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THE GYM
Humming to himself, Barry headed down the steps towards the gym's
entrance. Today was his first day at the new gym - and he was looking
forward to it.
Because it had taken him six months to get the court to let him join.
Even after all the headaches, the muscular, handsome lawyer still got a
kick out of the whole thing. It had first started as a joke - the tall,
broad-shouldered lawyer had been looking for a new gym when his old one
closed. He'd gone through the Yellow Pages, copying down addresses to
check out, when he'd come across the add for 'Miss Fit's Health Club' -
an overly-cute title for a women's only gym.
That's what had gotten Bartholomew Robert McNeil thinking. After all,
women had challenged all-male gyms, and won. So, he decided that he was
going to fight the system for 'Men's Rights' - and he had won, too. The
court had decreed that the gym had no choice but to allow Barry a
membership, if he so choose. And, just to piss of the dykes and bitches
who used an all-female gym, he'd done just that.
Now, feeling cocky and smug, he stepped through the doors to the gym
where he was now a member and took a look around.
Empty.
The entire building appeared to be empty, from what Barry could see. Not
just the gym area, seen through the set of double glass doors at the end
of the lobby, but the entire building itself. There was no sign of
employees, patrons, custodial staff - not a single living person except
himself.
Barry grinned slightly to himself. The Fema-Nazis who ran and used the
place had obviously decided to make his victory a 'moot' one. If he had
the right to 'intrude', then they were going to deny him the chance to
ogle them.
However, the joke was on them - Barry really didn't care. After all,
most of the patrons of a women's only gym were lesbians and feminists,
and he really didn't find hairy, mannish women attractive. The point of
this little exercise hadn't been to ogle their unlovely flesh - he just
wanted to teach the damned bitches a lesson. If the end result was that
he got to use the gym by himself, so much the better.
Heading into the change room, Barry tossed his gym bag onto a bench and
slowly stripped down, eyeing the faintly feminine decor of the room. He
had to admit that, if nothing else, this gym smelled better then the
ones he was used to.
Pulling off his somber black suit in favor of a pair of red shorts and a
white T-shirt, the muscular, russet-haired man slid his bare feet into a
well-worn and faded pair of Nikes and headed out to the main are of the
gym, where several thousand dollars worth of machine gleamed under the
fluorescent lights, idle and almost antiseptically clean. For the first
time since the broad-shouldered man had gone to a gym, there was no
delay whatsoever to use any machine - he actually had a pick of what he
wanted to use, in what order.
He began to wander through the various machines, surprised to find very
few that he was familiar with. It wasn't just the brand-names were
different - it was the fact that each machine had been designed
specifically for women, and so had differences that ranged from subtle
to confusing. There was even one or two that completely mystified him.
He walked over to one of the completely unknown machines, a strange
device in chrome, pink and white. He tilted his head and read the
lettering running up the side of the machine in 'futuristic' italic letters.
"The Body Bender," He read aloud, a hint of amusement in his deep,
rumbling voice. He leaned closer to make out the smaller lettering
beneath. "The Complete Full-Body Workout Machine to Re-Shape the Figure
from Head to Toe."
Shaking his head and snorting, Barry straightened and eyed the
odd-looking machine. Moving around, he could see that it had a
computerized LCD display and controls that were labeled as to a complete
workout session. Shrugging his massive shoulders, Barry awkwardly
slithered into the embrace of the complicated machine, having to
shoe-horn his massive frame into a design that didn't consider such a
figure being placed in it. Finally, he managed to get fairly comfortable
in the white-and-pink vinyl padding of the chair that lay at the center
of the machine.
Reaching out with a thick, blunt finger, Barry hit the big green button
marked 'Init.' Immediately, there was a rising hum and various parts of
the machine moved slightly in preparation. Startled, Barry almost leapt
from the machine as the seat he was sitting in suddenly came alive,
shifting beneath his massive form...
...and around it. The padding moved until it formed a headrest at the
top that gripped his head and held it lightly in position. More padding
lifted, shifted and moved, and Barry - who, bemused, let the machine do
it's work - soon found himself strapped into the machine, basically held
in it's embrace.
Then the machine let out a muted beep - and went to work.
Just as Barry felt an odd prick in the base of his skull, a recorded
voice began to issue from speakers somewhere. He recognized the voice as
belonging to the bitch who owned the gym - Terri? Tommi? No - Teddi.
"Mr. Martin - you stupid, stupid man." Her recorded voice said with
contempt - and he felt a stir of anger.
The next words turned it into a stir of fear.
"We bet on the fact that you'd be stupid enough to use a machine that
you knew nothing about at some point during your workout - and here you
are, caught in the web of our revenge. You didn't think I'd just quietly
let you get away with this, did you?"
Barry tried to extract himself from the whirring machine - and
discovered, with horror, that not only couldn't he move his body - he
couldn't even feel it. There was no sensation at all in his body.
"Don't bother trying to struggle." Teddi's voice said, smugly. "You've
already been injected with a combination paralytic agent and anesthetic.
We briefly considered leaving the anesthetic out completely - but nobody
deserves to feel the agony that what comes next would cause."
Now Barry was truly scared - what the hell was going on?
