Factories make--things? A sinister story of revenge and slavery.

by Keshara

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Chapter Thirty: A Firm Grip
 
 

Wendy sat smiling happily as Grace informed of her of her husband's infidelity and reasons for wanting to live so far away from his work, but Wendy did not care for the only thing that mattered to her was being fucked by Ivan.

"Wendy I have three vials for you to administer to your family," she began happy with the knowledge that Wendy was now completely under her influence. "Now listen carefully the red one you will apply to your husband's food this weekend. The green one you will give to Michael, tell him that it is a new grape drink for it has been devised to taste like a sweet grape drink. Now the blue one you will administer to Allan over the course of the month in his food. Did you get all that?"

"Yes Madame, I will do as you ask," Wendy replied with a wide smile.

"Now this weekend will be the last time you will ever see your husband as he is, for the serum you will be giving him will start to take effect Monday lunchtime after he's eaten the last full meal he will be able to consume. Then on Tuesday I want you to bring the boys round to join in our usual coffee morning!"

* * *

Wendy went about preparing the return of all her family, especially her sons.

Harvey once again had to pick them up and swore to himself that it would be the last time that he did, for both of them where instantly at each other's throats. An act they continued with as soon as they walked through the door.

Wendy spent most of the weekend watching the clock go by for all she wanted was Ivan and as she listened to the continuous arguments her sons seemed to thrive on, she began to look forward to Tuesday where she knew Madame Grace would put an end to their behaviour. In fact she wondered why both of them had not even stopped to wonder why she had not even shouted at them at least once, but then they were just as ignorant as their father was.

By the time Sunday arrived both of them had given up picking on one another and had both become a little subdued.

Even Harvey appeared quieter than normal.

Instantly Wendy guessed that it must have been the drugs Madame had told her to give them, anyhow by the time Monday arrived both boys were just happy to stay in their rooms or watch television.

* * *

Harvey had kissed her goodbye and unbeknown to him that morning would be the last time he ever left home looking like he did. Not even Wendy knew what Madame Grace had designed for her husband, but as her thoughts once again returned to Madame's husband she eagerly awaited the next time his cock was hers to play with.

Both the boys had no intention of doing what their mother asked, but she knew that Allan's masculinity would deceive him and make him go to Madame grace's coffee morning, for when he clapped eyes on their neighbour Denise's ultra short skirt, his hormones got the better of him.

Quickly he decided that it would be worth going after all, because he could check out her legs further and then jack himself off about her when he came home.

As for Michael he had no option but to go, especially as his older brother now seemed eager to go and as he surmised Allan would not go to such a boring thing if there was not something worthwhile to go for.

* * *

Allan had only turned fifteen two months previous and despite his insatiable appetite for food, his weight never gave him a problem, for he always attributed it to the fact that he did not find sports very interesting.

This meant in his mind that he never had the chance to get rid of the extra few pounds he had anyway.

With several of his good friends at boarding school also being overweight like him he never really suffered from insults or bullying, but Michael on the other hand always found time to mention his eating habits and continually referred to him as fatty.

Michael was twelve and had just got through the first term of higher grade school and had already mixed it with the boys, as he called it, and as dad was never around he had decided that he would give his mother a very hard time this summer.

He knew how much she liked to keep her house clean and had caught on to the idea that he could make some serious money out of her, for he knew she would eventually want him out of the way.

However one thing both boys did not count on was that today would be the last time they would ever considered themselves boys growing up to become young men.

* * *

Allan could not believe his eyes when he walked into the reception hall of his parent's neighbour's massive house, not that the house overawed him, for it was the sight of Denise's long legs and the other neighbour's very see-through clothing.

Grace could feel the youth's eyes on her immediately and smiled demurely at him, knowing that his feeble young male mind would think that she would easily consider being his wet dream come true.

"Good morning ladies!" Grace welcomed her guests as she clicked her fingers and Joan came rushing over with a tray of drinks for the two boys delve over. "I know it must be boring for two young lads as yourselves so I have taken the initiative to provide you both with something to do while us ladies chat about women's things.

Allan just nodded his eyes glued firmly to Grace's visible nipples and breasts through her blouse.

"C'mon fatty lets see what goodies this woman's got!" Michael downed his drink and followed the hand of the maid that pointed to what looked like a large games room.

Entering the entertainment room both brothers could not contain their excitement for the room was filled with every gadget a young man or boy could dream of, from snooker table to pinball machine.

To cap it off there was a great big 60 inch ‘Wide-Screen ‘ TV that was playing non-stop cartoons. However what they did not know was that the cartoons and the soft ambient music that was playing subtly in the background was combining with the hypnotic drug they had both consumed with the drinks they gulped down.

