Transformations Adam Ii Ch 01

Transformations: The Second Book of Adam Ch. 1

By Wayne and Ann Triskelion

Comments welcome!

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Foreword

You may be wondering where we've been? Ann has been busy with her graphic novels and I, Wayne, have been writing under a different pseudonym.

It's no excuse. I can and often do work on multiple projects at once and churn out one-two thousand words a day.

The issues are deeper - some I can talk about and some I cannot.

I needed to put out a book under the other pseudonym. It went from an 80,000 word, normal novel to a massive 140k+ endeavor. It's done and dusted now.

The other major issue involves the very nature of Transformations itself. When we first conceived of Transformations (a long time ago now), we wanted to see if it was possible to take a porn concept and create a big, rambling science fiction saga out of it. If you're still reading our work at this point? We suppose the answer to that question was 'yes'.

When we started out, there was an issue we hadn't considered: as you draw ever closer to the conclusion of a story this big? There's going to be more story than sex in the climactic

erotic

novels.

We've had to abandon two Transformations stories because they either had too much sex and not enough story or vice versa. We had good story ideas that just had to end up on the cutting room floor.

So here we are with the Second Book of Adam. It's important for the story as a whole - a continuance of the 'Hero's Journey' if you're familiar with the concept.

There's a short list of stories that must be told to bring Transformations home. They are in order (more or less):

Transformations: The Second Book of Adam

Transformations: The Trial of Dr. Demona

Transformations: Hellstorm

Transformations: Ad Infernum

Transformations: Ad Astra

The Demonica novel we were going to write just doesn't fit. Yes, it would be a fun departure into my horror writing roots; however, it isn't necessary for the overall story.

Maria Marapova's origin story will be included (in abbreviated form) in Ad Infernum. There will be no standalone: Transformations: Maria Marapova, although Ann's cover with its pseudo-Cyrillic typeface was pretty kick-ass in my opinion.

The Trial of Dr. Demona will be a hell of a lot of fun and I'm chomping at the bit to write it, same with Hellstorm.

Honestly, I would put off Ad Infernum and Ad Astra as long as I could, but that wouldn't be fair. They are the conclusion to the whole story and that will make them bittersweet - when you live with these characters in your head for over a decade? It'll be a little like putting them to rest.

There are no massive works in the queue for that other guy who looks like me but writes very different books - at least for the foreseeable future.

We hope you enjoy The Second Book of Adam.

Wayne and Ann Triskelion

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Playlist:

"Souls On Fire," Mad Gallica

"Love Of My Life," Paralandria

"Old Gods," Green Lung

"Sogno di Volare," Christopher Tin

"Freak Of Nature," Broods

"Ghosts (How Can I Move On)," Muse

"Leviathan," Volbeat

"Darling," MCC [Magna Carta Cartel]

"Immortal But Destructible," Volbeat

"Blood Of A Lion," Beast in Black

"You Are My Home," Thomas Bergerson

Ten Years Ago

The man thrusts into his wife. It is not fucking, it is making love.

David and Helen Pritchard are in love. Their marriage is young, yes, but they feel they have loved one another their whole lives. This is magic, human magic, what every human who's ever lived hopes for and only a select few actually experience.

He moves within her, filling her, the sound of the Atlantic waves crashing against the Long Island beach keeping rhythm with their dance.

She cums and he feels it, feels her body squeezing him just as tight as her arms encircling his ribs.

He holds back, slows, kissing her lips gently drawing her against him.

David feels the storm in her body quieten.

Then he begins to move again, and she moans. She bites his lip, draws her nails across his back.

It's so hard to hold back, to make it last. The drive to release inside her warm depths is overpowering.

She locks her legs around his hips. "Inside me. Inside me. Please..."

They've been trying to get pregnant, and they miss no opportunity to make their dream a reality.

She laughs as he cums, filling her with his seed for what will be the last time.

Then they collapse into each other's arms.

***

"Don't go, it's too windy," Helen whispers from the tangled sheets.

He pulls the zipper of his wetsuit up. "That's the thing about wind surfing - you need wind," he says with a smile.

"Har, har..." She rolls onto her stomach and smiles. "I could entice you."

He sits down beside her. "You could definitely entice a sailor from the sea."

"Hmm," she whispers. "I hear a

but

."

"Just a quick jaunt and I'll be back." He touches her face. "We can have lunch in the village."

She smiles.

