Delta Dip

by Peter Joseph

  

I figured I was still not quite 'with it' as I got out of that small plane.

I walked towards the Land Rover, hardly noting anything of the pretty young thing that ran to take my place in the plane before it left for the two hours flight back to Alice.

I had arrived, I thought, I walked up to the vehicle to see the tall Amazon looking Denise and the smaller older Maria.

Welcome Pete, said Denise looking me up and down. "nicely packed" she observed, "we can make something of you".

Funny comment I thought, and stored away that she was nicely packed herself, and that I might like to try a little unpacking during these three months we were to share this remote spot.

We had better get you started said Denise, perhaps reading my thoughts or at least my eyes, because there was something wry and curt about her moving me on.

Driven back, Maria showed me my room and laid out the clothes I would need for this exercise session.

'Company Lavender color' I noted and pulled the tennis dress garment over my undies. I did not feel strange. Sylvia told me that they needed a remote and hot location to prepare me for work in the Middle East. They had negotiated this spot deep in Arrerente Woman's Dreaming country. As a gesture of respect for the long suffering aboriginal, I did not find it had to dress as a woman. The days promised utmost rigor. I was on a special diet and would sleep for six of ever twelve hours. My day was to commence with intense exercises at 3.00pm and after culture studies I would be asleep at 9.00pm awake at 3.00am with the computer language followed by unarmed combat and fatigue work until sleep again at 9.00am. So I would have two days packed into every twenty four hours, and no days off!

The program was intensive and exhaustive, meant to test emotional toughness. If I did not make it through, I would have a desk job and the big money and opportunity live in another culture would be lost. I was there to work!

Denise worked me over something horribly. I thought she upped the ante especially for me. To stir her up, I would peep at her breasts, and she would go sort of ballistic and work me over some more.

That woman has trouble accepting that she was a delectable root – I thought!

I was limped and wrecked when it was done, and was pleased that Maria was there to help me in and out of the shower.

I was too tired to care what she saw of what was left of me. The sweet lady put me on a massage couch and worked with liniment, heat prodding, and static/laser implements to take pain from my muscles and joints.

She shepherd me into the shower and stood with the great soft towel when the water went off.

Did you see the aboriginal ladies looking at you when you came in. We always dress formally for the evening meal - and that is before the second sleep of your day.

We have a special formal gown for you as the aboriginal ladies want us to respect their lore.

She bid me to slump in the chair and did some work with a scissors to tame my main so I did not look too ridiculous wearing the lavender gown.

What a day, I thought as she splashed and waxed me so I would pass the muster.

After weeks of tests I reported to Delta Diplomacy. They had me to the private hospital and put me under an anesthetic as the computer chips were imbedded in parts of my body.

"It will help you endure the climate change and stress working with the Saudi" Sylvia had said.

When I came out of the theatre I was decked in the Delta Diplomacy lavender shirt and escorted by a Delta Force corporal as we flew business class to Alice Springs.

I slept much of the time and when I did woke, the corporal was there priming me with the chardonnay as we ate and chatting.

"You have no idea how much we appreciate you DeltaDip folk. We come in and bust heads, you are the ones who set us up and repair the damage. We could not operate without you guys. They bury you deep, no one ever knows the value of your work and what you are doing.

I love this escort work because several times my life has been saved by a DeltaDip.

I think I was have whacked by the chardonnay by the time I got on the light plane. Funny that he gave me the wink as I got out of the plane. I had received another wink as I left the private hospital. Strange!

"You are ready" said Maria, recalling me from my thoughts. I caught a glimpse of myself I the mirror. "Shit" I said "I really look like a Sheila. Wish is did not have to put up with this. it is hard enough having Denise grinding me up"

Maria laughed "you have to have discipline in this job Pete. The clothing is not much to ask to keep these people happy. We are pleased they allow us on their land.

I came out and the group of women tittered around me. The older one put her hands over my head and led singing and singing and chanting over me. When done she put her hand on my artificial breasts, and said "Tits, you tits, tits country. Welcome. You very pretty"

I don't remember too much more about their visit, but when they left Maria poured me a generous chardonnay raised her glass and with a smile said "to your tits."

I sipped heavily and looked over to Denise, who was not joining the laughter, and I raised the glass to her once more and said: "proper tits".

She did not look too amused, but Maria shrieked with laughter and I wondered what was going on between them.

I had my six hours sleep, and did the culture, language and computer work with Maria, and thereafter to pay for my sins, Denise pummeled me again and again.

I thought she was going a little to hard, so I tried to match her, but she had the balance and the speed so again and again I ended on the ground or was calling for release from her headlock

I knew she was working me over and I was not keen to submit to her, so I kept trying, long after it was costing me.

At one point she had me in that head lock and was grinding me away, and with sheer impishness, I put my tongue out and licked her breasts. She quickly let go of me, and I pined her hands and with my head buried in those succulent hills, said "got you".

