Message-ID: <5134eli$9710241412@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Stephanie Subject: REPOST TG: DNA II (6/10) by Stephanie Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971024101003.24581.qmail@nym.alias.net> TG: DNA II (6/10) My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525/. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. This story is copyright 1996 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. DNA II part 6 by Stephanie CHAPTER 11 As Paul's eyes focused on the ceiling it gradually occurred to him that it was the wrong color. He raised his head and realised that he was in Mandy's room. His head started pounding. He laid back on the bed and tried to remember what had happened the night before. He and Mandy had gone to a couple of nightclubs and had ended up getting drunk in a gay and lesbian club. Paul shifted under the bed covers as he remembered how he and Mandy had danced together. How had he ended up in her bed? Then he remembered lying naked in her arms on the bed, letting Mandy suck and caress his breasts. He remembered slipping his hard cock into her eager pussy and coming deep inside her. Paul's eyes shot wide open. He had orgasmed INSIDE Mandy! He could see a sleeping figure next to him out of the corner of his eye. With all that in her, she must have contracted the DNA virus from the lower-half of his body. By now, Mandy must be well on her way to manhood, if she hadn't already completed the change. He considered slipping out of bed, grabbing his clothes, and running from the apartment, but he knew he couldn't do that to Mandy. Holding his breath, he slowly turned to confront the person sleeping next to him. The face was still Mandy's, beautiful even in sleep. Her face hadn't altered at all. He lifted the bedcovers to see if her body had changed at all. The soft, curvy body was just as he recalled it from the previous night. "Good Morning, Paula." said Mandy in a sleepy voice. Paul hastily dropped the covers. Mandy just giggled, "Yep. we did it all right. It wasn't a dream." She lifted the covers and stared at Paul's body. She reached down to his cock and pulled something off of it. "You forgot to take the condom off last night." A condom? Thank God! "I don't remember putting it on." he admitted. "I did it while you were licking me into a frenzy. I don't plan to get pregnant just yet and you were too blitzed to think about contraception." She continued to admire his body. "To be honest, I'm surprised that you can still function as a man with breasts that large." "There's a good reason why. I didn't...become...like this through hormones or surgery." Mandy ran a hand over one of Paul's firm breasts. "You can say that again. These haven't been anywhere near a surgeon's knife." Paul carried on, trying to ignore the feelings of arousal, that he was feeling at Mandy's soft caresses. "Up to just over two weeks ago I was a normal forty-year-old man. I was exposed to a new man-made virus that alters the body. There are two different ones running around inside me, that's why I've got a male half and a female half." Mandy laughed. "Seriously, though. This is due to female hormones, isn't it?" "No!" Paul exclaimed. He pulled back the bed covers. "Look here," he said pointing to his waist. "This is where the two halves meet." Mandy bent over to examine Paul's waist. Her mouth dropped open and she looked up at Paul. "The skin on the upper half is smoother and a lighter shade." she said in a very surprised tone. "So why did you do this to yourself?" Paul sighed. "I didn't. It's a long story." Mandy was stunned. "I didn't realise this was possible. Why did you come here?" "There is a doctor here who owes me a big favor. He's trying to crack it. He works at a place called Quince Biochemicals." "No wonder you were so reluctant to talk to men. I thought you were a lesbian. Especially the way you were eyeing me up every chance you got." Paul thought for a moment. "Last night. Did you deliberately set out to seduce me?" "No, not really. I've never had a really good relationship with men, and I suppose I've always been a bit bisexual. So I decided that if you tried to get in bed with me I'd let it happen. Then, when we were dancing, I realised you were a man. Or, at least, part of you was. The best of both worlds if you like. I couldn't get you into bed fast enough after I discovered that." Her hands drifted down to his cock, which was already returning to life. She smiled as she saw her efforts being rewarded, and she reached over to the bedside drawer for another condom. CHAPTER 12 "What do you mean, he's gone?" Quince's voice barked out of the mobile phone. Simonds could here the anger in Quince's voice. "His clothes and documents are all gone. He obviously packed in a hurry." Quince gave a short humorless laugh. "I didn't think Kingston had the guts to do it. Never mind. His lab still seems intact. That's all that matters." "He's going to go to the authorities, and he'll be able to prove his story." "It'll be a close run thing, but I still believe we can process the consignment before we have to leave. Remember, this final shipment will make you wealthy beyond your dreams." Simonds looked around Kingston's apartment. "Do you want me to stay here in case he comes back?" "No, he won't be back. We have all we need. Get back here. I want you to go over the schedule again." Simonds left the apartment and headed back to his car. He unconsciously checked the small bottle in his pocket. It contained a dose of the DNA virus. He had spent a very surreal night choosing a new form with Quince. His boss had no intention of spending