Tyler sighed as he heaved the bulky backpack around his shoulder, walking down the long stretch of empty highway that split the forest in two as the sky began to go dark with the setting sun signalling the coming night.
Normal highschoolers spend their summers hanging out with each other or wasting the hours away in online games or chat lobbies. Tyler on the other hand, thought backpacking across the countryside would be a nice change of pace.
Not one to do his research however, Tyler had spent the last few hours or so walking across barren stretch of forest, not one single car willing to pick him up, thanks in part to his appearance; dressed all in black with bright violet highlights in his long mop of gelled hair and piercings elsewhere. If it weren’t for his voice, people would’ve mistaken him for a girl from afar with how slim and petite he was alongside his makeup caked face, going so far as to apply glossy lipstick.
Anyone passing by would instantly mistake him for some thug looking to rob them once they stopped their vehicles.
Resolved to walking back at this point, Tyler could only hope wistfully to himself that he’d packed enough to last him through the coming night.
"The world sure is cruel…"
Monologuing to himself about his dreary life and how people were all uncaring and cold, Tyler turned around on his heels as he walked slowly back where he’d come from, hoping to make it back to the motel before it got dark.
As he does so, he catches sight of a small blue car rounding the bend as it slowly makes its way towards him. Not expecting the driver to actually stop, he was almost ran over as the car swerved gently to the sidepath, stopping right in front of him as he bumped gently against the warm hood of the car, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the vehicle.
It reminded him of that video game that offered a glimpse into the what-if’s when the world broke into nuclear war at the height of the Cold War, he’d never thought he’d see one of these cars in pristine condition ever outside of movies and derelict wrecks at the local junkyard. Whoever the owner was, they had to be either very old or very rich to own one like this intact and in very good condition. Try as he might, Tyler couldn’t catch a good look at the driver through the sunshielded mirror, probably a special kind that allowed the driver a good view while obscuring the eye of the curious.
Rolling down the side door mirror, a kind face stared at him from within the driver's seat. A mature woman’s face framed by curly locks of blonde, and just like the car, dressed in a set of attire that screamed old world as Tyler tried not to scoff at the homely light blue blouse she wore and the spotted red ribbon in her hair.
“Hey there! Ya look like you’re in need of a ride, nearest town’s still a good 4 miles where i'm headed, how’s about it? Need a lift?”
Tyler saw no reason to refuse the kind young woman as she gave a wholehearted smile, not a single hint of malice in her eyes as she spoke with him. Nodding, Tyler opened the passenger door as the lock popped open, sliding into the warm, cushioned seat as the door slid shut before locking once more, the small blue car beginning to move once more with barely a bump felt inside, another testament to how well maintained it had been.
“You’re the silent type aren’t ya? What brings you so far out here? Rarely see folk of yer ilk around here! I'm Jamie by the way!”
Looking at the woman as she struck up a conversation, Tyler shrugged his shoulders as he simply shifted his gaze away from her wide eyed smile.
“To get away from the rush of modern society I guess, life was getting a bit too hectic for me…”
Hearing his words, the blonde chortled with laughter as she returned her gaze to the road.
“Ooh you’re a real charmer ain't’ you? That some new manner of speech or something? You’ll have to forgive me, I'm not so caught up with the times!”
How far back are you in your head ma’am?
Of course, Tyler hadn’t actually vocalized his thoughts, looking to the side as he leaned against the mirror. Deciding to skip the conversation and get straight to the meat of things.
“Where’re we headed again ma’am? You mentioned a town up ahead?”
Laughing in that high pitched drawn out voice again, Tyler was beginning to get annoyed as he tried his best to remain seated, keeping his hands where they lay.
“You really should be careful ‘round strangers sonny! And drop the pleasantries, If you aren’t careful you could end up as a snack for some good-fer-nothin! As for our stop, it’s a small lil town called Stepford! Heard of it?”
Shaking his head, Tyler glanced back at the lady, still keeping her eyes on him through the rearview mirror. He wasn’t concerned for his safety at all, confident in his ability to defend himself as he gripped at the stun rod tucked safely away in the backpack he now laid on his belly, if anything happened, she’d be the one in trouble, not him.
“Well I can see yer feeling all tuckered out, get some shut eye alright? I’ll holler when we get there, then you can see with your own two eyes how quaint our lovely town is!”