***

David slips aways from shore, heading into the breakers. He heads east away from shore, thousands of miles ahead of him is Europe.

A shorter distance to the south lies Cuba where insanity has taken hold - an insanity that will soon spread to the entire world.

But David has no lofty goals of exploration.

A few hundred yards from shore, no more.

And then back to her.

He does not see the wave build, the rogue as tall as a five-story building.

A fluke the locals will say. Something no one could have predicted.

It strikes, a wall of dark green and cold.

David's world turns upside down as he is driven deep beneath the surface of the Atlantic.

And, in that cold, love dies and even gods may cry.

***

Almost 68,000 Years Later

From the Archives of the First Galactic Empire

Made possible by a grant from the Empress

Retrieved April 10, 70052 AD (Corrected)

Original 21st Century English

Note from the Empress:

I was wrong then. I was so very wrong. We owe them everything.

- EMAM

The Second Book of Adam

Mid 21st Century Earth

Draft Version with Notes

And in those dark days after Akimi Maru di Kincaid was nearly killed, Goddess Maria Marapova sought out treachery within her own Whore Caste. Everyone was suspect, none were above scrutiny. The goddess created a new subcaste: the Femme, a group of totes huge, 'roided out, bimbos who were her eyes, ears, and muscle at every Whore Caste installation.

(Ed. Note: For the last time, stop saying 'totes' and refrain from using slang terms like 'roided out' and 'bimbos' - refer to the Femme as 'giantess enforcers'. This is a formal religious text.)

The Femme's mission was two-fold: First, seek out Whore Caste members working against Maria's wishes, and second? Find the powerful being named Adam whom she considered a danger both to the will of Morpheus and her own plans.

So it came to pass that a group of Femme came to Stallion's in Ithaca, New York - a place where, unbeknownst to the Femme, both targeted groups were represented.

For the god Adam loved a woman there as no other man had ever loved a woman. Adam and Sugar were totes in love... like really totes smitten... he, like, couldn't get enough of that Sugar. He was hitting that coochie hard.

(Ed. Note: Remove the 'totes'. Also, tone down the sex, it's vulgar...)

***

Now

The Hills Above Stallion's Adult Video

Outside Ithaca, New York

It wasn't like fucking - calling it fucking was like calling the Great Pyramids some rocks in the desert. Sugar had two clits, one outside and one deep on the inside - both were being caressed with each of Adam's thrusts. Then there was also the way he was somehow doing something to her g-spot as well and that shouldn't be possible, and oh, sweet fuck! She was cumming again.

Missionary position, of all the crazy, retro... she was on her back on the blanket and that strong body of his was a machine on top of her. She knew at least a thousand better positions but still she was going off like the Fourth of July.

He was staring down at her, smiling, a million stars twinkling in the sky above them through the canopy of pines - this man-god who was less than half her age.

Adam had grown a beard, and he was looking more and more like the Adam who 'would be' and she was excited and terrified at the same time... and, Jesus, he was still pounding into her. She felt like she was made of jelly inside.

"C... Can't... Can't go any more... You... You're killing me," she laughed.

He kissed her. Then he picked her up and rolled over, switching from missionary to cowgirl without pulling out. He squeezed her buttocks as she sank all the way down on him.

"Oh, fuck... that's not... stopping," Sugar laughed.

"I love you," Adam said.

"I love you, but..."

Adam laughed. "There's always a 'but' with you."

"This is so dangerous."

"But, oh so worth it." He pulled her hips down, embedding himself deeper.

"Your Gen-Z libido is burning out my Gen-X body."

"Stop acting like age matters any longer..."

She stared at him. "Why are you aging? I mean, you're in your mid-twenties - we look the same age. Shouldn't you be nineteen forever?"

Adam shrugged. "I think... it's because I

want

us to look the same age."

She shook her head. "So not only do you have free will, your will can control your reality?"

"You sure talk a lot when you fuck, lady."

She tapped his nose with her index finger. "I'm a White Witch, we can multi-task. Aren't you even curious about how all this works?"

"We're immortal. I can fly. I can time travel. We can both reach into people's heads and fix them. What else do we need to know?"

"How about the 'why'? And you might fix people but I... oh, I don't fix them, honey."

"Angela Owens, you are not evil. Morpheus made you think that, but you are not evil."

"I'm not evil

anymore

. You... fixed me."

"You were going to change on your own eventually, I just pushed..."

