Girlband - Fifth Harmony

“See, I told you guys!” Danny said, pointing through the chain-link fence to the several black vans parked outside the warehouse. “They’re definitely filming something here!”

Danny’s few friends that he had managed to persuade to come along seemed unimpressed. Caleb and Laurence seemed more interested in the dirt beneath their shoes, Norman whistled quietly to himself, and Andrew was too busy playing on his phone to notice Danny’s excitement.

“So what?” Laurence asked, cutting through the awkward silence.

“Yeah, so what?” Norman added, suddenly interested now that there was a chance to put Danny down. “This was a stupid idea. I can’t believe we let you drag us all out here this late at night.”

Norman’s comment was met with murmured agreement from the other gather friends. Danny scoffed.

“If they’re filming something, that means there must be celebrities, right?” Danny said.

“I guess so”, Andrew said, sliding his phone into his pocket. “You wouldn’t set up a location like this unless you had someone important to film”, he said, looking through the fence at the business going on the other side of it. It looked almost like a military operation, with a platoon of staff carefully moving about, making sure everything was perfect. Cameras were being unloaded from vans and taken dutifully inside the warehouse, a retinue of assistants moving reverently with each valuable piece of equipment.

“Just think”, Danny said, trying to sound as inspirational as he could muster this late in the evening. “How cool would we look if we got a photo with the star?”

“How would we do that? We can’t just walk in there”, Norman said dismissively.

“Sure we can! They’re not expected five guys to wander in, are they? There’s loads of people down there for whatever film they’re working on. They’re not going to remember everyone”, Danny said excitedly.

“What, so we just act like we belong, and you think they won’t notice?” Laurence asked, pressing his face against the fence to see what all of his friends were staring at.

“Exactly”, Danny said. “I’m sure there’s loads of downtime on a shoot like that. More than enough time for us to get a quick selfie with a star.” There was a brief pause as Danny considered the lack of enthusiasm from his peers. “You guys aren’t scared, are you?”

A chorus of scoffs and shaking heads answered Danny’s challenge.

“I thought so”, he said, satisfied. “Just think: It could be anyone in there! A big film star, some celebrity…”

“Maybe it’s a band?” Caleb said, his sudden excitement trying to mask the fact that he hadn’t been fully paying attention. “Could be a music video or something.”

“Could be, I guess”, Norman said, unconvinced. “All this looks like to me is a quick way of getting the police called on us. I’m out”, he said, pushing off and away from the fence with a loud rattle.

“Well, we’re going in”, Danny said, Andrew, Caleb, and Laurence nodding beside him. “Were you thinking of walking home?” Danny tapped the keys to his car in his pocket, their metallic jangling a frustrating reminder of the reality of the situation. Norman sighed heavily, realising he had no other choice. He was already going to be late home, and walking all that way would only make him even later.

Together, the friends grabbed hold of the fence, threading their fingers through the holes. Slowly, awkwardly, they lifted themselves up and onto it, their mud-covered trainers struggling to find purchase on the slick metal. Danny, now fancying himself as something of a leader of his fellow rulebreakers, managed to scramble up first, resting his rear shakily on the top of the fence. One by one, the group were helped up and over, landing with a thud in the dirt, the barrier crossed. Bright floodlights illuminated where the vans were still unloading, but here on the edge of the warehouse, they were still in darkness. Caleb raised one finger, pointing out towards the warehouse.

“There!” he said, the others following his finger to notice a side door to the warehouse that was still half open. A small glow of light came from the slit, with the promise of adventure inside. Laurence crouched down, beginning to sneak towards it, before Danny’s hand tapped him on his shoulder.

“Act like we belong, remember?”, he said, pulling Laurence upright. “We’re just a few of guys coming back from a smoke break, aren’t we?”

Laurence nodded knowingly, and the men headed off towards the door. No one spared them a glance as they reached the side of the warehouse. As they got closer, they could hear the shouts and muffled conversations of the real staff – cables were being organised, lights were being adjusted. Everyone was far too busy to notice the trespassers as they pressed up towards the door.

