Phem-9

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules for the Subs:

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. Are you owned by a Mistress, pet? If not, You belong to me until you swallow the drink in rule number 2. I hope you like that feeling of being Mistress Dyvia’s possession.

Rule #2 Get a shot glass and pour something in there with a color, I prefer pink, but any color will do.

Rule #3 Lipstick, have it ready, I want you to put it on the moment Jason is transformed, and then speak his lines with the most feminine voice you can muster! When she’s not speaking, you will press your lips together, and feel the creamy texture like a soft kiss from Mistress.

Rule #4 Stay aroused. I want at least one finger to be constantly stroking your clitty. Every stroke should be about how much you wish you were in heather’s position,or how much you love being my property.Rule #5 At the end of the story is a little assignment that includes your shot glass. Complete it,

Also a quick thanks to Winbb2 for suggesting an ending. That is the one that the community voted for. Thank You sweetie! Xoxo.

enjoy!

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Phem-9

By: Mistress Dyvia

Jason felt his wife's hand around his, this could possibly have been the worst day of his life. The doctor just confirmed that there was no cure, and he had less than 6 months to live. 

“Surely there has to be something we can do?” Annie asked the doctor.

“No conventional treatments would work.”

Annie's eyebrow ticked, "is there an unconventional treatment that could work?”

The doctor looked a little bit nervous, she bit her lower lip as if she was debating whether she should actually speak or not, "There is one legal treatment, but the side effects… are extreme. For some this could be worse than the cure.”

Jason was still processing, he had no input at the moment, he just let his wife do her thing and Annie did just that, “And what is the option?" 

"Phem-9.”

Annie and Jason stopped, then looked at each other for a moment… then turned back at the doctor, almost questioning if they heard what she said, but it was Annie who spoke once again, “the street drug?”

The doctor bobbed her head in a way that was saying ‘yes and no,’ before continuing, "as far as we know, nobody owns the patent. As you probably know, it hit the streets 2 years ago, anyone who took it found themselves feminized, Men completely transformed, women who took it became significantly-” her voice trailed off as if searching for a word, “-enhanced.”

Of course they had heard the stories. Some people using the drugs to dose others with it, take advantage of their altered mental state. Others had used it as a bandage for their relationships. Others who didn’t like the way they looked became addicted from the attention they got, and hyper feminine appearances…

There was a significant pause, but the doctor changed the direction of the conversation , "As you can imagine, it was made illegal because of some of the ways people behaved under the influence. Some medical institutions have been trying to break down the amounts that have been confiscated through legal means and try to refine it into something else. Because they've noticed one thing, people under the influence have had most of their diseases eliminated or reduced." 

“And this is all legal now?" Annie asked.

"They are doing trials right now. They're looking for people with more severe diseases, and testing. But the refined version has more intense side effects.”

Annie continued to be the voice of the couple, "intense side effects for a 72-hour bender as a woman? Sign him up.”

She put up a hand. Everyone knew what Phem-9 did. It changed your body to something more feminine for 48 to 72 hours. It shifted the personalities of the people it affected, making them more ‘appealing’ to those around them. And they often found themselves back to their normal selves with a lot of humiliating or embarrassing memories. There was often a lot of anger, and definitely a lot of therapy. Especially if they were dosed without their knowledge. 

The doctor continued, "The medically refined version does not last 72 hours. It typically lasts for 4 weeks. One person lasted for 2 weeks, 17 people to our knowledge have lasted for 3 months. And three people have not changed back yet. Medical trials have started but they only started 6 months ago." 

“So it's possible that my husband could be transformed for 6 months or more?" 

The doctor nodded her head, “That is correct… Though it is likely to be about a month… But is it also entirely possible that he will never be a man again. Ever."

And she closed her eyes and put her head down for a moment, “what side effects could affect him?”

The doctor handed over a pamphlet. The back page had a list of common side effects… with a disclaimer that there were a number of uncommon side effects that could not be documented at that time. 

Feminization was the side effect that affected everybody. Men found themselves in the bodies of women, and women found themselves with enhanced sexual characteristics. In some cases, the feminization was extreme. 

Promiscuous personality, in some cases, people under the effect of Phem-9 were extremely sexual. They found themselves extremely eager for any and all sexual contact. Essentially, they're very willing and eager for sex. Whether with others or by themselves. 

Superficial personalities often found themselves significantly less intelligent, But very focused on their own appearance, the appearances of others around them, And were usually impressed by shiny things and bright colors. Their ability to focus was extremely limited.

Imprintation. One of two reasons why a patien would be isolated for the first 72 hours after the transformation, a person under Phem-9 could potentially imprint on a random person. They would be intensely focused on this person, becoming extremely submissive to them, extreme feelings of elation toward them and desire to be with them sexually and romantically. And more terrifying was their need to please that person. And often an extremely territorial possessiveness in regards to them. It is for this one side effect that all Phem-9 patients are to be isolated for the first 80 hours, thugh 72 hours was the recorded limit of imprintation.

Amnesia. Some patients wake up with complete amnesia about their life. They don't remember their names, anyone in their lives, and they don't seem to recognize if there's anything different about their body. The length of amnesia has varied from patient to patient with some lasting for only a few days, while others had only regained their memories when they reverted back.

Suggestibility. The second reason why isolation is important in the first 72 hours. Some patients find that they are easily distracted when they wake up. It has been noted that when they are ‘daydreaming’ That they are extremely suggestible to the degree that a simple soft voice can change their urges, desires, and normal thought processes. This is especially problematic if they're not paying attention to what they are reading or watching. Luckily there is a test for this.

Gullibility. Some patients will find themselves unable to tell whether somebody is telling the truth or a lie. They find themselves in awkward situations because they can't tell when a person is joking. Their initial response is to believe everything that anyone says to them. 

There are other side effects, but they are rare enough where they have not been documented well enough yet. In the six months prior there have only been three documented cases of a side-effect persisting beyond the length of the transformation. Typically, when they have returned to their old selves, the side effects disappear as well.

Jason and Annie held each other for a moment while they looked at the pamphlet. The doctor encouraged him to take the pamphlet home, and read it. Discuss it. There was still plenty of time for them to make a decision. 

One month later. 

Annie held Jason's hand. He was weaker, more tired and seemed to have lost a bit of weight. Whether this was due to the stress or the actual disease was not spoken. They kissed each other, it would be a long time before they would be like this again. Man and woman, husband and wife, holding each other happily. 

