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Archive-name: Changes/bob3.txt
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Archive-author: Ruth White
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Archive-title: Bob Gets His - Part 3
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CHAPTER
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10
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It was over a year later, when all the pieces of Dr. van
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Damme's plan fell into place one day; Monica wrote to her about her
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and Gloria's changing plans. They were going to be married in a
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radical lesbian ceremony and Gloria wanted to move back to the city
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where they could be in the center of the lifestyle that they lived
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now. They would no longer be needing the services of Bob and Joe,
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as they would be living in a lesbian commune and Gloria wanted all
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memories of the two men erased from her memory. Did the Doctor have
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any ideas?
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The limousine slowed as it approached the guardhouse. Dr. van
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Damme was expected, and the guard passed the car through only after
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checking out the driver. Scrutinizing the security arrangements,
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she nodded in approval. There would be no unauthorized entry to, or
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exit from, the Watson estate.
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The long car proceeded onto the remote grounds. After a short
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drive, the house became visible, it was a mansion of the first
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order. After stopping the car in front, the driver opened the car
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door for her, Dr. van damme exited and walked up the steps of the
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house. Forewarned of her arrival by the guard house, the door swung
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open to meet her.
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Dr. van Damme was taken aback for a minute by the appearance
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of the individual who greeted her.
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"Good morning Doctor."
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"Good morning." Scrutinizing her greeter, Dr. van Damme
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noticed the earrings. "You must be Robert."
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"Yes Ma'am, however the mistress requests that I be addressed
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as Babette."
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"Well I'll be delighted to indulge her. Babette."
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Bob admitted her, removed her coat, and took it to the
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cloakroom. When he returned, Dr. van Damme examined the youth, who
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was a product of her Institute. Robert Watson had started out with
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a strong familial resemblance to his father, Joseph Watson and,
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having undergone identical physical modifications, was now a
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perfect replica of his dad. Bob was about five feet seven inches
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tall, but his black patent spike heels added considerably to that.
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Sheer black stockings sheathed Bob's long shapely legs, ending
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on his upper thighs, from where garters stretched up to disappear
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under his skirt. Although it stretched the imagination to call that
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tiny bit of fabric a skirt. Bob wore a very abbreviated maid's
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uniform, even more extreme than the ones that Gloria had originally
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dressed Joe in. The skirt was held almost horizontal by fluffy
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petticoats, both of which ended high on his hips. The Doctor could
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see the boy's embroidered lace panties, his dark pubic hair clearly
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visible through the delicate material. As he stood there with his
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legs slightly apart, she could discern his vaginal lips, with the
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profile of the vulva he had developed, outlined in the satin crotch
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of his panties.
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Bob wore no bra and his nipples poked out like tiny fingers
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through the black satin of his uniform. The lace edged neckline of
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Bob's dress barely covered his aureoles, and the expanse of his
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massive bosom was fully revealed. His hair was parted in the
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middle, and the long blonde tresses were brushed forward, to rest
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atop the creamy white globes of his breasts. Shoulder-length black
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gloves had the fingers cut off to allow him to wear them with his
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long fingernails, and he wore the obligatory cap and apron. "If you
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will please follow me Doctor, my mistress will receive you."
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Dr. van Damme followed the youth, watching his ass wiggle in
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the lacy panties, as he swished through the house before her.
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Bob entered the sitting room where Gloria awaited their
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arrival, with Dr. van Damme right behind him, and curtseyed. "Dr.
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van Damme. Madame."
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"Thank you Babette."
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Bob curtseyed and withdrew to the wall where he stood with his
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hands folded over his apron; the perfect maid, attentive to any
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desire on the part of his mistress or her guest.
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The two women greeted each other like long lost friends. After
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some chatting Dr. van Damme asked "and how is Joe doing?"
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Gloria explained, "I have decided, for the present, that
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Joseph shall be called Yvette and Robert shall be addressed as
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Babette. They look so much alike that I kid my guests; telling them
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that they are the Ette sisters, Eve and Bab."
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The Doctor chuckled at the joke.
