This choice: A famous local singer (female) • Go Back...Chapter #3A famous local singer (female). by: Mr. George   You hide your surprise as you recognise the woman as she came through the door. A celebrity, with a few appearances on local TV. Her appeal, in your slightly jaded opinion was that she was more popular for her body, than her vocal range. The way she'd loom over the microphone, and roll her shoulders.
"Val Deacon." she held her hand out for you as she entered. Oddly lifting it, as you reached out, so you had to kiss it rather than shake.
Guiding her to the free seat on the opposite side of your desk. You describe her participation, as easily, as simply as possible, telling her that she'll just relax as if she's being hypnotised.
But, not wishing to sound too vague, you then tell her broadly what you intend. That your mind will take control of her body, and after an hour, your nanites will expire, and she'll recover as if from a deep sleep.
There's a hint of wrinkle at her forehead, and you reassure her that, you can hit the reset button on the computer beside you, ending the experiment safely and instantly (almost instantly).
Weighing up her needs, she takes a deep breath, and agrees.
You have to lift your gaze from her cleavage, as she gives a polite cough for your attention. You're not sure yourself anything will happen, if the nanites will sync, or the experiment will fail entirely. But even a failure can teach a lesson.
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With a final confirming nod of her head, you scratch the needle across the back of her hand. A tiny bead of blood surface, and a ping, from the computer beside you shows the process has started.
After ten seconds, 1% appears on the main screen. The screen displays an image, an outline of Val's body with a shimmering scarlet trail of nanite spreading through her body. The density is highest in her arm, leading to her brain. Though as you watch, her whole body suffuses with a soft shade of pink. Her brain darkening, as the veins are loaded with nanites, until her whole brain is a solid mass of deep red.
Turning back to the screen, you see the figures climb from 95 .. 97 .. 99 .. 100%.
Her eyes dart wildly, as her perfect teeth pinch that plump lower lip.
"It's like falling asleep." you assure her, gesturing for her to sit back in the chair and relax.
Reaching for the button to initiate the change, she squeezes her eyes shut, for a moment before snapping them wide again.
The button clicks, and you study her for changes. Pain spikes across your own temple, and you feel uncomfortable. Disoriented, you see yourself from Val's point of view, feel her lungs breathing, her chest... your chest heaving. The teasing tickle of your underwear. Back across the desk, you see your body slump. As it keels forward, you manage to catch your head, and softly lower your head to rest on the desk.
The small details are unexpected, as you spot your spreading bald spot. The slight spread of too much sitting at a desk, and not enough time exercising... hell, not enough activity at all. Shifting in your chair, you feel how much bigger, your ass is.
A niggling voice, buried deep inside echoes those same thoughts. You feel Val's insecurities as she lurks deep in the recesses of her brain. As you listen, you feel her get louder, feel her get stronger. Your finger twitches against the desk, and you realise she did that.
You try to copy the gesture, to twitch a different finger. But she's fighting, and as you glower at your hand, it remains steady. Horror fills you, as you feel a smile spread across your face. A smile Val put there.
"So Doctor was this what you expected?" No words are spoken, but you can't avoid answering, inside her head, she's queen. You can't hide, you can't lie.
Her anger builds, as she finds out how little you knew, how much you guessed, and speculated. A feminine whimper slips from your lips, as she interrogates your memories. Your judgement about her singing, her body, her intelligence (or lack), she snarls, as you try to rephrase and defend your thoughts.
"Bimbo." she snarls inside her mind, "I'll show you a bimbo. I'll make you a bimbo."
Idly she settles herself, so you can watch your pale reflection in the glass. The nanite warm your whole body, your temperature spiking, as she drives them, feeding your simple lusts, and her insecurities.
"I'll make your job, easier."
You watch horrified, as her chest, as your chest expands. Each breath sinking back a little less, each inhale pushing the girls further forward. The weight growing relentlessly, as you feel your panic rising.
You fight, and fight, desperately squirming for control, to stab the abort button to end this nightmare. But your body stubborn refused to react, just the steady rhythmic breathing, as your body conforms to even more of a bimbo shape.
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She spares you a triumphant smile, as she lazily reaches for the button to end the experiment. With a final lusty wink, she stabs the button.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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