Board Meeting

For this one, I had the image of a hypersexual bit of elegant debauchery and objectification in mind.  I've long liked playing around with the inherent power disparity in a corporate / business setting.  The boss - male or female - taking advantage of their subordinates and using their power over the helpless man to have their way with him.  Women in suit dresses are a major turn on for me to start with and the idea of a female or male executive feminizing and emasculating one of their subordinates and turning them into a sexual plaything for their pleasure only ads to that turn on.

Here, I wanted to explore just how far that "turning them into a sexual plaything" could go and how to take the objectification even further.  I like how it turned out.  Please leave a comment to let me know how you think it turned out!

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What price is too much to pay for becoming the real life realization of your deepest fantasies and dreams? And if you'd become that vision would it really matter whether or not you'd ever actually had those fantasies and dreams? And wouldn't objectifying yourself further only add to that perfection and bliss?

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Board Meeting.

Her Mistress ran her fingers along Jennifer’s cheek and then lightly flitted them over Jennifer’s nicely puffed and well glossed lips.  She smiled at the gurl.  It was a wicked and leering smile as well as a proud and reassuring one.  Jennifer was already in such an enveloping haze of lust and arousal that she barely registered her Mistress’s touch.  She did however, register the tug on the leash clipped to the collar around her throat as her Mistress, Carol, led her forward into the Board Room.  Jennifer eagerly minced along behind the wonderfully shapely ass of her Mistress.  Carol looked so very commanding and sexy in that over the knee length black skirt, tailored business jacket over her fitted white blouse, and her seamed Cuban heeled stockings ending in the five inch heeled stilettos.  Jennifer would’ve happily followed her Mistress anywhere – were she wearing such an outfit or not but especially when she was.  Considering Jennifer’s current state, it was apparent she’d already followed her Mistress to some truly life altering places.  Her Mistress was proud of that.  And Jennifer loved making her Mistress proud.

Proud as her own stilettos – seven inch heeled – clicked along in unison with her Mistress.  Jennifer too was in her own pair of seamed Cuban-heeled stockings.  Jennifer’s skirt however, was more of a suggestion of a skirt rather than an actual functional piece of female attire.  The hem of it barely rested at mid-cheek of her nicely globular and pert ass.  And it did absolutely nothing to obscure or protect what remained of her manhood.  The garters and garter belt only served to frame and thus emphasize just how little of that manhood remained.  Jennifer’s scrotum sac was now but a tiny bag almost invisible between her legs.  Her penis was a wonderfully shrunken and nicely limp bit of ornamentation hanging there between her sexily nylon encased legs.  There was a gleaming bit of stainless steel band secured just behind the glans of her cock, held in place by a piercing set into the shaft of her once proud piece of manhood.  Jennifer thrilled at how soft and limp her cock had now become.  And she felt utterly naked whenever even that small band was removed encasing it.  Yet another silvery drool of precum emanated from the end of her softly swaying shaft.  The gurl was clearly turned on.

As Jennifer matched her Mistress’s pace into the Board Room it set her breasts to bouncing in a rhythm which only served to arouse her further.  She loved their weight upon her chest.  She loved how outsized they were now that her milk had “come in.”  She loved how those breasts truly set her apart from all the part time crossdressers and wannabe sissies.  She truly loved how those breasts made her more treasured by both her Mistress and her Master.  And thus Jennifer truly loved that her breasts were to be showcased instead of covered as she was led into the Board Room.  The light blue opera length gloves she was wearing matched the light blue of the garter belt, of the “skirt” and of the light blue of the leather collar around her throat.  Her makeup was a thing of perfection.  Much of it was tattooed on but the additions were delicately done and only served to enhance how much her face had been sculpted into its proper feminine cast.  Her brow had been reduced, her nose bobbed, her trachea shaved, and her hairline brought forward.  There was precious little to see of her old male self when she gazed upon her new form in a mirror.  And she loved that too.

Her Mistress led her into the Board Room and up to the meeting table.  The firm’s owner, and her Master, sat at the head of the table at the opposite end of where Jennifer’s Mistress had tugged the gurl to stand at.  The six other members of the Board turned their heads to the spectacle Jennifer’s Mistress had brought to them.  These powerful men – and one woman – just radiated their confidence and had a sort of casual dominance which Jennifer absolutely craved.  It was all she could do to restrain herself and not dive to their feet, begging to please them.

Instead, her eyes remained focused on the company owner opposite her.  He owned the company and he owned her – body, mind, heart and soul.  He was her Master and she desperately wanted to please him.  To please him first and foremost.

Jennifer’s Mistress let the leash play out between her fingers as she stepped behind the seated Board officers to Jennifer’s right.  Then with another slight tug, Jennifer did what she’d previously been instructed to do – she climbed up onto that Board Room meeting table.

It had taken a few practice sessions such that she was able to smoothly and elegantly mount that table and not slip on its highly polished surface.  At her Mistress’s tugging, Jennifer crawled on her hands and knees across the surface of that table until she was at its midpoint with both her hands and knees on the leather matt discretely placed there.  Her eyes remained locked on her Master’s as her Mistress played the leash out until it reached his hand and he curled its end through his fingers.  Jennifer loved when he held her leash and her shriveled cock pulsed with her pleasure as he took the leash tight in his grasp.

