Message-ID: <1517eli$9706181608@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Hell Hath No Fury 2/4 femdom, genetic change NEW TG: Hell Hath No Fury 2/4 (Femdom, genetic mutation) This is not my story, though I helped edit it. Now I'm posting it as requested -- the author wants to stay anonymous. Comment addressed to "Darkside@weasel.owl.de," or to me here for transmission to the author, or to A.S.S.D will all be welcome. V.T. Don't read this if you shouldn't. =========================== Alone, with only five hours to go before the pain really started, I started to think logically. If I can last two days with after taking one pill maybe taking two pills will extend it past a week. Some of the drug must still be left in me after the changes in order to stop the fever. So now three days was the most I went without, and that was the limit and I become very uncomfortable after two and half days. So if I take two pills then I should be able to last at least five days, maybe even six. Which means that my total male time remaining would be 7 * 2=14, or if I took two pills and they lasted me five days it would be 7/2=3.5 pills multiplied by 5 equals 17.5 days which buys me 3 and a half extra days. Three hours later and Kat had not yet returned. Well what have I got left to lose I thought. Your dick for a start came the reply from inside me. I will take two pills to see if I can overload the drug to extend the time I have available. Let me think. Pills three and four gave me her legs, so which ones won't give me tits and a cunt. I didn't know how Elizabeth would number the pills so I taking a glass of water and trying not to spill any as the fever was beginning to get a grip on my I took pills' five and six in quick succession. I erupted in spasm only to pass out Five hours later A very concerned Kat was standing over me 'What did you do, You took one didn't you' 'No, two,' and I explained my reasoning to her 'You stupid idiot 'she shrieked, 'Can't you see the narcotic is adjusting your thought patterns and probably your maths to allow it to fool you into speeding up the transformation. That's how Elizabeth was to stop you from dying, by making the drug seduce you into giving your body enough time to rest by making you take a multiple dose.' 'What have I done' I sobbed. 'How long?' 'About five hours' 'Can I stay and watch?' she asked with a curious look. 'You are sick!' 'No just curious,' she said with a mischievous grin. At that moment I was kicked in the gut by a mule, at least it felt like that. My mouth started to froth as I convulsed in pain. Wave after wave of mule kicks made me lose consciousness. I awoke sometime later. 'Which bit,' I rasped' 'That was amazing! I have never seen anything like it' Kat said. I reached for my dick and the relief of finding him still there was immeasurable. I then reached up to feel for breasts but all that met my hands my smooth skin. Phew no tits! Wait a minute. Smooth Skin! I stood up and dashed to a mirror. What greeted me there was a shock -- round but firm muscular shoulders sat above a smooth hairless, slim form. They were the kind of shoulders that came from lots of time in the gym, but not macho in any shape of form.There were no breasts or hips to emphasise the womanly shape, but the rounded, sylph form of Elizabeth's body stared back at me. 'No no no what was I thinking!" I sobbed' Kats fingers traced the lines of my now womanly shoulder blades. I recoiled away 'I thought you took two pills' she said 'I did' 'But only one thing changed' This is a pretty big thing I sobbed' I noticed for the first time how my belly seemed to go in, forming a tight, muscled flat stomach. 'At least your navel has stayed the same, although the shape of your stomach makes it smaller and much more cute' Kat Stated. 'Navels aren't genetic remember' I ran my hand over the smooth skin of my new body. This sent tingles down my spine and once again I felt aroused. However, seeing those curved, rounded shoulders, flat stomach, and flat, thin hairless chest soon turned me off. 'What is up with me. How can I be a normal woman if I catch myself ogling my legs and body?' I just noticed my collarbone was more visible now and seemed to want to try and connect to thankfully non-existent breasts. 'You took two pills. You must have another part to go' 'No way! I need to go bad ' I said. Sitting on the toilet looking down at my sylph shaped body I wondered where and how it was going to end. I actually knew where it was going to end. Me ending up being female, but the other issue was how Kat would react to sleeping with a woman. The thought of even kissing a man caused me almost to vomit. Wait a minute! PAIN! crunch of bone!, I looked down I my shapely, firm thighs only to notice that my hips were suddenly much smaller. 