The Mad Magician: The Cruel Max Von Crucial
Book 1

Episode 1
The 5:00 show

Jim and I been comped tickets to a magic act off the strip. Generally, we tried to stay in familiar territory among the main casino hotels but being Monday, most shows were dark and this was about the only thing sounding interesting…and besides it was our anniversary and they were free.

6 years, man it goes fast. It seems like yesterday we were standing in that church saying our vows. 6 years later, here we are, trying to rekindle the spark that started it all where it all started.

The doors opened and we all started taking our seats. The arena was small and intimate, we chose not to sit too close to the stage, but still were able to get good seats.

The lights dimmed and out came a woman who must be one of the magician’s assistants. She was dressed in a black mini with red knee high boots and a short jacket with sequins. Her hair looked red, but it could be the effect of the stage lighting.

Momentarily, some music begins to play and in a blinding flash and smoke, what looks to be the magician appears on stage. Pretty impressive entry, for what appears to be a very low budget show.

He introduces himself as Max Von Crucial, and he is here to amaze us. Yada yada I think and I start wondering if we are wasting our time.

He starts the show with a few slight of hand tricks but what is impressive is the preparation he must have put into this performance because his attention is always on the audience. Several times he made direct eye contact with me and I could tell he spent a lot of time focusing his attention on other members of the audience as well.

Later in the show, came the cliché where he asks for volunteers from the audience. Not surprising, only a few people actually raised their hands and out of that few, only a couple were selected. He then started hand picking some of us from the audience, and I was not surprised that he walked our table and extended his hand. I looked at my husband and he nodded approvingly and encouraged me to go on stage.

On stage there were now, 4 of us, 2 women, and 2 men. He lined us up and started in with a hypnotic rhyme that immediately calmed my nerves because I had stage fright. To my left was a red headed woman I recognized from our hotel and next to her was her male friend. She did not

have a ring on so I assume there were not married. To my right was a younger man who was clearly intoxicated.

Von Crucial then walked behind us and stood behind the young man to my left. I couldn’t see what he was doing but suddenly there was a flash and the smell of ozone in the air. I then heard the crowd clap loudly but for some reason I could not move, not even to turn my head. It was a very anxious feeling and I started breathing heavily as to not black out from anxiety. In through mouth, out through the nose I thought to myself just go with it, what could happen? It’s only a show, or so I thought.

I heard Von Crucial walk behind me and stop. The next feeling I had was of the air conditioned room air against my naked body because somehow, that scoundrel had removed my clothing. The PA system in the meantime had begun that rhythmic lullaby that seemed to have earlier calmed my fears. It must have worked on the audience as well because my husband did not seem bothered that his wife was standing stark naked on a public stage. The soothing lullaby continued.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity while Von Crucial went off stage. From my peripheral vision, I could see him talking to someone and based upon the gesturing that was going on, there seemed to be some disagreement.

In through mouth, out through the nose I continued to think as my legs began to grow tired from standing in one position for so long until I saw the two figures shake hands and Von Crucial came back on stage, stopping behind the red headed girl standing next to me. Again I saw a flash of white light and smelled the now familiar smell of ozone. What I saw next was incredible. Because of how we were lined up, I had a better view of what was going on to my right to my left and what I saw both amazed and frightened me. After the flash, the red headed girl, changed right before my eyes. Her head seemed to collapse into itself, deflating like a pink balloon with the red locks of hair slipping off and falling to the floor like a wig. Her head continued to deflate until it laid there upon her neck and slopped over onto her left shoulder. In the folds of the balloon head I could see one of her eyes frantically looking for help.

Von Crucial then grabbed the tip of the deflated head and pulled it upright, stretching it until it resembled an empty pink hot water bottle, complete with a eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth. Von Crucial stepped in front of her and placing his mouth over hers, he began to blow, which started the balloon head to inflate, well, like a balloon. He stopped when it reached the size of a standard basketball. He then pinched the lips shut and grabbing her by the nose, he and eventually tied her lips and nose into a knot thus keeping the balloon head inflated. flicked it with his middle finger and it sounded just like a rubber balloon and if it weren’t attached to a girl’s body and the two blinking eyes frantically darting about, you would think it was a clever ch1ld’s toy.

Suddenly, the girl was levitated and he positioned her so she was facing up. His stage assistant then pointed some kind of remote control at her and she started to shrink, until she was no more than about 18 inches in length. She then grabbed the girl out of the air and walked off stage with her.

All the while the audience sat there, guffawing and applauding as if this were the best show they had ever seen. Something about the music must be hypnotizing them because the illusion they think they are seeing I think is all too real.

Episode 2

Von Crucial then set his sites on the young male friend of the former redhead turned balloon head. He picked up the red hair that had been his girlfriends and placed it on her friends head. It seemed to fuse with his scalp, replacing his former black short hair with her luxurious set of read ringlets. The audience applauded and the applause continued as Von Crucial raised his right hand and light emitted from his palm and surrounded the man. Engulfed in the light, I could see his body start to ripple and shimmer as strange changes began to take hold of his body. First, his arms started to shrink and were drawn into his shoulders where they were now completely smooth. His chest was stripped of all of its hair and the small, undeveloped man nipples started to move outward and upward toward the smooth skin where his arms used to be. The nipples migrated and stopped dead center on the empty arm sockets. Von Crucial then raised his left arm and a pink light emitted from his palm and surrounded the young man. Suddenly, from the empty arm sockets two swellings started to develop beneath the small nipples. It was breasts, somehow Von Crucial was making two teardrop shaped female breasts with small male nipples grow in place of the young man's arms. If I wasn’t seeing it was wouldn’t believe it. Perhaps it’s all a hallucination?

After the two breasts grew to about a C cup, the swelling stopped. He then levitated the young man, and laying him horizontally, the assistant again zapped him with the remote control and shrunk him as she shrunk his girlfriend. She stopped when he was nearly 12 inches in length and placing him on a small gurney wheeled him off stage. I caught a look at his face and it was contorted, he was in obvious pain but no sound came from his silent lips even though I could tell if he could, he would be screaming his lungs out.

Was I next I wondered? I felt him walk behind me but I was relieved when he continued passed and stopped behind the man standing next to me on my right. I could not see too much of what was going on because he was actually too far behind me for my peripheral vision to catch what was going on so I stood there, nervous, scared and very uncertain was what was happening and what may happen. Was this all real? Or is it just an illusion. I caught the gaze of my husband as he too sat there. Judging by the expression on his face he was either drunk or had been slipped a drug of some sort. Heck, all of the audience I could see had the same, dumb, expression of a mixture of ecstasy and intoxication. Whatever was happening was not going to be stopped, not by anyone in that audience.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement to my right. I glanced down to see the man next to me had been transformed. In horror I tried to process exactly what I was seeing because from what I could tell is that the man from the waist down was now sporting two large breasts the size of bean bags, complete with huge nipples where what should have been, feet? His penis and testicles were nestled in a patch of black pubic hair in his cleavage. The effect was that he was essentially balancing on the two large breasts, but not to well as he wobbled back and forth like a perverted blowup punching bag.

The assistant came out and did her duty but this time only shrinking the poor guy down to about 4 feet tall. She wheeled him off the stage on a utility cart. I saw his face wince in pain as one of his foot/nipples became caught in the wheels.

My god, I’m next I thought. I braced myself as he stopped behind me. In through the mouth, out through the nose I thought as I tried in vain to run, to save myself. I looked out at my husband, and pleaded with him with my eyes to do something. He just gave me a thumbs up sign and applauded. Oh God, help me I screamed mentally.

Suddenly a flash of red light engulfed me and when it cleared I had a tingly feeling on my face, just below my nose. I wanted to scratch it but I was totally paralyzed and could only suffer in silence. I could also feel the tingly feeling in my butt crack. What the heck happened to me I wondered, and as soon as it had started it stopped. I saw the assistant come to my side and point the remote device at me. Here it goes, I thought, what next, where are we going? Are we all restored off stage?

Without warning, there was a burst of noise and confusion as men in uniforms stormed the stage. screamed for everyone to get down and you know I would have it I could have!

The PA system was disabled and with the lights now on, the audience started coming out of their trances. They looked around disoriented, some looked at their watches.

I too suddenly found myself able to move. I heard gunshots followed by a brilliant flash of light and then silence.

A man, white in his mid to upper 40’s stepped into my field of view and asked if I could hear him and if I could move. I started to answer but was stopped when he yelled at another person in uniform to come and take me somewhere off stage.

I was wrapped in a blanket and we moved to stage left and found a couch to sit on. Sitting down is when I started to get the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong. First of all, I was still concentrating on breathing in through the mouth and out through the nose. When I sat down, I noticed that breathing through my mouth had become difficult, almost like someone had placed

a heavy cloth over my mouth. I reached up to move whatever was blocking my breathing and
……

….I heard muffled voices asking is she ok? I recognized one of them as my husband but I couldn’t recognize any of the others.

She’ll have to lie on her side for the time being, we’re just not sure to what extent the transformation has affected her respiration. We don’t want to run the risk of suffocation.

Suffocation? I wondered as I slowly opened my eyes. They fluttered open and I could tell I was lying on my side on the couch. On the couch, Oh my God I thought as it all started coming back. Something was wrapped around my face, I reached up to feel what seemed like a handkerchief tied around my neck and pulled up over my cheeks.

In through the mouth, out through the nose I repeated mentally but stopped when I realized that if I had a handkerchief over my mouth then why couldn’t I feel it on my lips? I stuck out my tongue and felt nothing, which confused me because I could feel the cloth against my cheeks. I licked my lips and immediately pulled my tongue back because beyond my lips, my tongue contacted more skin and…stubble? That doesn’t make sense, I was almost as if my cheeks were being squashed together and what was up with the stubble? I don’t have a facial hair problem. So I tried it again but this time I opened my mouth wide, or as wide as I could but found difficult and hard to part my lips much further than partway because of some sort of pressure being applied to my top and bottom lips. Sticking my tongue out as far as I could I let out a yelp as someone or something was touching my butt. I jumped up and in the process bit my tongue and bit it hard. I reached up to instinctively to cover my mouth and was surprised again when I felt someone touch my butt hole. I jerked my arm around to swat the offending jerk away and felt nothing. I spun around and saw no one, no one that is except for my husband and the man in the nice suit looking at me with concern.

Episode 3

What is going on I yelled…well tried to. I heard my voice but I wasn’t in my head. It was muffled, and my mouth didn’t seem to work right. I tried again, same result. The sound was coming from behind me. I couldn’t hear myself in my ears, the reverberations in my sinus, the vibration in my throat was simply not there but I noticed this time that I felt something in my butt crack. I tried again, what is going on??? My mouth felt fat, like my face had exploded. In through the mouth, out through the nose I reminded myself.

