I've Played With Chastity For Years And I Never Get Permanent Shrinkage. I've Got A Tight Cage And Kept

You could stop it...

You could stop it…

You could step in and rescue your friend from being droned.   You could step in behind the drone escorting your friend, and ram the taser into the back of the drone’s neck and short it out long enough to escape.   The same taser you used on your friend as she ran into you arms, thinking herself safe. 

She didn’t know how thoroughly enslaved you were to your cunny, and how thoroughly enslaved your cunny was to the Hive.   How could she?  You had done such a good job pretending to be the old you.   They didn’t know about the neediness the Hive had bred into you:  To obey.  To see everyone brought into the fold and converted. Even now, as the restraints your friend to the e-frame, carefully maneuvering the mind clamps into place, you find your hands jammed under your panties, fingers yourself at the thought of what was about to happen.   You work yourself harder as you hear the Hive machinery spring to life, the familiar throbbing filling your head, the memory of your own conversion causing your clit to throb in unison. 

The fading away to nothingness as the Hive entered you.  Filled you up.  Made you cum over, and over as it overlaid knew wants and needs into your sopping, arousal soaked mind.  Days of brainwashing to turn you into the happiest of betrayers.

You watch the drone lube up the dildos, making them as shiny and glossy as she is.  You should look away; you shouldn’t watch as the mind clamps press into place and you watch any remaining awareness fade from your friend’s eyes.

It is the single most arousing thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life, the orgasm crashing into you as you grunt and moan, ignored by the drone as she slides the toys into position.   Your friend is as full as you were, her mind and sex stretched wide apart so the Hive can enter her and re-work her to fit it’s needs.

You don’t think the Hive will turn her into a true drone.   Not yet.

Questions would be asked.   Where had she vanished too?   Why were the last person to be seen with her?   Did you know her whereabouts? 

No one would think to ask you why you had lead her to the disused industrial estate, or why you insisted on going deeper into the run down warehouse, ‘accidentally’ finding the hidden switch and following the dark, dusty passageway until it gave away to industrial gratings, power cables and the buzzing overhead lights that always seemed to make you feel sleepy every time you stared at the too long.

Nor would think about asking you why you insisted on going deeper into the complex, sneaking from place to place, and following all those pretty, gloss encased drones as they marched from place to place.

Until the trap was sprang.

Until they marched from all sides, hands out-reached for her.    Your friend hand’t seen you slip the taser out of your back pocket, not understand the purpose of the embrace you gave her as your cunny flared to life and you jammed the taser into the small of her back.

Just to knock her out.

Just to feel the thrill of betrayal coursing through your system as your Sisters closed ranks around her, fitting the control visor to hear eyes.    They all wore them - even you as you look on, watching your friend buck and strain in her restraints as her own visor syncs to the mind clamps and forces the pleasure into her.   You remember resisting, too.   You remember holding out for hours until it became too much, and you just surrendered to the pleasure.  

Surrendered to the Hive.

Even now, you could stop it…

Just knock the drone out with a well placed punch, and you could free your friend.  Before the brainwashing is too deeply embedded.  Before the urge to complete is so strong that she will return her of her own accord and surrender for processing. 

But you know she’ll be so much happier as a slave to the Hive -  a sister drone you can eat out and help enforce the Hive’s will over.  You hope there’s still enough of her left to resist.   Still enough of her left to help corrupt further, so you can watch it fade away every time she surrenders to her Hive programming and her drone self takes over.

Not a full one, of course.   

You haven’t earned that yet. 

You whimper as that sparks a more intense burst of pleasure.  Your panties are soaked by now, even as you friend’s eyes start to roll up to reveal the whites of her eyes and she lets out the lewdest, hottest moan you’ve ever heard.

Did you make that kind of noise when processed?   You kind of hope you did.  You hope you let your sister drone’s know how grateful that they had picked you to be their Trojan horse.

To continue the betrayal with your new sister-drone by your side.

