In light of recent events, I debated on posting this story. The following was complete and in the final stages of editing when tragedy struck our nation. Although not related to any of the recent events, there are elements that may be reminiscent. Unable to decide how to proceed, I finally asked the advice of a pro. I finally decided to post, but this story was written for entertainment only. If you have any doubt you will enjoy it as intended, please stop reading now.

 

Survivor
by: Island Riter

 

Approaching Lucky’s, the sole remaining "gentlemen’s club" that had sprung up in the area, Mike noted the parking lot was rather crowded for a Wednesday night. Gravel crunching softly under his boots as he exited his truck, he also noticed the acrid odors from Pharmacorp (known to the locals only as "The Farm") hung unusually heavy in the air. The smell was an everyday occurrence, especially being so close to the main manufacturing facility, but generally he was able to ignore it. Tonight, he wanted to gag.

Pharmacorp was a pharmaceutical conglomerate that supported 75% of the economy of the small town where he lived. If you didn’t work for the Farm, you worked for a company that provided a service or commodity to the Farm. Because of scientific advancements and heavy competition, Pharmacorp had lost money for several years straight taking the local economy down with it. The Farm’s stock prices dropped to the point where it was ripe for hostile takeover or even worse, bankruptcy. But, that was all before a brilliant, but accidental, discovery breathed life back into the suffocating giant.

Pharmacorp was now the sole manufacturer of a new, yet widely used, compound that encouraged growth of new tissue. Marketed as "Regen", the compound had a 98% success rate in helping surgeons reattach severed limbs and nearly the same for helping patients with damaged or severed spinal cords walk again! Simply put, Regen had put Pharmacorp back on the Wall Street map.

Unfortunately for Pharmacorp, Regen did nothing for foreign tissue transplants such as hearts, kidneys and livers. Regen was simply unable to bridge the gap between different cell structures. But thanks to President Bush’s policies on stem cell research, Pharmacorp was nearly ready to patent a new compound – code named Alteron – that was able to artificially reproduce these primitive cells. It was believed that this new research would allow for great advancements in the areas of Parkinson’s Disease, MS, etc. Knowing they were on the verge of another multi-billion dollar patent, Pharmacorp’s top echelon were pushing their research team, where Mike worked as a lab assistant, to work night and day to stabilize the process.

After the third consecutive week with no days off and working a minimum of 12-hour shifts, Jerry, Mike’s lifelong best friend, talked him into a well deserved "after work drink". With all of the overtime and bonus money on Mike’s checks lately, Linda would never notice if he blew some money tonight. Nor would she be suspect to his lateness in coming home because of the precedence he had set working.

 

Jerry and Mike had met twenty-some years earlier in Mrs. Bridgestone’s kindergarten class. Watching as Jerry cried in the corner his first day, Mike approached and shared his ABC gum. From that day forward they had been inseparable.

In junior high, Jerry had shown Mike his first Playboy (stolen from his older brothers collection). In high school, Mike had hooked Jerry up with "Easy Ellie" for his first taste of manhood. They roomed together through college where Jerry spent endless nights tutoring Mike through Chem classes.

After college, the bright young Jerry had been offered a position on the research team at none other than, the Farm. Quickly establishing himself, Jerry continued the mutual tradition of helping each other by finding a job for his friend.

 

 

Not seeing Jerry’s car in the parking lot, Mike continued towards Lucky’s glancing up at the flashing marquee advertising "Gorgeous Gloria", and her mammoth 44FF mammaries, as the feature dancer. This advertisement led Mike to wonder if such a size was possible to achieve in nature – deciding he didn’t much care about the answer, he proceeded inside.

Eyes still adjusting to the gloom, Mike paid the oversized doorman (again wondering about the naturalness of such size) his $10 cover fee and proceeded to the long polished bar nestled just inside the door.

Enjoying the atmosphere of the club and drinking the icy cold Corona, particularly enjoying the tangy bit of lime that clung tenaciously to the rim, he was in no hurry for Jerry to arrive. Although and ex-smoker, he was even enjoying the rich smell of the cigar smoke that hung in thick bluish clouds.

Nearly finished with his second beer, Mike began to visually explore the club paying more attention to the dancers as his body began to react to the alcohol and finally relax. Jerry was right, all work and no play does make you "one fucked up mess."

