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THE GAMES PART NINE By Nancy Rose Chapter 32 TEX IS A SWEET MAN. I almost feel bad for tricking him. Almost. He did deceive me, however, and turnabout is fair play, they say. They also say that all is fair in The Games. They also say that the end justifies the means. They...they sound like quite horrible people and I have no wish to ever meet them. Now that we are even, I'd like to apologize to Tex, maybe even make amends. I'd like to spend a little more time with him, in and out of bed. Oh my how I've changed. Over the years, I've gone from being an angry sissy, so horny and hungry for sex, willing to do anything for a man to touch me. The training made me need a man's touch. I'd get so horny, so full of need, I'd become whatever a man wanted to make him spill his seed. I'd need to feel his hunger for me in order to achieve completion myself. That is how sissies are trained, how our brains are re-wired. Just our brains, not our souls, not who we are. That takes much longer to change. When I was a new sissy, I'd get away from a man as quickly as possible after mutual orgasms. I'd take my money and flee back to my apartment where I'd cry myself to sleep and wait for the cock hunger to take me over again. The cycle would go on for weeks, then months, then years, hunger, satisfaction, self-loathing, then back to hunger. One day, it didn't quite happen like that. One day, after my date came, and after I came, I stayed in his bed. He held me and chatted about his work, nothing in particular really. I liked it. I was good at listening to him. I wanted to. I felt his need to talk, and I nodded my head and laughed at the right moments and eventually he dozed off, his arm still around me. I feel asleep like that. I felt quite wonderful when I woke up. Satisfied in a new way. He left a note, thanking me for a wonderful evening, and a generous tip. That was the first time I found myself liking a man, and liking myself in my new sissified form. Something in me had changed. At that very second, I became someone else, someone more female, more complete, and more happy. Not every man gave me that feeling, but I did grow to become more appreciative of men, of being with them as their girl, their geisha, their source of pleasure. The manly parts of me didn't disappear so much as get worn down, smoothed, and shaped into something softer and curvier. Tex made me feel good, his manners, his charm, the roughness of his hands, the way he savored the simple act of touching me. It was a kind of worship. I loved it. Then I broke his heart. I stole his Advisor's pad, and then stole some of his gift money to buy Dirk that very expensive chastity device. "I suppose we're even now," he said to me as he left my room, looking hurt and disappointed. What right did he have?! He fucked me first! And then he fucked me nicely a second time. I'll get his favor back. I'll charm him, maybe even see him a few more times after The Games are over. For now, I've got to keep an eye on my boys. I haven't seen live footage for a while. The show has been showing highlights for two hours. They are allegedly eating dinner under truce. I'm sure much more than that is happening. I wonder what the hell is going on. What are the newts doing to them? BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My pad is beeping at me. I have a message "Sissy Janine. Report to The Games moderation official at once. He is waiting for you in the lobby. Immediately." Oh my. What have I done now? *** The President watches the video feed of the dance. It's a show just for her, before the show begins for the rest of the country. The newt has done a lovely job. She is amused and pleased. This is what masculinity defeated and humiliated looks like. This is what men need to see in order to learn their place. There are the boys in blue, looking strong and handsome (most of them), acting like males, leading as they dance, just like men think they should. And then there are the sissies in pink, doing their best slut imitations in an effort to not lose any of their precious masculinity. Yet, to avoid a shot of feminizer, they are quite willing to grind their hips, grope their dance partner, and flounce around in pink party dresses. The new skinsuits are amazing. Such wonderful technology the government scientists are creating these days. The suits can punish and reward with intense pain or great please. They can transform from the most masculine suit of armor into the most delicate of sissy lingerie. Technology is all part of the show, all part of the proof to the rebel states that they better keep their fucking place. Challenge the government and we have devices so exotic and powerful they might as well be magic. So just shut up and obey orders, you stupid beasts. Watch these boys humiliate themselves, feminize themselves in order to prevent feminization. The show makes her pussy wet. The power is delicious, the power to bend men to her will, to make them