Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2003 19:32:46 +0100 From: Beverly Taff Subject: Snake 9 The Gaia organisation had opened a new subsidiary research station deep in the swamps of Louisiana. A place were snakes grew thick and fast. Ellie and Jackie where aware of it's existence and Jackie had visited the labs with a list of special requests. The researchers had scrutinised her requirements and then determined what was practical. When Jackie returned she showed the options to Ellie who grinned appreciatively. "Boy oh boy! If all this goes as planned, then that dammed sheriff is in for one big surprise." Jackie then took the plans to Wendy who studied them and finally agreed. She was coming to the end of her tether. Carl had recently come home with a dose of gonorrhoea and the loyal Wendy had to accompany him to the local clinic. It was the most humiliating and insulting thing she had to do and it was the final straw. 'Next time it could be syphilis or even worse, Aid's!' Ellie sympathised with her. Her own bitter experiences struck a common chord. Wendy had reached breaking point. Tears escaped her eyes as she nodded her assent with tight-lipped bitterness. The following weekend Jackie sprung the trap. Early on the Friday afternoon, she took a deliberate diversion on her way home from the office. Her route took her past the sheriff's favourite speed trap and she smiled enigmatically as the familiar siren, and blue lights erupted in her rear mirror. She pulled over and Carl's hulking shape appeared in her driving mirror as he strolled victoriously towards Jackie's car. He had readily recognised Jackie's familiar little jeep and he had been dying to get inside this little beauty's knickers for months. Here was a heaven sent opportunity. Jackie wound down her window as he swaggered up and leaned appreciatively inwards. "Pushing it a bit weren't you Miss?" "Oh I have finished work early and I was in a bit of a hurry to make a rendezvous. I'm sorry officer." Replied Jackie pretending all was sweetness and light. "I'm sorry if I was going a bit too quickly," she repeated ingratiatingly. "A bit too quickly! Listen lady! I would have said it was all of eighty miles per hour," he gloated sarcastically. "Oh Surely not sheriff!" protested Jackie, "this little jeep isn't capable of that." The sheriff smirked as he made a show of pulling out his notebook. "D'you reckon so lady. I'm gonna' have to issue a ticket." "Oh come on sheriff!" protested Jackie in a whingeing falsetto. "It was nowhere near eighty!" The sheriff sensed his opportunity and leaned further into the window as he savoured Jackie's scented cleavage. "Well I guess there's got to be some sort of penalty for somebody as fast as you little lady." Jackie quickly recognised the innuendo and played along. Carl's attitude was well known in the town amongst the womenfolk. "If you say so sheriff. What had you in mind?" The sheriff recognised a 'come-on' when he heard one and clumsily made his move. A long thick meaty arm slid through the window and squeezed one of Jackie's luscious ripe breasts. She struggled to lift it off but Carl's arms were much too strong. "Ouch! Watch where you put your filthy hands, you big ox!" protested Jackie for the hidden camera's benefit. Carl sneered and left his hand on her breast as he reached for his notebook again. "OK then lady. If' it's a ticket you'd prefer, I Can easily oblige." Jackie made an elaborate show of capitulating and Carl quickly made his conditions known. He laid particular emphasis on Jackie's gorgeous rounded arse, superb large boobs and her slender little arms. "You see little lady. Those flimsy little arms can't do much to protect you can they?" "Oh you like small arms then' do you sheriff?" "You bet babe, and big tits; especially on a body like yours; and believe me babe, your body is a real beauty." "So why d'you like small arms?" asked Jackie curiously, ignoring the crude observation about her body. "Less chance to fight back baby. You babes have no strength so just lie back and enjoy it. It's what you were made for." Jackie hid her anger and smiled dangerously as the sheriff went on to elaborate his fantasies. In the back, the hidden video camera silently recorded his bizarre tastes. Finally, she made a tearful show of slumping defeatedly and mumbled an agreement to meet the sheriff at the Motel later that night. Confident of his victory, the sheriff released her tit and strolled away. Jackie had a hard time controlling her anger as she drove away whilst Carl leaned idly against his car and gloated. He lit a new cigar to celebrate his success. After collecting Ellie, Jackie drove around to Wendy's and showed her the video of her husband's obscene behaviour. It was the final straw and Wendy agreed whole-heartedly to the plan. Carl's demands on his wife had often been utterly perverted, but now it was a matter of record. In future, she would always have the video as hard evidence to present in court. If Carl's family tried to have her children taken from her after Carl's forthcoming disappearance, she could play the video as a trump card. Early that evening, Jackie completed her rendezvous with Carl at the motel. It was the same motel where she herself had undergone her transformation and it evoked strange memories for her. Jackie was now utterly happy and contented with her new sex and sexuality but she still felt a strange fricassee of fear as she anticipated the forthcoming night. Carefully she checked that her cunt snake Victoria was all ready and waiting to do her bit. Victoria proved more than ready and they savoured a brief interlude of licentious pleasure on the bed as they waited Carl's arrival. Heavy footsteps on the boardwalk presaged the sheriff's arrival. The night was still young but it was obvious by the unsteady footfall that Carl had already been drinking. Jackie quickly opened the door before he knocked. He tottered unsteadily and she tugged him inside to avoid a scene. Carl's noisy inebriated state would have woken the dead. "Keen to have it are you girlie?" slurred Carl as he totally misinterpreted Jackie's urgent attempt to drag him inside before anybody else noticed the activity. "You big drunken lummox. I don't want everybody to know we're getting it together. Have you no shame!" Carl grinned stupidly and leered at the bed as his eyes drank in Jackie's delicious body. 