"Gentlemen, let’s hear it for these beautiful ladies and all of their HARD work tonight." the MC’s voice boomed "As we say goodbye to Dusty on the main stage and Barbie on the side stage, let’s welcome our next dancers. The lovely Tanya is making her way to the side stage and our feature dancer Gorgeous Gloria will be TAKING POSITION on our main stage. Give it up guys!"

Trying to catch a glimpse of Gloria was nearly impossible! The guys that weren’t already sitting at pervert’s row (the chairs closest to the stage) began to move in from other parts of the bar to catch a glimpse of her monstrous tits. All that Mike could see was an occasional glimpse of blonde hair.

Giving up on Gloria, Mike instead began to focus on Tanya. She was indeed lovely, more striking than he would have thought for the typical dancer working here. Her long chestnut colored hair and angelic face should have been starring in a role on the silver screen – not the surrogate role of these guy’s wives when they got home tonight. Armed with a thick stack of one-dollar bills he had obtained from the bartender, Mike maneuvered closer to his intended target for a more thorough visual reconnaissance.

Thick brown nipples at least ¾ inch long jutted proudly from Tanya’s more moderate – Mike estimated 36D – breasts. Mike fancied himself a breast man and while these were a fine pair to observe with the biggest nipples he had ever seen, it was the dumps on this truck that held his attention. Her ass was so fine it was beginning to sway his taste to a more "southerly" area of the female anatomy.

After discharging about half the supply of his ammunition into Tanya’s g-string and basking in the temporary light of her attention, Mike finally sat.

With no sign of Jerry, Mike was impatiently looking at his watch when Tanya’s set finished. "Ready for a lap dance?" Tanya asked in breathy voice eyes firmly fixed on Mike’s large … pile of bills.

Caught off guard by her unnoticed approach, Mike responded "What? Oh, uh … sure, why not?"

"Let’s go someplace a little more private."

Mike stood to follow Tanya noticing that she was extremely tall for a woman – at least 6’0 with moderate heels. He had noticed her incredible height when she was on the stage, but not to this degree. "What I’d give to get her in the sack!" Mike thought wistfully.

Enjoying the "rear view" as he followed Tanya to the semi-private room where lap dances were performed, the gloomy bar was suddenly lit as bright as the noon sun on a summer day. Barely having time to register the possibility that something was not right, the bright flash was followed by a sonic boom and shock wave that registered on the same scale as a small nuclear explosion.

As Mike’s decapitated head was catapulted from his body, his last thoughts were "Dear God – something happened at the Farm!"

 

 

Joy filled his heart! He missed his grandmother so much since she had passed away. He always loved the way she held him in her lap when he was a small boy and listened to him recount his day. He loved the way she reminded him of homemade cookies fresh from the oven and of Sunday dinner at her house. Grandpa, who had bought him his first pocketknife and taught him to carve a whistle from a hunk of basswood, was here too! He couldn’t remember feeling such peace and joy in his heart.

As he began to walk towards his grandparents, troubling thoughts kept trying to push their way into his mind. How can Grandma and Grandpa be here? They passed away when I was still a young boy? But the joy kept filling his heart; his ears resonated with beautiful music – if only that other noise would stop. What was that, a truck backing up?

But wait! Jerry was here as well! This didn’t make any sense either; why would Jerry be sitting with his deceased grandparents smiling at Mike? Pushing these thoughts aside, he continued walking towards the trio. It looked as though others were here to greet him too. Joy! Ecstasy! Was that a fire alarm going off somewhere?

His concentration disrupted, Mike felt a pulling sensation through his body. Almost as if he were the nail being drug across the table in his sixth grade science experiment with electromagnets.

No! He must focus! Must keep walking toward his loved ones. But why were they looking sad now when he was so filled with joy? Why was he still walking but seemed to be further away? Why did they look as if they waving goodbye? Why couldn’t he hear anything but that DAMN ALARM CLOCK RINGING IN HIS HEAD?

Bright lights -- intense pain – someone beating his chest with incredible strength – impossible to breathe – mouth too dry to even plead for mercy from his unknown assailant. Voices yelling. Some sort of mechanical device blaring a nonstop monotone. "Please stop!" he pleaded but couldn’t raise the strength to form the words.

