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Prisoners
By Wolverine
Grant awoke nude in a metal cell across from his friend, Thurman, who was
still unconscious. Grant tried moving his right arm only to find it
shackled to the smooth metal wall. His legs were in a similar
predicament. Grant didn't try to move his other appendages for the
shackles pretty much guaranteed he'd get the same exact result. Thurman
stirred, awoke, looked Grant over, and then tried what Grant had tried.
He looked at grant again and shrugged. Their eyes wandered away from each
other after that as neither liked looking at the nude form of the other.
"Any theories?" Grant asked, keeping his eyes locked on the wall to his
left. It and the wall to his right both had parallel grooves all the way
across. Thurman kept his eyes locked on the wall to his left, and made
the same observation.
"I have no theory. I can't remember anything except going to bed,"
Thurman replied.
"Same here. This is probably the strangest thing I've ever been a part
of." Thurman nervously snorted in response. The two jumped as metal
whirring sounded behind both of them. Both men looked down, trying to
look behind them, but the metal "belts" securing them to the wall around
the waist prevented positioning their eyes to see exactly what was going
on. Grant realized what it was as soon as he felt an incredibly hard
prick in the small of his back. He yelped and then the sting disappeared
as the needle withdrew back into the wall. Thurman didn't yelp, but
instead let out a oomph and flinched. After both men had been pricked by
the unseen needles, a brief buzzing sounded from the ceiling. Thurman and
Grant looked up to see an intercom.
"Hello, gentlemen, I am glad you are both awake and inoculated so we can
get this show on the road," said a voice from the speaker." offer you no
name, but I am the one responsible for you being here, and the moderately
painful shots you just received. You are to be part of my very sick
game."
"Who are you?" Grant asked. The voice from the intercom chuckled.
"I said I offer no name," the voice responded.
"What's your game?" Thurman asked.
"Who said I offered answers?" mused the voice.
"Well, you certainly like to talk," Grant said.
"You are right about that. And since the anticipation is something I will
most definitely enjoy, I will fill you in on your situation," the voice
elaborated. "You both have been injected with a different chemical.
Thurman...yes, that's right I know your name. I've been following you for
a while. Six two, two hundred sixty pounds, brown hair, grey eyes, mother
was a hooker in her early days, though I'm sure you didn't know that, and
your father was one of her clients, though she told you he was a deadbeat
who ran off and never paid child support. Your first kiss was from a girl
named Heather Le Beau. That's enough. Thurman has just received the
chemical that makes a woman of a man. Grant, you have received a hybrid
of every sexual stamina enhancer on the market. You're about to have an
erection that just won't go away, and if it takes enough time for it to,
I'll be happy to give you another dose."
"Wait, wait, wait. A woman of a man? What the fuck is that supposed to
mean?" Thurman asked.
"Now here I thought you were fairly intelligent. I did put that in plain
English didn't I? The chemical running through your veins will over the
next hour to day turn you into a female as fast as it can work you over,"
the voice responded. Grant snorted.
"Bullshit," Thurman replied.
"I guess you'll just have to see. But here's what you can expect: in the
next few moments, part of the chemical will speed up your metabolism,
cell reproduction, and any other process of your biology. While this is
taking effect, my chemical will introduce virus of my design that will
tear through you like wildfire, making you into a healthy, horny,
delightfully dim-witted, young woman," the voice explained as Grant and
Thurman looked at each other in confusion and horror. "If your body
doesn't get your companion's sexual urges going to match his erection,
then the pheromones you're going to be pumping out will. I designed those
so well that no one can resist. Then as the walls slide closer together
along the track you've no doubt noticed, you'll get closer for a better
position to fuck like there's no tomorrow, which there isn't for either
of you."
"Dude, you are insane," Grant said.
"Oh yes I am. I assure you I very much am. In fact, this is all for my
sexual benefit. I'll be watching from my center of operations and
masturbating whenever the fancy strikes me. I do find this oh so very
exciting," the voice replied. "Enough talk now though. I am getting a dry
mouth."
"You shit head, let us go," Thurman said. The intercom buzzed and then
was silent. Thurman looked at Grant and frowned.
"I don't think we're going to live," Thurman said.
"Fuck living, what if what he said is true? I really don't want to fuck
you man," Grant said.
"What? You can't be serious. That's probably the biggest load of bullshit
I've ever heard. I mean...wow, I'd have to be an idiot on drugs to
believe that."
"Oh yeah? Look down then." Thurman's eyes tentatively crept downward
along the shape of Grant's body, which wasn't a pretty sight with him
being hairy, a dude, and slightly overweight, to the man's crotch, which
wasn't too pleasant a sight either.