With that, Jennifer’s Mistress lightly drew her fingers along her lover’s muscular shoulders, smiled at the Board Members and elegantly strutted out of the Board Room, closing the room’s doors behind her as she left.  The conversation among the Board Members resumed with Jennifer remaining in place on that Board Room meeting table as a wonderfully decadent human centerpiece adorning it.

After casting a wistful and admiring look at Carol’s lovely form as she left, it was the Director of Advanced Product Research, Steve Everett, who spoke first.  He clicked on his tablet’s screen in front of him and, with a nod to the firm’s owner and president, Roger, he began his part of the Board Meeting’s presentation.

“Alright then, next and last on the agenda is a review of the progress of the GN program.  The short version is that it’s hit the next of its major milestones and has also achieved or surpassed all of its programmatic goals.  Now it’s time for a funding decision.”

“To the details then.” He said, crisply, as he brought up the next slide in his presentation.  Jennifer remained there on her hands and knees, her legs appropriately spread, her back arched to better present her shapely ass, her asshole nicely gaping from the just concluded pegging that her Mistress, Carol, had given her before arriving at the Board Meeting.  Jennifer’s beautifully limp cock hung sweetly between her legs and drooled yet another silvery strand of precum from its tip.  Jennifer felt her breasts swelling and a shiver of lust rolled through her as she knew what was about to take place.

“The GN Program, as you’re all well aware, is the proving grounds for several of our more advanced efforts.  For the sake of cost savings and verifying the interaction and compatibility of several of the more systemic processes, as well as trying to shorten the Approval and To Market Entry timelines, we opted to combine the different processes into one testbed instead of several individual ones.  There was some risk involved here but, we, the Board, approved this approach last year after the GN Program demonstrated acceptable performance in its simulations.  The results, as you’ve read, and as you can now see here before you are nothing short of spectacular.”  He continued in his almost clinical tone.  It was her Master’s smile which started her flowing.   His smile, though slight, was enough to send a ripple of pleasure through her.  And that caused not only more watery precum to drool from her diminished cock but now her swollen breasts began to emit their own flow as drops of milk began forming on her nipples and then they began dripping from her wonderfully distended teats and down onto the matt beneath her.  The flow and the dripping was small, now, but was clearly observed by all the Board Members as their eyes were riveted to her thoroughly feminized form.

Her Master tugged, slightly, on her leash and then loosened the tension.  This caused her to rock forward and back a bit which set her milk swollen breasts to swaying and that forced more milk out from them so that her teats now almost constantly dripped.

Making a determined effort not to take note of the dripping display in front of him, Steve continued his review of the GN program’s results.

“First off there’s the gender alteration achievements.  Save but for the external genitalia still present, the testbed subject, designated “GN-Five,” now is almost physically indistinguishable from an actual female.  There were some minor physical, surgical, alterations necessary to enhance this but our progress on the bone reduction and cartilage reformation compounds and techniques promises to make such surgical intrusions unnecessary in the future.  The main progress of this element of the program has been more on the biochemical front.”

“The GN-Five testbed was first chemically neutered and once that was achieved the gender shifting and reallocating process was able to more rapidly continue.  Traditional chemical gender reassignment methodologies can take years and still produce but marginal results.  What you see achieved here is after just eleven month’s of treatment.  And this was with only our second generation compounds and processes.  Looking at the simulations, and based on our lessons learned, we’re estimating we could achieve similar results in as little as six months.  Perhaps less.”

Jennifer was almost oblivious to Steve’s description of what she’d been through over the past year.  Going from being a man to her new emasculated, neutered, soft, smooth, feminine form had been like a dream for her and she loved her new form.  She especially loved how it pleased both her Mistress and her Master.  The pleasure flowing out from her breasts was also wonderfully intense.  Her milk continued to drip from her heavy breasts as Steve continued.

“The follicle reduction and suppression – the body hair portion – was one of the earlier stages achieved.  The testbed’s skin also became more supple and smoother with the use of the RT-29 process.  That has immediate application in the dermatology market.  Once the testbed’s male reproduction functions had been eliminated then its skin hairs quickly also became eliminated and GN-Five’s skin became as soft and smooth as you see before you.  GN-Five has not had to shave or use any hair removal products for over six months now.  We’re estimating the market for this process to be…”

A Board Member to Jennifer’s left chimed in before Steve could finish his sentence: “Billions.  At the least.  Whether it’s a one time thing or even just an annual one, not having to shave to be smooth for a woman will be worth it.  And if she gets such younger and perfect skin in the deal then women will happily pay billions for it.”  The rest of the Board Members nodded in agreement.  The market potential of the process had been well recognized and eagerly anticipated.  That it could work so well on a man’s skin – even if requiring him to be neutered beforehand – only made the success of the process more apparent.

Steve continued, acknowledging his fellow Board Member’s contribution with a nod.  “The increased scalp hair growth and quality of the cranial hair was another aspect of the RT-29 process.  GN-Five was originally shaved bald at the start of the program so as to more accurately track the hair growth enhancement results.”  Up on the large wall mounted monitors on either side of the meeting room table a series of pictures of Jennifer’s hair growth began showing.  Though well braided out of the way as she remained there before them on her hands and knees, it was apparent that her lustrous and thick black hair would otherwise reach down to the middle of her back.

