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Hanna part 3
It was morning, but not mourning. Hanna slowly awoke, this time in what
she assumed to be the cold, harsh reality, save for one thing. The one
thing that made her feel at ease was the fact that she had her arms
around her lover. Strange dream-images of power and conquest filled her
time between waking and sleep. What had it all been? A sign of better
things to come? Or merely false hope? Feeling a bit confused, she moved
a bit closer to her lover, pressing her breasts against the angel's
back. How strange to feel something so soft and feminine, so close to
her, when merely a few days ago this creature of sensuality had been a
man, penetrating her. It seemed all too strange to be real, and yet it
was. She stretched all of her body, with a pleasant yawn. The stirring
caused Auryn to wake.
Sleepily she mumbled, "Hmmm, last night was incredible, if it were any
other place but here I would've wanted to stay there forever."
Hanna's fingers traced soft lines on her lover's body as she replied, "I
have a feeling that we're going to be all right, something in my dreams
comforted me. I think I saved you from Zevorlin," she added, though
doubting her own memory a bit. "I'm starting to believe that despite of
all the doctor's confidence we can escape from this place."
Auryn looked doubtful and hopeful at the same time. She looked into
Hanna's eyes in a way that would melt even Margaret Thatcher's heart.
She moved closer to her companion in troubled times. They sought warmt
and comfort in each other's presence. If they closed their eyes,
everything seemed almost perfect. Almost, for they were still in the
castle. Still in the evil clutches of a deranged scientist, who'd
transformed them and was trying to brainwash them.
Hanna feared that the professor had implanted emotional responses into
their minds, and that he was trying to make slaves out of them. In fact,
she was quite sure of it. There had to be some way to find out the
extent of the changes Zevorlin had made. For all his supposed genius,
the doctor was pretty careless when it came to hiding his research data.
He had papers full of notes and (often demented) scribblings lying all
over his laboratory. Maybe he'd never figured Hank for the kind of
person or octopus who would use the knowledge of science against him. In
a way Zevorlin had been right. Hanna could've slapped her former self
for not seeing the possibilities.
"If the doctor keeps a record of almost everything, maybe there is a way
to find out what changes he has made to our brains, and what kind of
fail-safes he implanted." Someone like Zevorlin was sure to have a few
tricks up his sleave. Hanna was determined to find out what those were.
She needed a plan...
Meanwhile, the 'good' doctor was busying himself with a new project: to
become a man of might in all aspects. He wondered to himself why he
hadn't thought of this before, while whistling the theme to Twin Peaks.
He'd decided to start making the necessary alterations to the
transformation device, in order to facilitate his impending bodily
change. The harrowing dream he had the night before had left him quite
shaken for a while.
In the back of his mind, he remembered being humiliated by the creature
he had created. With her fierce appearance in the dream, Hanna had
stirred up old memories inside Zevorlin. He remembered the way his
mother had always seemed to tower over him, even when he was already an
adult. Her clear and dominating voice still rang through his ears, as he
tried to stem the noise by making a lot of his own. He clanged and
hammered away at the device, adding knobs and dials here and there. Then
he went on to rewire wires and reprogram programming.
The difficulty laid mostly in the problem of mass-distribution in the
transformation process. After all, Zevorlin was a pretty weak specimen
of manhood in aspects of physical appearance. He was not very tall and
thin yet flabby in undesirable places. Through his many years of tending
to mad science he'd developed a hunch, and a very weak constitution in
general. How this body was to be transformed into that of a man with
bulging muscles and top physical fitness without much mass to sculpt
from was the biggest problem. The transformation of Auryn had been very
easy. The mass that needed to be redistributed was already present, and
the excess had been neatly poured (as a kind of jelly) into a small
waste disposal basket.
It looked a little like bodyfat, only it had an orange colour to it.
Hank in his octopus form had been in general smaller than the average
human, but the density of his body was such that redistribution was
easy. The density of course had come from the fact that Hank then needed
to be able to move around without the added benefit of water surrounding
and supporting him. Zevorlin, on the other hand, had little excess mass
to redistribute. In fact, if the only thing that the transformation
device had to go on was his own body, the best body he could hope would
be that of a midget bodybuilder.
