4 comments/ 46910 views/ 6 favorites A Debt Paid Ch. 01 By: alphomega This story involves some gender bending, so if you are uncomfortable with that move along, this is not your cup of tea... The following story is based on the results of a DNA reshaping nano-robotic technology designed in China for making perfect workers, soldiers and prostitutes. The mob just bought some of the prostitute nano cocktails on the black market. In short it can transform any human into a nubile sexpot, in addition to the outward body changes, there are sinister changes to the recipients body and brain's physiology. The revised body is much more sensitive to sexual stimulation especially in the area of the mouth and a the modified woman's, er, eh backside. So much so that a rough session of deep throat or a hard ass pounding can send them into a spiral of multiple orgasms, just as a juicy session of getting eaten out will drive a normal woman over the edge. In addition to the increased sensations, the sense of smell is much more responsive to male pheromones which causes a breakdown in inhibitions in the frontal lobe as well as a building attraction to the male. In short, the hornier a guy is for her, the hornier she will become and will have less control of turning him down. The third modification is the brains response to MSP or the major sperm protein, when exposed to a dose of a MSP which is present in a man's cum, a changeling's brain will release a heavy dose of dopamine. The layman's explanation: if you cum in or on one of these bitches, they will feel like they are on a beach in Tahiti and that everything in the world is just right, but a couple of days later they will feel depressed and agitated and crave a shot of goo. It's a sinister trifecta designed by the Chinese to make sure even dominant males who were administered the process would behave like willing whores. The final modification is that the first man's semen which the changling comes in contact with will trigger a "loyalty response" something like love, but more like ownership -- making for a perfectly loyal whore. This is where our story begins... ________________________________ A few months ago Matt was on top of the world, every bet he made was a win. Of course, things started to crumble and he started to amass a debt he could not pay off - on a double or nothing bet on the Patriots, who lost against all odds, in Superbowl XLVI he found himself in debt to the bookies for a million dollars. He was in deep shit and he knew it. He felt the target on his head everywhere he went, the paranoia was eating away at him. When the goons caught up with him he almost felt a sense of relief, his run was over. "Are you going to kill me?" Matt asked. "No, the boss wants to see you to work something out." One of them gruffly answered as he motioned to the limousine that had just pulled up. He felt like a lamb on it's way to the slaughterhouse as he walked to the limo and climbed in alone. "Good Morning Matt." The boss said to him, his mouth was dry and he felt like he was going to shit his pants. "Calm the fuck down, I ain't gonna hurt or kill you. You think your the first schmuck to get into me for a lot of bread? If I kill you, you aren't worth shit -- I want my money. Capiche?" He said as he opened up the small bar in the limo and pulled out two cans of beer he opened one and passed it to Matt. Unknown to Matt, the beer he was about to drink had been doped with a dose of gender-bending nanites. "Y-yes sir..." He stammered, trying to keep cool. "Drink up, you're all tense. It's gonna be alright - your going to work off your debt kid. See, we've come into something new and you're going to try it out for us." Matt took a long drink almost draining half the can, his dry mouth and screwed up nerves could use a cold one right now. His mind worked up images of having to kill people, mule drugs or all kinds of other dangerous activities. "What kind of work are we talking about?" Matt meekly asked. The boss bellowed a belly laugh, "Well, we ain't gonna have you off-ing people, if that's what your worried about - you're a total pussy! You got no poker face, so we can't have you doing anything sneaky... Tell me Matt, what do you think you can bring to the organization?" Matt took another drink, he felt strange tingling all over his body and thought a drink might help stave off the anxiety. "Well I went to school for accounting, I could be helpful with the books and stuff." The tingling continued and was turning into a full on fever -- he finished his beer. Then he confessed, "I feel really funny, I think I'm have a panic attack or something." He felt the tingling grow from a passing feeling to a nagging pins and needles feeling and his body became numb, his vision went white as sweat poured from him. The boss sat across from him, smiling in anticipation of the changes taking place in front of him. He saw the young man writhing as his body changed from that of a young slightly overweight man to a trim beautiful woman. First his bone structure changed, becoming smaller and more delicate and then the hair sprouted a blond crown and grew out to shoulder length. His face changed, the eyes elongated and the cheek-bones became high and pronounced -- the face was taking on asian features. The asian attributes were off set by pale blue eyes and her golden hair. The body was