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 Author: wandrer
Title: Special Treatment
Part: Chapter 1 and 2
Universe: The Company
Keywords: mf, mc, humil, bimbo, be, piercing, ff
Summary: A man goes in for a doctor's appointment, and finds himself and
his wife the recipients of some special treatments.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually
explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
coincidental.
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   "Special Treatment"

   Chapter 1: "The Doctor Will See You Now"

   "Mr.  Larson?  Dr.  Elwyn will see you now..."

   Adam set down the Sports Illustrated he had been flipping through and
got up to follow the heavyset nurse down the hall to the exam room.  She
motioned him to the large reclining chair, and told him to wait, and the
doctor would be in to see him in a few minutes.  Adam settled into the
chair and looked absently around the room, considering the various strange
lights and arms that filled the small space.

   He'd been thinking about getting an eye checkup for a while - though his
vision was good, he was having some headaches that seemed to be
eyestrain-related.  He knew his wife had started coming to this doctor a
few weeks earlier, and when he asked her if she liked her, Betsy had told
him she did.  Though she'd had a very strange expression when she said it
that he still hadn't quite sorted out.

   His mind wanderings were interrupted by the door opening suddenly, and
the doctor stepping into the room.  She was a striking woman.  Very tall -
probably close to Adam's own 6'2" - and pretty (if somewhat gangly), with
shoulder-length brown hair.  She was probably five to ten years older than
Adam - so in her mid-to-late-thirties.

   She gave him a quick, wide smile, and then closed the door behind her
with a click.

   "Hi, I'm Doctor Elwyn," she said, speaking quickly.  The had the air of
someone who wasn't entirely comfortable with people - a sort of mildly
hyperactive awkwardness.

   "Adam," he said, and she nodded, starting to fiddle with the equipment
to the side.

   "You're Betsy's husband, right?"

   "Yep."

   "And you're having headaches?"

   As she spoke, she swung a large device in front of Adam's eyes - it
looked fairly high-tech, and he could hear a high buzzing noise coming from
it.

   "Yeah...they just started recently."

   "Hm," the doctor said, nodding absently, "well, let's try some
tests...look up into this - please look directly at the panel in the
middle."

   Adam looked up and focused his eyes on the wide panel in the center of
the device she'd lowered in front of his head.  With a small hum, lights
began to flash in the panel, flickering on and off rapidly, faster than his
eyes could follow.  As he watched it, the doctor spoke in the background.

   "So, they just started recently?"

   "Mmm-hmm."

   "Right behind the eyes, like a migraine?"

   "Mmm...yeah."

   "On a scale of one to ten, how bad would you say the pain is?"

   "Mmm...uh...four..."

   Adam was having some trouble focusing on the doctor's words, for some
reason.  The lights continued to flash, seeming to form patterns, but
nothing that he could follow.  As they swirled and blinked in front of him,
he found himself more and more focused on them, a strange lassitude
settling over him.  It was some time before he realized that Dr.  Elwyn was
speaking to him again.

   "...hear me Adam?  I want you to look away from the lights, and look at
me now."

   Adam heard her, and some part of his mind tried to pull his eyes away
from the flashing lights, but he couldn't seem to do so.  His mind seemed
almost split - somewhere in deep below, there was panic bubbling up as he
tried harder to pull his eyes away, but on the surface, he was placid,
staring at the lights.

   "I can't, doctor," he said, calmly.

   "Hmm...OK," she said, and stepped forward.  She reached over and pulled
the metal arm from side to side.  Adam's eyes followed it, seemingly
entirely of their own volition.  Whether she moved it above his head, far
to one side, or jerked it suddenly in another direction, Adam continued to
follow the blinking lights, unerringly.

   "Excellent, I think you're ready," she muttered, and pressed a button.
The lights suddenly throbbed once, twice...and then all at once in a
blinding flash.

   As Adam blinked to clear the blue spots from his vision, Dr.  Elwyn slid
the arm back into position, far off to one side.  When she stepped back in
front of him, Adam looked up at her, still blinking as his sight began to
clear.

   "How do you feel, Adam?"

   Confused, distressed, he wanted to get up and leave...

   "Fine, Dr.  Elwyn."

   "Good.  Why don't you unbutton your jeans and take off your shoes,
pants, socks and underwear."

   What?  In his head Adam was taken aback - this was clearly not part of
any normal eye exam.  He wouldn't deny that Dr.  Elwyn was attractive - if
a little old for his tastes - but he certainly wasn't going to...

   "Sure," he said, calmly.

   Adam protested loudly inside his own mind, but watched as his hands went
to his fly and unbuttoned his jeans.  He looked up at Dr.  Elwyn to find
her staring intently at him while he did so, a hungry look in her eyes.  He
slid his jeans down over his legs, pulling his shoes off as he did so, then
slipping off his socks, and finally slid his underwear down over his legs,
tossing them on the pile.

   What the hell was he doing?  Why couldn't he stop himself?

   His cock lay there, flaccid, as he looked up at the doctor again.  She
licked her lips as she stared at his cock.

   "Take off your shirt, and then stroke your cock...you may not cum until
I tell you too."