Another doctor walked in, there was a brief cordial exchange, he placed a vial of pink fluid next to Jason. They understood that when Jason drank it, then Annie would have to leave. He would be completely isolated for the next 80 hours with no direct human contact, no television, no books that could affect a person's personality. There was fear of imprintation though they did have a test that they could try within 24 hours. 

Jason and Annie had one last kiss. He handed her his wedding band as his fingers would likely be too small to wear it shortly. And Jason picked up the vial and drank from it. And watched as Annie left the room to let the changes happen… Once she was gone, Jason swiftly fell unconscious..

Annie slowly stepped into the hallway. Her husband had fallen unconscious behind her, and she started walking down towards the waiting room. She saw a few people that wore what looked like hazmat suits as they stepped into her husband's room and a moment later they wheeled him out towards another room. 

And a nurse approached her, “it'll probably be about a half an hour before he wakes up. If you want to go to the first floor, you can probably get some food or coffee in the cafeteria." As if she could eat at that moment.

"No thank you. I'll just wait over in the waiting room until it's okay to see him.”

The nurse looked a little perturbed, "didn't they tell you? You probably won't be able to see him for 80 hours.”

"I've heard, but I also was told that I'd be able to be present in the observation room when he woke up. Literally ‘see' him.”

The nurse nodded her head as if just understanding. She then let Annie went about her business. She didn't realize how tired she was and she fell asleep in her chair in the waiting room. She was woken up by another nurse, and led down a hall. 

They opened up a door and she walked inside. She looked at the woman lying in the bed, if she didn't know that that was Jason, she wouldn't know what the hell was going on. It didn't look like Jason at all. She was very thin, the woman's arms were actually thinner than her own. She had very long blonde hair. Jason's feet were almost at the end of the bed, but this woman's were about a foot away from the end of the bed. She had pouty lips. But her chest is what really got the attention, each breast was significantly larger than the woman's head. Annie barely had a moment to take it in when she realized the woman was just waking up. 

The woman's eyes were locked on to her own breasts. “Holy shit!” Came the ultra feminine squeak that was her former-husband-temporary-wife’s voice. She replayed that thought in her head, former-husband-temporary-wife… or. FHTW for short.

She tentatively poked at one of them with her finger. “Ow." She said clearly not expecting them to be ultra sensitive. Or maybe it was the fact that she didn't realize how long his nails were. Not that they were super long, maybe a quarter of an inch past her fingers, but they were sharp. She stopped and stared at her hand. 

At the end of her bed there was a television screen. And it came to life with just a blank blue screen, and a moment later the word ‘hello’ appeared. 

Annie watched as her FHTW answered, "hello.”

And another question appeared, ‘do you know your name?’

“Jason." She responded. Even Annie knew that was a good thing, it meant that she did not have amnesia. “Where's my wife?" 

The text read, ‘She is in the observation on the other side of the large mirror to your right.’

She just looked to the right of the mirror, she waved, saying, "Are these things huge or what?”

Annie laughed. Though she was a little sad that she couldn't respond to her FHTW. 

But the text on the screen came back up again, ‘what is your favorite color?’

“Blue.” Over the next 45 minutes a number of questions were asked, and she knew it was really a test being conducted. And at the end of it, they asked her to listen to an audio recording that her FHTW had made of one of his personal journals. It was intended because he shouldn't be influenced in a suggestive state by his own voice and opinions. On the downside, it was easy to tell that her FHTW was bored by this part.

The doctor walked in and explained that this was the last part of the testing. They could account for all known side effects, except for the imprinting. This was to test the last of the side effects that had been well-documented.  Basically they took his audio recording, and at a point that most people would start to tune out their own voice, they added a line about her favorite color actually being green. When it was over they would ask her what her favorite color was and if she said ‘green’ they knew she was highly suggestible. If she said ‘blue’ she was not. 

And he already knew that her FHTW wouldn't be able to watch TV for those 80 hours, but if she ended up being suggestible she wouldn't be able to listen to music with the voices or audio books either. It would just be very boring. She would be allowed to write or draw, but nothing that would negatively influence her. 

Luckily for her, the testing did indicate that she did not lose any of her mental faculties. She was completely present, no amnesia, gullibility, promiscuous, or superficial personality traits.. It appeared that she was 100% her husband in the new woman's body. 

The doctor left the room, and the audio recording ended. Sometime later. The TV screen came back to life, ‘what is your favorite color?’

“You already asked me this, "Green.” well, shit. 

Annie had been there earlier when the doctors told the FHTW what would happen if she was suggestible. So when it's time to bring her first meal, they were nice enough to bring two notebooks, one lined and one blank with a selection of pens, pencils, markers and crayons. Though Annie was surprised to see that the people who brought in everything were dressed in those hazmat suits again, and had their faces completely covered. 

The doctor would later explain to her that if she was imprintable, then the fact that she couldn't see the workers faces meant she couldn't imprint on them, and their specialized gear prevented them from leaving any pheromone traces, which could also be imprinted on.

The doctor wanted to send a person home with her to go through their home and secure any material that could be suggestible. She agreed, but she wasn't ready to leave just yet. She stayed in the observation room for nearly 24 hours. But exhaustion was getting the best of her when it was clear her FHTW going to sleep herself…, It was time for her to leave, a woman in a nurse's outfit drove behind her. And when they entered her home, the woman immediately went to their physical media case, and put red tape across it. The same with their books, and music. Disconnected the cable line. Covered up exactly two posters that were hanging in his ‘Man cave.’ 

It was surprisingly quick, she went through the whole place in about 25 minutes, there was red tape that was very light, but it pretty much covered up everything that could be problematic. Posters and such had this weird red film placed over them. It literally would peel off without damaging them later. She installed a special caster on the HDMI port of The television and handed a remote, it was like a streaming service, but it had shows and movies that had been cleared for people that were suggestible, which she would later find out were all silent movies without text. Any books and magazines that were left flying around the house were placed into a special box and sealed with that same special red tape. It kind of reminded her of something between a painter's tape and the plastic film on new electronics as it would peel off easily without leaving any damage to the product. 

When the woman finally left, she took a much-needed shower, and then went to bed. She couldn't wait to see her FHTW in the morning.

She woke up and took another shower. She did her hair and makeup, and got dressed to go visit her FHTW. She checked in with the hospital and went to the observation room. Except something was off, specifically the fact that her FHTW was not there. 

The door to her Jason’s restroom was open. Annie walked to the side to the extreme angle, and saw that the shower curtain was opened so no one was taking a shower. And the toilet itself was abandoned. There was no one in there. 

