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Holiday in Bondage by "c.c." As a successful Antique Dealer, I spend a lot of time traveling around the country, usually off the beaten path, where the best deals are. I generally stay at quiet Bed & Breakfast Places out in the sticks, and it was one of these casual stop-overs that changed my life in ways I never anticipated. Janet's Inn was set back off the main road, near a woods and pond, and she ran it with help from her live-in girlfriend Jeri. Both women were attractive ladies in their 30s, Janet with short, dark hair, and big brown eyes, Jeri a mischievous red-head, and though nothing in their appearance suggested the stereotyped "lesbian look," the way they embraced and spoke to each other left little doubt about their mutual affection. Now I've had fantasies for years about being with a pair of sexy lesbians, but I'm mature enough to appreciate them for what they are -- Fantasies; When I found myself getting turned on, I picked up a couple kinky magazines (DOMINANT DYKES and LESBO LOVE or something like that) and read them in my room. Well, I got carried away while reading it, and the resulting state of the bedclothes was embarrassing. To make matters worse, I absent-mindedly left the kinky magazines in my room when I checked out the next morning. Naturally, I felt a little awkward, but I didn't really give it much thought, figuring I'd probably never see Janet or Jeri again, but about a week after I got back to my shoppe, I was surprised to receive a letter from Janet. In it, she said I was a welcome guest but an "untidy sleeper" and that I might enjoy visiting them again when "more suitable arrangements" could be made to accommodate me. Janet concluded by saying although I could benefit from more self-control, she approved of my choice of Reading Material and hoped I'd call to arrange another stay -- they were both looking forward to it! Well, with that intriguing incentive, you can bet I called back. Janet seemed pleased to hear from me, but not surprised. It wasn't really a good time for me to take off again, because my old assistant had retired and I hadn't replaced her yet, but we set a date for a week-long stay, and my mind filled with delightful images of wild variations with these two sexy ladies when Janet said. "By the way, I'd appreciate it if you'd pack only your best clothes: you know, formal business suits and such. And it'd be nice if you'd wear one on the drive down." I wasn't looking forward to making a ten-hour drive in a suit and tie, but I agreed. Then Janet added. "Oh, and Jeri says she thinks you'd look very sweet if you shaved really close... all over!" Again, my head spun with kinky, erotic images: A whole week.....!!!! The words were still echoing in my mind when I mumbled my confused assent and she hung up. Late afternoon a week later, I drove up the dusty gravel drive to Janet's B&B. My mind had been spinning with erotic anticipation the whole way, I was sweaty and rumpled from driving all those hours in an stuffy business suit, the unfamiliar feel of my freshly-shaved skin (all over, just as Jeri had said) was driving me crazy, and to make matters worse, my Air Conditioner had conked out nearly an hour ago. I mentioned this to Janet when she greeted me in the drive as I was getting out of the car. "Poor, thing," she cooed. "We haven't made up your room yet, but you go on up and get a nice cool shower. We'll take care of your luggage and everything." Too tired to argue, I followed Janet's directions to a quiet room at the top of the stairs. She was right, the room hadn't been made up; there weren't even any sheets on the bed, no towels, not even curtains on the windows. And it looked like the previous guest had left a pair of high heels and a funny-looking belt near the dresser. Odd, I thought. But the place was remote enough not to need curtains, really, and I figured they'd bring up towels with my luggage, so I left my soppy clothes on the bare mattress and padded barefoot into the bathroom to enjoy a long shower. The water felt so good, the soap so gentle... there was even soothing lotion for tender skin. With all this, I lingered in the shower, washing away the aches and discomfort of my long journey. But when I came out, there were still no towels. Surprised, I went into the bedroom. Still no sheets, no curtains, no luggage... but someone had taken my clothes! My suit, tie, shoes, shirt and underwear were all gone. The only things to wear in the room were that pair of tiny high heels and the odd- looking belt. I examined the belt carefully and finally figured out it was some kind of rubber chastity belt, designed to keep the wearer's genitals compressed into a small package -- a very small package -- but with a hole to relieve oneself. And it fastened with a tiny padlock! Once I got this thing on, I'd never remove it without the key. But the key was right there on the dresser, and this seemed better than going about completely nude (and without any masculine body hair) so I squeezed myself into the thing (I actually had to run cold water over my privates to make them fit!) buckled it closed, slipped into the high heels to protect my feet from the wood floors, and, shivering with trepidation, snuck downstairs to find Janet. There was no one there. It seemed like the whole place was deserted. Were Janet and Jeri hiding? If they were gone, then who took my clothes? Then I remembered my car parked out front; if it was unlocked, I could get my luggage and get dressed again. But that would mean venturing outside -- looking like this! I got a glimpse of myself in the hail mirror, all smooth pink skin, my butt flaunting from the posture forced on me by the tight high heels, my hips swishing with every step, and my manhood locked away in a humiliatingly small package at my crotch. Did I dare go outside like this? But I reflected that this place was set well back off the highway, and I really had no choice, so, summoning up al my courage (and blushing furiously) I slipped out the front door and sashayed in my high heels across the gravel to my car. Damn! It was locked. I could see my bags in the back seat, tantalizingly close but out of reach. Even the clothes I'd worn driving here were folded neatly in the passenger seat. But I couldn't get to them! Then, to make matters worse, I heard a truck rumbling up the drive, headed this way! Quick as I could, I scampered back to the house. But the door was now locked! For a quick second I looked down at my embarrassingly effeminate near-nudity and quailed at the thought of being seen like this by some stranger; I had to hide! In a tizzy, I jumped behind some heavy shrubbery close to the door and peeked through the leafy branches, wondering what was going on. The truck turned out to be a Tow Truck from a nearby mechanic. As I watched, it pulled up in front of my car and the lean, muscular young driver, clad in dungarees and work boots, got out and prepared to tow it away. I wanted to call out, to protest; all my clothes were in there! And for all I knew, maybe my wallet, keys, ID and Credit Cards! But then I remembered how I looked. The image flashed through my mind of me, standing in front of that roughly-dressed hunk, all smooth-skinned, in my high heels and tiny crotch-pouch, and I blushed all over again. I just didn't have the nerve to let this macho stud see me like this. So I shivered quietly on the bushes, practically naked, while the guy in boots and dungarees casually drove away with everything I had! After he left, I just stayed there behind the shrubbery for awhile, wondering what to do. Finally, I figured Janet must have called him to come and fix my car. This must all be something she'd planned out. So, still blushing beet-red from the roots of my hair to my toes, I crept out of the bushes. The front door was still locked and no one answered the bell, so I started around to the back of the house, ass swishing as