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 Purty Prison Guard By Wholeman

   WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild
violence, bad words,
and strange ideas.  It has only the strange things that dribble from my

head.  If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and
especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself
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   -SECRETPersonnel Record

   ******************** Job Title: Security Guard Name: Buttman, Harold A.
Age: 22

   Disciplinary Action Record ********************

   Employee's conduct is deserving of the most extreme punishment, within
this institutions capabilities.

   Description of Disciplinary action and reason for said action is as
follows in the employee's own account:

   -SECRETMy name is Harold Buttman, sure go ahead and snicker, everybody
does.  Yes, I do go by the nickname, Harry.  I've been teased about it my
whole life so I'm used to it.  It doesn't help that I'm only 5' 4" tall.  I
make up for it by being heavily muscled and meaner than a rattlesnake.

   I'm a prison guard at the Purty Women's Correctional Center, and I love
my job.  Women all over the place, big ones small ones fat ones and pretty
ones.  I love the women, and can't get enough sex, so in my position as a
guard, and with all of these love starved babes around, I've been able to
get enough sex to almost even, satisfy me.

   I trade cigarettes, drugs, and favors for sex, with the occasional
blackmail for the unwilling ones for whom I set my cap.

   I've got my little love nest set up in one of the locked electrical
maintenance rooms, no one ever goes in there, and I have the only key.  My
little operation is perfect, and to top it off I'm being, paid for it. 
That with the money I'm making selling merchandise to the prisoners outside
of the parameters of my discerning tastes, I figure I'm making $100,000 a
year.  Life is good when you know how to work the angles.

   Today I have a meet set up with this hot little blonde from C Block that
I blackmailed into being my first of today's parade of sexual conquests.  I
caught her lezzing her cellmate, which is strictly, forbidden by the prison
rules.  So now, that bitch is all mine and I'm going to do my best to turn
her into a heterosexual, or at least a bisexual.

   I met up with Callie outside her cell and had her follow me to my little
love nest.

   "You are looking lovely today Callie," I started, "I have been looking
forward to this since yesterday." I told her as I opened the room with my
key, and ushered her inside.

   She was grinning ear to ear, as if she wanted me bad, "You looked please
Callie, as if you are hankering for a bit of man meat for yourself."

   She quickly entered the room and started stripping.

   Seeing this, I followed suit, assuming that she was as enthusiastic as
was I.  My cock was rock hard and wanting this woman badly.

   She smiled seductively and pushed me down on the airbed set up there,
"Eager little thing aren't you honey?"

   She made no effort to answer.  She just took my hands and placed them on
her lovely DD cup breasts that I had been drooling, over.

   "Oh, God these feel...  incredible!" I enthused.

   She was sitting on my pelvis in just her panties, and my cock was at
attention between the cleft of her heart shaped butt cheeks, straining at
the silky material of the pink panties, she wore.

   "Mmmm," she moaned as I manipulated those intoxicating mammaries.

   I closed my eyes concentrating on her wonderful breasts, and the next
thing I knew there was a, "Click, click," as a pair of handcuffs were,
clipped around my wrist.

   'Wait a minute she's and inmate, where did she get handcuff?' I thought
as my eyes flew open and I felt a pair of manacles being, affixed to my
ankles.

   "What the Fuck...!" I exclaimed trying to dislodge Callie and force her
to unlock my bindings, but the dozen women that surrounded me, held me down
to the mattress.

   Then I saw the face of the Warden, Ms.  Sterndackle, "You have been a
very bad boy, Harry!"

   She turned and addressed the women, "Do it, and then take him to his
cell!" she exclaimed with vehemence and disgust.

   I felt the sharp poke of a syringe in my butt cheek and everything went
black...

   ********************

   I awoke in the warden's office in chains and shackles, forced into a
kneeling position, with the Warden behind a big desk, wearing a black robe,
in front of me.

   "I see the accused is conscious again," Ms.  Sterndackle announced, "The
witnesses may come forward."

   Prisoner after prisoner came to the desk in front of me and told the
Warden about every incidence, every dalliance, and every indiscretion I
perpetrated since coming to work at that Prison, and every time I opened my
mouth to protest, I was, zapped with a stun gun.

   After my third time though, the warden grew tired of it and had one of
the female prison guards shove a cock gag down my throat and strap it in
place.

   "I trust there will be no further outburst now, Mr.  Buttman," she
admonished, though she looked amused at my predicament.

   I had to struggle just to breathe and suppress my gag reflex so as not
to vomit while my face was, impaled on that disgustingly realistic looking
thing.

   "Please proceed with your story, Helga," the warden continued.

   Proceed they did, until every sexy babe in the prison, and even one of
the guards, had testified against me.

   Ms.  Sterndackle called to the bailiff, "Bailiff, please run the video."

   The monitor behind her showed my 'love nest' and a few of the dalliances
I'd had in there over the last few days.

   When it was over Ms.  Sterndackle picked up a ledger and said, "I have
here your business ledger detailing your illegal activities in my prison,
and here," she picked up a passbook, "is the evidence of all of the profit
you have made off of the suffering you have caused, some three hundred,
fifty four thousand dollars."

   "Bailiff, un-cuff his right arm please," Ms.  Sterndackle, ordered,
which was promptly, carried out.

   She handed the passbook and a pen to the bailiff, "Now Mr.  Buttman, if
you know what's good for you, you will sign that withdrawal slip."

   I hesitated.  After all, it was $350,000 bucks.

   The bailiff took her stun gun and fired it off into my balls,
"Yaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed

   After twenty minutes of intense testicular agony, Ms.  Sterndackle again
stated, "Sign the slip, Mr.  Buttman!"

   This time I grabbed the pen and signed quickly, I didn't know if my
testes could take another and still produce sperm.

   "What you have done here Mr.  Buttman is beyond reprehensible.  You have
frustrated the rehabilitation of my inmates.  You have raped, stolen, and
preyed upon the weaknesses of these women.  God help me, I'm partly blame
myself.  I have failed in my duties, and failed to protect my employees and
prisoners.  I failed in that I did not catch you until now."

   "A diseased creature such as you must be made to pay, and I will not
leave it up to the legal system outside of these walls to punish you.  You
will be punished here and in a way I deem appropriate compensation, that
will rehabilitate you before you leave these walls," she struck her desk
with a gavel.

   "Bailiff, sedate the prisoner!" Ms.  Sterndackle ordered and I again
felt my ass jabbed with a syringe.

   ********************

   'What a fucking weird dream that was!' I thought as I swam my way back
to consciousness.  I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a Pink Cell!

   I sat up quickly and felt a wispy feeling garment shift around on my
body.  I looked down to see that I was wearing a pink baby doll nightie.

   'Cute, real cute, wait till my lawyer gets hold of that warden!" I
thought nastily, 'She'll rue the day she humiliated me like this!'

   I peered around my environment, seeing a typical solitary confinement
cell with a full bath.  Except that this one was pink, I mean everything
was pink, the sheets, blankets, false curtains, commode, shower, sink,
floor, ceiling, everything!

   There was a small dresser in this cell and a television.  "Well at least
I can watch some tube until Ms.  Sterndackle comes to her senses," I said
to myself.

   I turned it on, and the screen warmed up to, Ms.  Sterndackle's smiling
face, "I see you are once again conscious, and obviously bored.  Welcome to
Ms.  Sterndackle's, Buttman channel, the only channel you have.  This
television is programmed with training videos," I tried to change the
channel, but whatever channel I turned to there was the warden, saying the
same thing, "you will be rewarded with a movie after watching three videos,
but only after demonstrating that you learned what was taught in the
videos, yes you are under video surveillance at all times.  You might as
well get comfy, because you are not getting out of there for quite a while
and not until you have been rehabilitated, which means you will have seen
all the videos and learned what we want you too learn."

   'Well let's see what educational video she wants me to learn.  Anger
management, or some lame sexual harassment awareness video...' I thought as
the leader on the tape wound through the system.

   ______________________

   "Hello," said a pretty woman standing in front of a nondescript
background, "and welcome to Personal Hygiene for Girls.  Before your
teacher has to tell you, I will...  Let's keep the giggling to a minimum,
ladies."

   The instructor walked to her left and stood in front of a drawing of a
naked female, "This anatomically correct drawing will be used to show the
areas of your body, and we will run films segments to better illustrate the
techniques we will be instructing you in today."

   "This series of 5 films will be presented one per day for the whole
week."

   "Your bodies are changing, starting to blossom into full womanhood, and
you will need to know how to keep yourself healthy and beautiful."

   "Today's lesson is washing your body.  I know that you have been, taught
by your mothers, but we may have some girls in this class who do not have
mothers in their lives.  There is also the possibility that we might know
something your mother doesn't or has neglected to teach you, so pay
attention."

   "Now I know that many of you may use antibacterial soap, we are not
recommending the use of this since studies are showing that using this all
of the time tends to breed antiseptic resistant bacteria."

   "This is a washcloth, and though many of you have been taught to use
them, some have not.  The cloth holds the soap and provides a soft yet
increased ability to remove the dead skin cells that your bodies are
constantly shedding..."

   I turned it off

   ______________________



   'Great I'm being, shown hygiene for little girls.  I guess since this is
a women's prison that's all they have on hand.  Well at least they show
half naked little girls and have a drawing of a naked girl on it,' I
reasoned

   "I better have a look around my cell before I zone out on the tube for
too long," I muttered to myself, "and see if there is something else to
wear in that dresser."

   I made my way over to it and opened the drawers.  They were all empty
except for the bottom one, which had a half dozen baby dolls, all pink. 
There were subtle differences in the lace and shapes of them but to me the
all looked the same.

   "You could at least give me something decent to wear!" I yelled at the
walls not expecting to get an answer.

   You can imagine, my surprise when I heard, "You will be provided
clothing when you earn it Mr.  Buttman, not before." The warden's voice
came seemingly from all around me.

   Now that I knew she was listening, I was going to give her a piece of my
mind, "You fucking bitch!  You can't do this to me!  This is illegal and
you know it!  You wait till my lawyers get done with you!" and then I got
foul mouthed and nasty.

   As I continued my tirade, I failed to notice a hissing noise emanating
from the wall, as I lost consciousness and fell flat on my face.

   ********************

   I could feel my self strapped down in bed as I awoke, but could see
nothing, nor could I open my eyes.  I knew that I was, drugged and my face
hurt terribly.

   "Hello, is some one here?" I asked.

   "You were very bad Harry, and the warden had to gas you.  The only
trouble is when you fainted and hit your face on the floor, you broke your
nose, and shattered your brow, but don't let it worry you, I'm a rather
good plastic surgeon, and I have repaired the damage beautifully.  You will
look a little different but, that couldn't be helped," the lady doctors
voice came to me sounding strangely familiar.

   I felt a needle stick on the side of my butt.

   "I'm going to have to do some more work on your jaw, so when you wake
again, don't try to talk," she said as I felt her grab my wrist and check
the pulse then blackness swept over me.

   ********************

   I slipped in and out of consciousness a few times again, but not for
long enough to really remember anything, until I came around to a
brightness that caught my attention and someone calling my name...

   "Harry...  we need you to wake up now..." the female voice called.

   "Mmmmf?" I answered.

   "Good you're awake, now don't try to talk.  Doctor, the patient is
conscious again," she called.

   "Thank you nurse.  Well Harry, it's time to take the last bandage off
your eyes.  Now things are going to be blurry at first, so if you are ready
wiggle your right fingers," the doctor asked me, again with her familiar
sounding voice.

   I wiggled as asked, then felt gauze being unwrapped from my head and
cotton balls removed from my eyelids.

   "All right, you may open your eyes now Harry," the Doctor said.

   I opened them and saw the rather lovely face of the Doctor, who was also
my last intended victim, Callie.

   "That is wonderful work doctor, Harry should be grateful we have such a
talented plastic surgeon in our midst," the warden's voice praised Dr. 
Callie.

   I could not see the warden but I saw the doctor move out of my limited
view and listened intently.  The only words I could hear was, "eye shadow,"
so I figured that it was just girl talk and allowed myself to fade into the
drowsy state that the drugs kept me in.

   Later the nurse came in and fed me a milkshake through a straw since my
jaw was, wired shut.  When I was finished, she took out some kind of cream
and rubbed it into my face wherever the skin was exposed.

   "This will prevent scarring an help you heal quicker," the nurse said,
then she jabbed me with another syringe, "That's just vitamins and stuff to
keep you healthy since your jaw is wired.  I'm going to turn up your dosage
on the morphine pump now so nightie night."

   ********************

   It was like that for I don't know how long, then finally I was, wakened
and the nurse removed the last of my bandages.  I was, escorted to my cell
and left there with my food, which I ate through a straw, pain pills, and
vitamin pills, brought to me at regular intervals and pushed through the
slot in my door.

   I became bored enough to watch the stupid hygiene tapes and finally was
able to watch a movie ...Miss Congeniality, whoopee.  I wasn't too bad
though, better than learning how to shave my legs.  That damned warden made
me shave my legs and underarms, moisturize and exfoliate before I could
watch the movie.

   I was so weak from the stay in the hospital I could hardly believe it.
To top it off my appetite was gone.  I was eating barely enough to keep a
bird alive.  I must have lost fifty pounds over...  well to tell the truth,
I have no idea how long.  I have no clock, no window, and no idea how much
time has past.

   They finally unwired my jaw, and it feels so weird, like my jawbone is
smaller and I can open my mouth farther.  I suppose it is going to feel
weird, until it is, totally healed.  I wish they had put a mirror in here,
I can't even see if Callie did a good job on my face, or if I look like
Frankenstein's monster.  At least she must have given me something to
temporarily stop my beard from growing, I can't even feel the stubble.

   Every so often, I have to back up to the door slot so that they can give
me a shot of antibiotics to keep me from getting an infection.  How long do
you have to take these though?  I'm sure I've had forty or more of them so
far.

   I keep yelling to have them let me out long enough so I can get some
exorcise, but there is no answer, the walls just stare back at me.  I can't
wait until that bitch of a warden has something to say to me, I'm going to
give her a piece of my mind.  This is just illegal, and she is going to be
in here instead of me as soon as I can manage an escape.  My friends must
be hunting for me by now.  My sister at least, she calls me every weekend
to 'check in' she should be looking for me and filing a missing persons
report at least.

   Well enough staring at my toes, I might as well watch the next
installment of the young and hygienic, let's see what the next installment
is today...

   _______________________

   "Hello," said the woman again, "and welcome back to Personal Hygiene for
Girls.  Today we start a more advanced topic, hair styling.  We will show
you how to do some basic hairstyles and use the basic tools of hair care
that salons do."

   'I suppose that whacked out warden is expecting me to put my hair up in
a ponytail!' I thought and quietly snickered to myself.  'Ouch, what in the
hell is that prison laundry doing?  The baby doll I was wearing was
irritating my nipples.  They are all swollen and puffy looking.'

   A few minutes after the video ended I heard the warden come over the
intercom, "Harry, we are going to need a blood sample from you."

   "Fuck you bitch.  You send someone in here to get it and I'll fight
tooth and nail.  This is illegal imprisonment.  Pretty soon my sister and
my friends will put enough heat on that the cops are going to search this
prison and find me and that will be the end of you!" I screamed at the
ceiling.

   "First of all Harry, no one is looking for you.  Listen to this
recording your sister Simelda, made for you," she told me sounding smug.

   "Harry, you pig...  You low life scum bucket!  You total waste of skin!
I...  I can't even think of you as...  as my brother anymore!  Don't ever
call me!  Don't talk to me!  As far as I am concerned, I have no brother! I
saw all of those women tell what you did to them.  I saw how you sold drugs
in the prison, and anything you could to make a buck off or... 
or...(sobbing wail) trade for sex!  I hope you die!" then the tape with my
sister's voice on it went silent.

