The Inheritance - Part Three

"...I mean..." Jane continues from earlier, done with her hemming and hawing. "Soften you up."

As if reacting to her words the vibrations surrounding me begin to build in intensity. Despite my numbed body I can feel that something was wrong as my vision becomes more and more distorted and shaky by the second. My ears ring and my head aches, my mind struggling to form even a single thought under the rattling passing through my skull.

In the few brief moments I can make out anything through my hazy vision I notice my arms and chest rapidly losing definition. What little lean muscles I had in my chest seemed to melt away, my pectorals sagging into some gelatinous form beneath me. My arms sadly follow suit, the softening insides warping as the cushioned armrests begin to squeeze against them. I can only assume the same is occurring to the remainder of my body, my listing head unable to inspect much as it rests on my shoulder limply.

A short sharp gasp escapes my lips as I watch the supple doughy flesh around my body quiver ever so slightly, the hanging flab and softened muscle on my chest appearing to drain away as my belly slowly begins to bulge and distend. My arms rapidly follow suit, my skin quickly growing loose and sagging as what lay inside shifts away to join the rest of my mass in my straining stomach.

From my limited view I can tell I look downright emaciated, my flapping empty skin pooling around tiny bones in my arms that appear to have been shaved down to the bare minimum. The subtle tugging on my face and neck inform me that the same sensation was likely occurring across my whole body, a rapid repurposing of all available material while leaving just enough behind to maintain my body's structure.

My stomach and thighs got the worst of it, the bulging straining flesh filled with god-knows-what as dark stretch marks leave me looking like I'm about to burst under the internal pressure.

"Alright Mr. Hughes, it looks like we may have enough body mass here to do all the changes that were requested. If not...well we'll play that by ear" Jane states over the crackling speakers, pausing as she avoids bringing up what would happen if I lacked the 'mass' for my new assets.

Before Jane can explain what is to come next the room with filled with the loud sound of bones breaking and reforming over and over, the overtly visible bones in my arms shifting beneath the skin in a manner that is downright sickening.

"First we need to do some structural reworks, starting the process from the ground up" Jane explains with a chuckle. "Height, build, even your facial features will change around a..." Jane continues, obviously being a bit of the talkative type. However, as the crackling in the room grows loud Jane cuts her train of thought short.

With each painful sounding crunch and snap I watch as my arms shorten ever so slightly, the bones within shrinking back up while the separated bone is used to thicken out the parts that were done with their changes. For a moment I imagine just what was happening to my legs, the sounds coming from over the edge of the chair sounding far louder and more violent than the comparatively sharp noises in my arms.

However, my attention rapidly shifts as I feel my breath suddenly forced from my lungs. My eye twitches in discomfort as I feel my ribs snap inside my chest, each of the curved bones cracking and reshaping as my lungs are squeezed from within. I'm left gagging and gasping for breath as the bottom ribs shift further and further in, creating an extremely tapered waist while the remainder merely shifts to match the same scale of my rapidly diminishing limbs.

Suddenly a loud crunch fills the room, a series of popping noises quickly following as the left side of my hip begins to adjust. While it appears to reduce in size like the rest of my body the bone within is simply added to the sides as they begin to flare out and stretch my already strained skin even further beneath my distended stomach.

While unable to really see what was occurring beneath me I'm soon hit with another bout of changes beyond my sight as a rapid collection of pops and snaps ring out extremely closer to my ears. My jaw, cheekbones, and skull in general rapidly begin to undergo some structural changes, causing the skin around my face to sag even more as I begin to take on an unseen feminine appearance.

Before long the only sound in the room is that of my ragged gasping breaths, my compressed body causing me to struggle to breathe due to the lopsided changes. My skin appears to be more like a poorly fitted morph suit or costume than a part of my body, with large folds and wrinkles dangling from my small internal frame and my hands looking like oversized gloves.

I'm thankful for the anesthetic, the idea of feeling these changes causing me to reel in terror despite being left to watch and hear the terrible ways my body was being broken and reformed into a new shape.

"Al...right" mutters Jane once again, her voice making her sound somewhat distracted as she does some unseen task from her office elsewhere. "Height...build...facial..structure..." she continues under her breath, checking off what must have been some sort of list.

I try to shift in my seat, to see what has occurred to me beyond drained arms and overfilled abdomen. However, even if I still had any real degree of musculature I wouldn't have a chance of lifting myself from my seat with the heavy weight of my bio-mas-filled belly holding me down. I try to say something, anything, to Jane but all I manage to do is cause my tongue to flop uselessly from my smaller feeling mouth.

"Please remain still" Jane calls out with no small amount of concern in her voice. "I know it's...uncomfortable, trust me, but it'll be fixed soon. We'll start on soft features next, just one more step after that."

For a moment I'm left wondering what this would entail, my mind having grown hazy from the barrage of sensations wracking me and my restricted breathing. However, I don't have to wait long to work things out as the humming from the walls comes back accompanied by a gurgling in my stomach.

