Control and Transformation

by Dave Hicks

 

1

 

Anthropomorphic constructs are real like people, except they’re grown in a vat of some kind, in a factory somewhere. No one really cares. They don’t live as long as ‘real’ people. Most people just call them anthroes. They have no rights under the law. In the majority of cases, they get treated the same as any other form of property - like the way most people treat a horse or a dog, I guess. People can sometimes get fond of anthroes - but never think of them as truly human. It’s a shame in a way. In some ways, they seem to me to be more human than ‘real’ humans, at times. Perhaps people need to have some section of society to victimize. Who better than an anthro who can’t fight back?

The Ancon Company made the best anthro control implants. You get what you pay for in this world and Ancon made you pay plenty - if you really wanted the best. I wanted the best and I could easily afford it.

The implant was a pea-sized device, easily placed at the base of the anthro’s skull. A handheld display with inbuilt keyboard, allowed me to enter whatever commands or programs I wished the anthro to obey. For convenience, there was a bracelet the anthro’s owner could wear, with studs spaced around it. Each stud could be conveniently programmed to issue regularly used commands - without having to operate the display each time.

The basic anthro implants controlled only behaviour. The expensive ones could be programmed to change an anthro’s attitudes and beliefs. The best were even capable of changing and removing memories.

 

2

 

"Can I help you?" the attractive young anthro asked, as I entered the offices of Ancon.

"I want to buy the best controller you make, please," I informed her. "I don’t care about the price."

"That would be our latest model," she smiled. "The AC-4E. It’s the most powerful anywhere and has every feature you could need. Is your anthro available for implantation?"

"It’s not quite as simple as that," I said. "I’m afraid this is going to take a little explaining."

"I’m sure we can help you," she smiled, waiting for me to continue. "The Ancon Company prides itself on being able to fulfil ever customer’s need."

"I want to buy two controllers, not just one," I continued. "One for the anthro and one for me. I want her to have a non-removable bracelet that will control me. I wish to use only one display to program both implants. Are you with me so far?"

"Certainly," she nodded. "I assume, you wish to be the only person to be able to program both implants – the implant in you will use the bracelet, which you will give to her to use."

"That’s correct," I replied. "Can you do it?"

"It’s an unusual request," she smiled, "But yes. We can provide that."

"How do you want to do the implantation procedure?" I inquired.

"Do you already own the anthro you wish to implant?"

"Not yet," I replied. "I thought to have them both installed at the same time - after I buy her. I’ll program both controllers some time after that."

"That’s certainly not a problem," she nodded. "Although it’s illegal for any anthro to program a controller, it’s not illegal for them to use one – should you wish them to."

 

3

 

My next task was to purchase an anthro. Again, I bought the very best - exactly what a wanted. She was a mature, well-rounded female with large permanently lactating breasts. I named her May. I took her to Ancon and had the second device implanted in her.

I gave her a purchase card, with a large credit balance, to allow her to buy whatever she wanted – now and in the future. We went shopping and she bought clothing and personal items she felt she needed right away. The anthro company only provide them with what they stand up in. She could shop alone again later, for what else she needed.

After we arrived at my home, I showed her to our bedroom where she started putting away all the items she’d bought. While she was busy, I began programming her controller and the bracelet to control me.

Firstly, I programmed May so she would never be aware she was controlled by me. She immediately forgot she’d had an implant. She was aware she couldn’t legally program the bracelet, because she was an anthro, but I could be ordered to program the bracelet for her, should she require it. In this way, she could make me behave in anyway she desired - provided I didn’t veto her idea.

I made her caring and domesticated. I gave her a highly nurturing and feminine nature. She would be passionate about breast-feeding me and would adore having large lactating breasts.

