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BODY BUILDING
by Theresa Richards
The ad in the paper seemed to be a very interesting one to Sam as he poured through the classifieds like he did every morning. This was the first time he had seen this one though, and it peaked his curiousity. It read " Body building made easy. No more tortuous workouts, sweating, grunting lifting weights. No more ten mile runs. For information or a trial, come to 324 Exeter Street after 6:00 p.m. any evening. "
He read it and re-read it a couple of times as he couldn't believe his eyes. He had tried those health spas and their claims to molding you into a he-man and he had found out the hard way, especially after spending big bucks, that they were just out for the almighty dollar and not really concerned with the individual at all. His basement was full of rowing and biking machines and weights, all neatly placed in rows and collecting dust.
As he read the ad for a fourth time, he pondered just what could these people have to offer that no one else could? As his mind drifted over these thoughts, he folded the paper and took it with him as he left for work. Driving down the freeway, he made up his mind to go over there after he got off from work and get some information from them.
His day at work turned out to be an uneventful one and he was thankful for that as every idle minute, his mind wandered back to the ad. With his day done, he packed his briefcase up and headed out to the parking lot almost forgetting the paper. Rushing back to his office, he almost didn't make it in as the security officer was starting to lock up for the weekend. As he got to his door, he saw the cleaning ladies already hard at work and as he opened the door, he could see that they had already been there and taken the paper. Shooting back out to the hall, he ran to the dumpster in the middle of the hall and started rummaging through the garbage for the ad. Finally uncovering it, he pulled it out and ran down the hall towards the door.
Leaving the building, he stopped and leaned against the wall as he was quite out of breath, his chest heaving violently. As he paused to regain it, he thought " well, I guess it is time to get in shape..maybe those people will be able to help me out." Somewhat more composed, Sam walked to his car and got in.
The address that was given was far across town from his office,as well as where he lived, but at least it was against the grain of the rush hour traffic so the drive only took fifteen minutes on the freeway. As he pulled up in front of the building, he looked at his watch and it read 5:55 p m. Good, I'm early, he thought, at least I can relax a bit before going in. Sitting there in the car, he looked around the area casing out the surroundings. It was located in an older part of town, mostly inhabited by shut down factories and stores. He thought that it was a odd place to put a new business in here. How on earth would they ever attract any off the street business here, as deserted an area as this is?
His watch beeped at the hour and he looked at the face of it to see that it was, indeed, 6:00 p.m. He took the keys from the ignition and got out, locking the car. Strolling up to the door, he noticed a video monitor overhead as well as a speaker mounted next to the door. Ringing the bell, the speaker came alive. "Yes, how can I help you,sir?" "I saw your as in today's paper and I came here for some information." Sam replied.
"Very well, sir, but are you indeed interested in turning that flabby body of yours into a totally new you or are you just here to look around? After all, this is a totally new concept and we don't like to waste time with people that aren't really dedicated."
Obviuosly they are watching me through that camera, Sam thought, as he stood there somewhat dumbstruck by the way the voice on the speaker was talking to him. Thinking back to the incident at the office and how winded he had been, he made up his mind to go for it.
"Yes, yes, I am very interested and I am dedicated to making the total effort to get myself in shape." he answered the speaker.
"Very well then, the door shall open for you and you may enter." With that, Sam heard a loud click and then a rush of cool air as the door in front of him opened. No one was standing there to greet him so he didn't know what to do until the voice came back on the speaker and told him to go in.
After hearing the voice, he walked inside and as he did the door slid shut behind him with another loud click and Sam thought about how good the security system was. Now in the entryway, Sam looked around in the tiny room and all that was there was a chair and a table with some papers on it. He could see no other doors except the outside one. From somewhere over his head he heard the voice again.
"The papers on the table are for you to fill out. Please do that now."
Sam at down at the table and pulled the forms to him. He began reading them and filling them out at the same time. They were standard application forms and he was finished in no time with them. Putting his pen back in his shirt pocket, he heard the voice again.
