SSI - Transformed Man

After we were done with the morning routine and she washed my back... and other things... and promised to get better at shaving me, she pulled up my schedule on the big screen and helped me plan my day even as she ordered my usual breakfast for me. "I apologize that I cannot cook it for you, Sir, but at least please let me feed you?" I did and we had a very enjoyable, totally nude breakfast that required a quick shower rinse afterward.

I had a week of post-testing, classes and therapy, and evaluation to deal with before they set me free to wreck my hormonal havoc on the general female population. For a couple days, I did not see Sam... uh, Miss Pink at all, although she left me cute but innocent notes on my tablet that suggested she was being monitored. I began to get a bit paranoid—was there something behind them using her as a test?

After another long day of trying hard to destroy my body and mind with their relentless routine, I found a small note jammed into my tablet case in the gym locker. 'Don't eat or drink anything until I contact you. S.' What the hell? Maybe I wasn't being paranoid. I was not 100% I could trust Samantha—after all, she was one of their employees—but I could not see a downside to this.

The next day, Samantha was in my apartment with some water bottles and a bag of deli subs. I wolfed a couple footlongs and bottles of water down almost without taking a breath.

Afterwards she explained that there was indeed something afoot. She had accidentally discovered that one of the directors of the facility, Dr. Lois deVry, had taken a real shine to me and was planning on using her pull to get me to 'fall' for her, then take me as a personal attendant. We were safe right now since the facility did not have surveillance inside the rooms and depended on the tablets to track us. She had smuggled a few days food and water into my room so I could avoid most of the other foods except for what came from a shared source to buy us time to plan.

She spent the night, and we had several rounds of very enjoyable, very noisy sex between planning sessions. At first, the goal was escape, until something clicked late at night and we shifted priorities.

Samantha was no longer in the inner circles of the facility, but still had most of her codes and access. She used them to get an idea of the schedule and we determined that it was probably going to happen during one of the discharge exams that was scheduled in lesser-used lab. We backtracked and figured out when I was to be dosed with what, who was scheduled to be there, etc.

As per the plan, I intentionally ate some of the drugged food—enough to get me realistically woozy but not make me overly compliant—we hoped. I had already taken antidotes to the stuff we thought they were going to use. When they came for me and asked me to sit in a wheelchair for the next test, I felt a slight tug of obedience, but was easily able to overcome it—perfect!

I looked around the exam room and was happy to see Miss Lilac, a slip of a woman that Samantha and I had spent some time with 'getting to know' the night before. So far, so good. There was another technician in the room, but he was involved with other aspects of the process, so was not a problem. Following the plan, Miss Lilac hooked me up to a brain probe headband, video goggles, headphones, and more. The tech started an IV and attached the monitor pads. Miss Lilac injected a syringe of saline solution into the IV line instead of the mind control agent she was supposed to, then she settled into her place.

She cued me when to speed or slow my heart rate or breathing to fool the tech as she used the technology to send me cute or sexy little notes instead of the brainwashing program that was cued up for me. Again, as per our plans, she did actually show me some of the program—enough to let me know what to expect and how to act.

When the real process is complete, the patient is supposed to fall into a light sleep, so I faked that as well until the tech unhooked everything and left, apparently satisfied.

Chapter 3. Discharge.

Miss Lilac (I never did learn her real name—Samantha did not know it either) left me in the recovery room. Their plan was that Dr. deVry would come to the recovery room to let the imprinting work and to speak the commands that would make me hers.

Soon enough after I pretended to wake up, a woman of about fifty entered the room. I knew from the program that this was my supposed Mistress-to-be, so I let my eyes lock on hers. She placed her hand on my face to let me smell her scent, which I was supposed to be bonded to through the chemicals in the IV. As I was coached, I flared my nostrils, let my cock get hard, and let myself begin to sweat a bit—incidentally releasing my own scents into the room.

She lifted my head towards hers. She had not aged well. She might have been attractive, more likely 'handsome' some time ago, now she rather resembled all the 'before' photos in anti-aging gunk ads. Mostly grey hair, a rather thin face riddled with lines and splotches, a bit of a wattle... one wonders why she had not availed herself of the services the facility offered. Nonetheless, I had a role to play so I stared hard into her eyes.