I minced in the tight heels, to see if I could find an unlocked door or an open window. At the rear, I thought I found what I was after; there was a large dog- pen, long unused, built right up against the back of the house. Three sides of the pen were twelve-foot chain-link fence, topped with barbed wire, but the fourth side of the pen was formed by the house itself, and on that wall there was a window, just slightly ajar. And the gate to the pen was open - this might be my way in! I minced inside the pen and up to the window--but it was blocked with a dowel! It wouldn't slide open more than a few inches, no matter how hard I pushed. Disgusted, Iturned to leave the pen and resume my search. Janet and Jeri were standing just outside, watching my antics with broad grins on their pretty faces -- through the locked gate! Gaping with shock, I scampered up, rattled uselessly at the strong chain-link, and demanded to know what was going on. "These are your accommodations," Janet explained sweetly while Jeri broke up giggling behind her. "Remember the mess you made of our sheets the last time you were here?" "And that junk you were jacking off to," Jeri sneered. "DYKES? LESBOS?? Is that how you think of us? We treat you as a guest and you objectify and degrade us?" "I said we could make other arrangements for you," Janet's eyes flashed with malice. "Well this is it. This is where you're going to stay as our guest!" I suddenly noticed that both women were wearing high-heeled sandals and the briefest swimsuits imaginable; they were deliberately teasing me! As they postured just outside the fence, I felt my male organs start to swell and stiffen inside the tiny rubber pouch, and I moaned in pain. "Poo-oor thing," Janet smiled. "But after all, I did say you needed to learn more self-control. That little item -- which you obligingly locked on yourself -- should help a bit. Underneath the rubber coating, it's made of stainless steel mesh, so you can wear it for a long, long time... but you can't get out of it without the key!" "You know," Jeri tittered. "I suppose if he really tried, he might climb over this tall fence. Maybe even get across that barbed wire without hurting himself too much." "That's true," Janet grinned, her eyes running up and down my exposed, shivering, blushing form. "But where would he go? Can you imagine him traipsing around the countryside looking like that? With no money, no identification and no clothes?" She laughed at the thought and I shook with shame at the mental picture of myself running around in this ridiculous condition. This sure wasn't what I had in mind when I accepted Janet's offer. How had I let them do this to me? But I was stuck and I knew it. So I bowed my head submissively and promised to do whatever they ordered. And when Jeri handed a pair of handcuffs through the gate, I obediently snapped them on my wrists behind ray back. And that was how I spent my first night as their "guest": Bound, smooth- skinned, high-heeled and nearly naked in their dog pen! Once I was handcuffed, Jeri brought me in dishes of water and bread crumbs She showed me a bowl of mouth-wash and some sticks of sugarless gum to clean my teeth. She pointed out a cold-water tap mounted about three feet off the ground, over a wide-mouthed drain, which would serve as my shower and toilet. I was told to keep myself clean and smooth, and for this there were big bottles of scented liquid soap, depilatory, shampoo and soothing skin cream that would double as sun-block. "It won't be easy keeping yourself sexy and sweet-smelling with your hands cuffed behind you all the time," she lectured, trying not to laugh. "But we'll enjoy watching your antics as you try. And naturally, if we need to, we can clean you ourselves; we have some stiff wire brushes that should have a very interesting effect on that soft skin of yours!" That night, I quickly discovered another refinement on my torture: The window on the forth wall of my pen -- the window that had lured me in here -- opened onto the bedroom they shared! They always pulled the shade not-quite-closed and left a dim light on, so that if I stood right outside, very straight in my high heels, I could see inside and watch them undressing each other, kissing, caressing, and making love long into the night while I throbbed with agonizing frustration. The next day -- the first full day of my "visit" - I endured even more intensive teasing from these two lovely lesbians. Janet and Jeri seemed to delight in showing off their delectable bodies before my hungry eyes, laughing merrily at my obvious need and my embarrassing, smooth-skinned near-nudity. They'd stand outside the fence, dressed in super-tight cut- offs and micro tube-tops, and order me to strut back and forth while they videotaped me for their amusement: "Swish those hips, Girlie... Whoo-hoo!... Strut your butt, Honey. Wrists limp now! You know, if, Men looked like you, I might try one some time... maybe if you look sexy enough for us, we'll try you. Or maybe we'll just let you get a little closer." With that as an incentive, I redoubled my efforts to please my sexy captresses. I swished about, fluttering my cuffed hands campily as best I could. I spoke in a high, soft voice, I even let them put indelible makeup on me and style my hair. By afternoon, I had painted nails that matched my full red lips, soft shadowed eyes with long lashes under gracefully arched eyebrows, delicately rouged cheeks, and soft blonde hair in cute poodle-curls that tickled my neck. I even let them give me some kind of shots that made my soft chest and bottom tingle strangely. True to their word, the more effeminately I looked and acted, the closer Janet and Jeri let me get to their tempting bodies. At first, they'd stick their toes inside the pen and let me suck them, crouching on my soft knees with my hands cuffed behind me. Later, they'd stand outside the fence and let me strain my tongue through the chain-link until it just touched their pouting nipples. And after dinner, they stood with their backs to the fence and bent over, inviting me to kiss their soft, round asses! I complied eagerly. But that night, the second of my stay, I again spent gazing hungrily through their bedroom window as they slowly, sensuously undressed each other and made long, passionate love. On the third day I awoke with the by-now-familiar ache in my imprisoned privates, but with a new sensation in my chest. I looked down and saw that my formerly flat chest was now slightly rounded.... almost like breasts! I even jiggled a little. And my bare bottom seemed definitely rounder and softer. When she brought my food that morning, I mentioned the changes to Jeri, but she just smiled and told me since I had been such a well-behaved "guest" she was going to take off my handcuffs while I ate and washed myself, provided I promised to put them on again immediately afterwards. "And if you get yourself very very clean and sweet-smelling, and then put on your lovely restraints, perhaps I'll reward you with a kiss," she mused. Naturally, I complied eagerly, glad to have the use of my hands as I crouched over my bowls of bread and water, and even brushing my teeth. I gave myself a fresh coat of depilatory and rubbed it in deep. As I washed myself in the cold water, though, I noticed my new breasts seemed even rounder, and the nipples hardened under the frigid stream. And as I oozed the scented body cream over my soft, smooth skin, it was just like running my hands over a woman's body, and the effect it had on my imprisoned privates was positively agonizing! Fed, cleaned, oiled and perfumed, I stepped back into my heels and snapped the cuffs on behind me, then stepped up to the locked gate so Jeri could see how sweet I looked. "Why, you're just darling," she tittered. "Strut around for me some more while I take pictures. Flaunt those little boobs, Hon! Now shake your tush cutely for me. Oooo, you're just so sexy and feminine