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“Oh shit… oh shit oh shit oh shit…” Ty complained to the air as he arrived behind the mid height bins in the city alley he hid behind to watch for his pursuers.
Ty was slender, tall and sported shoulder length oily black hair, his dull brown eyes often being mistaken for some kind of greys, he’d found a life with organised crime at a young age due to his appearance, being laughed out of job interviews for saying he had people skills when he, for all intents and purposes, looked like a zombie a lot of the time.
“Okay… Ditch phone, check… eyes on the prize, check…” He stammered and stuttered his words while pacing further down the alleyway, the sounds of sirens and calling men pulling his back to the wall and his pistol from his interior jacket pocket. He was tasked with delivering a small USB drive to the dead drop on the other side of town, he double and treble checked it was still in his other jacket pocket as he slid his pistol back inside the pocket he’d left it in for protection.
“I need to find somewhere better to hide out… They’ll be looking for me… Fuck, why are all the shops down here boarded up!?” Ty continued down the alleyway and found himself at a junction leading out onto what should have been a busy high street of shops and bustling street life but instead found himself peering out trying to find any signs of activity in the dead of night he’d committed his theft in. He spotted one almost two hundred yards down the street but couldn’t tell what it was. If it was open this late at night, the chances were it was either a bar or something similar.
As he approached the brightly lit and still kind of suspicious looking storefront, he found himself looking at the large windows, not boarded up but clean and clear of any defacement or interference. There was no graffiti on the brick wall that lined its turn down another alleyway leading to the residences of stores on the far side of it. The windows were lined with spotlights that aimed up at mannequins standing in the windows, a dark red light seemingly cast down clashing into them and pronouncing their outfits. They all wore sultry lingerie, corsets and silken chemises adorning the immovable plastic forms. They were all smooth to the touch from the sight of them there were three stood in a line along the shopfront, all in different variations of lingerie but each standing in a sexy pose that would send most men into dreams of their partner or dream woman in those tight underclothes.
Nowhere else down the street was open or lit up enough and turning back the way he came only revealed the slowly encroaching possibility that his pursuers from the rival gangs he’d stolen this USB device from would soon be on him. He turned inwards and walked through the clear glass doorway, surrounded by green wooden framing and found himself in one of the most exotic sex shops in the city.
“The holy fuck…” Ty said to himself under his breath as he was greeted by the imagery of women and men writhing in pleasure and unendurable ecstasy while being pleasured by devices or modelling the risky lingerie for their partners.
“Good Evening! Not every night we get a customer through the door… You lost? Drunk?” The woman behind the clerk counter stood up. She had fiery red hair, light and brightly coloured makeup and was dressed in a long red dress with a split that arrived at the top of her thigh revealing the decoration of tattoos that lined the flesh beneath.
“No… I’m…” Ty tried to think of a good alternative for why he was red faced and out of breath but nothing came to mind, he pulled something from the air though. “… I’m trying to get away from some friends… They’re trying to drag me to another bar and I just want to go home and get some sleep…”. Not all of the lie was incorrect, only most of it.
“Ah… So you’re hiding out in here until they pass by to wherever they’re heading next?, I see… well, while you’re here, be sure to look around, we’ve got toys, marital aids and costumes for all…” The woman looked relatively disappointed but only so far that she gestured to the store and hoped that the man would peruse and maybe purchase something.
“I wouldn’t… Er… I wouldn’t know where to start… You got a room in the back I can hide in, just in case they pass by, they’ll see me clear as day…” Ty objected and found himself suddenly flushed with heat as he realised the store was so warm and inviting that he didn’t want to head back out into the cold night either way.
“Changing rooms are all I’ve got… You’d need to try something on though… I can’t just let you hide out here for nothing, you understand…” The red haired woman looked stern and continued her disappointment spree while watching the man avoid touching half of the silken underwears and lingerie that adorned the racks all around him.
“Er… No, you’re totally right… Sorry, just… You know.” Ty responded, pulling himself further back into the shop and finding himself in more of a costume area than lingerie. He found himself locked on to a large pair of silicon breasts that were attached to a vest like form of skin. They made their appearance dramatically with different kinds of padding inside and different cup and band sizes for the prospective customer.
“It’s alright… Most men are embarrassed to come in here… You, not so… You’re more nervous and anxious than just hiding out from your drunken buddies… I’ll tell you what then darlin’… You head back to the changing rooms and I’ll bring you something to try on that I think might suit you…” The red headed woman directed Ty to the rear of the building where a set of changing rooms lined the back wall up a slight set of stairs with a ramp set on the left for accessibility.
