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-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) To my valued readers - - There is quite a bit more to my diary. Here is what you may read thus far. Let me know if you want to read even more. (Part One starts here.) (Part Two starts at Chapter 6.) (Part Three starts at Chapter 9.) (Part Four starts at Chapter 13.) Introduction - May 6, 1953. This is a true story - as true as I can tell it, as true as I can put to words. There will be skeptics who doubt the veracity, but that is a measure beyond my control. Forgive me if I am not the best of all authors. Truth be told, I am no author at all. If I jump from first person to second person to third, then please forgive me. I write down my story as I remember it - not perhaps as a literary teacher might wish. I tell this you for a fact - an undeniable fact - that every sentence you are about to read is true. As true as the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening. Should any doubt find its way into your mind - any doubt at all - in any reader, no matter where you may be or what the year is when you read this manuscript - I promise that all your doubts can and will vanish. One simple act will remove any and all doubts that you have. All you need do is come and visit me - set your eyes upon me, upon my body as it is now and as it is for every day of my life - and all doubt will be erased. Should you visit me, we needn't speak together, we needn't talk - but we may if you so wish it. One look at me, at what I now am, and you will believe - you will not have the slightest doubt, of this I am certain - more certain than of anything in the else in this world or any other. This is not a story. This is a diary. Now, the history of what made me thus: --- Paradise Trail By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 1 Jack was not having a good day. He was riding in his friend Alexandra's car. Alexandra was driving him to the oral surgeon today to have his wisdom teeth removed, and he was not looking forward to it. Alexandra would have to drive Jack back home after the tooth extractions because they were going to put him to sleep. Jack would be too woozy to drive home himself. "I hope her car engine breaks and I can't make the appointment," Jack thought - then added "The only good engine is a dead engine" and laughed at that a bit. "In fact, the only good dentist is a dead dentist," he thought, but then changed his mind and thought, "No, that's being cruel - cruel to all the ghosts that would now have a dentist among them!" They pulled into the parking lot, with Jack wishing there was more time to think bad thoughts about dentists, oral surgeons, and anybody else related in any shape, fashion or form to the dental professions. Jack signed in at the reception desk and was handed what looked like an encyclopedia's worth of forms to fill out. He filled them out as fast as he could, hardly even reading them and signing wherever he saw a blank line, then handed them back to the receptionist. Before long a dental assistant came through a door and called his name. He got up and followed her into a room. "There's one bright spot to this whole day," Jack thought, watching the attractive assistant's hind quarters as she walked. The assistant led Jack to a room with the standard dental equipment - chair, moveable light, trays with tools, drawers, etc. She sat Jack down in the chair, clipped a napkin under his neck, and started arranging the tools on her tray. As she worked she said, "Everything will be fine, Jack - so just relax and it will all be over before you know it." Just then a nurse walked in, wheeling an IV tray with a bottle and tube hanging down. "I'm here to start your anesthesia, Jack." she said. "You won't even notice a thing once we put you to sleep - and it will all be over before you even know it." The nurse looked at Jacks arms, found a spot she liked, and quickly stuck a needle into one of Jacks veins, and then she started the drip. While this was going on the oral surgeon came into the room. Sitting in the medical chair, looking at Jack and saying, "Well, how are we doing today, Jack? Open wide and let me have a look please" and Jack didn't even have time to answer before she had put some tools and fingers inside his. mouth. Jack was surprised the oral surgeon was a woman. She put some kind of spreader in Jack's mouth saying something about how this would help keep his mouth open while asleep. "This will go quite easily, Jack," the woman said, "Nothing difficult about it. Just you relax now - I am going to start the anesthetic. This is a very fast acting type" she said as she stuck a syringe into a rubber port on the IV tubing, and started pushing the plunger on the syringe. The fluid was milky colored, and Jack could see it flowing down the IV tube and then into his arm. "This wont take lonnnngggg aaatttttt" and Jack felt very dizzy for a moment, then sleep took him. The oral surgeon looked at the nurse and said, "He's out - completely out, we can begin." And at this point the oral surgeon picked up some dental pliers and without any further hesitation grasped one of Jack's upper front teeth with the pliers and, grasping strongly with every finger of her hand around the pliers, twisted and pulled that tooth right out. She laid it in a metal bowl that was on her tray of tools. Blood started dripping down out of the hole into Jack's gums. Without even a moments delay, the oral surgeon applied the pliers to Jack's other upper front tooth, squeezing her pliers down hard - HARD and with a TWIST and PULL and CRACKING sound that tooth came out too. Dropping it in the bowl beside the first one there was a another "clink". Blood gushed briefly out of that hole, then it just oozed out along with the blood from the first hole. The oral surgeon continued with her task - soon all the upper teeth on the left side of Jack's mouth were gone. Half of his face looked like a wreck - blood oozing, with swelling starting. She started on the upper right. The metal bowl made clack, clack, clack sounds as tooth after tooth dropped into the bowl. The nurse had started suctioning up the rather large amount of blood that would have otherwise filled Jack's mouth to overflowing. The oral surgeon continued her grisly task, now starting on the bottom row of teeth, and in just a few moments each and every one of those were laying in the metal bowl alongside Jack's upper teeth. Jack's mouth was a bloody mess, his jaws were now swollen like he had been in a prize-fight and lost - most dreadfully lost. The nurse continued to apply her suction to the gobbets of blood filling Jack's mouth. "Ready to move," said the oral surgeon to the nurse. The nurse lowered the back of the dental chair until Jack was nearly lying flat. Then she stepped on a device at the base of the chair - wheels lowered down at which point she and the oral surgeon pushed the chair with reclining Jack down the hall. Through another door they went, down a hall, and then into a much larger room. In the center of this room was what looked like an operating room table. The nurse and oral surgeon, working together, lifted Jack's unconscious body from the dental chair and placed him on the table. With some scissors the nurse started cutting off Jack's clothing. When she was done Jack lay naked on the table. Blood still oozed out of his mouth - the nurse wiped most of it up then used another suction device in his mouth again. The oral surgeon - if indeed that's what she was - opened doors to several tall metal cabinets. Inside was a great deal of electronic equipment which looked quite advanced indeed. She opened some drawers and removed some tools and a stainless steel case, setting all these on a rolling tray beside the operating table. Meantime, the nurse started three more IV's on Jack, each having their own different types of bottles, all of which were now dripping into Jack's body. Then the nurse picked up a spray bottle from the tray and, holding Jack's mouth open, sprayed it all around the inside of Jack's mouth. "Coagulant applied, Doctor" she said - and indeed the bleeding inside Jack's mouth stopped almost instantly. She used the suction device to remove all the remaining blood from Jack's mouth, and wiped the rest from his swollen cheeks. Now the "Doctor" readied the the stainless steel case. She attached cables to ports in the case - seventy-six in all. With all the cables attached, she opened the case. Inside were - teeth! Well, teeth, yes, but very strange looking teeth they were. Each was held in a transparent cell in the case. The top portions of the teeth were normal looking, as were most of the root portions. But the bottom parts of the roots - the tips - were not normal. The "Doctor" used a different type of pliers to remove one of the teeth. She examined it closely, and could see that there was some kind of moving/living/metallic - thing at the base of each root. "Ready with the first implant, Nurse" she said. The nurse picked up and placed another tool in Jack's mouth. The Doctor bent over Jack and using the special pliers placed the artificial tooth into the rear upper hole in Jack's jaw. Just before she inserted it she could see very small tentacles (wires?) extending from the roots - they seemed to be reaching down into the socket where there used to be a tooth. Then the Doctor pressed and the tooth went firmly into the socket. With the first "tooth" in place, the Doctor proceeded to fill all the empty sockets in Jack's mouth. Then she tested a few of them - using the pliers tool to give a fairly firm tug on several of the teeth. "They seem well-docked" she told the nurse. "Bring the scanner." The nurse picked up a complicated handheld device which had a square screen on it. The Doctor held it against Jack's jaws and on the screen you could see a ghostly image of Jack's mouth and teeth. But, on closer examination, you could see a great many extremely tiny lines emanating from the roots of each tooth. The lines moved slightly and grew longer and longer, bending back and stretching towards the back of Jacks jaw, then bending up towards where his jaw met his skull at the ears. The lines on the screen grew longer and longer, taking an inward bend now - the Doctor moved the scanner screen a bit and watched as the hair- thin lines moved deeper into Jack's skull, passing through the bone and extending into Jack's brain. Suddenly all the lines separated into thousands and thousands of even smaller threads, threads that were so microscopically small you could not see any one of them. But you could see them as a nebulous cloud, splitting again and again into a cloud that grew further and further inside Jack's brain until every part of his his brain was touched by the millions/billions of sub-microscopic wires. "Deployment is complete" stated the Doctor. "Bring the self-calibration unit." The nurse wheeled another tray over which had two shoebox sized electrical devices. She placed one on the left side of Jack's head while the Doctor placed the other on the right. The Doctor activated both the units with some switches, then waited. After a few seconds, Jack's body started twitching, shivering, and making various motions at random. These lessened after a three or four minutes, then stopped all together. Then Jack started moving his head from side to side, opened and closed his mouth, made a fist in each hand and released it. Then he became priapic - his penis moved a bit, grew swollen, then completely stiff. This lasted for a minute, then it quickly shrunk down again. This happened three times, and each time his penis seemed to get even harder than the previous time. The third time ended with an ejaculation which the nurse wiped up with a cloth. "Calibration is successful, bring the implementors." The nurse removed the two calibration units and replaced them with two other units that had a somewhat similar look, but had a much more complicated design. The Doctor set these up, then she asked for the receivers. The nurse brought out several curved units which she assembled in sections around the top of Jack's skull. These contained hundreds and thousands of tiny devices on them, and the whole thing formed a kind of hollow shell around Jack's skull. The Doctor said, "I believe the preparations are sufficiently complete. Bring in our customer, please." The nurse went through another door and in a moment returned with a man and a woman, both of whom looked fit and attractive, more so than would seem normal. The Doctor spoke to them. "The subject is ready. The implementors are in place and ready - ready to stimulate every single nerve cell in the brain - any, all, or any combination in between. They have been set to block muscle movement - except for what is necessary to keep the subject in good health. Calibration was completed without a single difficulty. The recorders are in place and fully operational - they too are ready to record the activity of every single nerve cell in said subject's brain." "Excellent" said the lady. "Shall we begin without delay?" --- Jack was now in a situation which he could could not comprehend even if he was conscious. He was now the subject of a black market group - one that used advanced technology to record and then sell full mind-and-body adventures to extremely rich clients. These clients had all the equipment to re-live the entire experience that Jack was about to encounter. Only Jack wouldn't really be encountering it - he would receive directly into his brain stimulations from the billions of implanted wires. To him it would be indistinguishable from reality. The wires were two-way communication lines - not only would they send activating currents to each and every nerve cell, they could also detect when any nerve cell in Jack's brain fired of its own accord, as Jack reacted to the (seeming) world around him. The recorders would record every feeling, every thought, every single action of every single nerve cell in his brain. When played back with the proper equipment, every thought, emotion, feeling, and sensation would be re-lived by the person who was replaying the recording. It would be as if the person had actually become Jack - 100 percent - and they would for all intents and purposes relive Jack's life for the duration of the recording. These recording would sell for enormous amounts of money to their (very!) carefully selected clients. The sale of one single recording to one single client would bring in more money than a quite wealthy person would make in a lifetime. And there were more than a few clients to eager to buy. The difference was that these clients returned to their normal selves at the end of the playback. Such was not the case for Jack. --- -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 2 Jack woke up feeling quite well. He rubbed his tongue around to the back of his mouth, feeling the spots where the wisdom teeth had been removed. Everything seemed back to normal - he could hardly tell that anything had been done there. It had been two weeks since they had been removed. There had been some pain at first, but not too much. The most annoying thing had been the stitches - he had not been able to stop himself from rubbing his tongue against them, until they finally fell out on their own. Jack got up, showered, shaved, and had some breakfast - eggs over easy on toast, his favorite. He was going to go hiking today, and he wanted to make an early start of it. A week ago he had read of a new trail - new to him, anyway. The trail was about five miles up on one of the nearby mountains. It was rated at moderate difficulty - Jack's favorite type. Nothing too difficult, but not so easy that there was no challenge. He readied his backpack with just a few things - bottled water, camera, map and compass - and took off in his car. The drive to the mountain was only an hour and it went by very quickly. The closer he got to the start of the base of the mountain the narrower the roads got and the curvier they became - normal, Jack thought, for a mountain road. He reached the parking lot for the start of the trail - there were already a handful of cars parked there, so Jack knew there were already some hikers ahead of him. Jack got out, hefted the backpack in place and looked for the start of the trail. He saw a sign close by and went to read it - "Paradise Trail. Approx. 5 miles. Difficulty - Medium." He started out on the trail which quickly rose to a rather steep incline. Jack didn't slow any - just the opposite, he walked faster and soon was breathing hard. There were plenty of tree roots and rocks on the trail to help with the footholds. After about 10 minutes, Jack saw a hiker coming down the trail - a woman. He thought she must have started quite early to be returning so soon. As she got closer, Jack saw she was not attractive at all - in fact, Jack thought, if she did not have breasts, Jack thought he would not even have looked at her. They passed by without speaking. Continuing on, Jack climbed some portions of the trail that were mostly rock - nothing vertical, but still rather steep. After about a half hour of hiking, Jack saw another person coming down the trail. As they approached each other, Jack saw that this too was a woman - but remarkably better looking than the first had been. She had long red hair with gentle curls and quite a figure - including a rack that made Jack stare unabashedly as she passed. He hoped she hadn't noticed his staring but was sure that she had. Jack continued on the trail. After the four mile marker Jack decided it was time for a rest. He found a suitable rock and sat there, breathing hard, because the trail had been quite steep and strenuous for the past few minutes. He grabbed some water and was drinking it when around the curve of the trail came a knockout woman - stunningly beautiful! Jack couldn't believe it! She looked like a teenage boy's dream girl. Blond hair down to her waist, breasts that were at least double D's, narrow waist, wide hips. She looked like she should be posing on the hood of a race car in a hot rod magazine. Jack felt his member swelling just watching her as she made her way down the trail. Her chest bounced with every step - bounced in a way that was impossible to ignore. Jack's bottle of water nearly dropped from his fingers and his mouth gaped open as she passed him by. She barely glanced at him as she stepped past. Jack watched appreciatively at her swiveling backside as she made her way down the trail to the next curve. Jack stood up - refreshed now, and sporting a hard-on that lessened as he worked his way up the final and steepest portion of the trail. Finally near the peak the sloping trail became less arduous, then nearly flat. The view was beautiful as Jack looked around - the valley below was breathtaking. As he finished the final bend of the trail, Jack saw a rather unexpected sight - a building entrance set into the mountain top. It was quite well done and designed so that it fit well with the mountaintop setting, but still he had not expected to find this at the trails end. All the same, it looked rather inviting - comfortable, even, and seemed to draw Jack in, so he walked up and entered the place. Inside was a cheerful reception area. Jack looked around and saw a bar and some dining tables. Before he could take it all in a quite attractive Hostess approached him and said, "How many today, please?" Jack said, "Just myself - one." "Follow me, then" and she led him off to the right. They stopped after just a few steps at a gambling table - a dice table. "All the guests get a free roll on their first visit. No charge" she said, with a warm smile. "We like to get things started right. The higher the roll, the higher the reward." And she handed him a pair of dice. Jack thought "That's great!" and threw the dice - they rolled an 8. He thought "I can do better than that" and grabbed the dice and threw them again, even as the Hostess was saying, "An eight - my, that is quite daring! Almost reckless, even" and as she was speaking the dice came up boxcars - double sixes. The Hostess looked at Jack - stunned, she looked bewildered. Her lips moved for a moment with no sound, and then finally out came 'No-one has ever rolled twice.' She seemed speechless after that - she just looked at me, dumbfounded. After about a minute she seemed to regain her composure. "You just rolled a twenty." "A TWENTY" she said again. "Oh my god," she said, taking my hand. "Let's get you to your room. Please, follow me." She took my hand and led me to some elevators. She seemed in quite a hurry. She pressed a level on the buttons and the elevator started down. In a brief moment we stopped and got off the elevator. "I am not sure where to put you now. MY GOD a Twenty - a Twenty - a TWENTY! Let's use room 222" and she hurried me down the hall and soon she opened the door to a room with that number outside the door. In we went and before I knew it she was unbuttoning my shirt and nearly ripping it off me. "We've got to get these off right away" she said - kneeling down on her knees, she yanked my shoes off - then not even unbuttoning my pants she yanked them down, along with my Fruit of the Looms. Then she shoved me in the gut, pushing me back so I sat kind of all splayed out on the couch that was behind me. She lifted my feet, ripping the pants and underwear off my legs. I didn't understand a single thing that was going on. And something went different. I felt dizzy, and before I knew it the Hostess had pressed her face between my legs, wrapped both of her hands around my backside and she was holding me quite tight, squeezing me hard with both of her hands on my buttocks. I was having a hard on - a big, fat, bulging one. The Hostess shoved her lips against the end of my dick and pressed her face hard against me, and my dick slid into her mouth - one hundred percent of me went right into her mouth. She CLAMPED both my buttocks hard with her fingers - fingernails digging deep, fingers holding on tight, with my entire dick inside her mouth. She used all of her strength to squeeze me into her face. My dick was past way past the back of her throat, and she was bending her neck so she could get more of me inside her. Her arms pulled hard against me as she mashed her face into my groin with all of her strength - and damn she was strong - STRONG! I was in a vise and my dick was in her mouth and halfway down her throat. And then I exploded - exploded like a sixteen inch gun blasting the mountain tops at Iwo Jima! My balls were on fire and I was shooting cum non-stop into this ladies throat. BAM BAM BAM I was smashing my groin into her face like a pile-driver, and my dick was going crazy! It felt like fireworks were exploding inside my dick with each and every pump. My whole body shook and shivered and clenched and quivered and then wham . . . Wham . . . WHAM . . . W