   "I don't think she is looking for you Harry.  If she is, she probably
has something sharp with her," Ms.  Sterndackle said.

   "You Cunt!  You fucking..." I screamed at her, as the gas took me again.

   ********************

   "Well Harry, you did it again," the nurse said, "You weren't even healed
up from the last time so the doctor had to do more extensive surgery on
your face.  To top it of you managed to break your foot when you passed
out, then unconsciously you tried to break your fall with your hand and
broke that as well." She sounded as if she really cared about me so I held
my tongue and was a good patient for her especially since my jaw was, wired
again.

   "The doctor has you on a morphine pump, so if the pain starts to creep
up on you, press the button that I am placing in your hand, feel it?  Now I
am pinning it to the sheets right next to your hand, so it will always be
there when you reach for it.  Now I am taking your hand to the call button
on the side rail to your bed, if the pump isn't keeping up with the pain,
press this button.  I am sliding your hand down the railing to the bed
controls.  Feel them there under your hand.  This button raises the head of
the bed.  This is for the foot, up and down.  There you go that should make
you more comfortable."

   "I'm going to arrange your baby doll so that it isn't all bunched up, so
just relax," she informed me.

   'Wow, this nurse has a great bedside manor.  Hey, let's see if this
button really will give me an extra shot of painkiller,' I thought to
myself as I pressed the button.

   A warm rush of well-being, started to wash over me.  I couldn't voice my
pleasure in any other way except to moan, and somewhere far off it sounded
to me like a girl moaning, 'Damn, this is some good shit,' I thought as
another warm wave washed over me and I lost consciousness.

   ********************

   "Well doctor, how is our patient coming along?" Ms.  Sterndackle asked,
sitting behind her desk, nervously drumming a pencil on the desktop.

   "Warden, Harry is progressing faster than I had anticipated.  Of course,
I didn't have the facilities that you have made available to me, before. 
It's funny that the thing that sent me to prison is being used to
rehabilitate a scumbag like Harry," Dr.  Callie Mannatter, replied sitting
in the leather chair across the desk from the warden.  "He has discovered
his morphine button and unlike those set up in hospitals, this one has been
set at a very high limit, and Harry is using it generously.  He is staying
so stoned, that I think I will start in on his other side without sending
him back to his cell.  By the end of the month, he should be completely
addicted to the morphine.  I should have both of his hands done and his
feet.  His pelvis is mending quite well and the vocal cords are so tight
that the next time he speaks you won't be able to hear him unless you are a
member of the Canine Family.  Additionally, there is no way you will ever
see an Adams apple on that throat.  I have taken three inches out of his
legs and he is missing three ribs now.  The over shrinking of his skeletal
structure is on schedule as well.  When I have finished with him, his bones
will be lighter and smaller."

   "You will be able to, get me the transplant materials that I requested,
won't you warden?" Callie asked.

   "Yes, like you said, we can't request the exact parts we want but you
can harvest them directly by declaring a radiation victim with multiple
needs.  We can then have the whole donor sent here on minimal support and
you can take what you want," Ms.  Sterndackle admitted.  "The unauthorized
research that you were charged with, you're certain that you can actually,
do it?"

   "I've done it twice so far.  Never on a mentally alert person though, I
used a couple of coma patients.  If they ever wake up, they might die from
the shock of finding themselves so radically different," Dr.  Callie
tittered at her own joke, "I just hope that a donor is sent to us fairly
soon."

   "How are the subliminals going?" the warden wondered, as she stood up
and walked over to her coffee pot.

   "The hypnotics are being pumped in and with the morphine, he can't put
up any resistance to the tapes we run, when he isn't fully conscious. 
Katie says that he has even, become comfortable in his baby dolls," Dr. 
Callie let out a self-satisfied snicker.  "He has been trying to speak
along with the tapes as they command him, even though his jaw is wired. 
Have you thought of what name you plan to give him, we should start adding
that to the tapes right away.  You don't want him to be able to tell anyone
his name, do you?"

   The warden sat in reflection for a short while and stated, "Horatia
Harlie Hoard, that will be her new name.  Befitting her rap sheet that we
have yet to produce, don't you think?"

   Callie giggled, with her hand over her mouth, "I like it.  I'll get
started with her programming right away.  You, are sure, that you want the
whole treatment?"

   "I want even more than you did to the others.  I want your imagination
to get to work on everything that you can do, to maximize our goals.  I
want you to make sure no matter if she has been sleeping in a gutter that
she, looks absolutely gorgeous.  I want everyman that sees her to
immediately have an erection, and to start drooling.  Do you think that you
can accomplish that?"

   Dr.  Callie gave her a diabolical grin saying, "I think so.  Now here is
what I want you to set up for me..."

   ********************

   'Oh man,' I thought, 'time for another push of the magic button!'

   I pressed it and waited for the warm elation to wash over me and take my
pain with it.  I didn't even think about why the pains I was getting, were
now in different places.  How my pain seemed to lessen in my right foot,
only to reappear in my left one.  It didn't even bother me that the push
button became bigger when one day it appeared in my left hand after being
in my right for so long.

   I was a little alarmed when I heard, "Hello there, Horatia how are you
feeling this morning?"

   'Who in the hell is Horatia?' I thought, but for some reason I knew she
was taking to me.

   "Pretty darn good, I'll bet.  Well this is Dr.  Mannatter and I thought
I would prepare you personally for your next surgery.  This is going to be
the last one, so don't fret any.  You have the easy job today, but for me
it is going to be a long one.  I'll see you in a couple week again, after
your recovery."

   I felt a poke far off in my butt, although it barely registered in my
drugged haze, as I drifted off to oblivion.

   ********************

   "Alright nurse Goodbody, let's get her into the operating room.  The
donors organs aren't going to wait much longer," Dr.  Mannatter told her.

   "Oh Dr.  Callie, she should be so grateful for the wonderful job you
have done, although I'm certain she won't appreciate it for some time, if
she ever does at all.  (Giggle)," nurse Goodbody praised the doctor as she
helped push the gurney towards the surgery.

   Dr.  Callie giggled as well, "We sure got lucky with the donors, and I
never expected to be provided with three of them all at once.  I'm going to
be able to do something special with this one!"

   "I hope you'll let me massage the kinks out of your back after all of
this intense surgery.  Maybe even (giggle) you will like having me tongue
fuck you too," nurse Goodbody licked her luscious lips seductively.

   "If you don't quit that Katie, I'll forget all about Harry and do you
right here you vixen!" Dr.  Callie threatened, "Anyway we're going into the
operating room and the other nurses will be jealous so keep your motor
running on idle till later, alright baby?"

   Nurse Goodbody gave her a quick peck on the lips, "It's a date!"

   ********************

   I came swimming up slowly from a long strange dream.  I became aware
that I was wearing a pair of headphones, which were, removed almost
immediately.

   I was feeling kind of sick and tried to press the button that should be
in my hand, but wasn't.

   "No more morphine pump for you Missy.  It's time for you to get up out
of that bed and get on with your training," I heard Mistress Callie tell
me.

   I opened my eyes to see the doctor's smiling face right in front of my
eyes.  I could see her Katie Goodbody standing off to one side.

   "Now just to prove to me that you are once again awake Harry, tell me
your name?" she sweetly asked, still grinning like a Cheshire cat.

   "Sure, my name is Horatia," I replied, "No that's not right, my name is
Horatia!  Wait, wha...  my...  name...  is...  Horatia!  What in the
fudge?" I quit with my mouth hanging open in shock.

   I heard Katie titter in the background, while Callie laughed in my face.
A devilish look came across her face and she pulled away a little and said,
"Not long ago you would have done almost anything to get your hands on
these," as she removed her blouse and bra, pressing those beautiful breasts
almost against my lips, "You should be sporting a rock hard woody about
now!"

   She was right, I should be.  My heart was pounding, my breath was short,
and I was definitely excited, but no hard on!  I concentrated on the area
between my legs, and it only felt like I had wet myself, instead of the
rigid meat I should be feeling.

   'Did all of that morphine make me sterile?  Had the drugs chemically
castrated me?' I fretted.

   "Oh, poor Horatia, she looks so frightened doctor Callie.  Maybe you
should tell her why she doesn't have an erection," Katie Goodbody said in a
rather condescending voice, grinning all the while.

   "What a good idea Katie.  Well Horatia, the reason you are not sporting
a woody is simply that you no longer have the wood," as impossible as it
might have seemed to me, she smiled even wider knowing the effect that this
information would have on me.

   "What?  You, castrated me?  You can't do this it's illegal!  Nooooooo,"
I screamed then fainted.

   ********************

   "Now don't you faint on me again Horatia!  You need to know that, you
were not, castrated!  Now if you will stop this sissy fainting routine and
listen, I have more to tell you," Mistress Callie told me as I regained
consciousness for the fourth time after she told me that my cock was no
longer, my own.

   "That's better!  Now you relax Missy, that is an order from your
Mistress!" she ordered shaking her finger in my face.

   Completely against my will, I found an intense blanket of calm descend
over me.

   "Good girl!  Now, if you stay conscious for a few more minutes you may
hear the rest, and get on with the rest of your life," she sounded
exasperated as she ordered me to listen.

   Katie was holding my hand and patting it, "Callie, remember she is still
weak from all of the time in bed..."

   "Right, I'll lighten up sweetens, but only for you, I don't give one
whit what this scumbag is feeling," Callie exclaimed.

   "Horatia, you need to thank your lucky stars for Katie here, she has
been the only person in this whole prison who has tried to keep some very
nasty things from happening to you," Callie said as she walked a little
ways away, "I have an idea, Katie why don't you tell her about her new
situation?  I have better thing to do!" With that Callie spun on her heals
and left my room.

   "Ughn, why do I feel so sick?" I moaned as every nerve in my body
complained, and the room was doing flip-flops.

   "Oh honey, I'm so sorry!  Your suffering withdrawal from the morphine
you were on for so long.  Here let me give you a little shot to just help
you over the hump a little...  but first will you do some thing for me?"
she asked so smoothly and convincingly I would have been hard for me to
think something was up, even if I had all of my wits about me.

   "Anything, if you can make me feel a little better," I smiled up at her
as best as I could manage.  I saw her take out a syringe and fill it from a
little bottle.

   "Well this favor should be easy for you.  All I want, is that you
please, please try not to do anything to make Doctor Callie any madder.  It
is really hard on me to keep the others from doing things to you in
retaliation for any little thing that you do.  So please promise me that
you will try, so that I can keep taking care of you.  They have talked
about using one of the other inmates as your nurse, but I think they will
find someone who doesn't really care about her patients, and that makes me
feel sad for you.  Do you think that you can try hard, for me?" she
finished in an, oh so caring voice.

   I got a tear in my eye and said, "Thank you for helping me," I could
hold back no longer...  the hopelessness of my situation, and everything I
had been told to this point came crashing in and I started weeping.  Not
your ordinary basic cry mind you, but the whole body wracking all out kind.

   Katie hugged me while I sobbed, and dried my tears, saying soothing
things while I had lost it entirely.

   When I had started to calm down, I felt the sting of the injection as
she poked me in the buttocks with the needle.  Mere moments later I had a
smile on my face and was in a warm floating blissful high.

   "Do you feel better now baby?" Katie asked, while she held me sitting on
my bed.

   "Yes...  I fell all warm and floaty.  You are my best friend Katie.  I
know that I don't deserve you, but knowing you are here for me makes my
heart soar," I rambled, in the haze of the drug.  Had I been a little
straighter, I would have wanted to gag at the effeminate things I had just
said to her.

   "That's alright baby, Katie is here for you..." she rocked back and
forth as I became ever so much more placid.

   ********************

   As the trio reviewed the tape, Katie said, "Can you believe that turd is
buying this drivel?  I had to work so hard not to retch, when I said it!"

   "Was it that bad?  She looks so different from Harry that it's hard for
me to think of her as the same person," Ms.  Sterndackle admitted, sitting
in one of the office chairs next to the other two women reviewing the tape
of Horatia's first awakening.

   Dr.  Mannatter piped in with, "Well since we were the ones who did the
actual alterations, it probably is a little easier for us to know that
underneath that beautiful exterior, lays the disgusting and fetid mind of a
rapist and blackmailer."

   "I have to admit that you did a splendid job on her, Callie.  You two
had better get back there, she should be coming around soon," Ms. 
Sterndackle reminded them.

   "Yes warden, I would like to thank you for the opportunity to prove my
theories, and to save the other women incarcerated here from that pig,"
Callie shook the warden's hand as she stood to leave.

   Katie, being the more emotional of the ladies, threw herself around the
warden's neck, hugging and kissing her, "Thank you warden.  You are doing a
wonderful thing for women everywhere!"

   "Sometimes I have my doubts about that.  Luckily, all I have to do is
review Harry's file, and I am once again totally convinced that we are
doing what must be done," Ms.  Sterndackle sighed deeply shaking her head,
"I just wish we didn't have to."

   "Bye warden, we'll keep you informed on how things are going, even
though it is mostly Katie's job for now," Dr.  Mannatter left with her
nurse to check on Horatia.

   ********************

   I came to, still feeling good, to see the lovely face of my only friend,
Katie.

   "Hi, welcome back sweetie.  Are you ready to take your first walk to the
bathroom now?  Come on, get that cute little tush out of the bed," she said
as she pulled me gently to the edge and I expected she was going to help me
to my feet.

   As my torso came more to a vertical posture, I felt...  something I
never in my life, expected that I would feel!  My chest slid into my lap!
"Oh god!  What was that?"

   Katie giggled, "Don't be a silly girl!  That is just your bosoms natural
motion, when you are not wearing your brassiere!"

   I was shocked!  Yet for some reason, I knew it was natural for a girl
like me.  My head was spinning trying to get a grip on why I would think it
was natural, when unconsciously I, stood up.  Well that's not entirely
correct, I tried to stand up and wound up having Katie steadying me.  She
helped me to my toes.

   Try as I might I could not relax my foot to stand on the floor!  I tried
to take a step on point, but my feet just weren't strong enough, and I was,
forced to sit back down on the bed.

   "What is wrong with my feet Katie?" I asked in astonishment.

   "Oh Horatia, you know you need special corrective shoes to walk in, ever
since your accident!" she chided me.

   "I wish you would stop calling me that," I asked her, as she bent down
to place my feet into a pair of shoes from underneath the bed.

   "What would you like me to call you sweetheart?" she asked, as she
slipped my strangely tiny feet, into a pair of radically high heals.

   "Please call me by my real name.  Horatia," I asked, "I mean the name I
was born with, Horatia!"

   Katie giggled a disarming titter and said, "That's what I have been
calling you dear."

   "Oh piffle!  I give up!  Call me Horatia then," I said, even tough I
really wanted to use much stronger language.

   "I sure will honey.  Do you remember the rest of your name?" Katie bated
me, as she did up the little strap across the top of my feet.

   "My whole name is, Horatia Harlie Hoard.  Oh dear lord, that's even
worse than my real name, Horatia Harlie Hoard!" I was so frustrated that
even feeling as nice as the drugs were making me feel, I started to tear
up.

   Now don't you go, getting all emotional dearie, this is just going to be
a quick sissy, and then it's right back into bed," she scolded me, as she
finished putting my shoes on.

   At least I think she put shoes on my feet, I could feel them, but it was
impossible for me to see them with the giant bulges in my way, "I can't see
my feet," I complained.

   "Well I can tell you that you are missing a beautiful sight!  These are
two of the prettiest feet I have ever seen," I could feel her gently
caressing the top of my foot, which sent an sensuous shiver up my spine,
making me quiver, "Now that's enough stalling, come along, Horatia." She
pulled me over to the edge of the bed.

   That's when I realized that this couldn't be, the Katie that I knew. 
This woman is an Amazon!  She must be six foot or taller.  Even her hands
were bigger than mine are.  Not to mention she was one strong girl, pulling
me as easily as she was.