covered in oversized clothes, even so, anyone could tell a nubile form lay underneath them. During the transformation Matt saw nothing and felt nothing but painful numbness in the form of pins and needles all over his body. He did hear his own moans which changed from low guttural groans to higher pitched moans. The prickling subsided to a slight tingling and was going away as his vision returned the first thing he saw was feminine hands and blond hair hanging into his field of vision, he then felt he had breasts and his first reaction was to check his dick. "Ahh! What the fuck did you do to me? I'm a woman" He looked at the powder-puff of ginger pubes where his manly junk used to be. He looked at the boss with terrified, pleading eyes. The boss pulled out a handgun and pointed it squarely into Matt's new face, "I wouldn't kill you before, people would look for you. Now nobody knows who YOU are. If I were you I would co-operate or you'll end up dead. OK?" "Y-yes, I get it. B-but what happened? How'd you do this to me?" "Don't worry about it and don't say anything to anyone or we'll kill you -- just do everything your told and we'll change you back when you've paid off your debt. Start by taking off those clothes and putting this on." He pulled a box out from under the seat and passed it to his captive. "From now on, we'll call you Tamara. That's your name." She opened the box and saw a sexy embroidered set of bra and panties laying on top of a pink sweat-suit. She looked up at the boss who was still aiming a gun at her. "Undress" She had no choice but it was the last thing she wanted to do, she didn't want to see her new body and was afraid of what would happen when she was naked; however, she didn't have the option. She grabbed the bottom of the men's t-shirt that was three sizes to big for her, with the same gusto it takes to jump into ice cold water, she quickly pulled it over her head. She felt the shirt catch the bottoms of her new heavy breasts and it caused them to plop down one at a time within a second of each other -- the sensation was alien as was the sight. Matt's brain tried to grapple with what it was seeing. Two perfect tits, on the large side, sat above a pinched waist, flawless lightly tanned skin framed her pink pencil eraser nipples. "Come here, let me see those..." He reached across the limo and his hands cupped the weight of the breasts, then gave them a squeeze and rubbed the nipples with his thumbs. This betrayed Matt's brain with a jolt of sensuous pleasure which escaped Tamara's mouth as a tickled "Ohh" and a giggle. "Go on, let me see the rest." The boss commanded. Matt's mind still reeled inside of this new body and the new sensation that he just felt from his breast, the changeling knelt down to take off the oversized pants, they were so big they fell off themselves. Matt's mind jerked his new body back into his seat which allowed the pants to fall off completely. "Not bad, honey." He still held the gun but the boss was looking at his captive in a different way, like a hungry wolf. The boss's new trophy sat totally nude and tied in a knot, crossing her legs tightly and leaning forward to cover her nipples. Trying to hide it not only from the leering eyes, but from her own mind which was trying to wrap itself around the situation. "Why don't you put on the underwear I got you, maybe you'll feel more comfortable?" He beckoned her with his gun. Not like I have any options... She lifted up the bra, it was pink with black embroidery and white lace, quite a piece of work. The tag read 32D, she put her arms through the straps and fumbled with the clasp behind her back. "Lemme help" shifted herself to his side of the limo, on the other side of the same seat. She felt his rough hands secure the clasp, the bra lifted her boobs together and gave her bubbly cleavage. "Never put one of those ON before." Gruffed the boss. "A new one for both of us." she said as she reached for the panties, but the boss arm restrained her from behind as the guns barrel rested on her jawbone. He pulled her into his lap, she sat bare-assed on his lap. "Please don't hurt me!" She uttered. She felt the boss's hot mouth kiss her neck which filled her body with lust and her mind with disgust. To be continued... A Debt Paid Ch. 01 I was 17 when his goons first starting visiting my family asking for money. My father had borrowed money from the mob and couldn't pay it back. When I was 18, I saw him for the first time. He was wearing a pristine suit that day, he was not the tallest man but you could feel his power when he walked into the room. His name was Johnny, and he was the oldest son of the mob family of Toronto. My father never let me stay in the room when he would come to visit; my mother had died so I was all he had left. Once I was 19, I would stay out later with my friends. Tonight was the first night I met him officially. I came home around 2am, he was standing in the kitchen waiting for my dad to come back from doing something in the den. He took one look at me and said, "Are you Mr. Montgomery's daughter?" his accent was hard to place but it was so deep and sexy that I blushed bright red. I responded with "uhh yes, who are you?" He said "My name is Johnny", everything went dark. *** I must have passed out drunk last night, I thought to myself. I wonder if my dad is up yet. I sat up in bed and