   "OK."

   Adam railed against his disobedient body, but his hand slid down and he
jerked slightly as he felt his cock in his hand - the sensation of stroking
himself while out of his own control was bizarre, almost as though someone
else was touching him.

   "Watch me while you stroke yourself," Dr.  Elwyn said, slightly
breathless, though with an odd calmness to her voice as well.  He looked up
to stare at her as his fingers slowly stroked his hardening cock.

   Dr.  Elwyn, looking at his stroking occasionally, but also up at him
with an oddly fixed smile, shrugged her gray coat off of her shoulders.  It
fell to the ground, leaving the doctor in her white blouse and black
slacks. Her nostrils flared as she watched him masturbate, and he realized
he could see her hard nipples poking through her blouse atop her smallish
breasts.

   He stared, feeling himself stroke his now very hard cock, as Dr.  Elwyn
unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing
there in her bra.  That was followed by her socks and slacks, and Adam
found himself staring at her long, muscled legs as she lowered them again
to the floor.  Quickly her bra came off, freeing her small breasts, and
those were followed by her black panties.

   As he stared at the heavily breathing, nude doctor, his opinion of her
upgraded dramatically - even though she was older, she was *gorgeous*.  Her
slender, tall body was like that of a supermodel - small, maybe-b-cup
breasts, topped with dark, rock hard nipples; tanned, very toned skin;
long, gorgeous legs that joined in narrow, sexy hips, with a neatly trimmed
brown-furred pussy nestled between them.

   "Do you like what you see?" she asked, huskily, quite obviously turned
on.

   "Very much," said Adam, in his calm voice, though it sounded a little
strangled even to him.

   "Do you want to fuck me?"

   Adam's cock was aching, it was so hard - it was obvious that her command
not to cum had some physical effect, as otherwise he would have exploded
some time ago.  But though he desperately needed to cum, he was compelled
to answer honestly.

   "No."

   Dr.  Elwyn's face registered sudden shock.

   "No?  Why wouldn't you want to fuck me?"

   "Because I love my wife, and I don't want to cheat on her," Adam replied
calmly.

   Dr.  Elwyn stared at him with a strange expression, then let out a
bizarre sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

   "If it wasn't for your wife, would you want to fuck me?"

   She turned and bent slightly, displaying her tight ass and her obviously
wet pussy to him as she looked back over her shoulder.

   "God, yes," Adam replied, his voice tight with arousal.

   "Mmmm, good," Dr.  Elwyn breathed.

   "How about if I told you your wife had cheated on you with another
woman? Would that make you want to fuck me?"

   "I don't know," Adam replied honestly in that maddening, placid voice,
"but I sincerely doubt she would do that - she's extremely straight."

   Dr.  Elwyn let out a slightly hysterical sounding giggle as she turned
and pressed a button.  Adam suddenly found his chair leaning back, and as
his head fell backwards, he found himself looking up at a TV mounted on the
wall.  Dr.  Elwyn stepped into view - her pussy was right next to his head,
and he let out an involuntary sigh at the scent of her arousal.

   "Would you like to see your wife having sex with another woman, Adam?"

   As much as what he was probably going to see horrified Adam, he couldn't
deny what was one of his long-standing fantasies for his wife, who was
mostly disgusted at even the idea of such a thing.

   "Oh, yes," he breathed, quietly.

   Dr.  Elwyn pressed a button on the remote she held.

   The screen flickered to life, and Adam found himself staring at the same
room he was presently in.  However, instead of himself in the chair, there
was Betsy...completely naked, as he was.  Her large breasts fell to either
side of her heaving chest, and her legs were spread on the table, showing
her lightly red-furred pussy.

   Her face looked like he imagined his did right now - bizarrely calm. 
Especially as he watched as Dr.  Elwyn, naked on the screen as well, swung
her long leg over Betsy's mouth.  Betsy let out a small whimper of protest,
but that was all as Dr.  Elwyn lowered her obviously dripping cunt onto his
wife's mouth, which opened to slurp at her.  Dr.  Elwyn, meanwhile, leaned
forward and lowered her own mouth to Betsy's pussy, eliciting a moan from
his wife.

   Adam continued to stroke his painfully aching cock...he felt like it
might burst soon if he didn't cum.

   "Do you like watching your wife lick my cunt, Adam?" Dr.  Elwyn asked.

   "Yes," Adam whispered, still staring at the screen and listening to the
two women's moans.

   "She really wasn't very good at it, to be honest - she'd obviously never
eaten out a girl before.  But when we talked afterwards, she said you were
excellent at licking a girl's pussy.  Is that true?"

   "Yes," Adam replied matter-of-factly, "I love eating girls out, and all
of the ones I've dated have said that I'm extremely good at it."

   Dr.  Elwyn let out an anticipatory hiss.

   "I want you to stop stroking yourself, Adam, and I want you to lick my
cunt like you would lick your wife's until I tell you to stop.  I'll let
you cum soon, I promise."

   Adam's hand mercifully fell away from his throbbing cock.  If he could
have expressed the emotion, he would have sobbed from his desperate need to
cum.