and naked!" "Does-does that mean I get a-a," I ventured hopefully in the soft, high- pitched voice that was already natural to me. "A kiss?" Jeri's grin grew wider and more mischievous than ever. "Maybe later. Right now, we've got company coming, so if you don't want a lot of strangers to see you in all your kinky splendor, you'd better duck into that tiny dog house and hide!" "WHAT!?!" quick as I could, I scrambled over to the little dog house, got down on my knees and ducked inside, pressing myself as far into the darkness as possible, hoping desperately that my big pink bottom wasn't visible from outside. How many people came, how long they stayed, I don't know. I only know it was unbearably hot in there, and when Janet at last gave me the All Clear and I crawled out, I was covered with perspiration. It shined on my round breasts (Had they grown larger in there?) and shapely legs, and Janet took pity on me and hosed me off with cold water, then removed my handcuffs so I could oil up my body -- a procedure that turned me on incredibly -again! "Hmnim," Janet eyed me appraisingly as I rubbed my gentle hands over my round, bouncy chest, down my legs, over my soft ass, between my thighs, knowing it would only sharpen my hunger, but barely(!) able to stop. "I can see we'll have to make some other arrangement for you when our guests come back this afternoon," she grinned. "But I think I know someplace we can stick you where you'll stay cool!" Janet and Jeri, both now dressed in the tiny swimsuits they wore when they first trapped me, proceeded to freshen my makeup, and took extra care styling my hair. Naturally, all this close attention from these two attractive, scantily-clad cuties excited me terribly.., until I reflected that I was now even more scantily-clad and almost as feminine- looking as they! Now Jeri changed my bondage so that my arms were crossed in front of me at the waist, strait-jacket style, my wrists wrapped with rubber tape and joined behind my back with a short, strong bungee cord. They had me step out of my high heels (Oooo, how good it felt not to have to tiptoe in tight shoes for a change!) and in this state, clad in nothing but my chastity belt and bonds, I was escorted out of the pen and into the nearby pond, where I walked out until the water was just below my shoulders. "Don't go 'way now!" Jeri giggled, and the two of them returned to the house, leaving me standing in the water, wondering what was next. That's when their Company returned: two of their female friends from College and their husbands, plus an unattached male named Paul. I waited in the Pond while they greeted their friends out front, then everyone came around back and Janet pretended surprise on seeing me. "This is Honey, one of our paying guests." She kept a straight face through the awkward introduction as I huddled down in the water, quivering with shame and worry. "I guess she came back here skinny- dipping, naughty girl, but I don't see her clothes anywhere! Did you leave them in your room, you silly?" "I-I guess s-so," I ventured doubtfully, in my soft, high voice, wondering what she had in mind. I noticed now that with my arms crossed in front of me like this, and my body half-submerged, my rounded chest looked just like a woman's breasts... a fact that wasn't lost on the men who ogled me from the shore. "Well then I guess you'll just have to stay out there till we leave," Janet gave me a secret smile. "And we're having a cook-out!" The two women made half-hearted protests, saying that someone really ought to give me a towel and let me run inside, but Janet and Jeri smilingly refused. And I reflected that if someone were to throw me a towel, I wouldn't be able to wrap it around me with my arms tied around my waist like this; my bondage would be revealed to everyone... maybe even my true sex! So I smiled awkwardly and told everyone I'd be just fine out here in the water. But as the night wore on, things got even more uncomfortable. When they made sandwiches, Paul insisted on offering me one, walking out to the end of the pier and bending down to hand-feed me as I crouched in the water, trying to keep my make-believe titties submerged. "So what do you do in Life as we know it?" Paul asked casually. I tried to ignore the unreality of the situation; me, a successful hetero and horny male, crouched bare-assed in a pond, actually passing for a nude female, getting the Come-On from this guy! "I-uh-I deal in Antiques," I said as naturally as possible. Fortunately, Paul mistook my quaking terror for the natural embarrassment a woman would feel in these circumstances and went on making small-talk. He sold Antiques himself, he said, and went on to tell how he had built up a pretty good trade, side-lining with Interior Decoration, but needed a good location to set up a shoppe. I tried to keep up the conversation as naturally as I could, but it was terribly awkward and embarrassing, pretending this way. Then Paul stood up and peeled off his shirt and pants, revealing snug, bulgy swimming trunks, and jumped in the water. It was like a signal to the rest of the group, and soon the pond was full of swimmers, all in stylish bathing suits -- except me! I kept darting this way and that, trying to avoid the groping hands until finally it grew late and they left the water, packed up their dinner things and moved inside to spend the night. Shivering naked in the moonlight, I waded out of the pond as soon as the coast was clear, and made for the safety of my Dog Pen. The gate was open, thank heavens, and as I slipped inside, I noticed that the lock was hanging on the latch. This posed a dilemma: Should I leave the lock off and try to escape? Maybe I could sneak back into the house and cut off my bonds and get my clothes back. For all I knew, my car might be back out front, just waiting, with all my stuff in it.... Or should I fasten the lock in place, with me safely inside, just in case Paul or one of the other guests should come back out. At least I could hide in the dog house and they couldn't get too close... Which should I do? After a long, fearful bout of indecision, I sighed and, straining my rubber-bound arms, got the padlock on the latch and snapped it shut. It was late the next morning when Janet and Jeri came back to feed me and release my arms just long enough to clean and beautify myself. They had brought back a mirror and a box of cosmetics (and other things as I soon discovered) and they had me practice applying and removing makeup in front of the mirror until I could manage it skillfully enough for a beginner. "It's a little bold, Honey," Jeri tittered sexily as she began putting handcuffs on my wrists. "Kind of slutty, in fact. But with the way you're dressed it's not entirely inappropriate!" Her tittering turned to a full, sensuous laugh. I noticed that Jeri was using two sets of hand-cuffs, shackling each wrist to the opposite elbow behind my back. "Shows off your butt better," she explained. Both ladies were dressed, as usual for them, in brief, clinging swimsuits and high-heeled sandals, and the effect of their nearness, their hands brushing my smooth, feminized nudity, their long shapely legs casually sliding next to my own sexy stems, their full, lycra-clad bosoms pressing into my bare back or small semi-breasts... all this set my crotch aching, nipples tingling and head spinning with desire. I had just no other thought at the moment but SEX! And they knew it. "You know," Janet put a hand to her cheek and mused aloud, eyeing me. "You look almost as feminine as we do. Are you enjoying this?" "Well... I... uh..." What to say? How to explain the intense sexual turn-on they were all too aware of? How to convey the tingling, agonizing frustration of being unable to free my male organs and obtain some relief? And what about the trapped embarrassment of my effeminate near-nudity? The humiliation of living in a Dog Pen or the bizarre scene they'd put me through last