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Gloria pushed a little button. "I believe Yvette is doing the
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laundry now. Let me show you how his training has progressed."
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In a couple of minutes, the click of high heels on wooden
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floors could be heard approaching the sitting room and then the
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rustle of petticoats. Shortly a busty blonde, dressed and looking
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exactly like Bob, traipsed in and curtseyed. "You rang Madame?"
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Dr. van Damme, looked Joe Watson over. He was an exact
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duplicate of Bob. The only way she could tell them apart was by the
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fact that Joe's testicles had been gold-plated and he wore the
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little balls permanently affixed in his earlobes, while Bob's were
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sealed in clear plastic and swung from his ears on tiny chains.
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"Yes Yvette. I desire that you pleasure me now."
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"At once Madame." Joe obediently got down on his knees, while
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Gloria pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide. Joe removed
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her panties, leaving her in a garter belt and hose, then plunged
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his face into Gloria's pussy and started licking it.
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Dr. van Damme watched as the pretty man's blonde head bobbed
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between his ex-wife's legs.
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"The old Joe Watson wouldn't do this in a million years,"
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exclaimed Gloria. "Now, as Yvette, he eats pussy every day. Would
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you care to have Babette service you Doctor?"
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"No thank you. Perhaps some other time."
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"Oh well. You don't know what you're missing. Babette since
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you have nothing better to do, attend to my feet."
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Dr. van Damme looked on in silence as the golden haired
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beauty, that had once been Robert Watson, knelt down on nylon clad
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knees. Bob gently removed Gloria's alligator pumps then, being
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careful not to interfere with his father, unhooked the garters and
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rolled Gloria's stockings down her legs. Bob lifted Gloria's right
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foot to his mouth and started licking it. After he had covered the
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whole foot, he started sucking on her toes, ending up with all five
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between his thick red lips. Completing his servicing of Gloria's
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right foot, Bob placed it back on the floor and brought her left
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foot to his mouth. While he was working on that one, Gloria lifted
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her right foot and, using her toes, fondled Bob's tumescent nipples
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through his satin dress.
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Gloria leaned back and shut her eyes, obviously enjoying the
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services of her maids. Dr. van Damme decided that she had seen
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enough, excused herself, and left.
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CHAPTER
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11
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Bob had cleared away the remains of the excellent dinner which
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Joe had prepared; he was quite the accomplished cook by now. Dr.
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van Damme, Gloria, and Monica sat around the table drinking coffee.
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"I think it's time to feed the boys Monica. You won't want to miss
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this Doctor."
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As the three woman made their way to the kitchen Gloria
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explained. "It seems that both of them returned from your island
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with tremendous appetites Doctor. Monica figures that this is a
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side effect of the process which filled out their curvy bodies. We
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found that the boys were putting on weight and I couldn't allow
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that. I mean think of the money I have invested in their uniforms,
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and besides, they are perfect just as they are. Don't you agree?"
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"Yes, but I made them what they are, so I am more than a
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little prejudiced."
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"No matter. I took the situation in hand; Joe and Bob are
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strict vegetarians now and I feed them only the healthiest of foods
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three times a day. For breakfast they get an orange, a bowl of
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oatmeal, and vitamins. Their lunch and dinner usually consists of
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beans and rice."
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When the women entered the kitchen, Joe and Bob, who had been
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sitting at the table waiting, sprang up to attention. Monica got
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out two bowls; into each she put two scoops of cold brown rice from
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a pot in the refrigerator, then she opened a can of kidney beans
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and topped the rice with the beans, dividing the can between the
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two bowls. Monica put the bowls on the floor."You may eat."
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To Dr. van Damme's amazement, Joe and Bob curtseyed saying
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"Thank you mistress," then got down on their hands and knees and,
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like two dogs, hungrily lapped at their obviously unappetizing fare
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with their rounded behinds up in the air, fully exposed.
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"No need to worry about them losing their girlish figures, and
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besides think of the money I save on food." Laughed Gloria.
