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Snatched!
by vessica b
Doctor Hillerman peers through the peephole of the hotel room door. On
the other side stands a busty blond. Long, straight hair and ice blue
eyes. Major cleavage, small waist, and flaring hips. She's wearing a
very short dress that seems painted on. Dark hose, stiletto heels, and a
small purse complete her ensemble. She looks bored.
The doctor is excited. They sent over the perfect girl. He has a thing
for large-breasted blonds. Being middle-aged, less than attractive, and
socially inept, he meets his needs by doing business with, shall we say,
an 'escort agency'.
*****
In the room across the hall, Suit #1 turns away from the peephole. "The
hooker just showed. His usual type. Looks like we've got an hour to
kill."
Suit #2 is on the couch. He glances over his newspaper, "I hate these
baby-sitting jobs. Following a damn egg-head around all day. Making sure
he doesn't talk to the wrong people." He tosses the paper aside and
stands, "I'm hungry. Let's see what room service has for sandwiches."
*****
He lets her in, locking the door after. She heads for the bathroom,
talking over her shoulder, "Give me a minute to get ready, Sugar. Why
don't you get undressed?"
Doctor Hillerman strips in record time and lays back on the bed. It's
been three long months since he's been with a woman.
She emerges from the bathroom wearing just her stockings. Wasting no
time, she crawls between his legs, wets her lips with her tongue, and
slides them down over his cock. He comes on the third stroke. She smiles
up at him, "Been a while, has it? Don't worry, honey. Happens all the
time. I know just how to fix this." And she does. Taking him in her
mouth again, she works her magic. Within minutes, he is ready to go.
This time she straddles his hips and traps his manhood between their
bodies. Her warm, wet pussy presses against the front of his cock.
Holding his gaze, she slides forward, then backward. Slowly. Again and
again. He moans in pleasure, until he can stand it no longer. "Please.
Take me. I need to be inside you." She tilts her pelvis and pushes. His
head eases between her lips. He gasps. She waits, then slowly pushes
down, engulfing him. He can't contain himself, "Ooooh ... that feels
sooo good." She works him expertly, bobbing, twisting, clenching,
pausing. Over and over, changing the rhythm, always stopping when he's
on the brink. After several minutes of teasing, she goes all out,
bringing him to an explosive release.
The doctor is red-faced and panting. She quickly gets on all fours and
urges him behind her. He moves into position, only to realize that last
mind-blowing orgasm has left him quite soft.
"No problem, Sugar. Why don't you try fisting me? I love being so full,
and I'll make sure it's good for you, too." She arches her back and
spreads her legs. Her lips are swollen and open, and she's well
lubricated from their prior exertions.
He pushes two fingers inside her. They go in easily. He tries three,
then four. She feels so warm and snug. Slowly, his entire hand sinks
between her lips, up to the wrist. The sensation is indescribable. He
can almost feel her pussy gently sucking on him. She purrs, "That feels
sooooo good, Sugar. Don't stop now." He pushes carefully, expecting to
run out of room. Inch by inch, his arm glides between her slick lips,
until he's in up to his elbow. The doctor is astounded. The erotic
sucking is real. He cannot believe how good it feels.
She moans, urging him on, "More. Please. Don't stop." Unsure how to
proceed, he tries his other hand. Amazingly, it slips past her lips.
With her encouragement, he continues. Soon both arms are elbow-deep, and
he can see an open space between them. In this position, his eyes are
millimeters from the gap. He stares directly into the void. Dark. Warm.
So inviting. She gently rocks her body and moans, "Deeper. Deeper. I
need you inside me."
He doesn't understand how she's doing this, but spreads his elbows wide.
Her lips stretch further, enlarging the opening between his arms. She
pushes back against him, and gasps as his head squeezes through the
opening. He can feel her tight, wet lips pass slickly over him.
Startled, he opens his mouth to cry out, and finds he can still breathe.
His arms, head, and shoulders are completely inside her! He should be
scared, but instead feels warm and safe. Strange. He can't see, but he
can hear her clearly. She cries out, "Deeper! Fill me up!" She's rocking
harder. The gentle pulsing of her vagina grows into something more
insistent. Her lips tighten about his shoulders. Swiftly the
constriction moves up through her body like a wave, creating a strong
suction. He feels himself being drawn inside her. Another wave, stronger
than the first. Inch by inch, he slides in further.
The tempo increases. Wave after wave ripples the length of her body. It
feels sooooo good, like she is trying to swallow him whole. With each
wave, more of him slips inside. He suddenly realizes half his body is
engulfed, and he's still sliding into her. Alarmed, he tries to pull
back. Her body swallows again. He feels his hands and arms squeezing
into slippery tubes. The constrictions continue to squeeze him forward.
He struggles, kicking. Another wave. Then another. And another. Her lips
are now a warm, tight band around his waist. Panic seizes him. The
suction is stronger than he is. The convulsions become faster, more
powerful. He feels his head pop into something as his hips are
relentlessly pulled inside her.
