Jenny's Way - Pt. 02

Jenny sat crying uncontrollably on her couch in the dark. The last few hours had been beyond horrifying and now she was trapped. She played the scenario over and over in her head and it got worse with each replay. Why was this happening to her? And what could she do to get out of it? Maybe she could offer Victor some money. Maybe sex? He had stolen her panties, after all. Maybe she should offer herself to him and he would leave her alone. All of it came to a horrifying and disgusting crescendo when she realized that the antidote, she’d drank at the coffee shop was just a vial of Victor’s cum. How could he be such a disgusting pig and trick her like that. But he was right about the sickness. Drinking the vial had taken away the sickness symptoms and had even formed a mild sense of euphoria in her. Did she enjoy it? Of course not! She shuddered at the disgusting thought and cried even harder.

It was getting late, and her husband would be home soon. How was she going to face him? Surely, he would see that she was distressed and would want to know what was going on. She couldn’t tell him. No, that would be breaking the rules. Breaking the rules??? What was she thinking? She wiped more tears away from her face and went to the bathroom to clean up. She couldn’t let her husband know what a horrific day she’d had. She would clean up, they would go out for dinner, and she would lose herself in her love for the night. That was until her phone buzzed and made an unusual sound. It was a notification tone she didn’t recognize. She cautiously picked it up and read the message:

22190 ALPHA JONES STREET, 10:30 AM. DO NOT KNOCK. OPEN THE DOOR AND WALK IN. WAIT BY THE FRONT DOOR FOR INSTRUCTIONS. WEAR A PLEATED SKIRT, BUTTON-UP BLOUSE, MATCHING PANTIES AND A BRA. HIGH HEELS AND THIGH-HIGH NYLONS WITHOUT A GARTER BELT REQUIRED. DON’T BE LATE. COME ALONE. -V

Jenny shuddered. Her delusions of a wonderful evening shattered the instant she read the message. She wanted to delete and ignore it, but the consequences…she didn’t want her life to end. All because she was rude to a guy she worked with. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and pathetic in her situation. She felt lonely and helpless as she curled up in the corner of her bathroom and cried herself to sleep.

* * *

Jenny sat nervously in her car outside the address given to her in the message. She held back tears of sadness and frustration. She didn’t want to risk upsetting Victor with ruined makeup, which made her feel even more disgusted. She hated him so much and wanted this to end. Hopefully it will end soon. Maybe he would get tired of her and let her go. Maybe…

At 10:30, she did as she was instructed and opened the front door to the home. The soft beep of a home security system greeted her as she closed the door. There were no lights on in the home, but enough sunlight shone through the windows that it wasn’t necessary. It was a modest, two-story home with a nice open living room and vaulted ceiling. A set of stairs to her left led up to a loft overlooking the living room and kitchen area downstairs. She took a moment to analyze her surroundings. The home was very well decorated and clean. Photos adorned the walls and pillows were neatly set up on the couch and love seat. Was this Victor’s home? It was much cleaner and presentable than she expected for a man like him. The sound of silence in the room was interrupted by a faint tapping sound. It was coming from a hallway on the other side of the room.

Jenny waited anxiously as the tapping sound got louder. She looked in horror as a young woman came walking out of the hallway. She smiled at Jenny and walked toward her. The woman was beautiful, with flowing red hair past her shoulders, piercing green eyes, and a sculpted feminine figure fitting of a supermodel. Jenny has no illusions of the woman’s figure because the woman was completely nude except for a pair of white high heeled shoes and white thigh-high nylons with sexy lace at the top. The tapping sound was from the woman’s heels clicking on the floor. Her skin was porcelain white, and her breasts were large, but not obscene. Everything about her was balanced, sexy, and beautiful. Jenny swallowed and shivered a bit. Was she turned on by this woman’s beauty or just terrified at the nude woman walking toward her. She walked up to Jenny and sank to her knees. Jenny was mortified. “Welcome to Emma’s home,” the woman said with a beaming smile. “It is called Emma. Its job is to please men.” Jenny listened with rageful confusion. She noticed that Emma was wearing a black collar with a small plastic box, heart-shaped dog tag, and a small gold lock attached to it. It was obvious this woman was not acting according to her own will.

“What the fuck is this?” Jenny said.

Emma’s expression did not change as she looked up at Jenny. “Please do not use that kind of language in my home unless it is related to a sexual act. It will displease our Sir.”

“Our…Sir?” Jenny replied. “Victor…”

Emma’s eyes beamed as if Jenny were talking about her lifelong hero. “Our Sir is ready for you. Please come with me.” Emma rose from her knees, with incredible ease, Jenny noticed. And she started leading Jenny down the hallway. All the doors in the home were painted white except the door at the end of the hallway: it was painted blood red. “Emma knows you’re new to Our Sir and to Emma’s home, so some forgiveness will probably be given. But please listen to Sir and obey. It will make this easier.” For some reason, Jenny found herself distracted by Emma’s perfectly round, milky-white tits as they bounced with her walk. The woman was immaculate, almost to the point of instilling jealously in her. Emma opened the door, and the two women entered the room.