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Later that evening Dr. van Damme joined Gloria Watson in her
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den for a nightcap. They each had a drink and made small talk.
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During a pause in the conversation, Gloria said, "Let's see how my
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boys are doing." Knowing that Bob and Joe's almost nightly ritual
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would soon be getting underway any minute now, she pushed a button
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and a section of wall slid away to reveal several television
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monitors and a control console. She turned them on and selected
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those cameras which gave good views of the bedroom and bath that
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Joe and Bob shared.
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Joe had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off his
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superbly feminine body. In the bedroom, Bob sat in front of the
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mirror, brushing out his luxuriant blonde hair, dressed in an
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embroidered satin teddy. Joe wrapped a towel around his head, put
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on a short kimono style gown of jade silk, came out, sat down on
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the bed, and started drying his hair.
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"I thought the doctor who invented this hair said it was low
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maintenance." Said Joe sarcastically, since both of them spent
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hours on their hair.
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"No he didn't; he just said it would last forever. If anything
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it is more work than real hair since you can't do anything to it
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that lasts. Sometimes I wish that I could just get a permanent and
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not have to worry about it." Said Bob.
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"I'm really worried about the Doctor being here, it can't mean
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anything but trouble for us." Whined Joe.
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"Oh come on Evie, lighten up a little." Retorted Bob
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"Don't you start in with that shit too. It's bad enough with
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Gloria and that crazy doctor. When we're alone, just call me Joe."
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The two of them had long ago discovered their relationship;
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Joe was troubled deeply by their circumstances, but Bob was too far
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gone to care. "I'm sorry Joe. Let me make it up to you by brushing
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your hair for you."
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Bob came over, got on the bed behind Joe, and started brushing
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his father's long blonde hair. Joe knew that Bob liked what had
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been done to him. In fact, he'd been shown a videotape of the boy
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begging Gloria to have him changed into a female. "Bob is really
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into all this girl shit." Thought Joe, who did only as much as he
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was forced to.
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Joe didn't know it but, thanks to hypnosis and subliminal
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programming, Bob craved humiliation and domination in addition to
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his delight in his new body. Bob brushed Joe's hair until it
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shined, then leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Let's fool
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around pop."
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Being under Gloria's total control, her sadistic domination
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had erased any inhibitions that either of them might have retained.
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"I don't know ..." Said Joe. Bob put down the hairbrush,
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reached around, undid Joe's robe, took the revealed breasts in each
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hand, and started playing with the nipples.
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"Come on. You know you want to. Stop worrying about the Doctor
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being here, there's nothing you can do to change anything." Bob
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stopped the foreplay for a minute and slipped the straps of his
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teddy off of his shoulders, then he pulled the teddy down to reveal
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his bounteous breasts, and resumed fondling his fathers breasts.
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Joe could feel Bob's hard nipples pressing against his back.
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Thanks to conditioned behavior, the father responded quickly to the
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son's caresses. Joe turned around and looked at Bob. Joe still had
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his strong attraction to big titted sluts, and that's what he saw
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in front of him. It no longer mattered to him that this blonde
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bimbo had once been his son, or that she was an exact replica of
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himself. Joe's enlarged red lips met Bob's. He pulled Bob into his
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arms. Their tongues hungrily sought one another, as each one's
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breasts pressed hard against the other's.
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It was times like this that Joe wished that he still had his
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cock and balls; he'd love to be able to screw the beautiful blonde
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that his son had become. Joe would never again screw any woman, but
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his sex change had left him with a realistic vagina, along with his
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responsive clitoris which allowed him plenty of potential for
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sexual relief.
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Joe played with his nipples. He was in seventh heaven as he
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looked down at Bob's pretty blonde head. Joe loved having his pussy
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eaten, and Bob was very good at it. Joe was too, although he hated
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to do it, and would do so only at Gloria's command.
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When Joe's pussy was dripping wet and he was grinding his cunt
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against Bob's face, Bob stopped, stripped off his teddy and, as he
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had so many times before, went to the dresser. Joe knew what would
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be coming next. It was deeply humiliating, but then again, it felt
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so good. Bob returned with a huge double-ended dildo.
