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V: Deeper and Deeper Back down on the floor, on his knees and with his hands comfortably bound behind him, Timmy found himself lost in the throes of not only passion, but warmth. A warmth that could be felt all over his body as the hard, fleshy cock slid into and out of his mouth, between a pair of puffy lips. He could both feel and taste the spurts of a warm, thick liquid emerging from the cockhead, coming out in pulses. Timmy moaned as he continued to suck upon the erect cock hungrily. He could feel that his gut was not only visibly round and fat, but it felt gooey as well, as if he had been drinking nothing but molasses, and it was gathering in gallons in his belly. He could feel the cum shift around within his larger tummy. And yet, he kept sucking and moaning deliriously, his eyes half-lidded with a lazy kind of passion. He couldn't even figure out whose cock it was, but there was no hair around the pubic area at all, so he knew it couldn't be male. Particularly upon spotting a pair of breasts when he glanced upwards. He felt this person to be of some importance, too, and a feminine hand reached down to rub at Timmy's long hair in her appreciation for what he was doing. The pulses of cum emerging from her cock were becoming more thick and more excessive, and yet, he found himself swallowing every last drop, making sure it continued to collect in his radically distended belly. It got to the point where he had to keep his mouth shut to keep the cum that had pooled in his mouth from coming out. He couldn't even speak anymore, as his face now looked bloated. Finally, the cock slid out of his mouth. While a small puddle of cum collected below from the excess, Timmy wanted to be able to swallow what he held in his mouth. But he couldn't! The warmth, however, all over his body from the fresh intake of cum made him feel inescapably lazy, and he saw the woman in front of him begin to walk away. "Follow me, slut," she called out to him. "This way." But when Timmy tried to crawl forward, he found that he could not. He could say nothing, either, since he had cum in his mouth, as well, bloating his face. Just a few minutes more. He thought to himself. This will pass. But then, the voice cried out once again. "FOLLOW ME, SLUT! DON'T JUST SIT THERE LIKE A CUM SACK!" Unfortunately, it seemed...for all his immobility...a cum sack was all he could be at the moment. He couldn't help but feel as soft and as pliable all over as a stationary human blob of flesh filled with semen could be. The woman called again, angrier this time. But there Timmy helplessly stayed. Unable to take in anymore of the warm goo, and unable to move at all, yet feeling irresistably tranquil as he continued to linger, face down, on the floor. It was not until he heard a loud buzzing sound that he suddenly found the strength to move. * * * The alarm clock sounded its loud and unpleasant cacophony of noise, capably rousing the effeminate boy, who found himself in a face down position on the bed as he blinked out of his somewhat disturbing dream. Maneuvering himself to the point where he could sit up, he was able to feel a considerable amount of padding at his posterior, and the sound of his breathing seemed a little weird as well. A little higher in pitch. Sliding off the bed, he looked at his own behind... ...and found that it was alluringly large and jiggly. His upper thighs had also become larger as well to go with the increased mass in his butt. Stepping over to the mirror in his room to look at his face, he saw that it looked a little different from the way it did the previous day. It looked a bit more feminine, in fact. Glancing down at his own cock, he saw that it looked a bit smaller now. Less prominent. It was still there, however, despite its diminished appearance. He wondered if the remaining office suits that he had not worn yet would even fit him anymore, but he decided to go with the one that had the skirt, much as he had initially wanted to save that one for last. When he found that the skirt surprisingly accounted for the increased mass of his posterior, he felt both relieved and...suspicious...at the same time. Quietly asking his mother about the bus fare loan, Ruth...who was still half-asleep...wearily nodded before shifting back into a comfortable sleeping position. Fixing his hair into its ponytail, he once again headed out to catch the bus. Waiting for about five minutes, one finally came along and he stepped aboard. Sitting in a cross-legged fashion, his time on the bus was quiet... ...until Rita Noble stepped on as a passenger. Once her eyes fell upon Timmy, she moved right towards him. As always, her presence made Timmy nervous as she settled next to him, flashing her sweet smile as she kissed him on his smooth cheek. "Good morning, Tammy dear. I hope you got enough sleep last night," she cooed. Timmy rapidly nodded, still wary of whatever her intentions were. "Good morning, Madame..." She brought a hand to Timmy's hair, examining it a little. "...N-Noble..." Rita shifted Timmy's position until he was right behind the debutante. "This won't do anymore," Rita remarked as she had his ponytail undone. Pulling out a brush from her pocketbook, she began to work on Timmy's hair, gathering it up until she was able to create a tight bun, positioned right at the top of his head. She then had Timmy face her so she could begin decorating his face in feminine makeup. "You need to get yourself a makeup kit of your own, Tammy," Rita advised as she continued her work. "Seeing as how you can never go back to the way you were, after all." Timmy lowered his head as he nodded. "When I get paid, I guess." "Or I could buy a kit for you, and you could pay me back," Rita suggested, softly speaking in his ear. Timmy shrugged. "If you wanted to." Rita giggled amusedly at this. As the bus had pulled in on her stop, she rose up. "I'll see you tonight, Tammy. Don't forget," Lewdly and suggestively running the tip of her tongue across her upper lip, she made her way out of the bus. Timmy sighed aloud, feeling the makeup on his face, and feeling how tightly his hair had been wrapped upwards. He still found everything that had been happening to him hard to believe. He could hardly decide whether it was something he should be rejecting, or accepting. But according to Rita, it was to be a one-way trip. There would be no going back to being a boy anymore. He already had a very shapely and jiggly posterior which certainly reminded him of the bubbly butt he had in that first vivid dream he shared with Rita. Upon reaching his stop, Timmy walked to the door of the office home. He expected the door to be locked as it always had been, but to his surprise, the door was unlocked. Stepping in and turning on the lights, he saw that a note had been placed against the keyboard of his computer unit. Picking it up, he began reading... Hey there, sport! A personal matter has come up which requires me to be away from the office today, so YOU are in charge! I left a few more letters that need to be transposed to data. Take messages and if anyone wants to set up appointments with me, just use the planner program that's on your office computer. I also left the number of the restaurant we've been going to. Much to my surprise, they do takeout orders. I left you a $20 in your desk. Use that to pay for your lunch and don't worry. That won't come out of next week's pay. The key to the office that is also in your desk is yours. I'll be out for the whole day, sport, so I need you to lock up for me as well. I'm trusting you bigtime to hold the fort there, Timbo! Don't let me down! I SHOULD be back tomorrow, but there's a chance I won't be. I'll try to call you either way. Hope you're looking professional, sport! Have a great day! - Larry Timmy smiled as he got to the end of the letter, although this was an ominous position for him to be in under the circumstances. If Rita...or worse, Celeste...ever found out that he was on his own, the next couple of days could become a very serious challenge of his ability to "hold the fort". Powering up the computer and logging in, he took his first phone call of the day following the first ring. "Larry Hanel's office, may I...uh, may I help you?" The moment's hesitation came from the very sound of his own voice. It sounded much softer, and more feminine now. Fortunately, he was able to keep it sounding professional as he took down the first phone message of the day, making sure to put down the date and the time of the call as well. Much to Timmy's relief, the call was a follow-up on a mundane case Larry had addressed in the past. It was to his benefit that Timmy was able to absorb himself in the typing of the few letters that had been left for him to work on, as he could take his mind off of his concerns and be able to breeze through most of the day. Six letters had been left for him, and he was able to get through the first three before he stopped to call in his lunch order. An hour before his lunch break, someone knocked on the door in a very loud and angry manner, and Timmy heard some angry murmurings as he headed for the door. Opening it, he saw Maris and her husband...who Timmy remembered were the parents of the boy called Leon...arguing with each other. The husband was the first to divert to Timmy... ...but before he spoke, he got a good look at Timmy's appearance as the effeminate secretary began speaking. "May I help you?" "You? No," the husband curtly replied. "But I'd damn sure like to talk to your boss. Right now." "I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Hanel is not in the office," Timmy calmly replied. "He's out on urgent business." Maris tried to play peacemaker as she noticed her husband's sour expression in response to Timmy's words. "Sorry...Roger's been in a really bad mood since we saw what happened to our son." "Oh, SON? More like our DAUGHTER, Maris!" Roger shot back. He then turned back to Timmy. "I've got a suspicion that damn Mayoress had something to do with it! Lemme ask you something, 'Miss', seeing as how you're obviously developing the same problem our son has...did you ever take a meeting with Mayoress Stroud?" Timmy shook his head. "No. I haven't even met her. Did you want to schedule an appointment with Larry?" Roger sighed audibly in his irritation. "Do you know when he's coming back?" "I'm sorry, sir. He could be gone tomorrow as well as today," Timmy replied. "Emergency business." "Shit," Roger growled. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!" "Honey, please try to calm down," Maris pleaded. "There's no need to take this out on Larry's secretary!" Unfortunately, it seemed that Roger's anger was building, and the concern on Timmy's face began to show. He rubbed at his forehead before he glared upon the effeminate secretary once again, this time with an unsettlingly commanding tone. "Get Larry on the phone and tell him we have an emergency!" Maris once again attempted to intercede. "Roger, stop. Now you know she can't do that!" She then turned her head to Timmy. "If Larry does come back tomorrow, could you please have him call us?" "Of course, Maris," Timmy cordially replied. He then turned to Roger. "I apologize for the unfortunate circumstances, sir, but I don't even know where to reach him. He just left me a note this morning with little to no details at all. I wish I could help you further, sir, but...I can't. I'm sorry." Roger continued to huff and puff as his hands went to his head. He moaned out loudly as he made another attempt to ease down. After a deep breath, he looked a bit less agitated. But that did not stop him from venting his frustrations to Timmy as he stood there. "My son has tits and ass. I mean, they're huge. What kind of a place is this? Ever since that corporal punishment thing at Feetham's. I'm told this kind of thing tends to happen a lot to men in Bullchester these days. Why hasn't anyone made a case of it??" Timmy shrugged. "Beats me. I'm new in town myself. Just moved in last Saturday." "And you were a boy then, right?" Roger remarked. "Uh, I still am a boy, sir," Timmy replied, smiling meekly. "I mean...I still have..." He gestured to his crotch area. "...you know, that." "Uh-huh. You also have that." He gestured to Timmy's posterior. "Last time we were here, your ass didn't look as big as it does now." Timmy sighed, lowering his head. "Sir...with all respect, that's my cross to bear. I'd rather not be reminded of it." He raised his head back up. "I can still do my job. Now, did you want to schedule an appointment, or did you want me to tell Larry you came by?" Maris now took over the uneasy situation, flashing a smile as she placed a hand on Timmy's chest, patting it. "That would be fine, dear. Just let Larry know we came by." She then pulled Roger away from the door to the home office and the two made their way to their parked car on the other side of the street. But Timmy lingered as a hand went to his chest. When Maris patted upon one of the nipples of his flat breasts, there was a minor, but unavoidably stimulating reaction coming from it. Stepping back inside the office as the car pulled away, and closing the door behind him, the fingers of his hand began gently tweaking at the nipple in an experimental fashion. The sensation that he received in response was a little more noticeable now as he let out a gasp. The