pay for what they've done, for the misery they've caused. There is their hero Kip, the popular one, the people's favorite. He looks absolutely turned on, totally smitten by his date. He and the boy, his name - Dirk, I believe - they make quite a couple, he tall and dark, she not quite as tall and fair. There is your hero, rebel states! Kip Miller, the most masculine among you, and there he is in pink and waltzing with a handsome boy like it's his wedding night. One little hypno session, and suddenly she is queen of the sluts. Oh my, now what's going on there? What is that Dirk saying to her? Kip looks positively flushed, as if about to...cum? Already? Oh that is delicious. Yes, men everywhere, there is your pillar of heterosexuality, about to cum in his panties merely from dancing with a boy. Oh joy to all! *** Tex is once again being scolded by the Secretary of The Games. Tex would like to hit the snarling bitch right in her face, but that would be rude, not to mention illegal. Hitting a genetic woman would mean a 10- stroke flogging and a month in jail. So Tex sits there and listens to the screaming. "You let the sissy trick you!" screams the secretary. "The sissy! That thing with tits and a cock who is trained to get fucked in the ass for a living? That sissy outsmarted you?" "I have no excuse, ma'am," Tex says. "I thought by getting closer to her I'd get more access to her pad, but I guess she turned the tables." "Why yes, yes I guess she did, you stupid hick." "Can I make it up to you?" "I don't think so," she says. "The president has taken care of matters herself. So now I'm in trouble, which means you're in deep, deep shit. You understand me?" "I do." "I don't think you do. But you will. Oh that I am sure of. You will regret letting me down." Chapter 33 I'M TRYING HARD NOT TO cum. Dirk teasing me about sucking his cock started a kind of chain reaction in me, and I'm trying to stop it. I am hanging on to him for dear life. I suppose you could call what we are doing dancing, but it's more like me hugging him like I'm trying to squeeze something out of him. My entire body is vibrating with desire. His arms are around me, strong and comforting. My cock is hard, pressing into him. It feels good. Way too good. The movement between us, just the slightest rubbing is sending sensations of pleasure through me. I'm holding back, trying not to finish. I keep thinking about his cock, sucking on it, slipping the head of it through my pink lips and taking in the velvet shaft until it's in my throat and I gag on it. Oh god, what did they do to me? My body feels foreign, controlled by some other force. "You need to keep your shit together," he says in my ear. "Oh shit, Dirk, I can't, I can't hold back for much longer." "Goddamn, what did they do to you? You're as horny as a breeder." "I...they...shit...I can't..." I can't get the words out. I want to tell him I've been hypnotized, but the words refuse to come out. I can't tell him. This is another little surprise from my newt friend. "You aren't leaving me here by myself," he says. "I'm fixing this." He reaches under my skirt and the feel of his hand fumbling at the top of my panties (the skinsuit has crafted for me a pair of the most delicate undies). I feel his hand grab my balls. They are so small now they completely fit in his hand. "Get ready," he says. I can't talk. I am panting. All I want is to cum. I don't even care anymore, I want this over and I want my balls empty of the weight they are carrying. He squeezes hard. It hurts deeply, a cracking, twisting pain that winds up through my guts and up into my heart. I whimper but don't cry out. I know what he's doing and I'm thankful. I press my mouth into his meaty chest and scream into it. He serves as a decent pillow. Hardly anything comes out. My cock softens. The pain recedes and so does my desire. That horrible twisting in my sac has caused some kind of reset. He did it. "Now," he says. "Do I have your attention?" "Yes," I say, as we get back to dancing in slow circles, me leaning against him, my arms around his waist, his arms around my shoulders. "You need to get mad," he says. "Remember killball? Remember what coach said? Get mad, get focused. Everything will go away except your rage. Focus on your rage. Who are you mad at?" I see Sam, the fat little sausage who is giving the blue skinsuit a workout. He just might pop through all that government technology. He sabotaged me. He's the reason I have little tits and a big ass and skinny arms. Him I'm mad at. And there are the two assholes from State 9, big dumb and ugly, dancing around like two gorillas in a circus act. One of them is blue, the other in pink, both looking pathetic. I remember them tying me down to the rape horse, them thinking they were going to whore me out. Fuck those guys. Whatever it takes, they are going away before I do. "Better?" Dirk asks. "Yes, quite," I say. "Who are we taking down first?" I don't have to think long. "Sam, the little fat one in blue over