Message-ID: <5137eli$9710241416@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Stephanie Subject: REPOST TG: DNA II (8/10) 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: <19971024101012.319.qmail@nym.alias.net> TG: DNA II (8/10) 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 8 by Stephanie CHAPTER 15 Simonds breathed a sigh of relief as the last courier car pulled out of sight. He hadn't believed that Quince would be able to pull off this one final deal. Quince had just finishing dividing up the hefty pile of cash as Simonds entered the house. Simonds had never liked Quince's house, preferring to do business at the Quince Biochemicals building back in the city. Quince, however, had never trusted his people, who had replaced nearly a dozen policemen. He felt far safer in his home. Quince had moved to his house outside the city for the final deal, bringing only his two most trusted guards and Simonds with him. Simonds would have preferred greater protection, but the deals had gone off surprisingly quickly and quietly. "To be honest, Mr Quince," he said, "That went a lot better than I expected." "They had everything to lose if they tried something." Quince replied, finishing the division of the money. "Time is of the essence. We may be one jump ahead of the cops at the moment, but we had best be ready to move as soon as possible." The final phase of Quince's daring plan was for Simonds and Quince to go their separate ways. Quince would get most of the money, but even Simonds' cut would be quite large. Each of them had a vial of the DNA-altering virus. With that, they could completely change their identities and evade the police. Simonds still didn't like the idea of taking on a new form, but the fact that the virus that he had was based on someone much younger helped. He had tested out the virus that Quince had given him on one of the policemen that had been replaced. The resulting eighteen-year-old man proved that Quince wasn't double-crossing him. He jumped as his mobile phone started ringing. He snapped it open. "Yes?" "Mr Simonds? We have a problem." It was one of Quince's men, who had replaced the local police captain. "What is it?" "We've caught two girls trying to report Mr. Quince for drug smuggling." Simonds heart missed a beat. "Who the hell are they?!" "One of them is Jeff Stockwell. Don't know the other bitch." "Did you get them?" Simonds asked, his heart racing. Just as he feared, everything was falling apart. "Yeah, we got 'em." "Thank God." "But the other two escaped." "What other two?!" Simonds could feel Quince watching him. He tried to calm himself. "There was another black girl, a twin of Stockwell. The other was Dr. Kingston." "Where are you now?" "On my way to you. I couldn't keep the two locked up here." Simonds cursed and then told Quince what was going on. "It doesn't matter. We're done here." Quince replied calmly. "We'll deal with those two when they get here. Hopefully, the other two will turn up and we can tie up the loose ends." He saw the worried look on Simonds' face. "Don't worry. Even if the authorities work out what happened, they'll never be able to track us down." Quince got up and walked over to Simonds. "Pay off the two guards and get them out of here. I don't want them finding out about the DNA virus." Simonds didn't like the idea of not having any protection, but their plan depended on no one knowing what had happened to them. * * * * * * * * * * * * Paul and Michael watched the car with the two guards in it pull away from Quince's house. They had spent the last hour watching the place. "I think only Quince and Simonds are left in there," said Paul. "Where the hell are they holding Jeff and Mandy?" "They might not be brought here." "They have to be there. If Quince doesn't have them brought here, we'll never find them. Come on! We have to get inside!" "No! get back here!" hissed Michael, but Paul was already making his way towards the house. Cursing under his breath, Michael followed. They ran around to the back of the house, trying to keep out of sight as much as possible. The back door that the last two guards had left through was slightly ajar. They moved silently up to the door. Paul peered through. Then he and Michael slipped inside. They were in a spacious kitchen. Paul opened one of the two other doors in the room, and almost walked into a small storeroom. They exchanged nervous grins and headed for the other door... ...which was opening! Paul dived into the storeroom, pulling Michael behind him. Paul watched through the nearly-closed door as Simonds entered the room. Simonds hadn't noticed the storeroom door closing as he entered the kitchen. He placed a suitcase on the table and began checking its contents. Michael found himself squeezed into a corner of the small room behind Paul, unable to see anything. The room was so