Topic: Suzie's Story Part 2: The Soiled Skuntette
Welcome to the second of reporter Suzie Cruz's three adventures. This one weights in at 60 pages, so hopefully it will satisfy everyone for several months. Just like the previous stories, I'll be posting a chunk every week.
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Twelve days later I sat in Audrey's office as she read over my report. As she came to the end she stated, "This is excellent work Suzie. It really shows that transformed are real people that just prefer an alternative way of life."
"That was my goal Ma'am. I got to know a pair of transformed on my visit that really opened my eyes to the experience."
"Good. Good. I sent you there first as I knew the practical approach to transformations would be the easiest to break you into. Are you ready for your next challenge?"
"I can't wait ma'am. After the last visit I can't wait to see what's in store."
"Your drive is admirable, it's one of the reasons I recommended you for this assignment. Just be careful what you wish for. Do make sure you come back with a form capable of typing out a report. I'd hate to go through all this effort and not end up with a story."
"Yes Ma'am." I said nervously. I had always felt intimidated around my several levels above boss. We both rose and she handed me a sheet of travel instructions. At the doorway to her office she pulled me close in a parting hug. This forced me forward at an awkward angle over Audrey's huge skirt. I never understood why she wore those things. The skirt stuck out so far I couldn't see how sitting in a chair was comfortable at all. But I was a junior reporter not a fashion editor. Maybe the ancient styles were coming back.
On the way out of the office I called Chris and Flo and told them about our new assignment. As expected, Chris was excited, Flo was troubled. But she didn't complain, which was a relief. Flo had been acting really weird since we came back from the ranch.
Deciding to skip the gym, I headed home to eat and pack. The second I entered the apartment, I kicked off my shoes and closed the blinds on all the windows. Then I pulled my newly acquired toy box out from underneath my bed. I stripped, throwing my clothes over my desk chair, and quickly donned the box's contents.
On the way back to my small living room I struck a pose in the full length mirror I had acquired since the Texas trip. Leather straps wrapped up and down my body, encircling my twin pairs of breasts. My feet flowed into pony boots while a spray of orange hair erupted from my butt. Ever since returning from Texas, this outfit felt more and more like me. I found myself wearing it increasingly often at home, until like today I was putting it on the second I walked in the door.
Later, after a glass of wine and an all-in-one-pot dinner, I studied my nearly packed travel bag. I idly wondered if I could fit my current outfit inside. Part of me didn't think it was prudent to bring it anywhere someone else could see, but the other half of me couldn't stand to be parted with it. It was our destination that finally sealed my decision. Who knows, I might actually get a chance to put it to use.
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We stopped at a gas station in Pahrump to refuel and refresh. As I stepped out of the van I was blasted with a gust of hot dry air. When we left early this morning the weather had been chilly and damp. Clearly the desert had other ideas. While Chris refueled the van and Flo ran off to the bathroom, I gazed off at the mountains in the distance. The endless miles of desert we drove through felt as alien to me as the fields of plants when we visited Monica.
Eventually we all piled back inside and our trip continued. We were supposed to be looking for a turnoff of the main highway. We might have missed it, if not for the small crowd of people camped out next to it on the side of the road. The large amount of posters and banners made them hard to miss. All of them were sporting some sort of pro god and anti sin messages. Chris pulled over and I stepped out of the van.
"Is this the way to the local bordello?" I asked a woman sitting in lawn chair. I amazed myself by saying it with a straight face.
"It is." she replied, getting to her feet. "But you should not go that way. Save your soul and seek your pleasures elsewhere. Or seek the light and turn toward the Lord."
It was probably a bad idea to argue ideology with someone fanatical enough to be sitting out here in the middle of nowhere mid-afternoon, but I was genuinely curious. "I have to ask, is it the transforming or the sex that you're so against?"
"God gave us these bodies, crafted in his image. We shame him by changing them. The other acts performed there are immoral, but defacing the form of the Lord is the worst."
Hmm, so they were transformation protesters. "But what if the transformations are to help someone. Like a woman growing extra breasts so she can breastfeed local orphans? Or a man who lost his legs growing a tail to replace them."
"No matter the reason, such changes are gravest sins. If the woman prays hard enough, the milk will come. If the man works hard enough, he will overcome the cross he bears. It is not excuse to shed their humanity and become animals."
Sigh, there was no arguing with people like this. Nothing I said would change their mind. "Then by your logic I committed a great sin just by dying my hair." I ran a hand through my orange stripes "If so, I feel sorry for you. Have you ever talked to a transformed, asked them why they did it?"
