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Technocratic: Episode 3 - Mystery Revealed By Robyn Identity is a difficult concept to grasp. What makes a person a person. What makes you the person you are? How can the identity of the person be changed? By surgery? By magic? Or can it? Tom Turner had heard that one's identity changed eventually to fit their environment. At least that was what all the transgender experts told him when he explained how he had once been a man. Unfortunately, Tom's identity had never changed. Tom had always been "Tom." True he had undergone massive physical changes. True to others he looked more like a Tori than a Tom, but unlike other transsexuals, Tom could never quite leave his old life...or his old identity. Though technically thanks to his adventures he was a fully- functional woman in all senses of the word, he could not finally release his male identity and become "Tori." Perhaps it was what that female name reminded him of. Sitting in the lift to the precinct, Tom remembered when he used the name "Tori" last. It was in the brothels, where he was forced to screw and transform men. He had become Tori, a sex-starved slut, whenever his sequence had come through. Thankfully, the hospital had rid him of his sequence. They had given him a medication that calmed his nerves and eased his sexual tension. Thanks to the medicine, he had been without a man for three weeks now. The door to the lift slid open and Tom stepped out. Detective Torin had asked him to meet him here following his release. It had taken several weeks for the doctors to discover and prescribe the medication that kept him sane. During which time he had been strapped to the table to prevent him from raping any of the male staff that attended him. Tom's heels clicked down the corridor as he made his way to Detective Torin's room. He still had not gotten use to the feel of women's clothing. Even after the many months he had lived in this transformed body, he could still feel the bra holding his breasts erect, the panties cradling his bottom, and the heels holding up his feet. He had often debated wearing men's clothing, but decided, with this meeting, Detective Torin needed to see the price Tom had paid for serving. He rounded the corner and entered the room. A tall man sat Busily working at a screen. He knocked on the door. "May I come in," he said in his sing-songy voice. Detective Torin nodded, motioning toward a chair. His eyes moved back to the screen with barely a glance at Tom. "You wanted to see me," Tom repeated. Detective Torin switched off the screen in front of him and stared at him. "We have a job for you," he said solemnly. "A job?" Tom repeated, crossing his legs at the knee. "We have located the criminal responsible for your transformation and the transformation of hundreds of other men in the city. He is located in the Quall building downtown. He operates under an assumed name and under a false company, though we are confident he is who we are looking for. We have traced everything we found at the last bust to this precise location." "So, you are looking for me to infiltrate his building...and what?" Detective Torin came around the table and sat on the edge. "We found in our last bust a number of technocratic items that will prove to be useful here. We are wanting you to go into the Quall Building and neutralize our opponent." "Neutralize? Do you want me to kill him..." Detective Torin squirmed. "Not exactly. We want you to use your...talents, shall we say, to give him a piece of his own medicine." Tom sat, stunned. "You want me to fuck this asshole?" he shouted. Detective Torin rose. "Follow me..." The two of them walked down a hallway and through some doors. Tom was fuming. How dare they use him as some petty weapon. After all he had been through. To think they would make him fuck some stranger. There had to be another way! The last door opened revealing a number of technocrat devices. Tom had never seen anything like what was before him. Bizarre gadgets and strange contraptions. All instruments of his nemesis. One item stood out. A mask with a strange panel on the side. Tom lifted it to Detective Torin. "What is this?" "These are the devices we recovered from our last bust. All contraptions our enemy is using against us." "So, what do you want of me?" Tom repeated, wondering if he wanted to know the answer. "We have discovered a number of these devices will be useful in apprehending our criminal. You are to undergo their treatment and, with their help, complete your mission." Tom stared incredulously at Detective Torin. "You want me to Subject myself to even more bizarre experiments? You're fuckin' out of your mind!" Tom turned to leave, the sound of his heels echoing his anger. "You will be compensated for your work here." Torin called back to him. "Nicely compensated too..." Tom stopped at the door, his mind going back. If he were to do this, it would be his last mission. No more experiments. No more adventures. He would live as a normal, everyday human being. Tom turned back, a look of determination on his face. "Fine, if I am to do this, I have a few things I want..." * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom cringed as the mask was placed over his face and the buckles seals. He couldn't believe he had agreed to undergo the tortures of the technocrats. He had thought his work was through. He had thought he would never again have to go through this horror. He had obviously thought wrong. In the course of his negotiations, though, Tom had garnered a nice deal. He had agreed to apprehend this criminal for a hefty sum of 50 million dollars. He had gotten them to agree to a complete body workup, allowing him to transform himself back into a man if he wished. He had also