He accepted the offer but hoped that what she was going to bring him, she hadn’t expected him to actually wear… right?
As he rose up the stairs he found his eyes drawn to still photos that lined the wall of customers, each was heavily made up and beautiful, a smile beaming from their faces as they reclined in beautiful boudoir sets.
“You’re a photographer as well I see?” Ty asked, trying to make small talk with the woman who was already browsing her own collection and pulling items for him to try on.
“Oh no… that’s my husband. He offers women of all different shapes and sizes and means an opportunity to feel beautiful and empowered in their own skin… We have gift cards down here at the desk if you’d like one for your own wife or girlfriend?” She tried to pitch the sale but from his dour expression she hazarded that he wouldn’t be interested. “Boyfriend?” She asked, thinking she might have guessed the wrong line.
“Oh… no… It’s definitely women for me… I ain’t no que…” He stopped himself as he realised the wall nearby was lined with photos from pride events, with flags of different variations and colours lining the background of each one outlining just how supportive this store must be to different communities.
“Mhmm…” She responded, picking out something black and red and lacey from the racks and shooing him away to the changing rooms, knowing his homophobic attitude was just about to peak out. “We get all sorts in here looking to feel at home in their own skin… Maybe you’ll feel something different when you leave here with something from my collection?” She offered.
“Doubt it…” Ty muttered under his breath, becoming a little tired by the attitude of the shopkeeper and considering pulling his gun on her and knocking her out before she could rant and ramble on.
Ty sat waiting in the changing room, his foot tapping repeatedly and nervously in his black smart shoes, scuffed slightly from the escape with the drive.
“First things first Mr Cross… Lose the jacket and strip.” The proprietress’s voice resounded through the room as she pulled the curtain back carefully.
“Excuse me?” Tyson stood and protested when she offered a hand to take the jacket.
“Can hardly try on the clothes I’ve picked out for you if you’re fully dressed now can you?” She continued, pulled her fingers up to gesture him to pick up the pace and oblige her. He did, under protest as he realised he was handing her his gun and the only thing that would protect him if the other gangsters arrived looking for him.
“Wait a second… how did you know my name…?” He realised as he left go of the black jacket to her grip.
Within the instant the thought occurred, she’d snatched the jacket away from him out of his reach and jabbed him in the side of the neck with a small needle in between her fingers. The fast-acting agent made Ty so unbelievably heavy and limp that he fell immediately to the floor unconscious in half a second.
When he awoke, he felt the tightness of what he was wearing first, a skin tight and tucked latex suit that wrapped around his entire body. He looked up as his groggy eyes perceived the suit he was trapped inside of, a full silicon bosom with realistic looking, and feeling, breasts pulled his torso into the almost dentist’s chair he was strapped to. A full length and breadth mirror of almost half the room greeted him and his shock as his body jarred upwards in resistance.
A full array of medical metal tubing was feeding into an IV in his arm, the entry point a small taped micron of pain in his arm as the mysterious liquid inside flooded into his body.
“Ah, you’re awake!” A man’s voice behind him said with a jolly bluster. He was featured in the photos from the store before. Tyson watched as the man approached the rear of the metal implements and checked the drainage of the machine into him.
“Look… I don’t know what that bitch told you, but you’ve got to let me go right now! Please! I’m innocent!” Tyson shifted in the seat to try look at the man in the eyes but he felt his head compressed by his hand back into the seat to hold him in place. At least his head wasn’t wrapped in the same silicon as his entire body.
“That bitch is my wife, Mr Cross. We know exactly what we’re doing and thanks to the drive you handed my wife, we have the perfect present to give back to the Boss.” The shop owners husband smiled but didn’t look in any way surprised by the insult to his wife.
“No… no no no no no no…” Ty complained, realising he’d been caught by a set of the very people he was trying to run from. The Boss really did have a finger in many pies, it seemed.
“Be careful not to tense…” He looked at the IV entry point and watched a small line of blood began to trickle from it from all of the prisoner’s movements. “…Should be almost done…” He continued.
“What the fuck is all this!? What are you doing to me!?” Ty continued to grumble and complain as he felt the sudden tug at his flesh once more as the needle was adjusted slightly.
