Play People 3/2
#3 of Play People
Play People 3/2
Since people seemed to like the first two halves of Play People, I decided to make a third. Last one for this series. For reals this time. You might want to read the first for this one to make sense, but it's just porn, so I've tried to make it not depend too much on previous story. If you enjoy, please comment!
Standard warnings: This is porn. If you read it, it makes you a furry. Are you ok with that? The correct answer should of course be "no," but we're none of us perfect...
Nonstandard warning: This one is a bit more extreme than previous stories. If the transformation sequence seems a bit much, just jump down to the line of stars. When I say "medical procedures," I'm not kidding.
As my helper and I walked into the room, I was given an impression of utter sterility. Although this was called a "maintenance" center, helpers were still organic. Whatever they called the place for PR, it was still a medical facility. The room we were in was private, given the sexual nature of so many helpers. It was outfitted with three modification bays, each capable of any alterations to the synthetic companions. Small, retractable benches extended from the front of the machines, each waiting for a subject.
I looked at my helper, a creamy white broken by a maroon streak covering her chest and belly and admired her strong feminine figure, punctuated below the waist by a distinctly less feminine cock. Why on earth did she want to change that? "Are you sure you want to do this? The new form you picked is... different." The catlike creature turned her head and focused her predatory, electric blue eyes on me.
"Oh, I've given this quite a bit of thought." She strutted up to me confidently and pressed me back to the wall with a single, powerful grip on one shoulder. "What, are you having second thoughts? You don't trust my judgement?" A smile split her face and pressed her eyes into slits. She reached down and began to massage my crotch, and I groaned loudly. She had been regulating my orgasms closely by coating my nether regions with numbing layers of latex between our play sessions, and it had been some time since I had managed to earn one. "Of course, it would be an interesting break to ahhh... switch roles for a bit an*.. mmmm...." She cut me off with a hungry kiss.
She pressed me against the wall with her body, he breasts and swelling erection softly rubbing against my body. I felt sweat begin to form under my fur, feverish arousal sparked after having been denied release for days. "You would miss this, wouldn't you? If I was wearing that new form I showed you?" Her fingers kneaded the latex encasing my member, and I felt is soften, then draw back into her. She leaned in, and whispered "I'm going to let you come today. Just wait for it, and you'll have exactly what you want."
"Ohmigodthankyouthankyouthankyou," I gasped.
The helper's eyes never left mine as she pulled away. She drew across the room, both of my hands held by one of hers, to the bank of modification bays. "You have been enjoying everything that's happened so far, haven't you? And you want to come like I've planned, don't you?" I nodded furiously as she slid the disc containing her new form into the closest modification bay. "And you want to continue enjoying it, don't you?" She slid a second disc into the next bay over.
"Yesyesyes, I promise I'll wait until you're out, justhurryupanddoit."
She grinned evilly, and grabbed me roughly by the throat, squeezing my air supply shut and holding me off the ground. I dangled without resistance, focused on my erection, and just glowed in the knowledge that I was going to come. This was nothing. Barely foreplay. My arm twinged where she had twisted it from its socket a few nights ago. "You know what's going to happen, don't you?" she asked. Did I? "Or maybe part of you does. Anyone watching would." She tossed me lightly backward, and I crashed into the machine's face, sliding onto the bench coughing for breath. She was right of course, I can't say that I hadn't considered the possibility of her pulling a stunt like this. I put up an obligatory fight as mechanical arms folded neatly out of machine and drew me back into the console. What had that second disc been for, though?
The panels slid neatly shut behind me with a click, and I fought back panic, I had dealt with total darkness before. Not long ago, the helper had left a latex hood on me, blocking all sound and sight for an entire weekend. My member pulsed with the memory, and I reached to stroke myself, disrgerding the promise I had made. Before I took hold of myself, I was stopped by what felt like mechanical arms taking hold of my ankles and wrists. I pulled away, unsure of what exactly was going on, and immediately felt a prick in my thigh. Liquid ice seemed to spread from the point, and a deadness of strength with it.
