Jon? John? What's the difference? Part III. There and Back Again

In part 1, Karoscan-34 and Dratto-29 (eleven dimensional creatures and university students), changed the name of John Smith to Jon Smith in an alternate universe, as part of their term project.

In part 2, largely as a result of the name change, Jon fell into the clutches of Janice, an embittered lesbian (along with her lesbian and man hating lover, Dr. Athena) and Minerva, a vicious and sadistic dominatrix. At the end of part 2, he has managed to escape from Janice's dungeon (her basement).

Is he able to put his life back together now or does he keep sinking slowly into trans gender and BDSM lifestyle? Find out in this part.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and all the characters are purely imaginary.

1.

Jon looked around. There was nobody about. He ran for a while before slowing down. It was getting to be evening. It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. He was about five kilometers from his apartment.

Then he realized that he was fully dressed as a woman. There was nothing to it but continue the deception until he reached his apartment. Here his training came in handy. He was mortally afraid of going out in public as a woman (that was one of the reasons why he escaped from Janice's dungeon). However, now that he had to do it, he did not find it too hard. The main thing he had to remember was to walk with a slight wiggle to his hips (he was already taught to do that by Minerva), which was easy enough with the high heels he was wearing.

There were few pedestrians about. John had a distinct feeling of discomfort. He felt light headed, almost as if he was hallucinating. As he looked up, he was horrified to see the massive shape of Minerva just a couple of meters from him.

"I know where you live, and I will come to get you." The shape snarled. Jon rubbed his temples and looked up again. Minerva was gone. What a horrible hallucination, he thought with a shudder. It was not easy to walk with high heels, he realized that high heels really are meant to impress a man, and not for walking. He tried to remove the high heels, but could not undo the locks.

It took him quite a while to reach his apartment. Then he realized that he did not have the key to his apartment. Luckily he lived on the first floor. So he was able to break in through a window. He would have to get the window fixed later.

While he was walking home, he could smell Janice's pussy from time to time, he was still wearing her used panties. He meant to take them off when he reached the apartment.

He shared the apartment with Derek. He found a note waiting from Derek.

Dear Jon,

Sorry I missed you before you left for Europe. I am away for summer. The food in the fridge is for you. Have a good summer. See you in Fall.

Derek

Good old Derek, at least I won't starve tonight, Jon thought to himself as he removed his dress and Janice's used panties. But now that he had removed them, he felt strangely reluctant to part with them. He had got used to the smell of her pussy. He knew if he threw it in the garbage, he may just retrieve them later. Perhaps he could throw them away tomorrow, when he went out. After some hesitation, he put them in a ziplock bag and put them in his trouser pocket. He would decide what to do with them later.

As he opened the refrigerator door and saw the food inside, he realized that he was positively ravenous. Also it would be a welcome change from the bread and water he had been living on for the past few weeks.

He fixed himself a sandwich, got a beer and sat down to eat. Then he got a shock. The sandwich (and the chocolate pudding he had afterwards) strongly smelled of Janice's pussy. He knew that was impossible. Am I losing my mind? He wondered. He found the smell of her pussy strangely appetizing. But what the pussy smell real or was he imagining it? He should buy some wrapped food tomorrow to see if it also smelled of her pussy, he thought to himself.

By the time he finished his meal, he was tired. He had received a severe beating at the hands of Minerva, and had a long walk, in uncomfortable high heels. That reminded him that he still had high heels on, locked on his feet. After fumbling with them for a while, he got a pair of scissors and cut off the straps of the sandals.

He saw the photograph of his parents on the kitchen table. He saw the smiling, loving face of his mother and he wondered if he should call her. All of a sudden he longed to see her. Then he remembered that they were on a world cruise and will be gone for a few more months. They were on their second honeymoon and it would be a shame to disturb them. Then he saw that his mother was sitting on the cooking range, smiling at him. He shook his head and looked away. When he looked back, she had disappeared. Why am I hallucinating? He wondered.

2.

He fell into his bed and was instantly asleep, with the image of his loving and smiling mother still in his mind. He found himself to be an infant again. His mommy had held him close to her bosom and he was suckling on her breast. He felt safe and protected in his mommy's bosom, his chubby cheeks pressed against her exposed, soft breast. He suckled and swallowed contentedly and noisily.

Eventually he was full and stopped suckling. However, his mommy had other ideas. "Now, my little one, keep suckling. Mommy's milk is good for you." She gently rubbed his cheek with her fingers and kissed him on the forehead. His instinct took over and he started suckling again, against his wishes.

He was annoyed at his mommy. He bit down on her nipple hard. However, he had no teeth and his pressing on her tit increased the flow of milk. This made his mother happy. "That's a good boy. Keep sucking, sweetum. You will grow to be big and strong."

All of a sudden, he found himself growing bigger and stronger. I will show her, he thought, his lips clamped firmly on her nipple. He will remove his mouth from her nipple and she won't be able to stop him, with his increased strength.

However, he found that while he was growing bigger, so was her breast, so that the relative size of his mouth with respect to her breast did not change. He noticed that she was growing bigger along with him. He tried to disengage his mouth from her breast. However, her huge hand clamped down on his back and pressed him even tighter to her soft, now gigantic breast.

"Now, now, little Joni. Don't be naughty. Be a good girl and keep sucking on mommy's breast." A loud and booming voice bellowed down at him. But what shocked him was that the voice was unmistakably that of Janice, and not of his mother. Instead of his mother, he was now suckling at Janice's huge melon, now literally as big as a water melon. His mother had turned into Janice.

By now he was a full grown man. However, Janice was several times bigger than him and easily held him close to her breast. He again bit down on her breast. However, while he had grown to adult proportion, he still had no teeth and his biting down on her nipple had the same effect as before, it increased the flow of milk.

But wait, was it milk? Why was it beginning to taste salty? It had also developed a strange flavor. Soon he realized that the breast milk had turned into Janice's pussy juice. He was sucking her pussy juice out of her breast. Instead of the sweet smell of his mommy's breast, he smelled the musky, rancid smell of sweat, piss and pussy. He again tried his best to disengage from her breast, but to no avail.