night? "I g-guess, kind of... I don't kn- know...." "Do you enjoy being with us Gay Girls?" Jeri caressed my left nipple boldly, then strolled over to the makeup box. "Sharing our life-style?" "It' s-I--uh-" Jeri picked up two short-needled syringes from the box, and I recognized them as the same kind they'd used on me yesterday to promote the small swelling in my breasts. She sauntered back, stood close behind me, snaking her arms sensuously around my shoulders and rubbing her soft bikini'd crotch against my bare ass. Meanwhile, Janet stood close in front of me, her lips only inches from mine, our nipples pressed together. "Would you like to look a little more feminine, Honey?" she asked softly. "I d-don't really think so, Ma'am," At least my head cleared enough to answer that. I was still a Man, after all, and the last thing I wanted was to look more like a lady! "I m-mean," I went on. "A lot of -uh- lesbians have small breasts, you know, so I don't really think I --OUCH!" Two small pin-pricks of pain burst for a sharp instant under each side of my chest. "That's for talking in stereotypes," Jeri said flatly. Two more short stabs pricked my bottom cheeks. "And there's two to grow on. Maybe you'll think twice before you draw generalizations about us Lady- Lovers." "That's right," Janet said sweetly. "After all, you're attracted to Women, and you're going to be very well-endowed indeed!" "And we'll just love you that way," Jeri chimed in, squirming around in front of me. "Now let me put this special lip-stick on you." It was a bright cherry-red. And it made my lips tingle... and swell! In minutes, I saw in the mirror that my lips were now enlarged just enough to achieve a full, sensuous -- and permanent - pout! "Janet! Jeri!" I dithered, feeling my small breasts and round bottom becoming not-so-small and much rounder. "I can't look like this! I'm a man!" "Really?" Janet raised a provocative eyebrow as she studied my figure. "Well you'd certainly have trouble convincing anyone if it weren't for this silly little thing," she gently squeezed the front of my chastity pouch and I moaned with need. "And the way you exhibit those feminine assets," Jeri added. "Shows how much you just love looking the way you do! Now camp around for us a bit while I take pictures and maybe we'll think about letting you kiss our butts again." Totally defeated, I did as she ordered, parading around swishing my hips and fluttering my pinioned hands while Jeri ran the video camera, feeling my breasts and bottom swishing and alternately wondering where this would all end and wishing I could just die of shame. "I think our Honey could use a bit of exercise," Janet said finally. "How about a walk in the woods?" "Perfect!" Jeri beamed. "I'll fix her up!" Fixing me up proved to be a matter of fitting me with a high collar that forced me to crane my neck up and slightly back. There was a short chain, just over a foot in length, affixed to the front, but they didn't use this as a leash. Instead, they clipped a small rubber ball to the end of the chain.., a rubber ball covered with sharp needles! "All right, Honey," Janet appeared with a picnic hamper. "Just follow us." And the two sexy ladies began heading into the woods that adjoined their property. It took only seconds for me to figure out how diabolical my collar-thing really was; if I tried to walk upright, the needled ball laid painfully on the tops of my breasts, so I quickly bent over. But my rolling, hip- swishing, high-heeled gait, made the ball swing on the chain, colliding with my tits most painfully! Finally, I discovered that if I bent wa-a-ay over, the ball would hang low enough that it wouldn't hit my body anywhere, no matter how wide it swung. But this posture forced me to walk with my head low and my bare butt raised high, gyrating lewdly with each high-heeled step I took along the smooth trail, even as my swelling breasts hung down, swaying like sexy udders, emphasized by the wrist-to-elbows bondage that held my arms behind me. I was grateful, anyway, that the wide collar I wore held my head back, so I could see in front of me as I sashayed along. The only bad part was that I was right behind Janet and Jeri. They had changed their swimsuits for tight cut-offs and abbreviated T-shirts, and their sandals for comfortable sneakers, and as I minced behind, them in my high heels, their shapely legs, rising to those magnificent asses, were right in front of me, exciting me terribly despite my uncomfortable posture. And then I realized another exquisite torture of my outfit: Bending way over like this caused my smooth, feminine thighs to rub against the sides of the tiny rubber pouch that held my cock and balls captive; the gentle caress wasn't nearly enough to bring me off, of course, but in my present condition of unrelieved need, any stimulation at all was enough to drive me even wilder. What with the tempting view in front of me and the constant teasing of my own thighs, my head was soon spinning with desire. I moaned softly, and they turned around. "What's wrong, Honey?" Jeri asked sweetly. "Aren't you comfortable like that? You certainly look sweet, what with your butt waving in the air, and your cute titties bouncing around down there! What's the matter?" "Please Ma'am," I whimpered. "I-I want sex so much... please...." "Poor thing," Janet loved repeating that, it seemed. "Let's see what we can do to take her mind off sex, Jeri." What they did was to change places and walk behind me. And they cut long switches from a nearby willow and were soon cracking them on my upraised cheeks wickedly whenever the notion took them! "Ouch!" I cried when the first swat landed. I instinctively started to straighten, only to have the needle-covered ball bounce against my left breast! "Owww!" I quickly bent over again, and the motion raised my pink bottom up for another crack. "Oooouch!" In this manner we continued through the woods till we came to a clearing near an open meadow. There the girls prepared to enjoy their picnic. But first they had to "arrange" me: This consisted of removing the needle-covered ball from my collar chain (Thank Heavens!) and replacing it with a metal stake that screwed into the ground (Oh No!) holding my head down -- and they gave me strict instructions not to bend my knees! So there I stood. Nearly nude. Feminized. Ass-up and head-down. Robbed of my male clothes. My masculine organs locked away where I couldn't get at them. Deprived of my body hair. Face made up and lips wide and pouty. Elbow-bound. Teased to distraction and spanked nearly to tears. Helpless in my high heels and chastity belt, as my two smiling captresses relaxed on the grass and enjoyed a light luncheon! After they ate, Jeri took off her shoes and lay down on the grass in front of me, her feet just under my face. Then Janet picked up left-over bits of food and, one piece at a time, wedged them between Jeri's toes so Jeri could raise her feet to my pouting lips and let me eat from between her toes. "Get it all, now," Jeri giggled. "Every bite. I think you left a little.., check with your tongue... hee-hee! Naughty girl, tickling like that. Now kiss the bottom of my foot to show you're grateful. Ooo, those lips feel so sexy! That's a good girl." When they tired of this, the ladies decided to sun-bathe. They slipped off their shoes, doffed their shorts and T-shirts. "But what about our panties?" Jeri asked innocently. "Where can we hang them?" "Qell, Honey's been a good girl for so long, let's let her have them!" Janet unscrewed the metal stake that had held my head near the ground, and I straightened up thankfully, for the first time in hours, it seemed. For a moment, I thought they were actually going to let me wear their delicate panties, and my heart raced in anticipation at the thought. But no such luck. Janet simply slipped the crotch of each flimsy garment between my lips and ordered me to hold them there. "That's right," she said, surveying