“Do you actually know what you stole, Mr Cross?” The man asked him as he perused a wall at the far side of the room. Tyson looked over and found the man looking through a collection of lingerie, costumes and outfits that people wore when they visited this studio. Ty assumed from the collection that he was still above the store he was just taken from and the jacket with the drive and his gun must still be nearby.
“What? No! They don’t pay me to know that shit!” Ty spoke honestly, half hoping the noise he was making would drive someone in the neighbouring building to wake up and call the authorities.
“Of course not… Well, maybe it’s for the best. From what my wife tells me, you’re not exactly an ally to our communities…” The man continued while pulling a set of black laced lingerie from the racks, a tall pair of black heeled boots and a rolling chair with himself.
“Oh my fucking god… Is this cause she asked if I had a boyfriend and got offended I’m not queer? Fuck… Not everyone in this fucking world is, get over it you fa…” Ty stopped speaking just in time as the studio owner sauntered over, smiling as the drugs worked inside his system, pulling the prisoner into a state of confusion and vertigo.
“There’s nothing wrong with being queer… Mr Cross. There’s nothing wrong with being gay or transgender or asexual… any of them. There’s something wrong with your attitude though… My wife told me downstairs that we should just put a bullet in your brain and hand you back to the Boss without further question but… I offered something else.” The man continued speaking as he examined the flesh of Ty, strapped and helpless in the reclining metal chair as the last of the fluid leaked into his system, he pulled the needle loose and held the flesh tightly, providing pressure for the system to clot.
“How’s it coming honey?” The woman’s voice sent a shiver down the spine of the prisoner as he watched the red headed woman arrive through a half invisible door in the back of the room. The wall that wasn’t mirrored was lined with black wallpaper and sparkling gems that mimicked the night sky with a doorway concealed with it.
“Just about to put his face on, lover… What did the Boss have to say?” The photographer laughed as his wife handed him a small porcelain mug of hot tea and he sipped at it lovingly before kissing his wife.
“What… face? What… You called the fucking boss!? I gotta get the fuck out… out of…” Ty rattled against the restraints before becoming lightheaded and falling back into a state of relaxation.
As Ty’s head began to fall backwards into the chair he looked up for his first real cogent look at the man keeping him here. He was tall and slender, a pair of wide rimmed glasses with silver frames being held together by a small magnet just over the bridge that he pulled apart when he needed to. He had a waving grey hair that made his hair look like a surfing wave and he wore a fitted black shirt and trousers with white suspenders holding them up.
“I suppose it’s too late now… Mrs Jung.” He gestured to a small latex open ball of skin coloured material on a table behind him and she picked it up, unravelling it and handing it to the man. He showed it to Tyson and he realised rather quickly that while he assumed he was going to make him up and put his ‘face’ on that way… he literally meant a silicon face…
Ty mumbled and grumbled as the latex form fitted around his head perfectly and the seams between the neck of the full body suit and the head seemed to melt together to create one full suit. As his eyes became clear from the darkness of the suit, Ty looked at his new face and found it shockingly realistic, it was uncanny and awful how well it mimicked his emotions and caught them, translating them from his flesh underneath.
Mr Jung, the studio owner, was sitting at the side with a tablet and tapping in instructions which seemingly affected the suit. Ty felt the suit hug his form more and more until it became almost unbearably uncomfortable. He felt the tugging of his waist inwards and the crotch pushing his manhood down and in tucking itself, the physical sensations experienced by the passing of air around the vagina itself was, incredible… He felt the false skin almost stitch itself around his mouth and asshole to create the near perfect semblance of a real form.
“What the…” Ty said the words and was amazed… shocked and horrified by what rose out of his throat. He sounded like a woman, his voice had become sultry and suave, sexy and raspy. As though his perfect woman had taken over his voice box.
“What do you think Mrs Jung? Higher? Lower?” Mr Jung asked his wife who was observing from behind the chair.
“I think it’s perfect… The hair’s coming through nicely as well, dearie!” She responded, looking over the slowly developing blonde locks that grew from the silicon false flesh outwards. Ty felt the growth from his head, mortified by the rate at which he watched a long fauxhawk grow from the top centre of his head while leaving the sides of his head relatively short.
A few more switches and presses with the tablet later and Tyson watched as his face began to shift in colours and tones. His lips went from black to purple to red and the rest of his false skin’s makeup matched. In a moment, Ty felt himself looking at the nipples of the woman, the false vagina with a thin strip of blonde hair leading down in a well-cared for line.
