Josie's black lipstick coated man nipple while she played with his much larger tits. She was milking them just like a cow. Squeezing at the base and sliding her hand down to the nipple then gave the nipple a quick pinch. To her amazement Pat's nipple formed a large droplet of white milk. She slid the droplet onto her finger and brought it to her mouth and licked it off. It was sweet and had a slightly strange smell to it something like baby formula. Josie quickly got into a prone position over Pat and began earnestly sucking on his puffy nipple. As Josie began suckling Pat was surprised with the feeling of something flowing out of his breasts. He did not know what caused that feeling but it felt so good he hoped that it would go on forever. He was enjoying the feeling when he felt his head being turned to the side. With half closed eyes that soon opened to full awareness, Pat saw what appeared to be the biggest black penis he had ever seen coming towards his mouth. It touched his lips as he was about to protest and as he opened his mouth slid right in. "Don't you dare bite bitch or I'll cut you right here and now," he heard Sam demand. "Now start sucking like a good pansy or you'll make me mad." Sam's cock filled his mouth completely and he had to stretch his lips wide to accommodate it. Slowly it pushed its way deeper and deeper into his mouth. Pat was thankful now for all the practice he had gotten on the dildo but was still glad that Sam was taking his time. All too soon Pat felt the head pass into his throat and the rough spring like pubic hair press into his nose. Just as he was about to pass out from lack of air the big shaft came back out and began its journey back in. He closed his eyes and just concentrated on the feelings. Nothing else mattered he told himself. When Pat finally came back to reality he felt like he had been run over by a train. His jaws were sore and his mouth tasted funny. There were milky flakes of dried stuff around his nipples and his ass hurt something terrible. As he stood up, he felt a cold slimy fluid begin to seep down his inner thighs. He looked down between his breasts and saw that his crotch looked almost rubbed raw and it sung as well as his bottom hole. Pat reached down to touch it and quickly pulled his hand back....it hurt. Walking gingerly he went to the bathroom. He noticed that his hose were torn and when he looked into the mirror saw that his face was a complete disaster. As he soaked in the bubble bath, he remembered what had happened and began to cry. "Oh, what have I done," he moaned into his cupped hands. Bathed and cleaned up but still feeling dirty, Pat wrapped a towel around his upper body and put the pink satin turban on his still damp hair. Back in the bedroom he was startled to see Sam, Josie and Matilda Sue sitting on his bed. Hilda was standing off to the side. "Alright bitch, tell us again what you want to be," Sam ordered. "I...I want to be a pan....pansy," Pat managed to reply. "I...I want my dick back." "You are going to have to do better than that. I doan hear no sincerity," Sam replied. Pat couldn't take any more and slid down to his knees on the floor. "Oh. Please I want to be a pansy. Please get my dick back for me.......I'll do what ever you want just make me into the best pansy I can be." "Okay bitch but first ya gotta have a name. What ya think Matilda Sue?" Sam asked. "Oh gosh! I really get to pick his name? Okay how about.....Pansy Patty? Ya know he could even get a tattooed bracelet of pretty pansies with his new name in bright pink tattooed in it. How does that sound?" She gushed. "Well that sounds very good Matilda Sue...What ya think bitch? Wanna be called Pansy Patty? If ya want ya dick back I think you should show a lot of enthusiasm when you reply," Sam said to Pat. There were a few moments of silence as Pat considered what he should do. Deciding that it was a no win situation and that Pansy Patty was as good as any, he looked up into Sam's eyes and with as much happiness in his face and voice as he could muster said, "Oh that is so wonderful. Matilda Sue that is just the most precious name you picked out for me. Thank you all for helping me to become the best pansy anywhere." "Ya know I think ya telling the honest truth this time Pansy Patty. Now let me hear just how much you love sucking cock and taking it up ya ass. That's what pansies do as you now know," Sam said. He'd gone this far Pat said to himself so why not just get it over with. "Oh, I do so love having a great big cock stuffing my mouth. It's so erotic and when he comes, oh, I just love the taste of a man's cum. I like it