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She flipped the sign, a playful smirk tugging at her lips, a knowing glint in her eyes. The smirk held a hint of mischief, a silent acknowledgment of the chaos she'd unleashed, a deliberate seduction designed to disarm and flatter, to coax unspeakable desires to the surface. She knew she'd pushed me to the brink, and the anticipation thrummed in the air between us, thick and heavy as the scent of her exotic perfume.
I came hard, my body convulsing with an intensity that surprised even me. The muscles in my thighs clenched, my breath hitched in ragged gasps. If she hadn't been so experienced, I might have worried about her reaction to the sheer force of my release. The torrent of my orgasm sprayed across her face, a hot, sticky cascade that left me trembling in its aftermath. The powerful expulsion left me weak, my body humming with residual pleasure, every nerve ending exquisitely sensitive. Yet, she remained unyielding, her fingers and tongue continuing their relentless assault, her touch a relentless storm against my already shattered composure. The initial orgasm subsided, but the aftershocks lingered, a low thrum of pleasure that left my body aching for more. I wanted her to stop, a desperate plea trapped within the confines of my mind, a silent scream lost in the maelstrom of sensation. Even the power of thought seemed to elude me, swallowed by the overwhelming tide of pleasure. A moan, a strange mixture of surrender and desperate resistance, escaped my lips – a drawn-out, guttural sound, "hhhhMMMMMhmMMMMMMMhhhh," – as I arched back, panting heavily, my body slick with sweat and arousal.
I did remember fragments of my past, distant memories flickering through my mind like an old film reel, images both sharp and blurry, half-formed and elusive. Should I abandon them, these echoes of a life I barely recognized? Or should I embrace the transformation, allowing these enhanced memories to reshape my identity? The uncertainty gnawed at me, a persistent unease that refused to be silenced. I pressed for more details about the process, the transformation that had reshaped my very being. I repeated my questions, highlighting the unpredictable nature of AI-generated content, the inherent uncertainty of the outcome. Up until now, everyone had been happy with the results, but I craved a deeper understanding, a more tangible grasp on the physical reality of my transformation. I insisted on a description of the physical process, the mechanics of the change. After the initial diagnosis, I'd been put to sleep, the memory hazy, a vague recollection of nanobots, a new method of neural mapping.
"Agree," she said, her voice a low purr. She then described the process as if I were inside the neural scanner, the sensation of cool gel against my skin, the faint hum of the machine, the feeling of being scanned, layer by layer, my thoughts and memories laid bare, analyzed, and reshaped. The vision faded, replaced by the sharp sting of an injection, the cold prick of the nanobots entering my bloodstream. Distant voices drifted in and out of my consciousness, fragments of conversation, "What nice results... Think she will be happy... Let's prepare everything for the morning."
I awoke in a room unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. The events of the previous day swirled in my mind, a hazy cloud of confusion and disorientation. The memory of who I was, where I was, felt tantalizingly close, yet frustratingly out of reach. A fleeting image flashed – a memory of going somewhere, undergoing some kind of change. And I had… I had been changed. Unable to grasp the full extent of the transformation, I pushed the unsettling thoughts aside and focused on my surroundings. It was a typical bedroom, neat and tidy, but not mine. A pension? Was I living with someone?
But it wasn't the room that held my attention. It was my body. Instinctively, I sensed a profound change, a shift in my very being, but I couldn't quite define it. I lifted my arms, examining them with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The shape, the skin, everything felt different, stronger than my old body. Yet, there was a strange familiarity, as if this body had always been mine.
I touched my face, tracing the contours of my features. A smaller nose? The skin felt incredibly soft, smooth, and clean, well-defined in a way I'd never experienced before. I tried to speak, my voice a hesitant whisper.
"Uhhh… Wait! What? Is that… my voice?"
A wave of self-discovery washed over me. That voice, it had a nice ring to it, a delicate blend of cuteness and sensuality. I liked it.
Then I looked down, my gaze falling upon my body, a vision of feminine curves in a red nighty. Slender yet fit legs, a delicate waist, and… breasts. Perky, full breasts that drew my attention like a magnet.
