Amazon Institute

by Ann Cousins

 

I was the only male who returned to the amazons. Amazon husband returns to the Institute. I was the only male who returned to the amazons! Rita was disappointed - but I was relieved. I wasn't too keen on exposing myself to other men with a bra in my pocket.

A solid-looking female wearing a panty girdle and bra and welcomed us at the entrance. The blonde-haired woman introduced herself a Helga. Rita was handed her nametag, which she pinned, to her black silk dress. 'Does he have his bra?' She asked.

Rita nodded and nudged my arm. I was prepared. Taking her lovely lace and satin bra form inside my jacket I showed it to the woman. I was not prepared for her smile. It dazzled me with its warmth.

'Oh you are a wonderful, wonderful human being.' She breathed. 'Welcome.' And them went back to stuffing her face with food. Clearly she was more interested in eating than representing the institute. Rita was unaware that this particular female was a prototype creation of Julia’s infamous clinic. I didn't know what to say.

'Just a couple of rules for you to remember just now. The staff will not speak to you directly; they will always address their questions via your wife. You will not speak without asking Rita's permission.'

I shrugged and the woman pinned my nametag to my lapel. I looked down. It read:

Rita's wife.'

Rita saw the question in my eyes.

'They'll give you a name if you ask for one.'

'But it will of course be a girls name.' Added Helga.

I felt their eyes on mine. 'May I speak?'

Rita replied. 'Speak.'

'I would like a name.'

The woman glanced at Rita. 'Alice.' She said. 'I'll call him Alice.' A thin-faced woman wearing a short leather dress and spiky heels touched Rita's arm. 'This way Rita - we have a little ceremony for named-wives.' Rita took my hand and we followed the tough young woman into a small alcove. She stood in front of a high desk and opened a leather-bound book. I became nervous. A small group of women had noticed us and were walking our way. I counted seven females circling us. The leather-clad woman started reading; 'Rita, your new wife has accepted her new role - do you now name her?' Rita smiled like a proud mother at a school prize-giving ceremony. 'I do.'

'And how do you name her?'

'I name her Alice.' She replied loudly.

I cringed. The leather-clad woman wrote on a nametag. Rita pinned it above my other tag. It read: 'Alice' just above, 'Rita's Wife.' The women began to applaud. My face burned. But they were genuinely happy for me. Rita was congratulated. 'She's so pretty?' One middle-aged woman said to Rita, 'may I speak with her?'

'Of course.' Rita replied.

I read the woman's nametag; it was her name and was Beatrice. 'Alice my dear, we want you to feel at home here. If I can do anything to help you - you must ask. This is a wonderful thing you are doing. Now drink this it will help with dry throat' She handed me a small tumbler of pink fluid and I quaffed it without question.

I mumbled my thanks and we entered the main building. Another group of women surrounded us. I felt like an exhibit at a zoo. A buxom matron wearing black taffeta frowned at Rita. 'Alice should be wearing shorts my dear. They should have told you at the door. Strip him for inspection first, we need to make an examination!'

Matron took a tape measure from her pocket and jotted down his dimensions. Then with surgical gloves ran her hands over every inch of his body. ` We need to make sure before enrolment. There have been impostors before so screening is necessary!" she nodded approvingly and muttered something about being potentially a good specimen.

Beatrice was still with us, she answered on our behalf. 'We were naming her - they never went back to the entrance.'

At that moment Helga arrived with my 'shorts'. I was uneasy. They were made of sheer white nylon - almost transparent. And they were women's shorts with the fastening and zipper at the back.

Rita accepted them and apologised. 'Put them on Alice. Get into your shorts.' We were now in a large circle of curious and eager females. 'What here in front of everybody?' I whispered desperately.

'You must never speak without Rita's permission Beatrice reminded me in a gentle voice.

I met Rita's eye. 'Permission to speak?' I asked sullenly.

Rita glared at me. She'd caught my tone. 'Speak.'