there." "Excellent," says Dirk. "Let's make a plan." "But first, we have to win." "Let's do it. Shake that sexy ass." I shake it as best I can. *** Tex and I stand before the Secretary of The Games, a stern little woman with short red hair and dressed in a navy blue suit, like almost all government officials. Blue, black, and dark brown, that's what they wear. It's so boring! We are being scolded for cheating. We're in trouble. However, it can't be too big a deal. Cheating happens in every Games. It makes for good TV. Why is this woman so upset? And why does she keep mentioning the President? What does she have to do with anything? "Sissy Janine, is it your claim then that Tex cheated first?" "I don't want to get anyone in trouble. It's all part of The Games." "I will freely admit..." Tex says, trying nobly to interrupt with a confession. "SHUT IT!" says the secretary. What is she so mad about? I need to find out what else is going on. Tex looks absolutely sheepish, like a man with his balls in a vice, and he has big balls. I would know. I'd like to get him out of trouble if I can. He is a sweet man, after all. Did something get on TV that shouldn't have? Did Tex and I cheating each other alter the TV ratings somehow, change public opinion, piss off some high level bettors? The richies might not take kindly to The Games being tampered with. "As you were saying, sissy, did Tex cheat first?" "I'd rather we worked this out between just us..." "You mean letting him fuck you again! Oh I think not, you slut." I can feel my face turn red from humiliation. I look down at the carpet, ashamed. I've been a professional sissy for almost ten years, yet being called a slut still embarrasses me. "Are you going to force me to use your training?" she asks. "No please, ma'am. I would rather you not do that." "Then tell me the truth! Is Tex a cheating, lying, sack of shit? And did you cheat to get even with his cheating?" "I...I don't see why it's so important..." "You asked for it." "No...please..." "Sissy Janine!" "Yes, ma'am." "Say your sissy trigger statement." "Please...no...I..." "SAY IT!" "Sissy Janine loves to suck big hard cock." The words cause a wave of warmth to go through my body. My clitty gets hard. It becomes difficult to think. I take a step back in my mind, withdraw from control, and my sissy self takes over. She was created after months of training and hypnosis and mind drugs. It's one of the first things they do in the Sissy Academy, create this persona, this personality, this person, and stick her in your brain so she can take over when it's time to do some serious sissy stuff. At first, you hate this sissy girl who takes charge as you sit in back and watch her do things you would never dream of doing. The feeling of powerlessness is enraging, violating and humiliating. Over time, you make friends with your sissy self. She fades as you merge into her. You keep parts of you and parts of her and you make a new self. Then, if you are lucky, like me, you come to like your new self. You then realize something even more strange...your sissy self was there all along. She was always a part of you. The training just brings her to the surface, focuses her, and concentrates her. She wasn't invented, merely uncovered and enlarged. Once you realize that, you forgive her, and then accept her. I've lived a comfortably happy life for the last five years because I finally accepted her as a part of myself, and a delightful part of myself at that. When I hate her, and it's been I while since I have, it is when she's in charge and I'm kicked to the back of my brain with no more power over what I'm doing. When I say the trigger statement, or when a mistress says it to me, Sissy J takes over. She'll go away after a while, once she's tired of being conscious without my support, but for now, she is driving. Damn it. "Sissy Janine," says the secretary. "What is your favorite thing to do?" "Oooo, mistress, Sissy Janine loves to suck big man cock!" I hear myself say in the lilting, lisping exaggeration of little girl speak. "And did you enjoy sucking Tex's cock?" "Oh yes, mistress, so very much so! He is big and tasty and his cum was yummy!" "Why did you want to suck Tex's cock so bad, sissy? Why not one of the other advisors?" "Cuz he was a naughty boy, and I wanted to play a trick on him." "Why was he naughty?" "Cuz he stole my 'puter thingy, the plate with all the numbers and such from the boys on TV." Sissy J is an idiot. When she speaks, she annoys he hell out of me. I can't stand her cutesy way of talking, her lack of good grammar, and her total submission to any adult, especially adult females. I can't blame her really. It's how she was created and trained. Still, it's my body and my voice, and I hate when I hear that voice coming out of my mouth. "Tex stole your Advisor's pad? Is that right?" "Yes mistress, he was naughty, so I made him give me a nice load of cum in my mouth. We're even now." "Did you do something naughty with his pad? His computer