Sex Tank
by: Zedd

 

I didn’t know how it happened. I only came in the tank to check circuitry connections when, BAMM! I must have hit my head on the rim of the door jam and knocked myself out for a bit. How stupid of me!

I was still a little loopy because I kept hearing a beeping in my ears that was beginning to drive me nuts! Suddenly, I realized what the beeping was!

The test!

I got up as quick as I could, groaning the whole time, and headed for the kill switch! Except the door had shut automatically while I laid out unconscious. I beat on it like the pathetic prisoner I was, hoping the test would cancel out due to error, or that something was not done properly, except I knew that there was nothing wrong. I was too exact in my preparations, too paranoid that something would go wrong with my work. I had built too many fail-safes into the program to hope that I had missed anything. I knew I didn’t.

As soon as I accepted the fact that I had stupidly trapped myself into my own machine, and that I was going to transform myself, I was okay. I knew that after the programs were finished, the door would open and I would just reprogram my body back to me.

I looked around inside the tank while I waited for the first diagnostics to complete. I had programmed a fantasy of mine so was kind of interested in what I would look like in the flesh. I never intended on transforming anything really, it was just a run through on the programs. I was trying to see what variables, if any, manifested themselves through a complex transformation. I had programmed a whole other person into the machine, complete with attitudes and likes. I sort of got carried away really, not paying attention to what I was writing, thinking only that if someone like this did exist, I would be one happy fellow. Of course, for me to actually bring into physical being someone like my fantasy girl, it would mean someone else would have to cease to exist as a person. That was a moral boundary I was never going to cross.

I wasn’t worried about losing my mind because I knew the mental attitudes would not begin to overpower mine until a week or so later. I would have plenty of time to recalibrate the machinery and look at the programs.

It was about then I began to feel the tingles of the machine. I braced myself mentally, not really knowing if there would be any discomfort or not. Almost immediately I began to notice changes in myself. The hair on my arms began to thin and grow lighter, the slight gut I had seemed to somewhat diminish, and I began to experience a lessening of muscle tissue that seemed to be all over.

The air was filled with a buzzing that was so mild as to be almost missed, although I noticed it as the all but invisible nodes inside the chamber delivering their pre-programmed mission. I took a stand in the center of the chamber, eager now to get the whole thing over with, anxious to see the result of my hard work and long hours. Somehow, every story I had ever read as a young kid never had the scientist as the first victim of his unscrupulous machine. I found it fitting that I would break new ground on several areas at once. I guess it could be I never read the right books.

Suddenly, my whole body began to tingle, letting me know that the real changes were beginning.

I looked down as I felt my pants start to get tight around my hips and butt. I could tell my pelvis was reshaping itself and was starting to spread, tightening the material. There isn’t anyone who wears jeans really baggy, and I’m no exception, so it didn’t take long before I was starting to experience some discomfort from the tightening material.

My hips widened to the point where my jeans could no longer contain them and with an audible rip, they fell to my sides in tatters! My flesh glowed with an unearthly healthy peaches and cream as my hips widened still further, rounding with an overly erotic appeal. My ass was almost rippling with growth, each cheek swelling larger and rounder, causing me to jut my upper body out to compensate for the change in balance! It was then I felt gobs of golden curls swing down in front of me.

I could do nothing as I felt the machine wind up for more! My waist grew taut and supple while at the same time shrinking beyond what I would have called an adult size! Breasts appeared on my chest, the nipples growing huge and pink, their sensitivity causing me to moan aloud as they were crushed against my straining shirt by the swelling breasts beneath! I could only watch as the breasts continued to grow, stretching my favorite shirt until one by one, the buttons popped off to strike the metal walls of the tank, and it slowly peeled away revealing the outrageously swelling breasts bobbing and jiggling on my naked chest! Already they were as big as my head, showing no likelihood of stopping! Of course, I knew precisely how big they would get, if everything went well, as I knew everything would.

Although each change came in its own wave of pain and pleasure, I was beginning to become oblivious to the cosmetic changes, as well as the smaller changes being wrought upon me. My whole upper body for example became smaller and finer, the muscles slimming to more feminine proportions, my hands shrinking, the fingernails lengthening, until I had a set of 2" scarlet nails that any fantasy slut of mine would have! My face also shifted from the masculine to the feminine, the cheeks rising and becoming more pronounced. My lips swelled and puffed into a scarlet mouth, a sexual orifice, that I had envisioned having only one purpose for! Eyes that rounded with surprise and shock, and stayed that way, taking a more innocent look as the lashes lengthened and thickened.