   Instead, he watched as Dr.  Elwyn swung a long leg over his head.  She
was tall enough that she could straddle his face on the lowered chair with
several inches to spare.  Her pussy was poised above his mouth, and he
could smell her even more strongly now.  She had a richer scent than his
wife - sweeter, somehow.  Her dark pussy lips glistened with her juices.

   Adam reached up and pulled her down onto his mouth.

   Her cunt settled into his mouth as his tongue swirled around, teasing
her and tasting her flavor, again similar and yet quite different from
Betsy, as he'd found most women to be subtly different.  His tongue slid
over the folds of her cunt and she moaned loudly, a deep, husky sound. 
Adam was good at this, and he knew it.  A few more swirls and his tongue
moved up and wrapped gently around her clit.

   Dr.  Elwyn (he still didn't even know her first name) let out a loud
groan, clearly already close to cumming.  His eyes flicked back and forth
from her taut body above him and the screen where his wife was still 69ing
with her.  On the video, Betsy's calm had broken somewhat, as she was
cumming, but tears were rolling down her cheeks as she slurped at her
doctor's wet pussy.

   Adam sucked on her clit, and reached up and began to play with her hard
nipples, thumbs stroking them and tweaking them.  Dr.  Elwyn's groans
became deep, throaty moans as she started the first of several orgasms, her
cunt throbbing around Adam's tongue and mouth while she came loudly, then
again, then again.

   Finally, gasping, she told him to stop.

   Adam did as he was instructed, and was horrified to find how much he'd
enjoyed that.  It had been a long time since he'd tasted a pussy other than
his wife's, and he loved making girls cum that way.

   "Wow," gasped the doctor, obviously dazed, "you...you really are amazing
at that."

   Dr.  Elwyn shivered and stood shakily, her soaked pussy slipping wetly
off of Adam's mouth, his beard soaked with her juices.  She was still
gasping for breath as she stepped away and then looked down at Adam's hard
cock, almost purple from how hard he was.

   "Adam, do you want me to let you cum?"

   "Yes, please," Adam said - part of him wanted to scream out desperately
for it, another part of him hated himself for that desperation.  And yet
his voice was still impossibly even and calm.

   As Adam watched the sexy, naked doctor circle down to the other end of
the room, he noticed odd emotions playing across her face.  Mostly, she was
staring hungrily at his cock, but a strange look of anguish periodically
stole across her pretty features.  Adam concentrated, and forced himself to
speak through his strange placidity just as the doctor was lowering her
mouth towards his cock...

   "Doctor Elwyn," he managed to say in a strangled voice - moreso because
at his point, he was actually desperate to cum, "why are you doing this?"

   She paused and looked up at him with surprise.  He could feel her breath
on his throbbing cock, her mouth just inches from his relief, and he moaned
quietly.  Suddenly her face became frozen in calm, like his, and she spoke,
robotically as though reading from a book.

   "A few months ago, my partner Dr.  Burns came on to me.  I refused his
advances, especially since I love my husband and at that time had only ever
had sex with him - I was a virgin when we married.

   "Unfortunately, it turns out that Dr.  Burns works part time for
something he calls The Company, and he didn't take well to my refusal.  He
acquired the same machine I used on you, and programmed me to be a slut,
desperate for sex all day long.  I can no longer help myself, and I usually
have sex with over half my patients, men or women.  I've lost count of the
number of people I've fucked now in this soundproofed room - all videotaped
for Dr.  Burns amusement.

   "Thanks to the machine, I'm unable to speak about any of this except in
a situation like this, or to ask for help...just like you will be when you
leave here.  Dr.  Burns enjoys watching me humiliate myself like a dirty
slut over and over as the price for spurning his advances, but he has
promised to keep my family from finding out, and not to have the company
change my body as he could, as long as I keep him entertained by coming up
with new nasty things to do myself, or to my patients."

   As Dr.  Elwyn spoke, her voice remained perfectly even and calm, but her
eyes were haunted and tears ran down her cheeks.

   "For what it's worth, I hate being like this, and I'm very sorry for
what I'm doing to you and your wife," she said, quietly.

   Suddenly she shivered, and the hungry look returned.  She looked down at
Adam's cock and licked her lips.

   "I'm going to suck your cock now...you can cum when I stroke your
balls."

   Adam groaned loudly as her mouth slipped wetly over his rigid cock - the
combination of pain and pleasure was excruciating.  For what seemed like an
eternity, she slurped at his cock, giving him the best blowjob he'd ever
experienced...but all he wanted was for it to end.

   Suddenly, he felt one long finger slide gently over his balls.

   It was only when his voice was hoarse that Adam realized he'd been
screaming for some time as he blasted his cum into Dr.  Elwyn's mouth.  She
slurped down what must have been buckets of cum pouring from his desperate
cock, and was moaning in obvious enjoyment of the taste of the salty liquid
- it was clear she loved the taste of cum.

   He lay, shuddering, as she sucked every last drop of cum from his
cock...and then moaned in horror as she continued to suck and slurp at him.
She expertly worked his cock with her tongue until he was hard once again -
she clearly wasn't finished with him.