More pain – more intense this time – an electric shock coursing through his body! The monotone was now punctuated with spaces of silence. Then thankfully, the pain began to subside as the welcoming blackness swallowed his thoughts. Distant voices as he lapsed into unconsciousness "You brought him back!" A brief pause then the response "Yes, but to what?"

 

 

Consciousness stole upon him in small degrees. Pain like no other he had ever felt continued to course through his body only growing more intense as he came closer to full awareness. Every nerve in his body felt as if it were on fire, so intense he began to silently cry and plead to God for unconsciousness again, but God didn’t seem to be listening right then.

The pain seemed to last for days, maybe even months or years, but he knew in reality it could only have minutes – hours at the most. So slowly that at first he didn’t even realize it, the pain was starting to lose its edge. As the pain subsided he began to become more aware of his surroundings. The smell of strong disinfectant, distant echoing voices and the elevated position of his body made him sure that he was in the hospital.

Not yet able to gather enough strength to open his eyes, Mike began to fight his intense headache to recapture the events that would have brought him here. The last he remembered he had been talking to Jerry at the Farm about going out after work, then nothing. No memories at all, only a vague impression of homemade cookies -- but that made no sense…

 

 

Still exhausted from his injures; Mike gave up on trying to remember anything else and fell into a fitful sleep. Though his conscious mind had blocked his memories of the incident that had occurred now three days past, his subconscious mind continued to play the scenes back to him through his dreams in its own unique way.

Mike was having a nightmare like no other before. He was at home trimming the hedges, except the hedges weren’t really hedges. They had no leaves, but instead were growing one-dollar bills.

As he was trimming his money bearing hedges, a car backfired on the street sounding as loud as a gunshot! Startled by the noise, he turned to see the cause. This was when he discovered he was wearing a pair of shoes with extremely high heels! Never having worn heels, Mike stumbled dropping the trimmer and fell face first towards the ground.

Unfortunately, the gas powered hedge trimmer was still running as Mike’s fall caused him to land on the trimmer disconnecting his head from his body. With the detail only a dream can provide, Mike had complete awareness as his head rolled to a stop, and he watched as his body wandered aimlessly around the yard still animated despite all medical reasons why it could not be.

Yelling for his body to stop and come back to get him, he felt something crawling on his face. Although Mike couldn’t see what it was, he instinctively knew that it was the one thing that sickened him most. Maggots.

When he had been a little boy, his parents had taken him on vacation camping for two weeks. When they returned he had run to his room to check on his pet gerbil, Gerty.

What Mike didn’t know was the neighbor boy his parents had paid to come over, water the plants and care for Gerty had come down with a severe case of Chicken Pox the second week of their absence. While the parents of the sick boy continued to care for the plants, they had no idea Gerty existed.

As Mike prodded Gerty to wake, the only movement he encountered was the hundreds of maggots that poured from her stiff body. From that moment forward, he had never been able to disassociate his feelings between maggots and death.

Now lying on the ground, mad with fear, the creatures were beginning to cover his face. Although horrified beyond reason, he dared not open his mouth to scream lest they begin to pour into his mouth. Unable to do anything but feel the tiny invaders begin to crawl over his eyes and into his ears and nose, Mike awoke with a scream still caught in his throat, still fearing that the horrible creatures would fill his mouth if he dared open it.

Coming full awake, bathed in sweat after his horrible dream, Mike needed something to focus on. Not wanting to think about the dream, he finally felt well enough to open his eyes and examine his surroundings. Bland colored walls, inclined bed, crisp white sheets and a thin blanket stretching over his legs and feet told him it was indeed a hospital as he had suspected. Feeling a sense of dread, Mike began to try again to recount what had happened for him to end up here. Even more frightening, what was the extent of his injury?

Shutting his eyes once again, Mike began a self-evaluation. He actually felt pretty good, sore yes, but he had been mentally noting that he did have feeling in his toes. Excellent! No paralysis, because he could wiggle his toes. Wiggling his fingers, he could feel his hands functioning as expected. Well, only one way to see the extent of the damages, pull off the sheet and check everything out.