   She tugged one last time, and my bottom slid from the bed as I dropped
the short distance to the floor, and her strong arms kept me from falling
over.  I felt my chest pulling heavily downward in front of me, while it
bounced and jiggled all over.  My legs were weak and my knees felt like
warm gelatin, as she slowly walked me to the water closet, as if I was
eighty years old or something.

   When we finally arrived, she turned me around?

   'Wait a minute,' I thought, 'I only have to go pee, why turn me around?
Maybe I'm so weak that it's safer to do it this way, so I won't fall down
if my knees go.'

   Satisfied with that reasoning I suddenly felt Katie drop my baby doll
panties to my ankles for me, and then she held up the top so I wouldn't
soil it when I sat down.

   'Well I guess it's not so strange...  she is a nurse and has seen lot's
of people naked before,' I rationalized as I sat down on the seat.

   'It sure feels like my butt is covering more of the seat than usual,' I
casually observed, 'I'm going to have to get to the gym when I get out of
here.'

   I relaxed the usual muscles and I nearly fainted.  It felt like I was
peeing out of my butt!  My piss was spraying all over my ass too!

   Katie must have seen all the blood drain out of my face because she
asked, "What's the matter, Horatia?  Your face just turned really pale!"

   "It felt like I was peeing out of my butt!" I almost screeched, having
finished my sissy.

   "Of course it did, that's how we girls pee Horatia, and no big deal is
it?  Are you done now?" she queried with a matter of fact expression on her
face.

   I started to stand up and her strong gentle hands stopped me, "Horatia,
you must be really out of it girl!  Don't forget to wipe yourself," she
chided with a little giggle.

   I snatched a wad of toilet tissue and reached between my legs, and when
I wiped my smooth creased gash, I screamed and fainted dead away.

   ********************

   When next I awoke, I felt myself floating in a strange unshakable state,
when I heard Mistress Callie say, "There that should keep her awake long
enough for us to get her past the basic hurdles!  She's on enough Prozac to
mellow out Richard Simons!  She's alright now aren't you sweetie?"

   I felt Mistress Callie pinch my face to purse my lips with her hand.

   "Hi gorgeous, didn't I fuck you a while back?" I asked stoned out of my
head, sitting up in my hospital bed and smiling.

   "Actually no, I fucked you, and I fucked you real good!" she patted my
cheek smiling at me.

   "Aw that's nice...  cause I like you a lot!  I always did like a lady
with big boobies!  Do you want to fuck me again?  You can fuck me as good
as you want, pretty lady!" I blathered, barely able to form words as stoned
as I was.

   "I'll take you up on that offer later, after you get more familiar with
your body though, for now why don't you let Katie help you learn more about
yourself?" she suggested, with her hand stroking my hair on the back of my
head.

   "Does she want to fuck me too?  She's pretty, she can fuck me too!" I
offered.

   "Okay, it's a date, but only if you are a good girl and learn what Katie
is going to show you.  Do you think that you can do that for your mistress,
Horatia?" Mistress Callie asked now staring deeply into my eyes and holding
my hand.

   "I'll try really hard Mistress Callie," I promised, in the high sweet
voice I was hardly aware that I now had.

   "That's a good girl Horatia.  I have to leave now, so you be nice to
Katie while I'm gone," she ordered, with a sweet smile on her face.

   As she got up to leave, I still don't believe I did this, I said, "Can I
have a hug before you leave, please?"

   "That is so sweet of you!  You sure can honey!" she hugged me tight,
squishing my boobies' way out to the sides as she did.

   I started panting like a bitch in heat!  Wow!  I was, inundated by
pleasurable sensations coming from my chest.  I really liked how my boobies
felt when someone touched them, I almost orgasmed just from her hugging me!

   "Oh, so you like that, do you?  Well sweetie, I'll be back and hugging
you a lot over the next few weeks, so keep that motor running honey,"
Mistress Callie kissed my cheek and I orgasmed!

   Not like...  so hard to think...  anyway, I came harder than, I think I
have ever orgasmed before!  In addition, whether I have orgasmed that hard
before or not, I want to do it again, a lot!

   "Perfect!  Everything is working out just as we planned," Mistress
Callie announced and then kissed me right on the lips, sending me into
another magnificent orgasm, only this time she held it for a couple
minutes, I kept squirting and squirting lubrication until I was sitting in
a veritable puddle!  She patted my cheek again and ordered, "You be a good
little sissy girl for Katie, and I'll come back and kiss you again later."
She walked out of my room leaving me with a satisfied smile on my face.

   "Well that makes my decision for me, as to what to teach you first,"
Katie giggled and went on, "bath time is what you need the most now.  So
let's get you to your feet and into a nice hot and soapy tub full of
bubbles."

   Katie helped me to my feet, well to my stiletto heels to be more
precise. Her strong hands supported me into the bathroom and she placed me
onto the water closet, while she filled the tub and squirted bubble bath
into the hot water, saying, "While you are there you might as well go
sissy, it will be a little while until the tub is full."

   I stood and pulled down my pink silk panties, and then sat down again,
and let loose the stream of urine from my butt.  I wiped my hairless pussy
and started to pull off my top in preparation for my bath.  Katie came over
and helped me get the gossamer fabric over my gigantic breasts.

   When the tub was full she supported my, oh so weak feminine frame all
the way into the blissfully relaxing bubble bath.  At least it was relaxing
until Katie started washing my boobs for me.  My legs went straight and
rigid, and the muscles tightened up so much my legs were shaking.  My hands
kept grasping the water at the bottom of the tub and I was moaning as if I
should be looking for Scrooge!

   "I think you are going to need help getting washed, at least for the
foreseeable future," she giggled, I on the other hand could do nothing but
twitch.

   "Okay, now your mountains are cleaned, why don't you wash your arms and
legs," Katie handed me a wash cloth and I automatically took over washing
myself as I had been taught by the training tapes.

   I ran into trouble when I started to clean my vulva, one touch and I
nearly drowned.  My back arched hard and my head went underwater as I did.
Lucky for me that Katie was there to save me.  She pulled my head up into
the open air while I orgasmed.

   "My, you are easily satisfied sweetie!  How about, we wash your hair now
Horatia?" she whipped the bubbles off, of my face, which had covered it.

   "Why am I orgasming so much Katie?" asked her as she supported my head
out of the water.

   "You are just a horny slut, Horatia.  You always have been.  It's okay
though everybody is used to it.  In fact the girls on the cell block miss
you terribly," she giggled, and I was wondering why that would be funny.

   Katie showed me how to pat myself dry.  Then she powdered me all over
telling me, "I kind of envy you Horatia, not ever having to shave your legs
or pussy.  The way you can casually walk around wearing stiletto heels,
which are so high that they are, nearly ballet boots, you are incredible
girl!  Your breasts are delightful as well.  I wouldn't have the courage to
have my breast augmented to the extent that you have," she lightly caressed
my nipple, making me quiver all over.

   "Do your breasts, make you do this?" I barely managed to ask.

   "Not to your degree honey.  I love it when mine are, caressed, but I
have never orgasmed when someone played with them.  You were just made
special Horatia, created to be a sex toy," she smiled as she told me this.

   "Time to get dressed girl," she informed me.  "I'll hold your bra while
you step into the cups, and then I'll make up the clasp in back, while you
situate your boobs in the cups," she directed as I did just that.

   "You might just have to get some bigger bras soon, this one is almost
too small," she told me as she hooked me in tightly in the back.

   She handed me a crotchless pink thong to pull up my legs, which I did,
and I enjoyed the sisterly help she was giving me.  She had me pull up rose
colored stockings with lace roses woven into them to attach to the matching
garter belt I put on, and then she had to straighten them for me, since it
was so hard for me to see them with my huge boobs in the way.  Next came a
pink see through silk blouse with elastic woven into the lower half, so
that it would cling to my tiny waist, before flaring out to hug my breasts,
and display them in a deeply scooped neckline.

   The silk fabric, hugging me so tight, and sliding around my torso was
sending wave after wave of pleasure signals to my brain.

   Katie then helped me into a sweet silky pink half-slip, she rested on my
wide flaring hips, before slipping up a scarlet silk skirt and fastened it
in the back for me.

   I was, seated before a mirror and Katie helped me rub conditioners into
my face, and then showed me how to outline my lips with a lip liner, before
helping me apply my lipstick.

   I found myself wondering why I didn't have to put on blusher or eye
shadow until I noticed that I really didn't need it, I already had a violet
and pink eye shadow and dark eye liner on and my cheeks were in a perpetual
blush.  For that matter I really didn't need the lipstick or lip liner, I
had applied the same colors that my big soft lips already were.  I think
she had me do it to protect my lips from chapping, yes that must be it.

   My long thick wavy strawberry blonde hair was, brushed out, and fastened
into a cute ponytail that hung down midway on my back.

   I looked at my tiny slim hands and appraised my nail polish, it was
immaculate as always, just the perfect shade of pink, and an inch longer
than my fingers.  I was smiling at the sight of them when I heard Katie
say, "You know you don't have to worry about your fingernails or toenails,
Horatia.  Remember, Doctor Mannatter replaced your nails with enameled
titanium implants, after the accident made you loose a couple nails on each
hand, she thinks you are real special!"

   I was grinning broadly, knowing that what she told me must be true,
since my nails were so beautiful.

   "That should do it Horatia!  Now you and I have an appointment to keep
with the warden," she led me through the security areas into the warden's
office, where I took a seat across from Mistress Sterndackle, Mistress
Callie, and Nurse Goodbody.

   "I see you have finally recovered from you accident Horatia.  Do you
think you are ready to go back into the general prison population again?"
Mistress Warden Sterndackle asked me, her hands clasped together on her
desk as she leaned closer to me.

   I cleared my throat and answered in my sweet high little girl's voice,
"I feel all better Mistress Warden Sterndackle.  I'm sorry to be so much
trouble.  I can go back in with the other girls again now, and I promise to
be a good girl!"

   Ms.  Sterndackle looked at Dr.  Callie and said, "Impressive work Dr. 
Callie.  You are, sure that she can perform her trustee duties now?  The
duties that we discussed earlier?"

   "Most assuredly warden, I will personally acquaint her with her new
position as a trustee," she replied with a devilish grin, knowing what
awaited me.

   "Excellent, make sure I get copies of the first day's training films. 
You may take your charge to her cell again and begin.  I'll finish up the
paperwork transferring her back to her cell," Mistress Sterndackle told
her, picking up a sheaf of papers and glancing at them.  Then she whispered
to Dr.  Callie, "Harry's sister, who works for the county records
department, has filed the fake records for Horatia.  She is now officially
here on repeat offender charges of prostitution.  Many, many charges of
prostitution!" She snickered deviously.

   "Perfect!" Mistress Callie and Katie stood, took my tiny hands, and lead
me back to my special pink cell.

   Right away, I noticed that it had been, redecorated.  There was a new
King size bed with pretty pink sheets and a ruffled pink comforter on it.
All of the plain curtains had been, replaced with ornate pink hanging
draperies.  There was a new cabinet against one wall.  The bathroom now has
a big mirror.  The shower was, replaced by a huge bathtub shower, in pink.
There was a walk-in closet filled with pretty pink clothes and lingerie,
even a section with latex out fits hanging there.  My pink dresser was
double the size it was when I last saw it, and when I opened the drawer I
saw scads of lingerie.  There were different colors and styles aplenty and
none of them looked at all like ordinary day wear, it all seemed to be out
of Victoria's Secret or Fredericks of Hollywood!

   I walked over and bounced onto my back on the bed and only then did I
notice the huge mirror on the ceiling!

   "Beautiful isn't it Horatia?" Mistress Callie asked, as she had been
watching me look around from the doorway with Katie.

   "It's wonderful!" I squealed enthusiastically.

   "Well, not everyone has a nice cell like this one Horatia, and if you
want to keep this one you have to work for it.  You do want to keep it,
don't you?"

   "Oh yes," I replied.

   She closed the cell door and began stripping off her clothes, as did
nurse Katie.  I was confused and started to remove mine as well when
Mistress Callie said, "Stop!  We will do that ourselves in a minute!"

   They both walked into the closet and when they emerged, Mistress Callie
was wearing thigh high black leather high heel boots, a leather thong, and
a leather shelf bra, which left her nipples exposed.

   Katie was wearing a soft frilly baby doll with a leather color that had
a leash attached, the other end firmly in the grasp of Mistress Callie,
"That's more like it!  Now my lovely slave girl Katie, I want you to
prepare our special guest!"

   Katie came toward me with an evil grin on her face.

   I was so frightened I began to tremble all over, which made Mistress
Callie laugh evilly.

   Katie veered off toward the new cabinet, opened it, and brought out some
restraints, which she promptly affixed to my wrists and ankles.  I knew
that both women were bigger than I am, and that the crop that Mistress
Callie had would be able to quickly subdue me, so I didn't resist.

   Katie laid me down on the bed and tied me to the four corners.  My legs
were, spread wide and painfully.  Katie then put a tight collar onto my
neck and a small box was, attached to it.

   "The collar you have on will emit a painful shock if you cry out or
start saying inappropriate things.  Do you understand Horatia?" Mistress
Callie told me holding the remote control in her hand.

   "Yes," I replied.

   ZAP!

   "That is, 'yes Mistress Callie'!  Don't forget it!  Note also that what
you just felt was the lowest shock level.  I have four higher levels.  Now
say it again properly WHORE!" she yelled.

   "Yes Mistress Callie."

   "First lesson learned.  That is good Hor, you don't mind me nick naming
you Hor, do you?" she demanded hand on her hip, the other firmly hovering
over a button on the remote.

   "N...  No, Mistress Callie," I hesitantly replied, afraid to be shocked
again.

   "Good, because that is your new job, Hor.  You are the prison whore! 
You will be trained how to please a woman in many ways, and will become
proficient in all of them, since you will be having so much practice!" she
turned to face Katie, "Make her ready Katie."

   Katie splayed opened my blouse and scooped my breasts out of my bra,
leaving then standing high on my tiny chest.  She hiked my skirt up around
my waist, and then cut my panties off me.

   "She is helpless and ready Mistress Callie," Katie stated, taking her
place standing behind and to the left of her mistress.

   "Key phrase, Harry Ass Buttman," mistress Callie stated with a smirk on
her face.

   Suddenly the haze in my mind lifted and again I was 'the me', that I
should be, "What in the fuck is going on!  Where in the hell did these fake
boobs come from and why am I tied to this bed?"

   "Those are not fake boobs Harry, those are your tits.  You are tied to
the bed to begin your training as the prison whore," she left it at that,
and just stood there smiling.

   "Gigolo maybe, but only girls are whores, and I'd have willingly fucked
as many of the inmates you want, without having to be tied down," I
replied.

   "Katie, go ahead and start tongue fuck her!" Callie ordered.

   I could feel the bed bounce while she climbed on, especially since my
enormous boobs jiggled all over, sending strange sensations all through me.

   The next sensations were unbelievable, she spit on my crotch, and I felt
it run down...  the crease in my crotch?  Before I could come to grips with
that, she gently spread my vulva with her slippery tongue.  I was
unprepared for the intense pleasure her tongue was inflicting on me.  My
head went back into the pillow hard, my toes curled up and I started trying
to buck my hips into Katie's face.