“Hair growth and quality like this,” Steve continued, “has even more immediate marketability.  And then, of course, there are the mammary results.”  He paused to look at Jennifer’s massive breasts and their milk swollen state.

“Early on in the GN program it was decided to not just achieve natural breast growth on the GN-Five testbed but also to attain actual lactation as well.  As you can see, this was quite well achieved.” He said, smilingly as the milk from Jennifer’s leaking breasts began forming small puddles on the matt beneath them.

For her part, Jennifer could only bask in the recognition that she now not only had real actual breasts – no lumps of silicon or bags of saline implanted underneath the skin – but was also producing milk through them like some human cow in a high tech dairy farm.  Nothing was more proof of how wonderfully and completely emasculated and feminized she had become then the milk flowing out of her huge tits.  Even if that flow wasn’t as near ecstatic for her as it was, there mere fact that her tits were so real they could be milked would’ve been a thing of joy for her.  That their being milked was so ecstatic almost left her breathless with pleasure every time it happened.  And as quickly as her huge breasts filled back up after being so completely drained, it happened wonderfully often.

Steve continued, “Right now, with the current formulation and cellular structures, we’ve gotten GN-5 up to a gallon of milk per day per breast.  If you look at the report, the team is confident that we could get GN-5’s yield up to two gallons of milk per day per breast.”   Jennifer’s eyes fluttered as she heard that number.  The doubling of such intense pleasure was an awesome thing for her to even contemplate.  As her eyes refocused on her Master at the end of the table the smile on his face brought yet another burst of milk to her teats, another drool of precum from her emasculated cock, and another body-wide orgasm rolling through her.  It was a struggle to keep herself in place as that orgasm built and burned throughout her entire body.  So intense was it that she lost track of what the rest of the Board Members had said in reply to the figures Steve had quoted.  Only the general tone of approval came through.  Jennifer darted her eyes over to Helen, the one female member of the Board, and saw the expected look of conquest and predatory hunger on it. 

Jennifer had been in Helen’s clutches before and knew just how sadistic, how wicked, and how controlling she could be.  Helen loved having Jennifer splayed out before her, arms bound together beneath her feminized body, and with her legs up over Helen’s shoulders as she pegged the sissy relentlessly.  There was something about how Jennifer’s huge tits bounced and swayed as Helen drove home that strap-on into the neutered man’s hungry ass that turned Helen on.  And when she’d finally let Jennifer have her own orgasm – her “cummies” as she insisted Jennifer call them – it would always also send Helen over watching how Jennifer’s emasculated penis flopped in rhythm to her pegging and then limply dribbled its neutered juices upon Jennifer’s bulbous tits.  Helen always made sure that Jennifer rubbed her watery juices over the nipples on those massive breasts now adorning her chest.  “It makes a better seal for when I attach the milking cups to them” she promised.  That it did improve the seal didn’t lessen the debasement of her doing it.  And Jennifer loved every minute of that too.

Helen’s desire to ruthlessly dominate Jennifer had only increased as the size of the sissy’s breasts had increased.  There was just something which deeply stirred in Helen at the sight of a relentlessly neutered man’s limp and shrunken cock as it contrasted with his overly ripe and heavy breasts.  It was a type of wicked and sharp SM play that made Jennifer pant with lust for more of it.

In her more lucid moments – that is, when she’d been both well fucked out and well pumped out – Jennifer contemplated the perversity of it’s being men to which she turned for emotional support and nurturing while it was married women like Helen – the mother of two wonderful children – to whom Jennifer sought and received the harsh sadism that she so craved.  In her Master’s arms she felt safe, protected and fulfilled.  At the feet of a sadistic mistress like Helen she felt helpless and but a defenseless prey animal trapped in the gaze of some wicked predator intent upon its feasting.  She loved being in both places and only hungered for more.  A slight tugging on her leash brought her attention back to her Master.  Helen’s smirk at this brought a thrill to Jennifer as Jennifer brought her eyes back up to her true owner and lover and the man who had so wonderfully transformed her.  The gleam in his eyes told the sissy that he knew exactly what was going on in her lust addled brain.  She felt her diminished cock twitch at that.

Steve had continued in all of this, going through the specifics of how the mammary glands in Jennifer’s huge tits had been enhanced and rewired from their non-functional male state to that of a female’s in lactation overdrive.  As Jennifer’s mind caught up with all this it just made her realize how over full her breasts were and how needful they were of being milked.  Neither her Master nor her Mistress had allowed her to her pumps that morning.  They wanted her near bursting for the Board Meeting and they’d succeeded quite nicely in achieving that state for Jennifer.  Her breasts were achingly full now.

Before Steve could continue to the next part of his presentation, Roger interrupted him.

“Do you smell that?  Breathe in through your nostrils gentlemen, do you smell that?” he asked of the male Board Members.

“That sweet scent in the air?  That’s not some spritzed on perfume that Jennifer is wearing.  No, that’s her scent itself.  That’s the scent her body chemistry is now producing all on its own.  It’s a derivative of the estratetraenol a natural female emits.  It’s a female pheromone that signals, among other things, the woman’s readiness for mating.  This is something else that Steve’s team has achieved.  We’ve not only gotten Jennifer here to emit female pheromones but we’ve altered their structure to make them even more effective at causing arousal among the men – and no few women – who smell them.  So not only does Jennifer smell nice, she smells sexy as well.  And the more you smell her the sexier she becomes.  The market applications of this are also worth quite a bit.” He concluded in a very satisfied tone.

