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Morphic Adaptation Unit - The Stripper
A stripper gets a visit from an unusual
government agency. The agents are interested in
her past - and her very unusual anatomy!
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Morphic Adaptation Unit - The Stripper
The insistent beat of the music seemed to flow
through the girl, animating her every move. As
she danced, her body moved as if the music were
part of her, her body writhing erotically with
the reverberations of the booming bass seemed to
be touching her within, massaging her sensual
spots, causing her to respond to the deep beat in
near-orgasmic spasms. The men at the foot of the
stage stared up at her, their eyes wide with
appreciation of her assets and their crotches
swollen with desire, another sign of just how
she'd affected the men.
The girl traced her fingers over her nipples as
she breathed deeply, her chest heaving with gasps
of pleasure. The musky odor emanating from her
crotch attested to her own arousal, and it was
clearly perceptible to the men; their eagerness
to get close, to have her breasts in their faces,
to slide bills into her g-string, the wide-eyed
admiring stares they gave her - all of their
actions made it clear that the girl's role as
headliner at the club was well-deserved.
She finished her set, then gathered her clothing
and, blowing a kiss seductively toward the
audience, slipped off the stage to the back room.
She sat down at her vanity, one of a row of
makeup tables in the girls' back room. She took
a sip of a drink, and then she began to pull the
bills from her g-string, unfolding them and
stacking them carefully as she counted them. She
piled the bills, then placed them in her wallet
and reclosed her purse. She took a pen and made
a few notes on a pad of paper, numbers accounting
for her tips to make sure that the house got
their share. Finally, she swigged down her
drink. She stood, shaking, and began to pull on
her bra, followed by her skimpy top. The
clothing left her assets easily displayed,
cleavage peeking up through the low neckline of
her tank top, her boobs accentuated nicely above
her bare midriff. Her long wavy auburn hair
spilled down off her shoulders, parting and
flowing to mid-back and down over her bosoms.
She took a deep breath, and if one looked
closely, one would have noticed that her eyes
were misting, trying not to weep as she fought
some emotions. For several seconds, she stood,
fighting her inner demons, until she was able to
fully compose herself and go back out into the
club, to where she could do some personal table
dances and earn even more in tips.
**********
The girl stopped briefly in the door and waved
over her shoulder. "See you tomorrow night,
Burly," she called, using the bouncer's nickname.
There was a casual familiarity in her tone, as if
she'd known the man since childhood.
"You did good, Julia," the bouncer called. "It's
fun to see how you work the crowd." He grinned.
"And Rufe doesn't mind the money you bring in,
either!"
The girl tried and failed to suppress a shiver.
"Chilly night," she said hastily to the bouncer
as she pulled her arms close to her body.
He smiled. "See ya tomorrow," he said as he let
the door close.
The girl, still trembling inside, walked slowly
toward her car. The parking lot was well lit,
and while it was late, the club was in a good
neighborhood and she wasn't really afraid of
assault. She slid inside her Camaro and started
it. With a squeal of the tires, she peeled out
of the parking lot onto the street for her drive
home.
**********
Her townhouse was in a low-crime area, and
normally, her front door was well lit. Tonight,
however, the light was out. At first, this
hadn't struck the girl as strange; the bulb
burned out every few months, and she'd replace it
in the morning. But as she slid the key into the
lock, she sensed their presence. There were
people nearby, near her, hidden in the shadows.
She glanced around, fear on her pretty features,
her hand fumbling at the lock. Desperately, she
struggled to insert the key, and finally, she
felt it slide home. She turned it, then grabbed
for the knob.
One shadow detached itself from the wall. "Miss
Carmen Ruiz?" the man asked confidently.
The girl felt chills run up her spine. The man
had used her real name, not her stage name. She
glanced around, and saw that another man had
emerged from the shadows. She glanced back at
the first man. "I've got a gun," she said as she
thrust her hand into her purse, trying to sound
both confident and threatening.
She could see the man shaking his head. "No,
ma'am, you don't," he replied easily.
"What...what do you want?" she asked fearfully.
Not only had the man known her real name, but he
also knew that she was trying to bluff.
The man stepped beside Carmen and twisted the
doorknob, opening the door. Dim light spilled
out onto her tiny porch step. "We should discuss
this inside," the man said, gesturing.
Carmen Ruiz felt trapped and helpless. She
glanced nervously at the men, wondering if they
wanted to rob her or rape her or what. She
stepped into the house. She had one last
desperate gamble; when the door had opened, a
high-pitched beep started, a sign that her alarm
had been tripped. She had thirty seconds to
disarm it or it would sound, alerting the company
and summoning help.