   Mistress Callie grabbed my hair and pulled my head around so that my
eyes opened to see her face closely, "Harry, you are now a woman.  You have
a uterus, a vagina, and ovaries.  Unlike most women though, you have six
ovaries, I wanted to make sure that if any were rejected you would still
have functioning ones.  You have three clits, in a cute configuration in
the top of your vulva.  I gave you a sixteen-inch long vagina, which will
accommodate an enormous dildo.  You have flexible labia that will stay
tight on whatever penetrates you but will still stretch around huge
objects. You have six Bartholin's glands, which will make you just the
juiciest fuck around, and guarantee that you orgasm buckets of pussy juice.
I made sure that those udders on your chest are incredibly sensitive with
enormous nipples, so that you can be, sent into quivering submission
easily. Each normal woman's breast has 15 to 20 sections, called lobes, you
however have sixty per breast, so when I say udder, I really mean that!  I
removed five of your lower ribs, and shrunk you in almost all direction. 
Your waist is a tiny eighteen inches.  You are almost five feet tall on
your toes, which by the way is the only way you can walk anymore.  I spread
your hips nice and wide, around thirty nine inches.  I'm sure that you have
noticed that you sound like a six year old when you talk, and I made sure
that you're ravishingly beautiful," she laughed long and wildly.

   "You look like you don't believe me Harry.  I'll prove it, look straight
up, and watch as Katie makes you cum in a wonderful gush!" she pointed my
face toward the ceiling mirrors.

   I saw a sweetly beautiful tiny strawberry blonde girl with her head held
firmly by Mistress Callie staring back at me, buried by a pair of huge
boobs and a pretty blonde with her tongue driven deeply up a hairless cunt,
attached to the booby girl.

   "Noooo!" I screamed, "Please tell me it's a joke!  I...  I...  I can't
be a girl!  No one can give a man a cunt that works!  It's not possible you
have to be lying!" I ranted, as Katie licked the three clits in my soft
sensitive labia, as she was rapidly bringing me towards orgasming.

   When I did orgasm, it was like having an epileptic fit.  I thrashed
about, bucked, arched, clenched, and gushed a small tidal wave out of my
pussy!

   Katie didn't stop though, she had me thrashing about three more times in
the space of a few minutes, one multiple orgasm after another.

   Finally, Mistress Callie told her to stop, whereupon she came around and
kissed me.  That didn't shock me as much as her sharing a mouth full of my
own pussy juice with me, which I had to swallow, or drown.

   "It's time for Harry's 'Lady Viagra' shot Katie, so please administer it
to her, and then inject the oxytocin, I want her to become very feminine
mentally, so getting her breasts to lactate should help her to be more
nurturing," she watched as Katie shot a huge syringe of 'Lady Viagra' into
my butt.

   Katy turned to a table and filled another huge syringe and injected both
of my boobies with half it's content.

   "You see Harry, you are going to be more of a woman than even Katie
here. You should start to menstruate in two weeks.  You had better be a
good girl or the warden has promised that she will send a male guard in
here to fuck you at the proper time to insure that you are pregnant.  Won't
that be fun!" she giggled at the look of terror on my face.

   "Don't worry I'll help you in that area, I'm going to restart your
conditioning so that you will be a proper whore, right up to the point when
you are so close to the throws of ecstasy that you can't stop.  Then and
only then will you be able to remember that you are Harry Buttman,
ex-prison guard, rapist and drug pusher.  Oh, and the other leash we have
is your addiction, if you are not a good little slut whore, we won't give
you your maintenance dose of morphine.  The withdrawals are impressive to
watch, and I'm sure that you will do anything we ask to get your drugs, how
do you like being a drug addict whore Harry?" she patted my cheek
painfully.

   "You Fucking b..." I started.

   ZAP!

   The pain overwhelmed me, and my jaw clenched.

   "Pain and pleasure, I'm sure you will find it an effective combination,"
she caressed my huge breast sending shivering waves of pleasure to my
brain.

   "After a few years of our loving ministrations, even the slight remnant
of Harry that is left now will be so thoroughly immersed in Horatia, he'll
love what she has become...  Harry Buttman, prison whore!" she laughed then
spoke the key phrase that mentally turned me into a submissive girl.

   ********************

   "Hor, it's time for your next appointment," she announced, as she led
into the room a prisoner that I had blackmailed into having sex with me
many months before.

   "That's really him?" she asked incredulously, her hand covering her
mouth.

   Mistress Callie gave her a stern look.

   "S...  Sorry, her...  She is lovely!  I dressed up, how do I look?" she
twirled slowly so that we could see her dress.

   She was wearing a chiffon pastel print dress, wispy and gossamer
looking, with suntan pantyhose and white sandals.

   Mistress Callie replied, "Quite lovely my dear.  Hor is prepared just as
you requested.  Katie, please go and pick out an appropriate collar for
Lillie."

   Katie undulated off to the closet, returning with a pastel blue collar
that she strapped to Lillie's neck, handing the leash to Mistress Callie.

   "On the bed now my pretties," the two women hopped onto the bed with me,
one on each side, as Mistress Callie ordered.  "Now, as sexily as you both
can, strip one another."

   Katie and Lillie started kissing and slowly undoing each other's
clothing right over my tightly bound female body.  As things proceeded, the
sight of them stripping was making me crazy, but when they started brushing
against my boobs and tiny little body, they had my cunt drooling like a
Pavlov's dogs.

   "Use your discarded clothing to tantalize our victim," Mistress Callie
ordered, having taken a seat across the room and began rubbing her own
crotch as she watched.

   Katie placed her D cup bra on top of my much larger breasts, rubbing my
nipples through the lacy fabric, and tickling the sides of my mountainous
mammaries with the straps.

   Lillie took her silky panties and rubbed my face with them, and then
moved them down around my breasts and tickled me all the way to my toes and
back upwards to my vulva, where she concentrated on driving me wild,
slipping them between my legs, and sometimes my labia.

   I was so, turned on that I was trembling all over, straining at my
bonds, and moaning loudly.

   "Very good girls!  Lillie I believe that our little Hor here would like
to have sex with you.  I think, since she was always looking for some
pussy, you should feed her yours," Mistress Callie, snickered and started
pulling at her own nipples.  "Katie, I want you to use your fingers on
Hor's cunt.  Go slowly and teasingly, and not more than one finger in her
at a time."

   Lillie straddled my face and brought her sweet smelling pussy down on my
mouth.  I was, so crazy with sexual energy I willingly began tongue fucking
her.  She was moaning and caressing my boobs.  With every lick, she would
reciprocate by twiddling my nipples a moaning herself.

   With Katie's finger fucking me with maddening slowness, even so, I
screamed an orgasm into Lillie's vagina, well before I brought her to her
own trembling, face dowsing, orgasm.  I swallowed at least two mouthfuls of
her pussy juice before she lifted off my face allowing me to breathe freer.

   "Wonderful Lillie!  Now you know what to do, Lillie.  Katie, you now
have boob, and face duty.  I want to see her lips trembling before Lillie
and I return!" Mistress Callie ordered, with a steamy satisfied look upon
her face.

   Katie nibbled my ear, nuzzled my boobs, twisted my nipples, and then she
stuck her tongue down my neck, tickling my tonsils.  She started licking
between my breasts, and sure enough, my lips were trembling in no time.

   "Ah, you're back, Lillie!  Crawl into position," Mistress Callie ordered
and I felt the mattress move with her presence, jiggling my massive
breasts, "You may begin when ready."

   I felt Lillie's fingers play with my labia, smearing my pussy juice all
over and next...  Oh GOD NO!  I felt a hard blunt object being, slid up,
and down between my lips.  I flexed my pussy muscles trying to deny entry
to the invader, but I was way too wet and didn't have enough strength in my
cunt muscles to deny its entry.

   I felt my lips stretch around the invader and my resistance dwindled
rapidly.  It felt...  it felt like...  I felt...  well...  whole is the
only way to describe it.  The vacancy between my legs was, plugged and I
wanted more of it.  I wanted her to ram that thing into me to the hilt, and
when she started backing out, I clenched my muscles in an effort to keep it
within me.  I had no reason to worry since she started another stroke
before she came out.  I tried to grab hold of her, tried to cling to her,
but my bonds were preventing that, so I concentrated on kissing Katie
whenever she was near my mouth.

   I orgasmed in a torrent, loudly screaming, "Oh god...  oh GOD...  OH
GOD!"

   "Keep going Lillie," Mistress Callie ordered then she stood up and
walked over to the head of the bed, bending over so that she was close to
my ear and face.  "Hor, do you like being fucked?  Do you enjoy being,
filled by that big dildo?  Tell me that you want to be, fucked.  Tell me
you want to be fucked allot!"

   "Oohgloo," I replied to her demand, my mind lost in the incredible
ecstasy I was experiencing.

   Mistress Callie held her hand up to Lillie indicating she should stop,
"Hor, now I want you to say, 'fuck me.  Make me your whore.  Fuck me hard,
please!' If you don't I won't let her continue."

   I wanted more.  I wanted her to keep going, I needed her to keep going.

   I was taking too much time, so Mistress Callie waved Lillie to start
backing out of me.

   "Nooooo!  Fuck me.  Make me your whore.  Fuck me hard, please!" I
screamed, trying to scoot my butt toward the retreating dildo.

   Mistress Callie signaled for Lillie, to start stroking forward again,
"That's better Hor.  Lillie needs to know that she's, appreciated.  She
needs to hear you ask her to fuck you.  So now, every time you stop asking,
she will stop fucking."

   Now she wants me to beg to be, fucked...  but it feels so...  I don't
want to say it, but I need it!  I started quietly saying, "Please fuck me
Lillie.  Please keep fucking me.  Fuck me Lillie!  Fuck me...  Fuck me...
Fuck me...  Fuck me...Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I kept screaming
louder and louder, until, "Oh god...  oh God...  OH GOD!"

   "I think its Katie's turn to fuck our little whore," Mistress Callie
announced loudly at my side.

   Katie donned the strap-on and Lillie started work on my boobs and head.

   "Don't forget to encourage Katie my little whore, she like to have a
cheerleader!  It's easier to hurt her feelings though, if you stop begging,
she pulls out and goes home," Mistress Callie whispered into my ear.

   "Oh beautiful Katie, please fuck me.  Please fuck me hard!" and so on...
until I came in another mind numbing torrent.  By then I was sitting in a
puddle of my own vaginal fluids, the sheets soaked all the way up to my
shoulder blades, but I didn't care.

   I was exhausted, but reveling in the afterglow of all the sex.

   Mistress Callie had the girls untie me and change the sheet underneath
of me, and then she left, having Katie and Lillie sleep next to me,
cuddling.

   ********************

   I awoke in a bathtub full of bubbles, with Katie and Lillie washing me
all over with plenty of soap.  My breasts and vagina as well were, washed.
I had never even heard of an dildo shaped sponge, until I had one used to
clean out my pussy, especially not one with a tube up the center that
douched me out as those wicked women made me orgasm into our bath water,
and of course, I'd pleaded to be fucked throughout the whole thing.

   When I got out of the tub and was being, dried off Lillie jabbed a
syringe into my left breast and deposited half the contents in the syringe
there, then she put the rest in my right breast.  While I was recovering
from that, Katie jabbed a syringe full of something in my left butt cheek,
I grabbed to rub the spot and felt her nail my other cheek.  A warm soft
feeling enveloped me and I smiled.

   "I know that you don't really care right now Hor, but you just received
your Morphine, oxytocin, estrogen cocktail, Prozac, and Lady Viagra shot,"
she kissed my cheek, making my knees tremble.

   They dressed me afterwards in a pink leotard and tights, which clung to
me like a second skin and showed off my vulva quite dramatically through
the thin fabric.  Whereupon I was, escorted to an aerobics class, lead by
Mistress Callie, by the two women who had a leash attached to my collar on
each side, handcuffs, and hobbles.

   Its not as if I could put up much of a fight, without the boobs I
couldn't weigh more than 110 lbs.  If I thought I was small before, now I'm
a waif.  I have, pipe stem arms, thin legs, hardly no waist, and they tell
me that I was bed ridden for six month after my last accident.  These
trustees were going overboard with the security for me.  Heck with the
stiletto heals they make me wear I can't even walk at a normal pace let
alone run away.  I'm just a weak little girl after all.

   How do they expect me to do aerobics with these shoes on?

   When we entered the room, I saw that there were already thirty or so
women present, all of who were dressed somewhat as I am.  The ladies
escorted me to the wall where a bench sat, amid the giggles and titters, of
the other students.  They removed my leash, hobbles, and handcuffs, and
then proceeded to take off my high heels, which they were replacing with
high heel wedge/sneakers.

   "Do I have to wear high heels?  Can't I just go barefoot?" I whined.

   Mistress Callie heard me and came over with an evil smile on her face,
"Lillie, Katie, I think we need to educate little Hor here..." she was
standing with her hands on her hips watching us, "leave the shoes aside for
a bit."

   They did as they were, told.

   "Alright now Hor, I want you to wiggle your toes for me," she smiled as
I did so, "now wiggle your feet up and down," which I did as well, "see
girls, they feel quite normal to her, but you saw how her feet move?"

   The two ladies nodded that they had.

   "Perfectly designed to function as well as they do in the designated
footwear.  Now help Hor to her feet, so that she may walk around barefoot
for us," she instructed, with more than just a hint of sarcasm in her
voice.

   My two escorts helped me to my feet, but my feet wouldn't work right. 
When I relaxed my calves all the way, my feet were still, pointed down in
almost an 80-degree angle, my heels far from contacting the mat we were
standing on.

   "Now Hor, up on your tippy toes," Mistress Callie ordered, motioning
with her hand as well.

   I went up as she ordered, and my feet reacted easily and not only could
I support myself on point, but I could see in the mirror along the wall of
the exorcise room that my feet were actually even pointed backwards a
little.

   "Now I want you to walk with me around the room once to show all of the
other women your pretty little feetsies," she said in a little girl cutesy
voice, and then giggled.  She walked along the wall around to the front of
the class, with me trailing like a puppy.

   When we come to the front of the class Mistress Callie announced, "Class
I want you all to meet Hor, short for Horatia.  On the other hand, if you
prefer you may spell it 'w h o r e', she won't mind.  She is walking around
the room on point to show you all her pretty little feet, so I want you all
to take a good look.  You may comment if you like, she appreciates knowing
how you all feel about her appearance.  She has had quite a few surgical
alterations to her body to make her more attractive, to either sex.  She
loves sex, and she loves to be fucked, by anyone," she concluded my
introduction.

   "Go ahead Hor, I want you to walk up and down between each aisle.  Stay
to talk with each of the women as long as they want to.  Don't be rude to
any of them, or you will be, punished.  I want you to let them do anything
to you that the want while you get to know them," she snickered evilly,
followed by a chorus of more than thirty other giggles.

   I seemed to know all of the women, but for the life of me, I couldn't
remember a thing about them, all I know is that for some reason looking at
them was making me incredibly horny.  I was sure that my pussy had soaked
the crotch of my leotard by this time.

   (Out of my hearing, Katie was telling Dr.  Callie, "She has so much Lady
Viagra coursing through her veins I surprised that she hasn't thrown the
whole class to the mat and started fucking them to death," she snickered
quietly along with the Mistress, then, "Three times the maximum dosage...
we better keep an eye on the guard dogs!")

   I started with the first woman on the left of the classroom as I easily,
and quite sexily undulated over to her.  As soon as I was close enough, she
grinned broadly and grabbed my cunt.  I was shocked but I knew that the
Mistress would punish me horribly if I did the wrong thing, so I merely
moaned as the pleasure exploded in my mind.

   "Wow you are a horny slut honey!" she announced to the whole class,
"She's soaked her tights and leotard all the way to her knees!" -Giggle"Go
and let the next lady have a feel, Hor," she waved me on to the next
student.

   I walked up to the tiny red head that was, glaring at me.

   She reached out and lifted my enormous boobs, and then let them drop and
jiggle, while I tottered trying not to fall over, "Well it's a start! 
Maybe I'll feel better about it in a couple months.  Get on with you Hor!"

   When I walked up to the next lady, a blonde with an impressive rack of
her own, I stopped, she went to her knees and started caressing my feet!

   Who would have thought that those tiny feet could make a girl so hot? 
She said loudly, "I can't wait for my turn!  These are all mine!"

