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Madison and Christie were a couple of stuck up, self involved young
women. They loved shopping and celebrity gossip. The latest styles in
clothes and trendiest clubs were two of their main interests. They had
just bought designer handbags and matching shoes, happily spending the
family money their indulgent parents so readily provided. Afterwards
they stopped at their favorite trendy eatery for light salads and
colorful exotic drinks. As they sat there discussing celebrities they
admired and those they disapproved of, something distracted them. Coming
in the door were Jerrold and Herbert, two snooty rich boys who acted like
they owned the world. They came from old money and looked down on the
girls' lifestyle, even though theirs was equally vapid but in different
ways. The guys had decided that it would be fun to date such outgoing
and fun loving types, even though they considered them inferiors. They
wanted to bed and then abandon them.
"Hello, ladies," Jerrold said with his usual hauteur
"How nice to run into you," Herbert added, looking down his nose.
"Yeah," Madison said. "How nice for you."
"But not us," Christie added. "You look like you got caught in a tweed
explosion."
"Well, if you two would get to know us better, you could see beyond our
fashion choices."
"You could see what we're like underneath our clothes," Herbert offered
with a smirk.
"Ugh." Madison made a sour face. "No thanks."
"Now wait," Christie said, giving her friend a sly look. "Remember we
were saying it might be fun to have the guys up to our apartment for a
drink. And whatever might follow."
"Oh. You mean that special concoction we thought they'd enjoy. The one
that we spent all that money to get."
"Exactly."
"Ah." Jerrold tugged at the lapels of his conservatively tailored
jacket. "That might be amusing."
"Yes," Herbert seconded. "A bit of fun. Did you purchase, perhaps, some
fine imported whiskey?"
"Something like that. I think you'd really like it."
"And never forget it."
"Well," Jerrold allowed, "I'm intrigued. Shall we go?"
"Sure." Madison finished her drink. "It'll be fun."
"Yeah." Christie raised her glass as if delivering a toast. "All for
fun."
They gave the guys their address, which Jerrold put into his phone's GPS
system. Soon their two cars were leaving the city.
"Whoa," said Madison. "They really went for the bait."
"I figured they would. A couple of smug snobs like them would never
suspect anything."
Madison held up one hand with pinky extended. In a plummy voice she
said, "We'd be delighted to join you two peasants for a sip."
"Yes." Christie adopted the same tone. "Along with a quick hump, so we
can brag to our equally snooty buddies about how we bedded some downscale
girls."
They shared a laugh. Madison concluded, "But that's not the way it's
going to play out."
"Not after that special purchase we made with those high-class pests in
mind. And the other goodies we picked up during our last shopping
spree."
In the other car Jerrold lit one of his expensive cigarettes. "This
should be entertaining. I can't wait to have one of those tawdry girls
on her back."
"Agreed. Hope they will appreciate that they are being used by those
above their station."
"Doesn't matter, in the end. All that's of importance is that we make
our conquests... and move on."
They shared a laugh. Herbert concluded, "Move on and forget them."
When they got to the ritzy apartment complex the cars pulled into
adjoining spots. Everyone got out and the girls led the prey into the
building. With all four in the elevator the guys moved in and each
helped themselves to a kiss. The girls didn't resist. Soon they were
all in the apartment, the males on a long leather sofa while the females
went to the kitchen to prepare the promised drinks. They mixed four of
them using the same ingredients but spiking their guests' glasses with a
small amount of a special drug.
"This is going to be fun," Madison declared. "Their minds will become
totally suggestible. Anything we say will sound desirable to them."
"Their willpower will be gone for at least an hour. I can't wait to turn
them into our puppets."
"Just remember, if we give them a second dose of the drug, everything we
make them do will become imprinted on their minds."
"And they'll never be able to erase it. They might hate their new
desires but won't be able to control them."
They returned and made sure to give the guys the right glasses. As
Jerrold sipped he raised an eyebrow and said that the flavor didn't seem
to be anything special. Herbert sampled his and announced
condescendingly that he could order something much more interesting at
the exclusive private club where he had a membership.