H A M . . . W H A M . . . W H A M ! ! ! Strangeness SLAMMED my whole entire body. She was sucking my dick down, deep down into her throat, and it suddenly felt reversed - she was inside me, inside my groin, and I almost fell over on the couch as the top half of my body got heavy - very heavy, and I felt her hair rubbing against my chest - no against my bosoms, against my breasts - I HAD BREASTS, and GOD They Were Whoppers!!!! Spilling out of my chest and nearly onto the top of her head. They were suddenly there and so huge and heavy and big that they reached down to her head - my bosoms were falling all over her head and . . . I felt her tongue slide around the inside of my goin - I FELT HER TONGUE INSIDE ME. My God her tongue - - INSIDE ME! INSIDE MY GROIN, inside my vagina, in she went with it, out and in, out and in! Where the hell was my dick, it had been deep inside her mouth just moments before, and now . . . Now . . . Now my body was SMASHED with an orgasm as that Hostess woman pulled her tongue out of my vagina and licked my clitoris. I very nearly collapsed. Every muscle in my body was quivering, trembling and shaking. Her tongue slipped up and slid down on my clitoris and each time it was like a earthquake in my body that just WOULD NOT STOP!!! Every muscle in my body was shaking and - I WAS HAVING A FEMALE ORGASM - Oh god oh god oh god my body rocked and rocked with such pleasure, spasm after spasm and it was all coming from that woman, that Hostess, who was now licking my vagina and my clitoris, one after the other, again and again and again. Finally she slowed, and then looked up at me. Looking down I saw - and felt - my bosoms were resting on each side of her head. MY BOSOMS! They were larger than I had seen on any other woman. She was looking up at me with her head at my groin - then she smiled and stuck her finger in her mouth, wetted it, and pushed it up into my vagina. P L E A S U R E - P U R E P L E A S U R E through and through shot into my body from between my legs, from inside my vagina as the Hostess lady wiggled her finger inside me. I was about to come again - I WAS ABOUT TO COME AGAIN - she shoved another finger up me - - - AND THE ORGASM ROCKED MY BODY - rocked it without stop as I spasmed with those fingers inside me blasting me with feelings that no man has ever felt before. I had another orgasm, then another, or maybe they were all the same one, I didn't know. When it all finished, I was wiped out, spent. My mind was going Zing Zing Zing, and I hardly knew where I was. The Hostess lifted her head from between my legs and said, "You have just started, Monique. Just started, and who knows where it will end. There are stages. You rolled a TWENTY - you rolled Twenty and most people never roll more than four - maybe a five if they are lucky. You rolled the dice twice. And you are only in the very beginning of stage one!" -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 3 I looked down at the Hostess, seeing her face in between my two huge bosoms. MY TWO HUGE BOSOMS. She lifted up from between my legs and crept forward now, not stopping until her face was in between my new breasts and they were resting on her shoulders. I also felt them pressing against the sides of her face. "Best get you to the bed, I think. You are not done with all your changes, that's for sure," she said to me, and then stood up herself. She lowered her hand to me to help me and I took it. I could barely stand up, even with her help - my new body was so different. My bosoms were large! Larger than I had ever seen on any other woman. The Hostess woman gaped at them and said to me, "I can't believe this is happening to you - you are only on the first stage and look at yourself." And I did, I looked at myself as best I could. Looking down pretty much all I could see were bosoms. "You look like sex" the Hostess said to me. "You look like someone took liquid female sex and poured it into your body until it filled every part of you - from the tips of your toes to the top of your head! We need to get you to the bed" she said, and took my hand and led me to the bed, pulling the covers down. I lay down on the bed. My bosoms were so stiff and tumescent they felt like they were about to burst. Looking down I saw nipples that were stuck out - stuck out and bulging like they were about to burst. The aureoles were big and had some little bumps on them, and had some little crinkly wrinkles where they met the nipples. The Hostess saw where I was looking. She reached out and pinched one of my nipples. It sent shocking feelings - from where her fingers touched and then down into my entire breast and even then into my chest and my whole body! It was like a lighting bolt started at my nipple and branched into my breast and branched out more shooting from there into my whole body - a bolt of pleasure. "These are going to need milking" she said to me and she pinched my other nipple too, sending another jolt of electric feelings through pretty much my entire body. "We once had someone who rolled a six - she needed breast pumps applied nearly every hour. You rolled twenty - My God, I can't believe you did that!" she said and started squeezing my nipples with both her hands, squeezing at my aureoles with her fingers and then sliding those squeezing fingers up my nipples. Milk shot out - shot out in a shower from both of them! She slid her fingers down to my aureoles again, squeezed me with her fingers, still using both hands and slid them up to the tips of my nipples and milk showered out again. And again. And again. Then she lowered her face, moving both hands to cup one bosom and pressed her lips against my nipple. She slowly sucked it into her mouth, and then gave a nice strong pulling suck and deeper in my nipple went, into her mouth, and I could feel the milk squirting out of me and filling her mouth. She sucked again and used her hands to press and squeeze my bosom and even more milk came out of me. Again, and again, and again. She continued to suck on me and then moved her hands around on my other bosom. As she drank milk from this one she was hand pumping the other one, like she was milking a cow. Then she took one hand away from my bosom and slid it down to my belly- button, where she played with it for just a moment. I felt it going lower then, lower and lower until she had placed it between my legs. She spread my lips down there - God, I had lips there, not a cock like I had always had for my entire life - and she gently - every so gently - touched my clitoris - the lightest touch you can imagine. That ever-so-gentle touch sent a shock through my whole body - like I had been hit by a runaway locomotive! I was instantly in an orgasm of sex - sex, sex, unbelievable female sex! With that one little touch my whole being was shattered - smashed with sex, every muscle I had cramped down as she touched me there. She slid her finger around and it was like my whole body was electrified by this one tiny spot in my pussy - shivers of sex shot out from it as she slid her finger on me down there and filled every inch of my skin, every inch of my insides, every cell in my brain with sex, Sex, FEMALE SEX. Her mouth and tongue pulled my bosom into her mouth and milk gushed out of it. I writhed on the bed, SEX screaming into my brain as she nursed one bosom and squeezed the other and GOD IT FELT LIKE MY PUSSY WAS AN ATOMIC BOMB - A FEMALE ATOMIC BOMB!!! I thrashed on the bed, arms writhing, legs hard as boards but still jerking around. Jolts of pleasure shook my entire body, and my brain screamed into me SEX - SEX - SEX SEXXXX SSSEEEXXXXX, stronger and stronger and - And then she took her hand away from my pussy, away from my clitoris, and slowly, ever-so-slowly this began to fade and I lay there on the bed, with parts of my body still quivering, and the Hostess lifted her face away from my bosom and stopped pumping me with her other hand. She lifted both her hands to my face, putting one hand on each of my cheeks and said, "My God, Monique - if this is what you are now, at stage one, what will you be like at the next stage?" I had no answer, my brain was filled with SEX like no man had ever experienced, like no man had ever imagined. My whole body felt like quivering jelly, there wasn't a single part of me I could control. I could hardly understand what the Hostess was saying to me. My hips were still pumping up and down, but they finally slowed. The Hostess held my face tighter and said, "Well - those milk faucets are turned on, that's for sure" she said and poked at my nipples with a couple of fingers. "We've got to get you on pumps." She stood up, going to another room, coming back with a rolling tray. She flipped a switch and something stared humming, took two conical pieces from there with tubes attached and held both of them to my bosoms. Pressing them against me, my nipples got sucked up into them hard - and milk shot out of both of them. Then the suction relaxed, and then it went again pulling my nipples hard into them with more milk shooting out of me. With each and every suck my nipples sent those electric bolts of pleasure - sent it from my nipples into nearly my entire body - and I mean even down into my toes - - and each suck sent shocking electric bolts of SEX into my brain. Every pump of my bosoms shot feelings of SEX into my brain and I was starting to pump my hips because it was so damn sexy I Could Not Stop MySelf. And it was happening to ME!!! The Pumps would Pump. The SHOCKS of feelings shot from my nipples into my bosoms and into my body - and into my brain! Pump - pump - pump - Pump - Pump - Pump - PUMP - PUMP - PUMP The pumps pulled at my bosoms and milk shot out of me every time and PUMP - PUMP - PUMP - PUMP - PUMP - and SEX shot into my brain with every PUMP. And then I was in another orgasm, SEX SEX SEX SCREAMING into my brain from my bosoms which were shooting out milk again and again and PUMP - PUMP - PUMP and that machine sucked my nipples into the cones again and again and again and I was in a daze, a PUMPing daze of an ORGASM which took over my body and I writhed in the bed, writhed, shook, twitched, and I WAS PUMPED - I was pumped and out milk pumped, pumped PUMPED PUMPED and PUMPED and the milk just kept coming and never stopped. Finally my orgasm stopped - after who knows how long, I don't know. But the pump Pump PUMP never stopped, and my bosoms just made more and more and more milk and the PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP on my bosoms continued and every single PUMP sent waves of SEX into my brain so powerful that there was barely room left for any other thought. I could hardly stop myself from having another orgasm, I was right on the brink. I looked around for the Hostess and she was getting something from another cabinet. It was a u-shaped thing. "Best we put this in now, Dearie" she said, while I was getting PUMP PUMP PUMP. She held it down between my legs and pushed it at my pussy - and in it went, up inside me, I felt the thing in my vagina. It was big and fat amd I was stuffed full in there and PUMP PUMP PUMP milk was still shooting out of both of my bosoms. Pump - pump - PUMP. The Hostess was wiggling the thing inside me and I felt the top part of the U shaped thing pressing on my hood and clitoris. "This has a suction cup to help the process" she said and she pressed that suction cup down against my clitoris and it took hold, and that sent shivers all over my body. Then she turned it on and WHAM - vibrations shot into my vagina and ON TO MY CLITORIS and PUMP PUMP PUMP and those vibrations shot through my whole body and it was like she had stuck an electric eel up my vagina!!! WHAM WHAMMY WHAMMYYY my vagina clamped down on that vibrator and shock after shock shot out from my clitoris into my whole body and my leg muscles cramped down until they were as stiff as rocks and my belly muscles tightened into steel and SEX SEX SEX SEX screamed right from my vagina and clitoris straight into my brain while I orgasmed - and orgasmed - and orgasmed - and PUMPED MILK, and orgasmed and pumped more and my vagina and clitoris slammed SEX into my brain until I was in a daze, a whole body and brain haze of such intensity and for such a long time that I can't even remember most of it. Finally the Hostess pulled the vibrator out of my vagina - there was a pop as the suction cup let loose of my clitoris. I was still on the pumps, both my bosoms were giving milk and weren't slowing down. Pump, Pump, Pump the machine pulled pulled pulled my nipples into the cones and milk, milk, milk came out of me. Even worn out as I was those pumps on my breasts continued to stimulate my nipples so strongly that I could hardly even think of any other thought than the pumps on my bosoms and the electric shots of sexual stimulation that shot through my whole body with every single pump. I lay in the bed barely able to move, on the verge of orgasm with every single pump. --- Meanwhile, back at the laboratory - The clients reviewed the recording thus far. "This is excellent work, Doctor - better than we expected in fact. Our first payment has been sent to your account - along with an incentive bonus for good performance. It is in fact quite a generous incentive bonus, I can assure of of that - you will have no disappointment when you check the deposit." "Now, as for Stage Two - as we discussed, our buyers are a very special group. Most can easily afford what you have produced thus far. But Stage Two - well, that is quite a different story. The price for Stage Two will be a staggering amount. That's not to say that our clients cannot afford it - most can. But, buyers of Stage Two therefore will expect commensurate returns for their investment. And what they expect is pleasure, Doctor - pleasure beyond anything they have ever experienced, beyond what any person alive has ever experienced. And we are not talking about everyday pleasures, Doctor - you know the kind of pleasures our buyers are expecting - also you know the riches they will expend for this. The payment for a successful Stage Two will make your Stage One payment seem like a drop in the bucket. Riches exceeding what you might earn in a hundred lifetimes are within your grasp now - if only you can deliver." "Deliver I can, and deliver I shall," said the Doctor. "It used to be thought that there was a single pleasure center in the brain - but science has revealed an entire framework of these, scattered throughout the brain. Many - perhaps even most - of these pleasure centers are dormant and thus unused in the brain. That constraint has now been bypassed with the active control of every single cell in this subject's brain." "We now have the means, method, and opportunity to send this subject" - and she poked Jack in the ribs as he lay there unmoving on the surgery table - "into a place where no woman - least of all any man - has ever been." "Have no concern about whether your buyers will receive satisfaction when they purchase Stage 2." "The first action to take is to increase the voltage to the primary pleasure receptor in the subject's brain. When the time is right there will be increments in three areas - 1. Increase stimulation to both the primary and dormant pleasure receptors in the subjects brain. 2. Increase the precise types of stimulation that you have requested. 3. Step by increasing step, boost the subject's sensitivity to stimulations, then boost them again." "Yes,", the Doctor said to the clients, "Stage Two implementation will begin immediately. Limited implementation at first - but it will proceed as planned and thus it WILL INCREASE - and increase, and increase - without end or..." "Sex drive," the buyer said, interrupting. "There must be sex drive far above the norm. Greater than what any normal person can even comprehend or imagine." The Doctor replied, "This too will come into play - but at what stage is unknown at present. At certain points, as the subject hits certain pre- determined implementation points of Stage Two and above levels - spikes of voltage will peak into the sex centers of the brain such as never have been..." Then quite a bit later it was said "... at first like a speck of dust in a breeze, this will increase until it will be like a brick through a plate glass window..." At one point another contractual item was under discussion - - "Taste, Doctor - her taste must be beyond compare." The Doctor agreed and said "At the appropriate stage and above, her taste will be like a drug - like an addiction. Anyone who catches even the briefest whiff of her pussy will be captivated. Anyone who tastes further inside of her will be for all intents and purposes enthralled." Then another point came and the conversations of the Doctor and clients went on for quite some time. After negotiations were completed, the Doctor walked to the surgery table where Jack lay. The nurse was shaving all around his groin, removing every bit of hair. Jack's penis was stiff and hard. As she watched the nurse had to wipe Jack's belly with a cloth to clean another of his ejaculations. The recording machines continued with their functions - capturing every impulse and reaction from every cell in Jack's brain - without the possibility of loss or error. -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 Chapter 4 Monique was trying to go to sleep at the end of her first day. It seemed to take forever, even though she was totally exhausted. About an hour ago the Hostess had inserted the U-shaped vibrator into her vagina again for nearly fifteen minutes, during which time she had a massive, unending orgasm and now her whole body had felt as worn out as if she had run a marathon. Even now she had barely recovered . Now, after almost an hour of just laying in the bed with her bosoms hooked to the pumps, she was spent - exhausted to the point where she could barely keep her eyes open. As she thought about all the strange events of the day, Monique felt the pumps that were still on her bosoms, felt both her nipples being pulled into the plastic cones, felt the milk still squirting out of each nipple with each and every pump. She had tried removing them a few minutes ago but the pressure inside her bosoms and the swelling of her aureoles and nipples had become just too much - so much so that she had to put the cones back on to relieve the pressure, and so the pumping had continued just as before. Each and every pump still sent a jolt of wonderfully erotic stimulation from her nipples into her bosoms and from there into practically her entire body. Each and every pump sent a signal into her brain that could not be ignored - Jack was female now - female, female, the message kept shooting from his bosoms into his brain with every single pump. Her pussy was sopping wet; it had been dripping juices with every orgasm throughout the day. Even in between orgasms it still leaked - a lot. The Hostess had lifted her up and put a towel underneath her but even that towel was quite sopping wet - she could feel it beneath her. She had lost count of the number of orgasms this day. So tired, so sleepy, barely able to keep her eyes open any longer, she watched milk shower out of her nipples into the tubes, shower after shower, pump after pump, with no idea of where it was all going, as she slowly, slowly went to sleep this first night. She was too tired even for dreams. . . . Waking up was an unfamiliar novelty for Monique. To start with, she felt fresh - all the fatigue from yesterday was gone. She was instantly aware the pumps were no longer on her bosoms. And she felt good - really, really good, better than she had ever felt as a man; and she was happy - really very, very happy, for no apparent reason. Her breasts also felt larger and heavier, of that she was sure. It was as if they had grown overnight. Also she could feel her pussy. Not some vague feeling that she was now a woman who had a pussy, she could actually feel it - feel the lips, feel the inside of her vagina, she could even feel her cervix inside her at the top of her vagina. Nothing was inside her vagina, she was sure of that - but still she could feel every inch of her vagina, feel it inside of her, feel her clitoris, and feel both her inner and outer lips - she could feel all those just being there, being part of her body. Even without moving at all she felt them. This excited her - and made her feel even happier, if that was possible! She thought the might even feel the little wrinkles and folds inside her vagina. "Is this how women feel all the time?" Jack thought. "I haven't even moved a muscle since waking up and I am feeling sexy and excited. I think I will feel myself down there." She reached down to put her hand between her legs - well, she tried to, but her breasts were in her way. Only they were really in her way. So much in her way. She sat up - or tried to. It was hard - there was lots of weight on her her chest. She struggled to sit up as best she could and then looked down. "My God," she thought, "I have more breasts." Looking down Jack saw that she now had six bosoms down her front - three on the right, and three on her left, each pair just below the other. Each and every one was large - each a bit bigger than what she had when she fell asleep yesterday. They were all fat swollen bosoms with big fat swollen areoles and big fat swollen nipples - nipples which were like the ends of big fat swollen sausages sticking out. "Big swollen sausage sized things," she thought, and that thought made her smile "why are they so big, and so fat - they look like each one of them would pop if you only gave them a poke!" and she started laughing at this. She liked them - just looking at them made feelings of happiness swell in her brain. "Now I know I still have a man's mind, anyway - because just looking at these breasts is getting me turned on". For the first time she noticed a mirror in the room. It was positioned so that he could see himself - well, see herself. " O H M Y G O D " Jack thought, "the Hostess was right. I look like sex - not just like a female, not just like a woman, but like pure SEX was somehow shaped into a female body, the uttermost female body that there could possibly be. Then add more four more breasts - beautiful, full, plump, swollen bosoms just asking - no, begging - to be kissed, to be nursed." Jack lifted his arms above his head, bending his elbows a bit and touching his wrists together. His body - well her body - in the mirror looked like a pinup girl - only better - sexier and more beautiful than any woman Jack had ever seen. Long blonde hair framing her face, her breasts were a delight to see - and if you liked large (what man didn't?) then these were the ones for you. She laughed out loud at the thought and said "And I've got everyone else beat on quantity, too!" "It's so sexy," she thought, "so sexy, so sexy, sexy sexy, my body is so sexy! Just looking at me is giving me