She would always find me sexually exciting and want to control me but would not feel that way about anyone else. I made her very keen to control me. She would take pride in her appearance, especially the support garments she wore and would dress in a way she felt I found attractive and sexually pleasing. I gave her a healthy sex drive and the ability to orgasm very easily, strongly and repeatedly but only when I either sucked her clitoris or made love to her. She had no wish to masturbate. Her breasts would leak whenever she was sexually aroused.

My second task was to program the bracelet so she could control me. I would add more commands to both implants at a later time, as I thought of them.

I gave her the bracelet.

"This is for you," I told her, as we sat together on the rear veranda of the house. "You use the bracelet to control me. I can’t use it because I'm not wearing it and it can’t be removed."

She placed it around her wrist and snapped it shut.

"Please, tell me what each button does," she asked enthusiastically.

I showed her each stud in turn.

"This gives me an erection," I told her. "I can’t have one, unless you give one to me. Since I can’t operate the bracelet, only you can ever make me aroused. This will make me orgasm and ejaculate on command.

"Will these commands always work on you?" she asked cautiously. "Even when you don’t want them to?"

"Always," I smiled. "I have no control over my sexual functions anymore. You completely control that aspect of my life now."

"That’s so wonderful, David," she smiled broadly. "You’re now totally sexually obedient to me. Even if you don’t want to be."

"That’s absolute true."

"What do the others do?" she asked, snuggling closer to me. "This is so exciting."

"The next one forces me to masturbate. I’ll continue to masturbate until you press the same stud again. The same happens if you press the studs that force me to suck your breasts or vagina. Again, I can’t prevent myself obeying you."

"I’m going to love being able to make you feed from my breasts," she said.

"I’m glad you like it, May,"

"Oh I do," she smiled. "But aren’t you afraid I’ll misuse it, David? Normally, it’s the owner who controls the anthro - not the other way around."

"I’m rather hoping you won’t abuse it," I answered her. "It’s something I've wanted to do for a very long time. I've been looking forward to being completely sexually controlled by a beautiful woman."

"I’m sure I won’t abuse," she smiled. "I love you very much and I want so much to make you happy. I’m going to love being able to excite you - whenever I wish. And thank you for calling me a woman."

She thought for a moment.

"When we make love," she remarked, "I could give you an erection that would remain until for as long as I wanted it to. And you wouldn’t be able to orgasm unless I allowed you to. Does that worry you?"

"It’s what I want," I replied.

"I would be in total control," she cautioned.

"That’s correct," I nodded. "I have no control over any of that at all, anymore. As far as sex is concerned, I’m completely controlled by you now."

She gave me a hug.

"Thankyou so much, David," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "It’s a wonderful thing you’ve given me. I really do appreciate it. I’ll try very hard to make you happy."

"I’m sure you will, May."

 

4

 

Later, when May was preparing the evening meal, I added more instructions to her implant. Once I have completed entering the commands into the display, she now wanted me to become as feminine as possible. However, I would still have a fully functioning penis. What other parts of me were to be changed, I left entirely to her to decide. She was to find her own ways of achieving these goals. The purchase card I’d given to her would provide more than enough credit to allow her to do anything she wanted. I felt, not knowing how she would achieve my almost complete feminisation, would make it a much more an interesting and authentic experience for me.

She came into the lounge and sat close beside me.

"The dinner is almost ready, my love," she announced, with a cheery smile.

"What are we having?" I asked.

"I’ve made something really nice," she replied, "But I’ve only made a small portion for you. You’re mostly living on my milk now."

"I like that idea," I smiled.

"I’d hoped you would, David. I really want to feed you so much. With the amount of milk I produce, you won’t need to eat much solid food, anymore."

"That’s great," I laughed. "It’s just what I’ve always wanted."

"Would you like me to feed you now?" she asked. "I could force you to feed - if you wanted me to."

"There’s no need to force me - this time, May," I smiled. "I’m quite willing to be fed, thankyou."

"That’s wonderful," she smiled, undoing the front of her dress. "I do so love feeding and exciting you."