the rest of his life as a wanted drug smuggler. Quince and Simonds would split the proceeds of this final run of restricted drugs for the black market and then go their separate ways. Quince would get the lion's share of the takings, but what Simonds would get would set him up for life. He found the idea of having a different body very strange, but he realised the necessity for such an extreme disguise. It was based on a well-built male over fifteen years younger than Simonds. He found Quince in Michael Kingston's lab. His boss was going through the notes Kingston had left behind. "Simonds, look at this. Kingston has found a way to reverse the effects of the virus." This was news to Simonds. "How?" "He boosted the strength of the virus. The stronger virus can replace the ordinary-strength viruses." "That's great. So the process can be repeated at least once more." "Not quite," said Quince. "The stronger virus has a good chance of breaking down the subject's body structure. On the tests he did here, Kingston thinks the survival rate of exposure to the second virus is only thirty percent." "Bill isn't going to be happy with that." replied Simonds. "He can't wait to dump the black body you gave him." "Don't tell him then. It either works or it kills him, I don't particularly care either way." Quince put the notes down. "We'll be receiving the shipment tonight, and I'd like to get rid of the other loose end before then." "Paul Roberts." stated Simonds. "Yes." Quince lifted a vial of the stronger-strength DNA virus. "We can test this at the same time." CHAPTER 13 Paul stood in the kitchen of the small apartment making two mugs of coffee. He was wearing Mandy's pink dressing gown and nothing else. They had made love several times that morning, Paul making sure he wore protection each time. He could still feel her hot mouth on his tender nipples. It had felt so good, women were lucky to have these extra sensitive parts that men didn't. Perhaps life wouldn't be so bad with Mandy. At least he could be a man with her, and he didn't have to pretend to be a woman. An item of news caught his attention on the radio. "Police say they are still baffled by the disappearance of Officer Miguel Hernandez. His bike and some of his uniform was found two weeks ago, abandoned by the side of the highway. Police sources say the investigation has no leads." Paul smiled. That had to be the cop whose cock he had been forced to suck. Paul hoped that the cop would enjoy his new womanhood. Paul turned at the sound of the telephone and went to answer it. He expected that it was his boss at the burger bar wanting to know where the hell he and Mandy had got to. "Hello?" He answered. "Paul Roberts? Mr Quince would like to speak to you." Before Paul could answer, Quince's distinctive voice sounded from the other end of the line. "Paul, I have some very good news for you. Michael Kingston has found a way to cure you. He's preparing a virus now to reverse what was done to you." A cure! Paul could feel tears in his eyes. At last, this nightmare was almost over. "Oh, thank God! I'll be right over!" "We'll be waiting for you." answered Quince and then he hung up. Paul stood there, his head spinning. Absentmindedly, he put the phone down and walked into Mandy's room. She was sitting up in bed, not even bothering to cover her breasts. "What's up?" she asked, looking concerned. "They've found a cure." whispered Paul. "I'm going to get my old body back." "That's fantastic!" Mandy still didn't quite believe Paul's strange story, but she couldn't see any other way he could have gotten the body he had. "I have to get ready!" He almost ran into his own bedroom. As he did so he could feel his breasts bobbing. Soon he would be rid of them and back to his old self. Mandy walked in wearing only a duvet as he was expertly putting his bra on. He had finally got the knack of twisting his arms behind him to do it up. "Do you have to go right now?" asked Mandy. "Yeah. I'll be back soon. You probably won't recognise me, but I'll be the same on the inside." Mandy realised that she couldn't stand in Paul's way. "Okay. Well, good luck." She realised a part of her didn't want to lose this beautiful creature, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to maintain a relationship with Paul if he returned to a fully male state. He finished dressing, and walked out to the front door. Just before he opened it, he turned around and embraced Mandy. "Whatever happens from now on. I just want you to know I love you. You've helped me through a very bad patch in my life." Mandy was close to tears, "Just promise you'll come back." "I promise." They kissed long and deep, and then Paul was gone. Paul took a taxi back to the Quince Biochemicals building. It was expensive, but well worth the time saved. "Good morning, Jeff. Mr Quince is expecting me." The black guard leered at Paul as he said, "Sure, go on in." Paul wondered why Jeff's attitude had changed so much. When Paul had first arrived, Jeff had been the only man to treat him with any respect, but now he leered and mentally undressed Paul just like the rest. He hurried down the corridor to the lab where he was greeted by Quince and Simonds. "Where's Dr. Kingston?" asked Paul. "He got called away on a personal matter," Quince answered smoothly, "But he didn't want to delay your treatment. Are you ready?" Paul rolled up the sleeve of his blouse and said, "Ready." Simonds pulled out a syringe and injected a clear fluid into Paul's arm. Paul closed his eyes and sighed. The nightmare was over. Within seconds he was going to return to full masculinity. Already he could feel his