"Big deal, he shot you up with some Viagra, and he probably hit me with
some kind of psycho drug that'll make me hallucinate, and then I'll say
dirty things to you, which he'll beat off to or something. Then we die."
Grant nodded slowly, and frowned. It was obvious the guy was holding back
tears. Death was a hard thing to face. Thurman tried to hold his sobs in
too. He didn't want to die either, and he certainly didn't want to look
gay for some maniac who claimed to be filming and masturbating at the
same time.
"You feeling weird?" Grant asked. Thurman nodded.
"Guess his stuff is kicking in. You can tell I'm sweating from there?"
"Yeah, the light isn't too bright, but you're practically dripping. I
hope he intends to give you some water if he's gonna keep us around for
hours."
"Yeah, well, we're dead anyways, so it probably doesn't matter."
"Dehydration vs. a quick blow to the head? Yeah it matters." Thurman
gagged and twitched in his shackles. Grant's eyes perked up. "What the
fuck was that about?"
"I think he overdosed me on crack or something. My perceptions are
slowing down, and I'm having back spasms. Plus, it felt like my
intestines were going to jump straight up through my body and out my
mouth for a second there. I think I'm going to die from something much
worse than dehydration." Grant let out a nervous chuckle.
"I wonder what he's got planned for me."
"Hopefully something much better than this. I honestly feel like I'm
dying. I feel weaker now too." Thurman said all this with exhaustion
running rampant in his voice.
"Well, you better loosen up then." Grant said. Thurman looked down and
found that he was straining at his restraints, with his weight shifted
onto his toes. Thurman willed himself to relax and gently rest his feet
on the floor.
"Thanks. If I start acting weird, just notify me. I'd like to keep
kicking as long as I can."
"Can do. Thinking of a way out?"
"Not yet. I'm not thinking too clearly right now. I'm awake, but there's
this fog setting in."
"Maybe it's that horny young woman he spoke of." Thurman laughed.
"That's not funny, but comparatively it's the most laughable thing about
this."
"You ever thought about a door? How did we get in here?"
"I don't know. There's probably a hatch somewhere."
"But where? I don't see one. There's not space."
"Maybe he built it around us? Obviously this guy has a lot of money to
have set this up, and he could've kept us sedated for weeks as long as he
fed us. Those vents by the speaker are probably the only connection we
have to the outside world."
"You're skinnier," Grant stated blankly. Thurman looked puzzled at him
and then down at his own body. Indeed he was skinnier. By a lot in fact.
He could actually see his abs, and his skin had definitely tightened
along his ribcage. Had he sweated all that off? No wonder he felt so
foggy! He was dehydrating quickly!
"Fuck man, he's sweated it off me. Fuck you man!!!" Thurman bellowed.
"It's his shit, I'm telling you. It's working you over like he said."
"Let off of that okay? It's not helping."
"And you are?"
"Yeah I am."
"How? By bitching?"
"Shut the fuck up, Mr. Gullible."
"Mr. Gullible? Just because I believe a guy rich enough to do this could
possibly come up with something that could turn you into a horny bitch so
he could masturbate and watch?"
"Yeah, that's pretty damn gullible. Oh Grant, oh Grant, let me suck your
dick. Stick your cock in my love hole Grant!" Thurman said in his girlish
voice.
"I'm serious. I believe him, and that doesn't make me gullible."
"Yeah, it does." The walls groaned, causing Thurman and Grant to jump.
They slowly moved toward each other. Where there had just been 15 feet of
separation was now about 12. Thurman looked at Grant and shook his head.
"That doesn't prove shit. He also gave you a boner. He probably wants us
to go gay and then sword fight with our dicks."
"Why would gay people do that?"
"I don't know. They're gay. A lot of what they doesn't make much sense.
Point is, I'm not buying into his man to woman shit."
"Say that now, but I really don't want to fuck you man."
"Me neither, so stop bringing it up."
"I mean..."
"Just shut up Grant. No more talking until we've got a plan to get out of
here." With that, the two looked down at the floor in bitter silence. The
next ten minutes slowly rolled by, sapping more and more of Thurman's
concentration. His head kept wandering, and his body felt more and more
like it was being ripped apart slowly.
"If we can get to those vents, we might be able to squeeze through one,
and then crawl out." Grant suggested.
"Like an action movie? I don't know if that works in real life."
"It's worth a shot isn't it?"
"I suppose. But how do we get out of these shackles?"
"More thinking?"
"I guess." Thurman and Grant thought some more. 5 minutes rolled by, and
then 10, and then 20. Grant said nothing to Thurman about the man's
withering manhood, or the small little bumps that had began to form
behind Thurman's nipples, which were beginning to look puffy. Thurman
would zone out for long periods, which Grant could tell by his breathing.
