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Doc's Complex 13 - 23 - CutePatti's Big Changes Revisited by Lee Most Based on "Big Changes" by CutePatti Copyright 2012 by Lee Most -------------------------------------------------------------- Synopsis Chapters 13 - 23 of "Doc's Complex," is fan fiction in honor of CutePatti's story "Big Changes." The story is about a teenage boy living with his older and younger sisters and his mother. He gets to be so nasty to them and to all other women (except his girlfriend) that they secretly use Changing Drugs to make him look like a buxom girl. His girlfriend, meanwhile, lavishes attention on his growing breasts, so on top of all his other problems, his breasts start giving milk. Things get worse from there. Will he learn his lesson? Can he ever get back to normal? ----------------------------------------------- Chapter 13 - Mom's Extreme Solution "Kenneth Quincy Guilden! Have you done your homework?" Ken called out, "I'm doing it now, Mom!" "Well then take a break and wash your hands. Dinner in five minutes." He jammed a bookmark into "Before The Fall of The Complex, Stories of The Technocracy That Shaped Our World," and added the book to the stack of texts on his desk. As he washed his hands, he thought, "That history book is so boring! All those giant Changing Machines and those needles poking in people's brains! Nowadays we just take a pill or swap mindtapes with someone." Ever since his father had left her for a much younger woman, his mother had insisted that everyone in the family eat at the same table at least once a day "I want to know who you three kids are, who your friends and enemies are, and who you want to date. You don't have to tell any secrets, but I want you to know that I can be trusted. In return, I'll tell you who I'm dating and if I like any of them seriously enough to consider marrying one and making him your new father." So Ken and his two sisters had eaten dinner every single night with their Mom for the last ten years, and as they grew from little kids to tweens to teens, they had a daily update of their Mom's dating adventures as she progressed from carefully choosing the right man, to choosing a man who was not too bad, to taking any man who would have her, to giving up on men as a waste of time, money, energy, and protoplasm. As her opinion of his sex lowered, so did that of his sisters as they sided with their Mom. Ken saw it as his duty to his sex to oppose the female deniers of the obvious superiority of his half of the human race. Without any strong men in his life to guide him, and an increasingly negative attitude on the home front, Ken picked his own role models from the men he saw in movies, on TV and in his high school. As the women in his life rejected anything to do with macho men, Ken rejected anything about himself or his attitudes that seemed even remotely feminine. He liked tough guys who treated women like dirt, and who worked out and had big muscles to show those scrawny women who was boss. So, Ken worked out with weights, showed off his big chest and the bulging muscles in his arms, and treated women like, well, not dirt exactly, but like a lower kind of human. He got a part-time job at a motorcycle garage, and with his own money he bought a leather jacket and as a reminder of his next goal, he bought a top-of-the-line motorcycle helmet. He put the helmet on a shelf in his room, and he positioned so it would be the first thing he saw when he awoke and the last thing before he went to sleep. He admired the tough bikers who came in, and the sexy women who rode with them, and soon he had a girlfriend. Squid had neon-pink hair, six earrings, a nose ring, and a bar through one of the nipples on her large breasts. She rode a little custom-pink Kawasaki KLX110, liked to play kinky sex games with him, and best of all, she dressed and acted nothing like Ken's Mom or sisters in any way whatsoever. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Several completely unrelated things came together to change Ken's life in his sophomore year. Just after his sixteenth birthday in March, his older sister Marla came home happily announcing that she and her new husband were going to have a child. Five months later, in August, she moved back home even more bitter about men than her mother had become. Her husband had taken off with very skinny girl, leaving her in her last trimester with an apartment she could not afford, a swollen belly, bloated breasts, and a tedious future as a single, nineteen-year-old mother. Mom comforted her by saying, "Men are pigs, Marla. They'll do anything to get you to love them, and when you do, they get tired of you and go on to the next pretty thing that comes their way." A few days after she moved back in, Ken heard Marla complain to their mother about her breasts, "They're getting so big, Mom! I've gone up two bra sizes!" "Yeah, that's because you're becoming a cow, Marla," Ken teased, "with big udders. Just wait till your baby gets here, and then we won't have to go to the store to get milk! Haha Hahaha!" Marla said sarcastically, "Oh, that's so funny, QUINCY. It's too bad you're a boy or we could see how you like it!" At about the same time that Marla moved back into her old bedroom, Ken's younger sister Haley began to sprout breasts, and Ken could not stop himself from teasing her as well, both verbally and physically. He always managed to insert little hurtful phrases into his conversations, like "mosquito bites," "goose bumps," "peanuts," and other implications that her breasts were small. One day, after he overheard her complain to their Mom in her home office about how tender they were, he heard his Mom say, "That's just growing pains, Haley. They will stop being so sensitive when they develop a little more. You'll see." He hid outside the door of Mom's office, and as Haley left the room, he snuck up from behind, and suddenly grabbed her nipples. Squeezing them really hard, he heard her scream in pain and anger, causing both Mom and Marla to come running. He laughed so hard at that prank that he could barely speak, but Haley yelled at him, "I wish you had breasts! Then I'd squeeze your nipples and see how you like it!" "Well, I don't, Haley, and do you know why? It's because I'm a MAN. Men don't have to think about all your 'Female Problems,' 'caus guess what? Men aren't female! So, why don't you get over it and look forward to becoming a cow with great big udders, like Marla! Oh, there you are, Marla! Moo! Hahaha! Moo!" He grabbed his leather jacket and left. Both daughters turned to their Mom and said, "Can't we do something about him? Isn't there some way to teach him a lesson?" She shook her head, "I wish there was. I really wish there was." The third thing that happened was that earlier in the year, the Federal Drug Administration's announced that the Dominant DNA brand of Changing Drugs from Dox Industries would now be available without a prescription. They had passed all tests with flying colors, each of the many types so specific in accomplishing its targeted area of the body that cells even a half inch away showed no signs of change. The company lost no time in making displays for stores with their products and easy to understand directions for their use. It was not long before every drugstore had the entire collection in stock, and most supermarkets had at least some of the basic products on their shelves. Ken's Mom, Lucille Guilden, worked as the assistant manager of a storage facility. She understood shipping containers, security, and how to run a small business, but teenagers mystified her. Her daughters were similar to herself, so she had a little head start there, but she was at a complete loss about what to do about her misogynistic son. Mrs. Guilden had almost skipped reading the full-page newspaper article headlined "LADIES! GET THE BUST SIZE AND SHAPE YOU ALWAYS WANTED! With Only One Catch." It looked so unbelievable, and the reporter used so many exclamation marks, that at first she thought it was another advertisement for yet another way to bilk gullible people out of their cash. She was in her late forties, and her body had lost its youthful firmness. She was also not opposed to the idea of making her breasts a little larger and perkier, so she read the article. It told of the medical use of Changing Drugs when they first came out of the mysterious Complex. They were first used for growing back amputated limbs and damaged organs of war veterans, and then by doctors to cure many congenital conditions, and them by plastic surgeons for both cosmetic surgery and to fix low arches, bad teeth, or tendencies to grow extra flab in the wrong places. The Changing Drugs became more and more specific to the point where now you could take one pill that would grow you more eyelashes, another that would give you stronger fingernails, or and another that would make even an obese woman have a naturally tiny waist. The part about the Changing Drugs that made breasts grow was halfway through the article. