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When Allyson first came to work for my practice, I knew she was
attractive to me, but I didn't prepare to fall in love. She worked
reception but she was studying microbiology. A little older than most
she was in her late twenties and in her final year of college. She
wanted to go on to medical school and she was certainly smart enough to
succeed at that. I knew. I was a successful surgeon. In my middle
thirties, I wasn't great looking or in terrific shape, but being a
surgeon made up for a lot of flaws when it came to women.
Allyson was not immediately amenable to my overtures. At first I
flirted with her because I found her pretty. But as time went by I
began to realize how smart she was and how much we shared. Once I made
an obscure literary reference and she caught on and knew exactly what I
was talking about. I was taken aback. It did not occur to me at the
time that a mere receptionist might not only be studying towards an
advanced degree, but be rather sophisticated to. I was kind of a snob.
She could hold her own in any conversation with me. And the more I
talked with her the more I fell. I thought she was pretty to begin with
- sort of a cross between Joan Cusack, if you can believe it, and
Julianne Moore - but after a while I began to think her of perfection
itself. The old me might think she was maybe a bit too skinny, too
flat, or had a funny lip. But I fell for her totally. And she was
brilliant.
She did not initially reciprocate my flirtations. We would take lunch
together at the office and talk and laugh, but that was it. Soon we
moved on to doing lunch away from the office. I knew she had a
boyfriend, but as we talked I learned more and more that he was a bit of
a loser. He was a former realtor who had lost his license and now sold
a bit of this and that. And by this and that, I mean weed and coke.
And by weed and coke, I mean... well you know what I mean.
Under some other circumstances I may have kept my feelings under wrap,
out of respect for her "boyfriend." But since he seemed like a loser I
couldn't figure any reason why someone of her caliber was still with
him. She said she loved him but they were growing apart. What better
way was there, what other way was there, for me to get her but to
confess my feelings for her. I was a successful surgeon and he was a
loser ex-realtor dealing dope out of his shitty old house.
One day at lunch I told her my feelings. She was silent for awhile and
then confessed to feeling the same. I was elated. She explained that
she felt she could not just leave her boyfriend, that she needed to take
it slowly and move out over time. I offered her money... if it was a
matter of that, I could take care of it, I explained. She said she
wanted to be fair to him and not just leave him in the lurch. Part of
me really respected her for this, even if I wanted to whisk her away
immediately! After some cajoling I finally got her to agree to leave
Danny, her loser boyfriend by a certain date. Over time that translated
into meetings after work at four-star hotels. Trysts that were
wonderfully satisfying.
Not long after, Allyson called in sick to work. I didn't think much of
it until the next Friday. Allyson seemed a little distant, a little
aloof. I asked what was wrong. She said nothing was wrong. I asked
her to lunch but she told me she had brought hers. Something was
definitely wrong, but I didn't want to push it.
After the weekend Allyson came back changed. Quite literally. When I
arrived at the office I found Allyson there... with a boob job. Know
doubt about it. I'm a surgeon. I can tell these things. I never
minded that Allyson was a bit flat. I loved her. But on Monday when I
arrived I saw she was now at least an ample C cup. My jaw almost
dropped.
"What happened?" I asked.
"What do you mean," she replied flatly.
"Um. Did you get, um, implants?" I looked down at her chest then back
up.
"I can't believe you," she sneered. "Have you NEVER noticed my boobs?
I mean you're supposed to have this crush on me. Have you ever looked
at me?"
"All the time," I answered. "I remember your body, every curve of it, I
worship it!"
She huffed. "Well, clearly not my breasts. These" she thrust forward,
taunting me, "these are natural. You would know if you cared."
I was stunned at her behavior. Had I done something to make her angry?
I couldn't think of anything. I had treated her like gold. In fact, I
had given her gold. Gold earrings, gold necklaces, a gold American
Express card. What was happening? Perhaps she was just confused. I
decided to wait a few days and see how things went, so I cooled my heels
and concentrated on work as much as I could, as hard as it was.
A few days later I casually asked her if she had set the date for her
MCAT yet. My plan was to take her to the Ritz the night after the MCATs
to celebrate her no-doubt success. Her response floored me. "I've
decided to skip it," she said. I couldn't believe it. I asked her why
- why on earth would she not pursue going to medical school when she had
all the skill, all the smarts, all the desire. "I've decided it's,
well, just not really what I want."
I couldn't believe my ears. I wanted to shout or cry or shake her.
What was going on with her? She hadn't moved out from the shitty house
with her lose boyfriend and now she was getting angry at me and more
importantly giving up on her ticket out of Nowheresville. Luckily I
got paged and had to leave the reception desk. I tried to clear the
whole situation from my mind and confront her when I had the time and in
private.