My husband was by my side now. He looked at me, he looked sad. We made eye contact, he looked away. What? I asked, what happened?

The man in the suit said we need to talk. I started to sit down and he stopped me. I think it’s better if we stand, he said.

I don’t know of any other way to say this but you have been assaulted and the suspects got away.

Assaulted? I asked, being more forceful, a task that caused unnerving feelings starting from my lower abdomen extending down and centering just below my sex.

He held up a mirror and I looked at my reflection. I looked the same, save for the red bandana covering my mouth. I reached up and jerked it down and stared. Dumbfounded, I looked at my reflection. My eyes were the same, as was my nose and cheeks. What I was failing to comprehend was centered between my nose and my chin was an anus. My anus. It was pink and puckered and healthy and on my face. Holy crap, on my face, my anus is on my face! It moved, it relaxed and puckered as I clenched and unclenched. I suddenly beginning to realize why my voice was so wrong and, oh my god, my mouth, my mouth is in my butt crack. I got woosey and sat down on the couch.

In through the mouth ...I tried to repeat but sitting on the couch I felt the rough fabric of the blanket wrapped around me press against my lips so I jumped right back up again, biting my tongue again in the process.

Miss, we need to have you see one of our specialists. We need to know to what lengths the transformation has gone so please come with me.

You will have to stay here, he said to my husband and we walked off.

Putting another blanket over my head, we walked outside. In walking I could feel my butt cheeks rub against my lips ...left…right…left ...right. Oh god I’m going insane I thought. Walking also made breathing difficult because as my thighs rubbed together, my lips would be forced closed so I tried as much as possible to breathe through my nose.

We were outside, I could tell because we left the air conditioned sanctuary of the concert hall but we stopped outside and heard him knock on a door.

Here she is he said, take care of her. She’s one valuable witness.

I was led up some stairs, the floor felt unstable so I believe I was in an RV and it was confirmed when a voice said I could remove my head cover now.

It’s ok, I’m a doctor, the male voice said.

I slowly pulled the towel from my head and looked down at my feet.

Here he said, handing me a surgical mask. You can wear this, and then no one will ever know.

I placed the mask over my nose and pulled the elastic over my head and looked up. The doctor was young but not too young. I was going to be damned if Doodie Houser was going to give me an examination in my humiliated state.

Come, sit here on the examination table. He said pointing to a standard examination table.

I sat down on the table and he said he needs to do a pelvic exam and motioned to the two stirrups on either side of the table. Great, all this and a gyno exam I thought.

It was actually nice to be in the stirrups because for the first time since the show, my mouth wasn’t feeling it was as being squished between my butt cheeks. I was not going to spend the rest of my life in stirrups however.

The doctor started by asking me questions. I told him how old I was and that we were at the show and I don’t recall much else except I ended up like this and pointed to my face.

I think he was surprised at how well I could speak. I felt him touch the area around my lips and he said it looks as if most of the facial muscles that control the mouth were transferred down there as well.

Say Ah he said. I opened my mouth and I felt him prod around in there with a tongue depressor. All your teeth are ok, your tongue seems healthy and over oral… health appears excellent.

He did a pelvic exam and proclaimed that my gynecological health was also normal but without x rays he couldn’t be totally sure about any other issues other than my physical alterations.

Do you want to see? He asked and grabbed a mirror. I shrugged and nodded and he placed a mirror down between my legs and I said up slightly. It had been years since had even looked at my vagina in a mirror, but it looked normal. It’s outer lips ringed with dark blonde pubic hair and down further past the peritoneum the corner of my mouth began with it’s lipstick covered lips. It was sideways, meaning my mouth ran vertical with my butt crack which explains the smooshed feeling I was having. I opened my mouth, and sure enough if it had been on my face it would look normal but looking at it now it was strange and wrong. I stuck my tongue out and licked my lips. Wow is all I could say and as I watched my lips mouth the word wow, I felt like laughing and crying. What am I going to do? How am I going to eat? Is this my existence for the rest of my life? I stuck my tongue out further, it felt normal. I ran it around my mouth and felt the stubble of my inner thigh and tiny hairs that were in my butt crack. I’m going to need a wax job I thought as it all became too much to handle.

I need to examine your face the doctor said, interrupting my moment. I reluctantly let him pull the mask from my face. I tried to look away, ashamed at what I must look like. I closed my eyes as he touched the area surrounding my anus. I felt his gloved hand probing my cheeks and chin.

Just relax he said right before he slipped a lubricated finger into my anus. The sensations were bizarre. I could feel his finger in the butt hole, probing but I could also feel the rest of his hand on my chin and nose. Other sensations were hitting me as well. When he inserted his finger I could hear the slurping sound as his lubricated finger slid into my anus. I could smell the latex of his glove mixing with the subtle odor of KY jelly. I wanted to vomit. I felt and heard his finger slide out of my anus. I instinctively clenched my butthole, marveling at the new sensations I had in my face as my cheeks were sucked in, almost like I was puckering up to kiss someone.

Here you go, as he handed me a handy wipe to remove the excess lubricant. For the moment I had been breathing through my mouth but I slipped and took a whiff, which was a big mistake.

The mixed odor of latex, KY and feces wafted into my nose and my stomach rebelled.

The Doctor, sensing I was going to vomit placed a garbage can between my legs, just in time.

Blahhhhhhhh the first wave hit, and I tasted lunch as it passed out my mouth and into the can. I took a breath and heaved again, this time straining.

the second wave emerged but this time my mouth was slightly closed so some of it sprayed against my inner thigh.

I strained again, a dry heave, which produced something I was not nor could not be ready for. Out of my anus came an explosion of gas and particulate made up of poop and residual KY jelly. Oh God, I saw it, I heard it, I felt it, I saw it and I smelt it. I farted and it was right under my nose.

I heaved again. Oh God I screamed aloud why me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Episode 4

Agent Jon James had thought he had seen it all. After 12 years as a beat cop in one of the nation’s most violent cities, he had grown accustomed to murder, [censored] and other depravities, that is until about 5 years ago working a missing person’s case he stumbled across the works of Max Von Crucial.

A young woman, 28 and her boyfriend had hired Von Crucial out of the yellow pages to perform for a mutual friend at a birthday celebration. Nobody knows what happened to the other 12 guests at the party, their cases are still open, open but cold. The young man and woman, however, had managed to hide in a closet during the show.

We took their statements and initially, had considered them to be suspects. It was all too far fetched but they both had the same story, with too much detail to be have been contrived. Either these two were the world’s best liars, or they were telling the truth. They both we able to describe detail by detail how the guest of honor, a young woman named Debbie Fields had been hypnotized and then essentially dismantled during the magic act. They described in detail how instead of reconstructing the girl and ending the illusion, Von Crucial mixed her parts in ways that were impossible. Her hands and feet were switched, as was her hips replaced facing the wrong way, so that her buttocks faced forward along with her upper torso. They explained in detail how the assistant shot the girl with a beam of light and saw her shrink to the size of a small ch1ld’s doll and then put into a glass container and taken to another room. When they suspected something was very wrong with the show, the young man called 911 but when the police arrived, Von Crucial and his assistant used the beam of light to shrink the remaining people at the party to the size of dolls and herded them into crates. Peering through a crack in the door, the young man saw how they then sealed the crates and slipped through a large white disk, stopping only to make eye contact with the young man and winking.

We took the two into custody and after testimony by two officers who had arrived to see the suspect and his assistant disappear into the white disk we no longer suspected them, but we did place them into protective custody while we started re-examining some cold missing persons cases going back 5 years.

John and Cindy were a cute couple, we set them up with new ids and got them into one of our safe houses were in one of the better neighborhoods. The good news was they could id Von Crucial, the bad news, it turns out Von Crucial does not like to leave loose ends.

We had to go to the tape to get the full story of what happened and the sad and improbable ending.

After two months of being in the program, John felt confident that the monster had moved on and he and Cindy were safe, or as safe as they could be. They had new identities now, he now

goes by the name of James and Cindy, now goes by Sherry and oh yeah, they’re married now. John smiled as he thought about how this bizarre chain of events had resulted in their marriage. But still, he couldn’t get that cold icy stare out of his mind.

One day after returning from the gym, John heard a sound and felt a cool chill in the air of their suburban ranch home. Spinning, he came fact to face to the man who had been haunting his nightmares for the past two months. Von Crucial smiled as he pointed at John which surprisingly made him feel suddenly at ease.

“You didn’t think you would get away did you?"

John was frozen. He felt no fear but was fully aware of what was happening.

Suddenly, Cindy came the room from the garage with an armload of groceries.

Von Crucial pointed a finger at her and the groceries fell to the ground, an orange rolled across the floor and stopped at Von Crucial’s feet.

“Come, stand by your beloved” Von Crucial said.

Cindy obeyed, and stood at his side facing Von Crucial.

“You two have caused me some frustration,” he said. “This young detective you are working with, he is let’s say causing me some financial troubles.”

Cindy, like John felt no fear but being fully conscious of the situation had a growing sense of concern.

“Sorry if I’m not much for chit chat, but in my business, time is money” Von Crucial said. “What am I going to do with you two? Your friends brought me a pretty penny and you do come from the same lot, albeit a few weeks delayed.”

“The problem I have is because of the delay I had one order canceled so, for one of you, this is your lucky day or as lucky as it can get anyway!” and he laughed.

Cindy was trying to understand what he was talking about. It was almost as if he considered them to be a commodity, was the whole story behind this some sort of human trafficking scam?

“Sort of” Von Crucial said.

Cindy looked surprised.

“What you didn’t think I could read minds too?” Von Crucial said and laughed again.

“Enough of the niceties” he said, his mood changing.

He pointed at John and John felt his clothes disappear, the cool air conditioned air hitting his bare chest and backside.

Von Crucial then pointed at Cindy and she too felt her clothes disappear. He stood there for a moment and then began a soft chant. John felt his face go numb and momentarily he had feeling of vertigo as his point of view shifted slightly. He felt the same numb feeling in his groin as he felt without pain the sense of skin being pulled and stretched.

Pausing, Von Crucial then focused on Cindy. She too felt her face go numb but not before she felt a tingling in her mouth and the same numbness in her crotch and groin. Von Crucial stopped his soft chanting and smiling he commanded the two to turn and face each other.

Episode 5

Von Crucial stopped his soft chanting and smiling he commanded the two to turn and face each other.

“like I said, I think for either of you this as lucky as you can get.” He said and started laughing louder.