* * *

"Wendy would you like to go and get young Michael for me I'm sure you'll find him very pliable now that he has had twenty minutes in my games room," Grace ordered.

"Yes Madame as you wish," Wendy obeyed her Madame's request.

"Denise you may make yourself scarce, I'm sure Arthur has more interesting things for you to do?"

"Oh yes Madame Grace," Denise curtseyed with pleasure, for her mind was, like it always was, focused on nothing but pleasing her man sexually.

* * *

Wendy reappeared with her youngest and sat down beside him.

"Ah Michael it's a pleasure to meet you, you know who I am don't you?" Grace asked the very spaced out looking boy.

"Err you are Grace!" he replied instantly.

"Good it's good to see you recall the more important aspects of this morning's brief introduction. Now then Michael I believe your mind is finding all this rather confusing yes?"

"Yes Mrs Grace," he replied mystified.

"You do not and will not ever address me as anything other than Madame, is that clear?"

"Yes Madame," he replied.

"Good. Now then Michael this summer is going to be ever so exciting for you," Grace began as on cue the young boy responded with her correct title.

"One last thing when ever you are in my presence you will always stand and when you reply to me you will also curtsey is that clear?"

"Yes Madame," he obediently tried to curtsey.

"Oh my dear your mother is going to have to teach how to curtsey isn't she?"

"Yes Madame," he curtseyed very un-ladylike once again.

"Do you know why you have to curtsey Michael?"

"No Madame," he replied and once again crudely curtseyed.

"That's because you are going to become a very well behaved young lady," Grace answered the boy's puzzled expression.

"You do want to become a young lady, don't you?"

Michael wanted to say no, but for some reason he looked to his mother to decide for him.

"Of course you do Michael," his mother suddenly replied.

"Well that's that then, it seems your mother has decided your fate for you Michael?" Grace asked the very bewildered youngster.

"Yes Madame," he gave another bad curtsey.

"Well you can go back to the games room Michael and remember young ladies do not run, is that clear?"

Michael very confusingly replied with another poor attempt at a curtsey as his poor confused mind tried to grasp the new and very unusual girl type thoughts that were now entering his mind.

* * *

By the time Allan was introduced to the woman he would always refer to as Madame, he was sitting quietly staring at the swirling patterns that were continually moving on the large screen.

His thoughts were now open to Grace for her to manipulate and after half an hour he was firmly in her possession.

* * *

Carrying a big smile upon her face Wendy left Grace's house with her two boys, for like her, they had now become the unwitting guinea pigs of Cresswell Industries newly formulated hormonal drugs testing.

Though more important to Wendy they had now both become two very well behaved young boys that were going to be a pleasure to spend the summer holidays with.

* * *

Harvey was going to be out of reach for a few weeks and unknown to him he was just beginning to go through a very important phase of his own transformation. Although he was still free of any of Grace's hypnotic suggestions, the drugs that his wife had slipped him in his food last weekend was well and truly taking control of his body. For since Monday afternoon he had been constantly visiting the toilet and as the week passed his appetite and reserve was beginning to drain his normally stoic resolve.

Candice had twice tried to call in a doctor, but Harvey insisted that it was just a bug that would pass. Although she fully understood his problem, she was determined that she was not going end up being another housewife for him, especially when he did not even have the decency to clear up the unsightly mess he kept leaving in the toilet every time he visited it.

Candice was after all, as she constantly reminded herself as she wiped the bowl clean yet again, a career girl and Harvey was just another stepping stone up the corporate ladder.

Although Candice had not left him much food during the day she was surprised to find that he had not eaten anything at all.

"Harvey you really should see a doctor!" she demanded as he sat up in bed flicking through the channels on the remote.

"Look I've had worse when I went to Asia," he replied unaware that he was beginning to scratch his nipples, for since yesterday they had suddenly began to get very itchy.

"Look I can't have you staying here for the weekend, I've got my parents coming over!" she frowned as she considered the embarrassment of explaining a man twelve years her senior staying in her flat.

"Yeah! Whatever?" was all Harvey could muster in response.

* * *

Wendy sat down and wrote down a schedule for Allan and Michael to obey. Allan as he was older would have to learn all their was about housework, including ironing, cooking and cleaning as this would give Wendy the time she needed to change Michael into the sweet little girl that she could be proud of instead of another would-be Harvey.

In fact Grace had manipulated poor Allan's mind to the extent, that while he was very much still a boy, he would accept anything his mother told him, especially the very swift change of his younger brother. Yet Grace had made sure that the subtle rivalries that both brothers had towards each other would still be strong, except they would not be the petty jealousy of two brothers.