"But of course," Jerrold went on, "drinks aren't the only thing that drew
us here."
"Yes." Herbert went on, "And since these libations are rather
disappointing, you owe us something to make up for that. Don't you
agree?"
"I agree that we owe you something," Madison said.
"Like a good time," Christie suggested.
"That's the idea," Jerrold said, but his words came out slowly.
"A... very... good... time," Herbert echoed.
Both guys were getting glassy-eyed. Madison leaned in to whisper to
Jerrold.
She told him, "You find Herbert really attractive. And he feels the same
about you."
Christie put her lips close to Herbert's ear to tell him, "You see how
much he wants you. The urge to kiss him in overwhelming. Go on. Get
your mouth on his."
Under the drug's spell, Herbert inched sideways until he was intimately
close to his friend. Jerrold turned his face so that their mouths were
only inches apart. Suddenly they were holding each other, lips locked
together, tongues wriggling. Their eyes went wide with shock at the act
they were committing but they didn't stop. Not until they had both
displayed runaway passion did they draw away from each other.
"Jerrold," Herbert said numbly. "I don't know what came over me."
"Herbert, I've never wanted to even touch you. That sort of thing is
dreadful. But... but..."
Madison supplied, "But you want to do it again."
Christie added, "And get your hands all over each other."
The males embraced, joined mouths, and felt around under each other's
jackets. It went on for a solid two minutes before they stopped, red-
faced and panting, not sure of what was happening to them.
"What would really make you happy," Madison told them, "would be to get
out of those scratchy tweeds and into something less manly."
"And we just happen to have the exact kinds of girly lingerie you two
would adore wearing. Strip down and then we can go to the bedroom."
In thrall to the chemicals now dominating their minds, the rich boys
stood. They stripped off their jackets and dropped them heedlessly on
the floor. At Madison's suggestion they each unbuttoned the other's
shirts. Christie surprised them by saying how much they loved playing
with nipples and having the same done to them. Tentatively at first,
they reached for bared chests. Fingers found uncovered nipples and
rolled them gently, producing gasps. Then they got more daring, kneading
and lightly tugging the sensitive areas. Jerrold impulsively lowered his
head to fasten his lips over one of Herbert's nipples while still teasing
the other. Herbert threw back his head and let out an explosive moan.
They remained like that for long moments before trading roles.
"This is so arousing," Madison informed them.
"Your cocks are getting harder than they've ever been."
Visible bulges appeared in the crotches of both pairs of trousers. The
guys ground their pelvises together like sex-crazed libertines.
"You want to get your shirts off completely."
"And kneel down, one at a time, to help your new lover get out of his
shoes and pants."
The guys went along with it wordlessly. There were flashes of distress
on their faces, but each time they lasted for only seconds before being
replaced by lust. Before long they were naked.
The girls smiled and Madison said, "Those cocks are pretty average."
"Or slightly below average."
Madison whispered to her friend, "Remember that we can implant emotions
into their minds too." She said to the helpless males, "Both of you are
ashamed that your dicks aren't bigger. It totally embarrasses you."
"And you wish your partner had a bigger one. But you still can't stop
thinking about cock and will settle for whatever you can get. In fact,
you can't resist getting your hand on what's between his legs."
For a moment the guys tried to resist this new manipulation of their
sexuality. Their arms quivered and their fingers clenched as they made
an effort not to do what had been described. Their resistance melted
away and they seized each other's penises. Overcoming their reluctance
felt like a victory, as if they were breaking down barriers that
prevented them from doing what they wanted most. They held onto each
other's shafts, tightening and loosening their grips, the two of them
mewling and murmuring with need.
"When you're together you want to sound feminine. You keep your voices
high and soft. Isn't that true?"
"Yes," Jerrold said wispily.
"Always," Herbert concurred in a breathy whisper.