"Very good, thank you for your time, now to explain a few things about our program. First, the cost of this is very expensive but considering the length of time that you will be here versus the cost of those health spas, we consider it well worth the money. Second, the entire program only takes 48 hours to accomplish, after which time you will have your new physique and will be released to carry on your new life. Now, until such time as you pay for this program, we can offer you no more information about it and also, once you commit to it, there is no backing out. We are professionals here and we don't cater to quitters. Any questions?"
As Sam sat there and listened to the voice, he thought of all the oppurtunities that he had had in the past but was rejected from because of his appearance. Not only with his career but with the women he had known. He wondered how much the plan was, but after he thought of how much he had wasted these years on things that didn't work, he figured that no matter what, it couldn't be that expensive, and besides what did he have to lose?
"Yes, I do have some questions. First of all is how much will this program cost me, and how soon before I can start. "
"A very good one, sir. At the moment, the going rate because we are new to the area is just $5,000 dollars payable in any form. And as luck would have it, you can start right away if you wish. But as I said before, once you start this, we cannot release you till you are finished."
Five thousand? That really isn't all that much, he thought, hell, I've got that much room on my VISA card right now and I don't have anything planned this weekend...
"Hello...I've made up my mind and I can start right now. You do take VISA, don't you?"
"Yes. we do and if you would be so kind as to put your card in the slot, we will verify it and place a charge for the $5,000.00 on it."
He didn't remember seeing a slot anywhere in the room but as he tokk his card from his wallet, he looked up and there in front of him on the wall was a slot, into which he stuck his card. The slot took the card amidst the whirring of machinery behind the wall. These people really have a great system here, he thought, I wonder who laid this out for them.
"Very good, sir, your card checks out and we have placed the appropriate charge to it. You shall begin your program now. When the door opens, please enter the examining room and remove all your clothes."
Sam heard a noise behind him, and where there was no door before a door had appeared and was open. He got up and went into the next room and as he cleared the threshhold, the door slid silently shut behind him. As he looked around the room, he saw it filled with cabinets along one wall, gleaming in their sterility and in the middle of the room was a examining table. Along another wall was a row of hooks, obviously there to hang his clothes on.
As he finished undressing, he stood there nude hanging his clothes up as once again, the voice began to speak.
"Sir, it is time now to proceed with some preliminaries to the program. First, we need you to walk over to the cabinets and in the first one on the left, there are a number of jars. Take them out, you will need at least three or four of them. After you open them up, you will find a jelly based solution that you need to coat your entire body with. Please do not use this sparingly, rather be very liberal in applying it to your skin. There must be no open spots, except for the normal body orifices. You will also notice a net like material there on the counter. This is to be placed over your hair on your head before you put the jelly on it. If it is easier, you may coat the net first, then place it over you head. When you are completely finished with the jelly, lay down on the table and then rub some on the bottoms of your feet also. After that just lay down and grab the hand rails with your hands. Any questions?"
"Well, yes, just what is all this about anyway?"
"We have invented this solution to help speed the program along and also, when you lay on the table we will be bale to run tests on you as you hold the bars."
"Oh, okay...well here goes then."
With his questions answered, Sam went over to the cabinets and pulled out three jars of the jelly. Opening the first one, he sniffed it out of curiousity but found no smell. Sticking in two fingers, he pulled out a large dab and began the process of coating his body. As Sam slowly coated his body with the solution, he noticed that it felt just like petroleum jelly as he lathered hsi legs with the substance. He wondered what on earth all this had to do with body building but he figured that these people must know something or he wouldn't be doing this. Finishing his legs, groin and buttocks area, he moved to his chest area and as he did he felt the solution drying on his legs and as it did, it tended to produce a somewhat drawing action on his skin which made him feel strange, but he pressed on completing his chest and his arms and hands. Looking around, he tried to find something to help him put the jel on his back but he couldn't see anything to help him so he coated his shoulders as best as he could then he went over to the table and lid a thick bed of it on the covering where he thought his back would be. Next, he took the netting that laid on the countertop and, now opening the fourth jar of stuff, smoothed out a layer of it all over the net. Having done that, he picked it up and placed it over his head as instructed. Looking in a mirror, he adjusted it so that it fit similar to a swimming cap then on the edges of it laid on more jel to seal the edges off as he then completed the task by rubbing his face with the jelly. Satisifed that he was done, he walked over to the table and got up on it. He was excited at the prospect of turning his body into a real specimen as he laid down, carefully placing his back where he had put the jell minutes before.