Cindy felt whatever invisible bonds loosen somewhat as she looked at her husband. She was horrified to see that his face had been altered. His nose and eyes had been shifted up on his face slightly and there was now what looked like an anus just below his nose. Equally as impossible there was now a vagina, with its plump outer lips pulsing in and out as John appeared to struggle to breath. Below the vagina was blonde pubic hair on his chin, neatly trimmed into an inverted V, and if it were not for the altered anatomy on his face it would appear to be a regular goatee. Cindy tried to scream as she looked closer to the area just under his chin at what looked to be a tattoo on the pale, smooth skin just below where the pubic hair ended just above his Adam’s apple. She looked again, and again she was shocked to recognize the quarter dollar sized tattoo, it was of a red heart and it had Cindy Lou written below it. She screamed a garbled scream as she realized it was her vagina, right down to the blonde pubic hair and tattoo she got when she was 16 on her boyfriends face. She screamed again when she also realized that if it was her vagina it was also probable that her anus was also on his face.

She tried to find words to protest but in doing so, she found it was hard to talk. It was as if her tongue was swollen and it was hard to control. She opened her mouth to speak and was again horrified to feel what protruded out from her lips as she closed her mouth around what should have been her tongue. She quickly pulled it back into her mouth and as it slid in between her lips she noticed how it felt as it did so. It was almost as if the tip was swollen, but it was also very sensitive a feeling that was somehow familiar but definitely foreign.

John was watching this all in horror, he could see Cindy was reacting to something, something that was upsetting her immensely. He too felt the invisible bonds release a little and the numbness slowly dissipated from his face. The feeling wasn’t right though, the way the air felt on his face just didn’t feel right. For one thing, breathing in and out of his mouth was sending strange sensations through his face as air escaped through his lips which felt swollen. Exploring his mouth with his tongue he realized whatever this guy did to him he took his teeth for one thing. His tongue poked around his toothless cavity, it was all soft, no palate no gums, just soft warm skin and very strange sensations, almost pleasant…almost like….

He looked at Cindy and he felt his knees go weak as she opened her mouth and out came a penis, with it’s round bulbous head from between her red lipstick colored lips.

“Go ahead” Von Crucial said reach for it

John didn’t know how but he instinctively reached for his crotch, only find smooth skin where his penis should have been. Below that, he was somewhat relieved to feel his familiar hairy ball sack, but it was a bitter sweet relief.

“What did you do?” he said, or tried to say. “Ungahha hghha hahh ha” is what Von Crucial and Cindy heard.

John reached up to his throat. “ Uhgnna “ he again tried to speak. His hands slid up his throat and he stopped when he came to a patch of pubic hair making up his “goatee”. It had been years since he had had any facial hair, but even then it had felt different than what was currently on his face. Where his beard had been course, this was lighter feeling, almost whispy in nature, even the skin on his face through the hair felt softer to the touch. His hand slid up and over his chin, making contact with the plump outer lips of Cindy’s vagina. His jerked his hand away in shock. He made eye contact with Cindy, her eyes were almost full of tears. He slowly put his hand back to his mouth, or atleast to where his mouth should have been. No wonder his tongue was sending back mixed signals. He had a God Damn vagina for a mouth now. It’s vertical slit taking up the lower part of his face. He felt around, he felt the outer lips and how if he tried real hard he could use his facial muscles to open it slightly, just enough to get his tongue out.

Keeping his hand over it, he let his tongue explore the alien lips. He pulled his tongue back into his “mouth” and marveled at the strange sensations as he felt it slide across both the plump outer lips and the thinner but more sensitive second set that resided just inside of his new mouth. He looked at Cindy and she was looking at him. He tried to ignore the strange sensations emitting from his mouth as he slowly slid his hand further up his face. He felt at the top of the vagina as the vaginal lips gave way to smooth skin, and was shocked again when his finger slid over another opening, this time it was small and tight and round and as he gently poked it with a finger tip, the sensation that was returned confirmed to him that he not only had a vagina on his face, he also had an anus just below his nose. A subtle sniff of his finger confirmed what his mind was still unable to comprehend. The musky mix of female scent and butthole was the last thing he remembered as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The tape caught the rest. On it we could see Von Crucial use his magic beam to shrink John and his assistant then appeared to take him away. He motioned to Cindy and she became rigid and her body began to shimmer. Slowly she shrank, smaller and smaller until she was about 6 inches tall. He then placed a small disk on her head and then like some kind of special effects her mouth opened and kept of opening. Wider and wider her mouth opened until the penis that was her tongue stuck out, almost erect. Her body molded itself into a formless cylinder and her teeth dissolved into nothing. After a few moments where the former Cindy stood, now was a 6 inch penis. Von Crucial bent down and placed a card underneath it, almost as if it was a paperweight and then he looked at the surveillance camera that had been recording the events and smiled. Suddenly a bright light caused the film to become overexposed and the recording stopped.

Agent Smith was the first on the scene and after nobody answered the door and with both vehicles in the driveway he became suspicious and forced his way in and called for backup. Nothing was out of the ordinary that is except for groceries on the kitchen floor that is.

Detective James arrived as soon as he could. The two witnesses were nowhere to be found.

“Let’s check the tape” he said, maybe there is something on there to go on. Agent Smith went into the laundry room to playback the day’s recording while Detective James looked closely at the fallen groceries. There among the paper towels was something out of the ordinary. Putting on his latex gloves he carefully moved one of the rolls and stepped back. There on the floor was what at first glance looked to be a sex toy, a dildo. What caused him to step back was that it moved. Using a pair of salad tongs, he carefully picked it up, to his shock it moved again, and fell to the floor making soft slap against the hardwood floor. This time, using the tongs and a dustpan, he carefully picked it up again and laid it on the kitchen counter. Looking closely, it moved, almost as if it were breathing??? Rolling it over, he could see what looked like two very small holes on the underside of the “head” of the penis and below those, what could almost be a mouth. In fact it was mouth with lips and everything. Rolling it over again, he stepped back, were those eyes? Looking again in shock, he could see two blue human looking eyes staring up at him from just behind the head of the penis.

“Can you hear me?” he said No answer.

“Blink if you understand”

The eyes blinked frantically darting back and forth.

“Detective, you need to see this it’s unbelievable” agent Smith said coming into the kitchen. “Try me” Detective James said.

Episode 6

A soft knock on the plastic lid awoke Cindy from her nap. Life for her had pretty much had been reduced periods of alertness when she fed and surfed the internet interrupted by periods of rest lasting 4 to 8 hours. For the first few months, the claustrophobia was maddening after all, imagine for yourself how you would feel if your arms and legs were removed, neck fused in one position with only your mouth, tongue and eyes able to move in a limited range. She often asked herself was this life worth living? She survived on a liquid diet fed from an eye dropper, and relied on a nurse to change her diaper when it was soiled and more often when her monthly period came. Was it worth living like this? Was it worth focusing on the hope that this all could be resolved and she would be restored and reunited with her husband? What was the life of a disembodied penis worth anyway?

"Cindy, it's time for breakfast." the voice from above said softly.

She opened her eyes and squinted as the fluorescent light from above illuminates the interior of the incubator.

"Would you like me to change you first?" the nurse asked leaning down closer. Cindy could feel and smell her warm breath against what would pass as her face.

"Yes please" she replied. Her squeaky voice amplified through speakers hanging off the side of the plastic incubator chamber.

VonCrucial's magic had reduced her to the form of a near six inch penis. Her biology however was not altered drastically. She still ate with her mouth, and breathed air with her mouth and nostril openings which were just below her eyes located below the ridge of the "head" of her penis torso. If you looked close enough you could see a navel and just above it, two dark specs that were nipples, in the center of the shaft of the veined mass of flesh that made up her entire torso. The skin around the bottom of the flesh tube was smooth and rounded with only two small openings on the pink landscape, one being her vagina and the other her anus.

She felt two large and cold fingers of a giant hand gently pinch her on each side of her torso and lift her slightly off of the soft cotton mattress. The makeshift diaper was slid off of the end of her and she felt a cool breeze against the sensitive skin interrupted by the crisp swipe of an alcohol pad across her privates. A warm dry diaper was slid over her bottom end and she was laid gently back down onto the mattress.

"We've got eggs for breakfast today, would you like water or juice?

"Water" Cindy said meekly, she hated to hear her voice, to her it was just a reminder of what she had become.

Two droppers, that's all it took to fill her up. The taste was horrible, but how good could someone make pureed eggs taste? At least the water was good.

The nurse reached down and gently wiped around her mouth. The sensation of the nurses soft fingers sending strange tingles throughout her body.

She choked back a sob as her body began to stiffen up without her control, her squeaky voice letting out a sharp gasp through the speakers as her facial features began to warp as the wrinkled skin they were stretched. Her limp body slowly hardening and lengthening into a larger erect shape.

Cindy cried as she was filled with utter embarrassment, unable to control her own body's reaction to the nurses gentle touch. She had now hardened into her full eight inch erect form. Her eyes nose and mouth stretched out obscenely beneath the large engorged penile glans that had replaced the top of her head.

Cindy moaned at the sensations, helpless to relieve the pressure she felt throughout her body and unable to even do so as her body lacked testicles to fulfill the process. The nurse looked down sadly at cindy, she must look a perverse pitiful sight. Cindy would just have to wait out her erection until her body softened up on it's own, no amount of friction would sate her body's new state since she lacked testes to do so.

Her sobbing had quickened the process of making her body go flaccid and she slowly rocked her body back and forth into position to resume her readings once more. She was interrupted when a doctor in a lab coat peered over her container.

"Cindy good afternoon...how are you doing?" The man asked smiling. "..." Cindy didn't respond right away. how did he think she was doing?

"I see...well...I have a proposal for you Cindy...I think we may have a way to restore you-" He was cut off by a screech of the speakers.

"DO IT!" She squeaked out harshly.

"Well Cindy the procedure is very unorthodox and highly experimental, in fact there is at least an 80 percent chance at failure or...worse so It's not-" Again he was cut off by the high pitched scream.

"I DON'T CARE ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN THIS...EVEN IF IT KILLS ME...DO IT! DO IT
NOW!" She screeched, her body rolling around in her case frantically.

"Very well...Just know the risks involved, but also know you'll be doing the world a great service in agreeing to be the first volunteer for this procedure...if this succeeds we'll be able to engineer a way to reverse those who had been tortured by that evil monster" The Doctor said.

"I don't care...I want to be human again!" Cindy yelled.

"Okay...well...it will take a while for everything to be prepared and I'll alert you shortly of the procedure date" The doctor said while writing frantically on a notepad, took one long glance at Cindy's miniscule form and walked away.

Cindy smiled for the first time in a long while, she felt a surge of hope that she hadn't felt in a long time. The feelings of hope and happiness she felt were transmitted throughout her entire body and soon she was as rigid and erect as she had ever been. Cindy didn't care however and she relished the feeling of being erect, she let herself go to the pleasure as she smiled for once knowing that her nightmare might soon be over.