'Is there somewhere I can get changed - somewhere private?' Her smile disturbed me. 'But Alice,' she looked around, 'we're all women here - why would you need privacy?'

I expected someone to giggle. But they all just stared. 'You want me to expose myself in front of everybody?' I asked in a faint voice - but I already knew the answer.

'Hurry up.' She urged. 'Stop acting like a man!' I shivered. Of all the indignities I'd suffered at the hands of my wife this was by far the worst. As I removed my clothes every eye in that room crawled over my naked limbs. Covering my genitals with one hand I reached for the shorts. 'Don't forget the ribbon.' Beatrice whispered.

I glanced at Rita. Her face was crimson. She accepted the bright satin ribbon from Helga's outstretched hand.

I stared at the candy-pink length of ribbon and my stomach churned with fear.

'You tie it about your-----' Rita trailed off. 'You tie the ribbon - into a bow - around your penis.' Beatrice continued gently, 'the pink bow symbolises your new role and softens the male appendage.' The sheer intensity of my embarrassment threatened to rob my limbs of any remaining strength. Standing naked, in front of two dozens wide-eyed women, I attempted to tie pink satin ribbon around my limp penis. It was impossible - my fingers were like sausages. Beatrice came to my aid. She stood in front of me partially shielding me from the mob and quickly looped the bright pink satin about me. 'There' She said patting my pink-bowed penis as though it were a parcel she'd tied for posting. 'All done. Put your shorts on Alice.'

I was hot-faced and blazing with anger as I tugged the tight-fitting shorts up my rubbery legs. Rita zipped me up at the back and fastened the single pink button.

She stepped to one side and her eyes, along with every other eye in the room, settled on my groin. I too looked down. The snug-fitting sheer nylon short left nothing to the imagination. The outline of my penis - and the cute pink satin bow - was plain to see. I wanted to cry. I anted to run. But where does a man run when he is dressed in see-through ladies shorts and has a pink bow tied about his cock?

Rita was stunned and speechless until Helga spoke. 'Alice can go barefoot or wear mules.'

Rita shook herself. 'Mules.' She answered absently as she tore her eyes from my shorts. 'He'll, I mean Alice will wear mules.'

I stared down. They were strapless and backless ladies slippers. Three-inch heels made of pink patent leather. Beatrice held my arm as I screwed my toes into the candy-pink slippers.

Rita pinned my nametags to my shorts. 'Alice - Rita's Wife' next to my ribbon-clad cock!

Julia chose that moment to make her entrance. The assembled females parted to allow her to stand before me. Her shimmering gold satin outfit was outrageous. A tiny bra, even tinier panties, six-inch stiletto heels and a cape that flowed around her as she strode with a regal grace towards me. 'Alice!' She exclaimed, 'how lovely you look. Rita, she's adorable!'

Rita smiled. 'Thank you - you said you would use us for a special program?'

Julia answered Rita but her eyes remained on me. 'Yes - Alice will be perfect.

We intend using brainwashing and hypnotherapy to induce the growth of breasts. Alice will be educated and reprogrammed to become a true housewife. As she responds, her once-male body will change to suit the role.' I was hardly listening - and what I did hear sounded too fantastical for words - I was too intent on gazing at this magnificent woman. Her muscular and yet feminine body encased in gold, her fists-on-hips, legs astride stance electrified my senses.

Rita escorted me to the 'Clinic' and was babbling on about hormones and such. As Julia and me exchanged meaningful eye contact and highly sexual glances. By this time I was feeling a little giddy and suspected the drink I was given earlier had something to do with it.

They seated me in a comfortable leather dentist’s chair. My wrists and ankles were clamped to the same by slim leather straps. The lights were dimmed - but an overhead spotlight illuminated my chair. I could hardly see anyone else - but they all had a clear view of me. I heard the shuffle of chairs as two-dozen females prepared to watch.

