Match Making
The remaining three hours in the day were the furthest thing from
Mark's mind as he vacantly checked his email for the 3rd time that day.
Work had been especially slow due to the approaching holiday. The
office party had already been thrown and he, along with seemingly all
of his coworkers, had taken that pitiful display of false camaraderie
as the signal to coast until their elongated weekend.
There had been a few unremarkable things in his inbox when he first
checked it, nothing the second time and only one message this third
time. At first glance, it appeared to be a run of the mill 'special
offer' message and Mark's finger hovered over the 'delete' button. As
he thought again, Mark decided that he'd be able to squeeze a few
moments of entertainment from making a few private sarcastic comments
about the contents of the spam message. As he opened it, two things
immediately struck his eye as out of the ordinary. First off the
message was addressed specifically to him and second were the contents
of the message itself. The message itself was as follows:
Mark Duster of 298 West Danbury, Apartment E, this is not spam.
Based on an online personal you've posted, along with your
proximity to our research facility, you have the opportunity to
be a beta tester of our revolutionary new matchmaking process.
We here at Make-a-Match are simply dying to have young
professionals like yourself participate in our early trials in
the hopes of having a high success rate right from the onset.
We also understand that your time and patience in trying out this
new process with us is extremely valuable. This program can be
started any day, any evening, or any weekend, including this
coming holiday weekend. Also, in order to sweeten the deal, we
pledge to "refund" you the fee that paying customers would be
charged if you aren't completely satisfied by the time our
process has completed. Mr. Duster, our definition of "completely"
means that if you even CONSIDER falsely telling us that you are
dissatisfied, then you quite obviously weren't entirely happy
with our work. The refund would be given to you with no strings
attached.
Mr. Duster, the fee we intend to charge our customers for the
service's official launch is between $1,500 and $2,000!!! We
swear to you, you will entirely satisfied after our service is
complete. If not, you will be sure to enjoy an unexpected
thousand dollars or so.
Below you will find directions, along with a map detailing the
route to our facility from your street. As said before, come see
us any time on any day to get started. All you will need is your
driver's license to confirm that you are one of the selected few
on our list of beta testers.
--Clark French Make-a-Match President
After a moment or so of deliberation, Mark printed the email and
stuffed it in his briefcase. Once he'd done that, he promptly forgot
all about it, until the next morning.
2.
On the morning of December 23, a Saturday, Mark sat at his desk in his
bathrobe, scratching furiously in his checkbook. With a sigh, he paid
his last bill and wrote his balance in red ink. 46 dollars. His monthly
college loan payments and other routine bills had collaborated with his
holiday shopping and shipping charges to put him in this precarious
financial state. Not only would he not be able to return to him
hometown for the holidays as he had excitedly pledged before he backed
out of his parent's driveway for the last time, but it looked as if
he'd have trouble feeding himself until his next paycheck, which would
be two weeks from the day before.
Dejectedly, he thumped himself down on his sofa, moving his briefcase
out of the way before doing so. As the fake leather tote hit the floor,
he was reminded of the offer he had printed and shoved into its pocket.
While it reeked of a scam, the letter did promise quite a sizeable
payout for his participation. Provided, of course, he was left
"dissatisfied," but what dating service didn't leave people high and
dry?
A half hour later, Mark was showered and dressed and 20 minutes after
that, he found himself standing outside of the clean and new-looking
office building his directions had led him to. He smoked a cigarette,
taking his time with it as he allowed time for last minute doubt to
creep in. It never came, not only were the visions of dollar signs too
much for Mark to resist, but part of him really wanted the dating
service to work. Hell, according to the email, even if he "claimed" to
be unhappy, he'd get his payoff. A girlfriend? Cash? Evvvvverybody's
happy. Flicking away the smoldering filter of his last cigarette, Mark
pushed his way through the door.
The moment Mark entered, he was approached by an armed security guard.
The guard gruffly asked him what he was doing on the premises and
silently pointed Mark to a cubicle after Mark stammered out his reason.
Mark nervously poked his head into the cubicle and was quickly greeted
by a perky, middle-aged woman. She spoke rapidly, pushing forward in
her one-sided conversation without giving Mark a chance to answer with
even a full nod.