"If you don't mind," the first man said as he
stepped inside, "those things give me a
headache."
Carmen smiled to herself. She knew what she had
to do. The alarm had two codes to silence the
beep. The first real code would disarm the
alarm. The second code was a fake, a trap for
intruders. When she punched in the second code,
it would silence the beep, but would also send a
signal to the alarm company that she was in
danger. She reached for the keypad.
The second man grasped her hand as she reached
for the first button. "Please remember to punch
in six-nine-four-four-two instead of the one-two-
three-four-five code," he said, sounding very
polite and gentle.
Carmen froze. He knew her secret codes. Her
mind began to conjure up frightening scenarios,
of secret conspiracies, of agents and spies, of
thugs and high-tech bandits. She felt her heart
race as she sank against the wall. Her hope had
been dashed, and she was completely helpless, in
the power of the two men.
The second man sighed heavily. "I hate it when
they freak like this," he said, shaking his head.
He quickly punched in the real disarm code, and
the beeping stopped. "Now, would you like to sit
down?" he asked.
Carmen eyed him carefully as she walked into her
living room. She eased herself onto her couch,
her eyes glued to the two men.
The first man sat down easily in a large stuffed
chair. He, like his partner, was dressed in a
dark suit. His hair was closely cropped, in a
military-style haircut. His eyes seemed -
distant, like there was something very complex
about the man. "D, you want to get us some
coffee?" he called to his partner.
The other man shrugged. "Why do I always have to
get the coffee, C?" he complained. Shaking his
head, he stepped into Carmen's kitchen.
Carmen was puzzled. These men - they were very
intimidating, and knew a lot about her. On the
other hand, they seemed almost comical. "You
guys...you're like the X-files or the Men In
Black!" she burst out.
The agent shook his head. "No, ma'am. That's
another division." He watched her reaction, and
then he added, completely deadpan, "That's a
joke."
"Oh," Carmen replied, still confused. "So are
you guys like, government agents or something?"
"Something like that," the man responded. "Let's
just say that we investigate a special kind of
change. Like your...condition."
Carmen's heart leaped again. "My...condition?"
She saw that the man was staring directly at her
chest.
The agent nodded. "Would you please show us the
change?"
Carmen stared at him, then her anger flared.
"Who do you think you are that you can barge into
my house, in the middle of the night, and demand
to see my...things?" Her face was reddening.
The agent held up his hands, palms open toward
her. "Please calm down, Miss Ruiz.
We...investigate these changes." He saw that she
was upset. "Okay, let's try this again." He
pulled a photo from his pocket and passed it
toward her. "Have you ever seen one of these
devices?"
Carmen's eyes widened as she spied the item in
the photo. Cold shivers ran down her spine.
Finally, with her hands shaking, she passed the
picture back to the agent. "Yes," she answered
simply.
The agent nodded. "And this device was
responsible for your...changes?"
She stared at him for a moment, then she dropped
her head into her hands. "Yes," she answered as
she started to sob.
**********
Now seated at her kitchen table, Carmen took a
sip of her coffee. "It was about three years
ago," she said with a shudder. The men were
seated at the table opposite her, and they were
taking notes into their Palm Pilots. "Bill and I
were camping in the Bighorn Mountains. They're
in Wyoming, near Sheridan."
D interrupted her. "Yes, ma'am. We know where
the Bighorns are."
"Oh. Well, we were camping, and then Bill found
the box. It was sitting in a shallow hole,"
Carmen continued.
"Like a crater?"
Carmen's eyes narrowed, then she nodded. "Yes.
Exactly like a crater. It was in the bottom.
When we started looking at it, it just...grew!
It was about three feet by three feet, and about
eight feet tall." She shuddered again at the
memories.
"Yes, ma'am," the other agent said. "Like the
metal was stretching, right?"
Carmen nodded. "It had some funny crystal things
on it. A black rectangular display and the odd-
shaped red plate. Kind of like a hand print or a
paw print. And a purple knob." The agents
nodded knowingly. "When I touched the red plate,
some kind of funny symbols showed up on the black
display. Kind of like a computer, but with the
symbols instead of letters." She glanced at
them, looking for a reaction, but their faces
were inscrutable. "Anyway, Bill started playing,
and we found out that it could change you.
Whatever you thought, it showed up on the
display. And when you touched the purple knob
and went inside, it changed you into what was on
the display." Again, she glanced at the men.
"I know it sounds crazy, but the first time Bill
tried it, it changed him into a girl."
The men glanced at each other and nodded. "No
ma'am," D said to Carmen. "It doesn't sound
crazy. Not to us."
