I woke up again, and felt a little better, but I was still really hurting. The pitcher of water had been refilled. I had a couple more glasses, and a few more aspirins. They hadn't seemed to help too much last time, but maybe if I took more it would help. I popped six of the white pills.

There were no windows in the room, so I could not tell what time it was. Besides the bed and the table, there was a chair, and a sink. There was a metal locker in the corner, but it had a padlock on it. I went to the sink, washed my face off, and my hands. I really had to go to the bathroom, so I went to the door and turned the knob. It turned, but the door was stuck. I banged on it, but there was no answer. I was locked in!

So I used the sink to relieve myself. That felt better! I had to run the water for a while to get the smell out. I was sorry to have to do it, but when you've got to go...

I sat down, and looked around some more. The walls were painted a dull yellow, or had been white at one time, and hadn't been repainted in years. There were some magazines by the chair, and I was bored, so I picked them up. They were all chick magazines on fashion and stuff, so I didn't bother with them.

I just sat there for what must have been hours and hours. I was getting hungry now. From time to time I'd pound on the door, but there was no answer. I yelled. Nothing. I was so bored, and so stir crazy! I paced around the room, but my legs were really sore. I ended up taking some more aspirins, but I couldn't understand why they weren't helping my pain go away.

Hours passed, and I was so bored that I finally gave in, and started to read the women's magazines. After who knows how long, I decided to just take a nap. I closed my eyes, and in a matter of time, I was dreaming. Of *her* of course. I didn't even remember her name! But I could still see her, even with my eyes shut.

* * *

I woke up, and the pitcher of water was full again. So someone had been in here! Also, the aspirins were gone, but there was a bottle labeled "Ibuprofen". A much more powerful pain killer. They must have known I was really hurting. I took a handful of them, and gulped them down with the water. I had to go into the sink again too, and by now, I was really getting hungry.

I banged on the door, but there was no answer. I read another magazine. I paced. I napped. I did it over and over for who knows how long? The light was always on, and I had no idea if I had been there for one day, or three. I was starting to go crazy! I just wanted to speak to someone!

I took one of my naps, which I estimated were getting shorter and shorter. Instead of one long period of sleep, I was not having a bunch of short 'cat naps'. Without daylight to tell the time, I guessed the my body clock must be all out of whack.

But this time, when I woke up, something was different. I couldn't move my arms. Or my legs! I looked down, and saw that I had been tied up, with a strong nylon rope. The kind that won't stretch, or break unless you can cut it with a knife. Which I didn't have. Why did they tie me up?

I was wondering what the hell was going on, when I heard a sound at the door. Like a dead bolt being opened, then another. The knob turned, and the door swung open. I was suddenly aroused. I was going to see *her*! But instead, in walked a man. He was big, with huge arms, and he was bald. He had tattoos all over, and he looked very mean. He wore leather pants, and a black leather vest.

"So you're the man who was drooling all over my daughter" he said, in disgust.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't know she was your daughter. And I didn't do anything!"

"Other than make a drunken fool of yourself, stare at her breasts, and make her feel ashamed!"

"I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything!"

"Shut up!" he bellowed. I wasn't in any position to argue! And even if I wasn't tied up, and weak from not having eaten in who knows how long, I would have been really scared of this guy anyway. He looked like he could pound me to a pulp. And he looked like the type who would enjoy it.

He stared at me for a while, then finally spoke.

"You must be hungry, eh?"

"Yes sir. How long have I been here?"

"I'll ask the questions here, do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry. Yes I am hungry."

"Today is your lucky day. You like my daughter's breasts so much, and you're hungry. I have the ideal solution for you.

He stuck his head out into the hallway. I could see that by his side he had a gun, and in his book the outline of knife. I had better be careful!

"Elisa, come here!" he called in a much gentler tone.

"Yes papa" came the voice of my angel, the girl I had fallen for, the *one* from the bar. I strained to look, and there she was, in all her glory! She wore another halter top shirt, and one glance of her generous breasts made me get hard. I hoped that her father didn't notice. I didn't think he'd like it.

"So you like Elisa's breasts. Good. You are going to feed from them now, like a baby."

"Oh papa, do I have to do this?" she said.

"We've already talked about this my little angel. You know you must do this."

She got a sad look on her face, and reached back behind her to undo her top. The strap loosened, and her breasts only sagged a little once they were no longer supported by the halter. She pulled it back, exposing her breasts completely. She moved closer and closer to me.