Her FHTW should not be out of this room at this stage. This was extremely odd. Had something happened to her? 

She left the observation room and walked to the nearest nurses station. She asked the nurse if anything had happened to her husband. The nurse looked confused, and then brought up the file. “No, she's still in her room.”

"No, she's not." The nurse stood up, clearly trying not to roll her eyes, and walked down the hall. Annie was going to wait but doubt crawled up her spine and she followed after the nurse. The nurse was about 20 steps ahead of her when Annie decided to follow after her. She was catching up when the nurse entered the room. Maybe there was a chance that she was overreacting? Hopefully a chance.

Annie was about three steps from the door, and it opened up again and a nurse came out with a concerned facial expression. She ran down to the end of the nurse's station and pressed a button. The alarm that followed told her that the hospital was on lockdown. Security would be rushing to the doors to make sure no one left until I could identify the person missing. 

The nurse explained that staff will be checking all the empty rooms first and then all the occupied rooms. It only took a few minutes but they should have her husband back in a few moments.

That wasn't enough for her. She went back to the observation room and then around to the entrance and exit to her FHTW's door. No, she was going to try and make an exit. What would she do? 

She would go away from prying eyes. Walk away from the nurses station. Annie started walking down the hall with her eyes sharp for anything that would be advantageous in getting the fuck out of here. 

She had started to understand the layout of this hospital, and as she walked she knew that it would be another nurse's station on the left. So she took a right. From a window, she saw that there was a flight of stairs going down from an enclosed bridge leading to the next building. Approach the door. She saw that there was yellow tape on it saying that there were no stairs and they were dangerous. She had just seen that it was a lie. She opened the door, it was not locked. Such a door should have been. 

She started running a little faster, ran across the bridge and opened the door. Started going down the stairs. Everything was still enclosed. She wondered how long that would be. She turned a corner and she saw a man and a blonde woman with a pink sweater from behind. 

“Jason?" 

The woman stiffened and looked behind her. It was her FHTW the man that was with her whispered something into her ear. 

Jason stopped and turned and looked back at any kind of annoyed. But Jason started walking closer, "Jason, we need to get you back to your room.” She held out her hand waiting for Jason to take it, but in the last possible second there was a look of pure anger in Jason's face. And she punched Annie so hard that she fell backwards onto her ass. 

It wasn't a vicious punch, but there was enough weight behind it where it toppled her. She didn't think she'd get a black eye, but she might have a bruised ass. But before she even knew it, Jason was kneeling over her, straddling her with a hand around her throat. “I belong to him." 

Annie's eyes went wide as she understood: Jason had been imprinted. That man was now her world. She was in love with him, she desired him, she would do anything for him. 

"Jason, it's me Annie…”

“I know who you are! Don't try to stop me!”

"You've been imprinted.”

Jason's feminine voice screamed in her face, "I don't give a fuck, I belong to him And I won't let anybody get in between us. Not even you. I don't want to hurt you, but unless you tell me in the next 3 seconds that you accept that he and I are meant for each other, I AM going to fucking kill you.”

The look on Jason’s face was almost crazed… There was such anger and intensity in her face, she was a true threat to Annie’s very life. Jason was in there but very so deep but she didn't think their love could even save them in this particular moment. “I can accept that." Was all she could say to save her own life. 

Jason let go of her throat and stood up. Her massive tits seem to take up half of Annie's vision as the crazed woman looked down at her wife without remorse. She quickly ran back up to the man, he smiled and kissed her. She seems so delighted, almost forgetting that she just threatened to kill her actual spouse. And the two left. 

Security took a while, but they found her on the ground. A few minutes later. She pointed to the door, and they ran after her, one was going to stay with her but she just said to go and get her wife back. 

Several minutes passed before she was able to get herself back up to her feet. Eventually the security came back, but there was no real surprise to the fact that Jason was gone. 

Questions were asked. She was interrogated, not questioned as a suspect, but as the only witness that might have been able to give them a clue. She didn't pay enough attention to the man, only enough to say that he was at least a head over. Jason. They asked what color his skin was, and she couldn't give a detailed answer, maybe a tanned white man, maybe a light-skinned black man, maybe Mediterranean? Possibly Latino? She just didn't know. And she hated herself for being focused on her FHTW instead of the man with her.

She wanted to know what was going to happen to her husband, and everyone was very quiet about it. Finally, the most likely options were told to her. It might have been a person who entered the wrong door and decided to claim her as his when he realized what was happening. But more likely they knew that she was suggestible, Jason was targeted, and the fact that she was imprintable was a bonus. They would take her, and they would make money off of her one way or another. And the truth was that Annie would likely never see her husband again. 

Strangely, it only took three days for that to be proven wrong. A detective asked her and a doctor to come down to the police station. They arrived and were led into a room where a man brought up a computer screen. It was porn. 

At first Annie was confused, but then the detective asked her and the doctor if they could identify the woman that was getting fucked as Jason. Annie was shocked, and her eyes at first went wide, then narrowed as she studied the woman. There was a lot of makeup on that woman. Her hair was done professionally, But the doctor's answer came before her own. “Yes, that is Jason.” Annie regretfully had to agree.

Of course that's not what Jason was calling herself anymore. The title of the video used her new porn name of Heather HeavyHooters… Of course there was alliteration in her name…And he stared at the title of the video, ‘Heather Heavyhooters Hypnotized Whore.’ The detective was kind enough not to play the whole video for them, But he certainly played enough of it for her to get a good view of Heather's heavily made-up face... And her too-innocent smile. 

The last time she'd seen that smile, it was full of rage for her trying to take her away from the man she was leaving with… She was still hurt from that. She knew it wasn't her FHTW’s fault, she was imprinted after all. But.. and the big but always shined like a giant pink elephant… But there was still an ache in her heart. 

She got home a little while later and she started looking on her own. She realized quickly that Heather Heavyhooters had already made a series of videos with a hypnosis theme in a very short amount of time. She started watching them. 

The first one started with her walking into a bedroom. He was supposed to be some sort of therapist’s office, the first thing ‘Heather’ asked was, “why is there a bed in the middle of your office?" 

The therapist answered, "I do a lot of marriage counseling.”

"Oh, I suppose that makes sense.” She said as if she was a total bimbo. Which she was not. Unless she had been listening to you some audio that would make her suggestible and suggest she'd be a bimbo… But she had a feeling this was just acting. 

