Genetic Transformation - Part 3

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Paul reached Jim and stroked his soft cheek with his hand, "Julie, you are one of the most intelligent and beautiful women I've met." He lowered his face to Jim's to kiss him on the lips. Jim tried to think of something to say to stop him, but nothing came to his drink-addled mind. The idea of physically resisting never occurred to him; he felt weak next to Paul's hard strength.

Their lips met, and Jim's mind was assaulted by the same strange feelings he had had the night before. Paul reached around Jim and pulled his small frame tightly to his. Jim felt his breasts pressed against Paul's broad chest; he felt his nipples start to tingle and become aroused again. His mind was saying no, but the strong wine together with his strange female body conspired to stop him putting up all but the feeblest of protests.

All he could concentrate on was that here was a man and a woman about to partake in the oldest ritual on Earth. What could be more natural than that. One of Paul's strong hands rubbed Jim in the small of the back before drifting down to the round swell of his ass.

Jim felt the strange dampness between his legs as Paul caressed him. Paul broke off the kiss just long enough to whisper in Jim's ear. "Let's go upstairs, Julie."

Suddenly, Paul hefted him into his arms and carried him upstairs like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.

In the car, Jim's purse lay on the floor where it had fallen.

Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was very stylishly furnished. Jim noticed none of this as Paul lowered him onto the bed. There was a strange air of unreality to the situation for Jim. He had been in situations like this before, but it was so different to be on the other side for once. He sat up and said, "We really shouldn't be doing this. You're Anne's boyfriend after all."

"We have a very liberal attitude, Anne and I. And what she doesn't know won't hurt her." He replied with a smile. Paul's strong hand moved to Jim's knee and started to caress it through the thin fabric of his dress. Jim found the feeling to be very sensuous, and he found himself leaning over to Paul for another kiss. Paul reached around and stroked Jim's full blonde hair.

Jim watched with a strange detachment as Paul pulled the dress from under his bottom and lifted it over his head. This isn't happening, a part of him wailed. He gathered his willpower for one last attempt to break away. 

But then he felt Paul's hand on his ample bra-covered breast. Jim gave a small moan as Paul slipped his hand inside the cup to gently touch Jim's erect nipple. Jim remembered what his male nipples felt like when his girlfriend used to tweak them, but this was a thousand times better. 

Paul watched Jim as he caressed his nipple, his head was tilted back, letting his luscious hair drape down his back, and he was moaning slightly with his eyes half closed.

Jim lost himself in the feeling and had no idea how long Paul massaged his breasts. Suddenly, he felt his bra loosen. Paul had undone it, and he helped to take it off. Jim's mind was in turmoil; part of him was in sheer terror of what Paul was doing, another revelled in it, and a small part of him watched from a detached corner of his mind. Here he was, a twenty-five-year-old heterosexual male, in another man's bedroom, wearing only a pair of panties while a man massaged his tits!

Paul lowered Jim onto his back and leaned over to kiss his nipple. He teased it into his mouth and sucked and nipped on it. Jim was lost, his whole being centered on his nipples as Paul expertly sucked on them. Then he felt a hand at his crotch, as Paul roughly pulled Jim's panties down.

Paul let Jim's nipple go and slowly drifted down Jim's supple belly, giving small kisses as he went. Jim could not believe how erotic that felt. As a man, he had centered on breasts and crotch, but now every part of him, from head to toe, felt extremely aroused. Even the sheets of the bed under him felt wonderful.

By now, Paul had reached Jim's crotch, and he planted a kiss on his lower lip. That single touch almost sent Jim to the edge; already, he could feel a ferocious need to have something in his vagina. Paul obviously knew what he was doing, and he expertly licked Jim's clit. Very quickly Jim felt an explosion and had his second climax as a woman.

It raced all over his body, and he squirmed under Paul in ecstasy. For what seemed like hours, he lay there, feeling the remains of his orgasm slowly dying down. Enjoy the shifting weight of his breasts and the strange new equipment between his legs. It was more than that, though; every inch of his body was changed, and he barely knew himself now.

The bed shifted as another weight joined Jim on it. He opened his eyes and looked over at Paul. He had quickly undressed and was now as naked as Jim. For his age, Paul was remarkably fit, and Jim looked at his well-developed muscles. The orgasm had cleared his mind a bit, and Jim was desperately trying to think of a way to get out of there. Then he saw something that drove everything else out of his mind.

Paul's erection.

