The Hunt: Part-5, Forced Feminized: Mtf: Crossdressing Story 💗

 

SATURDAY - DAY 1

Doc was right on time. "How did it go last night?" He was the fatherly type and his concern was genuine.

"He was a little frisky but the drug eventually did its thing. I thought I was going to be raped for a few minutes there. I'll never try that with old drugs again, I'll tell you that.

Their association had developed into a close friendship and Tina came to see Doc as a father figure. He felt the same way toward her, protective and adoring.

He was in a lot of trouble when she first approached him. Excessive drinking had gotten his license lifted and there were lawsuits. Tina and Connie had been his salvation. At 60 years old it was too late in life for him to move to another state and try to start up a new practice. Their partnership allowed him to continue to enjoy the lifestyle to which he had been accustomed.

Ben was disturbed. He didn't like the idea that the young man had tried to take advantage of one of his girls. "Maybe I should just cut his balls off and feed them to him."

Tina laughed. "You've got to remember Doc. It was me leading him on. He may be a jerk but he doesn't deserve that. Besides, he wouldn't be much good to us all cut up, would he?"

Ben calmed down and smiled. "No, I suppose you're right. What I'm going to do to him will be just as good. I'll treat this one extra special. It'll serve him right."

Tina gave him a big hug. "You're a darling. Do you know that? What would I do without you?"

He thoroughly enjoyed her daughterly affection. "We better go have a look at my patient."

"Right this way." Tina leads him to the nursery. As always, they checked on him through the one way mirror before entering. It was one of their cardinal rules. "He's still sleeping like a baby."

"What is that, shop humor?" Ben asked, laughing.

It was time for his next shot. They didn't want him getting his strength back until they were ready. Tina pulled up the frilly pink sleeve of his pajamas and Ben gave him the injection.

Jack awoke with a start. He had no muscle control but he still had enough feeling to know that a needle had been injected into him. His sleep had been dreamless but now that he was awake, his nightmare resumed.

"Hello young man. My name is Doc. I understand that you were a bad boy with one of my girls last night. Well, I'm going to see to it that you're never a bad 'boy' again." Ben turned to Tina with a smile.

"Talk about me and my shop jokes. You're terrible."

"I thought it was pretty good."

"Right Doc. I better go and get Connie and Jack on their way. Are you ok here by yourself for a bit?"

"Sure. I'm just going to put him on the gurney and wheel him into the lab for the usual tests. It will be a little while before I need a hand. Are you going to scrub up and assist me today?"

"Sure thing. I'm your nurse today. Margaret won't be back until Monday." Tina left him to go and get the others up. She had let them sleep for a while.

They talked about him like he was a piece of meat. When he awoke abruptly there was a tingling in his arms and legs. It was gone now and he was as helpless as he had been the night before. He thought about what he had overheard. What tests? Why did Tina need to scrub up? What were they going to do to him? The sick churning in his stomach was getting worse.

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The old man in his flannel shirt and jeans slid John off the crib and onto a gurney. He was still helpless to resist. He was wheeled from the room, down the hallway. He was rolled into another room of polished steel and porcelain. He could see a huge high intensity light suspended from the ceiling. Operating room was the thought that came to mind and the thought terrified him.

Ben wheeled him to the center of the room. From the same arm that he had injected the clear fluid into, he took two vials of blood to run his tests.

From where John lay he could see only the light. He had to close his eyes to keep from being blinded.

Ben unlocked, with a combination, the large cabinet that served as his small but complete laboratory. He turned on his portable radio to his favorite easy listening station and got down to work.

It took Ben almost a half hour to complete his tests then he placed a call to an old friend. He would have the blood he wanted within the hour.

Tina had fed them breakfast and gotten them off to complete their errands. She went back to the bedroom and showered. When she left the bedroom, heading for Doc's operating room, she was wearing crisp hospital greens, shoe covers and a cap over her hair. A surgical mask, tied around her neck, hung down on her chest.