Episode 7

“Where did you take my wife?” Jim Tome asked

He stood there feeling helpless among the activities going on around him. He had just finished giving a statement to Detective Jon James and now he wanted to see his wife. It had been an hour since the detective hustled her away for a medical examination.

“I already told you, we took her to see our specialist. You see, your wife is very lucky to have survived this assault, normally we don’t catch up to Crucial in time and it’s typical that his victims either vanish completely or in other cases, they perish due to the severity of the transformation. On very few occasions someone like your wife survives this attack, your wife is a vital witness and her safety and well being is a top priority to us.”

“I just need to know that she is ok,” Jim said. “I need to see her”.

“All in time” the detective said, “but for now, please be patient and understand that we are doing this in hers as well as your best interest. Please excuse me, I have to interview a few more witnesses. Make yourself comfortable and someone will call on you when we know more.”

And with that he turned on his heel and walked back toward the stage area.

“Janice? Hello?” She heard a man’s voice say. Squinting, she slowly opened her eyes to see a concerned, unfamiliar but not strange face looking at her with concerned eyes.

The taste of vomit stung her tongue and she fought off nausea as she came more and more alert.

“Where is my husband?” she asked. For a moment she had forgotten what had happened, blocked it out as some kind of nightmare but the strange vibrations in her lower abdomen as she spoke reminded her of the current situation. She looked down at her body, thankfully covered

with a cotton blanket. She shuddered to think what was down there, and what her face had been altered as.

“He is waiting outside” the male voice responded. “Would you like me show him in?” he asked

Janice paused before answering. She felt humiliated and on the one hand was mortified to have her husband see her like this. She reached up and felt the bands of the surgical mask that covered her lower face below her nose but stopped there. She didn’t want to touch what was beneath it as if touching it suddenly made it all real.

“Go ahead” she said, softly as if not to cause the unnerving vibrations in her lower belly, certainly caused by the reconfiguration of her larynx and throat. She could even feel the breath warm against her inner thigh as she spoke. “Oh God” she thought and started to hyperventilate.

“Easy” the doctor said “Take it slow, your diaphragm is working double time to bring air into and out of your lungs. When you feel anxious you should focus on breathing only from one or the other, be it your nose or your mouth until you get better coordinated with your new anatomy.” He continued as he moved to the door and whispering to one of the nurses “Go find Mr. Tome” and she walked out of the trailer.

Jim wasn’t sure what to expect as he stepped into the trailer. Even though it had only been a few short hours since the assault and he had seen first had already what Von Crucial had done, he still wasn’t prepared for what was going to encounter when he walked into that trailer.

Nervously he stepped into the doorway and he saw an older gentleman standing beside an examination table that was facing away from the doorway. He recognized the woman as his wife.

“Jim come over here” the doctor said

He walked over to the examination table and he saw his wife. She was wearing a surgical mask that covered her face below the nose and her body was covered with a baby blue blanket.

“Hi Sweetie” he said sheepishly and grabbed her hand to hold it.

She squeezed his hand but said nothing. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Are ...are you ok?” he asked
She nodded her head and then started shaking it side to side and began sobbing. Her eyes welled up with tears and her nose began to run. She sniffed

Jim thought he could hear a sobbing sound come from further down the table and beneath the blanket. He remembered the horror as he awoke from the trance when the police busted the show and saw clearly what Von Crucial had done to his bride on stage. “Surely it had been an illusion” he first thought as he looked closely at her face on stage and how where her mouth had been was what looked to be a puckered, pink anus. Later, it wasn’t until she had passed out on the couch that he was able to see the full extent of the transformation. Lying on the couch naked and the fetal position, he could see protruding out of her butt crack the red lips of a mouth…her mouth.

Glancing down to where her crotch would be he thought again of what lies under the blanket. Looking back at her face, he thought again of what lies under the surgical mask. He felt sick. His wife had been horribly disfigured. “Is this a life worth living?” he asked himself and then immediately felt ashamed and the thought. This was his wife, loved her and she needs him more than ever.

“I’ll do whatever is necessary” he said looking at her and then leaning over to embrace her. He kissed her softly on the forehead.

The doctor began to explain what physical changes had been made to her anatomy. He explained that through x-ray he has been able to determine that the magic had inverted her upper and lower GI so that the lower intestine and colon now ran up thought her chest and neck connecting to the rectum and anus that now consisted of lower portion of her face above the chin and below the nostril. The upper GI on the other hand now consisted of the mouth, tongue and throat complex, complete with bronchial and larynx complex ran inverted from below the pelvis, connecting to the stomach below the diaphragm which had by his best guess been divided into two halves. The top half controlled respiration through the nose and the bottom half controlled respiration from the mouth/throat.

“In all, barring unforeseen injury or illness I think you should live a normal life expectancy for a woman of your age and overall health profile.” He said

This relieved both Jim and Janice but once again they were faced with the fact that their lives had now been greatly altered, especially Janice’s.

She looked at Jim and finding the courage to speak, softly she said “what are we going to do?” “I don’t know if he said, we can move, we can move anywhere and start over.”
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” A voice said

Turning, Jim saw detective James come into the small room.

“You see, Von Crucial knows who you are, and he won’t stop at nothing until he gets his merchandise”

“Merchandise?” Jim asked

Handing Jim a business card he said “Von Crucial is in the human trafficking business”

Jim looked at the business card. It was a strange purplish iridescent color. In bold letters it read Crucial Wholesale…the #1 source for bio art in the galaxy. Below that, was some markings that looked Arabic but Jim didn’t know for sure.

Episode 8

Recounting the case involving John and Cindy Prince and how Von Crucial had found them in their safe house he let Jim and Janice know that they both, as well as all of the people in the audience that afternoon were in grave danger.

“Well where is she?” Janice asked “Where is Cindy now?”

“We have her well protected” the doctor said, “We have discovered, the hard way unfortunately that Von Crucial maintains a psychic link to his victims. That is how it was so easy for him to find the Princes, even after we gave them new identities.

“We think we can mask the link however” Detective James said. “After we raided a show similar to the one today we found a box containing some pendants. One of our specialists in the occult says they are ancient charms thought by the Inca to bring good luck. How or why Von Crucial had them we don’t know but we can guess that he has a private collection antiquities, these just happened to be lost but we just don’t know. Mrs. Prince has one that we keep with her at all times.”

“But…she’s a…?” Jim asked

“Yes, she is quite limited in her movement but with some effort she can roll onto her side if she needs to. Mostly she just lies in her quarters reading.

“Reading?”

“Oh yes, she can read quite well. One of her requests has been for books on the occult. She is quite alert and can communicate with a special microphone we have in her quarters that amplifies and modulates sound. Her vocal cords were so transformed that without the special amplification, her voice to us was only faint squeaks. She uses a small sensor that she can manipulate her tongue to surf the web or read digital books.”

“Would you like to meet her?”

“Oh, I don’t know” Jim said not sure if he was up to visiting with a disembodied penis, not right now anyway. He looked as Janice and the both nodded in agreement that now was not the time. Janice did stop to think that it could be worse. Perhaps all in all that what happened to her isn’t quite so bad. She couldn’t imagine what that poor woman was going through, but then again before today she couldn’t have imagined what it would be like to have her mouth and anus reversed!

“Very well then, I think we should get you two to the campus. Von Crucial will certainly be out to recoup this loss. He is the worst possible combination of perversion and greed.

“Put these on. We need to get you two to the campus ASAP.” Detective James as he handed them each a necklace that had green pendants on them.

“I need some clothes” Janice suddenly realized

“Put these on” the detective said handing her some nurses scrubs. She pulled the top over her head, careful not to knock the surgical mask off. “umm can I get a little help here?” she asked pointing to her legs locked into the cuffs of the stirrups. Jim grabbed her ankle and helped her out of the right stirrup and walked around the end of the table to help with the other leg. He stole a glance at her crotch as he walked by. In the shadow he could barely make out her mouth, with it’s thin upper or right lip and slightly more thicker left or what was the bottom lip. He took a deep breath and looking up he saw that Janice had caught him looking. He smiled, careful not to cause her any more distress. Her eyes squinted slightly and he thought he saw her mouth in the shadow of her inner thighs curve and form somewhat of a smile.

After her other leg was down, Janice noticed how with her legs together her mouth once again felt smooshed, like when someone grabs and pinches your cheeks together. Sadly, she now knows that that feeling was caused by a whole different set of cheeks.

“Ok a little privacy please” she said. It was muffled but the guys understood and made way back into the staging area. Totally removing the blanked she drew her knees up toward her chest and started to pull on the bottoms that the doctor had given her.

“I’ll have to worry about underwear later” she thought and for a moment began to ponder what exactly she would do in that department.

Thrusting her hips up, she pulled the pants all the way and stood up. Her mouth was pressed against the plastic of the seat as she sat up and pivoted off of the table. It kind of hurt as she made a move to rub her lip with her hand, stopping as it made contact with the surgical mask.

Phantom pains are how the doctor described it. Her mind still associates her mouth, lips and tongue with her face so by reflex, when she wanted to touch her lips, she instinctively searched for them where her mind said they should be. Reaching down the front of her trousers, she found that she needed to spread her legs slightly in order to touch her lips in their new location just behind her vagina from the front. Trying a different approach, she placed one leg up on the step stool and reached back and under her thigh until she made contact with her mouth. This proved easier and with her right hand she traced around the fatter lower or right lip now and pinched it. It felt the same both to the touch and to be touched. She stuck her tongue out and licked her thumb. It was salty and by all intents and purposes it felt and tasted normal. She didn’t want to do any more exploration with her tongue however as she remembered the shock of feeling the tiny hairs and stubble that now surrounded her mouth.

Pulling her hand out from inside her pants she slid on some sandals the doctor had provided and adjusting the straps on the surgical mask and taking a deep breath through her nose she stepped out of the trailer.

She felt self conscious as she walked toward where her husband was standing talking to the detective and the doctor. It felt as if everyone was seeing right through the mask and was staring at her anus on her face. She felt mortified. “They know” she thought.

“The van will take you to a safer place” the detective said as he motioned to a white limo van parked outside the main doors.

The doctor accompanied them to the van. Jim entered and then turned to help Janice into the seat.

Episode 9

“I’m not a cripple” she said and sat down but let out a yelp as she stood right back up. Looking down at the seat the shiny metal of the seatbelt reflected the summer sun. She reached down into her pants and touched her lip. Bringing her hand up to her face she saw a smudge of blood on her finger.

“I cut my lip” I heard her say

“Be careful sweetie” I said and moved the seat belt out of her. She sat down and she immediately squirmed a bit and then parted her legs slightly.