Steve then picked up with the program results.  “Now, that covers the physical and biological results with this testbed.  We’ve also achieved extensive results and success on the psychological programs.”  Steve paused and looked over to Roger and then over to the “testbed” and then back at Roger.  Never taking his eyes off of his sissy, Roger simply nodded for Steve to continue.

Steve raised an eyebrow at that nod but, after a second or two, picked up with his presentation.

“The physical changes have immediate and clear market potential.  The skin processes have applications ranging from burn recovery to cosmetics.  The breast augmentation processes are sufficient that they could well put the implant industry out of business.  Cancer surgery recovery to straight up breast enhancement markets are quite open for these processes.  The lactation process also has application there as well.  We’ve found that inducing lactation not only helps with further breast growth but also enhances the shape and ‘drape’ of the breasts.” He continued, restating what the Board Members clearly had heard before, as he marshalled his thoughts for how best to discuss the next portion of the presentation and its implications while its subject was there before him and obviously aware of his every word.

“All of these things are clear to immediately apply to the market – pending the requisite FDA approvals, of course.  But it is the psych program results which have the most… unique and.. uh… delicate… aspects to them.” He continued, clearly trying to phrase his explanations as carefully as he could.

“The testbed here did fully consent to this aspect of the developmental program.  So we’ve no legal issues there..” the Advanced Product Research Director continued but was interrupted by a comment from one of the other Board Members, Davis Richards.

“Consented?  Right.  Steve, we’ve been over this plenty of times.  We know ‘he’ consented.  We’ve got it in writing and got it on camera.  We also know ‘he’ was a kinky twisted pervert that Roger found online through some ‘forced feminization’ fantasy website.  So ‘he’ is hardly an unbiased subject for the results you and your team achieved here.  ‘He’ wanted this.  We all saw the videos.  The guy practically begged for it.  And whether or not that was the result of your guy’s already being up inside ‘his’ head or whether it was Roger, here, who got there first or whether ‘he’ actually consented on ‘his’ own is something no one will ever know now.  Hell, even GN-Five, ‘G-N-Fr,’ here couldn’t answer that if you asked ‘him.’  You’ve got ‘him’ so juiced up and warped ‘he’ll’ say anything you want him to.”

Jennifer had a pained look on her face at Davis’ comments.  She was about to mew her objections when she felt another slight tug on her leash and then heard her Master speak up.  She loved hearing her Master’s voice.  He was so commanding and powerful and she always complied with whatever he asked of her because that is what a good sissy gurl did for her Master.  And Jennifer was always a good sissy gurl for her Master.

“Davis, yes, we’ve been over this.  Yes, Jennifer here was eager to undergo these processes and was fully aware of what they entailed.  This was the realization of some very long held desires on her part.  She consented to all this as a fully aware and responsible adult.  Yes, we realize that her willingness to undergo these procedures could therefore skew the efficacy assessment of their results.  We’ve included that in our modeling of the treatment and the analysis of those results.” He said, clearly and steadily.  “Steve, continue with your report please.”

Steve cleared his throat and got back to his slides.  “The team used several of the new compounds we’ve developed along with the focused and coordinated stimulation of the nucleus accumbens to induce the desired behavioral alterations.”

Jennifer, even as aching as her milk swollen breasts were and as lust drenched as her vision had become, could barely suppress a giggle at Steve’s oh-so-clinical and dry description of how they’d played with her mind.  She had, in fact, consented to it all.  Her Master had described just what, exactly, he wanted to do to her mind to help her become the sissy of her dreams and fantasies.  He had to actually hold her back from diving right into all just so he could be sure.  Whether this was actually the case or what she now thought was the case didn’t matter to her.  The end result was what mattered.  She was now that ultimate pleasure filled sissy of her deepest desires and dreams.  Had her Master put those deepest desires and dreams into her mind first?  That didn’t matter to her now for they were giving her such tremendous pleasure and fulfillment that they couldn’t possibly be wrong or bad or actually something she would’ve said no to when she’d still but a boy.  The glowing pleasure of her deep, deep submission just radiated through her as she contemplated just how much that submission had indeed altered her.  She loved that too.

And that whole “stimulation of the nucleus accumbens” statement came nowhere close to what it actually felt like to have happen.  Jennifer came to view the apparatus they hooked her to in order to achieve that “stimulation” of her brain to be a real life “Orgasmatron.”  The pleasure it blasted through her was mind rendering – as intended.  After just one session strapped up in it she was completely eager to comply with anything and everything her Master had asked of her in order to get strapped into it again.  And she was strapped back into the machine again.  And again.  And again.  So much so that her past life – her life as a boy and not the sissy fucktoy she now was – was but a cloudy distant mirage that had no bearing on who she was now.  And she loved that as well.

“So, as a means of testing the limits of the efficacy of this approach the team chose the emasculation and feminization nature of the treatment.  If the psychological alterations were not as complete and comprehensive then the testbed would reject them at some point and we would therefore have found the limits to the processes.”  Steve continued.