asked them to find Rob or whoever he was now. Feelings for him still welled up inside Tom. And finally, he had them agree never to call him back again. For anything...period. The mask made a whirling sound as the sequence of events began. He had no idea what this mask would do to him or how it would change him. As a completely functional woman, he wondered how it could change him anymore than he was. His vision cleared as the VR in the mask took over. He was sitting on a bed. A comfortable bed with a plush comforter and a wooden headboard. Beside him sat a man, his arms muscular and his chest bare. That was not all that was bare. Tom's eyes moved down his chest to his crotch. The man was completely naked, his eyes gleaming a wanton desire that Tom knew all too well. Tom moved over to him, wondering how this would be different than other experiences he had had. The man spoke, a low bass voice. "Suck it for me baby..." Tom froze. He had never been trained in this. It was one thing to use his vagina. But to put that disgusting thing in his mouth appalled him. He had done it as Tori...but as Tom? Once...only once...had he done it as Tom. And then only for someone that he loved. Tom turned away, convinced that this was going too far. But the program pulled him down to the man's crotch. The salty smell of semen rose into his nostrils as his face was pressed down on the hard cock below him. Tom closed his mouth, resisting the inevitable. Slowly the cock pushed forward into his mouth. Tom tried hard to resist, but a strange feeling was rising in his loins. This was actually turning him on. A familiar heat and moisture began to flow down his legs. Tom moaned, his lips closing over the hard cock within his mouth. Slowly his began to suck it, moving with the rhythm he was feeling inside. His orgasm grew as he moved his mouth up and down the rod. The moisture and heat within him grew. Tom moved his mouth faster, up and down on the rod as the pressure within him grew. Up and down...in and out...it was all Tom could do to stop himself from moaning. Finally he could feel the cock in his mouth start to tense. At the same time his orgasm grew to its peak. He slammed the cock down his throat, taking in the hot, salty semen even as his own orgasm hit him as a ton of bricks. Tom cried out, sucking the cock for all it was worth. Slowly his own orgasm subsided as the penis grew flaccid once more. Tom moved away from the man as the room faded away and was gone. Two hands lifted the mask off of Tom's head. His thighs were wet with the orgasm he had just had. His skin felt slick with sweat. Detective Torin stood there before him. "Interesting effect these machines have." Tom sighed, his breath still coming in gasps. "You have no idea..." he said. "You know I have already done that..." Detective Torin nodded. "Of course. But this machine has made you the best. No one can out do your blowjobs now." Tom wiped his mouth and wondered how the Detective knew all this. Two technicians circled Tom's chair now. "The next thing we need to do," Detective Torin said, "is prepare you for delivering the package. This tooth will deliver an adequate dose of medicine to the boss. Don't use it until you are certain you have achieved your target." Tom's mouth was pulled open and a tooth removed. Tom cried out in pain, grabbing his mouth. "You didn't say you were going to injure me...Ouch! What am I some kind of assassin?" Detective Torin turned to look. "Something like that. It's all a part of the job. All a part of the job." Carefully, a second tooth was put in its place, pressed down to the same level as the others. When Tom looked in a mirror, he could not tell the difference. "So, let me get this straight," he said, standing up. "I am suppose to deliver this package intimately to our esteemed criminal thus neutralizing him? Then what exactly is going to happen?" Detective Torin smiled. "Let's just say the culprit will get a dose of his own medicine." "And how many...doses...are there?" Tom asked wearily, hoping he would not have to perform more than absolutely necessary. "Do what you feel is necessary to get the job done." Tom hated hearing that. He knew how many doses there were...one. Just one dose for the target, though that did not mean he would not have to perform for others. He did not want to imagine the hours it may take to actually penetrate this criminal's hideout. Let alone the work it may take to neutralize him! "When do I start?" "Right now. We will have the driver take you to their headquarters. But be careful. You do not know what kind of people these are..." * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom exited the transport sporting a short mini-skirt and a pair of pumps. He wanted to appear and act as naturally feminine as he could. After all, his very life might be at stake. Clutched in his hand was the altered identity the police had provided him. Sandra Smith, a transformee from one of the first batches. She had been found dead, suicide, in a local motel. Detective Torin had kept it a secret and saved the identity. The boss would know who she was, though not know what she looked like. It was the perfect disguise, or so they thought. Tom walked through the large glass doors to the front desk. No one would ever suspect this place as a hideout for Technocrats. Its high windows and fancy floors looked pristine. The guard, a gruff man, moved forward, his eyes falling on Tom's breasts. "May I help you?" "I'm here for an interview I believe," Tom said as sexily as he possibly could. "One moment please," the guard responded, still gazing at Tom's chest. Pressing a button, he addressed the console. "There is someone here for an interview." The crystal clear voice responded. "Who is it?" The guard turned, his face still