"Hi! Here to beta test for us, right?? Great! I'm sure you'll love how
things work out, sweetie, I've yet to hear of a single complaint, isn't
that wonderful? There's a little paperwork to take care of, but we'll
do that later hun, okay? Super! We'll get you started right away then
with a little physical exam and once your bloodwork clears you'll be on
your way to coupled happiness! Follow me hun... oh and be a dear and
hand me your identification."
Mark had been holding his driver's license in his hand as he was
verbally blitzed by the older woman and she plucked it from his hand
with fluid grace as she walked past him. She continued on, walking at a
brisk pace, as Mark did his best to keep up with her. She led him to a
small examination room and told him to disrobe, nodding at a paper gown
laid over a chair in the corner. With the door shut behind her, Mark
quietly did as he was told, reasoning to himself that it was actually a
relief that candidates for this "service" were subject to blood
screening. In this day and age, with all the diseases out there... Mark
sat in his uncomfortable paper gown waiting for the examiner to come in
and check him out. As he looked around, he was impressed with how new
everything seemed. It was as if all the equipment had arrived the day
before. Obviously, a doctor's exam room should be clean, but this one
seemed to sparkle, even dazzle with its freshness and cleanliness. Less
than 5 minutes after being left by the receptionist, a young looking
doctor entered the room.
"Greetings, Mr. Duster," he began, "I see you're ready to try our brand
of romance. I assure you that you'll be perfectly happy with the way
everything works out." He paused, seeming to size Mark up during the
silent moment, then continued,
"I can see from your appearance that you're in fine physical shape,
which leaves us only with the blood test..."
Mark blinked at that, knowing that he was more than a little out of
shape, still, the doctor seemed to be satisfied as he rooted through
the cabinet to his right. He withdrew a pre-filled syringe and an
alcohol swab. As he dabbed at Mark's shoulder, Mark found the courage
to question him.
"Ah, doctor? I thought you were taking a blood sample, not giving me an
injection... shouldn't that syringe be empty?
The doctor chuckled as he gently held Mark's arm still,
"Doctor?" Said the white-coated man with a smile.
Mark winced as the biting needle pierced his skin, sinking into the
muscle of his shoulder.
"Who said I was a doctor?"
The young, faux-doctor's grip tightened around Mark's arm as he pushed
the plunger down, injecting Mark's arm with the burning substance.
Mark's eyes went wide with horror, than almost immediately glazed over,
becoming glassy and vacant.
"Then wha... who..." He was interrupted with a yawn, as the doctor
answered him anyway.
"I'm a scientist and a well paid one, at that. Now you're going to go
to sleep for a little while, I'll tell you what you need to know when
you wake up."
Mark shook his head, attempting to clear it, but still felt his eyelids
getting heavier. Fighting will all his will power to stay awake, Mark
was still asleep within moments.
3.
When Mark awoke, he found himself eye to eye with himself. The
puzzlement shook free the remnants of his drug-induced slumber, as his
eyes snapped the rest of the way open, the alertness coming back to
them in the span of a moment. The Mark standing across from him did the
same. Squinting for a short period of time, Mark realized that the
"him" across from him was actually a mirror image.
The wave of unease lessened with the revelation, but quickly trebled in
its original strength as Mark used the mirror to see what his situation
was. He was strapped to what resembled a gurney, but was vertical. His
feet rested on small planks inches off the floor and above and below
his knees were thick rubber straps. As Mark's eyes trailed up the form
of his mirrored image, he saw that he was also bound across each upper
thigh, around his midsection, over each shoulder (and under the
armpit), over each forearm and across the forehead. The straps
themselves weren't painful or even uncomfortable, but the total and
complete lack of mobility distressed Mark greatly. He could do nothing
more than wriggle his toes, or bend at the wrists. All that, of course,
was bad, really bad. But what made it all exponentially worse, was the
fact that Mark was completely naked.
Mark looked straight ahead, forced to look into his own panic-stricken
eyes. Suddenly, he heard a faint click of an intercom switching on. The
sound came from his left. He instinctively tried to face the source of
the voice, but of course was unable.