She pinched his cheek painfully. "There, there, little Joni. Suck all you want, sweetie. Mommy's pussy juice is good for you, you will grow up to be a good girl, obedient to your mommy." She bent down and kissed him on the forehead, her large, sharp incisors biting painfully into his skin. Her lips almost covered his forehead. Tears of pain came to his eyes.

Now her breasts also spouted hair. He could feel the coarse, thick hair prick his cheeks painfully. He also had some hair in his mouth. Her pussy juice was flowing freely. Jon again stopped suckling. However, now it made no difference, the pussy juice still kept trickling into his mouth. He decided not to swallow, but let it accumulate and flow out of his mouth.

The trickle became a steady stream. His mouth became full of her pussy juice and he was about to choke, so he was forced to gulp it down. However, the stream now became a torrent. He tried his best to gulp it down. But it overflowed his mouth and started flowing down his cheeks and her breast.

Janice thrust her breast further inside with her hand, wedging it tightly in his mouth. His jaws were parted wide to accommodate her gigantic nipple, still he was barely able to hold it in. The hole in the nipple became wider and pussy juice gushed into his mouth in a torrent. His jaws were beginning to hurt. He could feel the pussy juice mixed with another acrid, pungent liquid. Wait a minute, that is the taste of her piss, he recalled. The pussy juice was now mixed with her urine. He could feel the liquid mixture enter his lungs. He felt himself choking, gasping for breath. He was literally drowning in her pussy juice. Oh, what a way to die. Jon found himself slowly fading away, choking on Janice's body fluids.

Jon woke up screaming. He was gasping for breath. He was also drenched with sweat. It took him a while to calm down. The first thing he noticed was that the bedroom smelled strongly of Janice's pussy. He knew his senses were deceiving him. He went to the windows and opened them wider. Eventually the smell went away. He could also taste her pussy on his lips. Has she been here? He wondered. But other than the pussy smell, there was no sign of her. He licked his lips and checked his face for pussy hair. There was none. He wondered if he was losing his mind.

While her pussy smell had gone away, the smell of her urine still lingered. Then Jon noticed to his horror that it was his own urine he was smelling, not hers. Then did he really smell her pussy or was that in his mind as well? He had wet his bed during the nightmare. What had they done to his mind? He probably will have to see a psychiatrist very soon.

Then he noticed that he had a strong erection. Probably it was the effect of the smell of Janice's pussy. He decided to masturbate. After trying a while, he still had no success. Then he remembered her panties in the ziplock bag. He removed the panties and held the crotch to his nose. As he deeply inhaled the aroma of her pussy, his erection became stronger. However, he still had no success in climaxing. He needed to be spanked while smelling Janice's pussy. Only then he could ejaculate.

Out of desperation, he lay down on his stomach. Holding her panties pressed in between his nose and the mattress, he tried to spank himself with table tennis paddle in one hand, while masturbating with the other hand. He mentally cursed Minerva for messing with his mind. However, it was very awkward to spank himself with one hand, he just could not get the proper leverage, it did not feel like spanking. After a while, he was totally frustrated. While he still had erection, he just could not ejaculate. His penis was now red and tender, because of his ministrations. But no ejaculation. He really must see a psychiatrist. He gave up in disgust and decided to clean up the mess. He put the panties back in the ziplock bag and placed the bag in his trouser pocket. It took him a long time to clean up after himself. He showered and fixed himself a snack.

As he went back to bed, he decided to phone a psychiatrist, the very next day and get an appointment. By now his penis had gone limp, but still felt tender to the touch. It took him a long time to go back to sleep, and he slept fitfully after that, waking up frequently. Twice he woke up from nightmares, shaking and sweaty.

3.

When he finally got up in the morning, he had a splitting headache. He washed up, had breakfast and took a couple of aspirins. His headache became somewhat better, but did not go away completely. Back to the grind, he thought. The first thing he had to do was go to the administration office and sort out the confusion about his name. Mr. Stewart had promised to set things right.

As he walked across the campus, he encountered very few students. The summer term was over and most of the students had left the campus. In the administration office, only a skeleton crew was present. The lady (Mrs. Evans) he saw informed him that Mr. Stewart had not yet returned from his vacation. She checked his name on the computer.

"Everything seems to be OK, Mr. Smith. You are in the computer as Jon and not John. Evidently Mr. Stewart took care of it, as he had promised you."

However, Jon listened to her with only half a ear. Looking beyond her, he could see the massive form of Minerva, wagging her finger at him and saying "I know where you are, you asshole and I am coming to get you."

Mrs. Evans continued, oblivious to Jon's discomfort. "Now, Mr. Smith, there is another matter."

"What is she doing here? How did she get here?" He looked at Mrs. Evans.

"Who got here? What are you talking about , Mr. Smith?" Mrs. Evans looked behind her. "There is nobody here, sir."

Jon looked beyond her again. Minerva was not there. Jon rubbed his temples.

"Are you all right , sir?" Mrs. Evans wanted to know.

"Yeah, sure. I am fine. Didn't get a good sleep last night, I am still a bit groggy."

"Do you want to see a doctor? Shall I call a taxi for you? The Student Health Center should be open."

"No, I am OK. Thank you, but don't worry about me."

"Well, then there is another matter. Your tuition fee is overdue. You should have paid last week. Could you give me a check now?"

He looked at his bank balance. He had barely enough to cover the tuition, but there would be very little left afterwards. His credit card was maxed out, so no help there. As he came out of the Administration Office, his first thought was that he had to get a job. He had a job lined up, which he was gong to start after he came back from Europe. However, he should have started the job weeks ago.

He put a quarter in the phone and dialed his potential boss, without much hope.

"Hello, Ms. Wickham? This is Jon Smith."

"Jon Smith? Do I know you?"

"I was supposed to start a summer job with your company."

"Oh, yes. Now I remember. All summer jobs started a while ago. Where were you until now?"

"You see, I have been sick."

"Oh, really." She was openly skeptical. "You don't sound sick to me. Why didn't you contact us when you were supposed to start with us and let us know that you were sick?"

"Look, I am sorry about all that. Is it possible to start my job now?"

"Since you did not inform us at the starting date, the job is filled. I will tell you what, though. If you get a letter from your doctor saying that you have been sick, we will offer you a summer job, should a vacancy arise."