Laying there, he felt strange as the solution continued to dry on his skin and it felt as if it were shrinking up causing him to start to lose his mobility. He didn't know what to think of this as he place his hands on the rails on each side of the bed, awaiting whatever it was the instructors had in mind for him. As he relaxed laying there, the lights above him slowly dimmed and a small electrical charge began to emanate through the railis into his hands. He felt this almost instantly and tried to let go, but the charge kept his hands locked on the rails. In an instant, the lights went out completely and the charge in his hands grew as now the electricity began to pour through his body to all points. As he laid there in the darkness and his eyes grew accustomed to it, he could see that a glow was emanating from his body, and as the charge increased through his limbs, the glow did also.
He began to become terrified now, wondering what these people, whoever they were, were planning on doing to him. As his terror raced through him, the charge surging through him grew and it felt as if his skin would burst from it. He tried to move, tried to let go of the railings, but found that he couldn't move at all. Not even an inch. Even his head and neck were paralyzed into posistion as the current continued on. The glow form his body grew brighter and brighter and he felt the voltage grow to a level he didn't think was possible to stand. A moment later, Sam passed out.
With his inert body laying there a door opened and two amazonian creatures appeared through it. The first one through the doorway was about 6'1" and very slender, about 170 lbs. She had striking red hair, worn long in the back. Her bodily contours would be the envy of any model at 42-32- 38. Her breasts jutted out away from her chest in an upward sweep with large pointed nipples clearly showing through her smock. The second one, slightly taller at 6'3", and about 200 lbs had the body of a weightlifter. Long, lean, sinewy legs stood out from her very short miniskirt, making her look more like 6'8" than just 6'3". Her wavy blonde hair cascaded around a georgeous face and her ample 46D breasts stood straight out, a testimony to the weight training that she did. Walking to the table, they eyed the client lying there and smiled as they could see the solution working its wonders upon the body of Sam. As they stood there, one on each side of the table, the first one spoke.
"Our client here seems to be just what we have been looking for, don't you agree Donna?"
"Yes, I must admit that we have been very lucky, this being our first client, to have struck paydirt. They will just love the body building that we will have for them, Val."
"That is what I think also. I think it's time while they are still out to begin the program, don't you?"
" I agree, let's begin!"
The one named Donna walked over to the cabinets and taking out a set of keys, opened one of the locked ones. Taking out a couple of small boxes, she turned to the table and handed one to the one named Val. Silently, they started the process of building Sam. Donna opened her box and took out a set of earphones and slipped them over Sam's ears. Attaching them to a tape recorder, she inserted three tapes from the box in it and turned on the machine. Although Sam was quite unaware of what was happening to him now, his subconcious brain would listen to the message of the tapes over and over as they played their special message to him.
Valerie on the other hand was also busy with her box. As she opened it, she took out a number of vials, all numbered, and set them on the table. Getting out a sheet of instructions, she read them over and took the vial numbered one and filled a syringe with its contents. Bending over the table, she took the syringe and, aiming carefully slightly below Sam's left nipple, pushed the first of many body building doses into Sam. Done with that, she took number two and injected it into his right nipple.
As she finished up, she went over the check list to confirm that she had placed the correct doses in the right place. Checking them off as she went along, right nipple, left nipple, right and left testicle area, right and left buttock region, both facial cheek areas, and both lower rib cage areas. Confident that she was done, she disposed of all the used vials and syringes. She then went over to the cabinet and relocked it with the key.
"Are the tapes going now, Donna?"
"Yes they are and judging by the brain wave activity I'm seeing here on the monitor, they are working quite nicely. Are you finished yet?"
"Yep, just got done. Looks like we can leave Sam alone for awhile. It's going to be a few hours before we can see any real changes to the body."
"I agree. I was told that it took at least four hours before mine began to take shape."
"I guess I was lucky then, mine started changing within the first couple of hours."