sound of the phone ringing brought him out of the moment, and he rushed back to the desk to answer the phone. Yet another message for Larry, which he was able to jot down. At about 12:05 pm, there was another knock on the door as Timmy examined his own hands, which looked a little more delicate in appearance. He rose up and swayed back over to the front door, already smelling the meat of the burger he had ordered... ...but when he opened the door, it was not the delivery boy they had said would head out to give Timmy his meal. It was a large-breasted blonde. Timmy knew that those who worked at the restaurant...even the delivery boys...wore black shirts with the restaurant's name on the right breast. This woman wore no such shirt. She was instead wearing a tight, bright red low-cut one-piece dress with a sinfully short skirt area. The sleeves were elbow-length. She held up Timmy's food order with a smirk. "This is gonna fatten you up, you know," the woman began, still frowning. "You should start ordering salads." Timmy frowned back in confusion. "Do yoooou...work for the restaurant?" "No," the woman replied, a touch of disgust in her voice. "I've got a better job than some dumble-fuck delivery boy, thank you." "But...this does come from the restaurant?" Timmy asked. "Payment slip's got your name on it, kid," the woman responded. "You are Timmy Portnoy, aren't you?" "Yes, but..." The woman then stepped right into the office, gently shoving Timmy to the side as she interjected. "Then there's no mistake, is there?" Clacking into the office on high-heeled shoes, the woman moved to Timmy's desk and placed the bag of food on a bare spot as Timmy closed the door, warily, behind him. As Timmy closed the door, Iris quickly pulled a small spray bottle out of the bag. The large-breasted, shapely stranger then spun to face the effeminate boy, keeping her hands...and the spray bottle...behind her. "I took your meal off the hands of the guy who was on his way over to get this to you, slut." She then began to approach Timmy with slow steps. "The way he was staring at me, the little horndog was practically undressing me with his eyes...and judging by the bulge between his legs? He must have had a biiiig dick." "Who the hell are you?" Timmy was finally able to blurt out the obvious question on his mind. The woman giggled. "Relax, bitch. Rita sent me. My name's Iris. Iris Fielding. I'm your, uh, lunch-buddy today." As Iris spoke, she pushed the sides of her breasts together with her forearms suggestively, deepening the visible cleavage. She then stepped closer to the very nervous-looking Timmy. "And if you and I can find that delivery boy, maybe we can make him our fuck-buddy," she lasciviously whispered, running her tongue slowly over her top lip. "M..Miss Fielding..." Timmy was feeling a little more nervous now that Iris was inches away from him. "...honestly, I...I appreciate your offer and I...I do thank you for the delivery, but..." "Relax, slut. I know you only get an hour for lunch," Iris interjected, one hand rubbing at one of his breasts, which once again sent a pleasurable feeling through Timmy's body. As she spoke, she conveniently slipped the spray bottle into one of the pockets of the effeminate boy's suit jacket, making sure he did not notice. "I'll be back out of here when the hour is up. I promise." Her other hand began to rub at the other breast now, and Timmy couldn't help but pant heavily now as Iris pressed against him. "But until then, it's just you...and me...and all the wonderful things that are gonna happen while I'm here." Timmy, however, managed to grab the woman's wrists with tight grips as she rubbed his nipples. "Iris...if I wanted to have fun, I'll wait until after work. My burger is getting cold and if you don't mind, I'd like to eat now." As Timmy spoke his words with a firm voice, Iris's eyes widened, and her head tilted to the side. She looked a little more amazed than shocked. "Oooooh. you've got a nice little spark there!" she now flashed an amused grin as she slowly backed off, another devious little idea forming in her head. "I like that. Okay...you go ahead and eat while I give you a little..." She ran a finger down between the valleys of her cleavage to tug suggestively at the edge of the v-neck. "...eye candy." Timmy stepped over behind his desk and began opening the bag concealing his meal as he spoke. He tried not to look at her. "Fine. Just...don't make a mess." Iris giggled once again. "I'll try not to get any cum on your nice, clean carpet, Miss Porntoy. If I do, I'll vacuum it myself, like a good little girl." Sarcasm was clearly evident in the curvy woman's words as she spoke. Fortunately, the burger was not too cold as he dressed it with the ketchup packet he opened. As he did so, Iris began dancing in front of him, moving as erotically as she could while maintaining her lascivious grin. As much as Timmy had tried to avoid looking at Iris, there were times he could not help but glance up at her as she moved...and as she softly moaned...during her routine. On one of his glances, he caught her rubbing generously at her own large breasts as she writhed where she stood, keeping her eyes on Timmy as she danced. Pulling hairpins out of her hair, she let her long, silvery white hair cascade down around her face as she moved a little closer to the desk with slow, alluring steps. "What's your ffffaaa-vorite part of a woman's body, slut?" she then asked. As Timmy continued eating, obviously trying to ignore the question, Iris lowered herself until she was able to literally place her large boobs upon the edge of the desk, pulling aside the clothing to expose their roundness, and their fat nipples. "It's these, isn't it? My big, fat, ssssuckable tits?" And indeed, Timmy's gaze was forced to divert to the large mammaries that were now on the edge of his desk. He then angled his head away from them, despite the stirring of his shrunken cock between his legs. Iris, however, grinned. Bullseye. She thought to herself. I've got you right where I want you, slut. She slowly stepped over behind him and placed her arms around him as he continued to eat. Iris then brought her lips next to his ear to speak right into it. "I bet you can't wait to get big tits of your own. You've already got a nice..." She licked at his ear. "...big..." Another lick. "...fat..." A hand went to Timmy's posterior to rub it, and give it a squeeze. "...fuck-butt." Timmy managed to finish his burger, swallowing down the last of it as Iris spoke into his ear. "Iris, please..." The effeminate boy whimpered. "...I'm a ssse...secretary...!" "You're gonna looooove feeling a man's dick in you, slut," Iris relentlessly cooed into his ear. "Pushing in...pulling out... innnn... oooout...innnn...oooout..." Timmy began to pant heavily, closing his eyes. His body began to quiver fearfully. He was totally frightened over the possibility that whatever Iris was trying to provoke, it would make a complete mess of the office and he would lose any chance at a future as Larry's hired help. He didn't even get his first paycheck. Knowing that he was done eating, Iris maneuvered herself to sit right in his lap, straddling him in his seat. She then brought her lips inches from Timmy's own, holding both sides of his head. "All done with your fatty burger, slut? You need a drink to wash it down." Iris then brought a breast nipple in front of his lips. "Kiss it," she remarked, smiling lasciviously. Caught between hesitation and the urge to do exactly as he was told, he just stared at the fat nipple in front of his eyes. "B-but I...I'm wearing li...MMPH!!" Iris pulled Timmy's face right into her breast, pressing his lips against the nipple until, left with no other choice, he allowed the erect nipple to slip between his lips. Iris quickly pulled the spray bottle back out of the jacket pocket. Time for a more...open mind, Miss Porntoy. "Mmmm, that's it," Iris cooed, slipping a hand behind his head to keep him from pulling his head away. "Now suck on it. Drink your milk, slut." "Mmm...mmph...!" Timmy was clearly resisting the urge to do anything, even with Iris's nipple in his mouth. Smirking, the hiss of a perfume mist sprayed thickly along the upper portion of the curvy woman's mammaries...and, by extension, Timmy's nose...made Larry's reluctant secretary a little less tense. His eyes became half-lidded as he lapsed into a more suggestive mode. "Ssssssuck on my tits, slut," Iris seductively whispered. "Drink your milk." After a moment, Timmy let out a soft moan, and then began sucking upon the nipple in his mouth. Iris grinned in her satisfaction, feeling the pleasure run through her own body over what Timmy was doing. "Yeeeessss....good giiiiirl..." Iris hissed. "...ssssuuuuck.... breasssssst....ssssuuuuuck...breasssssst..." She continued to whisper these words in Timmy's ear as he continued his attempt to coax milk from his wildly sexy visitor's large breast. He sucked very deeply as Iris continued to rub at the back of his head. Iris angled her head to the side to glance at the time. There was only 15 minutes left before Timmy had to get back to work. Five minutes later, Timmy was able to coax a bit of the woman's breast milk from the nipple. He moaned as his sucking became sharper, and Iris began to moan softly. "Yeeeeesss...you dirty little slut..." She knew his mind was still open to suggestion. She hissed the words passionately as she breathed heavily. "...you loooove being a sssssexy, dirty ssssslut...so dirrrrty...want to ssssuck... sssssuck...sssssuck..." Iris kept repeating the word over and over again as she continued to hold his head against her breast, panting loudly... ...but five minutes before 1 pm, Iris pulled Timmy's head away from her breast. A bit of milk spilled from his mouth as his sweaty head looked exhaustedly up at her, panting heavily. The grin on the woman's face looked quite wicked as she stared back at him. "Your lunch break is over, little bitch. Time to get back to work." The look on Timmy's face was entirely lustful as he stared back up at Iris. "Sss...sssuuuck...." he whispered. Iris giggled at this. "You want more, don't you, slut?" She jiggled her breasts in front of Timmy's panting face. "You want more of my sssswwweeeeet booby milk. Tell me. Tell me you want more, slut." "Y...yess..." His eyes remained half-lidded as he looked up to Iris with a yearning expression. "I...I want more..." "Why?" Iris asked. "I thought you were a secretary. But you're not really a secretary, are you, Tammy Porntoy?" she pulled his face towards her, looking down at his lazy gaze. His chin was now right between her breasts as he craned his head up. "What are you, Tammy? Tell me. What are you? Tell me right now." "Sssss...sexyyyy...." Timmy could hardly think straight as he answered. "...d-dirrty sss...secretary..." "You're a slut, bitch." Iris frowned down at him as she rose up, keeping her spiteful expression upon his sweaty face. "A sexy, dirty slut. And when you start working for Rita, you're gonna love being just that," Pulling the breast portion of her tight outfit back up over her nipples, she stepped away from the chair and began to head for the front door. Timmy quickly rose up from his seat, holding a hand out towards Iris. "W-wait! Where...where are you going?" Iris turned her head back towards the effeminate boy, a smirk on her face. "Lunchtime is over, slut. Get back to work. And make yourself look a little more presentable. You look like shit." Without another word, Iris disappeared behind the front door to the office, leaving Timmy looking...and feeling...despondent. His tummy actually murmured from a want for more of the curvy woman's breast milk. His despondency was cut short by a ringing of the office phone. He managed to sound capably professional as he took down another message from a client. Once he finished preparing the message, he went to the bathroom to fix his hair up a little, and make himself look a bit less sweaty. He also fixed areas on his face where the makeup seemed to run a bit from his perspiration. Once again, his tummy grumbled with a yearning. His only saving grace was in the fact that he would be done in a couple of hours, and he could once again visit Rita at Cincher's. Perhaps she could provide him with some of her own breast milk. * * * Maggie found it entirely amusing that the Mayoress would go so far as to literally screech a car to a halt right in front of her, startling a bunch of Bullchester residents around the area. She found it even more amusing that two tough-looking women had burst out of the car hoping to seize her, only to find themselves subject to bone-crunching knee strikes and solid blows from Maggie's fists and elbows. The driver was next, although this one was a man. But he didn't last. Within six well-placed strikes, the driver was howling in agony, holding his family jewels after Maggie's devastating front kick impacted them with violent precision. Maggie then went right into the driver's seat of the car, shut the door, engaged the door locks, and turned around to face the back seat, and as she expected, a furious Julia Stroud was indeed back there. She did not, however, make any moves. As much as she made an effort to keep from looking intimidated, it was not entirely convincing. Maggie grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Sooo...got any toys I should know about? Guns? Syringes? More