"Thank you , Ms. Wickham."

4.

He put the phone down in despair. He had to get a job soon, otherwise he won't be able to eat. As he was walking to his apartment, he saw a small help wanted sign in the window of a convenience store. He took the sign with him and went in to inquire. A tall and handsome young man around twenty years of age (probably a university student) was at the checkout counter.

"I have come about the job opening." Jon showed him the sign.

"I don't think we have a job opening. Let me check with the manager. I will go and get Mrs. Greenfield."

Soon he came out with a short, dumpy looking woman, barely 5 feet tall and in her late forties. She was also somewhat overweight.

"Mrs. Greenfield, this gentleman here says we have a job opening."

Mrs. Greenfield stared at him over her glasses meaningfully. "And do we?"

He appeared embarrassed. "No, ma'am. I don't think so. At least, I hope not."

"Well, you heard him, young man."

"Please, I am desperate. And I saw the sign in the window."

"What sign?"

"The 'help wanted' sign. Look" he showed her the sign.

Mrs. Greenfield was a scheming, calculating and quick thinking woman.

"Well, now, I am not saying there may not be a vacancy. Let us go inside and we will discuss it."

The young man spoke up.

"Mrs. Greenfield, I am sorry about this morning. It won't happen again."

"Listen, Jimmy. You just mind the store. We will be back shortly."

She took him to her office and then on to the stock room. The stockroom was cramped, littered with boxes and cartons of all kind.

"Now, what is your name, young man?"

"Jon Smith, ma'am."

"I am Priscilla Greenfield. You may call me ma'am or Mrs. Greenfield. Now, Jon, if you satisfy me, I will make it worth your while."

"Satisfy you, ma'am?"

"Yes, bring me to a climax with your tongue and I will see what I can do. Are you interested?"

Jon considered her offer. He had eaten Janice's pussy several times. While Janice was gorgeous, a paragon of beauty compared to this dumpy old hag, how bad could it be?

"I suppose so, OK."

"Lie down on the floor. I don't have a mattress or a sheet."

Jon lay down on his back on the bare floor, among the boxes, cobwebs and dirt. Mrs. Greenfield removed her pantyhose and her panties. She squatted down on his face, resting her massive, hairy thighs on his chest. A fishy, rank odor assaulted his nostrils. Jon could see that her pussy hair was matted. As she settled herself on his chest, with his face caught in between her thighs, she lowered her skirt around his head, plunging him into darkness. He could smell the dank, musky smell of her pussy mixed with the smell of her sweat. Jon tentatively licked at her pussy hair. He could taste urine and her salty sweat.

"Now, Jon, my pussy hair is matted, disentangle it gently with your tongue and your saliva. If you hurt me, I won't be impressed." The disembodied voice said from above.

That morning she had had sex with her assistant, Jimmy. Her husband hadn't a clue that she was sleeping with her hunk of an assistant. However, she was always careful to wash her pussy thoroughly before she went to him (which was rare these days, her husband was over the hill as far as sex was concerned).

However, this morning her husband was in a romantic mood. He had declared to her his intention of taking her out for dinner and bowling afterwards. Of course, she was way past the stage when she had to spend hours getting ready to go out. These days she was ready before her husband. But there was a possibility he may want sex after they got home. He would get suspicious if he saw her squishy, soppy pussy already leaking cum before they even started. She was thinking of washing out her pussy before going out. But now this Jon Smith would do the job for her and in a much more pleasant manner.

By licking her matted pussy hair with plenty of saliva, Jon finally managed to loosen the hair and break through to her pussy. She was leaking semen through her hole and Jon had to lap it up repeatedly. He easily found her clitoris, it was much bigger than that of Janice. As he gently started nibbling on her clitoris, she started to moan. However, just then her cellular phone rang out.

"Keep sucking and licking dear" Priscilla said to him as she answered the phone.

"Hello? Yes, this is Priscilla Greenfield. (covering the mouthpiece) Yeah, that is it, you bastard, lick it right there, nibble on my clitty, but gently, mind you. (removing her hand) Now listen Mr. Carter, when I ask you to send apples I mean fresh apples and not some rejects that even a skid row bum wouldn't touch. (Covering the mouthpiece), oooh, that feels good. Take my clitty in between your teeth again and nibble on it, oh, God, does that ever feel good. (removing her hand) No, I am not paying a penny for the apples. .Yes, I will sell them for what I get, so what? If you want your apples back, send somebody to get them and let him take the spoiled apples back. (covering the mouthpiece) Yes, I am leaking a lot, dear, lap it all up, don't make a mess on the floor. No I have not climaxed yet, you are lapping up my honey juice mixed with Jimmy's semen."

For an instance, Jon did not understand what she was saying. Then it hit him. Oh, my God, she wouldn't, he thought to himself. However, now he knew what that slimy, gooey stuff leaking from her pussy was, he had wondered about that. He had brought Janice to climax many times, but her pussy never dripped such secretions. He kept licking vigorously, his talented tongue darting everywhere. Mrs. Greenfield continued her monologue over the phone.

"What is the matter, are you deaf or something? I told you I am not paying you a penny for the apples. Yes, I keep what I get for apples. Now send someone to pick up your apples or shut the fuck up. (covering the mouthpiece) Don't pull my pussy hair, you shithead. Insert your tongue into my pussy as far as it will go. Fuck my pussy as if your tongue was your cock. (removing her hand) Oh, yeah? Well the same to you, buddy. Do you want me to send samples of your apples to other food stores? You won't get another order for apples in this city for as long as you live. .I thought not. So I can keep the apples for free?. Good, I knew you would see my way. Not so fast. Send me a free shipment tomorrow as well and we will call it even. .OK, we are agreed, talk to you later then, bye." "The asshole." She said to herself.

She put away the phone. By now she was dripping Jimmy's semen, mixed with her pussy juice into his mouth at almost a steady pace. Jon was having a difficult time of it, fucking her with his tongue while at the same time lapping up the secretions coming out of her. Another problem was that he did not like the taste and smell of her pussy (he adored the smell of Janice's pussy). Her pussy juice had a bitter taste and a fishy odor to it. However, he could feel her building to a climax.