Fuzzy colors. They coalesce into lines. Suddenly he can see. He's on all
fours, facing a pillow. He hears a throaty chuckle, "Let's give you
something more interesting to look at." He feels himself roll over and
lay on his back, his head propped on that same pillow. Panic seizes him
as he realizes he had no control over that movement. The chuckle comes
again, "That's right, Sugar. From this point on, you're just along for
the ride."
'His' head tilts, and he can see 'his' body. Her body. His legs and
genitals are protruding from her vagina. Her hips are stretched
impossibly wide. Her arms and torso are grossly distended.
He can feel her mouth grinning, "Hmmm ... can't have your legs getting
cold, now can we?" She leans forward and stretches her pussy with one
hand. With the other, she bends his right leg at the knee and pulls it
inside her. Massaging with both hands, she works it down inside her leg.
He sees and feels everything, but has no control. Without stopping, she
goes to work on his left leg. Soon both her legs are lumpy and swollen
as well. Only his genitals protrude. "Oh, dear. A proper lady can't have
things like that dangling, now can she?" She tucks his cock away, then
stretches her lips and pulls downward. His balls plop inside. She
releases her lips, they pull together, and no part of him is visible.
"Hang on, Sugar. This ride is about to get a little bumpy."
He's scared to death. He wants to cry out, but he has no control over
her body. In his mind he pleads with her, "Why are you doing this?
Please, for the love of God, let me out!"
"I can't do that, hon. You've already paid for the whole hour. Besides,
don't you wanna know how this ends? Now strap into your seat. We're
about to hit some turbulence."
There is a warm tingling all over. Over the next 20 minutes, fever,
aches, cramps, and convulsions wrack her body. He feels everything. A
dense, warm slime pours from every body opening. There is so much it
spills from the bed onto the floor.
Finally, it's over. She gets up from the messy bed and glances at the
clock. Just enough time to get cleaned up. She showers quickly. Once
clean and dry, she wipes the steam off the mirror and inspects herself.
A gorgeous blond with big tits and pretty blue eyes stares back. She has
a narrow waist and killer legs, not a hint of the brilliant Doctor
Hillerman. She wiggles back into the skin-tight dress, then pulls on a
fresh set of hose from her purse. Stepping into her heels, she gives her
makeup one last check, and strides to the door.
Letting the door lock behind her, she risks a brief sideways glance at
the door across the hall. She knows who is there, and that they're
watching. It's so tempting to give them a wink, but she turns her gaze
down the hall towards the elevators. Putting an extra swing in her step,
she gives them a good show as she walks away.
*****
It's Suit #2's turn to watch. "She's leaving now. Right on time. Man,
look at those hips swivel! I wonder what an hour with her would run
me?" He turns from the door. "The doc usually takes about 15 minutes to
shower. I'll check us out awhile." He waits for the hall to clear before
leaving.
Suit #1 stands looking out the balcony windows as he thinks, "The doc
may be a genius, but he's never figured out we're always here, keeping
him, and his research, safe."
*****
Heading down to the lobby she leaves the hotel. A cab whisks her across
town, where it pulls up to a building belonging to a high-tech research
facility. Within minutes, she's escorted to a lab on the 4th floor.
A man wearing a lab coat approaches. He gives a mock bow. "Ah, good
afternoon, Barb. Always a pleasure. I trust you have Doctor Hillerman
with you?
She responded to his playful greeting with a small curtsey, "Good
afternoon to you, Doctor Morgan. And yes, I have Doctor Hillerman."
His face splits into a wide smile. "Excellent. I trust he gave you no
trouble?"
"The retrieval went as planned. By the time he started fighting it, he
was in too deep. I contained him without incident, and left the room on
schedule. His security detail never suspected a thing." She grins, "He's
very upset right now. He wants out."
He laughs, "And here I thought you were definitely his type. Don't tell
me he doesn't appreciate your efforts as host?" He emphasizes that last
word, then pauses and turns serious, "I guess we'd better get this over
with. Barb, please allow Doctor Hillerman speech, but no motor control."
Doctor Hillerman wastes no time, "WHAT have ..." He pauses, face
contorting. "My voice! I sound like a woman!" His rage returns,"WHAT
have you done to me? WHY am I in this ridiculous body? WHERE am I? And
who the HELL are ..." At a nod from Doctor Morgan, the tirade chops off.
"I apologize, Doctor, for having Barbara cut you off like that. I
understand you are angry and confused. Perhaps it would help if I tell
you a story. Barb, why don't you have a seat?" They both make themselves
comfortable. "Please allow Doctor Hillerman speech, subject to good
behavior.
"Doctor, more than a year ago, our team made some incredible
breakthroughs in the field of nano-technology. We found ourselves able
to create smaller, faster, smarter nano-bots, that could network with
each other. After testing some simpler constructs, we assembled Barbie
here. Named, of course, after the famous doll she resembles. She was
built with one purpose ... to obtain your services for our use.
"What we built was a woman-shaped man trap in more ways than one.