“Norman, go peek inside”, Danny ordered.

“Why me?” he asked.

“You were the last over the fence! This is what you get for your lack of enthusiasm. You have to take the first risk”, Danny said, chuckling. Reluctantly, Norman slid up alongside the door, pushing past his friends. He reached out his hand to open it fully, but thought better of it. The door was wide enough for him to at least try and see what was on the other side. He peered through the crack, his eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright light within after the gloom.

“What is it? What can you see?” Laurence said, the thrill of their trespass already taking hold of him.

“I’m not sure”, Norman said, blinking rapidly. “I think it’s some kind of dressing room? There’s some chairs, some mirrors…” he continued, the man lowering his voice for fear of being overheard. Norman could hear Danny standing up beside him, walking boldly to the door and opening it.

“Useless”, he muttered as he passed Norman. Danny grinned when he saw the room beyond, beckoning the others to follow.

The five men were inside a dressing room, perfectly arranged to fully transform some stars.

“Look! One each”, Caleb murmured, pointing to the plush chairs that were each set out in front of a mirror. A wide range of makeup, brushes, curlers, and straighteners were already arranged by each chair, ready to transform any star into their best self.

“Who do you think this is all for?” Andrew said, lifting up a small tube of what he assumed was foundation.

“Looks like a group of women”, Norman said, observing the objects set on the dressing table. None of the men knew much about makeup, but the products at least looked expensive, with elegant names and foreign scents.

“Well obviously it’s for women”, Andrew said, setting the tube back down. “What guy wears makeup?”

“Actually, loads of guys in film wear makeup. People can look weird on camera without it”, Caleb said knowingly. “Can you stop touching everything?” he said suddenly as Andrew went to pick up another bottle. “Whoever set this room out could be back any second.”

Danny sat down on one of the chairs, the metal squeaking slightly as he sunk into the cushion. He mockingly preened himself in the mirror.

“Hey guys, look!” he said, grinning. “I’m just like one of those film stars!”

“What are you doing?” Norman said urgently. “We’ve got to get going before someone finds us”, his words quickly being agreed with by those nearby. On the other side of the fence they had been full of bravado, but now there was a much higher chance of them being caught, that boldness had quickly faded.

“You guys need to relax. Act like we belong here, remember?” Danny said with a smile. His relaxed attitude was cut short by a sudden alarm, seemingly blaring from the mirror in front of him. Bright pink capital letters filled the glass, his own shocked face between them. ‘User mismatch’ flashed up in time with the honking alarm.

“What the hell?” Norman said, just as he saw metal clasps shoot up from the armrests of the seat and secure Danny fast in place. Danny looked to his friends in a panic. The words flashed up once more. ‘Adjusting’, the mirror said, and Danny felt the ground beneath his seat rumble. Impossibly, the floor opened up, and both he and the chair dropped down the chute, his screams echoing behind him. He felt his stomach drop as he tumbled. Danny could just barely hear the yells of his friends still up in the changing room as more chutes opened, and they in turn fell down into the darkness beneath the warehouse.

Danny wasn’t sure how long he was unconscious for. There was no great crash once he reached the bottom of whatever pit he was falling into, just the sense of floating, drifting in the dark. With his body restrained and his vision gone, he felt as though he was nowhere, not even existing. Then, he felt something dripping onto his stomach. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He was looking up in a metal room, laying on his back. He tried to move his head but felt the cold touch of metal at his throat, keeping him in place. As he tried to move his arms and legs, they were similarly bound. He seemed to be still attached to the chair, just now the chair was fully restraining him, forcing his legs apart like the Vitruvian Man. Above him was a large machine, hovering menacingly from the ceiling. Danny could see a jumble of pipes and suction cups of all sizes, alongside tools he didn’t recognise and shuddered to imagine the purpose of. He felt the drip again, tracing it to a pipe on the machine. As it made contact with his skin, Danny suddenly realised he was naked, his bare skin against the metal that was keeping him tightly in place. His clothes had gone, alongside anything that he could have used to call for help. The panic rose in him again.