'Kat' I gasped and I rolled off the seat. She rushed in. 'Oh my God' she screamed. The flesh was rippling around my hips whilst inside me several rhinos were trying to escape. I clutched my abdomen in pain. 'Ahhh my belly!' I sobbed. 'That must be your womb forming.' The flesh movements were subsiding where I could see them, but the sensation from my ass had increased. 'Turn round,' Kat Said and she showed me the view of my rear in the mirror my buttocks were re-forming, becoming tighter, smaller and much, much more feminine. The rippling stopped. Nice ass, I thought, but the rhinos reminded me that it was now mine. I stood up still weak and sweaty. Thankfully the rhinos had stopped. Which gave me time to examine the changes. In front of the full length mirror stood a very peculiar sight -- a titless, fannyless woman stood in front with muscular arms and a very non-feminine face. Smooth graceful curves went from my rounded shoulders past my chest and dipped in at just the right point. My hips caused the classic hourglass figure whilst my long legs now seemed to be far more at home curving gracefully into my hips. The taut muscular stomach now blended into a bulge in the pubic area which I with horror assumed must be my womb. Turning round I saw how my ass was firmer, much more shaped, and indeed would probably have won 'rear of the year'. Each cheek was delicately shaped with just enough curve to cause yet another curve from my the small of my back to ass. 'Oh no no no no no,' I sobbed. 'Apart from a few bits I am a woman now.' More sobbing as I broke down in tears. 'Don't be silly you may have curves in all the right places now but look you are still male. You still have a dick, your face is hardly girlish, and not many women have arms as hairy as yours,' Kat tried to console me 'You don't understand! If I have a womb it now means that I am producing female hormones which will cause me to grow breasts and become more ladylike' 'Yes but your testosterone will fight that and tests have shown that testosterone will cancel out any excess female hormones.' 'How did you know that?' 'What? You think I never I read anything before?' 'Sorry, look I am really stressed about this. I thought I could cope until this change. This is the point of no return. I must try and adjust, but I find I cannot. I look in the mirror or at my legs and see HER, not me, HER.' Kat hugged me and her fingers ran comforting circles around the small of my back. I could feel her breasts heaving against my smooth skin and again the moment was spoiled as I pulled away. 'What?' she said 'I'm sorry I loathe anything female now. I feel your breasts against my chest and imagine waking up to find I've got them too, you deciding you cannot live with me, me trying to fit in being a woman but failing. Look at this.' I stood up and walked across the room. I was aware of my hips swaying but tried to put it out of my mind. 'See the REAL Elizabeth walked with such grace and posture that she seemed to float, but look at me -- I just waddle. I'm an in-between trapped now between two worlds and I just want my old life back' 'With that figure you look more in my camp than yours' Kat said. 'I know' I sobbed. 'Look, let's get some sleep. I still want to sleep with you and if it helps you can wear my black teddy and garters. I know that turns men on, me as well thinking about it.' 'We've had this conversation before' 'Yes but not when the chances of you being able to make love to me properly have dropped from ten to one to six to one. 'Just let me rest -- this is the worst day of my life.' I was feeling utterly tired and again my normal healthy desires were out to lunch. I awoke early morning much refreshed and decided to venture outside. I tried on one of my old shirts but it was now far too loose, and hung on my new body like and old sack. A T-shirt was no good as it showed every curve of my new shape, and although I once again looked lustfully at the body under that shirt reality soon struck back. Pants were another problem. My normal size didn't fit anymore and even when the belt was fastened as tight as it would go they still either looked ridiculous or extremely baggy. Kat had been watching my 'fashion show' with some concern but also she was a little amused. 'Do you want to try something of mine?' 'No that would be giving in to what is happening to me, the moment I try on women's clothes I am admitting what I am becoming and that I refuse to do.' 'Dressing up can be fun' Kat Said 'Maybe put I can't pass as a woman even if I wanted to. My hair is too short,my hands too big, and...and why am I even thinking this?' 'Because you are trying to adapt to your situation and are willing to give it a try' 'LISTEN' I hissed. 'What?' 'I will repeat again. I will resist this with all my might. I am facing a craving for something that will destroy our life together. I cannot give in to it,' I added with passion. 