"So why don't you tell me why you're here, Heather…” he started. 

“Well you know, I recently broke up with my boyfriend. He says I'm a bit of an ice queen. Because I never wanted to have sex with him. I don't know. It's just so much effort, cuz I can never seem to cum.”

“I wanted to see if there was something wrong with me." 

The therapist seemed to think for a moment, "maybe you have some deep trauma? I might have a trick. Are you willing to try Hypnosis?”

Heather shrugged, "sure, why not?”

The therapist suggested for her to get relaxed, and she sat in the little chair in the corner, and waited for him to approach her with a pocket watch and he held it in front of her face as it dangled and swung back and forth. 

It kept telling her how sleepy she was, and how hard it was to keep her eyes open. But she kept following the pendant. And then after about a minute he said she was going to fall asleep in the, two, one…

“Heather, can you hear me?" 

"Yes…” she said dreamily.

"You are now very open to me. You trust me. Everything I say is the complete truth that you embrace with all your heart and mind. Do you understand?"

“ Yes… I'm very open to you. I trust you completely. Everything you say is the complete truth that I embrace with all my heart and mind…”

"When you're not under hypnosis, you're going to find yourself wanting to take off more clothes every time you hear the word ‘blue’ followed by snapped fingers. You won't be able to stop yourself, and you will really find it funny." There was a pause “Do you understand?" 

"Yes… whenever you say the word blue and snap your fingers, I want to take off an article of clothing. I won't be able to stop myself. I will find it really funny." 

“Whenever you hear me, say green and snap. My fingers, you will find that you shift back and forth between having a very filthy mouth, you can't stop yourself from speaking with the filthiest dirty talk that you can. You'll find it embarrassing, but funny at the same time. Do you understand?" 

“Whenever I hear you say green and snap your fingers, I will find that I will shift back and forth to having a filthy mouth, I won't be able to stop myself from speaking with the filthiest dirty talk that I can. It's embarrassing but extremely funny." 

"Whenever you hear me say ‘slut’ you will find yourself determined to have some sort of sex with me, it doesn't matter if it's oral, anal or vaginal. It is your life's goal to make me hard and to get me to spill my seed in or on you. Do you understand?" 

“I understand. Whenever I hear you say slut, I will be determined to have some sort of sex with you. Maybe oral, anal, or vaginal… My life’s goal will be to make you hard and get you to spill your seed on or in me." 

“Good girl.” There's another pause, and then he said, "now I'm going to count from one to five and when I reach five you will be back to normal, all the suggestions I have will be fully ingrained in your subconscious, but you'll have no memory of this session. One . Two. Three. Four. And five… wide awake…" 

Heather roused then blinked her eyes rapidly, then shook her head, “is it really over already?" 

“Yeah, how do you feel? What do you remember?" 

"I feel good. But I don't remember anything after you started waving that thing around.”

“That's good… blue.” He snapped his finger and right on cue Heather started taking off her jacket. "a little warm in here? sorry…" he asked with a creepy smile. 

Heather did a great job of acting confused as she looked down at her jacket. “A little I guess…” with a bit of confusion in her voice. 

“You guess? Green." Snap. 

“Well maybe I just wanted you to stare at my titties." Her eyes went wide as she put her hand in front of her mouth and giggled. 

"What's the matter? Blue.” Snap. "Why are you covering your mouth?”

Heather continued to giggle While she discarded her top and let it fall to the floor, “I'm sorry, I just usually don't say titties to refer to my titties." She giggled again, "I didn't mean to say titties. I meant to say titties.” Her giggle turned into a bit of a cackle, “ I'm sorry, I just can't. I just keep… I don't know, cunt. Shit, I can't stop saying naughty words… cock…” She struggled to stop laughing…

"It's okay… this is a safe place, you can do and say whatever you want. I won't judge you… Blue." 

Heather started taking off her jeans. “Thanks, I can't seem to control what comes out of my fuck hole." She look confused and pointed to her lips, "My fuck hole?”

“Your lips? Blue." 

Heather took off her panties. And was pretty much naked aside from her socks. "Yeah that's what I said, my fuck hole.” She giggled again.

“Well I suppose it is the fuck hole of a slut." 

Upon hearing the words, ‘slut,’ Heather's whole demeanor seemed to change. Her legs spread open showing off her slickened pussy. Her hands started to rub her ginormous breasts. She bit her lower lip and inhaled deeply. She looked up at the man and said with confidence, "I bet you'd love to test drive my fuck hole…”

“I think I would." 

The camera panned around to give a better vantage point as Heather got on her hands and knees and started to cross over to the man. She gripped his long hard-”

Annie stopped the video and went back about 10 seconds. There was a pamphlet on the table, it was to a hotel chain. Vacay-Knight Lodge. And there was an address on the table that was readable… She knew where her FHTW had been. And judging by the clock on the wall, the video had been posted only an hour after it been recorded… But there were more videos. 

One at a time she went through them, and every one of them she found a source for where her FHTW had been. She was putting a timeline of where they were…

And more importantly, she found out something very much in common. She made a few phone calls, and it turns out that every location that they had been at had coincided with the arrival of a tourist bus. The destination would end in Nevada. 

There's a problem with this though, this was a group that was planning to do illegal things with Heather, in Nevada prostition was legalized in some places. It was regulated, controlled. It would almost be harder for them to use her there. So that wouldn't be where she would stay, it was not their final destination. She had less than 48 hours to figure out where they would go from Nevada…

She called the phone number from the detective And filled them in on what she had discovered. Because this went over state lines she ended up meeting with somebody with the FBI. And she had an idea…

Annie was very well aware of the time restraints that she had. 42 hours and that bus would be in Nevada. If she was more than a couple hours later than that, she would lose her opportunity to save her FHTW…

She sat across from Agent Sanders And he just finished listening to her idea. “I'm not comfortable with this, you are a civilian.”

Annie shook her head, "this is the only way. I'll take the Phem-9 and you will use me as the bait. But the plan has to start in this hospital, that's where the leak is. We will let them know that I'm suggestible via a controlled leak. And you will have an implant in me that will track me so we can be led to exactly where we need to go." 

“And if you are imprintable as well, you may as well tell them the whole plan. And that ruins the point." Sanders pointed out.

She shook her head, "first of all, if I was imprintable, and we were stupid enough to wait until they showed up for me to find out, it still wouldn't be an issue, because I would want to be with whoever I imprinted on, and I would know that if I told them, I would be left behind. But second, the plan is for me to imprint on someone like you, -preferably you- if I'm imprintable, so that I will be loyal to the operation.”