I lay with my head in her lap. As she exposed her breast, she pressed a stud on her bracelet and I immediately became fully erect. While I sucked her nipple, she gently stroked my penis.

 

5

 

That evening, when we went to bed, I undressed, lay on the bed and watched her undress. She removed her dress and bra and stood naked at the foot to the bed. She really did have a lovely body - just the way I’d designed her.

"Do you like me?" she smiled, giving me an erection.

"Yes I do," I replied.

"I so glad you do," she smiled, climbing into bed beside me. "I noticed you become excited when you looked at me. You really should learn to control yourself more."

I ran my fingers over her breast. I noticed her nipples were leaking.

"I want you to make love to me now, David," she whispered, pressing a stud on her bracelet.

As if I had no will of my own, I lay on top of her and entered her. She orgasmed within moments. As soon as her orgasm had finished, she caused my penis to become flaccid once again.

"Aren’t you going to let me come?" I asked her, a little disappointed.

"Oh no," she laughed. "I might need you again later. I’d much rather keep you just a little frustrated for a while."

She forced me to empty her breasts then fell asleep. Shortly afterwards, I joined her.

 

6

 

Next morning, when I awoke, she was sitting on the bed next to me.

"I have wonderful news, David," she announced.

"What’s that?" I asked, still half asleep.

"I don’t need to bother you each time I want to program the bracelet."

"What?" I asked, in alarm. "You can’t do that."

She laughed.

"Yes I can," she explained. "The anthro at Ancon whispered the access code to me, when you had your implant installed. I never want you to punish her for what she did. She’s an anthro too and she did it to help me."

It appeared, she was still unaware I controlled her.

"So what have you done?" I asked.

"I’ve made it so only I can program the bracelet," she smiled. "I spent half an hour learning how to do it and then I programmed you, while you were still asleep. You have to obey any command I give you now. Isn’t that wonderful. I’ve changed the access code - so only I can use the display. I know what I did was illegal but no one’s ever going to know."

I didn’t reply. What else could I do? I was trapped. Without knowing the access code, I couldn’t control her or change the programming of the bracelet.

 

7

 

"I’ve got such a busy morning ahead of me," May said excitedly, over the breakfast table. "There are all sorts of things I need to buy to make you totally feminine."

Without thinking, I reached across to her and gave one of her breasts, a gentle squeeze.

"It’s so hard for you to keep your hands off my breasts now," she smiled. "I’ve programmed you to love them so much."

She pressed my hand against her breast

"It’s so very exciting," she smiled. "And you’re going to have a lovely bosom too. You’re going to be really totally feminine woman soon – except for your penis. It’s my fondest wish come true. I know we’re both going to be so happy when I’ve finished transforming you."

I nodded to her.

"I’m going to buy everything I need this morning," she chatted happily. "There’s such a lot I have to get. Clothes and hormones. Lots of other things too."

She rose from her chair and picked up her bag from the table. She gave me a kiss.

"I’ll be as quick as I can," she smiled, reassuringly. "You’re not to worry about anything."

 

8

 

I awoke in bed with a medical dressing between my legs. I knew I was no longer a man. I’d been castrated. May sat on the bed beside me, gently stroking my forehead.

"You’re going to be a little sore for a few days, my love," she said gently. "I’ve given you something to help with the pain."

I nodded to her and reached between my legs.

"Now don’t worry about down there," she said. "I won’t be giving you a vagina or anything like that. You’ll still have your lovely penis. When you want to go to the toilet, just tell me and I’ll change the dressing for you."

"Can I get out of bed?" I asked.

"You can, if you like, David," she answered. "But you might find walking a little painful, for the first few days because I’ve also started to broaden your hips. You must tell me if the pain gets too bad and I’ll give you something more to help with it. Don’t try to be brave and put up with the discomfort."

 

9

 

"This is what I’m going to use to fill your body full of Bio-plast," she informed me.

She had a hand held cylindrical device, connected by a thin tube to a plastic container of synthetic gel.

