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Chapter 2: The Lair
I woke up disoriented. My head throbbed. I reached for my head and
realized I couldn't move my arm. I could feel something wrapped around
my wrist presumably restraining it. That wasn't the problem. It seemed
my arm was paralyzed. My brain was telling it to move, but it wasn't
even twitching. My eyes snapped open. I tried to turn my head. That too
felt restrained and my neck seemed paralyzed as well. The only part I
could move was my eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my arms. They were held above
my head by odd-looking metal cuffs. Looking around as much as I could
with only my eyes, it appeared I was in a big clear cylinder. Tubes
were running down my throat. At least one of which seemed to be
inflating and deflating my lungs. A machine was breathing for me. I
couldn't tell what the other tubes' purpose was.
Outside the glass cylinder I noticed what looked like a messy lab. Test
tubes and equipment is strewn about seemingly randomly. Wires and tubes
ran everywhere. Classic computer with blinking lights in the corner.
Something massive moved in the back of the room. It looked like a
rainbow-colored version of Jabba from the famous wizards in space
movies.
Tearing my eyes away from the massive creature, my eyes fell on an
elderly man in a lab coat that was once white. His hair was as unkempt
as his coat. His eyes were full of intelligence and mischief. He was
busy doing something with a bunch of mixtures and test tubes.
Continuing my scan of the room my eyes fell on a young woman near him.
She was short and rail-thin. She looked to be 16 years old.
Finally noticing that I was awake, the man turned to address me.
"Welcome to my lab," he said. "You have many questions I'm sure. Let me
start by introducing everyone. I'm the doctor. You don't need to know
my real name or anything more about me at this time. Just think of me
as 'the doctor.'"
He turned to the thin young woman to his left.
"This is Bitty Becky! She is, or rather was, my wife," the doctor said.
"She turns 81 this year. She always hated the nickname Becky. She
always preferred 'Rebecca'. She doesn't care anymore though. She was an
early experiment of mine in age reversal. Unfortunately I stopped her
aging a bit too soon. Was still trying to get the hang of it then. Also
this first attempt had mental instabilities. She remembers almost
nothing. My attempts at preventing aging also prevent her from forming
new memories. The upside is that when I made her form permanent, her
new form was a virgin. She always forgets that she ever had sex, so I
get virginal sex every night! It is quite an upside to a mistake.
Learned a lot from that attempt."
He turned toward the massive creature behind him.
"And this was a bit of an experiment gone wrong the other way," he
continued. "Meet Titan Tits! I felt my first attempt lacked something
in the chest and hip area. I over-corrected a bit. Oh well, learned a
lot from that attempt too."
The creature shifted a bit and I could see now that it was female in
form. Her hips must have been three feet across. It was her breasts
that tethered her to the floor. Each breast was almost spherical. Each
had a diameter almost equal to her height. I tried to recoil in horror,
but my body failed to even twitch.
"Yes well," the doctor shrugged. "I forgot to account for puberty. She
was the correct size, a nice pleasant 'L' cup before I re-aged her. She
looked good at 12, but then I brought her to approximately 20. When I
did so... Well, you can see the results. When I could tell that she
would be a colossal failure, I used her as a canvas to test my theories
on permanent skin color changes and variations. She ended up a bit
technicolor. Who is she? Sarah, if I remember correctly... Picked her
up in a bar."
Sarah Ellis Murphy. She was a young professional 26 years old when she
went missing almost 11 months ago. Made the news for weeks. Nothing I
could do to help her now.
"Well, whoever she was, she is Titan Tits now."
"I couldn't get her to stop screaming at me, all night and day," the
doctor explained. "So after I learned all I could about changing her
voice, I cut her vocal cords. Now she can't say anything. At least I
don't have to put up with her constant screams. I hope you will be more
cooperative."
"Now, on to you," the doctor said. "I am going to make you into my
ideal assistant!"
Allow me a brief sidebar to explain my physical appearance. I was 43
years old, six foot three inches (1.9 meters) tall, 265 pounds (120
kg). Some of that was muscle, but not most. Dark brown hair and a full
beard.
The doctor boasted, "If I can turn someone as clearly male as you into
my lovely female assistant, I am capable of anything!"
Of course I knew what was likely in store for me as I had wished all of
this on myself in a fit of stupid lust. I was terrified. I knew how bad
it was going to be. Faced with the reality of having to be the bimbo I
dreamed up, the prospect wasn't nearly as appealing as the fantasy had
been.