With Michael's feminisation already set in his young mind, the trigger that would set Allan's new outlook towards his family would not be set until his mother gave him a certain item.

An item Wendy gave him the next morning a pink diary.
 
 
Chapter Thirty-One: Diary
 
 
"Allan I hope your using that diary I gave you?" his mother called out to him as he finished clearing up the breakfast dishes.

"Yes mother I do!" he replied heartily, not quite understanding how he had come to love sitting in his bedroom, whiling the summer days away writing in his pink fluffy diary.

In fact he was finding it hard to believe everything that had happened since the holidays had begun. Finishing the first of his many chores that his mother had set him he could not wait to get back to his diary, so eagerly he told his mother that he had finished clearing up and asked her for permission to go to his room.

"Of course you may!" Wendy replied as she prepared herself for an enjoyable day of shopping with her youngest son.

* * *

Allan went up to his room and hastily grabbed a hold of his diary. Throwing himself onto his bed on his stomach and with his legs bent at the knees up in the air he began to scan through the days and at all the major particular happenings that were of interest from the last week.

* * *

Monday:

Mother told both of us what she expected from us this summer break. From now until the school time, I am to do the entire housework, cleaning and cooking etc: while lucky Michael gets away with it because he is younger than I am...So unfair!

Tuesday:

Ironing was boring, but I did enjoy pressing mother's dresses and hanging them in her wardrobe. Michael's easy day turned into one of graft as mother made him clear his room up. Unusual she also made him throw away all his pants and prized collection of abusive t-shirts.

Wednesday:

What a day! I was so busy with all the housework I nearly walked in on mother and her boyfriend Ivan. For some reason I am beginning to feel a teeny bit jealous of Michael, for not only does he get away from housework, but he got to spend the day over at Madame Grace's house. And to make things worse mother has replaced all his pants and t-shirts with pretty cotton panties and laced vests and he was wearing them under his clothes today.

Found out that father was living with his girlfriend... what an ass! Still mother says Ivan is much better than father is.

Thursday:

Mother caught me trying on her floral dress and told me that I would have to wait until I was ready, whatever that meant? Something to do with Michael being at a very fragile stage. But when she went over to her friend Denise's with Michael I got to put the dress on again! Must admit I never realised how much over weight I was.

Friday:

Mother and Ivan were discussing how they were going to go about redecorating Michael's bedroom. From what I can make out she is going to take Michael shopping for some new clothes, while Ivan starts on his bedroom.

Strange sensation in my nipples, they started to itch slightly.

Told mother and she told me that it was part of growing up, whatever that meant?

* * *

The weekend was not so exciting for Allan for most of it was spent ironing and washing all the bed linen. Wendy took out her threat of taking Michael shopping for new clothes and from the look on his face he did not want to go.

Once again she oversaw everything he did, making sure that the last of his old clothes did not appear too boyish for him.

Helping her youngest son into a light red T-shirt she smiled as she watched his pink frilled underwear disappear beneath a pair of worn out baggy jeans that had survived her spring cleaning of his room.

Hurrying him out of the house she informed Allan that Ivan would be working on the bedroom all weekend while she and Michael spent the weekend together shopping.

* * *

In fact the first stop for Wendy was Grace's, whereupon Michael's last vestige memories of being a boy where to be wiped clean from his thoughts.

Although Wendy was looking forward to Michael's transformation, Grace had informed her that the visit was also significant for her interest too, because Lady Melissa was intending on giving her the soon to be vacated manageress's role at the salon.

* * *

Trisha welcomed Wendy to the salon and introduced her to Suki, who promptly took a very puzzled looking Michael over to a booth where she began to wash his hair and tell him how pretty he was going to be when she had finished.

Trisha took Wendy on a tour of the salon and its attaching boutique.

"So do you think you could enjoy working here?" Trisha asked as she ordered one of her girls to fetch some drinks.

"Work here? But I err... Know nothing about beautician work, I've always been a housewife?" Wendy replied.

"You'll catch on very quick its easy to understand," Trisha smiled. "Now I understand you're being bedded by Grace's hunk of husband on a regular basis?"

Wendy could not help but blush as Trisha remarked on her affair with Madame Grace's husband.

"Is he as big as they say?"

"Yes he is very large indeed!" Wendy responded with a wry grin as the mere mention of his manhood made her crotch squirm with temptation. "He's an absolute gentlemen with it too!"

* * *

The next hour went by quickly as Trisha turned the conversation onto men and how untrusting they can be and how she felt about Harvey's weekday affair.