'Tonight was going to be a dream ride,' he thought. Jackie read his thoughts and actually began to feel a little sorry for the drunken slob. If he had been halfway sober, Victoria's soft, greedy lips would have given him one last spectacular might to remember as a man. Sadly, in his present state, Jackie wondered if he would even get hard enough to function. She took the coffee percolator and motioned to Carl. "You'd better have a cup or two, it'll help you sober up." "I can manage well enough bitch. You just throw yourself across that bed." Jackie knew with a woman's certainty that the big lummox would probably just about manage to penetrate her but it would be no picnic. Carl leered greedily as she undressed then he lunged clumsily towards her. Jackie deftly dodged his lumbering effort and motioned towards the bed. "Come on then you big OX. Let's see if you're a real man." Carl's eyes glittered with anger and he almost ripped his clothes of in his determination to have his way and prove his virility. Jackie smiled inwardly as she considered that he wouldn't need his clothes in the morning. She posed provocatively on the bed as Carl fumbled with his belt buckle and swayed drunkenly as he removed his trousers. Finally, he flung himself onto the bed. The union proved depressingly predictable. Carl simply clambered onto Jackie and forced his attentions with no attempt at foreplay or any consideration for a woman's unprepared state. If Jackie had been a normal woman, Carl's brutal thrusting to enter his semi hard organ into her unprepared vagina would have been an agonising rape without lubrication. Fortunately, Victoria was well equipped to anticipate such selfish abuse and she had readily prepared Jackie for the onslaught. Carl's semi tumescent organ slipped easily into the cunt snake's soft sucking mouth and the vacuum quickly drew the offending organ further up Jackie's scabbard. Carl grunted appreciatively as he felt the easy entry and slobbered some compliment about Jackie being some 'slick horny chick'. He gave a sudden twitch as Victoria's fangs injected their venom but there was little pain. Indeed, the punctures served only to heighten the sensations in his penis. Jackie gasped as Carl pumped urgently to a climax and she fought for breath as he failed to support his body on his elbows. His massive porcine weight crushed Jackie and she nearly suffocated before he finally climaxed and slumped into a drunken torpor. After wriggling and struggling, Jackie eventually managed to extricate herself from under Carl's senseless weight and she slumped exhausted from the effort as her lungs screamed for oxygen. In the dark, her eyes blazed with anger at the insensitive brute's selfish cruelty. Jackie had derived no pleasure from the act. 'Here indeed was a bully worthy of a cunt snake's bite,' she concluded. 'The act had been little short of rape and the unpleasantness had been compounded by Carl's stinking, smoky, beery breath. She looked with disgust at the comatose bulk beside her on the bed then took a shower to try to rid herself of the filthy violation. Victoria's bite soon took effect. When Jackie emerged from the shower Carl was sleepily scratching at the itch in his penis. As she donned a nightie and peignoir Carl started to wake up as the itch got stronger. Within minutes, he was scratching furiously and staring blearily at Jackie. "What's your problem?" asked Jackie innocently. "This god dam itch! My cock's on fire." "You shouldn't dip your wick in every pot. You better hadn't give me any of your filthy diseases." The sheriff fell silent. He had just recovered from his dose of gonorrhoea and it was no secret around the small town. Wendy had made no secret of her anger at his betrayal. The trouble was that he was not sure if this was another infection. He had been playing around again and he had some idea about Sexually Transmitted diseases. Jackie could not possibly have infected him in so short a time. He wondered if it was that chick from Seattle, he had screwed two nights earlier. "This is just some sort of god damned itch. It won't go away," he declared. "Well if I get infected, you'd better look out. I'll spread the news all over the county!" Carl continued scratching and muttering but Jackie ignored him. She suggested he go and wash it as she turned over and pretended to go to sleep. For want of any other option, Carl stumbled into the shower and scrubbed himself feverishly. Eventually the itch did subside and he calmed down as he returned to the bed. He pawed Jackie hopefully, but she resolutely continued feigning sleeping and lay with her back towards him while her pyjamas remained firmly tied around her waist. Eventually his booze-sodden brain got the message and he fell into a deep slumber. His snoring confirmed his comatose state and Jackie quickly rose to prepare for Carl's transformation into Carla. She tested him with some sharp violent prods but the venom was hard at work and he continued snoring heavily. Two phone calls alerted Wendy and Ellie who arrived together. Ellie then displayed Carla's new clothes. As she unwrapped them, Wendy studied the corset with stunned disbelief. "My God!" she whispered, "is he really going to have boobs this big?" "SHE is," emphasised Jackie as Wendy continued fingering the impossibly narrow waist. "But he'll snap in half with a waist this thin and boobs this big." "Not really," observed Ellie, "look at those two seams down the back. They are designed to take these two reinforcing stiffeners." As she spoke, she produced two strong steel slats that slid tightly under the flat seams to make the back of the corset as rigid as a bar. "That will keep her back supported and help hold up her boobs," grinned Ellie as she demonstrated the corset's strength. Wendy giggled as she studied her sleeping husband. "What if he wakes up?" "He won't," observed Ellie, "the drug is working as we speak. In the morning you'll be stunned by his transformation." Wendy nodded her satisfaction and folded the provocative lingerie neatly into a drawer. In the wardrobe, she hung the obscenely skimpy dress and smiled to herself as she contemplated Carl's coming degradation. Finally she placed the 'fuck me' shoes on the floor and wagged her head at the impossibly high heels. After one last look at her soon to be ex-husband, she returned home and Ellie went to the motel room next door. They had booked it earlier as part of the plan. Jackie returned to bed and slept until the alarm clock woke her early the following morning. She turned to study the sluttish busty tart asleep under the duvet beside her and was tempted to wake her. Victoria's venom was still working it's magic however, so Jackie reluctantly refrained. Carl continued sleeping deeply as Jackie dressed and joined Ellie outside. After placing a 'do not disturb' on Carl's door, the girls went to breakfast. They timed their return perfectly as Wendy appeared after putting her children off to school. Carl was just beginning to stir as they entered. The three girls arraigned themselves around the bed as the stunning bimbo gradually came to her senses. Ellie continued the pretence as 'Carla' blinked sleepily. "Hello young lady. Who might you be?" Carl smirked blearily for Ellie's words had not sunk in. He tried to sit up but found that he seemed to be unable to push his torso erect. Somehow, his balance seemed all out of kilter. He groaned confusedly then swore as he tried to twist round under the duvet and suddenly flopped on his side. "Hell! Was he still drunk,' he wondered. Suddenly he recognised the familiar faces around him. He sneered contemptuously at his wife and turned to Jackie. "What's she doing here?" he demanded, still failing to realise the falsetto voice was his own. "I think we should be asking the question's young lady," replied Jackie. Carl attempted to turn again and sit up to confront the bitches around his bed but again his arms somehow failed him. They seemed somehow incapable of pushing him to an upright position. "What the!" He squealed as an unrecognisable voice assailed his ears and a heavy weight on his chest pinned him down to the bed. His arms pinioned like a flightless bird but his body simply refused to rise as he expected. For a second his confused brain continued to put it down to drunkenness but eventually he realised that something was seriously wrong. His body seemed to be all out of proportion and his balance was hopelessly deranged. The weight on his chest seemed to pin him down to the mattress and he floundered like a beached seal. 