"Jack Phillips, listen well. Repeat after me. 'Dr. Lois deVry is my Mistress. I am hers in heart, mind, and body.'" It was hard to not crack a grin as I repeated the phrase. She made me repeat it several times before she appeared satisfied.

"Now, Jack. Get dressed and follow me." I did so, taking care to call her Mistress whenever I needed to speak, and making sure I did not speak unless asked. It took a while to check out, but then we were in her very nice car heading to her very nice mansion with my few belongings in a bag in the trunk.

Being her faux-servant for the night was not difficult. I zapped some supper, fed her some ice cream, drew her bath, scrubbed her decidedly unattractive back, dressed her, and turned back her bed. By the time she ordered me into bed with her, she had been exposed to my scent and 'Command Voice' all night, so her order sounded more like a little girl's shy request. It was time for the next part of our plan. We had come up with several contingencies, but so far, it was moving along pretty nicely.

I offered to give her a back rub. She did not seem to realize I had spoken out of turn, but she smiled and sighed her agreement. I told her I would get some warm oil and be right back. I called Samantha, warmed some oil up, and grabbed my bag with my few belongings. When I came back, I began to rub the warmed olive oil into her back, then on her saggy buttocks and legs. I probably could have told her anything I wanted at this point and she would probably obey me, but the plan called for more.

When she was otherwise distracted, I injected the dose of mind-control agent they were going to use on me into her buttocks as I held her down, then quickly spoke to her and massaged her more to get her to not think about it, to relax. When I felt her pulse and breathing settle into the 'zone', I began my programming. I was just using my voice and pheromones and not the multi-track media feeds, feedback loops, or brainstem stimulation I supposedly got, but what I had seemed to work just fine on its own with Miss Lilac and Samantha, so we were hoping it would be enough here.

It was not long before she was repeating everything I said with a heartfelt enthusiasm. "I love and am honored to serve Jack Phillips. Everything that was mine is his, including my heart, mind, and soul. I will keep our relationship secret and act in public as if he is my servant. I love and am honored to co-serve with Samantha Robbins. I will obey Samantha as long as it does not conflict with anything Mr. Phillips says. I will do anything in my power to protect Jack Phillips and his belongings, including Samantha and myself. I want to change myself to be perfect for Mr. Phillips, and will sponsor changes for Samantha so she will be perfect too."

There was a lot more, but Samantha had arrived to help. She had some good ideas to add or tweak, so we spent the night programming Dr. deVry and taking breaks for stress relief sex. Lois slipped into a deep sleep as the process wound down, so I had Samantha sleep outside the room to guard the door, and I went to sleep beside my would-be captor.

I must have slept longer or deeper than I thought because I woke to a pretty mediocre blowjob. I opened my eyes to find Samantha coaching Lois on the art with my dick as the aid. When they saw I was awake, the two hopped off the bed and sat in a position of submission Samantha must have found online and taught to Lois. They were on their knees, arms crossed behind them, heads bowed, eyes down. Samantha had her chest thrust out, while Lois seemed to be trying to hide hers. "Good morning Master Phillips" they said in what had to be a practiced harmony.

"Good morning Samantha, Lois. How are the two of you this morning?"

"I am looking forward to today, Master, but we have a lot to do." Samantha answered, looking at me with her eyes twinkling with hidden laughter. "Don't we, sister?"

Lois nodded without lifting her eyes to me. "Yes, Master. Mistress Robbins has told me the plan, and we have a lot to do in the next couple of days."Mistress Robbins? Kinky. I liked it.

No time like the present to get started. Since Lois was the better cook, I sent her to start breakfast and had Samantha attend me in the bathroom, thoroughly enjoying the huge claw-foot tub with some spa settings. I could get used to this sort of life. We met Lois in the breakfast nook and began to plan.

Lois had several people on staff and had given them a long weekend off so she could play with her new toy in private. They were due to start trickling back in a few hours. When staff was around, Samantha would be Lois' new personal secretary (fortunately, she had dismissed her last months ago and never bothered rehiring) and I of course was her new plaything, although my actual title was supposed to be 'personal attendant'.