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The store display has a chart showing which attributes you can choose from, and it is not for the indecisive. This reporter was interested in trying only a small change, but still had to choose from a dozen possibilities for each of the following attributes: shape as seen from the front, shape from the side, shape from above, and firmness, length of nipples, protrusion of areolas, diameter of nipples, diameter of areolas, texture of nipples and areolas, color of nipples and areolas, position of areolas on the breast, texture of breast skin, color of breast skin, sensitivity of nipples and areolas, and sensitivity of breast skin. The chart also listed related Changing Drugs that could change such things as the length, texture, and color of my chest hair. Another footnote declared that anyone with breasts larger than D-cup should consider increasing the strength of her pectoral and back muscles, and anyone desiring breasts larger than 4" in diameter should add a 'youthful skin' Changing Drug to the mix. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mrs. Guilden thought to herself, "No wonder they need a full page article to describe all this. There are so many choices!" She read on. ---------------------------------------------------------------- When I opened the bottle and read the comprehensive instructions, I discovered I even had a choice as to how fast I wanted my changes to take place. The instructions are very simple and explained how I could dissolve the pills in from 5 ccs to 100 ccs of water and then simply mix 1 cc per day into any liquid I liked to drink. I bought a bottle of the pills that promised an increase of one cup size per pill, with the effects taking place over the course of the eight hours following my swallowing of the pill. For the purposes of this article, I decided that I would take only one pill. To test the slow growth instructions, I dissolved the pill into 6 ccs of water, and after asking my husband to take my measurements, I took only 1 cc in a cup of herbal tea each night for three nights. The amount of growth was barely detectable, but by the third morning, my husband measured me at a half an inch bigger than I was when I started. I had grown half a cup size after drinking the equivalent of half a pill. I waited a week, measuring myself to see if there was any change in my size when I was not taking the diluted pill, and there was none. I admit that I was impatient to try on the new bra I had purchased, so I mixed the remaining 3 ccs into my tea the following Friday night, and by morning, I had attained my new cup size. In an effort to test as many things as possible with my one pill, I had chosen a pill from a section of the chart where the silhouettes of the breasts looked nothing like mine. My breasts have always been very small and round, with large, flat areolas and rather small nipples, so I chose a Changing Drug from the part of the chart where the breasts were very conical in shape, with the areolas higher, medium sized, but protruding more, and larger, longer nipples. My breasts did change according to the choices I had made, and again, they changed over the course of taking the diluted pill. Both my husband and I like the new shape of my breasts, except the protruding areolas, so I went back to the drugstore where I purchased the Changing Drugs to find one that would change only my areolas and nothing else. There was nothing on the charts or in the footnotes that suggested a pill I could take to do only that one thing. I could take a Changing Drug chosen from a different part of the chart that would achieve the shape I wanted, but I would have to grow another cup size to do it. Was it possible that I had discovered a catch? After reading all the instructions and calling the Customer Service number, I discovered that I was correct. Dox Industries, Ltd. makes Changing Drugs that will make a flat chest grow breasts of almost any size including sizes larger than any bra on the market will hold. They also make Changing Drugs that will reduce such oversized breasts down to a manageable size, but that is all they promise. I discovered that their definition of 'manageable size' is a minimum of a DD cup. They do not make a Changing Drug that will reduce size D or C cup breasts down to B or A cup sizes. According to their Customer Service representative, a woman who would only identify herself as "Melleila," who said that she had a unique name and therefore did not need a surname. She said I may use her name in this article, on the condition that we make sure to spell it precisely as stated. Melliela told us that the scientists of Dox Industries had developed only the drugs they did because the world did not need any others. She said they told her to quote them as saying, "If some prude wants the world's people to look like boys with tiny tits and no asses, let him make his own damn Changing Drugs." I thanked Meleilla for her help and called the FDA to see what they thought of this. Ms. Ardis Semulquer was one of the FDA investigators who monitored the drug testing that led to their recent clearance for over-the-counter sales of Dominant DNA Changing Drugs. She seemed very impressed with all that they could do, including expanding an ordinary woman's breasts to what she described as "Beach balls filled with microscopic balloons that weigh almost nothing." When asked about the lack of a bra for a bosom that size, she stated, "That's a moot point. They are so light, they don't need a bra." I told her about my discovery that there was no way to use the available Changing Drugs to make breasts smaller than a double-D cup, she sighed and said, "Yes. I asked them about that, and consulted with our legal staff, but they are perfectly within their rights to produce or not produce anything they want to as long as it stays within our guidelines for public safety. Our lawyers agreed with their lawyers, who said there is no danger to the public if a woman, or a man for that matter, needs to wear a large bra." Armed with that knowledge, I soon found a pharmacist (name withheld) who told me that the first day the Changing Drugs were in the store there was a long line of people who wanted to use the Changing Drugs recreationally. In the five weeks since the introduction of the drugs, a subculture has already developed, with Changing parties, slang terms, and people who are intent on exploring the most extreme limits of Changing their bodies. I learned that they call anyone who has used a Changing Drug even once is called a "Changer," with a capital C, and they always capitalize the word "Change." People who Change just for a weekend are casual Changers, and those who have discovered the limitation above are "Double D's." "It's a pun on the bra size