thingy?" "Yes ma'am." "Tell me." "I sent a boy a present." "I thought so. That was naughty, wasn't it?" "Yes." "And you should be punished?" Sissies must always agree with women, always. "Yes. I should be punished." "And Tex was naughty too, wasn't he? He needs to be punished too, yes?" "Yes, ma'am, if you say so." "I do say so. Now, Sissy Janine, sign this piece of paper right at the bottom." I want to ask what it is. But I can't. I'm not in charge. Sissy J is and she is obedient as a robot. She signs the paper and dots the I's in my name with little hearts like the twit she is. "Good girl. You just signed a formal complaint again Tex, noting his cheating and dishonesty." "Madame Secretary" Tex says. "I do humbly apologize. If you could see fit to be merciful, I promise I will do better..." "Shut it!" she screams at him. Then just as nice as she can be, she says to me, "Now, Sissy Janine, your punishment is to go suck ten cocks, and swallow ten loads. Once that is done, you can say your release statement and return to normal. Understood?" I bounce up and down and clap my hands like she gave me a pony. Inside, I cringe. Ten cocks and they will all belong to the other advisors, who already don't respect me. And my behavior will also show up on TV, because the advisors will be more and more a part of the show as contestants are eliminated. I want to crawl into a barrel and go over the nearest waterfall. "Go, sissy, and enjoy your cock sucking," she says. "But change clothes first, into something more appropriate for a sissy going cock hunting. Be a pretty slut, and no big girl clothes until after you are done." "Yes ma'am!" I chirp. "Right away. I'll put on my bestest, pinkest, most sexiest sissy dress and the tallest high heels I can find!" "Dismissed." I curtsey and mince out of the room, shaking my ass, my hands in the air, dangling from limp wrists, for that is how sissies walk. God I hate it. I walk past Tex, his eyes down. He looks sad and scared at the same time. I wonder what she has in mind for the poor man. I just condemned him to something horrible. I don't know what, but if I have to suck ten cocks on national TV, then what is she going to do with him? *** The President is pleased. The Secretary of the Games has finally done something clever. The people want someone punished because poor Kip was mistreated? Fine. This hick advisor Tex will be punished and quite publicly, in a way that more than makes up for the audience's thirst for justice. Also punished will be the silly sissy Janine, who needs to learn her place. For a trained cum bucket, she has grown surprisingly arrogant and independent. Sissies should not behave in such a manner, like they have brains in their heads, like they are humans after all. Sissies are for releasing the sexual tensions of their betters and nothing more. I need to review the training practices at the academy. We need to eliminate all independent thought from sissies. Harsher, stronger more permanent practices must be put to use. Chapter 34 I AM ALMOST SAD WHEN the music ends. Apparently the TV audience has grown weary of seeing us dance, and now they want the winners proclaimed and the loser punished. I stand with my arm around Dirk's shoulders, and he keeps his hands around my waist. If the cameras are on us, we want people to think we are couple. We want their votes, and their sympathy. It might help us later. Nothing drives up interest like a romance. Yikes! It's so weird I'm thinking about romance and acting like Dirk's girl. I am a guy! I am a dude! I like girls! I have a nice big cock! Well, a formerly big cock. I need to get out of this mad house. I really do. "The winners of tonight's dance competition are ..." The Announcer's voice rings through the air, and then he pauses for dramatic effect. I'm sure at home they are hearing a drum roll. "Dirk and Kip!" We won! We did it! I hug Dirk, spontaneously. I didn't even think about it. Ugh! I can't wait to get back to being a guy. "Fag," he whispers into my ear. "What does that make you?" I say. "Isn't that your hand on my ass?" He laughs and pats my rear. He smiles at me. Oh my god, is he going to kiss me? I look away. I don't want to kiss him, not here, not now, not ever. I look out over the crowd, who are politely applauding for us. "And the losers are," the Announcer says. Again with the dramatic pause. "Mike and Tyler from State 9!" The two bulky, ugly men look terrified. I wonder how I looked when they were strapping me into the rape horse. Did I look like as they look right now, eyes darting around looking for an escape, the look of a cornered animal, abandoned, not a friend in the world? Poor silly assholes. What comes around goes around. I feel sorry for them, I really do. However, I got two doses of feminizer, not just one, so they should feel lucky. The one in blue - I don't know if he's Mike or Tyler, and really, it doesn't matter - his suit fades to white, then flashes into pink. The leggings shrink and retract and suddenly a flouncy