   She had me panting like a bitch in heat with what she was doing.  How
could my feet be making me so hot?

   She finished and stood, but not without sliding her hand up my legs and
cupping my vulva, while saying, "You love sex, now you are sex!" -giggleShe
sent me to the next woman in line who simply planted a lip lock on me that
left me gasping for air.

   It went basically the same way, woman after woman, by the end of the
line I had orgasmed five times and my feet were soaked with my own cunt
juice, and there was a dark wet stain all the way up my leotard to within
six inches of my neck.

   I was relieved that ordeal was over with, when I heard, "You naughty
women!  The whole bunch of you got poor Hor all worked up now!  The whole
class must be, punished!  Since you all got her so horny, I think it only
fitting that you all fuck her brains out!"

   My tired eyes flung themselves open in terror!  My knees went weak and
two of the ladies caught me on my way to the mat.

   Dozens of women pounced on me stripping my tiny trembling body like
piranha attacking a swimmer.  Someone poured a gallon of baby oil all over
me and within moments, I was, covered by naked squirming women, using
hands, mouths, tongues, and toys on me.  I have no idea how long they
fucked me, it was at least two or three hours, but I lost track of how many
times I orgasmed, and I remember Katie and Lillie giving me another series
of shots partway through it, making me crazier for sex than you could ever
imagine!  I was, insatiably driven into having those women fuck me no
matter how sore my cunt was becoming, just as long as I kept orgasming!

   I awoke to hear, "I don't care what she did!  I really like her!  Can I
help you take care of her?" The cute six foot tall blonde was cradling my
head in her lap as she asked Mistress Callie.

   "We will discuss it privately Darlene, especially since Hor is awake
again.  Darlene will you slip her gym shoes on her so she can be taken back
to her cell?" Mistress Callie asked bringing the gym shoes over to her.

   "My pleasure Doc, I'll even help take her to her cell if you don't
mind?" she gently laid my head onto the mat and crawled to my feet, lifting
them and fitting my comfy sneakers on them.  "How does that feel, Horatia?"

   I immediately fell in love with her!  She was the only one to call me by
my real name.  I think it's my real name...  Anyway, she was nice to me
when everyone else seemed to just want to use me.

   "Thank you very much ma'am," I told her with as much feeling as I could
put into it, while still being respectful.

   She picked me up off the mat as if I weighed nothing at all, sending my
naked boobies jiggling and undulating every which way.

   "Damn, those things fascinate the hell out of me sweetie!" she confided.

   Since she seemed to be deficient in the booby department, I could
understand her fascination so I said, "They're yours anytime you want to
use them."

   "My, that's sweet of you to offer sugar," she kissed my little cheek.

   Mistress Callie cleared her throat to get Darlene's attention, "Darlene
please set Hor back down on her feet so that she can be properly bound for
her trip back home."

   "Heck Doc, with me along she ain't going anywhere!  This little lady can
hardly walk at all, and I can run the hundred, as if my ass was on fire,
when I have to.  I'll keep an eye on her so she doesn't overpower anybody
and run away, he, he, he, as if she could!  One titty twister and you'd
about kill this one!" she joked, as I was, placed back upright on my feet.

   Mistress Callie gave her an extremely annoyed look.

   "It's alright ma'am, I don't want to make any trouble.  Please put the
restraints on me, as Mistress Callie asked," I didn't like the look
Mistress Callie was giving Darlene, and I didn't want my new friend to be
in any hot water on my account.

   "I'll do it if Doc here agrees to let me come with you..." she proposed.

   My eyes must have screamed out my fear because she held me tightly to
her, "Don't you fret hon..  I'm here and there's nothing to be afraid of."

   Mistress Callie looked up as if to ask for help, then replied, "Darlene,
you may come along, but we are really going to have to have a long
discussion later, agreed?"

   "Sure thing Doc, hand me those handcuffs and I'll get started," she
asked in her simple, straightforward way.

   I was quickly, cuffed, hobbled, and we started back on our way to my
cell.  Of course I was still naked and cum covered, but we didn't get near
as many cat calls, whistles, or nasty comments as I expected, apparently
Darlene has a few menacing looks of her own.

   Mistress Callie was not very happy when we entered my cell, but she held
her tongue while Darlene was there.

   Darlene removed my hobbles, handcuffs, and sweetly kissed the inside
part of my wrist.  When she was finished, she looked questioningly at
Doctor Callie and waited for her to speak.

   "Thank you Darlene, Hor has a date now so we will talk later..." she
tried to dismiss the large woman.

   "Uh Doc, before I go let's you and me have a little discussion outside,"
Darlene insisted, motioning her to come with her as she left the cell.

   I couldn't hear what they said as I sat on the side of my bed and
waited.

   ********************

   Outside the cell, a brief and slightly heated discussion was occurring.

   "I know that is Harry you have in there, Doc.  I also know that she
doesn't know that she is Harry as she is, isn't that right?" Darlene
started, her fists on her hips looking down at the much smaller woman.

   Doctor Callie was somewhat exasperated with the other woman, "Yes,
Darlene, she does not know at this particular time that she is Harry, but
with what we are doing that is necessary.  If he knew he was Harry, she
would be fighting tooth and nail every minute, which would make what she
must learn more difficult for all of us."

   "The way I look at it Doc, she is a girl, she is going to need a friend
that she can cry in front of and do all that girly stuff, without worrying
about being betrayed.  So if you really want her turned into a girl, and a
soft submissive one that must rely on all the feminine ways that you want
her to have, why don't you let her use me as a crutch, and she will never
be able to function without a strong protector?" Darlene grinned wickedly
at the doctor, showing a heretofore intensely intelligent gleam in her eye,
the doctor was shocked to discover.

   "That is a good idea, we'll talk more after dinner tonight," she agreed,
"I'll have the trustees bring you to the wardens office and we can work out
the details."

   "Great Doc, I want that piece of shit to be the most simpering,
spineless excuse for a woman that has ever walked the Earth," she concluded
vehemently.

   ********************

   When the doctor returned to the room, she met only Horatia and Katie
inside.  Lillie had been, sent back to her cell.

   "Well now Hor, it's time you cleaned up and dressed for your next date,
so into the bath with you.  Katie, go with her and make sure that she does
not ruin my good repair work by falling down in the bath tub," she
instructed.

   I was promptly bathed, coifed, and then dressed in black lace stockings,
garter belt, thong panties, an impressive shelf bra, full silk slip, black
stretch mini skirt, and a form fitting low cut, tightly stretched, tee
shirt.

   I looked positively sleazy.  If I were to leave the prison, I'd be,
arrested on prostitution charges even without a John on my arm.

   I stood staring into the mirror at myself thinking, 'this is wrong... 
That can't possibly be me!  I'm not...  I'm not a prostitute, am I? 
Mistress Callie says I am the prison whore.  I must a whore, I look like a
whore!'

   A tear started rolling down my perfect cheek, and my makeup was not
even, disturbed by it.

   "That's enough of that Missy!" Mistress Callie ordered.

   Nevertheless, I could take no more, and slumped to the floor in sobbing
wreckage, my whole body felt like the nerves were screaming.  I felt the
poke of a needle in my butt and quickly lost consciousness.

   ********************

   I swam up from my oblivion with two more sticks in my boobs and another
one in my butt, "Ow."

   Then I felt another stick in my arm, and as I fluttered my eyes open I
heard, "Ah there's my girl.  Now listen very carefully.  I want you to
watch the pendant swinging in front of your eyes.  You are falling into a
very deep trance, very deep trance.  Deeper than any you have ever been in
before.  Feel yourself becoming more and more relaxed, from the tip of your
toes to the top of your head, completely relaxed.  You are now completely
under my control, now you tell me that you are, completely under my
control."

   "I am completely under your control," I flatly responded.

   "Now it is time for you to learn a new behavior.  Open your mouth as
wide as you can," after I did so she continued, "You no longer have a gag
reflex.  Nothing stuck down your throat will ever make you gag.  You love
having something jammed deeply in your throat," she slowly inserted a large
lubricated realistic dildo into my mouth and down my throat, "You need to
have this feeling," she worked the big rubber cock in and out of my neck,
"This is a very fulfilling feeling for you.  You have to have it.  You want
to have it.  You must have a big dildo in your mouth and stuffed in and out
of your throat three times a day.  You need to have this feeling three
times a day or you will become hornier or hornier for this feeling until it
is all you can think of and nothing else.  You will find anything that you
can to stick into your throat to get this feeling.  You love having your
lips stretched around a big dildo.  You must do it or the craving gets
worse and worse." She pulled the big rubber cock out of my throat.

   "There in your hand is the huge dildo.  A full day has past since you
felt that wonderful rubber cock in you mouth and throat.  In your hand is
what you need more than anything in the whole world, go ahead and do what
you really, really want to do," she commanded with only a suppressed
giggle.

   I quickly rammed the huge rubber cock into my face, moaning in pleasure
as I fucked my own face with it.

   "It makes you feel so good.  It feels exactly like when you are, fucked
in your hot needy cunt.  You know, for certain that if you keep doing this
for five minutes, you will orgasm in a tremendous gushing mind numbing
crescendo," she paused, "Four and three quarter minutes have passed.  You
feel yourself on the very edge of orgasm.  You moan louder and louder."

   I was now desperately fucking my face, nearly screaming around that huge
dildo.  Then I orgasmed, throwing my self about, screaming into the dildo,
and filling my panties with hot sticky pussy juice.

   "That was so good!  You feel so wonderful.  Now you have an insatiable
craving for cunt juice.  You need to taste pussy.  You must taste a hot wet
cunt."

   She pulled her panties down and hiked her skirt up, "Look, in front of
you.  The thing you need.  There is a beautiful hot wet pussy all for you.
Go ahead and do what you need to do, and enjoy it as much as when you
fucked your face with the dildo."

   I dove into her cunt like a starved woman, licking, eating, and sucking
with total abandon.  I tongue fucked her until she came in my mouth saying,
"Drink all of the pussy juice.  You want it all.  It tastes too good to
waste.  You love it so much, that you must lick the pussy completely clean.
You are so grateful to be able to drink a woman's love juices you must
thank the cunt's owner for letting you eat her."

   "Thank you Mistress Callie," I thanked her sincerely.

   "When I snap my fingers you will awaken, feeling refreshed.  You will
remember your new desires and cravings from this session, but you will not
remember having had a session," she ordered, "One, two, three." (Snap)

   I stretched and yawned.

   "Wow Hor that must have been one sexy dream you were having!" Mistress
Callie exclaimed, "I have never before seen a woman orgasm in her sleep!"

   That's when I felt, the soaked clothing I was, wearing and the sopping
wet bed, which I lay in.  However, for some reason, I couldn't remember the
dream that I had been having.

   "Well Katie, clean her up again, and don't forget this is a brand new
day so help her out with some of her cravings while I attend to things in
the infirmary," she left without further ado.

   "Into the tub with you Missy," Katie ordered.

   "How come I never take a shower?" I hesitantly asked Katie.

   "With those feet?" she replied astonished, "You would break your neck in
a shower honey!"

   'Oh yes,' I thought, 'how could I forget?'

   I followed her into the bathroom and plunged into the tub full of
bubbles, while Katie helped scrub the places, which my little arms couldn't
reach.  I really love cleaning my boobs and pussy, and rubbing the soapy
washcloth all over them and inside me.

   We got me out of the tub, dried, perfumed, and coifed.  When she gave me
a lipstick to apply to my lips, I looked at it strangely.  It was making me
feel oddly, as if I wanted it to be bigger.  I applied it to my lips and
then started to slide it in and out between my lips and moaning.

   "Oh my, time for your favorite thing I see!  Put the lipstick down and
come with me, I have what you want, all ready in the other room," she took
my hand and led me back to my bed.

   Right in the middle of the bed was a huge disgusting, realistic looking
latex cock.  I looked at Katie to give her a nasty comment, but my gaze
slipped back to the cock, and I wanted it.  I dove onto the bed, snapped
the monster up, and without thinking, jammed it into my mouth and down my
neck, sliding it in and out, while moaning loudly.

   "You do love giving blow jobs girl!  Shit watching you is making my
panties wet," she pulled her panties down and started diddling herself
frantically.

   I must have fucked my own face for five minutes, getting hotter, and
hotter, I felt my sexual elation building to a crescendo and orgasmed in a
huge gush, ruining my clean clothes.

   It didn't stop there though, I needed pussy, and I needed pussy now! 
Katie hadn't cum yet, and she looked so delicious, I dove onto her cunt
like a starving Plecostomus!

   I tongue fucked her like mad.  I worked her lovely slippery pussy lips
every which way possible.  I occasionally sucked on her swollen clittie
making her squeal pleasingly.  It didn't take long for my ministrations to
bear fruit, she screamed, clutched at my head, and gushed tremendously into
my hungry mouth.

   "Oh good lord Hor!  I...  [Puff] I've never...  [Puff] never, gushed
before in my life!  You are one hell of a cunt licker!  Oh God!  I love it
when you clean my pussy off!" Katie screamed overwhelmed by her mind
numbing orgasm.

   "Thank you so much, Miss Katie for letting me lick your lovely tasty
pussy," I told her still kneeling in front of her looking up into her face.

   "Thank you for such an enthusiastic tongue fucking," she knelt down and
hugged me tenderly, squeezing my boobs far out to each side.

   I love hugs!

   I softly said, "Time for another bath?"

   Katie giggled, "You got that right girlfriend, but wouldn't you like to
snuggle on the bed for a while?"

   "Yes please!"

   "Come on then, we can snuggle for a while, lunch won't be for some time
yet.  Are you hungry?" she chatted as we lay down together and she wrapped
her arms around me and held me tightly.

   "No, I don't feel hungry.  I have a tummy full of sweet pussy juices," I
purred, and wiggled closer to Katie.  "I love snuggling with you Katie."

   She kissed my neck.

   I felt so comfortable that I dozed off.

   ********************

   "Doctor Callie, I think I need a break," she looked squarely into the
doctors eyes, "I need to distance myself from Harry.  In his girl persona,
he is so sweet, and such a good cunt licker I'm beginning to like her too
much!"

   "You are kidding me aren't you?" Doctor Callie asked incredulously, "You
really are starting to like her?"

   Katie looked into her hands, "Yes, she is so sweet and loving, and I
just got the best tongue fucking of my life!  I actually gushed!  That's
never happened to me before!"

   "Incredible, I am impressed, we are making the horniest slut who ever
walked this planet!  Shit she is going to be very popular," Callie smiled
broadly, "Don't worry Katie, I have a relief worker all lined up.  You did
leave her tied to the bed posts with the fucking machine working her,
didn't you?"

   "Yes, it's been fucking her for twenty minutes or so.  She orgasmed once
before I left her," Katie confirmed and went on with, "Lillie will bring
her lunch, with a big English cucumber, which she will want to do nasty
things with."

   "Great, Darlene is meeting with the warden and I in about an hour and
she will be able to take some of the pressure off you.  Anytime you want to
have another gusher though, just say the word and you will have a special
date set up for you," Callie assured her lover and nurse, "We need to spend
time together, watching you with her was making me so horny for you!"

   "I think I need a night off to myself if you don't mind?" Katie couldn't
look the doctor in the eye, when she asked so softly.

   "That's all right honey," Callie hugged her, "I know what a loving and
sensitive person you are.  I shouldn't have put you in this position to
begin with.  You go and get some rest and private time and I'll see you
tomorrow."

   "Thanks Callie," Katie said as she rose and went back to her cell.

   ********************

   Darlene entered the warden's office on time to find that the Warden and
doctor were already there.

   She took a seat across the desk from the warden and next to Callie.  She
crossed her legs and waited for the others to speak.

   "Well Darlene, it seems that we need your services.  Katie resigned, as
her number one companion," Doctor Callie admitted.