"I don't like this plan.”

“I don't like this plan." Annie echoed his exact words, "But I want my husband back and we only have 48 hours. And might even be able to figure out how they're getting people out of this country.”

Agent Sanders looked down at her notes again. "I can't make a promise, but I will make a call.”

Ninety minutes later she was sitting in the hospital bed, looking at the Phem-9 in front of her. She knew what the side effects were, she knew they could be worse or better than what her husband went through. Agent Sanders was with her, “we're going to make this work." 

She nodded her head, and she took the glass, "whatever it takes to get my husband back. And I mean that. No matter how I act, I am the bait. Promise me. And if I get imprinted, I'm imprinted on you." 

“I promise." 

"Salud!” And she swallowed it…

She woke up, something was wrong with her body. It didn't quite feel right… She felt a little disoriented. There was a man in a the corner, "Hi. That didn't take long at all.”

"What didn't take long?” 

"The Phem-9.” He paused, "Just give it a minute, you might feel a little off.”

She shrugged, "I don't know what that is.”

The man looked a little confused, "do you know who I am?" 

"I don't think I've ever met you in my life.” 

"I'm Daniel Sanders. Nice to meet you.”

She offered her hand and shook it, "Nice to meet you, I’m… uh…" She couldn't remember him. But the skin and skin contact was nice, she instantly wanted more. Especially in other places, she felt her torso shift a bit. She felt a bit of a moistening.

“Tiffany.” he told her. It was the name of the alias that Annie agreed to.

The door opened, a doctor walked in… "she's not imprinting. That's a good thing, We need to run some other tests…”Sanders seemed concerned, “She seems to be imprinting.”The doctor shook his head in disagreement, “She is aroused, you’d know if she was imprinted. She would have already professed her eternal love to you.”Sanders’ eyes widened. He clearly did not understand how severe imprinting was.

A couple more hours had passed, And she was listening to the doctor speak, “Look she is not in any capable way… She cannot go anywhere like this. She has no memories, that in itself should be a huge red flag for moving her… Her intelligence is extremely low for what she was. Her attention is very superficial, she's more likely to stop for a shiny coin than she would for anything. That makes her very easily manipulated. She is not suggestible, that's a good thing. But look at her body, it's changed. She looks like a pornstar. She's always in heat. You don't want to put a girl like that in Nevada with a plan to get her out of the hospital in the city of sin." 

He looked at her, “I promised her." 

“Promised me what?" she asked.

The agent looked at her, “Somebody was taken from here. To make sure it didn't happen to you, I promised to take you to Nevada. There's a better facility there." 

Ten hours later she was in another facility. She was watching TV, it was hard to follow the plot, though but the guy was pretty hot. She really wanted to crawl on him like a monkey on a tree. She actually liked this facility a little bit better, her room had its own hot tub. 

She spent a little time in that, and she got up and looked in the mirror. As much as she didn't remember having a different body, her body did seem different to her. She wondered if her tits were always this big? Were they always at firm? They felt kind of fakish… though she liked how round, hard and firm they were… She loved her big fat lips, perfect for wrapping her lips around a big throbbing… 

The thought was suddenly interrupted by the topless guy on the TV behind her…. Speaking of big and throbbing… She sat back down on the TV and her hand stroked the outside of her panties and continued to watch. The things she'd love for that guy to do to her. 

She brought herself to about six climaxes before she was ready to sleep… And even that didn't last long. 

The door opened, a man green scrubs approached her, “Hey there, time to wake up.”

She didn't recognize him, "what's going on?” She paused her a second, he was attractive… She put her hand on his arm and giggled… "So… The only places we can go for a quickie?” She licked her lips. 

He looked down at her, "yeah… come with me. But be quiet, if we get caught, no sex for you." She nodded her head and put her finger over her lips as if to tell him to be quiet.

He gave her a quick link and nodded his head and then offered a hand to help her out of bed. He let her down a few corridors, and then down a flight of stairs, through a disabled big brown door with a red handle. There was a gift shop in front of them. It was closed… They walked inside and he had her put on some new clothes. Just a black skirt and a lavender colored sweater. She stepped her feet into the flats he offered, and they left like nothing was wrong. He had taken off his scrubs and was walking with a t-shirt and jeans… They looked like a normal couple, except she was really hot… really hot. 

They reached the sidewalk with no problems, and they walked in until they reached a van. And they stepped inside of it and they drove off. 

They arrived at a cheap hotel, and they went inside. Inside there were three men and three women. Two of the women were in chairs, headphones and VR glasses over their heads… a third girl was just making out with one of the guys. 

“What do we have here?” Asked one of the men. 

"Amnesiac… bimbo… slut…" 

One of the men walked across the room and gave her tits a good squeeze. She bit her lower lip as she made eye contact with him, her hand instinctively went to his crotch.

He laughed… “ya know, you usually think those suggestible girls are great. You can literally reprogram them. You think the girl that's imprinted on Jack is great cuz she'll do anything to please him. But fuck, this girl's ready to go without any extra stimulation.”

The guy that was making out with the other girl asked, "What's your name girl?”

"Tiffany.”

He chuckled, " not anymore, From now on you are, ‘Titsany’ So everyone knows to look at your tits. 

She giggled, “ it's one of my best qualities! Nice tits and a fiery pussy…" 

The guy behind her added, “Pussy Pounded." 

‘Tiffany’ merely replied, “not yet." with more than a little disappointment in her voice.

He let out an amused chuckle, “We will use that as your pornstar name. Titsany Pussypounded.’”

Titsany liked it. "I never thought of myself as a pornstar. When do we start?" 

“They're setting up another room right now. Heather's going to go first with her hypno video.” He paused as if to think, " Heather, come over here. Meet our newest starlet. Heather, Titsany… Titsany, Heather.”

Heather smiled and wiggled her fingers as if to say hello, “can I just call you ‘tits’ for short?" 

Titsany shrugged her shoulders, "You've got bigger tits than I do, So I'll let you be the judge of whether I can be called that.” And of course she giggled at her own joke. 

"Tits it is.” And Heather laughed with her new busty friend. 

“Do we have to wait for the filming to start?" Titsany asked, “They wouldn't let me fuck anyone in that place. I am so fucking horny." 

Heather immediately popped up her head, “I know what you mean, first time I put eyes on Diego here… I just knew I needed to have him inside me… Like every hour on the hour for the rest of my life." 

