his breathing. They also had a tendency to hang off to each side, stretching his skin and causing yet more pain. The only solution he had been able to come up with had been to hold one in each hand and try to keep them pushed up on his chest.

"What's the matter, honey?” his jailer asked, leering at his chest. "Would you like a bra for you new tits? Be nice to me and maybe I'll get you something for support!" The jailer laughed at Jim's distress and then leaned over and planted a kiss on each nipple. The nipples immediately swelled up to epic proportions.

Jim shuddered, but he did have to admit that the kisses sent a thrill of excitement through his quickly feminizing body. Then he thought how nice it would be to have something to hold his breasts so he could get a little relief from the constant pain.

"What do I have to do?" he asked meekly. He figured the guy would go easier on him if he seemed weak and unrespondant.

The guy just smiled wickedly. "Oh," he said, “just suck me off, maybe swallow all my cum, and then offer your cute little ass up for me to fuck, or to sell to my fellow guards." He laughed evilly as Jim contemplated his dilemma. He shuddered and decided to endure his pain.

Jim got very little sleep that night. He had finally fallen asleep on his front, with his hands curled into fists and placed one on each side of his chest adornments. In this

position he was raised up just enough to take some of the weight off his breasts and he gained a little relief.

He was rudely awakened by the sensation of a hand sliding over his silken covered ass. It felt so good as it caressed his cheeks. He jerked awake, a memory of the hand working its way up his leg to the top of the stocking, and then beginning its journey over his bare flesh. He remembered moaning as it had slowly slid its way up to his panty and crotch. How long had he allowed that to go on he wondered as even now he humped his ass upwards to encourage the gentle massage to continue.

As he came fully awake and realized what was happening, he screamed, a high pitched girlish howl and sat upright. His hands went automatically to his boobs to cradle them and hide them from the sight of this obviously sexually excited man.

The guy just laughed a Jim's obvious discomfort. Then he gestured for Jim to precede him down the hall to the torture room. Jim could feel his lascivious eyes watching every step as the now curvaceous creature undulated along. The costume he wore, garter belt, long nylons with seams and spike heels with seven inch heels and no ankle support made certain his ass wiggled with each step. He had to use his arms for balance which left his huge boobs to swing and bounce as he tried to stay ahead of his captor.

In the room, he was quickly forced down into the same ungodly split position his wife had occupied the day before. By the time Julie was ushered into the room, he was attached to the spreader bar, the same as she had