even better when I get fucked deep and hard. It just sends me into overload. If that is what pansies get to do all the time, then count me in. I want it all." "I do believe you Pansy Patty, but you need more training before you can be a real honest to goodness pansy. However, I think in the meantime we can do something about that no dick of yours. Drop that towel and come over here next to me." Sam ordered. Pat did as he was told. Sam reached out and gently touched Pat's glued groin. Pat involuntarily jumped back a little at his touch. "Still a little sore down there, huh?" Sam murmured. "Get over here Josie and give our little Pansy Patty her dick back." Josie came over and began attaching a harness arrangement around Pat's hips. It was a dildo harness and from its center hung a limp seven inch by two inch thick pink jelly dildo. Before Pat could react it was placed securely around his groin. It looked gross hanging limp between his legs. Sam saw the look on Pat's face and said, "I know it aint the real one but ya aint earned that yet. Till then, ya gonna wear this all da time. Be proud of it just like it be ya own and doan worry bout showing it off either. It'll make a nice proud bulge in ya panties. Now let me see ya strut ya stuff while ya yank on that big new dick of yours." Pat's mind was in turmoil and he was completely embarrassed. Sam had promised him his dick back but instead he now had this bright pink jelly dildo sticking out from his groin. Then he remembered Sam saying he could earn his real dick back. There was hope still. So sucking up his courage, Pat began strutting around the room while masturbating his pink cock. It wouldn't be until sometime later that he would discover that all that had happened that day was digitally recorded and professionally edited. 000 The next day after Zelda left for work and Sharon went to school, Hilda had Pat get dressed in another pansy outfit. This time his crotch less panties and open nipple bra were in a bright red with black lace highlights and his stocking were sheer black nylon. A sheer white midriff blouse, a pair of skin tight white short shorts that clearly revealed his massive pink dildo bulge and black patent leather four inch pumps completed his outer wear. When Sam arrived there was a fourth person accompanying them. He was big and muscular and covered in tattoos. His head was shaved bald and had a blue bandana tied around it. His torso was covered in an undershirt and he was wearing faded blue jeans and black biker boots. He looked to Pat to be a very tough customer and he was carrying a black suit case in one hand. When they arrived in his room Sam told Pat to sit down in the straight backed chair and to relax. "Butch," he said do what ya do best here for our Pansy Patty." Butch opened the case which he had placed on the bed and began taking out his tattoo tools. Pat's eyes got as big as saucers as Butch began putting all his tools together. Butch took a few moments to study Pat then turning his head to face Sam said, "Look instead of putting the tat on that skinny arm why don't I do it around that cute little innie of a belly button? Get her on the bed and this won't take too long." Pat wanted to protest but Sam glared at him and made a cutting motion with his hand near Pat's bulging crotch. He got the hint and quickly scampered over and onto the bed. Lying on his back Pat did his best to ignore what was happening around him. Matilda Sue went to one side and Josie to the other and taking his hands placed them on their bulges while holding him by his wrists. The coldness of the alcohol wipe as it covered the area around his navel made him look down but he immediately returned his stare to the ceiling. "Oh damn I can't do anything to stop this," he thought. "How am I ever going to get rid of a tattoo? I'll be shamefully marked for the rest of my life." He shut his eyes tightly closed as he heard the buzzing of the needle. After what seemed like an eternity the buzzing finally stopped but the burn stayed with him. "Man that's some good work Butch," he heard Sam say. "Oh golly," he heard Josie exclaim, "That tat is simply awesome dude." "Not Goth enough for me man but that's some fine work," Matilda Sue stated. "Now if you would work in some barbed wire I might like one too." Butch held up a mirror so Pat could get a good look as they didn't want him to bend at the waist. Pat was stunned to say the least. The tat was a series of different brightly colored pansy flowers linked in a daisy chain around his navel. Just above the navel and inside the flower chain were the words printed in a feminine script "Pansy Patty." Below the navel were the words "I Love Cock." Pat stared at the tat not believing what he actually saw. It was so gross and so permanent that he couldn't say anything. Pat was glad when Butch placed a protective bandage over the tat. "Now Pansy Patty it's time for you to thank Butch for giving ya that great looking tat," Sam said. Seeing Pat's bewildered look, he continued, "Suck his dick and then give him a great fuck bitch. Remember, it's what pansies do best." While Butch put away his tools, Josie helped Pat off the bed and onto his knees. Pat was feeling a little woozy but knew that he had to comply. Butch stepped up to him and lowered his jeans and pulled out a very big dick. It was even bigger than Sam's about nine inches long and two inches thick. As Pat's lips approached the tip, a strong odor of musk, sweat and piss assaulted his nostrils. Closing his eyes Pat leaned into the massive organ and began taking it into his mouth. It had a slightly bitter sour taste but Pat began sucking on it like it was a lolly pop. He almost gagged when it hit the back of his throat and began pushing down his throat. Remembering his lessons, Pat relaxed his throat and gobbled it down until his nose was pressed against Butch's smelly pubic hair. Butch grabbed the back Pat's head and began a rhythmic pumping. Pat was getting dizzy from a lack of air when Butch unloaded spasm after spasm of cum down his throat. The cum filled his mouth. There was so much cum that it was coming out of his nose and mouth while the majority of it went into his stomach. Pat was left gasping as those watching broke out in applause. After a very brief rest, Pat had to lick Butch's dick and balls clean with his tongue and suck him back into another hard. "Get it good and slick Pansy I don't like using lubricants," was all Butch said before picking him up and placing him on the bed. His short shorts and panties were pulled down and Butch was clutching his buttocks tightly spreading them. A sharp pain then agonizing pain flashed through Pat's body as Butch rammed his big rod deep into his rectum. It took Butch longer to cum this time but when he did it was another real big load that filled Pat's tender ass. Butch came out of Pat's ass with a loud plop sound and rolled off to the side of the bed. Pat could only lay there moaning into the sheets, his ass on fire. Pat felt a soft hand on his bottom then something being inserted into his very tender bottom. Josie smiled down at him and told him she had inserted a medicated tampon into his bottom to make it feel better. With the fire in his butt squelched Pat smiled back at Josie in gratitude. His ordeal wasn't over until he rolled over and gently cleansed Butch's dick and groin with his tongue. What was more humiliating was the fact that Sam made Pat tell Butch just how much he loved sucking and being fucked by such a manly man over and over again. With Butch asleep on the bed, the two pansies helped Pat into the bathroom to clean up. There he was wiped between the legs with a warm cloth and patted dry. Pat wanted to sit on the toilet to expel his bowels but the pansies said that he couldn't do that. It was a pansy's duty to keep her man's seed in her bottom for as long as she could. "In time," they tittered, "you will want to suck the juices out of the tampon like only the very bestest pansy's do." He was given back his panties only this time with a sanitary pad stuck to the gusset. "Just in case the tampon isn't big enough," Josie commented. "Here sit on the stool," Josie told Pat. As he sat the big pink jelly dildo stuck out of the open crotch. Josie dropped to her knees in front of him and took the dildo into her mouth and with her fist wrapped at its base began to give him head. As Josie was giving him a blow job, Matilda Sue opened Pat's blouse and began squeezing his tits. At first Pat was surprised then bewildered as he began feeling some pleasure as Josie rocked the dildo in and out of his groin while sucking on it. Soon Matilda Sue's lips were sucking at his right breast and he felt his breast pumping in sync with her sucking. The feelings were both calming and pleasurable. That night after his bath, Pat bent over and examined his battered and still sore bottom hole. It was gaping open with the white blunt end of a very large tampon partially sticking out. He wanted to pull on the string and take it out so he went to the toilet and slowly pulled it out. It slid easily out from his anus and a steady stream of fluid trickled out of the gaping hole left behind. He pulled the tampon out from between his legs to wrap it in tissue to dispose it in the trash basket as he had been taught. He was surprised at how big it was. It had to be at least four times bigger than any others he had seen before and was covered in dark red and brown stains. Shivering, he quickly wrapped it in tissue and tossed it in the trash. He could still feel some moisture on his butt and decide to do what Josie said and removed his pink jelly dildo from its harness and slid it easily back up into his gapping orifice. 