Thurman would breathe normally, then rapidly for a long time, then slowly
and deeply, and finally back to normal. If Thurman noticed any of this,
he didn't say anything to Grant, and Grant said nothing to keep from
angering his friend. The intercom had probably spewed a lot of bull, and
Grant was probably wrong to believe it like Thurman said.
"Hey, remember that time in 4th grade when we formed the 'Mafia'?"
Thurman asked. Grant chuckled.
"Yeah, that was pretty advanced for kids our age."
"We charged sandwiches for protection. But here's my question: protection
from what? If we'd beaten anybody up, we'd have never seen another
sandwich in remedial school."
"I don't know." Grant and Thurman laughed. They cut it off when Thurman's
laugh cracked into a higher pitch. Thurman stared at the ground and
frowned.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes." Thurman's voice cracked again, and he let out a nervous groan. His
eyes were full of shame and embarrassment. "It hurts so much. Every part
of me is on fire, and my nipples feel like they're a mile from my chest.
I know it's getting faster, but is it really that bad yet?"
"I can definitely tell you're growing boobs, and your skin's a lot
darker." The walls groaned again and 12 feet became 9. Thurman looked at
Grant possessing bangs that hung closer to his eyebrows, which were
definitely becoming, with the rest of Thurman's eye, a definitely more
exotic shape.
"I'm sorry I called you Mr. Gullible."
"It's all right. I'm sure this is going to make up for my embarrassment."
"It's going to more than make up for it, you son of a bitch." Thurman
looked daggers at Grant and then looked back to the ground.
"What? Come on. Don't get..."
"Don't you dare say pissy. I'm not a girl yet." Grant bit his tongue and
looked back up at the vents. He studied them. One on each side of the
intercom. They probably hooked back up into one tunnel just above the
intercom wiring, and then it shouldn't have been that bad of a crawl out,
given they weren't too far from the surface...given that they were
underground. Each one was located in either man's "area" with the air
aimed at them. Grant could feel the cool breeze. It was the only peaceful
thing about this.
"We can probably make it through there if your arms shrink. You can
crawl..."
"No, I'm not leaving now. If what he said is true, my head's going to be
gone in a bit anyways, and I don't want anyone to see me like this."
Thurman's voice was husky and female now. Grant heard a low whine and saw
Thurman fidget.
"Well, you can go kill yourself out of shame, but personally I'd like to
live."
"I doubt he'll let me get away with that."
"Stop with the negativity! First you knocked down my acceptance of his
fucked up plan, and now you're naysaying everything I say."
"Shut up! Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk right now."
"Well, I do. We have to. You've gotta slip out of your shackles, and then
find a way up."
"My arms are still too big, and they may stay that way. I have no idea
what that faggot likes in women."
"Then just wait for a good fucking honey because that's all that's coming
with that attitude." Thurman's head snapped up and he stared with intense
fire in his eyes. His eyes briefly closed and Grant heard a squishing
from the other man's abdomen. Thurman's eyes snapped open and he trembled
with anger and pain as he continued to stare at Grant.
"You bastard," Thurman said before beginning to fidget. Grant could see
the man's genitalia begin to rapidly shrink smaller than it already was
into a small patch of fur between his smooth thighs. "I'm not...uh...your
honey yet. Uh...Don't you ever call me that again or I'll...uh...kill
you."
"Thurman calm down. Relax," Grant said with concern in his voice. Thurman
screamed as his manhood disappeared with a sickening squish. At the same
time, Thurman's hips cracked loud enough for Grant to hear it. The walls
groaned and 9 feet became 6 feet. Thurman continued to scream as his
body's change sped up. Bones cracking became the percussion to back up
the screams. Thurman's shackles became tighter as he lost height. This
picked him up off the ground as he hung from the arm shackles. The metal
belt holding him in place had come lose, probably released by remote,
which left the changing Thurman free to buck if needed. Despite the
stretching the shackles were doing Thurman desperately tried to keep his
thighs together and keep his new womanhood from view. The cracking slowly
stopped as Thurman's skeletal structure stopped its reshaping. Thurman
panted and moaned as he looked at Grant. Grant gasped at his friend's new
face. A few minutes ago, it had been good ole' Thurman looking at him,
but now it was a Hispanic girl looking back with brown eyes and pouty
lips. Thurman's hair had lightened and crept down around his face, which
made Thurman definitely look like a girl. Sweat rolled down her heaving
body and dripped off the end of her Venus mound. Thurman looked ashamed
at his new found frame, and tears began to roll from his eyes.
"Please...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been such an asshole, but
please...I need you. I need a friend. It hurts. Talk to me Grant. I hurt
so much, and my head is everywhere.
"I'm right here buddy. Just relax. And I think I've got a way out."
"No, please, just talk about old times. I don't want to think about this
anymore."
"You gotta! I want out of here. And then maybe we can reverse this."
