The doctor entered the examining room, knowing full well that the truckers were just waiting in the next room. He had no idea if they would barge in and take the sheriff as they had done him, or what they had in mind. Sitting on the table was Sheriff Wilson. He was in his mid-thirties and a bull of a man. A former college football player, who suffered what many men his size suffered. His lack of activity, after training all those years for football and to be a sheriff, had made him into a thick and solid, but fat man. The doctor had warned him in his last check up that he would need to start doing something about it. However, the doctor could see that he had obeyed any of his orders. He would have to do something about that this time.
"Afternoon Sheriff," beamed a newly transformed Doctor Thomson.
"Hey there doc," said Sheriff Wilson, in shock, "You look great. Looks like you have been on the diet I should have been doing."
"Well," smiled the doctor, "sometimes things happen to speed up the process. Looks like you haven't made any process on your shape, so lets get going on this, so I can yell at you."
"OK Doc," laughed the Sheriff. "You caught me there. I will have to follow your orders, since you have made yourself look so great."
Those words caused the doctors newly enlarged cock and balls to stir. He could feel the precum starting to gather at the tip of his cock. The doctor almost wished he had kept his underwear on to gather the juices that were starting to run. The doctor started by weighing the sheriff, then taking his blood pressure and pulse. He continued in his battery of physical examinations, each time writing down his findings in the sheriff's chart. The examination gown was just covering the groin area of the sheriff now. The doctor enjoyed feeling the curly blonde body hair that covered the sheriff, while he was listening to the sheriff's heart and lungs. The doctor's cock began to leak more precum and his hands moved across the sheriff's chest and made contact with his large button like nipples.
" Stand up Sheriff and leave the examination gown on the table," ordered the doctor. "I need to check you for hernia and testicular cancer."
"Yes, Sir doc," replied a cooperative sheriff.
The doctor was squatting using the tree truck legs of the sheriff to stabilize himself as he began prodding the groin area of the sheriff. Suddenly the doctor was breaking into a sweat. He wanted to take the cock of the sheriff his mouth, but he couldn't at this time. He stretched the sheriff's scrotum to examine his testicles, rubbing them suddenly caused some stimulation in the sheriff, because the doctor noticed the sheriff's penis twitch. The doctor noticed the sheriff sweating as well.
"It seems that the AC has turned itself off," stated the doctor, not releasing the sheriff's balls as he spoke.
"Yes, Sir. It has suddenly gotten warm in there," replied a tentative sheriff.
"Well, we are almost done here," said the doctor, releasing the sheriff's scrotum. "Just one more check and it is not many people's favorite. I need you to turn around and lean over on the table Sheriff Wilson. I do have to check for prostate cancer and any other things."
"Yes, Sir," replied a resigned sheriff. "I knew it was going to happen soon enough, but you always here about how uncomfortable is going to be."
"Don't worry sheriff," laughed the doctor. "It is not much fun when I get mine checked either."
The doctor then flashed back to just a few minutes ago. The head trucker inside his ass and how good that felt. The doctor's cock, erupting in the other truckers ass and how good that felt. The sheriff had assumed the position on the table and the doctor rose from his squat. As he stood, the now oversized pants slithered down silently around his ankles, displaying his now erect penis. The doctor reached for the gloves and the KY to begin the prostate examine. Suddenly, a fit of desire to feel a man without the gloves on him took over. He grabbed the lube and slathered his index and middle finger in it.
"Now sheriff," cooed a changed doctor, "I want you to close your eyes, relax and take a deep breath. You are going to feel some pressure, but this is normal. Now inhale and exhale."
As the sheriff exhaled, the doctor began to probe his two fingers into the rectum of the sheriff. It was tight. The doctor just slowly began working his fingers to open up the unwilling hole. While he was doing it, the doctor's cock got harder and a stream up precum began to make its way down to the floor. The sheriff groaned in discomfort. With his free hand, the doctor reached for his cock and covered his hand in his juices.
"Here, smell this," the doctor ordered, as he shoved his precum covered hand in the face of the sheriff. "It is a muscle relaxer to help you."
The sheriff in complete distress did anything to help him relieve himself of this situation. However, it did more than that. The smell of the doctor's precum caused the sheriff to begin floating. His first sphincter opened and allowed the doctor to probe deeper. The rush of energy the doctor felt entered the sheriff was mind altering. He wanted to push deeper to get at the sheriff's prostate.
"If you are still in discomfort," growled the doctor. "You can lick the medicine off my hand."
The sheriff, starting to whimper, began lapping the precum off of the doctor's hand. The doctor pulled it away and gathered more to feed his hungry sheriff. While he was feeding the sheriff his second helping of precum, the doctor had managed to step out of his pants, kick them across the room and do the same with his shoes and sock. The doctor then reached up and ripped open his shirt, sending a few of the buttons flying off into the room. He worked his arm out of one side, leaving his shirt and doctor's coat resting on his forearm, while his fingers continued to fuck the sheriff. The doctor then gathered more precum and fed it to the now willing sheriff. He then worked in his ring and then pinkie finger into the blossoming ass of the sheriff.