Wow! As a woman, this was one hell of a body. And it was mine? That couldn't be true, or could it? I always wished to have a body like that. This is like a dream come true! Had I really chosen this level of change? Not entirely… Right, I remember a little bit! There was that machine, detecting my wishes, and this is what it had created. I have twisted feelings about that. Sure, I admit, I have dreamt about something like that, and the body looks even better than I could have imagined. Still, it feels strange for that to be me now. No, let's think this through. If it was my wish, am I doomed to accept it? I guess it could be worse. No, this could still be a dream. Yes, probably! I guess, as well, I should take the opportunity and get somewhat familiar with it. (Enjoying it while it lasts?) Just look at those feminine hands, these breasts, and the fit body. Could get used to that. Damn, I wanna feel myself up right now! Should I? Can this even be real? There is no such thing as a complete body makeover during one night. Not without going to surgery. Not a full body. Not without long recovery phases. And I don't remember paying for that. This has to be a dream. So…
I removed the nighty, my fingers tracing the contours of my body, a mixture of awe and apprehension swirling within me. I moved my hands over my neck, down to my chest, avoiding the breasts for now. I touched my stomach, my hips, my legs, and my thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath my fingertips, a tingling sensation spreading through my body with each touch. My breathing grew heavier, faster, a wave of arousal washing over me. I couldn't resist any longer. I had to touch those glorious breasts. I squeezed them gently, a soft moan escaping my lips.
"Mmmmmmhhhhmmmm… Oh ohf uhf. That feels nice! More!"
The breasts were incredibly sensitive, and I continued to play with them, squeezing and pinching, exploring every curve and crevice. Waves of pleasure washed over me, intensifying with each touch. My breathing grew ragged, my body trembling with anticipation. I pinched my nipples, a sharp intake of breath escaping my lips.
"Ohhhhhhh god, yes! Please, ufff."
I needed more stimulation, more intense pleasure. I moved one hand lower, feeling the wetness between my legs. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself, the sensation both surprising and incredibly arousing.
**** BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP ****
An alarm shattered the moment, a jarring interruption to my exploration of my new body. An announcement crackled over the intercom: "All new applicants, please take a look at your desk for instructions. You are asked to undergo a checkup and then attend your class at 8 or 9 am."
I stood up, noticing a note on my desk.
Dear $mc.name,
Welcome to the facility. You are our 69th candidate to participate. To make your transition complete, please read and follow these instructions:
- If needed, clean yourself up or refresh yourself. Additional accessories for beauty are also available. - New clothes have been prepared for you; please try them on. Depending on your change, you might be able to use old clothes later, but for now, it's best to accept the changes. - If you need help with the clothes or any other early steps, please dial 1 on the phone in your room. Note that misuse or unnecessary use will result in punishment. - We have also prepared necessary tools for your first day. - Please proceed to the medical station, 1st floor, room M-7, at around 8 am. - After the checkup, if you didn't have time to eat before, you may grab something on the ground floor, F-1. - Finally, please find yourself at the school, 1st floor, C-3.
The description of getting ready, trying on the clothes (underwear looks a bit sexy, but luckily the school clothes cover that, looking normal). The medical checkup involves getting naked, being groped everywhere, feelings of embarrassment, and when the doctor sees how wet I am, she teases me more, pretending it's a necessary part of the examination.
At school, I look around, noticing all different kinds of people (boys, girls, two cat-like, one alien-like), most with a perplexed look, just like me. A hot teacher is described, welcoming everyone, a round of introductions, names, and transformations. My old friend is there, she likes the change, thinks it made her more beautiful, and there's something she doesn't want to talk about. I, along with three others, explain how we changed into the girls we'd dreamt about. We also get informed about details, like the shopping mall next to the school, owned by the institute, where things are free for us (five items per day).
The next class is about feelings; some explain how happy they are, some don't know yet, but none feel bad. I (male) have twisted feelings – it's nice but uncomfortable; (girl) I love it, my best day ever. The final class is fitness; many have trouble with the workouts, especially with the breasts bouncing and ongoing arousal.