arm beginning to change. He opened his eyes looked down expecting to see his own hairy male arm returning. That was when he realised he had been betrayed. His arm had no hair and was no larger than before, but the skin was turning a dark brown. This wasn't his body! He looked up to see Quince watching in fascination. "Why?" asked Paul, on the verge of tears. "You never knew what was going on here, did you?" said Quince. "Too wrapped up in your own problems. You're being changed by a stronger version of the virus. We had to see if it could work." Paul was too terrified to speak as he felt the virus make its way up his arm and across his shoulder blades. He was hoping against hope that this form was male. An adolescent male, perhaps. The area of change moved past his shoulder and started spreading across his chest. Paul ripped open his blouse with his single white and single black hands. As he had dreaded, his breasts didn't disappear. They became as dark as his transformed arm. His bra, which had been a good fit, became noticeably tighter as his breasts increased slightly in size. Paul felt his face start to rearrange itself as the virus swept through his head. He knew the worst was yet to come. This time Anne Chamberlain would not be there to prevent the loss of his masculinity. He was going to become completely female. The virus worked its way down into Paul's male half. He staggered as his hips widened and then he felt a peculiar pulling feeling between his legs as his cock was adsorbed and changed into a vagina. By now his other arm was just finishing the change. He pressed both hands between his legs to confirm his worst fears. Instead of the familiar feeling of his penis and balls, all his hands found were a soft mound. He was a girl, perhaps forever. He looked up at Quince, who had been entranced by the transformation in front of him. "Amazing," said Quince. "No matter how many times I see people undergoing this process, it never ceases to fascinate me." "Why did you do this?" Paul asked, on the verge of hysteria. His voice was now deeper and richer in tone, but still very feminine. "I wouldn't have told anyone. All I ever wanted was to become my old self again." Quince rose and walked to the door, "Maybe that's true. I couldn't take the risk. Anyway, you won't have to worry about it for much longer." He opened the door and said. "Bill, we're ready for you now." Paul remembered that Bill had been the bald white guy who had leered all over Paul during his first few days at the lab, but it was the large well-built black body of Jeff who entered the room. "Take this girl out and dispose of her. Then get back here. We've got a lot to do, Bill." "You'll sort my body out tonight, Boss?" Paul's brown eyes widened. So Jeff had been replaced by Bill, but what had happened to Jeff? He had been the only one of the guards to show any kindness to Paul. "Tonight, yes." replied Quince. "The sooner we start, the sooner we'll be finished. Don't take too long." Bill grinned. "I'll be back before you know it." Quince gave Bill a white cloth soaked in something, and Bill thrust it over Paul's mouth and nose. Paul held his breath as long as he could, but in the end he was forced to breathe in. The fumes from the cloth quickly rendered him unconscious. When Paul came to, he was being carried down a dingy corridor on someone's shoulder. He struggled to clear his head. He had to think of a way to escape before this madman killed him. Bill opened a door and threw Paul into the hall of an apartment. Paul tried to run for the door, but it was already shut and locked. Bill caught and easily held Paul as he slapped him. "Now, Quince wanted you dead," Bill told him. "I don't want to waste your new beauty, so welcome to your new home." Paul looked up. Bill was going to let him live. He wasn't sure that living here as Bill's servant was better than death. "You'll have company here when I'm off working. Whore!" Paul thought for a second that Bill was talking to him, and then he heard someone running from the bedroom. A naked black girl appeared. She couldn't be any older than twenty. She had a beautiful innocent face framed by long curly hair. Her breasts were large and firm and familiar. Paul hadn't seen his new face yet, but he knew this girl was his twin. "Welcome home, Master!" she said in a deferential manner. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Paul. "Paul, do you know who this is?" asked Bill. Paul didn't answer. "This was Jeff, the big burly man whose body I took. Over the last week I've used a hypnotic drug to totally reshape her personality. Now she is totally subservient and feminine. I haven't even had to use the drug for the last two days." Paul could hear the unspoken threat: this is what is going to happen to you. Bill roughly removed Paul's clothes. Paul knew better than to try to resist. Then Bill dragged him into the bedroom and strapped a sturdy collar to his neck. The collar was attached to the wall by a strong metal chain. Bill smiled at him. "I installed this while I was training Whore. She doesn't need it anymore, so you can have it. I can tell I am going to have as much fun breaking you as I did with Jeff. I've got to get back to work now, but I'll be back soon, slut." Bill walked to the door "Don't go away now." Paul heard the front door open and shut. He breathed out. He had a chance if he could get away. The chain was bolted securely to the wall, and he knew he wasn't going to free himself that way. His collar was secured by a strong padlock. He heard a movement at the door to the bedroom, and he looked up to see the girl peeking around the