'Fair enough. Do you want me to see what I can buy for you? I need to take your measurements.' 'I know them waist 36,inside leg..' 'No your new measurements with a body that shape. Now I have to take hip and waist' 'OK' I said defeated. 'Let me see waist 24' hips 36' At least Elizabeth is perfectly proportioned' 'Remember nothing female, no skirts, no leotards' 'This IS Egypt. It is not done for a lady to show her legs or ankles in public, so I will buy pants for you.' An hour later she was back carrying a couple of bags. 'Here try these on,' and she threw me a pair of stretch jeans. 'These are women's jeans,' I protested' 'You have a women's body shape now, men's just won't fit now' I reluctantly put them on and did them up. The first thing I noticed was how much a bulge my dick made in them, but I had no desire to see that go. Turning round I saw my ass, well, Elizabeth's ass in these tight jeans, and as I looked in the full length mirror I again thought 'God She looks good in those.' 'Look cute don't you' Kat said Again my lust was jolted back to reality. 'Why do I fancy myself every time I look in the mirror?' 'That's easy, it's because inside you are a normal hetro-male even though the outside is beginning to look decidedly the opposite. Try these on,' and Kat threw me a shirt and some sandals. The shirt tried to hide my curves but it would be obvious to anyone who looked closely that men shouldn't have curves where I had. The sandals were the most satisfactory thing. It was only the size of my feet that gave anything away. Fully clothed for the first time in days, I ventured outside, the sunlight was bright and the day gloriously hot. We did the normal things tourists do in Egypt pyramids and Sphinx tombs, and for two glorious days it seemed as though nothing had happened. Yes, my new body got some strange looks from the more observant. I still refused to sleep with Kat as I knew that sooner or later more drastic changes would occur. The sex situation was not helped by my distinct lack of sex drive. Don't think for a minute I had accepted my fate. I detested every waggle of hip, every curve, every part of my new body. I had to go along for Kat's sake. I must say though that she has been taking it very well, but I hate to think what will happen later on. Kat stated her disbelief that I was still in denial over this but then I am who I am or should that be I am who I was. Still, seize the day. In fact the fever hadn't returned after the third day and it looked as though my theory was right. Kat Suggested that it was because my body needed time to recuperate and that the fever wouldn't return until it was safe to do so. 'If it does I am taking two at a time again, these past few days were the best I have felt since it all began' I said to Kat 'No I want you male as long as I can! How can you be so selfish? I have needs too you know.' Two more days passed, which made a total of five days in which I felt OK. 'I'm bushed' I said. 'Me too, want to go to bed?' 'Sleep yes, Sex no' 'I can't wait forever you know, neither can you!. I may be able to fondle you and caress you when you are Elizabeth but you won't be able to screw me' 'Please I must deal with this in my own way' 'You haven't been dealing with it at all. Everytime it is 'I can't cope', 'being a woman is worse than being dead', 'how can I fancy myself 'or 'No I won't screw you because I remind you of what you may/are becoming' 'I waited a year to sleep with you. Can't you wait a little longer' 'Any longer and we will be sharing Tampons,' and with that she stormed off. Sitting in bed looking at my shapely legs, the curve of my hips and slenderness of body I realised that I had been selfish and that I would make it up to her when she returned. The next morning the fever returned but Kat was nowhere to be found. I was too unwell to venture out, and in any case if I left the room she might come back, get the wrong idea, and then leave, this time for good. So I stayed put. Room service delivered dinner but again no Kat, so I ate in silence and pain. About 10pm I crashed out. Morning came and with it the now familiar cravings. A thought popped into my head -- take a pill that'll show her. But I was wise now to this Narcotics trick, and stubbornly refused to give in. Six pm and still no Kat, and this time I could bear it no more. Taking a class of water I swallowed pill number seven. The pill seemed a little larger than the others, and I had to take two goes to get it down. Now I just wait. I looked into the jar and saw only FOUR pills left. Quickly I tipped them out and counted them. Pill's ten,nine,one,two where was eight? The extra large pill! Eight must have been stuck to seven. 