Over the sounds of travel, I could hear their voices quite clearly while I was trussed up inside a zoo shipping crate. The trip was long, and I spent the time half aware, like in a fevered dream. From a hole in the top of the box, I would nurse fluid from a rubber nipple at the end of a bottle. When the bottle would empty, they would refill it while I slept and my body continued to change.
I was terrified that the urge to shit would hit me, that eventually I would fall asleep and mess myself. Mercifully, the urge to release myself never came, which was extremely weird and worrisome since I'm talking about many days locked up. I wasn't forced to sit in my own filth, but it's not normal for me at all. Granted, all I had to eat the whole time came from Gordon, who was dick feeding both myself and Jessie Lee through gloryholes in the sides of our shipping crates.
At one point, while on a train of all things, Gordon removed the crate panel behind me. The sudden rush of fresh air and cooler temperature roused me, pulling to my attention how drowsy and sedate I was. I was held down in the shipping crate by what I recognized as the porn shop's high end red leather psychiatric restraints.
Over the short run, they were wonderfully comfortable, and I was almost flattered that I rated such an expense, but locked into a position on my hands, and knees, and tits, and belly- it was pins and needles excruciating. If anything it felt tighter in the crate than when I started, my tits and belly filling in all the space beneath me and to the sides of the wooden box. I was grateful it was so well sanded, and I hadn't picked up splinters.
I felt Gordon's hot hands on the flesh of my ass, wordlessly he fucked me doggie style. He caught the rhythm of the train as he plowed into the tight knot of my asshole, my cunt ached and dripped, hopeful for Gordon's use. He fucked me from behind vigorously, but not as deeply as before since the top of the crate prevented him from bottoming out in me.
It was only his majestic length that allowed him to manage the significant amount of cock that was curling my toes. Gordon's hot spunk spilled into my guts as he humped my sizable rear end. Still silent, he knuckled a large glass butt plug up my anus, I suppose to keep his mutagenic spunk deep inside my throbbing ass like before.
I cried out for him.
"Gordon! For fuck sake, talk to me! Help me!"
Still and silent, he replaced the wooden panel on my crate, and I couldn't hear him even breathe from where I was.
"He won't answer you, not like he is now."
The voice was small and frail, with just a hint of an accent. It could only be the former Mr. Jasper, newly Jessie Lee. The voice was close by, but hollow, like it was behind the wood of another crate.
"Jasper?"
I had only spoken to the manager of the porn shop a few times. Every time I went to the shop, I didn't take the time to be social or friendly. I was so rushed and so wired up because I felt like such a fat fucking failure, flushed with shame for being there, for porn shopping, for feeding my need for humiliation with a poor substitute. I never had any real idea for what Jasper was like when he was still a he, because I was so wrapped up in my own head. What I remembered about him was that he was shy, soft-spoken, middle aged, and small for a man. He was thin, and had shaggy, coarse hair that never seem to co-operate. His dark brown almond shaped eyes were kind, and had a sad joy within them. He smiled at me when I made my purchases, and gave me a soda the night I got desperate enough to suck cock at the porn shop's gloryhole and chickened out at the last minute because the stupid room felt so small.
He was a good man.
"You might as well call me Jessie Lee, I don't think what I am now is ever going to change."
From what I saw of him -her, after her changes, standing by my apartment door in a short red raincoat, she had developed generous female and bovine characteristics. Her golden skin grew a silky down fur, in white and brown patterns across her whole body, except for the waterfall of silky, intensely black, hair at her head and the eyelashes around her now extraordinarily large deep black eyes. Jessie Lee's tits were large for her body type, and I remember quite clearly her seven inch cock standing at attention while Gordon fed her his chromosome customizing nut batter. I wouldn't have known who it was, without hearing a name, she didn't look a day over 28.
"Where are you?"
I was still hazy, the fevered feeling hadn't quite left me, and my belly rumbled, needing a next feeding from Gordon's massive cock .
"I'm in the crate next to you."
"Can you get out?"
"I'm not restrained like you are, but I was never very butch to begin with, I can't force my way out of the crate or anything. I can see a bit through the air holes more in one direction from the gloryhole Gordon's been feeding me from, but not much more... I'm sorry."
Jessie Lee was crying. And I suppose she did have quite a bit to cry about, I was stolen from a crappy sexless life, but she had her manhood stolen away too. My shoulders and thighs ached from being held in this position for so long.
"My name is Christine, Jessie Lee."
"Is that your real name, or the one they gave you?"
I was taken aback a bit, she had no way of knowing who I was, she was much a victim of Gordon's mission as I or even Gordon himself was.
"It's my real name. I used to come to the porn shop every other Friday or so."
"Oh yeah, I remember you! You're the big girl who likes the big dick shaming porn, the fuck my fat ass humiliation shit. Not too chatty, pays her rentals, and never gets any fines. I think I actually lose money on customers like you."
Her voice lilted, still on the edge of tears, remembering a life completely lost.
"Can you see Gordon?"
"He's here. Sitting on the floor of the boxcar, but his mind is gone now that Mr Dick Bigsuit is here. Gordon has been like this since that guy got here. He just does what Bigsuit tells him to. I think he'd jump in front of a bus if that's what he told him to do. Bigsuit is bad news."
"Where are we going?"
"Where else? The place that Gordon babbled the most about, the farm."
Ominous, the place I had convinced myself was a fiction, how could I doubt it's existence now when I was talking to a genetically altered cowgirl about the giant black bull who had been breeding us both? I felt bad about thinking it but there was no way to avoid it. Jesse Lee was a dick girl, no two ways about it.
