Hi everyone, welcome to our next twisted novel. Our short stories are fairly interchangeable, but the novels should be read in order:
Transformations: Witnesses
Transformations: Soccer Mom
Transformations: Rose
If you want to know more about everybody's favorite Bimbot, Rita, read Transformations: The Hazards of Saving the Earth.
Rose picks up where Soccer Mom left off -- if you remember, the redhead Ray calls Rose was floating in her transformation tank when that book ended...
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The giant stud called her Rose, but it wasn't her name.
Her name was Constance Burns, Doctor Constance Burns, DDS. She was one of the most sought-after dentists in New York. She had fixed the teeth of movie stars and royalty.
Because a smile was your most important feature.
Some people said it was the eyes, and, yeah, that was true to a point, but amazing eyes couldn't help you if you had bad teeth. Pretty face, big boobs, J-Lo booty? None of it meant shit if you had teeth like Snagglepuss.
Constance was a twenty-five-year-old success story - she was a YouTube influencer, goddamn it.
Rich, fuckable. Perfect teeth.
And, none of it meant shit, because now she was floating in a tube of pink goo in some lesbian mad scientist's chamber of horrors.
Fucking irony. That's what it was. Motherfucking irony.
The room outside the tube was dark. Sometime earlier, the seemingly never-ending sequence of porn images had stopped on the goggles over her eyes. The ceaseless droning of jumbled words from the earphones had stopped.
Before the goggles had flipped up and the earphones had gone quiet, the words "SLUTZ-NET System Failure" had appeared on the screen and been spoken by a computer voice on the headphones.
Thank God
, Constance thought. She had been bored as fuck. Honestly, she couldn't understand the appeal of porn. Who wanted to look at pictures when you could fuck in real life?
The thick dildo pistoning in and out of her pussy worked in unison with its smaller twin that fucked her ass.
But, the memory of the giant stud was what kept her turned on. She wasn't used to being submissive, and she had tried to fight it at first, but fuck was he good?
Most of what happened was fuzzy. She was drugged - something in the air, maybe? But, the memory of that fucking cock was indelibly burned into her brain.
She remembered monsters, and then the giant saving her like some kind of fucking fairy tale. That had to have been a dream.
Not her normal fantasy.
Usually, she was the monster.
The doctor came back in the room. She was dressed like a slutty nurse in a tight pink uniform, but she had heard someone call her Dr. Demona earlier. She had also watched the lez eating out some blonde slut.
Now, that had been hot.
Constance kept her eyes partially closed as the doctor stared up at her.
"What the fuck?" the doctor asked the empty room.
The computer answered from somewhere. "Programming failure. The subject cannot be slutified."
"She's immune?"
"Negative. Subject Rose is too demented for programming."
"No shit? Remove her from the tank, please."
Constance felt herself lifted by the cables under her arms. She closed her eyes completely. The tube in her throat pulled free along with the dildos in her pussy and ass.
She slid out of the goo and up toward the dark ceiling.
She felt the cables lower her.
Her feet touched the floor and then she was in the doctor's arms.
She lowered Constance onto a gurney.
The room grew silent, and finally the doctor's heels clicked as she crossed the room.
Constance opened her eyes slowly.
The doctor stood with her back turned.
Now that she was out of the tube, she noticed some things that were strange. First of all, there was the weight on her chest.
Constance had always had a nice rack for her size, not too big, not too small. Pert. Athletic.
Now she had two DDD volleyballs on her chest. They were firm and stood straight up with no sag. She had always had smallish nipples, the new ones were about the same size as the last joint of her little finger.
And, they fucking throbbed. They felt full like they she was going to spray out breast milk. What the fuck had they done to her?
She could feel her pulse in her goddamned nipples, and her clit was worse! She felt super aroused. Like when the muscle stud had her on her hands and knees and that huge, gorgeous cock was going in and out, in and out... She blinked. What the actual fuck! She had to get hold of herself and focus.
Constance's eyes darted from side to side, taking in her surroundings.
She needed a weapon. A scalpel? There was one within reach, but she wasn't homicidal, not yet anyway.
Syringes. Her eyes scanned the vials on the medical cart. She saw one and smiled.
Propofol.
"Slutz-Net, describe the nature of Rose's demented state?" Dr. Demona asked.
"Subject has amplified sex drive naturally, enhanced by our ovary conversion. She is a sociopath with extreme fantasies that may have gone beyond mere fantasy. There is an 85% chance that she will join us willingly."
"Oh, well, that's good. We like them willing."
"Warning. Subject Rose is conscious."
"Huh?" Demona turned.
Constance smiled at her and jammed a syringe into her neck.
"Motherfuck..."
Constance lowered her to the floor. "Propofol, doctor. You'll be fine."
Demona's eyes went unfocused.
Constance eased the needle out of her neck. She felt her pulse. "Nice and strong. Sorry about the needle, babe."
Constance sat on her heels dripping pink goo from her tits and ass. She squeezed her big boobs and sighed. Fuck, they felt good. She reached behind her and felt her ass -- same size. Well, at least they didn't give her an ass to match the boobs.
She rolled the unconscious doctor onto her stomach and slowly unzipped the short, pink uniform.
The doctor was covered in tattoos, most of them goth but a few were downright pornographic. She wasn't wearing panties, and Constance smiled when she saw the multiple grommets in the brunette's pussy lips. "Damn, babe, you're hardcore." She fingered the inverted crucifix piercing in Demona's clit. "I would love to stay and play, but, you know, rescuing myself and shit." She looked around the room for more weapons.
***
Ray ran down the first-floor hall to the elevator. Slutz-Net was conscise in its warning:
Subject Rose has escaped the laboratory, on her way to first floor
.
Ray's finger was almost touching the down button as the doors opened.
He looked up and saw Demona's pink uniform.
"Demona, what the hell?" Too short for Demona. "Rose?"
Ray didn't have time to react as the redhead wearing Demona's uniform pressed a stun gun to his nuts and pressed the button. The big man went out before he hit the floor.
Constance tazed him in the neck, just to be sure. "My name isn't Rose."
Ray jerked like bacon on a hot griddle.