'Oh fuck,fuck,fuck,Oh Kat Where are you...' Three hours later and still no Kat and no changes. This meant that I would know what parts of me were to change in the next three hours. The fever subsided after another half hour. I sat on the bed completely naked just waiting for the inevitable. There was no pain, just an ache in my arms. As I tried to write a sorry note I dropped the pen on the floor. Reaching out for it with my left hand I noticed slender fingers on an even more delicate hand, a surgeon's hand. As I noticed this the hairs on my left arm fell out and muscles began to reshape into a more delicate form. I saw that my elbow now had that cute little dimple that Elizabeth had. My left arm was now much more in line with the rest of me. The muscles seemed to flow much more gracefully into my rounded shoulders, and my hand and nails were just as I remembered Elizabeth's to be. I was so taken in by the changes that had occurred to my left arm it wasn't until I put a hand to feel it's smooth, soft skin that I realised that BOTH my arms had changed. I had to think rationally, I had dodged a bullet so to speak this time but the countdown to cunt time was getting shorter, where was Kat? (OK THINK!!) There were ten pills and there are now four left, six parts of me now resembled those of Dr Elizabeth Bexley which means that each limb and body part must be a pill. Pill inventory time.. Pill's three and four had given me her legs (Thigh Over Thigh again NO) -- Pills five and six gave me these wretched curves and a womb -- Pills' seven and eight(by mistake) gave me her slender arms. This must mean that one of the remaining pills must change my face, neck, and my god voice! I had admired that voice for years. (Concentrate..) One must be the coup-de-grace -- the one that condemns me to womanhood. The next two, of course a breast each. But which was which? The next day to my horror the fever returned. Kat was right -- it was the drug that determined how long it took for withdrawal symptoms to show, not the amount of pills taken. Kat where are you Kat. My body had gone through some major changes but arms were minor so it figures that the only large one left was my head and dick. I cannot now think straight as the fever hits in waves. I lay on the bed calling Kat's name but still she did not come. Some hours later I had to take another pill but which one, My limbs came in pairs so breasts must come in pairs of pills as well that means, shit both nine and ten and one and two are pairs never mind I must take one. Taking the glass of water I shut my eyes and popped a pill into my mouth and swallowed it. Quickly counting the three pill's remaining showed me that I had swallowed number nine. Seven hours after taking pill nine and just after I though that must be a dud my head felt as though it was being hit by a very large brick. I rushed to the mirror. Through the pain I realised that I last I was going to LOOK like my ex-fiancee. I couldn't speak and my head was in a whirl. Bones crunch! and my face is now oval in shape, my normal square chin gone, replaced by a rounder, softer one. My womanly hands clutch at my nose as I can feel it reshape and form HERS. Pain in my gums indicate that my teeth are being reshaped whilst my lips reform to form HER pout. In a moment of calm I notice my ears look different, they are HER ears. I go blind for what seems an eternity as stabbing pains shoot through my eyeballs. When I blurrily look in the mirror I saw my once brown eyes are definitely blue with a touch of gray. My normally thickish eyebrows now form a frame for a lovely yet terribly familiar face. I pull at my hair which is now growing auburn at the roots as my entire scalp itches. I can now speak but the voice is not my own. Somewhere Elizabeth is calling 'no no no' The full lips in the mirror match the sound and I now OWN that voice. The hair by now has grown until is reaches my shoulders and it's strange sensation on my curved form adds yet more pain. The hair is matted by sweat but there is no doubt that I now look exactly like Elizabeth. I see delicate hands move up to the full pouting lips. (Thats strange -- I can feel hands on my mouth). They move to the oval, high cheekboned face and trace the contours with a finger(that's even odder why is there no stubble?). 