Mrs Jung approached and pressed the tablet once and with that, the two looked in pride as they observed their latest prize.
A rebel looking blonde woman laid up in their chair looking dazed and awed as his makeup began to settle. Dark eyeliner and long lashes wisped upwards with wings while Ty’s cheeks were the colour of light red apples, his lips were just as plump and colourful as any supermodel and were candied pink with gloss.
“What… did you… do… to me…?” Ty asked, his breathy and raspy feminine voice strained and pressured as his throat became clamped by the suit still working its way into his body.
“I should think that’s plainly obvious, Mr Cross…” Mr Jung laughed while placing the tablet down on one of the makeup tables at the far end of the studio.
“But… the suit… Why the IV… What did you… Put in me…?” Ty still struggled to formulate a full sentence but the thought was worrying him. If the suit was what made him a woman and the skin tight latex was somehow controlled by the tablet… what was the liquid he was pumped full of?
“Oh… Of course. That’s a chemical concoction of a dear friend of ours… See, many of the women who come to us to feel empowered and beautiful arrive wishing they could change something about themselves. So… The suit you’re wearing is designed to help them adapt. The solution I injected into you is to allow your body to form to fit the suit. Right now, you’re growing real fleshy breasts and your hips are being widened and your rear is being plumped up to look irresistible. Why… in an hour you’ll be completely unrecognisable under there… You’ll be a beach ready babe…” Mr Jung smiled as he tapped the console to the side of the medical chair. An object of strange science that moulded a person into their ideal shape… only he was forced into this shape against his will.
“Why… do this…? You should… Just kill… me…” Ty objected completely to the shapely nature of his curvaceous new body.
“That’s… That’s why. You’re an obsolete cretin, Mr Cross. You’d rather die than deal with this… In a mature way. That’s what I’m going to teach you… See… I know you. I know what you’ve done… the crimes you’ve committed on orders from rival gangs… all in the name of money. I know what you did to the Boss’s daughter… Even though you think you got away with it…” Mr Jung acted up, his blood boiling with rage as he stood up and ranted and raved angrily at his prisoner.
Ty’s memories stirred, he hoped no-one would know… He was so ashamed of drunkenly fucking the Boss’s trans daughter… he…
“That wasn’t my fault… He should’ve told me…” Ty tried to object as his voice slowly returned to him and he found his mouth wrapped over by the warm and artists fingers of the man who was keeping him in the seat.
“She… Mr Cross… Please.” He interjected, correcting the man’s pronoun of the beautiful trans woman he’d known.
Mrs Jung approached holding the tablet and handed it to her husband once more, a few flicks with the apps and he held it in front of Tyson as he removed his hand from the man’s mouth.
A string of photos of a woman lined the screen, the woman that haunted Tyson’s memories as his first kill.
“She was one of our first customers, an absolute darling and pure diamond, our entire world. She was beautiful. My wife wanted to kill you… Mr Cross… I intend to make you pay for her death for as long as possible… Do you understand?” Mr Jung flicked through the photos and one after another, Tyson saw the woman becoming more and more feminine, more developed in the tits and wearing more and more revealing clothes as whatever procedure these two were helping her with was revealed. They were making her how she wanted to be.
A single tear rolled down Mr Jung’s face as he watched the lack of remorse in Ty’s.
“There’s an automatic mode in the suit. I’d rather not use it to get you dressed but I will… If you don’t oblige me.” Mr Jung stood, patting himself down and releasing the last of his anger into the moment before the restraints released and Ty found himself finally able to move his body.
His centre of gravity was completely changed, he felt the thicker waist and thighs pulling him closer to the ground while the heaving breasts he now carried pulled his back into a strained position. He ran his new delicate and feminine fingers through the short shaven sides of his hair into the longer fauxhawk he now carried with him, falling to the side of his head and making him look like a rebel rockstar.
Mrs Jung handed him items of clothing one at a time and with some confusion and finicking, he found himself looking in the mirror at what could have been a lingerie model. A black bralette that descended into a matching waspie and suspenders to sheer black stockings and the same shining tall black heels were handed to him… he struggled at first to find his balancing but he found it after a while.
Once he was dressed in the lingerie, Mrs Jung handed the newly feminine man a long beige trench coat and gestured for him to put it on with no objections or complaints. He did as he was told as he saw the husband holding the tablet ready to make any kind of adjustment he wanted to this new shape he possessed and was seemingly trapped in.