"Ah, Mr. Duster, I see you've rejoined us. You might be interested to
know that today is Tuesday. Believe it or not, you've been asleep for
just about three days. Our process has just begun and I'm delighted to
inform you that things will now progress much more rapidly as you are
conscious. It seems the decreased metabolism rate in sleeping patients
slows down our process. No matter, we had discovered that quite early
on in our studies and between you and I, I find having our patient to
be conscious and coherent to be MUCH more entertaining. If you look
closely, you may notice a few, minor improvements that are the
beginnings of what was requested by your match. If you wish, you may
pass some time trying to determine what these changes are...or where
they are heading. An assistant of mine will be in to feed you shortly
and if you cooperate, we may be able to improve upon your current
comfort level. Until then..."
"Wait! WAIT!" Mark spat out, "What is all this? What are you doing to
me?"
The answer came immediately, the smugness blatantly obvious in the
voice,
"I thought that would be obvious, Mr. Duster. This is a match making
service and you are being made into the perfect match for one of our
best paying customers. Actually, let me be more accurate. This service
is being paid for by one of our best paying customers and you are to be
the reward, well, one of the rewards, to his closest friend. The two of
them, ah, what they had always dreamed about had once been a purely
imaginary pleasure... but now, with our process and their funding,
well... you'll make a fine addition to their collection. Now then, I
have other patients to check on, so any other questions will have to be
answered using the 'wait and see' method. Good day."
Mark opened his mouth to call out again, but gave up as he heard the
speaker click off. With a small sigh, he peered at himself in the
mirror. As he looked, he noticed that there were indeed some slight
changes.
His legs had been bound slightly parted, so as to allow the independent
straps to circle him just below his hip flexor. These legs were clearly
different from the ones Mark had walked into the clinic in. For one,
they were smoother. Mark halfheartedly hypothesized that his legs had
been shaved to accommodate the bindings, but he knew in his heart that
that wasn't the case. The doctor alone was a sinister enough figure for
him to dismiss that hope. Secondly, the shape of the legs themselves
seemed to have changed a bit. They were rounder, less muscular,
certainly less bulky, but still... rounder... smooth looking...
almost... womanly. Mark grunted and bit his lip as that thought struck
him. Could it be possible? Mark certainly hoped not.
Seemingly contrary to the change in his legs was the fact that his feet
appeared to be much larger. Not only in length, but in height as well.
Mark tried to shift his weight to see if they still at least felt the
same, but was unable to budge due to the bindings strapped all around
him.
Finally, Mark saw a change that almost made him smile. His waist, which
had seemingly always been burdened with a small "beer belly," or at
least the beginnings of one. He was, after all, still in his mid-20's.
He found himself to be drastically more trim and in shape. Even in his
immobile and strained state, he was able to make out the faint outlines
of a 6-pack. Despite the changes to his waist and legs, Mark's thick
pelvis was still as it was. The bulk hadn't gone away between his waist
and legs in the slightest, making for an odd contrast in his
"improvements."
Mark was left alone for some time later, but he had no way of knowing
just how long. All he knew was that it was quite a bit after the point
at which he got tired of looking at himself and tired of worrying about
what was going on. His mental track had just started leading him to the
"fuck it" point, when he heard a door open to his right. He perked up
and couldn't help but smile as a younger woman pushed the mirror away.
She smiled back at him as she stood in place of the mirror.
"It's time for lunch, sweetypie, aren't you happy to hear that?"
Mark tried to nod, but his firmly secured head forced him to verbalize
his assent.
"Yes, very happy," he managed to croak out, surprised that his voice
had become so ragged and sore since the time he had "spoken" with the
speakerbox.
The young lady giggled and smiled, reaching over Mark and pulling back
a largish cylinder attached to some sort of hose or tubing. Still
smiling brightly, she brought the cylinder to Mark's lips and slipped
it between them. In shock, Mark tried to resist by holding his mouth
closed, but the device slipped right in, without any strain at all on
the young lady's part. It was almost as if Mark's teeth gave way... or
didn't exist.