'No this can't be me' Elizabeths voice says again the lips in the mirror match the words After what seems like hours I begin to realise that any pretence of being a man died with that pill. Breasts and even a fanny can be hidden but a face like this, not a chance. The full impact of the changes over the past few weeks came to me at that moment. I had been kidding myself this was how I was going to look now and Kat had been right we should have made the most of it but where is she? But I was/AM a man how could I let Elizabeth do this do me? As I sat naked, feeling my new hair brush against my shoulders, despair began to weigh on me. My life, my marriage was over. Kat in spite of all her platitudes had no real desire to sleep with a woman, she was no lesbian. But what was I? I could never fancy a man and the thought of even kissing one recoiled. I still fancied women. Yes, I know that lesbian relationships can be sexually satisfying. But I am man! My instincts are to penetrate not be penetrated. I noticed that Kat had left a bottle of champagne in the fridge, and I opened it with much difficulty (of course I was stronger when I had MY arms). Several glasses later I was feeling much worse, not drunk, depressed, and I just wanted to end it, the whole thing. Let me be a woman -- I don't care anymore.. Staring at the pill jar and the glass the choice was easily made. Pills' one and ten followed quickly after each other and as I sank down into a fitful sleep I dreamed of better days when I knew which bathroom to go in. Morning came and I awoke I thought I heard Kat return. I leapt out of bed but instantly regretted it as two large breasts bounced heavily on my chest. I did what any right thinking man would do. I screamed. Gingerly I put a womanly hand to my right breast. Its warm, sensitive firmness surprised me. I had felt tits before but never on me. It's weight surprised me as did exactly how sensual it felt. Gingerly I took my hand away and it flopped back down again, causing a strange sensation. I studied them in more detail than was perhaps healthy, but these were MY breasts and it was not natural for a man to have them. They jutted out from my chest as though they wanted to be separate from me, their round shapes forming a definite cleavage. The nipples were pink but small and the areolas were a darker color. Again my hand touched a nipple and it almost made me jump at the sensation. The nipples began to swell, and in fact if this was a woman, I would have to say a woman in arousal. But then again the swelling in my jeans must mean something. Anyway, going back to my breasts I rubbed them with another hand and let out a small whimper. 'Steady on, you'll wear them out' Kat said. This brought me back to me senses. 'Oh Kat,' I said. 'I've been so stupid. I'm sorry I said all those things' 'The thing about sharing Tampons I'm sorry too' I broke down in tears. 'With these I am a woman now' and I pointed to my breasts which now hung down, jutting away from my womanly body. 'Are you a proper woman or just a she-male?' 'She-male?' 'Yes it means you have womanly everything apart from the fanny, the vagina.' 'I that case I am a she-male' 'Let me look at you properly, come over here' I walked over to her (did these things ever stay still!) 'Judging by the way you look, Elizabeth was even more beautiful than you told me. How could you have ever left her for me. I am dowdy in comparison.' 'You are the most kind, beautiful woman I have ever met. Elizabeth, yes had beauty, money and all the thing's society looks for but I didn't love her and that was the most important thing' 'So you don't regret jilting her for me?' 'My heart says no, but after all this I don't know. Being married to someone you don't love is bad enough but BEING the person you don't love is much worse. 'Come over and stand in front of the mirror' Kat said. 'I know what and who I look like. My tits should make that obvious' 'Come over here!,Who do you see?' I obeyed her and stood in front of the mirror. I was familiar by now with all the curves and smooth shapes that assaulted my mind and my senses. What I wasn't prepared for was just how female having breasts makes one look. They were still there of course, hanging from my chest. I realised that I was correct in thinking that my collarbone served to almost set a frame for them!. As I moved Elizabeth's reflection moved. As I stared down at my heaving chest my breasts moved in unison with my every breath, their shape changing subtley as my lungs pumped in and out. The nipples were again swollen, seemingly aroused, but that feeling was the least thing I felt. Standing in front of the mirror, except for a small flaccid piece of male flesh, was Elizabeth, my ex-fiancee. 'Elizabeth,' I sobbed. 'I see Elizabeth' 'I don't! I see YOU. I came back to tell you I have found the clue and it looks like I found it a few days early. This will give us a head start' 'I could kiss you' I said 'Later honey. Here it is' and she read from a small scrap of paper The indelible mark of the hydra on a hated form will lead you to a place of pleasure and pain. To get the answer you must submit to the hydra and become one with it. Then and Only then will the next answer be revealed. 'Is that it? Wait a sec -- NEXT Answer?' 'I presume she wants to make a chase of it' 'What's all this hydra,mark crap' 'I have no Idea' Said Kat. 