The nagging sensation in his mind kept him from pulling the sheet off immediately. Something was not right; he just wasn’t sure what it was. There was something here that his mind wasn’t ready to face yet. Fortunately as he was struggling with his fear, the door opened and an elderly man wearing a white physicians coat with a nametag identifying him as "DR. HOWARD" entered.

"How long have you been awake?" the doctor asked moving quickly to Mike’s side. "How are you doing? How are you coping? Have you talked to anyone yet?" he asked without pausing between questions seeming extremely concerned.

"I … I just woke up." Mike answered hesitantly having opened his eyes upon hearing the door open. The doctor’s demeanor unnerved him a little; he seemed a little too concerned about his well being when he should know by his charts his physical condition.

"Have you …" the doctor paused. "Have you had a chance to … to examine yourself yet?" the doctor asked hesitantly.

"You’re scaring me doctor." Mike answered his stomach suddenly tied in knots, he felt as if he were going to vomit all over the doctors clean white coat. "What do you mean by ‘examine myself’? What happened doctor? I don’t remember anything!" Mike was more scared than he ever remembered being.

"Mike, I want you to listen to me very carefully." Dr. Howard started carefully choosing his words "There has been a terrible accident at the Farm, an explosion of a magnitude seldom seen. Hundreds of people were killed and countless others injured. There were few survivors within a 3-mile radius. You were one of the lucky few."

Suddenly images began to flood Mike’s mind. An after work drink with Jerry at Lucky’s, the blinding white light, the sonic boom, the view of the room as his detached head toppled from his body. Mike flung back the sheets that were covering him and began a nonstop scream as he looked upon his naked body with thick brown nipples that jutted at least ¾ inch out from his 36D sized breasts.

So focused on his large breasts, he never noticed Dr. Howard introducing a sedative into his intravenous line. His scream eventually faded as he fell again into a deep sleep.

 

 

Lying in bed trying to ignore the way the sheets rubbing across his nipples seemed to cause them to be constantly erect, Mike tried to relax. Having nothing but time being confined to the hospital bed until he was fully recovered and every test known to mankind was performed on him, Mike thought again about what he had learned over the past days.

The death toll from the explosion had reached over 500. The crew on premises had been literally vaporized – including Jerry. His heart was still heavy over this loss. Only a handful of those injured had survived. The cause of the explosion was of course a mystery and would remain so although Mike had to believe that it had something to do with the research he had been involved in.

Which led up to his current condition. Lifting the sheets, Mike examined his new body for at least the hundredth time. Looking past his large breasts proudly jutting huge nipples, he could almost make out the shaved mound that now defined his sexuality. Extremely long legs led to feet with toenails still painted a glossy shade of pink. He had to wiggle his toes again to make sure they were actually attached to him! The pink nails corresponded with a movement that his brain had commanded. Dropping the sheet with a sigh, he examined arms that seemed impossibly thin and ended in long delicate fingers with perfectly manicured nails.

His fingers seemed more sensitive now, when he would scratch an itch on his unshaven face, his more delicate senses seemed to protest whereas before, he never seemed to notice. Possibly it was because of the lack of calluses on his dainty appendages. Nor had he worked up the courage to touch himself below his neck. For now he was still catheterized and receiving sponge baths, although he knew it would only be a matter of time before he would have to start performing these duties on his own.

For now, he was being treated like a king – or was that queen? His "miraculous" survival was being attributed to a new compound that rained down on the area in the midst of the explosion. This new chemical cocktail seemed to have taken on some of the properties of Regen and some of the properties of the test compound Alteron when combined at high temperatures. The result: a substance that allows growth of new tissue between unlike cell structures.

The researchers only had theories of how his present condition came about. From the little evidence they had, it appeared that the red-hot shrapnel responsible for severing Mike’s head had done the same to Tanya. Then when Mike’s detached head came to rest against the lovely Tanya’s body, something miraculous happened. Severed nerve endings began to heal, skin began to knit itself together and voila! Mike with the buxom young body of Tanya the stripper! Although not all blood vessels had connected themselves and the trachea endings were not exactly matched, enough had bonded to keep Mike’s brain alive and Tanya’s heart beating until the surgical team could finish the job.