In my crotch, I could feel shifting flesh as my cock and balls were transformed into a fully functional vagina, complete with, if I remembered correctly, a nice soft patch of pink pubic hair in the shape of a heart. The hair on my legs had disappeared almost at the start of the sequence, about the same time as the hair on my arms. I noted absently how small cosmetic changes occurred first, followed by the larger bodily changes.

I was startled to hear my voice become a soft, high-pitched soprano as my feet took to being slim and arched, incapable of wearing anything but the highest heels. I looked down between the huge pink nippled breasts that had burst out of my shirt to see how the ripped remains and cuffs of my jeans pooled around my feet. I could feel how small my feet became, a woman’s size 6 if I recall, and stepped out of my tennis shoes with ease.

The transformation was winding down, seeing that I had completely been changed from a good-looking man into my own vision of what a true walking sex dream should look like.

I could see through the little door window that the sequence lights had reached the clean up stage, meaning any erratic data should be filed into a separate area to be viewed at a later date. Unless the data was part of the original form and needed to be contained with the original data. Of course, if something like that were to happen, that just meant that there was something odd with the original to begin with. Something like that could mean some foreign object in the body, or a mass that the body was actively battling. Not a virus, but like a tumor, or something like that. But that’s why I was running the whole test sequence anyway. To see just how delicate the sensors were and what, if any, foreign objects it could detect. I believed I was only a week away from putting my cat in first.

I saw the green light then heard the door pop open finally freeing me. I had trouble right away when I stepped out. For one, I was extremely top heavy and bottom heavy at the same time. I wasn’t used to having so much weight just hanging from my chest like that. Two, I needed to find myself some heels if I wanted to walk.

I sat on the floor in front of the machine and stripped the rest of my jeans off me, along with the underwear that had also been ruined. Even my stretchy BVD’s failed to encompass my huge ass and overly wide hips!

Naked but for the shirt still hanging on me, I tip-toed across the room and checked the read out. The breasts wobbled and bounced with every step, the nipples growing erect in the cool air making me gasp with their increased sensitivity. I had to grasp both breasts with my hands as best I could, and smother the groan of pleasure I immediately felt when I did. I noted that my very feminine hands, with their absurdly long, red nails barely covered maybe 20% of each breast. The blonde curls I had selected kept falling into my face, forcing me to swing my head around in a very girlish manner. This of course elicited a bouncing in my chest and buttocks that caused me to moan with pleasure a little more. This was getting ridiculous! I couldn’t even think right at the moment for all the pleasure I was getting just from standing there. I needed to get some semblance of clothing, then rework my solution from the start.

I moved as best I could upstairs to my sisters room where I knew she had kept some spare clothing. It was difficult because my whole lower limbs were killing me without the proper shoes on, and my unnaturally wide hips kept bumping into the walls! I was beginning to regret entertaining my fantasies when I did.

Tip-toeing awkwardly and holding each breast with my hands, I finally made it to my sister’s room. I was panting excitedly, aroused by the movements of my body as well as the touch of my own fingers on my nipples! Stripping my shirt off, I opened up her closet and immediately cursed her. She had taken almost everything with her when she had moved south to Louisiana. I remembered her moving, but had assumed she would leave some things here when she visited. The only thing I saw was a small box in the back of the walk-in closet that had some strange marks on it.

Opening it, I realized it was filled with her clothes, ones she had decided to abandon for one reason or another. It had a pair of high heels so I picked it up and dumped the contents out on her bed.

The heels belonged to Jessica, my sister, so I knew they would fit my new feet. I had picked the same size as my sisters because I had admired how dainty her feet looked. I had also saw how sexy they looked in these same high heels, which was why I had picked her size.

I was shivering with being naked too long, and it was getting very hard to think because of the hard, erect nipples that pulsed on my jutting chest. I wanted to cover them, get them warm, so they wouldn’t be so hard. It was almost like having an erection they were so distracting! I was also experiencing a certain warmth in my crotch, a pleasant tingling that kept a smile on my face without my realizing. Goose bumps kept raising all over my body, making my nipples painfully hard, which kept me groaning!

I slipped my socks off and tried to slip the heels on my bare feet, but was having trouble. Spying a pair of stockings, I rolled those on, seeing my sister do it several times in the past, then slipped the heels on. They fit perfectly and sent shivers of pleasure and relief throughout my whole body. The stockings felt really good, too, which surprised me. I didn’t know stockings felt like this!