Davis once again commented, “Bullshit.  Sorry Roger, Steve, Helen, you wanted some little ‘sissy’ fucktoy.  So you went out and found a kinky guy who begged you to break him, wipe out everything masculine about him, and recreate him in some fetishist’s vision of what a ‘sissy’ should be.  This gave you the excuse to use those new toys your lab guys worked up and the new drugs to fry his nuts and pickle his mind until you got what you wanted.  Let’s be clear on this, Roger.  No offensive, Steve, but trying to dress this all up for us, the Board, doesn’t cut it.”

“Yes, we all agreed to this program” he continued, looking at each of the other Board Members in turn.  “We. All. Agreed” he said, emphasizing each word as he looked from one Board Member to the next.  As each of them – with the exception of Roger and Helen – shifted a bit in their chairs, Davis continued.

“Oh, I voted for this as well.  I’m not ducking that at all.  I don’t share your fetish for shemales there Roger but the idea of having a happy and eager little submissive fuckbunny woman at my beck and call is appealing to me to.  I think that’s no small reason you brought me on this Board to begin with, Roger.  We’re all kinky here, in some way.”  He said.  Then, turning to face the lone woman on the Board, he continued.

“And Helen, don’t try telling us that you’ve not considered drugging up your asshole husband this way too, right?” he asked, challengingly.

In a voice dripping with such sarcasm as its actual intent was clearly the opposite of the words she spoke, Helen replied; “Of course I haven’t, Davis.  I’ve never once considered drugging up my ‘asshole husband’ to the point I’ve turned his brain into the same sort of mush filling this little sissy’s head here on our Board Room table.  I’ve never then considered actually castrating him instead of just chemically neutering him like Jennifer here.  And I’ve never considered then, once he’d gotten even bigger knockers then GN-5’s, taking ‘hir’ down to the nearest truck stop to service any and all cocks waved in front of ‘hir.’  This, no matter how raunchy and piggy those truckers would want to get.  No, Davis, I’ve never thought about that at all.”

Davis just snorted in amusement as he sat back in his chair.  Roger sighed and nodded at Steve to continue his presentation.  And Jennifer’s sex crazed brain could only hope that Helen would take her down to that truck stop before she took her ‘asshole husband’ there first.  Steve spoke up again.

“And just to be clear?  That sort of thing wouldn’t work, Davis.  You can’t just “slip” these chemical compounds into someone’s coffee and expect them to turn into the docile, compliant and willing sort of creature that GN-5 here now is.  The chemicals have to be precisely tailored to the recipient’s biochemistry.  They have to be administered in controlled amounts and not just mixed in with a cup of coffee or soda or anything else like that.  And the stimulation of the nucleus accumbens – the brain’s pleasure center – isn’t something that can be done without the recipient’s noticing it either.”

“But all that said,” he continued, “it can be done.  We’ve essentially rewired and rewritten GN-5’s mind with these processes.  The testbed,” Steve had yet to use her derived feminine name, “Jennifer,” and insisted on using the more awkward sounding “GN-5” or even more objectifying “testbed” instead.  And that was something that oddly turned her on even more, “is now a docile, willing and pleasure driven creature.  GN-5 bases its happiness on the pleasure it brings to its ‘patterned’ dominants – Roger and Carol.” He paused, looking at the emasculated, neutered, feminized, and mind altered form in front of him as Jennifer’s shriveled penis continued its drooling watery precum and her swollen breasts continued dripping their milk.  All the while, the “testbed” kept its eyes locked upon her Master’s  and did so with clearly loving devotion and eagerness.  It was a spectacle of devotion and concrete proof of the “testbed’s” eagerly sought debasement.

“If this process can achieve such results in shifting a male to a female persona and mental perspective then it clearly has immense implications and applications in other inducements.”

Before Davis could comment again, another Board Member, George Llyod, spoke up. “And if word of this aspect of our little GN program gets out it’ll be the end of this company.  Whether or not ‘Jennifer’ here consented to the whole thing won’t make a damn bit of difference.  And we all know that.” He said, looking around the Board Meeting table.

Taking control of the meeting as he had taken control of Jennifer, Roger then spoke up.

“And that’s simply not going to happen then, is it?  Jennifer here is too loyal and too devoted to ever say anything against any of us.  Let alone anything which would put her Master in a bad light.  Isn’t that so my sweet gurl?” he asked confidently. 

Jennifer purred out her consent in her wonderfully light and sweetly feminine voice.  “Oh no Sir.  You have done so much for me I can’t ever thank you – or thank any of you here – enough!”

“Instead,” Roger continued as he smiled at his gorgeous sissy gurl, “this aspect of the GN program is going to prove quite useful when certain elements of our ‘national security agencies’ learn of it.  Imagine how fruitful interrogations of terrorists will become once this tech gets made available.  Rewiring the mind of some Jihadi so that he’s actually eager and happy to turn in all the rest of his terrorist network will be quite appealing to those ‘security agencies.’  But, yes, it’s not something the general public needs to know.  So, this aspect of the GN program will not be disclosed in any of our quarterly statements.”  Several of the Board chuckled at that last aspect.  The company owner then continued.

“Well, I think that concludes the report on the GN program results.  They’ve succeeded beyond all our expectations.” Roger said, smiling at Jennifer who felt her distended nipples begin flowing even more heavily.  “What we’ve to decide now is whether or not to fund the next phase of GN.”