'Somehow, he just couldn't sit up in the bed!' Slowly his eyes widened with fear and he reached uncertainly under the duvet. Cautiously he slid his hands over his chest to find their passage blocked by two immense tits. Frantically he tried to fling the duvet back but it hardly moved. The edge only flipped sideways a few inches then slipped down to reveal the magnificent pair of mammaries that had sprouted overnight. For a second he stared mesmerised at the pair then tried to cover them with his arms in a bizarre fit of modesty. The action was quite automatic for some of his reactions were now female. Then for another second or so, he fumbled stupidly before he realised his arms were totally out of proportion to his tits. No matter how he tried, he could not extend his arms far enough to reach his nipples. Frantically he strained desperately to embrace his tits but it was hopeless. He raised his arms and studied them in shock as he realised they were tiny. To confirm his discovery he reached for his face and realised his arms would only just reach his forehead if he stretched them to the limit. To confuse him further, his head was covered by a mass of beautiful curls that splayed over his shoulders in a wild cascade of golden abandonment. His next discovery shocked him into fear. He burrowed under the duvet again and quickly learned that his hands would not reach to his waist. It was quite impossible for him to reach his itching cock or his butt. Desperately he strained to reach down to his groin but the baby-sized arms simply refused to extend that far south and the huge mammary globes prevented him from bending double. The three girls simply stared curiously until Jackie spoke again. "Who are you Lady?" Carl stared stupidly at her. "What d'you fucking mean bitch?" His voice shocked him as he finally recognised the squeaky bimboish soprano as his own. He let out a terrified shriek and Ellie moved quickly to cover his mouth. "We didn't ask you to scream you silly little cow. We asked who you were." Carl reached up to remove Ellie's arms but his atrophied forelimbs were wholly inadequate. His tiny child-like hands could not even encompass Elle's slender wrists and his strength was negligible. Try as he might, he could not budge Ellie's casual grip as she continued compressing his lips and nostrils. Quickly he stopped trying to scream. He was suffocating because Ellie was holding him with consummate ease like a cruel mother punishing a little child. "Mmmmph!" he spluttered desperately. "Do you promise not to scream?" demanded Jackie.Carl nodded his head and Ellie gently relaxed her grip as he sucked in desperate lungfuls of air. For good measure, Ellie used her free hand and gave Carl a sharp little slap on his childlike wrists to emphasise the futility of his trying to resist with force. "Now young lady; I'll ask you once again. Who are you?" demanded Jackie. "I'm Carl," he bawled, "Carl the sheriff!" "Oh come on little girly! Stop bullshitting! If you could just look at yourself in the mirror, you'd see that is a ridiculous statement. If you're Carl, then I'm Hercules." cackled Wendy. Carl tried to sit up again but his tiny arms simply failed to propel him high enough. He strained manfully for you few seconds but his infantile arms trembled then failed dismally. His huge tits swayed alarmingly then he collapsed back again defeated. "I can't get up!" he whimpered. "It's my arms, they're not long enough! Help me!" "Not before you tell us who you are," continued Jackie. "I tell you I'm Carl the sheriff. God dam it you bitches! What have you done to me?" The three women exchanged puzzled glances and studied the panicking Carl as he continued to flop about helplessly under the duvet. For several seconds, they savoured Carl's futile efforts to sit upright then Wendy spoke. "Don't be stupid girl. Carl's a huge fit guy. There's no way you could be him. Now come on; out with it. What have you or your friends done with Carl?" "I tell you I'm Carl. God dam it you bitches! Change me back!" Once again, the girls pretended ignorance and stared in wonder at the bimbo's futile struggle to sit up. Carl finally slumped in defeat and lay prostrate with his huge breasts exposed above the duvet while his lower body was still covered. He had not yet realised what other changes had occurred. Tears slowly flooded his eyes and he started to whine. "Come on girls. For God's sake, help me up." The girls exchanged smiles and Wendy finally took pity on the floundering Bimbo. She reached forward like a mother encouraging her baby to walk and Carl desperately strained to reach her outstretched fingers. As she tugged him upright, he gratefully swivelled on his generous rounded buttocks and finally got himself balanced. He swayed and wobbled uncertainly and clung tenaciously to Wendy's supportive hands as his immense weighty mammaries started to overwhelm his weakened back. He stared into her eyes with terror as he realised he would be unable to sit up for very long without support. His stupendous tits would topple him forward or sideways as they swayed and wobbled uncontrollably. His desperate grip tightened even further as he tried to adjust his generous buttocks and get himself stable. It was no use however. The slightest movement of the mattress would destabilise him, causing his huge tits to wobble and pitch him unpredictably in any direction. "H-hold me!" he begged in a fearful falsetto. "There we are darling, up-a-daisy. Come to mummy." He let out a squeak of fear as Wendy prised his desperate grip free from her fingers and reached around his slender back to hug Carl towards her. It was only then that Carl realised how erotically sensitive his nipples were. Wendy's embrace squeezed his ripe breasts and he felt his nipples harden ecstatically as Wendy's silky blouse rubbed against the erectile tissue. "Oh!" he squeaked with surprise, before the sensation overwhelmed his embarrassment and his jaw sagged with wanton delight. "Oh, that's nice. Oh! I like that. Hold me like that, it's lovely" Wendy sensed his body sag with eroticism as the sensations overwhelmed him and he unconsciously pressed his breasts tighter against her blouse. Through his super sensitised nipples, Carl could even feel the delicate embroidered lace of Wendy's bra cups under the delicate satiny material of her blouse. "Now, now! Let's not get naughty young lady," censured Wendy like some adult admonishing a wayward precocious child. "We keep that sort of thing for the privacy of the bed." Carl was about to remind Wendy that they were on the bed but she released her embrace he started to sway uncontrollably again. His words froze on his lips as he squealed with fear and started to slowly topple sideways. His vestigial arms waved frantically as he reached for support and found none. Like a stranded seal, his weakened back failed him then he flopped sideways onto the bed and scrabbled about helplessly. His huge tits pinned him on his side as the three girls wagged their heads in amused pity. Eventually, Ellie and Jackie helped him upright again and sat either side of him to support him as Wendy explained the new deal. "Now my dear. We know who you