pink skirt pops out, so short it barely cover his crotch. His legs look shaved. Interesting. The suit must have given him a pair of opaque tights to cover up the unsightly hair that must cover his legs. Oh my, the shoes he gets! Shiny, glossy, wet-looking Pink pumps with stiletto heels that must be 4-inches high. Then straps wrap themselves around his calves, crisscrossing all the way up to his knees. He is an ugly man and an even uglier sissy, but from the knees down, he is quite sexy. Those shoes look like some cruelly beautiful cross between a ballerina's toe shoes, sissy display heels, and pink candy. The two of them look comical, standing there, still holding each other in fright, their skirts matching. Two ugly men in sissy frocks. I want to look away from the grotesquery, but I can't. It's too fascinating. The newt enters the room with his two ever present agents. He addresses the State 9 guys. "Ladies, if you please, follow this agent" the newt says. "Your treatments will be administered in another room." The agent points to the open door. The two big idiots stumble on their tall heels and leave the room with an agent following behind them. I wonder if I will ever see them again, and what they will look like. Will they look the least bit feminine, even a little pretty maybe? I find myself curious. The agent then addresses me and Dirk. "The winning couple, how nice," the newt says, a smile on his face, his blue eyes taking us in, analyzing us. I can feel him examining us, making calculations. "If you will follow me please," he says. He and his agent walk out of the room. Dirk and I look at each other. Neither of us knows exactly what will happen next. We walk to the door. We are holding hands. We both realize it and immediately release. Dirk walks ahead of me, and I follow behind, just like a good sissy. *** The agent leads us to a door, opens it and gestures, telling us to go in. "Your prize is inside," he says with that lizard grin. Dirk and I walk in and see him, Isaiah, tied down the submission chair. The chair is made of hard red plastic. It leans back so the sitter is at a 45 degree angle. His legs are spread and go around a pommel. His legs are strapped to either side of it. His arms are strapped to posts that extend from either side. His head is trapped to the headrest, so he can't bite or head butt. The submission chair is made for one thing, to make the sitter helpless to a hand job or blow job. His erection will point straight up at a convenient angle and height for whomever is going to do the deed. That person would be me. I look at his cock and my mouth waters. I can taste vanilla. I know that there is bliss to be had once his tall, pretty penis is in my mouth. I don't want to do this in front of Dirk, and certainly not in front of the entire country. But I have to. I cannot resist. It's a magnetic pull that guides me across the floor, away from Dirk, away from any thought of resistance or humiliation. I walk over to Isaiah, lean over a bit and slide that wonderful cock into my mouth. It's only half hard, but a couple swirls from tongue take care of that. It's hot and firm and plump. Delicious. "Please..." Isaiah says, his breathing picking up. "Just let it happen, dude," Dirk says. "There are worse ways to go." I bob my head up and down, getting hungrier for his seed. I need it. Every cell in my body is screaming out for it. I use my left hand to massage his ball and with my right hand I grab the base of his shaft and jack it firmly but not too fast. This is how I like blow jobs done to me, so I figure it will work for him too. I use my lips and tongue to tease the underside of his head, working over that lovely bundle of nerves. "Oh god, no...no," Isaiah says, but it's already too late. I can feel it building. His balls get hard. The muscles around the base of his cock tense. He is getting ready. "Arrrrghhhhhhh," he cries out like he's in pain. But he's not. I can tell from the amount of cum that shoots into the back of my throat. It's fruity, salty and acrid, but delicious. The feel of it is wonderful. It makes me happy. I slurp him down and when it's done squirting, I lick my lips. So good, so perfect. Vanilla. Yummy. I stand, and look down at Isaiah, who seems to be half asleep, the look on his face one of relief and satisfaction. "Oh god, that was so good," he says. I wake up from whatever trance I was in. I can't believe what I just did. I sucked off a man, and loved it. This thin tall boy with a hairy cock, a patch of hair on his chest, knobby knees and strong chin. He is no sissy, nothing female about him, and yet I gave him a blow job that had him erupting into my sissy mouth. I walk to a corner of the room and sit. I bury my face in my hands. I cry like a baby. I don't even hear the agents take Isaiah away. I cry and cry. When I'm finally out of tears I take a deep breath and look up. There is Dirk, sitting next to me. "You did good," he says. "I did?" "Oh yeah. We make a pretty good team." "Do we?" "Yeah. Let's