This choice: "Soon, I'll be young and studly again." you tell her. • Go Back...Chapter #5"Soon, I'll be young and studly again." by: Mr. George Your lawyer Hoshi Tanaka, nods and smiles. While you try and keep from wincing as the needle slides home. Your muscles weaken and start to feel distant and disconnected. They lead you stumbling to the transfer couch.
As they ease you down, you collapse more than sit down. One technician helps your legs up, as another turns you, and eases you back to lie down. Once they have you down, their attention is concentrated on applying the electrodes to scan and transfer your consciousness.
Hoshi leans over you. Your eyes darting to her well disguised and unimpressive cleavage.
"Oh, a one track mind..." Hoshi observes with a shake of her head. "You always were a sleaze, but you paid the bills."
You try to shrug, but your shoulders refuse to respond. Your face feels fuzzy, and you don't trust yourself to speak. It reminds you of being in the dentist's chair, as the anaesthetic takes effect.
"Well, you were half-right." She corrects you.
"You'll soon be young, but most definitely not studly."
"Mw..wha... waa..." your jaw refuses to respond. Hoshi caresses your chin, and with the slightest pressure closes your mouth.
"Soon, you'll wake in your new body, young, fit and healthy." She smirked, "But you didn't set a sex for the new body. So the judge and I, decided on your new look. One that won't show any trace of your former self."
She cupped her hands meaningfully, "Oh, and you will be much, much more impressive, with a rack and a rump you can't really appreciate until you experience it..."
"Bt...Bi... Bch..." Your words slur into incoherence, as the lab goes dark. The gloating smile of your lawyer is your last image as you sink into the dark.
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Your descent into the void, feels brief as the lab surges back into focus and light, as you wake.
Erupting from the couch, you try to flee the intricate lingerie that covers and barely contains your new body. "No!" you shriek in protest, the high, shrill word just another nail in the coffin of your hopes. You feel the sloshing of your heavy bust, and the unbalancing shifting of a far too ripe rump.
They certainly delivered on your new body.
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As you explore your new body, trying desperately to push your flesh back into a more familiar arrangement, your bust refuses to be flattened, and your ass remains as full, firm, and feminine as you take it in the plight. Mortifyingly, you feel those too wide, too sensitive nipples harden at their rough treatment. The answering sensations from the pit of your stomach, make you snatch your hands back.
Catching the reflection of the gorgeous woman in the mirrored surface of one cabinet. You admire her, she looks incredible. Just the sort you'd target and traffic. Then you reprocess it, as the you are that woman. Those wide terrified eyes are yours! Those succulent glistening lips are yours! Made for cock-sucking, your mind supplies too readily. That rack! That rump!
"Pwease no! Tell me it's a joke." you beg, hating the lisp and the desperation of your new voice. You'd heard it before, and gloated at their impotent fate. Now, you were stuck!
You have your education, wealth and an easy life. But, it was far, far from how you imagined it would turn out. Your hopes and plans utterly destroyed, as you took in your humiliating body. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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