The New Life

The new life

Part I

Steve McAdams was a very powerful man with an average build.  He had jet black hair and light brown eyes.  He stood about five foot nine and had a controlled air about him.  He had worked as an investment banker for many years and found great success in his work.  His mansion overlooked the southern California coast and he owned homes in Hawaii and Europe.  This is the story of Steve’s journey into another life.

Steve McAdams awoke with a start.  His bedroom was lavishly decorated, but Steve found himself naked under the silk covers.  He felt disoriented, slightly confused as to when he went to bed or what he did last night.  On the night stand to his left was a piece of paper.  On it were very simple typed words. 

542 Harbor Street

He didn’t know what the address could mean.  He also couldn’t remember many things he felt he should know.  His name was easy, Steve McAdams, it came to him instantly.  His childhood as well.  He couldn’t remember growing up just north of San Francisco, his father working on the docks each night.  But, for some strange reason, he couldn’t remember what he was, what defined him as a person.  He got up from the bed taking in the room.  Steve did think it was very nicely decorated; he must of course have some money. 

He checked the closet.  In it was one designer suit after another.  He then surveyed the rest of the room, checking each drawer and each cabinet, but finding nothing with even his name on it.  He thought this should bother him somewhat, but instead he only felt compelled to get ready for the day.  He showered not really knowing what he was getting ready for.  He grabbed a suit from the closet and put it on.  As he was dressing he remembered the typed note by the bedside. 

542 Harbor Street

He did feel like he should be doing something else, but what did he have to lose.  He went down stairs.   The rest of the house was as lavish as his bedroom, but void of any personal affects.  He didn’t eat breakfast, but headed straight to the garage.  A new Mercedes surprised as he entered.  He must be doing very well for himself.

Steve arrived at the address just after 9 am.  The building was very nondescript, looking more like a warehouse.  It was in the middle of many industrial offices offering varying services from general construction to storage.  Steve parked in front.  Two double doors stood before him with nothing but a set of small words on them, “New Beginnings”.  Steve didn’t know what to expect, but somewhere inside him he felt he should go inside.  As he entered he immediately found himself in a waiting room. 

There were a set of chairs along the well and a small counter at which set a young blond woman.  Steve noticed that the woman was unusually attractive.  Her blond hair was tapered all around and she wore a very dark eye shadow that made her blue eyes stand out.  Her lips had a plumpness too them that immediately turned Steve on and they seemed to have a lightly round shape too them.  She also wore a very low cut shirt and Steve thought her boobs must be at least a double E.  The young woman greeted him as he walked up. 

“Hello Mr. McAdams, you are about 10 minutes late.”

“Uh, I am not really what I am doing here”

“Well if you will have a seat, the Doctor will be right with you”

Steve immediately turned and sat down in a chair.  He didn’t really remember doing it, but he found himself in one of the waiting room chairs with a magazine in hand.  The magazine was one of the health and beauty variety.  Steve was surprised at his interest in it.   The woman had said Doctor didn’t she?  Was there something wrong with him?  Steve couldn’t be sure; perhaps it had to do with his failing memory.

A woman appeared in the side door to Steve’s left. He couldn’t be sure how long she had been standing there.  She wore a white doctor’s coat, but where as most doctors coats where simply a cover for whatever the doctor wore to work that day, the woman had nothing underneath it.  Her breasts shown easily at the V where the coat met at her chest and the coat seemed unusually short coming only to mid calf.  The woman also wore high heels, about 4 inches by Steve’s estimation, but why he would be able to judge that he wasn’t sure.  She had blond hair similar to the girl the behind the counter, but her makeup wasn’t as heavy around the eyes.  She had a more sophisticated air to her, though her lips stood out as bright red.  She must like her lipstick Steve thought.

“Hello Mr. McAdams, my name is Doctor Saint-Claire” She approached Steve and put out her hand.

Steve stood and took the hand in his.  He noticed her nails were quite long and had French tips to them.  “Hello Doctor Saint-Claire”, he said without really thinking. There was something familiar about this woman.  “Please call me Steve.”