   "I can understand that.  Katie has a huge heart, and I think she was
getting pretty close to Horatia and forgetting about Harry," Darlene
observed.

   "Darlene, I must say that you surprise the hell out of me.  Usually you
present yourself as a big dumb bumpkin.  Why do you do that when you are
obviously an intelligent girl?" the warden asked.

   Darlene smiled, "Well warden, I found out long ago, because of the way I
look and my size, most people assume that I'm just a big dumb blonde.  I
just use that fact to my own advantage.  It is a whole lot easier to get
what I want when someone doesn't expect what I can do." Darlene smiled a
mischievous smile.

   "Oh, well you had us completely fooled, which is an important talent for
what we need you for.  I see that you are on the list of those mistreated
by Harry, but I don't know what for, can you refresh my memory," the warden
asked.

   "Harry was providing my lover with heroine, feeding her addiction and
fucking her as often as he could.  She died nine months ago of an overdose
she gave herself so that she wouldn't have to have sex with that pig
anymore," Darlene replied vehemently.

   The warden hung her head in her hands, covering her face and said, "I am
so sorry Darlene.  I can't even ask for your forgiveness, I should have
saved he..."

   "I don't blame you warden.  You couldn't have known, unless someone had
told you.  Once you were, told you acted quickly, and exacted a fair
punishment upon the guilty party.  I'm just anxious to do my part in the
final stages of it," Darlene reached out to the warden and held her hand
reassuringly.

   "Thank you Darlene," the warden straightened up, "But with your obvious
hatred of Horatia, she will pick up on it and won't bond with you the way
we want her to."

   The doctor broke in with, "Don't you worry Warden.  Darlene could win an
Oscar with the performance she put on in our aerobics class.  Hell, I was
becoming seriously pissed at her for not letting me hobble Hor on her way
out of the class!  I thought I was going to have to call the guards and
have them remove Darlene!  Warden this lady is perfect for the job!"

   "That is high praise indeed, Darlene.  As far as I am concerned, you are
the new trustee assigned to the Horatia project.  I will be keeping tabs on
this whole thing.  I won't let this prison be used the way Harry used it,
ever again," the warden ended emphatically.  She quickly scribbled out a
note and handed it to Darlene, "This will identify you as a trustee until I
have the proper paperwork made out.  That's all I have.  You two can go on
with your business."

   The two women rose and left the office.

   ********************

   I was tied to the bedpost and someone, had jammed a big dildo attached
to some kind of machine into my cunt and I have been being fucked forever!
I guessed it might have been only an hour, as I screamed through my sixth
orgasm, thrashing about on the bed.

   Lillie entered my room with a tray of food, which she set carefully
aside, then switched off the machine, "Oh poor baby, did someone forget you
were here?"

   She climbed on the bed, untied me, and held me tightly.

   I mewed and buried my face in her shoulder.

   "We better get you bathed and then you may have your dinner," she told
me, half carrying me to the bathtub.

   Lillie took especially good care of my boobies, when I had dried off,
she covered my whole body with pretty smelling moisturizer, and then she
dried my hair again.

   She had me stand still as she gave me my four standard shots, then I was
dressed as a slut again.

   I sat down to eat my dinner and part way through it Lillie presented me
with an English cucumber.  I ate a few more bites and then decided to have
a bite of the cucumber, only when I stuck it in my mouth.  I kept going
with it until it was down my neck.  I started fucking my face with that
long hard vegetable when I heard Lillie gasp.

   She hiked up her own skirt, sat on the corner of my bed and started
finger banging her self.

   After five minutes, I orgasmed and could finally take the cucumber out
of my mouth.  However, Lillie's cunt looked so good, I had to go over and
tongue fuck her.

   Lillie was thrashing around on the bed, screeching and clutching at the
bed covers, until I brought her to a mind numbing gushing orgasm, which I
hungrily slurped, down.  She was clutching her head when I thanked her for
letting me eat her.

   "Oh dear god!  Hor, that was unreal!  I can't move!  It was wonderful!
Come up here and snuggle for a while until I can catch my breath," Lillie
insisted, as she lie there in post orgasmic bliss.

   I crawled up and was immediately, captured in her arms.  She held onto
me as if she were afraid that I would run away.

   She started lazily playing with my breasts and nipples and in no time at
all, she had me panting like a race dog.

   "I think Hor likes having her huge boobies played with, doesn't she?"
she asked naughtily.

   "I love it," was all I could manage as a reply, as my body quivered all
over.

   "Shit, I bet if I keep this up, you'll orgasm," Lillie speculated as she
continued her titty onslaught.

   She was right of course, and she had me orgasming in just a few minutes.

   Lillie kept cuddling me until I drifted off into a light slumber.

   ********************

   I awoke to being lifted easily, carried to the bathroom, and being
deposited in a warm tub full of bubbles.

   I was, lovingly washed, dried, powdered, perfumed, and dressed by
Darlene my big friend.

   She deposited me back into my bed and lay next to me talking, "Hi,
sweetie.  Have you been busy since you saw me last?"

   "I have been in the bathtub more than anything else.  That and
orgasming..." she hugged me tight at that.

   "Have they been taking advantage of my little Horatia?" she cooed in my
ear.

   "I think I have been taking advantage of them...  I can't seem to ever
get enough sex!  I seem to have developed a fixation on sucking dildo
too... mmm just thinking about it..." I moaned, my saliva flowing freely,
"I want one...  Can you hand me a dildo to suck please Darlene?"

   "You stay right there sweetie, I'll get one from the closet for you,"
Darlene rose from the bed and swayed into the closet.  When she immerged,
she had both of her arms behind her back.  She hopped back on the bed,
sitting with her legs crossed, and brought out an 18" long, three-inch
thick veined and flesh colored monster!

   I couldn't stop myself.  I snatched the monster from Darlene and tried
to ram it into my little girl mouth...  It was too big!  Nevertheless, that
didn't stop me, I kept shoving, and working away at it, until my mouth
stretched around it and then even though my little mouth was painfully
tight around that dildo, I started working it down my little throat.  I
hurt like hell, but I wouldn't stop until I could slide it in and out of my
face, fucking my mouth and throat vigorously.

   It took three minutes or more to get into my face, so it wasn't long and
I was gushing like Old Faithful, trying to scream out my ecstasy into the
latex monster filling my face.

   Darlene had been rubbing her crotch through her panties and the
fragrance of her arousal was making me crazy, so I yanked her panties aside
and tongue fucked her to her own wildly thrashing and fountainous ecstasy.

   "Jesus Horatia!  You are the most enthusiastic cunt licker I have ever
met!" she panted, as she cuddled close and kissed me.

   I was still diddling my own burning wet slit and trembling.

   "Are you still horny Horatia?" Darlene asked sweetly.

   "I'm sorry Darlene...  I...  I...  can't seem to help it," I told her,
nearly in tears, still frigging myself.

   "Poor baby!  Don't you fret hon.  I can help," Darlene snagged the dildo
and gently started working it into my huge stretchy cunt.

   It didn't take long and I was, impaled upon the same monster that I had
used to fuck my face.

   Darlene was ramming it in and out of me, slapping my vulva with her hand
on each stroke.  I orgasmed screaming and gushing, but that didn't stop
Darlene.  She kept fucking me with that dildo until I had orgasmed six
times!

   The only thing I could do was lay there quivering...  I couldn't even
answer her when she asked, "Satisfied now sweetie?"

   Darlene picked me up, as though I weighed nothing, and carried me to the
bathroom where she deposited me into a hot tub full of bubbles.  She had to
wash me and keep me from slumping under the surface at the same time.  When
I was clean, she dressed me back into one of my frilliest pink baby dolls
and sat me in one of the chairs in my room while she changed the sheets. 
She then carefully deposited me into my bed and administered my now
accustomed four shots.

   I fell into unconsciousness almost immediately.

   ********************

   After I was asleep, Darlene pressed a button on the wall to talk with
the warden.

   "Yes Darlene?" Ms.  Leslie Sterndackle answered.

   "She's out cold.  I gave her a double dose of Lady Viagra, and handed
her that enormous dildo we talked, about.  My god she actually rammed that
thing down her neck!  When we were done, she was still horny as hell so I
used it to fuck the shit out of her.  After that, she couldn't even squeak
out an answer.  I bathed and then dressed her.  She is now one tired slut!"
Darlene explained to the wall.

   "Good, I was watching part of it," she admitted, "What is next on the
agenda?"

   "I believe that Doctor Callie has a show planed for aerobics class and
some gang cunnilingus after the show.  How many do you think she can
satisfy before she passes out?" Darlene giggled cruelly as she asked.

   "As many as she can is all I ask for and all the Doctor says will be
needed to reinforce her conditioning," the warden replied in a dead flat
tone.

   "Right you are warden!  Sometimes I let myself become caught up in the
role, don't worry, I never let it show when it is not supposed to," she
assured the warden.

   "I know but, I am trying to keep the purpose of this little escapade in
focus.  This is not for our enjoyment, it is to punish that scum bucket,
for what he did," the warden told her, the emotion evident in her voice.

   "Yes warden, I understand..." she finished her report.

   "Sorry Darlene, I'm just having some issues about what we are doing
right now.  It's not your fault.  You should know I appreciate your help,"
the warden sighed and closed the intercom.

   ********************

   I had been awakened, bathed, and dressed in my pink exorcise outfit,
wearing high heeled pink Reeboks, hobbled and escorted to the Aerobics
class by Darlene.

   Mistress Callie was again leading the class, "Ah our guest of honor has
arrived!"

   Darlene removed my shackles and brought me up to Mistress Callie.

   "Are we feeling a little anxious this morning?" she prompted.

   I nodded.

   "Would you like this?" she produced the huge dildo that I had used the
day before.

   I reached out slowly, trembling all over my entire body, toward it, but
waited for her approval before I actually grabbed it.

   Mistress Callie proffered it saying, "Go ahead, you can have it."

   I snatched it and immediately started working the huge cock like dildo
into my sweet face.  It took a lot of effort, but I got it past my lips
again, and began ramming it down my throat moaning like the slut I am.  I
was so, caught up in fucking my face I barely noticed the catcalls and
whistling the ladies in the class were making.

   "Fuck that sweet face baby!"

   "Ooh, you are a cock sucking whore!"

   "She loves that cock!"

   "Suck it you slut!"

   Many more encouraging shouts were, called out the entire time I was deep
throating that monster Latex Cock.

   "Now before she finishes girls, anyone who wants the best tongue fucking
of her life, show us your pussy!" she encouraged, as she too dropped her
hose.

   Even though I was frantically fucking my face, the sight of all those
naked cunts, both terrified me and thrilled me.  The hand that wasn't
driving the dildo down my neck, found it's way to my drooling snatch, and
started diddling my clit, heightening my orgasmic bliss.

   Five minutes after getting that obscene tool in my hand I orgasmed in a
huge knee buckling, gushing, mind bending, puddle of femininity.

   Luckily, Darlene had anticipated my weakness and caught me before I hit
the mat.

   When I had recovered enough, the sight of all those naked cunts drove me
wild!  I attacked Mistress Callie's sweet pussy first.  After her cunt
exploded all over, my face I went to the next closest slit, and the next,
until I finally had a badly distended stomach and fainted from all of the
exertion.

   ********************

   "You sure do know how to break up an aerobics class sweetie," was the
first thing that graced my ears when I came to.

   "Where am I?" I asked Darlene as soon as I could open my eyes and after
she gave me a long languid kiss.

   "Back in your warm soft bed snuggling with your favorite girlfriend,"
she answered sexily in my cute shell like ear.  "You were bathed, powdered,
dressed, and loving place in your bed by moi."

   "Oh thank you so much darling!  I'm so grateful to have one friend that
I can rely on!" I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster.

   "You are so sweet and so welcome hon.!" she said as she cleaned my
tonsils with her tongue.  "Don't worry about your shots either, I took care
of them while you slept."

   "Whatever will I do with myself now?" I declared sarcastically.

   "Well you need to eat something, and I don't mean my pussy either, and
you need to visit the infirmary for a check up," she informed me, as she
stopped my hand from diddling her lovely crack.

   She helped stabilize my huge tight feeling bosom as I strained to regain
my feet, but as she grasped one I felt something strange happen and the
front of my baby doll became warm and wet.

   "What in the hell," I declared, "was that?"

   "I don't know," she stated as she tried to get a better look, "let's
find out."

   She reached in, scooped one of my enormous fun bags out of my bra, and
inspected the nipple.  What happened next shocked me more that I can ever
say.  She placed her lips on my nipple and began to suckle.

   I could feel the milk letting down and flowing out of my boob!  It came
joyously squirting out of my nipple into her warm, soft, lipstick covered,
mouth!

   "Mmmmm, you taste good lover!" she enthused as she continued her
feeding.

   "Milk?" How can I be lactating?" I asked Darlene in my sweet little
voice, lubricating my slit freely, as she continued to nurse at my full,
huge breast.

   "Whuwd whaoh mnoh," she answered her mouth, happily full of my big
sensitive nipple.

   "Wow, it feels great when you do that!" I encouraged her, as my panting
became louder and my hand found it's way to my hot vagina.

   Mistress Callie came into the room and Darlene released her suction long
enough to say, "Doc, I hope your thirsty!  You take the other one!"

   Mistress Callie hopped on the bed next to Darlene and latched onto my
other boob, I was immediately in stereo ecstasy, and I orgasmed in no time.

   That didn't even slow them down.  By the time they had drained me I had
orgasmed twice more.

   As I sat there recovering, mistress Callie stated, "I'm glad you liked
that!  Especially since you are going to be doing that three times a day
for a long, long time.  Don't worry we have lots of volunteers to help out
and Darlene here can teach you how to use a breast pump for those times no
one is thirsty.  You might have noticed the refrigerator that we put in
here, this morning.  It's so you have a place to store your milk where it
won't go bad, before we can take it to the cafeteria, where we plan to have
a lottery to see who will be the lucky girl that gets your milk!  Isn't
that exciting?" she asked with an evil grin plastered on her face,
caressing my sensitive breast.

   I shuddered as much from the stimulation, as from the knowledge that I
was now the prison's prize cow!

   "Triple sets of mammary glands, and they are greatly enlarged by the
drugs that we have been using on you.  You should be able to out produce
some milk cows in a couple of weeks, after some more injections of course!"
she caressed, lifted and grasped my nipple, which she used to squirt
Darlene with.

   "We can have squirt gun fights with these guns!" Darlene squealed
happily, squirting Mistress Callie back with my other udder.

   I know I should feel angry with them...  but it felt so good and they
were having so much fun, I just couldn't.  The two of them couldn't play
long, since they had pretty much drained them so there wasn't much, left in
my swollen mammaries.

   Darlene sucked a mouthful from one of my boobs and kissed me on the
mouth.  I wasn't expecting her to split my lips with her tongue and fill my
mouth with my own milk, however!  It was swallow or drown.  Now, I'm not
into drinking much milk, but mine is sweet and tasty, so I didn't mind so
much.

   "What do you think lover?  Do you like how you taste?" she teased, her
face four inches away from mine.

   While I was formulating an answer, Mistress Callie started sucking and
caressing my breast, while Darlene tickled my clit.

   "Oh my God!" I squealed.

   "She likes her own milk!  You know, I don't think that she has orgasmed
in ten minutes..." she brought out a large dildo, which I couldn't take my
eyes off, and handed it to me.

   While they nursed, I fucked my face and orgasmed.  It was absolute
heaven...

   ********************

   When they were done with me, I was bathed and perfumed, dressed in pink,
as a slut again and taken for a walk around the prison compound...

   The other inmates seemed to giggle and point when we walked by, but with
my big companion, none of them bothered us.  I was still scared.  Virtually
everyone is bigger than I am...  It seemed to me that every one of them
looked at me hungrily, as I jiggled my way around the prison.