a hard on - well, getting me wet" as she watched and watched her bosoms, her body, in that mirror, and indeed she was getting turned on and her pussy was getting wet. The Hostess came in then, smiling a big beautiful smile and said, "Time for breakfast, Monique." She was pushing a tray with several breakfast items on it including fruits and some eggs. Jack said, "Good morning" to the Hostess - but he was still stunned, floored by seeing his body in the mirror. "Got a good look at yourself, then, did you Monique?" she said to me. "Absolutely smashing, that's what you are. Never seen anyone even close. Now, let's get breakfast started off with some strawberries, shall we - that sounds good, doesn't it?" "It sounds wonderful to me" Jack said. He thought that even his voice was sexy, without even trying to be. The Hostess took a bowl of strawberries from the tray and handed me one - it tasted so good. She gave me a small tray with more and I ate them all until I was full. The the Hostess said "Now, let's get breakfast started off with some strawberries, shall we - that sounds good, doesn't it?" "Didn't we just do that?" I asked? "We'll see, Monique, we'll just see. Now lay back for me, I have some things to get ready." I laid myself back down on the bed. I was happy to do anything the Hostess wanted. I felt so good - so fantastically good. "I'm to bring in some clients, so get yourself ready" she said. I thought I was a ready as I would ever be. The Hostess went to the door and with and a cheery smile and a wave she said "All is ready, come in please". And with that half a dozen or so ladies entered the room. Each found some chairs or ottomans in the room and pulled them up beside the bed. These women were lovely, and dressed very nicely - mostly in sundresses, and there was some cleavage showing on them. None of them were small in the bosom department, certainly. They all said hello to me, and I said hello back. No one thought it strange that I was laying naked on the bed. Then one on the right leaned over and took my topmost breast into her hands, and gently fondled it - that felt great! She leaned over and sucked my big, fat swollen nipple right into her mouth and started sucking - and that shocked my body - my whole damn body - with feelings I can barely describe. From my head to my toes it stunned me with pleasure, with such a powerful warmth and with sex - that feeling of female sex shot through me from my nipple into my breast and then into my body and brain again. I stiffened up like a board and a very sexy "Oh, oh, ohhhhh" came out of my throat. Then before I knew it two more of the ladies leaned in and took two more of my breasts into their mouths and sucked and licked my nipples with their tongues, and milk was shooting out of me now, out of me and into them. My pussy responded without even being touched - it felt electrified and I could feel every millimeter of it inside me, and my vagina started doing something - I don't know what but it sure felt damn good! And by now all six of my bosoms were being held by one of these beautiful women, and all my nipples were being drawn deep into their mouths with some powerful suction and milk flowed out of me - flowed and flowed and SEX screamed into my brain - and pleasure - and god, god, god I was going to come, and come I did. My back stiffened and I lifted my middle up off the bed and then down and then up again and down and my pussy was doing flip-flops all on its own. My arms couldn't move, the ladies were bent over me and so I writhed and writhed with pleasure. Six times the pleasure of what it had been like yesterday when the Hostess first nursed on my bosom, six times the female sexual sensations were jamming into my brain from six bosoms, and this orgasm was far more powerful than any from yesterday - and my body lost control for at least a minute as I was rocked and wracked with pleasure, so much pleasure I was shaking my head back and forth again and again, as the nursing continued on all six of my bosoms. Finally it slowed, and then stopped, or at least mostly stopped. I was barely recovered from this orgasm - and I certainly was not in control of my body - when the Hostess said to me "Now for those breakfast strawberries" - she had a bowl filled with them in her hand and showed it to me. She picked one up and put her hand between my legs and pushed it right up into my vagina. "Yaaahhhhhh Aaah Aaaahhh" I yelled out loud - I couldn't stop myself. I yelled not with pain, but with surprise at a powerful rush of pleasure and happiness that filled my brain. It was like pleasure shot right from my vagina and straight into my brain. And not just pleasure, but sex, Sex SEX came along with it, right into my brain. The hostess shoved another strawberry up into my vagina and "GAANNNNNN AHHHNN NNNN NNN" moans came out of my throat. It was like my vagina was some kind of pleasure amplifier! I felt those strawberries slide past my pussy lips as they spread apart, I could feel the tiny little seeds scraping my pussy lips, I felt them by the hundreds as the Hostess pushed them deep up inside my vagina with her fingers. Before I could even think about it she was pushing a third strawberry up my sex - up into my female sex! And all the time she was doing this the six women never stopped nursing me, sucking my nipples deep into their mouths and I felt milk squirting out of them - shooting out of me. From each and every one of my nipples I felt a lightning bolt of pleasure - pure, electric pleasure that started at my nipple and then branched out into the deepest parts of my bosom - and from there branching again into my whole body - a shock and pulse that made me clench my whole body rigid, it felt so good. And each and every suck hit me like a hammerfall - a hammerfall right into my brain of FEMALE SEXUAL PLEASURE like I had never even thought possible. More strawberries went up inside me, and then the one final lady lay down in the bed with me, her head between my legs. She lifted my legs - my beautiful, sexy female legs and put one arm under each one then wrapped them around until she was holding my lowermost bosoms, one in each hand - which did not interfere with the nursing ladies at all. "Bon Appetit" the Hostess said, then that lady pressed her lips against my pussy, using her tongue to spread my lips, and she licked me from vagina to clitoris. I was not prepared - not at all! It was like nothing I had ever imagined! Pleasure shot into every part of my body - SEX shot into every part of my brain - MILK shot out of all my bosoms - my hips slammed up into her face and my pussy slid all around her mouth as she tried to keep her face against me and her tongue on my pussy. She succeeded. And then she pushed her tongue up into my vagina, and I could feel myself - my vagina - spreading wider and wider as in went her tongue and then - - - - - - SEX s l a m m e d into my brain from my vagina - SEX like cannot even be imagined and I orgasmed, orgasmed right then and there with her tongue up inside of my vagina, and my belly clamped down, my vagina clamped down, my BRAIN clamped down with SEX SEX SEX blasting me from so many places on my body. My vagina squeezed, pulsed, and pushed and I could feel it pressing a strawberry -a strawberry that practically shot out of my vagina into her mouth and she ate it while I was writhing around on the bed in such a fit of sexual pleasure that I could not even think - only feel. And feel I did - - A whole-body spasm came on me and "Unnnnnn Unnnnn Unnnn" I was moaning as milk came out and womens mouths sucked me in six spots of incredible pleasure and my vagina amplified it all, and that tongue was up inside my vagina again. My pussy squeezed down so hard I must have mashed that strawberry as it went into her mouth but I was writhing, writhing, and all six women held my bosoms with two hands each while they sucked harder and faster on me. "ANG ANG ANGGG ANGG NN NN NANG GNANG" I was shouting out now without control. And then came a blast of pleasure from my vagina. A BLAST like nothing else before! A eruption of sex and pleasure right into my brain so powerful that I was paralyzed - I instantly went limp, I could not move any part of me - but the sex and stimulation never lessened, it only increased! It was like my vagina was a pleasure machine, blasting wave after ever stronger wave of pleasure into my brain and there was nothing I could do to stop it - because that lady with her tongue inside of my vagina just WOULD NOT STOP. The ladies at my breasts kept up their nursing - the stimulation from that was powerful indeed and shoved SEX into my brain too. But from my vagina came such a potent force - directed right straight into my brain - that it was like I had no other part of my body - only my vagina and there was a woman shoving her tongue in and out of it, in and out of me, and all the strawberries were gone now, but she kept sliding her tongue in and out without end. ZAM ZAM ZAM from my pussy to my brain, SEX SEX SEX SAM ZAMM ZAMMMM ZZAAMM again and again and again and it felt like my entire body had flowed into and now was my vagina - - not even a head or even a brain anymore, all of me and all that I was - - I was a vagina in an orgasm the likes of which could never even be imagined. Then she slowed her tongue, and slid it out. Slowly - ever so slowly - it was like my entire self which had been a vagina was shrinking, and I could feel my arms returning, my legs, and especially my bosoms. The ladies had almost stopped sucking my bosoms and were just holding my nipples in their mouths, gently licking me, and then with small pops they pulled their heads back and my nipples popped out of their mouths. Minutes passed, minutes where the only thought in my brain was FEMALE FEMALE FEMALE and SEX SEX SEX and EVEN THOUGH THE LADIES HAD STOPPED I WAS JUST A THING OF SEX - bosoms, nipples, vagina, pleasure, pussy, clitoris, milk, happiness - that was all there was, that was all I was. For ten minutes or more this went on inside my mind - no other thought was even possible for me. When I finally came around - and this was a slow process - all the ladies were gone. I looked around and there was the Hostess. "Great breakfast, Monique" she said to me. "All the guests were very pleased. You did well - very well indeed for your first time." I was woozy - my pussy was sending zinging feelings that shot from inside of it straight into my brain. My nipples, aureoles, and my breasts were tingling from all the nursing and all the squeezing the ladies had done with their hands. I could hardly think of anything except sex and my bosoms and how my vagina was squirming and wriggling and writhing around inside of me all by itself. GOD MY PUSSY FELT GOOD, it was actually squirming around like it was alive and pleasure was flowing from it into my brain and into all my body parts. At least I could think a little now, and I listened to what the Hostess was saying. "Don't be disappointed, Monique. It will get better. Bigger and better and stronger each and every time. We will have lunch before too long. I am sure you will do even better then! This was your first time. And remember, after all, you did roll that twenty with the dice." --- Meanwhile, back at the laboratory - Jack had been fully prepped and was now in the Doctor's surgical suite. The Doctor had decided that the best possible outcome could be obtained only if Jack's physical body matched the mental image that all the machinery was injecting into Jack's brain. The brain stimulation was not a problem - not per se. But she was certain that if Jack's body was an exact match for what Jack's brain was feeling, then it might be possible to double the experience that her subject was feeling. If there was such a match then the Doctor could allow Jack to feel both the electronically controlled stimulation of his brain along with the natural, physical, and actual stimulation of his body. If this was attempted the way Jack was now - i.e., male - then there would be a conflict - and likely a lessening of the effects. But if Jack's physical body matched his imposed mental body, then there could be no conflict, no lessening. Instead there would be a magnification - and new pathways to the next stage became a viable option. The Doctor had already notified her clients of her intentions and received a definite and enthusiastic go for this procedure. The amount of money quoted by the clients - should her efforts be successful - was utterly staggering. There was literally no expense in the world that those buyers would not meet - if only she could produce. She walked about the room checking quite a few medical units containing the exact organs she needed to make this operation a complete success. The number of organs - and even non-organ parts - were far larger than one might think. An untrained individual would have thought that to have breasts, only the breasts needed to be transplanted. Ditto the vagina, ditto the ovaries. The truth was far, far different - as it often is with medical issues. To make Jack's body match the body which was being enforced upon his very brain cells would require an enormous effort. But it was an effort well worth the payback. The sums of money being offered were far beyond what some entire countries produced in a year. This was going to take time. She had discussed this with the buyers and they understood. Adjusting the equipment, the Doctor put Jack's mind into a stasis setting. And then, more than one year later , Jack's body physical body had healed - and changed. Changed such that the only part of the original Jack was the brain - everything else was new. New and different. Quite a bit different indeed. The Doctor started doing things to this body - both to the Effectors stimulating Jack's every single brain cell, and to Jack's new body - a body which was no longer male. A body which was was so extremely female that no . . . -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 Chapter 5 Jack woke up - feeling marvelously refreshed! He felt fantastic - he could not remember feeling so good at the start of a day since, well, since forever! He sat up in bed, and scooted his behind backwards so that he was sitting up in bed with his back against the headboard of the bed. This was no small task - in fact it was a huge effort because of the weight on his chest, but it was refreshing and made him smile. He looked down at his front - six bosoms were on his chest - three in a downward row to the right, three matching to the left. He felt them moving around as he was sitting up. "These feel GOOD" was the only thought Jack was able to think. He could feel the nipples - all six of them - sticking out. He could feel the air breezing around them, he could feel gravity pulling on every part of all six bosoms. They were all so big Jack could hardly believe it. The left one in the middle squirted out a shower of milk all on it's own as Jack sat there just watching. Then, like a wake-up call, Jack felt his vagina, his pussy, come alive. It felt impossible - it felt like a vibrator was up inside of him! He worked his hands around his bosoms and felt between his legs. He felt his pussy, his vagina, and there was nothing inside of him - but he felt the buzz and the vibration inside him all the same. His fingers felt his pussy lips, they were closed. He wiggled them and felt the opening to his vagina - it was closed too. But he felt a vibrator inside his vagina - he could even feel the top of it pressing against his cervix. It made him feel - feel - feel fantastic!!! Wonderful feelings of sex were shooting into his brain and he hadn't done anything at all except wake up. His legs - her legs were starting to quiver and Jack thought he was on the verge of an orgasm just from being awake. The Hostess came into Jack's room, saying, "Time to get up, Monique. We've got an especially big day ahead of us". She opened a closet door. Jack saw many, many items of girdles, bras, corsets and such in there. Before he could even wrap his mind around them all the Hostess had brought some items to his bedside and laid them down. "Let's get ready, then - bra's first. The one with shoulder straps on top, and the other two strapless ones below that" she said. Jack picked up one of the bra's and just looked at it. The cups were huge - HUGE. There were openings at the end of the cups - holes big enough to stick his thumb through, and they had been sewed to reinforce them around the edges. She looked up at the Hostess, holding it up. The Hostess, noting Jack's interest said, "Those nipples of yours will never fit into a normal bra cup - they are so long then would bend and buckle within the cup, and that would not be comfortable. Here now - I will help you, since it is your first time. But only because we must walk the floor soon. Tomorrow you will be on your own." "Hold you arms forward," she said to me, and I did. She put the straps of my first bra over my arms and then they cupped my bosoms - my top bosoms. She adjusted the cups until the nipples fitted themselves into the holes and stuck out from the ends of the cups. The the hostess clasped the straps in the back and then my top bosoms were quite firmly grasped in the cups - cups that squeezed them quite firmly. My nipples stuck out quite far from the ends of the cups. Overall it was rather comfortable, even comforting. It made me happy. She helped me into the second and third bras, the strapless ones - these had quite stiff bands which went around my lower ribs on one set and one nearly around my hips on the third. These also had quite large cups and accompanying holes, and were perhaps even larger than my top bra. The hostess connected the straps at my back. All the bras pulled and squeezed me so that I had three sets of remarkable cleavage between all of my bosoms. Looking down, six beautiful long and swollen nipples protruded out, a couple of them were dripping with milk from the stimulation and motions of putting the bras on. I felt the vibrator-that-wasn't-there increase in intensity just then - just as I was looking at my bosoms. And I felt a new sensation beyond just the vibrations - my pussy suddenly felt like a porn star was shoving this big fat vibrator in and out of me. I reached down again to feel my pussy and everything down there was closed - no vibrator - even though it felt like I was filled and I could feel it moving in and out of me, even rubbing against my pussy lips! "Come on then, girl," the lady hostess said to me. "Today's a working day, so let's make the most of it. Put these on," and she handed me some underwear bottoms, so small that there was hardly anything there at all. They had some rainbow colors on them. I held them down and leaned over to put them on and then WHAM - All SIX OF MY BOSOMS PULLED ME DOWN. It was like gravity had taken a spectacular hold on me, and I almost fell over. I was not used to so much weight on the front of my chest. I held the tiny bit of the underwear and finally figured out which was the front triangle and which was the back, and lifted my legs to put them on an pull them up. When they touched my pussy it was like I touched an electric fence - SHOCKS - Shocks, shocks went into my entire pussy - my clitoris, my hood, my inner and outer lips - it was like someone had put electrodes on my sex parts and turned the power up to "Smashing!" I was barley able to keep standing, but somehow I did. "Robe, dear" the hostess said to me. She held out a robe - no, it was really a kimono - that had thunderclouds and storms over every bit of it. I put it on. Lightning bolts from the thunderclouds on the back wrapped around to the front - six blazing white bolts of blazing energy went from the back to the front of the kimono. Six blazing bolts of somehow glowing lightning energy went from the storm clouds on the back of this kimono and the fingers of lightening ended at each of my six bosoms, right at the nipples where the kimono was now covering them up. TWO MORE bolts of BLACK ENERGY - like the opposite of lightning - wrapped around from the back and had dozens of fingers of black lightning bolts ending right at my pussy. Even as I moved and shifted and the kimono slid around, the bolts of blazing white and black lightning never moved - at least the lightning bolt ends never moved, the white bolts always finishing right at my six nipples and the two blacker-than-black bolts finished their journey right at my pussy. No matter how I moved, no matter how the kimono slid and shifted around, the ends of the lightning bolts stayed at exactly those same eight places on my body. "Time to walk the floor" the Hostess said to me. I could barely walk. It felt to me like my pussy was stuffed so full with a vibrator that did not exist but never-the-less was in fact inside of me and driving me to near orgasm. I put on gold shiny heels that the hostess had ready for me. Every move I made caused my nipples to rub against the inside of the kimono. This felt really, really good, and the rubbing made me feel very, very happy. I was smiling and couldn't help it. Each rub on any one of my nipples felt great, and I was getting it from six of them. We walked out of my room, down the hall to the elevator, then went down. The door opened onto the gaming floor. I walked out, feeling tremendously happy and fantastically sexy. And everyone in the place was stunned. The slot machines stopped spinning, the dealers stopped dealing, the roulette wheels slowed and came to a stop. Every single person in the room looked at me - me, and only me. Just then I felt the vibrator in my vagina go to high-speed. I also felt something in my bottom - even though I was wearing the tiny underwear I felt something go past it - past it and up into my bottom, into me back there stretching me so wide open that I had to spread my legs apart - even with everyone watching me. I stopped walking in my heels, bending over a bit because that was the only thing that felt right, and I felt it. I felt a thing, a big fat dildo being shoved up into my backside, right there with everyone watching as it happened! Only no-one seemed to notice that there was anything special happening to me. I stood bent over and put my hands on my knees and all my bosoms pulled down from my chest into their bra cups and my nipples rubbed all over the inside of the kimono. In the invisible and non-existent dildo went into my backside, spreading me so wide. It finally positioned itself deep inside my rear and I was able to stand straighter. The hostess seemed nonplussed; she took my arm and held me more upright. She walked me to a nearby table where a beautiful dark-haired lady was sitting. "Interested, Lady Portland?" she said? "Oh, yes, very interested indeed. Is this the latest acquisition - the 'Twenty' I have heard about?" "Quite so, lady," the Hostess said. "Give her a spin if you like - on the house." Lady