She was none too pleased and I paid again in the second session when she roared at me again and again to get on with those press ups.

After each of those sessions, day after day, as the days gave way to weeks it was Maria who kept me going.

She was always there after every one of Denise's sessions, prodding me with that laser, applying the ultra sound and massaging life back into my exhausted body

I always felt savored by her care and nothing was too much trouble for her as she recovered and prepared my aching flesh. She always put extra work into me preparing me for the formal dinner at which I always felt cool, relaxed and gentled.

The clothes were pretty much the same day after day. I would wear the tennis skirt for the physical stuff, a formal gown for the formal meal and a mid calf cotton for the study sessions,

It was cold in the desert and the clothes met the deal

In the second or third week, Maria provided me with a more comfortable formal gown. Felt better but looked a bit ridiculous with the tops of the false tits showing through.

I was probably getting on better with Denise. I think she enjoyed it that I stood up to her and when I felt her ease off, I eased off too and we had some reasonable exchanges. She kept working me hard, saying, she have to because my life could depend on your fitness and training she gave. But she did assure me that my performance was well above average and the equal to any one who had done the course before.

At the formal one night she said, you ought to try the 'Phantom Tits' Pete. You have to dress like this each day, you might as well use the experience and develop your understanding and appreciation of the other half of the species.

She never brought it up again, and some time later I asked Maria what it was all about.

She told me that the body can take 'shock treatment' which temporarily stimulates specific growth. She explained how a tumor can grow enormously when it starts, and it was possible these days to pop a estragon shock into the body which tricks the normal process to surge in growth. It takes two weeks to happen, the development holds for a further two weeks and then the normal body process assert control and the growth dissipates over the next two week period.

"What was Denise saying the other night" I asked.

"Well I did not think it would happen with her, because she is a man hater and you were stirring her badly, but I have noticed lately she had relaxed. She was only suggesting that you are here now, and you might as well experience how the other half lives.

"Frankly I don't see you as the type Pete. You seem happy as you are and you are a tough no-holds barred type of guy. I think Denise was actually saying that. I saw you stirring her earlier and she was mad as can be. I think you are winning her over Pete. I think that maybe she likes you more than she will admit.

"Thanks Maria. I must say you are the one who makes this possible. You look after me so well. I don't think I could go out and bear the program if you were not here to soothe me.

"I will think about that Phantom business. What, have I been here two and a half weeks now. I am here for twelve. You tell me if I said Okay to the phantoms, it would all be over in six weeks and I would have the last four weeks back as I am.

"That is right Pete"

"How difficult is it. What do I have to go through?"

"Nothing really Pete, I could give you two injections now, and you would hardly feel a thing."

"Okay" I said, "why don't you do it now. Don't tell Denise about it. I would like to see her watching as the development commences."

Maria was quickly back and administered the treatment and she kept up the massage and as she did she said:

"I think you are wise doing that Pete. You guys don't get the full value of your humanity. A woman is more sensual all over and even with the temporary phantom breasts, you will develop an insight on what it is like. You will find the massages more sensual and restorative rather than as merely an instrument to survive Denise's work outs.

"I did not see you wanting that. You are not that sort of guy. But then, that is why you are able to choose it so freely" she said

I was amused to see Denise studying me more closely. I caught her several times noting the softening up and when I ceased wearing the falsies and although of modest size, showed my pubescent best at the formal meals, she seemed to glisten in her appreciation.

"You did it" she said with a relishing smile I did not think she could muster. "My God, you look fantastic, and they look so nice. All emerging young girls look so sweet. And that is how you look Pete."

"Very tempting" she said – and I felt she meant it.

I mentioned to Maria that the massages were getting to me. She was right about the overall sensuousness. It was embarrassing the way I stood up and got erections so easily. She would just tap me with some ice and it would subside and we would laugh.

"You are more sensitive than most Pete. But don't worry; it is showing in your urine tests as well. You are a bit outside the frame. We are altering your fluid intake, the proportion of the mixture you get each day. This will ease it for you.

She began to give me a tad of color; suggesting that when I got to the Middle East it would help if I was not so Anglo White. Over several days she gave me this body darkening saying I would blend more easily. She also tip died my hair as well. With an earring or two I felt my appearance starting to change.

As my bodice developed, Denise was acted differently to me. She would not throw me so hard. I was aware that she liked me and seemed to want confirmation that I liked her.

"I am sorry" she said, putting her arm around me. "I have to work you hard, it is my job. But oh, you do look nice she said, and brushed her lips on my cheek.

I reported this to Maria and with a bit of trepidation, confessed that with the breasts, my state of arousal was getting a little out of hand. I confessed that when Denise kissed me, I immediately blew it down under!

Maria saw it as a bit of a problem as well, the ice trick was barely doing the job.

Maybe, she said, you should try the phantom treatment down there as well. As a guy your sensuality is geared for a Mount Vesuvius.