Divide and conquer.   With the two of you covering each other’s alibis, it will be too late by the time anyone becomes suspicious.  You will have brought too many into the fold for them to stop what would come next.   The infection would spread, the Hive’s will solidifying it’s hold over the town before any real resistance could be mounted.

You find yourself on your knees, working your enslaved cunny with such intensity that you’re practically forcing the inevitability of your thoughts.

You will convert them all: Friends, family, co-workers…   

You don’t notice the drone standing behind you, the tendrils spreading from her fingers to connect with your visor, and the smattering of minor cybenertics already grafted onto you.  Just a few - carefully hidden.   Allowing them access to your mind to alter and tweak your thoughts to match their own.

To expose you to the feedback of your friend’s conversion as she tries to resist.  You can feel her mind weakening, her thoughts already growing gloopy with arousal.  Ready.  Waiting.  Needing to be molded and set into new patterns.

You could stop it…   You really could….   

But why would you want to?

As betas, we should be grateful for anything and everything a Goddess gives us. For example, getting censored cleavage. We don't deserve it, so we should be grateful for it. She very easily could have just buttoned her dress all the way up. Or she could have not sent any photo at all. Thank her. Worship her. Do whatever it takes to make her happy.

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MOVING IN

Jane was pretty pissed off when her fat, useless, lazy brother Morgan begged her to let him move in with her.

Mom and Dad had thrown him out again for his useless attitude and he had nowhere else to go.

Jane had always been soft and she agreed he could stay, even though she knew it would really piss off her husband Jason.

Jason was the only earner in the home. He was a successful business man and Jane had always wanted to be a stay at home wife and had nagged him into agreeing.

Jane told Morgan he could take the spare room and as predicted Jason exploded when he found out. After all now he had to support three people on his salary.

"That fucking useless brother of yours better be gone in a week. He's a parasite... a drain on society. I want him GONE. It's bad enough that you just sit around here living off me - but I refuse to support him too."

But two weeks later and Morgan was still there. Jason was becoming increasingly bad tempered and Jane begged her brother to do something.

"At least... get a job. There are medical trials in the paper... they pay well. Please do something to get Jason off my back."

Morgan sighed and wearily agreed to sign up to a well paid medical trial. He signed up over the phone and a few days later a bottle of pink pills turned up at the house.

Morgan had to take one pill a day and record the effects. The trial was well paid and Jack was satisfied when Morgan paid off some of the food bills he'd been running up.

"I still want that loser gone," he muttered - "but at least whilst we are stuck with him, he's earning his keep at last."

**********

The first change that Jane noticed about Morgan was the dramatic weight-loss. The pink pills seemed to have an immediate effect on his metabolism and within two days there was a noticeable difference.

Not only did weight start to slough off him, but he became more active. He began to rise earlier and even eat less. His body began to get slimmer and slimmer and a sudden interest in exercise only seemed to speed up the transformation.

The second thing she noticed was the effect on his health. Morgan's pale unhealthy skin began to take on a healthy glow and his acne cleared up. His lank, greasy hair seemed to thicken and become glossier. It grew at an astonishing rate and within a few days it had reached his shoulders. Blonde streaks now showed at the roots.

Surprisingly the three day old stubble he normally sported on his chin went completely. At first Jane thought he must be shaving it off - but after watching him for a few days - she realised it was just... gone.

Morgan was delighted with the changes... the pink pills were giving him a new lease of life and he was delighted when another bottle arrived and he was told to increase his dose to two pills a day.

His clothes barely fit him and so it was hard to tell under his baggy t-shirts and loose sweat pants - but there was something distrubing about his body shape.

The more Jane looked at her brother - the more she worried about the effect of the pills. His features seemed smoother, his skin silkier. His body hair seemed to have completely fallen out and there were curves to his hips and chest that she was sure didn't use to be there.

Her suspicions were confirmed one day when she came home to find Morgan in her gym clothes.

Jane's grey tracky bottoms fit his increased ass and wider hips perfectly and her gym top showed off his toned arms and abs. The plunging neckline of the top also revealed a growing well of cleavage.