are but nobody else does. When you get to see yourself in the mirror, you will quickly realised that nobody will ever believe you are Carl. I had thought of renaming you Carla but that might lead somebody to believe you if you ever got them to listen. Instead, we will rename you Clarissa and your nickname will be Sissy. Now, d'you want to go and look at yourself in the mirror?" Carl sagged with defeat. Without the two girls supporting him, he knew his slender waist and weakened back would not support his massive tits for long. He wondered if he would ever be able to stand upright. The girls anticipated his thoughts and pulled the duvet back to reveal a beautiful pair of long smooth slender legs. Carl shuffled forward on his soft rounded butt and studied his delicate little feet before cautiously extending them down to the floor. Strangely, his feet seemed somehow locked in a 'pointed toe' position and he tried flexing his ankles to make a normal plantigrade foot. The ankle seemed to pivot correctly on the joint but his instep resolutely refused to flatten. He bit his lip nervously and delicately landed his toes onto the floor and applied weight. The toes took the weight but it was a strain and try as he might, his heel simply refused to settle properly. His effort to flatten his foot made his Achilles tendon strain painfully and his calf muscles sent stabbing pains up the back of his leg. He flopped back into the seated position on the bed. "Ouch! That hurts. My foot won't work properly," he complained. "Try the other foot darling," encouraged Jackie. Carl bit his lip and delicately extended the other limb with the same result. His feet simply refused to adopt a plantigrade configuration. "What's wrong with my feet?" he whimpered. "It seems you can only walk on your toes darling. Your heels are going to need some support." "B- but that's crazy. I- I will have to wear riding boots or surgical shoes or something!" "I think the correct word is heels darling," corrected Ellie, "and rather high heels at that; five or six inches, I should guess, looking at those feet." For long moments, Carl sat fearfully on the bed until Jackie and Ellie virtually forced him to stand. "Ouch! Take it easy," he squealed as he flapped his rudimentary arms, "I can't get my balance. It's these tits! They're wobbling and tipping me over!" As he spoke, Jackie and Ellie studied the outsized wobbling mounds adorning his slender chest. Carl, (or rather, Sissy), was quite right. Every time he tried to correct his balance, the magnificent pair bounced and swayed uncontrollably causing him to tilt 'every which way' and lurch against the girls. Without firm support for his feet, breasts and back, Sissy was going nowhere. Tears came to his eyes as the girls gently assisted him towards the bathroom. There in the mirror he finally realised the final insult. Until that moment, his immense breasts had hidden all sight of his lower regions but now the reflection in the large washbasin mirror revealed all. His cock was nowhere in sight. "Oh my God!" he screamed. "What have you done to it? Where's it gone?" He reached for it reflexively but of course his attenuated arms failed utterly to reach past his waist. The sudden movement caused him to pitch forward but the girls just managed to catch him as his breasts fetched up against the mirror. The cold glass sent icy tingles through his supersensitive nipples. "Oh! Aahh! Help me!" He gasped as his useless foreshortened arms tried to push his excited nipples clear of the chilly glass. The girls let him struggle uselessly for a minute as his waist folded weakly over the sink and his toes started to lose their tenuous grip on the slippery bathroom linoleum. Slowly, Sissy started to tilt into the basin as his breasts dragged him forward and downwards. He started to squeal with frustration as his face fetched up against the glass and his tits almost filled the hand basin. Eventually the inexorable law of gravity won and Sissy's heavy breasts settled into the basin thus pinning him by his chest. All three girls exchanged knowing grins as Sissy's naked, luscious, arse stuck out invitingly and her long sexy legs splayed outwards in an attempt to gain some purchase with her pointed toes. "Help me!" squealed Sissy again as he felt himself starting to slide towards the floor. He knew once he was down, he would never be able to get up unaided. Fortunately, he managed to grab the taps and prevent himself suffering that final indignity. He tried to twist his tearful face around and implore the girls to help him for he was still stuck in the same utterly vulnerable and inviting posture. Now that his weighty chest was embedded in the basin, his magnificent butt stuck upwards and outwards with his pink rounded cheeks exposed and parted invitingly. Unable to resist the invitation, Jackie let her fingers delicately trace a path down under the cleft between the beautiful butt cheeks until she found a familiar little button. Jackie's knowing fingers brushed the stiffening bud and Sissy let out a squawk of surprised pleasure. Then she gasped again as Jackie's expert fingers worked their magic and Sissy's protests quickly degenerated into a mewling whimper of delight. Soon, her butt started to gyrate urgently and her knees sagged wantonly. Above the sink, her tiny weakened childlike fingers went white with strain as they gripped the taps and struggled desperately to support her sagging weight. It was no use. Eventually, Sissy's body took complete control. She shuddered as she orgasmed violently then let out a hopeless moan of capitulation as her knees collapsed and she slumped slowly but inexorably to the floor. As her orgasm spent itself, she lay face down with her hips twitching uncontrollably whilst her chest heaved laboriously on the soft cushiony mounds that were her breasts. Her tiny flapping arms served only to act as stabilisers that prevented her rolling off her pillowy breasts. From above and behind, the three girls grinned at the bizarre image of Sissy scrabbling her undersized arms like the flippers of a stranded seal. "Help me!" she begged, "I can't get up. I'm stuck!" The girls left her 'swimming' helplessly on the floor for a few minutes as they took Sissy's new clothes from the drawer and arranged them for 'kit inspection' on the bed. With great satisfaction, Wendy bagged up his old sheriff's uniform and took it to the boot of her car. When she returned she found Jackie and Ellie assisting Sissy into the shower. "He won't be able to wash himself properly with those tiny arms, " grinned Wendy. Ellie and Jackie exchanged knowing glances and stepped aside to reveal Sissy balancing uncertainly on tiptoes with her rounded butt wedged against the side of the cubicle. As Wendy watched, Sissy teetered forwards and grimaced as she strained her back to recover her posture. "Help! I'm falling!" She squealed piteously. "Be our guest," they invited. "I'm Going! Help me!!" she shrieked. Wendy needed no second invitation. She reached out and thrust Sissy against the cubicle wall to resume her precarious balance. Sissy stayed frozen with fear as Wendy stripped eagerly and squeezed into the shower to share it with her one-time husband. Ellie and Jackie set about tidying the room up as high-pitched little protests from the bathroom declared that Wendy was treating the little bimbo like a wayward