"Well, while we're waiting let's get something to eat."
"Sounds good to me!"
With that, the two buxomly women left the room as Sam's body and mind began to accept the physical and mental changes that were begining to change his life forever.
Sometime later, the women reentered the room. Standing at the edge of the table, they both smiled and looked at one another, glad that the fluids were starting to work. Looking at their watches, they could see that Sam had been held under by the electrical stimulus for five hours. As they slowly studied every inch of his skin, they marveled at how well the jelly had at first completely dissolved all of Sam's bodily hair. Not a trace was found. Also, the way that the solution had smoothed out his skin and its complexion to where the skin looked almost as pure as a babies.
After making sure that his skin had received the proper treatment, they started to look at the parts where Val had made her injections. The first visible sign was in Sam's chest area, where now there were budding mounds of beauty as the body reproportioned its bodily fat from other areas into the breast area. Also very noticeable was the darkening and enlargement of his aureolas, as they were now almost the size of halfdollars and quite darker than they had been. His nipples were not as affected but they both knew from experience that that would not happen till later in the program anyway.
His facial changes had not begun to happen, either, so they both went further down his body to his hips and groin area. First, Donna could see that the shots in the rib cage area were already making headway, as the lower half of his cage was already dissolving and shrinking inwards. This, coupled with the expansion of his hips would most definitely make the most dramatic changes in his outward appearance, at least until his breasts fully developed. Satisfied they moved onward to his groin area where they could both see that his testicles had already withdrawn from view as Val felt his scrotal sac for any sign of them. All that was felt was the empty sac. Looking at Donna, she smiled and nodded as they also knew that his body was rapidly accepting the drugs and was hurriedly making the changes that it was being forced to do by them. Donna checked the tapes that were busy funneling the new psychological patterns into Sam's brain, erasing his old and soon to be unuseful male patterning, while at the same time, slowly molding his brain into that of the female that he was becoming physically.
The brain monitoring equipment was setup to read at any given moment how much of the "reprogramming" had been completed and as she checked the instruments, they informed her that Sam was almost 60 percent done. This she surmised was why the physical changes, at least some of them, were happening faster than most of their previous clients. She also knew that soon they would have to bring Sam out of his induced coma to let the program begin to work on his concious mind. Nodding to Val, they both knew that it was almost time to do so. They went to the cabinets once again and retrieved some cleaning agents and towels from there. Back at the table, they began to remove the jelly that Sam had lathered on his body.
Completing the task of washing Sam's body off, they left the room for a moment and returned, wheeling in another cart, this one had what looked to be the back half of some knid of mold on it. The contours in the mold were those of a body similar in shape to Sam. Wheeling the cart next to the table Sam was on, they locked the wheels and prepared to lift Sam from the table and place him on the cart. Both knew that as soon as Sam's hands were removed from the railings, that he would then slowly begin to recover conciousness. Swiftly, they pried his hands from the rails and placed them on his stomach. Reaching over him, they then lifted him from the head and feet and slid him effortlessly into the mold on the other table. Amazingly, his body fit the mold perfectly as they took his hands and arms and placed them in the part of the mold for them. Donna looked over at the brain monitor and saw that his level of conciousness was beginning to show signs of recovering and she knew they had to work fast in order to not startle the client.
Once more to the cabinets, Val retrieved from one of the locked ones a thin sheet of what looked to be a long piece of plastic of some sort. She handed one end to Donna and they stretched it out over Sam's body. Donna placed the top of it just over the top of Sam's head pressing the edges of it down on the mold. As she did this, Val was busy on the other end pressing the edges of it down around the lower half of Sam. With a knife, she removed the excess from the sheet as she worked her way up from the feet and ankles to her legs until she reached the waist area. As she reached the groin area, she stopped for a quick look at Sam's genitals and could see that his sac had all but disappeared from view and his penis was halfway withdrawn into the cavity above it. She knew by the looks of things that it wouldn't be very long until Sam would begin to show signs of his new genital growth. Turning away from there and back to her work, she moved up past the waist area continually pressing the edges of the sheet down and trimming the excess off. Finally at the neck area, she had Donna pull the top back off and she slowly worked the sheeting around Sam's facial contours. Getting to the mouth, nose and eyes, she carefully made incisions in the sheeting where they were, placing the sheeting firmly around the face, making sure there was no excees folds or wrinkles. Satisfied, she then sealed off his head by pressing the last of the sheeting down and around him and removing the last of the excess material.