   I found myself clinging tighter and tighter to Darlene, the longer we
walked, and the more I came to notice the women pointing at my bizarre feet
and enormous breasts, my need for having Darlene beside me growing ever
greater as we went along.

   "Where are we going Darlene?" I asked her peering up along her arm to
her face, as we slowly walked.  (Since I can't walk very fast, due to what
had been, done to my feet)

   "Well little one, we are taking you to the infirmary, for a quick check
up, it seems you are due for your period soon and the doctor wants to
verify all six of your ovaries are working," she stated, smiling down at me
giving me a reassuring squeeze on the hand.

   When we entered the office we were sent to an examination room in the
back by a nurse I didn't recognize, "What happened to Katie?  Is she angry
at me?" I tried to put on my cutest, hurt puppy look.

   "She, um...  is busy with other cases, right now.  Please, disrobe and
put this on," she handed me one of those hospital gowns, the ones that are
open in the back, with the exception that this one was pink, "then climb up
onto the examination table, and put your feet in the syrups.  The doctor
will be with you in a minute."

   I stripped, trying to do so seductively in front of Darlene.  I wriggled
and bent over as far as I could, as I slipped my lacy pink panties down my
slender legs, showing my naked bottom to Darlene as I did so.

   She lightly patted my big bottom saying, "Careful where you point this
thing, my sweet little slut.  If one of the male guards came in, you'd get
this hot pussy stuffed with man meat." She giggled and stroked my bottom,
eliciting a low moan from me.

   She slipped the gown around me and easily lifted me onto the table,
helping me place my feet into the stirrups, and pulling the gown down to
cover my privates, but not before giving me a quick diddle with her finger
to rev up my motor.

   So that is the way Mistress Callie found me, legs spread, panting like a
dog, and sitting in a little puddle of my own pussy juice.

   "Good god Girl, I'm here to examine you, not fuck your brains out, so
you can just turn off the lubrication for now," Mistress Callie told me, in
front of both Darlene and the nurse, as she sopped up the mess I had made.

   "Well it looks like I won't have to use the KY Jelly!" she promptly slid
the speculum into me and spread me wide open.  "Hmm, oh my god!  Darlene
come here you have to see this!"

   Darlene moved to where she was working between my legs, "What is it?"

   "There's a Buick in there," she told her laughing at the dirty look that
Darlene gave her.

   Darlene recovered quickly with, "You mean the one parked next to the
pickup truck?"

   They giggled together at their jokes, and at my huge vagina.

   "Come here Darlene, and put these gloves on," I heard the snap of the
gloves as she put them on, "now give me your hand.  Just let me guide you
in...  here, do you feel this?  Now over here is the same thing.  Inside
her deeper, that's good, do you feel these?" the doctor asked her as they
explored around inside me.

   I could feel both of their arms moving around within my body, as well as
see my abdomen bulging, and with that bulge moving about on my tummy as
they explored.

   "Oh my god, I'm inside her up to my elbow!" Darlene exclaimed.

   "Be careful here, we are right up against her diaphragm.  Watch this,
when I push up like this..." she did something inside me and all of the air
in my lungs whooshed out, "see, she exhales.  If I keep pressure on it, she
can't inhale and would pass out," she wouldn't let me breathe, and
everything around was turning grey...

   "But I won't let her take the easy way out," I could breathe again
suddenly, "The inmates would never forgive me.  Now see how slimy our arms
are, she loves it when anything is, stuffed inside her!  Don't you love it
Hor?"

   "Y...  Y...  Yes, Mistress I love anything you do to me!" I squealed,
with my back arched, and a death grip on the examination table.

   "No wonder she's always thirsty!  Hey doc, I've got to show you the new
bottle I made for her to drink from!" she turned and hurried away, only to
return a moment later with something she kept out of my view.

   "See doc, how do you, like it?" Darlene sounded so proud of herself!

   "It's perfect!  I'll like it even better when she is drinking out of it
all of the time!  Go ahead, let's see her use it," Mistress Callie replied
gleefully.

   Darlene came up to me with a large dildo coming out of her hand.  Then I
noticed that below her hand was a two-litter bottle of water, which was,
attached to the realistic looking cock!

   "Here you go sweetheart," she said lovingly, helping to stuff the cock
into my mouth, whereupon I started fucking my face with it while I drank.

   "We won't even have to compel her to use it, she'll use it, just to
fulfill her other programming.  How is that water Hor?  Do you like, your
new baa baa?" she asked, but not without playing with my boobs and diddling
my clits!

   "Ulllglloog, oommffmm!" I replied not even slowing down my drinking and
fucking my face!

   "Go ahead Darlene, diddle this giant cunt while I milk Miss Moo Cow
here!" Mistress Callie instructed Darlene who was more than happy to
comply! "Tilt her pelvis back first, like this!"

   My hips swiveled up until I was almost lying on my neck!

   'I don't know why they are bothering,' I thought, 'I'll be orgasming any
second now anyway!'

   They went at me hard and heavy, but I couldn't come!  Finally, after
drinking, for five minutes, and with the bottle long empty, I erupted like
a geyser!  My eyes rolled up into my head and I twitched wildly!  This was
the most explosive orgasm I could ever remember!

   When my twitching subsided, I could feel Mistress Callie and Darlene
down at my twat and heard them say, "Can you believe the lake of cunt juice
in there?"

   "No, way!" Darlene exclaimed, "Good god, not even could I fit my head in
there, but I could drown too!"

   I felt one of them reach inside of me and, heard wet splashing noises as
they played in my juice filled cavity.

   "Here, let's save it in this bottle, and think up all kinds of
disgusting uses for this stuff?" Darlene suggested.

   "Sure, get that measuring cup and start baling it into the bottle,"
Mistress Callie told her while she held the jug for Darlene to pour my, cum
into it.

   I listened to the wet noised as they filled the jug.

   "We can let her down now, I think that's all we can get this way," they
lowered my hips and I could feel all of the wet lubricant running down the
crack of my butt.

   "Shit, she had at least another cup left in there!" Darlene let out an
evil sounding snicker, as the puddle under me spread.

   "Oh well Darlene go ahead and clean her up, we finished the exam before
her little drink," Mistress Callie told her, as she snapped the gloves off,
washed her arms and hands, just prior to leaving.

   Darlene washed and cleaned me with a washcloth and towel, conveniently
found in the room.  She dressed me in my hooker clothes and walked me back
to my cell, in front of all of the catcalls and remarks that were, shouted
out, when Darlene wasn't looking.  By the time we arrived at my cell, I had
a death grip on Darlene again and was trembling with fear.

   "Don't be frightened little one.  Darlene is here to protect you.  You
are my sweet delicate little flower, and I have to protect someone who is
so defenseless.  Here why don't you have some cherries..." she said handing
me a jar of maraschino cherries, "go ahead an open it, while I get a
spoon." She went into the closet to get a plastic spoon.

   I tried to open the jar, with all of my might, but the lid wouldn't
budge.  I even tried to hold the jar with my thighs and use both of my tiny
hands to take the lid off, but to no avail.

   Darlene returned to the bed where I was sitting and asked, "What's the
matter little one?  Is that lid on too tight?"

   "I tried Darlene, real hard too.  I thing it's stuck.  I'll have to go
without any cherries," I sighed, wishing that I could have one.  I really
like them!

   She picked up the jar and spun it open like it was, lubricated with
Teflon, "Not to worry my weak little pussy girl!" She giggled as she
scooped out a cherry and fed me as if I were a baby bird.  "That's my
little girl."

   I giggled and said, "Mmmm!  I love cherries, and you too Darlene." I
smiled up at her adoringly.  "I'm so glad that I have a big strong lover
like you!"

   "You can lean on me princess.  I'll do all the hard things for my weak
little sissy.  You won't even have to strain one of your spongy soft little
muscles.  I will do everything for you.  Your job is just to be soft,
beautiful, weak, and vulnerable, plus of course have as much sex as your
super horny little body can stand," Darlene assured me, then kissed me
passionately, before putting the lid back on the jar.

   "I'm going to go potty," Darlene told me and went into the bathroom.

   I thought it was the perfect time to sneak another cherry, so I grabbed
the jar and tried to take the lid off.  It wouldn't even try to move.  Even
when I put everything I had into it!

   "Did my sweetie want another cherry?  You should have said so, I'll get
you one," she took the jar and the lid spun away even easier that it had
the first time.  "There you are baby bird," she spoon fed me and giggled.

   "I'm so weak!  I think a baby could beat me up!" I sniffed, frightened
once again.

   Darlene hugged me protectively, "It's just a jar of cherries.  No reason
for you to cry baby!"

   ********************

   These kinds of things happened to me for weeks, even throughout my
period.  Darlene had cobbled together a fucking machine, to keep my
overactive libido satisfied, during that disgusting time!

   I was so reliant on Darlene, the warden had another adjoining cell
modified to join with mine so we could room together, and she would have a
handy place to stay while some of the other inmates would be visiting me
and fucking my horny little body.

   The four times a day shots were, kept up, and my boobs were milk
fountains all of the time it seamed.  I seemed to become hornier, by the
day as well.  It was as if I had to have something in my cunt or mouth all
of the time!

   ********************

   "All right ladies, what is the status of our project?" warden
Sterndackle in her businesswoman's way, hands clasped together on her desk
looking at the other conspirators.

   Dr.  Callie Mannatter responded with, "Hor is at the point that we can
integrate her into Harry now.  The mannerisms that we wished to impart to
Harry are strongly in place in Hor.  Virtually everything has been, done
for her for so long now that she is weak as a kitten.  The mindset of her
weakness has been, reinforced by many tricks, like what Darlene used with
the locking cap on the cherry bottle."

   "The warnings, that come with the 'Lady Viagra' about not overdosing, or
using it more that twice a week, or a permanently increased libido will
result.  We have had her on a placebo for a week without her showing signs
that she is any less horny than the week before.  She even tried to fuck
the edge of the bathtub yesterday.  I believe that now she will fuck
anything that moves, and many stationary things too!"

   "She is producing enough milk every day to make a Jersey cow jealous."

   "She is acting more feminine, and more of a nymphomaniac sex bomb than
anyone that I or anyone on the team has ever seen.  Hell one of the inmates
said that she thought Hor was beautiful and the nutty little bitch sobbed
for half an hour."

   "She goes into catatonia if you put her in pants, and the frillier
sissier her underwear and clothes are, the more she likes them.  She will
wear Daisy Mae shorts and that's as close to male garb that she can stand.
Pink rumba panties are her absolute favorite panties to wear, although she
never gets to wear them very long, she orgasms every time she wears them,
within fifteen minutes."

   "Hor has to drink out of a big cock shaped bottle nipple now, or else
she vomits up everything she drank."

   "I believe that when we destroy the hypnotic overlay, all of the
mannerisms that we have given Hor, will be inherited by Harry, including
the inability to say what her true name is.  We have ensured that he will
never even attempt to leave the prison, especially after we spring our
little demonstration on her."

   The warden nodded her head saying, "Then I believe that you should go
ahead and do the integration as we planned.  I for one will be glad, when
this whole ugly business is done, with.  I want to extend my deepest
gratitude to you ladies for the help and cooperation that you have given me
during this whole trying episode."

   "No, thank you warden!" Dr.  Mannatter replied, "I cannot express my
gratitude for your giving me this opportunity to prove my theories and
techniques are completely viable.  Not to mention how much fun it's been
making a man into a prissy sissy lesbian!" She giggled with her scary near
maniacal laugh.

   The warden attempted to smile, while trying to hide her obvious
distaste. It looked more of a grimace, than a smile but was sufficient to
satisfy the doctor.

   Darlene chimed in with, "I thank you too warden.  Harry, err...  Horatia
is going to make a quite suitable replacement for the lover I lost, due to
him."

   "Well that remains to be seen Darlene.  Once the integration is
complete, it will be her choice whether she wants you to stay with her. 
Although with the programming she will have, it does seem nearly a
guaranteed thing."

   "How is Katie holding up, Callie?" the warden asked.

   "She still has a hard time even seeing Hor.  Although I believe once the
integration is complete and the old Harry is allowed to surface again, she
will come around again," Dr.  Callie told her.

   "Keep me posted on her, she might be the weak link in all of this,"
warden Sterndackle stated, a slightly worried expression on her face.

   "Don't worry warden, if she should prove to be a problem, she could wind
up Horatia's sister slut," the doctor informed her, a very serious
expression on her face.

   "You could do that to your lover?" the shocked warden asked.

   "Well if she was to betray me and us, that would prove without a doubt
that she does not love me.  Therefore, no I wouldn't have a problem with
doing that to someone who had betrayed me," she replied coldly and
logically.

   A chill went down the warden's spine.

   "Very well doctor, you have permission to start the integration.  We
will however have to coordinate the timing, Harry's sister was instrumental
in the creation of Horatia, and she wants to witness the first parts of the
integration.  She wants to have an opportunity to speak to her, in order to
impart her disgust and righteous indignation," the warden informed them,
obviously dismissing them, as she went back to work on her paperwork.

   ********************

   Two days later, all of the preparations were in place.

   Simelda Buttman was present in the warden's office watching on the same
monitor as she was.

   Katie was busy in the Infirmary.

   Dr.  Callie Mannatter was in Horatia's room, with Hor in a hypnotic
trance wearing one of her see through pink baby dolls.

   Darlene was also present wearing a red corset, black boots, scarlet
thong panties, and elbow length nylon gloves.

   "Warden, are you and your guest ready to begin integration?" Dr, Callie
asked.

   That P.A.  answered with, "You may, proceed doctor," in the voice of the
warden.

   "Ready Darlene?" Dr.  Callie asked.

   "Get on with it doc!" she replied rather tersely.

   "Horatia?  Can you hear me?" she asked.

   "Yes, Mistress Callie I hear you," I replied.

   "The artificially created woman, known as Horatia, will now integrate
with the original personality known as Harry.  The mannerisms and
compulsions, which were, imparted to Horatia, will become an irreversible
part of the integrated personality.  The very feminine manors and the
insecurities shall remain predominant.  The integrated personalities will
retain contiguous memories of everything that has happened to them, with
the exception of the hypnotic sessions," Dr.  Callie informed the subject.

   "When I count to three, you will stay asleep for the rest of the night.
You will continue the mental integration that is needed while you sleep. 
When you are complete, you will finish your night's sleep naturally and
awaken normally in the morning, as you would awaken any other day, with the
exception that you once again, have a mind of you own, and with your
integrated personality that I have just described.  One...  Two...  Three,"
she told me.

   I rolled over into a peaceful slumber, which lasted until morning...

   ********************

   I awoke slowly and lazily, until I brushed my long hair out of my eyes,
"What in the fuck?"

   The memories of the last months hadn't completely pushed their way into
the fore part of my brain yet, but they were beginning to.

   I grabbed at my chest and crotch at the same time, winding up with a
handful of pussy and boobs.  I couldn't believe it, the last fully wakeful
thoughts I had were in this very cell.  I had been, gassed and had fallen
down, breaking my leg...  then some hazy things while being drugged in the
infirmary, now I'm a fucking woman?

   Tears started streaming down my cheeks, and I rolled onto my side in a
fetal position, hugging my knees as close to my chest as they would go. 
Since my chest was so big, they didn't have far to travel.

   After Sobbing for what seemed like hours, I felt an arm reach around my
impossible body and hold me.  I knew it was, Darlene's arm, one of my
recently acquired memories assured me.

   She whispered in my ear, "I'm here for you Horatia.  I know it must be
hard for you with what has been done to you, so I will just hold you until
you are ready to talk to me."

   I was so grateful just to have anyone who seemed to care about me that I
turned over and clutched to her like a tiny little girl, with my head
buried in her shoulder, crying my feminine little eyes out.

   "That a girl, just let it all out, Darlene is here," she cooed in my
ear.

   I felt a poke in my big soft butt and some of the edge faded away a bit.
I seemed almost able to think again through the slightly hazy warm glow
that filled me.