child. Eventually, Wendy called from the shower. "She's ready, but I'll need a hand helping her out."As Jackie and Ellie stood by the shower door, Sissy tried to snatch the towel and wrap it around her. Sadly' her brain had not yet adjusted to her reduced arm span and she missed the towel by a couple of feet. "Dam!" she squeaked, "give it here!" "Now, now!" admonished Jackie, "little girls shouldn't swear. Say please!" For a moment, Sissy paused angrily. His habits were still Carl's habits and they would take much longer to re-adjust. Eventually he sagged with defeat and capitulated. Having always used strength to get his way, the loss of it reinforced his feeling of helplessness. "O.K., then, please can I have the towel." Jackie smiled and handed it to him but he quickly realised his tiny arms could no longer reach properly behind his back. Somehow, his shoulder joints would only fully operate forward and upwards. This was one of the reasons why he could not sit up in bed. He would even need assistance wrapping a towel around him. His eyes widened with fear as he struggled to flip the corner of the towel behind him and catch it with the other arm. It was no use and Wendy eventually showed him how to drag the towel over his head and around his neck then let it settle across his narrow shoulders. Gratefully, Sissy seized the accessible corners then tried to tuck the towel across his splendid rack. The towel failed utterly to cover the immense globes and the twisted edges fell down her sides leaving her breasts and nipples exposed like two headlamps. All eyes fell appreciatively on the inviting pink bulbs. Like any woman, feeling vulnerable, Sissy quickly sensed the attention and automatically tried to cover her treasures. Her arms were of course, far too short, and she flipped them uselessly as frustration and embarrassment and fear darkened her features. Wendy smiled knowingly as she traced her fingers around Sissy's stiffening triggers. "There, that wasn't too hard was it darling?" she smiled, "just remember that in future, even inside a bra and blouse, your tits will always be paraded on view; available for service or attention by anybody and everybody." Sissy nodded her head submissively and stretched out her little arms again like a child seeking support from an adult. It was to become the most frequent gesture of her life and a constant reinforcement of her helplessness. Jackie responded by reaching for Sissy's outstretched little fingers and Sissy teetered uncertainly out of the cubicle as her face winced at the pains shooting up her calves. Quickly she fell into Jackie's outstretched arms. Inevitably, her stiff nipples squeezed intimately against Jackie's well-filled blouse and Sissy's eyes widened again as the tingling sensations returned then surged to her loins. She twitched licentiously and unthinkingly thrust her urgent prick against Jackie's pencil skirt. It was only then that she realised the stiffening feeling was not an erection at all. Her newly shrunk clitoris was endowed with all the sensations of a penis but it was a total misconception. Jackie felt Sissy's failed attempt at frotisism and smiled knowingly as the flicker of realisation in Sissy's eyes turned quickly to frustrated disappointment. "Now, now darling, lets not get too excited," whispered Jackie supportively. "You must try to remember that haven't got a prick anymore. That was nothing more than a 'phantom limb' sensation. Lot's of amputees get it when they lose an arm or a leg. You'll have to get used to being the passive partner from now on. Always remember that in future, you are the one who gets fucked, not the one who fucks; is that clearly understood?" Tears leaked into Sissy's eyes as Jackie's knowing little smile played along her lips and betrayed her sense of victory. "Now come along darling," continued Jackie, "there is lot's to do. First, you've got to dry your hair and there's rather a lot of it isn't there?"Sissy raised her arms and breathed with relief. Her wet hair hung down to her waist but at least she could reach most of her hair. Fortunately, she could reach upwards behind her neck. It was only reaching down and back that the shoulder joints seemed to lock up. Her tiny arms swept through the saturated curls and grasped the cascading golden mane. Then she squeezed the saturated mass and sent rivulets of water over her shoulders and down her spectacular cleavage. She shuddered as the water trickled over her softly curved belly and tickled her clitoris. Once again, she reached automatically to address the itch but once again, she was reminded of her inability to deal with it. Her hands simply would not reach that far. Jackie sensed her frustration and slowly lowered her hand to address Sissy's needs. "What's wrong dear? Getting frustrated are we?" Sissy bit her lip and nodded as the tears really began to flow. "Well never mind darling. If you are always nice to Wendy, I am sure she will help you in that department. Is that nice?" As she spoke, Jackie gently took Sissy's bud between her fingers then stroked it as she would a penis. Sissy's jaw sagged again and she moaned with delight as the bud sprouted to a whole centimetre in length and became rock hard. "Oh that's nice. Don't stop, please don't stop!" Jackie immediately released her fingers and Sissy wailed her discontent. "No. No! Do it again. Please, I'm bursting!" "Good gracious my dear, not now!" admonished Jackie in a soft, friendly voice, "It's nearly eleven o'clock and time for you to get dressed. We have to vacate the room at noon." As she spoke, Jackie removed her other hand from Sissy's wrists and she started to wobble alarmingly. "Help! Catch me!" The supportive hand returned but Sissy had learned her lesson. She was utterly in thrall to her captors. Jackie led her to the bed and the naked Sissy spied the clothes laid neatly out for inspection. "Are they mine?" she asked. "Yes." Replied Wendy. "Now lets dry your hair dry first. Sit in front of the dressing table and we'll help you blow dry your hair." With the girl's support, Sissy hobbled carefully across the room and teetered alarmingly before flopping down uncontrollably onto the seat. Her breasts bounced spectacularly but the girls kept her upright on the seat and she stared at the stunning reflection in the mirror. She could not believe the spectacular bimbo pouting back at her was the same person. Wendy appeared at her shoulder with a brush and hair dryer which she placed into Sissy's tiny hands. It was all Sissy could do to wrap her tiny fingers around the pistol grip with one hand whilst brushing out the soaking strands with the other. Eventually the curls dried and recovered their bounce as her magnificent head of hair flowed like a golden waterfall to her waist. Sissy was baffled as to how it had ever grown that long but then, all the other changes baffled her as well. She found herself admiring the golden rippling cascade. 