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“…Can you hear me, Mr. Thompson?” Eric groggily opened his eyes, his vision adjusting to the sight of a man in a suit standing where he had been expecting his surgeon to be waiting for him post-surgery. “Whahappened?” He groaned groggily, his voice sounding strangely high pitched as his eyes slowly focused. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re still in the hospital, but there was an incident during your surgery. During the operation, an agent of ours was shot and exposed to the compound while attempting to secure it. He was rushed to the nearest hospital for treatment before the compound’s effects were completely understood. Unfortunately, its level of contagiousness was severely underestimated and a number of patients and staff located in the surgical wing were infected before its spread was contained. You are one of those people.” Eric tried to force out a laugh, more to clear his throat and get his normal voice back than anything else. “So, what does that even mean? I have some kind of...

OBSERVATION NOTES: SUBJECT 13 PHASE I, DAY 1 Subject is Male, 5’9, 212 lbs. 47 years old. Showing signs of confusion as sedatives wear off. Formula has been injected while unconscious without event. Formula 12-B has been approved for testing, with close observation applied to ensure racial and psychological modifications match expected profile. Beginning observation for stage one. DAY 5 Subject is threatening legal action towards any staff interacted with. Reluctantly eats meals enough to maintain dosage necessary for further physical progress. Weight loss is more pronounced than in previous subjects, height loss is still minimal. DAY 15 Like previous formula, subject is increasingly docile. Interactions with staff are increasingly positive, with little mention of Subject’s previous identity. Physical changes have accelerated, including weight loss, reduction in perceived age, minor loss in height, and significant redistribution of fat towards the breasts and rear. Skin is noticeably m...

OBSERVATION NOTES: SUBJECT 12 PHASE I, DAY 1 Subject is Male, 6’1, 190 lbs. 20 years old. Collected walking home alone from late class at college campus five hours earlier. Showing signs of moderate distress as sedatives wear off. Formula has been injected while unconscious without event. Beginning observation for stage one. DAY 5 Subject still displays heightened levels of hostility, threatens staff with physical aggression upon most interactions. Formula is progressing as expected, with approximately 10% reduction in body mass and 3 inch reduction in height. Subject has noticed decrease in muscle mass but attributes cause to diet and a lack of exercise. Dosage increased for stage two. DAY 15 Subject is noticeably more docile upon interaction, has had positive interactions with both male and female staff members. Physical changes have increased in pace, including moderate facial feminization and initial stages of breast growth. Subject’s height and weight have stabilized at 5’5 and 15...

Wait, you can’t leave me like this! I’m traveling with friends! My family’s back home, they’ll notice i’m gone!” he pleaded, clinging to any hope he could reason with his kidnappers. “Just let me free and i’ll pretend like this never happened, i swear!” The man paused at the door, stopping to listen to Alex’s argument as he trailed off, waiting for a reaction. A few seconds later, he responded with a soft laugh, his cold smile sucking the air out of the room. “Do you really believe you’re the first person we’ve done this to?” He asked in lightly accented english. “Your parents are getting the news as we speak. You and your friends decided that Japan was nice to visit, but you’ve decided to move on to Thailand next. Once the updates stop in a few weeks and you’re finally reported missing, they’ll be focusing their search on a completely different country than your new home. That’s where all the evidence will point, anyways.” “As for your friends? You’ll see them soon enough,” He laughed...

Michelle almost couldn’t help herself from laughing as she saw her “boyfriend” posing for a selfie in the mirror. While some women had sex kinks, she had more of an opposite sex kink - As in, nothing turned her on more than finding strong, masculine men and gradually turning them into submissive, gorgeous young women. She had met Thomas at the gym six months ago and instantly saw his potential. A few dates later, and she had him hooked. It was pretty simple, really: A little hypnotic suggestion and a regimen of extra strength pills snuck into his food and he was already halfway there, all it took after that was time.   And as she looked on at Thomas, she knew that he was almost finished. Honestly, she was a bit jealous of her handiwork - The new Thomas had hips to die for, not to mention the full, perky tits that might even be bigger than her own at this point. Besides, judging by his choice of outfit today, he was starting to become a lot more fun, flirty, and feminine than he eve...

It felt like he was betraying himself, every pill taking him further and further away from his male body, but as guilty as it made him feel, a part of him was starting to crave the changes they brought on.   He had come to live with his aunt a few months ago, embarrassed that he had no other options but to live under her strict rules. School hadn’t worked out, and it wasn’t like he had any job prospects lined up. She had put him up in the guest bedroom, an embarrassingly feminine room. Something she had later let slip was meant for her daughter, if she’d ever have one. The stay was contingent on two rules: One, he was to help her with her work, and Two, he was to never disobey a request. Her work, as it turned out, was genetic research. She was a scientist pioneering a new type of gene therapy to push the body towards its genetic potential, something she was eager to move past clinical trials. He had started taking the pills a week into his stay. It was a relatively easy ask, he th...

Working security at the new chemical plant outside of town had it’s benefits, but unfortunately safety regulations weren’t one of them. Andres had been hired as a night guard at the plant a few weeks back, and was loving it so far. His only job was to make sure no one broke in overnight, a job that in his mind, was already being done well enough by the locked gates and alarm system, leaving him with a lot of free time on his hands. Growing bored of sitting by the security desk all night watching TV, he had begun exploring the facility in his spare time, including snagging a quick workout at the employee gym which he’d usually follow with a long shower in the locker room to pass the time.   That evening, however, after his usual workout, he noticed a restricted sign posted on the locker room door, restricting access to cleanup personnel while a leak was being investigated. Sweaty from a particularly intense workout, Andres decided to use his access card to swipe into the room anyway...