000 Over the next month his breasts began leaking on a regular basis and he had to switch to a nursing bra. It was either that or use the milking machine to drain the milk that filled his breasts. Josie and Matilda Sue enjoyed sucking his breasts and he almost enjoyed that experience but his breasts were getting even bigger and his nipples now stood out more than a full inch. He also couldn't avoid Zelda and Sharon and he was forced to tell them that he wanted to be a real pansy and that he wanted to dress like one. Not some dumb old girl he had told them. They were shocked by his behavior and did not come to see him for three weeks. In the mean time, Sam and his two pansies came to see and train him daily. Pat now swished with the best of them and had a cute lisp in his voice. He took care of Sam's needs every day as well as doing the same for the pansies. He was trying his best to be the perfect pansy. He wanted his dick back. When Sam finally remarked that Pansy Patty was "one damn fine pansy," Pat demanded that he be given back his dick. When all he got in response was a hearty laugh from Sam and loud giggles from the pansies, Pat actually became angry. He stamped his foot and waved his hands in a good pansy manner and demanded to get his dick back. "You thaid that I was a good pansy," Pat retorted. "Now you promithed to give my dick back n I wan it now." Sam got serious at this outburst and slapped Pat across his now enhanced fat lips. "Look you stupid pansy. I said I would give you a dick and I did. What ya got now is all ya'll ever have. Ya lost your fuckin dick months ago when Hilda taped ya shut. Even if ya pull everything back out like it was, ya dick and balls are gone...dissolved by the cow hormones she been givin ya. Ya stupid pansy! Now git over here and let me see if I can shove my fist up your new pussy." Needless to say Pat was very distraught as he finished his bath that night. He examined his bottom in the mirror. His anus gaped wide open and he would be forever wearing a big plug to keep all the crap inside. It would never go back to being normal just like his milk filled breasts. They were almost a D cup and the nipples stood out a proud two inches in length. The tats on his belly and around his ankles would never go away either. He was royally fucked and he new it. Life wasn't worth living like this he decided and made up his mind to do something about it. When Zelda made an infrequent stop to see him before going to work Pat told her everything. He showed her his disgrace and explained why he acted the way he did. Probably it was more information than Zelda wanted to hear but with tears in her eyes she left telling him she would take care of everything. Just after Sam and his two pansies showed up, there was a loud screeching of tires on the gravel. The room was quickly filled with police and paramedics. Zelda was there with two very strong looking police women and pointed out Pat to the officers. Everyone else was placed in handcuffs and led off to the police station. They put up a good defense and showed pictures and digital tapes of Pat taking part in all that they had done willingly. Pat heard and saw himself pleading with Sam to make him a pansy and let him suck cock and be fucked. Video showed him willingly sucking and getting butt fucked by Butch. All the defensive evidence showed a willing and compliant Pat but the detectives had done their homework. The judge and jury were convinced that Pat was brainwashed and forced into male prostitution. Guilty on all counts and lengthy prison sentences were given to Hilda, Sam, and Butch but Josie and Matilda Sue were sent to a psychiatric institution for treatment and eventual release. Pat's story was a little different. Surgery repaired the damage to his rectum but it was decided that since he could never be a man again that Zelda and Sharon should have another daughter. Laser removal of only part of the tats could be effectively performed. While Pat still had the garland of pansies around his navel the script had been painfully removed. Later he would undergo complete sexual reassignment and live a relatively normal female life. END