Sissies-In-Law, part three

Oliver/Olivia:

It ended with Oliver.

"He can't keep his eyes off anything with a C cup or bigger," Dolores complained to her sisters. "Is there anything Miss Prim can do for me?"

"Of course there is," Dorothy assured her. "We've all known of Ollie's breast fixation for years. I'm surprised it's taken you this long to mention it."

"Well, I thought there was nothing I could really do about it," Dolores answered. "But now that I've seen Stephen and Alexander--"

"You mean Stephanie and Sandy," Deborah corrected.

Dolores laughed. "Of course...and I can't wait to meet Olivia."

So it was that two days later, a drugged Oliver found himself slowly
awakening at Miss Prim's salon. He knew what had happened to his brothers-in-law at this place and he was scared to death of what the three feminizing sisters might have in mind for him. "Dolores, you can't mean to do this," he pleaded.

"Oh, but I do, Ollie love," his wife replied, smiling. Miss Prim already had the transformation candidate strapped securely to her special chair, and was preparing the tape with the instructions and changes that Dolores had supplied.

Still in a light stupor, Oliver's attention was caught by the images on the TV screen placed before him and by the words that flooded his mind through the headphones Miss Prim put over his head. Look at the beautiful busty women, the voice began. They are your feminine ideal...they are what you most want...and what you most want to be!

The tape continued in that vein for over an hour, as the images changed from buxom females to men transformed into D-cup bimbos. All the while, one of the women would keep Oliver erect, so that the images and words were tightly tied to his sexual arousal.

When the tape ended, with Oliver still deep in trance, they dressed him in a black satin cocktail dress, complete with sheer stockings and sling-back pumps with five-inch heels. They made up his face with all manner of cosmetics--mascara, eyeshadow, rouge, lipstick--but left his bust flat and his hair masculine.

"Jiggle those jugs, Olivia!" Dolores commanded, and her new sex-slave husband awoke from his trance.

He looked at himself in the mirror and spoke in that familiar breathy contralto trained into his former brothers-in-law. "Mistress, must I remain so male in appearance? Can't I even have a padded bra?"

"Oh, don't worry, Olivia my love," Dolores replied, as she toyed with his neckline. "We have an appointment with Dr. Carter. Next step for you is a big pair of tits, darling!"

With that, she rubbed her one hand over his erect nipples, while the other caressed his already hard cock...and he came at the thought of having enormous boobs to display!

Epilog:

The three became famous in their community as the "sissies-in-law". Many of their wives' friends sought advice on transforming their own husbands, boyfriends and even sons into equally beautiful female images.

Stephanie was used as the example for the lover who could play many parts, from little girl to sophisticate. Sandy was the perfect bondage slave, always ready to serve as long as she was shackled. And Olivia became the humiliated bimbo--despite her new 38D tits, she was never permitted to look entirely feminine, so that all would know she was being punished for past transgressions in her masculine life!

Miss Prim had to close the salon and concentrate solely on making men into the women they ought to be!

THE END