Mark was only able to "mmmph" and whimper around the slick feeding tube
lodged in his mouth. As strange and unsettling as his position was,
Mark couldn't help but enjoy the taste of the thick fluid being pumped
down his throat. Before long, Mark's struggling "Mmpphs!" became
"Mmmmms." Before even that, the pitch of the basic verbalizations
changed drastically. By the time Mark had closed his eyes in pleasure
from the taste and the rightness of his feeding, the moans had become
the high, throaty groans of a porn star. His eyes snapped open as the
tube was suddenly ripped free of his mouth. He whimpered urgently, his
eyes pleading as the young lady looked at him bemusedly.
"Well! That was certainly interesting, Dusty. Thirty minutes on your
first time? Either Dr. Clark picked the right candidate, or you really
wanted this all along."
At some point during the "feeding," Mark's head restraint had been
removed. He cocked his head to the side and attempted to speak. All
that escaped his lips was a curious sounding, "mmM?"
"In addition to the essential proteins that your metabolism now needs
to survive, that particular batch was laced with an accelerator. I was
supposed to stop you after 15 minutes, but I was having too much fun
watching you suck on that." The young assistant paused, thinking for a
moment, "You know Dusty, hee hee, I love calling you that, I hope they
keep that as your new name, ANYhoo, Dusty, my instructions were to
release you and leave you with the tube and the mirror, but I think you
deserve to be told what's going on before your new personality fully
takes over."
Mark once again repeated the head-cock and sound making, which made the
assistant giggle once again. Then, her eyes lit up as she seemed to be
stricken with a sudden idea. She wheeled the mirror over to Mark and
giggled delightedly at the frightened whimpers and squeaks that came
from him, along with the look of horror in his eyes.
His first glance forced him to lower his eyes, which did nothing other
than give him a good look at his new feet. During the feeding, they had
become a living facsimile of a cartoon rabbit's feet. Wiggling his toes
in disbelief, he watched as his new bunnyfeet obeyed his mental
command. The tops of the feet were a bright shade of pink, while the
sides and presumably the bottoms were creamy white. As he raised his
eyes, he saw that the pink and cream fur had enveloped his entire body,
his tummy, chest and inner thighs the cream color, the rest of him
pink.
What was left of his maleness was an embarrassment. His cock resembled
an acorn, only the nub of it remaining in view and his testicles and
scrotum had already disappeared completely. Below his appalling
mircopenis was a smooth indentation of what was to come. The shape of
the rest of his body provided plenty of clues as to just what that
would be.
The hinting he had seen earlier was now greatly exaggerated. His waist
was tiny, while his hips and tush curved generously, worse yet; he was
endowed with a nice, full set of B range breasts. Taking a deep breath,
Mark raised his eyes to look at his face. What he saw in no way
resembled the way he had come in.
Perched atop his head were smallish, floppy ears that once again
reminded him of a cartoon bunny's. They were a bit out of proportion,
but that undoubtedly would be taken care of as the process completed.
His eyes were now huge, blue and slightly vacant looking, even the
shock of discovery seemed to be dulled. The bunny face look was
completed with a little pink nose and a short muzzle that was capped
off with cutely exaggerated buckteeth.
As soon as she noticed his gaze fall on his two front teeth, the young
assistant interjected,
"Hee! That's my favorite improvement, Dr. Clark is quite creative when
he gets down to it.. .watch..."
Using a single finger, she pushed forward on the teeth. They easily
parted and allowed the finger to slip between them, acting as if they
were constructed of Jell-O rather than enamel.
"Hee hee hee...it gets better..."
She lifted her finger back and pulled up, showing Mark the specific
dimensions of his muzzle. His lips were pursed in a permanent "o"
shape, Mark tried with all his might to move them, but all he could do
is close them or open them into a larger "O." The assistant gingerly
reached into his muzzle with her free hand and grasped his tongue. As
she pulled it out, Mark expected it to hurt greatly, but was awed as
she showed him no less than 6 inches of flat, broad bunny-tongue before
she was met with resistance. With another giggle, she released him and
scooted the mirror over a bit.