It was no bigger than average, but to Jim's horrified eyes it looked enormous. Jim realised what Paul was planning to do with it, and it finally gave him the strength to run for it. He sat up and tried to roll off the bed. If he could get to the bathroom and lock himself in, he'd be safe till Paul had calmed down.

He never got the chance. Paul moved on top of him and held him down with his strong, hairy arms. "No, Paul! Please."

"You want it, Julie. You're wet and ready. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Jim felt Paul's massive weight on him, and he felt utterly powerless. He felt Paul's rock-hard cock pressing against him, Paul's hands massaged Jim's tits again, and Jim soon found himself very turned on. His capacity for rational thought was almost gone; all there was in the universe was Jim, Paul, and Paul's cock.

He found himself reaching down, and for the first time in his life, he held a cock that wasn't his own. It felt as thick as his arm, and he guided it to the lips of his vagina. Paul smiled; he knew she would not resist much. He slowly edged his hardness into Jim's slippery cunt, Jim's breath came in little gasps as Paul penetrated him. Jim wrapped his legs around Paul's waist and pulled him as deep as possible into his cunt.

Jim groaned as the exquisite sensations of penetration rocked through him. Paul pulled out slowly and then started to thrust into him. Jim ran his hands over Paul's broad back, holding on to him as if for dear life. A tension was building deep inside Jim as Paul possessed him. Another orgasm was coming, bigger than any he had had before. It grew over him like a huge tidal wave, then suddenly, it came crashing down on him.

He screamed as his climax coursed through him; every part of his body was on fire. He dug his nails into Paul's back and wrapped his legs around Paul, pulling him deep into him. He gripped Paul's cock with his vagina. As he did so, he felt Paul give a deep moan and tense up.

Paul dug his fingers into Jim's large tits and orgasmed deep into the stunning beauty under him. Jim felt Paul pulsing his seed deep into him. Slowly, Jim's awareness returned to him, and he was totally mortified by the act he had just committed.

They lay entwined for some minutes, both covered in a sheen of sweat. Paul's cock was still inside him, slowly softening until he pulled out of him. Jim didn't say much and desperately avoided thinking about what he had just done. Paul offered Jim the first use of the shower, which Jim was glad to accept. He scrubbed himself red, trying to get rid of the feelings of Paul's body against his.

Jim could barely look at himself in the mirror; he looked dishevelled. Everyone who looks at me will know what I've done, he thought in horror.

He dressed hurriedly and quietly asked Paul to take him home. Paul realised Jim was ashamed of what he had done, believing it was because they had cheated on Anne. No words were exchanged on the way back, and Jim soon found himself outside Anne's house.

Julie was waiting, obviously more than a little worried. "Where have you been? Do you know how late it is?" Then she noticed that all of Jim's makeup had been washed off. "My God. You slept with him, didn't you?"

Jim couldn't hold back the tears any longer and, between sobs, told Julie how he had gotten drunk and lost control. She comforted him, rocking him back and forth like a baby. "It's alright, Jim. It's over now."

He was looking green, and Julie helped him to the toilet where he threw up his expensive dinner. She went back to the hall and picked up his purse. She opened it and searched through the few items inside.

A few minutes later, Jim staggered out looking utterly dejected. "How could I let him do that?"

"You have a new body with different drives you can't control yet. It was my fault, not yours. It was a very stupid thing to do. I'm sorry." Julie was quiet for a few moments, then she held up the unopened packet of condoms. "Jim, I know this is distressing for you, but did he have his own condoms? You didn't use yours."

"Uh... Uh...no, he didn't use condoms either, why?"

"Well, did he pull out before he came?" She asked insistently.

Jim thought back to the encounter. 

"No, he didn't. Why are you asking?" Suddenly, he realised why she was asking. He was a woman now, with all a woman's reproductive equipment.

"Oh my God, what have I done?" Jim said in a horrified whisper.

Jim ran his hand over his curving stomach and probed the strange folds of his vagina. How in the name of God was a baby supposed to fit through that? Well, you might get to find out, said a corner of his mind. 

He thrust that away; the chances of him getting pregnant were small, he decided. I've only had sex as a girl once, and you are always hearing of couples who can't get pregnant, he thought.

In a corner of his mind, a voice was saying, but what if you are? He ignored it and got dressed. He ignored the dress and wore a loose green jumper and a pair of Anne's jeans. 