She gripped his neck tightly with her hands and he could feel her small nails dig painfully into his flesh. "Yeah, I am coming, you son of a bitch. Oooh, yeah, here I come." Her juices gushed into his mouth and he had difficulty lapping them all up. By squeezing her pelvis repeatedly, she was able to empty her pussy completely into his mouth. By now some of her coarse, thick pussy hair had gathered in his mouth. Just as he thought she was finished, she squeezed her pelvis one final time and a huge gob of semen fell onto his tongue with a plop. As he gulped down the semen, he ended up swallowing all the pussy hair. Jon licked up all her frothy discharge and licked her pussy clean. He ended by planting a small kiss on her pussy lips.

Finally her pussy was totally empty. She gathered up her skirt around herself and Jon saw the light of day. She kept sitting on his chest for a minute. She was drenched with sweat and dripping onto his body.

"Wow, that was great, honey. Thanks."

Jon was thoroughly intimidated by this woman, he had seen how she had chopped off the head of Mr. Carter. However, he asked her "What about the job, ma'am?"

"What job?"

"You promised me a job, Mrs. Greenfield."

"I did no such thing. There is no job available. Some teenagers must have put up that 'help wanted' sign in the window. Just a teenage prank."

"Well, you did say you will make it worth my while."

"So I did." She opened her purse and took out a twenty dollar bill. "Here you are. Worth every penny of it. Any time you feel like earning a twenty, do drop by. Now get lost. I am busy." That was excellent, she thought to herself contentedly. She really should ask Jimmy to clean up his messes from now on. And she won't have to pay him a twenty each time either.

Jon felt utterly cheap, humiliated and angry. She was treating him as if he was a prostitute. However, he pocketed the twenty. He could use the money, however ill gotten. He brushed the cobwebs from his clothes and from his hair. As his hand went over his trouser pocket, he realized Janice's used panties were still in his pocket. Then his mood changed.

"Uh, Mrs. Greenfield." He began. However, Mrs. Greenfield did not let him finish.

"Shit." She stood up on a carton. Even though she was much shorter than him, now she towered over him. She took his face in her small, plump hand and squeezed his cheeks. Her thumb and fingers dug painfully into his cheeks. Her graying hair was matted to her head because of perspiration. Her face was dripping and glistening and she smelled unpleasantly of her sweat.

"Do you have trouble understanding simple English, boy? There is no job, see, I lied to you, I was horny." She yelled in his face, spraying his face with her saliva. Jon did not wipe his face, he wanted a favor from her, he didn't want to anger her any further.

"It's not that, ma'am. I know there is no job. It's just." He was embarrassed to complete the sentence.

Priscilla's attitude suddenly changed. "Oh, my dear, you are blushing. Whatever is the matter?" She suddenly pulled him to her and kissed him on the forehead and pressed his face tightly into her breasts. Jon almost gagged on the smell of her sweat.

"It's just that, just that. Will you please spank me, ma'am?" He said in a muffled voice into her breasts. He tasted her salty sweat as he opened his mouth.

Priscilla was completely thrown off by this request. This was the last thing she expected. Still holding him tightly to her breasts, she held his face in her hand and upturned it. "You like to be spanked, boy?" She said, looking down. Jon looked up at her.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Why? What do you get out of it?"

"Well, that is the only way I can come, ma'am." He replied, blushing furiously.

"No reason we can't accommodate your desires, dear. That talented tongue should be worth something. However, let us go into my office. I don't want to sit down in this mess. But first, let us go into the store, I want to talk to my assistant."

"So Jimmy, still want to keep your job?"

"Yes, ma'am. Very much so, ma'am."

"OK, then ignore any sounds you hear from my office for the next while. Also, if a customer comes in, make up a suitable story. You have your job, I am not going to fire you."

"Thank you, ma'am. You can rely on me, I will cover for you."

"Let us go to my office, dear." Priscilla said to Jon.

Jon took out the ziplock bag with Janice's used panties in it. Priscilla sat down in her big, comfortable chair.

"Now, Jon, get undressed, remove all your clothes. I want to see what I am spanking." John was embarrassed to undress in front of her. However, he wanted to ejaculate badly. Shamefaced, he removed all his clothes.

"There is no need to blush, dear. No, I take that back." She said, staring at his semi erect penis. "My, my. We are tiny down there, aren't we?" Actually his penis was about average size. However, Priscilla was always the one to twist the knife. She knew Jon was not in a position to answer back to her.

"And why are you shaved smooth around your penis, like a girl?"

"It's a long story, ma'am."

"Well, then, let us spank the hell out of you first, then you can tell me all about it. Now, I don't want to get my skirt or pantyhose dirty. Here is a box of tissues. Make a ball of tissues around your penis, that should not take too many tissues, for such a tiny weenie. Cover the tip completely. And what's with the used panties?" Priscilla could clearly see the soiled crotch of Janice's panties.

"I have to smell the panties while getting spanked, ma'am."

"Any panties, or are these panties of a particular woman?"

"They are of one woman, Janice."

"Did Janice do this to you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Interesting. How?"

"It's a."

"Long story, I know. After you have climaxed, we really should have a long chat." She spread a plastic sheet over her lap.

"Come on, now, get on my lap. How do I spank you? Do I use a paddle, a whip or my hands?"

"Your hands will be fine, Mrs. Greenfield. Janice always used her hands."

Just as she was about to start, she paused.

"No, something is not right. What if you yell and scream while I am spanking you?" Jon thought it unlikely, he didn't think a petit woman like Mrs. Greenfield could spank that hard, but he did not say anything.

"Get up, honey." She stood up and retrieved her panties, which were lying forgotten on the floor after she had removed them. Jon could see cobwebs, dirt stuck to the panties. She asked Jon to lie on her lap again and stuffed her used panties into his mouth. Her panties were too big for his mouth and half of them stuck out of his face. Jon almost gagged by the rancid, pungent smell of her panties. However, he wanted to cum, so he ignored the terrible smell and taste.