It dawned on me suddenly that I had no idea how this machine worked. It wasn't ever meant for people. The realization shook me a bit. Was that shot just a sedative? Was it a pain killer? These things weren't magic. "HEY! STOP THIS! HEY! HEY!" I called to my helper. God damn it. God damn it. If I didn't stop this, I would have to go through it once again before we left to get back to normal. I fought the machine's arms, shaking them away, and kicking with my live leg. The slick metal ropes ended in padded clamps, and their movement was impossible to anticipate in the total darkness; I only succeeded in kicking at air. "LET ME OUT! THAT'S AN ORDER, AND I MEAN IT THIS TIME!" Could she hear me? I felt another prick, this one in my shoulder, and my struggles soon ended. The feelings of claustrophobia returned with a vengeance. My head swam, and I prayed that this would be over quickly.
In the darkness, I felt the arms pull my body taught, suspending it in the air. Bizarrely, the bindings were a comfort. This paralysis was something new and awful, a suffocating box made of my own self. Restraints were familiar, though. I clung to that familiarity, fighting the panic welling within me. From the sounds of the mechanisms and their echoes, I tried to gauge the size of the room. It felt as though the space I was in was a very large room, even an auditorium, but there was no way to know. It was probably just a small space behind the console where I had been drawn in. The force from the arms increased until I felt my joints begin creak, holding my body taught. Were it an option, I would have groaned with pleasure. I heard the sound of metal sliding against metal and felt another set of arms begin to probe me. They slid over the surface of my body, seemingly taking my measurements. These arms were different than the ones binding me in place. They weren't jointed, but rather seemed like seamless, metallic tentacles, each perhaps two inches in diameter. After a few minutes of this, they drew back. For just a moment there was nothing. My breath would have been coming quickly if my body had been under any kind of control. There was a sense of eerie suspense, but my body was slack and unresponsive, and I had no way to break the ominous silence.
Suddenly, I felt the arms again. I counted three this time, trying to keep track of where I was being touched. Their smooth tips pressed against my lips, my ass and the third at my belly button. The two on either end of me slowly pushed their way inside, one snaking into my mouth and down my throat, the other pushing past my pucker and into my ass. They forced themselves deeper and deeper, and I felt a dread about what their purpose must be. The erection on my traitor body was as powerful as any I could remember, and I could feel it leaking pre. Even without my mind guiding it, my body loved this treatment. I could feel the third arm coiling and tensing as it pressed on my belly. As the tentacle arms within me continued writhe and grind, they drove themselves further and further into me. The segments of the arms were short and vaguely ridged, massaging my innards and they pressed onward. Each ridge that bumped past my prostate was answered by a quiver of my needy cock. A spill of warm fluid, presumably some sort of lubricant, trickled down from my lips and between my legs. They had to be reaching the limits of what my body could take, but there was no sign of stopping, and there was strangely no pain.
Without warning, the tensed arm pressing at my stomach jabbed forward with such speed that I barely felt impact or movement in the rest of my body. There was only a brief resistance, and a popping sensation as it entered my body. Whatever I had been pricked with was doing its job; no pain at all accompanied this. I felt organs within me being pushed aside, and the skin on my belly begin to expand as more and more of the arms slid into me, the cavity of my body being forced to expand. The sensation of dripping lubricant instantly appeared there as well, and increased significantly from my mouth and ass. It seemed different than typical lube though, stickier... and it tasted salty.
Blood. It was blood. There was no lube. The realization shook me to my core. I couldn't yell. I couldn't fight. The calm of my body could was reminiscent of a placid monk, sitting serenely through torture, but my mind was on fire. Almost as if to answer this newfound terror and assure me that it was entirely reasonable, the sound of wet jello was accompanied by a bizarre feeling of suction, my insides being drawn out through the hollow tentacle arms. They continued grinding within me as more and more of my insides were removed, pushing lumps and ripples all across my abdomen with their hideous movements. I could only begin to imagine how I was being kept alive until the synthetic helper's organs could be installed in me. Pricks and tugs from smaller instruments protruding from the arms peppered my innards as they reshaped my body from inside. Against my scalp, my calves and my torso, I felt the cold, smooth pressure of steel blades. With a graceful, sliding movement, they slipped deftly into me. That helpers endured this was beyond imagination. It was the feeling to these same blades pushing against the skin of my inner thighs that pushed me beyond the edge. My mind had seen enough at this point, and I slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
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The feeling of a firm hand gently shaking my shoulder roused me. "Hey sweetie." A strangely familiar voice pierced the dark of unconsciousness, and I felt its owner pulling me to my feet. "That's a little rough for all of us, but you're past the worst now." I opened my eyes woozily and saw... myeslf. Or something nearly myself. The voice's owner was a version of myself with feminine curves, a gracious set of breasts, and a generally larger, more imposing figure than I had ever possessed. The me-that-wasn't-me spoke again, and I gaped. "We both got makeovers, hon. You're probably familiar with mine already, feel free to check your own." The form thieving helper gestured to a mirror in the corner of the room.