   With a slurp, Dr.  Elwyn lifted her mouth from his cock, reaching up
with a finger and scooping the cum that had run down her chin.  As she
sucked the remaining cum off of her slender finger, she shivered with
obvious pleasure at the taste.  Then she stood from her kneeling position
and looked down at Adam.

   "Mmm...I love the taste of cum," she said, then made a small sad sound
before returning to her normal hungry look.  She looked down at him, and
drew her fingers up his cock, eliciting a shudder.  Once again, she
instructed him not to cum until he had her permission, and then looked up
at him.

   "Now...your wife is going to be coming back for another visit next week,
and I thought we might make some changes to her for you.  She mentioned
that you have quite the imagination.  Why don't you tell me what you'd like
to have done?"

   Adam looked at her blankly, and finally spoke.

   "I don't understand."

   She continued stroking his cock maddeningly, as it started to throb
again.  She stared at him, as she reached up to fondle her own rock-hard
nipples absently.

   "Thanks to Dr.  Burns' access to resources of The Company, we have the
ability to make all sorts of modifications to people's bodies.  So I'd like
you to describe your ideal fantasy of your wife - what you'd really like
her to be like if you could make any changes to her.  Would you like her to
have bigger tits?  Be constantly wet?  Bark like a dog?  We can do almost
anything."

   What?!  No!  Adam fought against his mind, which was trying to answer
the question the naked doctor had posed to him.  He wouldn't do that to
Betsy!  He fought desperately, tears starting to stream from his eyes as
piercing pain erupted in his mind and lights began to dance at the edge of
his vision, a low growl emanating from his throat.  Finally, from between
gritted teeth, he spoke.

   "N-nothing.  I l-like her just the way she i-is," he spat out, brow
furrowed in effort to keep from saying what his mind was thinking.

   Dr.  Elwyn blinked in surprise and her hand stopped stroking
momentarily.

   "Really?" she said, an odd expression on her face, "You don't want to do
anything to her?"

   "No," Adam gasped, almost ready to black out from the effort, "Nothing."

   The doctor smiled a funny smile.

   "That's amazing," she breathed, "no one has fought that off
before...well then I won't have to..."

   She jumped as the phone on the wall buzzed, and turned to stare at it
with a stricken look.  She seemed to be trying to fight herself as well,
but with much less success as she lifted her hand from her breast and
Adam's aching cock and grabbed the receiver.  Adam let out a small whimper,
and let himself breathe some of the answers to her questions silently,
relieving some of the pressure from his mind.

   Dr.  Elwyn listened to the voice at the other end of the line, mumbled a
few responses, and then hung up, turning back to Adam with a look of
something like regret.  Adam panted and looked up at her, his cock
throbbing as he stared at her naked body.

   "Well, the fact that you can resist the conditioning to protect your
wife is fairly impressive...but I guess there's another option..."

   She walked behind Adam's head and fidgeted with something - he was so
exhausted from his resistance and so distracted from his once again aching
cock that he couldn't even find the energy to watch her.  So he made a
grunt of surprise when suddenly she lowered some sort of device over his
head, settling it against the skin of his temples.  She then walked back
around to the foot of the exam table and clambered up on it, straddling his
red cock with her long legs, her dripping cunt positioned over it.

   "Now," she said breathlessly, obviously excited about what she was about
to do, "I'm going to start this machine, and then I get to fuck you for a
while.  It is apparently going to run options of what can be done to your
wife through your mind - when it finds one that is suitably arousing to
you, it will let you cum."

   Adam started to try to protest, though he didn't really have the energy
for it, but he never would have had the chance.  Dr.  Elwyn leaned over and
pressed a button, then in the same motion plunged her wet cunt down onto
Adam's hard cock.

   They both yelled out loudly at the sensation, Dr.  Elwyn in her throaty
moan of pleasure, Adam in distress, need and surprise.  Her cunt was very
warm and tight around his cock as she began to bounce up and down, grunting
again in excitement as she did so.

   Suddenly strange visions began to flash through his mind, too quickly
for him to grasp them.  He didn't "see" them as much as they formed in his
minds eye like fantasies.  As if staring at Dr.  Elwyn's gorgeous bouncing
body wasn't enough, with her strong legs and small breasts that she was
caressing as she moaned while riding his cock, the "images" in his mind
ratcheted his arousal up higher and higher.

   He realized that Dr.  Elwyn was cumming, loudly, as she bounced up and
down on him, but he was too distracted by the rush of whatever the device
was doing in his head.  He was yelling loudly as well, and sobbing, as the
ethereal fantasies drove his arousal higher and higher.  Whatever they
were, he craved them, wanted them desperately - he could sense that they
were depraved and nasty and that just made him hungrier for them.

   And yet as much has he wanted them, he didn't want them done to his
wife. He knew that.  He had to keep from cumming.  He...

   Suddenly his hips thrust upwards and he screamed even louder than before
as he began to blast his cum into the doctor's cunt.  She shrieked anew, a
look of surprise on her face as she too came again, her pussy spasming and
milking his exploding cock.  She fell forward, still humping him, and
suddenly Adam found her kissing him passionately, her long body rubbing
against his....and even more surprisingly, he found himself returning the
kiss, reaching down to grab her tight ass as she whimpered in the final
throes of their mutual orgasm.