 

 

Linda had come to visit him earlier. When she arrived, she looked briefly at Mike with tears welling in her eyes and pulled back the sheet that was covering him. Without a word, she turned and walked out of his life forever.

While this bothered him to some degree, it just seemed to be another part of this long nightmare that had become his life. He and Linda hadn’t been getting along well recently and he suspected (hell, he knew) that she was having an affair with her boss and that it was only a matter of time before she left anyway. He himself had been guilty of infidelity as well with a very cute coworker who had been spared from the blast by a fortuitous case of stomach flu. He didn’t see much hope of that relationship continuing. What bothered Mike the most was the loss of his lifelong friend. It still didn’t seem possible he was gone.

Mike was angry. Angry with Jerry for talking him into going to the strip club instead of home. Angry with Linda for not even acknowledging 10 years of their life together – regardless of how bad things had been at the end. Angry with the doctor who had brought him back from death. Angry with his maker for playing this cosmic joke on him. But most of all, Mike was angry because his life no longer was comfortable. What had he done to deserve this?

 

 

Mike decided that physical therapy sucked! While his new body was in excellent shape and his nerve endings, spinal cord, muscles and all other connections that tethered his head to this beautiful body had healed quite well, there was still the issue of training his brain to correctly operate the body.

At least he was able to wear street clothes now. While first strongly objecting to wearing the large bra, it only took a couple of trips up and down the hall to change his mind. The constant motion of his large breasts and the extreme sensitivity of his nipples had ultimately made the decision easy.

Mike had made great progress over the last two weeks. The necessity to move him to a more private (and secure) area of the hospital became quickly apparent after word got out about his condition. The news media covered the hospital lawn and surrounding area for miles. Use of telephoto lenses in an attempt to peer through the window of Mike’s room, reporters dressed as hospital staff and people attempting to force their way through had convinced the hospital administration of this need.

 

 

After a thorough PT session, Mike felt the desperate need of a shower. This was not his first shower by himself, but at this point, all were memorable. As he peeled off his top and unhooked his bra, he started the water running. Finally removing his pants and underpants, he stood completely nude before the mirror. Each time he did this, he was still stunned at the image presented to him.

Tanya had been quite tall; indeed, he had gained some height. He stared at his breasts again. They were huge! His flat tummy led to the patch of pubic hair that had once been shaved, but was now neglected. He stood sideways admiring the reflection of his butt in the mirror again. Of all Tanya’s (now his) attributes, his butt had to be the best. He actually got a funny tickle in his stomach every time he say his new body in the mirror. This booty was definitely meant for dancing!

Running his hands up and down his body made the tickle in his stomach a little more urgent, spreading a warm feeling through his groin making the tickle more of an indefinable craving, an emptiness that needed filled. Finally building up the courage, Mike moved his hand gently over the outer lips of his pussy. As he slowly rubbed his outer lips, the moisture from within began to lubricate him and his finger easily passed to the softness beyond.

Groaning aloud as he hit his ultra sensitive clitoris, Mike knew he was beyond stopping now. Lying on the floor, he began rubbing one finger gently over his now stimulated clit and slowly pushed a single finger into his eager vagina. Gasping at how wonderful it felt and shocked by the fact that he actually had sensations on the inside, Mike thrust a second finger in.

Working both fingers in and out while rubbing faster on his clitoris, Mike lost all sense of time and surroundings as the feelings in his body slowly blossomed then consumed his body. Vaguely aware of someone screaming, Mike quickly regained his senses only to realize it was his own voice that he had been hearing.

Still gasping for air, completely overcome by the feelings he had just experienced, Mike couldn’t help but bring his fingers close to his face and sample the scent left behind as he had done with so many women before. No sweeter smell had he ever experienced than that that which was covering his delicate digits. He immediately shoved both fingers in his mouth overcome with the need to taste this delicate nectar and was immediately rewarded by the slippery, tangy taste of his own juices.

Standing in the shower with the warm water sluicing over him, watching as the cascade funneled into twin waterfalls dropping from his erect nipples, Mike felt relieved. He had been very worried that the woman’s body that he now called his own would take control of his mind and he would begin to desire men. After his experimentation, he no longer had doubts that his sexual orientation was still pointing at the female side of the species. However, this realization came with its own set of problems.