me critically as I stood at bare- breasted attention, the collar holding my head high, even as my wrist- to-elbow bondage thrust those awful boobs shamefully forward. She ran a gentle hand across them, flicking the nipples softly with her thumb. I felt the familiar twinge of tingling agony inside my crotch-pouch and moaned again. "Hold steady now," she cautioned. "Jeri and I are thinking of taking off that belt you're wearing and letting you enjoy yourself a bit. But not if you drop these, so be careful, sweet!" Her words set my head spinning again. Were they really going to do it? Let me get some relief? If only they would, I thought, maybe I could stop thinking just about Sex and try to figure out just how to get some clothes on and my old body back.... But for now, the only item on their erotic menu was More Teasing. They lay nude in the grass, arm in arm, their tanned bodies almost gleaming in the soft sunlight. They'd whisper, giggle, and sometimes one would turn on her side (treating me to a tantalizing view of a magnificent ass) and kiss the other. So there I stood. Nearly nude. Feminized. Ass-up and head-down. Robbed of my male clothes. My masculine organs locked away where I couldn't get at them. Deprived of my body hair. Face made up and lips wide and pouty. Elbow-bound. Teased to distraction and spanked nearly to tears. Helpless in my high heels and chastity belt, as my two smiling captresses relaxed on the grass and enjoyed a light and naked luncheon. They didn't make love, though. I thought they were going to as their whispering and giggling became more animated, but suddenly Jeri scrambled to her knees and looked off into the woods behind me. "Someone's coming!" she whispered. "MEN!" I nearly fainted. Men coming! Men who would see me -- like THIS!! I turned to look, but Janet had rolled up beside me and pulled one of my shapely ankles, toppling me down on my cushy bottom. "Get down!" she hissed, pulling her shoes on as Jeri did likewise. "Crawl. Follow us...." I did. It wasn't easy with my arms pinned behind me, but I duck-shuffled on my knees between the two nude women, following Janet's shapely butt as we wiggled down a shallow culvert and she made for a concrete pipe. "In there!" Jeri still whispered urgently. "Follow Janet! Press up close, there's not much room." Not much room at all! Janet was on her knees and there was only about a foot of clearance above her. I tried to slide into it, but with my elbows bound behind me there was no way. And Jeri was pushing from behind, pressing me up into Janet's butt. My face pressed into her cheeks. I backed off a bit. Felt Jeri crawl in the pipe backwards (so she could see if they passed this way) her full bottom pressed into mine. Then Janet backed up, and my face was in her butt again. I tried to back off, but Jeri was too close behind me. I started to push back. "Hold still!" Jeri whispered, rubbing her sweat-moist ass over mine. "Be quiet now. And don't move." So we crouched, perfectly motionless, packed in that pipe like sardines, my face pressed between Janet's bottom-cheeks, my own ass pushing against Jeri's. I could feel my nipples, hard against my soft thighs. The all-enveloping scent of Janet's womanhood filled my head. The collar that bent my neck back kept me from lowering my head or moving in any direction away from this intimate contact. Ibreathed, and Janet's nether hairs danced, just a fraction of an inch from my full, pouting lips. They were wet. It must have been from her cuddling with Jeri, I thought. Yes. Behind me, pressed against my butt, I could feel that she was wet, too. Instinctively, my tongue stretched out, seeking the warm core of Janet's desire. She wriggled back to make it easier. I could just reach it, if I arched my back a little. This slid my bottom against Jeri's again. She rubbed against me, just a fraction. Then again. Grew wetter, just as Janet was in front of me. I stretched and strained my tongue, trying trying to get to Janet's love-button as Jeri's subtle rubbing across my bare ass grew more rapid. In front, Janet started quivering, vibrating. And Jeri was shaking, too. They were laughing! Suddenly Jeri pulled back, tugging me gently with her, away from Janet, laughing riotously. Janet laughed heartily herself as she emerged from the pipe, and both of them saw the frightened, bewildered expression on my face and broke up all over again. "She fell for it, Darling," Jeri chortled. "I told you she would!" "You were right," Janet brought her laughter under control, just barely, and sat up, her bare breasts jiggling delightfully. "Did you see her scrambling in those heels?" "Did I! And the way her boobs bounced!" "Poor Honey," Janet gave me her wide-eyed look of sympathy. "Did you really think there were big bad nasty men coming to get sweet-naked- little-feminine you?" I couldn't speak. The whirl of emotions -- fear, relief, anxiety, anger, and above all Desire -- rendered me mute. I sat there on my knees, tasting Janet on my lips, and nearly wept. "Whatever she thought," Jeri said firmly. "It made her drop our panties. And after you warned her not to. I guess that means No Sex for our little Honey today." "Just as well," Janet said. "The way you were getting off on her back there made me jealous." "Still," Jeri considered. "I guess we do owe her something. Couldn't we..." she whispered something to Janet, who nodded eagerly. I could scarcely believe it. Were they really going to let me have sex? With them? Yes and no. The two nude beauties stretched me out on my back, the grass tickling my soft bottom. My arms were pressed painfully into the small of my back, but I didn't mind. Then Jeri straddled my hips, resting her crotch against the rubber pouch that imprisoned my privates and began rocking gently back and forth. At the same time, Janet sat gently on my feminine face, her warm womanhood resting on my nose, her soft cheeks covering my eyes. Janet laid a hand on one of my breasts, her thumb gently massaging my stiff nipple. Jeri cupped my other breast likewise, and I felt them begin to rock gently back and forth. The maddeningly gentle pressure of Jeri's pussy on my crotch-pouch, combined with the taste and scent of Janet's passion on my face and the deliberate stimulation of my breasts set me to bucking wildly, trying, trying desperately, to increase the sensation to the point where I could achieve orgasm; I kept lifting and twisting my round hips, feeling my full, pink bottom land on the grass and bouncing it up again, straining my tongue to reach Janet's pulsating clit, sensing the women's growing satisfaction as my sex-starved antics increased, faster and faster.... and finally, the sound, muffled by Janet's thighs around my ears, of their mutual climax. Jeri slid up to my waist, her warm pussy leaving a -trail of moisture over my penis-pouch, her bottom-cheeks resting ever-so-lightly against the tip. If I stayed very still, I could just feel her there. Janet, meanwhile, relaxed on my face, basking in the cruel afterglow as her juices covered my lips. It was agony. Finally, bodies satiated and spirits raised by their mischief, the women climbed off me and ordered me to fetch the garments they'd left strewn around the woods in our wild run. I obeyed, kneeling to retrieve each scrap of clothing in my mouth and fetch it to them. As a "reward" for my work, they let me keep their panties in my mouth as we walked back to the house where they fed me Dinner and locked me in my pen for the night, still near-nude, feminized, handcuffed and incredibly horny. It was one of those long, warm summer nights, and as I crouched in my cage, the ladies relaxed in lawn chairs just outside the chain-link, their pretty toes close enough for me to lick through the openings... which they insisted I do! "Having fun, Honey?" Janet asked sweetly. "That's nice. Well, I guess you learned a thing or two today: This morning you had all these stereotypes about what you call