I gasped as I saw the reflection, and I felt hands on both of my shoulders as my helper towered behind me. "We're both halfway now, so won't it all be more even?" The helper spoke in a thrumming purr, so pleased with herself that I could nearly feel the self satisfaction radiating as warmth. The mirror held an image of a diminutive rabbit. My shoulders were nearly as thin as my waist, and my hips were wide. My top half was feminine, but distinctly male. My lower half... I gulped loudly and gawked at the newly installed female genitalia, the lack of anything male. My body was milky white, and made entirely of graceful curves and slender arches. Pink lines edged my ears and eyes, my irises large and a shocking lavender. I ran my hand down the side of my face in disbelief, the smoothness of both my hand and the fine fur on my face seeming unreal. Nothing natural was the smooth or perfect. My old body was currently being a shredded pulpy mass, processed into basic organic building materials. I would have shuddered with disgust if the entire situation hadn't had my entire body trembling with anticipation. I knew what was coming next, and the fear of it was fueling my own sexual desires.
"Now we're almost done here, but I've still got to keep my promise to you." I was pulled away from the mirror by the hands on my shoulders, then pressed roughly up and over the room's corner terminal, against the wall. The console extended out of the wall perhaps 3 inches, giving me nearly enough room to sit if I hadn't been held, my feet dangling just above the floor. Holding me back with one powerful arm, the helper drew two thin cables out of the console behind me. Deftly, she reached to the side of my head and felt pressure just within my ear and a soft *click* noise. A data port. People weren't supposed to have data ports. "Hey hey hey now, just fuck me like you promised, right?" I laughed nervously, and reached toward my ear, only to be caught by the wrist. "Almost done, little guy." My helper beamed down at me, and snapped the second line into the port within her own ear.
I grabbed hold of the arm holding me down with my free hand and began to struggle in earnest, "Now how the hell far is this going to go?! Sooner or later you're going to have to -AH!-" I was cut off as my helper entered me, filled with new and pleasurable sensations, my train of thought derailed utterly. As she slowly slid her entire shaft into me, I tried to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure it was giving me, but the closest thing I could manage were short, erratic gasps and involuntary twitches.
There was a pause after she was pressed entirely into my newly christened cunt, and after gasping a few times, I tried to speak. Before I could, she slowly began to grind her way back out, and found myself paralyzed again, warmth and electricity playing over my entire body, the new sensations overriding every muscle. "I was the one who designed that body, so you're just going to have to accept that I know how to make it do whatever I want," the helper gloated at me. She sped her pace a bit, and struggling became an impossibility. I melted back against the wall, drinking up the pleasure that was coursing through me with each stroke. "Now let's get things started, ok? Can you remember your parents for me?" Struck by such an odd request, an image of my parents popped unbidden to my mind. "Just like that, yes." Another agressive smile split her face, and she thrust into me sharply. In addition to the force of her hips impacting mine, there was an odd but mental jolt, nearly pleasant, but very jarring. I lost focus of what I had been thinking of for a moment. "What about your first day of school? How did that go?" The same odd mental jolt accompanied her next thrust. "Now what about your parents again?" Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The horror of what was happening dawned on me, and my face must have shown it. "Whoopsies, did that one already, didn't we? How about your first boyfriend?" The second sentence was whispered in what was nearly a hiss, and she penetrated me yet again.
The effort to struggle against the physical sensations, the more powerful body that pressed against mine, the shocks accompaniying each stolen memory and my own traitor lusts that were burning my this situation was nearly insurmountable. "Your girlfriends, your high-school teachers, your childhood house, your phone number, your bank account, your shoe size..." a litany of details, each punctuated by a burst of pleasure and a snuffed mental image. I felt as if the effort would boil away my mind, but I somehow managed to speak. "For God's fucking sake. Mercy," I sobbed, feeling honest despair for the first time.