Priscilla spat generously on his bare buttocks and rubbed in the saliva with her palm. Raising her hand, she brought down her palm with great force and it struck Jon with a loud crack. Jon winced with pain as her small hand struck his ass. However, he could feel his cock stirring. He inhaled deeply from Janice's panties. The spanking continued and Jon was surprised how hard she could spank, with her small hands. Even Minerva did not spank him as hard, and compared to this, Janice's spanking was merely love taps. In addition to Janice's pussy, he could also smell Priscilla's sweat. While he found the latter revolting, soon he got a stiff erection. Slowly the severity of her strokes increased. While her hand was small, it was also chubby, so weighed a fair bit. It made quite a missile when it struck his ass at high speed. Jon could not believe that hand spank could hurt so much. Tears of pain started flowing down his face. He probably won't be able sit up straight for at least a week. She would alternate the strokes between his two ass cheeks. Soon both his ass cheeks were on fire.

However, he had a hard on like never before. After about ten minutes of severe spanking by Priscilla, he ejaculated, copiously, like never before. He kept on spasming and squirting. To him, it appeared as if he would never stop squirting. When he started climaxing, she stopped spanking and threw him down on the carpet. Jon's body kept twitching, like fish out of water while he ejaculated, thoroughly soaking the wad of tissue around his penis.

Her small office was filled with the odor of his semen. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. "Here, stuff the tissues in this bag and take it with you when you leave. You are stinking up the whole office." She handed him another ziplock bag. She also removed her panties from his mouth. Jon could feel the dirt, the grit from her panties in his mouth. They were drenched with his saliva. He immediately started sobbing softly.

Priscilla sat down on the carpet besides him, picked up his head and cradled his face to her breasts, clasping him tightly to her soft, large bosom. "There, there, sweetie. Did mommy spank too hard? Don't cry."

Priscilla was sweating again from her efforts. Her breasts positively reeked of sweat and with effort, he kept from throwing up. "Thank you, ma'am." Jon said still sniffling into her breasts. As he opened his mouth, a few drops of her dripping sweat landed in is mouth. "That was the best orgasm I ever had." He spoke into her breasts.

"Oh, dear. You are fogging my eyeglasses." She kissed him softly on the forehead and released him. His face was wet with her sweat, having been pressed against her sweat drenched blouse. She released him. He was still sobbing softly as he placed the tissues in the bag. The wad of tissues was drenched with his semen. He took more tissues and wiped his penis dry, again surprised at the amount he ejaculated.

While the spanking was going on, Jimmy was minding the store. From the sounds coming from Mrs. Greenfield's office, it was clear to him what was going on. He could not figure out why. Why is she spanking him, and why does he let her. Jon could easily overpower her, if he wanted. A couple of customers came to the store while the spanking was going on. One of them asked him what was going on. "Oh, just a carpenter doing some work" Jimmy replied, hoping that was a believable explanation.

As Jon got dressed, Priscilla said to him "Now Jon dear, come sit in the chair and tell me all about Janice. Why does she make you shave around your penis? And why are you not able to climax without smelling the pussy of this Janice and getting spanked? How did she do it?"

She took out two beers from the refrigerator. She opened one and looked at him questioningly. Jon still had a headache and decided not to chance a beer.

"Could I have a soft drink, ma'am? I have a slight headache."

"You are supposed to have headache before sex, dear, not after sex." She remarked as she handed him a Coke.

Jon sat in the small chair next to her. Now that he had come down from his climax, he found Mrs. Greenfield a revolting woman, loud, foul mouthed and smelling strongly of sweat. He also realized that she was old and ugly. However, she had given him the biggest and the best orgasm of his life. He owed her something. He told her everything. She was intrigued.

"How can I get hold of this Janice? Do you have her phone number?"

"Not here, ma'am, at home. However, she is the President and CEO of Jon's Auto Parts, they are in the phone book. She owns the company."

"This 'Jon' from Jon's auto parts. Is that you?"

"No, her father."

" Thanks for telling me all this, Jon. And remember, any time you want to earn a twenty, just walk in. Oh, and take the wad of dirty tissues with you, it is stinking up my office." She said to him.

Not in this lifetime, Jon thought to himself. Now that he was totally drained, he wondered how he got an orgasm at all from this terrible woman. And she regarded him as no better than a prostitute. However, one must be polite.

"Thank you, Mrs. Greenfield, I will. Bye."

"Now I must really go for a shower and a change of clothes. I can't serve customers looking and smelling like this. Peeeyuuu." She wrinkled her nose as she started towards the shower.

As Jon was leaving the store, Jimmy noticed his red nose and face and realized that Jon had been crying. He wondered what went on in Priscilla's office. Perhaps he should ask her about it.

While she was taking shower and changing clothes, Mrs. Greenfield was immersed in deep thought. She found the whole idea utterly fascinating, a man cannot achieve a climax unless he is spanked and is smelling her pussy. Perhaps she could train a man so he will have to sniff her asshole instead of her pussy. It definitely had possibilities. While she was spraying the deodorant, she wondered whether she should train her husband, or try it out on Jimmy first and then train her husband. By the time she was fully dressed, she had made her decision.

She came out into the store. "Oh, Jimmy honey, would you be a dear and get me the phone number of Jon's Auto Parts?" she said.

5.

Jon left the convenience store, utterly dejected and humiliated. He had never felt further down in the dumps, even though he had just had the best orgasm of his life. He really must find a job. But he felt dirty, unclean, violated. First he must go home and clean himself up. He was sure his breath smelled, he must brush his teeth. He still had a headache, aspirin helped, but not much. Immersed in deep thought, he headed to his apartment. As he was walking, he suddenly stopped. There was a snake in his path, hissing at him. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. There was nothing there, just a piece of tube. Damn these hallucinations, he thought.

As he was walking down a small, narrow, deserted alley, he heard roaring of motorcycles. He looked around himself. Four motorbikes were charging toward him, two on each side. He was afraid they may run him over. He shrank back against the wall.

The motorbikes stopped right next to him and the bikers got down. They stood around him in a semicircle, with his back against the wall. Jon was mortally afraid. All four were big, husky men with full beards and tattoos on their arms and legs. For a moment, he fervently hoped that this was one of his hallucinations. However, he knew that was not the case. He took out the twenty he had and offered it to them.