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Joe laid back and spread his legs wide to receive his end of
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the sex toy. Bob placed the oversized head of the rubber cock
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against Joe's cunt, and gently pushed it in. Joe's pussy was really
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slippery by now, but the diameter of the dildo was so large that
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they had to exercise caution getting it in. Finally it was in as
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far as they dared force it.
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Now it was Bob's turn. He laid down and played with his pussy,
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preparing it for what was to come. Joe positioned himself so that
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the other head of the dildo was at Bob's cunt lips, then thrust his
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hips forward. Bob moaned as the enormous dildo invaded him. Before
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long, Joe was on top of Bob, their tits mashed together, as they
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ground pelvis against pelvis, each of them receiving extreme
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pleasure from their simulated fucking.
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Dr. van Damme watched from the den as Bob fell asleep in Joe's
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arms. What a bizarre sight that had been, watching the two stacked
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blondes humping one another. Gloria interrupted her thoughts. "What
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I wanted to talk to you about Justine, is Joe and Bob's future. I
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must tell you that I have fallen in love with that girl you sent to
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help me with Bob. Monica and I do not desire this country life-
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style anymore and we want to move back to the city. I'm sure you
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see the problems which might arise if those two were to accompany
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us. Do you have any suggestions."
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"Well, it's really funny that you should bring that up. I have
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been asked to approach you about the two of them. It seems that
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there are two very powerful and rich brothers and each wants Joe
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very badly. They could not agree on sharing him so they gave up on
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the idea of ever having him. I told them about Robert, that he was
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made into his father's twin, and they have asked me to speak to you
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and find out if they are available."
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"What do they want them for?'
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"This may sound crazy, but they want to marry them. These
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brothers share some extreme tastes, such as bondage and domination,
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just to name a few, and they would never in a million years find a
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real woman to tolerate what they would insist on, as a matter of
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course, in a marriage. Their only requirement is that Joe and Bob
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be totally submissive with absolutely no resistance left."
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"Well Bob loves it when you punish him and I have beaten all
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the resistance out of Joe." Said Gloria.
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"If you're amenable, I would take them back to the island for
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a thorough preparation as there are a couple of other changes the
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brothers want done. I think that this proposition would be in
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everyone's best interests, especially since Bob would be happy in
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bondage and submission while Joe would always hate it. I have been
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instructed to offer you five hundred thousand dollars for the two
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of them. Do you find that offer fair?"
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"More than fair and I'll accept it with pleasure," replied
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Gloria, "except that I insist you take half of the money. I don't
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need any of it thanks to you and you've done more than enough to
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earn it."
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Dr. van Damme started giggling.
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"What's so funny Justine?" asked Gloria.
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"This will be so appropriate."
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"Whatever do you mean?"
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"This man who wants to marry Joe. He is worse to women than
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Joe Watson ever dreamed of being."
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The two women sealed the deal with a toast to Joe and Bob's
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new lives.
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CHAPTER
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12
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Bob and Joe were glad to be back on Dr. van Damme's island and
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out of the clutches of Gloria. The two of them were again serving
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as maids for the Doctor until further arrangements could be made.
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Joe had no idea what would happen to them, but he had been assured
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that they would not be turned into streetwalkers.
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Joe cooked and Bob had set the table in preparation for the
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arrival of the Gonzales brothers for dinner. Remembering the effect
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the brothers had on him the last time they were here, Joe was
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thankful that he would be in the kitchen, but he was not to be
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spared this night. "Joe get out here." Squeaked Bob, running into
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the kitchen after the table had been cleared. "They want to give
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their compliments to the cook."
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"Shit!" Joe removed the long white duster that he wore while
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cooking to reveal that, under it, he had on the same French maid's
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uniform as Bob. Joe could see the effect that the presence of the
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masculine brothers had on Bob as he waited on them; he was flushed,
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excited, and Joe knew from his own experiences that Bob's pussy
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must be dripping wet by now.