with DD cups, and the initials of Dominant DNA," said the pharmacist, a strikingly attractive woman who had a rather large chest herself. Suspecting why she knew so much I asked, and she showed me her framed license on the wall. Although she looked and presented herself as a woman, the pharmacist still had a male legal name, and male genitalia. Knowing that once made larger, there were no changing drugs to reduce breasts smaller than what I used to think of as "huge." I began to search for Double-D men, thinking it would be a difficult endeavor. I was wrong. I found them everywhere I looked. I found them in the places one might expect to find people who use the newest designer drugs, such as clubs, raves, flash mobs, and college campuses. I also found them in supermarkets, Laundromats, clothing stores, offices, auto repair shops, and both women's and men's gyms. Several casual Changers agreed to be interviewed, but they all asked me to withhold their names. Casual Changers often take Changing Drugs with their lunch on Friday, and by the time they want to go out that evening, they have completely Changed their bodies. Women who seem normal during the week become extremely shapely for an entire weekend. They then take drugs that reverse the process Sunday night, and seem normal by Monday morning. Men also play that game, and many have played at what they have nicknamed "cross-sexing," which is, as one practitioner put it, "Cross- dressing taken to the next level!" When I asked some of those Double-D cross-sexing men about the problem of being a man with large female breasts, one of them said, "What's the problem with that? Yeah, I look better in a blouse and a jacket with darts, than I do in a men's business suit, but I still get my job done. In fact, there's something about having double-D boobs that makes men want to close the deal with me. I've made more sales in the last month than I got all year before that!" I asked about being teased or humiliated about being a man with such womanly traits, and they said that none of them ever get teased. "Usually the reaction I get when a friend hasn't seen me in a while is, 'Can I touch them?' and I usually let him cop a feel, but if he wants to go further, I tell him to get his own. That either makes him back off of me, or it makes him go out and get his own pair." I had been concentrating on the Changing Drugs that affected breasts, but the casual Changers told me about other "One-Way Changes" as they call them. You can make your waist as small as 20 inches, but you cannot make it larger than 28. You can make your hips or butt more womanly, but you cannot make them so small that you would look like a man. You can Change a man's chest and arms to look very womanly, but you cannot make them look manlier than those of an athletic woman. You can change your feet and associated muscles and tendons so you will be comfortable in shoes with heels four inches tall or higher, but you will never again be comfortable in shoes with low heels or flats, or even be able to comfortably walk barefoot again. If you are a man who wants to sing soprano one weekend, you can give yourself a woman's neck and vocal cords, but there is no way to return your Adams apple, and you'll never sing lower than alto afterwards. According to one casual Changer, "Long story short, if you're a man, the bad news is that if you use Changing Drugs to make yourself more feminine in any way, there's no way for you to use them to go back to being a normal man. The good news is that you'll probably discover you don't want to go back. Women's bodies are better!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mrs. Guilden switched off the newspaper, thinking about the lesson she would like her son to learn. "What if his breasts began growing the way Haley's are growing? They would not have to grow much; just enough for his nipples to become tender so he can find out how much it hurt her when he pinched them like that." She resolved to go buy some Changing Drugs for her own body and maybe to trim her waistline and add a bit of firmness to her butt. As she reread the article, she thought, "Oh, there are all sorts of little things I don't like about getting older!" She would also take one of each of the pills and dilute it into 100 ccs of water. "Each time I hear about him insulting or mistreating a girl, he'll get another dose. He'll slowly change, and if he has not improved by the time the first 100 ccs are used up, I'll make up another batch. Either I'll have a son I can be proud of, or he'll become my daughter. They make a Changing Drug for that final Change, too." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 14 - Sisters' Revenge Haley Ken's younger sister Haley was still awake in the middle of the night, worrying about her take-home test from school. "Did I mark the right answer to question 4? I remember I thought it was either B or D, but it can't be D. Which one did I mark?" She could not remember, and it bugged her so much she could not get to sleep. Her Mom did not like her to walk around at night, so she slipped down the hall and down the stairs as quietly as possible. She did not want to wake her Mom or indeed anyone. She just wanted to make sure she had marked "B" as the answer to question number 4. The light was on in the kitchen and as she passed by the kitchen doorway she noticed her Mom doing something odd. "Odd can be interesting," she thought, and hid in the darkness to see what her Mom was up to. She saw her mother take a single pill from a bottle and mix it with some liquid in a measuring cup. Then she took one pill from each of several other bottles and mixed them in as well. She poured the clear solution into a medicine bottle with an eye dropper built into the cap. Opening the refrigerator, she removed Ken's power drink, opened the cap, and set it on the counter. She unscrewed the cap of the medicine bottle, and after filling the eyedropper, she emptied it, drop by drop, into Ken's power drink. She put the drink back in the fridge, put the medicine bottle on the very top shelf where they kept the liquor, and then washed out the measuring cup. "That's not where she usually puts medicine, and no one ever drinks around here since that last boyfriend she had. What is that stuff, and why is she hiding it?" Her mother then picked up a pill bottle and the large sheet of instructions that had come with it. She stared at the pill bottle, turning it in her hand as she thought about something. Obviously having made a major decision, she opened the bottle and took two of the pills with a glass of water. She thought carefully about each bottle she picked up, but Haley noticed that she took at least one pill from each of the bottles, and from one bottle she counted out six. As she closed each bottle, she folded up the paper that came with it, put it and the pill bottle back in the box it had come in, and put the box in the white bag from the pharmacy. When all the boxes were in the bag, she rolled the top of the bag closed and pushed it to the back of the liquor shelf. Then she moved a bottle of whiskey in front of the two newcomers to the shelf, closed the cupboard door, and headed out of the kitchen. Haley moved out of sight and hid behind the living room couch as her mother went up to bed. She continued over to her backpack and got out her test paper. There was still enough light from outside to see that, sure enough, she had marked 4B, so she put it away. She moved to the bottom of the stairs in the shadows of the unlit living room. She waited until she saw the light around the edges of her mother's closed bedroom door go out, and then went into the kitchen to investigate those pill bottles. Half an hour later, she was considering what she wanted to do. She had opened all the boxes, she had looked at all the instructions, she had checked the quantity of liquid in the dark brown medicine bottle, and she had