a mask of lust. "What is your name, miss?" "Sandra," Tom said in a sweet southern accent. "Sandra Smith. I was a part of one of the first groups." The voice responded in turn. "Bring her in." The guard moved from behind the desk, his arm circling Tom's waist. With one hand, he cupped Tom's ass, pushing his fingers through the crack. Tom whined with a fright and pleasure. "This way miss," he said, pushing him forward to a door. Tom looked back to see the guard wink at him slyly as the door opened to a large white room. A man was sitting there at the table, his arms folded. A thick black mustache crossed his face and turned upward into a curl on either side. Tom was reminded at once of a pirate in one of the old movies he had watched. "Sit down miss. You are..." "Sandra..." Tom repeated again, taking a seat and folding his legs just right to give the man a glimpse up his skirt. The man seemed pleased as he leaned back in his chair. "Sandra...right... and you are here because?" "Well, frankly I don't know sir," Tom said in that sweet southern accent he had mastered. "I just found myself wandering over here." "Right," the man responded, now looking Sandra over up and down. "Well, actually, miss we do have one opening here for you." "You do?" Tom responded as he thought a young southern girl would. "Yes we do. It's in the...service...department of our staff. You see, we have many clients come here from all over the globe for our products and we need to make sure they go home happy." "Of course you do, sir," Tom said again sweetly. "Have you had any experience in...service?" Tom smiled and blushed. He had been waiting for a question like this. Though inwardly he had been dreading it, he wondered how long it would take before he was asked to perform. "Actually, sir, they say I'm the best service girl in the South now." Tom said with a giggle. "Oh really," the man responded happily, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah." Tom said, dreading the words that would follow it. "I'd like to show you just how good I can be." Dropping to the floor, Tom crawled under the table and reached for his fly. The man gasped as he realized what was to come next. Slowly he unzipped his pants, reached inside, and grabbed his cock. The man was already aroused, the hard rod already soaking his pants. Tom pulled the cock through the zipped and began to push the pants down around the cock, so that only his hard cock stuck out of his trousers. Then, with one hand around the base, Tom began to expertly work at the penis. Slowly he took it into his mouth...only to pull back again. He massaged its ridges and valleys with his tongue, moving across every inch of it. The man gasped, his cock rising even higher in his pants. Tom moved it into his mouth and began to slowly touch it to his lips. Then, letting it push his lips aside. The thing was massive and huge when fully erect. Tom could only wonder if he had ever achieved this size. The monster now was bright purple and red, its pleasure increasing more and more. Tom took it even slower now, moving his fingers over the ridges. Finally, at just the right time, he slammed the monster into his mouth and sucked hard. A massive explosion overcame the man as the biggest orgasm of his life overtook him. Tom sucked hard, pulling the thick sperm down his throat. The man gasped and gasped, his hands pounding the table as his orgasm continued to new levels. Finally, when all the sperm was expelled, Tom released the cock with a pop. The man collapsed in his chair, panting. His face was hot with sweat. Tom sighed as well, having also experienced a minor orgasm himself. It was not the best blowjob he could have given, judging by his own orgasm, but it was enough. The man reached for the phone with a pant. "Tell the boss we have another for him. She'll be ready tomorrow for his guests." The man sat back in the chair. "Congratulations, Sandra. You are the best blow in the South. Welcome aboard! * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom tossed on the bed, waiting the inevitable. Any minute they would be escorting him into one of the company rooms to perform his job. The company, as usual, had provided all their employees with room and board at their office, all expenses paid. Tom had expected no different. They had provided everything before when he had been imprisoned as a male transforming prostitute. Now that he was employed he was afforded the same treatment...and better! The room that he had stayed in last night was a suite. Placed on one of the upper floors, the comforts were amazing. A full four rooms provided more than enough space. Servants called and waited on him. Life was lavishly grand up here. Had Tom accepted his new identity, this might be an ideal place for him. Lavish atmosphere. All the comforts you could ever need. With just the small stipulation of servicing every once in awhile. This would be a great place to settle down. But, since his transformation and the loss of his one true love, he had been considering other options. The more he thought about it, the more he favored changing back into a man again. He had been granted free access to the Bodi Shoppe, all expenses paid, no strings attached, and he was tempted to use that to finally regain his male identity and again become the person he was on the inside. Not to say that he had not learned a lot. With all his transformations and the horrors he had experienced, Tom had become quite versed in the sexual industry connected with the Techno Center. He could easily write volumes on what he had learned. There was no end to the education he had received, both practical and theoretical. But the transformation had not changed him into a different person. Deep down inside, Tom was still a man and despite the