bad coffee?" "Eat shit, Katzhoff," Julia shot back. "Someday, you're not gonna be so lucky in avoiding me." Maggie giggled in amusement at this. "Keep trying. I could use the exercise, Miss Estrogenizer." "What the fuck did you do to my secretary??" Julia angrily asked. "There can only be one explanation for her being so...so assertive all of a sudden!" Maggie shrugged in her continued amusement. "Movies about female empowerment?" "Don't be a wise-ass," Julia growled. "What the hell is your game?? I thought the only thing you wanted was that new kid Rita has her eyes on. Why are you fucking with me??" Maggie tilted her head to the side before replying. "Might have something to do with you wanting me to be your dog, but hey...that was a nice little learning experience for you, right? If it wasn't for that sweet little adventure, you wouldn't know that your femmy- mindfuck juice can't do jack shit to me, and neither can your hock- tooey perfume." Julia closed her eyes, sighing loudly. She remained silent for a moment before re-opening her eyes, revealing a touch of regret. Her voice was a little calmer now as she spoke. "Alright, fine. I'm sorry. I apologize for the dog thing. Bad judgment on my part." Maggie snorted in amusement at this. "Duh. So do I leap on you and strip you naked so I can be sure you don't have anything on you?" Julia frowned. "Why do you ask?" "I feel like driving for a little bit," Maggie replied, still grinning. "Show you how reckless I can be when I'm at the wheel." Julia rolled her eyes. "I don't have anything on me. No syringes, no guns, nothing." "Good!" Maggie shot back. "Even if you're lying, it won't matter. You're just gonna fuck yourself over if you mess with me." Maggie kept her eyes on the rear view mirror as she clicked in the driver side seatbelt and brought her right hand to the stick shift. She then screeched the car to life, keeping the pedal down low enough to send the car speeding along the Bullchester roads fast enough to push Julia against the backseat. And yet, Maggie maintained full control of the vehicle. Cars were avoided, and no one was in Maggie's way as she continued to speed along the city's lanes. "So I'd be willing to accept your apology if you refrain from trying anything stupid with me this Saturday when I show up at that party," Maggie mused, keeping her eyes on the road, while glancing at the rear view mirror at the same time. "Maggie, whatever shit is going on between you, Rita, and that new kid is none of my business," Julia responded. "I just have people in my social circles wondering how dangerous you really are to me and my city. One of them seems to think you're some kind of secret agent, in fact." "Really? Someone thinks I'm Jane Bond? Wow! I am so fucking flattered!" Maggie pulled a hard right turn, which sent Julia sliding against the closed passenger door. "Well, you tell whoever it is who made that very amusing observation that I tend to look at myself in a more...biblical manner." "I know," Julia responded. "According to Jemima, you're the devil." "'She-bitch of Bullchester' has a nice ring to it, too," Maggie mused, turning into a street path which winded through the city's park. She then reduced the car's speed to a more casual drift. "Now I'd like to think you're not just another thrall...just another attack dog, even...for Celeste, but aside from what's going on with Timmy, you'd be well-advised to keep whatever world-domination plans any of you might have within the borders of this city. Even if it means stepping on Celeste's toes, or even Agatha's. Bring my name up at all, and our next meeting...I shit you not...will be your last." Julia smirked at this. "Determined defender of manhood, eh?" "That's the irony, Julie-boolie. I don't like male sexist pigs anymore than you do," Maggie replied. "But for Rita Noble to go after someone like Timmy just because he's the son of a guy who mistreats women doesn't constitute an act of justifiable revenge to me. Especially if Timmy was raised otherwise." Julia nodded. "I can talk to Rita about that, if you like." Maggie shrugged. "You wanna shoot yourself in the foot? Up to you. No matter what you do, they're all gonna go behind your back anyway. You're just a pawn, Julia. A tool. A poster girl for your Cresswell overladies. Don't think I don't know this. I can't help but wonder if you take any pride at all in being something other than a sound, responsible, and civic Mayoress." Julia went quiet, lowering her head as she silently fumed over the words she was hearing. If her eyes could burn a hole through the leather seat in front of her, the hole would be very deep. But Maggie wanted to add another layer to her condemnation. "Success can go to their heads, Julia. Just about every male that's tried to butt heads with them has gone soft, so to speak. Not that I have a problem with that, of course, but that kind of success can breed extremism. They'll start going after anyone...and I do mean anyone...who commits the apparent crime of being born with a penis." Julia now felt compelled to challenge this. "And what kind of solution would you suggest?" "Raising males responsibly, for one thing," Maggie calmly fired back. "What the fuck do you think they do at Feethams??" Julia then irritably asked. "Good question. Maybe you should ask that question to people like, oh, Paul Menwith...or Peter Lefevre...or Darren Gable...or maybe even Aaron Jacobs?" Maggie countered. "Assuming those exact names are in your files anymore to begin with? I'm sure they would agree that anything remotely resembling education in Bullchester is just an inroad to whatever global matriarchy bitches like Celeste wants to create in the long run, and anything as extreme as that, no matter what scientific advances they make through that fertility clinic, is never gonna give them whatever perfect world they obviously want." Once again, Julia was struck silent. All she could do was to continue glaring at Maggie as she directed the car back out of the park. "You can pout and moan to the contrary all you want to, Julia," Maggie added as she drove. "There's only so far that they could possibly go with their female-dominance bullshit. That's all there is to it. Someone's gotta slap them back to reality, and have 'em count their blessings over what they already have." "And that's why you're here, then?" Julia then asked, noticing that Maggie was bringing the car through the city on a path heading towards the office of the Mayoress. "You're the reality check?" "I already told you who I am, Little Miss Synthetic Hard-On." Maggie parked the car in the VIP lot behind the building. After releasing herself from the seatbelt, she then turned her head to face Julia, once again grinning like a Cheshire cat as her eyes locked onto the Mayoress through the front bangs of her black hair. "I'm the devil." Before Julia could say anything more, Maggie quickly opened the driver-side door and hurried out of the car. She then casually walked away from it. Julia remained in the car, silently contemplating all she had been told. Her sole regret was that she never got to ask Maggie about whether or not she had introduced any kind of genetic change in her secretary. This left her with the only real option she had initially considered. And that was to give her secretary another cup of her semen-infused coffee. Although there was a part of Julia that wondered just how much more interesting the lives of Xavier and Jemima would be if she didn't re- soften her secretary at all. After that long and quiet moment of contemplation, Julia emerged from the car and made her way back to the building. One aspect of Maggie's words remained on her mind, and those words in particular maintained their sting as they mercilessly repeated in her head. You're just a pawn, Julia. A tool. * * * Timmy was in a rut of worry as he stepped off of the bus stop close to Cincher's. Larry had never called with any kind of an update on his situation. He was now unsure if he would see his boss the following day. His tummy, however, was grumbling, and he knew why. Such was the justification for his hurried steps as he approached Cincher's. Club owner Maggie flashed her usual smile as she handed off a plastic bag. "Compliments of Madame Noble, dear. Put this on. She wants you to remove your bra and panties before you slip on the dress, as well." Into the bathroom Timmy went, and off came the bra and panties. Fully naked, he opened the bag and pulled out yet another stretchy one-piece dress, this one made of lycra. It was the design on the lycra, however, that made the effeminate boy's eyes widen. It was white, with large black blotches all over it. Very similar to the hide of a Holstein cow. Once again, his stomach murmured needfully. Removing his office outfit, he slipped the dress on over his smooth, hairless body. Timmy also found a pair of high-heeled shoes to go with it. The bulge between his legs, unlike the other nights since he started going to the club, was not very prominent this time, and hardly noticeable. If it were about a few inches smaller, it would practically be a nub between his upper thighs, which were just as prominent as his ass by now. As Rita had not arrived yet, Timmy lowered to his knees upon ascending the stairs to the VIP Lounge. He ignored the grumbling from his gut as he waited. When a smiling Rita finally came up the stairs, she was not alone. Ascending alongside her was Celeste, who smiled wickedly when her eyes fell on Timmy. "And I thought he was to be your personal rodent," Celeste mused as they drew closer to the kneeling boy. "Oh, don't worry. That's still the plan," Rita replied. "Tonight, however, he'll be my hungry little calf." The wicked smile remained on Celeste's face as she bent down to grasp Timmy, her fingers firmly pressing at both cheeks as she angled his head up. "Don't get any ideas, slut. Rita may be giving it to you tonight, but it won't be long before you will be giving yours to us...and believe me, your huge tits are going to be giving us a lot of milk." "Now, now, Celeste...please ease up a little on my sweet little toy," Rita cooed. "He's still in development, after all. Don't you want to savor the feel of your own breasts being suckled?" Celeste snorted in derision as she settled into a booth seat. "I'd rather have this little bitch tending to my feet." Rita stepped right up to her large-bottomed subject and gestured for Timmy to rise... ...and when he did, Rita grabbed his head and planted her plump lips right upon his own, kissing him with erotic fervor as she held him tightly, her tongue running around Timmy's passionately. Her lips then went to Timmy's soft neck, running her tongue up to his ear. She then licked into it, and began breathing lustfully as she softly spoke. "I can't wait to rub my big, fat tits against your own enormous breasts, my hungry little whore." Timmy panted heavily, lost in the throes of wild passion, as Celeste stepped up behind him and jabbed two Tear Ducts into his chest, one at each breast, and squeezed the contents of both DNA-matched liquids into his bloodstream. It would not be long before the chemical reaction would begin to ferment the growth process. Celeste, however, made certain that the growth of his milk-heavy mammaries would be gradual. Timmy gasped upon feeling the stings of the small needle jabs, but Rita kept speaking into his ear. "Shhhh. Relax. They won't even hurt your back when you move," Rita explained, worming her tongue into his ear once again before continuing. "Such is Celeste's scientific genius, dear. Don't take her bullying too personally," she paused again to nibble at his earlobe. "I think, in time, she may grow to like the hot, cum-hungry slut you're going to become." Celeste smirked as she returned to her seat. "I kinda doubt it, Rita." The debutante's display of wanton lust upon Timmy was beginning to hard-wire the synapses of the effeminate boy, giving him more of a yearning for sexual behavior. The one-way bridge between the innocent, employment-conscious boy he had been, and the wildly erotic female slut Rita wanted him to be had formed, and he was almost on the other side of it. Guiding him to a booth seat a short distance from Celeste, they both settled into a seat, and Rita exposed one of her large breasts, pulling down the lycra that concealed it. "Time to drink your fill, little cow." Timmy quickly latched his mouth onto the offered nipple, and began sucking upon it hungrily as Rita loosened his tight hair bun and let his long hair loosely cascade down around his head. After about a minute of suckling, Timmy felt the milk flow forth from Rita's nipple, and he began to drink, moaning in his satisfaction as Rita rubbed a hand over the effeminate boy's head of hair. "Good girl," Rita whispered. "Drink, slut. Drink deeeeeply." As Timmy continued sucking on Rita's breast, and drawing forth the milk he swallowed down, both of Rita's hands went to the effeminate boy's small, but erect nipples, and she began to rub at them as he drank. The minutes he spent sucking upon Rita's breasts seemed to last forever as he continued to savor the curvy debutante's breast milk, eventually switching between her large mammaries to suck on the other one. One of Rita's hands continued to rub lovingly at a nipple while the other returned to Timmy's hair, rubbing and caressing at it as the effeminate boy continued to drink. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'YOU CAN'T'??" They both heard Celeste yell into the receiver of her cell phone. "JUST YOU REMEMBER WHO PUT YOU WHERE YOU ARE NOW, JULIA!! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THAT KIND OF RESISTANCE FROM YOU! I CAN RUIN YOU JUST AS EASILY AS I MADE YOU, BITCH!!" Celeste rose as she roared, going back down the stairs to the main level, presumably to continue her fiery conversation outside of the club. Timmy seemed to pause in his suckling, but Rita was quick to softly explain. "Never you mind that, sweetie. We were going to introduce you to the Mayoress tonight, but apparently, something came up. Perhaps tomorrow night, but most certainly Saturday," Rita pulled Timmy's mouth off of her nipple, staring into his eyes as she continued speaking, her chin cradled in her hands. "Just about every kind of important person you can think of in Bullchester is going to be there. Florian and his makeup staff are going to have a very, very busy day on their hands in the hours before the party. I understand one of them is booked to get your mom ready for the party, too, while Florian himself exclusively works on you. Everyone's going to be soooo jealous when we tell them who made you look so convincing as my sweet little mouse." Timmy had a dreamy look on his face as a bit of milk gradually ran down the left edge of his lips, and his eyes were half-lidded in his euphoria. He felt more than completely satisfied in drinking his fill. He felt wonderful. Heavenly. His chest in particular felt comfortably warm as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Tend to my feet now, slut," Rita then remarked, and he was once again quite eager to comply, shifting his attention to removing her shoes, rolling off the sheer stockings, and then smelling the debutante's worn feet as he began to rub her left foot, kneeling right in front of her. Rita herself made phone calls and went over stock figures she had with her as Timmy continued his massage work. Once Timmy was done tending to both of Rita's feet, the curvy debutante once again had her subject rise to his feet, gesturing with one hand while holding something behind her with the other. She then had Timmy turn around, facing away from her. Rita then covered the effeminate boy's eyesight completely using an eyemask with no holes. Tying it firmly behind his head, Rita then cooed into his ear. "You've earned yourself a big surprise tonight, dear, but I don't want you to see it." A moment of silence followed as Rita stepped over to procure yet another item she had brought with her. Timmy heard the flicking of a switch, followed by a distinct humming noise. Rita's voice then returned to his ear. "I want you to feel it." Timmy then felt the skirt area of his dress get pulled up. A metallic, perpetually vibrating object was then placed between his large buttcheeks, justifying the humming noise he had heard. The object then went a little further into his butt, towards the orifice. The vibrations felt quite pleasant to him as he stood still, his eyesight lost to the lingering darkness of the mask. It was when the rounded tip of this object began to vibrate around the edges of Timmy's orifice that the effeminate boy began to gasp with sharp, pleasurable sensations running through his hairless body. He arched his head back, mouth agape as he continued to gasp. The feelings got much more intense as the penetration deepened a little more. Rita was rubbing the vibrator slowly around the edges of his orifice now, and Timmy quaked where he stood, panting with the relentless pleasure assaulting his senses. His knees began to bend. It became a challenge for him to stand straight up as Rita kept the vibrator positioned at his posterior, keeping its movements around the orifice slow. She then began to push it in. Timmy's eyes widened, feeling the vibrations running through his effeminate body, and he began to lower to the carpeted floor as he panted. Rita descended down alongside him, still holding the vibrator and making sure it did not slip out of his orifice. Reduced to his hands and knees on the ground, the relentless vibrations dropped Timmy to one side, his eyes passionately closed as his senses were overwhelmed by what he was feeling. He wanted this ecstacy to last forever. He felt less like a human being in that moment and more like a creature. An animal. A beast hungry for sexual pleasure. Time, however, rudely interrupted Timmy's paralyzing euphoria as the vibrator was removed from his orifice. He then heard a click which ended the humming, and the blindfold was removed. Rita pulled Timmy to his feet. "You have work tomorrow, slut. It's time to go back..." Timmy collapsed onto Rita, who held him up, wrapping her arms around him as he panted in his utter exhaustion. Rita, smiling deviously, whispered into his ear. "...my, my, my. You really are out of it, aren't you? Perhaps I should take you home with me again, hmm?" She then cradled his head in her hands, looking into his half-lidded eyes as he smiled deliriously back up at her with a slack-jawed mouth. "But that would make you less of a dutiful secretary and more of the wanton little whore I want you to be, wouldn't it?" "I-Iiiiii..." Timmy cooed, his voice shaky from the vibrations. "...Iiiiiii..." Rita giggled. "One more day, dear. One more day of work, and you're going to have the most wonderful Halloween you've ever had. Next week, we can get you away from that nasty attorney, and you can spend the rest of your life with me. Would you like that, slut?" Timmy nodded slowly, his smile lingering. "Uuuuhhh...uh-huuuhhhh...." Rita took a moment to fix Timmy's hair into a bimbo-like topknot as Maggie spoke behind the curvy debutante. "I think you might want to drive him home, Rita. The way he is now, I doubt he'll be able to even walk." "Mmmm. I suppose you're right," Rita replied. She briefly stepped away from Timmy to grab her things. She then guided Timmy down the stairs and out of the club towards her sports car. After placing him in the back seat, however, she pulled out the vibrator, turned it on, and slowly re-inserted it back into his orifice. As he laid against the width of the back seat, Rita took Timmy's right hand by the wrist and placed it against the end of the vibrator. "Push and pull it in and out now, slut. Slowly." As Timmy panted, he complied, beginning a slow pumping action using the vibrator. He began to writhe pleasurably as he continued doing so. "There you go. Good girl." Still smiling, Rita shut the back door and went for the driver's seat. Turning on the hypnotically sweet melodies, the curvy debutante roared the car to life and rolled out to begin her journey to Timmy's home. As much as Rita was anxious to finally claim her trophy, she knew it was still too early. Ruth, after all, needed to develop a little more. Once the car settled by the empty curb in front of the house, Rita angled her head to the back seat. She could still hear the vibrator going, and during the trip, she could hear Timmy moaning and panting. But by the time they arrived in front of Timmy's home, the effeminate boy had passed out. Rita shook her head amusedly as she emerged from the driver's side to open the passenger door. She tried to rouse Timmy, but all she could hear was a slight bit of moaning in response. Forced to carry Timmy to the front door of the house, Rita saw a note taped to the door... Timmy - I will be out all night, dear. Leftovers are in the fridge. I may have some really good news for the both of us in the morning! The key is in the usual place. - Mom Rita arched an eyebrow. As with most Cresswell-based initiatives, the debutante knew why Ruth was not at home. She was asked out on a date with a male suitor who had been brought in to assist in solidifying whatever plans Celeste had for her cousin. This man would eventually woo Ruth to the point where he would propose to her, and since Ruth was being conditioned to view this man as her ideal mate, she would agree, marry, and perhaps even forget that her son ever existed. This would, of course, leave Rita to claim Timmy as her own. Rita also, quite conveniently, had a copy of the house key, so she was able to open the door once she temporarily laid her prize on the ground, and then pick him back up so she could rest him across the couch. As the injections had decreased his body mass, it was not very difficult for Rita to hold his weight, despite being visibly bottom- heavy. The entire time, the satisfied smile remained on Rita's lips as she saw Timmy's effeminate body curl into a more comfortable position. It had also occurred to her, at that moment, that the vibrator had dropped out of his orifice as Rita carried him to the door. Stepping outside, momentarily, to retrieve it, she brought it back in, turning it off, and left it on the coffee table near the couch. Taking a closer look at her subject's chest, she could notice two small bumps where his nipples were. It was clear that the growth process had begun, and she was sure that there would be two small, but growing bumps on Timmy's chest by the time he was to wake up. The last thing she did before leaving was to bring Timmy's alarm clock down to the living room from his own bedroom. With a parting kiss to the unconscious boy's forehead, she left the house, locking the door behind her. The interior of the house remained dark and silent as Timmy continued to sleep once Rita's car pulled away. She wondered what kind of dream he would have tonight... * * * Dear Mr. Prude - This job is boring. I'm quitting. Byeeeeeee! *Mwah* - Tammy Short, but sweet, or so Tammy had thought as she printed the message out. Larry still had not returned from his time away from the office, so it was not as if she would be missed much. She figured he was away gambling, or playing golf, or some other thing that conveniently kept his new secretary busy while he enjoyed a leisurely and advantageous escape. She didn't care much for whatever consequences this move might bring him, as she was certain that whatever job was waiting for her in working for Rita would bring him far more sex that she had ever dreamed. Oh...and money, too. She thought to herself, giggling at the reason for her initial desperation in getting the job with Larry while she was still just another horrible boy. Now, however, Tammy was just as shapely and just as sexy as Rita. Particularly with her huge breasts, which enticingly bounced and jiggled in front of her as she moved. The cowprint bodysuit she wore was tight against every inch of her smooth skin, and her teased platinum blond hair framed her makeup-heavy face fetchingly. Dabbing a fresh coat of cherry red lipstick onto her lips, Tammy clacked her way down the steps of Larry's office home for the last time as a car waited for her. As she was now Rita's slut, it was naturally a limousine. Naturally, a physically imposing, yet very handsome-looking european man with a platinum blond mullet of his own stepped out as Tammy neared the limo. Flashing smiles to each other, they kissed each other on the lips in one long, lingering moment. "You finish vith him, ja?" He asked. Tammy nodded. "Moo." "Vunderbar," The man replied, stepping to one side to allow Tammy to enter. Once the shapely blonde had settled into a seat, the car door was pulled shut and once again, the Nordic man's lips connected with Tammy's own plump, red-painted lips. Instinctively, Tammy slipped one arm out of the stretchy bodysuit and exposed a single fat breast as she grinned lasciviously. Licking his lips hungrily, the Nordic man brought them close to the fat nipple... * * * ...and that was when the sound of the alarm ringing broke Timmy out of yet another vivid dream. Sitting up in the couch, he remained where he sat as his eyes fell upon the vibrator on the table in front of him. His gaze lingered on it for a long moment. Next to it was the message his mother had written for him. Quickly going to his mother's bedroom, he confirmed that Ruth had not returned. He also confirmed, at that moment, the presence of two small lumps on his chest. His effeminate hands gave them a squeeze, and then he pulled up the cow-print dress to expose them. They were, indeed, real. The scent he was giving off...that of a body in need of a shower...was real as well, and he was quick to head into the waiting stall. He hoped, for all he had to do to get ready, that he would not be too late to get to work. But in no way was he even remotely considering typing any kind of notice that he was quitting his job. Because for everything that had been assaulting his senses over the past couple of nights, he still had some fight left in him. He was still Timmy Portnoy. Or was he? The soft facial image staring back at him in the mirror this morning upon stepping out of the shower was unmistakably female. The smooth skin on his moist, hairless, naked body looked almost milky white in its delicate complexion compared to the previous mornings. His femininity came out even more once he had his makeup applied. Timmy tried fixing his hair in a more attractive and erotic manner before putting on the last of the suits his mom had purchased for him. Slipping his stocking-covered feet back into his loafers, he headed for the bus stop, swaying his hips as he moved. He was ready to once again be Larry Hanel's personal slut. VI: Thank God(dess) It's Friday Sylvan Illusions was one of the latest acquisitions for Loris International. Starting out as a small business in Scandinavia, the incredible natural talents of its handsome Nordic founder and figurehead, Florian Buchholz, made him and his small army of assistants choice finds in the fields of cosmetic makeup and makeup effects. Florian rarely presented himself as a normal human since he made the decision for his business to "go public". Owing to his penchant to present himself theatrically in promoting his trade, his propensity in making appearances to not only the public, but his clients, was to design his long, platinum blond hair in accordance with his equally- maintained pale skin, show off a pair of blue sclera contact lenses which gave his eyes a dazzlingly inhuman appearance, and maintain a pair of long and very authentic-looking elven ears to the point where it seemed like he was literally born with them. The ears pointed straight up, and extended the length of his ears by about six inches towards the top of his head. He also costumed himself appropriately, of course, when going out on commissioned jobs. Logically, he and his team were quite busy during the Halloween season, and the forthcoming event at Cincher's in Bullchester was no different. His entire team had been called down for this one, as they wanted to show off their best makeup work through this party. The plan was for Florian and his team to begin their jobs as early as possible on Saturday. They would scatter all over Bullchester and visit the homes of those who were a part of the long list Rita Noble had faxed to them. Florian, of course, had one "special" client, and while he was being paid quite handsomely to turn said client into a mouse through a combination of foam latex appliances and conventional face makeup, there was to be a unique bonus to go with that "special" job, and one Rita had promised more money for him to be able to carry out. Florian made a lot of phone calls on this particular morning, and he had a few more to make beyond that, including one to Rita to finalize timeframes for his team. He was so busy since waking up that he had never even begun to apply his own makeup and become his "business elf". As he began mixing together the compounds to create the foam latex mixtures for his ear appliances, there was a knock on his hotel room door... ...and when Florian opened it, a raven-haired woman with an athletic build grinned fetchingly at him, her eyes locking on his through the long bangs of her fetchingly-teased hair. "Guten Tag, Herr Buchholz." Maggie Katzhoff kept speaking in the German tongue she was fluent in. "We have to talk." "Bad timing," Florian coldly countered, also speaking german. "It must wait." "Bad news," Maggie shoved him to one side as she made her way into the large hotel room. "I am not taking 'no' for an answer." Florian's attempt to grab Maggie also proved painfully futile, as his visitor wrenched Florian's arm behind his back and pushed him right against a wall. "See what I mean?" Maggie grinned as she continued to press against him, keeping pressure on the arm she had behind him as Florian groaned in pain. "Please...don't break me!" Florian whimpered. "This is my livelihood! What do you want??" "Mmmm. Without your arms and your hands, you can't do your makeup thing, can you?" Maggie mused. "What's this I hear about you and your team spreading your work around tomorrow?" "H-Halloween party tomorrow," Florian replied. "Cinchers." Maggie pulled the arm up a bit, sending another shot of pain to the man she held. He cried out not only in agony, but in fear as well. "That's ridiculously obvious, Florian. Who are you working on?" "A girl," Florian whined. "Tam...Tammy. Her name is Tammy. And one other girl. Candy." "And Rita Noble is paying your bills, right?" Florian nodded his head, his face still grimacing from the lingering pain. "Well, you won't be losing money...or your arms...if you, uh, ditched Candy and worked on me instead," Maggie alluringly cooed into the Nordic man's ear. "I want to bring out my inner tigress for that party, and I only want the best hands working on me." "I can't do shit if you break my arms!" Florian whined. "Oh, don't be such a wimp. I haven't broken anything," Maggie responded. "Yet." "OK! OK! I do it!" Florian had gone back to speaking his accented English. "Just let me go, ja?" "One more question," Maggie reciprocated her own return to un-accented English. "And you'd better answer me honestly, or you won't be doing any makeup jobs at all. The job you're doing on Tammy is just going to be a makeup job, right? Did Rita throw any extra money at you to do any kind of...sexual thing?" Florian was a little more scared now. He kept quiet. He was too afraid to even attempt a lie. All he did in response was to breathe his shaky breaths. The silence was enough to convince Maggie. "Mmm-hmm. That's what I thought. Well, let's get a couple of things straight, herr schlappschwanz. Your makeup job is going to be the only thing you do with your 'special client' tomorrow. Once you've finished that job? You're going right back to your hotel room, where I will be waiting, and then you get to work on me. Try anything stupid, and I'll break more than just your arms when I find you again...and I will find you, elf-boy. Just like I found you today." "Ja! Ja! I promise!" Florian blubbered. "Just makeup on Tammy! Zen you! Promise! I make you very sexy tigress, fraulein!" "Good," Maggie once again cooed into his ear. "Because there's a lot of money coming your way if you behave yourself. Straight out of Rita's accounts, too." "Zen...y-you haff no reason to break my arms, ja?" Florian fearfully asked. Maggie's smile was unsettling as she replied. "Perhaps," she then released him, stepping back warily as he slowly turned around. "You couldn't beat me in a fistfight anyway." Florian nursed his arms, feeling the throbbing begin to fade as he replied. "Fraulein...my vork is in makeup, not fighting." "Prove it tomorrow," Maggie shot back, keeping her eyes on him. "And remember what I said about your 'special client'." "Friend of yours, ja?" "Duh," Maggie replied. She then stepped back in towards Florian until she was threateningly close. "One other thing, schlappschwanz." Florian's expression once again became fearful. "Her name is Tamara," Maggie remarked, her gaze sharp and stern. "Tamara Portnoy. Understood?" Florian frowned in confusion. "But...aren't zey ze same..." Maggie slammed a hand near his head angrily. The sound of the boom had Florian gasping in his shock. "OK! OK! Ja! Ja! Tamara! I got you!" The raven-haired visitor smirked. "It's important that you get that name right, dear...because in a couple more weeks? You're going to be hearing that name more often whenever people talk about curvy pinup girls here in Bullchester." This made Florian genuinely curious. "Pinup girls? Like...like ze 50s? Like...'rockabilly', ja?" Maggie nodded, smiling over how delicious her own plan was. "You like that kind of girl?" "Oh, ja! I do tattoo vork on vun!" Florian replied. "Zey very sexy. I give Tamara tattoos?" "Nein," Maggie's tone was firm in her reply. "You do what I tell you to do, and you don't say anything about me to anyone. Not even Tamara, ja?" Florian nodded. "Klar." Maggie began walking back over to the door of the hotel room. "Anyone asks, I was never here, nor did we have this little chat. Don't make me have to come back and remind you how painful it was for you." "Vait!" Florian barked. "Er...bengal tiger stripes, ja? Or...vhite tiger?" Maggie had to giggle at this. "Bengal." "Verstanden." Florian's voice sounded a little more natural now. "See you tomorrow." "Auf Wiedersehen...Schlappschwanz." Maggie closed the door behind her. After heaving a sigh of relief over her departure, Florian sat on his bed in his effort to restore calm. His arm still throbbed a little from the wrenching. He considered the urge to get right to the phone and call Rita, but he was far too fearful of the consequences. Since, after all, he was never any kind of a fighter. * * * Timmy was finally able to get the last of the documents Larry had left for him transposed to data, and for once, he had a clear desk, and an opportunity for him to relax for a while. Phone calls still came in, though, and with every call he took down messages for, he could not help but notice how much more female he sounded since the day he discovered that he got the job. Noticing all the Post-It messages that were massing on the door of Larry's office, he decided to take them down and compose a data-based document containing all of the messages in a neat and legible manner. As he was given Larry's work-only e-mail address, he decided to send it as data, while saving the file as well in case he needed to do it again in the future. A part of him wondered, however, if there was going to be a future with Larry, for everything that had happened to him in his very first week of work. It was the last work day of the week, and he now very much looked like a she. Considering how he now looked, he knew that if he were to have any visitors, they'd give him funny looks upon spotting the name plaque. As he was pondering this very thought, there was a knock on the door. On those few occasions in which Timmy read the local Bullchester newspaper, he had seen pictures of the Mayoress, and on occasion, he saw a television interview in which he got to not only see more of, but hear the voice of this very attractive woman. And there she was, standing right in the doorway. But in one of her hands was a large plastic bottle of vodka. The fact that about 25% of it was gone was clear evidence that this woman...the Mayoress of Bullchester...had been drinking it. In her evident inebriation, the woman managed a smile. "Hiyo. I...I'm Juli. A. I'm...I'm your Mayor. Ess. Mayoresh. So vote f' me, bitch." She then shoved Timmy to one side and stepped into the office with a bit of a stagger in her step. Warily, Timmy shut the front door behind him and kept a distance as Julia moved with slow and haphazard steps to the Secretary's office. Julia then spun to face a wary-looking Timmy as he followed her in. "Y'know, kid...you an' I, we never got to meet. How ya doin'? How do ya like my big ol' shity? Huh?" The inebriated Mayoress then slammed the closed bottle on the table, right beside Timmy's name plaque, and walked right up to the effeminate boy. "Y' know...thish shity ish mine, y' know. Every big ol' building of it. An' I got a fuckload of friendsh. Even that Lorish twit whosh feet you're lickin'." She then poked at Timmy's chest, with each emphasized word, with a finger. "I am a big...fucking...deal here. So don't you fuck with me, Mish Mary Marg'ret Katzo-whosit." Julia then staggered back over to the bottle, but instead of picking it up, her eyes locked on the plaque. Picking it up, she brought it up very close to her eyes to read it. A smile slowly formed on her face as she looked back over to Timmy. The expression looked a bit ominous. "Thish ishn't you." She staggered back over to Timmy. "You don't look like a guy, Misht'r Porntroy. How can you have a name like Timm'thy?" Julia then grabbed him by the collar and thrust her angry expression into the startled secretary's face. "Nooo-bodyyy tellsh me how t' run my shity, bitch. I am no one'sh pawn. No one'sh tool. Annyone fucksh with me, I jush shove my big dick right up their asshesh an' fuck' em into bimbosh. Even that fuckin' Celeshte. She can't yell at me like she did! Who da fuck does she think she ish? She'sh not th' Mayor...ess..." "No. She isn't," Timmy shook his head, acting on an approach which he hoped would keep him safe. "You are. You're the Mayoress. We...we all look up to you. The whole city. Just like you said." "Thash right!" Julia nodded as she spoke. "Good girl. Verrry good. An' you're new t' town, right? You an' yer mommy? She like my town? Hmmm?" "Oh yes, she loves it," Timmy responded, still playing along. "She loves her job just as much as I like this one." "Thash good. Good girl." Julia nodded again, flashing a silly grin. "Y' know...you are a girl, right? Y'know that? Your..." she gestured to the small bulges at his chest. "...your bing-bongsh aren't all that big, but...sh'OK. We fixsh that. Make 'em huuuuuge. 