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Joe went into the dining room, curtseyed, and then stood with
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his hands folded politely over his apron. Bob came out and stood
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beside his father.
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The Gonzales brothers were speechless as they stared at the
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two gorgeous girls that they knew had once been men.
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"How do you tell them apart?" Asked Hector.
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"Oh there is a way, but I'll let you find out." Answered Dr.
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van Damme. "Don't just stand there. Introduce yourselves." She told
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her two maids.
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Joe curtseyed. "I am Joseph Watson, sirs."
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Bob followed suit.
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Miguel Gonzales rose and came over to Joe. "I just wanted to
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express my compliments to the cook. The cook in this case being so
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beautiful, I believe that a kiss would be in order." Having been
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briefed on Joe's programming, Miguel grabbed Joe and before he
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could say anything, pulled him tight and kissed him passionately.
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Miguel felt the former man in his arms tighten up in resistance. In
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short order though, Joe was betrayed by his conditioned responses
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and was returning Miguel's kisses with all the fervor he could
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muster. Joe could not resist his carnal desires; he wanted to suck
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on Miguel's cock, he wanted it filling his hot cunt, to feel it
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rubbing against his swollen clit. Joe was overcome with lust and
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passion.
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Miguel broke off the kiss and Joe could see that Hector was
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kissing Bob, who was responding in kind.
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"Joe would you like to accompany Senor Gonzales to his room
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tonight?" Asked Dr. van Damme.
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Joe could do nothing else but answer sweetly. "Yes ma'am."
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Miguel explained to Joe, "I desired you as the delicate Yvonne
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and now I desire you even more as the beguiling Joe Watson. The
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only problem is that I want to keep you to myself. Forever. Tell
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me, how do you feel about that Joe?"
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Joe just stood there, hoping that Miguel would kiss him again.
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"Answer the man Joseph!" Demanded Dr. van Damme.
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Joe would do or say anything by now, he was so horny; all he
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cared about was getting it on with Miguel. "I would love that sir."
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Joe said softly.
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"He's all yours Miguel."
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Miguel took Joe's hand and led him out of the room to his
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suite. Joe followed like an eager puppy.
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CHAPTER
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After their initial introduction the couples were inseparable.
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Bob had just spent a weekend alone with Hector and Joe was off
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somewhere with Miguel. Hector returned from the other room. Looking
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at the naked blonde girl in his bed he thought that he must be the
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luckiest man in the world. After thanking God for his generosity,
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Hector tossed Bob a little box. "Here, this is for you my dear."
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"What's is it?"
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"It is your engagement ring."
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"MY WHAT!"
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"Oh don't look so surprised. You and your father couldn't stay
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here forever. Dr. van Damme had to do something with the two of
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you, and she decided that you and he would make the perfect wives
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for my brother and me, and we agreed whole-heartedly."
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Knowing better than to say anything, Bob kept his pretty mouth
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shut and opened the box to reveal a tiny diamond ring. "It's
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beautiful Hector, but it's so small. How will I get it on my
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finger?"
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"My sweet, it is not for your finger."
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Bob was awakened by Gloria and Monica. It was very early.
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"Come on boys, get up. Today's your big day. You first Joe."
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Bob watched, as his father was prepared for their upcoming
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nuptials, knowing that the same actions would shortly be carried
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out on him.
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Both Bob and Joe had been modified even further, since their
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betrothal, in accordance with the Gonzales' desires. Monica helped
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Joe off with his bra. Both of them wore bras all the time now, even
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when they slept. They had to, they had undergone further breast
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enlargement to the point of absurdity. They were now sometimes
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referred to in whispers as "the walking tits". From Joe's left
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nipple swung his diamond engagement ring. His right nipple had also
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been holed in anticipation of the plain gold band that would be set
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in it today; symbolizing his absolute submission to the will of
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Miguel Gonzales.
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Joe was helped to the lacing bar. Grabbing it, he was pulled
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up off of his feet, and a sort of corset cum bra was wrapped around
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him and laced up. Joe had a tiny waist as the result of liposuction
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and the removal of two ribs, but nevertheless he was laced
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unmercifully down to the last breathless inch. Bob would have been
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surprised if Joe's corsetted waist exceeded fourteen inches.