Steve chimed in, “This would be the continuation and validation phase.  Yes, Davis, in basing it all around this one testbed here we’ve limited the sampling accuracy.  So we’ll need to expand that test group to statistically validate the results of the various GN processes.”

“What, you’re gonna create more ‘sissy milk cows’ down in your labs?” Davis asked, almost sneeringly.

“Perhaps.” Roger continued, “We will have to ‘create’ at least one or two more in order to validate the results of the feminization processes, the breast growth ones, the lactation ones, and the mind alteration procedures.  But we’ll have to do that on female subject as well.  You mentioned something about wanting an ‘eager little submissive fuckbunny’ for you own, right Davis?  Well, for the sake of scientific accuracy, that could be part of the next phase.”

Davis just laughed as he nodded, approvingly.

“And we could also see about ‘creating’ an always eager, always compliant, and always horny bunch of boytoys as well.” Roger continued.  “Greg, I know you’d like that.  And I know you would too, Helen.  The possibilities here are near endless.  And even better, they’re also ever more profitable too!”  Roger looked around the Board Room table and saw nothing but agreement.

“Well then,” he continued, “let’s make this official then, shall we?  You’ve already seen the numbers for the next phase’s budget.  I think they’re quite reasonable and especially so when compared to the profit just some of the new processes will yield.  With that in mind, I’d like your votes on whether or not to authorize the next phase of the GN Program.  All in favor?” he asked, expectantly.

Almost in unison, the entire Board raised their hands.

“The motion carries, unanimously.”  Roger beamed.  “Congratulations everyone!  The GN Program is going to be an absolute boon to the company.  And it’s going to be a boon to all of us Board Members in so many other ways as well.”  He was joined in his chuckling by the rest of the Board as the import of his remark became clearer.  Standing up, Roger brought the meeting to its close.

“Alright everyone, I believe that concludes this Board Meeting.  Thank you again for your time and your interest in helping make our company the success it is and it is destined to be.” He said, quite officially.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I have some official responsibilities to attend to.” He said as he once again locked eyes with Jennifer.  “It seems that one of my employees has gotten herself into a very distressed state and needs my help in resolving it.” He said with a smirk.

The other Board Members laughed and took the hint such that they were soon out of the Board Room, leaving it to just Roger and his milk filled sissy gurl, Jennifer.  Leaving her in place for the moment, Roger pulled a rather odd looking chair type thing out from a side closet and wheeled it over to the end of the Board Room meeting table.  Reaching into the compartment beneath it he took out and snapped into place a large curved stainless steel tray.

Roger then gathered up Jennifer’s leash and carefully drew her back across the Board Room meeting table with it, sliding the matt underneath her as she carefully shuffled herself backward and off of the table.  She knew what was coming and was mewing with pleasure as Roger helped her off the table and then on to the “chair.”  It was actually a milking station made specifically for her.  Her knees now were in comfortable pads and no longer on the hard, unyielding surface of the table.  At the leash’s tug, she bent herself over and placed her arms on the arm pads on each side.  Roger quickly and deftly secured the straps around her wrists and her ankles such that Jennifer was now firmly bound to the apparatus.

Roger then folded out a small tube from the center of the apparatus and gently inserted her wonderfully soft penis into it.  The glistening precum that was constantly flowing from its tip would now be collected in a small cup at the bottom of the tube.  Roger took a moment to gently fondle the now tiny ballsac that also hung softly between Jennifer’s legs.  He savored the feeling of the fully atrophied testes still within her much reduced scrotum before he then moved around in front of his gurl.  She was panting with excitement, with lust, and from the overwhelming fullness of her milk swollen breasts.  He knelt down in front of his gurl and caressed her face.  She quickly wrapped her nicely puffed lips around his fingers and suckled on them as she gazed up into the eyes of her Master.

“You’ve been such a wonderful gurl.  Your display was absolutely perfect.  It had just exactly the effect I wanted.  The Board did just what I wanted them to do.  And you played an essential part in making that happen.  I know your breasts ached from not being milked this morning.  But I wanted you to be absolutely overflowing in order to be that much more convincing.  You were all that and more.  I think no few of the Board are going to want their own sissy fucktoys now.  Their own milk filled and sex crazed emasculated little sluts just like you.  Think of it, Jennifer, thanks to your being so perfectly debased and neutered you’re going to have some sissy sisters to play with!” he proudly told her.  Jennifer could only mew her happiness as his fingers filled her mouth.  She flicked her tongue across her Master’s fingers and wished they were his cock instead.  She loved the taste of her Master’s cock.  Roger smiled back down at her, popped his fingers out of her mouth and brought his lips to hers.  He kissed her deeply and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, possessing it as he had possessed her body.  As he had possessed her mind.

The kiss was a passionate and loving one.  But he eventually broke it off because he knew his gurl was getting increasingly pained at how swollen her overflowing breasts had become.  It was now time to do something about that.  He released the stops on the milking station’s wheels and maneuvered it to one side of the Board Room such that it now faced the full length mirror there.  Locking the wheels securely in place again, Roger then quickly undressed and stood behind Jennifer.  She mewed her lust at him.  She’d been aching for just this moment for hours now.  He looked at her in the mirror and smiled at his special gurl.