Titsany giggled with that comment, “well I don't need Diego, I'll take anyone with a nice hard stick of meat. Fill me up. Make me squeal. Pass out and do it again tomorrow." Heather giggled, “Pass out? Or pass around?”“Whichever.” Titsany replied with a most eager smile.

The next morning one of the guys came in and grabbed Titsany. “Heather just finished her first shoot. Time for the two of you to get some together time." 

“About fucking time…” Titsany said with exasperation… She spent some time doing her hair and makeup and had to just sit around waiting for Heather to finish. 

Then they had to wait for Heather to clean up…. 

And then there was Diego, "All right girls. Here's what's going to happen. We're going to film you guys.. Gals… talking about how much Heather loves her boyfriend's cock. How much the most amazing thing that she's ever sucked on. And then he's going to walk in. It's who you're going to giggle and he's going to ask what you guys are talking about. Heather's going to say nothing, but Tits is going to tell him that she just heard about how he is the most amazing cock. Heather, you're going to pretend to be offended that he wants to fuck someone else until he reminds you that it's okay as long as you're part of the action. And you're going to help her suck that. Dick in till it's nice and hard and then he's going to fuck her until she squeals. Understand?”

The two women said, "yes.” in unison.

Several minutes later, the two women were standing outside their hotel room door. There was a single knock from the inside and the man to their left counted down with his hands. Five Four. Three. Two. One… Heather opened the door, and Titsany followed her in. 

Heather kept talking as if they had been talking for a while, "No I am totally serious, his cock is huge and it just keeps going.”

Titsany giggled, "Just keeps going, huh?”

"Yeah totally… who fucks me every night until I can't move a muscle. So big it fills me up, And then he fills me up. If you catch the difference. I just love the feeling of cum dripping out of my pussy." 

“Sounds hot.”

"It is.”

The door opened up and Mark entered. Both of the girls giggled and he looked at them with confusion, "So what are you girls up to?”

“Nothing." Heather answered.

"Then why did you two suddenly go silent?”

"No reason.” Heather doubled down. 

Mark's eyes went from Heather to Titsany, "Titsany? You know you can't lie to me.”

Titsany giggled, "She was telling me about how big your cock was and how good you are at using it." 

He looked at Heather, "it's kind of a tease isn't it.” She shrugged, and then he continued, "maybe we should give her a taste?”

Heather looked completely offended, "whose boyfriend are you?”

He quickly glanced at Titsany, who seemed ecstatic at the idea, And then his eyes went back to Heather, “yours. That's why I said we. We can show her a fun time. If you're going to tell her all about my cock, you can't expect her not to want It in her mouth or in her pussy." 

Titsany eagerly nodded at her, “He's totally right, Heather, If you're going to tell somebody about their boyfriend's amazing cock, well you should really offer me a sample." 

Heather scowled for a moment and then smiled, “fine… But it's only cuz I'm really horny and I don't want to wait till later to fuck him myself.”

Titsany wasn't going to wait for Heather to change her mind. She walked right over to Mark and dropped to her knees and started unzipping him… Heather just started taking off her top. Within just a couple of moments, a fully dressed Titsany and a completely naked Heather were taking turns gripping and licking Mark’s throbbing and massive member.

Titsany was taking it right to the back of her throat, but then Heather wanted to take a turn. And when Heather took the throbbing member into her mouth, Titsany agreed, “That is a fucking huge cock. Thanks for sharing today!" 

Heather stopped sucking long enough to nod her head and say, "No problem, what are best friends for?” But her eyes went wide as she realized her best friend took the opportunity to take her boyfriend's cock back into her mouth. “ Hey, no fair!" For nearly 20 minutes they took turns sucking his cock….

Then it was time to change positions, Titsany found herself lying on her back as Heather leaned over her, her giant tits hanging down. They were so big. Heather was getting fucked from behind while the two girls made out. Titsany had been proud of the size of her tits, but Heather’s were easily double if not more. Even if she stayed on her hands and knees, her tits hung down so low that they still pressed against Titsany's. Eventually Heather came, and it was time for Titsany to go for a ride.

They did it differently though, Mark was on his back… Heather sat on his face while Titsany rode his cock like a cowgirl. She rode and she rode, the two girls were playing with each other's tits bringing each other ever closer to an orgasm. And as Titsany was getting closer to hers, she felt a strange sensation in her tits. And right as she came there was a squirt not just in her pussy… But from her tits. Some strange blue liquid was running down Heather's chest after it squirted out of Titsany's engorged nipples. 

Mark paused to see what it was. Heather removed her pussy from his face and he stared at the blue milk. And then he started licking it. He had just cum inside Titsany, but as he licked the milk off of Heather's belly, he was reinvigorated. He flipped Titsany over and started fucking her missionary. Bring her close to an orgasm again. And she did and the same thing happened with her tits, but this time Mark was licking it right out of her nipples milking them for every last drop. She was exhausted. And then he climbed off of her. 

Was his cock larger? 

He grabbed Heather pressed her up against the wall and start fucking her in the ass… grilled in the light…

The filming was over, Heather took a shower with her boyfriend…. And Titsany waited, but she overheard a conversation between Mark and another… “She lactates dude!" 

The other man seemed to agree, "yeah what's up with that? Why was it blue? 

Mark answered, “it's like liquid Viagra. Give her an orgasm, she will start dripping from her tits, and the more you lick the more you can fuck. Also, we might want to talk to the boss, they can get her to one of those special machines, that shit's like worth a lot of money on the dark web.”

The guy's eyebrow raised, “The dark web? What is this, 2005?" 

Over the next couple of days they filmed some more videos. And when they weren't filming, Titsany was eager to get fucked. She was even fine with them collecting her milk, that meant extra fucks! Yay! It actually helped with the filming. They would put them in little thermoses, in between scenes the guys would take a sip. That way they could just keep going…

She was in the back of the van when she could smell the salt water. They were heading for a cruise ship. 

The ship was actually a lot of fun. It was a bit crowded, but Titsany found that, there was no limit to the amount of guys she could fuck… Joe has found her way back to Diego, Heather, a few others in the evening so I could do some more filming… They even told her how that when they got to the island, that they were going to strap her in so she could get fucked for hours everyday and they would collect her milk to sell online… She didn't care about the selling part, but she loved the idea of being fucked for hours…

It was in the middle of the night that Mark burst into the room, she woke up and saw that Diego and Heather who were in a different bed were both startled as well. “Coast guard, get up!” 