I go to the mall, buying new clothes (five items per day):
- A basic clothing shop for all genders - Stuff for different kinds of creatures, somewhat covered as cosplay - Lingerie with sexy stuff on display - Workout station (can be visited anytime, doesn't cost daily points) - Food and general goods (food, snacks, drinks) - Drugstore - Electronics - Sex toys
I visit all of them, describing each shop, what's in there, and how I get myself a nice top with shorter jeans, another bra/panties, and (because I can't think of anything else – don't need things from the drugstore, electronics, food is covered too) thinking ahead, one additional item from lingerie – a really sexy thong, just to try it. I certainly didn't want to get anything from the sex toy shop (a bit too much for now).
As I'm about to leave, I notice another shop. It seems to do body modification?
***** STRIKE ******
The girl in class is just a friend, not a love interest. She was always a girl, just looking better now – more for later.
When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat, and I blushed instantly. A woman, but not entirely. More like what one might call a furry. Only her upper body was visible; she appeared to be naked from the waist down, her sleek, ruby-magenta fur covering most of her body except for her undeniably magnificent breasts, which were in full, glorious display. I don't know why, but I moved closer. No harm in checking out what was offered there. As I approached, she noticed me, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.
"Why hello, sweety. You new here?"
Yes, I explained about the factory, the transformation. The furry recognized it. She asked what had changed, and I nervously answered. A giggle escaped her lips. I asked what she offered; the entry signs showed body modification, but I also saw some sex toys. Another giggle.
"We do nearly anything visually changing eye color, skin, everything to give a new appearance. On the second question, for special customer requests, we do too. If you're looking for basic stuff, better go to that other shop. Care to explain why you ask? You do look perfect, cutie pie!"
She smiled again, playfully. Was she flirting with me, or was that her way of interacting with customers? "Thanks," I replied, "just out of interest. Does that mean all that I've seen up till now is just some kind of skin replacement? Or is there such a thing as DNA modification? What about your fur?"
Taken aback by my questions, she answered that there were both kinds – only skin changes as well as deeper mutations, even people born with it. "Such as myself," she said, "I am a true furry, born this way."
As she explained, I took a deeper look at her body. A very fit figure, she had a few earrings, a spiked choker, magnificent perky breasts, and that fur… it looked incredibly cozy. I wondered what it would feel like.
Noticing my gaze, she continued. "Well, I see you might be interested in my story, but my breasts? If you want, grab a feel."
Nervously, I replied, "No, no, I'm just looking at your fur, wondering what it's like." Only half a lie, I hoped it would suffice. Another giggle. "Aren't you a curious one? Well, you can feel that up too, if you like." Her fingers extended, a silent invitation.
Should I? Could I? I mean, I certainly was interested. But touching someone – naked? – up close? I didn't know. Seeing my hesitation, she hushed. "Now, don't be a stranger. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
I decided to move around the corner. What I discovered went beyond my wildest imagination.
Up until now, I'd thought she was some kind of mutated woman. But she also… she also had a cock, and not a small one at that. It was enormous, even though it was still unerect. I froze. What had I gotten myself into?
Many thoughts raced through my mind, but my body betrayed me. I couldn't turn away. "What?" was all I could say.
She said, "What are you waiting for, honey?" Noticing my gaze, she added, "Ah, I see. If you wonder – I am actually a woman still, but this is one of my own personal modifications. Sorry to shock you like that, it wasn't intentional. I guess I'm too used to it and didn't give it a thought. Now come on, I don't bite. Well, I do, but only if you ask nicely." Again, that somewhat creepy yet intriguing mischievous smile.
That explained things a bit, but damn, should I really get close? I couldn't make up my mind, but some part of me wanted to move forward. Standing there any longer would just be awkward. I should get it over with quickly and move away. I did so, wanting to touch her arm, but she surprised me by taking my hand and placing it on her breasts.
I froze again. What had she just…? Her hands (her palm?) still on mine, she gave herself a squeeze, moaning.