As he did so, he lined up the head of his cock with Jennifer’s rosebud and smoothly slid inside her.  Carol had well stretched Jennifer out and left her both well fucked and well lubed so Roger’s entry was both smooth and a thing of pleasure all on its own.  She loved when her Master was inside her.  What came next was what she’d been aching for all that day.

Fully impaled into his sissy gurl, Roger then leaned forward slightly and brought his hands to Jennifer’s aching breasts.  He began caressing them with his fingers.  Gently running his fingers along their milk filled fullness.  His touch was driving Jennifer wild with its sensuality.  Roger cupped each huge breast in his hands and then began to slowly, lightly and gently knead them.  With much practiced motions, he soon had a rhythm going and Jennifer felt that much needed sensation begin to form, to rise up, to burst forth and then to, finally, let down as her milk began to flow out from her huge breasts.  The intensity, the brilliance, and the depth of the pleasure that came from being so milked was nearly overwhelming.  As she felt the milk begin to be squirted out from each teat she felt another whole body climax begin to crest within her.  It was the sound and the sight of her being milked however, that actually drove her over.  It was a powerful image and one she loved to see.

Still in her sexiest nylons, her highest stiletto heels, her loveliest opera gloves, that “suggestion” of a skirt still only emphasizing her shapely ass, and with her face so prettily and beautifully made up, she was being milked like some cow with its overfull udders.  The spray of milk squirting from each teat and jetting down into the collection tray beneath her never failed to have such an ecstatic reaction from her.  As the sounds of those jets of milk reached her ears, as the sight of her massive breasts being pulled and worked like the udders they’d become, as the scent of milk collecting there in the tray wafted up to her nostrils, and as the image of her Master working her breasts filled her eyes, Jennifer climaxed.  Her own eyes fluttered and rolled back into her head.  Her ass spasmed around her Master’s cock buried deep inside her.  He purred at her and nuzzled her exposed neck and murmured at her as he nibbled her ear – all the while gently expressing each of her breasts into the collection tray.  The smells, the sounds, and the image of the beautiful and beautifully emasculated sissy gurl he had created were all major turn-ons for him as well.  His hard cock swelled at it all as he too climbed ever closer to climaxing.

He loved it all.  He loved the power Jennifer’s submission gave him.  He loved how deeply she trusted him to wield that power over her.  He loved how he had so wonderfully emasculated and transformed her into the sissy gurl of his fantasies.  That she chose to give up her masculinity in order to submit to him and to please him was a gift and an honor and an intense pleasure that made everything else in his life pale in comparison.  It’s what drove him forward each day and he was thankful, deeply thankful, that he’d found a gurl like Jennifer.  Or at least a man which he could make into a gurl like Jennifer.  He thought all of this even as his fingers became increasingly slippery from the milk he worked out of her still heavy breasts.  He felt all this even as Jennifer’s ass spasmed from yet another orgasm rolling through her sissified body.

“You are such a special gurl” he purred into her ear as he continued nuzzling her bared throat, continued grinding his cock inside of her, and as he continued gently but firmly working and pulling on her heavy breasts.  “I love milking you like this.  I know the extractors do it more efficiently but there’s just something special about doing this by hand.” He continued purring as he continued grinding his cock into her and driving it over her prostate with each thrust and thereby sending yet more waves of pleasure through her helplessly bound frame. 

He stopped his grinding as he felt himself get too close to that edge.  He didn’t stop his milking however, and despite the lack of her “sissy G-spot’s” being lit up as Roger’s cock rolled across it, Jennifer herself rolled into yet another whimpering climax.  She felt her shriveled pretty little cock spasm and ooze more of its watery precum into its collection tube.  And still the milk flowed from her breasts and between has firmly pressing fingers.  She floated in that bliss and never wanted it to end.  And he kept here there in that bliss.  His hard cock still wedged inside her and his hands pulling on her udders.

“That’s it my gurl.  That’s it.  Keep cumming like that.  Keep cumming just like the sissy gurl you are.  Keep cumming like the sissy cow you are.  Keep cumming like the sissy cow you were meant to be.  That’s it gurl.  That’s it.  Cum for your Master.  Cum for your Master and I’ll make your tits even bigger.  I’ll milk you and milk you and milk you.  That’s it gurl, cum again.  Feel my cock inside you.  That’s it.  Flex that wonderful ass you have around your Master’s cock.  Milk my cock like I’m milking your udders.  That’s it gurl, please your Master.  That’s it…” he cooed at his special gurl.

He kept his gurl that way through several more of her climaxes.  Eventually, he finally had drawn most of the milk from Jennifer’s heavy breasts.  She was about exhausted from the repeated blasts of the climaxes that milking had brought her.  Now his working those breasts became more forceful and more concentrated on her nipples.  Working the whole breasts had had its desired effect and she no longer felt that aching pressure of their being overfull with her milk.  Now the working of her teats between his strong and experienced fingers was yielding her a different sort of pleasure.  She mewed back at him and tried to concentrate on that wonderful cock so strongly filling her ass.  She focused her sex drenched mind on how blissful that cock felt inside her.  She focused and started flexing her muscles down there as they wrapped around her Master’s shaft.  His groans of pleasure only spurred her to focus more intensely.  She was pleasing her Master by using her body for his pleasure.  It was everything a proper sissy gurl like her could hope for.  It wasn’t long before her focus was rewarded.