Julia stood under the only light remaining in the room, a softly glowing spotlight suspended from the ceiling. And as she started to speak, I gazed at her, and the rest of the room stared at me!

'The purpose of the therapy is to physically feminise males as quickly and efficiently as possible. This can only be achieved when the recipient of our skills is as co-operative as possible. Therefore indoctrination into the female anatomy is a must for the mental preparation of the Amazon-wife!' Julia turned to me. Our eyes met. I was probably in a hypnotic trance already, for she had this amazing powerful stare that mesmerised you. 'You have taken your first important steps Alice, but your mental state needs to adjust to the dramatic changes to your body is about to undergo. And, since you have the rudimentary components for breast development, whether you agree or not, you are going to have a bosom. Nature designed men to be eventually feminised as part the evolutionary cycle of Homo sapiens. The most effective way to understanding and accept your destiny is by education. So we have devised the easy route to becoming a woman. Enforcement works for some, but we believe the intelligent heterosexual male can be persuaded to succumb to his new role in a more civilised way. So be prepared for a most enlightening journey towards womanhood. Regard it as an illuminating adventure on a spiritual path of Transformation!'

I was becoming more and more uneasy. My excitement at meeting her again was evaporating into a state of overwhelming fear and confusion. And then I began to take an interest in her crazy ideas as though they were the laws of the universe. Transfixed by her words I was like a blank piece of paper onto which anything she transcribed became a reality.

'Whilst you are away from the Amazon Institute you are strongly advised to read and study hard everything you can about female biology. Since you are to become so thoroughly feminised it is your duty to learn all there is know about females. It is for your own good and that of the Institute, that you understand the unique biology of women. At this moment in time we consider you to be a non-biological female! All the necessary elements of the female breast already exist as part of your anatomy in a lesser degree. We aim to enhance these components to such an extent as to become a functional and beautiful bosom for everybody to admire. The process varies with the individuals and only your wife can control their development and the size. So we trust in her and all will be well.'

Julia walked to the back of my chair. Facing the assembled guests she placed her palms on my chest and addressed her audience.

'Alice already has breasts. She already has nipples. All we need now is to educate her mind and her body to make them grow. Suckling helps. Sexual stimulation helps. Massage helps. Over the next few hours you, the Amazon ladies, will assist our latest member to realise her potential as a woman.' Helga approached with a pair of headphones. Displaying then to the women Julia explained, 'Alice will hear my words over and over again. As she digests my thoughts, your hands and fingers, your lips and tongues will do their work.' I squirmed as Helga fitted the headphones to my ears. I saw Beatrice and the woman wearing black taffeta approach. Where was Rita? Julia's words echoed in my head as though a direct link to my brain. 'Relax and breath deeply. You are a woman. A lovely young woman with heavy ripe breasts-----' I felt a sharp prick in each buttock and a gas mask placed over my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman in a mask and rubber gown brandishing a hypodermic needle. My body was numb from the waist down for minutes until a wave of heat coursed my veins. A hot flush hit my brow and faintly heard the nurse speak, momentarily drowning out Rita’s voice. ' The hormones are working nicely. Notice the flushed cheeks. It means his brain chemistry is changing rapidly for feminisation!' I tried to concentrate but Beatrice was leaning over me. Her thick fingers tweaked at my left nipple. A second hand, aged and wrinkled cupped my right breast. I closed my eyes and surrendered. Lips sucked contentedly at my breast. My nipple came alive. Then consciousness slipped away and a darkness be felled my inner world. A swirling sound like ocean waves seemed to drown out Julia’s voice. Deeper and deeper I fell into a black chasm and then unconsciousness. A strange dream appeared and my thoughts were filled with feminine cloths and such. It was as though I had regressed to a small boy and saw my future as a girl. Dressed in a party frock with flounce skirts held flared above my knees with layers and layers of petticoats.

These dreams were so vivid it seemed almost real. Then in the background Rita’s voice grew louder and louder and I realised I was coming out of the anaesthetic. As I came to the blurred images in front of me went into focus and Julia’s face was inches from mine. Her steely blues eyes pierced me to the core and my first thought was what had happened to my body.