"How are we doing?" Tina asked as she walked into the room.

"Good," Answered Ben, looking up from the printouts of the tests. "Blood should be here in about ten minutes and we can get started."

"Ok. I'm really anxious about this one. I think he's going to be our best one yet."

"Why don't you get him out of his little pink jammies and diapers while I finish getting ready."

Tina started to remove the pajamas when the man's eyes popped open.

John had drifted off to sleep. Tina's touch awoke him.

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"You didn't knock him out Doc." Tina gave him an impish grin. "You weren't going to work on him without putting him under were you?" One of the things Tina liked about Ben was his sense of humor.

"No, of course not." He said smiling.

"You really are bad."

Ben had actually thought about it. This one deserved it. He took the hypodermic from the tray.

Tina had his clothes off in only a moment. She had become quite proficient handling grown up babies over the past few years. "There, he's ready for you."

From the corner of his eye John could see the needle. He felt it enter his skin.

Ben set the empty syringe on the tray and lifted one of the implants to show Tina.

"What do you think? It should give him a nice 'B' cup."

Tina wasn't sure. "I don't know Doc. He has a small chest and that big a breast might not look natural. Why don't we give him a slightly smaller one." They had made that mistake in the past and bigger was not always better. Besides, his chest would develop breast tissue from the hormone therapy.

"Well, if you insist." A thought struck him. "I just got into something new." He went to the cabinet and removed a sterile container. "This is supposed to be the latest on the market. From what I've learned it feels completely natural to the patient. You can't tell it from the real thing. It won't sag or settle. I attach it directly to his chest muscle."

"Sounds wonderful. Do you install it the same way? I don't want any ugly scars to show."

"Nothing to it. I go in from under the armpit just like always. No visible scars." Ben assured her.

The medication was taking effect but he didn't miss a word. Breast implants! He could see, through now blurred vision, the sack that the doctor held in his gloved hand.

"Let's do it." Tina only wanted the best for John.

There was a knock on the front door in the living room. "Blood's here." announced Ben. We can get started."

That was the last sound John heard as blackness closed in on him.

Implants were a simple matter for Ben. He had done so many in his forty years of practice. These new ones were only a little more involved than the older types. Using the heavy seams on the outside edges of the sacks, he was able to stitch them in place with permanent stitches. While bruising would be a little worse, the results would be worth it. There was no fear of them being torn loose or shifting.

The next step was to fill out his buttocks. The multiple injections of solution into his cheeks would irritate the muscles and cause them to expand. The second solution would cause them to stay that way.

Facial reconstruction was next. Ben had spent a week studying the photos Jack had taken with his telephoto lens, while tailing the man.

All four had discussed this and agreed to do as little as possible but they wanted certain changes.

Ben gave him a skin tuck at the hairline. It raised his eyebrows slightly and removed the wrinkles around his eyes. A slight tuck beneath both eyes drew his skin tight, removing the remaining wrinkles. He had healthy young skin so healing would be quick and complete.

They all agreed that his little nose was fine the way it was but now Doc wanted to turn it up just a touch, at the end.

"He'll be much cuter that way." Ben assured Tina.

"No scars?"

"Promise! I can do everything from inside his nose."

"How long will it take to heal?"

"Five days to a week, no more."

Ben was a very competent surgeon when he was sober and he was sober now. Tina trusted him. "Go for it."

They had discussed cheek implants. "I'd rather do without them. They take so long to heal." Tina knew that would take away from the following stages of his transformation. "He has some nice cheekbones already and when we get the extra weight off him they'll be even more predominant."

The others agreed.

His chin was one of the things they all agreed needed work. It was too broad and too square.

It took Ben over two hours to get it the way they wanted but it was worth it.

"I really like the shape of his upper lip." Tina's finger traced the heart shaped curves.

"I think you'll like the lower one too, when I've finished." Ben drew it down slightly to make it fuller and puffier. "He'll have a lovely pout."