Portland looked me up and down, then up and down again. "May I try?" she asked. "Oh please do, Lady" the Hostess said. And then the lightning bolts on the kimono started started blazing - from the back of the kimono to the front - each bolt ending where one of my nipples pressed against the kimono. The lightning bolt patterns now blazed with light so bright that it almost hurt to look at them. Without a pause, the Lady Portland reached out and opened the seam of my kimono, revealing my bras and the bosoms within. I could clearly see the blazing light from my kimono flashing against her cheeks and the rest of her face. She felt with her fingers bra cup nearest her, as if smoothing the bra fabric a bit. Then without a moment's notice she sucked that nipple into her mouth and milk shot out and I orgasmed - right there in front of everyone I orgasmed - because that vibrator-that-wasn't even there in my pussy decided to hit it's max just then - ten times more than what it had been doing, and it hit my pussy like a runaway truck slamming into a stone wall! She sucked on my bosom - my nipple went right in, rubbing on her tongue. She sucked harder and my nipple slid along her tongue to the very back of her mouth, milk squirting out of me every inch. Lady Portland then tried to get every inch of my bosom into her mouth that was possible - nipple and even the bra-cup covered aureole that was bigger than her hands, and the rest of the entire bosom that was larger than her whole head - into her mouth. Obviously she failed - but I was flattened - smashed - and right onto her lap I fell, onto her legs as my orgasm wrecked me then and there. My bosom had left Lady Portland's mouth in all the action, but she was not done. As I lay there on her legs writhing in an orgasm she slipped her fingers down between my legs, under the tiny triangle I was wearing at my front as underwear, and she pushed - Pushed her fingers against my lips and in they went, into me! Inside of me even as I was already having an unstoppable orgasm and she pushed those two fingers up - up and into my vagina and slid them around left and right, up and down, and I was... I Was Undone - completely helpless in an orgasm beyond my control, with Lady Portland fingering me and milk squirting out of every one of my nipples now. I was thrashing around on her lap and my bosoms were moving all over with milk flowing out. All of my bra cups were soaked now, but I didn't care because Lady Portland continued to squish and squirm her fingers all around inside of my vagina. And then it HIT ME - LIKE SOMEONE TURNED THAT VIBRATOR IN MY VAGINA FROM A TEN TO A NINETY!!! It smashed me like a ten ton bomb - I lost all control, all I could do was look at Lady Portland's face, feel her fingers digging deep inside me, wriggling and writhing and sliding, and ORGASM was the only thing my body knew and my body did, and SEX was the only thing my brain knew - sex in my vagina blasting from there into every part of my body and brain. AZAM ZAMM ZAMMMM shot pulses from her fingers into my female sex then into my body and into my brain "AHHHNNNNN A H H H N N N N N G G G G " I screamed out - yes screamed as her fingers squished all around inside my vagina. "GAAAHHHNN GANNGGGG NNNAAANNNGGGG NANNG" I kept screaming as her fingers slid all around my vaginal insides and my orgasm just got stronger and stronger and SSTTRROONNGGEERR!! Then she slowed, bit by bit, as my orgasm followed, slowing bit by bit, and finally she took her fingers out of my vagina, and my whole body just melted right there in her lap. Then a strange thing happened. She lifted the fingers that had been inside my pussy to her face and she breathed in, smelling them. Her face became quite intense. "What are the stakes?" she asked the Hostess. "House stakes - but for her, only for today, times three" the Hostess replied. "Done" said Lady Portland. "Let's roll." The Hostess brought out a pair of dice. "Pair of dice," Lady Portland said - but what Monique heard was "Paradise" - it shot into Monique's brain with such power that she swooned. The Hostess rolled eight, Lady Portland rolled eleven, and then with a huge smile said, "So she is mine." "For three days, Lady Portland, only for for three." "For three days that will seem like a lifetime to her," Lady Portland said, looking right into my face now. "And remember this, my love," she continued, looking right at me, "the Paradise Trail Casino never closes. You have rolled a twenty at the entrance, but I have won the first bet, the most important gamble of all. Who knows what fate holds in store for the future!" ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========---------- - ==========-----------==========-----------==========----------- ========== ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========---------- - ==========-----------==========-----------==========----------- ========== -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 6 Back at the laboratory these events had been taking place . . . More than a year has passed since the Doctor started her various transplants and other surgeries on Jack. A stunningly beautiful woman now lays on a rather complicated surgical table. The table has many moving parts - the leg portions can be spread apart, the knees raised and lowered, the arms can be moved to the sides. In fact the entire body can be put in quite a range of different orientations. The table can pivot on gimbals in such a manner that it can be vertical, horizontal, and even flipped over. All in all it was extremely flexible and quite able to put the accompanying body in any necessary position; all the while an arrangement of various fittings kept the body and all its limbs firmly and securely attached. And what a body that was on this surgical table. Now displayed before the Doctor was Jack's body - well, a small part of it was Jack's body - certainly the brain was. But most every other part of it had been rebuilt or replaced over the last year. What lay there now was the most carefully crafted and sculpted female body that the Doctor could produce with all the resources at her command. And those resources were enormous, considering the fact that for all practical purposes she had unlimited funds to spend on the project. Not to mention the fact that her suppliers had technology far in advance of what was available to both the public and the military - far, far in advance. The woman's body was phenomenally beautiful. The fact that she was laying on a surgical table took none of that away. Her legs had beautiful curves, her feet small and delicate, her arms lovely with beautifully shaped hands and tapered fingers. Her waist was small, but it was a bit hard to see that, for she had three pairs of breasts - marvelously beautiful breasts. Each of her bosoms was extraordinarily large, but that did not diminish their beauty by one whit - it only seemed to enhance their beauty. The aureoles were large - larger than her hands, even. The nipples were more than an inch in diameter and each extended out for about two inches. These breasts were firm, too - there was certainly enough collagen in them to prevent sagging - - the Doctor had seen to that. Another point on which the Doctor had succeeded was the tissue to fat ratio in the bosoms - unlike most women with abnormally large breasts, these bosoms had a quite low percentage of fat and a correspondingly high percentage of milk ducts. There was actually very little fatty tissue in these bosoms. If there was one quality about her breasts that stood out above all others it was this - they were oh-so-inviting, practically begging to be held, to be loved, to be kissed, with all the kisses inevitably leading to those lovely nipples. All the parts of Jack's new body came together to make a breathtakingly beautiful sight - and sexy! It was shockingly sexy!! Any man looking at her would be filled with desire if he had any life in him at all! And probably any woman, too. Jack's head was enveloped in a hazy mesh of circuitry which surrounded it. But through that haze could still be seen a face fit for the goddess Venus, it was so astonishingly beautiful. Long silky blond hair flowed down her head and past her shoulders. Jack's pussy was currently partly hidden behind some small pieces of equipment. A vibrating dildo was currently pushed into the vagina - the visible end protruding out had quite a few wires attached leading to various other devices. Both her outer and inner lips had pads attached - pads rather like those for a heart monitor, with wires attached leading to other devices. These were occasionally supplying various types of electrical stimulation. When this happened, one could see the lips twitch and move as the underlying muscle fibers responded to the electrical stimulation. At the moment there was nothing on her clitoris or hood, but there were various appliances close by that would no doubt soon be applied to that area. The scrotum and balls section of a dildo could be seen below her pussy - it was clear that the rest was up inside of her bottom. The hormone levels inside this dazzlingly beautiful woman's body had been elevated to such a degree that there was no question the body would meet the needs for which it was soon to be put. The Doctor checked the IV's that were currently hanging, dripping into Jack's body. One such drip was Induced Inflammasome Activation Enzymes (IIAE's) - it was basically designed to increase calcium transfer. This was one of the advanced treatments under her control. The natural function of any organ in a human body was to function. The problem with breasts was that they had a built-in inhibitor - a micro and macro vascular inhibitor was present in all women. Basically, it stopped breasts from performing their natural function. The IV of Inflammasone Activation Enzymes was going to chemically attack the natural calcium suppressors in all six of her bosoms. Suppression of lactation was the normal case for all women until they became pregnant, at which point a mild IAE suppressant would be released - the breasts which had heretofore been dormant would now allow for the natural expression of milk. The IAE suppressant - now dripping into Jack's body - would negate this situation. Now his bosoms, all six of them, would now be quite permanently and irreversibly stimulated into lactation. Along with the Inflammasone Activation Enzyme suppressant, another IV included catalysts for production in Jacks bosoms of increased GM - CSF and INF, the role of which is to stimulate the milk ducts for higher output. A few hours earlier the Doctor had been discussing various scenarios with her clients. Everything was proceeding as planned, the clients were inordinately pleased with sales of the product thus far, more payments were in the works, and the next stage of Jack's adventure would begin soon. Jack's mind had been been in a kind of anesthesia/hibernation during all this time. The Doctor had just completed operations to bring both Jack and the project back into action once more. The Doctor approached Jack's table. She checked some readouts, assuring herself that Jack's body could now feel the real-world stimulations as well as the artificial ones produced by the effectors and implementors surrounding Jack's head, and that both sets of stimuli would feel completely natural to him - well her, that is. And completely natural is not exactly the right description - not for what was to come. But in any event both the physical and mental stimulations in store for Jack would feel completely real. A quick check confirmed that the recording equipment was working flawlessly. The Doctor tested and confirmed that she could control both the amounts and areas of physical stimulation that Jack would be able to feel. The Doctor made some adjustments to the surgical bed controls and it swiveled around as various parts moved. When done, Jack was positioned face down, on hands and knees. Well, she would have been on hands and knees if she had been not been still firmly secured to the surgical table. Jacks knees and ankles were spread apart so that there was easy access between them. Her bosoms hung down now, all six of them, nipples extending down and pointing towards the floor. The Doctor looked at those breasts with pride - their firmness allowed for for only the slightest sag, even with Jack in this position. The Doctor rolled over a piece of portable equipment which looked like what you might see on a farm. The Doctor examined it, preparing it for its first use. It rolled on wheels and consisted of an electric pumping motor, a stainless steel covered collector of several gallons, attachable nozzles with silicone gel at the open ends - the silicone was flexible, soft and comfortable looking. The nozzles were about nine or ten inches long and cylindrical for most of their length - the upper sections had been customized and were wider and more conical at the open end. The machine also included a pulsation unit with several control functions. The pulsators themselves were the clear flexible liners on the inside surfaces of the nozzles. Each of these pulsators had several sections which could be controlled independently. The pulsation unit flexed these pulsators in various patterns using high, medium, and low pressures - and even used negative pressures or vacuum as applicable. They could simulate the natural milking action of a newborn calf or could be set to the massaging effect of manual hand-milking to squeeze the milk faster. There were some other patterns available too. The milking cluster - or claw - which held and spaced the nozzles had six units rather than the usual four. They were arranged in two rows of three each. The Doctor noted that they were spaced to perfectly match Jack's new anatomy. The claw consisted of the claw base and the shell, with the nozzles - or teat-cups, as they had been labelled by the manufacturer - attached to the shell. An adjusting adapter on the claw base controlled the vacuum and the velocity of the milk flow. The milking cluster allowed for all six nozzles to be in place, or each one could be separated from the claw if desired and used separately. The machine also had a group of six piston pumpers. The controls allowed for the use of the suction pump alone, or the piston pumps alone, or any combination of the two. The machinery had several labels on it. One noted it had been designed to be low noise so as not to spook the livestock. Another label on the device certified that it was suitable for cows, horses, and camels. A third label advised "Good routines throughout the lactation period help reduce stress and improve milk production." "Duly noted," thought the Doctor. The milk bucket was stamped with "25 liter / 6.6 gallons". "That will take a while to fill, but I am sure it can be done," thought the Doctor with confidence. The final label was titled "Workings" and read, "When the piston moves down or the suction pump engages, the ball valves on the piston pumps / suction engine closes and the one on the milk barrel cover opens. Then the vacuum is produced in the closed milk barrel and milking parts. The equal pressure in the teat cup liner and pulsation chamber of the teat cup make the teat cup liner open and accept the milk from the teat. The milk flows into the claw and is then sucked into the milk barrel." "I believe we are ready to begin," thought the Doctor. She powered on the equipment, set some of the controls and wheeled it right over beside Jack. She detached one of the nozzles / teat-cups and held it in her hand, looking down into it. These nozzles were made with clear plastic so she could easily see the inner workings. The inside liners - the pulsators - were pulsing with a kind of complicated motion and she could hear air being drawn into the open end. She detached a second nozzle with the other hand. She held each up to the very tip of Jack's oversized nipples, the nipples on his middle row of bosoms, and with a dual slurping sound the two teat-cup nozzles pulled those two nipples down into those nozzles, and the nozzles slid up until the silicone gel ends were touching Jacks aureoles. Then even parts of her aureoles were sucked down into the teat cups. With satisfaction, the Doctor immediately saw milk spurt out of both of those nipples on the very first suck. This was promptly followed by a second suck along with more milk. The Doctor examined the clear teat- cup nozzles and could easily see the action going on inside of them. The nipples, which were normally two inches long, were stretched out even longer. Along with a good bit of her aureoles these two nipples slid down inside the nozzles until the tip ends were down a good seven and a half inches into the things. Milk squirted out strongly during this downward movement. Then the pulsator inside the nozzle squeezed the upper part of Jack's nipple along with that part of his aureole which had also been sucked in. The pulsator squeezed the upper part first then the squeezing pulse moved downward to the lower part of the nipple at which point an even larger shower of milk shot out of Jack's nipples. Then there was the release, and Jack's two nipples slid upward inside the nozzles returning nearer to the nozzle's tops. Then the whole process started again. The Doctor watched as the milk started filling the tubes and flowing down past the claw to the milk barrel. She noticed that even during the release phase both of Jack's nipples were still being held down inside the nozzles by the upper portion of the pulsators - the nipples were never fully released and were always three or four inches down inside those nozzles. Jack's nipples were moving up and down inside those nozzles a bit more than three inches with every cycle, and there was continuous suction on them even during the release phase. The pulsators squeezed Jack's nipples from top to bottom and those nipples did indeed get noticeably stretched and squeezed, stretched and squeezed. She watched the pulsator's squeezing action as those aureoles and nipples got narrower and thinner at the top end while the far ends of the nipples got fatter and thicker and longer and milk gushed out as the squeezing pulse moved down the nipple from the aureole to the tip. All of this was happening at a fairly fast pace. The machine was set at 40 pulses per minute - a second and a half per cycle. The Doctor nodded with approval and then moved herself between Jack's legs. She examined his pussy and made various adjustments to equipment there, and did some things to the dildo that had been pushed up into Jacks back door. The Doctor smiled as she saw Jack's vaginal lips quivering as some electrical stimulation was applied via the pads there. Juices started dripping out of his vagina. She noticed that even the muscles around his hips and stomach were moving ever so slightly. The Doctor knew that it was nearly impossible for Jack's muscles to move by themselves because of the control she had over all his brain functions and nerve cells. "This must be quite powerfully stimulating," she thought. "For me to see even these small muscle quivers Jack must be in quite a state indeed," and she smiled as she had this thought. After a bit, she returned back to Jack's chest. To release the nozzles she grasped them while pressing a finger down into the silicon lips of the nozzles to help break the suction. She removed the two teat-cups from Jack's middle pair of breasts - they let loose with a another slurping sound, and she put both nozzles back in place in the claw cluster shell. She looked at Jack's nipples where the nozzles had been. They had lost their natural nipple shape. They were swollen, puffy fat cones now, about three or four inches long and really wide where the nipples blended into the aureoles. Because they had become so conical it was hard to tell where the nipple ended and the aureole began. They were wet all over, covered and dripping with milk, and various little showers of milk still came out of each nipple's tip now and then. The claw was attached to the machinery by an adjustable arm. The Doctor lifted the the arm now, raising the claw and carefully aligning its cluster of six nozzles to Jack's new anatomy. Then she raised it up the final few inches until Slurp - Slurp - SCHLURPPP - all six of Jacks over-large nipples were sucked into the nozzles. She clamped the positioning arm into place. She watched as Jack's six nipples were all sucked down in unison, pulsed and squeezed, and then slid back up all together. Then again, and again, just like clockwork. Milk was gushing out of every nipple. Jack's bosoms - each one far oversized for any normal woman - hung down, nipples and a good part of the aureoles sucked into each of the teat-cup nozzles, spray after spray of milk shooting out, and all of it flowing down to the milk collector barrel. The Doctor saw that each of the six nipples were indeed getting squeezed and manipulated by the pulsators. She moved a bit to get a view of Jack's pussy and saw that it continued to drip juices. After a few minutes of this she made an adjustment to the machine - changing it from simulated calf nursing to simulated hand milking. She noticed an immediate change in the pulsators lining the insides of the teat-cups -- they started a different pattern and it was obvious that even more milk was being produced with each and every pump. She planned to change things up every few minutes - from all suction pumping to all piston pumping, then perhaps simulate calf nursing on every other bosom with hand milking on the rest. Then she might alter the speed of every nozzle so that none of them pumped at the same time, or they pumped from top to middle to bottom, etc. There were many many variations - and Jack would experience them all in the coming days. -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 7 Lady Portland took Jack's hand and led him to a hall and then to an elevator, and finally to her room door, which she opened. Jack was weak-kneed and exhausted from his encounter with Lady Portland, so they had taken their time. Lady Portland said, "Please, lets make you more comfortable" and she helped Jack remove the Kimono. The lightning display ceased as the kimono was removed. Jack's figure was fabulously displayed now - he (she?) saw himself in a mirror - a stunning image of womanly beauty, not diminished at all by the three bras on that fantastic figure. He looked again and suddenly saw something completely different - even though he had not moved and nothing had changed at all - he saw a figure of such sexual attractiveness that he could not believe it was actually his own body. He was drawn to that image in the mirror and could barely move his eyes away from it, it was so compelling. He hardly noticed when Lady Portland approached him. She was saying "Let's get you more comfortable, dear - we've quite an adventure ahead of