counted the remaining pills of each kind. "Mom is going to look like a babe tomorrow," she told herself after calculating the Changes of each kind from the missing pills in the bottles. "She's Changing everything from her hair to her feet!" She held up the last two bottles and glanced at her notes. She's going to be an inch taller, too!" A bright girl, she knew that one of each of the tiny pills had been dissolved into the liquid in the brown medicine bottle with the eyedropper in the cap. "If she followed the directions, there are a hundred diluted doses of one of each of the Changing Drug pills in this bottle except the ones she got for her height." She remembered the dose that Mom had put in Ken's power drink. "Okay, then there are 99 doses still in the bottle." Her Mom had tried all different ways to make Ken behave nicely toward girls, but nothing had worked so far. "Mom is obviously planning to scare Ken by making him look a little more girlish over the next hundred days, but it won't work. I know how dense he is. Ken won't notice a change of only an inch here and there over a time as long as three months." She also thought, "If he only changes a little bit, that still doesn't pay him back for all the stuff he said about Marla's breasts. She wears a 32D-cup bra, and that would mean three extra pills over what Mom put in, but he's bigger around than Marla is, probably four or five inches, and he has a boy's waist and hips, and those skinny, boy's legs. Wouldn't it be better if instead of having the same cup size as Marla, he had the same overall silhouette as she does?" Haley had worked on this kind of three dimensional geometry problem in school just the week before, so she went to the kitchen computer, which was mostly used for recipes and shopping lists, and brought up her CAD program. All of their dimensions were in their clothes shopping folder, so she put Marla's and Ken's into the Computer-Aided Design program she used for her 3-D Math homework. She clicked "Maintain ratio of all objects" and expanded Marla to Ken's size and then began adding and subtracting numbers to Ken's measurements to figure out how many more of each pill to put in his medicine. When she calculated the bra size that Ken would have to be to have the same shaped breasts as Marla, she almost whistled at the number, stopping herself lest she awaken anyone. "Now those are breasts he'll notice!" She was confused when she calculated a negative number of pills for his waist until she realized that she was using Marla's current size. She kept glancing at the height pills as she calculated. She would have to use so many pills to make him as curvy as Marla had been before she got pregnant, but that was because Ken was five inches taller than Marla. To have the same silhouette, he would need to have enormous boobs, triple D or bigger! But what if he became Marla's height? The Changing Drugs for height came in two bottles, and the instructions said to take one pill for each foot of height from the small bottle, and one pill for each extra inch from the larger bottle. Coming to a decision, Haley counted out five of each, and then went back to her CAD program. "That's much better! If he's shorter, I can make him match her with almost half as many pills." Every time she took pills out of a bottle, she replaced the missing pills with an equal number of the anti-sugar tablets her Mom used. The small, white anti-sugar tablets were the same size as the other pills, but did not have the Dominant DNA logo molded into each one. She did not expect them to hold up under close scrutiny, but she figured that the only way someone would check that closely would be after her brother had changed enough for even him to notice something was wrong and then complain about it. Knowing how much he hated to admit anything could possibly be wrong about him, he would probably wait an additional week or two before complaining to their Mom. "By that time," she thought, "he will either have learned his lesson and stopped being such a borgrat or else he'll have so many problems from looking like a girl instead of a boy that he won't have time to tease us! Either way is fine with me!" She had already mixed in several pills when she glanced at the brown bottle. There was something about it that bugged her. Then she remembered! "Oh my God! I forgot to subtract the pills Mom already put in this!" Checking to see what differences the extra pills would make, she smiled, "He's always so nasty to us about our breasts, so maybe it's right that he'll end up with the biggest ones in the house. Hmm. Smallest waist, too. Long eyelashes, slimmer arms, longer legs, bigger butt and hips." She said put the modified numbers into her program and looked at the results. "Rats! I wanted him to look like Marla, but he's going to look like an hourglass next to her!" She turned back to the kitchen table. "I'd better put one of each of the rest of the pills back into their bottles and finish this. I didn't think it would take this long." When she was done, she thought a moment, then added a dropper full of water to the bottle, shook it again, and then added a full dropper of the solution to Ken's power drink. The brown bottle and all the pill bottles looked as they did before she started, so she put everything back the way her Mom had and went back to her bedroom. Lying in bed, thinking about what she had done, she thought, "Every two weeks he'll grow a cup size and lose two inches from his waistline. In a month he'll be bigger than me. Two weeks after that, he'll be able to wear the same bras as that awful girlfriend of his. I wonder when he'll try to do something about it?" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Marla Ken's older sister Marla saw a "Dominant DNA Changing Drugs" display in the drugstore, and unlike other members of her family, she did not immediately think about giving her little brother a feminine figure. No, she was miffed at him for constantly reminding her about her runaway husband and her bloated body. Her ex-husband had a foot fetish, and she blamed her current condition on the super-high heels she had been wearing when she met him. So, it was not strange when the first image that caught Marla's eyes on the display of colorful packages was a picture of a very feminine foot in a sexy open-toed slipper with 7" heels. It was the background image on a blister package of eight capsules. Taking it off the long hook, she read that these Changing Drugs made your feet change shape so that high heeled shoes would be comfortable. "Why does it have eight capsules? We only have two feet!" She read the magnifying-glass-tiny print on the back of the package. She finally came to the directions and discovered the reason the package held so many. "Take one capsule for each half inch of heel height you wish to add to your comfort range, keeping in mind that the range of comfort is a maximum of four inches from highest heel to lowest (see chart.) Warning! The effect of this Changing Drug is cumulative. If you take more than the 8 capsules in this package, your range of comfort will be in the red zone of the chart! You will not feel comfortable having your feet flat on the floor!" An evil smile crossed Marla's face as she thought of her brother only being comfortable in her highest heels. She had a whole collection of the "fuck me" shoes that had gotten her where she was now. She smoothed her t-shirt over her round, pregnant belly. Wouldn't it be a just reward for Ken to be forced to wear the same shoes that put her in a position to receive his insults? "One pill a week should be a gradual enough change," she thought as she bought two packages. "And after the first pack is empty, my obnoxious misogynist brother will be begging to wear my sexiest, girliest shoes!