Sort of? It's hot, but also kinda...megalomaniacal

Amy hesitates. “I mean, it’s definitely hot, and like, I don’t feel like it’s particularly unethical because you’re just offering people porn, but how does this work when applied to me and my husband?”

“So in essence we would be enacting the Vixen Project in microcosm. Through a combination of couples therapy, hypnosis, and eventually medication, we would shape your husband from his current, sexually closed behavior, into a much more open-minded pattern. The exact endpoints would depend on both your and your husband’s psychological profiles, but at bare minimum we would introduce cuckolding into your relationship, allowing you to enjoy the sexual freedom you’ve found married life lacking, and in over 50% of cases we successfully transition the husband fully into a feminized end state, allowing him to join you in your sluttier lifestyle. Typically we relegate the husband to strict, specific sexual patterns, such as BBC worship or cleaning up after a bull, but that’s honestly just because the wives prefers it that way.”

“That seems…pretty ****.” Amy protests. “I mean, I just want him to loosen up a bit in the bedroom, not brainwash him.”

Dr. Wynn reaches out and takes her hand reassuringly. “Trust me, we really won’t be doing that much to change him. Just putting him in a state where you both will be properly sexually satisfied.”

Amy hesitates. It sounds so tempting but… “I’m sorry, I just can’t do that to him. I’d never be able to live with myself afterwards.”

Dr. Wynn just smiles warmly, and Amy feels a sudden prickle in the palm of her hand. “Fortunately, my dear, it really isn’t up to you.”

“Wha—” Amy’s reaction is weakened by the sudden instability in her legs, and Dr. Wynn lowers her gently to the floor.

“I meant that quite seriously, by the way.” She explains as the **** she injected take their hold on Amy. “This isn’t a betrayal, really. Your guilt at violating your husbands consent is holding you back from achieving sexual actualization, so I am removing that guilt by taking the choice out of your hands. You’ll be dosed with some specialized medications to ensure you forget this conversation and this meeting, and we’ll be free to act without burdening your conscience.”

“Nuhhhhh, plesh…” Amy slurs, unable to properly form words as the room begins to darken.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure everything is how you would want it to be.” Dr. Wynn says calmly, “Though…I might take a few small liberties.” She adds, sounding more like she’s musing to herself as she pulls up Amy’s shirt. “I could do some wonderful…”

And Amy fades out, and forgets.

“…things with these tits, for example.” Dr Wynn concludes. “Shirley, get your ass in here.”

There’s a loud schlulp-ing sound and then a thud, before Shirley comes rushing through the door, asshole dripping lube, strands of watery cum dangling from her cage. “Yes Dr. Wynn?”

“What do you think? Should I convince Mrs. Dean to get her breasts enhanced?” Dr. Wynn asks, holding up the shirt so the sissy can see.

“Definitely!” Shirley gushes, “She’d look so much hotter with a pair of big, fake stripper tits.”

Dr. Wynn sighs, “I meant a more tasteful, realistic set. Honestly, even after two years of forcible feminization you still manage to be a misogynistic pig sometime. Maybe I should just break down and remove your attraction to women. How would your real self-feel about that, Shirley? Only being able to get your little dicklet off to men forever?”

“Oh, he would hate it!” Shirley says, beaming. “One of the few things that gives my real self any joy is getting to see hot women occasionally, even if I almost never get to do anything with them. If you took that away, well, he’d be even more miserable than he is now. That’s such a great idea, Dr. Wynn. You should definitely make my real self a total boykisser!”

“Hmmm,” She thinks it over. “It would mean sending you back to the facility for another month or so—”

Even with all her conditioning, Shirley can’t suppress a shudder, but she masks it with a giggle. “That’s ok! I want to go there. They always did such an excellent job torturing my real self there. One of the nurses even promised she’d make sure I got all of the worst punishments if I ever got sent back, last time. She’ll probably make me clean the prostate milking room with my tongue, and then serve as a urinal in the male staff restroom, and then come up with something even worse after that. It would be absolutely horrifying, and she might even try to convince you to let her keep me there forever. You should definitely send me back to the facility!” Shirley says, brightly.

Dr. Wynn just laughs. “Don’t worry, Shirley. I won’t be sending you back…at least not until after we’re done with the Deans, since I might need your help with them. After that, well, I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

Shirley gives a small, involuntary whimper, prompting Dr. Wynn to laugh yet again.

“Go blow your gangbangers, Shirley. I need to make sure Mrs. Dean forgets ever meeting us, and then arrange her and her husband’s…therapy.”

“Ok!” Shirley says, rushing eagerly out the door, and forgetting her panties.

Dr. Wynn looks down at Amy. “Well, let’s get you to forget all this and pass you off to the delivery crew to make sure you end up somewhere safe and explainable. Of course, I’m tempted to have some fun while you’re out, but I prefer my partners awake and eager. Or awake, restrained, and soon to become eager. I hope you don’t find my not ravishing you insulting.” She adds with a chuckle. “Though I am going to sneak a quick peak under those clothes, just to see what I’m working with.”

Dr. Wynn remove Amy’s pants, panties, and shirt to study the woman’s body. The blonde woman’s tits are perky and pale, with clear tan lines to show a fondness for sunbathing. Her belly is firm and flat, showing what a good workout routine can do for a woman’s abs, and providing a nice runway down towards her pussy, which is covered with a full bush of dark pubic hair.

“Hmmm, that’s curious. I would’ve thought you’d be shaved. Let me see.” Dr. Wynn reaches over and grabs the forms Amy filled out, flipping through her answers until she finds what she wants. “Ah, I see. Your husband really is repressed. Most likely you either stopped shaving because he finds it promiscuous, somehow, or because you simply didn’t feel it was worth it for such lackluster sex. Either way, we can work on that later.”

She carefully rolls Amy over, examining her muscular back before moving down to her ass. “No anal recently, but certainly a fondness for it based on your answers. Something we’ll need to reintroduce.” She concluded. “I mostly asked Shirley about your breasts just to torment her, but we might consider some cosmetic work at some point. That’s the fun part about doing this to a pair of unwilling subjects, I really don’t have to get permission for any of it, as long as I can make sure you both enjoy the end results, and looking at these answers, I can probably make you enjoy all sorts of wonderful things, so my options are open.”

She gives Amy’s ass a reassuring slap. “No worries, though, I do genuinely intend to honor your wishes, once we’re past that pesky conscience of yours. At most, I might indulge in a few personal preferences, but nothing you’d mind, I promise.”

She chuckles as she stands up. “Talking to an **** woman, I must sound crazy. Still, you won’t remember any of this soon, and, provided I can keep the delivery crew from getting handsy, you’ll be dropped off none the worse for it. So, sleep well, and pretty soon your life is going to be a whole lot more exciting.”