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“Andrei Cos, the court finds you guilty of aggravated robbery and assault on an officer of the law. You are sentenced to 100 years of indentured servitude in the state-sponsored rehabilitation program. You will be assigned to a handler of the state’s choosing.”
Andrei sat numbly on the metal chair where he’d been cuffed for the past 4 hours listening to his defense attorney struggle in vain against the prosecutor’s pointed attacks. The court system made a good show of giving all defendants a fair trial, but everyone knew the last legitimate trial had taken place decades before Andrei was born. He had known from the beginning that he would be found guilty even if he hadn’t committed the crime. The best case scenario in his mind had been execution, a quick escape to the great beyond instead of an interminable prison sentence. But this? This was worse than he could have ever imagined. Someone with a lot of money or a lot of power must have taken an interest in him, because both Andrei and his attorney had expected his sentence to be straightforward imprisonment or indentured labor if he was really unlucky.
The rehabilitation program… He shuddered involuntarily just thinking about it. He had grown up hearing horror stories about petty criminals being whisked away by the country’s elite, having their autonomy taken away, their bodies and minds twisted until all that remained was the obedient, usually hypersexualised pets their masters wanted them to be.
He wanted to hope that whoever had chosen him didn’t know he was trans and would be disappointed enough to send him away to a prison instead. But the elite had access to everything, could probably see his identity documents and medical records from before he had started transitioning. Regardless, whatever his mysterious “benefactor” wanted from him, it couldn’t be good.
A pair of security droids rolled into the defense booth and released him from the chair, re-cuffing his wrists behind him.
“Come along now,” one of them said, clearly programmed to be the “good cop.” Andrei considered making one last futile attempt at resistance, but decided against it. He stood and allowed them to guide him out of the booth and down a long, stark hallway on a different side of the building than his holding cell. They stopped in front of a foreboding metal door that one of the droids opened with a sensor chip and a complicated series of numbers on the keypad next to the doorframe. Inside was what looked to be a medical office of some kind, with a chair covered in restraints in the center of the room. Andrei jerked in alarm at the sight of it, but he could do nothing to resist as the droids sat him down and strapped him thoroughly in place. They proceeded to roll out of the room without any further explanation, leaving the door to snick shut damningly in their wake.
He took a shaky breath and tried to relax into the surprisingly comfortable padding of the chair. Closing his eyes, he imagined a field of wildflowers, just as vivid as it had been on his holopad when he was a kid.
Any sense of calm he had managed to gain was ruined when the door slid open again to reveal a middle-aged man in a white lab coat. He gave Andrei a once-over, nodded, and walked over to the bank of sleek white counters that lined the far wall of the room. When he returned, he was holding a small white pill and a cup of water.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed.
Andrei hesitated, his eyes darting from the doctor’s face to the pill in his hand. He knew it was stupid to try to resist at all, but willingly swallowing some unknown medication seemed even more foolhardy. The doctor sighed impatiently.
“You have two options. Either you agree to swallow this, or I’ll give it to you as a suppository.”
Andrei hastily opened his mouth and meekly swallowed the tablet with a gulp of water when the doctor held the cup to his lips. The longer he could stay clothed, the better.
“The tablet will dissolve in a series of layers, beginning with a sedative to alleviate any pain or discomfort you may experience as the nanobots in the inner layers bond with your nervous system. These will guarantee your compliance with your handler’s orders and ensure that you do not attempt to harm yourself or him.”
So his handler was a man… he was definitely screwed. Andrei’s vision started to go blurry, and then he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Cal strode down the hall, eager to meet his new ward. The boy was nearly perfectly suited to his tastes: blond, pale eyed, with porcelain skin and pouty lips. He was freshly nineteen, Cal knew, having just celebrated his birthday a few weeks before his arrest. But the most important part of his appearance, the one that could be replicated but never really made to feel like the real thing, was his pussy. Cal hadn’t seen it yet, of course; even medical records weren’t that thorough. But he knew the boy had never had any surgery, back-alley or otherwise, and data from his social media accounts indicated that he was more or less untouched. He had started on hormone blockers shortly after his first few menstrual cycles, which likely meant that he hadn’t yet developed much breast tissue. But that, Cal thought to himself as he waited for the security droid to scan him into the holding cell, would soon be rectified.