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Squid Squid was the only woman Ken could never successfully tease or annoy, which was one of the things he liked about her. His female classmates in high school learned to avoid him when he roughly pushed his way through a gaggle of giggling girls loudly muttering, "Useless cracks," or other vulgar putdowns. They knew he often used his ultra-macho attitude of "I don't care about you mere females," and his superior strength more than once to get his way at home or to force his sisters aside when he said they were in the way. A senior older than him by a year and a half, Squid just laughed at him when he tried to pull stunts like that with her. She, too, lifted weights, and had been doing it longer. Her female hormones did not allow her body to bulk up as his did, but she could beat him at arm wrestling, He knew she was much stronger than she looked when he saw her pick up a toppled Harley when its beefy owner had to struggle with it. Her face, shoulders and breasts had spiky tattoos of squids on them, which she liked to show off with low-cut leather halters that left her cleavage on display for "the meat," as she called men who ogled her but were too intimidated to speak to her. The men often called woman or girls "meat," especially if those females were available for sex. Ken had not been there very long when he discovered that "available for sex" did not necessarily include desire or willingness on the part of the female. These men were course and rough, and that was what attracted Ken to them. Ken had bought an old Husky motorcycle that spent more time on an old stand behind the shop waiting for parts than it did roaring through town under him, so he usually got a ride with Squid, which did nothing to raise his status in her eyes. He loved how she would do unpredictable things, or demand new things he had never thought of before. She dared him, "Wear my underwear under your clothes at school today," and when he pulled on her black panties and started putting on his other clothes, she silently held out her black bra until he took off his shirt and put it on. She'd take his jacket when they were about to go on a ride, and give him her old denim one. It was actually a men's jacket, but he knew that it was hers and that made it exciting. Squid called Ken "Quinn" whenever she played those cross-dressing games, and the first time she did he said, "Oh, like in that old song 'The Mighty Quinn'?" "No, I was thinking about Quinn, you know, Argo's sister? I always envied those sexy shoes with the spike heels she wore on that show, 'Argo and the Jasonauts,' and I always laughed at the way she made such a big deal out of anything that would make her seem less girly." He was embarrassed to be called Quinn after that, but she continued to do so, knowing that it was a girl's name. They had made love in her room one night. She had good-naturedly shown him what to do to please her and after he had "practiced" doing that a few times, she had shown him how to enter her so she could get off with him inside her. Since then, she had trained him to be a very good lover, and rewarded his efforts by letting him have some fun as well. She saw right through his tough exterior to the scared scarred boy inside, so she never took any of his macho posturing seriously. Instead, she liked to challenge his sexuality. She taught him to apply mascara and eyeliner; lipstick and rouge, and then had him dress up in the most girly-girl clothes her parents had bought hoping that she would wear them. One day she met him at the motorcycle shop where he worked after school and brought him home. She brought a big bag with her when they went up to his room, and opened it to reveal a frilly dress. It had so many layers of ruffles and taffeta that Ken did not realize at first that it was all one garment. She tossed a small purse to him, saying, "Do your face except for the colors." He didn't really want to, but the last time he had protested, she had said, "Oh, you'll do it little girl," and had twisted his left arm painfully behind his back with one hand while handing him a tube of lipstick with the other. Her mouth next to his ear, she whispered, "Think this hurts? Think you can take the pain? I'm twisting your arm a quarter turn right now, but I think it can go around a full turn. Shall we try? Or will you be a good little girl and put on your lipstick?" His arm in excruciating pain, he did not move, not because he intended to disobey her so much as he could not think about anything else but the agony in his arm. When he did not move, she whispered, "No? I guess you don't want to play that game. How about this one? I keep twisting to see if your arm can go all the way around, and if you want me to stop, put on the lipstick. That sounds like a fun game." She twisted his arm more, and then more, and finally the thought, no it was not a thought so much as a mere inkling of an idea that if he did not move the red thing to in his hand to his lips, he might lose his left arm! The pain stopped as soon as the lipstick touched his lips. "You're just a little girl, so I don't expect you to do a great job, but try to draw inside the lines with your crayon." He had learned so much from her odd ways of teaching. When she told him to "Be a good little girl, now, and put on your girly eye makeup," several dates later, he had said he was tired of always having to scrub his face with the special creams that removed "permanent" makeup. She had requested it again, and he had said, "No! I don't want to put on girl's eye makeup." Then she had done SOMETHING and he was suddenly kneeling on the floor. She pushed him flat on his back and sat on his chest, pinning his arms to his sides with her knees. "For saying no to eye makeup, I'm going to give you the dreaded eyebrow torture!" Then she had used her electric tweezers to pluck his longest eyebrow hairs moving steadily from right to left. Then she had plucked the longest ones of the ones that were left. And again. And AGAIN! It really was torture. She acted so playful as she did it, pouncing on a hair like a cat on a mouse, then quickly snatching one from above his other eye, then three all next to each other, but she was relentless. It went on forever, and then she simply got up, saying, "All gone! No more ugly long eyebrow hairs!" and sat on his bed grinning at him as if he had volunteered for the ordeal. He had looked in the mirror that, thanks to Squid, permanently resided on his desk, and saw that his eyebrows were thin and only defined by barely visible, short hairs. They were girl's eyebrows. She had leaned down to look over his shoulder and happily said, "See, little girl? Now you don't have to wear girl's makeup to look like you have girl's eyes! But if you do put on some makeup now, I'll let you make love to me." They had never grown back. This time, he caught the purse and dumped the contents in front of his mirror. He brushed on blush, penciled his eyebrows darker, and carefully brushed the lip gloss onto his lips. The dress she had brought required a slip and a girdle, and that meant no sex until his clothes came off. His pantyhose sparkled with micro lights embedded in the nylon threads and turned on and off at random, making it seem as if a starry sky was reflected in his legs. Putting his jeans and shirt and boots on over his delicate lingerie, and hosiery, Ken and Squid went down to join the rest of his family for dinner. Back in his room after dinner, Squid again supervised as he finished his makeup and getting dressed. He put on eye liner, and then glancing at the color of the pile of ruffles, he chose green eye shadows, putting lighter tints where they would do the most good and working inward, he used darker shades. Mascara, lip gloss, and some rouge, and he was done. A mixture of green fabrics combined to make the dress, but only when he had put it on and she had done up the zipper in the back did he see how they all came together into a humiliatingly pretty dress. Delicate green lace bordered wide