“Alright, Steve, if you would follow me back to into the office we can get started”

Steve wasn’t really sure what they were “getting started” with, but he found himself trusting this woman deeply.  He couldn’t explain it, but when she spoke he knew that she only had his best interests in mind. 

They entered a long hallway.  There were doors to the left and the right.  The first door they passed to the left had bold letters on it that simply read, “Cafeteria”.  The next door on the right had a number 1 on it and bold letters on it that read, “Thought”.  The door they entered had a number 2 on it with similar bold letters that read “Measurements”. 

“If you would just take of your jacket, pants, and underwear and take a seat Mr. McAdams.  You can keep your shirt on”

In the room there was a row of cabinets on the left side, a small counter top with some various medical items, and a chair in the middle.  It appeared to be like any medical office Steve had ever been in…except for the chair. The chair was different.  The back appeared normal enough, with a head rest and normal armrests.  However, the bottom portion was not like most seats.  Instead of being solid all the way through, it had two strips that were open in the middle.  It appeared to Steve that the seat would still support someone’s weight just fine but leave a gap between their legs.  There was also some mechanical gears under the seat, most like to lean the seat back, Steve thought. He also noticed that the seat was not made out of the usually plastic.  It was coat in some kind of thick liquid looking very similar to honey.

Even though he hesitated to take this all in, Steve did take off his pants and sit down in the chair without really being concerned with all the differences he just noticed.  His arms rested on the armrest quite nicely.  He found that the armrests were actually rounded in a concave form, something he didn’t notice before.  It provided a very nice curve for his arms to sit in.  He also noticed that the split nature of the bottom of the sit kept his legs about a foot apart and the gap where his butt sat pushed his asshole down.  He felt a bit of an uncomfortable breeze on his asshole with it so exposed. 

“To start today, we are going to need to take some measurements. Now some of these measures might cause a little discomfort.  I want you to know they are all necessary for your future health.  Oh, I forgot one thing. Please lean your head back”

Dr. Saint-Claire went over to the wall by the door. There was a large red button there with the words lock over it. As she hit the button Steve’s body suddenly went stiff.  He really didn’t know what had happen but he couldn’t move his arms, his legs, his head, his back, it was as if he was completely stuck.

“Sorry about that Steve.  The chair is designed to hold someone in place when we run an electric currently through the paste that was on the chair.  You see, the measurements can be quite sensitive and we need to make sure you cannot move around.”

For some reason, this all made perfect sense to Steve.  

“First Steve we need to take a measurement of your face.”

The doctor set her clipboard on the counter next to Steve and took out a measuring stick.  He measuring Steve’s eyes first taking note of how high and long they were.  Next, she measured his nose, its length and how deep the bridge was.  She then took note of the size of his ears.  Steve was quickly thinking these test wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Next, I need to measure your mouth”

Steve quickly opened his mouth.

“That’s perfect Steve, just stay just like that”

Mouth open wide, Dr. Saint-Claire slid something from behind Steve over his head around to the front.  The device was on two arms that went on each side of Steve’s face.  In the front was a cross bar with some kind of ball on it.  The device was hinged so it could easily be moved back behind his head or forward and backward.  Dr. Saint-Claire slid the arms towards Steve’s head so that the ball filled his mouth.  His lips closed around it.  The ball wasn’t very big, maybe an inch across.  Dr. Saint-Claire locked the ball in place. 

This was the first moment Steve felt apprehensive about what was going on.  He attempted to mumble into the gag, but it only came out as, “dacter sant clear”.

“Steve, please call me Michelle.  After all, we are going to be spending a lot of time together. Can I call you Steve?”

“Shore”

“Great.  Well it looks like your mouth is easily a 1 inch diameter.  I think you can go bigger than that”

Michelle stepped over to a cabinet on the left and opened it.  There was a control board in the cabinet with a number of lit buttons.  She pressed.  Steve felt the ball in his mouth begin to grow.  His jaw was pushed part and a bit of drool escaped the side of his mouth.

“That is 1 and half inches. You seemed to handle it well.  Should we try for a little bigger?”