Dykes and Lesbos, and this afternoon you discovered we really do enjoy making love with men... that is, if you still think of yourself as one!" "I know I don't-" Jeri giggled. "-don't think of him as a man, that is. Our Honey looks so sweet now, with her soft skin and shapely legs and round breasts and butt--" "Not to mention her pretty face and hair," Janet chimed in. "And those sexy lips," Jeri completed the thought. "I can't think of her as 'he' at all. If it weren't for that little pouch between her legs she'd look completely female... why, even this way, I bet any man who saw her would want to jump her bones." Janet looked down at me thoughtfully. "That's something to think about," she mused. "I just realized that this is Honey's fourth night with us; the half-way point of her visit. Perhaps we should think about how she'll spend the rest of her time...." I didn't hear the rest. An odd, drowsy dizziness that had been growing in me since dinner suddenly overpowered me and I fell asleep. It was late the next morning when I awoke... to the sound of strange voices! There were people outside my cage. Seeing me! Like this! I sat up, realizing I had fallen asleep next to the fence and darted back into my dog house. But it wasn't there. I had no place to hide. Tense, bound, blushing and totally disoriented, I looked up at the men and women milling about the back lawn or relaxing in lawn chairs enjoying an elegant brunch. They were an oddly assorted group: Here was a man in light blue gossamer silk pajamas, his soft blonde hair tousled gently over his vivid blue eyes as he regarded me intently through the fence; there was a hard, leathery-looking woman in blue denim, running a short rope through her leather-gloved hands as she strolled about; two statuesque black women in tight clothing reclined on chaise lounges, enjoying a hearty breakfast, occasionally pointing at me and discussing something, but I couldn't hear their words. Near them, a chunky blonde in a short dress was sipping a martini (At this hour? What time was it, anyway?) and talking with a muscular beach boy type. He jerked a thumb at me, said something, and they both laughed. "Good morning, Honey. Sleep well?" It was Jeri and Janet, approaching the pen with my breakfast and toilet things. "J-Janet!" I squealed. "What is this? What are all these people doing here? Looking at me like this?" I half-crouched, trying to hide my awful condition as the ladies stepped inside my cage. "They're just a few rather special friends of ours, Honey," Janet explained, setting my bowl on the ground. "And when I told them about how we had actually captured a real, live SheMale, they just had to come and see you in captivity!" "That's right," Jeri grinned broadly. "Janet and I explained to them all about how you used to be a super-straight male-type and they simply couldn't believe how we'd turned you into a half-sexed Pet. So we'll want you to tell them all about yourself.... after you've eaten your breakfast and done your toilette!" "Done my--" I blushed all over again. "But I couldn't -do that- in-in front of all these..." "I hope you can hold it then," Janet said cheerily. "'Cause they're going to be here all day!" "And we promised you'd do tricks for them," Jeri uncuffed my wrists, freeing my hands at last. "So let's get started." Miserably, I minced over to the Drain and, with some difficulty, used it, to the accompaniment of jeers and catcalls from the guests. Then it was back over to my Food Bowl, to get down on hands and knees to feed myself. Finally, Janet and Jeri began my morning Beauty Treatment; as the crowd watched, they directed me to cover my body with soft, scented soap (For some reason it seemed I no longer needed depilatory.., it was as if my body hair had been removed permanently!) and gentle shampoo, then shower off by crouching under the tap. Then I had to stand before the mirror and show how well I could style my own hair and freshen my indelible makeup. Finally, I had to coat my body with the oily, perfumed cream that kept my skin all feminine (Was this what was keeping my hair from growing back, I wondered?) quivering at how the feel of my own hands on my womanish flesh aroused me in spite of my intense shame. Now Janet re-attached the wrist-to-elbow-cuffs behind my back, and Jeri approached me with the tiny syringes she had used yesterday to swell my breasts and bottom. "Well, Honey?" she teased. "How would you like to look really feminine for all these nice people?" "Well, I-uh-" What to say? I wracked my poor, horny brain for an answer that would keep me from getting my feminine assets enlarged even more. "I mean... all these people...." Suddenly, as I stood there stammering, Jeri blithely stung me with the mini-syringes, injecting more of the tingling, swelling formula into my areas of maidenly nubility. "Great!" Janet cheered. "You had a nice figure yest?rday but in an hour or so, you'll be real Centerfold Material. How sweet of you to give the crowd a Real Show!" "Let's get her started," Jeri beamed, helping me into my high heels. "How about Beast In The Cage first?" So, under their command, I had to mince up and down next to the fence, like a caged beast. The spectators held sausages through the chain link, and I was required to pluck these from their fingers with my big, pouty, ultra-feminine lips, and then thank them! Very quickly, someone hit upon the idea of sticking a sausage through the fence at a level just slightly too high, so I had to stand on tippy- toe and crane my neck to get it, a pose that thrust my bare breasts out splendidly. Then someone stuck a sausage through at waist-level, so I had to bend wa-a-ay over to retrieve it, sticking out my big, round tush lewdly for all to see. "My goodness," It was the soft-looking man in gossamer blue pajamas, eyeing me intently as he stood just outside the fence. "Is it true what Janet said about you? That you're really a Straight Guy and everything?" "Yes," I sighed in my girlish voice, realizing as I spoke how silly it sounded. "It's true. I came here expecting a sexy threesome with Jeri and Janet, but they took my clothes and everything and locked me up, and changed me like this..." "Just to think," The soft man continued as a small crowd gathered around. "That you used to campaign against Gay Rights and Equality for Women, and now here you are... looking all gay and feminine yourself!" "But that's not--I didn't--" What had my captresses told these people? My startled protests were drowned in the chorus of jeers from the onlookers. "Let's give Honey a change," Janet and Jeri took me in hand. "How about Circus Animal?" "Perfect!" Jeri beamed. "I've got just the most darling costume for her!" I had thought up to then that after days of gadding about practically naked in this feminized condition, any clothing at all would be welcome -- particularly in view of my rapidly-enlarging endowments; how wrong I was! My outfit started with thigh-length bright pink latex hose, skin-tight, that clung to my shapely legs as if they were painted on. A pair of gold-sequined high heels -- at least an inch taller than the pair I was used to -was strapped tightly on my delicate feet. Next came a pink latex corset. It nipped in my waist to breath-taking slimness, even as it thrust out my breasts and butt above and below. It also arched my back, emphasizing my womanly treasures.., as if they needed it! My arms were unshackled and shoulder-length pink latex gloves were pulled on my limbs. But these gloves were incredibly strong and tight... I could barely bend my arms in them. And they ended not in fingers but in tight little pods that cramped my hands into useless half-fists! "Now for the accessories," Jeri smiled. Some accessories! A skimpy gold tutu went on my hips, rustling and flouncing with every move I made. A shorter matching ruff- collar went on my neck, forcing me to hold up my chin even as it increased my gaudy "circus" look. Ruffled