Later that night I got a phone call. Allyson sounded on edge. "I'm so
sorry I've been behaving the way I have. I can explain. Can you meet
me at my house tonight?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't crazy. "Wait. Your place?"
"Yeah," she said, "don't worry. Ben's out of town. On a job. Please
come over. I'm in no condition to drive anywhere."
I was over her house within fifteen minutes.
It was, like I said, a shitty run down old house in a shitty run down
old neighborhood. The only thing going for it was it was big. It was
probably the best Benny would ever do and I'm not even sure how he got
his hands on actual real property. I took him for trailer trash. I
knocked at the door and Allyson was quick to answer. "Come in," she
said. "Follow me."
I followed her through what seemed to be some rather random hallways
that didn't make much sense and then into what must have been a large
library at some point in time. It was dark, lit only by candles in one
corner. "Stay here a 'sec," she said. I stood and waited.
She disappeared through an arched doorway and into the darkness. In a
moment she lit another candle and I could dimly see her sitting on an
old divan in the next room. I was about to move towards her when out of
the shadows Benny emerged. I was stunned. He looked cold and angry.
"You'll want to stop right there," he said.
I stopped. Maybe he had a gun. I couldn't see and I didn't want to
push it. I felt no need to keep going. Benny took a deep breath. I
don't know how a breath could sound smug, but his did. He moved closer
to me, stood next to me and whispered in my ear. "You don't want to
make a move."
He was right. I had no intention of moving.
Benny smiled evilly.
"What's going on? Allyson, what's going on?" I asked.
"Don't answer him, Ally," Benny said. Allyson said nothing.
"Listen carefully, Doc. Are you listening to me?" Benny said.
"Yes," I replied.
"Doc, I want you to remain calm. You're totally calm." Benny sounded
controlled.
"I'm calm. Why shouldn't I be?" I thought about the possibility of his
having a gun, but it didn't worry me at all.
"Of course you are, Doc. And I know you'll listen to me carefully. I
know about you and Allyson. I know everything."
I swallowed uncomfortably. I didn't like that Allyson would tell this
loser about us.
Benny continued: "I know about you and Allyson and I want to tell you
something interesting. Now I know you are a, well, scientific and
intelligent fellow so I think what I have to say might be unbelievable
to you. But you'll learn to believe it." Benny paused. "See, I don't
know how it works myself, but as long as I am in this house I seem to
have a certain control over people. At first I thought it was just that
I could suggest things. Make people feel certain things. But then I
explored this power and it turns out it's a lot more than just the power
of suggestion. No. No, I can change people's minds." He stopped again.
"Do you believe me, Doc?"
"No," I said.
"Oh, you will. And even more unbelievably, I can change..." and now
Benny whispered "people's bodies." He smiled again and the smile seemed
even more evil than before. "Allow me to demonstrate. Wait, actually
you probably have seen a demonstration of my powers. ALLY!"
When Benny shouted, Allyson stood up and stared blankly at us. "Look at
her, Doc," Benny said. Aren't her breasts so nice now? And notice a
little more butt, some nicer lips? Just a few changes for the better
for my lovely Ally. Ally? Tell me, have you always had such beautiful,
big breasts?" Benny asked in a saccharine voice.
"Yes, Benny, I've always had these." She answered flatly while she
groped her own breasts.
Benny continued: "And tell me, Ally, what do you think of the good
doctor here?"
"Him?" Ally answered. "Ugh." She sneered. "He makes me sick. He
disgusts me. I hate him. He's nothing to me. He's not a real man like
you, Benny."
Benny's eyes lit up. "Ally," he said, "that's a wonderful idea." Then
he turned back to me. "Doc, I was just going to ruin you. I was going
to make your hands shake, I was going to make it impossible for you to
be a surgeon. But I know people like you, you'd land okay. Get a
teaching job or desk job or something. You wouldn't be ruined. Hell
you probably have insurance for that sort of thing. No. No, Ally gives
me a far better idea. I'll make sure you never fuck with another man's
woman again."
"You'll do no such thing," I said confidently. I don't know where this
loser got off.
Benny just laughed. "Oh, Doctor, listen to me. Are you listening to
me?"
I felt compelled to answer him. "Yes," I said unwillingly. Softly.
"Good. Now just listen. There's really nothing but my words.
Everything is my words... right?"
"Yes," I said again.
"Now, Doctor, I want you to close your eyes and imagine a pretty woman.
A very pretty woman. Imagine her and hold that image in your mind.
Hold the image and feel it carrying outside your head it's part of you
now, it's in you and taking hold of you. Mmmm, yes. That's it, there's
the change. Do you feel anything, Doctor?"
"No," I replied.
Benny laughed. "No. Well that's fine. You can't feel it but you're
changing. Yes, that's it. Funny, I didn't take you for an Elizabeth
Banks man."