"You guys can't just sit on a high plateau. You always have to go over the top, and blow it!"

I could give you the down south phantom treatment. Actually it would only need a half measure to hold you on the plateau. You would then sustain your arousal beyond when a normal bloke would normally erupt.

"What would that do for the timing Maria. I am now in my fifth week here. My breasts will peak in a week and subside over the next two,

"Don't worry about this Pete" Maria was quick to say. The half treatment will only last for two weeks and you will be back normal before your bosom has subsided.

"Well let's try it" I said.

"You know Pete" she said. You have done wonders for Denise. I was a little alarmed at her tension. But you have helped her relax and I think she really enjoys you now.

You should take her in your arms some time. I think she would melt for you. Allow her to soften up and allow her femininity to take over. You would be doing her a great favor.

I would like you to wear a special gold garment for tonight's formal. I am sure the aboriginal ladies will like it. It will show you off brilliantly, your wonderful color, your hair, your beautifully emerging bust line.

Let me slip you into it tonight, and why don't you take that extra bottle of chardonnay and sit with Denise on the decking. I would love you to help her loosen up and relax

I looked absolutely stunning in the gold gown and I could see that Denise had a hunger in her eyes as she looked at me.

The aboriginal ladies were also very impressed, because their ritual of chanting went on longer and had that accomplishment, celebration dimension about it

When they were gone, Denise and I sat alone. "You look so nice" Pete. "You look so scrumptious I can't believe it. That dress is beautiful!

"Thanks Denise. Anyone would look nice in this dress. Maybe you should try it on. I would love to see you in it. Dare I say it sweetie, but you would fill it out better than I can"

She did not look daggers at me and just smiled and poked her chest out.

"I am a big girl; I know it is true. I have to accept it"

"Lets go," she said, and taking the bottle in her hand kissed me on the cheek as I led me to the bedroom.

I slipped out of the dress and she did likewise, and before a wink had passed we were both on the bed and as soon as I could manage it, I was pumping her furiously. I went on and on, sitting on that plateau. She was screaming and I loved to hear it and used I knew to maximize her pleasure.

She was screaming outrageously until at last I could stand no more and blew a gallon in her.

I lay on top of her feeling the squirts enter her.

"Oh my" said Denise. "I did not know it could so good."

"Denise, I was ready to do this the first day I saw you. We have wasted five weeks

"Would you mind taking me again" said Denise"

I again heard her cries and thought Maria would not be sleeping tonight.

But when it was done, I slept profoundly and no one woke me up until I felt the gentle shaking of Maria

Pete, I let you sleep, thank you for what you have done for Denise. She is a changed person. It has all been worth while.

But there is a matter, we have to address. I have been keeping Sylvia informed of your urine test results and your blood samples.

She says there is no cause for alarm but she would like you to come back for a day she can check it with our med consultants.

She is not at all concerned, but wanted to know of your profile before we get into enemy terrain.

So I have presumed you would not mind and the plane will be here in an hour.

"But how can I go back like this" I said. I can't wear my ordinary clothes.

"No one would know you are not a woman Pete. You are ravishing.

Let me get you ready you will be in Alice and down in Sydney and with Sylvia in eight hours. I think you only need be there a day, and you would be back here the day after.

She pushed me through the shower, Put on my lavender DeltaDip blouse and a white dress with sandals.

I felt funny as they drove me out to the plane. Denise was crying.

"Don't worry Honey" I said, I will be back in two sleeps.

I felt rather self conscious as I walked up to the plane, knowing the Delta Force Corporal was looking intently at me.

I hardly exchanged a word with the young guy who came from the plane, I was so preoccupied by the corporal's searching eyes. He was unabashed in exploring my breasts as I eased into the co-pilot's seat, and then we were off.

As he wheeled the plane around and I waived to Denise and Marie he gave me the head phones.

"Hi" he said.

"Hello" I replied, and feeling a bit cheeky and reckless, I said "You have very searching eyes"

"Lady you have a great bum" He said "A great rump!"

Still feeling a little cheeky I said, "well to be strictly honest, that is not where I saw your eyes searching my good man!"

"They will get better" he said "but your fanny is wonderful.

I remember dropping you off three months ago. You are the best yet.

"Wrong" I said. "I have only been here six weeks and I will be back the day after tomorrow and next time you see me I will be back to my old self"

"Let me assure you my beautiful maid, they kept you sleeping much longer than you have factored. You have been there three months and the next bloke out of there was to been Dennis, but I hear you turned him around and she is signing up for another tour of duty.

"Let me put it straight for you, are going to be one white hot fuck of a woman when the water course in your delta corrects. And you are going to stay that way for some years. Your in the service now, honey!"

I took the earphones off. I did not want to talk any more. I had a sinking feeling, I was going in shock. I needed solace. "I've been had."

  

  

  

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