   As they finally came down, she kissed him gently, and he felt something
wet drip onto his cheek as she shivered above him.  He blinked and looked
up to see her eyes filled with remorse.  For the briefest of moments, she
seemed to be free of her new life.

   "I'm sorry," she whispered, staring into his eyes.

   Then with another shiver, the hungry slut took over once again, and she
levered herself back up.  She glanced over at something behind his head.  A
look of horror flashed across her face briefly, and was quickly wiped away
again, though her pussy tightened briefly on his softening cock.

   "Wonderful!  I think you'll enjoy what will come out of your wife's
appointment next week."

   Adam's blood ran cold, behind his once again passive exterior.

   "Can you tell me what is going to happen?" he asked, calmly.

   Dr.  Elwyn shook her head.

   "Dr.  Burns suggested that it just be a surprise at this point.  And I
think you both will be *quite* surprised."

   Adam's mind reeled in horror...he knew how extreme some of his fantasies
could be.  He couldn't imagine that most of them were possible, but even if
they chose some of the tamer ones...

   His thoughts were derailed by Dr.  Elwyn sliding off his cock with a
sigh.  Once again, he was completely flaccid, and he doubted even Dr. 
Elwyn's expert tongue could get him hard for a while after the two massive
orgasms he'd just experienced.  His cum dribbled from her cunt, and she
reached down to catch it in her hand as she slid off, then lifted the
sticky mess to her mouth and began to suck it off of her fingers, making
small sounds of enjoyment.

   "Can I clean myself up?" Adam asked, looking down at his cock, which was
soaked and glistening with their mixed juices.

   Dr.  Elwyn shook her head, as she bent to gather up her clothes, giving
him a nice view of his cum still dribbling from her pussy.

   "No - get dressed just as you are, and you can head home.  When you get
there, why don't you tell your wife that Dr.  Elwyn said she should clean
your cock and get you nice and hard, and then let you fuck her in the ass."

   She began to pull her clothing on, his cum still dripping down her
thighs as she did so, and he got up and started to do the same, as
instructed.  His mind was spinning with horror - his wife didn't
particularly like sucking cock, and would be revolted to clean her pussy
and his cum off of him.  And she was utterly disgusted by the idea of anal
sex...

   "OK, Dr.  Elwyn," he replied calmly, pulling on his boxers.

   "Of course you won't be able to talk about any of this, to her or anyone
else for that matter."

   She pulled her coat on over her disheveled outfit, then looked at him
once again.

   "Thanks for the visit...I'll see your wife next week, and you again in
two weeks for another appointment."

   She turned and walked out the door, and after a few moments, his calm
demeanor belying the anguish he felt inside, he walked out as well, and
headed home.

   Chapter 2 - "Wife's Return Visit"

   Adam sat on the couch, drumming his fingers on his knee apprehensively.
His mind raced as he tried to think about anything other than what was
currently happening.  Though unfortunately that just meant that he found
himself thinking about the events of the past week, starting with his
return home from Dr.  Elwyn's office a week ago...



   He had walked into his apartment to find his wife sitting on the couch,
staring out the window and nibbling her nails nervously.  She turned to
look at him, an apprehensive look in her eyes.

   "How was your appointment with Dr.  Elwyn?" she said, tightly.

   He knew she could see the distress in his own eyes as he walked closer,
and her eyes flicked to his beard and widened - he knew it was probably
still wet with the doctor's cunt juices.

   "It was fine.  She wants me to come back in two weeks.  I know you're
seeing her again next week."

   Betsy let out a small whimper.  Adam found himself reaching down and
unbuckling his pants, as Betsy's eyes dropped and then looked back up at
him with horror.

   "Dr.  Elwyn told me to have you clean my cock and get me hard, and then
you should let me fuck you in the ass."

   Betsy's whimper turned into a sob, before she nodded and said calmly,
"OK, honey."

   She crawled off the couch to her knees in front of Adam - a position he
knew she hated for its submissiveness - and leaned in as his jeans and
boxers fell to the floor.  Her nose wrinkled as she was faced with the
scent of Dr.  Elwyn's pussy juice mixed with Adam's cum all over his
crotch, and she whimpered pathetically again.  But she leaned in and
slipped her mouth over his cock and began to slurp at it.

   Adam moaned involuntarily - in spite of his guilt at what he was doing
to his wife, and his mind-blowing orgasms before, feeling his chaste wife's
tongue on his cock, and knowing she was slurping up the flavor of the pussy
of another woman...he began to harden again.

   And Betsy wasn't just sucking him off...as instructed, her tongue
swirled around his whole crotch area, licking up every bit of cum and pussy
juice from his session with Dr.  Elwyn - stroking over his balls, where it
had dribbled down....all while whimpering periodically with disgust, and
trembling with fear of what was coming next.

   Finally, Adam was rock hard once again, and clean, and Betsy slid off of
him with a slurp, looking up at him with wide, pathetic eyes, begging him
not to do what she knew he had no choice but to do.  But all she said was:

   "OK, you can fuck me in the ass now."