As Val was busy enclosing the clients body, Donna kept a vigil on the brain monitor, making absoulutely sure that Sam would not regain enough of his concoiusness to screw things up. They both knew that until they got him totally sealed up in the body form, that it was imperatinve that he not come around. Once they finished though, it was of no matter, since the client would not be able to move in the "cocoon" they had placed him in. Having to have removed the headphones from Sam while they were doing this, Donna had placed hearing receivers in each of his ears so that after he was in the cocoon, they would be able to continue the program through wireless transmissions. Now she started up the mental part of the program again, feeding his brain more of the psychological programming necessary for his body building.
"Okay, now that he's secure in the cocoon and the sheeting is in place, let's slide it back onto the table and plug it in," said Val.
"Okay, I've got the machine back up and running and the feedback is telling me that it is working. It shouldn't be too much longer now, don't you think?" Donna replied.
"No, not long at all, but first we have to get the cocoon into action for the final steps."
"Fine, let's do it."
With that the two women grabbed the cocoon and slid it onto the table and strapped it down so it wouldn't move. As Donna took the cart and wheeled it into the next room, Val took some lengths of rubber tubing from the cabinet and attached them to various points along the sides of the cocoon. After doing that, she ran the tubing over to the wall and placed the other ends of it onto a number of orifices that stuck out from the wall. Donna had once again taken up her spot next to the brain monitor, carefully watching the activity taking place therein.
Content that her connections were all tight and ready for action, she looked at Donna.
"How is the client doing, Donna?"
"The level of activity says that within minutes, he will be fully recovered from the coma. I'd say we should see some eye activity in another five or ten minutes."
"Then we should be getting on here, shoudn't we?"
As she spoke, she was at the wall where the tubing was attached. Below each tube was a handle. She took the first one and opened it up. As she did, Donna checked the cocoon where the tubing was attached and gave Val a thumbs up, signifying that it was working. Seeing that, Val quickly opened the rest of the valves up on the wall. Somewhere behind the wall, a low hum began to be heard as a compressor started up, activated by the opening of the valves. As Val walked back to the table, a low sucking noise could be heard from the cocoon as all the air was being sucked out of the form. Sam's body was being shrink-wrapped before the women's eyes. Within seconds, the sheeting from above and the mold from below had been sucked tightly against the body of the client, wrapping it up at first but as the vacuum continued to work, to begin to compress it and, with the aid of the drugs that had been already injected into Sam, to slowly reshape and redefine the body.
"Everything looks good now, Val, we should be able to leave the client alone for the next few hours as the final changes begin to take place, the monitors will alert me if anything should go wrong between now and then and we can come back and take care of it."
"That sounds good to me, Donna, I'm whipped. This always is a lot more work for us than it is for the client, and a break sounds good right now."
Checking things carefully and making sure things were in order, the two of them left Sam, knowing that within minutes he would be fully awake and alert and wondering what was going on.
Slowly drifting up out of his coma, Sam opened his eyes. As he lay there adjusting his eyesight, he could see that he was still in the same room. He wondered how long he had been there and what had happened. The last thing he could think of doing was grabbing the rails of the table and now here he was. He felt nothing as he laid there and as he tried to move, he found that he was immobilized. Try as he might, he found that none of his body would or could move. He began to get scared as his thoughts began to run wild. It was then that he noticed the soothing music playing in the room. It sounded strange to him, though, because it felt as if the room was full of the music as he couldn't hear anything else. Unknown to him, the music was coming from the ear sets and laid into the tracks of music were the psychological imprinting instructions that his brain was rapidly accepting.