The boy was even prettier in person, even illuminated by the cell’s harsh fluorescent lighting. He was laid out on a cot, still dressed in the garish orange of an inmate. His slender wrists and ankles were bare of any restraints; there was no need for them anymore, after all. The nanobots would keep him physically, if not emotionally compliant and could send pulses of pleasure or pain to his nervous system at Cal’s command.
Cal stepped forward and ran an affectionate hand through the boy’s hair. “Hello, Andrei.” He stroked the boy’s plush lower lip with his thumb; he really did have a mouth made for sucking cock, but Cal would probably end up giving him lip fillers at some point to really highlight his mouth’s most important purpose. His hand slid down to unzip the jumpsuit’s front down to the boy’s waist. He pushed the coarse fabric reverently to the side to reveal Andrei’s cute little tits. They were a bit larger than he had been expecting, clearly identifiable as breasts rather than a bit of excess fat. His nipples were a lovely shade of pink, puffy areolae quickly pebbling in reaction to the slight chill of the room.
“Don’t worry girls,” Cal murmured, gently cupping Andrei’s breasts and circling his stiff nipples with the pads of his thumbs. “We’ll get you nice and fat soon, just like you were always meant to be.” The boy would look magnificent with fat whore tits, perky enough to wobble and bounce with every step he took. The medical team Cal had hired to take care of Andrei’s transformation had an intensive plan to accelerate the transformation the boy’s body should have undertaken years ago. Many benefactors liked to use breast implants to achieve the look they wanted in the shortest amount of time possible, but Cal was willing to wait. The boy’s body would betray him soon enough, with a cocktail of hormones and chemicals helping it along.
Cal helped the boy’s arms out of the jumpsuit’s sleeves and peeled it off his unresisting body until he was completely bare. His pussy lips were quite hairy, and Cal tutted in disapproval. He spread Andrei’s lovely thighs to thumb his labia apart. The boy’s clit was nice and plump, which was really the only benefit of hormone therapy in Cal’s opinion. His cunt was only a bit damp, and it resisted when Cal tried to push just one finger into it.
“Oh sweetheart… Just you wait, I’ll have you dripping around my cock within a few days. I’ll keep you so full you won’t remember what it was like to be empty.”
He gave the boy’s tits one last affectionate squeeze before calling in his personal droid to carry him out to the jet. He would be sure to take progress pictures every day, to remind both the boy and himself just how much his body had been modified from what the boy wanted to what Cal demanded.
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Andrei jolted awake with a stifled shout. All he could see was a plain white ceiling above him; his body didn’t so much as twitch when he tried to get a better look at his surroundings. He was laying on a flat, padded surface, and he was horrified to note that he was completely naked. He closed his eyes and tried to reorient himself, taking a shaky breath. Suddenly, his eyes shot back open as he remembered: the trial, the medical office, the nanobots implanted in his nervous system. Andrei’s breath caught in his throat and his vision started to swim with black spots.
A hand stroked soothingly through his hair. “It’s alright, Andrei, there’s no need to panic.”
“No need to panic?!” Andrei exclaimed incredulously. He looked up to see a man standing above him, reasonably handsome, with a few streaks of gray in his styled black hair. He smiled indulgently at Andrei, as if he was overreacting to the concept of losing all autonomy over his mind and body for the rest of his life.
“I promise you’ll be happy here, once we make all the necessary adjustments. Here.” The man fiddled with something out of Andrei’s line of sight, and the surface under his back started rising at an angle until he could see where he was. It was a different medical office, clearly outfitted with more expensive equipment and furnishings than the previous one even to Andrei’s eye. He couldn’t see anyone else in the room, but there were faint noises behind him as if several people were moving around back there.
The man made a gesture in Andrei’s peripheral vision, and a woman in scrubs rolled a large mirror in front of Andrei. “Look at yourself,” Andrei’s benefactor ordered, noticing Andrei’s attempts to shy away from the sight of his reflection. “Look at the parts of your body that I’m touching.” He cupped Andrei’s breasts in his palms; Andrei wanted to shudder, to flinch away, but all he could do was sit and watch as the man groped him.
He gestured again, and the same woman returned with a hovering metal cart like something out of a medical drama. “You’ve tried so hard to keep your body from reaching its full potential; it’s really a shame. But now that you’re under my care, we can help you transform this gorgeous little body into something truly special.” Andrei watched with concern as the woman approached with a tray holding three tiny cups of clear, viscous liquid and four pills of varying sizes and colors. “We took the liberty of flushing all that nasty testosterone out of your body before you wake up, so now it’s time to bring your hormone levels back to where they should be. With… a few adjustments, of course.”
