Total Control 2

by

Paul G Jutras

 

Several had passed since Chris had been turned into Christine from his old boss Mr. Johnson. The only thing Chris was more disgusted with was not the new body but being merely a passenger in his new body.

One night as he tossed and turned turn in his sleep, Mr. Johnson started talking in his sleep. When he said the correct password in his sleep, Chris found that he had regain control on his new body.

"Alright," Chris said in a whisper as he looked over to her former boss and current lover. He sat legs crossed and naked at the computer while re-setting the control program init. He then moved Mr. Johnson sleepily out of bed and set him down before his own desk top computer. Chris activated the total control program as he whispered, "Time for a few changes around here."

As Chris stood to one side, he watched as Mr. Johnson's body morphed into a female version of itself. As the new Daphne Johnson rolled over, Chris whispered, "pleasant dreams."

"What happened?" Daphne said in a sleepy as he sat up and moved his delicate hands to his new breasts as he noticed the unfamiliar weight upon his chest. "What did you do to me?"

"After I removed all control you had over me, I arranged to give you a taste of your own medicine, Daphne." Christine smile and went on to say, "That your name now and I got some more surprises like CODE P."

"What's happening!" screamed Daphne. She watched as he stomach inflated like a balloon filled with air.

"I can even make you nine months pregnant upon command." Christine said with a smile of revenge. Chris listened to Daphne's screams as she gave birth to a baby girl. "You will produce only baby girls. I also deleted all knowledge from your brain on how the control programs work as well as a few other surprises."

"Wh..What kind of surprise?" Daphne asked exhausted.

"You made a mess all over the bed sheets." Chris said as he finished slipping into a bra and panties. "I guess as my new maid you'll have to clean it up after to clean up that baby. I figure I needed someone to inherit my new company."

"You're company?" Daphne asked.

"Mr. Johnson doesn't exist anymore. He retired and transferred ownership to me," Chris said. "Even had you call the lawyers before changing you so they got the orders straight from your old male mouth so the police wouldn't come looking for your disappearance."

"Whoa!" Daphne cried as she tried to stand up and fell on her face.

"Did I forget to mention?" Chris asked. "Since you like messing with me so much I decided to mess with you. You'll find your feet have been modified so you can't walk in less than a four inch heel shoe. That is unless you like walking on the balls of your bare toes?"

"Here are some shoes." Chris said as he passed a pair of his old own heels to his new servant. "After you clean the kid get dressed in the French maid outfit you liked me wearing when I use to clean this place."

"Yes ma'am." Daphne said automatically without knowing why. Daphne pretty much had control of her body. Something more than Mr. Johnson did for Christine. She had to obey her mistress' every command including going to sleep when told to and taking care of all the babies' needs while cleaning in her French maid outfit.

"How about a French accent," ordered Christine one day as Daphne was dusting and vacuuming the living room. The next time she found her voice had changed as was part of the Total Control program.

When Christine met a handsome and rich man that she felt in love with, Christine adjusted the program that she did everything her husband and daughter told Daphne to do unless it would bring physical or mental harm to Christine herself. She then destroyed the total control program to make sure that nobody would use the program against her again.

 

THE END

  

  

  

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