reached over to my nightstand but I realized that the bed was too big to be my twin bed, it was also too soft to be my bed too. So I scrambled to find a light and final I found a lamp that illuminated the room I was in. It was plain but much more modern than my own room in our shabby apartment. I walked over to the door and opened it; it led to a hallway with 2 more doors. I walked through and found one door led to a bathroom and another door led to another much more extravagant bedroom. The last door was locked so I assumed it was the door to get out of this weird apartment. Suddenly the door opened and Johnny walks through, I look shocked and he looks somber. "Hello Rachel" "Hi" I barely squeak out, my heart is pounding and I feel nervous being alone with him. "Do you know why you're here?" he asks. "No, did something happen to my father?" "No, he sold you to me to pay off his debt." He says with no level of empathy or remorse. "WHAT? My father wouldn't do that! You kidnapped me!" I yelled at him. He was not deterred in any way. "Yes he did, so now you are mine" he said with authority. He stepped away from the door and came towards me. "You cant own me! I'm my own person you psycho!" my gusto was running out as he stalked towards me and I started to back up. When I hit the wall and pressed my palms against it, he slammed his right beside my head loudly. I made a pathetic squeak as he leaned in close to me. He put his mouth right by my ear and whispered, "You're mine baby, and I can choose to be real nice" here he slid his other hand not on the wall from the back of my thigh to my ass and gave it a gentle squeeze "or I can be mean" with that he pulled back his hand and slapped my ass hard. I jumped a bit but tried not to make sound because I knew I would moan. As hard as I tried I couldn't help but let out a slight whimper. "Oh you like that eh baby?" he whispered into my ear as he soothed his hand on my ass where he'd slapped it. He moved his hands up to my hips and stepped forward so his front was glued to my front. He slid his mouth down to my throat and started to suck while he rolled my hips against his pelvis. I was getting so turned on that I couldn't focus on anything but the feel of his hands and my hips and his mouth on my throat. He slipped his thumbs underneath my shirt so he could run his hands along my pelvis and hips. I could feel him tugging my thong making it rub sensually on my absolutely soaked pussy. I was enjoying it so much I didn't notice how loud I was being with my moaning and whimpering. Johnny moved his mouth back to my ear and whispered, "Say my name baby, I want to hear you moan and scream my name". I didn't want to bend to his will so I bit my lip. He growled against my ear, which made my whole body shiver. He grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck and forced my head back so he could have more access to my neck. "Say it, come on Rachel I want to hear you say my name" right as he finished he opened his mouth and bit my neck hard and started to suck my neck. "Unnnnnh Johnny" I cried out, he growled and lifted me by my ass so I could wrap my legs around his waist. Once he lifted me up I was the right height for him to kiss me, and did he kiss me. I was already light headed but when he kissed me I physically swooned, if he hadn't already been holding me up I would have fallen. He groaned into my mouth and used his tongue to dominate my mouth. Just as he was moving away from the wall and taking me to the nice I found my senses and started to fight him. "You rat bastard, what do you think you're doing? You don't own me!" I yelled and beat on his back with my fists childishly. "Baby I like how you have some fight in you, but maybe you should see what awaits you if you're too naughty." Johnny put me down and dragged me by my wrist through the apartment back to the hallway with the bedrooms, he walked right up to the locked door and pulled a key from around his neck. "This is the punishment room, if you piss me off too much I'll leave you in here for the night. I hope not to have to use this but I wanted you to see it" he said to me. It was essentially a cellar with a metal bench inside. It was cold and cramped, I was terrified about going in there so I took a step back. "Please don't put me in there" I said to him. "I shouldn't have to baby, but always remember that its here" he responded. "Now because it's your first night, I think I'll leave you alone for now. Go back to the room that you were in before and don't come out until I wake you up tomorrow. There is a door to the bathroom in there so take a shower" he said sternly. I followed his instructions; I didn't know what else I could do. I noticed while in the bathroom that all my products that I used at home were here but all brand new. He must have made a list and bought me all new stuff, I thought to myself. When I was dry I got into bed and hoped that tonight was all just a nightmare and I'd wake up in my twin bed at home tomorrow morning. A Debt Paid Ch. 02 This story involves some gender bending, so if you are uncomfortable with that then please move along, this is not your cup of tea... Matt's mind whirled, but the changeling's body betrayed his mind's conflict. Tamara's bare pussy felt a stiffening pecker through the material of the mobsters pants. "Oh my god! He's getting hard... I'm not