"And you want to get rid of that unsightly body hair. You are sissies
and prefer to be pink and smooth all over."
"You love to touch a guy who doesn't have a single hair anyplace below
his eyebrows."
They ran their hands over each other, limiting themselves to areas with
no visible hair. Then they spontaneously kissed again, their erections
pressed up and back against themselves, being rubbed between their joined
bodies.
"All right, you lovebirds. Into the bedroom."
"You can't wait to slip into some silky panties."
"Your favorite colors are pink and lavender and lemon and lime."
"Plus you tingle when you see lace and ruffles and mesh and..." Christie
bit her lips as she tried to think of more girly fashion highlights.
"... ribbons and bows."
"Along with anything else that's super-sissy-sexy."
As they walked the guys toward the bedroom they offered tips on their
gait and body language, with emphasis on limp wrists, swinging hips, and
frequent self-touching. They encouraged them whenever they patted their
hair, held their faces between both hands, or ran their fingers down
their bare chests. There was one more unprompted hug and kiss before
they were in the bedroom. The girls produced items they had purchased
for this occasion, two shiny crimson shopping bags full of them. They
handed each guy a pair of satiny panties and mentioned how much they
would be stimulated by running them lightly over their already stiff
nipples. First they did it to themselves and then reached out to do it
to their partner. After much sighing and purring they stepped into the
lightweight garments and drew them up their legs. The girls urged them
to strike pin-up poses, which they cooperatively did, flaunting their
bodies not at the females but at each other.
"Now how about some pretty tops," Madison offered, taking two from the
nearest bag.
The newly minted sissies went ooh and ahh at what they saw, which were
the briefest of bedwear, with spaghetti straps, gathered pink material,
and a length that barely extended past mid-chest. The victims happily
put them on, smoothing them down and cooing over how sweet they looked.
They pranced around, flapping their hands in the air and licking their
lips. They kept drifting back together to share more kisses.
Next came stockings, which they rolled up their legs while sitting close
together on the side of the bed. After one more promenade around the
room they began to appear sleepy. Madison and Christie glanced at each
other. The drug was wearing off. Still, the men wouldn't be able to
assert themselves for a while. What they would be able to do was become
very aware of how they were being reprogrammed and the fact that a second
dose of the compound could hardwire their new preferences into their
brains, so they could never be eliminated. The girls led them to the
living room and sat them on the leather couch.
"So," Madison began, "here's the way it works. We can stop now and you
wimps can go home, rest up, and get over this. It will just be a memory
you wish you could get rid of but that's all."
"Or," Christie picked up the thread, "we can give you a second shot of
the drug that went into your drinks earlier, and that will make the
condition permanent. Anything else that we add will be non-erasable
too."
"What's it going to be, sissies? Do you want to be addicted to acting
like candy-colored, tangerine-sweet, cock-minded, suck-babies? Hmmm? Or
would you rather get back to your old, upper class, king-of-the-world
lives?"
Jerrold opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he was having
difficulty making it work. He said, "Please. We've had enough. Don't
do that to us." His voice was subtly shifting between masculine and
feminine.
Herbert joined in with, "It would be terrible for us to be trapped in a
sissy mindset. I mean, we're straight guys. How would we manage if we
were... you know... obsessed with... gay sex."
"And wearing lingerie," Jerrold reminded them. "It's too awful to think
about."
"Well, maybe while you're still not able to fight back, we should do
something to help you make a final decision. How about a little...
make-up?"
"No," Jerrold protested weakly. "Not that."
"It might be too much," Herbert said. "I mean, I feel like I'm not
myself already. If you make it so my face doesn't even look like me it
might... push me over the edge."
Madison considered that. "On the other hand," she argued, "it might make
you stand up for yourself. So it really could be a good thing. Let's do
it."
"Nooooo."
"You won't know until we try."
"You sweeties stay right there on the sofa. Grab a few more kisses while
you wait, if you'd like to."