"No! I can't!" I said.

"You are hungry. Now feed!" he said.

"But..." I started, but the scowl on his face scared me. And suddenly, I had a mouth full of Elisa's nipple.

"Suck me" she said. I couldn't resist! I began to suck her, harder and harder. I bit down gently. Suddenly, there was a warm splash in my mouth, as the milk began to flow.

"There. Drink up. Drink you fill" she said.

I was helpless as I nursed from her bosom. It felt good to get something into my stomach, even if it was warm breast milk. I don't know how to explain the mixture of helplessness I felt from being tied up, along with the pleasure of putting my mouth around her perfect breasts, to having them stuck in my face so that they were all I could see, to the strange sensation of feeding like a baby, all at once. It was overwhelming.

After some time, she pulled back, and refastened her straps.

"That's a good baby" she said. "I'll be back soon for your next feeding".

Her father glared at me. He pulled out his knife. I thought I was dead. But he cut the ropes, and suddenly, I was free!

"You will find that you cannot leave now" he said, with a strange smirk on his face.

I looked up to him, but didn't know what to say.

"You will call me 'papa' now too. That is what all of my girls call me" he said as he turned to leave. Papa? I didn't like the thought of me calling him that! And what did he mean that 'all of his girls' called him that? I was really confused. And to top it off, what did he mean that I couldn't leave now?

"There is a bathroom across the hall" he said.

"Oh thank you papa!" I said, which surprised me. I didn't want to call him that, but it was as if I had suddenly accepted it. But I paid no mind, because I *really* had to go to the bathroom. I got up, went across the hall, locked the door and sat down.

When I was done, the first thing that crossed my mind was to get the hell out of there! I looked in the hall, and nobody was around. I could just go to the end of the hall, turn, and there would be the exit. I could get away, and they'd never catch me!

But suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a strange feeling. I was scared. I was lonely. I needed Elisa, and needed to suckle her breasts. And I felt a strange thing about Papa; I felt like I couldn't just leave, without his approval. I didn't want to make him mad at me. I *needed* for him to like me, and love me. No, I had to go back to my room. I hurried across the hall as fast as I could, laid down on the bed, and cried because I didn't understand why I was so screwed up inside.

* * *

I woke up on the bed. I felt very weak. I had masturbated in the bathroom, thinking of Elisa, and sucking on her big breasts. She said that she'd be back soon for my next feeding. I couldn't wait! I needed her so much! I was hungry again, and I wanted to drink her wonderful milk again.

I read the magazines and napped. When the door opened, and it was Elisa again. I laid down, and opened my mouth, sort of automatically. She took her top off, and offered my her other breast.

"Drink up my baby, drink up."

I eagerly did, and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.

"You're my little baby, aren't you? My little one. My little girl."

Girl? Did she say girl? I wanted to ask her why she said that, but I couldn't stop myself. I had to keep suckling her, keep drinking her milk.

"You'll grow up to be a pretty lady, just like your mommy. Yes, you're my little girl now, aren't you?"

When I was done, she went over to the metal locker in the corner, and removed the padlock. She opened the doors to show me what was inside.

"Your clothes are getting smelly. You need to start wearing something different. These are your clothes now. Every day, I'll come and take your dirty wash. You need to start showering. There is one down the hall to the left."

"Yes mama" I said. Why did I call her that? What was going on?

I walked up the locker, and gasped when I saw what was inside. Women's clothes!

Skirts, dresses, blouses, panties, bras, even a halter top like Elisa like to wear!

"These are girls clothes!" I said.

"Yes, for a little girl like you."

"But..." I started, but she cut me off.

"I know you don't understand yet. Let me explain. All the pills you have been taking were actually drugs. They have altered your brain chemistry, and they will soon effect your body. While you sleep, Papa has been telling you things, which you will find that you must obey. You cannot do something he doesn't want. I can't either. Both you and I belong to him now."

"No..." I said in a hoarse whisper.

"And another thing. I was once a man like you. I was brought here, and drank the milk from another woman in Papa's care. It changed me. It transformed me. It made me become the woman you see before you. She told me that when a man drank my milk, it would do the same thing to him. You are becoming like me. You are going to be a woman soon. You are going to have breasts like mine. Some day, a man will drink your milk too, and you will turn *him* into a woman."

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