Here we are back with part two of The New Gym, and it only took a couple of years. Don't worry, we're finishing up with Pam and Emma here before going on to more Transformations adventures. The New Gym is a standalone story, though you might want to read Britt-Ney to get some background on our bubbly blonde bimbo receptionist. For those of you who are new to the Transformations universe, welcome! For a little background, the Church of Morpheus is an evil organization based in a Cuba. They have overthrown the Communist government there and are now bent upon world domination using mind control, extreme body modification, and a social structure centered around providing free sex.
Their most talented mind controlling white witch, Maria Marapova has opened a women's gym somewhere in the United States. There, she is brainwashing women and turning them into perfect sex toys. Our heroes, Pam and Emma have infiltrated the gym trying to find the whereabouts of a missing woman. Unfortunately for our intrepid investigators, they have fallen into the clutches of Maria and are being converted into sex kittens against their will – or is it against their will?
Meanwhile, Maria and Brittney have plans for one of their customers: Senora Alvarez, wife of a prominent US Senator.
As always, we welcome your comments!
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Maria helped get Pam and Emma into the depilatory room. At that point, the subliminals with which they were being bombarded coupled with the drugs in the depilatory would make them sweet docile angels.
They wouldn't give Brigitte any trouble.
Leaving the back rooms, Maria opened the door to the VIP Section and entered the door marked Prep. "Good afternoon, Senora Alvarez."
"Puta loca!" she screamed and spat toward Maria.
Senora Alvarez was fastened naked to a St. Andrew's Cross: two steel beams welded together to form an 'X'. She was shackled at the wrists and ankles, and a narrow chrome band secured her waist.
Her wrists were locked high on the cross, forcing her to stand on tiptoe.
Maria stared down at the spit that had landed on her shiny white boot. "Senora, if you want to apply spit to my boots, I can think of much more sensual ways."
Senora Alvarez unleashed a torrent of profanity in Spanish.
Maria laughed. She gripped the sides of the woman's face.
Senora Alvarez's eyes rolled back in her head and she was silent.
"There, much better. I'm afraid my Spanish is not good enough to follow your vulgarities. Therefore, you will speak only English now. And, you will do so in a civil manner: no yelling and not one more curse. Save your potty mouth for the bedroom where it belongs. Oh, and unless we're swapping spit, which is a possibility, keep yours in your mouth." She stepped away and the woman collapsed in her restraints hanging by her wrists.
The door opened and the front desk receptionist, Brittney, skipped inside holding a computer tablet.
Senora Alvarez stirred and opened her eyes.
Brittney waved, "Hola, Senora Alvarez. Como estas?"
The woman's eyes seethed with anger. She opened her mouth. In a sweet voice, she said, "Please be a teensy bit quieter, you perky, sweet, blonde lovebug." She frowned in horror at her own words.
"Aww," Brittney said. "What a sweet thing to say. Do you have a headache? I'll be quiet as a little mousey. Oh! And, I think you're perky too!"
Maria laughed. "I think the Senora actually tried to say, 'Shut the fuck up, you over-inflated blonde bimbo slut.' Only, in Spanish, and with a much grouchier voice."
"Oh... well, I like the English version better." She handed the tablet to Maria.
"Thank you, Brittney." Maria studied the tablet. "Hortensia Luisa de Madrid de la Montoya Guadalupe Alvarez... my that's a mouthful. How about I just call you Luisa? Let's lose all the formalities? Forty-three years old. Frigid."
"I beg your pardon, but I am neither forty-three years old nor frigid." She gritted her teeth and her eyes flashed with anger at not being able to actually say the words she was thinking.
Maria walked closer. She took the middle and index fingers of her right hand and forced them up into the woman's snatch.
"Oh. Kindly remove your digits from my genital area, you strangely enticing practitioner of black magic." Luisa opened her mouth and tried to scream but nothing came out.
Brittney looked confused.
Maria smiled at Brittney. "She said, 'Get your filthy fucking fingers out of my cooch, you witch slut.'"
Luisa sulked.
"Darling, this cooch of yours hasn't seen action in..." she pumped her fingers in and out, causing Luisa to jerk her hips trying to get away. "At least six months. That makes you frigid, and you are most definitely forty-three." She pulled her fingers out and held them out to Brittney.
The bimbo giggled and eagerly licked and sucked Maria's fingers clean. "Yummy!"
Luisa's lips trembled. She spoke slowly. "Do you understand who my husband is, you...?" She groaned and gave up on the insult.
"Of course, I know who your husband is. I talked to him just this morning on the phone. I think he was balls deep in one of my girls at some hotel - who do we have fucking Senator Alvarez, Brittney?"
"Umm, Cock Crazed Kaitlyn. I just love her. She's got the softest strawberry blonde hair."
Luisa's mouth dropped open. "No. Not my Eduardo. He wouldn't. We are good Catholics."
"Well, one of you still is," Maria laughed. "He's embraced a new faith, one free of all the restrictions."
"What religion?"
"He is now a member of the Church of Morpheus, you have heard of us, haven't you?"
"N... No, that can't be right. He's on the committee..."
Maria nodded. "Yes, the secret senate committee investigating the Church of Morpheus and preparing to take economic and military action against us." She caressed Luisa's face. "Why do you think we targeted him, you ignorant bitch?"
"He... he wouldn't. How could he do such a thing?"
"Oh, my dear, if you promise to increase a man's penis size from four inches to thirteen, he's like putty in your hands. Couple that with the promise of unlimited sex, and he wouldn't just sell his own soul, he'd sell yours as well." Maria smiled mischievously.
"What do you mean?" she whispered.
Maria stood a few inches from her face and smelled her. "You're going to be indoctrinated into our religion. It's going to be a real eye opener." She looked down at Luisa's breasts and sighed. "We're going to take that little 36C bust of yours and add a few cup sizes, make you a nice full... G."
"No," Luisa whispered.
"Oh, si, Senora. Muy grande," she whispered with a chuckle. Her hands slipped down Luisa's sides. She cupped her buttocks and the woman whined. "We're going to make this flat ass of yours fuller, something for him to hold onto while he's ass fucking your brains out." She lifted Luisa slightly. "And, we're going to make you a few inches taller, tighten all that saggy skin. Oh! And, we're going to give you drugs to put your libido into overdrive. You'll fuck anything that moves."
"It's true," Brittney said. "I fucked four guys at lunch. Ooo! One of them spoke Spanish, maybe you know him?"
Luisa whined.
Maria massaged her hips. "And don't worry, we'll loosen that tight cooch of yours so you can take that monster Eduardo has hanging between his legs now. As a matter of fact, our front door guard Helga is going to be in charge of stretching you. Big hands on that woman."
"Oh, yeah," Brittney agreed and squirmed.
Maria chuckled. "One other thing before we get started. We name all our girls, don't we Brittney?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"For instance, my name is Mind Fuck Maria, but then you could have guessed that one, couldn't you?"
Luisa was hyperventilating.
"Tell Luisa your name, Brittney."
Brittney looked down at her latex encased breasts. "Do I have to, Mistress?"
"Yes, dear."
Brittney sighed. "Bubble Brain Brittney," she said with a pout.
Maria whispered in Luisa's ear, "Poor thing. She was a government prosecutor once. They took the Church to court. I was a little... overzealous in her bimbofication." She stepped back and smiled at Brittney, "But, isn't she the most adorable thing?"
Brittney blushed and thrust out her chest.
"And, what should we name Luisa, Brittney?"