“Guys?” he yelled, his voice echoing. Softly, he heard a response from the room next to him.

“I’m stuck!” came Laurence’s voice, muffled by the thick steel walls. Further away, Danny could hear the others, no doubt restrained in chairs just as he was.

“We’ll get out of this, don’t worry”, he called out, more to settle his own nerves than out of any genuine hope. As if responding to the sudden noise, the machine above him whirred into life, pistons thrumming and pipes bulging with strange fluids. One of them dangled down towards Danny, and he yelled as it splattered him with a sticky paste. The man gasped, tasting the bitter substance as it covered his mouth, making it impossible to breathe. Danny tried his best to wriggle and escape it, but he was useless against the tight bonds of the chair. Soon, the substance covered his flesh, his friends all similarly encased in the rooms bordering his own. Disgusted, Danny swallowed, feeling a lump of the paste slide down his throat but mercifully freeing his airways. He took shaky, ragged breaths.

Across his body, the paste began to tingle, his flesh feeling as though it was changing beneath. The paste worked its way into the men’s skin, all of them moaning and writhing pointlessly, bound fast in their chairs. Slowly, their body hair was being dissolved, the skin beneath being left soft and unblemished. The machine whirred above the men, another tube sucking away the paste. Each gasped and panted as they suddenly were able to breathe once more. They called out to one another, but to no avail. No one was going to be able to rescue them.

Danny could feel himself shivering as his newly sensitive skin reacted to the chill within the air. Two long tubes descended from the machine, writhing like a wild beast. As if searching for his scent, they stopped quivering when they hovered just above his feet, becoming rigid. Slowly, the tubes wormed their way up the legs of each man, stopping just below their groin. The men began to scream in pain as the tubes constricted, growing tighter and tighter around their spread legs. One by one, the bones within were being broken and reformed. Bulky, fatty male legs were made longer and thinner, their flesh bubbling and reforming inside of the machine. With another painful crack, their feet were crushed down several sizes.

The tubes suddenly drew back, leaving the men to stare in shock at their newly feminine legs. Before they had a chance to react, the tubes returned again, squeezing along their arms, still bound. Their fingers broke and formed once more, their wrists twisting down until they were far thinner. The muscles that the men had once spent hours at the gym trying to perfect were torn away, reduced down into softer tissue. When the tubes drew back once more, the arms of the men were tense with pain, now long, thin, and sensitive. The tubes shrank back into the machine with a satisfied slurp.

A large metal press emerged from the machine, slowly lowering down. Despite their position, each man could see where it was targeting as it descended. Suddenly, it dropped down, clamping down hard across their torsos. Steam poured out from beneath, their upper bodies being compressed down and making even the slightest of movements impossible, their desperation useless against the mechanical strength of the machine which forced the breath out of their lungs.

Beneath them, the seat of the chair sunk away, their behinds now bare. Each man gasped almost in perfect unison as another plate pushed up from the floor, squeezing their restrained rears tight. With a hiss, the fat beneath built, as if cementing a new form on top of the old. When the metal fell back, each man was left with a pert, athletic behind, quivering in fear and from the vibrations of the machine that held them in its grasp. The press across their chests released, shooting back up into the machine.

Danny screamed as he looked down at his body, now barely recognisable as his own. It was being forcibly changed into something almost alien to him, and he felt as though he knew what was coming next. With another hiss from the machine, he looked up to see two large, rounded cups descending, looking like odd injection moulds of a woman’s breasts. On the chest of each man, their new breasts pressed down with great force, moulding the fat beneath to build and bubble beneath the steel. One by one, the cups lifted, leaving two fatty mounds on the chest of each man. As they looked, from the neck down they were now indistinguishable from women, save for their manhoods, shrunken in fear between their legs.