'Caush that'sh what we do t' guysh here. I kissh 'em, an' then I fuck 'em! Jush like Jeremy! Shtupid teaboy. Well...now he'sh my bitch. Good ol' Jemmima. Jush like Wakker! An' that Irissh bitch! All mine! Jush like th' shity!" she grabbed Timmy's collar again. "Jush like you. An' your mommy." "Yes, yes, we're all yours, Mayoress." Timmy nodded as he spoke. "Would you like me to rub your feet?" Julia's angry expression softened. "Y-you'd do that? For...for me? Really? You're sho shweeet. Shuch a...shhhuch a good shlut." Her lips came very close to Timmy's... ...and, remembering what Julia herself had said, he sank down to the floor, putting on an act he hoped was convincing enough. "Oh, I've gotta care for your feet, Mayoress...I can't take it anymore..." As he yearned to savor the odor of feet at that moment, the act was certainly convincing enough. "Jush a minnit! I gotta shit firsh," Julia then staggered over to Timmy's chair and collapsed into it. Timmy quickly went to remove Julia's shoes and pulled down the stocking of one of the Mayoress's feet. Inhaling deeply, he savored what he had been conditioned to feel arousal over. Julia was practically slumped into her chair as Timmy began to rub at the foot, smiling down sweetly at the effeminate boy in her deep inebriation. "Oooh...that feelsh nish. Good girl." But then, the phone rang. As much as she didn't want to upset the drunken Mayoress, she had to stop and move to the phone. Resisting the smell of his rubbing hands...which now carried the scent of Julia's foot...as best he could, he kept his very female voice professional- sounding as he spoke. "Larry Hanel's office, may I help you? Uh, no, he hasn't come back yet, can I take a message?" "'Ey," Julia muttered. "I didn't tell ya to shtop." Ignoring Julia's words, Timmy pulled a Post-It and began jotting down the message being given to him. Glancing to Julia, he raised an index finger in hopes of having the Mayoress wait for another second. "Rub...my...FEET, shlut!" Julia angrily yelled. "Right, I'll make sure he gets your message. Thank you." Hanging up the receiver, Timmy quickly went back to rubbing at Julia's foot. "That wash rude," Julia noted, still frowning. "Nexsh time, you ashk me if you can anshwer th' phone, shlut." Just as Timmy began to wonder how long he would have to keep this up, there was a knock on the door. Sighing loudly in his irritation, he rose back up. "I'm sorry, Mayoress...I have to get this." Julia also sighed irritably. "Fffffine. But come right fuckin' back." Opening the front door revealed two individuals. A female redhead who looked very much like a secretary herself, and a rather well-built and dangerous-looking bald man who was standing behind her. "Hi," The assertive-looking redhead began, flashing a cordial smile. "We're sorry to interrupt your day, but we seem to be missing a Mayoress." "Ummm..." Timmy nervously began. "...actually, she's here. She... staggered over here. She's really drunk." "Fuck," she hissed under her breath. Looking back up at Timmy, the redhead flashed another cordial smile. "Well, we're really sorry about that. We'll take her off your hands now." Nodding, Timmy stepped to one side as the tough-looking man quickly moved into the office, heading right for Julia. "If there's a liquor bottle in there, be a dear and grab it, Xavier," the redhead firmly instructed. She then turned back to Timmy. "She did have a liquor bottle with her, yes?" Timmy nodded. "Vodka." The redhead then held out a hand. "Jemima, by the way. I'm Julia's PR woman." The effeminate boy shook Jemima's hand. "Timmy. Timmy Portnoy." Jemima smirked. "Welcome to the club." "Whooooh! Thish ish fuuuun!" They both heard Julia exclaim as Xavier returned to the front door, holding a smiling Julia in a fireman's- carry. "The bottle's on the table, Peaches," Xavier noted, stopping in front of Jemima. "I can't grab it if I have to carry her out like this." Jemima sighed irritably as Xavier stepped back out towards the limousine outside, still carrying Julia. "Fine, I'll get it." Rolling her eyes, she moved in to grab the clear plastic bottle by its neck, and she also grabbed Julia's shoes. Stepping back over to Timmy, Jemima handed him a crisp, clean $100.00 bill. "For your trouble. Have a nice day, uh...sir." She couldn't help but amusedly giggle a bit at this as she moved back over to the limo. With a sigh of relief, Timmy shut the door behind him, shaking his head. As he walked back to his desk, he glanced down at the bulges on his chest...and stopped. Placing his hands on them, and giving them a little squeeze, he confirmed that they were noticeably larger. At least a B-cup by now. Sighing, he resumed the walk back to his desk. Once he had settled back in, he gazed upon the $100 bill he had been given, holding up the banknote with both hands thoughtfully. Responsibly, he looked around the office, wondering if anything had been damaged or broken, knowing that the money should be put towards whatever damages needed to be paid for. But the room was fully intact. No spilled vodka, nothing broken or bent on his chair, nothing. Timmy was running low on funds, as well. He had wondered if he would have enough for a meal and transportation for the next week. Now, it was a moot point. Folding the bill and slipping it into a pocket of his outfit, he got back to work on another written document that needed to be converted to data. As he typed, however, he noticed that the foot odor still lingered where he sat. After typing a couple of paragraphs, he stopped to look down and confirm that he was still wearing his loafers. They were indeed still there. Upon sniffing at his own hands, however, he discovered the source, as the odor was still evident there. As much as he had an urge to go and wash up in the bathroom, he never acted upon this urge. He just resumed his typing, inhaling the scent as he went, and feeling the stirring between his legs. Evidence of a smile was on his lips, as well, as he typed. Visions of tending to the feet of the Mayoress began to fill his mind as he worked. Wanting to feel the feet against his face. Wanting to suck upon the woman's toes. Wanting to be on the ground before Julia. Julia. Rita. Iris. Even Celeste. The faces flashed in his mind as he continued to sniff the odor coming from his hands. He even had the urge to take off his outfit and his underwear and work in the nude. Being submissive to these women just felt so right to him, somehow. Being the slut Rita already believed him to be. But at the same time, he never faltered in his work ethic, and this certainly kept him from surrendering to his more slutty and submissive desires. His fingers continued to fly over the keyboard. His responsibilities to Larry, even with him temporarily gone, was still evident. He knew he had to hold the fort no matter what. By lunchtime, however, he had finished the last document he needed to commit to data. For once, since starting the job, he had a clean slate. He had made his usual call-in for his lunch, and he wondered if Iris would once again intercept whoever they would send to deliver Timmy's meal. A tall, thin young man, however, from the restaurant itself managed to make the delivery. There was no sign of Iris. The delivery person, however, looked quite attractive to Timmy as he handed over the bagged food. When the effeminate boy handed him the last $20 from his existing funds, he flashed a fetching grin. The delivery man, however, just gave him a cordial smile in return and moved away, leaving Timmy feeling a little dejected. With a shrug, he then carried the warm meal to his desk. Maybe when my breasts are a little bigger. He mused to himself. About fifteen minutes into his meal hour, the phone rang once again. "Larry Hanel's Office, may I help you?" The voice on the other end was immediately recognizable. "My goodness... yer soundin' a lot diff'rent since last I spoke t' you, sport!" "Larry!" Timmy exclaimed, his mascara-lined eyes wide. "Did you...did you get my e-mail?" "I sure did, sport," Larry replied. "Thank y' kindly for that. Ev'rythin' else OK there?" "Yes, sir," Timmy dutifully replied. "Still in one piece. Your office should be just the way you left it when you come back." "Judgin' by th' sound o' your voice, I'd say you've made a few changes, though," Larry noted. "But...we can talk 'bout that next time I see ya. One of th' reasons I called, too. It's to let y' know that I will be back next Monday for sure. Should be jettin' back in on Sunday aft'rnoon, in fact." "Uh...can I ask where you are, Larry?" "Pers'nal matt'r, sport," Larry answered. "An' I wanna jus' leave it at that." As Timmy nodded, he thought about the hundred dollar bill he had been given, and the visit from the Mayoress. "Larry...um, I should tell you that the Mayoress visited me this morning. She was, uh...she was drunk." "She did?" Larry sounded surprised. "An'...y' say she was drunk?" "Yeah, she sounded really blitzed, too. She even had the Vodka she was drinking with her," Timmy explained. "Her secretary and this big guy named Xavier came for her, though. Jemima gave me a one hundred dollar bill, too. I figured it would be to cover expenses on any damages from Julia's time here, but everything in the office looks fine. She didn't break anything while she was here." "Well, then I guess that money is yours then, isn't it?" Larry mused. "Say...tell me somethin', sport. Julia didn't, uh...kiss you or anythin', did she?" Timmy shook his head. "No, sir." "Didn't give you anythin' t' drink?" Larry then asked. "Didn't give you a shot o' that Vodka?" "N...No, sir," Timmy replied. By now, the scent of his hand, which was holding the receiver, was getting to his head a bit, and his eyes went half-lidded from the foot odor. "Good, good," Larry replied. "An' those documents I left ya? All typed?" Timmy nodded, making an effort to sound professional despite his arousal. "I...I just finished the last one before lunch, sir." "Outstandin'," Larry responded. "I guess y' gonna have a real easy aft'rnoon, eh? Jus' keep takin' those phone messages until it's quittin' time, an' keep a vigil on th' door. Y' goin' t' that Halloween party at that club t'morrow?" Timmy nodded slowly, a dreamy smile on his lips. "Yes, sir," He then ventured a lascivious thought. "I...sure wish you could be there." "Nope! Still gon' be here," Larry answered. "Jus' do me a lil' favor, OK? Be careful. I think by now, y' realize that Bullchest'r is a real snakepit, an' their venom runs real deep once y' got a taste of it. Try t' keep your head on no matt'r what...an' don't let Julia give you anythin' t' drink. Real import'nt that you remem'br that." "Mmmm," Timmy unconsciously wondered what Larry's cum would taste like as he nodded. His voice sounded a little breathy as he responded. "Yes, sir." "Good. Well, sport, I guess I'll let y' get back t' eatin'," Larry remarked. "I'll see y' bright an' early on Monday. Bet yer lookin' forward t' that first paycheck, eh?" "Oh, yes, sir," Timmy sounded a little more alluring now. "I can't wait. I...I looove working for you." "Good, good. Good t' hear," Larry sounded a little troubled as he spoke these words. "You have a good day now, y' hear? Have a good time at that party." With the foot odor continuing to poison his mind out of his concentration on a professional tone of voice, Timmy let out a passionate exhale. "Goodbye, Larry. Sss-ssssee you Monday." As Timmy spoke these words, however, his response was the click of someone hanging up. His brain was beginning to feel like mush by now as he moaned effeminately, breathing in more of the odor from his hands. He got so hot and bothered by the odor that he found himself sucking on the middle finger of his right hand, pushing and pulling it in and out of his mouth slowly. Timmy was very fortunate that the phone remained quiet for the remaining hours in which he sat at his station while his mind concocted visions of ways to seduce his own boss, practically role- playing imaginary situations in his solitude. "I finished all your paperwork, Larry dear. Shall we go into the bathroom for a little...lunch break?" He spoke aloud in the manner of a sweet coquette, giggling effeminately as he considered such a suggestive and lascivious confrontation. Going into the bathroom at one point, he had grabbed a couple of rubber bands and a comb. Standing in front of the mirror above the sink, he parted his hair down the middle and then made two pigtails, which he wrapped into place tightly with the rubber bands. He then sampled a few sweetly shy, yet suggestive expressions as his solitude continued uninterrupted. The scent lingered on his hands, even after he tried to clean it off. A part of him wondered if it was because of the things Julia had mentioned about herself...being able to control someone with a kiss, for one thing...that more or less factored into the lingering foot odor on his hands. Sucking on his right hand's middle finger yet again did little to keep him from getting even more hot and bothered as he sat at his desk idly. By now, there was only an hour left to his working time. Yet he had this crazy urge to strip out of his clothes and spend that last hour in the nude. He knew he couldn't, though. Not while he was still on the clock. As sex-starved as he felt at that moment, his conscience always reminded him otherwise in the end. After thirty minutes of just sitting at his desk quietly, however, the lingering scent on his hands was beginning to drive him mad inside. He was literally shivering from the chill of his own sweat. It was a clear sign of withdrawal symptoms. The need to get his fill of breast milk. The need for cum. All of it exacerbated by the lingering foot odor on his hands. His conscience called it a reason for being sick, and so he rose from his seat to return to the bathroom, restoring his previous hairstyle as best he could despite his shaky hands. There wasn't much else he could do as he began to close everything down. Fifteen minutes before the last hour was up, Timmy was out of the door... ...only to see a familiar car parked in front of the office house, and a grinning Rita Noble in the driver's seat. Upon spotting Timmy, she beckoned him over with a single index finger. Timmy practically hurried over to the car as Rita giggled in her obvious amusement. His shaking hands fumbled for the lever that opened the passenger side of the car, and once the effeminate boy was in, Rita grabbed his head and locked