"No, by the time we got out, I'd be what he's turning me into and I don't
want that. I don't want to remember this. Please, just talk about old
times," Thurman said. Thurman's eyes, which he'd shut in the middle of a
grimace, opened and stared into Grant's. "Please, for me."
"Alright," Grant replied, the voice and beauty of his companion
overthrowing his will to keep pressing. His friend was much weaker now
from what this stuff was doing, and psychologically she was definitely a
she. With this came emotions Grant could understand ruling her, and also
feelings came to Grant that said to protect her from harm. This was doing
wonders to both of them, and Grant shivered internally at the thought of
the sicko watching them beating off to it. "We were talking about the
"Mafia" earlier, right?"
"Mmmmhmmm," Thurman strained with her eyes closed. Her voice was a
mixture of pain and anticipation now. "Go on. Keep talking. It helps to
get away from here."
"Well, there was that kid who worked with us. Vinnie right?"
"Winnie actually. Pussy name, so he tried to act tough."
"I think we called him Vinnie because we wanted to sound more mafioso."
"I think you're right." Thurman let out a long moan as her now dark
nipples became erect in the cool air of the cell. Her small bumps slowly
gained more weight, causing a fit of moans from Thurman as her nipples
were thrust even further from her chest. Grant came looking at them. How
he'd love to suck on them...but no! He wasn't going to think about that.
He wouldn't play that bastard's game. "But what...about...Vinnie?"
"That kid was so tough. He once took on 4 kids at once in a scrap."
"Big muscles for a little guy. I wish more guys were like that now."
"Thurman!" Thurman bit her lip and let out a slow breath.
"Sorry, go on."
"But I remember the worst memory of my childhood finding out he wasn't so
tough after all. Physically tough maybe, but inside he was a pure coward.
I remember he'd always rat us out for extorting someone, and then we'd
have our sandwiches taken away. So we had to relegate him to muscle
status." The walls groaned again and 6 feet became 3. Grant could smell,
and practically taste Thurman. It was such a good smell. He was becoming
drunk off her. His head stretched forward unconsciously so he could lick
that perfect face of hers. Even her clinched shut eyes were still exotic
and erotic. And those small, surely sensitive tits of hers begged to be
grabbed and...no. "Thurman, you gotta concentrate and stop putting those
pheromones out buddy."
"I'm not your buddy anymore, I'm your honey," Thurman said lightly and
erotically.
"Thurman! Do it! I want to fuck you so bad it's killing me, but we gotta
fight it. I won't have that guy win."
"I can't. I don't know how to control them," Thurman said. She moaned
again as her tits became very small mounds. "And you're using too many
big words for me now. He did make me stupid."
"Concentrate. Think about the past. Remember Mrs. Young? She was the one
who always cracked down on the "Mafia." You remember her?" Grant looked
expectantly at Thurman. Her eyes slowly softened and then opened. She
looked at him up and down. "Remember?"
"Mrs. Young?" Thurman's voice screamed sex now. Her smell probably gave
it that extra push, but damn was it erotic. Grant came again, splattering
her stomach with a splash of his hot seed. She looked down and watched
the semen slowly run down her stomach and then back up at Grant with a
dreamy smile on her face. Oh how he'd love to stick his...no! He was
drunk on her smell and her looks, but that could be overcome.
"Remember! Just remember with me. She always cracked down on us and the
other boys and got Vinnie to rat us out."
"I can't have you misfiring like that. The sex won't be as good. I want
you in me so bad right now. Fuck my love hole Grant. Make me cum as you
recharge."
Stay with me buddy! Please! I don't want this. I'm so horny and your so
hot, but please I don't want this! And neither do you!"
"Oh but I do." Thurman crotch was lifted as far out as she could get it,
and juices dripped from her waiting lips. "Fuck me!"
"Thurman..." 3 feet became just enough for Thurman's nether-lips to grasp
Grant's meat and push the two intimately together. Their shackles
released, and Grant slid his arms around her as she desperately began
going at him. "Not like this man."
"I'm not a man anymore silly. You're in me. Now fuck me like I know you
can lover." Thurman breathed these into Grant's ear. Grant thrust once
and then twice before shaking the thoughts off. "Come on, you can do
better than that. Fuck me til I can't walk straight. Let all the other
bitches on the street know you love your woman."
Grant thrust once more and then when he realized why they weren't going
to live to see tomorrow he gave in and began returning her thrusts
vigorously, causing her to scream with glee and passion. They fucked for
hours, neither thinking about their confinement anymore as one was too
horny to remember and the other was too dumbed down to care, until the
air, which had ceased to enter the chamber when the closing walls had cut
them off, was all used up. The ceiling lights died and all was silent in
the metal cell.
THE END
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