Morgan's hair was now a dirty blonde colour half way down to his lower back and he seemed to have shrunk in height and mass. When Jane looked at him she saw a girl who looked a lot like her... only in some ways prettier.

"Morgan... those pills. You gotta stop taking them and you gotta get help. They're feminising you!"

Morgan shrugged, "Why would I do that? I've never felt better."

The door opened and Jason walked in. He did a double take as he saw Morgan.

"M... Morgan is that you? Holy shit, what the fuck have those pills done to you? How is this possible?"

Morgan giggled... he actually giggled and Jane suddenly noticed his voice was much lighter in pitch and tone. It sounded... feminine.

"I don't know but I'd say it's an improvement wouldn't you?"

Jane suddenly realised that Jason was looking at Morgan in a way he never had before. Approvingly. His hungry eyes were roaming up and down her brothers body. She felt a flood of jealousy and annoyance. Her brother had to go.

"Jason, he's still a useless freebooting loser. You were right. We should have kicked him out weeks ago. Pack your stuff Morgan."

"Wait!" cried Morgan in horror. "Please... I know I've been useless but thanks to these pills I'm changing. I can make everything up to you both."

"I'm not interested Morgan," Jane spat. "Jason and I want you out of this house!"

Morgan looked at Jason. His face took on a pleading expression. Soft pink lips twisted into a pout, big dark eyes fluttered enticingly. "IS that what you still want Jason?"

"No... wait... lets not be hasty," muttered Jason turning to look at Jane. "We can't just kick her out - not like this."

"Her?" asked Jane incredulously.

"Did I say that?" he scowled. "You know what I mean. Him I mean. We can't just throw him out... not like this."

They began to argue. Jane couldn't believe Jason had changed his mind. Morgan just stood looking at them, biting his lip like a naughty schoolgirl waiting to hear his fate.

"Fuck this... we'll make a decision later tonight," scowled Jason. "We need to calm down and think this over. I'm going to my office."

He turned and marched out and as Jane glared at Morgan and stormed up to her bedroom.

***********

Jane cried in her room for a few minutes. She expected Jason to come apologise, but when he didn't she decided she would go speak to him in his office.

Walking down the landing, she heard voices and pausing she listened at the door.

"Thank you for supporting me Jason, I can't believe my own sister has turned on me. I need you to protect me," came Morgan's voice.

"I already have a wife to look after, why should I look after you too?" snarled Jason's voice.

"Because Jason - you pay for this house and everything in it, but you don't get anything in return from her. No wonder you feel so angry. Your freeloading wife brings her freeloading brother here. She never gives you any attention and she just takes advantage of you. A guy like you deserves more. I'll find a way to give it to you if you let me stay. What do you want from me?"

"I... I just want you to make yourself useful. Stop being such a useless layabout and find a purpose in life. Those pills have made you fit and hot, you should use that to your advantage."

"Yes..." smiled Morgan. "Whatever you want."

Peering in through the crack in the door - Jane watched her feminised brother sinking to his knees in front of Jason.

"Wh... what the fuck are you doing?" he stammered as Morgan reached out and unzipped his fly.

"Making myself useful..."

Jason groaned as his dick sprang out. Jane's heart was beating and she thought she was going to scream as she watched her brother begin to pump her husbands dick.

"Don't you like this? I'm finally using my new body to my advantage."

Jane watched as Morgan leant down to her husbands stiffening dick and without any hesitation slid it into his mouth.

"Mmmppphhhhhh, *glug*"

Jason groaned in pleasure and his manly hands slid onto Morgan's blonde head and began to pump his head up and down on his rock hard cock.

"Yessssss suck my cock you little fucking slut. Fucking take it."

Saliva oozed out of the corner of Morgan's mouth and there were tears in the corner his eyes as he gagged and choked on dick. Glugging and moaning, his head bobbed up and down as he took the cock like a pro.