"I would not soil myself by talking to one of those inhuman monsters."
"Then your hatred has blinded you to the good that can come from transformations. Maybe you should try one yourself. Then you could see that a transformation doesn't change who you are inside. It only gives it a chance to be free."
With that I got back in the van and drove off. In the rearview mirror I saw the woman's face twisted in anger. A young, similar looking woman came out and stood next to the protester, trying to calm her down. The two women watched us until a bend in the road obscured their forms.
Once on the turnoff, our destination quickly came into vision. At first I thought it was really close, but as we kept driving I realized it was just huge. A massive two story, horseshoe shaped building that looked stolen from an antebellum novel. It stood out bright white against the browns of the desert around it. White roman columns rose to a peaked roof while dozens of windows sparkled in the afternoon light.
A large sign directed us to the parking lot. I raised an eyebrow at it as we drove by. The sign contained the silhouette of a woman in a very naughty pose below the words The Soiled Skunkette. So that was the name of this place. With what I knew of April it seemed…fitting.
We parked under the shade of a desert tree, gathered out gear, and trekked toward the bordello. Though it was only early afternoon, there were at least a dozen other cars in the lot. As we passed under the front awning, I saw another of the Soiled Skunkette signs, this one shading the silhouettes of two women in a compromising position. This place clearly let any visitors know what they were getting into.
The wide front double doors opened into a foyer. A long desk sat in the center, flanked by twin curved staircases that spun up to the upper levels. I could see doors and passages leading off to other parts of the ground floor.
Sitting at the desk, reading a book was the hostess on duty. She set aside her novel and rose to great us. "Welcome to the Soiled Skunkette. A place where all your sexual dreams and nightmares can come true. How can I help you today?"
My eyes flicked downward, momentarily caught by the woman's triplicate bosoms. Then they snapped back. What did I expect, that this was going to be an ordinary bordello? "Hi." I said cheerfully, holding out a hand to shake. "I'm Suzie Cruz, with People's TV. I'm here to interview April."
She shook my hand with one that contained only three thick dick-like fingers. "We've been expecting you and your crew Ms. Cruz. If you leave all your gear here Agnew will take it to your rooms."
"What about my camera?" Flo asked.
"We would prefer if you didn't do any filming for now. Client anonymity and all that. If you need some footage I'm sure we have plenty to share. It will all depend on how risqué your network will let you be. Don't worry, we'll pack so many experiences into your visit your article will be overlong even without video footage. Hopefully that will suffice." She called up to the floor above. "Lolli!"
I looked up to see a teenage girl skip down the staircase toward us. She was wearing a cute pink dress and white stockings. At every step her twin blonde curl bunches swayed to and fro. Slightly shocked I asked, "You let little girls in here?"
"Lolli is a special little girl. Aren't you Lolli?" The girl gave a bashful smile and flattened out the skirt of her dress. "Lolli, take these guests to Mistress April. She's currently filming in the back studio. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course Miss Powell." She gave a little bow. "Please follow me."
As we walked though deserted halls I asked. "Where is everyone? I saw quite a few cars outside."
Lolli let out a hmm and stroked her chin. "Most of the house is resting in preparation. They don't plan on getting much sleep tonight. A few are entertaining long term clients. But almost everyone awake is in the back studio. It's where we're going."
We exited out a door at the tip of the horseshoe and onto a covered walkway. Thirty feet behind the main house was a second, smaller building. Lolli stopped with her hand on the doorknob. "They're filming inside, so try to be quiet ok?" We all nodded and she let us inside.
The four of us crept through the building and into a small control room. On the other side of a glass wall I could see more people moving. As we got closer, nearly standing behind the video technicians, I could finally see what was going on.
The room had the sterile, hospital look to it. There were 2 small polished metal tables, a bigger one that looked large enough for a person, and dozens of restraint points and other toys on the walls. Pacing around the room was a black clad rubber nurse. She was encased from ballet boots to cap in rubber, the black only broken by red crosses on her chest and cap. Of her face, only her eyes and mouth were visible, both hi-lighted in crimson. She looked positively evil.
A door opened and three more figures entered the room. Two were identical, coated head to ballet toe in black rubber. The bodies were extremely feminine with tiny waists and large breasts. The heads of these drones were solid spheres of black rubber, marred only by a number. Despite no visible eyes, they moved seamlessly with purpose.