corner. "Hello, Jeff. Don't be afraid. Its me, Paula Roberts. Do you remember me?" "My name is Whore. I mustn't say the other name." Paul winced. What had Bill done to her? "Okay. Why don't you come in here," Paul said in as soothing a voice as possible. "I can't hurt you." The girl shook her head and disappeared. "Damn you! Come here!" shouted Paul in frustration. To his surprise she obeyed. She threw herself prostrate at his feet. Bill hadn't been as clever as he thought in his conditioning of Jeff. She would obey any strongly worded command. Paul held up the padlock on his collar "Get the key," he ordered, as sternly as possible. Indecision flickered across Jeff's face. Paul repeated the order, and she leapt to obey. The key was in an ashtray by the bed. Paul took the key from her, and gladly unlocked the collar. Now they had to get out of there as quickly as possible. "Where are your clothes?" Paul asked Jeff. "I don't need clothes. I am Whore." Jeff replied. "What about your room?" Paul asked. Jeff gave him a blank look. "Where do you sleep?" Jeff pointed to a dog basket at the foot of Bill's bed. Paul made a face. Bill was one sick man. Paul started searching through the apartment. Jeff had no clothes at all. He and Jeff would have to wear something of Bill's. The front door was securely locked and Paul could find no way to open it. All the windows had grills put in place, it was like a miniature fortress. Paul wondered who Bill normally worked for to warrant such a well-protected home. Probably the mob. He was searching for a way out in the bathroom when he caught sight of himself and Jeff in the mirror. Paul found it strange to think that he had a twin now. He had the same pure-looking features Jeff had. He had barely gotten used to his previous body, and now another stranger was staring back at him from the mirror. He looked at his crotch in the mirror. He was 100% female now. He couldn't bring himself to explore his new anatomy right there and then. There would be time after he escaped. He returned to the bedroom with Jeff in tow, and began looking for a front door key. Paul had just finished going through a bedside drawer when he heard the front door rattle and Bill curse as he dropped his keys. Paul froze in fear. If Bill found out he had got loose, he'd probably get beaten to within an inch of his life at best, but there was no way he was going to put that collar back on his neck. Outside, Bill finally got the door open. He walked back into his flat. Shutting the door, he frowned. Where was Whore? She was supposed to come and greet him whenever he came home. He was just about to call out when the black girl sprinted out of the bedroom and prostrated herself in front of Bill. "Welcome home, Master." she said. "Where were you? Looking at our new guest, I expect." He ran a hand over her bountiful breasts. "Go to my bed, I'll join you soon." The girl smiled and ran back into the bedroom. Bill smiled. He couldn't believe how well he had been able to alter her personality. No one would ever believe that had been a heterosexual male just over a week before. He went to the bathroom for a quick shower. He still found that having much darker skin was odd. He'd be glad when he could dump this disguise and get his old body back. The large shipment of controlled drugs had arrived that evening, and Bill had helped in providing security. Over the next couple of days the drugs would be distributed to the various pushers. Then Bill would collect the rest of his money and the drug to reverse his disguise. He got out of the shower and dried himself off. In the bedroom, his twin slave girls waited. His new arrival was curled into a ball and still chained to the wall. Bill decided to leave her be. When he started her conditioning, he wanted to be uninterrupted. Tonight he would just satisfy himself with Whore. She was in his bed waiting for him, on her back with her legs apart. He could feel himself growing erect at just the sight of her. Grinning he climbed on top of her and pawed her tits. Paul was doing his best to keep a vacant happy look on his face as Bill groped him. He hated what was about to happen, but he had to stay free so he had some chance of escape. As Bill prepared to enter him, he began to think he should have put the collar back on himself rather than on Jeff. His plan was to let Bill do what he wanted and then grab the door keys and get out while Bill was asleep. To do that, he was going to have to let Bill fuck him. Bill placed his cock at the entrance to Paul's pussy and then slid it deep into Paul. Paul let out a long gasp of shock as he felt Bill's penis inside him. The feeling of penetration almost completely overwhelmed him. Bill began thrusting deep into Paul. Despite himself, Paul found himself becoming aroused. It was so different from a man's erection, yet it felt somehow good. He didn't have time to reach orgasm as he felt Bill strain against him, and then Bill spurted cum in towards Paul's womb. Bill pulled out and smiled down at Paul. "For a first time, that wasn't bad, Paul." He said. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice the difference when I fucked you?" Paul's heart sank. Bill knew who he was. His plan had failed already. "With a little training," Bill continued, "You'll become as good as Whore over there." He got up from the bed and went into the kitchen. He returned with a syringe. "This is the stuff that turned Jeff into a cock-crazed nympho, and it's going to do the same for you." He started to advance on Paul. "Your name will be Slut. Quite appropriate I think." 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