Jason was in heaven. Jane had never seen her husband so turned on. When she had sucked Jason's cock - it was nothing like this. It lacked this primal sexual energy.

"That's it you little fucking slut - you're my bitch now," groaned Jason in delight. "Keep making yourself useful and you can stay as long as you like. Ahhhhh I'm gonna fucking cum, take it all you slut."

Morgan's eyes widened and Jason's balls throbbed as he gasped and began to unload into his brother-in-laws mouth.

"Fucckkkkk if only your sister could suck cock like that," grinned Jason. "You're already better than her at that."

Morgan giggled, cum still leaking from the corner of his mouth. He swallowed happily.

"I was born to be a girl. Let me stay and I'll become better than her at EVERYTHING. I promise Daddy."

Jason shivered in delight. "Yesssss make yourself into my slut and you can stay as long as you like."

"Mmmmh, let me wash those pink pills down with your cum. I want this so badly."

Seeing the rapture in their faces Jane didn't know what to do. She should have burst inside raging almost ten minutes ago, but for some reason she had just stood and watched.

Worse... her pussy was wet and there was something kind of hot about watching her brother replace her.

Was she... enjoying this?

She went back to her room and fingered herself to orgasm as she cried. This was fucked up.

*************

Over the next week Morgan changed further. He had increased his dosage of the pink pills - but he also now embraced the transformation.

Jason stopped sleeping with Jane. Each night he would make some pathetic excuse so he and Morgan could be alone. Each night Jane would secretly watch as Morgan sucked Jason's cock and then she would get off to it.

One night as she watched, Morgan didn't sink to his knees as was usual. Instead he bent over the desk and flicked up his tiny skirt.

His tiny cock was caged in pink plastic and he spread his perfect tight asshole enticingly. In moments Jason was inside him, and the two of them moaned in joined pleasure as Morgan got fucked deep and hard.

Jason had truly made Morgan into his bitch.

Jane woke up one morning to hear banging next door in Morgan's room. She watched as he hauled out his old oversized clothes and replaced them with new female clothes.

She saw to her horror that Morgan had their credit card. Jason had obviously given it to her and he was now watching approvingly as his new slut filled her wardrobe with boots, miniskirts and crop tops.

The pills had almost finished their work now. Morgan's hair was now a bitchy blonde, his breasts were full and perfectly formed - every curve of his body was feminine perfection.

You would only have known he was a man because of the tiny micro-dick in those pretty panties.

And the fact that Morgan was a better woman and more attractive than Jane now just made her horny.

The couple had obviously realised she knew what was happening and once Jason knew that Jane wasn't going to object it was only a matter of time.

One morning at breakfast - Jason ordered Morgan to flip up his skirt. Moments later he was busy fucking the shit out of him whilst Jane watched helplessly.

"Your brother is finally of some use. He's my fuck-slut now," growled Jason as Morgan moaned and played with his tits as his Daddy fucked him in the ass.

"Mmmmmhhh too bad loser," giggled Morgan to Jane. "Your husband is mine now and I'm his obedient little whore."

The pink pills had turned her brother into a homewrecking bitch. Jane hated and worshipped her new sister in equal measure. She had discovered that nothing made her cum harder than watching her husband cheat on her.

It became natural to defer to Morgan. Her new sister began to become bossy and dominant in the home. Dressed in the most stylish outfits and looking like a Goddess - Morgan forced Jane to lick her boots and even eat Jason's cum out of her ass.

"Your useless lazy brother is gone," smirked Morgan as she played with her long blonde hair. "I'm your bitch of a sister now."

Jane was forced to watch as Jason moved Morgan into their master bedroom. Night after night she'd listen to them fuck next door - the pounding thuds and screams of ecstasy powering her own pleasure as she finger fucked her needy pussy.

She knew Jason would never fuck her again. She knew she was now a cuckquean and like some perverted bitch liked it. She knew she wasn't worthy to lick Morgan's boots.

Her sister had moved in - and there was no getting rid of her ever again...