She squeezed hard with her inner muscles and Adam groaned. "Do not argue with me." She began a rhythmic pulsing from the entrance of her pussy deep into her former womb.

Then she gave him the evilest smile she could muster.

"Oh! Miss Owens... you've been practicing..." Adam said.

"Yes, I almost ripped off Ray's cock last week."

Adam sat up and put his finger to her red lips. "Do not talk about anybody else you're fucking. I'm evolving but I'm not that evolved."

She rolled her eyes. "Silly boy. Such a prude. I don't mind that you fuck other women."

Adam bit his lower lip and looked away.

She took his chin in her hand and turned him to face her. "Are you serious? Nobody?"

"I... love you, okay."

"Adam... fucking isn't just recreation. It's vital. Like breathing. For the transformed, it's simply not natural..."

"Maybe I'm not

transformed

."

Sugar gave him a shy smile and then moved her hips in a tight circle while simultaneously moving those muscles she had so carefully developed deep inside.

"Oh! Fuck!" Adam said as he trembled beneath her.

"Oh, you're transformed alright... a human would have had a heart attack from that little move." She leaned down and kissed his nose. "Or at least cum so hard he felt like he was dying."

Adam smiled and kissed her deeply. Then he rolled her over onto her back and they both stopped talking.

***

Dr. Demona's Lab

Lowest Stallion's Subbasement

The chubby, naked woman lay on her back on Demona's operating table. The dark ceiling loomed high above while the bright operating theater lights hung only about twelve feet high, bathing areas of the steel floor in circles of white light.

The woman looked straight up.

Ray stood behind her, his huge Whoremaster hands massaging her temples gently. "No worries. No fears. No one here will harm you."

Dr. Demona watched the Whoremaster work his magic, calming their 'acquisition' with gentle words.

The woman was aroused.

Ray had almost no mind control power in comparison to Alex Kincaid or Willy Wanker but he had learned calming techniques over the years. Techniques that were useful when Sugar was AWOL.

"Brenda Sager, thirty-nine years old, unmarried, no kids," Demona said as she looked down at her tablet. "You've worked for that convenience store since you were eighteen?"

The woman raised her head and nodded, her eyes as big as saucers.

Demona smiled.

Ray brushed the woman's black hair away from her eyes. "Brenda's shy. I can't understand why she would be - she's beautiful."

Brenda's eyes clouded for a moment.

Demona knew the woman didn't believe Ray.

These were the times she needed Sugar beside her - Sugar's mind control could cut like a knife through depression, fear, even mental illness. Not only could Sugar tell the woman the same words Ray had? She could make Brenda

believe

them for the rest of her life.

Of course, post Adam, Sugar would only do what she felt was right.

"Thanks, Ray," Demona said.

"No problem, doc. Just call if you need me," he said as he walked away.

Brenda watched his naked form walk away into the darkness.

Demona leaned down beside her and followed her gaze. "Yes, that is one of the wonders of the world, right there. And, if you think the view from the back is impressive? The front view is even more so."

Brenda blushed.

"If you're into that sort of thing," Demona said. "I like girls myself. Although... don't tell him, but, when he fucks me? Oh, I turn bi real quick, know what I'm saying?"

She looked at Demona with her big, nearly black eyes and blinked.

"Not a big talker, huh? That's good. I get so many c

hatty Cathy's

down here it's a nice change of pace. It's always, 'Oh, no, please don't turn me into a sex toy!' Or, 'No, please don't give me breasts that big, I'll topple over.'"

Brenda continued to blink.

"Let me give you the sales pitch: Brenda, honey, you deserve better than you've had in life. Nobody should be this lonely. Now, I don't know whether it was from a puritanical upbringing or some trauma from back in the day - if my friend Sugar were here, she could find the secret to your shyness in a heartbeat and take it away as easy as I could freeze a wart off your nose..."

Brenda crossed her eyes looking at her own nose.

"No! No, no. Your skin's perfect," Demona caressed her cheek. "I represent an organization that wants to help you be the best

you

that you can imagine. Beautiful, immortal - young forever. You won't be shy anymore. You'll be confident, strong, adorable." She took Brenda's hand. "Adored."

Brenda stared into her eyes.