   She stood, and unbuttoned her own jeans, sliding them and her panties
down over her curvy hips.  She began to bend over the couch for him, but
Adam grabbed her arm.  She looked up at him with a look of surprise and
almost painful hope.  Unfortunately, Adam knew he was going to dash that
hope, but he could at least make things a little easier.

   "Let's go into the bedroom," he said, feeling the pressure in his mind
starting to build, "and get some lube..."

   Her crestfallen expression made Adam's heart thud, but she nodded, and
walked into their bedroom.  He followed, watching her ass sway beneath her
shirt.  He felt like his cock was pulling him forward, aimed between those
lovely cheeks...

   In their room, she looked back at him, and then walked over to their
high bed, leaning over it and spreading her legs, reaching back to pull her
ass cheeks apart to show the tight pink star of her virgin asshole.  She
looked back at him like a trapped animal, shivering with her eyes wide.

   He fought the pushing in his mind and the throbbing of his own arousal
at seeing his wife like that just long enough to reach into their side
table and pull out the large black bottle of lube.  Hands shaking, he
opened it rapidly and poured it over her ass, watching it run down in
rivulets that dripped from her pink pussy.  He then dumped more on his cock
before the compulsion overtook him again.  He stepped forward and grabbed
her hips, eliciting another whimper.

   "OK, honey," he said in a shaking voice, "I'm going to..."

   That was as far as he got before his body took things into its own
hands, and suddenly thrust forward, slamming his hard cock into her ass. 
Betsy shrieked at the sudden pain and the shock, and Adam groaned at the
unbelievable tightness of fucking a girl in the ass - something he never
thought he would have the opportunity to do, knowing his wife's disgust for
the idea.

   Perhaps the worst part of the whole thing, even worse than his wife's
sobbing at the violation of her ass, was the realization that he
desperately wanted to use his wife like this.  He'd *always* wanted to try
anal sex, but Betsy had always refused...and now neither of them had any
choice in the matter.

   It felt amazing.

   He groaned as he began to thrust his cock in and out of his crying
wife's asshole - it was *amazingly* tight around his cock, like no
sensation he'd ever had.  The incredibly tight ring of her anus gripped his
cock as it slid in and out of her, eliciting a low moan from Adam at the
sensation.

   His wife, naked from the waist down with his cock thrust into her ass,
was clearly not enjoying herself nearly as much.  Her quiet sobs were all
the protest she was allowed, but she was grunting loudly with each thrust,
and had gripped the comforter tightly in her hands, her knuckles white.

   Worse, Adam realized that even as good as having his cock in her ass
felt, and as much as he wanted it (even if this wasn't *how* he'd wanted
it), it was going to take him a *long* time to cum, after his cumming so
hard twice not too long ago.  Oh god, poor Betsy.  Thank god he'd managed
to get the lubricant, at least, but he had to find some way to make this
easier on her...

   "H-ungh-honey?" he muttered as his cock slid into her again.

   "NGGG!" she grunted in response.

   "Why don't you p-play with your clit while I fuck your ass...it might
help you enjoy it more."

   Betsy let out a sob, but as instructed by Adam's calm suggestion, she
released her tight grip on the comforter and slid one hand between her
thighs.

   Adam, having done all he could, concentrated now on trying to cum as
quickly as possible.  He thrust into his poor wife's ass over and over,
feeling the glorious sensation of her anus around his shaft, like a warm,
fleshy cock-ring, slick with lubrication.  His moans were pure pleasure,
and he could feel his orgasm approaching, albeit ever so slowly.

   It was only after several minutes, as he found himself finally close to
cumming that he realized the tone of his wife's grunts and moans had
changed.  She was still grunting loudly, but her sobs had largely stopped
and been replaced by periodic moans...of pleasure?

   "Betsy," he asked with calm surprise, "are you...enjoying this?"

   Betsy let out a sob, and started to answer...and suddenly her ass
tightened incredibly on his cock, and she let out a grunting shriek as she
came explosively.

   Adam yelled as her ass squeezed his cock, and started spraying his cum
deep into her ass.  The orgasm was so intense as to be painful, and was
only heightened by her grasping asshole as she shrieked out her own painful
pleasure.

   Finally he stopped cumming and stepped back with a sobbing grunt, his
cock slipping out of her ass with a pop.  Betsy let out a strangled mewling
sound as his cock came out of her, and was suddenly silent.

   "Betsy?" Andy asked tentatively.  What could he say to her?  Oh god, how
could he have enjoyed doing that to his wife?

   He called her name again quietly, and then leaned to one side to find
Betsy's eyes closed as she breathed heavily, his cum bubbling out of her no
longer virgin asshole and dripping onto the floor.

   Poor Betsy had passed out.

   Adam shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the memory of that fist
night.  The truth was, he might not have felt as guilty about that night
had he not done what he'd done over the next few nights....which was to
tell Betsy that Dr.  Elwyn had instructed him to keep fucking Betsy in the
ass.  It wasn't true, of course, but it had felt so *good*...and he'd
fantasized about it or so long.