Most men had anything but a feminine smile. Ben had, on almost every occasion, shaped the corners of their mouths into a prettier curve. This one was no exception.

Ben sat back, pulling the cap from his head. He was bushed. It was nearly two in the afternoon. They had been at it for almost five hours. They had done more for others in the past but usually spread the procedure out over several days. "I'm bushed."

Tina was equally exhausted. "Me too."

Ben pulled his tray over to him. "Just a couple of injections left and we can take a break."

"Take your best shot Doc." Tina said with a smile.

"You must be tired. Your jokes are sounding worse than mine."

"Sorry." Tina said, returning his grin.

In the fleshy underside of the man's arm Ben injected a small time release capsule. The hormones would soften his features, smooth and soften his skin, retard the growth of body hair and drive his emotions wild until he adjusted.

The other effects would be much more subtle. In a relatively short time his curves would soften and become more feminine. By the time he was delivered to Tina's customer he would look every bit a woman. The rest was up to the girls.

"What's that for?" Tina asked, watching Ben lift the man's leg, turning him on his side. He had another syringe in his hand.

"Hold him like that for me for a minute Tina."

She did as he asked, although she didn't know why.

"You know how it always seems to take the hormones so long to have the effect we want?" Ben asked, as he cupped one of the man's testicles in his hand. "Well that's because of the male hormones that his body is manufacturing," Ben pushed the needle easily through the thin outer skin but had to push harder to enter the testicle itself. He emptied half the syringe into it. "are fighting the female hormones his body's absorbing."

"So?" Tina was still holding John's leg up.

Ben repeated the procedure on John's other testicle. "So, this will stop that from happening. In about two days he will stop producing male hormones and the female hormones will be able to work more effectively, unchecked." Ben grinned. "He'll grow more feminine, faster." He helped her lower him to the table.

Tina looked at him puzzled. "So instead of two to three months, it might only take a month or two." A light came on behind her eyes. "You little dickens. You said you wanted to castrate him."

Ben acted sheepish. "Nobody hurts one of my girls and gets away with it."

Tina threw her arms around the doctor while John lay sprawled out, unconscious on the table. "You're in love Ben. You are so sweet and adorable."

Diapered, bandaged and dressed in his pink pajamas again, they put him to bed. An IV fed him nourishment while a slow drip from another bottle would keep him subdued. They left him with a monitor that was tied to a twin unit out on the kitchen counter.

Tina made lunch for the two of them while they talked.

"Considering everything we did, it would probably be better to let him rest through the weekend."

"You don't think he'll be any more uncomfortable than any of the others were, do you?"

"No, you can stop the sedative on Monday and start the muscle relaxant again. Just keep him from moving around too much on his own for a week."

"We planned for two weeks. His face looks like hell with all the bandages and bruises." Tina didn't like that.

"The bruising will pass in a few days, don't worry. I don't know that I'd let him see too much for a while."

"We never do. Not until the bandages are off. We take the mirrors out of the room, just in case."

"Wise idea." Ben agreed.

"You're going to start him out the same as the others. Treat him like a baby?"

"It does miracles for lowering their resistance and they cooperate so well after a few weeks of that. The bottle feeding helps to accelerate weight loss, although this one only needs to lose about thirty pounds."

"Don't forget to dilute the muscle relaxant the way I showed you, as you wean him."

"It's all written down in the lab Ben. I won't forget." He was always so worried that something would go wrong. "Don't you realize yet that we're big girls and we know what we're doing."

"I can't help it Tina. I just worry about you and Connie."

Tina put her hand on his cheek. "You're too good to us."

Doc took off, confident that Tina would beep him if she needed him.

Connie and Jack were back by four. Tina filled them in on what she and Doc had done with John while they were gone."

"You castrated him? Why?" Just the thought of it made Jack shiver.

Connie's reaction was similar but she understood after Tina explained. "That will be great if he'll react to the hormones that much quicker."

"We're going to have a quiet couple of days so if you two have anything you want to do, go ahead. I'll be fine here with him."