"We will start by regressing your age. One year per day at first. Once
you get down to 19 we'll slow to about 4 months per day. Once we get
you to a physical prepubescent age of 10, we'll make the genetic
changes, make some surgical changes, then let you age and see if you
turn out! Won't this be exciting?"
"I'll be using a mixture of nanites and retroviruses similar to CRISPR
that I've developed. The combination should produce the desired effect.
At least I hope it will. MUWAHAHAHAHA!"
"Well, no time like the present to start I suppose," he concluded.
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked over to a console and
clicked the mouse a few times. The tank I was in started filling with a
thick yellowish fluid.
Panicked I willed my arms to move. They didn't even twitch. I would
have been hyperventilating if the machine wasn't slowly breathing for
me.
As the tank filled, the doctor added a few last remarks, "You'll be
able to breathe through those tubes I've installed. One has the supply
air, another has the return air, and a third allows me to pump things
into your stomach. Oh I'll have you pretty drugged up for the next
couple of months. I find the process is less mentally damaging that
way. I almost forgot you can't move because I've paralyzed you to
prevent you from thrashing around and hurting yourself. I'll remove the
block once you have enough drugs to keep you calm."
Before the fluid filling the tank reached my head, I saw some blue
colored fluid flow down one of the tubes inserted into my mouth.
Shortly thereafter things went hazy as I went semi-conscious.
I was vaguely aware of the passage of time. Random snapshots of the
doctor staring into the cylinder at me. Of his creations moving about.
Of equipment being shuffled about in the lab. The lab seemed to grow.
I woke up clear-headed. The haze about me was gone. The cylinder was
still full of liquid. I still had the tubes down my throat. My mind was
clear and sharp. I could tell time passed, but I couldn't tell how
much. Everything looked bigger than I remembered it. My cylindrical
prison certainly looked bigger. Somehow the restraints were still
present. It seemed they adjusted in size along with my body.
Additionally, there were what looked like IVs added to both my arms. My
arms and legs were pulled tight in a spread eagle. I couldn't move
much. About the only thing I could do is turn my head.
I was scared. Mentally, I was in full panic mode. The machines slowly
filled, then emptied my lungs.
The doctor suddenly appeared in my field of view.
"The age regression worked perfectly!" he exclaimed. His voice was
oddly distorted through the fluid in the cylinder. I could still make
out what he was saying. "Now for phase two. I'll introduce this
retrovirus. It will change your genetic code to give you the desired
characteristics."
He hit a button. I could feel the cold fluid enter my thin arms.
"Should take about a week to take full effect," he said as he left my
field of view.
I was still tightly restrained. Looking around, I could see some
additional smaller cylinders similar to the one I was trapped in. Maybe
2 feet in diameter and 18 inches tall with something growing in each
one. There looked to be about a dozen of them. I wondered what they
were for.
I noticed movement in the corner of the room. The creature formerly
Sarah was there. She was impaled by a device in her mouth. It looked
like a similar one was in her ass or vagina, I couldn't tell which. The
devices appeared to be a large dildo that was slowly rotating and
thrusting in and out. She was tied suspended above the floor at almost
eye level. Her disfigured body stretched spread eagle. Her enormous
breasts rested on the floor below her.
Suddenly cramps started hitting my stomach. I would have doubled over
in pain if I could. My arms and legs were still stretched spread eagle.
Slowly what felt like fire spread outward from my abdomen to every part
of my body. Soon even my fingernails felt like they were on fire. I
tried to scream, but the tubes down my throat prevented any air moving
across my vocal cords. Soon I became delirious from pain.
I felt like I was sweating. It was hard to tell if the feeling was real
in a liquid-filled vat. The pain continued for what felt like years but
was probably only days. I faded in and out of consciousness.
Eventually, the pain started to fade away.
Not much changed from what I could see. My arms were maybe a bit
smaller and more slender, but not much. Sarah was in a different
restraint, still being fucked at both ends. The lights in the lab
turned off. I fell into actual sleep for the first time in a long time.
It was an uncomfortable and fitful sleep, but it was actual sleep.
I awoke with a start. The doctor was staring into the cylinder at me.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully. "Today you get your first
surgeries, but first you should see what you look like."
He brought over a mirror. There I was floating in a cylinder of
yellowish liquid. Arms and legs outstretched spread eagle. I was
completely unrecognizable. My head was smaller, rounder, and bald.