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The corset might, more properly, be described as a harness; it
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was white satin, very heavily boned, with lots of straps and
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buckles attached to it, and it took both Joe and the girls working
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together to get it on. From the back of the corset, straps were
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passed over each shoulder. Joe lifted his right breast and Monica
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held up the left one while Gloria crossed the straps over Joe's
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chest, between his breasts, and hooked them to rigid cups on the
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front of the corset.
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Next a white leather collar was laced around Joe's neck. This
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collar forced Joe to keep his head erect and look directly ahead.
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With it on he couldn't move his head at all. From the sides of the
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collar dropped two straps which were passed around the outside of,
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and under, Joe's breasts and attached to the other side of the
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rigid cups. These little cups weren't designed to cover Joe. Rather
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they acted like a shelf, holding up his colossal breasts, while the
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crossed straps separated them. As the straps were tightened, the
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burden of holding up his breasts fell on Joe's neck and shoulders.
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Joe had been told what to expect next, and tried to face this
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phase with as much composure as he could muster. He grabbed the
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lacing bar to balance himself while Monica spread his legs as wide
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as they would go. She then produced two rubber dildos. The Gonzales
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brothers had made latex casts of their erect cocks; these two were
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of Miguel's.
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One of the dildos was slowly eased into Joe's manmade vagina
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as he stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the indignities being
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wreaked upon him. Monica worked the dildo in and out and shortly,
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in response to the irritation, the lining of Joe's cunt reflexively
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secreted mucous. When the dildo was covered with the slippery
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emission, it was withdrawn, only to be forced into his anus. After
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it was fully inserted, the other one was slipped into his wet cunt.
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From the bottom front of the corset hung two straps and from
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the back, one. The strap from the back was pulled forward between
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Joe's legs and buckled to the two front straps. These were cinched
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tight, ensuring that the rubber cocks would be held firmly in
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place. A tiny padlock swung between Joe's legs locking everything
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together; his intended would hold the key, signifying his dominion
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over Joe and his body.
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Monica helped Joe to sit down on a satin covered bench, and
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pulled ultra-sheer white nylons up his long legs. Then they laced
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Joe into his shoes. Even with the alterations done to his feet, the
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poor man found wearing these impossible. They were made of white
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satin, with sky-high heels, and no soles. They didn't need them;
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they were like ballet slippers. Joe walked on his toes in these
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shoes and could take only the tiniest of steps.
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As Joe was helped to his feet, it dawned on Bob that neither
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of them would ever get dressed by himself again; they needed
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assistance just to get their custom made bras on and neither of
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them could see his feet with their mammoth mammaries held upand out
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blocking the view. Not only that, if one of them was to bend over
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to where he could see his feet, he might lose his balance and the
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weight of his breasts pull him over the rest of the way.
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Something like that had already happened to Bob. Dr. van Damme
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had made Joe and Bob available as models and actresses for several
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porn magazines and video productions. While posing for the magazine
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"Buxom Blondes in Bondage", Bob had been placed on his hands and
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knees. With gravity pulling his jumbo breasts down, Bob's nipples
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almost reached the floor. That wasn't the worst part of it, when
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the shoot was over Bob had to be helped up. He couldn't do it on
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his own.
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While Monica tightened the suspenders from Joe's corset to his
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stockings, Gloria laid out what looked like a circle of white
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fabric on the floor. Joe was helped to step into it and the it was
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pulled up and tied around his waist. Bob saw that it was a hoop
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skirt and that it formed a big cone from Joe's feet to his waist.
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Next a taffeta and net petticoat was pulled over Joe's head and
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settled over the hoop skirt.