garters, also sparkling gold, adorned my wrists and ankles. And a big, shiny, gold-plastic mouth-plug went into my mouth, strapped tightly behind my head. I couldn't speak. Couldn't turn my head. Couldn't look down without bending over. Could barely bend my knees and elbows to move about. And to make matters worse, Janet and Jeri proceeded to crack a long, supple buggy-whip at my bare bottom, forcing me to strut out before the crowd! Next thing I knew, I was dancing about, balancing a ball on my mouth- plug, and literally jumping through hoops for the laughing onlookers, always urged on by the sharp sting of Janet's nasty buggy-whip on my now-very-round-and-jiggly butt. The laughter of the assembled women and men filled my poor, burning ears as I gadded about for them, my bountiful breasts shaking and bouncing with every high-heeled, tight- corsetted step. I was finally allowed a short break, and crouched gratefully by a tree, gasping for air (That corset didn't allow for very deep breathing!) As I tried to recover, a petite blonde, dressed in a low-cut silky white blouse, black satin skirt, smoky nylons and sensible patent leather heels approached, looking down at me with bemused contempt. "So you're really a guy, eh?" I tried to nod with my tight colar on and that gag between my lips. I also tried not to stare at her shapely legs or the soft hemispheres of breast visible at her neckline. She smiled. "Though if they managed to fit you into that thing-" she nudged my chastity pouch with the shiny toe of her shoe. "-you were probably never very Male to begin with. Is it true you put it on yourself? And got in that dog pen yourself? The truth now: Did you?" Close to tears of shame, I had to nod. It was true. "My, my," she shook her pretty head, her soft, wavy tresses shimmering delightfully. "So you're one of those. Well perhaps I'll help bring a little pleasure into your life...." She crouched in front of me, displaying bare thigh above the tops of her smoky nylons. She leaned forward, showing off more of her delectable breasts. And then she deliberately stroked and caressed my nipples, feeling them harden in her fingers till I moaned with need. "How sweet!" she smiled. "I guess this scene really turns you on. Tell you what: get down on your hands and knees and kiss my shoes for a bit, and perhaps I'll think about getting you a little gratification; no promises now, but I'll think about it." Instantly, I was down on my rubber-sheathed hands and knees, trying desperately to kiss the proffered feet. But of course, with the mouth- plug strapped in place, all I could manage was the mockery of a kiss! "That's hardly very satisfactory," The blonde chided gently. "Perhaps you need motivated." Suddenly she straddled my back, her nylon'ed legs pinning my arms firmly to my sides, her black-lace-pantied ass pressing down on my bare shoulders, forcing my pretty head down. Whack! I felt a hard, flat palm, surprisingly strong, land on my whip-tender buns. WHACKK! Another, incredibly painful. SWAPPP!! WHAPPI WHACKK!! Again and again the blonde landed tormenting, enthusiastic swats with her bare hands on my reddening bottom-globes. As I tried to buck her off, get out from under, get her to stop somehow, a crowd gathered. "Ride 'er, Blondie!" "Stay on, girl!" "Wow! Look at those boobs fly when she bucks!" "And that butt! Didja ever see anything so round and red?" The shouts continued, along with my shameful antics, till I knew there was no way I was going to unseat my lovely tormentress. Totally defeated, I let my hands and knees slide out from under- me and sank to the ground, motionless. "Nice ride, Honey," The Blonde got to her feet and flipped me over on my back. Smarting as I was, I still couldn't resist looking up under her skirt. She noticed, and smiled even more sweetly "My, this does pull your chain! Too bad you didn't last a bit longer, though; I was just about to get off and let you have me. Poor thing!" I gazed hopelessly up, wondering whether to believe her. And then a deep female voice broke in on my thoughts. "She don't talk, she don't move... I call a thing like that my furniture." It was one of the two hefty black women. They stood looking down at me speculatively. "If I had me a little rope. . ." the other one said. "Rope?" Jeri appeared, smiling that mischievous smile as always. "Why we've plenty of rope, Dear. What did you have in mind?" Oh what they had in mind! Before I knew it, I was being stripped of my gaudy Circus outfit. Gloves, shoes, stockings, tutu... everything came off except the one thing I wanted most to remove -- that awful chastity belt. When I was 98% nude again, the black women dragged me back across the lawn to the chairs I discovered they had brought especially for this. It was a collapsible outdoor chaise lounge, with a sturdy vinyl-sheathed frame and the webbing deliberately arranged in a pattern whose purpose I quickly discovered. As I was secured underneath this with strong rubber straps attached to the frame, I felt my body being molded into the webbing: Straps under my back and shoulders thrust my breasts through the seat about the level of the sitter's knees; my rubber-sheathed privates protruded - - very slightly -- at foot-level; and my lovely feminine face came out right under the sitter's ass! It was no use to struggle. The straps lashed me immovably to the chair. I could only stare helplessly upwards as the chunky black women smiled down at me. "Well, Doris," The one, slightly taller, addressed her soul-sister. "Looks like we got this butt-boy fixed up pretty good." "Not as good as he fixed himself up for us, Melanie," Doris replied. "Can you imagine a guy getting himself into all this? Letting Janet take away his clothes, his body hair, and fixing him up with those bodaceous boobs?" "I'm more interested in our Honey's track record," Doris got down on one knee, her massive breasts directly overtop me, and continued. "Jeri tells me you run a business upstate. That true?" "Y-yes ma'am," I said meekly. "Hinmm. You hire any African-Americans in this business of yours?" "Well--" I hemmed and hawed, trying to think how to explain. "It-it's just a small business, and I only have one full-time assistant and-- OoooH!!" My reply was cut off by a powerful squeeze on one of my shapely breasts OH, it hurt! Yet the blood rushing back in when Doris released her grip aroused me once more. "That's all I need to hear," she rose. "Our cute Lilly-white butt-boy here doesn't like to hire minorities. Just like Janet said. Well, Honey, you can just start making up for that oversight right now....." And she settled herself in the chair. How long she remained, I couldn't say. I only knew the teasing feel of her toes on my cock-pouch, the soft shifting of her stout legs on my breasts, and the all-enveloping prison of her bottom-cheeks planted firmly over my face! "Start kissing, Honey," she ordered. "And when you stop, me and Mellie'll flip this chair over and start working your ass over with our belts." I kissed. I licked. I nuzzled shamelessly. After the buggy-whip and the blonde's powerful spanking, I didn't think my poor pratt could take any more punishment. So I kept up my fevered oral worship of Doris' black ass for what seemed like hours, till she at last sighed happily and pronounced herself satisfied. And then, of course, it was Mellie's turn! The shadows were long and my lips numb by the time I was unbound from beneath their seat, but at least my poor bottom had cooled off. While my arms were still numb, Janet bound my fists into my armpits, securing them with layers of rubber tape until all I could do with my arms was to wave my elbows like useless wings... which thrust and jiggled my big bare breasts shamefully! "What a sight you are!" Jeri teased. "Hooters waving in the breeze, butt hanging out, and that cute face -ugh!