wonders of womanhood, he ached even now to regain that identity. The room echoed a ring, bringing him back to reality. Tom looked at himself in the mirror, reminding himself of who others saw him as. Calmly he opened the door. A young man stood there, his hands to his side. He seemed to be a butler, though not one with a whole lot of experience. "Miss, I...uh..." he said, stuttering. Tom giggled. He couldn't get over how people changed when they saw him like this. "Miss...you are wanted in the conference room." Tom put on the best smile imaginable. "Thank you kind sir," he said in his sweet Southern drawl. "Now, if you would be so kind, would you escort me to the room." The young man nodded fiercely as Tom shut the door and walked behind. He could catch the glances coming from his escort. Glances that indicated the attraction he was obviously feeling. The young man moved to the large door down the hall. "The...boss...is in here." Tom giggled. "Thank you kind sir," he said. "Maybe afterward...you'd like to meet me in my room?" The young man nodded again, that cute boyish nod, and ran down the hall. Tom could almost see a bulge in his pants as he rounded the corner. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. A large table stood in the center of the room. Around the table sat a number of men, their faces forward in conversation to the end of the table. Around the table to his left and his right stood a number of women, all waiting. Fellow employees he could see. At the end of the table sat the boss, his face now hidden behind others. "...and I tell you," one man said at the end. "That the product will produce more than its profit, if it is only sent out." "We could send a dozen to the local brothels in Mexico. They would soon be producing their fill." "Gentlemen...gentlemen..." the man at the end said, his voice loud and deep. "I think these conversations can be saved for a later time." The voice at the end caught his attention. Something about it sounded so familiar. As if he knew the man... The men all sat back in their chairs, turning this way and that to look at the women assembled. "We have of course provided our finest services for your enjoyment today. Women...if you don't mind." Tom followed the other women as each took their places between the legs of one of the men at the table. Tom followed suit, kneeling down at the feet of a man closer to the front. A young blonde had already taken the boss and was already beginning her work. Tom looked up into the man's face. He was an older man, in his early sixties at least. His eyes looked hopeful and expectant. Leaning in, Tom said in the best voice he knew how. "Make you a deal," he said, unzipping the man's fly. The man looked around and then down. "If you think this blowjob is the best you've ever had, meet me outside the room and answer me one question." The man looked around some more, even as Tom pulled his penis from his pants. "And if I don't?" He said quietly. Tom giggled. "Well, then I guess I'll just have to give you the rest of the package too, huh?" The old man rose to this thought and Tom began. All around the table the sounds of moaning rose into the air. Tom took it slow again, following the same pattern as before. The old man seemed pleased right from the start. The sounds rose in the air, even as Tom was just finishing the first beginning stages. Women rose around him, wiping their mouths clean and exiting out the doors. Tom continued kneeling at the old man's cock, growing it larger and redder as the night wore on. A low groan indicated the boss was finished even as Tom began the final stages of this blowjob. Finally, when all the other girls had left, Tom began the final round on the cock in his mouth. The old man moaned loudly, his hands gripping the chair. Tom hoped he would not have a heart attack even as ribbons of sperm sank down into his throat. Satisfied, he wiped his mouth and placed the man's cock back into his pants. "You...are the best..." the man groaned. Tom smiled. "You know what to do..." he said as he left the room and entered the hall. Closing the door behind him, Tom could hear the sounds of the men questioning about him. Tom waited around the door, listening in occasionally. At last the meeting was adjourned. Casually, he walked around the hall so as to not attract attention. The old man he had serviced came out, his face still dripping in sweat. "So...your promise?" "What do you wish to know," he said, his eyes still bugging from the exertion he had just undergone. "Your boss...what's his name?" "Maximillian...why?" Tom paused, trying not to show his surprise. Could it be? Could that man really be Officer Max? "Oh nothing," Tom replied in a sweet Southern twang. The old man sighed again. "My dear, that was truly an Amazing experience. Would you mind if I took you out for a drink." Tom bit his lip. How could he escape this? How would he be able to politely and firmly deny this executive. Suddenly the young man who escorted him rounded the corner. "Excuse me," he said, his voice polite. "But would you care if I escorted you back to your room." Tom smiled, a sweet smile. "I am so tired you know," he said, taking the young man's arm. "Thank you kind sir for all that you have done." Turning away, they strolled back toward his room. Tom felt a Burning within him and noticed the way his companion's butt moved. Tom licked his lips. A strange hunger like one he had felt before began to overtake him. He had to have him. Struggling with himself, Tom realized he had forgotten to take his medication. If he failed to seduce this young man now, he would be forced into Tori. Then there was no telling what would happen. No, the seduction would need to be done in this persona so that total control of the situation might