   He told himself that Betsy had cum every singly time he'd fucked her
ass, and seemed to be actually enjoying it by the fourth time or so.  But
the truth was that she cried pitifully the whole time, and he knew that
even if she was enjoying it, she still hated the idea of it.  And yet she
was absolutely powerless to resist the suggestion, offering her ass
passively to him every time he suggested it.

   Adam sighed and his eyes flicked towards the door for the umpteenth
time.

   And now, Betsy was at her appointment with Dr.  Elwyn - a Saturday
morning appointment.  And his stomach was in knots not knowing what was
happening there.  She'd kissed him as she walked out the door, tears
streaming down her cheeks, even as she calmly said she was going to her
doctor's appointment, and would be back in an hour or two.  The horror in
her eyes pierced Adam's heart.

   That had been twelve hours ago.

   Even worse, he'd found himself unable to leave the house - every time he
went for the door, he found himself sitting on the couch again, dazed, and
not sure how he'd gotten there.  Finally he'd given up, and after trying to
watch television for a short while, had settled into his current state of
fretting and trying to nap, which mostly just meant fretting with his eyes
closed.

   What could they really do to her, anyway?  It wasn't like they were
going to do something horrible to his wife.  Sure, they had that scary mind
control technology, and lord knows what else, but they couldn't do
something to her that would be so obvious that it would expose
them...right? Someone would notice.  Of course, Adam and Betsy had only
moved her a couple of months ago, and they didn't really know anyone
outside of their jobs...

   Adam leapt to his feet as he heard a key in the front door lock, and his
heart pounded with relief.  At least she was home.  Whatever had happened,
they'd deal with it together, and it would be fine.

   Adam waited for a few moments, and then frowned...there must be
something wrong with the lock, as Betsy (he assumed) just kept fumbling
with it, but it didn't unlock.  Finally, he stepped forward and unlocked
the door for her, and pulled it open.

   His eyes widened in shock as he stared at his wife.  She looked up at
him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

   "Oh my god," Adam choked out, involuntarily.

   Betsy, eyes wide with horror, choked out a sob.

   "I cou'nt figger out how to open the lock," she cried.

   Adam bit his lip to keep from crying himself as he looked at her.  He
gingerly took her hand and led her into the apartment, closing the door
behind her.  She walked forward, somewhat dazed, and then looked down
briefly and then up at her husband, eyes wide and filled with tears.

   "My boobies are real big now," she observed, plaintively.

   That was something of an understatement, Adam thought with horror as he
stared at them.  Betsy had always had nice, large, soft breasts - slightly
sagging D-cups that were nice and jiggly.

   Now...she sported monstrous, obviously fake tits.  They were almost
comically large, straining from release beneath the far-too-small white
t-shirt she'd worn this morning.  Her bra was obviously missing - not that
it would have helped her much anyway - and her rock hard nipples were
clearly outlined beneath the straining fabric.  In addition to her new (G?
H?) monster titties, it looked like her nipples had grown as well - they
were dark and poking out prominently beneath the white shirt....and he
thought they might have rings through them...

   He followed his wife as she wobbled into the room...her hips swayed
invitingly, and he realized she was wearing quite high heels.  In fact, he
didn't remember her owning any heels like that.  But he licked his lips as
they made her ass move quite temptingly beneath the jean skirt she was
wearing.

   She turned and sat on the couch, her huge too-firm tits swaying in front
of her.  As she settled down, her legs lifted up and back, spreading so
that her skirt slid up her hips, revealing her red-furred pussy.  Adam let
out a small, involuntary moan - even as horrified as he was, his cock had
gone rock hard as soon as he'd seen Betsy's new, massive tits...now that
she was displaying her wet cunt to him with the little changes there, it
jerked in his pants, threatening to cum all on its own.

   Her clit now sported a large gold ring, pulling it forward prominently -
piercings had always been one of Adam's fetishes, and one of Betsy's
biggest no-nos.  Another former no-no for Betsy was shaving her
pussy....but now it was utterly hairless other than a small red tuft above
her clit.  Her naked lips glistened with wetness, looking like they would
be perpetually ready for a cock to slide inside.

   Betsy was looking at her legs with a cutely furrowed brow, as though
confused about what they were doing.  She reached down and pushed on her
knees, forcing her legs down...but as soon as she let go they pulled back
up into their lewd position.  She tried this several times, as though she
might get a different result, and then finally looked up at Adam.

   "They won' stay down," she said, in a girlish pout.

   As she looked up at him, and Adam looked at her splayed thighs, he
realized with horror what they'd done.  He could see now (and helping her
take off her shoes proved it) that her feet seemed to be permanently
stretched into a position that would require heels for her to walk.  And
they must have done something similar in her legs - not quite as extreme,
but enough that her resting position when she sat down was for her to lift
her thighs, showing her cunt invitingly...completing the effect of the
huge-titted slut she appeared to be.

   "Oh god, Betsy," he moaned again, falling heavily to the couch next to
her.  She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

   "Don'...don' you like me no more?" she asked in a small, forlorn voice.
Adam was trying not to think about what her strange style of speech - like
a dumb bimbo - might mean.

   "Oh Betsy, of course...I...I love you just as much as always..."