Steve shook his, head or would have if he could have moved it.  Instead, all that moved were his eyes.  He saw Michelle reach up and hit another button.  The ball in his mouth grew again forcing his jaw even farther apart. 

“That is two inches, Steve. You are doing quite well.  Is it uncomfortable?”

“Mphmhh, mpphh mphhmmmp”

“I know. I am sorry, but it’s necessary to get the correct measurements.”

Out of the corners of Steve’s mouth and just down his bottom lip bits of drool were spilling out onto his face.

“Here, let me get that”.  Michelle grabbed a napkin and wiped up around Steve’s mouth.  She then took her measuring stick and lined it up with each corner of Steve’s mouth.

“Your mouth is quite oblong; you have large gaps on each side of your mouth, even at two inches.  It would seem a rounder mouth would be better for you, but at least you will be able to hand something large”

Steve had no idea what she meant, but his primary concern was the measurements.  He could only hope they were over next.  Michelle continued to measure various parts of Steve’s body.  His, fingers and nails, his feet and arches, his legs and his arms, his nipples and his chest.  Finally, she took a step back.  Steve had been stuck in this chair for nearly an hour and the ball gag was still firmly in his mouth.  The drool and begun to run down his chin and onto his shirt.

“Alright, almost done, we only have two tests left.”

Steve could not believe there was anything left to measure.  His mind was reeling.

“Now, you are going to feel a little discomfort. I just wanted to warn you in advanced”.

Michelle went over to the control board in the cabinet and hit a button.  Steve heard a low whine as a motor below him began work.  The chair seat between to move slightly apart. His left and right leg were gradually moving father away from each other.  At about 2 feet they stopped, but the motor kept moving.  He felt a pull on his butt cheeks.  Stuck to each piece of the chair bottom they had no where to go but where the chair went.  His cheeks slow moved farther about.  Steve felt even more exposed then before.  Finally, the motor stopped running. 

Michelle went over to the board and hit another button.  The motor began to whine again.  He feared for the worst, that this chair was about to tear him in two.  The doctor wouldn’t let that happen would she, he thought to himself.  But the chair did not begin moving.  Steve took a sigh of relief, as much of a sigh as the chair would allow. 

Steve eyes suddenly went wide as something touch his anus.  The object was cold and greasy.  It slowing moved up, pushing at Steve’s asshole.  His asshole resisted the intrusion, but with his cheeks so far apart, it soon gave way.  The tip of the dildo broke through it first barrier and pushed up into Steve’s insides. 

“We have just inserted a dildo about 3 inches into your anus. I know it’s a little comfortable, but the measurements are key to the next phase.”

Three inches, is that all, Steve thought.  It felt like the dildo was behind his belly button. 

“The diameter of the dildo is currently at one half an inch”

Michelle stepped over to the board and hit a button.  The dildo began to grow inside him.  Steve let out a yelp into his gag.

“One inch” Michelle marked down on her clipboard.  She reached up and hit another button.  Steve scream into his gag as the dildo increased in size again.  His asshole felt like it was being torn in two.  He had never had anything in there before.  How could people do this to themselves?  The dildo had grown wider and deeper.

“The dildo is now at one and one half inches and about 3 and a half inches inside you.  You are doing quite well Steve.  I think we will only have to increase once more.  We don’t want to do any damage.” She said this with a smile, but at this moment Steve wasn’t very comforted.

She reached up and hit the same button as before.   Steve didn’t even have the energy to scream.  The didlo grew inside him again and he felt like it was touching all his insides. 

“Four inches deep and 2 inches wide, I would say you are doing quite well Steve.  We are just going to leave that there while we do our final measurement.”

Steve’s jaw had begun to get sore.  The ball gag was large enough that he could not move his mouth at all.  The drool had continued to run down his shirt created a long streak and wetness.  His ass her quite a bit, but he couldn’t really do anything about it. 

Michelle went over to the counter and put on some rubber gloves.  “Just one more test, I know you are ready to be done with this”. 