'It certainly was a lovely crown of glory,' she thought. With her hair dry, the girls now presented her with her lingerie. Whilst it had lain on the bed, the extreme form of the corset was not apparent, but when they started to lace Sissy into its embrace, the shape soon became apparent. Sissy immediately realised it was the only garment that could properly support her huge mammaries whilst simultaneously strengthening her narrow back. She also realised there was no way she could ever put it on by herself, or indeed, get out of it! After several desperate attempts, the corset resolutely remained unfastened. Her hands simply would not reach the hooks, eyes and laces. With a sickening shock, she realised she would never be able to dress herself. After watching Sissy's helpless antics, Wendy took pity and deftly secured the laces at the back. As the corset took shape Sissy gaped stupidly in the mirror and watched her waist reduce to impossible dimensions. 'No wonder her back couldn't support such huge boobs for long,' she concluded, 'there was simply not enough muscle surrounding her midriff to buttress her spine.' As Wendy tightened the corset, Sissy could feel the support easing the stress in her back. Her feelings were mixed, as her breaths became shorter but the ache in her shoulders and back finally disappeared. "There, is that better?" whispered Wendy encouragingly. Sissy stretched her fingers to the side panels of the huge soft satiny cups that supported her breasts and sighed with relief now that the uncontrollable wobbling had stopped. Her breasts were neither sagging nor floppy but they were certainly bouncy and wobbly. The bra cups served to contain the wild gyrations whilst exaggerating her spectacular profile. Sissy realised she was now one well stacked broad. Wendy loomed up behind her and smiled softly. "Now stand up and part your legs darling, while I connect the snappers in the open crotch." Sissy extended her arms in what was to become a permanent lifetime infantile gesture and Wendy helped her to her toes. For a few seconds Wendy crouched and fiddled around Sissy's dampening crotch then she stood again and smiled in the mirror. "How does that feel?" "It's a bit tight," cried Sissy, "and why does it have an open crotch?" "Well it has to be a bit tight to provide support to your lower back and the open crotch facilitates bodily functions doesn't it? Now, try bending." "I daren't, it's my- my boobs. They'll drag me forward and I'll topple over." As Sissy spoke, Wendy clasped Sissy's tiny fingers and supported the bimbo's tiny arms. "I'll support you if you fall, now try to bend." Sissy tried and discovered she could not bend at the waist. The corset was too stiff all the way down her slender back. She could only hinge at the hips. For all practical purposes, Sissy's stiffened torso was tantamount to a 'Barbie doll'. She tried looking down but her toes and lower body were completely blocked from view by her immense pillowy breasts. The only way she would see her feet was if she sat down and extended her pointed toes like some posturing flirt. Her crotch however, remained forever invisible and inaccessible below her mammary balcony. Sissy felt her body had become two separate entities like a continent separated by a huge mountain range. Above the mammary mountains, the head and shoulders controlled the direction and senses whilst below the twin peaks of 'The Tit Range', the primal urges and drives of the continent dictated its behaviour. The worst of it was that the lower half's urges and needs seemed to direct the upper half's behaviour. All the communications seemed to be 'one way'. The upper half could not satisfy or contact the lower half because the normal access of arms and fingers was completely denied to the lower half. Sissy felt like America with telephone lines and electronic connections between New York and California but no roads, railways or aircraft. The sensation made Sissy feel quite weird. The feeling of division was reinforced by her inability to intimately examine her new sex. It could only be studied by standing in front of a full wall mirror. Sissy could not even reach down with a hand mirror because her arms were too short. She truly felt a freak. She motioned to Wendy that she wanted to sit again. Wendy gently supported her tiny arms and Sissy eased stiffly back onto the dressing table seat. Once stabilised, she hung her head despondently. "What about these feet?" she sobbed. "I can't stand properly." "We've anticipated that darling," smiled Ellie. "Look, we've got some special shoes to support your ankles." She held up the spectacularly high heels and grinned. Sissy studied the strappy sandals and bit her lip nervously. "I can't wear those. How will I fasten them on?" "Somebody will have to dress you each time darling and you will always have to wear them. You won't be able to wear anything else," grinned Jackie, "those new feet of yours will only be able to carry those spectacular boobs if they are supported by properly designed heels at all times. But enough of the shoes for now. First, we'll need to put these on." Jackie held up a pair of sheer stockings and motioned to Sissy to extend her legs. Her arched foot and pointed toes already lent themselves to easing the silky hose up her legs. Jackie deftly slithered the smooth sheaths up Sissy's long shapely shanks before attaching them to the twelve frilly suspenders that hung from the corset. Sissy shuddered sensuously as the silky sheaths tantalised her legs. Next, she twitched uncertainly, as each frilly suspender tugged around her rounded butt and emphasised her newfound femininity. Every time she moved her legs, the frilly suspenders tickled her sensitive butt cheeks and she squirmed sensuously. Jackie smiled encouragingly as Ellie picked up the shoes. "Now we'll put these on darling, they will give your feet all the support they will need." Ellie fingered the six-inch stiletto heels appreciatively as she held out the shoe for Sissy's inspection. Sissy frowned uncertainly and shuffled her soft rounded butt on the seat to balance herself as she extended her foot further. "They look like torture implements!" she complained. "Well perhaps they do, but they are the only footwear that those beautiful feet of yours will ever be able to use. Just think of them as an exotic form of surgical footwear." So saying, Ellie gently slid the sandal onto Sissy's pointed foot and fastened the strong but beautifully crafted buckle. Sissy had to agree the shoe seemed to fit perfectly and bit her lip thoughtfully as Ellie fastened the other. "There now darling. Shall we try standing?" encouraged Jackie. Sissy made a futile attempt to rise from the chair but found it almost impossible. Her little arms fluttered uselessly and her immense boobs rippled alarmingly as they settled comfortably in their giant satin cups. She almost made it to a standing position then her balance failed her. She teetered alarmingly and her fluttering arms speeded up but she knew she was losing her balance. To avoid slumping forward and banging up against the mirror, she made one super-human effort to heave herself backwards and flop clumsily back onto the seat. Fortunately the steel stiffeners in the corset assisted her and she just managed to heave the immense boobs back into metacentric stability. Sissy quickly realised that her soft rounded butt disguised some useful deep lying muscle that, when coupled with the stiffened corset, would compensate for her weakened back. Her efforts to balance the first time however, caused her to over compensate and start to fall backwards. Her arms fluttered uselessly again but Ellie caught her just in time and she was saved from tumbling backwards off the seat. Sissy's head sagged with defeat. "Don't give up now," encouraged Wendy, "keep