On the Run          by: Stacy Bolan

 

Part 2 - The Chamber

"Understand that you are mad, I already know that", I screamed. "Let me go, I'd rather take my chances on the street." "Joseph we're not going to hurt you. We're going to help you" mother told me in the soothing tones she had used when I was young. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She really believed that they could turn me into a woman.

The next voice I heard was my grandmother's. I could hear her saying to my Aunts, "He must be changed soon or they may find him. He is a lot older than any of you were and it will take longer." I looked at my Grandmother and she just smiled at me and said, "Joseph you may not understand this, but we need to act soon. Will you cooperate with us or will we need to force you?"

As soon as I said it I wished I hadn't, but it was too late. "You lot are insane, if you let me go now I'll get you all the help you need." What had possessed me to push them? My police trainers had always taught me not to antagonize people in hostage situations. It only makes it worse they had taught. Well they were right, Aunt Stephanie quickly prepared another needle and then jabbed me with it. I had no idea what had been in the latest needle but soon found myself losing consciousness.

When I came around, I was in a glass tube like thing. It reminded me of a test tube. The tube had all sorts of electronic equipment around it and more hoses running into it than I could count. Whilst my grandmother watched me, my mother and my aunts busied themselves with the electronic equipment. Soon, I could hear hydraulic pumps and a thick black goo was being pumped into the tube via the hose closest to the bottom. The stuff stank and felt like molasses. When it was up to my knees it suddenly stopped.

Aunt Samantha then walked up to the tube and yelled, "When it gets up to your neck and higher don't hold your breath. Holding your breath will cause it to take longer." They were going to drown me in this crap. Of course I was going to hold my breath. How ironic life can be I thought. I had run away from the police and the mob to save my life and now my family is going to kill me.

The goo started flowing again and continued to flow into the tank until it was up to my chest. Then the second hose started it was high pressure and the liquid was purple in color. It soon started to mix with the black goo and was quickly getting higher in the tube.

Just before it reached my mouth, I could remember thinking this stuff burns. I then had no other alternative than to fight for my life. I held my breath for as long as possible but soon felt like I was going to pass out. The last thing I remember is breathing the stuff into my lungs, I knew it wouldn't be long now. I was dying.

Forget all that rubbish you hear about your life flashing before your eyes, all I can remember is thinking about all the people I would never see again and all the things I would never get to do.

When I next came too, I had no idea where I was. I tried to look around but realized that I couldn't move or feel anything. All I could do was look straight at the door of the room I was in. The room smelt wonderful and I appeared to be lying on a bed. "Great I'm dead and still I can't move" I thought. "At least I'm away from those maniacs here."

When the door to the room opened, I looked up and I knew I was in hell. Mother and her sisters were coming into the room. When they looked at me, mother said "She's finally awake, I wondered when she would come around." Oh great I thought, I'm not dead and now they think I'm a woman." Aunt Samantha then came up close to my head and picked up something. It was a bucket and it was full of the stuff from the tube.

She then turned to Aunt Stephanie and said, "It looks like she has got it all out of her system." All of what? I thought. She then continued "and from the look of her the change is well under way." What in the hell were they talking about, I was a male and they kept saying she and her when they referred to me. Just how crazy are these women? I thought. They almost drown me and they think that changed me into a woman.

Maybe, if I played along with them, I could escape them. When I tried to speak I could only manage a squeak that they took no notice of. They then left the room and I was alone again. A while after they left I started to feel pins and needles in my fingers and toes. A little later I wanted to die, as I felt like hell. My body felt like I had been run over by a bus and my stomach felt like someone was squeezing it in a vice.

When the pain became unbearable, I started to moan. They must have heard the moaning as Aunt Stephanie rushed into the room. She jabbed me again with a needle and said, "I'm sorry we didn't think your sense of feeling would come back so soon. When you come too again it should be over." Before I could even try to reply I was once again losing consciousness.

"Welcome back sleepy head", were the first words I heard. I then opened my eyes and saw my mother sitting on the side of the bed. "Here, let me help you up sweetie. I'm sure you would like to see your new self." She said to me. I had decided to humor them so I just nodded my head. As I sat up with mothers help, the sheet that had been covering me slipped down and I noticed that I was wearing a nightgown.

Mother helped me to stand and I felt something on my chest sway. As I tried to move towards the mirror my balance was off and I fell. Mother tried to stop my fall by grabbing at my nightgown but it just ripped and I fell flat on my face and something else. I rolled over and looked at myself and then looked at mother.

"My God, I've got tits" I exclaimed. "Of course you do, all women do" mother replied. "The Change went quite well, there's only one little problem. Well it's not that little really." Mother then helped me up and moved me over to the mirror. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jo" mother said. I looked and I saw a stunning woman wearing just a bra and panties.

My tits hurt a bit from where I fell on them, so I gave them a bit of a rub. It was amazing it felt so good and my whole body tingled. As I looked down at them I noticed my arms and hands. They also were different, more feminine. I then had to look at my whole body. I started with my head, my face was different, and somehow more like a woman's. My hair although still short was now a strawberry blonde.

Looking down further, my neck was more slender and I didn't have an Adam's apple. My shoulders were not as broad and my skin seemed to be a little different. It was smoother and lighter in color. I continued down my body noticing all the changes, the narrower waist and the wider hips. I then looked at my legs, they were not the strong masculine legs I had previously. They were shapely and looked like my ex-girlfriends legs.

I pinched myself hoping it was all a dream but all I succeeded in doing was hurting myself. Mother just looked at me with pride and said, "Well how do you feel?" I looked at her and replied, "I don't really know. How am I supposed to feel? You've made me look like a woman."

"Well, almost" mother said, "Turn back to the mirror and remove your panties." I followed mother's instructions and what I saw astounded me. I still had a cock and balls and they were huge. I had not been small before by any means, but what was now between my legs was much bigger.

