Paid to be Feminized: The Sissy Factory Part 5
In which our hero has to make a fateful, and feminizing, choice
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Just four spins.
Johnny took a deep breath. He stood inside one of the private rooms at the “Negotiation and Compensation Hall,” or what a lot of guys and women had started calling “The Sissy Factory” for its unerring ability to feminize large numbers of men in exchange for cash. Each randomized “spin” of the computer’s protocols was worth $10,000. For many men in an automated, technology-based society, that cash was the difference between a roof over their head and the streets.
Johnny was back here to get enough money for him and Nancy to get a house together. And yes, Nick too. But that didn’t bother him that much. In fact, he rather enjoyed being the center of attention. He blushed at the very thought of what he had done this morning.
Ok. Deep breath.
He pressed the button to begin his session. The screen in front of him flared to life, and he could see a series of boxes around the outside, seemingly of different feminine categories. There was a small glowing dot in the center, and a ticking cursor simply counting down from three…two…one.
The ball flared to life, flying around the outside of the screen, dancing across the categories. Johnny tried to read them but it was so fast! Body modifications, sexuality, dress, fetishes, personality. The list seemed longer than the last time Johnny had come here too. He watched, mesmerized, as the ball flew around the outside. He knew it was randomized, which meant it could land on anything. No man’s experience was ever the same, and that was what made it so intimidating.
Finally, the ball landed on “body.” All the other options disappeared and were replaced by all the subcategories there, expanding like and growing to fill the screen. The ball spun around and landed in a flash on “Hair.” Below that was the message. “Subject to have body hair permanently removed.” An artificial voice blared out from speakers around the room. “Subject to disrobe completely and raise arms above head for permanent laser removal.”
Johnny took off his shoes and socks and placed them to one side. He slowly pulled his jeans down, straining to get them over his large, round ass, a gift from the last time he was here. Nancy liked him in jeans that showed off his overly large bubble bottom. Then he hooked a finger on each side of the waistband of his panties, white with polka dots today, and pulled them down too. He still felt embarrassed when he revealed the chastity cage, now on for more than half of the year he had been sentenced too. The shirt came off too and soon he was standing naked, his arms in the air. He knew his bottom was still red, or at least pink, because it was sore from his double spanking this morning.
Out of the ceiling came several robotic arms, each one with a pointed object at the end. As they surrounded him, he felt the first of many small lasers tracing his body. He could see the hair falling off. It tickled slightly, but he stood still, worried about what the lasers would do if they hit a more sensitive area. He tried not to worry too much as every single blade of air below his eyebrows was lasered away. The computerized voice asked him to move several times, which only added to the embarrassment. He had to bend over with his hands pulling apart his asscheeks from behind while he felt the lasers do their work on his asshole. He had to get on his back and lift his knees in the air while the lasers did his front. But eventually, he was entirely smooth. He could feel the small current in the air from the building’s air conditioner. He had been naked often, but he had never felt as exposed. And he had to say goodbye to ever growing a beard, or having chest hair again.
The robotic arms retracted back into the ceiling. He picked up his panties and pulled them back on without even thinking about it. But now he could feel the smoothness of his bare legs and his cock twitched in its cage. Just slightly. It had been so long since he had cum that he sometimes forgot how excited he was.
$10,000 flashed onto the screen and he saw the money being deposited in his personal account.
One down, three to go. He slammed the button again. The ball flew around the screen, having reset to the main menu of choices. He watched with growing dread as it landed on “fetishes” again, then bringing up a nearly endless scroll of kinks and desires. He saw them flash through, over and over again. BDSM, uniforms, feet, and more. It slowed to a stop and he had to look twice.
“Crossdressing.” He blinked. Then he saw a small sub-menu pop up. It went from a “0” which is probably his current desires, to a 10. And next to it was a note. “Shame.” He had no idea what it meant. A chair slid out from the wall and he sat in it.
“Computer, what does that mean?” Johnny asked as what looked like a helmet swung down from the ceiling. He remembered this from the first time he came here, the helmet would send impulses to his brain and rewrite the parts that govern sex, giving him a new fondness for dressing in women’s clothes.
“Subject will secretly desire to dress in women’s clothes, but will feel deep shame about it publicly. Subject will not dress in women’s clothes unless in secret or through manipulation or threat.”
Johnny pondered that as the helmet turned on. It didn’t take long. The helmet came down over his eyes and pictures and music played for several minutes. The weird thing was that he couldn’t remember any of it. Just a general impression. But once the helmet retracted back into the ceiling he stood up, and the chair retracted itself once again. It took him a moment but he realized something important.
He was wearing panties!
He had been wearing them for months, but now, in this room, after his latest transformation, he felt a rush of emotion. Shame. An erotic thrill that made him shake. And since Nancy and Nick already knew, he would get to wear panties every day. But he knew he would blush every time. He felt his cock ache in the chastity belt. He would give nearly anything to take it off. He refocused on his current situation as the computer showed another $10,000 deposited into his account.
Johnny didn’t wait. He tapped the button again and watched it spin around and around until it landed at sexuality. It expanded and scrolled to oral sex. He watched with curiosity as it showed two numbers. A 1 and a 4. They both turned to 10. He blinked for a moment until he saw the labels underneath. One was for women, the 4, which must be how he felt about giving women oral sex. And the other was for … Men. He gulped. He gave nick blowjobs but didn’t particularly enjoy that part. Now it seems he would love both.