She approached Steve from the front and stood right between his legs.  He grabbed his penis in both hands and started playing with it.   She lowered one hand to his balls and began playing with them.  Steve stared forward having a nice few of her breasts.  He quickly was becoming turned on.  He could feel his penis growing despite the ball in his mouth and the dildo in his ass.  He reminded himself these test were all important.  He didn’t know why, but he knew if Michelle was doing them, they must be necessary.  He could feel himself approaching his climax.  He closed his eyes, ready for the release.  Michelle quickly removed her hands from his penis.  She stepped over to the counter and picked up her measuring stick. 

“Five inches.  About average. No problem there”.

She then turned and headed for the door.  “I will be back shortly Steve and we can get you on to the next step.  You must be hungry. I assume you skipped breakfast. We will get you something to eat”

She left and closed the door behind her.  Steve sat in the chair staring around the room.  The light was bright, but he couldn’t move his head away from it.  His mouth had become sore enough he wasn’t sure if he would be able to close it again.  His shirt was drenched with his own drool that still leaked out of his mouth.  His ass had finally relaxed around the 2 inches of dildo, but he worried it would never be the same size again.  Suddenly he heard what sounded like a pump.  He wasn’t sure, but it sounded like it was coming from under him. 

The dildo gave a little start and began slow moving up and down.  It was a lot of movement, maybe a half inch down and back up, but it was sensation Steve had never felt before.  His penis was still completely erect and seemed to stand up taller and the dildo began to move up and down.  Where it was slow at first, the dildo began to pick up speed, moving a little farther out and then back in.  Soon, Steve felt the dildo almost exit his asshole, but then it violently shoved it self back in its full length.  In and out it went, quicker and quicker.  Steve’s penis began to twitch a little.  As the dildo would thrust in his penis would stand up a little bit and as he pulled out it would sit back down.  He watched as his penis went up and down as the thrust went in and out.  Suddenly the dildo paused on the way out and sat there.  His penis also lay down point straight out. 

The dildo began to vibrate at its tip a little as it stood just at the inside of his asshole.  It was as if it was waiting.  Steve couldn’t believe it, but he wanted it back deep inside him.  The vibration tingled his ass hole.  Steve felt close to a climax, though he his penis was straight out.  It was building within him. The dildo then gave a deep thrust, deeper then before, pushing its way inside him.  Its vibration carrying all along his asshole.  His penis stood almost straight up as it made its way deeper and deeper and felt the buildup inside him.  As the dildo reached its farthest point he felt a liquid start to pour out of his tip.  It shot inside him like nothing he had every felt before.  It came in burst and the liquid felt warm on his insides.  His penis gave one last start as it stood vertically and his load shot straight up in the air.  It bounced multiple times, his cum land on his shirt and dribbling down his penis. 

The door suddenly opened.  Michelle stood in its frame staring at him.  “I am so sorry; I forgot that the nutrient injection would be coming.  I should have stayed”

Steve wasn’t sure what she was so sorry about; he had just had the best time of his life.  His jaw still hurt and his asshole was sore, but he had never felt an orgasm like that.  She hurried over to the board and hit the largest button on its controls.  The ball in his mouth suddenly began to shrink.  The dildo in his anus did the same as it pulled out of his asshole.  His legs and ass cheeks moved back together.  Michelle grabbed some towels and wiped up around Steve’s penis.  She then pulled the gag out of his mouth and lifted it back over his head.

“The shirt will have to go, it’s just a mess.” 

She hit the button against the wall and Steve felt a quick twinge through the back of his body.  He was able to move again.  Michelle helped Steve to his feet and carefully unbuttoned his shirt.  He stood there in front of her naked.  Steve worked his jaw back into a normal range. 

“So are you hungry?  We have a cafeteria at the office for our patients”

Steve wanted to focus on everything that just happened to him.  He remembered it vividly.  The ball gag, the dildo, and his orgasm, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to ask about it all.  It was as if, in his mind, all of it was normal and asking about it would sound absurd. 

Instead, he just said, “Yes, thank you.”

Michelle led Steve out the door.  He was relieved no one else was in the hall as he crossed it naked to the door marked cafeteria. 

“Just head inside, I will wait out here until you finish.”