Carmen felt her nerves loosen. Finally, she
could tell her story to someone who would believe
her. "Well, we started experimenting. You
know?"
D nodded. "You had sexual relations with Bill so
he could experience sex as a woman. Then Bill
returned to his body, and you changed into a
woman so you could try. Is that correct?"
Carmen's eyes widened. "You...know I was
a...guy?"
D nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Carmen dropped her eyes as she felt her cheeks
burn. "I guess we kind of got carried away.
When we figured out that the thing read your
mind, well, Bill designed his ideal babe, and
then I changed to that form for some sex. Then
it was my turn."
D glanced at his partner. "Same old story, right
C?"
C nodded. "Same story." He turned back to
Carmen. "And then you started getting a little
creative, right?"
Carmen blushed again. "Well, yeah," she
answered, staring down.
"And since you were the last one changed before
the unit quit working, you were stuck, right?" D
asked with certainty.
Carmen glanced at him, then she started crying.
"Yes," she sobbed. "I'm stuck like this. In
this body." She cried for several minutes,
during which the agents sat, patiently taking
notes. Finally, Carmen looked up.
"You've...you've seen this before, haven't you?"
she asked, knowing the answer.
D nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Our division is
responsible for tracking down cases such as
yours."
Carmen allowed herself to feel a ray of hope.
"So...can you help me?" she pleaded, her voice
betraying almost no hope. Still, she had to ask.
C shook his head. "No, ma'am," he answered. His
features were expressionless, but one could
detect a hint of sympathy in his voice.
"We...don't know how the technology works. We've
recovered two such boxes, and apart from short
experiments, we can't make them function."
Carmen dropped her head. "So I'm
stuck...forever," she said.
D nodded slowly. "Until we can figure out how to
make the devices work."
C nudged D. "One more thing. We need to
document the changes," he said.
Carmen gazed at him, then she slowly nodded.
"What the hell," she said, little emotion
remaining in her voice. "I show it to the
customers every night anyway." She rose, and
slowly slipped off her blouse. Her ample bosoms
filled the cups of her bra, and with practiced
ease, her hands reached behind her back and
unclasped the hook. Her bra straps slid down off
her shoulders as the cups slipped down off her
boobs. They hung firmly, with not a hint of sag,
the big brown nipples displayed proud and erect,
like they always were. She unhooked her skirt,
and with a practiced move, slid her skirt and
panties down over her hips, leaving her naked.
"Like this?" Carmen asked simply.
D glanced at C, then he nodded. He pulled out a
digital camera and took a few pictures.
C narrowed his eyes. "Looks like a type two
sexual fantasy," he said to D.
"Mild, really," D answered as he took another
picture.
Carmen's eyes widened. "This...is mild?" she
asked, incredulous.
D didn't even flinch. "Yes, ma'am." He put away
the camera. "I assume your body is fully
functional as a female," he deadpanned.
Carmen felt her cheeks reddening. "Like in, do I
have periods? Yes," she answered, slightly
embarrassed.
C and D gathered their things. "We appreciate
your time, ma'am," C said as they stepped toward
the door. "Of course, we were never here."
Carmen felt a stab of excitement, a thrill at
being part of a conspiracy. "So is this where
you flash something to make me forget you were
here?"
C glanced at D, then shook his head slowly. "I
_really_ hate that movie," he commented dryly.
He pulled out the camera, aimed it at Carmen, and
popped the flash in her eyes.
Carmen felt momentarily dazed, then she looked at
the two. "Isn't it supposed to make me forget
you?" she asked, confused.
D shook his head. "No, ma'am. That's just the
movie. We just do this because it seems to make
some people happy."
As Carmen was about to pull the door shut, C
stopped her. "One more thing," he said. "Was
Bill thinking about the movie 'Total Recall' by
chance?"
Carmen frowned, then she laughed. "As a matter
of fact, he was."
C nodded. "I thought so."
Carmen closed the door and glanced down. She was
still nude, and as she stepped to the kitchen,
her boobs jiggled with every step. All three of
them. Three large, firm breasts capped with the
ultra-sensitive nipples that had been part of
Bill's last fantasy, crafted in the image of the
three-breasted whore from the mutant bar in
'Total Recall'. She gathered up her clothes and
walked into her bedroom, pausing only to deposit
her clothes in the laundry basket. She crawled
into bed, and despite her vows not to, within
minutes she was starting to play with herself.
At least, Carmen thought as she sank into self-
induced pleasure, Bill's fantasy woman had the
consolation of having the most fantastic orgasms.
FIN
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