"You are being such a good patient," intoned the doctor. "You are going to be well rewarded. I am going to enjoy your ass right now."
The doctor removed his fingers from the sheriff's puckering ass, through off the shirt and coat that had been resting on his forearm, lined up his throbbing cock and in a gentle slide entered the sheriff. He grabbed hold of the sheriff's meaty, hair covered shoulders and pushed in deeper. The sheriff let out a small cry of pleasure. The sheriff's mind knew nothing else since he had ingested the doctor's precum.
The doctor slowly began pumping the subdued sheriff. His cock releasing more precum to lubricate the anal canal even more than the KY had done. His hands slid down the side of the sweating sheriff, to grab better hold of the bucking hips. The doctor was watching, as if under a microscope, the sweat continued to bead up on the back of the sheriff. He watched as it formed pools in the valleys of his back and ass. The hair was becoming matted with sweat and the doctor reached out and swirled it around, causing it to change from light blonde to dark brown and stick to the sheriff's body. The doctor began to increase the speed and intensity of his fucking. Never taking his eyes off the swirling patterns of back hair and sweat. Suddenly, the doctor was in a trance and words came to his mind and his mouth began to mumble.
"I am your master. You are here to serve me. I am your new creator. You will worship me. I am the one who will change you. You will accept this change. I am creating a new animal. You are to be one in this name."
The doctor continued this chant. Each time repeating it, he became louder and louder. His violation of the sheriff became more and more physical. The pleasure that both men were feeling was growing exponentially. Finally, the floodgates opened. The seamen flowed out of both men. The vocalization would have woken the dead. The truckers in the next room smiled at each other.
The doctor, devoid of cum, pulled back from the sheriff and let out another howl of pleasure. His body tensed and released. He looked down and saw his shit stained cock still erect and dripping cum. The doctor growled and turned to the mirror. What stood in front of the mirror was no longer a fifty something country doctor, but a man that could have passed for a football player, covered in silver hair. His belly was shaped like the truckers, but carried more bulk. His muscles large, defined, but not ripped. There was not softness to him anymore, just pure power. The doctor looked over at the sheriff, expecting to see physical changes in him, but there were none. The doctor was confused about this, but his answer came as the door opened.
"Congratulations doctor," smiled the head trucker, "you have made the next transformation."
The doctor looked over at the sheriff.
"He has not been transformed yet, because you do not have the power to transform others," stated the head trucker. "Yet."
The doctor looked back at the trucker.
"Tonight," grinned the head trucker, "if you desire to continue, those powers will be given to you. Your new servant here will help you in that transformation. It is a stroke of luck that the sheriff was you next patient. We usually get the doctor and sheriff of each town first. However, that can create a power struggle later on in the mission. So, by you being the only master of this town, it will make it easier. Especially since the sheriff can be the main breaker of men and you can me the main transformer of them."
"You aren't making much sense to me," smiled the doctor. "However, I don't really care. If I get to feel like this for the rest of my life, I will do whatever you want me to do."
"Good to hear doctor," smiled the head trucker. "We will explain more things to you as night time approaches. But it looks like your sheriff is waking up from his first stage of transformation."
The sheriff had pushed himself to standing, after being bent over the examination table for the past several minutes as the doctor raped his ass. He was wobbly, like a newborn calf. Soon to be even stronger than a full grown bull.
"Let me help you up on the table Sheriff Wilson," spoke a stern doctor. "You have been through a lot, but I think it will be worth it very soon."
"Yes Sir," slurred the sheriff. "You know what is best for me Sir."
"Good boy," smiled the doctor, as he patted the sheriff on the chest.
"My men here are going to clean you up now doctor and the sheriff as well," started the head trucker. "We will drive out to a place outside of town. At midnight, the finally piece of your transformation with be in place. I suggest that the sheriff goes home and says good night to his wife and kids and then joins us back here at 10 PM. Sheriff, you can say that you are going on a special assignment with the good doctor here. I am sure your wife will understand."
"Yes Sir," said a glazed Sheriff Wilson. "I will be back here at 10 PM."
"Doctor," smiled the head trucker, "I am going to send the boys off to get you some new clothes for you to wear tonight and some food for us to eat. I am sure that nothing will be strange about that."
"No sir," smiled the doctor, "people are used to seeing my car here all times of night with other cars outside. Of course, since I am at the edge of town, not many people drive by anyway."
"That is good," said the head trucker. "I can explain to you everything while the boys are out and we can talk more until the sheriff comes back. Let's get going men."
Suddenly, the two other truckers began cleaning the examining room and bathing both men with rags they had found in the other room. The sheriff was redressed and fully awake and functioning. He knew what had happened to him and he liked it. He was ready to go home, take a nap, eat dinner with his family and then rejoin his new master and step further into the unknown. The doctor, still naked, went to his office after the truckers and cleaned him off. He sat down in his big leather chair, put his feet up on his desk and fell asleep. The head trucker gave the instructions for the other men and they went on their way. He went into the doctor's office and watched his newest conversion sleep and dream.