stick together. We can get to the end together." "I'll try. I'll do my best." "I know you will." We sit for a few minutes in silence. It's nice. It feels safe. Peaceful. Dirk asks, "When we get back to the world, are you going to blow me like that? You are really good at it." "Asshole." We both laugh. Chapter 35 Genetic Transformation Report Technician 34512X2-A Start: Robert "Tex" Vaughn Genetic Male Age 52 Race: Caucasian Height: 6'1'' Weight: 195 pounds Orientation: Heterosexual Health: Good. Some sun damage to face and hands. Signs of slightly accelerated aging around eyes. Goal End State: Milking breeder. End Name: Bessie Milkteets Specifications: Note: The Secretary of The Games has made several requests that in some cases violate normal regulations and procedures. All exceptions are noted here and are approved by her and The Office of the President. This transformation lab will take no responsibility for the results and repercussions of these procedures. Face: Matronly. Plain. Plump. Body: Plump, optimal for fatty milk production. Breasts: Large with high capacity. GGG or larger. Note: Breasts this large have the potential to cause chronic back pain in breeder. She will be forced to avoid extended standing and walking. Procedure exception approved by Secretary of The Games (SOTG). Genitals: Exceptionally sensitive vagina and clitoris. Note: Extremely sensitive genitals often result in an extremely distracted, moody and aroused breeder. This will likely mean the breeder will not be highly functional in social, professional or maternal situations. It is especially not ideal in a milking breeder whose primary function is baby and child care. Procedure exception approved by SOTG. Muscularity: Exceptionally weak with poor muscle tone. Note: For milking breeders with large breasts, we normally recommend some extra muscle mass in order to carry the additional weight of large breasts, not to mention the lifting of children and housework. In this case, the SOTG has ordered the subject muscles to be weakened almost to the point of helplessness. We do not recommend this. However, we will do as ordered by the SOTG. Mind: No wipe. To remain untouched. Note: The standard procedure for milking breeders is to instill a matronly sense of caring and compassion, especially for babies and children. Milking breeders are more successful when they form bonds with the children they help raise. It is unclear how an unaltered male mind will react once inside the body of a fully functional milking breeder. We do not expect a good result. We will do as ordered by the SOTG. Genetic Enhancements: Breast milk to be enhanced with feminizer and self-replicating nanos programmed to speed feminization and reverse masculine physical traits. Any male who drinks from Bessie's breasts will find himself feminized to some extent. Prolonged digesting of Bessie's milk will result in full feminization with the exception of a remnant penis, which will have to be surgically removed. As this is an experimental procedure, we do not recommend this course of action. However, we will follow the orders of the SOTG. Procedure notes: 2300: Subject brought into the transformation suite. Subject is sullen and quiet. Mood is calm but melancholy. 2315: Subject is unconscious and under anesthesia. No issues. 2330: Nanos and feminizer have been administered. Penis and testicles have begun to shrink. Body hair has dropped off. Breasts have started to grow. 2345: Breast moisturizer and skin growth lotion have been applied in order to prevent stretch marks. Growth is rapid. The extreme amount of feminizer being used is dangerous. Note: SOTG has ordered us to disregard all safety checks and continue aggressive administration of nanos and feminizer. 0105: Penectomy and orchiectomy performed. Vagina created with fully functioning clitoris. Nanos are now healing the wound and building new nerve endings, making Bessie's genitals extra sensitive. 0138: Subject has shrunk from 195 to 130 pounds. The extreme shock to her body has put her into a coma. This is to be expected with rapid transformations. Muscle, fat and bone have been reduced dramatically by the nanos. This is the fastest transformation ever attempted in this lab. Waste fluids are being drained via a catheter. 0145: Subject shrinkage has now ceased. She is now 5'5'' and 125 pounds, extremely thin, with developing breasts. Her sagging skin has not been reduced and tightened as we need the room for fat build up. 0155: Genetic tests are positive. Vagina, uterus and ovaries have all grown normally. Hip bones have extended and pelvis has reshaped. Subject can now bare children. Breasts remain small. Growth treatment has not started yet. It is important that body shrinkage has completed before enlargement begins. 0230: Subject is resting comfortably, feminization being complete. Nanos have healed her with no complications. She is a perfectly typical breeder at this point. We will now begin the transition to milker. 