her lips with him once again, kissing him with erotic fervor, feeding the ravenous need for lust she knew he was suffering from. Pulling her head away, she continued to smile upon Timmy as he looked wearily back up at her. "You naughty, naughty boy," she amusedly chided. "You left the office earlier than you should have." "Iiiii..." He continued to look up at her with a half-lidded expression of lust. "...Iiiiii..." "Oh, you dirty, hopeless little slut," Rita chided again. She then pulled down a portion of her one-piece white spandex dress to expose a fat breast. "You must be sooooo hungry." Rita placed a hand at the back of Timmy's head and pulled him in so that his mouth could latch on to the smiling debutante's waiting breast nipple. As per his conditioning, the tip of his tongue circled around the areolae of the nipple slowly before he closed his mouth around it, beginning to suck deeply upon it. "Cincher's is closed today, sweetie. They're doing a little... decorating for tomorrow's party," Rita remarked as Timmy continued to suck. "But that doesn't mean I can't steal you away again, my neeeedy little whore." Rita then sucked in a sharp breath, closing her eyes as the pleasure of her milk being drawn from her breast set in. She moaned softly as Timmy continued to drink. "Yyyy...yeeeessss...g-goood girl...ohhhhh goddess, that feels sss-sssssso gooooood...ohhhhhhhhhmmmmm...." The debutante stroked Timmy's hair like a pet as he continued to suck upon Rita's breast, panting loudly as he drank. But once she gently pushed his head away from her nipple, she unbuttoned Timmy's blouse and pulled down one side of his bra to expose his own right breast nipple, which looked a little bigger than Timmy remembered it being. Rita then flashed a devious grin. "My turn now, slut." Her puffy lips then closed the distance with the exposed nipple, and Timmy felt a warm moistness at his chest as her own tongue played with his nipple teasingly. Her mouth then latched on to the breast nipple and she began sucking on it. Timmy went slack-jawed over what he was feeling as he began panting heavily. His head fell back against the car seat as he felt the pleasurable sensations run through him as Rita continued to work on his breast. Listening to himself let out his quiet moans of pleasure as she continued to draw milk from his own breast, he still found it hard to believe that this feminine tone was now his own. Rita eventually switched breasts to expose and suck upon Timmy's other breast and when milk began to flow from it, the effeminate boy went cross-eyed from the intensity of the sensations coming from his pale- skinned chest. He could not help but lose himself to the sheer ecstacy being inflicted upon him as Rita continued to drink. Even after she stopped so she could start up the car and drive away from the office home, Timmy was still feeling the buzz of his euphoric moment. His eyes were half-lidded as the car moved through the Bullchester city streets. Timmy was still a bit catatonic when Rita pulled over to a side road and stepped back over to her dazed passenger to apply a sweet-smelling lotion to the effeminate boy's hands. The lotion gave his hands a more floral scent, effectively removing the lingering foot odor Timmy gave them when he rubbed Julia Stroud's feet. The debutante then returned to the driver seat and resumed the car's journey. By the time the car stopped in front of Rubie's Mall, Timmy was able to achieve some lucidity. Although the lucidity came quick, as he knew this was a place he had been told to avoid, and his eyes widened fearfully upon seeing the mall's name. Rita took note of this, and could not help but smile amusedly as she turned to him, her expression changing to one of reassurance. "Don't worry, Tammy. We're just going to shop for clothes. We won't go anywhere near the Salon. I promise." Although the reassurance did sound genuine to the effeminate boy, he still looked wary as he pulled the bra cups over his bare breasts, and then buttoned his blouse back up before emerging from the car to join Rita. Despite the reassurance, a part of him was still a bit scared. He worried that he would be grabbed and dragged into the Salon against his will. There was another concern as well as they both entered the mall complex. "Mistress Celeste isn't here, is she?" Timmy asked. "I'm not sure, sweetie," Rita answered. "But we're not going in there anyway, are we? Unless you've changed your mind..." "No, no," Timmy interjected, shaking his head emphatically. "But...the stores we're going to...um, how close are they to the salon?" Rita stepped in front of the very nervous-looking secretary, blocking his path and forcing him to stop. The debutante looked right in his eyes as she spoke. "If you?re playing some silly fantasy in your head about being grabbed and dragged over, stop. Because that?s not going to happen. I gave you my word we wouldn?t be going in there, yes? You?ve got to trust me, Tammy. About the only thing I want to do is see how you look in some of the most sexy dresses this mall has to offer and believe me, there are a lot of places in here that carry the kinds of dresses that will have you looking like a seriously irresistable little vixen." "But...shouldn?t I be looking for more office dresses for work?" Timmy wondered aloud. "I could use a few more." Rita smiled quite suggestively before she spoke. "Don?t you want to know what it?s like to be a temptress, slut? Don?t you want to have Larry daydreaming about burying his cock in your ass?" "No! I...I don?t..." Timmy couldn?t help but hesitate. He knew he was lying. "...I don?t..." "Ooooh, you have thought about it, haven?t you?" The grinning debutante stepped in closer now. "Don?t be ashamed, my silly strumpet. When your breasts are fully grown, Larry?s going to find it very difficult to resist your charms." "But...I can?t," Timmy quietly countered. "He?s my boss. I...I have to be, like, professional." Rita smirked as she resumed her casual walk towards a clothing store. Timmy kept pace with her as she spoke. "There?s always after hours, you know. You could always ask Larry about overtime work. That gets you pay bonuses, you know, and he?s done it before." Timmy surprised himself with the next question that came out of his mouth. "Is he married?" Rita shook her head, smiling deviously. "Single. He himself had said he?s too busy with his work to be distracted by relationships...and yet, he?s always wanted a responsible secretary working for him. I knew you might be just what he wanted. That?s why I put that job offering on the top of the list I gave you." A slight smile was on Timmy?s lips now. "I like working for him. He?s...he?s nice." "And he?s never judgmental. That?s the reason I like him as well," Rita responded. "I knew he was my kind of attorney the moment he told me he didn?t care what kind of a person worked for him. Black, white, gay, bisexual, transsexual, transgender...and not only does he not mind those kinds of people working for him, he also has a clientele that?s just as diverse." "Do y...do you know if, um...he...he has..." Timmy had to stop himself there. These questions seemed to be coming out of his mouth despite himself, and it was scaring him. "...nooo, no. Never mind. Forget I..." Rita, however, smiled deviously. She wasn?t about to let this slide. She had a very good idea as to what the effeminate boy was about to ask her. "He has...what, slut?" Timmy blushed deeply as he shook his head. "No, no...it?s nothing. Really." Rita closed in on him some more, ultimately bringing her lips close to Timmy?s ear. "You wanted to know if Larry has a big, fat cock, don?t you, Tammy Porntoy?" Timmy hung his head shamefully. "I...I can?t help it...I-I can?t...think...these thoughts..." "Oh yes, you can," she spoke alluringly into Timmy?s ear now. "Don?t be ashamed of what you are, slut. You want Larry?s cock in your mouth. You want to suck on it. Lick it. Milk it of every last drop of thick, warm cum." Her lips moved closer to Timmy?s ear, and she hissed her words in a highly erotic manner. "You want him to fill your mouth with what you need. You want his delicious, tasty wads of fresh cum bloating your belly. You want to drench yourself in it. Writhe in it. Because you?re such a dirty little whore, and now, we?re gonna dress you like one." Memories of all the pictures of scantily-clad and alluringly-dressed women his father showed him in his youth compelled Timmy to follow Rita?s lead without protest as the crafty debutante led him into the first shop...a place called Guilty Pleasures...which had mannequins in the front window displaying some particularly eye-catching one-piece outfits, one of which was a full, one-piece dress made up of wide, horizontally-aligned white and navy blue lines. Rita noted his curiosity regarding this particular dress...which had full sleeves and an ankle-length skirt...and she chose this one to get him started with. Although the low V-neck chest area did not show off Timmy?s C-cup cleavage as well as Rita had figured, she knew this would change once his mammaries were fully grown. The dress certainly certainly showed off the curves of Timmy?s large posterior, though. Future expectations guided Rita?s thinking in picking up two more dresses from this particular store. The next was a one-piece pink and lavender latex dress with valentine-shaped holes running vertically down the back, and a larger hole beneath the rib in the front to show off Timmy?s cleavage. This dress pressed his breasts together, so the appearance was a little more fetching. Rita also had him wear high- heeled, pink bubble-gum shoes which were added to Rita?s acquisitions in dressing up her developing slut. The next was a tight brown lycra catsuit, this one with another plunging v-neck, and a deliberately-designed hole at the posterior. The store dubbed this a ?pleasure dress?, and apparently, he needed to remove his undergarments before wearing it. "You?re going to keep this one on you for the rest of the night, slut," Rita purred. As the soothing music within the shop had just as hypnotic an effect as most of the other stores in Rubie?s Mall, and Timmy had been listening to it throughout the entire time he had entered the Mall, Timmy just nodded slowly, and with a relaxed smile on his lips. In such a state, Rita figured she could just bring Timmy into the Salon and finish him off, so to speak. She figured he was of a less- resistant mind by now, and his life at home would become all the more interesting for the fact that his own mother, Ruth, was already a frequent customer there, and a more youthful appearance was already beginning to show, given how Ruth looked at this morning?s executive meeting. Rita, however, decided to stick to the plan. The Salon would be the last resort, in the event that Timmy might show any kind of resistance even after he had fully developed into the alluring sex bomb the debutante wanted him to become. She also wanted to keep Timmy away from Celeste for the time being, as she seemed to have taken a somewhat possessive interest in Timmy as well. Fortunately, there was another salon aside from the Butterfly within the mall. It was one that had been accepted as a vendor against the notion of using feminine hairstyles as a means of luring men into the kind of femininity that would compel them to go into the Salon for a more...improved hair job. Candy?s Coiffures was the establishment?s name, and it was where Rita would lead Timmy into next. He still wore the tight lycra catsuit as he practically drifted in. Candy herself was a platinum blonde with a sugary-sweet demeanor who still held on to the expertise in hair that she had when he was a muscular, womanizing white male lecher. Once known as Adonis, it was his wife Vanessa who had been compelled by one of her childhood friends...Maggie, the owner of Cincher?s...to move into the suburbs near the city of Bullchester. As Vanessa had potential to become a Bullchester dominatrix for the ominous castle complex known as the Farm, she had been tasked to lead Adonis down a road that would eventually deposit him unto the Butterfly Salon, wherein his life would be changed forever. Within a week, Adonis was gone, replaced by the slim-figured, hourglass-bodied hairdresser he had become. As Vanessa had also wanted her husband?s cock and balls removed and destroyed, this was accomplished as well, making Candy a full woman, and a sweet and giggly one at that. Not a scrap of his masculinity or his womanizing ways remained, but his expertise as an excellent hairdresser...which he had developed as a means of seducing the "conquests" that were his past female clients...was retained. Vanessa disappeared shortly afterwards as well, having earned her place among the black latex-clad disciplinarians at the Farm. "Oh, poo!" Candy squeaked upon seeing Timmy?s hair. "That hair is so ?blah?! We?ve gotta get that big, luscious ass into a seat!" "I have specific instructions for you, Candy," Rita noted, pulling the big-haired, bubble gum-chomping hairdresser aside. "Let me tell you what I need you to do..." Timmy just waited in the seat he had been directed to sit in. He lost himself in the music as he waited, which just made him feel all the more relaxed as it continued to keep his mind soft. He seemed to lose track of time as Candy began her work, having been given her specific instructions. He stared