"Even though you can't feel it," the voice continued, "right now your
body is being cut into by a thousand precision-controlled lasers. These
lasers are cutting away skin and fat and muscle, tissue of all sorts -
even bone. However, they won't even singe your nerves, organs, veins and
arteries. No - you'll still be alive when they finish cutting you down
to almost nothing.
Barry was horrified by what he was hearing. It didn't seem possible -
they couldn't really do that to him...
...could they?
The sickly-sweet odor of burning flesh almost sent him over the edge in
full-blown panic.
"Oh - don't worry." The voice continued. "We're not going to leave you
as a set of disembodied organs."
A minute or two passed, then the odor faded a bit. Barry realized that
his hearing had changed, becoming less distinct, and that he was no
longer blinking at all.
Because he no longer had ears, or eyelids. His eyes and eardrums were
now completely unattached from their anchors.
The voice continued.
"By now, you are nothing more than your exposed brain connected to your
organs. Everything else is gone, and the little that is left is being
held in place by special bursts of air, carefully regulated with the
right humidity and content to avoid any damage. To an onlooker, you'd be
a gruesome sight, disembodied organs apparently floating in mid-air."
The machine's humming took on a different tone.
"Now a skeleton is being created in place around your organs. It's made
of a synthetic poly-carbon polymer that is both lighter and stronger
than naturally occurring bone - and is filled with living bone-marrow
that matches your blood-type."
Barry was now listening to those words as a sort of life-line to keep
him from mindless insanity. He was hovering right at the edge of
complete break-down, and only the effort of deciphering the word - as
horrible as the message was - was the only thing keeping him barely sane.
"Now - a layer of synthetically created muscle tissue is being added, as
well as other tissues. Certain organs and nerve endings are also being
moved and relocated to fit the profile of your new figure."
There was a couple of minutes, during which all Barry could here was the
odd sounds of the machine at work.
"Now, the final work is being done. Artificial skin is being applied,
new glands are being emplaced, and artificial hair and nails are being
created. Which means that it's time to do the other part of our little
vengeance."
Before Barry could even wonder what that meant, a screen of some sort
dropped into position in front of his immobile eyes. Strange colors and
patterns began to swirl on the surface...
Too late, he realized that they were, quite literally, hypnotic. More
than that, an unfelt needle was dumping large amounts of a hypnotic
agent into his bloodstream. Before he even realized what was going on,
he was in a deep trance, his mind disconnected from reality as new
information was fed directly into the unguarded depths of his
subconscious mind.
* * * * * * * *
"nnnn....."
The groan was low and deep, made by somebody lost in the depths of a
nightmare that refused to break.
"Nnnooo..."
Definition and coherency began to form as the figure stirred, nearing
wakefulness.
"No!"
The scream was ripped from his throat as he struggled to sit bolt
upright, heart pounding in his chest and eyes open wide at the memory.
But even as the denial was torn from his throat, he knew that it wasn't
a denial he was capable of making.
Or rather - that she was capable of making. Because the scream came out
in a rich, undeniably feminine voice, and even as she truly began to
register her surroundings, new sensations assaulted her mind, proving
that this was no nightmare - but that the horror was real.
With a tremendous burst of energy provided by adrenaline, she forced
herself upright against the heavy, padded restrain across her chest,
feeling new sensations flood her as she tried to come to grips with the
realization of what had been done to her. She looked down...
For an instant, her mind went utterly blank as she stared at the
incomprehensible sight of the most massive pair of tits she'd ever seen
- thrust from her chest. that was the 'padded weight' that had hindered
her movement, and now she merely gaped down at the huge, firm breasts,
the size of medicine balls, that thrust proudly from her chest. They
were a rich, yellowish-bronze color, and tipped by enormous, dark
nipples that were swollen in the cool air. The weight of them pulled
forward at her slender body, despite the fact they were incredibly -
impossibly - firm. They were the most unbelievable pair of tits she'd
ever seen, as big as some of the hyper-inflated silicone orbs of
'big-tit' men's magazines, and they were attached to her chest.
"No..." She sobbed, shaking her head in vain denial. "Please, of God..
no..."
She heard the words come out in a high, almost girlish soprano, and that
only made her useless denial that much pathetic. The motion of her
shaking her head caused a sensation on her shoulders, like a fine silk
being drawn across them, and she realized that it was the touch of her
new hair across her shoulders. Nothing her body was experiencing was
'right', from sight to sound to touch - everything conspired to prove to
her that she was no longer who she'd once been. She was now a woman,
right down to the huge, firm tits she'd been sentenced to life with. She
was no longer...
Her panicked horror mingled with confusion as she tried to summon the
thought. She no longer resembled her old self...
The horror and panic began to redouble as she realized that she couldn't
remember who she was. Or, perhaps, who she had been, as she no longer
bore the same identity. She knew that this body wasn't hers, that she
had been a man who'd been transformed into a woman at a gym, by the
vengeful owner... but she couldn't bring to mind which gym - or even
which city the gym was in. She couldn't remember what her 'real' name
was, or what 'she' had looked like, or done for a living. Although she
knew that this was all wrong, the opposite of what had been, no detail
of her old, male life would come clearly top mind.
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