The guys quickly rounded up her and the other girls and started leading them down a couple of corridors in the ship. Once they reached a specific room, they pressed a button and revealed a hidden door behind an art display That involved the Statue of an angel with some visceral striking paints behind it. The buttons behind the angel's wing. The girls were all told to go inside. Heather was always eager to obey Diego, and the other girls followed as well. Titsany didn't mind either. Diego told him to stay quiet if they should hear anything. And the door closed behind them and they were in this very narrow corridor between rooms. 

They were in there for what seemed like hours, a couple of the girls started making out. Titsany was definitely one of them, though. Heather didn't seem that excited about it without Diego around. She was always eager to fuck him, or fuck anyone that he told her to, but rarely anyone else on their own. 

The room was uncomfortably warm and humid by this point. With all the women in there, The tight space, and some of the girls getting hot and frisky with each other. The place warmed up pretty well. And then came the sparks. Somebody was burning a hole into the room, the girls were all being quiet, they were told to…

But Titsany didn't have that need to obey like they did… She pounded on the wall a couple of times, “hey! It's already hot enough in here! Just press the stupid button behind one of the wings!”

The Sparks immediately stopped, and about 30 seconds later the door opened up and some men in black with guns told the girls to get out. They had badges. “Don't worry, we are here to rescue you!" 

Mr. Sanders was with them. Titsany looked confused at seeing him, "what are you doing here?”

He smiled at her, "keeping a promise.” he said as he pointed a device at her and it started blinking. 

Heather was having the most violent reaction, "I didn't want to be rescued! I'm here of my own free will, so let go of me!”

Agent Sanders walked up to her, she was already cuffed by one of the other agents and being held in place. “You are not acting of your own free will. It took a lot of effort to find you and the others.” He looked at the woman that he had renamed Tiffany in the hospital, “sacrifices were made. That girl there, that is your wife, she took the Phem-9 And made me promise to use her as bait to find you." 

Heather, immediately screeched at Tiffany “Annie you fucking cunt, I'll never forgive you for this! I hate you!” There was such intensity and rage in her voice.

Titsany looked incredibly confused, "who is Annie?”

Heather looked back to agent Sanders as if confused if he was just messing with her, But the agent did respond, “She is not playing. The Phem-9 had an extreme reaction to her. Everything you see is true. Including the amnesia…”

Heather was still baring her teeth in a vicious way, "She can go choke a dick and die for all I care!”

Titsany just smiled, "I love that idea!” she paused, “not the die part.”

Agent Sanders on the other hand just looked at the two girls with a bit of pity…

The girl that the internet got used to calling ‘Titsany’ struggled to get used to being called Annie. Agent Sanders had originally told her that her name was Tiffany and she accepted that, seriously, why wouldn’t she? When she was taken by Diego and the others, they got her to be called Titsany And she actually liked that name. That was a lot more sexual, and given how much she just wanted to get laid all the time, she really just wanted to go with it. And then when she was ‘rescued’ she was informed that her real name was Annie. Oh, what a boring name that was. She tried to make a compromise, Tits-annie, since it was a mix between her real name and the name she really wanted to like. But apparently that wasn't going to happen during her hospital stay.

The hospital stay was relatively relaxing. It wasn't as nice as the place without the hot tub either. It was certainly not as fun as being with Diego and the others, even if she knew they were bad guys now… nobody ever wanted to have sex with her. She flirted shamelessly. But ended up spending most of her time watching television… slowly stimulating her clit.

She was next door to Heather. She was constantly in a pretty foul mood, she spent most of her time screaming how she wanted to go back to Diego. It was blatantly clear when a nurse or a doctor went to check on her, she just would start cursing and swearing at them and threatening them. She spent hours of a day screaming profanity. Demanding to be returned to her man.

Things did not improve for weeks… But then one day, things just went quiet. She wasn't sure why, but she would find out why a little bit later. A man in green scrubs appeared in the doorway, he seemed a little sheepish. “Hello Annie." 

Annie smiled as she looked him up and down, he wasn't exactly ripped or anything, but she wouldn't mind getting a piece of that. She bit her lower lip before making eye contact with him. "Hello stranger… Are you as horny as I am?”

He seemed to take in a deep breath, and let it out. “You don't recognize me?" 

"Should I?”

“I'm Jason…” when she looked at him as if that was supposed to mean something, he explained further, "I'm your husband.”

The light seemed to click in her eyes as understanding dawned. She threw her blankets over and lifted the bottom of her hospital gown spreading her legs widely… lewdly "Well in that case, come on in hubby." and the invasion was a blatant attempt to get hi to fuck her, than it was to enter the room.

He took a couple of cautious steps in and let the door closed behind him, “I really am your husband.”

"Okay, whatever… I mean if that's serious, then I'm hoping you’ve come for a conjugal visit… you would not believe how fucking horny I am. …And if you're not my husband, I'm willing to play the game….”

"It's not a game, Annie. I am your husband." 

He wasn’t going to fuck her… She resigned herself to closing her legs a little bit hoping he might change his mind. "Nice to meet you, I'm Tits-annie.” And offered her hand to shake in greeting.

Jason took her hand, “Nice to-”

Annie immediately pulled his hand to her crotch and he felt her wetness, "see? Nice and warm and wet. Perfect! You know, for a cock like yours I bet!”

He pulled his hand back, “please. Annie… I don't want to take advantage of you like this.”

"Well if you're my husband, then who else is supposed to take advantage of me?" 

“You're not fully in control of yourself. It just seems wrong." 

They had trouble relating to each other. But Jason would stay by his wife’s side whenever he could. She would flirt with him relentlessly. And it stayed like that for weeks. 

They expected her to change back to her normal within a couple of days of Jason changing back considering when she took her dose… But that did not happen. It was about 2 months later that Jason finally arranged to bring her home knowing that she could never be the same again. He accepted a harsh truth. Annie was gone. This ‘Tits-annie’ was all that was left of his wife. And he wasn't going to abandon her to the hospital. He made arrangements so that when he wasn't home she would be chaperoned by another woman. That way she wouldn't sleep with just anybody. 