us" and she started removing his bra's, top one first then the two lower ones. Jack's eyes were again drawn to the mirror and he looked unabashedly at the breasts that were revealed - breasts so lovely he had never seen their match. He didn't believe he had ever seen their match in size, either. Especially the nipples, they were large and lovely and he felt like he must touch them. But then Lady Portland was pulling down his very brief rainbow underwear revealing the most lovely pussy Jack had ever seen or even imagined seeing. Jack could still feel the ghost of a vibrator up inside his pussy and a what he knew to be a dildo up his backside - but twisting around a bit and looking in the mirror proved to him that there was nothing actually there. "Lay yourself down there, Monique" Lady Portland said, pointing to a large bed in the room. He had hardly noticed what was in the room at all, he had been unable to stop looking at his body in the mirror. "We're going to start with a treat - a desert treat!" Lady Portland then took ahold of his two middle breasts, one in each hand, and used them to guide him towards the bed. As he sat down, she gave those two bosoms a squeeze which ended with gentle pinches on those two nipples, sending a shocking thrill of feeling through Jack's torso. He let Lady Portland press him back onto the bed and he lay down and with a yawn stretched himself - and he could still see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in the mirror doing exactly the same thing. Lady Portland went to the kitchen and busied herself there and soon came back out a with a serving tray holding two glasses. "Manhattans, my dear, to get us in the mood," she said, taking one herself and handing one to Jack. "Here's to our three days together," she said, clicking Jack's glass as she made the toast. Then she emptied the glass in one long swallow and waved at Jack to do the same. He did, and the drink burned as it went down - but it felt good to him, and he felt the warmth in his belly. Lady Portland went back to the kitchen and Jack could hear her collecting more things. The warmth in his belly was spreading now, and all of a sudden he felt the warmth spread right into his bosoms - into the middle pair. And then the heat went right to his nipples and the strangest thing happened. Jack felt those two nipples suddenly being pulled on and then right away being nursed - rather strongly nursed in fact. His whole body twitched at the feeling. And then right away he felt it again, his nipples being sucked - he could even feel milk squirting out of them. It felt like someone had taken the length of his nipples and a fair part of his aureoles and had their mouth around them, sucking on them and pressing their tongue all over them, again and again and again. He looked down and there was nothing there - not on any of his breasts, and certainly not on his nipples. But he sure could feel it, and damn, he thought, it feels really really good. He rubbed both of his hands on those nipples and could feel nothing special on them - but even as he touched them he could feel the suck suck suck on both those nipples and aureoles, and he could actually feel the milk squirting out of him. It was as real as could be, as real as his fingers touching them. On and on it went, and it felt so wonderful that Jack just laid back and enjoyed the feeling. It was shooting feelings of pleasure into those two bosoms just like when he had been nursed and pumped back in his own room. And, this was an even stronger nursing than back then. Jack was feeling happier and happier as this went on. Lady Portland returned then with a small rolling tray which she moved beside the bed. Jack could hardly pay attention to what she was doing though, he was so enjoying the feeling on and in those two breasts. He did look finally, and Lady Portland had taken off all of her clothes - except for a lovely scarf which she now wore around her neck. The ends of the scarf hung down on her chest ending between her two very lovely breasts, Jack saw. The rest of her body was so very lovely too, Jack noticed. She had a bowl on the tray and a cake decorator in hand and was filling the cake decorator with whipped cream. It was oversized, Jack thought - both too long and too wide. It reminded Jack of a syringe - a very large syringe though. The Lady had taken the plunger out and was spooning whipped cream from the bowl into the decorator's cylinder, and was in fact done now. She laid the spoon down and picked up the plunger and inserted it just a bit into the decorator tube. The tube was nearly as big around as a soup can, and about twice as long as a soup can too. It had a decorating nozzle on the end which was about three inches long. All of a sudden Jack noticed that the nursing feeling on his breasts had stopped - just as mysteriously as it had started. Those two breasts were tingling now, kind of like pins and needles but in a very nice and enjoyable way. They tingled especially around the aureoles and nipples - most especially the nipples. They felt as if they were wet, too, but Jack saw they were not. "Here, Monique, you may have a little taste first" she said. And she took the tip of the decorator and squirted a small mound of whipped cream on each of her two nipples. Then she sat beside me in the bed and leaning over raised one arm arm and placed it above my head where she started stroking my hair. This allowed one of her bosoms to nearly rest to my face. I automatically opened my mouth and in went that nipple all covered with the whipped cream. I licked it and it tasted wonderful, swallowed all of it and before I knew it she had the other bosom on my face with the other nipple in my mouth, whereupon I repeated the previous action and swallowed that whipped cream too. This was fun and I was feeling quite happy. Then she sat up straight again, looked down at me, and proceeded to put a mound of whipped cream on each of my six nipples. She had to put more on me than she had put on herself as my nipples were considerably larger than hers. This was exciting, and I was getting stimulated as she "decorated" each of my nipples. Then a strange thing happened. My pussy lips started getting these strange, buzzing feeling all over them. It got stronger and stronger and it felt like shocks - and it actually felt quite good. Then I started to feel the same kind of shocking feelings up inside me - deep up and inside my bottom, where I had almost forgotten about the feeling of being stuffed full and spread apart down there. 'Now lift your knees, please' the Lady said, looking into my eyes and nodding at me. I did this, and she pressed the decorator against the inside of one knee and pushed it out and down, then did the same with the other knee, spreading my legs apart. Then she moved lower down on the bed and sat now between my legs. I felt that imaginary vibrator up inside my vagina now starting up again, very slowly at first. Lady Portland pressed the decorator tip on my pussy and started sliding it up and down on my lips. This felt really good, especially as I was still feeling those electric pulses all over my pussy lips. She pushed it just a fraction deeper then and used it to spread my lips apart. She paused for just a moment, then looked deep into my eyes as she pressed that decorator tip down and into my vagina. I know my eyes opened wide at that, and Lady Portland smiled at me. Deeper it went until the entire tip was inside me and the flat of the cylinder was pressing firmly on my pussy lips. I felt that invisible ghost of a vibrator inside my pussy speeding up some. Lady Portland held the decorator firmly against my pussy with one hand and started pressing the plunger down with her other hand, slowly. I could feel the whipped cream entering me down there. She slowly pushed that plunger more and more and I could feel my vagina getting filled with whipped cream. The lady pressed more, and the plunger neared the half-way mark. I was definitely getting full down there - and you know what? I was getting excited, really sexually excited - my heart was pounding with the excitement. This was so damn sexy and it was happening to me. I looked down and saw my six bosoms, each one ending with a nipple topped with whipped cream. There was the lovely - and nude! - Lady Portland holding that big fat decorator tube, pushing it against my pussy and she was still pushing on the decorator's plunger to get more of it in me. My vagina was filling like a balloon, really getting stretched. I had so much inside of me now. She pressed the decorator tube even more firmly against my vagina's lips and continued pushing the plunger. I didn't think I could take any more when she finally stopped, just holding the decorator pressed on my vagina's opening. "I'm going to take it out now, my dear," she said. "You must hold it in. Here we go." And she whisked it out with one hand and just as quickly with the other hand covered my pussy lips and squeezed everything together down there pressing firmly. She laid the decorator down on the tray where it had been before. "Now we'll just pause for a moment while you adjust," she said, holding my pussy lips together tight and pressing firmly against me. Her palm was pressing against my clitoris and that was feeling GREAT! I was getting excited and could hardly lay still. I looked down, seeing her lovely face, large bosoms, and my bosoms too with the whipped cream covered nipples, when all of a sudden all six of my nipples got sucked - sucked hard and deep into invisible mouths that I could not see, only feel. There was a quick, powerful pull on each one, a pull from the tip down into the aureoles, and I felt milk squirt out of each and every one. Immediately followed by another strong suck on all six nipples and then another, just like had happened before with my two middle bosoms. And milk was definitely squirting out of all six, I could feel it with each and every suck - but I couldn't see anything. Suck Suck Suck Suck on all six nipples, I was getting sucked and milked by an invisible ghost with six mouths. And just then the non-existent vibrator in my stuffed full pussy went even faster, and the not-there dildo in my rectum started doing some strange things with mild electric shocks up inside me. All of this felt good. Then the Lady lay on her stomach between my legs, bent her head over and moved her other hand to my pussy. She spread my lips apart, and I could feel a bit of whipped cream leaking out of my vagina, and then the Lady stuck her tongue up into my vagina and started licking me all around. I couldn't help myself, my vagina squeezed down and I felt that whipped cream starting to come out and Lady Portland licking it up. All the while I felt the sucking and nursing on my nipples and aureoles, and the electric shocks all around my pussy lips were getting stronger and stronger, that invisible vibrator in my vagina was driving me crazy, and I knew an orgasm was coming soon. My hips were already pumping up and down a bit. rubbing my pussy all over the Lady's face as she continued sucking on my pussy and shoving her tongue up inside my whipped cream stuffed vagina. Just then I felt a new vibrator pressing on me - right on my clitoris, with slow but very strong and powerful vibrations. That - plus the sucking on all six of my bosoms - did the trick, and I felt my hips tense up, my vagina tense up, my nipples swell even as I felt the invisible nursing, and stronger and stronger all this got until one, two, three and I was in heaven - a heaven of orgasm, an orgasm of such pleasure - it was like every sensation my body was feeling was double, triple, as my clitoris seemed to explode with sexual pleasure and my vagina channeled it and sent waves of pleasure right up from the Lady Portland's face into my pussy and into my body, then into and out of each of my bosoms and then into my brain with an orgasm like none of those before. It was like I had twenty bosoms and as milk was invisibly shot out then pleasure most assuredly shot into me, and as whipped cream actually squeezed out of my vagina ten times more pleasure squeezed into it and there was too much for that vagina to hold, so it shot into my body and into my brain, and I ended up as a quivering mass of pleasure. I had no control, I was just jerking and twitching and quivering and shaking with wave after wave of pleasure. Lady Portland did not stop or even slow down, she hugged my legs with both arms, pressed her face hard against my pussy and kept on going while I twitched and writhed and even passed out for a moment, I think - but when I recovered all six of my bosoms were still being invisibly nursed and pumped and milked. Then with a jolt - and I do mean a jolt - the electric shocking on my pussy lips doubled, as did the shocks from that invisible dildo - the shocks that were going from it into my deep insides, and that orgasm didn't stop or slow. As I writhed and twitched all around on the bed I was bathed in pleasure from every bit of my brain and into every part of body. The vibrator that wasn't even in my pussy was going even faster now, and my vagina was a wet, sopping, thing with whipped cream dribbling out. Lady Portland had moved without my even knowing and now I felt her massaging my lowest right bosom and then she bent her head over and sucked my nipple deep into her mouth and I felt her sucking and the invisible sucking thing still sucking all my bosoms too, but double the sensation coming from that nipple now. All of this kept up for minutes as I just kept twitching with pleasure and sex and sucking and unable to do anything except writhe and ride the wave. And as all this was happening, a new thought entered my mind - "This is what I was made for. This is what I was made for. This is what I was made for." It kept repeating and getting stronger, and all the while I writhed in this unending orgasm which just kept getting better and stronger. And into my brain the thought kept repeating - "This is what I was made for" and now each time I had the thought I also got happier. In just a few seconds I was happier than I had ever been in my life, writhing on that bed having an orgasm that had taken over my body and my mind and it just kept getting stronger. More pleasure from my vagina, my clitoris, my bosoms, my nipples - - more happiness filled my brain and more pleasure filled my body and I writhed and squirmed harder and harder in that bed and now it felt like electric lighting bolts were hitting all the parts of my pussy and inside my bottom and my bosoms and then a non- stop lightning bolt of happiness sent me into shudders and my brain was yelling with happiness "This is what I was made for!!!" and no other thought was even possible as I passed out for true and blackness took me. -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 8 When I came to it was a slow process. I lay there on the bed, my whole body abuzz. I was tired, very physically tired, every muscle I had was tired. But I was happy. I finally knew, knew my purpose - I was meant for this, meant to be here at the Paradise Trail Casino, meant to be exactly what I was and to do exactly what I had been doing. Nothing else mattered now, I could just be here and be me. My whole body was numb and tingling everywhere - but I felt one thing that had not stopped, even though it had changed. My bosoms were still being invisibly sucked and I felt milk was still invisibly squirting out of every nipple, and it made me feel great - and yes, happy! It was different now though - the sucks weren't happening all at the same time. They travelled nonstop, clockwise in a circle from one nipple to the next. I lay quietly, recovering slowly, feeling almost nothing but tingling in the rest of my body but still feeling the wonderful invisible nursing happening to me. Lady Portland was sleeping beside me on the bed, she had gotten under the covers. I made my way to the bathroom. My nipples were sticky where there had been whipped cream, and my pussy and groin were even stickier. I wrapped a towel around my hair took a shower. The invisible nursing on my nipples never stopped - and I knew this was a good thing and I was happy about it. It did change before the shower was over and now it was kind of random - I never knew which nipple would receive the next suck. As I washed my bosoms I felt the invisible sucking and the soapy washrag too, both together. I could see that milk was actually coming out of all my nipples as I showered. My bosoms felt like they were really full. I got out of the shower, dried off as best I could - my nipples were just spontaneously spraying and dripping now and again. I went back to the bed and saw that Lady Portland had left something for me there - a portable pumper with six of the cone attachments. I pulled the covers back and lay down, then reached over and turned on the pump. I could still feel the invisible pumper going as I attached the six plastic cones to each of my six big nipples. Each one in turn started spraying milk which ran down the tubes into a collector. It now felt like I had two pumps attached to each bosom - one invisible and quite strong, one visible and much more normal. I lay back and let the pumping go on and carefully pulled up the covers over my six bosoms with the six attached pumps. I closed my eyes and quickly got very sleepy. I felt happy, and I was happy, and I fell asleep with that thought in my mind - "This is what I was made for." ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========---------- - ==========-----------==========-----------==========----------- ========== ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========---------- - ==========-----------==========-----------==========----------- ========== -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 9 Back at the laboratory - The Doctor was in consutation with The Clients. They were quite satisfied with the latest recordings, and the sales of such had exceeded all expectations. Yet there was an issue in play. It was not a complex issue - simply stated it was "Things must move forward." - - - A very select number of people had been allowed to purchase the Stage One mental recordings of Jack's new life - and to live through them. The customers had, via purchase of the exact neural recordings and the playback thereof, lived and felt and in every respect and detail the exact life, feelings, and thoughts of Jack. As the recorded impulses were played on their very - VERY - expensive equipment, for them it was as if they actually were Jack. The playback equipment sent into their minds the actions of every single nerve cell in Jack's brain - it was impossible for the customer to have any feeling, thought, emotion, or any other activity in their brain except for exactly what Jack lived, felt, and thought. They lived every bit of his existence since he had become the subject of this project. There were limits, of course - but these were financial only. The early stages cost far less than the later stages - and the early stages were staggeringly expensive! The profits on the later stages beggared the imagination of even someone like The Doctor. A very VERY select number of people had purchased Stage Two - and the prices for that had been beyond anything The Doctor had believed possible. The Doctor was not questioning herself and her methods - not by any means. She was concerned instead about maximizing her product's value - fixing into the minds of her customers that what had come before, fantastic as it was, was nothing but a shadow of what was to come. Her thoughts were expansive - she was not bereft of ideas, not in the least. The technologies supplied to her and which she was employing on Jack were far beyond what her counterparts had even imagined. Her ideas of what her technology could do were without measure. The Doctor often thought, "Everything is possible - NOTHING is impossible!" Her thoughts bent now towards profits. Profits, profits, and profits - and how to maximize them. Profits, and how to increase them beyond measure. Profits and her customers - profits and Jack. Jack and profits. Profits and Monique and how to maximize the profits beyond . . . well, beyond forever. The Doctor let her mind run wild with possibilities. "Anything is possible" - this was her new mantra. "With the funds from the first stages, funds that for all purposes are without end, anything is possible - ANYTHING AT ALL." "There is no path I cannot follow. My plans are not small - not small at all. What we have achieved so far is just a modest beginning." And with those thoughts in mind, she walked over to Jack - Jack who was now a stunning beauty - even The Doctor was stimulated just looking at her. Jack - or Monique, if you prefer - was now positioned in a sitting position. Attached to all six of his bosoms were the nozzles of the milking machine. And milk was being produced, in no small measures and without seeming end. Intravenous drips were replacing fluids directly into Jack's veins - at the same rate that the milk barrel of the pumping machine was being filled. "Little do my buyers suspect what is next to come. I have not kept them fully informed of the changes made to Jack's body during the past months of surgery. Soon they will learn, though - they will learn, and they will pay - and pay happily, because the buyer's customers will also pay - and pay like there was no tomorrow," she thought. "Let them be as surprised as Jack will be," she thought to herself as she manipulated the surgical bed and the female body of Jack in preparation... -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 10 After two days and nights of adventures like Jack had never imagined even in his wildest fantasies, Lady Portland and Monique woke together. As she looked at Lady Portland, who was slowly pulling the covers down, Monique was filled with sexual desire - strong, powerful, and unstoppable lust filled her as Lady Portland uncovered her naked breasts, then her belly, then her legs... ... When I saw Lady Portland's pussy revealed from under the blankets, a hunger took hold of me - a sexual hunger so urgent and undeniable it was beyond any control I had. The lips of her pussy were like a magnet and they were pulling on my head, pulling on my face, and pulling most of all on my mouth! I grabbed the covers which were now just at her mid- thighs and tossed them from the bed. I grabbed her knees, one in each hand and pushed them apart. Without a second thought I lay down between those lovely legs and pressed my face into her pussy - my lips meeting hers, my arms around her legs locking us together with all my strength, and I pressed my face forward, wiggling my own lips right and left to open her lips to me, and open they did. I smelled her sex, and it smelled wonderful, and in went my tongue deep into her vagina, and then out again as fast as it had