shoulder straps hid the straps of his silky slip. His flat, muscular chest was also hidden; flounces of ruffles cleverly designed to look deeper than they were appeared to be there to make a small chest and narrow shoulders look bigger, instead of the opposite. The gathered, shirred waist of the bodice seemed to be simply clinging to a slender girl's waist, but the elastic was so strong that Ken could not move his belly a fraction of an inch and he had to breathe only from his upper chest because not even air could penetrate the compression of his waistline. Below, a cloud of fluffy emerald green taffeta spread out from his narrow hips to imply that he was as round under there as any woman could be. He pulled onto his feet a pair of light ballet slippers with ribbons that he had to wind around in both directions, crisscrossing up to the tops of his calves, where he tied the ends in bows. As he dressed himself, Squid sat in the chair by his desk, leaning back and smiling at him, giving directions when he was confused about something like what to do with the ribbons on the slippers, and sometimes even getting up to help like with the zipper at the back of the dress. She wore her usual black leather halter that showed off most of the inner curves of her big boobs and left her waist bare. Her butt and thighs molded by her shiny black leather pants, she rested one of her spike-heeled boots on the bed, and crossed the other over it, their leather so fine and soft that Ken could see her calf muscles moving under the leather as shifting white reflections in the glossy surface as she tapped her foot in the air. He asked, "Hair?" She said, "Pigtails, braided." He gathered up the hair to his right, separated it into three long locks and laboriously braided it, over from the right, over from the left, again and again until he could tie the end with a green ribbon. He did the same to the hair on the left until he had two braids hanging past his ears and resting on the shoulder straps. When he was as dolled up as she could get him to make himself, she said, "You look beautiful, my little girl. Now, let us dance! You are the girl and I'm the guy." She then put on waltz music and danced with him for two hours straight, spinning and stepping and twirling him dizzy, and then making him go on until he could no longer stand up from all the exercise while being barely able to get air into his lungs. As he lay on the bed exhausted, she did to him many of the things she had taught him to do to her, stroking him and making him wild because she told him not to even lift a finger to do anything back. She kept it up for a very long time, stroking his legs, massaging his shoulders, lightly teasing his arms, exciting him, letting him lay there without doing anything at all until he relaxed and his breathing returned to normal, and then starting again. She would not let him move, would not let him take off the dress or the pantyhose or the girdle that trapped his manhood so tightly that he could not even get erect. "Don't be silly, little girl! Girls don't get erections down there! Sometimes they do have orgasms other ways, though. Other times, they just fall asleep. Now close your eyes again and let me excite you." He was so drained, both physically and emotionally and he was not allowed to move. He could only lie still, squashed, compressed, girled up, and breathing shallowly as she again began stroking and massaging and he woke up to the sound of his sound system coming on to tell him it was time to get up. He was still on his back on his bed fully dressed and made up like a girl, and he could hear one of his sisters talking on her phone outside in the hallway. He rushed to the door and locked it. In the light of day, he hated looking like this. "I'm a man. I should be wearing the pants!" That thought brought him an image of her perfectly round butt in her skintight leather pants, and he smiled as he reached for the zipper at his back. "I could never fit into those pants," he said to himself, completely unaware how wrong he was. ----------------------------------------------- Chapter 15 - Big Changes Ken looked in the mirror on the inside of his closet door and frowned. He was lifting more weight now than he had at the beginning of summer, but all his beautiful muscle definition was gone. It was like they had been carved out of soft wax and then left in the sun too long. Worse than that, his nipples were swollen and red. He touched them and instantly pulled his fingers away. "Damn, they are sensitive to the touch!" Squid came up and putting her arms under his and she gave him a hug from behind. "Wondering when your tits will grow as big as mine, little girl?" she teased. She thought it was the funniest thing in the world to treat her muscular, macho boyfriend as if he was a dainty blond wannabe cheerleader. "You're not just supposed to look at them, you know," she continued. "You tease them, like this," and she lightly brushed just the tips of his nipples until, stimulated, they became erect. Looking over his shoulder, she observed the results in the mirror. "Wow, Quinn! You're not a little girl anymore, are you?" Ken stared aghast at his nipples. Although they were indeed sensitive, they did not look so much swollen and red, as he had first thought, as they looked erect and pink. "Turn around, and let me try something," she said. She put her mouth on one of his nipples and gently began to lick it. Her tongue tip circled it, flicked it back and forth, and then she began to suck it. The initial tonguing he liked, but that last part. "Hey, stop! That hurts. It's so tender." She grinned up at him. "Does that sound at all familiar, my not-so- little girl? I seem to remember saying exactly those words myself when you were doing this to me a few weeks ago. Do you remember what you did in response?" He did not even know which time she was talking about. She was always saying stuff like that during sex. "It hurts! Don't be so rough! You're such a male, you know that?" As if that was a bad thing. He knew she just said those things in the heat of passion, though. How could sucking teats hurt? That's what they were designed for! "You don't remember? You did THIS!" She sucked twice as hard and it felt like she was pulling his nipple off with her teeth! "Ow! Holy shit, God damn it, STOP, YOU CRAZY BITCH! That Hurts! What are you, biting my tits off?" She released the suction and stood up, backing away. He looked down, expecting to see imprints from her teeth, but aside from his nipple standing even more erect than before, there was no sign of damage, but his nipples hurt like hell. To assuage the pain, he pressed the palms of his hands flat on his nipples and pressed hard. FLASH! She had her phone in her hand and had used it to take his picture. "Oh, you're going to just HATE this," she said, as she pushed some buttons on her phone. "Here's what I just posted." She held the phone so he could almost see the image on the screen, but pulled back the phone, saying, "Oh, wait. Let me get this other pic up first." She fiddled with the buttons and then held it did something to it, and held it out to him again. "Do you remember this one you sent me?" He looked and smiled. He had caught his sister Haley topless one day a few months ago, and had quickly brought his phone up to take her picture. She had only had time enough to press her hands against her bare breasts, what little she had back then. "Okay, now let me show you a close-up." She swiped the screen and spread her fingers and showed him the phone again. It was the same shot, only now her hands filled the screen, the round bulges of her squashed breasts spread out in circles around her fingers. "It's the same shot, only now her hands fill the screen," he said. "Do you see the pink nail polish on her fingernails?" Ken was going to say, "Of course. She always wears pink nail polish," except that the nails in this photo