As they looked around frantically, each man found his face squeezed tight in the vice like grip of several mechanical arms that had sprung out, forcing their heads flat against the headrest. Rotating and adjusting minutely, each man had a few seconds to stare into the inside of their new face as it squished down hard on their features. They could feel their bones popping in their ears as new, more appropriately beautiful faces were formed. Cheekbones were brought higher, lips were injected puffier, the men’s screams now muffled by the steel masks that were sealing in their fates. The eyebrows of each man were groomed, their eyelashes curling outwards until each of their faces was the very picture of femininity. A layer of makeup burst across each new face, enhancing their new looks even further. The masks pulled back, the men gasping and wailing. Their tongues felt odd in their new mouths. They tried to thrash against the restraints, if only to feel what new face they would be horrified to possess.

A long, thin tube dangled down suggestively from the machine, circling slowly around their groins. As it skimmed over their unblemished flesh, each could feel the cold touch of suction, before it squeezed tight around their shafts. The machine began to pump, feelings of disgusted pleasure mixing in with the revulsion each man hated. The inside of the tube felt soft and wet around their manhoods, pulsating with practised motions to tease out each soft moan that left the men’s now pouting lips.

Suddenly, the headrest of the chair shifted, becoming a tight cap around their crown. One by one, their hair was being plucked longer, restyled and straightened with every painful pull. Streaks of blonde shot through Danny and Andrew’s hair, with black dye pouring into the hair of Norman and Laurence. Caleb’s hair was left its naturally brown colour, but brought longer than he had ever grown it, pulled hard until it could tumble freely about his shoulders.

Cables dangled down from the machine, connecting with the cap. Danny spotted sparks of electricity bursting from the machine and running down the cables, followed by a light, airy feeling in his head. Something was changing his memories, slowly picking away at his mind.

The machine pulsed for hours, slowly taking away the memories of each man. New ones were being poured in, fitting the machine’s specifications. They no longer were school friends but had met on the singing show The X Factor. New hobbies, tastes, and interests flooded in, filling the empty space in their mind as if they had always been there. Their old selves were stripped bare and remade. They weren’t just a group of friends, but a girl band, ready to take on the world.  New names were murmured on their lips in tuneful, higher voices, their new lives now inescapable. Andrew, Caleb, Laurence, Norman, and Danny were gone – only Fifth Harmony remained.

With a final squeeze, their genitals shifted, vanishing into the depths of the machine. Between the legs of each pop star was a newly blossoming womanhood. The tube coiled up into the machine and the cap detached from their heads, transforming back into a headrest. Dazed, the women looked around their odd metallic rooms. Before they could react, mechanical arms whirred around them, sliding panties onto their new vaginas. Another pair of arms tenderly wrapped their exposed breasts in comfortable bras.

Ally, once Andrew, felt a denim jacket slide over her shoulders, a bracelet dangling from her wrist. A knee length skirt slid up along her legs, and a pair of strapped sandals fastened tight over her feet. A denim top was pulled down over Camila, once Caleb. The new woman smiled as a short white skirt was slid up her body, leaving her long, toned legs exposed. A pair of cute blue socks were slid onto her feet by the machine, finished with a pair of black platform heels. Normani, who no one would ever believe had once been Norman, felt her small breasts cushioned by a blue top, exposing her cleavage. A slitted yellow skirt was pulled up and over her waist, her look finished by a pair of orange heels. Laurence, now Lauren, and Dinah, once Danny, sighed softly as matching black and white spotted tops slid onto their thin torsos. White jeans slowly were pulled over Lauren’s legs, her pert behind now covered. She stretched out her feet as a pair of black heels found their place. Dinah moaned softly as a white miniskirt highlighted her curves, squeezing her hips tight. Just as a pair of daring red heels were slid onto her feet, the chairs shot back up towards the ceilings of the room, carrying the new women away.

The stylist opened the door of the dressing room to find the girls adjusting their looks in their mirrors.

“There you all are! I’ve been looking for you all over!” she said, coming into the room. The girl band giggled to each other as she came closer. “Are you ready for your photo shoot?”

“Ready!” the girls said in unison, sharing a smile between each other.

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A commission for MattMartina. I hope you enjoy reading it! This is a group, forced transformation.

It's been a long time since I've written a machine driven transformation story so this was an interesting challenge to do, particularly with a group! I think the last time was with my Totally Spies TG.