Lois began the paperwork to have Miss Pink promoted to her new role, and at the same time, started inquiries about having the two of them Processed. I had to admire the old broad—she handled the phone calls magnificently with just the right touch of rich condescension and a hint of playfulness to supplement the overall professional tone.

We made plans for each of the mansion staff. Some were to be let go, the rest were to be 'persuaded' with just my powers. We figured a couple might have to be Processed mentally or physically, but we hoped the persuasion would be enough.

At least that was the plan Samantha and I had until Lois let something interesting slip... all of her staff had already received extensive mental and physical Processing, and they were mostly female. It turns out that Lois enjoyed the perks of her SSI position and was bi-sexual with a preference for pretty girls and guys with big cocks. Oh, and she left a back-door in their programming so she could alter it as needed. I felt like chewing a big cigar as I thought to myself 'I LOVE it when a plan comes together!'

There were other logistical details we hashed out for a while while Lois gave us a tour of her home and grounds. Lois wanted to shift pretty much everything to my name since it was now all mine anyway but she quickly saw the logic in keeping things as they are to help me maintain a low profile. She did insist on changing her will, however, so if anything happened to her, I would get it all. She assured me her lawyers would not think anything unusual about this since her chief of household staff was already the beneficiary so it would mostly just be officially promoting me to that position and changing the names on the forms.

The deVry mansion was really big but not overly huge. There were several bedrooms and bathrooms, an indoor and outdoor kitchen as well as a couple small satellite kitchenettes suitable for entertaining or late night snacks. Large lobby area, a nice den,a decent gym with a sauna, a large space that could be configured for meetings, parties, or even as a small theater with a stage, and a game room with a pool table and some arcade games and such. Outside were gardens, a pond, a fair-sized pool with a slide and furnishings suitable for entertaining, a hot tub, a concrete slab with a basketball hoop and mounts for nets for tennis and such, and a few outbuildings—multi-car garage and shop, cabana, and a guest house that some of the staff used.

I asked about the frequent fleur de lis decoration with a flower in the middle that was posted all over the place. Lois explained that it was a personal crest to reflect her French heritage and middle name, Margaux, or Margaret, which apparently means 'daisy'. I then realized that several portraits of her showed her holding a bouquet of daisies and had a 'duh' moment when I realized that both the flower vases and gardens featured daisies.

I celebrated my new situation by having sex with Samantha all over the place. She sat crossways on my lap in one of the couches in the multi-purpose room and bounced to a very vocal climax. It was a pretty weird position for me since my original cock would never have been long enough for this, but I loved the angle of penetration and the access to her perky little tits. We tried to do it mostly floating in the pool, but while it was fun, it was also frustrating since there was nothing to push against and it was hard to stay floating.

We finished up in a cabana in a hammock, which was really interesting. It worked better when Lois showed us that the big hammocks were meant to be used almost crossways. The first staff were due back soon, so we hit the showers and got dressed.

Chapter 4. It's a great life!

The weeks after discharge were a whirlwind of activity. We reprogrammed the staff to accept the new reality and to protect it to the best of their ability, we got new papers and an ID for me (something that the SSI was working on, but had put on hold with Miss deVry's request.) We took care of some legal issues and generally had a really fun, really busy period.

The first staff to return was a pair of busty blonde twins that looked like they could have made a fortune at porn or modelling for beer commercials. I learned that they only looked like that due to using the same Template at the SSI clinic, the 'before' photos just showed a pair of middle-aged women you would not really notice on the street. They were the housekeepers, Baby and Pinky, named for the baby blue or hot pink streak of color in their hair—one of the only ways to tell them apart. They had been programmed with a range of housekeeping skills, a wide variety of dance moves, some basic self-defense, an encyclopedia of sexuality, and the deep conviction that they were identical twins born to serve their beloved Mistress... and now, their adored Master.

When I first saw them, they were wearing modest knee-length black skirts over black stockings and comfortable looking walking shoes. They wore perfectly normal pastel pink and baby blue blouses and white aprons with multiple pockets. In other words, what you might expect a real housekeeper to wear when speaking to their employer. Once they were reprogrammed, they curtsied and asked permission to change. Lois nodded and they returned a few minutes later completely transformed.