"That should give you some idea as to what is happening to you, the
rest, well it's simple. Simple enough even for a silly piece of fluff
like you, Dusty. What you've just been sucking down is a synthetic
version of semen, your metabolism and physiology has been altered to
gain sustenance only from the proteins in your partner's cum. An oral
feeding is one method in which you can obtain your essential nutrients
and I'll leave you to guess what the other two ways are. In essence,
sweetie, you're going to be a toy for your new owner. He's been a
longtime friend of our primary sponsor and shares with him a
fascination with 'furries'. Even if you've never heard of the term, I'm
sure you've guessed what it means from your current condition. He's
voluntarily been changed into a male bunny and will be responsible for
feeding you for the rest of your life. In return, you'll be responsible
for providing him with endless pleasure. Your sole purpose will be to
fuck him, suck him and service any others he may want to share you
with. You won't do this because you want to, rather, you will need to.
Your body simply needs to fuck and your mind... hee hee, well, there
won't be much of that left behind to care one way or the other. Even
now you're still changing, look..."
She grabbed Mark by the chin and forced him to look at his chest in the
mirror. As he panted in fright, the small breasts heaved and rocked. As
he watched, they slowly began to get fuller, plumper and more round.
The nipples widened to silver-dollar size as the quivering flesh filled
out to what had to be no less than a D cup. A small tear formed in
Mark's eye, but as it trickled down his cheek, the feeling that
produced it left him. Sure he still felt helpless, but somehow it
felt... right. His wide, bright but vacant eyes lit up as he felt a
burning heat in his groin. The young assistant had been stroking and
prodding at what was left of his maleness and it was responding by
shrinking further. Within minutes, it was no bigger than the tip of the
assistant's pinky finger and he squealed in half pain, half pleasure as
the indentation below it split into a pouty, dripping vagina.
The assistant purred to him as she teasingly fingered Dusty's new
sexual equipment, the bunny's thighs twitching and quivering
involuntarily as she mewled out her pleasure. Dusty's tongue lolled out
of her O shaped muzzle as she was quickly brought to orgasm, the fog
the sheer pleasure had clouded her mind with never eased. Even as the
pleasure ended, the bunny was still clearly dazed. She whimpered and
mewled, trying to beg for more attention, but the assistant cruelly
pulled her hands away from her. The young lady spoke to Dusty, but she
could no longer understand the words. She guessed that the words with
friendly based on the tone of the sounds, but couldn't know for sure.
With a few more words spoken to her, the young lady freed her of the
straps holding her to the vertical table. The first thing Dusty noticed
was the unattended feeding tube left next to her. Greedily, she stuffed
it into her muzzle and sucked furiously on it. The wonderful taste
exploded in her muzzle, as she squealed in pleasure.
As she suckled, she became aware of a dull tingling spreading through
her body. On all 4's, with the feeding tube still firmly between her
lips, she crawled over to the mirror. With each swallow, her already
generous curves became even more exaggerated. Her hanging, swaying
breasts filled out more and more, as her upturned ass became plumper
and fuller. She watched herself like that for a few moments, until she
no longer had the mental capacity to recognize the image as herself.
She closed her eyes and kept sucking until the tube was harshly removed
from her mouth.
With a mewl, she looked up and found herself face to cock with a very
attractive male bunny. Without a moment's hesitation she stuffed the
male bunny's cock into her muzzle and squealed delightedly as the male
bunny rewarded her with soft, gentle strokes over her head and ears.
Dusty had no idea just how long she sucked on the male bunny, but it
seemed to be too short as the member tensed and flexed in her muzzle.
Hot, wonderful tasting seed rushed down her throat and she instantly
knew that nothing could replace the taste and feeling of this.
The male bunny panted and chirred to her and she was more than happy to
chirrr back up at him, nuzzling his thighs as he spoke in a kind tone,
but his words were lost on her. After a few moments, the male bunny
pushed Dusty back, bumping her down on her rear end rather roughly.
Dusty squealed as she thumped to her bottom, looking up at her master
with a puzzled expression. Her master simply grinned and flipper her
over to all fours. Getting the hint, Dusty "murrred" her approval and
raised her tail, wordlessly enticing her master to use her as she was
built to be used. The male bunny grabbed her ass with both hands as he
briskly hilted himself into her. How long they went at it there in the
clinic was of no concern of Mark, now Dusty. Her only care was how long
the delightful feelings would last and how long it would be until she
could be on the receiving end of them again.
From another room, Dr. Clark watched with a wry smile. It seems that
the promise of unconditional satisfaction had been accurate after all.