As the girls went to fetch cosmetics, the guys looked hungrily at each
other's mouths. They were visibly fighting their inner drives to swap
spit again. Yet they were slowly drawn together as if my some invisible
force. Their lips met and their tongues automatically started to slide
all over each other. It disgusted them but they couldn't stop. It was a
frightening preview of what their lives might be like from now on. Then
their hands slid up under those mini-tops and resumed playing nipple
games, to the sounds of sighs and high-pitched whimpers.
"All right you," Madison said when they returned. "Stop that tonsil
hockey. Let's pretty you up and see how that affects your decision."
The guys sat there, unable to resist but hating every second of it.
Their features were made over with eyebrow pencils, eyeliner, false
lashes, shadow, blush, lipstick, and outlines around their mouths. When
they were allowed to see each other they gulped audibly.
"No, no, no," Jerrold squealed, his voice entirely girly.
"Please turn us back into boys," Herbert begged, sounding like a
kindergartener.
The girls told them to stay seated. They left the room for a few minutes
and came back carrying two fresh drinks. The guys shook their heads but
only very slowly.
"Now come on Jerrold. Or should I say Geraldine?"
"And you too, Herbert. But let's change that to... Herminie."
"You sissies have to take your medicine." Madison brought the rim of the
glass up to Jerrold's brightly colored lips. "Drink it all, sweet
cheeks."
"And you." Christie did the same with Herbert. "Every last drop."
The guys appeared ready to cry, they were so distressed, and so unable to
say no. They parted their lips and allowed the liquid to flow over their
tongues and down their throats. Then the girls made them lick their
lips. And lick each other's lips. The boys were quivering all over.
"Oh dear," said Madison with phony sympathy. "I think we may have gone
too far."
"Maybe," agreed Christie. "I guess we shouldn't put any more sissy
thoughts into their heads in the next hour."
"Right. What sort of things shouldn't we say directly to them, which
would make our words stick?"
"We should avoid ideas like..." Christie looked straight at the drugged
males. "You two will find cocks irresistible. And you will be
especially attracted to big ones."
"The larger the better," offered Madison. "And heavy balls. Those will
be like catnip to you kitties."
"In fact, you'll seek out big strong men. With lots of body hair."
"And muscles. If they wear muscle shirts and worn jeans and boots,
that's a bonus."
"You'll check out guys you see, with special attention to their crotches,
trying to estimate through their pants if they have those overgrown cocks
you crave. Cocks. Huge cocks. Thick ones. With big cockheads. And
raised veins."
"Loving those cocks will remind you of how inferior what you have between
your legs is. You will always wish you had more in that department."
"At the same time, because you are such complete sissies, you will
understand that having unspectacular dicks is part of your identity."
"When you find those killer cocks you will want to touch them. Get them
hard. Smell them. Taste them. And make them spurt in your mouths."
The guys wore stunned expressions. They were still trying to fight this
new wave of indoctrination but the drugs were winning. Jerrold parted
his lips and got a dreamy look. Herbert reached over to fondle his
friends genitals through his panties.
Madison went on, "You will be wildly attracted to male sweat, body
scents, and the natural oil on men's scalps."
"Semen will be like ambrosia to you. The taste of it will be addictive.
You will never be able to get enough."|
"But every time you succeed. Whenever you get a monster cock in your
mouth and lick and suck it until it spurts, you will feel guilty after
it's done."
"You will experience terrible pangs of remorse. How could you be such a
pervert? Going cock hunting like that? Sniffing crotches and lapping
balls? Afterwards you will invariably have attacks of regret."
"Except that soon after that your need for more of the same will come
back. And build and build until you can't stop yourself from going after
it again."
"Abasing yourself in front of any stud who has what you can't go
without."
"Offering to do whatever he wants, no matter how kinky."
"And loving it."
"Until he's done using you. Which is when you'll be overwhelmed by
guilt."
"Which will lead to the whole cycle replaying itself, over and over, for
so long as you both shall be sissies."
"In other words... always."