She agreed to come home with him if he promised to have sex with her at least once a day. That was a hard decision, her husband wouldn't think that that would be a hard decision to do with his wife, it's somehow he felt like he was cheating on her even though he knew he wasn't. He had heard about her milk, and was told to be careful because that could lead to hours of sex…

But the first time she was upset…. He came pretty quickly, she was too eager, too wild… And when he came, he was out of steam. He tried to finish her off by licking her, but that didn't happen either…

But the next day she promised to go a little bit slower, And things weren't very different. She asked him to lay on his back, And she sat on him,straddling him… it went nice and slow. Getting a rhythm of her own choosing, she closed her eyes. She hadn't had a chance to get off in almost 2 months. And she let out a scream as she came and blue milk started squirting across her husband's face. And then she grabbed his head and pulled it to her tits and made him lick it. 

He felt his cock engorge… he needed to fuck her… he started pounding her. He was filled with a lust like he had never experienced before. It wasn't easy to cum, his throbbing member was harder than normal, in so many ways… felt it. He felt an aggression building up, And he pulled her off of him and bent her over, shoveing her over the bed, the orgasm building… She encouraged the way he manhandled her. And he started fucking her harder and harder and she cheered him on. He needed to unload everything in his balls inside of her. And he wasn't going to stop until he did. 

After a while he felt the orgasm building and he unleashed everything! He exploded inside of her and he kept squirting it all out. Every single drop until there wasn't a single drop of man juice inside of him. 

And he laid next to her And as they both snuggled something very odd happened… as his hardened penis started to shrink back to normal…. It kept shrinking. It was smaller than normal, and so was his waist… And he started to grow breasts. 

Was he becoming Heather again? He had a slight panic. But then Annie kissed him. She seemed confused, but was kissing him like she accepted him anyway. 

He never quite became the same woman that he had been. His breasts weren’t that large, but he did seem to have a lot of hair… he looked at Annie who seemed just as confused as him. But then suddenly she seemed like the most beautiful woman in the world. And with a sudden realization, he realized that he was imprinting on her. He wanted to make her happy.

“We need to call the doctor.” Jason told her wife. 

“Maybe later…” 

Part of Jason wanted to protest, but his wife was right. Even though he knew that she would always be right…”yeah… later…”

"Good girl.” Annie told her, "why don't you eat out my pussy right now?”

"Sounds good.” And Jason proceeded to start licking his wife's soiled pussy. It only took a couple of licks before Jason pulled back in disgust." 

“What's the matter sweetie?" 

“I forgot that I just came inside you… it's filled with semen." but she started to lean down as she realized that wasn’t important, licking her pussy was.

There was a moment of confusion as Annie stopped her, and then devilish amusement in Annie’s eyes as she looked back at her former husband and said, “But you love cum-filled pussy. It is the most amazing kind of pussy you can lick." 

A strange expression appeared over Jason's face and then a demented smile as she quickly buried himself in her wife's snatch. She eagerly licked it out as if it was the most amazing thing in the world. 

As much as Annie enjoyed it, she found it frustrating that she couldn't really get off without a nice sized cock in her cunt.

As they were finally getting ready to go to sleep, Annie asked, “hey… If you don't go back to normal tomorrow… You're totally cool with going out with me and helping me to get laid right? We can get somebody to get you laid too. You love that right?" 

“Of course! I'm actually hoping I don't change back!" 

They fell asleep spooning… Annie was behind. Jason, And they fell asleep with Annie's hands gripping Jason's tits. 

She woke up bright and early. Annie’s delicate fingers lightly grazed across a smooth chest. She suddenly realized that her husband didn't have tits anymore. She leaned to his ear, “Wake up." 

And despite the fact that he had a cock now, She wasn't going to jump him right away… But she thought he might be happy to know that he had re-masculated to being a man again. "You're a man again.”

He almost jumped with a start, his hands shifted and she could tell he was checking to see if he had his penis. His shoulders seem to droop in relief. 

He rolled over, turned to face her… And he froze. “Annie?" 

There was a fierce look of intelligence in her eyes. a"Who else would I be, silly?” She asked him.

A thought seemed to cross his head, “when we were engaged, And we were trying to figure out where to go for a honeymoon… What did I ask for?”

Her eyes went wide as she understood what he was asking, a slow and wide smile started pulling back against their face, "you didn't care where we went, as long as it was a swimming pool nearby." She had her memories back… She looked down at her body, it had gone back to her old self again. Well, mostly.

They spent days testing her. Everything seemed to have gone back to normal except for her breasts. She was now stuck with a pair of double D's. And when she orgasmed, which was apparently much easier to do now… She still came with that blue milk… More testing was done. She would release between 8 and 16 oz of milk every time she came. 

Her milk had a very strange effect on her husband due to his own experience with Phem-9. For every 2 oz of milk he drank, he would find himself stuck in a version of Heather for 4 hours, but only after he came from the milk-induced lust. Her body wasn't quite as hyper-feminine as she originally became, but she had a body similar to Annie…

Epilogue 

Heather just brought dinner out. And the two women ate together. “You didn't have to go through all that trouble, hun." 

I know, but I really like making you happy. You know this. I wouldn't have agreed to drink all that milk every weekend if I didn't like it. And it was true. 

They both enjoyed it when Jason became Heather, she was eager to please, or at least eager to please once she imprinted on her wife. It was an easy way to get chores done, she enjoyed doing chores that needed to get done around the house. There was no procrastination, and Jason was happy to get it done when he was in a mood to do it. And she loved the fact that he got to have some intense sex in order to become Heather. They always were careful about measuring out how much milk she drank so she wouldn't be Heather for more than 36 hours every weekend.

They kissed… And then they enjoyed that meal together. Then they played a little bit of dress up, giving each other makeovers as if they were teenagers…

And then they snuggled up on the couch while we watched some movies. It's really fun! How Heather enjoyed watching all the same movies that Annie did. She even cried when Annie did.

And they went to sleep snuggling, Knowing that when they woke up in the morning, that they would be the ever-loving husband and wife. 

The End. So here’s is where you can have a little fun. Remember that drink I told you to have ready? Well below is a little game with it. Copy and paste the following part, fill it out, and send it to me (You know my email, you could post in the comments for this story… or you could DM me. Then follow the rest of the instructions. Male name: [you don’t have to use your real one] Did the facility assign a female name? [y/n] Female name: [write N/A if not applicable] Appearance after taking Phem-9: [describe how your body appears] Side Effects: [You saw the side effects earlier in the story, which ones affect you?] How long did it last:[typically 4 weeks, sometimes shorter, sometimes longer] Were there any permanent side effects? [if yes, describe, if no, type ‘’No.’] Once you send me your answer, swallow that drink and pretend you have transformed into your description… I now demand that you cum to that fantasy. You may thank me later.Xoxoxo!-Mistress Don’t keep me waiting. ;)

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