Dead mass was no good, he needed living cells. The body could not cope
with an introduction of too many decaying or already decayed tissue. The
prospect of using a live animal and coming out looking like a freakshow
attraction didn't appeal that much to him either. In short, he seemed to
be stuck. What could he use to create enough mass for redistribution
without causing undesirable side-effects? The machine was ready to go,
and yet the mad scientist found himself facing the limits of the very
laws of physics. After a few minutes of fearless pondering, Zevorlin got
an idea. If nature wasn't going to allow strange foreign or dead tissue
to be beneficial, why not use his own?
He still had an old cloning vat lying around somewhere, he could just
use his own cells to create some living tissue! He began to search for a
syringe, to take some of his DNA, thinking about how great it would be
to actually become a Greek God. The power, the feeling! Once he'd found
the syringe (in a sock drawer) and the cloning vat (below the sock
drawer), he started working. The machine was dusty and a few decades
old, and there were still some sheep-particles that had to be scraped
off the inside, but it seemed to be operational. The nuclear energy that
fueled it would last at least for another century, which was
incidentally one of the many centuries Zevorlin now intended to live.
Once he'd hooked up the machine to other very necessary computerized
gizmos, and made a small preparate of his DNA, the machine was ready to
go. In a few hours, the cells of his DNA would be combined to form new
living tissue. Although Zevorlin found himself unwilling to wait for
even so short a time, he considered some entertainment would be in
order. And what better entertainment could there be than the company of
two luscious young women?
"Hanna, Auryn, come to the living den immediately! Oh, but dress for a
nice occasion first," shouted the intercom, startling the two women.
Hanna frowned as Auryn worriedly asked, "What do you think he wants from
us?"
"Probably nothing good," was the reply. "I think that mad old fart is up
to something."
Still, despite their worries, the ladies found themselves standing
before the large, opened closet doors, trying to pick out the right
attire.
"This might look very nice on you," Hanna said, holding up a simple yet
classy evening gown, low cut.
Auryn sadly stated, "I can't believe how much I've changed, I'm actually
liking the idea of wearing this, and wondering even what shoes to wear
with it. This is crazy! I can't seem to help myself thinking these
thoughts. I know I used to be a guy, but I'm actually thinking of him as
a separate person now. It's been only a day, this can't be..."
Hanna stopped her, "Look I know how you feel, but for the moment, I
think it would be best not to let ourselves be dragged down. There is a
way out of this I know, but you 've got to trust me when I say this
isn't the right time to be weak. If anything, we have to be stronger
than ever if we are to free ourselves."
Auryn looked down despondantly, but quietly nodded after a few seconds.
"You're probably right, but I'm scared of what that asshole is going to
do to us."
Hanna moved closer towards her lover, her hand moving to comfort her. As
she softly stroked Auryn's arm, Hanna assured her that everything would
be alright. "I know it, I've got a strange feeling it'll work out, call
it female intuition."
Auryn softly laughed, "I bet you'll tell me next all men are the same
and chocolate is better than sex."
Hanna, surprised, laughed as well, "That all depends on the author's
love for clich? storytelling. But I doubt anything could be better than
having sex with you."
After a short but passionate kiss, the two donned their attire and found
themselves walking down the stairs towards the castle's grand living
room, holding hands.
As they entered the den together, they found Zevorlin standing by the
liquor cabinet, smiling smugly.
"I see some female bonding has taken place. You two sure have taken a
liking to one another."
Auryn squeezed Hanna's hand a little more at this.
"Come my two lovelies, join me, and we shall share a wine any frenchman
would mudwrestle his own mother for."
Without uttering a word, Hanna and Auryn moved towards the liquor
cabinet. After each had taken a glass of wine and the two women had
taken a revolting kiss on the mouth from Zevorlin, they sat down on the
large sofa together. The doctor insisted that he be seated in the
middle, between them.