Andrei’s eyes widened in horror. The woman held the first cup up to his mouth, and he strained to even turn his head away slightly. Nothing. “Drink.” His lips parted, and his traitorous mouth swallowed the first cup without hesitation. The process repeated until he had swallowed all the liquid and all the pills. He tried desperately to ignore the growing heat between his legs, and the man chuckled when he heard Andrei’s breath pick up.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it? We’ll keep this treatment up for a few weeks, until your titties are so fat and sensitive you can never hide them away.” The man jiggled his breast again, and Andrei flushed in embarrassment when he let out a high, desperate moan. His breasts felt warm and tingly, a sensation that burst into warm sparks of pleasure when the woman rubbed some kind of lotion onto them.
The man’s hand trailed down his stomach, and Andrei’s eyes helplessly tracked their movement. Calloused fingers parted his outer labia, carefully skirting around his clit. Andrei realized with a jolt of horror that his entire lower body was now completely hairless; his bare skin was left smooth and vulnerable. The man spread his inner labia now, and Andrei watched a finger slide down the underside of his clit to stroke the sensitive skin of his vulva.
“Look at that, you’re already getting wet! I think you’ll adapt quite nicely to life as my pet.” Andrei grit his teeth. There was no sense in intentionally aggravating the man who now had ultimate control over what happened to his body, but it was becoming increasingly hard to silently bear the humiliation he was being subjected to.
The woman returned with a fresh pair of gloves and an unlabeled bottle. “We’ll be making alterations to the rest of your body as well, but we’ll start with the two most important areas: your tits and your pretty, pink pussy.” The man drew back, and Andrei gasped as the woman took his place and squirted pale pink lotion directly onto his spread labia. She efficiently rubbed it into every nook and cranny of his pussy, tucking the tips of her fingers under the hood of his clit and rubbing them over his smooth outer labia. Every inch of skin the lotion touched started tingling intensely, and he let out a shameful whimper when she applied an extra dab of it to the tip of his clit. He finally relaxed when she drew away, although he was still wary of what would happen next.
“That was just to make you a bit more sensitive. Like the depilatory, the effects of that lotion are permanent. Plus, if we apply it more than once, it becomes exponentially more effective!” The man explained, sounding quite pleased with himself. There was some kind of motion above Andrei’s head, and then the man’s hands reappeared holding an oval-shaped plastic cup attached to a rubber tube with a bulb on the end. “Now, here comes the fun part. Do you know what this is?”
Andrei hesitated, but it seemed like the man genuinely wanted him to answer. “...No?” he replied tentatively.
The man chuckled. “Well, you’re in for a treat.” He placed the cup over Andrei’s pussy and squeezed the bulb a few times. Andrei’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what was going to happen.
“Please, no! Please sir, I’ll do anything, just don’t do this to me,” he begged, struggling uselessly to make any part of his body move.
“Oh, you’ll do anything alright.” The man began rapidly squeezing the bulb and Andrei wailed as the suction made his pussy swell into the cup. The man only relented when Andrei’s pussy was pressed flush against the unyielding plastic. It was bright red and throbbing, and every breath made his swollen labia shift agonizingly around his clit.
“Beautiful,” the man said reverently. “Your body is taking to this so well, it’s like you were made for it. We’ll keep your gorgeous pussy so juicy and fat that you’ll always want to rub it on something just to keep it satisfied. I’ll even let you hump my leg sometimes like the horny little pet you are. Won’t that be nice?”
Andrei didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the swollen ruin the man had made of his pussy. He hadn’t properly looked at it in years, but now it seemed completely unrecognizable. He was so distracted by staring at it in horror that he didn’t notice the new device the woman had brought over until two smaller plastic cups were being placed on his chest. Andrei opened his mouth to object, but all that emerged was a helpless moan as the machine whirred to life. It sucked rhythmically on his nipples like it was trying to milk him, his areolae seeming to swell minutely with every pull. To make matters worse, the relentless stimulation on his newly sensitive nipples was sending shameful pulses of pleasure throughout his entire body. He vaguely registered the man saying something else, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything but the way the incessant suction on his breasts made his swollen pussy pulse. Both his tormentors walked away from the table, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the horrible, wonderful stimulation.