Demona leaned close and whispered. "Once upon a time, we did this without asking permission. In a lot of places, we still do. But, not here, when we can avoid it. So, I'll give you a choice Brenda. Say the word and we'll give you amnesia and take you right back to that convenience store. All that will be amiss will be that you lost a few hours of time. Or I can turn you into one of the most amazing creatures who ever walked the earth. Your choice."

Brenda blinked.

Then she whispered: "I don't want to go back."

Demona smiled. "That's my girl."

Brenda smiled.

Then Brenda frowned as her eyes focused on something over Demona's shoulder.

Demona stiffened and stood up straight. "Let me guess, there's a giant chick behind me, right? Looks kind of like Andre the Giant had a love child with Christie Brinkley? Terrifying but oddly... hot?"

Brenda nodded quickly.

Demona turned around and looked up at the mountain of muscles and golden braids that was Femme Helga.

The woman stared down at her.

"Hiya, tall blonde and gruesome," Demona said. "Come down here to scare my patients?"

"Where is Mistress Sugar Tits?" The deep voice asked.

Demona shrugged. "Search me. Didn't know you had misplaced her."

Helga turned and stalked away.

"Oh!" Demona said. "Check out the caves on the next level. She might be looking at the lava falls."

Demona watched her go, then she turned back to Brenda. "Gotta take care of something, gorgeous. Don't go anywhere."

Demona eased a needle into Brenda's arm and the woman passed out.

***

"Not inside me," Sugar moaned into Adam's ear.

"Sugar, come on. Just once..." He was pumping into her missionary style.

"Too precious. We need it. Whore Caste needs it."

"I need to be inside you."

"It's bigger than us. All of this. Please, Adam,"

He pulled out and she sat up.

Adam stood and Sugar took his hard god cock in both hands.

She rubbed the apple-sized head across her ruby lips.

Sugar looked up at him. "Now, all over these tits, man-god. And, I'll try very hard not to lick it off like cake icing."

"Jesus, Sugar," Adam moaned and then he was cumming across the top her big breasts.

Sugar laughed, milking jet after jet of the pearly white elixir from his cock with her strong hands.

His cum was like white gold and she wasn't going to waste a drop.

She picked up a clear plastic container from the ground and unscrewed the top. Then she dragged the lip of the container over her coated breasts, collecting the cum.

The first few times when they met here in the woods, she made him cum directly in the jar.

That hadn't gone over well - Adam felt like it took away from the romance.

Fuck, he could be such a girl sometimes.

Adam collapsed onto the blanket. "You ever heard of 'basking in the afterglow'... cuddling even?"

Sugar laughed and continued gathering the cum. "Do you realize how important your cum is? Every drop gives a transformed back their will."

"I can do that with a touch."

"Yeah, and that would give the Church an opportunity to shoot you in the head. You give a Sermon on the Mount, and they'll crucify you..."

"Uggh, don't make those comparisons."

She screwed the lid on and set it on the blanket. Then she lay down beside him and laid her head on his chest.

Adam put his arm around her and pulled her tight against him.

This was nice. He was warm.

Cuddling was nice.

She could take at least a few minutes to be his girl, couldn't she?

He kissed her forehead.

"Oh, shit!" A woman said out loud nearby.

Adam slapped both his hands over his bare dick... which didn't cover it. "Fuck!"

Sugar rolled onto her back and laughed.

Demona was standing a few feet away with her back turned.

"When did you become shy?" Sugar giggled.

"Since... I don't know... seeing you two together is weird. Find some pants, god-boy."

"Do you have any concept of privacy?" Adam growled.

"Fuck privacy! Helga's looking for Sugar and it's only a matter of time before she starts shaking these bushes."

"Shit," Sugar said as she began dragging her white latex dress up her hips.

Adam was hopping on one leg pulling up his jeans.

"Are you decent?" Demona asked.

"Yes," Sugar said.

Demona hissed. "Not you, Red. I was talking to old python dick."

"Yes, fuck, I'm dressed."

Demona turned around. "Of all the idiotic... do you two

want

to get caught? Is it some kind of fetish?"

"We're in love, you wouldn't understand, Dr. Frankenstein," Adam growled as he put on his leather jacket.

"Ouch! That hurt. I may never recover from the sting of your harsh words," Demona said sarcastically.

"Harpy."

"Boy scout."

Sugar laughed. "Stop it. Both of you. I will not have the two people I love most in this world being mean to each other."

"Couldn't you two have, I don't know, at least flown a few miles away? You can see the neon lights from Stallions," Demona said as she pointed down the hill.