gone in. Then in and out and in and out, and I started pumping my face in and out too. The smell and taste of her raw, female sex filled me with passion like never before. My tongue was tasting all the ripples and little folds that were deep inside her vagina. My face got sopping wet after several minutes of this, and then Lady Portland's legs stiffened and squeezed tight around my ears and she grabbed the back of my head, digging her fingernails into my hair. She pushed my head into her pussy so hard I could hardly move it in any direction at all, but that didn't matter - she was bucking her pussy up and down so hard and fast now that I didn't even need to move - all I did was keep my tongue inside her wonderful vagina as best I could and then I felt it squishing and squirming and getting even wetter as she climaxed into my face, and I wished it would go on forever and forever and forever. Indeed, it did go on for quite a few minutes. Slowly, though, Lady Portland's heaving hips and quivering lips and wet vagina finally began to relax, as she sighed and said to me, "That was the best ever, Monique - the best orgasm ever." I held my face right in her pussy for a long time, slowly and gently licking all over her down there for perhaps ten more minutes. As I did this I noticed that my breasts were still being nursed. Invisibly nursed, as they had been, non-stop for I don't know how long now. I could still feel every single squeeze on every single nipple. I could still feel every suck before, during and after each of those squeezes. And the patterns kept changing. If I closed my eyes I was sure that milk was squirting out of all six of those nipples, it felt so absolutely real. It was only when I opened my eyes that I could see that this was not so. Lady Portland said, "Let's prepare for your day, Monique. The wager is almost completed, this is your last day. Your last day of the wager, and your last day at the casino - at least for this visit. I have something very special planned - very, very special indeed." I slowly pulled my face from between her legs. It was wet all over, and that made me quite happy indeed. "Here's the plan for today," she said. "Let's bath and clean, have breakfast, and then get ourselves ready for what is to come. It will be quite a day, I can promise you that." We both got out of bed and went into the bathroom. And it was quite a bathroom indeed. There was a bathtub that could almost fit an entire automobile into it. It was kept constantly refreshed with warm, clean water flowing from a few faucets and nozzles - both above and below the water. We had used the tub a few times over the last couple of days, so it was familiar and inviting to me. As we climbed into the tub, the water was nice and warm. I lowered myself down, slowly, slowly. As each one of my six breasts was covered up by the warm water, they seemed to relax - especially the nipples, which relaxed and released. Released quite a bit of milk, that is. The warmth of the water seemed to just open them up, and out poured milk into the water. And this felt good, really good, like a release of tension that had built up without you even realizing it. Yes, I still felt the invisible nursing on my breasts - it seemed like that would never stop - but now I got actual release of all the milk that had been building up inside my breasts during my sleep. The water around my chest quickly became a foggy cloud, which slowly flowed to the drain in the middle of the tub. Lady Portland was already in the tub and came next to me, saying "Let me help with that." She started massaging my bosoms, sometimes just one with both hands, sometimes two at a time, squeezing, pumping, and massaging them as milk really started flowing out into the tub water now. This was so wonderful that I just lay back in the warm tub water and enjoyed it. Her massage was firm and at the same time gentle, strong at times - and it was those times I could really feel the milk gushing out of my nipples. I really mean it was like I had twelve breasts - the three pair that were always being invisibly sucked and nursed and this never stopped - but now I could feel Lady Portland's hands massaging my three pair and I could see and watch and feel the milk coming out - see it with my own eyes. But still I only had the three pair. "Three pair of breasts." That thought was so bizarre to me. How I had changed since the climb on Paradise Trail. I looked down again and watched as Lady Portland squeezed my top pair of bosoms and I saw milk squirt out of those two inch long nipples. They were fat and swollen in the warm water, and milk gushed out and turned into swirling clouds of fog as the water circulated in the huge tub. I was getting really stimulated now - every time Lady Portland's fingers brushed against a nipple - either on purpose or by accident - I could feel shocks of electrical stimulation in different parts of my pussy. One time it would shock my lips, another on places inside my vagina, and sometimes on my clitoris - and when that happened, boy did I feel it strong! I was breathing hard now, and my legs were moving without me even trying to move them, and then Lady Portland took two of my nipples and just squeezed them, squeezed them firmly and slowly moved them in circles, and that set me off - I felt electric shocks shooting into my vagina, clitoris, and lips then, moving around in circles all over down there and I orgasmed - orgasmed without stopping for at least two entire minutes while Lady Portland did nothing else except squeeze those two nipples and move them in circles. God, I clenched my whole body in spasm after spasm - I was lucky I didn't drown. My head was shaking right and left, up and down, and I was moaning, moaning, and it felt so good - so damn wonderful, and I could still feel the invisible sucking and pumping and milking on my breasts that never stopped now. I nearly passed out. "Now while we are in the bath," Lady Portland said, and she spread my legs apart then put her hands under my bottom and lifted me a bit. Then she took one hand and slowly pushed two of her fingers up inside me - inside my vagina. God, it felt so good, it was like my whole body was melting in that tub of warm water. Then she took two fingers of her other hand and inched them up inside me, along side of the first two. Then, slowly but firmly, she pulled her fingers apart, and I felt myself opening down there, and warm water was rushing in to fill the openness, filling me deep inside. She stretched me further and further open - I was so wide apart now! Then she relaxed her fingers and I closed up, water squishing out of me down there. Then she did it again, stretching me even wider this time until I couldn't stretch any more and I was filled with nice hot water again. She repeated this about four times and then, when she had me open as wide as I could possibly be, filled with fingers and hot water, she took another of her fingers and rubbed it ever so lightly on my clitoris. Once, twice, and the third time was all it took - I shuddered in an orgasm, and while I did she stretched me as wide open as she possibly could, and I could feel the ends of her fingers and her fingernails rubbing against my cervix and I shook and shivered for at least three minutes with my vagina spread as wide as it could get. Water waves from my heaving stomach muscles spread around the tub as I soaked with my legs spread apart and my vagina as open as it could possibly be, in that tub with Lady Portland in complete control and me completely out of control. We spent a while longer in the bath, which resulted in more orgasms, and not only for me. Next we had breakfast - only by now it was more like lunch time. And it was a wonderful lunch too - there was quite a variety of fruits and other treats at the bedside. We got in the sixty- nine position and spent quite some time having breakfast-brunch-lunch our new favorite way - no plates or silverware needed, we each served the other without ever leaving that wonderful 69 position. After that we really needed another trip to the tub, which took another hour. By then it was aftenoon. After serving up all kinds of lunch treats from my vagina and having literally dozens of orgasms - some of which were so powerful I had actually passed out. I couldn't imagine what was to come next. Lady Portland leaned over me now, and rubbing her finger around on my lips said, very softly and very sweetly to me, "Only one treat left, Monique. You haven't yet had a man. I am no man, but with this I can be the same as a man." And Lady Portland showed me a kind of soft rubbery-looking dildo she had in her hand. It didn't really look like much. "Don't judge a book by it's cover, Monique. There is more here than meets the eye." And with that she tossed the rubbery thing onto a bedside table and opened another drawer. --- Meanwhile, back at the laboratory - Jack's body lay on his back on the surgical table device. Well, Monique's body lay on the surgical table device. Yes, it was Jack's brain inside the body, but so little was left of Jack's original body that actually it was more true to say it was Monique's body -the body that Jack's brain now lived in. Monique's legs were spread wide apart. Her outer lips were spread wide, and her inner vaginal lips were splayed out too, wet and rather like beautiful flower petals, with her clitoris and hood nestled in amongst them. The Doctor examined her tray of tools and thought "Everything we need for the D & C is here. The Dilation and Curettage. The good old 'D & C.' How many of those did I do after I just got out of medical school? Only this time, there will certainly and absolutely be dilation - that is the whole point! But, as for the Curettage, well, no - we will not be inserting a Curette past the cervix - not in any traditional sense of the word. I suppose there will be Curettage, if one has a very open mind. But in this case, I think that probably no, Curettage doesn't exactly fit the bill." And with that the Doctor lifted a somewhat specialized speculum and pushed it against Jacks birth canal opening. Normally this would have required a lubricating gel to be applied to the speculum - but Jack's vagina would likely never have need for any lubricating agent - not for any reason, not in his lifetime. The doctor could see no situation where Jack's vagina would ever have a lack of lubrication. In fact quite the opposite was true, she thought as she inserted the speculum and an excess of juices flowed out of Jack's vaginal canal. As the speculum reached deeper into Jack's vagina, which opened wider and deeper, his cervix became visible. The Doctor took a tenaculum and inserted it deep - all the way to Jack's cervix. There she gripped a couple of centimeters of Jack's cervix, and applied the tenaculum until she heard two ratcheting clicks. Jack's cervix had a lot more tissue than a normal woman's cervix. The Doctor had made quite sure of that during the organ transplants, for just this very purpose. The doctor then inserted a Uterine Sound - a rod-like instrument - into the middle of Jack's cervix, and she kept pushing it. As she probed with the Uterine Sound, she smiled - everything was as expected. She removed the Sound. "Now for the Dilation," she said to herself, and reached to the surgical tray. She grasped a small rod, 3 millimeters in diameter. This was basically a guide rod for what was to follow. Bending down, she peered into Jack's wide open vagina. The speculum was spread quite wide. Jack's lips were mashed to the sides by the speculum and his vagina was quite open to the world, so to speak. The speculum had a spreader screw that was now in fact turned and locked all the way. Jack's vagina was a gaping hole between his legs. Each of Jack's bosoms still had a nozzle leading from the milker's claw and attached to the nipple, and the milking machine was doing it's job quite well - milk flowed. And flowed. And flowed and flowed and flowed. The doctor checked the implementors, the recorders, and various other devices surrounding Jack's astonishingly beautiful female face. Everything looked good, synchronization was in place. She was ready to begin. She inserted the three millimeter rod up inside of Jack's wide-open vagina. Touching it to the center of his cervix, she pushed it further and in it went. Looking inside his pussy, the Doctor could see his vaginal lips squirming slightly around the speculum, and the speculum even moved a bit as Jack's muscles responded to the cervical stimulus. Next, the Doctor lifted a hollow rod of six millimeters from the surgical tray. She centered one open end of this hollow rod over the first rod so that the first rod slipped inside of this second rod as she pressed down upon it. The new six millimeter rod she pressed downwards - downwards into Jack's vagina. The new rod had a smooth taper on the end that gently widened from three millimeters to six millimeters. That part was now entering Jack's vagina. When it pushed against Jack's cervix, the taper smoothly pushed and opened his cervix, dilating it just a tiny bit more as it went deeper past his cervix. Next was the 10 millimeter rod - it too was hollow, and the Doctor pressed that smoothly tapered hollow tip against the end of the six millimeter rod sticking out of Jack's vagina. She lined them up and without any difficulty the 10 millimeter rod slid down that six millimeter rod until it hit Jack's cervix. A little pressure from the Doctor and in it went, spreading and opening even wider Jack's cervix. The Doctor continued this process - sliding rod after rod, each one slightly larger than the one before it - down and into and past Jack's vagina, dilating and opening his cervix wider and wider with each rod - until it was spread rather wide indeed. In fact, Jack's quite wide-open vagina was so full now with the final outer rod that there was no room for any more rods to be placed. Juices were dripping out of his open vagina non-stop. The Doctor thought, with quite a smile on her face, "Well, that will give Jack something to think about - but not for long!" as she prepared for the next stage. -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 11 "There are so few hours left, Monique," Lady Portland was telling me. "Only six at the most. Let's make the most of them." As she was saying this, she opened a drawer by the bed and took out kind of elastic strap thing. She picked up the rubbery dildo and clicked it into place in those straps. Then she picked up the whole mess and placed one leg after the other inside of it and pulled it up past her knees, and then up to her waist. The little rubbery dildo was small on her, but it looked cute. She was still nude, really - her fantastic bosoms were beckoning to me and I wanted to kiss them. I wanted those a lot, they looked so lovely. I wanted them in my mouth, now, for the rest of today, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and ... That cheery little rubbery dildo thing between her legs just distracted me -it was so funny it made me laugh and feel funny so that I couldn't help but laugh - and she did too. "Just lay back now, Monique," she said and I did. She climbed on the bed with me, and as she moved to the lower half I spread my legs. She crawled over until she was on top of me. This was FUN! Both of her breasts were hanging down on my face now - and one slid around with the nipple right by my ear. I turned my face and kissed it and she giggled. Then I looked between her two hanging breasts and I could see that little rubbery dildo pointing - pointing down between my legs. "Shall we begin?" she said to me? "I can't wait," I said, and wrapped my arms around her neck, pulled her face into mine, and gave her the best kiss I could imagine! Only it was interrupted by my laugh as she tried to push that rubbery dildo into me. I moved my head aside and said "Maybe I can help?" and she said "Well -- maybe you can!". So I reached down and held the little rubbery thing with one hand and pushed the tip of it as best I could onto my pussy lips and then into my vagina. "I think it's in," I said, not really certain. "I'm sure it is," said Lady Portland, as she lay down further and heavier upon me. She moved so that her right breast was just above my mouth. I opened my mouth and took in as much as I could, and I was happy. Her bosom was in my mouth, she lay on top of me, and I was sure she was happy because her dildo toy was inside of me. "I could spend forever like this," I said, and swirled my tongue around on her nipple. I was happier now than I had ever been in my entire life. "I could too, Monique," she said. And we could do that, too. This is the Paradise Trail Casino. Here you can make any bet you want - win any gamble if you are lucky. There are no limits and everything is possible. But, before we can roll the dice again, we must finish our fist gamble." And with that I felt the rubbery dildo swelling inside my vagina. It was getting larger, there's no doubt about that. Then, I felt my vagina being stuffed full - full and wide and stretched apart. And all by that little rubbery thing she had put between her legs! "My, Monique you seem to be a little full down there" she said to me. I felt my vagina stretching wide now - seriously wide, like wide open. I mean like Drive-A-Mac-Truck-Through-It wide open - and deep inside me, inside my stomach at the very end of my vagina, something was going on there - something was happening to my cervix! Then in it went, I could feel that dildo sliding into me even deeper, even past the top of my vagina, spreading me open at the very top of my vagina - spreading open my cervix. I felt my cervix getting pushed, and prodded, and mashed open. And then again, opening again even wider. Lady Portland looked into my eyes and said, "Just wait, Monique - just wait for a bit," and she started brushing her left bosom all over my face. This felt quite nice indeed. My vagina was feeling full to the brim - stretched as wide and deep as it could possibly go - and my cervix was feeling the same. But inside my body I could feel my cervix getting wider and wider, stretched out even more bit by bit by bit. I felt her dildo pushing up and through my cervix - in and out, as she pumped her hips against my wide open vagina - and it felt good, oh so good. I kissed her nipple, then sucked it into my mouth, along with all of her aureole. That little short dildo was getting longer and longer. Now I had a feeling like no woman has ever had. Beyond my cervix I felt exactly the same thing I was already feeling! I was feeling another vagina deep inside me, and it was getting stuffed by that dildo. I could feel two vaginas on my insides now, and both of them were getting filled wider and deeper by Lady Portland's dildo. Only that wasn't the end. Longer and longer that dildo got, and before I knew it I felt another vagina inside of my belly getting filled now. I could feel three vagina's inside my body now, all of them stuffed by that damn dildo of hers - and that pushed me over the top, I had an orgasm like no woman had ever had, three orgasms at once smashed and wracked me. I was like a quivering bowl of Jell-O with Lady Portland on top of me, mashing down on all six of my bosoms. That was not the end though. That dildo kept on growing, lengthening, and even though I was in a shattering orgasm I felt another vagina inside me getting filled, and then another, and another. That dildo was filling all of me now! "One more to go, Monique" Lady Portland said as she pressed her hips even harder against me. And then I felt the strangest thing. That dildo was filling me from my groin up to my neck, and it wasn't stopping. I felt the most unexpected vagina of all in my neck - it was getting stuffed and filled with that dildo of hers, and it pushed and pushed and I felt it in my throat now. The end of that dildo was pushing on the back of my throat - and yes, it went into the back of my mouth and then getting even longer pushed my jaw open and the end of it came out of my mouth! Lady Portland gave me a few more pumps with her hips and all of my vaginas orgasmed at the same time, and no-one, ever, has felt anything even close to what I was feeling now. - - - Back at the laboratory - The doctor checked the readouts and with a smug look of satisfaction; she decided they looked excellent. This latest stimulation was sending Jack through the roof. She looked at Jack. There was a pole going into his pussy, a pole attached to a machine which was moving the pole in and out. Jack's head tilted back and the Doctor could see the far end of the pole coming out of Jack's mouth. His body was quivering in an orgasm - quivering even despite the nerve suppression from her devices. The Doctor knew that this orgasm was like nothing any woman had ever felt before - because in her organ transplant surgeries she had placed vagina after vagina after vagina into Jack - from the cervix of his first vagina all the way to his throat. And each and every one of those vaginas would make Jack orgasm, piling one on top of the other, shooting orgasms into his brain and body like a machine gun. She watched as vaginal juices dripped out of Jack's pussy and mouth, lubricating the pole as it went forward and back, forward and back. The milking machine was still attached to all six of his bosoms and the Doctor saw his nipples being sucked in and out, in and out of the nozzles, spurting milk all the time now. -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 12 I was in a never-ending orgasm like nothing before, and it would not stop. Lady Portland kept pounding that dildo into me, into my whole body now from my pussy to my mouth. All my vaginas were orgasming, one after the other, sometime together, sometimes not. I thrashed and thrashed on the bed. There was a tunnel of orgasms from my throat all down my torso to between my legs and my brain could think only these things - SEX SEX SEX, FEMALE SEX and ORGASM and ORGASM and SUCK and MILK from my BOSOMS. On and on it went, on and on Lady Portland kept pumping that dildo which was now several feet long into and out of me. It seemed like days, it seemed like a lifetime, and it seemed like pleasure oozed out of my vagina - my vaginas - into my body. Finally Lady Portland slowed her pumping hips, my orgasms slowed and then stopped, and I was done - spent. I was like a wet rag on that bed, unable to even move. I felt that dildo inside of me starting to shrink, and it slowly went back inside my mouth, shrinking down my throat. I could feel each and every one of my vaginas inside my body as it slid down and finally came out between my legs as Lady Portland rolled off of me and lay down by my side. I could still feel my nipples being sucked and nursed and the squirting of milk from each and every one of them. "Time for you to leave now, Monique" Lady Portland said to me. "The wager is done, and we are both winners, I think you would agree" she said to me. The she helped me out of the bed. I could barely stand, I was so used up - but used good, I thought, and I was very, very happy. All of my bosoms were still being invisibly sucked. I felt all of my nipples sliding in and out of invisible mouths, squirting invisible milk all the time. And this made me happy. Somehow this filled my brain with happiness - a happy that would not stop, that would never stop. Side by side with that was the feeling of sex, pure female sex that was being pumped into my brain with every pump that my nipples felt. Lady Portland walked me to the door of her suite. As we walked I could feel my vaginas - each and every one of them, from my pussy to my throat. I could feel them in my body, inside my torso - every little wrinkle and fold of them, every inch of them, I felt them all. And they were wet and oozing, non-stop. Drops were coming out of my pussy and running down my legs. Vaginal fluid was coming out of my mouth and dribbling down my chin. All of this somehow made me feel wonderful - so wonderfully, wonderfully happy. As we got to the door it was opened by the Hostess. She took me by the arm and led me down the hall. As we walked through the casino everyone looked at me. I was still naked. We passed by a mirror and I looked at myself - I was stunningly beautiful, and my bosoms - all six of them - were the sexiest things I had ever seen. I saw some drops of milk coming out of my nipples. As we approached the exit I saw two other women at the door. They wore beautiful clothes and looked so sexy to - but none could compare with me. "Time for all of you ladies to leave," the Hostess said. "Just make your way down the trail - as you do, all your changes will disappear and you will become you again." So this we did - our group of three went down the trail. As we walked, the two other ladies became less beautiful, their breasts shrank, and even their clothes changed. By the time we were at the bottom, they had retuned to being men. Not so with me - nothing about me changed at all. I was still a nude woman, with six breasts. My pussy was still leaking juices that ran down my legs. I still had six bosoms and I still felt each and every one of them being nursed, still felt milk squirting out of all of my nipples as they were invisibly sucked in and out and in and out of invisible mouths. Looking down I saw that my bosoms were still quite large indeed. And my nipples - all six of them - were still fat and long - each was still two inches long and about an inch in diameter. Milk was dripping out of most of them, and sometimes little showers of milk squirted out as they bounced with my walking. Seeing that made me happy. Everything about me made me happy. I made my way to my car and started the drive home. - - - Back at the laboratory - The Doctor made plans. And more plans... ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========---------- - ==========-----------==========-----------==========----------- ========== ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========---------- - ==========-----------==========-----------==========----------- ========== -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 13 The Doctor was looking at a scan of Jack's brain. She had a bit of a frown on her face. This was surprising, given that everything looked quite good on the scan - Jack's brain was healthy, functioning normally, and suffering no detrimental effects whatsoever. In fact, Jack's brain seemed quite a bit healthier than before - as if her ministrations had taken years off of the natural ageing process that occurs in every person. All this was as expected. It was the "functioning normally" that was causing the Doctor a concern this day. That, and several other circumstances which had abruptly come about. Things were changing - for the better the Doctor knew, but changing still they were. She had upgraded and improved nearly 100 percent of her equipment - for both the recording and playback operations. To say it was seriously upgraded would not be an understatement. Jack was still on the multi-functional medical table, which had arranged his body so that he was lying on his back. The doctor stepped between Jack's legs - they were currently spread wide apart, as if he was a cheerleader doing a split - a side split with the legs spread to the left and right at ninety degree angles to his waist and hips. The Doctor leaned over, looking closely at Jack's vulva, moving her head up, down, and side to side. She poked his pussy with her finger a few times and said aloud, as if talking to a patient, "I am going to be giving you my full and complete attention very soon, my dear. Very soon indeed." She stood upright again and started making some adjustments to her equipment. In just a moment, two walls of the room started to shimmer. The left wall became a huge display - a display of the scan of Jack's brain. The right wall became an image of Jack's vulvar anatomy. Both images were huge - the room was very large. The displayed image of Jack's sex was thirty feet high or more. The Doctor began poking and prodding in a very methodical way Jack's - well, Monique's - Labia Majoris, his outer lips. On the right wall a huge finger, quite a bit longer than a person, pressed against the outer lips of that organ of female sex displayed so enormously on the wall. At the same time, on the left wall, portions of Jack's scanned brain lit up with activity. The Doctor inserted the first two fingers of her left hand into Jack's vagina, pushing them in knuckle-deep. The Doctor quickly followed that by inserting the first two fingers of her right hand into Jack's vagina right beside the left hand fingers. Then she started pulling her hands apart - spreading open Monique's sex wider and wider. She was not looking at Jack at all, but instead at the two wall displays. One video display showed Jack's enormously magnified outer vaginal lips opening, revealing his inner lips, hood and clitoris. As The Doctor forced her fingers deeper into Monique and spread her hands wider apart, the wall-sized display showed Jack's vagina opening wider and wider. On the medical table, between Jack's splayed legs, The Doctor continued to spread Jack even wider. And on the wall screen the huge image started showing his vagina's deeper and inner parts. Jack's sex - well, Monique's sex - was opened wide now under The Doctor's ministrations - it was more than twenty feet tall on the wall display. It looked like you could drive a truck into that vagina. Monique's Labia Minoris, her inner lips, were nearly flesh toned, but what was revealed further and deeper in was a quite deep pink - the revealed view inside her vagina. Monique's sex was almost fully wide open now, held so by The Doctor's two hands. Parts of this sexual tunnel had ridges all around the tunnel of her vagina, rather like little circular ribs. The parts that were not smooth had hundreds of crumples, folds, bumps, wrinkles and ridges - everywhere you looked. It was quite an intricate architecture. Everything was wet. Not just wet, but dripping wet, sopping wet. It was slowly pulsing, too - squeezing down a bit, and then opening a bit, as Jack breathed. There were many overlapping folds - each with even more vaginal tissue behind them, wet pink folds, some large and some small. There was an opening, Jack's - Monique's - urethra which connected to her bladder. The viewpoint of the camera now went even deeper. The lower part showed a deeper wet continuance, darker amongst the shadows of more and more folds of vaginal tissue - an opening into the deepest parts of the vagina that just could not be seen from this point of view. To fix this The Doctor pushed her fingers in a bit deeper and then pulled them apart a bit wider. Now on the wall display you could see the complete inside view of Monique's vagina - all the way to her cervix. Her cervix looked over-large - and exactly as designed, thought The Doctor. It was a loose and folded ending to the vagina. Loose and wet and barely an ending at all. After the "D and C" - the "Dilation and Curettage" operation by The Doctor, her cervix had become more or less permanently dilated. You could hardly call it a closed ending to her vagina. Instead it was a barely-closed-and-almost-open thing, not quite exactly like a normal female's functioning cervix. But, that is not the point. Beyond it were the additional vaginas The Doctor had built into Monique's body, one after the other, a string of fully functioning vaginas leading all the way from that loose cervix into and through her abdomen, then between her lungs and ending in the back of her throat. Each of those vaginas was as sensitive and as responsive as any woman's vagina - quite a bit more sensitive in fact, because The Doctor was extremely good at what she did and the more sensations she could elicit from every one of Jack's vagina's meant more money in her pocket. On the wall display, it looked like Monique's vagina was large enough for two or more women to comfortably walk into, hand in hand. At least for the first part - but they might need to do a bit of ducking - perhaps even crawling - to get past all the folds inside this living cave of sex if they were going to make it all the way to the cervix. Eschewing the gigantic display on the wall, The Doctor put her face right up against Monique's stretched-open vagina and gave every centimeter of it a good examination. Then she slowly pulled her fingers out, letting the whole of it collapse back together. But done she was not. Next she selected a rather long probe and inserted it into Monique's vagina. Bit by bit she moved the probe deeper and deeper into Moniques sex organ, ignoring all the twitches she saw in Jack's abdomen that were clearly the result of the probe, positioning it first up then down, right then left, exploring Jacks vagina most thoroughly. This probe had quite a range of stimulation and response modes. It sent electrical stimulations with a wide variation in frequency, intensity, and duration. At the same time, it measured the electrical response of the nerves in the nearby vaginal tissues. It also collected a great deal of information about pressures from vaginal muscle responses to the electrical stimulation. Finally it sensed any temperature changes and blood flow changes in the surrounding area via ultrasound doppler. Inch by inch, The Doctor inserted, swirled and rotated the probe against every part of Monique's vagina. Each and every variation of vaginal stimulation was recorded during its passage into Monique's sex. The Doctor looked at the massive display of Jack's brain reactions as she probed virtually every inch of Moniques sex - her first vagina, then into and through her cervix into her second vagina, then into her third, continuing all the way until the probe reached into the back of Jack's mouth. The purpose of this was to map more completely the nerves and response mechanisms inside of Jack's rather unusual vagina - with one of the main goals to map out some very specific nerves that sense touch and texture. Jack's vaginas were covered with nerve cells that respond to touch - and in his case, they were really loaded up - by far more than any normal woman has. The Doctor was at this point focusing in on the nerve cells that sense force and movement, pressure and sliding. Any movement against the vaginal walls will deform the tissues. Different motions will stimulate different categories of nerve receptors. "There are four main categories of nerve receptors in the vagina," The Doctor thought to herself, "and any one touch might stimulate one to four of these groups. The Pacinian corpuscles sit deeper and pick up any vibrations created by textures - depending on the wavelength and the amount of displacement of the tissues. There are also Merkel cells, Ruffini endings, and Meisner corpuscles. Each of these is at a different depth in the tissues and responds to a different kind of touch. The trick will be to modify, tune, and amplify their overall effect so that the stimulation comes in waves - with each wave being stronger than the one before it. The waves might be slow or fast, but come they will - and come she will," the Doctor thought, taking careful note of the results of the trip up inside of Jack's sex. Removing the probe The Doctor called in her assistant who, after some instructions about moving the patient to a new location later today, began removing the teat cups from Jack's six breasts. "Time to change the storyline for this phase of the operation" she spoke to her assistant. And at the same time thought to herself, "And time to turn up the volume". ----- - --- -- -- --- - ----- Instruments were focusing in on Jack's brain. Jack's brain was the only part of his body that was original. Surgical transplants had replaced every other part of Jack's body so that organs, bones, tissues, even down to and including the DNA was now one hundred percent female - female organs, tissues, blood, bones and marrow, down to the even the smallest molecule still circulating in his body. Jacks mind, his male mind, remained untouched as was required for the project - discounting the billions of neural stimulators and receptors leading from his replacement teeth to each and every cell of his brain. Every cell of his male brain was either under control of The Doctor, or under control of the vast immense and potent hormones surging through his body - all of them female, none of hem male - and it was a wonder - his brain was soaked in female hormones, his body was engulfed in female hormones. There was nothing left except female in his entire body - except for his brain, of course. Every cell of the rest of his body was female. Every hormone in Jack's body was a female hormone, produced by a genuine female organ. Every chemical produced by every cell in his body was that of a female. Every molecule in his blood was created by his now female DNA - and every single chemical in Jack's body, without exception, was precisely and exactly made by his female the biology, the same as females produce, not males. Every gene in every chromosome in every cell in Jack's body was now a female gene within a female chromosome within a female nucleus within a female cell. Female hormones flowed through his blood - and flow they did, at quite high levels - some to the extreme. Of the the tens of thousands of billions and trillions of his cells in his body - again, excepting the brain - not a single one was male - thanks to The Doctor. Now The Doctor was probing his thalamus and hypothalamus. They were still his own original parts, because his brain was still composed of his original male cells. Not only were the thalamus and hypothalamus both controllers of the pleasure centers of the brain - the hypothalamus was in and of itself highly involved with creating emotions. The thalamus translated those emotions into physical responses in the body. There were several mechanisms by which these two sub-organs of the brain accomplished their functions. One of those was of course nerve impulses. A second was hormones. The thalamus and hypothalamus were in control of a great many of the hormones that flowed through the body. They controlled other systems and body functions as well. The Doctor had subverted these from their male functions and forced them to follow her exact instructions, controlling such hormones only and precisely as she directed - and every one of those directions was to now and forever produce female hormones. "Time to put that thalamus and hypothalamus into overdrive," she said aloud to herself, "time for some uncontrolled hyper-excitability". She knew quite well that the brain's sub organ of the thalamus was the part that received nerve impulses from the cerebral cortex. When it did, it would initiate voluntary movements in the body based on the type and quality of those nerve impulses. The Doctor knew that the phrase "voluntary movements" was not entirely correct in Jack's case. There would be movements, certainly, but how voluntary they were was a matter for discussion. Most of the equipment had been removed from around Jack's head now. To compensate, his teeth, the teeth that had started and enabled this whole operation, had been upgraded and were now being reprogrammed - and to quite good effect, the Doctor thought, as she contemplated what parts the next phase would encompass. ... "My God, what a Venus!" the Doctor thought, looking down at the body on the table. "What a beauty. I don't think there will ever be another like her - not now, and not until the end of time." "We've got to play this like a symphony," the Doctor spoke to her assistant as she slowly moved her hands up and down Jack's astonishing female body. Monique - Jack - lay there on the surgical table, his male brain now in an unbelievably beautiful female body, with no devices attached to it whatsoever. The Doctor brushed her hands lightly over each of Jack's bosoms, touching each swollen and engorged nipple one by one, lightly rubbing her palms in circles over first one and then another, gently pinching here and there. She ran the fingers of one hand over the most beautiful lips she had ever seen on a woman's face - large, soft and pouting they were, and with her other hand reached lower between the lovely legs and rubbed those fingers on the lips down there. As lovely as Monique's mouth was - such wide lips, so moist, soft, so inviting, so kissable, the lips between her legs put them to shame. If looking at Monique's mouth and lips were like gazing at the moon, then viewing the lips between her legs, the lips of her female sex were like staring directly into the sun. The Power of her sex - the beautiful raw sexual promise of that female pussy, the sight of her most female sexual parts exuded a power that engaged the viewer's entire mind, so much so that Monique's sexual organs became the only thing in this world that the viewer wanted - the only thing they desired. Without fail a hunger developed in the viewer, in a very short amount of time - hunger for those lips, hunger for that vagina hidden behind her lips, and even thirst. The thirst would grow and the viewer would be torn between two choices - Monique's stunningly huge plenipotent bosoms, or the impossibly beautiful female sex right there between her lovely legs. There were no wrong choices for the viewer, one or the other would do, but the hunger and the thirst would continue to increase, increase without end and so one or the other must be chosen. Choosing one just left the other for later. Gazing on Monique's female sex brought desire - desire stronger than words can describe. Even The Doctor, who had designed them, took care when looking directly at Monique's pussy lips. If one was not prepared, then the lips of Monique's pussy became an obsession - they were things of such beauty, such pure female sexuality that the viewer could not look away from them. The one possible way the viewer could look away was to move their gaze to her womanly bosoms, which were freely on display for any who had a desire for enjoy these mounds of pleasure and milk. The simple act of just looking at Monique filled a person with such a sexual desire that could not be denied, a desire that built and built until their passion for Monique's vaginal lips - those lips, that pussy, that vulva, and that vagina hidden behind and within those lips was the only thing that their mind could think of. That is, until they thought of her bosoms and the glorious delights that they promised. -=-=-=-=-=-= A short pause and a note to the loyal reader... If you were were to look at my pussy, at my lips down there, even today, it is most likely that you would not be able to avert your gaze. If you did not have the strength of will to do that one thing, then both you and I would certainly and with little delay be in for the inevitable result. The Doctor's sculpting of my female sex organs was enhanced - enhanced to quite a degree by various means. Enhanced visually, enhanced by DNA manipulation, enhanced by pheromones, and especially enhanced by very strong sexual molecules embedded into my inner vaginal flesh and thereby into those very female fluids that my vagina oozes constantly, even to this very day - fluids designed by The Doctor herself. Created continuously inside my vagina, and wafting from my vagina's dripping lips into the surrounding air are those very biologically enhanced molecules - specifically enhanced by The Doctor to be ten, twenty, who knows how many times stronger than the natural vaginal pheromones of a natural woman. Those scents, those smells, those pheromones, and all those other molecules that drip from my vagina - even more so when it is stimulated - have no comparison to what you might experience when exploring the vagina of an ordinary woman. While you might certainly enjoy the scent of another woman's sex, while you might also enjoy the taste and texture as your tongue explores her womanly sex, it would be different with me. Compared to myself, all of a natural woman's vagina, all of her scents, smells, and flavors would be weak and lacking in flavor, taste, texture, and most of all would have absolutely none of the power - the absolute and stunning power of what The Doctor has designed to be inside of my female sex, inside of my vagina. All of that, especially those very scents, drip and ooze out of my vagina every minute of every hour of every day. Those very enhanced molecules leaking out of my vagina and once smelled by you, would leave you with very little control. I know this from experience. You would loose all control, all inhibition, and you would do everything to me - anything you could think to do with my vagina you would do, again and again and again. If you could tear yourself away from my vagina then you would satisfy yourself for endless hours at my bosoms. We would both be happy beyond measure, both of us in love and in sex. And then finally The Doctor would tempt you with some recordings - recordings that when played back directly into your mind will let you experience exactly what I experience - every thought, feeling, emotion, physical sensation - all of it - everything. You would not be able to resist The Doctor's offer, you would be tempted beyond the ability of any man or woman to resist. And so you would - in the end - become another me, as you will discover in later chapters, should you decide to continue reading. My female body is even now, even today, exuding these female smells, these female scents. I am surrounded by the sex smells and scents from my own vagina, which is always dripping, always moist, always wet. My vagina is sending out these smells, every minute of every day of every month and every year. I can assure you that the custom molecules created by The Doctor, exuded by my vagina every minute of every day