"What?" I said.
"Elizabeth Banks," Benny said. "I didn't take you to think of her as
the first pretty woman in your imagination."
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Because you now look exactly like her. Ah, but keep your eyes closed.
Hmmm... I can't have an Elizabeth Banks double walking around. That
would raise some suspicion. Okay... bigger eyes, a little farther
apart, yes.. . a sharper nose, just a bit, mmmm... how 'bout auburn
hair, that's right and just a smaller all around body with even bigger
tits. Yes! That's fine... now, remain calm, remain still, and open
your eyes."
I opened my eyes, looked down and gasped. I could see cleavage. My
cleavage. And thin, bare arms with long dainty hands with long deep red
nails. Light filled the room briefly and in a mirror across from me I
could see a gorgeous woman who looked vaguely like Elizabeth Banks, but,
well changed as I had heard Benny change her.
"How... what?" I gasped. "What have you done to my body?"
Benny laughed again. "Body? Oh, I've changed that. Remember? I
warned you. But that's just the easy stuff. Minds! That's the big
trick. Changing Minds!" He continued laughing and then sharply ceased.
He became serious instantly. Not only a loser, but bipolar, I thought.
I have no idea why I seemed so calm. I was inhabiting the body of a
female porn star. Did it have something to do with Benny instructing
me to remain calm. I shivered.
"Listen," Benny said. "Listen carefully. I want you to be able to
remember your whole life, Doc. Everything. But when I'm done with you
those memories will be just that. Memories. And vague ones at that.
Buried deep, and what's more you won't ever be able to communicate them
in any way to anyone. You'll know what you've been, but you won't be
able to do anything about it. You will act as I tell you to act. You
will think as I tell you to think. Always. Do you understand?"
I shuddered and tried to resist him.
"Do you understand," he repeated. He didn't sound angry. He sounded
like he was talking to a child.
"I... I understand." My voice sounded small and far away. I understood
what he was saying but I didn't think it could possibly be... possibly
be... possible.
"Doc," Benny said, "From now on you will answer to the name of, um, of
Honey. Honey Bush. Your name is Honey Bush. What is your name?"
"My name is Honey. Honey Bush." I said.
"Doc, when you answer me, I want you to believe yourself. I want you to
tell me these things as if they were the most natural thing in the
world. They are the most natural thing in the world. These things I
tell you about yourself are things you always knew. They were always
true. EVEN IF YOU CAN REMEMBER YOUR "OTHER" LIFE. Telling me these
things is not only natural, it makes you happy. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said again. I smiled.
"Now, Honey - that's such a pretty name - Honey, you - let's see -
you're a girl. You're a beautiful girl who likes being a girl. You've
always been a girl. A silly, stupid girl. You never graduated high
school, Honey. You just weren't smart enough. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said again and smiled.
"Oh, Honey, you agree with me, but you don't sound like it's true. Your
voice should sound like a stupid girl's."
"Uh-huh," I squeaked.
"That's better, Honey. Now, remember, you are a stupid, girl. You
never graduated high school. You never graduated high school because
school seemed so hard and so boring. Yes, boring. Anything that in
your old life you might have thought was intellectually stimulating now
bores you. You have a very short attention span. If people start
talking about anything intelligent - politics or biology, oh anything -
your mind will wander. You'll think about kitty cats and women's
fashion and make-up and celebrity gossip and boys. Men. You'll think
about how horny men make you. You like men now. Do you understand."
I squeaked again. I couldn't help it. He kept asking me if I
understood, but to tell you the truth I didn't understand a thing.
Benny smiled yet again.
"You are a stupid, shallow, girl who likes boys. You like to make men
happy. You like to have sex with them. You like to suck their cocks
and have them stick their cocks in your new pussy. You want cock in
your pussy, Honey, do you understand."
"Uh-huh."
"What do you want, Honey?"
"Mmmm. I want cock?" I asked it like a question, but, wow, I actually
wanted to suck a guys cock. I started to look at Benny with new
respect. He was actually kind of cute.
"Honey," Benny said, "you have no class."
"Um, huh?" I said.
"Honey, all those memories you had about being sophisticated and
educated. You know they're there, but remember you can't use them.
From now on, everything you thought of as trashy, slutty, low-class,
unsophisticated, you now think is attractive and normal. All the ways
you would have thought some tasteless bimbo would act, now that's how
you'll act and you won't know it's unusual or think badly about it.
It's now who you are and it's natural." Benny winked.
I giggled.
"Honey," Benny said. "There's a closet over there and I want you to be
able to move now and walk over to it. I want you to pick out the nicest
outfit in there."
I walked over to the closet. There were some really ugly businessy type
things in there, prudy knee length skirts and blouses, lots of shit.