"You can't..." Jerrold groaned, "... do this... to us."
"We'll never be the same," whined Herbert.
"That's correct, Geraldine and Herminie," Madison said with a smile.
"You will be two panty wearing, perfume loving, cock sucking fag boys."
"And one more thing," Christie went on with a malicious twinkle in her
eye. "You will invite the men in your lives, those endless quickies and
one-night stands and back alley horndogs, to take advantage of your very
available asses."
"Noooo."
"Not that."
"Oh yes. Plenty of that. You will wag your butts at men and rub up
against them. You won't feel fulfilled until you get your tail ends
filled. That will be the most important part of your sex lives, getting
stuffed. And loving it. But then feeling utter self-loathing at what
you've done."
"Going home with a used condom hanging out between your butt cheeks."
"You tailpipe sore."
"Hating yourself for being such sluts."
"But then going right back to wanting more of the same."
"Cuddling together and trading stories about all the sex you've had."
"And since none of those big strong men are going to want to do anything
to you queers except use you, you'll have to get your own relief another
way."
"With each other."
"By using your hands and mouths."
"On those unexciting, average, or less than average, sissy dicks."
"But," Jerrold said without conviction, "we're not that way."
"Right," Herbert backed him up with a final flicker of hope.
"Not yet. But while you're still under the influence of that drug,
anything you do will become internalized and then stick with you."
"And you do want to do some mutual dick licking."
"Ball sucking."
"Running your hands all over each other."
"Ending up with a mouthful of spunk."
That second dose of the drug was at its peak effectiveness. Unable to
contradict what the girls said, the sissies slid off the sofa and onto
the floor. They licked their way up and down each other's bodies. As if
by unspoken agreement, they assumed the classic 69 position. They lapped
and sucked those dicks, swirled their tongues around them, and massaged
balls. The girls sat and watched the two-person orgy. Madison had one
more inspiration and told them they would ejaculate prematurely, which
they promptly did. Christie cautioned them not to swallow. She had the
pair get up on their knees, face-to-face, and join their open mouths,
passing the double load of cum back and forth, mixing it with saliva, and
having some of it run down the back of each one's throat with every
exchange. Finally what they were sharing was more spit than sperm and
they were allowed to ingest whatever remained. They clung to each other,
sobbing as they were overcome by guilt at their lewd behavior.
"There you go, lover-boys. In a while we'll kick you out onto the
street. You can keep those pretty undies and everything else to wear
them under your male drag. There's a bar down on Seventh Street, near
the industrial park. At night after all the workers are done drinking
and go home it fills up with some real rough types. Perfect for you sex-
crazed size-queens. One whiff of all the testosterone in there and
you'll be in rough-trade heaven."
"We'll show you how to touch up your faces before you leave. Right now
they're pretty messed up and you both have cream around the corners of
your mouths."
"But those dudes will be pretty easygoing about your appearance. They're
less interested in how you look than in what you're willing to do."
"And to have done to you. Maybe you can even get yourselves spanked.
Because you both love to be disciplined. Mmmm."
"So snuggle together and then, when you can't wait any longer to start
your nightly adventures, let us know and we'll make sure you're ready to
go. You can get rid of your unsightly body hair before you leave. And
keep it off from now on. In fact, treat yourselves to permanent laser
hair removal."
The guys held onto each other, sitting on the floor, leaning against the
sofa. They looked at their similarly smeared lipstick and runny eye
shadow. Of course the girls had gotten cheap make-up to create that
result. And soon they would be sending their well-programmed subjects
out to start their new existences. Madison and Christie hadn't bothered
to tell them that whatever else they did, any unexpected additions to
their menu of practices, would also become part of who they were, as
permanent as everything they had been taught this evening. Let them
discover that for themselves. Why spoil the surprise? Geraldine and
Herminie had to understand that this was all for fun.
*********
(Well, that was heavy on the action, wasn't it? And those guys are going
to be quite busy from now on, aren't they?)
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