I looked at mother and said. "What gives, am I one of those she-males or something now?" Mother shrugged her shoulders and answered, "Josephine, we don't know. The chamber has never done this before. When we used it we changed into complete females. Your Aunt Stephanie has taken some samples and is studying them as we speak. Until she has the results, we won't know."

"Well, I suppose the one good thing is no-one is going to know it's me, are they? I joked trying to lighten the mood. I then tried what I thought was seductive pose and mother laughed. When I looked in the mirror, I realized how ridiculous I looked. I was fascinated though in seeing myself completely naked. I tried to remove the bra but couldn't do it.

Mother noticed my actions and knowing what I wanted moved up behind me. When I felt her hands on my back, I stood up and she unhooked the bra. She then helped me to take it off and I saw my body in all its glory. My aureoles were large and looked just perfect. I was turning myself on.

Mother knew what was coming next and excused herself. After she left I started to fondle my tits and then my cock reacted. It had been huge before but when it became erect it was even bigger. It had to be at least a foot long. I couldn't help myself, I just had to masturbate. What a sight I must have been, a buxom wench with a huge cock. Looking at myself in the mirror, it wasn't long before I was ready to blow.

When I came, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Previously, my orgasms had centered on my genitals, but this time I felt it all over. When I looked down at my cock it was still erect and ready for action. I had never been capable of more than one ejaculation before and I wanted more. I masturbated again and again and every time I finished my body felt better and better.

When I finally stopped, all I could smell was my own musky smell and cum. I had never before wanted to taste cum, but now I needed too. I looked at the floor and saw it all lying there and before I knew it I was lapping it up. The taste was amazing, whilst it was a little salty I couldn't get enough. What had this change done to me, was I becoming a sex maniac or gay?

When Aunt Samantha came into the room later that day, she brought in a beautiful woman wearing next to nothing. "We thought you might like some company Jo, have fun," she said as he left the room. The woman just looked at me and I knew I wasn't gay by the reaction of my cock. It was erect and throbbing within seconds of seeing her.

When she walked over and dropped to her knees, I knew what she wanted. You could see it in her eyes. When I removed my panties, she literally drooled and she immediately took the head into her mouth. The feel of her soft mouth and tongue on my cock was exquisite. She was giving me the best blow job ever. She was taking more and more of me into her mouth and humming as she did it. Because of my size it took her quite a while to take in my cock. When she had all bar about 4 inches in her mouth, I exploded.

Although I had cum a number of times earlier that day I still almost drowned her. When she couldn't take all of it she opened her mouth and it poured out her mouth and down her body. Not wanting to waste it, I immediately started to lick it off her body. I licked lower and lower and then ate her pussy. When she orgasmed it was a thing of beauty. She looked so good and the look on her face was one of complete ecstasy.

When I started to position myself to fuck her, she begged me to be careful. She had never had anyone as large as me and was worried. I soothed her telling her that I would never dream of hurting her. I then ran the head of my cock around her outer labia to lubricate it. She then begged me to fuck her. I didn't need to be asked twice and I gently pushed into her vagina. I slowly fed her inch after inch of me until she asked me to stop. I then slowly drew myself out of her and then thrust back in.

With every thrust, I could tell she was accepting more of my manhood. Finally, when I could feel my balls slapping against her ass, she screamed in pleasure. Her second orgasm triggered mine and I blasted my cum into her vagina. After that I was exhausted and as I started to draw myself form her wet and clinging vagina, the door opened again and my mother pushed in a second woman.

I looked at this woman and noticed a bulge in her panties. I had never before wanted to suck another cock, but now I needed to. She strutted over to the bed and removed her panties before laying herself on the bed. She was not as big as I was but she was well endowed. I started to drool whilst looking at her. She then said, "Well aren't you going to suck me off? You know you want to." She then lifted her penis and waved it at me.

I don't think I had ever moved so quickly before in my life. I had my mouth around her so fast and was sucking her wonderful cock. Having just been given the best blow job of my life, I tried to use all the tricks used on me. I slurped on her like she was a lollipop. After a long while she gave me her cum. It tasted different to mine, but I loved the taste.

When she asked me if I wanted to be fucked, I wasn't sure. I mean I had never sucked a cock before, but I was turning into some sort of sex maniac. I was now completely exhausted and only wanted to sleep. The girls and I curled up together and before I knew it I was asleep.

During the night, I dreamed of her fucking me and when I woke I was keen to try it. Unfortunately, sometime during the night the girls had left or been taken from the room. I got up and walked over to the door. When I tried the handle it just swiveled. I then bashed on the door until someone came to the door.

When I asked why I was locked in, I was told it was for my own good. I needed to get over one of the side effects of the change, nymphomania. It usually lasted about two days I was told. I asked about some more sex partners and was told to wait. I waited and waited but nobody came in. I finally fell asleep after masturbating at least 6 times and eating my own cum.

When I woke the next day, I could remember what I had done and it disgusted me. I threw up in the toilet until my stomach had nothing left in it. When I got up, I looked in the mirror and all I could see was a freak. If I could have found anything to do it, I'm sure I would have slashed my wrists.

I was so distraught with what had happened to me that I just curled myself in a ball and started to cry. When my grandmother and Aunt Stephanie came into the room, grandmother tried to comfort me. It only made things worse, they had done this to me. I tried to push her away, but she just held me tighter.

Aunt Stephanie left and returned with Aunt Samantha and I was given another needle. Grandmother and Aunt Stephanie left the room and I was left alone with Aunt Samantha. Was she going to use some of her psychologist babble to try and make me see reason? If so, she had one hell of a battle on her hands. There was no way I was going to let them get away with turning me into a freak.

 

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