are of such potency that they draw your mind right into my female sexual parts - and you will be drawn straight and directly to my vagina or else to my bosoms for their beauty and their milk. Such is their power. And now, valued reader, now back to my story, to my diary. -=-=-=-=-=-= "Nothing on her six bosoms, nothing on or inside of her pussy. Nothing but her natural self inside and out; nothing except what nature - with a bit of help from me - gave him," The Doctor said to her assistant, spreading her arms wide to display Monique's fantastic physical form. "Well, nothing except her teeth, that is," The Doctor thought with quite a smile. "Those teeth are newly upgraded and programmed. Those teeth will now do everything - and more - that previously took a roomful of equipment. This will free us from the laboratory equipment, the laboratory location, and allow us vast new possibilities to explore." "Jack's body - well, Monique's body," The Doctor told the assistant, "is in a very exploitable state at this moment. First we tweak it here," and she massaged and squeezed one of Jack's massive bosoms, causing a shower of milk to spurt from the swollen nipple, "and then we tweak it there," and with her other hand she squeezed Jack's vulva quite firmly which resulted in a quiver in Jack's torso and short trembling spasms in both her legs. "Then, when all the the waves, all the pulses in her body are just about to peak, are ready to join in a kind of synchronization which no woman has ever felt before - which no woman except this one on the table before us could even possibly experience - we give it ANOTHER PUSH. The results will be quite astonishing, of this I can assure you. Astonishing to our Monique here and - more importantly - astonishing to our clients as they experience and re-live every single impulse of the neurons in Jack's brain as it is electrically duplicated directly into their own brains." "For all intents and purposes, there will not be just our one Jack - our Jack here who is now Monique. We will have dozens of men - the richest and most powerful men in the world, every single one of which, as long as they are in the thrall of my playback equipment, will be under my control." The Doctor's smile widened. "These men - and women too - seek an experience unattainable to any person ever, not since the beginning of time - that is to experience what it is like for a man to actually be fully and one-hundred percent changed from male into a female, with every female organ, every female hormone, every biological and chemical nuance of being a female, even down to their very DNA - while knowing all the time that their brain is still male. And not to just be female, but to be female taken to the extreme - to the extreme and beyond." "Both men and women crave this - men to be female, women to experience the mind and the exact feelings that a man feels as he becomes a woman, a stunning sexpot of a woman who knows she will be ravished in ways she will never be in her own life, a woman or man who wants that ravishing more than anything else in the world." The Doctor had been surprised at the number of women who had become clients - the expense for her product was enormous - therefore so must be their desires. "During playback, these clients are unable to think any thought of their own, the minds of these clients are able to feel only what the body of Jack feels, to think only the thoughts that Jack thinks, for as long as they play back the recordings I feed to them of Jack's body here. With the new upgrades to both the equipment here and the equipment distributed to our clients, that opens the door for me - and me alone - to control when and where these men and women shall decide to turn off the mental playbacks of the chapters of Jack's experiences as Monique." "With my new devices they will soon discover they are unable to turn off the playback. Not because they are physically unable to do so, but simply because they no longer want to. The intensity - the pure female sexual pleasure of what I will make Jack go through will be such that their minds will never even think of stopping the playback into their brain. Quite the opposite will be true - they will want more, and more, and ever more." "Not only that - my new equipment will allow me to control one hundred percent of their physical body movements - including speech and every single other physical expression in these clients. I will be in control of their physical bodies just as I am in control of their minds." "And one of the things that I will do is to take some of these clients - perhaps even all of them, after a time, and create more Moniques out of them. After all, I have the techniques and the technology perfected now. There's nothing to stop me from putting it to use again - and again - - and again," The Doctor thought. "And thus I win," thought The Doctor. She had plans for these men, and these women; oh yes she had plans indeed. Once she had their minds in thrall. Plans, and plans within plans within plans. "The best part is they pay to me near unthinkable sums of money for this. As long these men and women are experiencing the recordings of what we do to our own Jack then they are in my complete control. Once I have issued the new equipment to these clients - issued as "upgrades for an amazing new experience" - their physical bodies will be quite unable to do anything other than what I command - I will command their bodies while all the time their minds are filled with the playbacks of Monique's female experiences and activities." The Doctor had quite a smile on her face as she thought about all the new the processes and options open to her with her upgraded equipment. If successes at the highest levels proved profitable, then operations could even be expanded - lower costs to vastly larger populations of men might even be an option. The Doctor thought about the new possibilities - she couldn't help herself, it was so damn exciting! The entire plan depended on Jack - now Monique. If she could make certain PUSHES in just the right place in Jack's brain, along with just the right female experience in his now female body at the just the right time -- well... She knew it could be done. Mind and Body. Female Mind and Body - both. To push the female hormones into his body, to stimulate his brain cells and his oh-so-sensitive female body, and build and build and build on this as the appropriate emotions were force fed directly into Jack's/Monique's brain and now female body - well . . . The Doctor knew what to do. She knew very well exactly what she wanted to do. And it certainly involved that push - push after push, after push into his exquisite female body that would send his male mind over the edge - - - - - - Over the edge. Like a tiny pine needle floating slowly down the stream. The slow stream getting faster and faster. Until it goes over the cliff edge and is TRAPPED IN THE WATERFALL OUT OF CONTROL AND CRASHES A THOUSAND METERS DOWN. AND EVERYTHING ABOUT JACK WILL BE A SUCH A CRASH - A CRASH OF PURE FEMALE INTO HIS BRAIN - FEMALE HORMONES, FEMALE SEX, SEX, SEX - HE WILL BE BASHED, SMASHED, and OVERWHELMED with such an intensity of FEMALE directly into his BRAIN - AGAIN, and Again, and again and again - AGAIN Again again - Again and again and again. "And above all else," The Doctor thought, "will be the pleasure. Jack has had female pleasure already - far more than almost any woman in history has ever had. What has gone on before is just a starting point that I will build upon - build into a flow, build into a river, build into a Raging Torrent - A RAGING TORRENT OF PLEASURE such that there will no room for any other thoughts in the minds of Jack - nor in the minds of the clients - for anything except the FEMALE SEXUAL PLEASURES that only The Doctor can provide - a river of it - an ocean of it - as his THALAMUS AND HYPOTHALAMUS WILL AMPLIFY EVERY FEMALE SEXUAL PLEASURE, every female sensation, such that it will increase into a coruscating torrent of female pleasures fed directly into the brain tissues and cells, and into the female body of Jack until it it can scarcely be imagined. The Doctor suddenly dropped to the floor, her torso quivering, her arms and legs nearly rigid. The pure pleasure of her thoughts had given her such an orgasm as she had never before experienced. She writhed, shuddered and moaned minute after minute until it passed. Then she slowly stood up - with even more sharpness in her mind - more resolve and even more determination to bring her plans into action. "Well," thought the Doctor, "the new equipment is going to give the customers a ride. A ride like they never imagined they would be buying into - no matter what stage they started making payments at." She smiled at the thought - smiled for quite a long time indeed. "But," the Doctor thought, "all things in their time. To have a new ending, we must also have a new beginning. I have to proceed step by step and not miss any opportunity." "We will go slowly my dear," the Doctor said aloud, looking right at Jack's pussy, talking directly to it and giving it a caress. She knew his brain would not register the sounds of her voice, but it would feel her hand on his pussy. Then, to her assistant, The Doctor said, "Time to move Jack to his home." And so they began those preparations. -=-=-=-=-=-=-= Paradise Trail -=-=-=-=-=-=-= By Maria 2 (a.k.a. Maria) Chapter 14 The Doctor and her assistant had moved Jack back into his old house. There were a few changes in the house, but mostly it was still the same. Jack was in his bed, sleeping now. It was nearly time for him to awaken. It was nearly time for him to begin the new life The Doctor had planned for him - well, for her, that is. She left the room as Jack was opening her eyes. I woke up and looked around. I was in my own bed, back in my own room, and it felt very comfortable and the covers very warm. Sitting up in the bed I noticed two new things in the room. First was the wall - one wall had been fitted with a floor-to-ceiling mirror, it covered the entire wall. I could see myself in it. "My God, I am a beauty - a stunning beauty," I thought, looking at myself as I sat up. My hair flowed in wave after curving wave down my face, down my back. My face was incredible - fat pouting lips, lovely cheekbones, it was the singlemost beautiful thing I had ever seen. I brought my hands up to my cheek and touched myself with fingers so lovely, so feminine, so tapered - and ending in the most lovely almond-shaped nails that I could barely believe were mine. The covers and sheets fell down to my waist and I saw all three pairs of my bosoms revealed. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt the incredible sexual attraction of that female body - of my female body. It was almost as if there was an aura around each and every part of my body. It was an incredible, indescribable sexual attraction surrounding every part of my female body. "Especially around my breasts. Most especially around my breasts," I thought I could barely keep my eyes away from them. They were beautiful - beautiful beyond belief; white like those of the Venus de Milo, almost shining, almost transparent. At the same time wonderfully, magnificently oversized, and bulging from within - each one seemed so large - and jutting from her torso so proudly, filled with a such a raw sexual power she was almost afraid to touch one but at the same time could barely keep her hands off of them. The aureoles were so big, so lovely, so so large. Those aureoles, each of the six of them, seemed to speak to me as I gazed at them. As if they were speaking right into my mind, they spoke and said, "The larger the aureoles, the larger the treasure within. Come - come and feel me - come and touch me - each one of me is a like a treasure map, leading to the most delightful female pleasure you have ever imagined." And lead to hidden treasures they did, those huge aureoles. Swollen and rounded, puffy and huge, areoles ended by the nipples that tipped each of my six bosoms. Once I looked at any one nipple, it was almost impossible to pull my eyes away from it. Deliciously large, long, and fat they were - beautiful and sexy they were. So filled with treasure, so powerfully inviting they were, and so wonderfully bulging that they looked about to burst from what was inside of them. But at the same time they were the most friendly things that I have ever imagined. Friendly and warm and inviting they were, free and open and waiting just for you, and there was only one thing to do once I had seen even one, and that was to give in to their wonderful invitation, to give them the kiss that they wished for, to give them the kisses that they were meant for. And then to kiss them deeper, deeper and stronger into you, deeper into your mouth for that is where they wanted to be, deeper and stronger and they would fill your kissing mouth and repay you a thousand times over with the most wonderful treasure you could ever imagine, if you would only just give them that deep and strong kiss that they wanted - and wanted only from you. Long kisses they asked for. Kiss me as deep into your mouth as you want, as deep as you can, and I will be your friend forever and give everything that is inside of me to you. I am yours - yours to kiss, yours to love, yours forever, kiss me as strong as you desire, as deep and as long as you like, for ever ever and ever and I will give you such rewards as you never imagined. Each wonderfully large bosom promised this, each fattened crinkly aureole promised this, and especially each beautiful, inviting, friendly, warm, fat, long, nearly bursting with goodness nipple invited your mouth to be the one and only friend, the one and only lover that this bosom would ever want or ever need from now until the end of time. "My God, it's working - it's working even on her," thought the Doctor, as she looked down on Jack's stunning female body. "I can see it in her eyes, in the way she purses her lips as she looks at herself in the mirror." And it was working even on The Doctor, though she did not realize it until she felt her vaginas muscles pulsing and squeezing quietly on their own accord and wetness dripping between her legs. She now noticed her lips spread apart, ready to take any one of those nipples into her own mouth, ready to spend hours and hours kissing, nursing, loving. The Doctor slapped her face and said to herself, "Careful, Doc - do not come under your own spell!" All six of my bosoms were stuffed and plumped so full of milk that they were about to burst. There was no denying it, they were so clearly full of milk. I tried to look away from my bosoms, from my aureoles and from my nipples, but it was hard. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done, to turn my face away from that mirror, from my body in that mirror. It took several tries - each time I glanced away my eyes were drawn back to stare at my bosoms by some power I did not understand. It seemed impossible for me to stop looking at my own bosoms in that mirror. Finally I was able to tear my eyes away, and as I did I saw the second new thing in my room - a kind of chair with what was clearly a cow milking machine in front of it. Once I saw that I thought, "Oh, Thank God, thank god, thank god. Thank you, thank you, thank you" and I got up from the bed and sat right down in the chair. The equipment was all ready. Somehow I seemed to know exactly what to do - maybe it was instinct, I don't know. There were six nozzles in front of the chair, and all I needed to do was to lean forward just a bit and then Schloop Schop Schooop Schlipp Schipp Schlooop all six of my nipples were sucked into the nozzles, and I felt a gigantic sucking power on each and every one of my nipples. They were sucked - sucked hard and deep into those six nozzles, and I felt milk gush out - gush out of each and every one of my nipples, and then there was a kind of let loose which relaxed each one and let them all slide back. Before I even knew it there was another powerful suck on all six nipples and in each one went into the milkers, each one squirting milk to beat the band and then there was the relax again. SUCK all six went again before I was even ready and GUSH they all six squirted out showers of milk. Oh My God, it felt good. It was the best thing I had ever felt in my life - bar none. Better than anything at the Paradise Trail Casino, better than anything I had ever - SUCK - felt my entire life as a man. SUCK, relax, SUCK, relax, SUCK, relax my nipples were squishing in and out of those milking tubes each and every time and I cannot even describe how good it felt as milk squirted out of me. Six places each time, six VERY female parts of my body were getting milked and - SUCK - it was like heaven. I leaned forward and there was a place for me to rest - SUCK - my head, a chin rest. I only had - SUCK - to sit and rest and let - SUCK - the cow milkers do their job. My - SUCK - bosoms were feeling better now - they still felt - SUCK - like they were going to explode from the milk - SUCK - inside of them but I think it was - SUCK - getting less now, and the pleasure from the - SUCK - milking machine was so intense, so - SUCK - powerful, on all six of - SUCK - my bosoms. All six of - SUCK - my nipples were being pulled hard into - SUCK - those nozzles, and I could feel the milk - SUCK - squirting out of each and every one - SUCK - It was a pleasure - SUCK - such a pleasure to sit here and - SUCK - relax with all six of my bosoms - SUCK - fitted into the milking - SUCK - machine. I just relaxed - SUCK - - SUCK - - SUCK - - SUCK - This was so wonderful - SUCK - so fantastically wonderful - SUCK - that I could not believe - SUCK - it. It was like each and - SUCK - every pump of the machine made me - SUCK - feel so wonderfully female, making - SUCK - milk. Then something - SUCK - was happening on the chair - SUCK - I felt a rod coming up from - SUCK - the chair, pushing against my vaginal lips - SUCK - and before I knew it it was inside - SUCK - me, inside my vagina, spreading me - SUCK - apart down there. Next moment - SUCK - I felt another rod like a finger entering my - SUCK - bottom up into my anus. I felt like a bowling - SUCK - ball, one with only - SUCK - two holes and - SUCK - both of them - SUCK - were filled with fingers. - SUCK - milk kept squirting out of all my - SUCK - nipples with each and every suck - SUCK - my bosoms were feeling much better now - SUCK - and not so full but they were - SUCK - still full of milk, all of - SUCK - them. Oh My God, this sucking felt - SUCK - wonderful, so wonderful and sexy - SUCK - I was about to have an orgasm - SUCK - just from sitting here and having - SUCK - my bosoms stuck into a cow - SUCK - milker. And now - SUCK - it came, and I could not - SUCK - stop it - for the first time - SUCK - it was a gentle but firm pulsing - SUCK - orgasm in my vagina, not strong, not powerful - SUCK - but so calm, so pleasant, so soft, and so long - SUCK - it just went on for minute - SUCK - after minute after minute. I collapsed - my body just collapsed into the milking machines, into the the chair, like I was jello - the rod up inside of my vagina was rubbing and warm and helped my orgasm, my soft, quiet, and ever so long orgasm go on for at least ten minutes. All of this I was in heaven - pleasure was shooting from the milkers attached to my bosoms, the rod up inside of my vagina was warm, my vagina was wet and oozing, gently pulsing all of its muscles around that rod as it engulfed it, my stomach was slowly moving back and forth in response to my vagina, and I was happy. I was so happy, this was the best day of my life, and I felt so wonderfully happy I wanted it to go on forever, forever and to never stop. My gentle orgasm continued in my vagina as it squeezed and squirmed against that warm rod up inside of me. I felt the other rod, the one up inside of my bottom, doing things too, but I was so happy, so enjoying my gentle female orgasm that I didn't care. I think it might have been squirting stuff up inside me but I did not care. The cow milkers continued to pump me, to suck me, deep inside their nozzles all six of my nipples went each and every time, and milk shot out each and every time from each and every nipple. Oh, Oh, Oh - I could stay like this for all day. For a week. For ever - and that rod in my vagina pushed up and down, slowly, oh so slowly, and it was hot now, hot and warm in such a wonderful way and my stomach rippled with my orgasm, rippled and squished my vagina tighter against that rod and my orgasm just would not stop and pleasure shot from my vagina right into my brain until I was in a daze, a daze of sex in my vagina, milk in my bosoms, milkers on my nipples, pumping and pumping without end and milk squirted out of me, milk without end, pumping without end, my nipples sliding in and out within those nozzles, deeper and squirting, deeper and squirting, and suddenly . . . And suddenly the pole thing up inside of my ass shot a squir of some liquid, hot it was and it went up into my innards, I felt it all even as my orgasm continued with my vagina squeezing and squirming all over the rod that was inside of it, and the milkers sucked and sucked and sucked me. Then there was another hot feeling in my bottom as a second wave of hot liquid was pushed up into my rectum. This one was even bigger, I could hardly hold it in, but it went quickly into my insides. I could feel it's warmth deep inside my stomach even as my orgasm was slowly, ever so slowly stopping. The cow milkers did not slow, they kept on sucking and sucking and sucking at my bosoms, and it felt so wonderfully sexy having milk squirting out of my bosoms this way. I think it would not be long before all this would cause another orgasm - it was building, building within me and this one was going to be even stronger and longer that the one before, that I could tell, because it was almost on me - and here it comes! -=-=-=-=-=-=- ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========---------- ----------==========-----------==========-----------==========--------- - To my loyal and valued readers - - There is quite a bit more to my diary. If there are readers out there who would like to know more of what has happened to me - and what might even happen to you, should The Doctor unfortunately get you in her sights, then you shall have it. Let me know if you are interested in reading more, and if so then there will be more - much, much more, that I promise you, for I have lived it all will tell it all to anyone who is interested. But be warned - there is a danger here. Should The Doctor by any means learn of your interest in me, then you are in danger - great danger indeed. In danger of becoming just like I am now. A duplicate of me, down to the very last female cell, to the very last molecule. You have been warned. Respond with caution.