Constructed entirely of nano-bots, she has amazing abilities, some of
which you've already experienced. The power to change skin, hair and eye
color, able to grow or shrink, inhumanly flexible, disease resistant,
heals at a phenomenal rate from nearly any injury. And she ages much,
much slower than we do. She is, as you have discovered, in TOTAL control
of that beautiful body." He stops to take a sip of water.
Doctor Hillerman responds, "I ... thi ... this whole story is
preposterous!" He pauses, "And yet ... I cannot deny that I am here."
His/her voice drops, "Or am I? I wonder ... just how much of me is
really here? It's certain that very little of my original self could fit
inside this ... this life-size Barbie doll of yours."
"That is correct, Doctor. We needed your essence, your intelligence,
your brain."
"But how is this possible? If this body contains my brain, as it must,
then where is hers? There can't possibly be room for two brains in
here."
"Barbara does not have a brain as you and I do. She employs distributed
processing. Every nano-bot in her body is, in effect, part of her
intelligence. If you will permit me a small joke, before she met you,
Barbie was an empty-headed blond", he chuckles. "Now she has a brain in
that pretty little head. Your brain, Doctor. Well, not just your brain.
Your entire nervous system too. Try to think of her as your host."
"But what happened to the rest of me? What have you done with my body?"
Doctor Morgan tilts his head, "Your body still exists, in a fashion. At
least all the material that made it up does. It's in that hotel room.
That is, if maid service hasn't cleaned yet."
Suddenly, Doctor Hillerman remembers waking up in that hotel room in the
body of the escort with foul dark slime covering the bed and spilling
over onto the floor. "That slime? That was me? WHAT did you DO?!?!"
"Your 'host' simply processed and expelled what wasn't needed. Your
skin, muscles, and bones were all reduced to an organic jell so it could
be easily excreted. The same goes for all your major organs. While one
team of nano-bots worked to remove the 'dead weight', another team was
busy hooking all your nerves into her body. Otherwise you would be
completely without senses. Also, you'll eventually be able to control
that body, under her supervision, and intervention, if necessary.
"Think of it this way, Doctor. She has a wonderful body. You have a
brain we need. One becomes a vessel for the other. An elegant solution,
don't you think?"
"Bu ... but that means ... I'm STUCK!! I'm trapped in here! Me! THE
world-renowned Doctor Hillerman! Imprisoned in this walking wet-dream of
a woman's body!"
"Well, yes." He grins, "I guess that will take some getting used to on
your part. However, there are advantages." He ticks off points on his
fingers. "You were middle-aged; now you are young. You were flabby and
overweight; now you are trim, toned, and healthy. You were ug ... er ...
let's say plain-looking; now you are beautiful. You were mortal; now you
need not fear injury, sickness, or aging. If that isn't enough, you are
the first man to truly experience what it's like to be a woman." His
grin widens, "I have to say, Doctor Hillerman, I'm almost tempted to try
it myself."
"You trapped me! You destroyed me and you trapped me in this bimbo body!
How can I possibly live like this? HOW can I WORK like this?!?!"
"Oh, you will live and adapt. Barbara will see to that. And, eventually,
you will begin to work with us. One thing I'm certain of is that you're
not the type to give up your life's work. We've insured that you can
only work with us. I see you disagree. Think on this, Doctor. As I
mentioned before, Barbara has TOTAL control over that body. She can
allow you various degrees of freedom, or none. She can even block off
all sensory input to your brain. She can be a real bitch or she can be
your best friend. Keep that in mind always. The two of you will be
sharing that body for a very long time. Will it be your prison? Or will
it be your ticket to a new life? The choice is yours. My advice? Make
the most of it because there is no going back."
*****
Suit #1 is getting worried. "The doc is taking way too long. Go up and
make sure he's OK. I'll keep an eye on the entrance." Suit #2 nods and
heads back into the hotel.
It doesn't take long for Suit #1 and Suit #2 to realize the doctor has
disappeared right under their noses, leaving a hotel room empty of
everything but a huge amount of smelly slime. Their employers are not
impressed.
*****
Doctor Morgan rises and stretches his legs. "Doctor Hillerman, we'll
speak again tomorrow after you've had some time to reflect. Barb, it's
been a long day. Why don't you head on home?"
After they leave, Doctor Morgan pours a coffee and strolls over to the
window. The entrapment of the Doctor went better than he'd hoped. He
considers the simulations his team has run, the projections they've
made. Barbie and the Doctor will be spending every second of every day
together, living, working, eating, sleeping, and playing in the same
body. The consequences are inevitable. Given time, their two intellects,
their two personalities, will slowly merge. Since the body they share is
totally female, and Barbie has complete control, the result is
predictable. Six months from now, maybe a little more, and there will be
one complete, whole person living in that amazing, beautiful body. A
gorgeous woman with the genius of Doctor Hillerman at her command.
He wonders how it would feel. It's within his power to experience it. He
sighs and turns from the window. To be swallowed alive, transformed
beyond all recognition, melded with another personality until the two
become one. A cold shiver runs down his spine. The very thought scares
the hell out of him.
He'll never know.
FINI
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