This choice: His legs felt weak and wobbly, as he struggled to keep asking questions. • Go Back...Chapter #6His legs felt weak and wobbly, as he struggled ... by: Mr. George   Struggling to even ask questions, Bob felt like his throat wasn't responding. As if it were shifting against his will. Even trying to gasp out questions, it sounded higher, breathier, softer, and feminine.... "Why..." was all he could manage, his eyes begging for an answer.
His feet might as well have been nailed to the floor, his arms like lead, beyond his control. Even as his eyes flitted around the room looking for aid that wasn't coming, he noticed his hands.
The backs of his hands looked slimmer, more feminine and the slender fingers vanishing beyond his view were a match. They also seemed to be shrinking retreating up the sleeves of his shirt. The collar too felt looser, and his shoulders narrower. A tickle across those shoulders telling of lengthening hair. It danced at the edge of his vision, taunting him with his inability to even turn his head.
Given how heavy his body felt it was startling how easily Scott lifted him from the chair. Half carrying his body to the bedroom, Bob's heels dragged along the floor. A gurgle slipped out, whether in protest, or just from the way his body was being handled, he couldn't tell himself.
"This'll save your life." Scott explained. "People who plan on stealing millions of dollars don't leave witnesses around to accuse them."
Incapable of voicing an opinion, you lie there, as he slips you onto the bed.
"Your disguise will be complete and convincing." He sounded somewhat proud, "You can even get pregnant... if you want."
The triumph in his voice, changing to uncertainty, as he read the incomplete expression on Bob's face.
"However, with the extra mass of a male body, becoming a woman tends to mean you'll become rather...."
His voice trails off, as he shrugs, that's a problem for another day. Panic hits Bob, as he suspect something is going wrong when breathing becomes difficult. Eyes widening in horror, he tries to pant loudly, do something to attract attention. They hardly calm, as he realises the difficulty is the swelling bust making the simple act of breathing in and out require more effort. The shifting, sloshing sensation coming from his chest tells of a horrifically heavy and significant bust.
Eyes darting about, you look away from the ceiling, and the dazzling light there. Seeing Scott re-enter the room, you moan as you didn't see him leave. Humiliatingly he's holding a camera up... He's recording your transformation. He's recording your degradation. At your waist, you don't want to think about what's happening there.
The dull immobility is worse than the sharpest pain, at least then you'd have something to resist. Though you can't move a muscle, you feel your hips twist... With the realisation that you're getting a womanly ass, and it's lifting you higher you can't even wail.
Scott looks from the camera to the bed. Checking what's on screen against reality.
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"Good... Good, the disguise is working fully. Your dormant female DNA is being overwritten."
Bob suspected the commentary was for the camera of just Scott talking to himself. However, the changes continued relentlessly. Bob felt her bust already too big, becoming even more sumptuous was spilling across her chest. Mutely with her eyes, she begged him for mercy. But Scott wasn't reading that particular expression.
Oddly, it was more humiliating that Scott's gaze was so dispassionate, as she lay there, a vulnerable woman.
Her bust already too sensitive, those nipples too aware of the chill in the bedroom air were widening far beyond Bob's ability to believe.
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Scott looked impatient, his gaze drifting from the camera to Bob, and then his wristwatch. Bob took it as a feeble ray of hope, surely her ordeal was about to end.
However, Scott looked over, assessing how much of Bob was left to transform. As Bob felt her bust spill across her arms, pinning the already useless limbs against the bed. She wanted to weep with dread, at the body she'd been dealt by Scott's idea of saving her.
Spotting something, Scott nodded to himself, "Almost over now."
He gave a weak half-snort of amusement, "You can keep your name, just call yourself Bobbi, with an 'i'."
A shudder rippled over Bob's skin, as Scott nodded in satisfaction.
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"And it's given you appropriate clothes too." Scott announced.
An extra detail that Bob couldn't care less about, as she felt a degree of response from her fingers. A twitch letting her know control was returning.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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