'Yes Alice, you have my permission to look at your breasts now!' Julia grinned down at me with lustful eyes.

The chair was tilted forwards and I hesitantly glanced downwards. My mouth was dry from the anaesthetic and could not speak or utter any reaction at what I saw. All I remember was the feeling deep within me of a mixture of joy and terror simultaneously. Julia must have recognised my psychological shock and tried to reassure me of how beautiful I looked. 'Fabulous aren’t they Alice! You’ll get used to them in time and Rita will help you to adjust in your new role!'

Then a resounding applause spontaneously arose as I tried to climb down from the chair. The Amazons approved voluminously at my transformation and each one of them came a kissed me tenderly to congratulate my inauguration. Again I glanced at my chest too anxious at what I might see, only to confirm my worst suspicions. They were large all right much bigger than I ever imagined or anticipated. As I gingerly took my first steps towards the changing rooms I could feel the bouncing flesh tug at my chest. Then they wobbled from side to side like uncontrollable jelly moulds, still tender and sore but exciting nonetheless. I could not wait to have them encased in a soft fabric brassiere to relieve me of this lack of control over my body. As I stepped into the cubicle Rita stood there in front of me with a beaming smile and armed with her bra, my bra she had donated. She clasped me to her bosom and an indescribable energy coursed between us and showed my face with loving kisses. Gently she put on the bra around my middle and slid it upwards to my heaving bosom, careful not to abrade my sore nipples, and then she slipped my arms through the straps and adjusted them to hoist up my weighty breasts.

The secret weapon.

Once Rita got Alice home she took full advantage of him and sealed his fate for life. The next few weeks were more or less an indoctrination process of condition his mind to accept a new role as a female. Rita intentionally wanted him to begin thinking and acting like a woman so as he would prepared for Julia’s secret weapon.

In confidence Rita had been told of a completely new device Julia was experimenting with and wanted male volunteers to test it out. Because Julia had such a powerful influence in many areas of technology she had managed to persuade an electronic engineer to create a machine that changed the human bodies shape by a sort matrix modifier. It was known for many years that people have an electric field around their body and if health deteriorated, it showed up in this invisible electronic aura. So the theory was that by realigning this field, then health would return. However Julia had other purposes in mind for such a machine and wanted to use it for her goals of mass feminisation of all males on the planet. She commissioned a female electronics expert to modify the device and convert it to reshape the human body. Rita was asked to bring Alice to the Amazon Institutes clinic at a clandestine address, for a test session. As she arrived with Alice in tow an atmosphere of quiet excitement pervaded the laboratory. She was introduced to Debra the electronic programmer who smiled and began eying Alice with a professional scrutiny. Then Julia ordered him to be prepared. "Nurse please give him the necessary medication!"

Alice was forcibly moved to a medical couch and given an injection. He had a tube inserted into the anus and a cannular in her arm. Rita explained she needed special lipids and proteins pumped into his body for the process to start. " The most difficult area to develop in she males and transsexuals is of course the hips and buttocks even with the use of conventional hormones. We believe this machine circumvents this and we hope to bring about dramatic improvements to shaping!"

Afterwards he was weighed and measured and then put in a scanning machine to plot her existing body matrix. The data was automatically fed into the computer. Then Debra took over.

" Sit him in that chair over there please Rita"! She pointed to a strange looking seat that looked at little like a dentists chair, but with a large cut-out section for the buttocks.

Then applying a gel to various points on his body and attaching electrodes, he was then strapped to the chair. Quickly returning to her control centre in front of the computer, she made some calculations and began typing in the programme parameters and turned to Julia with an engaging smile. Then explained about the chair. "As you may have noticed the open space in the chair, it is designed to set up a strong electromagnetic field that contains particular buttock parameters I set into the proramme!"