   "Is that better sweetie?" she asked.

   "Mmm hmm," I moaned, realizing how soft Darlene felt against me and how
pretty she smelled.  I started to become, turned on.  Without consciously
knowing what I was doing, I began caressing Darlene's breasts, which felt
so nice to play with I almost forgot about my predicament.

   "Mmm, that feels nice sweetie..." she moaned, and began rubbing my big
bottom, occasionally barely brushing against my vulva, making me quiver
like Jello in a paint mixer.

   My quivering boobs were arousing me so much I couldn't believe it when I
felt my crotch start drooling down my legs and all over Darlene's chest and
stomach.

   "Are you sure you want to do this right now Horatia?" Darlene whispered
breathily in my ear, which only served to make my slit drool harder!

   "I need you baby," I begged, as I felt my pussy screaming to be
penetrated.  "Please, please, fuck me.  I...  I...  I...  need to be
fucked!" I begged trembling like a junkie needing a fix!

   Darlene French kissed me and said, "It will be my pleasure to fuck you
lover!"

   I felt her fingers begin to work my dripping slit, and my hips started
moving with a mind of their own.  When her finger penetrated me, I had a
mini orgasm, still trying to take more and more of her hand inside me.

   She rolled me onto my boobs and spread my knees on the bed, as I felt
the humongous strap on she was wearing slip inside my steaming cunt, and
her hand reached around me to tug at my huge nipples.

   My butt moved to meet her hips with each stroke, Horatia...  ah...  I,
had been, trained well.  I rode her rigid shaft like the whore they had
turned me into, until had I screamed out more orgasms than my addled mind
could count...  more that six...  which is where I lost count.

   When she was satisfied that I had come enough times she left he dildo
inside me and held me tenderly.

   "Thank you so much Darlene for fucking me so well!" I heard my little
girl voice chirp out.

   "My pleasure sweetie, I love fucking my little Horatia.  I love it when
you gush out all of your slit juice!  You announce to the world that you
are sexually satisfied, better than any other woman that I have ever,
known. Your orgasms turn me on so much!" she praised, as she hugged me
tightly.

   "I...  I...  love you Darlene..." I whispered so quietly that I didn't
think she heard me.

   "Would you like me to take it out now...?" she asked

   "Yes please."

   I felt her gently pull out the large dildo within me, and I couldn't
believe I still really wanted it in me!  When it was out...  I felt so
empty!

   She handed it to me and I took it.  I held it in my tiny hands and
stared at it.  Sweat was pouring out of my forehead.  I strained to resist
it, but the harder I tried, the more I wanted it!  Me, a once strapping
strong guy with an eight-inch cock of my own, I wanted to suck and fuck
this huge phallic symbol in my hands.  My mouth was watering so much, I
started to drool out the corner of it, and I began trembling all over
again.

   My right hand snaked its way down to the huge gaping hole between my
legs, and then slipped inside me.  I slowly started to fist fuck myself,
but that wasn't enough, I wanted...  I needed to take this big cock into my
mouth and feel it sliding down my throat!

   When I could no longer resist, I watched in horror and desire as I
slowly shoved that cocklike latex monster into my pretty little face.  Then
faster and faster, I banged away at my mouth with that monster dildo until
my sexual frenzy reached a crescendo and I spurted, cunt juice allover
myself, the bed, and lovely Darlene!

   I looked at her naked body, shiny with fluid and just had to have her,
worse than when I was a man even!  I dove between her legs and tongue
fucked the living daylights out of her!

   When she had attained her own screaming gushing orgasm, I latched onto
her like a baby koala, while she reveled in her afterglow.

   I started thinking again, about what had been, done to me, "Darlene?"

   "Yes princess?" she dreamily replied.

   "Does everyone know about me?" I asked, hoping to get an honest answer.

   "Yes Princess, everyone knows who you were, and what was done to you,"
she replied, shocking me to my very core.

   "You mean when we went to the infirmary, all of the convicts were
whispering about me, giggling, and making those catcalls..." my voice
trailed off.

   "Yes they are happy to see that Harry is being suitably punished for his
crimes," she, matter of factly stated.

   "Why?  Why turn me into a woman?" I tearfully asked.

   "There were many reasons.  To show you what it's like to be a woman,
humiliated and turned into a sex object.  In your diary, you said that you
loved having sex with women more that anything!  Now you can have as much
sex with women as you can handle, and no one needs to worry about you
making any more women pregnant, and their children fatherless.  They wanted
to insure that you know how it feels to be small, weak, and defenseless,
having to rely on someone else to take care of you and protect you.  That's
a few of them, and all I will tell you right now.  The warden has arranged
a few demonstrations, so that you can learn what the others are," she
stretched and hugged me, picking me up and carrying me into the bathroom.

   Once again, she bathed me and made me look like hooker.

   "The warden is having a tour through the cellblock by some visitors. 
You will not, be allowed to speak to the visitors except to answer their
questions, should they ask you any.  If you try to speak, the collar you
are wearing is radio controlled and three of us have the remote control to
actuate it.  When the visitors have left, if you have any questions, the
warden has authorized me to answer them, as long as the are concerning the
visitors," Darlene instructed me, "Do you understand what I have told you?"

   "Yes Darlene, I understand," I said a little exasperated to be, treated
like a child.

   She hugged me saying, "I just don't want to have to hurt you sweetie!"

   "Thank you Darlene," I told the big trustee.

   She walked me to the door and we stood outside of our cell waiting for
the tour to come through.

   The other prisoners in view of our cell were pointing and giggling and I
wanted to blush into the floor beneath me, to hide behind Darlene, anything
to cover my shame at having been, made into a girl!

   Finally, I saw the warden walk around the corner, followed by...  (Oh
Dear GOD!), followed by my Sister, Simelda, and my mother, Bertha!

   When they approached Darlene and I, I wanted to blurt out to my mother
that it was me, and have her rescue me from all that had happened, but I
knew that I would wind up shocked into unconsciousness before I could say a
word!

   Simelda walked right up to me and said, "I know you!  You are Horatia,
aren't you?" She covertly let me see that one of the shockers I'd been,
told of was, in her grasp!

   Timidly I replied, "Y...  Y...  Yes."

   "Mom!  This is Horatia Harlie Hoard.  She is a special prisoner!  You
might notice that they let her wear street clothes, and not the regular
prison uniforms like the other prisoners.  The Warden told me that she is
being treated by, the medical staff here at the prison, for a severe case
of nymphomania!  The warden tells me that this girl is a super slut!  Are
you a super slut?" she asked in a cutesy voice.

   I drooped my head, "Y...  Y...  Yes, I'm a super slut," I answered at
the threatening movement she made with the remote in her hand.

   "All of the bizarre features she has, she paid to get, like those gross
boobs and the freakish feet!  She thinks it will make her more attractive
and get her laid more often.  The warden say's she even craves sex with
other Girls!  Would you like to have girly sex with me?" Simelda taunted,
waving the remote again.

   "Y...  Yes, please!" I said in my tiny girly voice.

   "Ha, ha, ha, sorry sweetie, I don't swing that way!" Simelda gleefully
stated.

   "Simelda!" Bertha said sharply, "Don't be cruel to this poor sick little
girl!"

   My mother came over and hugged me, probably for the last time ever,
"It's alright miss.  The staff here will help you with your problem.  I'm
sorry for the mean things she said.  I hope that you can be rehabilitated
and return to society once again."

   "Do you have a family to help you when your sentence is up?  Like do you
have a mother or a father still living?" she asked sweetly.

   I couldn't take it anymore.  I broke down entirely, into a limp
blubbering sissy!  My own mother didn't recognize me!  Simelda had been
cruel, but what mother did was way more than I could take!

   Darlene had to carry me into our cell and put me to bed.

   Bertha Buttman was worried for me and showed the caring heart that she
had always had, but it was the caring that she would have had for any
stranger, not the caring that she had shown to her only son!

   They finally had to sedate me and have Darlene hold me until I drifted
off to sleep.

   ********************

   I was aroused the next day by Darlene again evoking a wild lesbian
sexual romp.

   When we lay in the afterglow, I asked Darlene, "Why did they do that to
me yesterday?"

   "They said that you needed to know that even if you were able to defeat
the blocks they put in you about telling anyone who you are, no one would
believe you.  Especially now that your mother knows that you are Horatia, a
sick and unstable woman, who might make wild claims, should they ever
encounter each other in the future," she explained half to the pillow, half
to me.

   "You also needed to know how much your sister hates you.  She is the one
who planted the records of your history into the county database.  She made
sure that you have an impressive criminal record as well as a mental health
record in this county.  Legally you are quite a slut!  Also you are a
penniless orphan and haven't even graduated high school!" she finished by
carting me off into the bathtub for our usual start of the day.

   "We need to see the warden this morning," she told me as she led me from
our cell.

   I was in near panic!  The trip was terrifying!  All of the inmates were
pointing and laughing.  When we walked close to any, I would have my butt
pinches or patted!  One of the bigger women chanced it and grabbed me
French kissed me and sent me on my way, with only a slight glower from
Darlene!

   I knew if I stayed here, I would just be the prison fuck toy!

   When we entered the warden's office, she was sitting behind her desk,
hands clasped together in front of her.

   We took seats and waited until she was ready to speak, "Harry, good to
see that you are dressing better and looking so well!  Oh sorry, I should
call you Horatia, shouldn't I?  After all, I was the one who chose your new
name!  You are here for another demonstration, after which you will be
allowed to leave this facility, if you want to," she smiled at this, like
there was something she knew which I didn't.

   She continued, "You might take note that we didn't alter your sexual
orientation, when we altered nearly everything else.  You still love having
sex with women, don't you?"

   I was afraid to speak, so I just nodded my head.

   "In fact you crave pussy don't you?"

   Again, I nodded.

   Which is when she scooted her desk chair around the end of the desk, and
I saw that she was wearing a short skirt, and no panties!

   "You can't resist eating any pussy you see can you?" she taunted and
leaned back in her chair, giving me an unencumbered view of her shaved
snatch.

   I lost control and dove between her legs and tongue fucked her wildly
until we both orgasmed, screaming so loudly that one of the women guards
outside the room poked her head in, only to smile giggle and close the door
behind her.

   "Oh goodness Hor!  You really do love eating pussy!" the warden
enthused! "Well that concludes the demonstration.  You need to know Hor
that if you leave here, you will still crave sex just as much and still
love to do all of those things that you were, conditioned to love.  In
addition to the facts that you have no skills, you have a serious criminal
record and you, have this mental problem.  I urge you to think it over
carefully.  The outside world will not be as pleasant as your new life in
here will be.  Darlene will take you back to your cell now, once there, you
are a free woman, all of the guards have been told that you may come and go
as you please.  You may go now."

   We stood up and just before we left the warden walked up to me, French
kissed my panties off and said, "By the way, thank you.  That was the best
tongue fuck I've ever had!"

   She patted me on the bottom as we left her office.

   Outside Darlene commented, "Damn girl, I think the warden has the hots
for you!"

   I blushed, "Do you really think so Darlene or are you just saying that?"

   "Hor, I have always suspected that the warden was gay, but that is the
first time she ever showed that she likes girls, or she wouldn't have
kissed you!" she told me squeezing my butt, sending stimulating sensations
to all of my nether regions!

   "So Horatia, are you going to leave us?  Head out into the big world and
try to make it as a woman?" Darlene looked down at me and asked.

   "I think so Darlene, who knows maybe I can find someone who can undo all
of what was done to me," I told her not realizing that what I hoped for was
even more impossible than what had been, done to me!

   When we got back to the cell, Darlene saw to it that I was, milked and
had a clean pair of pink panties, then tearfully kissed me goodbye.

   I headed out toward the main gate, but had to pass by the male guard's
ready room, which had a guard present at all times, but as I passed, my
feet wouldn't move in the right direction.  I found myself detouring into
the ready room.

   The guard there saw my huge boobs, my pretty face, my outrageous high
heels, stupendous figure, immediately came to attention...  and then stood
up.

   I couldn't take my eyes of the bulge in his pants!  I walked right up to
him, unzipped his pants, took his rigid tool out, and knelt down in front
of him and gave him a blowjob that almost took the top of his head off!

   After he filled my mouth to overflowing with his sperm, and I had
swallowed it down like ambrosia, I could control my body again.

   I fled back to the only haven I knew...  my cell and Darlene, retching
three or four times along the way, leaving a trail of bile behind me.

   When I made it to the cell Darlene was waiting for me.  She cleaned me
up, gave me a shot to settle me down, and held me while I cried, and when I
started the dry heaves.

   ********************

   In the morning, I awoke still in her arms and even when I started
bawling again, she comforted me.

   After our usual lez workout, even the deep throating of the dildo, she
lay with me.

   "Darlene, why did I do that, and why didn't you warn me?" I asked in my
tiny little sissy voice timidly.

   "I'm sorry sweetie, the warden and the doctor wanted you to know what
you would be doing if you ever left this place.  They felt it would make a
more lasting impression if you actually experienced it.  I had no choice,
being as much a prisoner as you are, they threatened to take you away from
me if I didn't cooperate, and then you wouldn't have anyone to comfort you
when you returned," she admitted squeezing me tightly.

   "So what you are saying is that if I ever leave here I'll be sucking a
lot of cocks, right?" I verified, realizing the diabolical nature of my
prison.

   "The other thing I can tell you now is that you are a morphine addict.
If you had managed to make it outside, you would have been in withdrawals
within twelve hours, and probably in a hospital shortly thereafter.  They
felt it only fair, since you were making addicts within the prison, that
you become one too.  Therefore, you are in more that one prison, Horatia.
You are in the prison of your body, the women's prison, and the prison of
your mind, and unless your sexual orientation has changed or unless you
were already a closet bi-sexual, which I know you are not, living within a
community of all women is you only refuge."

   "If you will let me, I promise to make your prison stay as pleasant as I
can.  You also have other admirers here that want nothing more than to
please you and fulfill you fondest wish, to have as much sex with women as
you can in one lifetime.  It will be as a woman, but you are going to enjoy
sex more that any woman that ever lived, the warden insisted on that, when
this plan was put into motion, almost a year ago," she kissed and hugged
me, even though I was still trembling violently.

   "There is someone in my room next door that wants to spend some time
with you if you will let her," she asked, as she stood and walked towards
the adjoining door.  "Shall I let her in?"

   I didn't want to be alone, so I nodded my pretty little head.

   In walked Katie Goodbody, the nurse who had befriended me when I was
being, altered.  Only she was a much larger girl.  At least her boobs were!

   She ran over to me and embraced me, squishing our huge chests together,
"Horatia, I'm happy to see you!"

   "What...  wh...  Your boobs!" was all I managed.

   "I loved your boobs so much I convinced Dr.  Callie to make mine just
like yours!  It took her longer to find compatible donors, but she finally
did it.  Do you like them Horatia?" she stood and pulled her top over her
head and bounce up and down to display them for me.

   She grasped a nipple and thrust it in my mouth, "Taste me!"

   I started to suck reflexively, being rewarded right away, with a
mouthful of milk, a deep moan from Katie, and a spreading wet spot
underneath me!

   Darlene whispered in my ear, "Will being a sex toy for hundreds of women
be so bad...  even if you do have to have boobs and a pussy to do it?  I
know two hot babes who want you to stay, and fuck their brains out!"

   Katie added, "So, baby will you please stay and have sex with us?"

   I would have gone insane if two women had pleaded with me to have sex
with them like that!

   When Darlene started finger banging me I nearly did go insane...  with
orgasmic pleasure.  However, I retained enough mental presence to deal,
"Just promise me I never have to face fuck another male guard ever again,
and I'm all yours!"

   The End

   (At least until Dr.  Callie is, released that is)

   Purty Prison Guard (Version 0.0) By Wholeman

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