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Part 2 of the continuing adventures of Joe Watson

CHAPTER 7

Two large attendants entered Joe's room. The larger of the two men motioned for Joe to get up. "Come. Bath." He said.

Joe stared at him. "What."

Having been instructed in his native tongue to compel instant obedience. The man slapped Joe's face so violently that Joe cried.

Having learned his first lesson, Joe painfully maneuvered his body to where the attendants could help him out of bed and walk him to the bathroom. He noticed that the bathroom was austere and lacked a mirror.

While bathing under the observation of one of the attendants, Joe noticed the curious lack of hair on his body. "Oh well. It'll grow back," he thought.

After poking himself with his new fingernails a couple of times, he learned to move slowly and carefully. He went to wash his hair. "So they shaved my head too."

While washing his face he found out about his peculiar lack of eyebrows. After he had dried off Joe was handed what looked like a standard green hospital gown. It was different from the normal hospital gown in two respects. It was made of silk instead of the normal cotton, pulled over the head rather than tying up the back, and fell to mid thigh.

Joe was able to return to bed unassisted. Walking back, he noticed unaccustomed pressure on his feet and tension in his calf muscles.

While Joe had been in the bath, the other attendant had been making up his bed. Joe discovered that the new sheets and pillow cases were slinky and slippery.

"Well I'll be," he thought. "Satin sheets. At least they go first class here."

Joe began to relax. Now that feeling had returned to his body, he took stock of himself. The stiffness and soreness had been reduced by the hot bath. There was a odd itching sensation at various points on his body. He probed his hips and buttocks were the feeling was concentrated. Nothing seemed wrong. He scratched his chest which also itched. He touched a nipple that was swollen and sensitive. Pulling out the front of his gown he observed that his nipples were enlarged. Further investigation disclosed the presence of a hard lump in each breast.

"Probably a reaction to some new drug they're testing on me," thought Joe. "Just my luck, they're probably looking for a cure for breast cancer."

One of the attendants returned with a food tray. After setting a table in place over Joe's bed, he put the tray on it and left. The smell of the food reminded Joe that he was ravenous. Opening the plates he discovered an abundance of food. He found that he had to adjust his handling of utensils to compensate for his long fingernails. Still, he dug in with abandon. Pancakes with syrup, eggs, bacon, milk, and orange juice. He ate it all and sated, Joe relaxed and was soon asleep.

Dr. van Damme and Dave Weinstein, her behavior modification specialist, watched the sleeping man on the monitor in her office.

"So, we are acclimating him to the feel of materials such as silk and satin on his skin." Asked Dr. van Damme.

"Yes Doctor. The texture can sometimes produce a emotion of resistance in a male. His subconscious knows that the cloth is typical of female garb and objects because of the inconsistency with his masculinity. By establishing the initial contact with such textiles in a non-threatening environment, the male accepts their presence and eventually regards them as normal."

"Thank you Dave. Keep me appraised of his progress."

CHAPTER 8

Joe sat up in bed watching television. He was wearing an athletic shirt and boxer shorts. So what if they were red and soft. Besides, it was all they gave him.

Any woman, though, would have recognized what Joe was wearing; a satin camisole and tap pants set. And they weren't red, they were fuchsia. A distinction that Joe wasn't aware of, yet.

Joe finished his candy bar and drank the last of his soda, thinking. "I shouldn't be eating all this junk food. I'll get fat."

Joe was getting fat, but that didn't bother him too deeply. What did was the way it was being distributed around his body. He couldn't view himself in a mirror, but he could comprehend that his ass was getting fat and so were his hips. He couldn't see any increase in his waistline though. Indeed, it seemed to be getting thinner, so he didn't let it worry him.

Joe's nipples were another story, they had continued to swell. The increase in their size was evident under his gown. The red areas around the nipples had expanded to the size of a half-dollar while the hard lumps on his chest had softened and were expanding.

Dr. van Damme entered the room on one of her infrequent visits. "And how are we today Mr. Watson?"

"I,… am fine."

"Excellent. Please be so good as to get out of bed."

Aware that his attendants were at most a call away, Joe hastened to do her bidding.

"Get undressed and put these on." She directed.

Not daring to disobey, Joe doffed his clothing and took that which she offered. "These" were a matching gown and robe. No pretense was offered to disguise their feminine style. The gown was blue satin and was edged in lace on the hem, and bodice. The robe matched the gown. It tied at the waist and fell to his knees.

"We're going for a walk Joe."

"But, Doctor, I have had trouble walking ever since that doctor worked on my feet."

At this Dr. van Damme produced two items. "Here. These should help you walk easier."

Joe was speechless. she had given him two tiny high heeled shoes. There wasn't much to them. Just a satin strap across the instep with some fluff attached.

"They are called mules Joe. Sit down."

Joe sat and Dr. van Damme placed the mules on his feet. She was not surprised to find them a perfect fit.

Joe noticed that his feet felt relaxed and natural in them. He stood up. After an initial shakiness, he managed to walk around fairly easily. "Wow. My feet feel so much better in these things."

"It seems Joe, that when the doctor modified your feet to accommodate high heels, that he made it difficult, if not impossible, for you to walk barefoot for any great distance or stand for any length of time. Your feet now need the support these type of shoes provide so you'd better get used to wearing them. Now follow me please."

As he walked Joe appreciated the way the shoes made his feet more comfortable. In addition, due to his insecurity about his height, he liked the fact that they made him taller.

"When I get out of here, I'm going to buy some elevator shoes," he thought.

Joe followed the Doctor to an empty room where he was told to strip and lay down on the bed. She returned and gave him a small glass of a bitter clear liquid to drink. Joe immediately felt lightheaded.