trying until you get it right" Sissy tried again and failed as her knees bent outwards. "Not like that darling," continued Wendy, "a lady keeps her knees together whenever she can. Then she does not give a man any ideas." As she spoke, she reached for Sissy's exposed crotch and tweaked her bud. Sissy squeaked angrily and snapped her knees together but Wendy had already anticipated the response and her hand was already gone. "See darling, it's no good leaving your legs apart. Some men take that as an open invitation. Now try again. Tuck your feet under the chair whilst keeping your back straight and vertical." Sissy's first efforts had quickly exhausted her because the corset restricted her breathing. She sat immobile for several seconds to recover her breath. Eventually she recovered her composure and realised it was almost impossible to draw a full breath inside the stiffened bodice of the corset. After a few experimental breaths, Sissy learned how to fill her lungs sufficiently without going into a faint. She could only draw short quick little breaths like a vapid Edwardian floozy. Unlike the Edwardians however, Sissy's heaving upper balcony was not modestly covered with a high lace collar. Her rapid upper chest panting served only to advertise her immense bellows and spectacular cleavage. Sissy stared down at her heaving breasts and tears came to her eyes as she conceded that despite the difficulty breathing, the corset was the only solution to her new extreme and fragile shape. She gazed at the mirror and sobbed. "I look like a wasp but the corset is not even tight around my waist. It's around my lower ribs that it feels tight. And these stiffeners up my back, they make it impossible to bend" "What would you bend for darling?" smiled Wendy sympathetically, "you can't reach anything with those tiny little arms." More tears escaped Sissy's eyes as she strained once more to reach around her breasts and cover her stiff provocative nipples. 'Wendy was right, she couldn't protect her protruding pink thimbles as they strained invitingly against the lacy satin caress of the cups.' Her sense of helplessness caused Sissy to feel nervous and that in turn, started to reinforce her sense of feminine vulnerability. The satin lace was continuing to tease her nipples and they were starting to harden into giant pink strawberries. Even as Sissy watched in the mirror, her swelling nipples pushed out against the stretchy lace satin and started to send urgent signals down her milk lines to her groin. She gasped with pleasure and squirmed self-consciously on the seat. It was impossible to hide her impending arousal because her swollen reddening nipples acted like signal beacons declaring her condition. Ellie, Jackie and Wendy watched appreciatively as Sissy's condition intensified and her rapid breathing turned to pants like a bitch on heat. "He-lp me!" she pleaded between rasping breaths, "it's when I breath! - It's the sudden movement, - it tickles my nipples. Ahh! Ooh!" Even as the girls watched, Sissy ascended into nirvana then let out a soft wail as her body declared her next climax. Then she started to sway uncontrollably and the girls rushed forward to catch her. It was obvious that something would have to be done about Sissy's supersensitive nipples. For now however, Sissy had to learn to stand and walk. "Come along then darling," encouraged Jackie," give it another go. Tuck your feet slightly under the seat then press your knees together as you keep your back straight and push up from the hips and knees. You'll find it easy with your weight redistributed about your bum. Don't forget that the additional weight in your boobs is compensated by the loss of weight from your atrophied arms. The sum total of your weight distribution has sunk to just below your waistline. You've now got a girl's weight distribution now, despite that magnificent rack. Before, as a man, your centre of gravity was by your navel, now it's just below the crests of your pelvis across that little rounded tummy pad above your mons-venuus. You'll see that it's easy, once you master the knack." Nervously, Sissy did as instructed. Carefully, she tucked her feet just under the seat then pressed her knees together and twisted them slightly sideways in the manner of a 'bunny bob'. Her butt slid gently off the seat and found it easy to push from the knees into an upright position. Her huge boobs trembled slightly but not enough to upset her balance and she unexpectedly found herself standing before the mirror. For a brief second her eyes widened with pleasure at her spectacular profile then she started to tilt forward as her boobs started to take control. She took a corrective mincing step to recover her balance and finally found herself standing provocatively with her long shapely legs slightly spread like flying buttresses on a church. This time however. Sissy steadied herself by arching her back to counterbalance her rack and establish her most comfortable posture. This pushed her boobs upwards and outwards in some licentious invitation to examine the proffered stiffened nipples. Sissy recognised the provocative posture then tried to correct it by leaning lightly forward and hunching her shoulders. She promptly started to lose her balance again and only some deft quick mincing steps corrected her impending tumble. Tears came to her eyes as she resumed the only stable upright position available to her. A stance that pushed her boobs outwards and upwards as her posture screamed, 'Grope my tits!' The tears increased as Sissy studied the 'Barbie Doll, caricature in the mirror. The mirror also reflected the glittering appreciative smiles of the three girls looking over her shoulders. Sissy caught their eyes and shrugged beseechingly. "I can't go out like this!" "I'm afraid you'll have to," cautioned Ellie, "but you'll have to learn to walk first. Now take a few steps towards Wendy." Sissy turned unsteadily then minced slowly towards Wendy who extended her arms in encouragement. She was just like a mother encouraging her infant to take its first brave steps to toddler-hood. Gratefully, Sissy took the extended arms and Wendy walked backwards as Sissy slowly gained her poise. Strangely, Sissy found the heels comfortable but her steps remained necessarily small and mincing as her wide pelvis forced her knees together and her hips to sway. Sissy quickly recognised the sluttish gait of the provocative tart. She had followed it often enough in her previous male persona. After finally mastering a reasonably stable gait, Jackie proffered the skimpy frock for Sissy to don. Sissy studied the wisp of flimsy material and quickly recognised it as the uniform of the streetwalker. "I can't wear that! It makes me look like a whore!" "It's this or walk out naked," observed Wendy, "come on! We haven't got much time. It's nearly twelve o'clock." Reluctantly, Sissy extended her miniscule arms and Jackie quickly slipped the flimsy frock over her crowning head of hair. After easing the opened bodice over her superb rack a short 'zipping' sound confirmed that the frock was secured. Sissy made a 'half-hearted' attempt to reach the zip but it was no use. Her arms were hopelessly inadequate and she wagged her dead despondently. There was no way she could reach the zip to undo it, nor could she slip the dress over her shoulders or down over her hips. The tailored