Seems like she’d mistaken his ignorance for tiredness, but he was indeed feeling exhausted, the aching in his shoulders making themselves known as his body began to settle down in the warm, soft bedding of the car seat. Feeling himself drift to sleep as he nodded off while leaning against the mirror, the fading sun’s warm rays bathed his cheeks in golden light as the pair sped off…
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Tyler awoke as the sounds of thumping jolted him awake, the car door mirror sliding open as the warm evening air brushed against his face.
“Wakey, wakey buttercup! We’re here!”
Looking around as he slid out of the car slowly, Tyler’s eyes widened as he looked around the small suburban streets and buildings, the glossy paint refracting the sun’s rays catching him in the eye as he took in the sights and sounds of a perfect replica of 1950’s America, seeing several people dressed much like Jamie was; polka dot dresses, bowler hats, long coats. It was as if he’d been sent back in time, looking at a calendar plastered over a boutique store window; told him it was still 2021 and he hadn’t been thrown into the past.
“Here, you’ve gotta be parched after that long trip! Drink up!”
Hearing the obnoxiously cheerful voice once more, Tyler turned his head to find a slushie cup hovering in his face as Jamie held it out in front of him with a big smile on her face. Taking it from her hand with a thankful nod, Tyler took in the rich sugary drink with gusto as he enjoyed the ice cold drink running down his warm body, not realizing he still had his hoodie on the entire time he slept.
“Thanks ma’a-Jaime…any idea where the nearest…hotel is? I’m sort of feeling…really…tired…”
No sooner had he registered the fact that his drink had probably been spiked with something and that he was beginning to slur badly, Tyler had fallen backwards as Jamie rushed up behind him with an unnatural quickness, her sleek arms grabbing hold of his limp form as she directed his falling body back into the car, swiping her palms as if she’d just finished dusting off the house.
“There we go! One outsider comin’ right up! Master's really gonna enjoy this one!”
Unable to even lift a finger in resistance, all Tyler could do was lie still as he watched the smile still plastered over the face of his assailant as she walked slowly back to the driver's seat. He tried to get anyone’s attention but stranger still was the fact that the people watching him seemed to be oblivious or at least, uncaring of his situation as they returned his drug induced pleading gaze with that same bright smile Jamie wore on her face.
Tyler cursed his fate as his heavy eyelids finally slid shut, the drugs claiming his consciousness as he felt the car kick into life, driving away to deliver him to an unknown fate at the hands of this so-called Master he’d heard Jamie speak of.
What in the world had he gotten himself into?
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Awakening slowly as the drugs wore off, Tyler groaned as he instinctively tried to raise his arms to rub his eyes after waking from what felt like a thousand year nap after running the Olympics non-stop, only to feel the tightened leather binding him to a soft bed as he struggled to move, his limbs splayed out and bound on each side of the bed frame.
Before he could even take a better look at his surroundings, a loud alarm blared out from hidden speakers somewhere in the room as red, ominous lights blinked on above him as a set of mechanical arms and other sci-fi thingymajigs descended from the ceiling, again, matching the aesthetic of what America thought would be commonplace in the future. It looked like some movie set piece.
“The heck is all thi-MPF!”
Tyler’s speech was cut short as his mouth was plugged shut by one of the mechanical arms as it filled his throat with a cold, rubbery tube, panic filling him as he felt a warm, viscous fluid begin to slide down his throat and into his belly as the other arms began their work as well; attaching clamps and braces to various parts of his body as hidden injectors began to pump him full of strange chemicals.
It was only now that Tyler realized he’d been stirpped naked.
Almost immediately, the sickly pallor of his skin healed over with a new layer of soft, hairless pink, looking almost like that of a baby’s as his body began to grow in size while retracting in certain places as his bones popped and reformed into new positions and shapes.
Struggling hard, Tyler screamed into his gag as he felt his hair lengthen down around him as the formerly oily, ruffled head of air exploded into a silky mess of brown with no hints of the former purple dye he once sported, the new locks of shiny hair tickling his face as he felt the flesh shift and push around the cold tube his thicker lips were wrapped around as bony cheeks grew round and cheery as his lashes cleaned themselves up along with his nose turning cute and small.