Her Master began thrusting in and out of her well lubed hole.  His grasp on her milk soaked nipples tightened and he drew her feminized form back up away from the milk filled tray beneath her.  More upright, they both could more clearly see her huge breasts so firmly grasped by his strong hands.  They both could see the image of her feminized form in the mirror.  They could see how beautifully sculpted her face had now become.  How luscious and thick her lips were.  How feminine and beautiful her makeup tattoos were.  They could see how wet her breasts and torso now were from the milk he’d so powerfully drawn from her.  They both reveled in how soft and smooth and feminine her skin now was.

As he continued working her thick and distended nipples and as he continued thrusting his swollen shaft into her hungry ass what sent them both over was the image of what hung there between her gartered and nyloned legs.  By pulling her back and up he’s also pulled her feminized penis free of its tube.  It now softly hung there between her shapely legs, swinging limply back and forth with each of his thrusts.

She looked up into the mirror and into her Master’s eyes.  The hunger she saw there easily surpassed the hunger she had seen in Helen’s eyes.  Her Master’s hunger was different though no less intense.  It was a loving hunger and one she thrilled to submit to and fulfill for him.  Her limp shaft and neutered sac were all the evidence needed of that.  He sank his teeth into the skin aside her throat as the image of her submission to him filled each his vision.  As he bit down on his sissy gurl the climax exploded within him and his balls contracted, jetting their heavy load deep within his sissy’s ass.  And Jennifer swooned in his powerful, dominating, and consuming embrace as another climax exploded throughout her body as well.  This was everything she had ever fantasized and had ever wanted.  And it was the man who’s cock was buried deep inside her and who’s teeth were searingly clamped onto her shoulder that had made it all possible.  He had brought forth the beautiful, soft, submissive and sexy sissy she now was.  She loved that and she loved him for having made it all possible.

They stayed like that as their mutual climaxes washed back and forth within them.  His grip tightened around her emasculated and feminized form.  Her diminish cock drooled more of its watery precum.  And they both felt that wonderful sensation of his cum begin to leak and flow out from around his cock inside of her.  Her clamping her ass muscles around his cock to try and keep that wonderful cum inside of her only brought forth a moan of pleasure from her man.  They both laughed at that as he once again nuzzled the neck of his special gurl.

Eventually, he softened enough that he released her and drew himself out of her.  He reached into another compartment of the milking station and brought forth a plug and quickly pressed it home into her well fucked ass, nicely sealing it from leaking any more juices out of its well fucked lips.

He soon had his gurl unshackled from the milking station and gently led her to the executive washroom adjoining the Board Room.  Stepping into the shower there, he gently washed his gurl down and the stood back to let her attend to her Master as well.  They both lingered in the shower together far longer than it took to make each other squeaky clean.  Neither complained about that.

After drying each other off, Jennifer helped her Master dress back into one of his well tailored suits.  He just radiated power and sex when wearing his suits.  If she’d not been so utterly and totally milked out and so completely and blissfully fucked out she’d have tried bringing her Master to hardness again so he could mount her in that suit.  He kissed her tenderly as he knew exactly what she hungered for but was too wonderfully spent to achieve.

He then helped his sissy gurl into her outfit.  Though completely different than his, it had much the same effect on him.  A nicely tight long skirt wrapped around seamed nylons, garters, and panties.  Topped off with a fitted blouse that only accentuated how wonderfully full and large her bosom was.  Stepping back into her stilettos she looked every bit the fetish vision of a smartly attired executress.  It was a vision he took no small pride in having created through his alterations of her.  A nice deep kiss and then a swat on her shapely ass sent her off to reapply her makeup and lip gloss before they headed out.

Roger then sat back in his chair at the head of the Board Room table.  A well sated sigh came from him as he settled himself into its comfortable leathers.  The Board Meeting had gone quite well.  Through his vision his company had managed to create what was about the most perfect expression of a sissy fucktoy come to real life flesh and blood.  GN-5 – Jennifer – was everything he had ever wanted in a sissy gurl.  As she should be since he had her old male self wiped away and replaced with that vision of sissy perfection in its place.  And now, thanks to that flawless bit of self-objectification on Jennifer’s part, the Board was swayed to support creating even more perfect sissy fucktoys – and perfect female fucktoys and males ones too.  That and reap the handsome profits from the processes invented to make those perfect fucktoys.

Exquisitely satisfied with himself and with his creations, Roger justly savored the moment.  Jennifer then reappeared in the Board Room and looked as ravishing as ever. 

“I’m ready, Master.” She purred at him.  Roger rose from his executive’s chair at the head of the Board Room table and took his special gurl in his arm.  A fine dining’s night out awaited them.  By the meal’s end, Jennifer’s breasts should once again have become engorged with more milk and thus his sissy gurl would need his strong capable fingers upon those lovely breasts once more.  That would be the perfect cap to a most excellent day. 

Roger smoothly maneuvered his sissy out past that Board Room table she’d so recently adorned and then out the heavy doors of the Board Room, closing them behind them both.  He loved having Board Meetings like this.

And his sissy gurl, his perfect sissy gurl, his perfect sissy cow gurl, loved Board Meetings like this too.