'I had hoped to work it out as soon as I found it but I just couldn't' she continued. 'Being like this and having these still doesn't mean I want to be a woman' I said. 'When did you take the last pill?' asked Kat 'Last night but the smaller the changes the quicker the cravings return' I said 'As far as changes go I would say they are average size changes,' added Kat, tongue very much in cheek. 'What do you mean -- these are huge. I feel as though I am going to tilt forward' 'Don't be silly mine are nearly the same size and they feel perfectly natural' Kat said 'But.."' I tried to say. 'I don't want to talk about anatomy anymore just now. If we are going to go looking for this clue we have to get you some more clothes,' Kat added 'No ladies clothes' I said firmly 'OK put your pants and shirt on and you will see what I mean' I pulled on the jeans, my breasts moving as pulled them on. Every time I put them on I felt lustful about the shapes underneath the denim. But the feeling of horror was always greater. 'Now put the shirt on' Kat said' I put the shirt on and did the buttons up, my hand brushed against warm,curved flesh which sent tingles down me. As the last buttons were done up I looked down at two mounds which pulled the shirt outwards and made my new shape VERY obvious. I pressed my hands on my breasts,ignoring their fleshy firmness, and tried to make them shrink back in so no-one could tell. 'They won't go away you know. Go and look in the mirror now' Kat said. I knew what I would see Dr Elizabeth Bexley in jeans and a shirt. Staring at my? reflection in the mirror and staring at my oval, beautiful face, feeling my breasts heave, pressing against my shirt, I knew what was coming next and said so. 'I can't wear male clothes again, I would look completely stupid, just like a woman wearing men's clothes' I sobbed. 'That's what I was going to say' Kat said 'I promised that I would never wear anything female, I will say that again' 'When you said that you could have passed as a man. Things have changed, you have changed. In order to turn you back you have to pass as a woman -- otherwise you will create suspicion.' 'OK but I refuse to wear a bra' 'You will find it more distracting without one, and besides, the sight of two unbound breasts bouncing along will get you more male attention than you want' Kat advised. 'Look I am really tired and want to go to bed' I said 'I really want to make love to you as my husband, not wife. You have maybe a day left -- maybe two -- before that is no longer possible. And if we should fail' 'We won't Can't' 'IF we should fail I would like to remember you inside me just once.' she said Kat looked at that moment so frail,so tired and so fraught that I had to agree. 'OK you win' 'I want to make love my way' she said 'What's that?' I want you to put on my black teddy and garters 'If that's the deal no way' 'Think of how turned on you are when you see a woman wearing them. You said yourself that you fancied yourself. Give into your fantasy just this once.' 'OK where are they?' She went into the bedroom and came back a short time later carrying garters and a teddy that looked as though it wouldn't stretch round a thimble let alone a body 'Oh by the way. Take this' Kat said as she handed me some gray looking powder 'What is it' 'Some Arabian aphrodisiac. It should help' I put it into a glass of water and watched it dissolve. Although it tasted foul I felt much better in THAT sense. 'Let me dress you' she said 'OK' She put her arms around my slim waist and fastened the garter belt at the back. It seemed to emphasise the dip of my waist and curve of hip. 'Lift your leg up please' she said as her hands sensually moved down the slender,musclar shapes of my thigh and ankle. Before I noticed I felt nylon on my foot, it's smooth caress seducing me. Kat now rolled the black stocking up past my knee and up to my thigh. I stared at the shape the black material made so real, how each muscle's shape was somehow enhanced by the stocking I now wore. Kat attached the clips to the front and rear and gave my ass a seductive stroke as she did so. 'Now the other one' she crooned. As she put the other stocking on me, in the same erotic manner and fastened them up. My already erect penis was trying to expand beyond it's capacity. 'Now for this' as she waved the teddy in front of me 'Normally this wouldn't fit on a man but then you are no ordinary man are you?' I made no comment still in awe of the view of my legs encased in black,stocking'd nylon. Kat suddenly pulled the teddy up passed my dick causing it almost to be squashed into itself. The smooth black silk went passed my waist,stomach and -- what was that! Kat caressed my breasts into the teddy and my arms went instinctively under the shoulder straps. 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