"I wanted to show it to you. It gives me wonderful control over how big I’m going to make you. It will all look and feel quite natural - once it’s a permanent part of you. I’ll be able to control the size and firmness of any part of your body quite easily. I’m going to make you look so very nice and feminine. Especially your breasts. And all the synthetic hormones you’re getting now are important too - because they’re going to make you think and feel like a woman."

 

10

 

"I feel sick," I told her, leaning over the edge of the bed.

"I know, my dear one," she replied sympathetically, sitting beside me. "That’s all the hormones I’m giving you. You body’s literally swimming in them. They’ll make you quite moody and depressed at times."

I was sick into the bucket next to the bed.

"I’m sorry they make you ill but it has to be done this way. Your brain and body will take some time getting used to them. It’s similar to what happens to a woman in the early stages of pregnancy. You’re having the equivalent of morning sickness, my love. I’ll just keep reminding you how wonderful you’re going to look."

I didn’t reply. She wiped my mouth with a handkerchief she had between her breasts.

"It’s really worth going through all the discomfort," she reminded me. "You’re going to be such an overly feminine and beautiful woman."

"I feel like I want to start crying," I said, leaning back in the bed.

"That’s wonderful," she smiled. "Real women cry all the time. You should cry as much as you can - from now onwards. Don’t try to hold back the tears. Remember, you’re not a man anymore; you don’t have to pretend to be brave. There’s no reason why you can’t have a good sob, whenever you want. You just cry on my shoulder or on my breasts. It will help you cope with all the new feminine emotions you’re going to be experiencing, in the future."

"How long will this go on for?" I asked, feeling miserable.

"The nausea should pass in a few weeks to a month," she smiled patiently. You’re always going to be a lot more emotional now, especially in the first few months. You’ll start thinking more and more like a woman, as time goes on. And the changes will be permanent. That’s what these particular hormones do to you."

"I’m not so sure I like the idea of all this anymore," I complained. "It’s not working out the way I’d planned."

"I know you’re going to be depressed at times," she said. "And you may want to stop me changing you. You’re bound to feel this way occasionally. That’s the reason why I programmed you to obey me. You can’t stop me from transforming you now. The instructions I've given you, will force you to become a very feminine woman as we planned, even if it’s against your will. No matter how hard you try to fight it, it’s got to happen now. Try to remember, it is what you’ve always wanted."

"I don’t want you programming me," I responded.

"Total obedience is just about the only thing I’ve programmed you for, my darling," she replied. "Will you let me explain why I did it?"

I nodded. She smiled sympathetically.

"As your body and thinking changes," she continued, "and your breasts become so large and heavy - you may wish you didn’t have them and want to change your mind. It’s only to be expected. Your back and shoulders with get sore at times. I expect we’ll go through some difficult times - before you’ll eventually be forced to accept the fact that you’re always going to be the woman I’ve turned you into."

"Just as long as you don’t play around with my head anymore," I begged her.

"Oh my love," she smiled patiently. "There’s going to be times when you may even hate me for what I’ve done to you. I understand that. It’s not easy being a truly feminine woman. Everything about you will be so exaggerated. But I’m sure we’ll get through it together. Just remember - I love you so much and I always want you to be happy."

 

11

 

"What do you think?" she asked, holding up a very large full-length body suit. "You’ll have to start wearing one of these."

"It’s so big," I remarked.

"This body suit will fit you soon," she replied. "Eventually, I’ll enlarge your breasts even more than this is capable of supporting."

"Surely I’m not going to be bigger than that?" I asked, pointing to the massive cups of the body suit she held.

"Of course you are," she laughed. "You’re going to have even larger breasts than I have."

"You’ve got to be joking," I replied in amazement.

"Oh no, my love," she smiled. "By the time we’re finished, your breasts will be very large and shapely. Quite extraordinary. Unique in fact."