   "Doctor El...El...win?  She said that you wanted me lookin' like this?
An'...an," she looked at him with desperation and accusation that turned
into an anguished sob, "an I'm not so smart no more, I don' think."

   Adam was unable to hold back a sob at what he'd involuntarily done to
his wife, his hand going to his mouth, and that was enough to make Betsy
burst into tears of her own.  She cried like a little girl and looked at
him with large, terrified eyes.

   "Please...please don' send me away, Adam...I love you...I din' mean to
be like this..."

   "Oh god, Betsy, no," he sobbed back at her, "I'd never...I love you so
much, and I'm so, so sorry..."

   He opened his arms and she fell forward into them, clutching at him and
sobbing into his shoulder.  Adam tried desperately to ignore her massive
tits rubbing up against him.  How could he be getting still more turned on
at a time like this, when his poor wife had been transformed into...into...

   He suddenly realized that she was rubbing against him, stroking her
huge, hard nipples against his chest and whimpering slightly.  She
smelled...like herself, only moreso...her scent was intoxicating.  She
lifted her head, with her wide green eyes and their newly vacant but so
loving look, and stared up at him.

   "I'll do anything you want me to," she breathed, in a pleading voice,
her eyes wide with desperation, "I'll be the bestest wife ever.  You kin
fuck me whenever you want...in my pussy...or...or my ass...fuck my big
titties...anything....I'll suck your cock every day, an' make you always
feel so good..."

   Her eyes flicked downward and her breathing quickened, her huge breasts
heaving under her shirt.

   "Here, I'll show you..."

   Before Adam could say anything in protest, her hand fell to his
sweatpants and began to stroke his cock through the fabric.  Adam let out
an involuntary moan at her fingers dancing over his cock.  She looked up at
him again with those big, pleading eyes.

   "You wanna cum on my new titties?"

   Adam let out a choked groan...and nodded.  That had always been a
particular fantasy of his, but one that Betsy had hardly shared.  She'd
always thought most of his somewhat off-kilter fantasies were weird, and
though she sometimes went along with them, she never would have suggested
one herself.

   But now...Betsy leaned back, and grabbed her t-shirt, lifting it up and
off her huge tits with one motion.  The enormous orbs bounced free for the
first time.

   Adam let out a moan.

   They were...amazing.  Too huge and firm to possibly be real, and yet not
the faintest line of surgery, or any indication that they were anything but
Betsy's own god-given tits.  Her huge nipples were darker than they had
been, and significantly thicker, and each sported a large golden ring
through it.  In some ways those were as shocking as the tits themselves,
given Betsy's former hatred of piercings.

   He realized Betsy was looking up at him apprehensively as he stared at
her new body.

   "Do you...do you like them?" she asked in an amazingly shy voice.

   "They're...magnificent," Adam breathed.

   Betsy just stared at him, her brow furrowing slightly.  Adam felt
slightly sick to his stomach (and a horrifying rush of arousal) as he
realized that she didn't know what that word meant any more.

   "They...Betsy, they are the prettiest tits I've ever seen."

   The grin that lit up Betsy's face was heartbreaking - she let out a
squeal of delight at his approval of her huge tits, clearly caring about
nothing but his happiness.  She then leaned forward and yanked Adam's
sweatpants down, allowing his rock hard cock to spring free.

   She looked up at him with a smoldering smile as her hand wrapped around
his cock and began to stroke it with her fingers.  She'd never been
particularly good at this before, but now Adam groaned as she seemed to hit
every spot perfectly, and yet was managing to keep him on the edge without
quite coming, even in spite of how aroused he was.

   As he groaned in pleasure, he realized she was muttering.

   "That's right, baby...I want your cum all of over my huge titties.  I
want to feel your hot cum spraying over them and on my big thick
nipples..."

   She continued to breathe her sluttish desires as Adam's arousal
ratcheted up and up - he'd always fantasized about her doing just this, but
Betsy never would have said such things before.  Adam heard a wet sound and
suddenly realized that Betsy was playing with herself while she stroked his
cock.

   With a yell of pleasure, Adam came.  His cock jerked and sprayed cum
everywhere across his wife's new massive tits.  Betsy was cumming as well,
her former breathy grunts now replaced with loud squeals of pleasure,
driving Adam to new heights as he listened to her shriek.

   Finally, after what seemed like forever, Adam fell away with a groan,
and stared at his wife.  Her tits were dripping with copious amounts of his
cum, as she shivered and whimpered, her own intense orgasm winding down.

   He watched as her face took on a brief, horrified look, as she suddenly
realized what she'd been doing, what she'd become, even with her greatly
reduced intellect.  She looked up at Adam and her eyes filled with tears.

   Then she looked down at her massive tits, and blinked away the tears as
she stared at Adam's cum.  Licking her lips, she lifted one huge breast to
her mouth and began to suck and slurp at it, licking off all of the cum,
shivering as she made little moans of pleasure.

   After she'd cleaned both her tits of his cum, she looked up at Adam,
whose cock was hardening again from the show, and her eyes lighted on his
softening cock.  She looked up into his eyes with a pathetically hopeful
smile.

   "Can I make you hard again?"
   To Be Continued...