Wendy had never ever thought about her husband's weekday activities, but for some unknown reason she seemed to know all about his affair with Candice.

"Yes that is why I decided to have an affair with Ivan!" she spoke resolutely as if justifying her own affair was a way of getting back at her husband.

Trisha could only hide her smile as she listened to Wendy's replies, totally amazed at how the woman's mind had been completely changed.

Just then Suki appeared and announced Michael's session with her was over.

* * *

Allan had got used to having Ivan around and felt weird about having conversations with him especially when he was so openly having an affair with his mother. Though just as Wendy had done with Trisha, he also accepted the way all his family was behaving and when he finally looked in on Michael's finished bedroom he was totally stunned.

"It's... P...Pink?"

"Yep your mother wanted it that colour," Ivan replied as he finished hanging a pink ruffled curtain.

"But it's so?"

"Girlie?" Ivan laughed as he finished Allan's sentence for him.

"Yeah!"

"Don't you want to be like your little brother then?"

"Well I err?" Allan tried to think of a reply, but a little voice was telling him that he was a touch jealous of the pampering his mother was giving him and for some unknown reason of the shroud of femininity he was also being wrapped up in.

And that jealousy could not have been more evident on Monday afternoon, when Wendy brought Michael home to show him his new room.

* * *

Grace kept Wendy waiting deliberately, even though she was dying to see her youngest son's transformation. Joan had already ushered the two of them into her study and had informed her of their arrival.

Wendy sat nervously crossing and uncrossing her silk clad legs. She was desperate for some attention from Ivan and the new black sexy underwear she wore beneath her dress was especially for him. But if Wendy looked nervous then Michael looked an absolute wreck.

His young mind was in turmoil for he could not understand what his mother was doing to him and no matter how much he tried to fight it, a small voice within him kept telling him that it was what he wanted.

Grace finally entered her study and as she did, Wendy stood up and curtseyed, pulling a very sweet and pretty looking young girl to her feet to do likewise.

"Oh splendid!" Grace admired the little treasure. "Let me take a look at you!"

"Turn around for Madame!" Wendy ordered her youngest son.

Michael did not want to show off his new attire for he did not feel comfortable being dressed in girls clothing. Yet a voice within him kept reminding him how wonderful the experience was.

Grace admired the work her friend Trisha had done. Michael's dark hair was now cut into a more girlish style and his ears sported six small and sparkling studs, three in each lobe, while his nose also had a matching stud to accompany the others. His nails where perfectly painted and had been shaped to a manageable length for him to continue to grow and look after. But as he swished around the feel of his pink lightly patterned summer dress as it wrapped around his glittering white pantyhosed legs, caused his small feminine voice to break free of its imprisonment.

"Sit down child!" Grace ordered, "you look absolutely wonderful. Now tell me what do you feel?"

Looking down at his matching open toed two-inch sandals and at his pink painted toenails beneath the white mesh of his pantyhose, the realisation of what he was becoming seemed to change his entire outlook on the way that he was dressed.

"I'm a bit confused, Madame?" he replied biting his lightly pink glossed lip.

"Yes, my dear that is acceptable, but what do you feel being dressed like you are?"

"Pretty!" he replied looking up at his smiling mother.

"Now that you have had the pleasure of being dressed as you are, would you like to go back to wearing boys clothes again?"

Michael's young male voice was fighting for its identity the question was easy to answer, yes he did, but this new girl's voice was interfering with his thoughts. It was surrounding whatever masculinity he had left with such uncommon and alien thoughts.

"No, I do not!" he suddenly burst out.

"And why is that... I mean after all you are a boy aren't you?"

"Yes, but?"

"Let me put that question to you a different way Michelle... Oh, I'm sorry you don't mind me calling you Michelle, do you?"

Michael nodded in confusion, his small male voice trying desperate to find a way to tell this woman that he was not a girl and did not want to be.

"Good... Now tell me, what should lucky young boys like you grow up to be?"

"Young ladies, Madame!" he suddenly responded.

"That's correct and that is exactly what you shall grow up to be, Michelle!" Grace finished welding the young boy's mind to her command.

"Wendy, what do you think of your youngest daughter?"

"Oh, she is pretty Madame!" Wendy replied.

"Michelle, go and play a while with the dolls in my games room please... you do like playing with dolls, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Madame, I love them," he stood up gave a small curtsey and scurried away on his heels to begin his journey into femininity.

"Now then, Wendy, let me tell you about my plans for Michelle and Allan!"

Monday:

Wow! Am I jealous, Michelle came back to look at her finished bedroom and instantly began arranging the cosmetics Mother had brought her.

Why can't I be a girl?
 

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To Be Continued...