Between them they dragged another chained figure that shined more of leather than rubber. I recognized the multiple breasts, heads, and skunk tails. It was April they were dragging into the room. The drones hauled April to one wall and hooked her chains into waiting locks. Then they left, closing the door behind them.
The rubber nurse strode over to April and grabbed a chin either hand. "Poor Mrs. Lawrence." She crooned. "Look at what we've done with you. We permanently locked you in that suit. Brainwashed you to crave all sorts of terrible things. And yet you still won't give us the account number." The nurse ran her hands up and down the breast laden front of April's body. "All we want is the money your husband stole from us. Give that to us and you're free to go. You'll never see us again." The chained skunkette said nothing. "Very well then. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." The rubber nurse snapped her fingers.
The drone assistants returned, dragging between them the limp form of a mid twenties man. Pale, skinny, and with longish brown hair tied back in a ponytail. All that was missing was a pair of glasses to complete the stereotypical nerd look. He was forced onto a clinical type table and secured at the wrists and ankles. The man's entrance brought out a moan from the skunkette. "Jonathan."
"Indeed." The evil nurse said. "When we couldn't get the information from you, we were forced to bring him here. It's still not too late to tell us what we want to know."
The skunkette hung her heads. "I…can't. I don't know what you're talking about. My husband…he never told me about any accounts."
The nurse studied April. "If you're lying, then you have incredible resistance. If not, well we need to make up the money somehow. I think the sale of you and your son will go a long way to making up the missing money."
"Wait…please."
"I'm sorry, but I've waited long enough."
The nurse snapped her fingers again. The drone assistants each approached Jonathan with a syringe. The first injection brought him out of his stupor. "Where..where am I?"
"Hush. You are in a transition place. You will feel at home soon." The second drone injected its syringe. "Do you know what that is Mrs. Lawrence?" she asked the bound woman. When there was no sign of a response she continued. "We call it Compound 72. A really fun little chemical. A libido booster and truth serum spiced up with a nifty little obedience drug I acquired from the Soviets many years ago. The perfect cocktail to prepare someone for transformation. All you need are the right questions. After all, it's what brought out your true form." She turned back to Jonathan. " From now on you will also address me as Mistress. We're going to play a little game. I'm going to ask you some questions. For each you pick the one that resonates most with the deepest part of your soul. Let's start with something simple. Are you attracted to men or women?"
Jonathan was silent for a long minute. The rubber nurse rubber her chin. "That is usually the easy question. Maybe I need to rephrase it. What type of person are you most sexually attracted to?"
This time Jonathan answered almost instantly. "Shemales, Mistress."
"Hmm, interesting. This fascination, do you want to be with one? Or do you want to become one?"
"Both, Mistress."
"With your figure, I can see you being able to wear women's clothing. Is that what you want?"
"No Mistress. I want more than that."
"How much more?"
"I want a tiny waist, huge hips and breasts. A hypersensitive little cock and an ass that can take anything shoved into it. I want to be the essence of femininity with my only black mark the meat that dangles invitingly between my legs." The man seemed to be sweating with the effort of verbalizing the depths of his desires. "Mistress." He added hastily.
"And what would you do with a body like that?"
"I would use it for its natural purpose Mistress. Bringing happiness and sexual relief to as many people as possible."
"Then why not go fully female? Add another hole to the mix?"
Jonathan flushed. "My clitty would be a reminder that I am not good enough to be male or female Mistress. That I only have one purpose in life."
"So you wish to become nothing more than a shemale cum dumpster, a cum bucket whore for anyone passing by?"
"More than anything Mistress."
"And if I told you I had a way to make that happen?"
"I would do anything Mistress."
"Good. All you have to do is convince the woman over there…"she pointed at April, "to give me what I want. Do you recognize her?"
"No Mistress."
"She's your mother. She's proof that I can changing you the way you want. All you need to do is convince her to give me what I want. I'll give you…say five minutes." With that the rubber nurse left the room, followed by the drones.
The next five minutes were a back and forth tennis match of words. Jonathan trying to convince his mother to give in. April trying to snap her son out of it. But after five minutes of verbal circles, the door opened and the nurse and drones reappeared.
"I was watching." She said to Jonathan. "I watched you fail me. I am disappointed."
"Please Mistress. I tried so hard. Please give me the form I want."
"Tempting, but ultimately my answer is no." As the sight of tears in Jonathan's eyes she continued. "Though I did see how hard you tried. Perhaps a compromise is possible. Do you see my assistant here." The drone with a large red "2" on its round head stepped forward. "What do you feel when you look at it?"