He noticed he was still wearing Julie's crucifix; it looked quite nice to Jim, nestled between his breasts. After he had got home the previous night, Julie had been very apologetic and comforted Jim as the full enormity of what he had done had struck him. Jim secretly forgave her; he was actually starting to like her personality, and it was impossible to stay angry with her.

Downstairs, Julie was cooking breakfast for Anne, who was just about to return to the lab. Julie looked nervously at Jim, obviously afraid that he would tell Anne how she set him up. Jim had no intention of telling Anne that her lab assistant, who, up to a few days before, had been a tall, strong male, had gone to bed with her boyfriend.

"How is it going, Anne?" He asked nervously.

"Slowly," she replied wearily. "I'm on to something, but it'll be weeks before it's ready. And I have a more serious problem." She took a small box out of her handbag and opened it. 

"This is the last sample of your original DNA. Without this, I can't turn you back into your old self. But I need more of your original DNA to be absolutely sure it works."

Julie looked over at Anne, "Isn't there a way to replicate DNA in the lab?"

"There is, but it produces instabilities in the DNA. Only DNA produced in the body can be successfully changed. Of course, the other problem is that eventually you will be missed. The solution for both problems is for someone to take this DNA virus based on Jim's DNA and take his place. I feel responsible, so I'll take it."

Jim gasped. She was offering to give up her body in the uncertain hope that she could reverse the process. "It wasn't your fault, Anne," he said. He saw a small stab of anguish cross her face; she was talking like she had done it to him, instead of him falling on the vial. 

"Anyway, we end up with the same problem. The police would start to investigate your disappearance, and then you wouldn't be able to get into the lab."

"I know, but I can't think of what else to do. Well, hopefully we will have a few days before I have to decide."

Soon, Anne went back to the lab. Julie was sitting at the kitchen table with a strange look on her face.

"What are you thinking, Julie?"

"I just realised that one person could change into you and not be missed, me."

"I can't let you do that. I remember yesterday when you told me you'd hate being a man." He was surprised, but touched by the offer.

"Perhaps, but I'm responsible for last night, and I want to make it up to you. And Anne will be ruined if any of this gets out."

Jim moved over to her to comfort him. "It's alright, I'm okay. It was a bit traumatic, but it's over and done with now." He remembered the previous night, the strange sense of fullness as Paul thrust powerfully into him. It didn't seem so bad now, looking back on it, and he had enjoyed it at the time.

"Well, it might not be over and done with," she said, glancing meaningfully at his stomach.

"I'm not pregnant, the chances of a normal woman being after just one time are small, and my... equipment is probably not functioning properly yet. I just can't understand why I did it. I didn't have that much to drink."

Julie decided not to press the point; if he was pregnant, they still had plenty of time to do something about it. "Well, you're like a novice driver behind the wheel of a racing car, with a whole new set of hormones running around inside you. With hindsight, you were bound to have a few crashes as you learnt to drive."

Jim didn't replay, and while she was still thinking about what to say next, the phone burst into the silence. Julie went into the hall to answer it. She barely had time to say "Hello," before a shrill voice screamed down the line at her.

"What have you done to me, you bitch!" Julie was stunned, but the voice was familiar; suddenly, it clicked. It was Paul, but he sounded different, very different.

"What do you mean?"

"My face, it's changing! What did you do?"

"Oh Christ, okay, Paul, relax. I have an idea what's happene,d stay pu,t and I'll get Anne to come over and help."

"Anne! She mustn't find out what happened between us!" The voice virtually screamed down the line.

"If I'm right, she is the only one who can help. Stay where you are. We'll be over in half an hour." She hung up, well, so much for keeping it quiet, she thought. Now the shit will really hit the fan. She quickly dialled Anne's mobile phone number.

Jim entered the hall as she got through to Anne. He was about to ask her what was going on when she got through. "Anne, you've got to get back here quickly!... No...it's not Jim. But it's related to that." Julie put down the phone and leaned against the wall, breathing a weary sigh.

"Julie, what is going on?"

She looked at him, "I'm going to have to tell Anne what we got up to last night."

"Why! She'll go ballistic!"

"That was Paul on the phone. He may not have given you a little present last night, but you may have given him one. I think he caught your DNA virus."

Jim winced; he looked forlornly out the window. Just in time to see Anne screeching to a halt outside the house. She ran inside and met the two nervous-looking twins. "What's happening!" She demanded.

For once, Julie seemed lost for words.