had no nail polish on them at all. "Ta-dah!" She squeezed her fingers together on the screen and he saw that this photo was the one she had just taken of him. "I said you'd hate it." "What the hell?" "I repeat: you're not a little girl anymore." She suddenly threw her arms around him and exclaimed, "Oh, Quinn! My little girl is growing up! Soon you'll be as big as me!" "What? No! I'm not growing tits! I can't. I'm a guy!" "Yeah, you are," she said enigmatically. "I am what?" "You're my sexy guy with a couple of new girly parts. Now let's go to see your sister." "My sister? You mean Haley?" "Sure. You're the same size that she was when you took that other picture. You're going to ask her for her old training bras!" She laughed when he tried to protest, and the next thing he knew he was standing in front of his sister. He tried to say something, but asking his little sister for one of her bras was too much. "I'm a man. I'm brave. I can do this," he kept telling himself, but still nothing came out. "Open your shirt," Squid whispered, and then she told Haley, "Quinn has to show you this." Haley held her breath. She did not know that her mother had not, had in fact NEVER planned to give her brother dose of the solution in the brown bottle every day. She never again was downstairs when their Mom did put a dropper full of the feminizing mixture into his power drink, so she did not know that it only happened on days when Ken had been particularly rude or nasty to a woman or girl. She had expected his body to change in three months to a figure like Marla's. Instead two whole months after that night of schemes, he seemed not to have changed at all. Then he opened his shirt. His small breasts with their female teats seemed to jump into her awareness. His areolas were as big as her own, and the rest of his chest looked the same as she had the year before, including the lack of big muscles, and the lack of his masculine chest hair. His belly was flat and just as hairless, and the short sleeves of his shirt revealed arms that no longer looked as impressive as they used to. She looked higher and saw that his eyes looked a little different, and his blond hair was down to his shoulders. Pretending to be both shocked and awed, Haley quickly calculated what she could say that would devastate her brother the most. He obviously knew about his breasts and nipples, but she wondered if he had noticed all the other changes. "Ken!" she exclaimed, dramatically pointing at his breasts, where she was sure he expected her to point, "What happened," she pretended to stutter, "What happened to your, What happened to your, you, your...HAIR?" She kept pointing at his chest until she saw him look where she pointed. He had not expected her to exclaim about anything except his feminine growths. Now he had to look, and realize that there were other changes besides those two. "My chest hair! It's all gone!" Haley laughed and said, "The look on your face!" and then Squid started laughing, too. Ken felt even worse now. "What is happening to me?" Haley said, "That's easy. You've been acting like a boob, so your body is expressing your true nature. Now everyone will look at your chest and point and go, 'BOOB'!" She laughed some more. Ken thought it could not get any worse than that, but he was wrong. He saw Squid pointing at Haley and pantomiming a bra. [I'll let you figure out how she did that.] "Uh, Haley? My nipples are really tender." He gulped and did not have to fake his stutter, "Could I wear your old, like, one of your, uh, your train, training bras?" "You want to wear my bras?" That set his sister off again, laughing so hard she collapsed onto the floor, and it was a good five minutes before she finally could get up and start picking through one of her drawers and pulling out bra-shaped objects. Of course, then she insisted on "teaching" her older brother how to put on the stretch training bras. She and Squid tried some of the hook- fastened bras on Ken, but none of them would fit on his larger torso. That night, Haley had a dream where she secretly gave her brother Changing Drugs that made him exactly her size, and she then had fun making him put on and show off all of her clothes. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Squid loved Ken's breasts, and played with them, sucked his nipples, teased them until his nipples showed through his shirt when they were in public, and laughed at his attempts to maintain his masculinity in spite of his very feminine chest and underwear. When he "graduated" to an A-cup bra, he wondered why she was not as upset about it as he was. "Don't you worry that I might turn into a total girl? I'm a man with breasts!" "No," She said, unperturbed. "I think it's fun that you can dress like a girl and be okay with it. And I read that with all the Changing Drugs in every drugstore, a lot of men have grown themselves breasts. Just think, without using any drugs, you're doing what those guys have to pay for." She saw his expression and relented, telling him the truth. "Okay, Ken. Do you want to know the real reason why I'm not worried about a teenage boy like you growing his own women's breasts? My big brother also had breasts for a while. It's a medical condition called gynecomastia, and something like two out of three boys get it at some point during puberty. You can look it up online. They grow boobs, and like you, they get to worry if they will have to hide them all their lives, and within a year their chests are normal again." She traced a long, black fingernail around the edges of his training bra, and smiled, "And for a while, I get to play dress-up with my girly boyfriend until they go away!" Ken was a mediocre student, and preferred to get his information by having other people tell him things so he would not have to look it up himself. If he had looked up gynecomastia, he would have discovered the only thing it had in common with what was happening to him was the growth of breast tissue. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mrs. Guilden read with interest a letter from the lawyers at Dox Industries, Ltd. It was like no such letter she had ever received before: ---------------------------------------------------------------- Without admitting guilt, Dox Industries has arbitrated an agreement with the plaintiffs in the class action suit called "Mr. Jane Doe vs. Dox Industries, Ltd." in which plaintiffs said there was no way to return to their former conditions after using our Dominant DNA line of Changing Drugs. We continue to maintain our position that each of our Changing Drugs will only improve its users, and that therefore any change in the other direction would be a change to the detriment of the user, and in our opinion that is just plain stupid. In our settlement we have agreed to include with each purchase, a kit to create a "Give Me My Shitty Body Back" pill. Anyone can follow the simple directions in the kit to create a pill that contains their current DNA sequences. If used before taking any of our Changing Drugs and stored safely in the kit's specially sealed container, the GMMSBB pill can be taken after any unwanted Changes to return the user's body back to the state it was in at the time the kit was used. We can only return your DNA sequences to their original state, and your body will Change accordingly. Changing Drugs will not return any changes you have made to your body that are not related to your DNA. It will not bring back scars, implants, or holes from piercings. If you were missing any limbs due to amputation, or tonsils, your appendix, or other organs, they will grow back, and we refuse to be sorry about that. To restore your body to its exact pre-existing condition, you will need to recreate your scars, amputate your limbs, or remove your organs yourself. ---------------------------------------------------------------- There was also a postage paid envelope with a form she could