sheath had been especially cut to fit her exaggerated contours. Even the sleeves fitted snugly to her attenuated baby-like arms. The top bust section clung to her boobs like a second skin serving only to exaggerate her aroused nipples. Below her bust, the waist pinched her wasp-like midriff before flaring out to a microscopically short skirt. Sissy realised that the material was like gossamer and the slightest breath of wind could lift the obscenely short hem to expose her crotch-less corset and vulnerable intimate parts. She would be a walking invitation to every horny bastard on the street. Sulkily she stared at the frock in the mirror and realised it served more to reveal her assets than conceal them. The only redeeming feature was that she could never bend over to expose her bum or crotch-less gusset. Any forward tilt would immediately propel her to the floor as she overbalanced. Though if she did end up on the floor, (and she knew that would happen frequently in the beginning before she developed her poise,) she realised she would be even more vulnerable. Her fears anticipated that very threat for even as she adjusted her posture in the mirror; she felt herself tilting forwards and stumbled clumsily onto the bed in a desperate attempt to save her fall. Her huge boobs acted like shock absorbers and Sissy was mildly surprised to find that it was not as painful as she anticipated. Apart from her boobs, she had relatively little upper body weight and the impact on her breasts was not as compressive as she thought it would be. However, she was now stuck again with her butt in the air exposing her crotch-less underwear whilst she floundered helplessly to haul her upper torso back to the upright using only her thighs and hip joints. Then she had an idea. First she slid to the floor and jammed her knees against the base of the bed. Then with her legs anchored she tried to straighten out her upper body. Manfully Sissy strained and struggled until slowly, to her delight, she unhinged like the bucket of a 'JCB'. (Back hoe to our transatlantic sisters.) As she finally achieved an upright kneeling position, she shuffled on her knees to the upper end of the bed and extended her little arms to grasp the edge of the bed pillar. Then, with her spectacular cleavage on either side of the pillar she carefully clutched the pillar with her tiny fingers as she cautiously straightened her knees and pushed herself upwards. Eventually, she came to the knob on the top of the bed pillar and clutched it desperately as she almost arrived at the essential 'arched back' position so crucial to her balance. "Help me you bitches!" she squealed desperately. " If this bed post was a few inches higher I could do it myself." The girls watched in wonder at Sissy's almost successful efforts and conceded that she had done wonderfully well to get thus far. With a nod of mutual consent from Ellie and Jackie, Wendy stepped forward and gave Sissy's shoulders the final gentle tug to get Sissy upright and stable. Sissy stood swaying and gasping with satisfaction. She had worked out a way to get herself off the floor. In an emergency, she could use the same technique by grasping an open door and hauling herself upright with each massive boob on either side of the edge door edge. All three applauded Sissy's efforts as Wendy gave her ex husband a careful hug. "There you are darling, nothing's impossible if you try hard enough. Now we have to get you into the car. Come along." Sissy fumed silently at being treated like a child but there was nothing she could do. "Where are you taking me?" She asked. "Oh nowhere far. Simply a safe place until the brew-ha dies down." "They'll find you. They'll know I was here, there's my car!" Ellie raised her eyebrows and looked askance. "What car darling? I see no car." Sissy's eyes darkened with fear as she realised that the girls had probably removed all trace of Carl's visit to the motel. He had arrived just a night was falling and in the early evening there would have been few people around the motel. Furthermore, the motel had a reputation as a rendezvous and few questions were ever asked. She cursed inwardly. 'These girls had obviously prepared well' she concluded. Outside it was just approaching noon. Once again, the motel was quiet. The car park was deserted for the cleaners and other staff were inside having lunch. Sissy bit her lip nervously as she teetered cautiously towards the car and gratefully plopped her rounded butt into the back seat as Wendy and Ellie stabilised her shoulders. Once inside, Ellie fastened the rear seatbelt between Sissy's spectacular cleavage and she realised she was held firmly in place with no hope of reaching the buckle. Sissy was trapped by the simplest and most mundane mechanism imaginable, a fixed none adjusting seatbelt! It was another demonstration of her future life as an obedient, dependent bimbo. The other three girls clambered into the car and returned to Wendy's house. On the way Ellie explained to Sissy about her temporary exile until the search for Carl's body was exhausted. Then she would be returned to Wendy's family. Her memory would be partially blocked out so that she could not reveal her old identity to her children. On the other hand, she would still have her knowledge of sport to share and enjoy with her son whilst her feminine side would savour the pleasures to be shared with her daughter as she grew into a young woman. She would always be there to enjoy seeing them grow up and be able to share in their development. "Now you will really be there for your children and not leave all the burdens on Wendy. No more whoring around, no more drunken nights away from home, you will become a model housekeeper and partner to Wendy. You will also serve as a housemaid but you will only be able to perform those simple tasks that your tiny arms allow. Stuff like hovering, washing up, serving at table, carrying laundry around. Functions that will allow your arms to meet and operate below your tits and above them. You will soon get the hang of it, like you worked out how to get up from the floor." Sissy realised that the girls had mapped out her future life precisely. As she sat with her knees above her hips she wiggled her butt and felt the frilly suspenders tickle her soft rounded curves. Then she noticed the hem of her frock sliding inexorably up her thighs until her stocking tops became exposed. Automatically she reached down to tug the hem only to realise that her tiny hands could not reach. Her brain still had a lot of adjusting to do, especially with regard to her shrunken arms and fingers. She resigned herself to becoming a vulnerable bimbo. As the car sped to Wendy's house, Sissy silently experimented with her tiny arms by reaching under and over her spectacular frontage. She tried contemplating exactly how much work she could do with these silly little arms. All tasks below her tits were completely invisible to her. All tasks above the balcony risked spillage or loss down her cleavage to end up inside her corset irritating her breasts. 'Life was not going to be easy as a housemaid.' Wearily Sissy sighed as they arrived at the familiar house and Wendy laid total claim to her domain. There would be no more Carl to terrify her and hurt her when he arrived home at all hours. Wendy stood watching the car and smiling with relief as it sped away.