."Turns out that Number Four was a guy I could see since he was sitting in front of me. He stood up and took a pair of scissors from Adam, right in fr...nt of me so I could see.They disappeared out of my field of vision.I could feel Number Four grabbing the butt of my speedo and then I could hear the scissors cutting through the lycra. He asked Number One if that was acceptable, which it was.Number Four came back in to my view and sat down. I heard a belt jingling and then a zipper, I'm assuming. Think of it as sort of a virus, but non-contagious. Well, non-contagious to everyone except the final person you fuck. This virus is taking over your body. You’re going to be a horny, giggling, busty bimbo fairly soon. Well, you’ll look and sound like one, anyway. Your mind will work mostly the same, but no one will have a clue you have a brain behind the giggling and the mass of blonde hair you’re going to end up with. Oh, hey, your hips are starting to widen.’ I looked up at the mirror. Sure. Jason and Jeff would no longer be the only slaves in town. Arrangements had been made by Ariana to add several more men to the stable. It would, of course, all be voluntary, the real acts of submission happening in the minds of these "men." Marilyn laughed, her cigar dangling from her lips, but she remained silent."Things are going to get spiced up, slaves. We are ready to make this venture a big success," said Ariana through wisps of cigar smoke."Yes, Mistress."These slaves were obviously well. "Wake up you slack moll!" Without realising it my head kept dropping on my chest, so much for operational discipline. I watched him going from one boring opening to another. This prick would open a new shithouse if there were a free lunch in it. The only problem I was having was to remember what he looked like. Normally I had a photographic memory for faces and details and for some reason I could not keep the arseholes face in my mind. I had to keep looking at the photo and even then look back.