A frightened squeak slips out from my throat in my deep voice as I watch my disgustingly bulging belly begin to shift, small dime-sized pieces of fat and muscle falling away from the general mass as they shift under my skin. While unable to really feel them moving the sight is still horrifying, memories of the scarabs from the Mummy wracking my mind as I fail in my weak attempts to writhe in my seat. I'm forced to watch as these tiny globs of flesh lurch bit by bit up towards my arms and down to my legs, likely in an attempt to refill my lower limbs like they were with my arms.

However, this hope is somewhat struck down as I watch my hips slowly begin to rise in the seat as something is formed beneath my firm bony backside. As more of my stomach drains away, my arms growing just slightly softer while still appearing downright empty, I watch helplessly as my ass rapidly begins to fill out. I can't help but whimper at the sight, each cheek appearing to fight to take up as much real estate on my new widened hips as they can.

My eyes dart down to my chest as I watch the little lumps shift upwards, my limited breath escaping in a gasp as I imagine just what will happen next. However, what few there were at my chest quickly move up further, reaching my collarbone before escaping my sight. As my tongue hangs out the side of my mouth, drool slowly running down my chin and dripping onto my chest, I feel my lips begin to swell with these new unseen additions. A small barrage of changes occur beneath the hanging skin around my face, my new facial structure being filled out in ways I could only imagine.

Slowly but surely I feel my tongue begin to shift against my will, the slippery organ reaching further and further down my chin and more and more muscle is added to it as begins to reach towards my chest on its own.

I watch as the last of the fatty mass in my stomach begins to separate into two large orbs in my abdomen before they begin their slow oozing crawl up towards my chest. I gasp and groan as I feel the oozing mass press against my ribs, forcing what limited air I had from my compressed lungs as the massive weights begin to consume the lower portion of my vision. They tent out my skin as the fatty mounds take up position underneath my nipples, the masses quickly firming up and appearing rock-solid as if anticipating some further change.

My breath, already shallow and leaving me light-headed, suddenly becomes even more strained as I feel a sickening sensation rock my inside. My vision begins to fade, crushing darkness beginning to creep in from the edge of my sight and enveloping me for a moment as I feel my organs shift to match my new shape.

As my vision slowly returns I notice yet a further change as the tiled room around me seems to blur to an extreme degree. Blinking rapidly, hoping that some sweat or tears had become caught in my eye, does nothing to refresh my vision as I'm left whimpering in my deep masculine voice. Thankfully, as the room slowly comes back from the brink of darkness I feel my breathing returning to normal, or at least as normal as it can be with the crushing weight on my chest.

My mind is frayed and on a knifes edge, the sensations rocking me making it difficult to focus. The humming walls change slightly in pitch, the sharpness of the tone causing me to choke up a little. It is like someone is strangling me from the inside, some unseen hand tightly grasping my neck and digging in as I let out a weak gasp. The gasp escaping my throat sounds like I'm going through puberty in reverse, my deep voice pitch shifting into something more sweet and squeaky.

While I listen to my gasps grow sweeter and more feminine I notice something in the edge of my vision. In the valley between the two masses on my chest, the dribbling spit running down from my elongated tongue between them, I watch as my cock grows harder by the second. Before long, my full ten-inch cock is at full attention looking downright laughable on my tiny shrunken form.

"Impressive" whispers Jane over the speakers, the microphone picking up her quiet voice despite her intentions. "It's new owner will love that."

My sweet adorable whimper grows in pitch and fervor as my cock begins to twitch and pulse beneath me, the massive engorged rod begging for me to wrap my petite hands around it. However, after only a few seconds I'm wracked with a long drawn-out pleasure that pins my weakened form further into the seat. Moans fill the room, overpowering the humming from the walls as I begin to coat myself in thick ropes of cum. My now flattened stomach soon becomes painted in the foul white liquid, my thighs getting a thin covering along with the seat itself.

My eyes go wide as I watch the thick pumps of jizz seemingly refuse to stop, my cock appearing to shrink slightly with each and every mind-numbing pulse of pleasure. Soon the spray of cum begins to turn into weak and pathetic spouts of out-white liquid, my cock quickly disappearing from my sight, with the thin watery substance covering my pelvis as I feel my balls flatten against me. With a loud groan my back arches, a sensation of something forcefully pushing its way inside me filling my abdomen as my body begins to convulse and shake from sheer rapturous pleasure.

I find myself slowly coming down from the most powerful orgasm of my life, my eyes glazing over and my body now coated in a mixture of sweat and cum. My mind is so consumed by the feelings wracking my body I barely notice the creeping red strands at the edges of my vision, matted and sweaty sunset red hair slowly creeping from my scalp and consuming the edges of my blurred and unfocused vision.

Mewling weakly, my body and mind unable to stand much more of this manipulation, I hear Jane call out over the speakers once again.

"There we go sweetheart, looks like you made a bit of a mess" she says with a chuckle, pausing to check my reaction but sadly getting nothing whatsoever. "Don't worry, that's the last time you'll be doing something like that...but cleaning it up though...well..." she continues, still laughing a little to herself as she reminds me of my new side of the gender fence. I didn't have the capacity to tell her she was wrong, that I liked women and that despite being a woman it didn't mean I'd be dealing with cum anytime soon.