be achieved. They arrived at Tom's door. Tom broke free and opened it up. "Would you mind coming in for a minute," he said as sweetly as he could. The young man didn't hesitate but quickly entered the room. Tom shut it and immediately threw himself on the young man. His crotch itched to have something within it and Tom knew exactly how to satisfy that itch. Within a few moments, Tom was straddling the young man's hard cock, screaming for his dear life. His pussy clamped down on the cock as orgasm after orgasm rained down on him. Tom realized he had not orgasmed back in the room before but had merely built up to this. At last the final orgasm hit and Tom looked down at the poor young man. His eyes were closed so he could not see, but Tom could see his hard features softening. Twin breasts emerged from his chest sporting two hard nipples. A mass of blonde hair cascaded to the floor around him. His lips grew soft and subtle. Throughout his body, he was undergoing the transformation that all the men Tom had slept with had. Slowly he was becoming a woman. Tom's mind looked at what was happening with a strange distance. This young man had been working for the enemy. The very one who had imprisoned him in this body in the first place. He had been working for him and would have continued up the ladder doing everything the boss had done. No, this young man deserved this and everything that was coming with him. When the last transformation hit and his penis withdrew into his body, with a strange sense of distance, Tom took change and introduced this young woman into the annals of womanhood as others had done before. * * * * * * * * * * * Tom woke with a pretty young woman laying next to him. The sex had been unimaginable, even after the transformation. Tom never knew how wondrous sex with a woman was, especially when you are a woman too. Tom knew that this woman would not easily forget the experiences they had shared the night before. A ring of the doorbell brought Tom to his senses. Grabbing his robe, he opened the door a crack. The old man from the night before stood before him. "Excuse me, miss..." he stammered like a schoolchild. "But the boss wishes to see you now." A lump formed in Tom's throat. The boss? The real boss? Would this finally be the chance he was waiting for. "Could you wait until I am dressed," Tom said as politely as he could. "The boss would like you just as you are," he said again, his eyes undressing Tom as he spoke. Smiling as warmly as he could, Tom left the young woman snoring in bed and closed the door behind him. Walking down the hall, Tom noticed again the old man's eyes gazing at him. Suddenly he felt more naked than he was. Suddenly he wanted to escape. The old man came to the same doors as before and opened them. "The boss is waiting." Tom walked in, nervously glancing this way and that. Just two Other women stood by the side. The table was relatively empty, save two men...and Officer Max! "Greetings! I am so glad that you could join us." Officer Max said, standing. Tom suddenly felt even more naked. Would he recognize him? Could he see him for who he was? Or would he be fooled as others were of his appearance? "Girls, we were just taking our break. If you wouldn't mind..." The other two girls bowed and moved into position. The blonde knelt down before Officer Max, the young redhead knelt at the younger man's feet. Tom was left servicing the older man to Officer Max's right. Tom knelt down low, keeping his eyes on Officer Max as he prepared to service this man. Fear created knots in his stomach as he prayed Officer Max would not recognize him. Even as he kissed and suckled the man at his hands, he kept his eyes on his nemesis. The two other girls went right to work, slamming their master's meat in their mouth immediately. Tom knew how to take his time and knew that this was the time to prove it. Again, as the other men grunted in orgasm, he had just begun moving his sexy lips over the old man's meat. Slowly Tom built him up, working with his ebbs and flows of passion and pleasure. A small orgasm built up in Tom as well. Using his own lust and passion, he worshipped the older man's cock until at last...at long last...he erupted in Tom's mouth. Tom sucked the old man dry, lengthening his orgasm as he did. As Tom opened his eyes and returned his master's cock, he noticed the others staring at him. Officer Max seemed pleased. "That, my young lady, was the best blowjob I have ever seen! I will make sure you are called back." Tom bowed, keeping his eyes down and away from the former officer. "Thank you, sir," he said meekly. Tom left with the satisfaction of moving forward in his mission. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom left and returned to his room a little in shock. He had imagined many people being the mastermind behind this rash of techno crimes, but none that he knew. They had all assumed the officer had disappeared with the first rash of changings. The first wave that had altered Tom's body...and self...forever. They had assumed that he had disappeared with that group. Obviously the whole thing was staged. A ploy to disappear amid the turmoil and take his place amid this crew. But why? What would have moved him in this direction? They were questions anyone who had worked at the Technocenter would have asked. What pushed Officer Max to change the world in a way that was so...unnatural? The bell at his door rank, startling Tom. Tom moved through the room, his loose robe barely hiding his ample bosom. Looking through the door, he saw an official looking man, staring awkwardly forward. He opened the door a touch, to see what the gentleman wanted to know. "Miss," he said startled, and a bit taken back at what Tom was wearing. "The Boss wishes to see you immediately