up at the star-decorated, serenely night-like ceiling painting as the hairdresser continued working. He offered no protest to the requests Candy had made of him. Angling his head back into a sink. Leaning his head forward. Staying perfectly still. Timmy remained compliant throughout the reshaping of Timmy?s head. Candy offered no explanations as to what she was doing, though, seeing as how Rita had specifically asked her to keep quiet about such things. She just kept snipping off locks and continued the other modifications she had been instructed to apply. Following the blow-drying that was the final step in Candy?s work, she finally positioned a mirror in front of Timmy?s face, and the effeminate boy?s eyes widened as he gasped aloud. Timmy?s hair had been re-shaped into a very effeminate version of his old male hairstyle, which was short in length, and parted on the left side of his head. A curled wisp of hair could be seen at the temple of his forehead, attractively curling just above his eyebrows. The hair was a little more fluffy as well, and its original dark brown color had become a visibly lighter shade of brown. His hair now had the color of perfectly sun-tanned skin, which went well with his pale complexion. Rita grinned as she purred in his right ear. "A hairstyle like this would definitely give Larry a hard-on." Timmy couldn?t help but giggle at this thought, although a slowly- fading part of him was practically screaming in subliminal protest. It was from a clothing boutique called Leer that Rita picked up another sexy one-piece red satin dress with a knee-length skirt section, this one also pushing Timmy?s breasts together fetchingly. This boutique also had a black and white latex outfit Rita had wanted to see Timmy wear, and devious thoughts began to run through her head when she saw how the effeminate boy looked in this full latex version of a maid?s outfit, this one with full-leg latex stockings and a knee- length hobble skirt. The shoes that came with it made Timmy?s feet feel like they were on his tiptoes given the length of the heels. "In case I want you to clean my home for me, slut," Rita cooed into Timmy?s ear as he posed in front of one of the store?s full-body mirrors. Rita followed this up with a flesh-colored lycra dress, this one with long sleeves and an ankle-length skirt, all of which hugged his feminine curves. The dress had a turtleneck as well, and this dress looked very alluring on him. He couldn?t help but wonder how Larry would react if he saw him wearing this particular dress. Even Rita was impressed, and she had to turn his face to hers and lock lips with him once again, taking him by surprise. Timmy?s eyes went half-lidded as she continued to voraciously kiss the effeminate boy. "Mmmm, you?re going to be one irresistable little whore, Tammy Porntoy...although I must admit, this dress lends you a touch of class," Rita observed. "But let?s get you back in that catsuit now, my sweet bitch. We?re going to take a little stroll around the rest of the mall, and I want you swaying those big hips of yours as we do." As the hypnotic allure of the mall?s music continued to make him susceptible to suggestion, he was inescapably compelled to follow Rita?s guidance as they left the boutique, Rita following close behind the wide-hipped, catsuit-clad secretary as she continued to coo into his ear. "Mmmm...that?s it, slut. Work it. Work it. Work those hips. Lure every man?s gaze to you. Own them. Make them wish they could have you. Make them wish you would swallow their cum, Tammy Porntoy. Make them dream of having you in their beds. This is what the power of the sacred feminine is all about, my sweet whore. Tell me how much you love this. How much you want it. How much you need it." Yes. He couldn?t help but repeat it in his mind as he moved, keeping his sway as sultry as possible as he walked. Yes...yes... In the privacy of Rita?s own thoughts, however, there was not so much a caring, nurturing mother figure so much as there was a devious schemer, as she was looking forward to having the young son of her cruel tormentor at Camp Awohali quite literally get fucked by as many guys in the city of Bullchester as possible. The debutante wanted to create a brazen seductress. A sex-hungry weapon. A temptress. Timmy already had such a solid yearning for odorous feet that Rita would not find it very difficult to bring her slut to the ground in a visibly obedient and submissive manner, although she needed to begin training him to assume such a compliant posture so that he knew he would be rewarded with the indulgence of the foot worship he now craved, among other things. Rita wanted to erode Timmy?s mind a bit, as well, although she didn?t want her slut to be too much of an airhead. All she wanted Tammy Porntoy to do was to concentrate on the one activity that would ultimately define the life of her young prize. Sex. Although many male eyes did follow Timmy as he swayed through the passages of the Mall, all they did was smile suggestively and whisper lewd things to each other. There were a couple of adolescent boys who made suggestive gestures when Timmy glanced their way, but all the effeminate boy did...to Rita?s satisfaction...was to giggle amusedly. Rita led her catsuit-wearing harlot-in-training to another shop in the mall, a Loris-sponsored place called Parfums Irr?sistibles. This particular place was run by a highly attractive redhead named Veronique, who when she was a young con man named Remy made the unexpected mistake of meeting a vacationing Cresswell executive in Paris. Prior to this meeting, Remy had been using his own expertise in the cultivation of perfumes to lure in unsuspecting young ladies for sexual reasons of his own. Remy, however, met his match in the much more crafty Cresswell tourist, and she was able to convince Remy to come back with her to Bullchester. Two trips to the Butterfly Salon turned him into Veronique, and she was given a store to run at Rita Noble?s suggestion. Not a trace of Remy remained. Veronique was quick to use her expertise in recommending specific perfumes for Timmy to use, and she applied these perfumes to the effeminate boy?s neck, and wherever they would be the most effective. When Timmy stepped back out, he smelled a lot nicer than he did going in. Checking the time, Rita realized that it was time to bring their Mall trip to a close. There was a very specific reason why she needed Timmy out of there as well, and it had little to do with Timmy being able to keep his appointment with Florian prior to the Halloween party for the effeminate boy?s mouse makeover. "It?s time for me to take you back home, slut," Rita cooed as she led her sweet-smelling companion towards the Mall?s exit. "Don?t go to bed too late, dear. Remember...you have an appointment with Florian tomorrow. He?s going to turn you into my sexy little mouse for the Cincher?s party." "Mmmm." Timmy?s eyes were still half-lidded in his apparent contentedness. With each passing second, he was becoming more and more accustomed to all the femininity that had been infused upon him. "I...hope there?s gonna be plenty of cheese to eat." "Maybe," Rita replied. "But if not, you?ll at least have plenty of milk," she rubbed at Timmy?s breasts as she mentioned this. Timmy giggled in response to this as he continued to follow Rita out. He stepped out right on time, too, as another pair of shoppers had just stepped out of Leer. One was a fairly well-built man with a mustache, and the other was what looked to be a flaxen-haired woman wearing a stylish green satin outfit of a 1970s-era design. Given the way the dress appeared, with its bell-bottomed pant legs, she looked like she was ready to visit a disco and turn some heads. The man spoke with a greek accent as he wrapped an arm around the woman. "You like zis dress, eh?" The woman flashed a grin as her head turned to her larger partner. "Oh, Demetrius...this just takes me back to my youth. I love it!" The man flashed a grin of his own as they continued walking. "I take you to good restaurant after perfume shop. You want to smell nice, yes?" "Mmmm. You pick the scents," the woman cooed. "I want to smell soooo good for you." Demetrius stepped in front of the woman he was courting, at the request of those who had assigned him to her. He then grasped at her shoulders affectionately and stared into her eyes with conviction. "When we finish in perfume shop, I make you smell like brand new woman, Ruth Portnoy," Demetrius quietly vowed. * * * - DivineFem ?< : Talk to me. - DivineFem ?< : I know you?re online, Maggie. - DivineFem ?< : You?ve grown into quite a weapon, dear. It?s not too late. You can still be one of us. - DivineFem ?< : I don?t want to have to fight you, but I will if I have to. And you know I can destroy you if I really wanted to. - MagDKat ?< : Like you?re destroying the Portnoys? - DivineFem ?< : That?s none of my business, Maggie. If that?s what?s disturbing you, you should be directing your aggression towards Rita Noble. - DivineFem ?< : Breaking her would demonstrate what you are capable of to the others. - MagDKat ?< : Jesus fucking Christ. Listen to yourself. "Breaking her". Who the fuck do you think I am, Aggie? Your own personal Ivan Drago or something? - DivineFem ?< : I would like to think you could be an enforcer, yes. You would not even need to devote yourself to the Divine Feminine. You know enough to be able to keep everyone in line for me. Make sure people like Celeste do not betray us. - MagDKat ?< : Uh huh. Let?s get one thing straight, Hag-atha. I am my own bitch. My own authority, and I?m just what I want to be right now. I am the fucking devil of Bullchester. I am my own person, unlike those pansy-ass angels that you and your cheesy women-only club send out to do your dirty work. I play by my own rules. My own actions. My own convictions. You can take your enforcer crap and shove it back up your divine feminine ass. And that?s not negotiable. - DivineFem ?< : So I take it you have surrendered yourself to the continued status quo men force everyone to accept? - MagDKat ?< : Well, ya see, that?s where you and I are in agreement, witchy-poo. I don?t like men anymore than you do, but I know that even among that gender, there really are good ones. I?m sorry if that goes against how extreme your own power-mad mind works, but Timothy Portnoy was never being raised to be the kind of man people like you and I punish. Makes me wonder if you know anything about that kid at all. Or even care. - DivineFem ?< : I will admit that Rita might have a point about Timothy eventually developing personality characteristics that would make him no different than his father. I can understand how you would be skeptical, though. You?re not a scientist. I don?t expect you to understand. - MagDKat ?< : Aggie, I honestly couldn?t give a fuck for all that shit about destiny or fate. Part of the reason I?m taking Timmy...and I WILL take him...is to keep him from becoming what I know Rita will be turning him into. He doesn?t deserve that fate. The kid got his first fucking job, for Christ?s sake. Now you want to take that away from him? To do what? Get his brains fucked out by whomever you want to lure into your goddamn machines?? - MagDKat ?< : How much more extreme are you going to get before you realize your women-only club is gonna go the way of another group of extremists in 1930s Germany who chose to follow a bat-shit crazy madman with delusions of grandeur? - DivineFem ?< : Don?t you DARE compare me to that, you sharp-tongued HEATHEN. We are NEVER advocating destruction OR war! And I might remind you that men are usually the ones to drag peaceful societies into open warfare! Check your history books and prove me wrong! - MagDKat ?< : But you ARE going to make it a crime to be born a man, aren?t you? - MagDKat ?< : Check your own history books and tell me how different that is from the decision to exterminate an entire race. - DivineFem ?< : A DECISION THAT WAS MADE BY MEN! MEN!! We have no desire to END anyone?s lives, you misguided idiot! We cannot take any chances! Even the most harmless of men have skeletons in their closets! Dark secrets that more often than not involve taking advantage of women!! - MagDKat ?< : Countess Elizabeth Bathory wasn?t male, was she? Care to give me a justification for the deaths of all those women she was responsible for? We?ve got skeletons in our own closets too, Miss High-And-Mighty. You most of all, no doubt. - MagDKat ?< : Or did you rip those pages out of your history books? Anything remotely relating to women actually committing crimes because they were actually, certifiably insane? - MagDKat ?< : Are you going to censor all truths that don?t go with whatever perfect view of the world you?re working to implement? A world full of women, and air-headed bimbo slaves who used to be men? I?d sooner burn a world like that to the ground than live in it, Hag-atha. - DivineFem ?< : Not if we burn you first. - DivineFem ?< : Becoming our feminine thralls is just what men deserve. I won?t let you stop us. - MagDKat ?< : I can guarantee you I?ll get an "A" for effort. After all...I?m the devil. - DivineFem ?< : Devils can be banished. - MagDKat ?< : And I?ll drag you to Hell with me. They?d probably thank me for it. - DivineFem ?< : You will regret this, Mary. - MagDKat ?< : Yup, you sure will, Aggie. ----===*CHAT TERMINATED*===----