"What happens now Doc? Gonna let me in on your big plan?"

"Yes, perhaps it is time Joe. You might recall that I said that we were going to change your appearance and personality."

"Yes, I remember."

"Well we are using you as a test subject for many new drugs and processes which will reduce suffering in many diverse groups of people. You are, you might say, a human guinea pig. Unlike many test animals though, when we are done with you, you will be well taken care of for the rest of your life. Which, I might add, due to the nature of some of the experiments may turn out to be abnormally long."

"In addition to those experiments, in order to fulfill our contract with your wife, we have put many changes into effect on your appearance and now we start on your personality."

Seeming to float above reality, Joe giggled. "So what exactly is it you're changing me into?"

"That's the fun part Joe, and also your punishment. In the past you have displayed an attraction for large breasted blonde women that borders on compulsion. I believe, therefore, that you will be pleased to know that you will soon be joining their ranks. My only hope is that your new form will provide you with as much enjoyment as those of your playmates did."

Finding this hilarious for some reason. Joe continued to giggle as he drifted off into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER 9

Joe's inanimate form lay on a platform surrounded by many pieces of complex machinery. Countless wires ran from the apparatus to points all over his body. His head from the throat up was enclosed in a sealed container from which the top of his bald head projected. Inside, Joe's unconscious eyes stared blankly into the darkness.

An incision was made around the crown of Joe's scalp, which was then peeled back to reveal his skull. A precision micro-saw then cut a circle through the bone. The bone was carefully removed revealing Joe's brain. A team of surgeons spent some time implanting a mesh of fine wires in Joe's cerebellum.

The leader explained their actions. "What we are doing here is connecting the subject's brain for a function plot using resonance mapping. An external impulse is applied to the body, or suggested to the subconscious, the brain responds. This point is then plotted on a three dimensional map, and stored in computer memory. This is not new technology, it has existed for at least ten years. The notable accomplishment here, is this; knowing where the function signals the brain, we now can duplicate that signal directly to the brain using a technique I call proto-resonance induction. What this means is we can act directly on brain responses, both conscious and unconscious. Leaving the conductive mesh under the skull will allow for future alterations without surgery. The potential for treatment of mental illnesses and obsessions such as drug or alcohol addiction is unlimited."

"Is the subject ready?"

"Good. Let's proceed."

"To start the demonstration we will apply external stimulation to the genitals."

After a short wait a green light came on.

"Good. We have that mapped. Now we apply external stimulation to the subjects breasts."

When the light came on he continued. "Now while stimulating the breasts we apply a signal to the area controlled by genital stimulation. The result is that the subject now finds manual stimulation of the breasts a sexually arousing experience."

"Now here is how I can influence behavior. The computer is suggesting an embarrassing situation to the subconscious mind. It is plotted and now the computer suggests a new experience."

He looked at some papers.

"Yes, this one is being seen bare-chested. While the allusion is in the mind, the signal is sent to the embarrassment center of the brain. The subject will now find the bare chest a source of embarrassment. You can see how this can be used to substitute desired behavior patterns for unwanted ones."

"To test the effectiveness of this process we will attempt to affect other senses." The doctor pushed a button.

"What I have done is release into the subjects nostrils a vapor containing an extract of the pheromone produced by a human female in heat. Normally the conscious mind is unaware of the presence of it. Ah yes, we have response."

The doctor pushed another button. "I have just released a vapor containing the pheromones excreted by a sexually aroused male. I apply the previous signal and, voila! I trust I do not have to draw you a picture."

"I am doing nothing here to affect the subject's prior sexual urges. Rather, you might say, we are expanding them. This machine can be programmed to provide any number of effects and can be left to run automatically. The response can be strengthened or weakened by adjusting the signal strength. Hypnosis can further reinforce any suggestions which may encounter resistance from the subconscious. The machine will now finish the task. Any questions?"

There were none and the group left the room. The lights were turned out leaving the blinking machines as the only source of illumination.

Inside the device, a picture of a naked giant breasted blonde, in a suggestive pose, was displayed to Joe's unconscious mind. The computer noted the strong response. A series of pictures of handsome and virile young men were flashed at Joe's mind. Along with each one went the feedback of the previously recorded signal.

Next a little cam whirled. Oxygen was routed to the tubes in Joe's nostrils and he was influenced to breathe through his nose. A probe was inserted into Joe's mouth while a low level signal was sent to his pleasure center. Joe's subconscious recognized the shape as that of an erect penis but the constant pleasure signal overrode it's objection. The probe was pushed in and out, eventually reaching deep into Joe's throat.

Previously recorded signals controlled Joe's responses. The gag reflex was muted and his throat was compelled to produce a swallowing motion. The pleasure signal increased in intensity. The computer then released a measure of fluid which in consistency, taste, and temperature duplicated that of semen. Some was swallowed, some overflowed his mouth and ran over his face. Joe's body, craving salt due to his diet, savored the fluid. Concurrently the machine pulsed the strongest possible stimulation to Joe's pleasure centers.

The machine ran through it's program, scattering cues and responses throughout Joe's mind. While Joe slept he became a new man. Only he didn't know it.

CHAPTER 10

Joe came to in his bed. He was wearing a baby doll nightgown and panties made of satin and lace. Recalling Dr. van Damme's threat to turn him into a big boobed blonde, he stuck his hand under the elastic of his panties.

"Yes sir, little buddies safe and sound," he thought.

"So much for that crazy doctor and her plan."

Joe's reverie was interrupted by the entrance of the most gorgeous babe he had seen in awhile. Even in her starched nurses uniform, Joe could make out the outline of her fantastic figure. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She was tall. About six feet of everything tha

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