in his chambers." Tom's stomach grew tight with nervous fear. This was the moment he had waited for...and had dreaded at the same time. "Excuse me," he said, closing the door a bit. "But I must change first!" The young man's hand reached out and grabbed the door, Preventing Tom from shutting it. "The Boss told me he wants you as you are right now." "Now?" Tom stuttered. "But..." "That was his orders. And you know the Boss. He gets what he wants." Tom gulped and released his hold on the door, allowing it to open fully. He had not anticipated getting called tonight and had relaxed into a loose nightgown. Now he wished he had kept on his tighter clothes. The nightgown revealed everything about him. His breasts barely fit in its confines. The brush of the cotton against his thighs usually gave him chills and sparks, enough to last him through to his next sequence. Most of all he had gone without his panties at night, a habit he had picked up in his time as 'Tori'. Tom sighed and followed the young man out and down the hall. The hall was thankfully empty as he made his way down the corridor, around a bend, and to a door near the elevator. The door proclaimed the room "Janitor's Closet." Apparently another one of Officer Max's concealments. Tom turned to the man. "Should I be nervous," he said as sweetly as he could. The man shrugged. "I don't know miss," he said gruffly. "I just work here." Taking a deep breath, Tom opened the door and entered the room. A large office surrounded him at once. The ceiling stood high and out of sight. Shelves of books lined the walls. It appeared at first glance to be a library. If not for a few items scattered around the room. There was a large king size bed in the center of a set of shelves. A chair holding an odd head contraption beside it. In the center of the room on the far side stood a grand desk. Mahogany wood with a velvet seated chair. "You like it I see," came a voice from across the room. Tom turned and looked. Officer Max stood before him, robed only in a purple gown. The gown itself made him look like royalty. A king or an emperor over his domain. "I am pleased you found your way here...Mr. Tom Turner." Tom froze. How did he recognize him. In a panic, he turned toward the door. Officer Max raised a black remote and suddenly the door behind him disappeared in the wall. Tom turned, suddenly feeling even more exposed than before. "How..." "...do I know? Oh come on! You don't think your transformation into this beauty was by accident? I chose you, Tom Turner! I chose you to become what every woman and half- woman in this place could only dream of! I chose you to become my bride!" Tom's mouth grew dry. His bride?! This lunatic expected him to marry him! The thoughts that ran through his head disturbed and disgusted him! Officer Max smiled. "I see that idea does not appeal to you now. But it will. Oh it will indeed. I guarantee it. You see, Tom, I have guided you into the form you are in today. You are, what many would call, my dream girl. Fitted perfectly to my specifications. Even your training was all a part of my plan. Your experiences in the brothel. Your guidance into the world of sexual satisfaction. All my plan." Tom's mind began to race. What could he do? How could he outwit this man? "You see I realized that out of any of the twits at the office, you would be my greatest problem. My biggest challenge. So I arranged for you to be dissected, if you will, one piece at a time. When you were completely a woman, I put you in my brothel to teach you how to satisfy a man. Of course I used you. Used your talents to achieve my ultimate means. But it was all to prepare you, my sweet, to fully satisfy me and be my one and only lover." Tom grew faint and began to sway. He moved over to the bed and sat down. Officer Max approached him again, satisfaction in his voice. He raised the black box and pointed it at Tom's crotch. "There, now your sequence is finished. We wouldn't want you to accidentally turn me into a mindless bimbo, now, would we?" Tom felt no different without his sequence. Thoughts of marrying this asshole seemed to dwell more with him than anything. "Now," Officer Max said, moving next to him on the bed. "with the help of my mind altering device I will at last bring that latent personality of Tori out to fully take over your miserable body. At last I will have the woman I always dreamed of." Tom's mind raced through what he could do. There wasn't much time. At the press of a button, he could be made to do anything this lunatic wanted him to. He had to perform the act he had dreaded since the beginning. He had to act now. Turning toward Officer Max, Tom lowered his eyes and said sighing, "I am so thankful you are doing this. I did not want to have to suck you off while still trapped in here as a man. At least afterward I will be free of the revulsion I feel." Officer Max's mind pondered this thought. His eyes ran over the young woman sitting beside him half-naked. "Before I bring back Tori," he said with the same confidence in his tone. "I do want to see the old Tom give his Chief a blowjob. For old time's sake." Tom tried to look as hurt and sorry as he could. He tore off the bed screaming, "No! I will not! Not now and not ever!" A hand gripped his legs from within as he tried to walk. Turning his head, he saw Officer Max's hand raised with the black remote. He had paralyzed him as he thought he could. Slowly Tom moved back toward the bed, his legs working on other commands. Officer Max sat down at the foot of the bed. Tom tried to resist, pulling with all his might, but the black remote held him tight as he knelt down between his legs. "Now," Officer Max said, his tone cruel and harsh. "You can either fulfill me willingly...or unwillingly." Tom sighed