There was nothing special about the room. It was obviously a master bedroom with a large bed, two end-tables, a vanity set with a square mirror, and white shades providing some sense of privacy. “Is this your bedroom, Emma?” Jenny asked. 

“Talking is not part of your instruction set.” Victor’s voice came from behind her. He was standing in the doorway behind them. Emma quickly dropped to her knees and lowered her eyes to the floor. 

“Emma’s job is to serve men,” she said. Jenny noted that it sounded almost robotic. Her stomach tightened as Victor softly ran his hand across Emma’s cheek and gently rubbed her shoulder. “Emma here is such a generous host. You see, this is *her* home. She generously allows me to use it for special projects. There are a few rules, of course. Emma has a completely normal life outside of the home. But when she’s here, she’s forbidden to wear clothes other than her sexy nylons and any color combination of high heels that she wants. The color of her sex shoes is the only real choice she has around here.” He smiled slightly, “She’s very grateful as well, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Replied Emma without lifting her eyes from the ground. “Thank you for letting it share Emma’s house and Emma’s body with you.” Victor patted her head gently and walked over to Jenny.

“Now, for you.”

“Are you going to turn me into a kneeling nude sex robot too?” Jenny snarled.

“Depends on you,” he said pointedly. “I think it’s time that you learn a little more about your sickness. Would you like to know?”

“You poisoned me.”

“Not a chance. That would give you leverage to go to the cops. I never poisoned you. However, I did make some…changes to you.”

Jenny looked at him, confused. “Changes? What kind of changes.”

Victor smiled and sat down on the bed. Jenny took a step backward away from him. “I discovered recently that I was blessed with a gift. Well, from *my* perspective it’s a gift. From yours and possibly from Emma’s, it’s more of a curse.” Jenny noticed that Emma was in the same spot in the floor with her eyes down. She was like a statue. “The trauma I experienced awakened something within me. I learned that I have the power to manipulate time and space with my thoughts.” Jenny’s eyes widened and she almost chuckled. What kind of sci-fi bullshit was this? Victor noticed the doubt in her face. “You don’t believe me?”

Jenny’s response was almost automatic, “No.”

“Okay,” he replied softly. 

Jenny was suddenly hit with a wave of pain and a tingling sensation in her chest. She noticed that her bra was too tight, and it was cutting off her circulation. “What the hell?” She cried out before she noticed in horror that her tits were growing! Right before her eyes, her B-cups were spilling out of her bra. Then suddenly, the front clasp snapped open, and a pair of HH-sized tits burst out of her blouse. One of the buttons on her blouse broke off, but the others just popped open to let the massive globes spill out for everyone to see. She tried desperately to cover them with her arms, but they were larger than her head and impossible to hide. “What the hell did you do to me???” She cried. 

“Like I said, I can manipulate space and time with my mind. Right down to the molecular level, apparently.” He smiled at Jenny with her massive new globes. They were obscene and the nipples were immense and perky. Victor imagined that they added at least 25 pounds to her body weight. “Do you like your new udders?”

“Udders?!” Jenny cried. “You sick fuck! Get rid of these things!”

“No,” Victor replied calmly. “At least, not until you apologize to me and Emma.”

Apologize? What was she going to apologize for? “For what? For doubting you? How was I supposed to know you were telling the truth?!”

“Everything I say from now on is truth in your life, Jenny. You don’t question it: you only believe it. Do you understand?”

Jenny started sobbing as she stood there with her shirt and bra destroyed and an obscene pair of HH-sized tits hanging out of her shirt. “Okay,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry that I doubted you, Victor.”

“Sir,” he snapped. “You are forbidden from using my name. You call me SIR. In fact, you refer to all men from now on as SIR: Yes, Sir. No, Sir. You are going to learn how to be respectful to other people and stop being an uppity office bitch. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She cried. “Please give me my regular breasts back.”

“You still owe us one more apology.”

“Please tell me what for.”

Victor sighed. “I made your tits that big because the ones you have are small and pathetic. You are to apologize to me and to Emma for having small tits and for forcing us to give you cow udders to make you appealing.”

Jenny was sobbing uncontrollably at this point. She was so embarrassed and wanted to go home, but she knew this was just the beginning. “I’m sorry!” she cried out. “I’m so sorry that my tits are small and not good. I’m sorry you had to give me these massive…udders. Please, give me my pathetic tits back!” She fell to her knees under the weight of her gigantic tits. “Please…please give me my small tits back.” She sobbed.