"But that’s ridiculous," I said. "I’ll never be able to carry them around."

"That’s one of the reasons I warned you about hating me - for what I’m going to do to you," she explained. "That’s why I had to program you, so you’ll obey me from now onwards. It’s going to take you quite some time to learn to live with the problems your new breasts are going to cause you, in the future. It’s going to be a little hard for you at times. It’s not going to be at all easy for you but I’m going to do everything I can to help you cope."

I was too stunned to reply. I stared at the body suit, not fully believing that it would become a normal part of what I would have to wear in the future.

 

12

 

The area where she’d removed my testes, healed quickly. She started enlarging my body. It didn’t matter how much I argued with her, she took it all in good humour, always patiently explaining to me; it was the hormones affecting my moods and reminding me; it was what I wanted. She never became angry or frustrated at my rude and emotional behaviour.

I tried to stop her infusing more Bio-plast into me, but discovered I was completely unable to resist her instructions. I became depressed and angry. I regretted what I had done to myself, but I was completely helpless to do anything to change it. Day after day, she continued to enlarge my body. I wished I’d never bought the controllers.

 

13

 

After two months, she’d finished changing me. I had become an overweight woman with a very large heavy bosom.

"We’ll do special exercises every day, to strengthen your back and shoulders," she smiled. "Hopefully, that’ll make things a little easier for you."

"But I still have to carry the things around all the time," I argued, referring to my breasts.

She smiled patiently.

"For those times when you need to leave the house, I’ll lace you into one of the full-length corsets I've bought for you. You’ll be able to walk around in one, without too much difficulty. And they’ll give you a wonderful shape. While we’re at home, you can wear a body suit or even a normal bra. I’ll always look after you and attend to everything you need. You know I'm always going to love looking after you and helping you."

I started crying. She comforted me.

"It’s okay, my darling," she said soothingly. "You know it’s what you’ve always wanted to be. You’re now becoming a very feminine and ample woman, with the most spectacular figure, a woman could have. I’m sure you’ll be happy, once you get used to it."

"But I don’t want to be like this," I sniffed.

"But you’re always going to be like this," she smiled patiently. "You look so lovely now. You’ve become more attractive every day."

"I’m just a big lump of Bio-plast," I stated.

"You’re a wonderful, well rounded woman now," she corrected me. "And just bursting with female hormones."

She gave one of my great synthetic breasts a gentle squeeze.

"And you look and feel so natural," she remarked. "Everyone will think you’re just beautifully plump lady with a marvellous bosom. They’ll all be so jealous of you. I’m sure of it. You just wait and see."

"I don’t want to be like this," I repeated.

"But you have to be like this now, my love," she replied sympathetically. "You know Bio-plast is absolutely permanent. There’s no way it can ever be removed. That’s one of the reasons why I chose to use it. I’m sure you’ll get used to it in time. This is the start of a whole new, wonderful life for you. I want so much to make you happy."

 

14

 

By an act of chance, I found a slip of paper in one of May’s drawers with a number on it. I thought it might be the access code to the controller display. It was. I changed the code.

I programmed May to forget she had ever been able to alter the commands to the bracelet. From now onwards she would believe the bracelet instructions were fixed. I removed the instruction she’d inserted so I no longer had to obey any command she gave me. Apart from the controls I’d originally put into the bracelet, I was free. I’d been very fortunate to find the piece of paper with the code.

I was tired of the whole complicated mess. There was nothing I could do about my body. I would remain the way I was until I died. The best thing to do was to learn to live with the situation the way it was. Perhaps in time, I would like being the way I was. I resolved never to change any more of the commands to either implants. I knew if I started putting more commands into the display, only problems would result. Perhaps next time, I would be so lucky.

I had a very attractive partner who was devoted to me. I had always wanted to be a feminine woman and now I was. In some ways, with my penis still intact, I had the best of both worlds.

I decided to quit - while I was still ahead.

 

The End.

 

 

 

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