and unbuttoned the Chief's belt. Opening his pants, He pulled out the Officer's thick cock. It stood tall already, a monument to his manhood. Thanks to his training, Tom felt the energy of an orgasm already fill him with excitement as he began his ritual. First the tender touch. Slow and seductive along the ridges and valleys of this hard cock. Then the teasing blowings, over the head and on the moist areas. Next he began to lick it, slowly running his tongue over its length. Officer Max moaned. "You are good, Tom. You will make an excellent wife!" Tom's own orgasm began to build and he knew it was time to begin the sucking. Slowly he took the tower in his hand, running his mouth over the head. Suck...suck...suck... Deeper and deeper it went into the depths of his mouth. Officer Max moaned loudly, filling the room with his noise. Tom began to pick up his pace, sucking more and more of it down his throat. With other men, Tom could usually fit the entire length without it ever touching the back of his throat. But Officer Max was larger than most and Tom felt himself begin to gag on the massive monster. Slowly he calmed down his reflexes and took the entire length in. His orgasm was growing now greater than ever. Tom ran his tongue over the tip, feeling it grow harder as it prepared to orgasm. A massive one began in Tom too. With Officer Max's cock deep in his mouth, Tom let out a scream that signaled the start of his orgasm. Officer Max began his too, spurting seed deep into Tom's mouth. As he felt the first drops of semen, Tom bit down lightly with the tooth he had been given. He could feel the warmth of blood mix with the semen signaling to him that he was successful. Officer Max did not notice, but continued to moan as his massive balls began to expel themselves into Tom's waiting mouth. Pints upon pints of semen ran out as Officer Max's body prepared for the transition from manhood to womanhood. As the last of the semen left his penis, Tom felt it begin to withdrawal from his mouth. Tom moved back and watched the once large penis shrink down, further and further. 6 inches... 4 inches...3 inches...2 inches... Smaller and smaller it grew. Until it was less than an inch tall. Then with an audible pop, Officer Max's testicles retreated up and into his body. The folds of skin holding them separated and parted, opening up now to his defining slit. His penis grew even smaller, now only the size of a pea, enfolded in the growing skin that was once his scrotum. Officer Max moaned, this time a very feminine sound. The sound Itself seemed to startle him as he sat upright on the bed. "What's happening? What's happening to me?" he shrieked as more and more changes came over his body. First his hair began to fall down over his shoulders. Then his face began to puff out, growing round and feminine. Female eyes, nose, and lips came next. Followed by a softening of all his features, the expansion of his hips, and the lengthening of his fingers and legs. But the change that affected him the most was his chest. As Tom watched, Officer Max grabbed his shirt and pulled it up. There on his once hairy chest, his two nipples began to expand and grow. Taking the shape of little moons, they began to push out from his chest. Two huge nipples surrounded by flat flesh. At first Tom thought that would be the end. He would be condemned to be a flat chested woman all his life. But then the growth began. Beneath each of his nipples, a small bump began to grow larger and larger. The nipples themselves repositioned themselves as Officer Max's breasts grew more and more. The transformed woman grabbed them and held on as the growth finally subsided. Officer Max, now a buxom blonde beauty, turned back toward him. "What did you do," he screamed. "What did you do?!? "Just a taste of your own medicine." "But...I can't...I can't continue like this!" "You didn't think that about me...or any of the other men you so transformed? I guess justice now has been served." Officer Max began to weep. "What are you going to do with me?" Tom only smiled and grabbed the remote on the bed. "You have paid for your actions with your new body. There is just one more thing to pay for..." Looking down at the remote, he saw the dial for libido. "Let's see how you like having a cock shoved into your pussy!" He turned the dial up full count and watched as Officer Max changed. His features grew hungry and wanton. His tongue swept his lips. His nipples stood out on his chest. "What have you done," she screamed. "Just made sure you'll find yourself in bed with a man before long. And don't worry. I'll see to it that you are always, deep down inside, Officer Max. As long as you live." "You'll never escape," she screeched. Tom smiled. "I'll escape if I look like you. No one will question a robed woman walking down the aisle in your robe. I'm sure of it." The woman who had once been Officer Max began to sob again. Tom picked up the remote and headed down the door toward the precinct and his reward. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom walked confidently back from the Bodi Shoppe in men's clothing for the first time in months. He hadn't remembered how good it felt to actually be clothed this way. The pants were baggy, not tight. The shirt surrounding his torso held his now flat chest. His fingers were the right size, his face the right features. Even his hair now was short and combed back, instead of flowing off his back. Everything was right with the world. One price had been paid. The other stood waiting for him on the curb. A short, brunette girl dressed modestly smiled as he strode out of the building. "So that's what you looked like, Tom..." she said. Tom looked hard at her. She looked strangely familiar. There Was something about her eyes, the way they sparkled at him, that he saw someone he knew. Approaching her slowly, he said in a tense voice, "Rob?" The girl giggled. "Robyn now." "You're...a...girl?" He said excitedly, but with little surprise in his voice. She shrugged. "I was having too much fun like this I guess." He laughed with the irony of it all. Robyn looked nervously at him. "There is one thing though that you should know..." "You don't have a boyfriend, do you," Tom said, matter of factly. She laughed again, a girlish giggle that reminded him at once of the joy his friend Rob had. "No, silly!" Her eyes darted to the ground in nervousness. There is...something else, though... Maybe we should go and...talk?" Tom smiled, happiness filling him. "Of course, Robyn. Of course!" The two of them walked along the avenue talking about everything and anything. The old comfortable feeling came back. Tom felt at home with her. She was Rob...and Rob was her. Everything about them appeared totally normal now. They were a young couple out for a romantic stroll. Two lost lovers who had lost each other and now had finally found their place. Tom told her everything that had happened. About the technocrat and his hidden stash. About the tooth and his encounter with Officer Max. He told her of Max's plans and how he had figured into them. "And if you have time, you can have your sequence taken away too. The precinct has the remote to remove it." Robyn just smiled and nodded, listening to his exciting story. As they walked, they moved closer and closer together. Holding hands at one point. Cuddling together the next. Eventually they made it back to Tom's new apartment. As they entered the room, the urge to embrace overwhelmed them. The weight of their absence vanishing as they bodies grew close. Tom caressed her breasts, her neck. Running his fingers and lips around each of the places he knew were so sensitive. Robyn moaned. Tom discarded her shirt, revealing her perfect, pert breasts to the air. Her nipples rose in excitement as Tom ran his fingers and lips around his lover's tender flesh. Tom ran his finger down under Robyn's belt as she moaned. Something felt odd here. As he undid her belt, she gasped and drew back. "What?" he called. "What's wrong..." "I just hope you can...understand...that's all." Tom smiled. "Trust me," he said, as he undid her belt. Her pants fell revealing a tall tent of an erection. Tom pulled back in surprise, but smiled. Robyn turned away, embarrassed. "Are you upset," she said, turning her head. Tom smiled. "I'm not upset at all," he explained. "In fact, I have a bit of a surprise myself." She turned back around, her tall erection now falling. "What?" Tom reached his hand to his own belt, undoing his pants. "Look here..." Beneath his shorts was no erection but a large wet spot. Tom pulled back the material to reveal the one spot of womanhood he still possessed...a wet vagina! Robyn cringed back. "Is that...?" "A vagina," Tom said confidently. "I couldn't part with it after all." "But...how...what if..." "Let's just say I have my connections. A friend of mine owed me a favor. I had to make sure we were completely compatible." Robyn leaped at him, her hard erection already pressing into his belly. "I can't believe this!" she exclaimed. Tom looked her deep in the eyes. "Robyn, I can't say how much I love you. I've loved you from the moment I saw you. And I don't care what our parts look like or how they're arranged. I just want to be with you." Robyn smiled, tears flowing down her face. Her erection already stood on end, a monument to the feelings she had. Tom smiled, a mischievous grin. "And believe it or not, my love, I'm getting the urge to satisfy that little tool of yours." He knelt down and took Robyn's large erection in his mouth. Robyn gasped in surprise as she closed her eyes. Tom used all the methods that he had learned, teasing it with his tongue. Blowing on its ridges and valleys. As her passion grew, he pushed the hard cock deep in his mouth as he moved slowly and expertly over its ridges. Moving away, Tom could see Robyn's hard on straining forward for release. "Now, let's see what this hard on feels like when its buried inside me." Tom pushed her back onto the bed, her erection now touching the sky. Moving his moist slit over it, he pressed down slowly. Together they gasped at the feeling. He was being penetrated again, now by the one he loved, and her by the feelings of penetration. Slowly he moved himself up and down her erection, pinching her nipples every now and then to feel it jump and grow within him. A massive orgasm, like no other, began to build in him. He could feel his pussy start to squeeze the cock buried deep within it. Up and down... up and down...in and out...the two of them moved to the rhythm of the ages. More and more his orgasm grew and built. Ebbing and flowing as he knew it would. His increased his pace on his lover, moving the hard rod deeper within him with every push. Robyn's cock grew long and thick. Tom could sense she was near her orgasm. Leaning over her, he took her tender nipple in his mouth and began to suck hard. A scream came from her mouth as Tom felt what must have been gallons of semen flow into his body. Tom's orgasm hit then too and he bit down, harder than he had anticipated, on the nipple in his mouth. The two of them screeched and squirmed around until the intense feelings had subsided. Then when they were both exhausted, Tom rolled off, beads of Sweat cooling his body. Robyn still lay panting on the bed. Rolling toward her, he kissed her gently. "Do?you...think..." Tom smiled. "If we do...we do. Though I'm sure that will be interesting." Robyn grinned. Tom laid back down beside her. "Here's to compatibility..." he whispered. "And here's to the Techno Center." The End