Victor smiled as he watched the once powerful woman reduced to a sobbing tit-monster on the ground. Jenny shivered as she felt another tingling and painful sensation as the massive globes on her chest began to recede. In a few seconds, the HH-sized tits were gone, and her breasts were back to normal, although they seemed a bit fuller than they had been. “I didn’t give them back exactly as they were. I gave you a little more volume because I don’t like flat-chested bitches. You’re probably a C-cup at this point.” He looked over at Emma. “Emma, do you accept Jenny’s apology for being such a disgusting animal in your home?”

“Yes, Sir.” Emma replied without moving a muscle. “I forgive you Jenny for being such a small-titted, pathetic animal in Emma’s home. You are still welcome to be here with Sir and Emma if he wants you to be.”

Victor smiled, “She’s such a good hostess, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jenny was still sobbing on the floor. She started to fix her bra and blouse, but Victor objected.

“Leave your tits exposed while you’re here for now, Jenny. I still have more to tell you.” He reached down and grabbed her hand to help her up on the bed. He gently stroked her hair as tears flowed down her face. “Now for the fun part.”

He stood up and looked at Emma. “Emma, come sit next to me and look at Jenny as I speak.” Emma obediently crawled her nude body seductively over to Victor and sat on her knees beside him. “Oh, I almost forgot!” He stopped and reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out a pink dildo. Jenny was too distressed and crying to really care about the sex toy. “Suck on and play with this while I chat with our new guest.”

“Thank you, Sir!” Emma was ecstatic as she grabbed the pink dildo and began licking and sucking on it as if it were the most delicious thing she’d ever had in her mouth.

“Listen carefully, Jenny. As you can see, I can manipulate space and time with my mind. So, instead of making you into an airhead bimbo with globe-sized tits, I did something a little more subtle. I’ve modified your body’s structure at the molecular level. There are some key proteins that your body is no longer capable of producing on its own. If you don’t have those proteins, then you will die. It’s that simple. And not just death, but a slow, painful, and violent death. It will hurt you so much that you’ll long for the moment when you take your last breath. But it won’t come quickly. Just as you think you’re going to die; you’ll stay alive a bit longer so you can suffer incredible pain and misery as your body melts away. Doesn’t that sound like fun, Emma?”

“No, Sir.” She pulled the pink dildo out of her mouth just long enough to answer, and then it was back in.

“I don’t want to die,” sobbed Jenny.

“I know you don’t,” Victor replied. “And you won’t if you obey. You obey my every command, and I will give you the antidote to keep you alive. You’ll not only live, but you’ll be healthy and get a small euphoria from it each time. It’s either that, or a horrific death.”

“You’re talking about your cum?” Jenny’s eyes were glassy with tears. 

“Your nutrients,” he smiled and reached over to pet her head. “Your antidote. You will need to swallow one of my loads at least twice a week to continue living. Otherwise, you will start getting sick and there is nothing that any doctor in the world can do to help you.”

“Please don’t do this to me,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything…”

“You’ll do anything anyway,” he snapped. “Look at Emma over there. Look at how happy she is.” Jenny glanced at the nude woman who was blissfully licking the pink dildo like a child with her favorite toy.

“I don’t want to be like her.”

“You might not be,” Victor said, “But you’re going to obey my word. Or you can die. Your choice, but YOU will make a choice.” He stood up and walked over to the window. “If you choose to follow me, then you will remove all your clothes except your high heels and nylons. You will drop to your knees, and you will profess your obedience to me. Or you can suffer the consequences of your choice.”

Jenny took a few deep breaths and tried to compose herself. The thought of enduring a horrific death at Victor’s hands scared her more than anything. But she didn’t want to be humiliated and turned into a brainless sex toy like Emma. She looked over at the nude woman as she was now hugging and happily licking the dildo. Her behavior toward the plastic phallus was so unusual. Then she glanced over at Victor who was standing proudly at the window awaiting her answer. She took another deep breath and started to remove what remained of her bra and blouse. She rose from the bed and slid her skirt down to the floor and placed it in a pile on the bed with her ruined shirt. Then she slid her white, lace panties down and placed them in the pile as well. She shivered a bit as the cool air in the house brushed against her smooth, exposed pussy. She closed her eyes for a moment and slowly sank to her knees. Victor could see her in his peripheral vision and felt himself getting rock hard as she crawled his way.

Jenny knew that the next few moments would change her life forever, but it would save her from a horrifying fate. She wanted to go home and live peacefully with her husband, but now she was naked and on her knees in some stranger’s home. She looked up at Victor and forced a smile.

“Sir, Jenny pledges to obey you. Jenny belongs to you and will listen to you. Please give Jenny your cum so that Jenny can live and be a healthy girl. Jenny wants you to lead her to be a good girl.”

Victor was surprised at how articulate she was with her pledge. It sparked a curiosity in him that maybe Jenny was into more kinky endeavors than she had let on. He turned and looked at the poor woman, makeup ruined from tears, breasts and bare pussy exposed for him as she set on her knees smiling at him.

“Good girl. Now we can begin.”