Next, I picked up a pair of panties and slid those up my legs. I was having too much fun to just quit where I was. Once I got the panties up to my thighs though, they would go further. I tugged a couple of times, my big breasts hanging and bouncing underneath me, until I finally realized they were too small. I slid them off and read the tag, size 6, and thought about my sisters butt and hips. I remembered them being rather nice, not too big or small, but couldn’t fathom why she had a smaller size here.

Unless this was her correct size. I had made the hips and ass of my fantasy girl really big and round, so of course my sister’s clothes would not fit. Her being smaller.

So here was a dilemma. None of her clothes would fit. I picked up a well worn satin bra and held it in front of my own breasts. The cups were pretty big, the tag reading a 36 D cup, but paled in comparison to my own huge tits. I would have to find other clothes, if only to keep the cool air off my overly sensitive body, if I wanted to maintain a proper amount of concentration. I definitely did not want to screw up when it came time to transform myself back to my own form.

I did not have a lab coat, didn’t even own one, preferring to work in jeans and a simple shirt. I could order some clothes from the store in town and have them delivered here though. That wouldn’t take long at all. I could get some proper clothes and, I reasoned, do a rather extensive experiment in the sensitivity area of this body.

I found a catalog of woman’s clothing in a night table next to her bed and began thumbing through. It didn’t take long before I figured out I would need to know what size I was in everything. In the back of the catalog I found a chart to help me. I was amazed at the sizes I would need just to be clothed. In two areas, my hips and my breasts, I was at the farthest end of the sizes they carried.

Several minutes later, I had all the measurements I would need to order a complete wardrobe. Standing at 5’ 7" and weighing at around 170 lbs., I knew my measurements would be odd. I didn’t recall what I gave my fantasy girl, but what I came up with were pretty wild. I took a size 10 or 12 in a panty and a size 36 KK or L in a bra! My numbers were like this from top to bottom; 64 – 20 – 46! I had given my dream girl a huge ass with really wide hips, not to mention the mountainous globes of breast flesh that jiggled and bounced. Even my ass bounced when I walked!

I got out my credit card and dialed the phone and was soon speaking to sales lady at the store.

At first, I was totally amazed at the sound of my voice! It sounded like a little girl’s mixed in with a lot of breathing and some panting. I was getting hot just listening to myself!

At first, I wanted only a couple of things. I only needed to be dressed comfortably so I could work in the lab without the distractions of this body.

I laid on my belly on the bed to get comfortable, the phone cradled between shoulder and chin, and put the catalog down in front of me. My tits were so huge that they bulged out in front of me and to either side. I felt like I was lying on two pillows!

The lady was superb in making suggestions, and helping me find items that would fit. She’s the one who said I needed a white, satin under-wire in a size 36 LL. Of course, she couldn’t be sure of the fit until I made it in to be properly measured.

As I continued to page through the catalog, the sales lady on the other end making helpful comments, I idly caressed my huge tits and nipples. Sometimes doing so would make me moan or gasp with pleasure, prompting the lady to ask if there was something wrong.

I couldn’t help feeling excited, lying in my sister’s bed, wearing black stockings and a pair of 4" heels! The thought of wearing more clothes like these got me excited to the point that I began to order all sorts of things I didn’t need. Before I knew it, I had ordered over $1800 worth of stuff! I finally hung up the phone and turned over onto my back, watching my huge breasts shift and roll with me, and began to explore just how sensitive this body was!

I began to pleasure myself like I’ve never done before. My hands seemed to know exactly what I liked and brought me to several mind-blowing orgasms. I think I even screamed a couple of times!

Hours later, there was a knock which woke me up. I hadn’t realized I had fallen asleep! I got up still wearing the stockings and heels, and grabbed a robe of my own out of my bedroom. Walking in the 4" heels was a breeze, although I could feel the sway of my hips when I did. The robe also didn’t quite close across my chest, displaying generous cleavage.

I held the robe closed with one hand and opened the door, greeting the delivery lady standing there. She was really cute with a generous figure, although no one could compete with me, and she seemed delighted to meet me, her face all smiles as I tried to keep the robe closed futilely.

The store had their own delivery service and used only females when delivering orders from their women’s catalog. I signed the pad and instructed her to put the packages in my sister’s room upstairs. She smiled politely and began, taking care with each box.

I stood by the door the whole time, my mind in a fog. For some reason I couldn’t think straight. Each time the girl would come down for another box, she would smile at me, look at the exposed portion of my breasts, and grab another box. I merely leaned against the wall, holding the robe closed, and tried to remember what I was suppose to do. I was totally oblivious to her eyes stripping me naked, until that is I found her standing in front of me. I was so in a fog, I was startled for a moment.

"Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you come up." I told her. I took the delivery pad and scrabbled a name down, careful to make it my sisters.

"That’s quite all right. It was my fault for sneaking up on you." She took the pad, her fingers sliding along my own, and tucked it under an arm. She sent shivers down my spine when her nails lightly raked on my skin that I think I moaned a little. I wasn’t sure. She smiled at me.

"You know, you don’t act like your feeling very good." She told me as she wrapped an arm around my waist. Her other hand grasped mine that held the robe closed as she guided me upstairs.

"Why don’t I help you upstairs where you can lie down, and I’ll just let myself out."

I sighed as I leaned against her, her touch sending lightning bolts through me. I actually felt my pussy getting hot and wet! It felt good to have someone wrap themselves around you like this. Also, I was really liking the way it made me feel secure and comfortable.

"That sounds great." I told her, relaxing my body a little, letting her guide me. "What did you say your name was?" I asked quietly, though it came out as a little breathy ‘come have sex with me’ voice. She looked at me, her eyes glimpsing my half open robe now, and adjusted her grip on my waist.

"You can call me Melissa."

She walked me upstairs to my sister’s room and laid me down on the bed. I couldn’t help myself, I was hot and horny! I laid there, flipping the robe open to reveal my enormous curves, and watched Melissa close the curtains of the window. When she turned around to see me idly caressing my huge left breast, a vacuous smile on my swollen lips, she smiled even more and started to undress.

What followed was one of the most amazing episodes I’ll remember for the rest of my life! Melissa and I had sex in every conceivable position! I lost count of the number of orgasms she, or I had! It seemed after a while the orgasms just melted into one another, becoming one long continuous blast, that knocked both of us off our senses! We went at it for hours, not stopping for anything! Finally, she said she had to get back.

I sprawled over the bed on my back, still wearing the stockings and shoes, and smiled contently as she dressed and gave me a long kiss goodbye. Her hands seemed to find my breasts every time she kissed me, this time being no different! I moaned through our kiss when she started caressing my nipples again.

"If you don’t stop, I’m going to rape you again." I teased her, my own hand massaging her tits inside her jacket.

"I like that too much for it to be a threat." She stooped and ran her tongue roughly over my painfully erect nipple before retreating for the door, laughing playfully.

"Not fair!" I howled, grabbing my breasts in a pleasurable moan before sinking back into the mattress. I knew I was going to masturbate now, I was too hot not to. Melissa gave me too much to think about!

 

I slept in the next day, luxuriating in the coolness of the sheets and the erotic caricature of my body. My breasts were so huge, the nipples easily the size of my thumbs, that I gave them each a cute sexy name. I also thought about how big my ass was, whether it was a good idea to have cheeks so large and round. I mean, how was I going to wear a mini-skirt with an ass like that. Oh well, I told myself. I’d have to learn to like having everything hang out. Besides, the thought of someone seeing my body made me horny as hell!

I suddenly sat up shaking my head, trying to fathom what I was actually thinking. Was that me with all those Bimbo thoughts? I had to get to work on getting my own body back or I may just revert to my own programmed attitudes. If that happened, I thought as I slipped my robe on hurriedly, I may stay the way I was and lose all aspects of my personality. I would cease to exist!

Wearing the stockings and heels under my robe, I made my way downstairs to my lab, occasionally bumping into things with my hips. My nipples were erect, standing about 2" out, and continued to derail my thinking. Several times I found myself stopping to fondle my breasts, or caress my ass and hips, or even to masturbate a little! This was getting serious!

I noticed the machines were still running. Evidently I had forgotten to turn them off when I left.

I checked the readouts of my transformation, noting no discrepancies, although there was a slight variation in the mental profile program. No alarms had been signaled when the transformation finished so it must not have been anything important. I couldn’t remember how many times I had been over the programs before.

My crotch was inflamed with need, my juices dripping down my leg that I couldn’t help but plunge my hand into me. I just needed to take the edge off, that’s all!

I checked the batteries to see nothing had drained them and started the sequence again, just like I did yesterday. Or was that the day before?

I couldn’t help but giggle at the fact I lost track of what day it was!

Everything seemed to be working perfectly, just like before, the only difference was I wasn’t in the chamber yet. Hurriedly, I chucked my robe and, wearing nothing but the stockings and heels, stepped into the chamber just as the door was beginning to close.