Everything about my face was completely different. My nose was smaller.
My lips were bigger. My eye color changed. The list went on. My arms
were toothpicks and my hands were tiny. Moving downward, My frame was
thinner than before. I had tiny prepubescent breasts. Continuing
downward, the obvious expected change was that instead of a penis, I
had a hairless slit between my legs. My legs were long for my size and
very slender.
"Night night," the doctor said.
I felt something cold enter my left arm and I lost consciousness.
Consciousness returned. I was back in that cursed cylinder. My hips
were on fire and my feet ached. My chest ached as well. It felt like a
baseball bat was shoved up my ass. The dozen or so cylinders that had
been growing things were now empty.
"There is a limit how far I can push things genetically," the doctor
said appearing in my field of view. He paced in front of my cylinder.
"Simulations show how wide I can grow your hips or how large of breasts
I can make you grow. It isn't sufficient though. So I gave genetics a
boost surgically. If I perform the surgery before I age you, the scars
disappear, so I prefer to do as many as possible at this stage. For
you, I grew six pairs of breasts in these vats," he said gesturing to
the now-empty vats. "I merged them with your own so that you will grow
much bigger breasts than I could give you with genetics alone. Don't
worry, you won't be a big as Titan Tits. Now you need to heal. The
liquid that you are in will cause you to heal faster and with less
scarring."
He turned and busied himself about the lab. It was a long and boring
week. I gathered from his mutterings to himself that he had done
something to my feet. Something about high heels. He had also widened
my hips, though I had no idea how much. He had also combined all six
pairs of nipples with my own. Something about nanomachine microsurgery
to make mine much bigger than before. He had also, according to his
mutterings, combined the nerve endings of all six pairs of breasts in
mine as well. He had also apparently done the same for my clitoris. At
least if his mutterings are to be believed.
He also said something about rerouting my urethra to give myself enemas
every time I peed.
Every day or so, he would put Sarah in some other bondage and leave her
being fucked. Some days she would be missing from the lab.
I assumed that he kept regular daily schedules. I assumed that when he
turned out the light and left for an extended period, it corresponded
roughly with the night. When Sarah was there, he would also help
himself to her various holes. He fucked her several times a day.
Occasionally the doctor's wife would come into my field of view, but
she would quickly bore of the lab and leave.
I was scared. Everything was so big. I knew what was coming and what a
freak I would be. I didn't know how I would function with all the
changes in store. Eventually fear gave way to boredom.
A long boring week later, most of my aches had passed. The ache in my
ass continued to grow. One morning I woke up groggy with the doctor
staring into my tube. My midsection ached and my feet felt squeezed,
but I couldn't figure out why. The doctor must have drugged me while I
slept and made additional changes.
"Time to re-age you and see how you turn out," the doctor said
excitedly.
He set up a mirror so that I could see the progress. I still looked
like a young child (although a cute one) but now my breasts were at
least "C" cup. I was still shocked to see breasts on my reflection. My
nipples already looked full-grown. My hips were womanly, not the hips
of a child. There was a thigh gap that I could fit my whole (albeit
smaller) fist in. A tube came out between my legs. As near as I could
tell, it went into my aching butt hole. My feet pointed downward in
metal casts and a metal corset similar to my wrist cuffs extended from
the lower curves of my breasts to just above the slit between my legs.
It was tight enough that I felt I was being squeezed in two.
I felt the cold fluid enter the IV of my arm and things became hazy
again.
Over the next three months, the thing I remember most was the pain.
Every inch of my body ached. Brief moments of lucidity punctuated the
haze. Each time I came to, the girl in the mirror had turned more into
the woman I had described to the genie. My nipples grew even larger. My
breasts grew enormous. My hips continued to widen. The tight metal
corset only lengthened. The casts on my feet remained in place. My hair
came in. Blonde, a platinum blond. It billowed in the liquid above and
behind me. My skin lightened to a pale milky color with a slight
pinkish hue. Almost doll-like in its perfectly smooth pale consistency.
When I dozed, which was most of the time, the dreams were strange. It
was like something was connected directly to my subconscious telling me
things and directing my dreams. In my dreams, I was a woman very
similar to the one that the genie showed me. I was being trained in
various oral techniques. Both on males and females, but especially on
men. Each time was different. The cocks grew progressively larger as
the dreams progressed. I was being trained to give oral sex. Soon I
would be a cocksucker.
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