The Changeling
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He stared at the vial in his hands. Was this really what he wanted?
What was he thinking? Of course it was. He had spent the last six months
working on it. How could he suddenly not want it anymore? He gazed off
into space, swirling the vial of clear liquid. Once he took the plunge,
there was no going back. With great mental effort, he pushed the doubt
from his mind. Resolve filled him; he knew he was meant for this.
Standing at his kitchen sink, near the make-shift lab that he had cobbled
together from bits and pieces of equipment he had stolen from work, he
pulled the stopper off the vial. Now exposed to oxygen, the liquid began
to froth, like a can of soda that had been shaken. He tipped the vial
slightly, so that the foam spilled out into the sink. Soon, the vial
calmed, and the liquid sat still, albeit with a slightly murkier
appearance, like milk mixed with water. He continued to swirl the vial,
and the liquid became warm.
It was ready.
Bracing himself, he took a deep breath, and held it.
And held it...
And held it...
He gasped for air. Still too chicken.
He chastised himself mentally. He was a scientist. He could do this! They
did experiments on people all the time, after all. What was one more?
Of course, said the small voice at the back of his mind, human
experiments always came after years of testing on animals, and even then,
only if the risk was guaranteed to be ninety-nine point nine percent
negligible. This concoction hadn't even been forced onto a housefly, let
alone a person.
He sighed. What difference did it make? He was never going to be able to
get another person to volunteer for such a dangerous test, even if they
knew what was supposed to happen and were still crazy enough to go for
it. He couldn't afford it, for one, and for another, the experiment was
just too unorthodox to get any kind of mainstream assistance. He'd be a
laughingstock, and probably lose his job, too, not to mention what they'd
do to him if they knew he had been stealing equipment.
No, he'd have to be the one to do it. Besides, if he didn't man up and do
it now, the batch would go sour and it would be another six months before
he would get a second chance. At best, he would be a success; fame,
fortune, recognition, and the chance to be the person he had always
dreamed of being. At worst, it would kill him. He realized with a pang of
sorrow that at this point, he'd rather be dead than be a failure.
He drank the vial, getting the whole thing down in three long gulps.
"Ugh," he grunted, making a face and wiping his mouth.
"I spent that long concocting the stuff, why couldn't I have taken a
little longer and made it taste better, too?"
He glanced at the clock built in to his microwave, noting the time
carefully. He could feel it inside his gut, sloshing around his stomach
as if he'd swallowed a water balloon. In a moment, it would settle and
mix into his digestive fluids, and then it wouldn't be long before it
went into his bloodstream. Soon, he thought.
Several minutes passed. He kept checking the time, and was starting to
get anxious. Had he done something wrong? No, he thought, mentally going
through the process again. If something was wrong at this point, it was
most likely his own biology. Could he possibly have built up an immunity
to the stuff in all that time he had been working on it?
Then he felt it. A pressure in his abdomen, focused just behind his belly
button. It was subtle, yet forceful, and soon it began to grow stronger.
If it weren't located quite as deep, he might have suspected trapped gas.
He smiled; he knew better.
The pressure kept building, and he began to sweat heavily. He was getting
very hot, and was panting trying to catch his breath. He tried to remove
his clothing, something he realized he should have done prior to drinking
the vial, but he was becoming very weak, and couldn't stop his body from
shaking. He managed to at least get his shirt unbuttoned when his stomach
muscles suddenly clenched up, his organs slithering around deep inside
him.
He dropped to his knees, shaking violently as he managed to undo his
belt, the shirt now hanging loosely around his waist, arms still in the
sleeves. Deep in his gut, he could feel things churning, pushing, as his
entrails morphed and began fighting for the same real estate. He doubled
over, sounds of tearing tissue and wet, slippery pops emanating from his
belly as his organs ripped themselves apart.
Clutching his stomach with both arms, a new feeling filled him. It was
like a pocket of relief was forming inside of him, a deep chasm between
his hips. It felt warm, and soothing, pulsing out from the center of the
pain and then down, wriggling like snakes into his groin. Still on his
knees, he instinctively bent backwards until his back rested on the
floor, the pressure now focusing on his testicles.
He became fiercely aroused. Blood flowed into his groin rapidly, leaving
him light headed as his testicles squeezed, forcing their contents out.
Blood and semen lanced out of his tip, his pants now hanging at his
ankles as his hips arced into the air. The pressure in his gut pushed
down through the path carved out by the newly formed void, channeled down
as if following a riverbed. His abdomen, already under stress from the
shifting organs, began to bulge out as the pressure relocated and
continued to grow.
His belly now horribly distended, and with the great pressure now focused
solely near his bladder, a new feeling gripped his still erect shaft. A
strong tug came from deep within the void, pulling through to the tip of
his penis. Slowly, the urinary tract began to recede, yanked up inside in
short, forceful pulls, the space it once occupied fusing shut behind it.
The hole at his tip closed, the skin smoothing over as he became flaccid.
His testicles, now less than half their original size, slowly pulled into
his body cavity, resting near the base of his shaft.
He lay there in misery, his eyes clenched shut as he felt every instant
of the transformation. He felt another pull, causing his still-raised
hips to buck back as though pushed by an invisible hand. More pulling
came soon after, causing his hips to buck over and over again, his
testicles pulled tightly into the gap at the base of his pelvis, stuck
between layers of flesh that hadn't been designed to let them through.
Finally, something gave, and with one last mighty tug, the now
miniaturized testes slurped up into the squirming mass of fluid and
tissue in his belly. He let out a low moan, some of the pain subsiding as
though granting him an intermission. His mind cleared some, and he took
the opportunity to change positions, moving as best he could so that his
back was now leaning against the wall. As he dragged himself across the
floor, the puddle of blood and reproductive fluid dragged with him,
leaving a grisly scene.