"This is all I have, guys. Here, take it."

However, the bikers made no move to take it. "Hello there, Joni, girlie boy. Keep yer money, we don't want it. If yer a good girl, we may even give you money."

"What do you mean?"

The biker got in his face. He towered over him. Jon could smell the stink of his unwashed body. "We know you have been turned into a pussy boy by that bitch, Minerva. Well, dearie, we want some of that pussy."

"Please, take the money and let me go."

Another biker chimed in. "Now, you don't want us to go. We are all friends here, right." When Jon didn't respond, he squeezed Jon's cheeks painfully with his large hand. "Right, sissy?"

"Yeah, well. Sure."

"That's good, real good. Because we are going to pay you a little visit tonight. We want to see what you can do for us, if your mouth is really as talented as Minerva says it is. And I bet you is still a virgin, you ain't never been fucked in the ass, have you?"

"Well, yes. By Minerva."

"Her dinky little strap ons don't count. What you need is a man's cock, you need to feast on my foot long hot dog."

"That is for sure. Burt's cock here is at least a foot long. Mine is bigger, though. It is just like shoving a cucumber up your ass. Except cucumber don't spit." Paul laughed uproariously at his own wit.

"Shut up, Paul. Mine is bigger. But we will find out if you is still a virgin, you faggot. I bet when I fuck you, you will bleed, that will mean you is still a virgin. I will be the first to deflower you."

"We will find out tonight who has the bigger dong, you asshole. We will see when Joni here squeals the loudest, when I am fucking her or when you are. But why should you be the first one to fuck her? I want to make a dishonest woman out of her."

"Now, fellows, why are we fighting among ourselves? There is plenty for all of us. Joni here is a woman enough for all of us, ain't you girlie? We are all gonna fuck her. As to who goes first, we don't want a knife fight over this piece of shit, she ain't worth it. Let's cut cards."

"You are right, Mike. I don't want to fight over this asshole. We will take turns, two at a time."

"We can do better. She has got two hands. She can jerk two of us off, while the other two fuck her in her mouth and ass."

"Hear that, sissy fag? Better give yerself enema before we come. After I shove my cucumber up your ass, you will have to suck on it."

"Yeah, there will be the taste of blood and cum. You don't want to taste your own shit, do you? Or maybe you do, you look just the kind of pervert who will enjoy it."

The fourth biker, who had so far been silently watching him, stepped forward. "Now hold on. We ain't going four at a time."

"You wanna go first Tom?" Burt asked him.

"You want her for yerself? You wanna make her yer bitch?" Tom appeared to be their leader.

"I will go last. The three of youse can open her up for me." Tom held Jon's face in his hand and raised it.

"Look at this cute face. I don't want to kill her. Better you open her up with yer cucumbers and then I will give her a workout with my baseball bat."

"Tom is right, girlie. His dong is like shoving two cucumbers up your little ass."

"Feel it, bitch. Feel his dong with your hand." Jon looked down at Tom's crotch and gasped. He could clearly see the outline of Tom's huge erect cock. He didn't know anybody could have such a huge cock.

"What's the matter, stupid bimbo? Can't understand simple orders? Feel it, I said." Burt said.

Jon put his hand out and hesitatingly touched Tom's crotch. He noticed Tom's breathing had become heavy and shallow. It was clear Tom was turned on. Tom was looking at him hungrily, like a tiger would look at a piece of meat. Jon was suddenly afraid Tom might rape him right there, in the alley. Tom's cock was stiff as wood. It was at least a foot long and perhaps two inches in diameter. While baseball bat may have been an exaggeration, Jon realized there was no way Tom's cock was going to penetrate his asshole without seriously hurting him. Then he noticed a wet patch just below the tip of his penis spreading on his dirty jeans. Automatically he ran his fingers over it.

"Good, you really are a faggot. Now smell it." Jon put his fingers to his nose and could smell the bleach like scent of semen.

"There is plenty more where that came from. You will be feasting tonight, girlie. Better not eat any dinner. You gotta watch yer figure, you know." Mike said, belching loudly.

"Quit clowning, you assholes. All right, sissy. Here is the deal. We will come to yer apartment in the evening." Tom looked at his watch.

"That gives you 5-6 hours. We want you to look pretty, dress pretty and smell pretty. When you open the door, we want to see a girlie girl in a purty dress and not some fag pretending to be a man. If you go home and start getting ready right now, you will have just enough time."

Tom extended his arm and pulled Jon into his embrace. He looked down at him and said

"In the evening, you gotta show enthusiasm, behave like you is enjoying yerself. If we ain't happy with yer performance, we will beat you to a pulp. But if yer a good girl, we will spread the word around and yer can expect to make lotta friends among the bikers." Tom chuckled right into Jon's face and Jon got an awful smell of his fetid breath.

"Yes sir." Jon didn't know what to say. Tom was holding him so tightly Jon was having difficulty breathing. Tom's bad breath blowing directly into his face did not help the matters any. Jon was afraid Tom may crush his ribs.

"Now yer learning, pussy. Here is a slice of heaven, a sample of what you will be getting."

Tom caught Jon entirely by surprise when he held Jon's face in his large gloved hand and brought down his own face and pressed his large lips firmly on Jon's lips. Jon could feel the coarse hair of Tom's beard and mustache tickling and pricking his cheeks, like needles. He could feel Tom's huge, erect penis press against his crotch. He tried to resist Tom by keeping his lips firmly shut, but it was useless. Tom's insistent tongue pried open Jon's lips and entered his mouth like a conqueror. His large, thick tongue started exploring Jon's mouth. Jon felt bile rising in his throat, due to the stink of Tom's breath. However, Tom had pinned him down securely and Jon could not do anything except stand there and take it. He relaxed in Tom's arms.

His neck was starting to hurt, the way it was craning upwards. He circled Tom's neck with his hands for support and stood on tip toes, thus relieving the tension in his neck. As Tom started transferring his foul saliva into his mouth, Jon was afraid he might throw up. He did his best not to swallow, but the saliva had nowhere to go, their lips together formed an airtight seal. In order to avoid it entering his lungs and drowning in Tom's spit, Jon swallowed and gulped it down. Tom kept transferring saliva into his mouth noisily. The kiss seemed to go on interminably.