The genetic structure of his body had at this point been totally altered and it was just a matter of hours until both his body and his mind were also totally changed to reflect the difference. As the shrink wrapped form laid there, it was being slowly squeezed into a new feminine figure. Gone were the hairy chest and replaced by a set of, by now, voluptuous, amply sized breasts whose final figure would be somewhere in the 44DD range. Also removed was his flabby midsection, of which most was moved upwards into his breasts with the rest going down into his hips, and replaced by a set of well rounded hips flowing up into a miniscule waist of 28 inches. This being enhanced by the dissolvement of his two lower ribs as his upper torso curved inwards to meet the new waist. Moving down, his genital area had now completely reformed itself and instead of his puny penis and testicles there, there was now a lovely flowering bush of beauty as his vagina had been completed. The wrapping technique had also slowly taken all the body fat from his legs and arms and they were now lean and muscular.
The final physical changes and the best were those in the facial region. Gone was the half balding head of hair and it was replaced with a long mane of silky soft brunette beauty. Below that, the face resembled nothing of the past as the cheek bones had been raised and puffed out with some recontoured fat along with the lips that now had a puffiness to them, as well as a poutable look to them that in the future would drive men wild. The old, bulging nose had been reshaped into a thin ridged nose with just the hint of an upturn to it. The brow bone had been recessed and softened making the brows stand out and above the slightly hooded eyes that now were present. As it stood now, even Sam would not know who the party was lying there on the table.
Donna and Val had returned from their rest period and were now busy monitoring Sam's progress from the next room. As they looked at the client through the special wall, they could see that he was awake and that his eyes were open. Looking at the brain monitor Donna could see that the programming was at the 98 percent mark and it was just a matter of time now before the client had completed the body building program. Val picked up headset and put it on. Adjusting the mike in front of her, she began to speak.
"Sam?"
There was no response from the client.
"Sam, are you there?"
Lying there, the client heard someone talking above the music now. They were saying the name Sam. Who was Sam? the client thought. There it is again. I wonder who this Sam person is. Both Donna and Val watched the monitor as she spoke the name Sam. The waves revealed that the client indeed recognized that there was such a word but had no immeadiate response as to who Sam was. They then knew that the job was about finished.
"Jeanette? Can you hear me?" Val spoke.
The client, lying there, heard the name and their brain triggered off a series of reactions within the body at the sound of it. Why, that's me. Who is that calling me, I can't see anyone but I can hear them. Looking over at the monitor, Val could see the large jump in brain activity and took off the headphones.
"Let's go, it's time to introduce ourselves."
Donna nodded and they both got up and walked into the next room. As Donna walked over to the table, Val moved to the wall and shut off all the valves. Instantly, the laboring noise of the compressor quit. Getting a knife from the cabinet, Val moved quickly to the table and sliced open the cocoon that Jeanette had been wrapped in. A low whoosh could be heard as she worked her way down one side and up the other. Following her around the table, Donna pulled the wrapping off the skin slowly and delicately so as to not injure the skin. As Val worked, she cautioned the client to not move in any way. As she moved around the table, she inspected the body and found that they had indeed built a beautiful body, from the feet to the hips and breasts and all the way to the face.
Finished with the unwrapping, they took the cocoon and discarded it and turned their attention back to the client.
"Well, Jeanette, you have been here almost 35 hours now and it seems that you have completed our little program in record time. Isn't that great?" Val said.
"Yes, I guess so but just what is it that I was here for? Right now, I can't remember a thing about why I came here."
At this, Donna spoke up, " You came here for our special program, to have your body built, don't you remember?"
Jeanette, who, by now had sat up, said, "No, I can't recall any of that!"
"Well, that's okay, I'm sure that it will all come back to you soon enough." Val smirked as she knew what would happen. "Since we're done here, you can get dressed and go home now."
"I can? Great, and this is all done?"
"Yes it is, and you'll find your clothing in the next room," Donna told her as she opened the door for her. "We'll let you dress by yourself and if you ever need any more help with your body or you know of some friends that might need us, there are some business cards on the table in there."
"Thanks, thanks a lot," said Jeanette as she walked into the next room. As she did, Donna closed the door behind her and sealed it off.
In the next room, Jeanette opened a locker that was hanging there and looked at the clothes within. Taking them out, she could see that they were men's clothing and she wondered where her clothes were. Turning bacHi!