“Subject will find great pleasure in administering oral sex to both men and women,” the computerized voice said. Johnny resigned himself to his face and sat in the chair after it slid out of the wall. Then the helmet came down. The images and music ended after a few minutes and he stood back up. He didn’t feel any different. But then he thought of Nancy and realized he would love to slide between her legs and lick her pussy until she howled. And Nick would be there too, he imagined. And now he felt pretty happy that he got to suck off his personal trainer until he came. His cock ached again. But he reassured himself. Just a few more months. And it made it all the more satisfying when he saw another $10,000 deposited into his account.
He straightened himself and took a deep breath. Just one more time.
He tapped the button and off the computer went. But his eyes went wide when he saw that it had landed on “chastity.”
“Oh no,” Johnny whispered. He watched the numbers swirl until it landed on five. Five years.
“Subject’s chastity belt will be reset to 5 years, 3 months,” the computerized voice said. Johnny stood there, dumbstruck, as the miniature dial on his chastity belt reset. No. This couldn’t be. He had been so close. He stood there, unbelieving. He snapped out of it when he saw the $10,000 flash on the screen.
“No!” Johnny yelled and put a hand out as if to stop the bank transfer. “Anything else. Please. I’d do anything. Just get me out of this.” He pointed at the belt. “Just tell me. What can I do?” He was breathing heavily and his heart was pounding in his ears. But he still felt foolish. Look at him, arguing with a computer.
For a few moments, there was silence. He took a step toward the door when the computer spoke again.
“Substitution protocol initiated.”
Substitution protocol? Johnny had never heard of that before. But then again, he hadn’t done a ton of research on the feminization program. He stopped and turned toward the computer.
“What do you mean?”
“Subject may reduce period in chastity by agreeing to body enhancements.”
“Yes. Yes. Anything.” Johnny stepped back to the center of the room. “I agree.”
Up on the big screen in front of him was a 3D image of his body, without the features though. Sort of like blueprints, it was more of a wireframe. But the belt was there, and so was his round bubble bottom, so it was definitely him.
“What do I do?” Johnny asked out loud.
“Press the button to agree to incremental changes. Stop when satisfied,” the computer said.
Johnny looked up at the screen and didn’t see much difference from his current body. He pressed the button and robotic hands descended on him from all directions, some with the nanite needles and others with other equipment he did not recognize. Two arms stuck his breasts and he immediately felt a sensation in his nipples. He gasped and looked down and they were definitely larger, and puffed out a little bit. He looked back up on the screen and saw that the wireframe body now reflected that. Then he heard a small ping and he looked down. His Chastity belt had dropped six months from his timer!
He tapped it again. This time, another shooting sensation as his breasts puffed out slightly from his body. Not huge, but maybe A cups. Another six months dropped off from his belt. He sighed. He needed this. He had to cum. He slammed the button again and once again his breasts grew larger. He looked down. Another six months gone.
He pressed the button again and he felt something around his sides, and he realized his waist got a little bit more narrow. His thoughts were confirmed by the screen.So it was more than just his breasts.
He sighed. No need to drag this out. He hit the button rapidly, one after the other and noted the changes as they came onto the screen.
Longer hair.
Larger breasts.
Narrower waist.
More delicate hands.
Slightly daintier nose.
He got dizzy and flushed from all the poking and prodding. But he also felt intense waves of pleasure every time the machine made a change to him. But at one point he hit the button for a final time and a click and whirr later the chastity belt fell off on its own. His cock sprang free of the cage and for some reason he slammed the button down hard one more time, feeling his breasts swell once more as he came harder and longer than he ever had in his entire life. The orgasm was so intense he cried out, ropes of cum shooting everywhere as he collapsed onto the ground, nearly passed out, caught in a series of orgasmic waves that had him gasping and panting.
$10,000 deposit completed,” The computer announced.”Session complete.”
Johnny slowly recovered while Nancy watched from a screen in one of the back rooms. Once again, her friend had let her watch, and she also managed to throw in a few modifications to the program on her own. After all, a girl had to have her fun. She would enjoy the increased number of blowjobs, and she knew Nick would too. And she had complained for a while now that Johnny was too hairy. And while he thought it was just a crossdressing fetish, she had slipped in that he would find sexual satisfaction in being feminized. She watched Johnny observe himself in a mirror before he left the room.
His breasts were around C-cups now. His waist was narrower now. His face was slightly more feminine, especially with the longer hair. He looked more like a feminine man or on the masculine side of androgynous now, but not by much. And the breasts, well they were glorious, and she couldn’t wait to get Johnny to shamefully start wearing a bra.
The next few months were going to be a lot of fun, Nancy thought to herself. And she was going to enjoy every minute of it. Johnny too. She had bought an entire new collection of buttplugs, strapons and nipple clamps for just this occasion. But the next time Johnny came back to the sissy Factory, and he would, he was going to do it of his own accord.
Nancy smiled.
His next trip would make her rich.
Oh fuck, that was even better than I imagined. Thank you so much for writing this one.
When’s the next new story??