Reluctantly he stepped inside.   Michelle closed the door behind him. 

The room was completely bare except for a small table with some napkins on it and a mannequin in the center of the room.  The mannequin was different from any mannequin he had ever seen.  It was of a woman.  She had a full face and hair, not like the plastic mannequins you see in malls. The hair was soft to the touch as was the skin.  Her breasts were huge and hung openly on her chest.  It appeared to be more of a doll then a mannequin, in the sense of the words.  It wore no cloths save a corset around its waist.  On its corset were instructions.  It simply said please kneel and put your hands around my waist.

Steve wasn’t sure what to make of this.  He looked around the room, but there was nothing else in site.  No food, no trays, nothing.  Something about the instructions made him want to do it.  He wasn’t sure why.  He just knew it wouldn’t hurt him.  He trusted Michelle.  More than he had trusted anyone in his life.  He still couldn’t explain why.  On the floor were two sets of pads, one for the knees to rest on and one for the feet. They were coated in the same substance of the chair.  Steve again looked around for another option.  His stomach was growling.  He didn’t see any other choice.  He kneeled down on the pads.  The instant his feet and knees touched he felt a minor twinge in his legs and he could not lift them. 

His face was only a foot away from the mannequin’s crotch as he slowly reached his hands around the waist of the mannequin.  He found a glove in the back for each hand.  He slid his hands into them.  Once his fingertips reach the hands, the gloves tightened around his wrist.  He immediately pulled back, but he could not get free.  At this moment he noticed something about the crotch that wasn’t apparently before.  While the mannequin had boobs, where the pussy should have been there was a flat skin with a round knob in the center, about an inch across. 

As he was considering this the gloves started to pull on his hands back behind the mannequin.  Where before he was almost sitting on his feet the gloves were lifting him so that he was kneeling in an upright position.  His head was moving closer and closer to the crotch until his face was only an inch away.  The pulling stopped and Steve let out a sigh.  He turned his head left or right, but saw nothing he could do to escape this predicament.  All he had wanted was some food. 

He again noticed the knob in front of him.  He though it was curious to make everything else about the mannequin life like, but not this.  The knob began to move.  It was growing towards him and he now noticed that there was a slit in the middle of it.  As it emerged from the mannequin’s crotch he noticed its tip was not unlike a penis.  It reached his lips.  He was two close to do anything else but open his mouth.  The penis continued to grow, sliding past his teeth.  He felt it on his tongue.  It carried a slightly salty taste.   It reached the back of his throat, but it did not stop.  It kept growing.  Steve had to bring his shoulder down and arch his back a bit to so that the penis could slide down his throat.  Steve had never felt anything like this before.  He had got head numerous times, but is this how it felt for the girl. 

The dildo stopped growing just before it would have cut off Steve’s airway.  As it was, he was breathing heavily through his nose.   Suddenly the dildo jerked a little in his mouth and a liquidy substance began to run down his throat.  It did not stream out, but came in short burst.  He could feel his stomach beginning to fill up as shot after shot went down his throat.   He was beginning to worry it was going to stop when the penis gave one final start and then began to recede out of his mouth.  It returned to its previous position in the crotch and his gloves began to move back and loosen.  He was able to pull his hands free and he rubbed at his wrists.  He felt a slight twinge in his knees and feet and found that he could move them off the pads. 

Michelle entered the room from behind him.  Her boobs bounced as she walked and her heels clicked on the floor.

“I hope you had enough.  We have a room ready for you”

Steve wanted to ask about the feeding method, but once he heard Michelle’s voice he wasn’t interested in his question any more.  He stood up and followed her out the door.  They walked further down the hall.  Steve specifically noticed room number 3 with the words “Beautification” on them.  He had no idea what this could mean but followed Michelle around the corner and through another door labeled, “bedroom 1”. 

“This will be your room.  It is only about noon, but I thought you might like to rest for a little while before we continue.”

Steve entered the room.  He had no desire to question what he was doing there, but headed straight for the bed.   He must have been more tired than he realized. Maybe something in the food or….what had Michelle called it, nutrient injection.   He was asleep within minutes.

Part II to come….