But I found a really gorgeous PVC fishnet halter dress and some six-inch
matching heels. Real classy. I put them on and then I looked at Benny.
"Hey," I asked him, "what about, like make-up and hair?"
Benny grinned, "Oh, don't worry, there will time for that, Honey."
"K." I said.
"Honey, you're an airheaded, bimbo, ditz. Do you understand?"
"Uh-huh."
"Honey, spell 'Doctor' for me."
I paused. "Um. K. Um, D-O-C-T-E-R."
Benny looked satisfied. "Excellent, Honey. Now listen again. Honey,
as much as a ditz as you are, you will always be pretty good at serving
guys. Getting things for them. Making them happy. Flirting with them.
You will make an excellent cocktail waitress. Or a stripper. You love
to shake that thang, right Honey."
"Oh yeah, Benny!"
"Honey, do you see Ally over there on the couch?"
I looked at Ally and she looked at me. With disdain.
"Uh-huh."
"Why do you think she's angry with you?" Benny asked.
Somewhere inside me I knew Ally loved me and that Benny had "changed"
her. But I couldn't say that. I didn't say that. I was on autopilot.
"Ally's just jealous of me," I said.
"Why?" Benny asked.
"Cuz I'm hotter than her." I smiled suggestively at Benny. "Cuz I can
give better head than her."
"Do you want to give me head, Honey?" Benny asked.
"Oh my god yes," I purred.
Benny unzipped his pants and revealed his hard dick. I bent down on my
knees, my pvc halter dress squeaking as I did so. I put my lips around
his cock and began to run my tongue up and down it. Somewhere in my
mind I was horrified. But up near the front of my brain I was
overjoyed. I wanted to suck his cock so badly. I began to go down on
him with incredible enthusiasm while Ally just watched from the sofa. I
don't know what I had been thinking. Benny wasn't a loser. He was
actually pretty hot.
"Honey," he said while I sucked his cock, "Honey, any time a man cums in
you, you will have an orgasm. It will be intense and each orgasm you
have will reinforce your desire to have sex with men. Do you
understand?"
I let out a muffled "mmmhmmm." And then just an "mmmmmm."
I lived for this. I loved it. I could feel his dick twitch and then he
shot his load into my mouth. I began to orgasm - I fell down on the
floor completely and writhed in joy. Wave after wave shot through my
body as I spasmed and moaned and jerked wildly about. I was quickly
exhausted. I smiled and began to think how nice cock was and then for
some reason I thought my hair would look really cute in pigtails. That
made me think of pigs. Pigs were kinda cute. I laughed. Know what
else? Pig sounds like pink and I thought about a really, really, really
awesome diamond sparkle bubble gum pink glitter lip gloss I wanted to
try.
Ben leaned down and helped me up.
"Thanks!" I laughed. "That was awesome." I giggled.
"Honey," he said quietly, "there's one more thing I want to leave you
with."
"K."
"I call this one the octo-mom." He laughed sharply. "Honey. You love
when men fuck you. You love it so much. You feel empty without a cock
in you. You want to feel men cumming inside you. No condoms for you,
Honey. You want... to get pregnant. You want to have men fill you up.
You won't feel fulfilled or complete until a man gets a baby growing
inside you. You will stay sexy and attractive so that you can get men
to get you pregnant. You want eight babies. Eight. You love being
pregnant and even as you get bigger and bigger and more pregnant you
will crave sex. Now. Listen carefully Honey. You're going to go to
that divey truck stop out by the interstate and you are going to get a
job there as a waitress and you are going to flirt with all the men who
come in there and try to get them to fuck you. Do you understand?"
I licked my lips and ran my fingers over my pvc halter encased breasts.
I made a sound somewhere between a grrr and an mmmm.
"Honey, behind the truck stop is a trailer park. You'll live there and
think of it as home. You will take men there and let them fuck you and
love it and you'll beg for more and always go around looking like the
bimbo slut you look like now, even when you're ready to pop another kid
out. You are nothing more than dumb trailer trash. You don't even
know what the word surgeon means and you'll never try to steal another
man's woman again. You'll fuck so many men you won't even remember
which one knocks you up when. Now go home Honey."
I blinked and shifted my halter dress a little. I pouted and opened my
eyes wide. I know I looked a bit cuter that way and men liked it. I
really wanted to go down on Benny again and didn't want to leave.
"Go home Honey," he repeated.
I turned around and walked slowly out swinging my ass just so, giving
him a good shot of exactly what he was missing. I headed for the mobile
home park down by the interstate where I lived. You'd really like it
there, too. And if you're ever in the neighborhood just stop by the
trailer with all the flamingoes out front. I think they're really
classy! I promise you a good time. We can even play docter.
Emely
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