Just when Jon thought it would never end, Tom broke the kiss and stood back. Some of Tom's foul smelling saliva spilled form his open mouth onto Jon's face. Some from Jon's open mouth spilled on to Jon's shirt.

"There is plenty more where that came from, pansy. See you in the evening."

The four of them got on their motorbike and roared away. Jon had been trying to suppress the vomit for a long time now, but finally the vomit won out. He knelt near the wall of the alley and started throwing up.

He threw up copiously. He could taste and smell everything he had swallowed, as it came out. He could smell Jimmy's semen, Priscilla's pussy juice and her sweat (when did he swallow her sweat, he wondered), and Tom's saliva. He also threw up some of Priscilla's pussy hair. Even that wasn't enough, he kept heaving repeatedly and throwing up bile.



Interlude:

"Dratto, I was wrong, you were right. You win." Karoscan said.

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"Well, for a long time, this timeline was identical to the old timeline, where he was named John and I thought I was being vindicated. But then he went to the Administrator's house and the whole craziness started. Now look at him."

"This miserable, pathetic excuse for a man retching his guts out in a deserted alley is a far cry from the confident, self-assured owner of John's Auto Parts in the previous universe. And no amount of good fortune is going to change his lot to become comparable to that of John. Look at John. He has finished his Europe vacation, has had a great time there and is now working his summer job. I am willing to stop right here and start writing our report for the term paper."

"Karoscan, I tend to agree with you. However, I say to you what you said to me some time ago when I was ready to give up. Let us complete the experiment. Prof. Maravedi-7 always says, a scientist should never jump to conclusions, otherwise he may reach the wrong conclusion. I don't see how Jon's life can become comparable to John's life in the long run, I think you are right in that. However, there are still more than ten years to go. Let us watch for a while, then we can watch the recording tomorrow and start on our term paper. The period of experimentation is thirty five years and let us stick to it."

"All right, let us keep watching. You know, Dratto, with plenty of milk and sugar, this tea doesn't taste too bad. Of all the trimee drinks, I like tea the best, or rather, dislike the least." Karoscan said, stirring another spoonful of sugar in his tea.

"This is tea prepared Indian style." (Add tea leaves, not powder to water and bring to boil. Then add milk liberally and bring to boil again. Remove the mixture from the stove and filter. Serve with sugar on the side). "I thought that may be the most palatable, so I asked the minibar to prepare it this way." Dratto said.

"Could we follow the bikers for a while? I want to see what they do."

"Follow the bikers? Why?"

"I have my reasons. I have a hunch. Could we follow them? Then we can watch the recording to see what happens to Jon."

"No need, my friend. There are two hyper cubes in front of us. We don't need to observe the old universe, John's universe, the one that doesn't exist any more, right?"

"Right."

"So we get rid of the old universe, there." One of the cubes went blank.

"Now watch." Dratto made a few adjustments. In the left cube, they saw Jon still retching, while in the right cube, they saw the bikers speeding away.

"We can watch the two simultaneously. We can watch upto three cubes at a time. I told you this DUD is a neat little machine."



6.

Finally Jon stopped heaving and quieted down. He removed pussy hairs from his mouth with his fingers. He was disgusted, but there was no question of throwing up any more. His stomach was totally empty. His face and his shirt were soaked with his vomit. He needed to clean up badly. Slowly he walked back to his apartment.

As he brushed his teeth and took a shower, he was in deep thought, as to what he should do. At all costs he must avoid the evening encounter with the bikers, it was a lose-lose situation for him. Then he realized something. He had not been careful when he returned to his apartment, the bikers could easily have followed him home. Now they knew where he lived, even if they didn't before. Smooth move Jon, he thought to himself. He had to get out of the apartment. But first he needed a nap.

After he got up and had a bite to eat, he looked at his bank balance again. There was hardly anything left. He couldn't afford to stay at a motel. All his friends were away for summer. There was only one alternative. With a sigh, he got dressed. He put on the dress in which he had escaped, including Janice's soiled panties and bra. He slipped in the breastforms. He didn't have any make up in his apartment. However, he tried his best to arrange his hair in feminine style. Jon suffered from dry skin in winter and he used skin care lotion on his legs during winter, to keep them from itching. He still had some left in a bottle. He rubbed it in his face as a moisturizer.

Finally he looked in the mirror. He still had the hourglass figure, acquired by extensive corset training in Janice's dungeon. However, without makeup, mascara and wig, he did not look anything like the gorgeous woman he did at Janice's place. While he did not look exactly female, he may pass for a masculine looking woman and that will have to do. He now wished he had not cut off the high heels with scissors, but tried harder to undo the locks. He could have used them now. He had to make do with his tennis shoes. He did not have a lipstick with him. He took a tiny drop of cooking oil and rubbed it on his lips. He hoped that would look like lip gloss. He thought about walking but decided against it, he was already tired. Reluctantly he phoned for a cab. The twenty he had got from Priscilla should be more than enough. This will mean exposing himself to the cab driver, but there was no alternative.

He gave the driver Janice's address, using his feminine voice. He just hoped that the driver would think he was a masculine looking woman. He was broken, defeated and was returning to the woman from whom he had ran away not twenty four hours ago. Luckily the cab driver was tired from a hard day's work. He was about to go off duty, so he wasn't particularly interested in his last passenger of the day.

The bikers, Paul, Mike, Burt and Alice drove their bikes a few miles and reached Paul's apartment. As they parked their bikes and entered Paul's apartment, Burt remarked

"Oh, what a lousy job. Remind me never to accept an assignment from you again, Paul."

"Quit complaining, Burt. You got paid handsomely for the job."

"The money was good, I admit. But you wouldn't have got anybody for less money." Burt said, as he applied solution to loosen his beard.

"What are you complaining about anyway, Burt. At least you didn't have to give the poor sap that kiss from hell. I kissed him and I felt grossed out. Imagine how he must have felt." Alice remarked as she tugged at her mustache. "No way I am doing a job like this again." It sounded comical, a high pitched, feminine voice coming from a burly, husky biker.

"Now really, Alice. And this after I gave you the most lucrative part, paid you more than even what I am getting myself. This is the gratitude I get?"