“Shall we, Mrs Jung?” Mr Jung asked, offering his arm to his wife as the trio started out of the storefront downstairs. While Ty hoped and prayed no-one he knew would see him like this… it wasn’t as much of a worry. Surely no-one would know this was him? He didn’t look anything like he used to.
“We shall, Mr Jung.” She responded, wrapping her arm in her husbands and prodding the prisoner they brought with them to continue back to where the USB drive was just stolen from. The pair were both in possession of identical tablets now and Mrs Jung even showed off the pistol that once lived in his jacket, clearly an explicit threat of a more immediate punishment.
“You don’t have to do… Do this…” Ty complained as the light clattering of his high heels sounded down the cobbled high street. He stumbled as his legs adjusted to the height of the shoes and his legs braced against the cold wind that almost forced his long coat apart.
“No, we do.” Mr Jung commented, the dour expression returning as he looked at the young man In his female form fitting false skin suit and remembering who the man is under the fake skin.
“It wasn’t my fau-…” Ty tried to continue his own defense but in one hand, he saw the red haired woman pull the tablet from her pocket and tap a control and in that instant, Ty felt his mouth seal shut, his nondescript mumblings carrying no words in his new raspy and sultry voice from his plump and perky lips.
“Basic programming is in… The skin should be in control of motor functions when we release her to him.” Mrs Jung commented watching as the young man trapped in this suit struggled to pull his lips apart and felt the terror in not being able to move his own muscles to part his lips.
“You don’t have to come with me, my love… You can rest assured I will make sure this villain gets what he deserves… You don’t have to see it.” Mr Jung clutched his wife tightly as the group arrived at the last sight of Ty’s adventure… the home of their Boss, supposedly empty for the evening but as Ty made his theft, he found himself discovered but not identified.
“I at least want to see his reaction, honey… You’ve made a work of art here and I’m proud of you. I still think a bullet to the head was deserved but…” Mrs Jung continued, clutching her husband’s arm and smiling up at him, kissing him tenderly as the group arrived at the large stone porchway, illuminated by a set of hanging electric lanterns surrounded by a horseshoe shaped porchway or red brick and granite stone. The whole place… was awake now.
Inside the layout was exactly what Ty had learnt from his recon, the main business space the Boss operated out of was a large lounge that was bigger than most event halls in the city. He operated a digital projector that worked as a home cinema for him and his business partners and friends. The doorbell rang a jaunty tune and Ty felt his ass clench tightly as he realised he was walking back into the most dangerous place for him right now in nothing but lingerie and a trench coat… in the body of a beautiful woman…
The room itself was large and empty, several tables arranged to look at the large stage area where the screen would descend from the ceiling but for now only featured a small podium that recently housed the city’s most powerful and mighty in a bid to appear legitimate. One man sat at the rear of the room looking out to the stage, with another large bodyguard, Clint the bouncer, by his side waiting as always to protect his Boss.
The Boss stood as he realised who was approaching him, walking carefully down the stairs with their prisoner in tow. He approached and hugged the couple and stared daggers at Ty but couldn’t help his eyes falling to the slender beautiful frame the villain was now wearing.
“I’m so glad you were the ones to find him… It’s fitting…” The Boss said in his clear and crisp King’s English accent. He shook Mr Jung’s hand and kissed his wife on the cheek once. A small pin on his lapel featured a flag that Tyson had seen earlier that night in one of the pictures, a repeating set of blues and pinks with a strip of white.
“Well, he came to us… Weirdly enough. Suppose he was looking for somewhere to hide and… Well… I wanted to be done with it then and there and bring this… Back to you.” Mrs Jung addressed the man with a kind smile and bowed her head slightly as she reached into a pocket of her handbag to pull the small USB device Ty had barely removed from the premises, and returned it to the man it belonged to.
“You’d be quite right too… Not to say I don’t revel in seeing this… But I understand the gift my dear brother has brought me.” The Boss clutched his brother, Mr Jung’s shoulder and squeezed it gently as the two shared a knowing look. The Boss looked his prey over once again and found his eyes being drawn to the slowly opening coat where the ample cleavage was coming into view.
“I preferred the idea of suffering your wrath… I’ve thought about how to do this too, so many times. But… this has a kind of poetic beauty to it… So… Here.” Mr Jung handed a tablet over to his brother who pressed a singular button and Ty immediately found his ability to move his lips restored.