Now somewhat more comfortable, and with the pain reduced to little more
than a constant throbbing in his lower half, he ran his hands over
himself to get a feel for what had happened. His stomach was still bulged
out, and when his hang rested over it it jiggled. He pressed lightly on
it, causing a searing pain that made him wish he hadn't. He tried again,
more gently this time, and it felt like he was touching a bag of water.
Next he ran a hand down to his crotch. His penis, though much unchanged,
felt raw to the touch, and was extremely red; the head was incredibly
sensitive, and he gasped in pleasure as his fingers brushed it. His now
empty scrotum lay flat against his body, and a dark line down the middle
neatly bisected it. The skin felt thicker, and he found that, like the
penis, it was now much more sensitive.
He was just beginning to look for his testicles when a rippling sensation
in his abdomen stole his attention. Once more, this feeling originated in
the void between his hips, which now seemed somehow more solid in the
jiggling sack of goo that was now his gut. Two muted pops, one at each
side of his belly, told him all he needed to know about just where his
gonads had disappeared to. A warmth spread from them, and as it spread
throughout his body he let out a sigh of relief; estrogen.
It was official, then. He had ovaries. This meant that the experiment
would most likely succeed. He had been worried at first, as he hadn't
anticipated the initial changes to be so violent, but now it seemed as
though everything was going to plan. His thoughts were interrupted by a
new sensation in his groin, accompanied by a sound like tearing cloth.
The void, which he now recognized as his uterus, was continuing its
downward push, forcing an opening and warping the flesh behind the skin
of his scrotum. It hurt, at first, though not nearly as badly as before,
before becoming what he considered to actually be quite pleasurable. He
began to pant again, captivated by the lust of it as a cleft formed
between his legs, the first sign of femininity developing around his
shrinking member.
He reached his hands down slowly, rubbing his manhood as it retreated,
the head becoming a brand new clitoris as the base of his shaft split,
leaving a hollow for his previously male tip to be swallowed up in a
slimy, slippery spectacle. It popped into its new home, and he curled his
toes in pleasure, back arched, as the nerves re-wired themselves to this
new hardware. His scrotum tore in half, merging with the remains of his
cock to form full, sensitive lips. With a breathy gasp, he became a
woman, at least on the outside.
Just as the path to his uterus had been forming from the inside, the
opening at his vagina began pushing in to meet it halfway. Still rubbing
his clitoris with one hand, he slid the fingers of his other between his
new labia. At first, they only went in about a quarter of an inch, but as
the opening deepened, he was able to slide them in further. For the first
time in his life, he became aroused as a female, the mucus membrane
forming and coating his vagina with slick. He became "wet".
He was really getting into it, his fingers pumping in and out, in and
out, faster and faster, while the other hand rubbed his clitoris with a
fervor. Somewhere along the line, he noticed that his sweat, which still
poured from him in buckets, smelled like a woman's. A minor detail, but a
significant one, he knew, as it meant that his body had been almost
completely purged of masculine hormones at this point.
This turned him on even more, and he began bucking his hips again, the
pleasure reaching an all-time high. Finally overcome by foreign hormones
and his new-found feminine lust, he let go into the fit of animal
sensation, thrusting his whole fist into his engorged and gaping vagina.
He became lost in the motion, the feeling building within him, like he
was climbing up the side of a mountain, getting higher and higher. He
ached in ecstasy.
Finally, he climaxed, reaching full orgasm. His muscles clenched, and he
screamed in joy as the opening completed, his womanhood now connected to
the depths of his womb. The pleasure began to subside, his muscles still
contracting as he caught his breath. The bulge in his gut began forcing
itself lower, and with one final, massive push, the dam burst, and in
great spurts, the milky, liquid remains of what had been his internal
male organs sprayed out of his vagina. His belly emptied, and the skin
looked like a deflated beach ball. Long, sinuous strands of tissue,
blood, and mucus clung thickly to the floor between his legs, adding to
the mess from before.
The pain gone, and the pressure subsided thanks to his recent blowout, he
felt a renewed sense of strength and vitality, a feeling he likened to
when one first feels well again after being sick. He closed his eyes,
breathing in the life of it in great, refreshing lungfuls. The odor of
his bodily rejection brought him back to the moment, however, and he
smiled. How very unladylike, he thought, and blushed a little in
embarrassment as he wrinkled his nose at the scent of his new sex. He
shook his head, clearing his mind before he lost focus.
"What a mess!" he said aloud.
With all of the blood and tissue, it looked like he had just given birth.
"Perhaps, in a way, I have," he said.
Slowly rising to his feet, he leaned against the wall for support.
Feeling very woozy from the loss of blood and the amazing amount of
trauma he had just been through, he worked his way over to the sink for a
glass of water. He knew he was dangerously dehydrated, and he only had a
little bit of time before the transformation would pick up again. He
might be a woman where it counts, he thought, but he wasn't out of the
woods yet.
He quickly downed three large glasses of cool, refreshing water. He felt
much better, but now realized two things; one, he was dead tired, to the
point where he could barely keep his eyes open, and two, he still had his
pants around his ankles. His shirt was lying on the floor, having fallen
off of him during his episode, and his pants, shoes, and socks, like
seemingly everything else, were covered in blood. He peeled out of his
soiled clothes, and went into the bedroom, putting down a few towels
before laying on the bed. He would have liked to clean himself, both to
get rid of the mess as well as explore his new territory some more, but
he resisted the urge; the transformation would continue any moment.
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