- that cute face needs cleaning. Why not wade out in the pond and wash your face off, Honey?" I obediently doffed my heels and walked into the pond -- where several of the guests in various stages of dress were relaxing in the late- afternoon sun -- till -the water was waist-deep. I noticed a shapely- young woman with dark hair, vivid green eyes and no apparent clothing standing near me in the water; her back to me, watching over her shoulder. I knew I should be getting used to the amused stares of strangers by now, but I still blushed furiously and I bent over quickly to plunge my face in the water, up and down, up and down... "You should have told me you were going to do that," she said casually as I came up for air. "I would have held off before relieving myself!" WHAT!?! Blushing even redder, I minced away and submerged my whole body, just hoping to feel clean once more. What more could they do to me? As it turned out, not much. By the time I emerged from the water and been toweled dry (Ooo, the feel of that soft towel on my smooth, womanish flesh!) and beautified by my solicitous captresses, it was getting late and most of the guests had had their sport. A few still got a kick out of seeing me crouch over my bowl, ass raised high, to lap up water, and feeding me bits of food from between their toes, and two very strong, macho-looking guys with big mustaches and hairy backs had a bit of sport making me play "fetch" with their jock-straps, but I was spared any more spankings or extended tortures. One of the last guests to leave was a petite, oriental woman with smiling eyes and shoulder-length jet-black tresses, who regarded me with a detached look. "Fascinating," she said at last, with no trace of accent. "You simply must come to work for us." "Work for you?" I asked hopefully. The prospect of getting out of here even a few days early thrilled me. "Where? What?" "At the Lab," she said calmly. "If you don't know it, my company developed the stuff Jeri and Janet have been feeding you -- unofficially, of course, since it hasn't been approved yet. But when they told me you were a confirmed masochist suffering from intense gender confusion, I realized immediately what a perfect subject you'd make. And I must say, your appearance and your antics today have confirmed my hypothesis admirably. Now if we could just get you into the Lab for a few months... experiment with higher dosages, sexual stimuli...." "Ooo!" I squeaked. Janet and Jeri were watching with big smiles on their faces, so I continued eagerly. "I-I mean, this is just for-for while I'm here with my Mistresses. I don't want to leave them, honest I don't. And-and I have to get back to my business and-and everything." "Very well," she sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that, and bad as we want you, I couldn't force you to work for us. Well, I've left the Reversal Formula with Janet and Jeri, so I guess in a few days you'll un-do all our fine work and go back to your old male appearance. Pity. But if you change your mind..." She stepped behind me and brought the back of her hand smartly down on my unprotected (and very shapely) rump! ". . .just remember there are lots of us in the Lab who could give a Bottom like you a very nice ride. So long..., for now." And she walked off while I congratulated myself on a narrow escape. But what was that she said? About a Reversal Formula? And Jeri and Janet had it? That was welcome newsindeed! Ever since they started altering my figure, I'd been terribly worried about what I'd look like when I finished my stay with the two sexy lesbians. Now I knew they were going to restore me to my former shape - had planned to all along -- I could stop worrying. About that anyway. Janet and Jeri decided it would be cute to keep me in the elbow-wing bondage for the rest of the night -- my fifth as their "guest" -- so that's how I was bound as I stood outside their window, watching them undress each other for bed and then, in the faint lamp-light, express the pent-up passion of their erotically-charged day on each other's bodies, crouching, caressing, kissing and cuddling together lovingly.... ...while I stood out there, near-nude, my hubaceous boobs bouncing in front of me, my big, red lips quivering, the night breeze cooling my hot, round buns as I throbbed with need and could do nothing about it! * The next morning followed the usual routine: Toilette over the drain, washing under the cold tap, eating breakfast bent over a bowl without the use of my hands while my bare skin dried in the warm morning sun, then the Beautification:, Janet and Jeri watched closely as I plied my curvaceous body with scented lotions, then styled my own hair and applied my own makeup with skill that seemed second-nature. Then Jeri approached with the swelling-formula syringes. "'Well, Honey," she smiled mischievously. "Do you think you'd care for another dose today? You know, you're already, very well-stacked; you want to look even wilder?" "Please, Ma'am," I knew the effects could be reversed, but still the notion of seeing my already impressive assets grow even larger embarrassed me terribly. "I-I don't want to look any more feminine. Can't I just stay like I am?" "You want to stay like that?" Janet teased. "Practically naked, locked here in a dog pen to show yourself off to anyone who cares to look at your half-sexed figure?" "Oh no, Ma'am," I protested in my soft, femmish voice. "I want to wear clothes again, and l-look more like I used to, and get out of here and go back to my old life. You are going to let me, aren't you?" "That's still a couple days away," Jeri grinned. "Meanwhile, I was telling Jan here just this morning, how you're getting so sexy and feminine, you're really starting to turn me on." "Me too," Janet put in. "And we thought that since you'd been acting so sweet and submissive for us, maybe if you agreed to another dose of Enlarger today, we might take that chastity belt off and have a bit of fun together." "But I guess you're not interested," Jeri sighed. "Too bad, 'cause we had some really neat stuff planned." Their words made my head spin. Were they really going to take off this awful chastity belt? The way I felt, even being allowed to just jerk off would be a blessing. But if they were planning even more... "D-do you mean it, Ma'am?" I asked fearfully. "If-if I take some more shots of that stuff y-you'll get this awful thing off my-uh. . . ?" "That's what we thought," Janet put a mock-serious look on her pretty face. "But that was when we thought you wanted to see us turned on; thought you wanted to play sexy games with us. Since you apparently just want to look like a Clunky Guy again, I guess you'll have to wait...." "NO!" I squeaked. "I don't want to look like a guy again! I mean- I do, but if-if it'd really turn you on to have me look more feminine.., for a little while.., and-and if you promise you'll get this thing off me...." "Oh we promise!" And so, minutes later, I was bound securely to a rack, my body bent backwards as Jeri gleefully administered the new shots. "And just a tiny one in the lips," she chuckled, to give you a really oral look, you know. My, you're going to be quite a Dish! Now let's get started down here....." I lay motionless on the rack, arms pulled overhead, legs spread apart and anchored to the base, bent backwards till my swelling breasts were like interesting hills on my smooth chest, even my head pulled back, anchored in place by my wavy hair tied to the rack, so that I could only stare up into the sunlight. Janet noticed me squinting and thoughtfully perched a large pair of mirrored sunglasses on my nose. "Can't have you squinting, Honey," she smiled. As she fussed with me, Jeri attached a hose to the spigot that served my needs and brought the end over to me. "We're on a Well out here," she explained. "And this water comes from a cold, cold underground stream, so...." There was a blast of frigid water over my crotch. I squealed, gasped, squirmed, wiggled, but the steady stream of numbing cold continued. I saw Janet bend down