gay, I can't do this." Then the devil on the other shoulder chimed in, "Well it's not exactly gay, you are a woman silly, it's only temporary anyway..." With that, one of the gangsters hands started kneading her fleshy mounds while the other worked it way to the top of her slit. With that, Tamara's hips involuntarily started grinding on the boss's cock. The response went unnoticed by Matt's mind as he was becoming carried away in the feeling. The warmth of the erect dick touching the new sensitive folds of her twat, even through fabric, was a game changer. Tamara laid back into the man and tribbed hard on his meat – it was all she could do. The man guided her face to his and started to kiss her deeply – this snapped Matt's mind to attention, but it also made something inside of him submit. The pheromones released during the kiss we're preventing him from stopping. Then the boss's fingers made circles over a moist clit in a steady rhythm which was bringing on a build up of excitement deep in her belly. "Mmmm, it never felt this good as a guy." He thought. "I think I'm going to cum..." "Don't stop!" Tamara shouted. Unfortunately he did, and he laughed as he pushed her off of his lap... Tamara sat knealing on the floor with her back to the man. Her tight little body was red hot and on the brink of an orgasm stolen from her – The boss undid his belt and pulled off his pants and boat shoes quickly. Tamara turned to see the man in navy blue boxer briefs taking off his shirt. For a guy in his late forties this guy was in great shape, and he smelled so intoxicating. Tamara's arm rested on his inner thigh and she looked up into his face. "Well bitch... it ain't gonna suck itself." He boomed. The changeling thought "Oh my god, I have to suck his dick and I kind of want to." Matt's mind answered, "it's only temorary and it"s better than getting killed" The pheromones floating from the big dick inches from Tamara's face helped influenced the decision. Tamara's hands worked up his thighs then rubbed the bulge in his underwear as she kissed his inner thigh, then her mouth made its way over his bulge she teasingly nibbled it. He squirmed with pleasure and she saw his toes curl, she realised the power she had in this form. Even though, though combination of pheromones drove out any last reservations and Tamara grabbed the band of his underwear. He lifted his ass to help her free his cock which bumped into her face as she freed it. The musk of his cock excited her and she felt the fire in her belly re-kindle. She took it into her hand, and examined it for a moment - it was pretty big, and it looked even bigger because it was neatly manscaped. It was maybe about seven or so inches, very thick and cut. She grabbed the girth of his cock at the base and put the head of his cock to her mouth, then she gently put his peckerhead in her mouth. "Oh my god, it's in my mouth..." she thought as she felt a sexual rush never before felt jolt through her body. Tamara"s blond head started to bob up and down in a steady rhythm on the mobsters thick meat automatically. Tamara took in the sensations, the softness of the head, the hardness of the shaft, the musk of his balls, she could feel his heart beating in the soft underside of his hard dick. She took it all in, the faster and deeper she took his dick, the more the tense fire in her belly grew. The boss looked down at the nubile, blond-haired asian sexpot who was sucking his cock so eagerly. Her silky hair which was shoulder length was gently tickling his inner thighs and his balls. He sat back and admired her tiny waist which ballooned out into a firm heart shaped ass. He reached down and spanked it, he felt her lips and tongue working his cock. He rubbed her asshole and worked his hand down to her snatch, which was soaking wet - this must have really driven her wild because with that she looked into his eyes and made his cock disappear into her exotic face. Tamara watched as she saw her nose get buried in his little patch of pubes, he grabbed her head and started to roughly throat fuck her. His groin pounded her face a few times which triggered orgasms to ripple through Tamara's body. As she began to feel the first wave of pleasure as the boss grunted and shot a hot squirt of cum in her mouth. It caused Tamara's orgasm to blossom into a full body seizure, but her mouth remained clamped on his cock until every last drop was milked and her eyes stayed fixed on his. She swished the akaline, salty, thick cum around in her mouth and it made her feel like she had never felt before, then she swallowed it. Everything changed, she felt like everything was OK. She resolved that she'd do whatever the boss wants, he's going to take care of her. Tamara lay crumpled between his legs his cock quickly deflating, she looked up at him with her big blue almond eyes and asked him, "What should I call you anyway?" "My name is Anthony, but you can call me Daddy." Her pearly white teeth peeked out below her full pink lips as they curled up into a smile, "That was awesome Daddy!" He pulled up his pants and answered "Not bad, sugar. Now you've definitely got something to offer the organization, Daddy's going to take care of you." Then he knocked on the window to the driver which rolled down enough for communication, "The Glass Slipper." He told the driver than the limo pulled away. To be continued