I can't stay here! Suddenly, her penis became erect. My eyes widened. I looked at her. "I'm sorry, but that can happen when a cutie like yourself comes and touches me in inappropriate regions. Hehe." Knowing she'd caused this herself to flatter me, noticing my gaze, she continued, "If you want to, you may touch it too." Before I even understood the meaning of her words, she took my hand and placed it on her member, forcing a few movements. I couldn't find words. I don't know how many seconds passed before I snapped out of my trance. I removed my hand, but she continued to smile. "You are a cute little thing, aren't you? And a lucky one at that." She moved one of her hands and picked up some of her fluids. "You've got another thing to try," and she shoved her finger – thanks to my still-perplexed reactions – into my open mouth.
"And? How do you like it? It's another one of my modifications. Up till now, no one has complained." Taken by surprise, I actually tried to taste it. "Strawberry flavor?" I asked, with a curious and somewhat positive tone.
"Right you are, honey. Taking your hidden smile, I guess you liked it?"
Coming back to my senses, I realized this had gone on far too long. "Thank you for your time, but…" I wanted to leave, but suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my chest and nearly fell to the ground, catching myself with my arms.
"You okay?" she asked. I started panting heavily. "I don't know. I… what's wrong with me? I felt a strong pain, and now… what?"
"Let me help you," she said. She grabbed me and brought me backward into a room, a chair where it looked like she did the modifications. She eyed me up, biting her lip.
She noticed my heavy panting and the bright red chest. "Are you… just aroused?"
"Are you… just aroused?" Only one way to find out. She squeezed my breasts – I couldn't control my voice and let out a deep moan. "Oooooooaahhhhhhh." Damn, that can't be – why? I didn't understand what was going on, my body betraying me. Knowing she was right, she asked, "You come to my humble shop, eye me all up, touch my breasts, my dick, lick my fluids, and then you break down, getting all aroused and horny. What to do. WHAT TO DO." She began stroking her shaft. I trembled with fear. Was she planning on doing what I thought? I just… I can't, I tried to get up. Recognizing my fear, she said, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not going to pop your cherry. I was just thinking about helping you, from one girl to another," playing with her lips. She continued to fondle my breasts. "What do you say, you'd like that – hot stuff?" Somewhat at ease hearing that, yet getting more horny than before, I was seriously thinking about accepting her offer. "You know I'm very skilled with my tongue, and even more – it's also modified." She extended her tongue and formed a heart with it. Was it the continuing assault on my upper region, my level of arousal since the beginning of the day, or herself – a feeling of being drawn to her – I couldn't hold back any longer. Some primal urge took over, and with a shy expression, I nodded confirmingly.
"Hehe, then just relax and have fun, while I will have too, getting a taste of you. Sugar Tease." She directly went in, stealing a kiss, while still groping me. Indeed, her tongue worked magic and left me panting even more. With skill, she removed my blouse and pushed my bra below, getting a taste of my fully erect nipples. "Fuck……. ohhhh god." Another magical touch, pushing the right buttons, I could just endure her heavy yet extremely pleasurable assaults. Without me noticing, she also seemed to remove my skirt, feeling her hands moving to my thighs. Those were extremely sensual too, her soft fur adding sensations, feeling like I'd melt from her touch. Moving her head down, she noticed the all-through wet panties. "Hehe, you are but a Dripping Temptation." No need for further stimulation, she removed the panties and directly went in for a taste. "Mhm, devine." She began to lick my lower lips, moving around add some more descriptive content here, also moans of mine until moving to my clit.
It didn't take long, and she could feel I was about to come. Stopping all her assaults, she stood back up. "My, that didn't take long. Am I just too good, or are you just such a horny little one?" I couldn't reply; no, I couldn't hear what she said. After what felt like an eternity to catch my breath, coming down a bit, but still in a hot mess, I could only ask, "Why?" She pushed two fingers in my mouth, and… out of instinct? I began to suck on them, making them wet. I didn't care; the small part that was able to think was just happy she continued with something. As she seemed they were wet enough, she moved back down and slowly inserted her fingers. Exploring a bit, she noticed – as she thought – as if sensing my desire for a body ready to fuck, fulfilled by the facility – the absence of a hymen and – after exploring a bit more, though being tight – my body's welcoming reactions.
"MMMMMMmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm" I could only continue to moan heavily, deeply as she had her fun exploring my body. Again, it didn't take long, and she stopped, feeling I was about to come. "Nnnnggggghhhhhhh" I let out a frustrated groan.
She moved up again, stroking my hair. "Now, now. You're doing great, sweetheart. I just enjoy myself too much to rush things, you know. Now let's just make up a bit, and then you'll get what you desire." Leaning in for more kisses with her deep-going tongue, I had trouble breathing, as switching to the nose wasn't enough. High feelings of euphoria overwhelmed me, yet I could do nothing but roll with the flow.
Parting, she moved down – as she hinted for the last time? – and started. With a double attack, inserting her fingers and using her tongue on my nether regions. The hot, flooding mess I was, you could hear watery sounds, and the feelings of pleasure overwhelmed me. I couldn't even moan but just breathe heavily, like pure oxygen wasn't enough.
I could sense something deep down as she began to fasten her pace, a strong feeling trying to force its way. The furry continued to work me with extreme skill. My hips started to move uncontrollably. "Yes, that's it, now come for me, baby," she said.
My mind long gone. With feelings never felt before, I exploded with intensity. I came extremely hard, at one point even painfully, but also extremely pleasurable. Even the furry could notice as I squirted all over her. Yet that wouldn't stop her continuing. It took my whole being enduring this extreme feeling.
The orgasm seemed to settle down a bit after what felt like ages, yet not her fingering and licking. She went in for another round, my body still sensitive. I wanted her to stop. But even thoughts were out of reach, not to mention speaking. One uncontrollable, strangely mixed moan seemed to escape my lips, "hhhhMMMMMhmMMMMMMMhhhh," until I moved back, panting heavily.
Another orgasm hit me. This time less painful, actually, but of the same intensity. She lingered, fingering a little bit until she was sure I didn't need more stimulation, enjoying this orgasm. Moving away, she extended her tongue to lick up my fluids. "Again. Devine. Mmhhhh."
She got herself up, knowing I would take some time to get myself together. One blurry part recognized her standing there; later I would get to know she started thinking and came up with a mischievous idea.
After some time of recovery, just enough for me to understand her, yet not enough to get up, she said, "Well, that was sure something. Hope you did – no, from your reactions, you might even have enjoyed it more than I did. Now I would like to continue… getting to know you. Alas, I have a shop to run and can't keep delaying any longer. But please come back."
With those words, she went off. WTF just happened? I'd let her force me to do things with me, and then I got finger-tongue fucked – by a stranger. Sure, ufff, it was extremely pleasurable; she knew her stuff. The whole time I got this strange feeling of being somewhat drawn to her, connected, and partly I got the feeling as if I'd known her quite some time. But to allow something like that? I think I'll think about that once I get home.
After a bit longer, thinking about the event and coming down, I decided to head home quickly. I gathered my stuff bluntly and rushed out of the room. To my left side, I saw her, again with that mischievous grin, in front of her/her shop were two classmates of mine. Sure, they noticed where I came from. Further, my lazy attire – the distorted hair, only half-closed blouse, slightly misplaced skirt so my panties had been visible. Lastly, I guess my post-orgasm expression was still visible.
One of them pointed at me while they talked to each other, flipping eyes with the room I came from, the furry, and myself. My face went pure red, and I stormed off home. In the meanwhile, those who asked the furry what had happened, the details of that conversation I would get to know tomorrow.
The next day…
The next day, waking up, I noticed another matching pair of panty and bra on my desk where the clothes from the previous day had been. Both in purple, a bit of lace, but also see-through, leaving not much to the imagination. Really sexy, I thought. Only then did I notice that I couldn't wear what I had yesterday, as it was stained with – my fluids. I searched for the stuff I bought yesterday – and found my ordinary clothes as well as my other pair of underwear, but not where I placed them yesterday. Suddenly it hit me – who is it even that barges in at night, preparing these clothes, the letter yesterday? God, I hope they are at least professional, didn't take advantage of me.