" It is all ready now, what shall we start with, 42 hips or larger perhaps?" Julia said in a controlled tone. " I think we should go for maximum, don’t you, how about you Rita; do you like your lovers with really big bottoms?" Rita was quite stunned at first, never expecting anything like this to actually happen.

"Well I must admit a large bottom and wide hips are very nice, but exactly how big can you really make her?"

Debra reassured that theoretically there were no limits. " We can go way beyond 42 inches if you like, but it does not happen overnight. I set the parameters to alter her electric field to whatever you wish, and then he comes back for an hour’s session every day for a week or two. After a while the expansion and pelvic growth takes place and you begin to see the physical changes. But I must know now what the target size is to be!"

Rita was in a quandary. This all seemed like science fiction stuff to her and found it difficult to comprehend. " I don’t want to make a decision that I regret. How about a touch more that 42 to see how it works out, shall we say 45 inches for now?"

"Excellent choice!" Julia beamed. Then Debra rapidly keyed in the commands to the computer.

A sound emitted from the machine that was quite eerie, much like space odyssey stuff and Rita’s face went quite white. What had she done to her husband? Thinking to herself there was no turning back now and inwardly prayed it would all turn out well.

Debra enthusiastically watched the screen as the body matrix pattern began to alter. Julia began to guffaw as poor Alice squirmed in her chair. She clearly felt something happen to her hips and began to protest. "Rita please stop this at once. I beg of you don’t make my bottom any bigger!" Julia laughed even louder and Debra began to giggle. Meanwhile Rita did not know whether to laugh or cry. The atmosphere was filled with a manic sense of breaking all the laws of nature. It had empowered the women abundantly, intentionally or otherwise in the case of Rita. "Be brave my darling it will all be over soon and I shall still love you!"

Some 3 weeks since Rita had taken Alice to the laboratory she began to notice changes to his/her body. His panties were getting tighter and she had to buy him a size larger. " How are you feeling today my darling?" Alice was a little sullen. " Well not too bad, but it is this constant tingling in my bottom that is unnerving. Sometimes in bed at night I dream of strange and bizarre things about women’s hips all expanding before my eyes!" Rita tried to console him. "Don’t worry too much my sweet, it will all turn out for the best!"

As the weeks went by Rita found that the trips to the lingerie shop became quite an adventure and the sales staff looked forward to seeing Alice upgrade his panties.

"Hello Alice what size do we think we are today then?" an assistant would gloatingly comment. Then taking a tape measure would announce loudly to everyone in the shop. " My, my Alice we have become a big girl, that’s a size 18 we need today. I hope you know your sizing measurements. Just in case you haven’t your hips are 41 inches in girth!"

A murmuring and tittering went around the shop filing the air with feminine approval. Rita redressed Alice and took him back home. The event had made her quite wet between the legs and wanted to express her excitement with some lovemaking with Alice.

" Alice darling, go to the bedroom and put on your loveliest nightdress, you look so gorgeous in the shop I want to celebrate!" These episodes went on for many weeks to follow and a regular check up at the clinic confirmed that Alice was well on target. Even Rita began to acknowledge that Alice was developing rapidly as she saw how his buttocks started filling the gap in the chair.

Julia made a personal inspection on one of these occasions and brought all the staff together to view her success in a lifetime ambition. She stood Alice in front of the gathered crowd of women, where Alice wore nothing other than his panties and bra and bending him over to the view of others. A gasp of astonishment rippled throughout as Julia announced. " Well ladies we have made a major breakthrough in feminisation. I am proud of you all and especially Alice for becoming and honorary woman with 45 inch hips! This is a day will be marked as one of the greatest achievements in the history of the Amazon Institute. From now on there is no stopping us, today one male becomes a woman, tomorrow it will be men all over the world! A round of applause rang the laboratory and Rita’s fears melted away as she saw just how beautiful and plump her `wife` had become. No regrets now as she flushed with pride at the new Alice.

 

 

 

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