“Please… Boss… please… I didn’t… I didn’t know…” Tyson tried hard to defend himself but he had no real defence. There was nothing he could do to convince the father of the person he murdered that he was innocent of the crime when the man was… The Boss. Information was his business at the best of times, at the worst… It was his weapon.
The Boss pressed the button again and watched as the skin suit sealed the villain’s mouth shut once more.
“There’s an automatic submissive mode developed for modelling… It should make him… pliable…” Mr Jung gestured while staring in pure hatred and agonising malice at the villain.
“Thank you, my dear brother. I’ll handle this from here. Rest assured, my darling daughter shall be avenged this evening.” The Boss smiled at his adjacent family, gesturing to a chair at the far side of the table to where he had been seated, watching Tyson walk in a demure and graceful manner towards the seat and place himself down there.
“Have fun…” Mrs Jung looked at the seated frame of Tyson who was ready to burst into a flood of remorseful tears as he realised he was now being left alone with the criminal mastermind of the entire city in the most compromising position he could be in. The couple ascended up the stairs and took their leave as easily as they had made their entry.
The Boss circled the table, placing his large hands-on Tyson’s delicate shoulder.
“You don’t have to be so tense Tyson…” He spoke down, the breath and smoke filled smell of it carried down towards the blonde hair and pushed it down slightly with its force.
He couldn’t respond or reply, he could only stare blankly at the large proper British man.
“That suit of theirs is a real technological marvel… Isn’t it Clint?” He looked up to the bouncer and bodyguard who nodded in agreement.
“Have a hard time figuring out it’s the little lifeless looking fucker who just robbed you sir… That’s for certain.” Clint responded, smiling as he caught a glimpse of the lingerie Ty was wearing under the coat.
“They designed it with the best and most pure of intentions… To let people, my daughter most of all, feel comfortable with their own reflection and in their own skin…” The Boss set himself back down, placing a cigarette in the ashtray on the table and blowing smoke out into the large open space.
Tyson tried to mutter his defence, that he didn’t know she was trans, that he didn’t know it was the Boss’ kid… He was drunk, all of it. But nothing would come from his lips until the Boss pressed the button again.
“I’ve funded a lot of ventures in this City… Most criminal but one of my personal heartfelt favourites is Pride and I will continue to fund it in her memory… See I remember you… Tyson Cross… The homophobic little pissant who misgendered my darling daughter… Only to…” The Boss noticed Ty was mumbling, trying to move his lips and pressed the button to release the words within.
“I didn’t know… Sir… Please…” He begged. He couldn’t move because of some locomotive locks that were put in place and found himself stuck to the seat itself but he said the words in his now sultry and raspy feminine tones.
“You knew… You’re just sorry you can’t live with yourself and you needed to kill… to try hide it.” The Boss gestured to Clint who approached the begging skin suit wearing prisoner and removed the trench coat, revealing the false flesh underneath, the bounding breasts wrapped in black lace lingerie, the silken stockings riding up to suspenders at the thighs and the tight crotch concealing the fake vagina between his legs.
“You know this tablet has more control than he does right now?” He offered the tablet to Clint who laid the trench coat down over a metal railing that kept the Boss sequestered away from the other tables when an event was in swing.
“What like? Oh shit… This is… a lot.” Clint laughed as he pressed a button, watching as Ty’s new body rose to its feet, the heels clattering onto the table as the form began to dance sexily for him. The slender delicate fingers moving down the realistic false flesh to caress his skin, his heavy breasts and tender nipples.
The Boss reclined, taking in the sights as he watched the man who killed his daughter dancing like a stripper in front of him.
“Think you can head off for a coffee Clint… Thank you, for your assistance tonight, as always.” The Boss spoke clearly as he picked up his cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag on it.
“Yes sir… Enjoy.” Clint laughed as he handed the control back and took his time to walk up the staircase towards the exit himself. The Boss smiled as he watched the dancing man trapped in his latex suit as he caressed his feminine form and clearly enjoyed doing it. The sounds of moans, the physical arousal present in every moment he felt this form.
The Boss prodded a few of the buttons once more and Tyson collapsed to the table in a fit of terror at the notion he’d lost all control of himself. In an instant, he was sliding off the table and seated in front of the Boss looking at him. The Boss continued pressing button and button and watched as Ty fell to his knees in front of him, the feminine form pulled Ty’s hands up the Boss’ thighs and caressed them. He had no control, the suit was driving him, pulling his muscles in accordance with whatever the controller in the tablet said. He watched helplessly through the eyes of a beautiful bimbo as he pulled the manhood from the Boss’ trousers and began to massage it with his own delicate feminine fingers.