After a few quiet moments, he said, trying to act casually, "You can't
seem to hide your disgust very well, ladies. But all that is soon to
change. Once the chemical alterations have run their course, and once
you see the new me, there will be no protesting, even in thought."
Hanna was startled at the uttering of these words, but kept her demeanor
indifferent for Auryn's sake. "I was wondering," she said, "how is it
that a substance, for I assume it is liquid in form, works as well with
humans as octopods? Isn't their physiology too different?"
Zevorlin, grinning, replied, "Although it hardly classifies as casual
conversation, I'll indulge you on this. Seeing as you two must surely be
thinking about some method of escape, it can't hurt to remind you of the
extent of your slavery. You see, the substance now in your brains, as
you have rightly guessed, is a liquid one, it travels to the brain via
the nerves in your spinal chord. Once there, it releases a steady stream
of female hormones as well as my own patented nerve and braincell-
altering invention, with which name I shan't bother you with. The
substance takes about a week to fully remap and feminize your brains, so
you have untill next week to say goodbye to your old genderpatterns.
Furthermore, an added plus is that the voice-control I have over you
will grow stronger untill the sound of my voice will be enough to cause
physiological changes in your bodies. I could tell you to come, and you
would come, internally..."
Zevorlin took a sip from his wine and grinned devilishly. Auryn and
Hanna remained silent as Zevorlin continued, "But for now, instead of
talking about these things, why don't we try something more pleasant?
Auryn, why don't you strip for Hanna and me?"
Auryn slowly got up, but instead of giving Zevorlin the satisfaction of
appearing shocked or sad, she just asked, "Stripping without music is a
bit difficult wouldn't you think?"
The doctor got up off the couch and started to peruse his very dusty
record collection. While Zevorlin was trying to find the right kind of
music, Hanna and Auryn made reassuring eye-contact, strengthening Auryn.
Soon, the crackling of an record began and a voice proclaimed, "...Girl,
you'll be a woman soon..."
Auryn swayed her hips to the soft rhythm of the song, suddenly seeming
the epitomy of sexy womanhood. Although the dress she had on wasn't
really meant for a stripshow, she managed to make every move to undress
exude feminine grace and sexiness. She slowly swayed across the room,
trying always to maintain eye-contact with Hanna rather than looking at
Zevorlin, who was rapidly becoming aroused. An unimpressive bulge could
be seen through his fading grey pants. After a while, Auryn had dropped
the dress casually on to the floor. With her petite, sexy appearance
moving sexily in sync with the music, Auryn found Zevorlin enthralled
with her every move.
Zevorlin quickly told Hanna to sit on his lap, while he undid his
zipper. Seeing this, Auryn turned her sexy dance up another notch, still
her eyes locked firmly with Hanna's, who looked devoted to drinking in
her lover's every move. Auryn removed her sexy lace panties slowly as
she swayed. Before Zevorlin could try and enter Hanna sitting on his
lap, the sight of Auryn finally removing her lacy bra proved too much
and drove him to an untimely orgasm. His erection melting away, Zevorlin
blushed furiously and became quite angry at the same time. After pushing
Hanna aside, he put his small penis back in his pants before yelling at
them both to get out. Hanna and Auryn did so, immediately, Auryn leaving
the room still undressed save for the heels she wore. Once out of the
doctor's range of hearing, they started giggling like two schoolgirls.
Once they'd returned to their room, the laughter had subsided a bit, and
the lingering heat that Auryn had instilled in Hanna began to resurface
again.
As she moved closer to her lover, Hanna whispered, "That was by far the
best stripshow I've ever had the honor of watching, you were amazing."
Auryn licked her lips and replied, "Would you be kind enough to return
the favor?"
Zevorlin was furously pacing back and forth in his laboratory while the
cloning vat was humming in the background. His mother's voice was a
plague in his ears, "You are the weakest excuse for a man, ever! One
look at a woman and you cream your pants, how pathetic! How can you call
yourself anything other than a weakling? If only you'd been a daughter
to me, you would have known the fine art of magic, learned truth instead
of that blasted science!"