Not able to view the changes, Tyler felt his eyes widening into beautiful, sleek pearls that glimmered in the crimson light as he continued to put up his futile resistance, his boney body barely recognizable at this point as the restraints were now unbearably tight against his plumper, mature body that was similar in appearance to that of Jamie, Tyler had been shot through puberty and into adulthood, though that was just the beginning as a soft click signalled another set of chemicals being injected as the first vials were ejected from the mechanical arms, moving onto the second phase of the transformation as Tyler let out another scream, this time more feminine than before as his back arched in response to the new dose flowing in his body, gaining a noticeable S-curve as he thrust his chest out while his ass grinded itself against the soft bed.
For all intents and purposes, the change sounded extremely painful as the loud sounds of bones snapping and the gurgling of shifting flesh intensified Only for Tyler’s pained groans to devolve into frenzied moans as he experienced his first go at the carnal pleasures of the human body as his sensitive skin sent pangs of pleasure through him at every sensation; from the soft sheets rubbing against him, the mechanical arms still gripping him tight and how he’d been forced to grind his still inflating ass against the bed. It all made him feel unbearably horny as his member sprung to attention between his fattened thighs.
As if waiting for this exact moment, another set of arms sprung forth as one clasped his dick in a tube of sorts while the other drove itself up his butt. A womanly “Ooohh~” of pleasure echoing in the empty tube still stuck deep down his throat signifying the removal of the adam’s apple as the last bits of warm fluid dripped down his altered throat while a cloud of freckles formed on his face, not detracting from his flowering looks but rather adding to it, making him look like a natural born country girl.
With the new arms in place, the changes intensified alongside the pleasure as Tyler trashed harder, not in resistance but in response to the electrifying sensations coursing through him as his chest started to get more and more wobbly, the flat, hard chest slowly gaining mass as they plumped up into noticeable breasts before speeding well past the DD range as the newly grown E-cups jiggled into place, aching pink nipples right at the very tips sticking straight up in the air as his waist pinched inwards while his hips bloated outwards into sizeable handlebars lined with firm meat and muscles as they grew across his toned belly and groin.
These were muscles gained not from strenuous physical exercise but from something else entirely…something that involved a bed and a more than willing partner…
With a thrust of his muscled lower half, Tyler came into the tube lovingly wrapped around his dick as the pleasure reached its peak, emptying himself of his semen as nanomachines in his blood worked to clear him out of his now useless sexual fluids and male organs as his testicles retreated up a widening gash that had formed between his now completely female legs as his rod began to retract, no longer releasing thick white loads of sperm but a jet of clear, transparent liquid that lubed up the warm slit that was Tyler’s brand new set of sexual organs of the feminine side, the tube coming loose as his once large sausage was reduced to a tiny nub of highly sensitive nerves settled neatly atop the puckered vagina between trembling legs, Tyler’s fat ass coming back down to the bed with an audible slap as her orgasm came to an end, leaving her panting and exhausted as the tube stuck deep down her throat freed itself from her, taking in deep breaths as she felt the cold air return to tickle her insides, her aching limbs free once more as the arms retracted back into the darkened ceiling above.
Once darkness returned, Tyler was himself no longer. Where the thin, teenaged boy once lay restrained, there now lay a buxom woman with curves in all the right places to catch the gaze of any man if her alluring face didn’t do the trick, her restraints having snapped a long time ago as her palms were slick with sweat, manicured fingers and dainty digits twitching in the afterglow of her first female orgasm.
Not giving her the chance to rest though, more clicks and thumps were heard as an old fashioned tv monitor descended from right above where Tyler lay, flashing a series of indecipherable images down at the stunned woman as she lay still, unable to resist in her stupor as she gazed dumbstruck at the tv as it blared a series of subliminal messages into her waiting ears as she stared wide eyed at the screen, her perky lips agape as drool ran down her cheeks and sleek chin.
Her mind surrendering to the hypnotic sights and sounds, the woman remained still as arms rose up from beneath her holding various accessories, makeup and brand new clothes to dress her up with as her mind underwent a thorough cleaning, the hypnotic program ensuring whatever was left of the former young man would come out the ideal housewife; obedient, submissive, capable and most important of all, knowledge in all the ways a dutiful woman could please a man with every inch of her body as irrelevant memories and ‘modern knowledge’ was tossed aside and deleted in exchange for how to do the dishes and how best to give a blowjob in any position.