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Clouds of silk and lace billowed about Joe as his wedding gown
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was placed over his head. His arms were guided into pointed sleeves
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of venice lace and Monica buttoned up the back. The puffed out
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skirts of Joe's gown flared out from his microscopic waist and the
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top layer of ivory satin was gathered up in a butterfly bow over
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his rear; revealing the underlying layers of taffeta and tulle. The
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front of the gown rose from the waist with a shirred bodice to the
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Queen Anne neckline, but this wasn't your normal Queen Anne
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neckline. The collar of Joe's gown covered and concealed his
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leather collar with strings of pearls hanging down, but instead of
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just a little open area between the collar and bodice, the gown
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just vanished under Joe's breasts and his magnificent mammaries
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were exhibited for all to marvel at.
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Gloria brought Joe his teeth and helped him get them into
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position in his mouth.
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Yes teeth!
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The Gonzales brothers were connoisseurs of fellatio and, as in
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all things, insisted on perfection. Accordingly all of Bob and
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Joe's teeth had been extracted and they had been fitted with false
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ones. Before giving head Joe and Bob would remove their false
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teeth, ensuring a perfect blow job with no irritating scratches.
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For this their special day though, the boys wore their "special
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teeth". These were a fiendish design, totally in keeping with the
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Gonzales devotion to bondage, an enthusiasm which Bob and Joe were
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going to share whether they liked it or not. These dentures were
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all one piece, top and bottom sealed together. With them in place
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all Bob or Joe could do was smile and look pretty. That wouldn't be
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as easy as it sounded, for affixed to the insides of the dentures
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were those rubber casts of the brothers pricks, which filled the
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mouth, and extended down the throat of the wearer.
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Joe's hair was brushed down his back and his headpiece put on;
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its veil falling from a crown of fabric blossoms, lace, and pearls.
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He was handed a bouquet of flowers, only to discover that it
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artfully concealed a white satin covered wire which was locked
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around his waist, and a pair of handcuffs, which were fastened on
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his wrists. With Joe's hands secured, the veil was arranged so that
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it draped over him, a chiffon cage which covered everything but
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concealed nothing. Joe was helped to the bed, seated, and then the
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maids came for Bob.
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Bob had expected to be dressed identically to Joe, but this
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was not to be. Instead, he looked like a mermaid in white satin;
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his skirt being of the sheath type rather than the bouffant type
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that Joe wore. Bob's shoes were white satin pumps with six inch
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heels, and he wore a big wide hat from which his veil fell. His
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skirt was extremely tight, all the way down to his ankles, which
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was why he'd been given the somewhat normal shoes to wear. Even so,
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he could only take steps of about three inches. Bob wore the same
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type of harness as his dad and his breasts were similarly exposed.
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Joe Watson was actually relieved as he tip-toed up the aisle
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escorted by Gloria who, dressed in a black tuxedo, helped him to
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keep his balance. Think about it. What can be more humiliating for
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a man, than to go to a wedding as a bride, handcuffed, absurdly
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huge tits hanging out, with cocks wedged in his pussy, ass, and
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throat, to be given away by his ex-wife? Nothing, that's what.
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"After this, it's all downhill." Thought Joe, wondering for a
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second if life as a cheap whore might not be preferable to this. He
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didn't think about it very long, for he knew that he was locked
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into his new life just as securely as those dildos were locked into
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his cunt and asshole.
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In front of the assembled guests, Gloria presented Joe to
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Miguel. Taking Miguel's hand, she placed it in the crook of Joe's
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elbow, signifying the transfer of her interest in Joe to Miguel.
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Joe could do nothing but stare straight ahead, standing arm in arm
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with his husband to be, while Gloria returned for Bob.
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Monica served as the maid of honor, and when Joe was asked:
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"Do you, Joseph Robert Watson, take this man, Miguel Gonzales, to
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be your bounden owner, master, and husband, undertaking to obey his
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every wish, serve his every need, and remain a faithful and
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submissive wife, slave, and lover to him, for as long as he may
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care to keep you." She answered, "He does."
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The ceremony was repeated for Bob and Hector and thus father
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and son became sisters-in-law. Once the vows had been sealed it
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became apparent why the wedding gowns were designed the way they
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were, as Joe and Bob received their wedding rings.
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To be continued...
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