Looking up to the helper's face, I caught a hint of uncertainty, which I had never seen before. Or had I? No way to be sure how much was left in my head. "I... I know you want this. I already took that memory." She regained her composure, and the self assured arrogance returned. "That was you, you know. Not me pretending to be you, but the you that I'm stealing away now. I'll be more careful not to get the two mixed up in the future. But for the sake of mercy, why don't I stop taking for just a minute and give something back instead." She drew back and started a slow grind into me. My will to respond had been spent, and I could only pray for the best. "Do you remember training at the education labs?"
What was she talking about? Was this a memory she had already taken? With the sensation of a long forgotten detail focusing into clarity for the first time in years, the memory jumped into my mind. My obedience instructors. The hand signal classes. The endless repetition of orders followed by immediate compliance, training away the instinct to think before obeying. Memories that I had never possessed, of things I had never truly experienced. Memories that included this new body. Memories that spanned over a decade. I reeled mentally and tried to somehow push all of this away from me, but in truth, the memories were all but indistinguishable from any others, but for the fact that I knew I had never been a helper. "Stop struggling and work to make this a more pleasant experience for me," my owner ordered. My helper. She was my helper and I was the owner. The thoughts sounded insincere and without credibility, even in my mind.
My newfound memories contained ample knowledge of how to overcome the paralysis I had experienced earlier. "Yes, ma'am," I cooed stupidly, as I began to pull and thrust, working to please my master as best I could. Against all reason and against my own will, years of training and conditioning were winning the battle for control, even if the years had never passed, and I had never been trained. The helper (I made a mental effort stress that to myself) groaned with pleasure, and sped the tempo of her hips' movement. Memory after memory inside me grayed, dissolved and vanished. I would be lying if I said that the building pleasure I felt wasn't a signficant distraction. My conditioning had forced me to begin bucking my hips into her, but in truth, I didn't know if I would have been able to resist had it vanished to wherever it had come from. Foreign pleasures and sensations coursed up out of my nether regions and across my entire body with every physical jolt. Waves of warmth and electric tingles rolled through me, transforming every sensation into one of ecstacy, from the fullness I felt within me to the hands holding me down, to the sharp edges of the console beneath my legs and the smooth, cold wall that master's breasts were pressing me back into.
Half of me concentrated on master's pleasure, my own pleasure. The mixture of the two, and the wonderful ability to cease to differentiate between them. The other half was desperately trying to hold onto memories, to somehow cheat the chips and transistors that had been packed next to my brain and within the system I had been linked into. A moment ago, I had been remembering my college dormitories. I had remembered my roommate. Then there was nothing but a memory of a memory, reminding me that I had once had a dorm. I had gone to college somewhere. I had made a friend of the person I stayed with. Nothing else. What was left of me?
Both my breaths and master's came hot and heavy, each of us close to climax. "Almost done, little one, almost done..." She leaned forward and kissed me passionately, needfully. I was so close to the edge that her lips on mine almost pushed me over. I could recall nothing of previous experiences with her, but instinct told me this was new. "You're going to love this, I promise." Each stroke became slower, more protracted, and her eyes seemed to glaze for a moment before she leaned close for a final, powerful thrust. Simultaneously, I felt her releasing a torrent of come within me, and a new, indescribable feeling surging through my body. A sensation freefall overcame me, and my entire body shuddered with ecstasy. For a moment, I relished a moment of complete escape from reality. Every particle of my body seemed to vibrate like the string of a guitar, thrumming in beat with the spasms of her veined shaft within me, time itself marching in rhythm to nothing else.
Slowly, I began to come down from this dizzying high, the haze of pleasure receding. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw master hit a key on the console, and for just a moment, reality skiped a few beats. She reached up and removed the data jack from my ear, then withdrew herself from me, eliciting in both of us a shudder of residual, post orgasmic pleasure. Pushing master away from me as roughly as I could manage, I slid to the floor and stumbled to the other side of the room, gulping air, trying to catch my breath. "What did you do? You... you..." I struggled for suitably vile curse, but flashes of training and pain intensive classes on politeness silenced me. "I want out. You know I'm serious. I want my memories back. I want out of this body." My legs felt weak, and I allowed myself to fall back into a corner, sliding int a crouch with my back to the wall.