Zevorlin only had troubles with hearing his mother's voice when he was
extremely emotional. Usually, he could divert his mind enough to drown
out her scalding remarks. But the scene in the den had struck a
sensitive nerve inside of him. It reminded him of his own failure as a
man. And yet it only strengthened his resolve to gain through science
what nature had failed togive him. Magic, Bah! Science would answer all,
change all and make right what no amount of chanting, spell-binding or
religious hogwash could alter. He would become that which Nature had
withheld from him.
As if to reply on his own thoughts, the cloning vat went, "PING!," and a
mechanical voice spoke, "Cloning process complete, living tissue
available for extraction." Zevorlin hurried towards the cloning vat and
took a quivering mass of skin, nerves and bodyfat out of it. He then
proceeded to put the mass inside a special container attached to the
transformation device. Now hurrying, the professor made some final
adjustment to the programming, twisted the right dials and pushed some
generic button-like buttons. Once satisfied with the preparations,
Zevorlin stepped inside the machine and used his voice to activate the
transformation process, "Commence Morphing Procedure A25."
Zevorlin turned blind, but only for a moment as the entire world seemed
to disappear. He knew that to anyone looking at the machine, it would
appear that he was shimmering in and out of existence. A tingling
sensation washed over him, and he felt strange forces mold and stretch
his entire body. Sometimes painful, sometimes tickling, it was as if a
thousand different hands were shaping him. Once the program had run its
course, the world reappeared and bombarded Zevorlin with new
experiences. His senses were all enhanced, he could smell the peanut-
butter and mustard sandwhich on the other side of the big laboratory,
his eyes now registered every inch of the room, it was amazing!
Although Zevorlin knew what his body would look like from the images in
his head, he was still very curious to view the body he now inhabited in
real life. He stepped away from the machine and started moving towards
the large mirror. He noticed his long, confident stride, and started
flexing his muscles. When he got to the mirror, he grinned a smile that
spelled great trouble for our two heroines. He was at least two metres
tall, rippling with muscles. He took on some bodybuilder poses for the
mirror, suppressing the urge to start laughing insanely. His face was
ruggedly handsome, though shaven clean. His entire body had a rich tan
and not a single sign of flabbiness anywhere. He felt like he could
benchpress the world.
"I am GOD!," he loudly stated. The laughter he had failed to suppress
escaped his lips and a rich booming voice echoed throughout the
laboratory...
Hanna shuddered, as if a cat had suddenly dragged its paws down her
back. After having stripped for Auryn, they had made passionate love
together. Hanna had driven Auryn to the point of exhaustion from
orgasming, and she was sleeping. Hanna had stayed awake though, trying
to come up with a plan of escape. Sitting naked on the side of the bed,
she had racked her brain trying to find a loophole in the complex scheme
Zevorlin had come up with. Voice-control, female hormones, DNA-sized
coding, it seemed there was no way out.
In the back of her mind Hana heard a tiny reassuring voice, "Although it
seems hopeless, it never is." It was a voice she'd heard before. Maybe
it had something to do with those weird dreams. Hanna was startled out
of her pondering when she suddenly heard a loud booming voice travelling
from the laboratory, "I am GOD! And now I come to claim my prize!!"
Hanna quickly ran towards the door and closed it from the inside,
leaving the key inside the lock. She moved a large table in front of it
with all her might, and started stacking up things against the door in a
hurry. Although she knew it wouldn't do any good she had to do something
and a sudden fear had shaken her mind. Zevorlin had gone mad! He'd done
something to himself, and God only knew what sick plans he'd come up
with. Large, heavy steps began to climb the stairs. Hanna could hear the
*Thud* *Thud* of very large feet. What had happened? What was happening?
Hanna almost panicked, and tried furiously to collect herself. Auryn was
still asleep, exhausted, they were alone and there was a mad man waiting
outside! When the thuds had stopped, Hanna almost felt relief for a
minute, until the voice, heavy and commanding boomed outside the door,
"Two lovely ladies, I know you are in there. Open this door now! You are
mine, and I will have you both!"
....to be continued...
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