“It’s hard to breath” she said but with her mouth smashed up against the car seat all Jim heard was a muffled “Iffs jhar oo hreafff.”

“What?” he said

“Iffs jhar ooo hreafff” she said again but a little louder.

“ohh fjuh ieh” he heard her say as she crossed her arms and looked sadly out the window. He reached over to hold her hand and she pulled it away.
She had all but given up on trying to breath out of her mouth about 10 minutes into the trip. The plastic seat proved to be an indomitable obstacle in getting air in and out of her mouth and the harder she tried the more she should sounds coming from that part of her body. “God, he thinks I’m farting” she thought as one particular obnoxious noise caused by her breath breaking the seal between her lips and the plastic seat made a squeak. That thought made consider again her predicament. What if she has to pass gas and oh God, what if she has to poop? It’s going to happen sooner or later. How will she do this? Her thoughts go back to college when her friends would help each other by holding their hair back and out of the toilet when either of them had had too much to drink. She thought of herself now, kneeling in front of a toilet so she could relieve herself one way but having to sit down as usual to relieve herself when she had to pee.

These thoughts made her start to cry. What kind of life is she going to live and how will her husband deal with this? What is going to happen to their sex life when a simple kiss is now not such a simple kiss? Oral sex had never been something she was fond of because of insecurities about her body.

She thought back to the trailer how he had kissed her on the forehead. Was he so disgusted at what was on her face that he would not ever kiss her on the cheek for fear of being too close to her anus? She did have to admit that through their entire life together; anal anything was a no go for him. Was this going to drive them apart?

The van pulled into a courtyard surrounded on 3 sides by a small wall and the other a bank of glass doors.

“We’re here” the doctor said as the driver opened the door and offered Janice a hand out of the van.

Standing out in the warm desert air, Janice noticed how having your mouth in your butt crack was not a good thing in a hot van on plastic seats as she felt how her lips were wet with sweat. Perhaps having underwear would help somewhat but that all remains to be seen. For now, she just swallowed hard and then licked the salty wetness from her lips. She spread her legs slightly and felt the breeze that passed through the cotton scrubs evaporate some of the icky wetness. It was kind of refreshing in a very weird sort of way.

They walked through the glass doors and were led to what they called a dorm room but it had all the amenities of a luxury condo.

As the driver brought some supplies in she decided it was time to use the bathroom. For the last 20 minutes she had been trying to put it out of her mind but nature was definitely calling and she couldn’t take it anymore. The last thing she wanted was for someone to know that she was using the toilet so when nobody was looking she snuck into the bathroom.

Staring at the toilet she stood there for a few moments building up courage to do what needed to be done and also to gauge what had to be done. She didn’t really feel that she needed to poop so she was confident that all she needed to do was sit down and pee.

Finally, after not being able to put it off any longer she pulled down her scrubs and sat down. Almost immediately her bladder let loose with a spray of urine. She focused on keeping her mouth shut tight and stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to imagine what is going on down there. How disgusting is it to think that just a few inches from where the urine was coming out was her mouth. A couple of times she felt as if she needed to pass gas but based upon her experience with the doctor, she tried very hard not to let that happen. Luckily, she got by for now.

Finally it was over and she used almost an entire roll of toilet paper wiping every square inch of skin she could reach and if that wasn’t enough, she used a face cloth with soapy water to wipe around her mouth even more before she pulled up her pants.

Looking in the mirror she stared into her own eyes. Blocking the surgical mask with the palm of her hand she imagined that nothing had happened and all was normal.

Getting brave, she pulled the mask down. Slowly it slid down off of her chin, she closed her eyes as she felt it pass over her anus and off her face. She placed her hand over it and opened her eyes. That was better, with the mask gone it was easier to pretend nothing had happened. She stared and tried to will her self back to normal, thinking if she believed that nothing was wrong then everything would have to be ok.

She removed her hand and it was still there. She leaned closer to the mirror and noticed how her skin closest to the anus was slightly darker that the skin on her face and looking yet closer she could see little hairs in the darker area. She reached up and touched the skin around the anus. Again, phantom feelings conflicted with what her eyes and fingers were telling her and what her brain knew or thought it knew. If she closed her eyes, she would have sworn she was reaching around and touching her butt, but in opening her eyes, she still struggled to register that those feelings were coming not from her butt but from her face.

Suddenly she pulled the mask back up over her chin. She washed her hands for what seemed like an eternity and walked out to meet her husband.

Book 2

Episode 1

He could smell the brewing coffee as it wafted into their bedroom, Janice was making breakfast and the aroma of sizzling bacon greeted him as he awoke from what he could only describe as a bizarre nightmare.

He stretched and yawned loudly to announce to Janice he was awake. "Breakfast is almost ready Jim!" she gently yelled to him.
Jumping out of bed and stretching out all of his limbs, clad in only his boxers he glided casually down the hallway towards the kitchen. He could see Janice hovering over the stove, her beautiful long legs stretching out far beneath her little lime green negligee, her perky little butt bouncing around to a tune she had in her head. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be married to wife as wonderful as Janice.

He slowed his steps in order to creep up behind her sashaying backside, her head bobbing up and down as she hummed a sweet tune and made her famous apple bacon and chorizo scramble.

"I know you're there Jim, I could hear you stomping down the hallway like every morning, sit down and I'll serve you in a minute" she called without even turning around and missing a beat while cooking.

He chuckled softly and drifted over to the kitchen table, and fluttered through a music magazine.

engrossed in an article about an interview with him and Janice's favorite band going on tour, he was distracted by plate of hot bacon, and eggs being centered on the magazine top, the smell assaulting and engrossing him.

"Looks great Jan" he looked up towards her only to find her on the other side of the table, her back to him pouring coffee from the machine for them. He shrugged it off and decided to dig into his food.

engrossed in his food, he didn't notice when Jan dropped off his cup of coffee and sat down opposite him.

"I always said you make the best eggs hone    " his voice trailed off into a startled gasp as he
sat slack jawed at the sight in front of him.

"what's the matter Jim? You feeling okay" Her voice now coming out muffled from between the two large plump soft cheeks that dominated where his wife's face used to be, her entire head was now nothing more than a feminine backside, at the very top cascaded her hair with her

trademark curls falling down on both sides with one or two strands that occasionally strayed forward and got caught in what was now the crevice of her face.

He couldn't tell if she was staring at him, or if she could even see him, the only sign that what he was looking at was his wife were the curls of her hair and the muffled voice that reverberated out of the creatures tanned wrinkled hole, no eyes to speak of. She continued to act as if nothing was wrong and he watched with curious horrified eyes as she lifted up her cup of coffee and as well in her other hand and long hard plastic straw.

He recoiled visibly when she inserted the straw into her anus mouth and proceeded to sip her coffee as if it were the most normal thing in the world, her "mouth" had a little tendril of smoke emitting from it as she withdrew the straw.

"Oooh, i think it's a little too hot!, What do you think Jim?" He had no words, he could not believe what he was seeing, his wife had been disfigured beyond human thought and she acted as if this was her normal form, he was confused and scared and it seemed like the world around him was getting bigger and he was falling backwards.

"Oh Jim I'm so sorry I forgot about your condition, let me help you" She got up from the table and went over to him, her hair obstructing the crack of her face for the briefest moment, her cheeks wobbling to and fro with every movement of her neck, she still retained her perky little butt, however it was not where it should be.

He wanted to back away and get as far away from her, he tried to rise up from his chair but his legs wouldn't respond correctly and he ended up falling face first into the floor of the kitchen, he scrambled to get up as fast as he could but it's as if he was trying to walk in reverse, he felt like a tadpole, he couldn't feel his arms and all he managed to was flail about his legs wildly without direction.

"Jimmy please calm down, I'm sorry I forgot, let me help" She came over to him, and flipped him over, it felt strange and unreal his body felt like a mess and everything was twice as tall as it should be. Janice loomed over him, her "face" peering down at him smooth curving flesh that wobbled like jello while making cooing noises of comfort, sounding muffled and disturbing and more like little farts.

She picked him up like he was nothing, and carried him towards the other side of the table, cradling him beneath his head like a baby, all he could do was stare stunned at her 'face" as she carried him, all the while making those farting noises with her mouth.

"here we go jimmy, your feeding chair!" she announced with her cheeks moving side to side excitedly. He looked to where she pointed his head and saw a strange device that looked like someone didn't follow the instructions correctly when putting together a toddlers feeding chair, the table was facing the back side of the seat and leg holes of the bucket seat were on the side

near the padded headboard. The whole chair was covered in pink and covered in a care bear motif.

He was even more confused, Janice and him were newlyweds, they didn't have kids and never really talked about it after their marriage, she continued to carry him over to the chair and soon found himself being inserted inside of it, and somehow the strange poorly constructed device fitted him perfectly. He was shocked, he should have been cramped and uncomfortable and yet he felt his head hit the back of the padded headboard as well as his legs swing freely from the leg holes in the bucket seat. This shouldn't have been possible, physically it didn't make sense and here he was.

"Open wide for the choo choo train!" his wife came at him, her butt face seeming to be giggling as she advanced on him with a glittery pink spoon filled with what looked like baby food. And shoved it into his mouth without warning. He just let it drool out of his mouth.

"Awww, my poor girl doesn't like her food? let me kiss you and make you feel better"

Little girl? what was she talking about, what was going on here, why couldn't he move his arms, he was trapped with his insane disfigured wife, bound to a baby feeding chair, the world was spinning out of control and then he remembered. The magic show, the freakish transformations, that horrible cackling man and his twisted grin. The pain, the torture his wife went through, the struggle of trying to deal with her deformity. And then he came back and his wife was being sent into some black hole, he cried out for her and then that horrible twisting and sinking feeling, and then it got worse as if his entire body was twisted inside out and back again. The horrible blinding light and incoherent screams.

He looked down.

beneath his head snuggled comfortably in the bucket seat were two larger than normal, wide feminine hips, the slopes of the top of his buttcheeks spilling outward towards the bottom of his neck, he gaped. A high pitched female voice, something that sounded more like it belonged to a ten year old little girl escaped from the plump juicy lips that adorned his innocent female face.

He screamed, and screamed all the while his wife and her butt face advancing on him, wanting to give him that comforting kiss that he desperately needed. Her facial butt cheeks undulating too and fro while puckering her already puckered mouth hole. Her ass obstructing all view of everything else as she smothered him in it. The feel of her soft downy skin flowing over his face was the last thing he remembered as everything turned black.

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"Dr. Shall, I think she's waking up"

"Thank you Nurse Simms, please see to it that she gets the attention she needs, adjust her to her condition"

"Yes sir, poor thing...Is she the one that was with the capture team? is she a member?