Made it! I couldn’t help but grin, realizing that everything I had completed had worked perfectly! I was a genius! Immediately, dollar signs began flashing before my eyes. No longer would people suffer the humiliation of birth defects, or lose limbs from accidents, or even go through life with mutilated portions of their bodies due to fire, or acid! I had the answer to all these things.

I felt the machine wind up, the nodes inside the chamber start their programs. Absently I wrapped my arms around me, underneath my breasts, due to the coolness inside. I would have to change that, maybe make it a little more comfy.

The tingles began all over me as I began to experience the first changes. I saw what little hair on my arms disappear, as well as the red nails on my fingers suddenly lengthening into the 4" or 5" range.

I held my hands up alarmingly, trying to imagine what might be happening, when a cascade of white-blonde curls swept forward into my face. I grabbed a handful of hair, feeling how thick it really was, and pushed it away! I had to see what else was happening! I looked down at my body and screamed!

My hips and thighs were swelling, widening beyond anything I had ever imagined before! I could tell my ass was enlarging by the sudden weight gain I was feeling, almost pushing me down! It was getting hard to stand as my buttocks increased, each globe increasing in roundness!

What had I done wrong?! I frantically traced my actions and selections since coming downstairs! I could see nothing I did wrong!

My waist slimmed even more, becoming so thin and supple that I doubted it would be able to sustain my upper half with any comfort! Then my breasts began their enlargement! I watched horrified as the twin globes of sensitive flesh that had given me so much pleasure in the last day suddenly swelled larger and rounder than I have ever seen on a human being! The nipples grew and stretched eerily, each attaining the size of a beer can!

I gasped aloud as the new, stronger sensations from my newly enhanced body began to pour in, overpowering my mind! My nipples alone made me have an orgasm when the growth of my breasts made them touch the side of the chamber! I staggered about, my ass jiggling almost as much as my breasts were bouncing, until I lost my balance and sat down heavily in the center of the chamber. The ripples of flesh traveled upwards from my huge ass, disappeared at my waist only to reappear in both breasts, triggering another orgasm.

I cried in shame and pleasure, gasping from the joy too much to fully grasp the irony of my own trap. My sighs and coos of bliss were much too high and silly to be wholly adult, or human. I felt my grossly swollen lips with my tongue, marveling at the sensitivity, thinking how marvelous I would be at sucking cock now.

I laid there for a long time afterwards, slowly taking in the changes one at a time, trying to keep a grasp on my slowly ebbing will. The white-blonde tresses that were so thick and beautiful lay about me like a carpet. My face must look like a cross between an angel and a hooker after a crazed sexual pervert with a license in cosmetic surgery got done with it!

I couldn’t begin to fathom how extent the changes were this time. The part of my brain that could still calculate thought my breasts must measure at least 140"! let’s see, my waist would be around 15" or so, and my hips would be about 88". That means I should weight around 290 to 310 lbs.

I closed my eyes and thought about what went wrong. Idly, I felt a long nailed hand start caressing my giant right breast that lay on the floor between my legs. The other breast lay to my left, leaving me leaning somewhat awkwardly. I needed to get myself out of this fix, find out what happened, and get myself back to normal.

I shivered as my right hand touched the side of my breast. The nipples were erect and starting to poke outwards towards the wall again.

If I just lean over to the right a little, I could get my other hand down to my huge, pulsing clit and frig myself a little. Just to get the edge off, I told myself.

 

My mind was going, that much I knew. All I could do was masturbate myself into a mindless bliss. It wasn’t hard, either. All I had to do was touch myself anywhere. Well, almost anywhere. I’d been down here inside my chamber now for about a day and a half. I knew something was wrong when all I could think about was sex, sex and more sex!

I felt another wave of pleasure coming on me, my thighs trembling and quaking, that I knew was going to be big!

The part of me that was left had come up with the answer of what happened to me. It was so simple and stupid. I needed to run the same transformation, only in reverse. Except, I failed to do that. I had run my fantasy transformation a second time and, somehow, the numbers didn’t cancel each other out like they were suppose to. They added to them, thus making me the sexual freak I am now. In my preparations for a transformation, I didn’t take into account what happens to a subject already transformed by the same program. I didn’t allow any room for the variables, so the computer, per my perfect programming, simply overlapped.

 

I can’t really es’plain anymore dan dat. Some ob da words are gettin too hard to say, and tinkin is becumin incweasinly hard.

I lay down and pway wid myself all da time now. My name is . . . (sigh) . . Slutty. I weally hope someone comes and wescues me. I need a good fuck!

 

The End?

 

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