Relief quickly turned to anger. Mike wasn’t at all sure that he really wanted to live life as it was. To live as a freak in the eye of the public held no appeal for him, he had always liked living in the nondescript manner he had. Anger eventually gave way to tears. Mike just wasn’t sure if he could live this life.

 

 

He was expecting the legal staff that represented PharmaCorp, what he wasn’t expecting was their offer. Having worked as a lab tech for 7 years with the company, Mike’s annual salary (with overtime) was now in the neighborhood of $40,000/yr. This fact only added to his puzzlement of an offer of a one-time lump sum settlement of $500,000 and a full time contractual job. The only catch being, the terms of the contract and the job description would only be revealed upon his acceptance. With a salary of $100,000/yr and full benefits Mike harbored serious doubts as to the validity of the job. Was this just hush money? What was the catch?

Unable to gain more details, Mike inquired about the alternative. His alternate choice was for a lump sum settlement of $1,000,000 -- but no job and he would have to sign a release waiving Pharmacorp of all future litigation and/or liability.

Although he had little doubt he could hire an attorney and get considerably more, Mike was surprised with his interest in the job offer. If he hired an attorney and pushed for a larger settlement, he knew the job offer would not be a part of the new settlement.

Mike sent the trio of suited men off without a final decision that day. It was something he would have to do some soul searching on.

 

 

A week later Mike had made up his mind. Sick of life inside the hospital and talking several more times to the attorneys representing Pharmacorp, he accepted their offer. Mike decided that he needed something to give his life meaning and structure. Besides, if the job didn’t work out, he could always carry out his alternate plan with a large dose of the sleeping pills the hospital had been providing him with of late.

Being again reassured that the job did not consist of experimentation to his mind or body, Mike signed the final papers agreeing to his loyalty and secrecy in the position he had accepted. Ink still wet on the papers, he was helped into the disguise of a hospital staff member and whisked out to a waiting car through a service entrance.

Mike’s curiosity was certainly aroused as they entered the secure underground parking deck of Pharmacorp’s world headquarters. He had only actually been in this building once and that had been during his initial interview; otherwise he had always worked at the manufacturing plant that had been located some 20 miles away.

Exiting the car, Mike was escorted to the elevator by a young executive sort who openly gazed at Mike’s cleavage. Using a special key card to activate the elevator, the executive pushed the button for the penthouse, now surreptitiously staring at Mike’s ass. Stepping off the elevator on the top floor, Mike was puzzled. These offices were known to be the executive suites for the CEO of Pharmacorp, but they looked as though they had been hastily converted to a more sterile environment.

He noticed makeshift labs filled with all types of equipment crammed into areas that were obviously not designed for the type of work they were being used for. Medical staff were busily moving up and down the hall that connected the office suites performing unknown tasks.

Led down the hall by the young executive that had escorted him from the hospital, Mike quickly grew tired of the man’s open staring at his body. Almost ready to tell the young man his unpleasant suggestion of where he could put his tongue, they arrived at their apparent destination.

Another key card was produced and a red light indicating the status of the door lock turned green. Anxious to part company, Mike opened the door and entered the room.

Inside, the room was quite plush. Furnished with a large leather couch, a full wet bar, what appeared to be a full bathroom, large screen television and much more. The only other occupant of the room was a beautiful young blonde woman lying on a hospital bed facing the TV.

Mike stared helplessly at the beauty lying in the bed. Even from his position across the room, he couldn’t help but notice her extraordinarily large breasts mounded beneath the bedding.

Looking away from the news broadcast, the lovely young woman looked Mike over briefly; apparently as interested in his looks as he was hers. "Hello Mike. I’m so glad you decided to join us! Please, have a seat, we have much to discuss." she said motioning to a comfortable looking chair seated near the bed.

As Mike approached, he began to feel a little uneasy. Something about the form of the woman under the bed covers didn’t look quite natural. Unable to identify what was troubling him, Mike simply sat crossing his legs in a manner he had never been able to accomplish before, but was quite comfortable with now.

"You look as though you are adjusting well to your condition," she noted conversationally, "but I’m sure your anxious to know what this is all about."