"No as far as I can tell, she was just there when they went to extract the Tomes, It's not Janice thats for sure, she was already modified by the mage. and the Tomes were already gone before the team got there"

"So she's a Jane doe?"

"seems likely, however we wont truly know who she is until she's awake, look at her...poor thing looks like she's having a nightmare"

"I've already set up accommodations at Mrs. Spears manor for her, there is someone with a similar modification she can room with"

"Thank you Nurse Simms, she'll need all the help she can get to adjust"

Episode 2

He awoke gasping and sputtering, from somewhere far off he heard the soft mewling of a kitten in distress.

He struggled to get up but he couldn't move properly, the mewling got louder and more panicked as he couldn't seem to find his arms, his throat felt sore and he was annoyed by that damned cat that wouldn't shut the hell up. He saw a curtain above him, and towards the side...was he in a hospital? He tried calling for help and the mewling got louder and more hoarse, turning into a high pitched whine that nearly hurt his ears.

He closed his mouth, and the noise stopped. That noise....it was coming from...him?
The dream came rushing back to him, than his memories slowly. He couldn't move his body properly because he had been...been, oh god Janice! what did he do to her! do to him!?

Scared and anxious he tried to move his body as if he was walking backwards and he saw underneath white hospital sheets a long slender female leg rising from them, the back of its calf, towards a delicate ankle and petite heel connected to a small foot curved like a womens, with cute little toes.

Terrified of the sight of it, he needed to test if it really belonged to him, he closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. He opened his eyes.

And saw the backwards leg wiggle its petite little toes.

Screaming and cursing as best he could his voice came out sounding tinny and small like someone had kicked a puppy, he thrashed on his bed and struggled to move.

"Hold on dear, I'm coming to help" a female voice announced. He froze, someone was here, someone would see him like this, he was petrified, and embarrassed beyond belief and most of all scared of who was out there and where he was. In his condition he was nothing more than a helpless little disfigured...thing.

The curtains were pulled aside and a woman came into view, she was dressed in nurses scrubs and looked to be no more than twenty five or younger, she was cute with an upturned little button nose, a dusky complexion with sparkling emerald gray eyes and brunette hair with two bangs falling down on either side of her face. He looked into her eyes and for a moment pictured Janice on their wedding day, her smile and that loving look she gave him when they sealed their vows. He felt a slight sting at the corners of his eyes.

She looked down on him, a sad smile on her lips and clutching her left arm towards her heart.

"I'm here honey, please stay calm and I'll help you, You don't need to be afraid anymore you're in a safe place now, HE cant touch you here" she cooed to him and patted him gently on the cheek, and she came back with moist fingertips.

At some point he realized he was crying, silently, but the tears were dripping from his face. That was all it took for the dam to burst, he was so caught up with it all he didn't realize the girlish sobbing was coming from him, the nurse leaned over, grabbed him by his head and leaned him over her shoulder and gently rubbing the back of his head and distinctly feeling the oddness of his ass coming into contact with her bosom, his knees bending the wrong way and his "front" sitting on his calves.

The nurse whispered soothing words in his ears and hair, and he gave up trying to hold back tears, he could feel the moisture on his cheeks that weren't coming from his eyes. The nurse was crying with him.

For a while they stayed like that and his tears and sobbing gently ebbed away, till he was just barely sniffling anymore. She pulled back and softly leaned his head down towards the pillows and cleaned his face with the back of her hand. He looked up at her, momentary disappointed at the lack of continued comfort he got when she stopped hugging him.

"There honey, it's good to have a cry now and again, I'm here to help and I'll always be your shoulder to cry on if you need it" she wiped away her own tears and beamed a hundred watt smile at him.

He honestly did feel alot better than he woke up in.

"I'm Nurse Simms and I'm your personal Liaison!" She said proudly and saluted him cutely.

....

"Err..right sorry, I'm not really used to this yet, I've only been her 6 months myself and I'm still learning the ropes, I'm just so nervous right now, and you must be too I...err" she looked lost, and she seemed to be embarrassed. I was amused and confused.

she must have seen the blank look on my face when she cleared her throat and tried again.

"Sorry, I tend to ramble. Let me explain better, right now you're in the PRC, that stands for the Paranormal Rehabilitation Center, a governmental clinic set up to help citizens that have been affected by abnormal, paranormal incidents such as possessions, poltergeists, mythological entities, alternate dimensions, Alchemy, dark Magic and unicorns" She stated as if reading from a teleprompter.

"    Unicorns?" His voice shocked him, it was small and soft like a little girls.

She suddenly had a grave, serious look on her face.

"Yes, unicorns    they are extremely deadly and malicious creatures, capable of unspeakable
horrors"

"Surely you can't be serious" he gasped in awe. "I am serious, and don't call me shirley"
Did she just...

She puffed up her cheeks and snorted, giggling wildly.

"Sorry, sorry sorry, I know this is odd for you but I couldn't help myself and frankly humor really is the best medicine, some patients react differently hopefully I didn't offend you, I'm so nervous I get kind of giddy and silly...and    I'm rambling again" She blushed heavily and looked down at
her feet.

"Its okay, I...I actually do feel better, please thank    thank you" He still couldn't understand how
that girlish child's voice was coming from him, but he looked at her blushing still and gave her a warm smile.

"Oh whew, I'm glad the last patient I tried to help didn't go over so well, He was very angry and hostile towards me I'm glad you and I could get along" she seemed relieved, and started rambling again.

"Okay, sorry now that we've gotten all that out of the way, let's get down to business, I am to be your personal Liaison, I am hired by the PRC to accompany and rehabilitate select patients who have recently been victims of the Rogue Mage known as Max Von Crucial, I am to assist you in your daily activities and day to day needs. I will be your guide to functioning as best of a normal life as possible while being in a therapeutic environment with similarly affected individuals, this includes, physical and mental therapy sessions as well as possible medical and technological tests that you can opt for or out of, this includes plastic surgery, limb transplant or selective experimental procedures. All of your needs and amenities are provided for with the help of the Government, and the spears family foundation for crucial victims." She blew out her breath having said it one long sentence without break.

"I'm sure now that you have many questions, and I'm happy to answer any that you have, please ask away" She tittered cheerily.

This was a lot of information to take in, and through it all the most important of questions was floating through his head, he gathered up his cute girly voice and asked in the most pleading and cute way.

"Where    where Is my wife?"

Nurse Simms, horrified gave a startled gasp and pushed a button on the side of his bed. She started yelling down the door of the hospital room.

"DR. SHALL!!! DR. SHALL!!"

she turned back towards him, hand over her mouth, tears at her eyes again.

He shuddered in fear, his panic overtaking him again at her reaction, he was hyperventilating she rushed over and tried to calm him while crying uncontrollably, it made everything worse, he was convulsing now and taking deep breaths that were choking him.

The nurse pushed a button near his head and slowly the blackness consumed him once again.

Episode 3

Once again, he felt the tired groggy feeling returning and the cotton in the back of his throat was more persistent than it was before. He was conscious again, but refused to open his eyes.

He could make out two voices whispering nearby, one he could make out to be the stammering of Nurse Simms, rapidly talking in hushed worried tones. The other was a male voice, he could make out some words, he was trying to calm down the nurse who had a bad reaction to...

"Where is she" his voice was small and worried, like a little girl that had her candy stolen.

The voices stopped and the curtains parted, stepping through was a somewhat short older man, with wild gray hair and even wilder bushy gray eyebrows that looked like wooly caterpillars on his face. He was comical looking, it seemed fitting that his Doctors coat seemed two sizes too big for his frame, a stethoscope hanging from his neck in a way that made it seem as if he were a child playing dress up.

He was momentarily stunned as a nasty thought entered his mind. Fear.
Fear, because of what he was at the moment, his form twisted into some sort of bizarre feminine plaything at the whims of some sort of mystical madman. He felt vulnerable and weak. As a man, it was rare he felt this way but now he was gripped by a paralyzing terror that he could be taken advantage of at any moment and there would be physically nothing he could do about it, he doubts his new form had any sort of physical strength, and he couldn't fathom how he would coordinate his few remaining limbs into anything that would protect him.

He was at the mercy of complete strangers.

he was interrupted from his thoughts by the doctor waving his hand in front of his face, apparently having frozen in his internal dialogue. His eyes snapped towards the doctor.

"Hello, are you...aware of where you are now?" he asked uncertainty.

"I'm...in the RPC    I was" he trailed off, not sure where he was headed with that last part.

"Don't worry, you seem to be up to date with your surroundings now, I assume Nurse Simms informed you of your situation"

he nods silently

"Before I begin with your, umm    diagnosis so to speak, I want to ask you one question"

He looks at you worryingly.

"Please, tell me    What is your name?"

"Jim, Jim Alex Tomes"

The doctor sighed heavily, and shook his head as if he already knew the answer but just didn't want to acknowledge it.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news"

He tuned out the rest as he was described in detail what had happened to his wife.

Episode 4

SOLD!

Sold to the highest bidder, custom made to fit their decadent bizarre fetishes. Nothing but a piece of living art tortured into horrendous parodies of what a human body used to be. He could feel the bile and anger rise in his throat. He wanted to scream and cry all at the same time.

"I need to update you on your condition Mr...umm...Mrs    errr"

his anger got the better of him.

"My name is Jim!" he mustered with all the grace of a little girl throwing a tantrum. The doctor gave an exaggerated sigh.
"Considering the circumstances Mr. Tomes, you're going to have to consider a name more fitting of your form, all transgendered transformees have had to alter their names at some point, the sooner you alter yours the less trouble and stress you will recieve"

His answer was nothing more than an angry glare.

"Very well Mrs. Tomes, I need to brief on your current status, since you are now being released from the clinic" he made of point of emphasizing the femmine suffix.

"You are currently a victim of the Rogue Mage, AKA the Mad Mage, AKA The Wizard AKA Max von Crucial as his name has appeared through history and the other aliases he has appeared. You are hereby placed in the care of a governmental program to rehabilitate you of your condition"

another canned speech, like the one the nurse described to him about the hospital. He shuffles to the front of your bed and pulls out a clipboard with two folders in between.

"Now, let's get to discussing your changes" he seems excited and has a little giddy glint in his eyes as he shuffles from one page in the folder to another. This scares him.

"Your changes are similar to one other patient of ours, whereas your torso has been reduced and your spinal column rotated in an extreme manner. Most of your internal organs are intact with others having been reduced to suit your form, while others have simply vanished to make room" he extracts a photo of an X ray from the folder with several notes and arrows

"Most of your internal organs, such as heart, stomach and intestines have now been located behind your left buttock, your lungs now composed of thirty percent of your internal cavity, however have been deformed to suit the curvature of your body. they have been altered so that each "cheek" holds a small lung that is encased within stretchy pliable cartilage like your lungs resemble something of a fleshy webbing surrounded by large firm deposits of fatty tissue created to protect them."