small that he and Paul were squashed together. He tried to ignore the feelings of Paul's ample ass pressing into him and the natural feminine scent coming from the transformed man, but his cock started to become erect. Paul could feel Michael's body reacting to having a cute female one pressed against it. Anger surged through him. He felt like hitting Michael, but he knew that they had to keep utterly still or risk being discovered. He realised that he was going to have to get used to men being turned on by his body. Simonds finished checking the suitcase and was just about to leave with it when a commotion erupted towards the front of the house. Simonds drew his gun and left the room. Paul and Michael remained hidden as the noises of several people went up to the second floor of the house. Mandy's frightened voice was clearly audible above the other male ones. As soon as Paul was reasonably sure that the coast was clear, he opened the door and went back into the kitchen. He stood by the other door trying to work out what to do. He had to do something to save Mandy and Jeff, but he had no idea what. He felt so powerless in his new body that for a crazy moment he considered just surrendering to Quince. At least that way, the nightmare would be over. Michael opened the suitcase. Inside was more cash than he had ever seen, and a small vial of a clear liquid. It was the DNA virus. Simonds was going to use it as a disguise. He took it to the sink and emptied its contents down the drain. Michael then pulled out one of the samples he had stolen from his lab and topped up the empty vial with it. "What are you doing?" whispered Paul. "Just planning a surprise for Simonds. If they are all upstairs with Jeff and Mandy, perhaps we can find something down here to stop them." "I hope so," said Paul, "or we're screwed." In a main living area, they found where most of the deals had taken place. Plastic bags and empty drug bottles had been chucked into a corner. On a glass table were several guns of various designs. "Quince is getting careless." Paul said, lifting one of the larger guns. * * * * * * * * * * * * "I want to thank you all, Gentlemen, for buying me the necessary time to put this final deal together." Mandy watched, shaking in fear, as Quince addressed the seven men and one woman who had brought herself and Jeff from the station. Neither she nor Jeff were tied up, but she was too frightened to do anything. The last few hours had been the worst of Mandy's life. She had been held in the interview room while the police captain and several other policemen had argued over what to do. It was obvious from their conversation that they were all in Quince's pocket. After much heated discussion, they had decided to take Jeff and Mandy to Quince, so he could sort out the mess. "I didn't ask enough for this job," said the fake policewoman. "The sooner I can get back to being my normal male self, the better. This body has some...odd urges." "I understand, Steve." Quince replied. "I have the reversal formula here, and you have probably already checked your bank accounts." "Of course we have, Mr Quince." Said the phoney police captain. "It's been good doing business with you." Quince handed around eight vials of a colorless liquid. All of the police impostors drank them eagerly. They waited a few seconds. One of them asked, "Why is nothing happening?" "Just give it a few more moments." Quince said, trying to hold back a smile. Mandy watched in horror as, in quick succession, the eight transformed men keeled over in pain and collapsed on the floor. Simonds was watching with a face that was as white as a sheet. "Was that really necessary?" "Of course it was. Now I just want to try something out on our friends here and then we can go." Quince went to a table near where Mandy was sitting and filled a syringe with a measure of a DNA-altering virus. At that second, the door crashed open and Paul and Michael hurtled into the room, brandishing sub-machine guns. In the panic that followed, Quince grabbed Mandy and pulled her in front of him. Paul waved the gun in Simonds' and Quince's general direction. He wasn't familiar at all with it and he wasn't sure that the safety was off. He wasn't even sure whether or not the gun had a safety. "Let her go!" he shouted at Quince. Quince pressed the syringe to Mandy's neck. "If you want your friend to stay human, you'll back off." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Kingston knows," replied Quince, "He made some DNA viruses based on my favorite horses. I can't take them with me, but I can take their genetic structure with me. Now, unless you want your girl to join the animal kingdom, you will put down your weapons and surrender." Paul could see the absolute terror in Mandy's eyes. He couldn't risk putting her through what he had experienced. Especially if Quince was telling the truth about the DNA-altering virus. "Alright. You win." Paul gently put his gun on the floor. "What are you doing?" Michael shouted. "Do you think that bastard is going to leave us alive?!" "I can't risk it!" Paul shouted angrily back. He could see the bodies slumped on the floor and he knew Quince would carry out his threat. Perhaps if he surrendered he could somehow save Mandy. "Put the gun down, Michael." "Do as she says!" yelled Simonds. While Michael was distracted, Simonds had drawn his own handgun and was now pointing it straight at Michael. Michael cursed himself. His own gun was still pointed at Mandy and Quince. There was no way that he could hit Quince while she was still in the line of fire. He threw his gun to the floor. Simonds flinched, but the sub-machine gun didn't go off. Quince let out the breath he had been holding. He had thought he was finished there. "Right. Now sit down on the floor and..." He was interrupted by a shriek of rage as something slammed into his side. Quince was thrown to the floor, losing his grip on Mandy. He was being attacked by a young black woman. How had Paul crossed the room so quickly? No, this was Jeff! "You motherfucker! I'll kill you!" Jeff screamed. Michael noticed that Simonds had turned to see what was going on. Now was his chance. He scooped up the sub-machine gun, pointed it at Simonds, and squeezed the trigger. The gun made a deafening noise as it spat several bullets at Simonds. Fortunately for Simonds, the recoil had ruined Michael's aim. The bullets thudded into the wall beside him. Simonds' nerve broke. He jumped at the door before Michael had time to re-aim. Another burst of gunfire exploded into the doorframe as Simonds ran at full speed downstairs. Quince could fend for himself, Simonds thought, it was time for him to get the hell out of there while he still could. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed his suitcase of money, and ran for his car. Back upstairs, Quince wrenched Jeff off of him and struggled to his feet. As he regained his balance he noticed the syringe sticking out of his thigh. A moment of pure fear ran through him until he saw that the contents of the syringe hadn't been injected into him. He yanked it from his leg with one hand while pulling his own handgun out of its holster under his jacket. Michael was still distracted by the escaping Simonds, and Paul was bending to pick up the gun he had put down. Quince fired four bullets at the two in quick succession. Two thundered into the window frame on either side of where Michael was standing. Michael dropped to the floor trying to escape the gunfire. The third bullet went clear through the window, and the final one slammed into Paul, throwing him bodily against the wall. One down, three to go. Quince pointed the gun at Michael and squeezed the trigger. The gun clicked and jammed. Quince swore, but decided to get out before Michael started shooting again. He leaped over Michael and was gone. Michael scrambled upright as he heard Quince making his escape. He looked over at Mandy. "Grab a gun! we can still get the fucker." He stopped when he saw the horrified look on Mandy's face. Michael turned to see Paul slumped on the floor, totally still, with a rapidly growing patch of red staining his blouse. CHAPTER 16 Simonds drove in a state of near panic. It took all of his self- control not to accelerate wildly when he saw two patrol cars scream past him going the other way. He watched the flashing lights vanish into the distance. He wondered if they were heading to Quince's house. Whatever the case, he had to dump the car as soon as possible. He was now heavily implicated in the murder of eight policemen and Quince's thugs who had replaced them. Despite the misgivings he had about taking the virus, he now had no other options. It was well past midnight when he pulled into the center of a neighboring city. He still felt that he was uncomfortably close to Quince's smuggling base, but he couldn't risk taking the car any further. He left the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked. The car would probably be gone inside of an hour. He took the suitcase and made his way into a deserted back alley. Carefully, he took the vial of DNA virus from the suitcase and drank its contents. The one good result from all this was that he would lose nearly twenty years in age. He hated to give up his life and appearance, but unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life on the run, there was no choice. The body he had chosen was that of an eighteen-year-old athletically-built white man. He could feel his stomach start to churn as the virus made its way through his internal organs, remaking them as it went. Simonds pulled open his shirt to feel his new more muscled torso. He felt his skin ripple and change under his hands, but somehow