Uneasy and beginning to doubt his decision, Mike simply sat and stared at the doe-eyed blonde. A stray thought suddenly ran through his head, "Why was the door locked – from the outside?" Mike’s gaze began to wander the room searching for potential exits.

"You see Mike, you were not the only survivor of the accident. The explosion that tore your body apart burned nearly 90% of mine -- leaving me near death."

Mike’s gaze snapped back to the young woman, his face a masque of confusion. He knew there had been other survivors, but to think this woman had been recently hurt to the degree she eluded to … seemed difficult to accept.

"Ah, I see I have your full attention now. I bet you’re wondering how I can look as good as I do now when just weeks ago I had stumps for arms and legs and my lips literally burned from my face. And the answer is quite simple really; it was the same random mixture of chemicals that saved your life. Only my recovery was affected a little differently.

"This new miracle of Pharmacorp’s has been nicknamed ‘Phoenix’. Pretty appropriate don’t you think? A wonderful little substance really, it not only allows unlike tissue to knit itself together, as in your case. But will take on the properties of outside cell structures it is combined with, as in my case.

"I can tell you have no idea where this is heading, so I’ll get the point. I know you Mike. As a matter of fact, I know you quite well – Mr. G.R. Brownstone."

Mike began to feel faint as all the blood rushed from his face. Mr. G.R. Brownstone was the persona he used when checking into the local Motel 6 during his affair with Brenda. The only other person, who could possibly have known that name, was the person who helped create it – Jerry.

"I can see by the look on your face that you have guessed my identity! Shall I continue? Or do you need a little more information to remove any doubts?"

Mike sat open mouthed, too stunned to respond.

"Okay, let’s see." the blonde continued getting no response from Mike. "Anyone could know how you shared the ABC gum with me – we told that story a thousand times. But could anyone know about the time we snuck into your mom’s room and found her book on sexual positions? Man, we laughed about that for days!"

The young woman rambled on for a few minutes about many of the wild antics he and Jerry had enjoyed over the years then suddenly stopped and looked Mike directly in the eyes. "You’re probably wondering why I look like a big titted blonde aren’t you?"

Mike numbly nodded his head in response.

"Well my friend, I did make it to Lucky’s that night. I was running late and by the time I got there you were just heading off for your little tease-n-tickle session with Tanya, so I decided I would get a better look at Gloria while I waited. That’s when the explosion hit.

"Like I told you, my body was burnt beyond recognition. As a matter of fact, my injuries were so severe they lost me on the operating table. I’m told I was on the table at the morgue waiting for identification when something miraculous happened.

"One of the members of the Pharmacorp staff brought in to help clean up their mess noticed a movement from under my sheet. Quickly pulling the sheet back, she noticed a most interesting development – even beyond the miracle that I was alive. New skin had begun to grow and it had only been a few hours since the accident! As I’m sure you’re aware, this is unheard of in burn victims, skin simply does not regenerate itself. They knew immediately something big was going on, especially in light of your condition.

"I’m sure it was easy for them to sneak me out of the morgue, with so many people hurt in this terrible tragedy, one missing body would never be noticed. That’s when I was brought here for further observation.

"As you can see, something amazing did happen. Not only did I grow new skin, but my arms that had been lost were starting to regenerate! Do you have any idea how excited they were? They must have just been pissing in their pants thinking about the money they were going to make from this stuff!

"But that’s when things started to get weird. They knew when they brought me in that I was male, but as I healed, I developed female attributes, which I’m sure you have noticed by now. As it turns out, their wonderful new compound works in ways they never dreamed!

"They’ve discovered that this compound when cultivated with a cells DNA, uses that cell structure as a blueprint to rebuild damaged tissue – no matter what the original structure was. Long story short, the stuff got mixed with Gorgeous Gloria’s DNA, before landing on me. While my body was desperately fighting to rebuild the damage, this gunk helped me along – only it provided my cells with a set of plans nature never intended."

Mike sat in stunned disbelief. This had to be Jerry, the way he spoke, held himself, the comments he made, and the things he knew! It could be no other! Besides, how could he dispute the evidence? He had only to glance down at his own set of mammaries to dispel any lingering doubts! Mike stood and began to slowly walk towards his oldest and dearest friend, tears streaming down his face when his eyes caught the movement from under the sheets again and his blood ran cold.

