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Chapter 2
The girl woke from her dreams, imagining that she was safe in her bed. Stretching, she opened her eyes to find that she was not at home but in a room that was completely foreign. Sitting up, she surveyed the room around her. It was white and completely devoid of furnishings. The only distinctive characteristics about the room were the two doors, one with a sign that clearly marked it as the bathroom. The other door, she knew, led to a horror beyond belief.
Quickly surmising that she had no way of fashioning an effective weapon from her mattress and bed sheets, she decided to find if there were something she could use from the bathroom. Unfortunately, the bathroom was empty as her sleeping quarters, having only a roll of tissue, the toilet and the sink. As she exited the room she was graced with the presence of Jerry and two other men, clad in white cravats.
“What do you want?” she shot at Jerry, covering her nakedness to the best of her abilities.
“Come with us, my dear”, he ordered.
“Fuck you!” she responded.
If anyone had witnessed the battle between men and girl, they would have said that she gave a good account of herself, having knocked one of the men to the floor with a picture perfect right cross. However, the outcome was inevitable and she soon found herself strapped to a gurney and wheeled into the processing chamber. In short order she was unconscious and undergoing the first in a series of procedures that would change her life forever.
Many hours later she was wheeled, still unconscious, into the recovery room and attached to an IV. It would be several weeks before she would be allowed to awaken from her drug induced slumber.
When, finally, she was allowed to regain consciousness it was to find that she was alone and in the very same room where she had battled Jerry and two of his staff members. Remembering Jerry’s words, she quickly took stock of herself. Nothing she could find indicated that anything had been done to her and she began to wonder if it was not all a cruel joke.
“My teeth…he said he was going to…” she thought. A quick examination of her teeth found no anomalies. Still she was unsatisfied. Leaving her bed, she discovered that she was not quite herself, the long period of sedation and inactivity taking its toll. Righting herself after nearly tumbling to the floor, she slowly made her way to the bathroom, hoping to find a mirror in which she might more thoroughly examine her teeth. To her disappointment there was no mirror. What she found, however, was quite odd. The toilet was no longer there. In its stead was a small padded seat. From the middle of the seat protruded an odd tapered shaft. Just then, she turned, hearing the creak of her room’s front door, to see Jerry entering her room. Slowly, and on unsteady legs, she made her way out of the bathroom, a questioning look on her face as she moved her hands to cover her intimate areas.
“What did you do to me?” she asked him, clearly perplexed at finding no visible changes.
“What’s your name, my dear?” Jerry was smiling at her.
“Lindsey. I thought…what did you do…how long have I been…?” she began.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that the toilet is not as it was before”, he started, interrupting the girl. “You will need to be instructed as to how to use it. And you will have to use it, Lindsey. Now, you want to know what we’ve done, eh?”
She looked on at the man, not understanding what use she might have with the odd shaft.
“Well, my dear, your urinary tract has been routed to your colon. Your colon has been fit with a valve to prevent any mishaps and your anal sphincter has been replaced with a sort of elastic “O” ring”, he stated flatly. “You have been sterilized…actually, you have had…well, I won’t go into too many details. Suffice to say that your breasts and vaginal opening are all that remain of your womanhood.”
Horrified, she looked on, tears forming in her eyes as Jerry continued.
“Your teeth and gums have been replaced with a realistic synthetic, so as to avoid future dental problems”, he continued. “Also, your intestinal tract has been modified rather severely. We also took the liberty of removing your appendix. There is a bit more to it than that, but that is the upshot. This is usually the first process we put our creations through since it is the most traumatic. Oh, it’s been roughly six weeks since the surgeries.”
The girl had sunk to the floor as Jerry had spoken of the changes made to her. Now, head in hands, she wept.
“I realize that this is difficult for you”, Jerry said, sounding sympathetic. “But, you must understand that it is all necessary before we complete the next portion of your processing. I suspect that, once you find your place in our client’s home, you will think of yourself as relatively lucky.”
“Lucky?” she asked, incredulously. “How can I be lucky after all you have done to me? You bastard! You fucking prick! How could you do this to me?”
Ignoring her angry comments, Jerry began again. “After I leave the room an orderly will bring you your meal. It is important that you drink it down. After a few hours you will notice some discomfort. You will feel a bit gassy, for lack of a better term.
This is an indication that you will need to void your body of wastes…”
The girl listened to the man, absorbing his words through the jolts and jerks of her tears, mortified at his instructions for using the post in the bathroom.
“You expect me to put that post up my ass and give myself an enema?” she screamed. “Fuck you…fuck you!”
“My dear, Lindsey” he said, “If you don’t you will die a terribly painful death.”
“Then I’ll die. I would rather die than end up as some piece of…furniture for some perverts pleasure!” she screamed.
“So be it”, Jerry spat as he spun and headed out the door.
Some minutes after Jerry’s departure, the door creaked open. Lindsey watched as a tall woman approached her, placing a bottle in front of her. “Dinner”, said the woman before departing.
For the next several hours, Lindsey ignored the bottle, refusing to drink from it. Eventually, she gave in to her body’s needs and, after removing the lid, drank the slightly sweet tasting contents, throwing the bottle against the door as she swallowed the last of it. Then, exhausted from her trauma, she retired to the mattress from which she had recently awakened.
She woke to find that, just as Jerry had predicted, she felt a mild discomfort in her belly. Refusing to take action she let it build. Before many hours had passed she was feeling a terrible pain. Still, she was determined that she would die before she would sit on the terrible phallus in the bathroom. Eventually, however, it was more than she could take and she decided to end her suffering.
She stared for many minutes at the horrible post, generating the courage to seat herself upon it. Much of her thoughts dwelled on her preference for death. But the pain grew too great and, before long, she found herself sliding the horrible thing into her posterior opening. Strangely, she noted, it was not painful. In fact, she could barely feel it. After she heard the pop that Jerry had told her would indicate she was properly seated she reached down and pushed the lever that would release her from her pain.
The sudden outward flow was nearly instantaneous. So was the sudden inward flow of warm liquid that followed. Surprised by the uncomfortable inward flow, she attempted to flee the horrible post but found that she could not. She was, for all intents and purposes, trapped on the device. She reached out, one hand against the wall and the other on the sink. Bracing her legs, she attempted to flee the device that was pumping liquid inside of her body.
“Please…my God, please…” she pleaded to no one, struggling to free herself from the device holding her fast.
Still fighting against the device, she felt the uncomfortable fullness leave her, the liquid being sucked out of her. Just then, a beep sounded, startling her. Then, as quickly as she had become trapped on the horrible phallus, she was freed from it. Slowly, she made her way from the bathroom to her bedding, where she buried her face in her pillow, crying at the horrible thing she had been forced to do.
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