fill out and mail in to get as many free "Give Me My Shitty Body Back" kits sent to her as she wanted, as long as she included a proof of purchase of Dominant DNA Changing Drugs for each requested kit. "It's a little late," she thought, looking down at her young-looking body, "but I did buy a lot of them, and the kits are free, so why not?" She requested one for herself and one for each of her kids. She was particularly worried about one of them. She had doctored Ken favorite drink with only about a quarter of the solution in the bottle. According to the mix of pills in the bottle, his breasts should have grown about a quarter of an inch. Instead he had obviously Changed enough for his breasts to start developing to girlish dimensions. She had seen his training bra under his shirt on a hot day a few weeks before, and deduced that Squid or one of her daughters had suggested it as a solution to the tenderness of growing breasts. The mystery of his exponential growth soon was solved. She found the CAD simulations on the kitchen computer by accident, and confronted Haley, who admitted what she did. Haley was not at all sorry, because Ken was still just as rude to his sisters as ever. That very day, Marla had jokingly snapped the strap of Ken's bra through his shirt when she'd seen it, and he'd retaliated by insulting her, and then snapping her bra straps again and again while describing in detail a fantasy involving ex-husband having exciting adventures with his pretty new girlfriend instead of her, until Marla finally fled the room in tears, When Haley tried defending her sister, Ken lit into her with equal vehemence calling her names that even their Mom had never heard before. That night, she put a full eyedropper of the diluted Changing Drug into his power drink. Then she thought about how his insults and descriptions had made her two daughters burst into tears after her son left the room, and she added four more doses. "If that 'Give Me My Shitty Body Back' pill really does what it says, then I don't have to worry about how far Haley's Changes end up going. When he repents his ways, the pill will return him to normal. But I'll only let him take it only after he shows us all that he really has changed his attitude towards girls and women." Ken seemed pleasant the next two days, but when he came back from work on Saturday after staying out late Friday night with his motorcycle buddies, he amused himself and no one else at the dinner table with his reports of the pranks they had played on the girls who had gone out on what was probably the last warm Friday night of the year. "We all had ice cream cones, and whenever we saw a chick with her cleavage showing, one of us would take aim and try to get a glob of ice cream between her tits. I was the best shot. I got six of those bimbos with perfect shots! Shlooop! Cleavage cracks a la mode!" he looked around the table at his wide-eyed audience. "You look like you don't believe me. Well, just ask around all the cleaners tomorrow. I bet it's not so easy to clean chocolate ice cream stains out of those stupid slutty dresses they all were wearing." "It's not that we don't believe that you did it, Ken darling. It's that we find it hard to believe that you would go around ruining a nice evening for all those nice girls." "Aah," he sneered. "They weren't nice girls, Mom! You should have seen how they were dressed. Showing off their tits, skintight Jeggings, high heels up to there, their hair all done up, they were out looking to score a guy!" "And so you decided to punish them for dressing up? Are you going to punish yourself and Squid for what you two do together?" Ken looked startled. "What, uh, what do you mean?" His mother thought, "He's doing something he doesn't want anyone else to know about." Aloud, she said, "You're doing a lot worse than walking around looking pretty and trying to get someone to notice you. You two are having sex." "He looked relieved!" She thought, "He was not embarrassed that I knew about his having sex. If that was not it, then what was he doing that was even worse? What did the two of them do together that he did not want me to know about?" That night she counted the doses. "One, two, three, four, five, six doses for those six girls, and one more for whatever it is he's hiding from me that he's doing with Squid!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- The "Give Me My Shitty Body Back" Kits The "Give Me My Shitty Body Back" kits arrived a few weeks after she sent in the form and proofs of purchase. She opened a kit. The instructions were simple: "Two hours after eating or drinking anything, spit into the vial that came into the kit, filling it with saliva up to the line marked on the side. Open a sealed package with a single pill in it and drop the pill into the vial. When the pill absorbs all the liquid, close the vial and store it in a safe, cool, secure place." How safe and secure? "Since anyone who swallows the "Give Me My Shitty Body Back" pill with your DNA will change to look exactly you the way you are right now, right down to your finger prints and your eye's retinal patterns, we recommend that you store your pill in a safe deposit box in a bank vault." By then, Ken's body had undergone some big changes. By the time the kits arrived and their Mom made each of her children spit into the little vials, Ken no longer had the masculine physique he'd had before his first dose of Changing Drugs. He no longer needed to shave, his cheekbones were higher, his eyebrows thinner, and his eyelashes were long and dark. He had lost two inches in height, he was twenty-five pounds lighter, his legs had grown three inches longer, and his torso was five inches shorter. His hips and butt looked decidedly girlish, his waist was smaller than any other boy in his class and most of the girls, and his breasts had outgrown the A-cup bra he wore under his shirt. All but his closest friends at school thought he was a new girl in the school. In fact, most people who did not know him thought he was a girl when they met him and did not believe him if he tried to correct them, (but they humored him because he was "such a cute girl!") His smaller shoulders, thinner arms, and smaller waist made his fitted leather jacket look like he had borrowed it from an older brother, so half of his motorcycle buddies thought he was his own younger sister. Most of the rest kept their distance from him, thinking that whatever had made him lose his muscles and body bulk might be because of something contagious. When all this was over, and he could take the "Give Me My Shitty Body Back" pill his mother made him create today, this was as far back towards masculinity as it would take him. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 16 - Speed Dressing Squid's dress-up games with the increasingly buxom Kenneth Quincy Guilden, who she now called Quinn all the time, had evolved. She had originally loved dressing him up, putting makeup on him, combing and brushing his long blond hair so it looked feminine, and generally playing with him like a full-sized doll. It had been fun to make him blush at the very idea of putting on a pair of girl's panties. She had loved making him stretch out further and further across the line between the sexes. After a while, though, she wanted to do more than just dress him up. She wanted to play with him after he was already dressed. Sometimes that meant taking his girly clothes off him, but she did not want to wait for him to get dressed for her to start. He was not ready to admit that he dressed in girly clothes to the rest of the world, which meant she could not get him to do it before he got to her room, so she trained him to change from his boy clothes to whatever girly outfit she wanted him to put on, and to do it fast! She spent a month training him in Speed Dressing, as he called it. She had found an old-fashioned stopwatch and used it to time hi