"Additional changes seems to be your digestive system, you no longer have a stomach and you do not contain womb like a female should, you also do not possess a large intestine any longer, instead you have a large bladder, and an additional vagina complete with labia and clitoris where your anus once was, it seems you are no longer capable of solid food. since your changes are somewhat similar to another patient of ours you will be entered on her liquid diet regimen starting today, you wont need to eat much but you must have proper dosages of protein and vitamins"

Jim just nodded his head in silence stunned beyond words, what kind of life is this.

"It's all very fascinating really, well sorry but it's just me being a doctor, I get the chance to study and figure out all the subtleties and wonder of the transformees bodies, some of it is astounding in its intricacy, some of it is rather mundane like yours for example it seems like you were given a body system similar to an amphibian. Not that interesting like some of the others but you seem to fall under one of the three basic categories for a transformed"

"I'm happy you're excited that I'm nothing more than a human frog" ...He answered bitterly

"Wait you said there was someone like me?...and my voice.." he looked down with embarrassment.

" Ah yes Gina, yes she has a similar modification, although hers is a little more complex, but very similar. and dont worry about your voice, we've noticed that in the full body transgender transformees, it takes a while for the new hormones, bodily functions and your vocal chords to

catch up, sort of a mini puberty. Your voice should be adjusting to a normal tone with more use and time."

At least he won't sound like a child, a small ounce of hope perhaps, but what good is that if he was nothing more than a freak, but wait.

"You said something about a ...a foundation"

"Yes the Spears foundation, You'll meet them soon enough, you will be taken to the foundation for rehabilitation purposes and then given options and deciding what you would like to accomplish to alter or enhance your condition. Luckily for you, you fall into the Physical transformee category, much easier to deal with."

"Category?"

"Yes, you see most transformees fall under three certain categories. Physical transformations such as yours include body modifications such as you have and internal transformation, such as you have. They rework the body into something that is physically possible and able to exist without "Magical" assurance" He gestured while air quoting the "magical" part.

"Then there are the Dimensional transformees, these are transformed until the body is something beyond what is considered normal. We call it dimensional because physically it's not possible to exist and be alive yet there remains a conscious living being within, these are the most tragic of all of them, imagine trapped in something that was once your own body and nothing you can do or say, just some object, with a will and a brain"

" The Third is the Merger transformees, these are individuals that have been    combined into
one another, sometimes it's resembles something like one body absorbing another, there are still traits of the other left behind, although in all cases we've had both retain a separate consciousness. In other cases it's something like a siamese conjoinment, two heads or two bodies etc, depending on the circumstances these could be the most difficult to treat"

"Now not to say that Max is a three trick pony, these are only the most common of transformees, however there are other differing cases, but it would be best if you weren't aware of those, some things simply arent decent." He let that warning linger in the air cryptically.

"I'm afraid I'm needed at the Ops base, so if you'll excuse me I'll send in Nurse Simms to prep you for your departure to Mrs. Spears foundation, have a good day Mrs. Tomes, I will be seeing within the week to perform a follow up physical exam."

And with that he pushed the call button on the side of the bed and was out the door.

All he could do was sit there in the silence of the hospital room numbly digest all the information he was given.

A few minutes later he heard a soft rapping outside his bed.

Nurse Simms arrived looking somewhat agitated, she was fidgeting with her hands and she looked unsure of herself, in her hands she held a bundle of clothing, what looked to be a pair of black pants and various pairs of different women's underwear.

"I...I need to help you get dressed" she announced sadly.

Episode 5

He tuned out as soon as the nurse approached, she could dress him without his input, it wasn't like he was capable of doing it himself anymore

The nurse took the silence with a frown, but approached anyway. She brought multiple pairs of underwear hoping she would decide what she would like to wear, but her eyes seemed to drift off into space.

She decided on a simple pair of blue and white striped pair of cotton panties, they were the most conservative of the pairs she found, and a pair of black leggings with some tennis flats.

The rest was a daze to him, all he could do was to detach himself from the moment, he felt like a baby in a crib being clothed and pampered. The feelings it produced disturbed him greatly however, the underwear were tight and snug against his large feminine rear and rode up a little on his crotch, he could feel the sides digging into his "back" and the odd wrong feeling it produced, his back still felt like his front and his front felt like his back, but when he moved or looked down everything was all wrong. It also wasn't very comfortable laying down in his current position, his neck had no support and the bundle of pillows the placed there slipped when the nurse started changing him, however if he were to be moved to a sitting position he would only eat a facefull of pillow.

By the time he fell out of his daze the nurse had already hauled him out of bed and into a wheelchair, it was an odd orthopedic adjustable wheelchair so the legs, arm rests, and back could be removed and fitted however they like, it seemed custom made and worn, it wasn't new.

He was able to face forwards in this chair and have a comfortable posture sitting as his new body allowed, it was the strangest feeling as if he was sitting on his chest, but his chest was very soft and cushioned, he could feel every breath he took as his butt cheeks expanded and contracted with every breath making him feel like he was slowly rocking in his seat up and down.

He couldn't take it, call it the new hormones, the wrongness of his body, whatever you call it, he broke down and cried.

The nurse noticed a few trickles of moisture fall down her patients face, it was better that she not be involved, sometimes it was best to leave some to their own emotions

The rest of the trip down to the transport van was in utter silence.

He didn't know how he could handle all the strangeness, it still felt all surreal to him, the van looked like a normal delivery van, but like his wheelchair the inside seemed to be just as adjustable, and worn.

The seats could be removed, added and multiple arm rests, straps, and other inserts were laying on sideways in the garage, the van wasn't new and neither were these add-ons.

The nurse finished setting up his seat and picked him up from his chair, he was cradled as if he was a baby, her hands on his butt and the back of his head resting on her bosom. She set him down on the seat with no head rest and facing the opposite way, and buckled him up with a belt across his waist.

The nurse looked at her with a half smile on her face, "You're going to a place where they can take care of you, you won't have to worry about the way you look, everyone there has dealt with the same problems as you, you know you're one of the luckier ones...I know it's hard to say that when you look at it now, but trust me...of all of the....the...others, what he's done to them, you...well, when we get there you'll see for yourself" she turned to close the door, but hesitated.

"We...we never stop pursuing him you know...sometimes we get lucky and we find one of his warehouses where he stores his victims, you're wife could be in the next one we find...I heard they found one just this morning, don't give up hope" she came forward and gave her a comforting hug

He couldn't help himself, he cried into her shoulders and thanked her while she made cooing sounds to calm him down, after awhile she separated herself and smiled down at her.

"Well, you're in for a rather interesting field trip, let's get going!" she said while cleaning up her face and closing the van door.

He...well she, kind of drifted off in a more melancholy state afterward, the sites of the city were a welcome distraction from what lay beneath her head, and soon the city gave way into highways, and the highways got more rural, and then long stretches of countryside as far as she could see. pretty soon the roads were long behind them and gave way into a secluded dirt path which she saw no end to.

"Where is this place? how far away into the remote are we going" she asked nervously

"Oh no, no , no don't be worried, this is merely for your protection, Ya'see von crucial is more than a psychotic wizard. He's a businessman that deals in "exotic" arts, his pieces however just happen to be actual people he twists into his designs, so whenever one of his "pieces" goes missing or runs away he's relentless in his search to re-obtain them"

The road they were on gained gravel again, and pretty soon what looked like a modern road appeared in the middle of the forest, eerily it also stretched as far as she could see into the blackness of the forest.

"Ya'see von crucial ain't the only one with magic, however he's on a whole nother level than what the government is used to dealing with, some have theories that he's and ancient Djinn that escaped his imprisonment, but anyway, we've figured out some methods to deter him, the compound for one is heavily fortified with enchantments that create a sort of supernatural blind spot, it's easy to know it's there once you see it however the magic forces you to slightly ignore it, another thing it does is sever the psychic connection he has with his victims, that way he won't be able to interfere with our rehabilitation processes"

ahead in the distance she could barely make out something in front of them, but there were too many trees in the way, it was probably just her mind playing tricks on her

"were here!" she announced cheerfully, and the van came to a stop.

She must have lost her mind, all around them was nothing but thick forest, large trees and overgrowth drowning out nearly all the sunlight, even the road behind them seemed to have been swallowed up by the forest it ended right at the back window of the van

"what...where are we? we're lost!" she screamed at the nurse.

The nurse just giggled a little before stepping out of the van, when the door slammed shut her heart started racing, stuck out here in the wilderness with a crazy nurse, she was helpless, she probably worked for the magician and was just toying with him, brought her out here to finish her off or sell her in one his twisted auctions. She couldn't breathe. she was hyperventilating again.

Episode 6

Suddenly the van door opened and he was nearly blinded by the sunlight, he stopped his breathing started out at the smiling face of the nurse, behind her she could see the beginning of a great lush garden, flowers of all kinds, exotic and rare birds flew by and in the middle of it all lay a gigantic rustic Victorian mansion, it looked as if were four stories high with who knows how many rooms, the outside of the house and it's garden were well maintained it seemed, in fact

there seemed to be an army of gardeners and maintenance workers, male and female cleaning the walkways, watering the plants and tending to a vast produce garden that began at the main entrance and seemed to stretch for at least a mile or two.

His awe was such that he barely noticed that the nurse had unbuckled him from his seat and was leisurely pushing him along in his wheelchair towards the front entrance.

she must of looked like some sort of freak to these workers all around her, one of the male workers stopped nurse Simms and waved hello to her, she froze up in fear and shame, the man seemed to notice this and directed his attention towards her.

"I'm sorry mamm, didn't mean no disrespect, but...you're in good hands here, nobody is here to judge ya" she stared at him dumbfoundedly, here she was a man in a woman's body, a woman's body twisted into something freakish and he acted as if it was normal.

"what kind of place is this?" she seemed to ask herself out loud The man just smiled at her, then the nurse, "A safe place"
The nurse thanked the man and continued down the walkway, "You'll make all kinds of friends here, don't worry about being lonely...especially with your new roommate" she rambled on.

They reached a door that seemed twenty feet tall and half as wide, doors made of solid red wood and gold trim, framed by large romanesque columns that stretched even farther, to her it seemed like a giant lived there...but now at her stature, she guessed that included a lot of people.

The nurse was to the side talking through an intercom, "We're here Mrs Spears, a new patient, are you available?    Hmm oh yes we'll wait, thank you see you soon"

"She should be down any minute, it takes her a bit to get ready to greet new patients, unless we have a large amount of patients, she loves to meet all the new guests personally"

"Guests?"