"I see those lovely breasts and tiny waist and wish I could have them Mistress. But I don't see how I could bring others pleasure in that form Mistress. I don't see any holes."
"Don't worry pet, the holes are there when I want them to be." She stroked 2's face, which caused the rubber to bubble and shift. When it was done morphing a oversized vagina replica took up the entire front of the rubber sphere. The red of the number now colored the waving lips brilliant crimson. Meanwhile the other drone, labeled 4, retrieved something from the wall and returned to its mistress. 4 knelt down and fastened the dildo harness around the nurse's shapely waist.
"See here Jonathan." The nurse said as she pulled 2's pussyhead over her rubber phallus. "This form can give just as much pleasure as you wanted. It can also further the humiliation you crave. You'd be lower than a whore. You'd be an object. A living dildo or pocket pussy for my pleasure. How does that sound to you?"
"That sound marvelous Mistress." Jonathan replied, eyes glossing over as he watched the drone's face-fucking.
The nurse shifted to look at April. "The only thing standing in the way of your son's new rubber life is you. This is your last opportunity to tell me the code. Or I will make him a nameless, faceless rubber drone forever."
April hung her heads in shame. "Alright, please. Alright. I'll tell you." She rattled off a string of bank account info. "Just please let my son go."
"Did you get that 3?" The nurse asked the air.
The door opened and another drone walked in, identical to the others except for the large 3 on its spherical head. It walked up to the nurse and handed over a tablet. After a long minute of studying it the nurse finally said, " It appears I finally broke you Mrs. Lawrence. All the money is indeed here. I am a woman of my word so your son is free to go." 3 and 4 walked over to Jonathan and released the bands at this wrists and ankles. He almost fell over but was caught expertly by the drones and righted. "If you follow 3 it will take you to a room where you can clean up. Afterward I can arrange transportation to any destination you desire."
3 tugged on the man's arm, but he didn't move. "But what if I don't want to leave Mistress?"
"Jonathan no!" cried April.
The nurse looked pleasantly surprised. "Are you sure Jonathan? Freedom is just a door away. If you stay you can never leave."
Jonathan ran his hands over 3, taking in its form like a blind man. "If I stay, can you make me like them Mistress?"
"I can do that, if it is truly what you want." She gestured to 2 and 4, who silently left the room.
"You bitch!" April barked. "You promised to let him go if I gave you the account information."
"And I kept my word. Did you not just see me offer to let him leave?"
"While he's still under your mind control? I hardly consider that freedom."
The nurse let out a laugh. "Compound 72 only lasts around five minutes. It left his system while you were arguing earlier. His actions now are his own. All I did was open his eyes to the possibilities."
April continued to yell out protests and ended up gagged for her trouble. 2 and 4 returned with armfuls of rubber that they dumped on a table. The nurse beckoned Jonathan over. "This suit will transform you into a drone. Who you are now, how you think, will be gone forever. All that will be left is a sexy obedient object. Are you still sure?"
"I am Mistress."
The drones quickly layered Jonathan into the suit. A bendy tube nearly a yard long was forced into his ass. A tight panty girdle squashed his penis flat against his body. Over this went a corset, further compressing his form. Then came the rubber suit itself. Jonathan had to step carefully into the built in platform heels before the thick rubber was pulled up his body An open faced hood was pulled over his head while his arms sunk into the rubber sleeves. All zipped up and with the zip buried by an overflap, only Jonathan's face was exposed. The nurse approached with the spherical helmet, currently hinged open. "How do you feel my pet? Are you ready for your new life?"
"I feel…disappointed Mistress?"
"Oh, having second thoughts? Once the helmet goes on the transformation is irreversible, so you better speak now."
"No second thoughts Mistress. I just though the suit would fit me better." He pulled at the loose rubber over his chest.
"Never fear pet. Once the hood is on the magic will begin. It will mold you into a perfect fit for the suit." The nurse clipped the rear of the helmet onto the suit. "Any last words before you start your new life?"
"Thank you Mistress. Thank you for letting me see that this was what I wanted with my life." With that, the nurse closed the sphere. The rubber melted together, leaving no trace of a seam.
"3 and 4, take the newest member of our family to the transition room. 2, set up another auction. We have a naughty skunkette to unload. Maybe the Baron will want another sex pet." With that everyone but the chained April walked out of the room. April watched them go, resigned to her fate.