I wore the ordinary underwear from yesterday and, after taking my prepared breakfast, I moved on to school. In the first class, we were asked how we felt currently and if we had anything to comment on, questions to ask. And if we happened to have any unusual encounters. I gulped at those words.
We people would explain that they got all kinds of different experiences. The cat guys got lots of headpats. The alien-like talked about posing for pictures. The girls, in general, lots of eyesing and even experienced flirtatious behavior. While all explained about new sensations in the body. Generally, everyone experienced a positive time. My friend Sarah and I held back, saying we didn't experience much, went shopping, yeah, new body sensations too, but pretty boring. At least I was lying. But I can't just say what happened yesterday; I can't even believe it myself, still hoping it was a dream.
Then two classmates held up their hands, and I instantly recognized them. It had been those two from yesterday, recognizing me at the body modification shop. Fuck, I hope they just have something to say about themselves.
They began with experiences like the rest. Only then did it hit me as they said, "And then, at the last stop of our shopping tour, we went by the body modification shop."
The teacher instantly noticed that this could be something special. "Oh, so you met someone there, I guess. She's quite the character, don't you agree? Well, what did you experience?"
With puzzled faces, they said, "No, it wasn't actually us that experienced something there, but someone else in this class. We hoped that one would come forward – herself – but it seems like she didn't. And now we're unsure how to continue from here."
The teacher: "I see, that certainly sounds interesting. Making progress is important. Bla bub add details on why. So, for that reason, to enhance her progress, I'd like that one to come forth."
Silence. I didn't want to go there, no, no, no. And I mean, it's possible they could mean someone else. Their eyes shifted towards me. God, no, please have mercy.
The Teacher: "Ashley! Would you please come step forward?"
I took my time, my face pure red. I wondered why these things happened to me. Slowly moving forward, I took a seat on a chair she placed next to her.
The Teacher: "Now, would you be so kind as to tell us what you experienced?"
I shook my head in denial, not wanting to discuss what I experienced yesterday.
The teacher went on: "I see, so you feel shy about talking about your experience. It's a totally normal reaction, but we can't keep you in a state of denial, can we?"
She took out a device that looked like some form of VR goggle.
The Teacher: "Now, I want you to place this on your head and focus on whatever you see in there."
Surprised, I followed her instructions and placed it on my head. I was greeted with a beautiful scenery – a landscape, birds chirping, a waterfall, a white-purple sky. All seemed with the purpose to calm me down.
Words appeared, accompanied by a voice: "Breathe in, breathe out. Calm your mind. Listen to my voice. You begin to feel relaxed. No troubles, no worries. No harm can happen in here. This is your safe haven. When you are here, you feel no guilt, no shame, nothing like that. Everything just feels natural. You can freely talk about the things that give you worries or that you otherwise would have felt second guesses about talking about. Yes, breathe in, breathe out. You also don't feel uncomfortable answering questions from your teachers."
The scenery went on, and the teacher asked me what I experienced yesterday. I began to explain how I met the furry at the modification shop. I gave a rough explanation of how she looked like. That I found her somewhat strange yet alluring. How I was asking some details about what she offered, her background stuff, while checking her out.
Some classmates began to cheer. Then I continued the story, how I was tricked into moving behind her desk, up to the point where she brought me into the backroom, gave me an examination, continuing on with details of how she made me come. Twice.
Something – without that device I wouldn't have told in years – I now told without any hesitation.
Then the teacher asked if anything happened afterward, for example, when I went back home. I nodded.
The encounter went through my mind the whole evening and night. Even when I went to bed. I started masturbating, thinking about it, remembering what happened. I also thought what would have happened if she hadn't said she was just doing girl-on-girl action. Had she really done that, I would have run out. But in my fantasy, I imagined it happening, pushing me right over the edge.