0235: Administering milker-maker nanos and tailored hormones designed to enlarge and fill breasts with milk. Once complete, subject will constantly and permanently lactate, producing a gallon or more of milk a day. The extra female hormones will render her sterile. However, that can be easily reversed should she ever wish to bare children. 0240: Highly caloric pudding is being pumped into Bessie's stomach in order to support the extra plump form demanded by the SOTG. Normally we would allow the subject to gain weight over time. However, rapid weight gain poses no risk to the subject, so we will comply with the SOTG's demand. 0255: Subject now how enlarged, fatty buttocks, thighs, tummy and arms. We are slowing fat growth now, before she loses her feminine hip-to- waist ratio. 0315: Breasts are now GGG and filled with milk. The sample we took from her is of good quality, quite nutritious and perfect for feeding babies. We will now administer the experimental nanos. 0330: Bessie's breast milk now tests positive for feminizer hormones and nanos. Males who drink her breast milk will quickly feel the effects, everything from shrinking genitals to breast enlargement to mood swings to attraction is masculine males. This is an odd and unpredictable way to transform a male into a shemale. We believe transformations should always be controlled and monitored by trained medical professionals. However, we will comply with the orders of the SOTG. 0400: After a long vigorous discussion with the SOTG, we will comply with another unusual command. We are to graft a pretty punishment mask to Bessie's face. These masks are meant to punish sissies who are resistant to training. They are not medical devices and we feel have no purpose within the transformation process. The hard plastic mask, which is shaped into the form of a classic beautiful woman's face in full evening makeup, is bio-glued to the face of the subject, with a tube that descends into the throat, preventing speech, but allowing the ingestion of soft foods like nutri-pudding. Note: The doctors and technicians of this facility respectfully disagree with the treatment of this subject, now named Bessie. If she is guilty of a crime, she should be tried and subject to due process. We resent the use of our services as a means of fast punishment. However, we will comply with the orders of the SOTG and the President herself has given a blanket approval for this procedure. 0425: Bessie is going to wake soon. She has been restrained. The shock of transformation without any mind altering will put her at risk of depression, suicide and/or rage. Because of the pretty punishment mask, we will not be able to communicate with her. We will do our best to make her comfortable. 0435: Bessie is awake. She made attempts to scream but could not due to the mask. We took a half gallon of milk from each breast to relieve any painful pressure she was feeling. We also stimulated her clitoris to orgasm in order to relieve the sensual tension that was building up in her new genitals. She relaxed somewhat after the orgasm. 0450: SOTG has removed Bessie from this facility and has taken charge of her care. End State: Bessie Milkteets Milking Breeder Altered Age: 25 Race: Caucasian Height: 5'4'' Weight: 185 pounds Orientation: Attraction to females only (unaltered, despite our recommendation) Health: Her physical health is good. She is now a productive milker. This facility remains concerned about her mental health and continues to recommend mind alteration so she can better adapt to her new condition. Chapter 36 I DON'T WANT TO SEPERATE. I've spent a good part of my life trying to get away from Dirk, and now all I want is to be with him. He's my only ally in this house of horrors, the one person I can trust, my defender, my partner. Yet we have a choice to make. It's almost 11 p.m. and bed time. We've been awake since four this morning. We can't stay awake all night, wandering these halls. Eventually we'll fall asleep, and you if sleep outside of a room, you get punished. In previous years, being punished meant being strapped into a submission chair. This crazy year? I don't know what to expect. The doors have all changed color from white to either pink or blue. He doesn't want to sleep in a pink room and I don't want to sleep in a blue room. Well, I do. I would love to get a little of myself back, shrink down these boobs, get some arm muscle back. That's not the strategy though. I'm on the sissy road. I'm supposed to be the temptress in this partnership. Dirk, the big strong man, his job is to wrestle players into submission, and then I'm supposed to use my feminine wiles to make them orgasm. Simple! We stand in the hallway between two doors facing each other. The one behind him is pink. The one behind me is blue. He's taller than me now. I look up to see his face. It didn't used to be like that. We used to be eye-to-eye. I'm smaller than him now too. His shoulders are wider, his chest broader. He seems solid, as if made of stone. I feel