But that was where things ended, no other piece of relevant information left in her head besides housekeeping and the like. There was no need for her to do much more after all, the bread keeper of the house was to be her future husband, she just needed to look her best by his side.
Soon, the she was nothing more than a simple husk devoid of emotion and memory until the time came for her activation, remaining still as the arms worked on her body; spreading her legs without resistance as they slid a remote controlled dildo up into her empty snatch before placing a revealing set of nightwear over them as a soft groan escaped her open mouth, a noticeable bulge to go along with the puffy cameltoe pushing at the thin fabric as earrings were clipped through her soft lobes along with a pearl necklace slung round her smooth neck.
As the woman remained dead still, the arms finished clasping her tits in a tight fitting black and white top alongside the tight pink corset that only served to emphasize the curvaceous body beneath that lacked a bra for support, knowing full well this nameless woman would have no need of it once her chosen husband had her all wet and ready in bed as the other arms applied the finishing dashes of makeup and perfume across her face and body; her lips covered in a thin layer of gloss that served to highlight how kissable they were as a layer of mascara advertised sleek lashes and seductive eyes.
Sliding her feet into form fitting heels as the last dashes of nail polish were applied, the static blasting television shut off as it, the arms and the walls seemed to come down around the woman as the voices of men began to echo around her, a spotlight coming to life above the bed where she lay as life returned to her empty eyes, her severely messed up head giddily coming to once their voices graced her ears as she focused on the bright orange glow above her, shifting slowly as she heard the rabble around her intensify as hungry eyes undressed her from where they sat in the dark, she didn’t know why but it was just such a huge turn on!
“Welcome to tonight’s auction gentlemen! The lucky winner will get to walk away with our latest addition to the lovely neighbourhood; Elizabeth! The bid starts at $300,000!”
Unable to move until her new owner was found, Elizabeth as she now knew herself as, began to pose herself on the bed as she heard the cries of the men around her, shouting out every growing numbers as the smile on her face grew wider, her sleek eyes narrowing into a foxy glint that screamed ‘Fuck Me’ as she prostrated herself in front of her audience, eager to get carried away in her hubby’s arms when the timer finally hit zero.
As the night fell and morning came, Stepford would be blessed with another lovely banger of a woman, with no one batting an eye at the stranger that had come and gone in just a few hours the day before…for all they knew, he was probably some vagrant on a journey.
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“Honey, dinners ready!”
Elizabeth hollered from the kitchen as she removed the apron from her belly, dusting off her frilly blue dress that exposed plenty of cleavage as she set down the dishes on the table, careful not to make unnecessary movements as she maneuvered around the table expertly, ponytail bobbing adorably as her bright red lips shone in the light as she hummed a catchy tune.
A pregnant lady could never be too careful after all!
Putting down the pot of stew, Elizabeth ran a loving hand over her pregnant belly, still remembering how she’d met her husband during that dinner date in town and how raunchy she had been back then. Compared to her reserved, feminine appearance now, she certainly had been a minx back then, the image of her raunchy wardrobe and kinky tastes for sex still fresh in her mind.
She also remembered the occasional headaches and feelings of deja vu that had taken months of therapy at the local doctor to clear up. Weirdly enough, having sex with her husband; Hubert had also been effective at halting these pains, making the act itself all the mor enjoyable as she sought him out almost every hour of the day to relieve herself of both the pain and her sexually frustrated body.
But that had been years ago, when Hubert and her had been going at it almost every hour of the day, from curing her headaches to doing their best to conceive a child. She had initially partaken in it due to how good it felt to be fucked raw every night by a capable man but eventually she had mellowed out, going easier on her man until the two made love as affectionately as possible. Her swollen stomach was evidence of their hard work as she felt a kick from the life stirring within her womb.
“There there Lucy girl!”
She did wonder on occasion when she would be able to have Hubert rough her up again, the couple abstaining from sex once news had arrived of Elizabeth’s pregnancy. Once Lucy was born though, she’d be sure to make up for all the months of missed sexy time with her hunky man in bed, maybe even getting herself knocked up a second time! Just thinking about it made her head run giddy.
But for now, she had dinner to serve and a husband to feed, humming a catchy song to herself, Elizabeth resumed laying out the food on plates as her man approached from behind, grasping her small chin in his arms as he snuggled his face against her ponytail, taking in her scent as she smiled and returned his affection with a loving kiss…
THE END