"Let's...just..." she murmurs, doing something from her office as the humming in the walls grows to a painfully high pitch. I can feel my body hair stand on end, my hair covering my arms and chest standing at attention as though charged with static electricity. With a subtle squeak from my soft lips I watch as the coarse dark hairs begin to fall from my body, sticking to the cum on my stomach and legs or merely falling in the crevices of the seat.

As if demanding not to be left out I watch as my skin begins to tighten, my rough and somewhat blemished pale skin rapidly smoothing out and taking on a perfectly pale and flawless complexion. What skin wasn't needed appears to disappear into my body, the mass becoming repurposed into fat and muscle as it shifts over towards my chest. My arms quickly become delicate and slender, my fingers and hands so soft and petite that I wonder if I could have even wrapped one around my former member and how that would have felt.

My hair shifts around for a moment at the edges of my vision, the sagging skin around my face and head reshaping and tightening to rest properly over my new features as I let out a suddenly surprised gasp. The painful-looking stretch marks around my stomach rapidly begin to disappear, the extreme parts of the procedure vanishing before my very eyes only to be replaced with a small number of white marks to make the body appear 'lived in' or more likely simply a part traded over from whoever had these hips herself.

I watch as the last few stragglers of mass reach towards my rock-hard chest, my skin tightening around it as something shifts beneath. For a few more moments they hold their unnaturally firm shape, the mounds of fat and muscle beneath my chest looking bolted on. However, as the humming in the walls suddenly ceases I'm met with the sight and sensation of the massive orbs tugging at my chest. My skin snaps taut as my shoulders roll forward to accommodate the weight, the massive mounds pooling downwards on my chest before tapering up slightly with a pale pink pointed nipple and tiny areola resting at the end of each one. I whimper and whine as I watch my new chest rise and fall with each of my breaths, blue veins slowly easing into place just below the milky surface, the fat pooling off the sides of my chest and rubbing against my frail arms as I realize how top-heavy I was.

I hear the sound of a fan turn in somewhere in the room, the airborne anesthetic being drawn out to allow me to recover and so that others can safely enter. Almost as soon as the fan start I begin to notice sensation returning to my body, aches and pains filling my mind along with the feeling of the enormous weight hanging from my chest. I want to gag at the feeling of the rapidly cooling cum covering my lower body, the sticky substance against my smooth sensitive skin causing my mind to reel in revulsion as I recognize it as the last of my cum.

Before I can muster the strength to move from my seat I watch the door open, Jane quickly entering in with a round metal object in her hands. She quickly paces over to me, trying to untangle the mess of cables hanging off from what looks like a high-tech colander.

"What is..." I weakly groan, freezing up as I hear my sweet and gentle sing-song voice escaping my tired lips.

"Just the...last...part..." Jane explains, reaching the seat and bending down to plug in the cabling to a socket at the side of the seat. I hear a loud click beneath me before the looming figure of Jane turns to her standing position. Before I can say another word she reaches out to me, grabbing my head and easily manipulating it up from the headrest. I whimper as I feel just how much weaker and smaller I am, the slender woman moving me about less like a grown man and more like a tired teenage refusing to leave bed.

"Just stay still for a minute" Jane demands as she places the metal object around my head, a strange cool gel sticking to several areas around my forehead as she slides it into place.

"What is..." I murmur, my words getting cut short as I feel my thought grow distant and unfocused. I grip the arms of the chair with my small fingers, my nails digging into the soft fabric as I twitch and spasm in my seat. The sensation is hard to describe, it was like the moment of waking up from a realistic dream where you're unable to grasp what is a dream and what is real. My mind quickly becomes muddled, unable to grasp at anything as I try to work out what the hell is happening to me.

After an unknown amount of time I feel the shocking sensation come to an end, a low drawn-out breath escaping my lungs as I feel my arms and fingers ache after tensing for who knows how long.

"Ca c'était quoi?" I mutter in a weak breathy voice, blinking rapidly as I realize my words coming out in some other language than English. Jane herself chuckles a little as she registers my confusion, my eyes going wide as they dart around in search of an answer.

"Can you still understand me?" she asks very slowly, holding up her hand with a single finger extended. "Can you follow my finger?...finger" she continues, slowing her words even more as she wriggles the extended digit.

"I can..." I pant, pausing as I listen to myself speak English with a slight amount of effort. "That...that's a French accent...I think?" I think to myself, swallowing hard as come to realize just what the headset had done to me and at the thought of what else could have been changed.

Following her finger as she moves it in front of my face I take a deep breath, trying my best to center my disjointed and panicked thoughts.

"I can...speak English and...French as well" I mewl softly, my lips quivering as I listen to the sweet dulcet tones of my voice drip with the trappings of an intense French accent.

"That's right!" Jane chirps excitedly, glad to hear me speak in English as a sign the swaps worked.

"And the...accent?" I whimper, wincing as I listen to it escape my lips with each and every utterance.

"Well you wouldn't be much of a French farm girl without it would you..."