"well, Guests is her term really, it is her home and property after all, she was kind enough to let us use it for rehabilitation purposes"

"How could she possibly be willing to house all of these people...these things    that that monster
turned us into" she screamed irritably, not noticing the giant red doors opening, revealing a woman who could possibly be described as a playboy centerfold come to life.

also that besides a scarf worn around her neck she was completely and utterly naked, her large round firm breasts topped with cute perky nipples, and the perfect amount of aureola with a few little goosebumps imbedded, led down to a svelte and toned stomach with not even the smallest hint of a belly, just a graceful curve into wide bountiful hips framing her bare and smooth vagina, her legs were perfectly toned, thighs without a trace of cellulite or veins curved into sensual calves and her pointy feet which seemed to curve naturally as if wearing an invisible pair of six inch high heels, her body was fit and radiant, glowing with a natural light tan and smooth hairless skin that looked as if she never grew a single follicle of body hair in her life.

Jim tomes had never come close to what a goddess would look like but if anything came close she was it, her body was truly amazing, in fact she could feel funny sensations in her back and chest while staring in dumbfounded amazement at the nude woman in the doorway. He didn't even notice while staring at her body, that her face seemed a little off compared to her body, it was worn and wrinkled, not ugly just...older, way too old for the body she had.

The goddess before her noticed her stare, smiled sadly and said "well honey, to put it simply...it's because even though we are one of those "things" you were talking about" she seemed to nod to herself and make a twisting motion with her neck, she brought one of her perfectly manicured hands to the back of her head and pulled, her eyes became half lidded and she moaned a little as he twisted her head around...and around.....around.....and around...until with a wet squelch...her head came completely off!

she cradled her head between her bosom and turned it upside down, showing the truth behind her transformation, she no longer had a neck...her head was attached to a large erect penis, glistening with moisture, below her head seemed to transition into a wide neck with what appeared to be an adams apple, and then gradually turned into veiny darkly tanned flesh leading into a large erect cock.

She turned her head around and cradled her "neck" in between her bountiful cleavage, and moaned "Ohhh honey, please we have company, excuse me I forgot to introduce you" she motioned with her eyes towards her body.

"I'd like you to meet my husband, Mr Daniel Spears...or if you haven't noticed yet...the gorgeous body holding me" while hugging her bosom with his left hand and her head, her body bent down towards me and brought it's breasts into my vision...and for a second I could have sworn...that the left nipple winked at me, as blackness overtook my vision once again.

Episode 7

Rotten eggs and sulfur assaulted his senses as he was rudely awakened from one of his fainting spells, it was becoming increasingly common for him to lose his composure in the face of such oddness of late, maybe it had something to do with his new female hormones or if he

was still in shock. The smelling salts were being waved under his nose with a slender womanly hand. He wanted to grab the hand and move it away, but when he attempted this motion all he served to do was kick weakly at the air with one of his small feet and wobble in his wheelchair.

"Oh right, I forgot...I'm a fucking freak" Jim spat bitterly.

"Enough of that!" Jim was startled as a voice to his left shouted at him, his eyes widened in surprise as he encountered an the bizarre sight of Mrs Spears disembodied head sitting atop a table beside him. Her head was perched atop a small custom made stand lined with some form of silk choker cradling her "Neck" that led to a silky sock that contained the other half of her ...

"It's rude to stare honey" Mrs Spears chuckled at the young woman's shocked eyes.

"I I I'm S..sorry" Jim stuttered as he blushed and turned his head away, annoyed as his longer hair covered his vision.

"Don't worry about it honey, I would be concerned if you didn't stare, at least you're mind isn't as damaged as some other poor souls" Mrs Spears spoke sadly, but perked up quickly.

"I'm afraid I didnt catch your name honey, I know I come off a bit strong but It's best to get used to your new situation sooner than later"

"I'm....My name....is..Jim, Jim tomes....I...eh" He couldn't finish his sentence, hearing his own voice was painful to his ears, it made his situation all the more real.

"Oh your a TeeGee, well as you can see me and my husband happen to be experts in dealing with those who experienced a shift in gender" She explained as she motioned to below her chin, the long serpentine sock covered appendage attached to her neck, and looked to the right.

Jim almost forgot about Mrs Spears second half, literally in this case. Her decapitated body idly standing to his other side, still clad in nothing but it's birthday suit. Her body was the epitome of feminine sexuality. Even in his situation and the oddity of where he was couldn't completely eradicate his most base male instincts, feeling a warmth and tingling in his "chest" and "back" as he admired the bizarre sight of Mrs Spears headless body. He shook out of his bad thoughts and studied Mrs Spears body more closely, it bent down a bit and waved at him. Nestled in the place where a normal neck would have been was a slightly up raised mound rising from between the shoulders, a mound that wouldn't have looked odd if it was between a woman's legs. Her body seemed to notice as Jim stared at it's "neck" and waved it's finger at him, it reached behind Mrs Spears head to a piece of fabric hanging off a hook attached to her head's holster. It daintily raised the this garment above it's shoulders and behind it's arms as if putting on a shirt. Jim nearly choked back a cough when the body was done, having applied a silky pair of red frilly panties over it's shoulders to cover up it's bare vaginal mound above her collarbone.

Jim was silent, this nude "headless" body having dressed itself in a single pair of panties it wore over it's shoulders to cover up.

"Don't mind Daniel, He likes to lay around" Mrs Spear chuckled. Jim looked over to her. "He?" Jim intoned.
"Well of course, you're not the first to change sex...Daniel is my husband." She said proudly. While the body moved her side and struck a pose.

"Er...umm can...He see us?" Jim asked, he could not find any trace of a face or eyes while he examined the headless pantie clad shouldered body posing comically behind Mrs Spears head.

"Sure he can, He can see, and hear us...the only thing he's incapable of is speech, which is rather difficult to do when you no longer have a head...or mouth...or anything resembling vocal chords..He's fully versed in sign language however, which is very helpful as other changed guests this is the only way of communication they have left." Mrs Spears body...well "Daniel" made motions with her hands in subtle ways to express it's speech, his limited knowledge of sign language allowing him to piece together the motions as "Nice to meet you". Jim gave a small weary smile, as Daniel gave a fist pump and gave a thumbs up at being acknowledged.

"You'll have to excuse his enthusiasm, he's very grateful when people treat him as a person rather than just an extension of myself, don't take it the wrong way but he's become extremely vain over the years" She said the last part in a whisper, however Daniel overheard and did her best way of expressing a pout, cocking her shoulders and putting both hands on her wide hips.

"How" Jim said.

"What was that dear?" Mrs Spears was distracted as Daniel continued to pout silently. "How can he see...there...he has no eyes?" Jim asked in confusion.
"Well...that's on odd question" Mrs Spears said dumbfoundedly.

"Why? How? I don't mean to sound insensitive to you...Daniel, but you being alive is in impossibility. and you Mrs Spears...how can you even survive in such a state...it's scientifically impossible" Jim shouted, causing Daniels shoulders to droop. Jim was suddenly filled with a bit of guilt at his sudden outburst, these two ...people were here to help him and he was doing nothing but whining. Mrs Spears face was overcome with a look of intense exhaustion, her older features having become more defined as weariness crossed over it. When she spoke it was in low tone filled with sadness.

"twenty five years" She said.

"who..." Jim was confused and concerned.

"Twenty five years since I last heard Daniels voice, Twenty five years since we last held hands    twenty five years since we last kissed" Mrs spears was staring down, her eyes drooping
with the memories of her past.

"Twenty five years since I last saw any of my friends and family...twenty five years of    " Her
words were silenced by the touch of Daniels fingers to her lips, her body bending downwards and lifting Mrs Spears head to her bosom, cradling it like a newborn baby and caressing her hair.

"I'm    I'm sorry" Jim said sadly. She felt a strong wave a guilt wash over him. He gazed down at
his form in the wheelchair, he didn't think he could ever get used to what he now was, and he guessed that the feeling was very common amongst the victims of The Magician.

"Don't be" a muffled response came from Daniels bosom, Mrs Spears should her head and Daniel placed her head back on the pedestal.

"Don't be sorry, what that mad man did to us is inhumane and cruel. You are new to this world and it's understandable to be angry, In fact, it's a sign of a healthy mind. No one deserves this. I used to be like you actually    I hated what I had become, I felt trapped and scared and
helpless...I didn't know what was to become of me    everything felt unreal, like a nightmare you
couldn't wake from. The more I lingered on these thoughts the more I loathed myself, I felt into a darkness and I admit that on occasion I've tried to    end it" She paused abruptly, her face
becoming serious and stern.

"I don't want that to happen to you" She smiled sincerely.

"    " Jim was silent, taking in her words, did he even want to live if he was like this? a twisted
freak? He looked over at Mrs Spears eyes, and looked back down unable to meet her gaze.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's    painful and it will be extremely hard and difficult to come to terms with
your situation but    You're Not alone, We are all here for you. If it wasn't for Daniel, I don't know
what I would have done    he cared for me, and helped me sort through my darkness when no
one else could. I may be the "Head" of the foundation but Daniel has been the heart and soul of this facility since day zero" She smiled at Daniel, her body folding it's arms over it's chest in embarrassment, a slight tinge of redness developed under the collarbone.

Seeing this emotional scene between Mrs Spears and Daniel no matter how odd evoked something within Jim that caused fresh tears to fall from his eyes, his thoughts were filled with nothing but visions of his wife. Would he ever see her again? Would she even still love him as he was?

"Oh honey what's wrong?" Mrs Spears said while Daniel bent forward and gently laid a hand along the smooth curve of his ass below his chin.

"That monster, He took my wife...I...I miss her dearly" He said lowly, his girlish voice sounding broken and tired.

"Oh god honey...I'm sorry, I didn't know" Mrs Spears gasped. She looked down at Jim. Her legs curled underneath his thighs. Her young beautiful female face showed nothing but despair.
Daniel gently wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes.

"I'm very sorry Jim. But...You should have hope...don't give up..the PRT (Paranormal Recon and Tactical team) has a very high success rate at finding some of Max's warehouse, I'm sure there is a good chance your wife will be in the next one" Mrs Spears declared.

"Do you think she'll still love me?" He asked in a childish voice.

"I'm sure of it honey...You'll probably find yourself closer than ever...we have many couples rehabilitating here together, they've become nearly inseparable and many were rescues as well...just have patience and you'll see your wife once again" Mrs Spears spoke hopefully. For once this caused a smile to grace his elfin features.

"Thank you Mrs Spears...I'll do my best to    adjust" Jim smiled.

"I'm glad you feel that way, let's go meet your roommate and get you settled in" She gestured with her chin as Daniel gave Jim a playful punch in the chin and picked up Mrs Spears head underneath it's arm and grabbed Jims wheelchair in the other.

"It's time to meet Gina"