That was not a set of legs hidden beneath the sheet. Something else had happened to Jerry. Something he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know!

Jerry noticed Mike’s sudden change in stature. "Ah, I see you noticed the other ‘gift’ I received from Gloria. Did you realize that her act included a snake as a prop? Not just a snake, but an eight-foot python named Max? Well my friend, apparently Gloria’s DNA wasn’t the only that I received." With this said, Jerry pulled back the sheet to reveal his naked body.

Mike stood aghast. He kept looking at Jerry from top to bottom over and over, much the way he had examined his own body when he discovered his changes. From about the waist up, Jerry was a stunningly beautiful woman. She looked to be about 20 years old with a golden mane of hair that reached past her shoulders and a set of tits like Mike had never seen before; so big they looked unreal.

Where Mike’s senses began to feel more like they were being projected from the Twilight Zone was below Jerry’s slender waist. Where his hips began to expand, there was a very natural looking, albeit hairless, vaginal opening complete with labia major and minor. The feminine slit was positioned in the approximate location one would expect, except it was not between Jerry’s legs. But even this was not so unusual, because Jerry had no legs!

Where his legs should have been was what Mike could only relate to as a serpent’s, except covered in human flesh that matched the rest of the unique body. Jerry’s lower extremities were about four foot in length tapering from his hips to a slender snake-like tail!

Mike could only look on in horror with a strange sense of awe.

Jerry watched Mike carefully for a long time. "Please, come touch. Don’t be afraid. I assure you, you will be surprised."

Helplessly watching as his legs propelled him closer to Jerry’s bedside, Mike kept sending the signal to stop! But his body was callously ignoring him! As if watching from another point in the room, Mike watched as his hand reached out and at first tentatively touched, then gently began to stroke Jerry’s ‘legs’.

Finally managing to break the control his body seemed to hold over him, Mike recoiled his hand as quickly as if he had been stroking a real snake!

Jerry chuckled aloud "Don’t worry, it’s natural. Everyone reacts that way at first. But it’s fascinating isn’t it?"

Mike could again only slowly nod. Jerry’s tail felt as soft and smooth as he would have expected any other part to feel. Smooth, warm, and, well, sensual! This time in control, Jerry reached out again and began stroking Jerry’s tail.

Mike caught a different movement out of the corner of his eye coming from an area just below Jerry’s vagina. Startled, he withdrew his hand again.

Hearing Jerry laugh, Mike looked directly at his friends face then towards the movement he had noticed. Laughing so hard he was now crying, Jerry managed between gasps "Did I forget to mention that Max was a male snake?"

Mike looked on, still in disbelief of Jerry’s tail. But this time his focus was on the gigantic erect, and startling enough, human-looking penis that protruded from a previously unnoticed slit below Jerry’s vagina.

Seeing the colossal penis on the beautiful woman gave Mike that odd feeling deep in the pit of his stomach again. Abruptly, Mike realized his pussy was growing very warm and damp. To make matters worse, his nipples had grown very erect and were straining for freedom through his bra creating small peaks in his shirt. Oh dear God, he was horney!!!

Then something gave way in Mike’s mind, perhaps it was the stress of everything that had happened, perhaps it was the totally bizarre situation he found himself in, or perhaps it was that he finally accepted the fact that no matter what, life was to be different from now on.

Regardless of the cause, Mike began to feel as if the weight of the world had been taken from his shoulders. Despite all the strangeness, all the anger, all the grief. He intuitively felt everything was going to be okay. Hearing Jerry laugh at his own joke left no doubt in his mind that his friend was indeed the beauty that lay before him. The laughter also reminded him of how empty his life had become without Jerry in it.

Now laughing himself, Mike flung himself on to Jerry’s bed. He lay quietly beside his old friend for quite some time before he finally managed the courage to turn towards him. As he began tracing circles around the nipples of his friend’s huge tits, Mike finally asked, "So, how do you feel about women that shave … their faces?"

"I’m not sure yet, how do you feel about big-titted snake women with twelve inch cocks?" Jerry responded coyly, nipples hardening at the attention they were receiving.

"Hmmm, I guess there’s only one way to find out."

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