“Open wide… This is your life now…” The Boss smiled as Ty’s blonde fauxhawk moved itself into position above the cock and felt as the tip’s heat radiated against his plump pink lips before his head sank onto it, the throbbing blood filled cock filling his mouth and running down his throat as if it was designed to do this. He’d never dreamed of sucking off another man’s cock, he’d always hated the idea that he would ever have to if he was sent to prison. The rage he flew into when he discovered the Boss’ daughter still had hers from a previous life… It brought him here.
The heat the cock ran through his brain as he slid his new lips up and down the shaft was intoxicating, he assumed that this must be something to do with the suit… It had to be. He hated every second of this… didn’t he? There’s no way he’d enjoy this.
Before long, both of Ty’s delicate hands were wrapped around the Boss’ cock and worked the shaft with love and passion as he fellated the man continuously. The tip burned hotter and hotter in his mouth as he felt the opening of the cock with his tongue. He cupped the balls gently and pulled his mouth closer towards them, placing his plump bimbo lips against the skin of the Boss’ scrotum he knew in that moment he’d just managed to deepthroat a cock that was bigger than his and did it without gagging or feeling any kind of response at all. In one quick burst, the hot salty liquid burst from the man’s cock, the viscosity of it was like a creamy sauce but almost like a mouthful. He wanted to argue with the suit but he felt the sting of the suit’s mechanism trigger his reflexes in his throat as he swallowed the full load into his stomach… He’d not only sucked another man off… he’d just drunk his cum… He was… disgusted.
“Good girl…” The Boss grunted as he pulled his cock from between the lips of the man before him on his knees, the feminine form closing the mouth and guzzling the thick load of ejaculate he’d just fed it. He noticed Ty’s eyes twitch slightly as he struggled to understand what he’d just done, how powerless he was to stop it.
“Clint, you can come back in now…” The Boss mumbled into a radio that was sat on the floor below his seat.
“Why… why did you do this… to me…?” Tyson groaned through the cum coated throat he struggled to believe was real.
“You did this to yourself Tyson, only after every single one of my men has taken a turn inside your new luscious form… Only then will I let you fuck off this mortal coil… Get used to the taste… Cause you’re going to be full of it…” The implications in the Boss’ voice held so much threat but raw emotion surged as he looked the kneeling man in the eyes and pushed him away before standing himself and taking the first few steps up towards his chambers.
“Good night sir…” Clint said morosely as he watched his employer ascend the staircase to his home and bed before turning his attention to the kneeling and almost sobbing frame of the human sex doll by the Boss’ chair, the faint running drips of ejaculate still drizzling from her lips.
“Once you’re done, take her to the Barracks. She’s free-use… Fuck her until she’s dead…” The Boss said under his breath as he made it to the top of the stairs. “… Should’ve just had more respect Tyson… If you’d not been a transphobic piece of garbage… Well… My Vanessa would still be here… Goodbye… and good riddance.” He continued, speaking up to allow the kneeling form to hear him.
Tyson felt his emotions surge but felt no control over his actions, the last thing he felt in himself was the disgust. He could have sworn he could still feel the Boss’ cum drizzling into his insides. He felt Clint’s hand next, pulling him from the floor by the tit and thrown over the edge of the table on his front. The breasts supported his landing but found his legs being pulled towards the man now assailing him. They planted on the floor again in the heeled shoes and felt them splay apart while Clint stood before him, his hand on Tyson’s back as he held him down to the table. There was no resisting, no matter how hard he willed his muscles to move… there was no response, he simply had to accept that he had to silently watch the end of his life as man after man did exactly what Clint was now doing to him… Sliding the black lace thong to a side and sliding a finger under to his false vagina. He felt the ingress of cock into his asshole, the tightness wrapping around the heated manhood with ease as the suit seemed to make entry so much easier while maintaining pleasure for the man. He felt the pain as his insides were rammed by a huge cock, he felt the creeping pleasure sink into his brain as he tried to fight it. Tyson felt the hands of the man gripping his tightened waist and pulled his limp and malleable female form towards his throbbing manhood.
“This is what you are now…” The words repeated in his mind as he cursed himself.