it didn't feel right. The skin was firmer, but there was none of the hard muscles that he had been expecting. Maybe they'll appear in a few minutes, Simonds thought. The virus reached his chest and he started to feel his pectorals expand. That was more like it. The new form he had chosen had been quite handsome. He'd have no trouble getting women with it. He ran his hand up to his expanding chest muscles. As he put his hands on them, he realised that something was badly wrong. Rather than being hard and firm, they were very soft and surely they were getting larger than they should. In fact, they felt exactly like a pair of... Simonds stumbled against the wall of the alley in total shock as he grasped the tits he was rapidly growing. Quince had tricked him somehow! Simonds couldn't see how that was possible. He had kept the virus in his possession ever since he had tested it on the cop. "No," he whispered over and over again, his voice cracking and rising in pitch to that of a very frightened girl as the virus rose through his neck. The virus was also working its way down from the torso, and Simonds could feel his hips start to widen. Then he felt a strange pulling sensation between his legs. He reached down, dreading what he would find. His hand slipped past the belt of his pants, which was noticeably looser now. Slowly his fingers made their way through his pubic hair. He moaned in shock as they slid over the slit that had replaced his manhood. His vision blurred as the virus finished altering his head. Simonds felt a burning need to find out who he now was. He picked up the suitcase, which now seemed much heavier than before, and started making his way towards a more well-lit area, trying to ignore the strange pulling sensations of his new breasts and the absence between his legs. Finally, under a street lamp, he saw his new face in a pool of rainwater and recognized it. She had the face of an angel. Simonds knew that the real thing had worked as a prostitute since she had left school a few years previously. Simonds had himself collected a blood sample from her. Now he was her. "What have we here?" came a slightly slurred voice from down the alley. Simonds looked up to see four rough-looking teenagers approaching. He could tell instantly from the looks on their faces what they were planning. Simonds knew he would have to abandon the money, but it was a small price to pay to avoid being raped. He leapt to his feet and took off down the alley, trying to ignore the two weights bouncing on his chest as he did so. He could see a main street up ahead. He was almost safe! Then something grabbed him from behind around his waist and he was dragged to the ground. A hand was clamped over his mouth, and he was dragged back to where the other three waited. One of them had opened the suitcase. "Shit! She's loaded!" "Yeah, she is." said the other, clearly the leader. He walked over to Simonds. "So, what is a nice little girl like you doing with all this money?" Simonds threw a kick at the boy, who danced out of the way laughing. "I like it when they struggle." He declared. He drew a flick knife from his pocket and slowly cut all the clothing from Simonds's shivering body. Simonds struggled with what little strength his new body had, but he was unable to break the grip of the four rapists. He howled in anger and fear as his body was violated. The torment seemed to last forever. Throughout his ordeal no one came to investigate the screams and the teenagers were able to take their time. He wasn't quite sure how it ended, but the next thing he could remember it was just before dawn. He was curled up on the remains of his clothing and the suitcase was gone. He staggered to his feet and stood shivering in the alley. What could he do now? He was involved in deaths of eight cops, so he couldn't risk going to the authorities. He had nothing now. All his plans were in ruins. It was going to be a struggle just to find enough to eat, let alone a place to stay. Wrapping the remains of his clothes around his curvy feminine frame, he moved silently to the edge of the alley. Down the street he could see several women dressed in cheap, revealing clothing. He felt sick as he realised that joining the prostitutes on the street was perhaps his only chance of getting enough money to survive. Over a hundred miles away, Quince was heading South. He had changed cars soon after leaving his house for the last time. All in all, Quince Biochemicals had been very profitable to him in the few short years that it had been in operation. Now he was going to be able to live in luxury, without having to worry about being tracked down by the authorities. He had a large amount of money hidden in various bank accounts, and he had the DNA virus. Nothing and no one could stop him now. 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