like I could climb up him and stand on his shoulders and he wouldn't so much as waver. "You going to go to your pink room or staying with me?" he asks. "I don't think we should separate." "I'll be right across the hall. Come visit if you need anything." "What exactly would I need from you?" "As my cock is locked up in a plastic tube, all you'll get out of me is scintillating conversation." PONG! "Contestants!" says the announcer. "You have 1 minute to enter your sleeping chamber. It's almost lights out, and you do not want to be caught in the hallways until morning. The punishments we have dreamed up for you are quite delicious!" "Guess we should go to bed," I say. "Guess we should." I don't know why we are standing there. I seem to be having a hard time walking around him and going into my pink room. I stand there in his shadow, him looking down at me, waiting for...what? A kiss! You expect him to kiss you goodnight! You idiot! Get in your room. You do NOT want a kiss goodnight from that asshole. I dodge around him and open the pink door. "Night!" I say, my voice cracking, slipping to an annoying high pitch. I don't look back. "Sleep tight, sissy," he says. We close our doors. I'm alone. In a pink room. The bed, the walls, the floors, the light, the dresser, it's all a soft pink. It screams sissy. I'm scared to sleep here. I don't know what I'll be when I wake up. Then again, I suspect I'll be more of what I am now...a sissy. I'm a sissy. At least for now. I'll be a man again when this is over. Bend, don't break, right Janine? The pink dress and shoes I'm wearing retract into the metal collar. I'm naked again. I feel exposed and a little cold. I crawl into bed and the sheets feel good against my smooth skin. A close my eyes and sleep. I dream of flowers, fields of pink flowers. *** I finally get back to my room at 5:30 in the morning. I'm exhausted. At least I'm me again, Janine. Sissy J did her duty. That girl can follow orders. She, we...I mean I...I sucked ten cocks tonight. I should feel no shame over that. It is my profession after all. I have come to enjoy giving that service. And I'm good at it. Tonight though, tonight was horrible. I can still taste them, taste their funky milk in my mouth. They coated my face. I was on my knees, begging for it. The first one was shy, unsure of what was going on, thinking maybe he was being tricked, that it was part of the show. He took out his big fat cock and fucked my face. When he wanted to cum, he pulled out, aimed at my open lips and spurted. He missed of course. They always miss. You can't really accurately aim your cum. The goop hit my cheek, my nose, my chin, and then finally he got some in my mouth. I savored the taste. To me, because I've been trained, it tastes like bananas. It's amazing what they can make your brain believe. Once he was done with me, another came in, then another, and then another. They waited in line, watching me, on my knees, on the floor of the rec room. I was in a pink satin sissy dress with a micro skirt, deep cleavage in the front, and little puffy shoulder sleeves. I wore little white panties with pink hearts. On my legs were white thigh high stockings, lace-topped ankle socks and shiny black Mary Jane's with a 5-inch heels. Oh yes, I looked quite fuckable. What cock could resist a little whore like me? To be truthful, it would have fun if it hadn't been so humiliating, if I hadn't been out of control, and if it hadn't been broadcast to the world. I was the first sissy advisor, and I was proud of it. I was doing my...gender? class? station?...proud. Not anymore. The image of the proud, respectable sissy is gone, washed away by a gallon of cum. They put me in my place. When they were done, I was able to say my release phrase. "Sissy Janine is awake." I said the words. Stood up, and walked out of the room. The bastards applauded me, like I had just sung them a pretty song. Now I'm in my room. I've showered in boiling hot water. I've scrubbed myself free of cum, makeup, and perfume. I'm naked, as clean as I can be, and still feel dirty. I walk out to my bed room. I am going to sleep for a few hours then wake when the contestants wake at 8 a.m. It's going to be a long day of The Games, and it's only Day Two. There is a piece of paper on my bed, an envelope, unmarked and sealed. I rip it open using my long, manicured nails as a letter opener. Sometimes nails this long actually are practical. I unfold the piece of paper. The top of it says: "Genetic Transformation Report" I read it. I collapse onto my bed. I sob. I mourn for poor Tex. They did it to break me. They did it to teach me a lesson. What they did was put a word on my lips that had never been there before, a word that only the desperate utter, those with nothing left to lose... "Revolution." End of Chapter 36 End of Part Nine To Be Continued Don't forget to leave a review! Thanks! Hi! I hope you are enjoying this story. It has been very fun to write! 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