They now wore tall gloss black heels with silky stockings and garters, delightfully exposed by the very short black frilly skirts. Color-coordinated open-fronted and very short shirts with some frills or ruffles on the sleeves and collar were tied off under big buoyant tits. Tiny white frilly caps atop pig or ponytails, useless white micro-aprons, and long shiny white gloves added the frosting to these cakes.

Baby and Pinky were nearly panting with need as they pressed against me, asking me what they can do to serve me. Their training held them balanced on a razor's edge between their wants and lusts, and their sense of place that forbade them from making the first move. The experience of these two teen sex kittens literally drooling over me made me almost feel drunk.

I pushed Pinky against a wall and tore open her blouse, tossing it and the ridiculous apron aside. I began to maul her beautiful breasts with my mouth even as I shoved her mini-skirt down and discovered that she wore no underwear and was shaved. A nod to Baby and she was taking my clothes off quickly but methodically, treating them with due respect. When I was free, I lifted the small Pinky up, then slid her down my rigid manhood, pinning her to the wall with my cock and face in her chest. I managed to thrust up into her for several minutes before my knees started to feel unsteady. I let her down, stuck a finger in her cunt and led her to the nearest bed, telling Baby and Sam to follow.

I threw Pinky in bed, then pulled her to position on the edge, where I resumed fucking the bejeezus out of her. Baby had a desperate look on her eyes so I nodded at her, not really knowing what she would do, and she settled in place between my legs to suck at my cock and lick her sister's soaking pussy. I gestured for Sam to sit on Pinky's face and soon we were all thrashing and thrusting on the soft bed. Pinky started to climax within several powerful strokes, and gasped as she came two, three, four times in a row as I plowed into her tight body. I don't think she was unconscious, but she sure was limp.

I got Baby arranged so her ass was nice and high and see-sawed my still rock-hard cock into her own tiny hot pussy. As with Pinky, I had to work to get it in, but when it was, it felt fantastic! Hot, wet, tight velvet glove and all that. I could only image what the twins would be like if they learned better vaginal muscle control—I added this to my mental 'to do' list.

Pinky was a lot more vocal than her 'sister', but once I got up to speed in her she quieted down quickly. Sam moved so Pinky could enjoy her juicy quim as I pounded more and more relentlessly. Her own climaxes rolled over her as well and I still had not allowed myself to cum. Sam seemed to instinctively realize what I needed as she offered herself. I crawled up in bed for some rather vanilla missionary, but there was something about fucking Samantha that felt good, so it was not long before I let forth my climax. God it felt good.

The next few days were more of the same. Hani, the cook was a stunningly beautiful Polynesian woman—rather small build with long shimmering black hair, gorgeous olive-tan skin, huge green eyes, and a nice round pair of tits that were probably a D-cup and looked -almost—too big for her frame. She had been another rather bland middle-aged woman whose dream was to be 'exotic'. She was programmed similarly to the housekeepers but with a focus of course on cooking. She yipped like a puppy most of the time I was fucking her over the counter.

The gardener was Donna, an athletic black woman that could have been a warrior queen. She tended to garden while just wearing knee pads and a huge floppy hat that made her delightful and very skilled blowjob visually interesting. Gerry was originally Donna's cousin or something, but was now a tall muscular man that took care of repairs and the property in general. While I did not sample him, Samantha did and claimed he was quite good and possibly even bigger than I am. I was astonished at the twinge of jealousy that ran through me when she talked about him.

We met and converted the Chippendales dancer-like 'Man Friday', Geoff, that served as a butler, chauffeur, and Dr. deVrys' personal attendant until I showed up (he was to receive a pink slip and a generous severance package), and Lisel, the Doctor's personal secretary before Samantha. Lisel was a slip of a thing that obviously adored the Doctor. When I asked why she was not physically Processed, Lois actually blushed. "At first it was because she had family, then I just came to like her." When I asked if she served sexually, Lois blushed even harder and shook her head no."She just seemed too innocent, and was more like my my niece than a plaything." I could understand and respect that. For now, at least, Lisel was 'off-limits', but she did now, like the rest of the staff, obey and respect me. We would figure out what to do with her later.