"You want to go back in the machine? That's the only way you're ever going to look any different." I felt blood drain from my face at the words, and I backpedaled. "Make my mind like it was. That's a direct order."
"Sweetie, you might not remember it, but this is how you wanted thing. I remember you wanting it. You remember your training." What else did I remember? What was in my head? Casting my inner eye backward, the only thing besides false years at an obedience academy was walking into this room. Struggling. The sex afterward. I put my head in my hands and stared blankly at the floor. "Going over what's left? Your first memory is of walking into this room. Your last memory you'll ever keep was coming." My head snapped up sharply. "Last memory? You're going to kill me?" What had happened here was so far beyond the realms of plausibility that I wouldn't have even been surprised if she had nodded and broken my neck then and there.
"God hun, no. You don't get it yet, do you? Even after everything that's happened? This is all for you. You get what you've always wanted, and I take care of a life you can't even remember. There's nothing for you to regret or miss, since it's all been emptied out of your cute little head." Master reached down and gently pulled my chin up, looking gently down at me. "You know how to make me happy, and you know how to make yourself happy. You're a master of pleasure in ways that you never wanted to be a master of anything else." I stared defiantly up at her. "I want you to stop this. If you have my memories, you've got to know that this is me being as serious as I'm able. I want my freedom back."
"I do know that. It's true what you say. I also know that you just happen to want to be my slave just a little bit more. You might not have your free will, but I've left you your mind, hon, and I didn't have to. Be happy with that." She gestured toward her crotch, "Clean." Without thought, I obeyed, licking her cock clean, and tasting the viscous mixture of juices we had produced. I felt my face burn with anger at how much I enjoyed both the taste and having been forced to perform the act. She smiled warmly down at me, "and at this point, I know exactly what you want in a way that not even you ever could have. Regardless of anything else, it's still my job to please you. It's not my fault you're so perverse."
"I'm going to remember this. I'm going to fix this. I'm going to make you wish I never came to own you. You're mine, not the other way around." As master pulled me to my feet, she pushed me under the small shower unit in the opposite corner of the room. I glared at her, the most aggressive thing I could manage.
"Not that explaining it to you matters, you won't remember..." I stared blankly, not understanding. "but I said that your last memory would be coming, and I meant it. That last little shudder you felt before I disconnected you from the console was me turning off your long term memory. You can hold onto things for maybe 15 minutes, but that's pretty much it. Like 'Momento' if you've ever seen that." She paused for a moment, then caught herself and laughed, "Actually, I suppose I'm the one who's never seen 'Momento,' but you're the one who can't remember it. Funny, that." She grinned happily. "Finish up in the shower and get dressed, I've got to update the gender on the ID's I've inherited from you before we go to bed. I've got work in the morning and I don't want to get pulled over when my license doesn't match me."
Dumbfounded and defeated, I cleaned and dressed. I faced master, wearing a light blue set of running shorts that barely covered my ass, and a loose tank top that only reached halfway down my belly, both of which clearly made to show of exactly what my new body was. And was it wasn't any more. It struck me that I had somehow remembered my original gender, but the details of what happened after she had brought me to climax were already fuzzy. How long would I even remember that I couldn't remember? "Now before we leave, I want to ask you something, helper." She said, addressing me. "I'm ordering you not to lie, and there's no point to, besides. I already know the answer, and you won't remember a lie to yourself anyhow." She held my chin up, and looked directly into my eyes. "Is this what you want? Will giving yourself to me utterly let you be happy?" Trembling at my own crumbling resolve, I answered.
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And that's a wrap! Can't say things look that great for the main character toward the end, but at least he's never got to worry about getting bored again, amirite? Anyhow, writing this one was a bit harder than others I've written in the past, but I hope you guys liked it. It's probably going to be the last 1st person one I do for a while, since I've gotten a bit tired of the limiting format the forces you into as a writer. I have a couple of other stories part way written (and one that I've pulled for a rewrite) and a couple more ideas for entirely new stories, but let me know what you did and didn't like about this last chapter. Comments that I get on stories help me tweak and fine tune things for future writing! What was hot? What was blah? Criticisms and praise equally welcome. ^^