"Oh, pardon me Paul. And here I was thinking you gave me the highest paying part because none of you three wanted to kiss a man."

"She has you there, Paul. You were not exactly altruistic when you offered her the most lucrative part." Mike said.

"You are right, I guess. Minerva specified that all four bikers must be more than six feet tall. None of us three wanted to kiss a man. So I had to find a gay man or a woman over six feet tall. I couldn't find a gay man. I am sorry, Alice. Thank you for helping out a friend. You were very convincing as Tom, our leader."

"Don't mention it, Paul. And where did you get that solution to cause such a terrible bad breath? I can smell my own breath and does it ever smell awful."

"And our bodies smell even worse. I felt sorry for the poor guy."

"Those were my instructions. We were to gross him out and scare him shitless. I got both the solutions from a novelty shop. Both are sulfur based solutions, guaranteed to cause extremely repugnant body odor and bad breath. Here, use this can. Spray it on your body before taking a shower. And spray the inside of your mouth before brushing your teeth. Use mouthwash after brushing and bad breath will disappear completely. The same spray also works to peel off the temporary tattoos. Use it generously, I have got more spray cans."

By now Alice had removed her beard and mustache completely. "Let me go first for the shower, guys. The padding on my body weighs more than my body weight. I am boiling inside."

"All right, but don't take too long. These bikes have to go back to the shop, the rental expires shortly. Burt and Mike, you guys can wash after her. I won't shower until after we return the bikes."

Alice removed her jeans. Her huge strap on bulged out of her jockey shorts.

"My, my, Grandma. What a big dong you have." Burt remarked.

"The better to fuck you with, my dear." Alice replied.

"Where did you get the semen, Alice? Jon rubbed his fingers over it and sniffed it, so it must have been quite convincing. Paul, did., did you.?"

"Oh, don't be gross, Mike. Of course Paul did not contribute the semen. I made my own."

"You made it? How?"

"By mixing an egg white with a drop of bleach. While you three were talking to him, I put some inside my jeans, just under the tip of the strap on. It seeped through the fabric of the jeans and showed as a wet patch. I am sure it looked quite convincing. That reminds me, the strap on is killing me, it is huge. I better remove it." She went into the bathroom.

Of course Jon's escape from Janice's basement was engineered, it was part of Minerva's plan to continue his feminization. A few days before he escaped, Athena took him off estrogen and testosterone blocker, so that his male hormones will become dominant, he will become rebellious and try to escape. Then on the day of the escape, Minerva shot him full of a mild hallucinogen (according to Athena, it would work for a full twenty four hours) and then was very nasty and vicious to him, much more so than usual, giving him a severe beating. This had strengthened Jon's resolve to escape. Minerva and Janice arranged circumstances such that it appeared to Jon that he was escaping, rather then Minerva letting him escape.

After he escaped, Minerva kept a close eye on him. She appeared to him once in the street as a hallucination. Since she had pumped him full of hallucinogen before he escaped, he also had some genuine hallucinations, so it was difficult for Jon to sort out which were hallucinations and which were real events.

The woman who worked in the administration office, Mrs. Evans was Athena's patient, so Minerva was able to enlist her cooperation. While she firmly refused to do anything illegal, she agreed to let Minerva play the trick on Jon to persuade him that he was hallucinating.

In order to increase Jon's mental distress, Minerva wanted to strip him of his money, so that it would nudge him towards the decision to return to Janice, when the time came. While it was true that the tuition fee was due, it was also true that a student could get four weeks grace period by just asking. Mrs. Evans agreed not to mention it to Jon unless he specifically asked about it, she made that much concession to Athena.

The most difficult part was, of course, to induce the nightmare involving Janice. For that it was essential that Janice enter Jon's bedroom while he was asleep and masturbate on his face. The food in his refrigerator (along with the note, supposedly from Derek) was put there by Minerva and contained a mild sedative (and it was also spiked by Janice's pussy juice), so that he would fall into deep slumber (with the thought of Janice's pussy still in his mind), thus minimizing his chances of waking up. According to Athena, if Janice masturbated on his face, it would probably give him some sort of nightmare. Even so Janice had to be careful.

While Jon was being feminized in her basement, she practiced dashing from his bed to the open window. With practice, she had brought the time down to 5 seconds. If Jon woke up while she was masturbating on his face, she was confident she would be able to disappear before he was fully awake. Of course, if he became awake prematurely, he may not have the nightmare, but that was the chance she had to take. As it happened, everything worked out beautifully, Jon got one hell of a nightmare.

However, Minerva's masterstroke was to put a 'Help Wanted' sign in the window of Priscilla Greenfield's convenience store. She did not know Priscilla personally, but had heard that she had a reputation as a total bitch, who ate young men for lunch. If Jon entered the store and appeared to be desperate for a job, she knew she could count on Priscilla to humiliate him in the worst possible way. Priscilla lived up to her reputation.

All these humiliations and hallucinations worked towards lowering Jon's self confidence, his ability to think clearly, to break him down mentally, so that when the final blow was delivered, he would be vulnerable and cave in easily. The finale was, of course, the scene involving four bikers. All the previous preparations brought her some insurance for the final scene. She could not be totally confident that the actors she had hired would do a very good, very convincing job as bikers (as it happened, they did). If Jon is rattled badly, his ability to think clearly would be greatly diminished and even if the actors did not make very good bikers, it may not matter by then.

By the time Jon came into contact with the bikers, all his options were closed. He had no money, nobody and nowhere to turn to, he was not sure if he was hallucinating and so wasn't sure of his ability to make decisions. When the bikers scared him witless, he could see only one alternative, to return to Janice with his tail between his legs. The bikers, of course, did an excellent job of scaring him.

So the first part of Jon's feminization was complete. He was feminized in outward appearance, while inwardly he was still very much a man, except for some hormone treatment. In addition, he returned to Janice voluntarily, with his spirit broken, knowing fully what awaited him (further feminization). He was ready for the phase 2, total feminization.

Minerva's assignment was complete.

Part four, the next part is the last part. What happens to Jon? Who is right about the time stream, Karoscan or Dratto? All will be revealed in the final part.