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[b][u][center]New Body, Old Mind

for Guderian

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Samael didn’t know why he was in a vac-bed, nor did he know why there was nobody else there with him. The dragon didn’t know why he was tied in, or why the latex layers were already tightening around him, squeezing on his body with enough intensity to show off everything - and he meant everything - below his neck. And he definitely didn’t know why there were cameras positioned all around him.

All he knew was that he didn’t like it, and he wanted to get out. Throwing himself from side to side did nothing; the pressure from the latex was too strong, and he knew that he couldn’t break free from it due to earlier experiences with other people. But he couldn’t stop trying, shouting at the top of his lungs as he wrenched his head, and little else, back and forth.

“Hey! You freaks! Get me out of here!”

There was no response, only echoes in the darkness of the room. The only other sound was the clatter of the legs holding the bed up, and eventually Samael stopped trying. Not just because of the futility of it - though that was a part - but because he knew it would topple over if he threw himself the wrong way. If he came face down, he could be in even more trouble than he was already in.

The dragon grumbled, trying to flex his hands so he could bring his claws to bear when something flickered out of the corner of his eye. Samael turned his head, blinking as he tried to find the source of the light, but it was so dim that he almost -

There, it repeated itself. Squinting, the dragon could just barely make out a console near the edge of the vac-bed. It was nearly invisible, made up of darkened material much like the latex and the walls around him. The dragon couldn’t see much of the screen, but he could see something flickering on it. It looked like numbers...In fact, it looked almost like a countdown.

When it flickered again, and the numbers were lower than they were before, it was all the confirmation that he needed. The dragon didn’t know what the countdown meant - he didn’t know what any of this meant - but he didn’t want to find out. He went back to throwing himself side to side again, screaming.

It didn’t do anything except make the numbers go down faster. Samael saw each and every digit as it counted down, and he couldn’t stop himself. He clenched his fist, but the latex only pulled tighter. He fanned his toes, but the latex pushed down on the points of his claws and blunted them. Even as he bunched his muscles as much as he could, there was nothing, no difference in the hold. He was completely and totally caught.

And the timer counted down.

[i][b]5...

4…

3…

2…

1…

1. [/b][/i]

Suddenly, the tightness of the vacuum bed felt worse, as if the latex was pressing down with a pressure that was beyond any of the safety guidelines. Samael groaned, biting his lips as he felt like his body was getting crushed. He shook his head, looking around for any sort of answer.

The console. The console. He turned towards it, and saw that the countdown had faded, replaced by a few words. He had to squint, again, to read them, but what he saw shocked him to his core.

[b][i]Feminization Begun.[/i][/b]

“What the fuck?!”

Feminization. That sounded like something someone would put some sort of sissy through. Samael looked down at his body again, and stared. The outline of his body had already started to change through the latex, the thick muscles in his thighs and biceps reduced. They were still there, but it was shrinking, getting smaller even as he watched. The dragon shook his head in horror, but it was all he could do.

His eyes wandered down his chest, as much as they could, anyway. Usually, he could barely see anything past his massive pecs due to the muscle he’d built up, and he wished it was still the same now. Instead, the muscle was shrinking, and...he didn’t even want to think about what was happening, but he swore it was being converted to something else.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, he looked away from his chest, looking instead to his arms. The big, rippling muscles that he’d built over months in the gym were fading away quickly. The big muscles were gone, and now they were shrinking from average to something leaner, smoother. He even felt weaker, leaving him whimpering in despair at having all of his hard work undone.

When he looked back at his chest, Samael’s fear leaped up a few notches towards terror. What had been plates of muscled pecs had been transformed into the beginnings of breasts, and he could see them growing bigger. It was like someone had hooked up an air pump beneath the vacuum bed and was pumping his chest out.

In fact, he hoped that was what was happening. Anything to make this less of a nightmare, anything to make it less real.

The tingling through his body, though, told him that there was no denying that it was happening. His body was no longer his own, and it was changing rapidly. Beyond the breasts he was growing - well past a C cup now - he couldn’t even see his cock bulge. It worried him, considering that his cock had been so big that he could see it even while soft past his muscles before. The fact that he couldn’t see it now, combined with the tingle between his legs, left him whimpering in fear.

And that tingle was everywhere, in his feet, on his legs, between them, along his belly and chest; it even went over his ass, which seemed to be the only thing besides his chest that was getting bigger. He really, REALLY didn’t want to think of the implications of that, and looked at the screen to distract himself again.

[i][b]Feminization Process 90% complete.[/b][/i]

“What the fuck is the other 10%?!”

The answer came in the sound of something slurping in between his legs, almost like the vacuum bed had sprung a leak there. Then it pressed in against him, and Samael realized that it was pressing against a spot where there should have been more there. He should have felt it flat against his cock. Instead…

“No...no, no, you gotta be kidding. You can’t have taken that!”

[i][b]Feminization Process. Complete.[/b][/i]

As soon as the bed let him loose, Samael pulled himself out and stood up. The sight that met his eyes was not one that he had ever wanted to see.

Where there had been a muscular, buff dragon, now there was a skinny, voluptuous dragoness. He - she - no, HE stared in shock at his skinny stomach, his bigger, expansive chest, and - as he looked over his shoulder - his jiggling ass. His hands went down - feeling so small in comparison to what they’d been - and found that he no longer had a cock. Instead, he had a pussy. A very new, very tight, very sensitive pussy.

The dragon shook his head. How could anything do this? Why? Who could have done this to him? It was unlikely he’d ever find out, but he couldn’t just go on like this. He almost wished that they’d changed his mind, too; at least then, he wouldn’t feel like a male in a female body, particularly since he could tell that his head was still masculine.

He shuddered, pulling his hand away from his pussy before he could touch it again. The first touch had been worrying enough, considering the strange, new sensations he felt from it. He didn’t want to feel it again.

“Where’s the door?”

He looked around, but the walls were as dark as they ever were. The only light came from the red dots on the...cameras…

Samael blushed as he ran to one of them, picking it up by the tripod and swinging it around, pointing away from him. He ran to all the other cameras and did the same, not wanting to be stared at. Even if they weren’t transmitting somewhere else and just recording, he didn’t want to be seen. It was shameful enough that he could see himself like this.

By the time he’d turned the last camera around, he felt the exhaustion settling into his limbs. That was almost the worst thing, Samael thought. He was so used to being strong that he felt utterly puny without his muscles. Before, he could have lifted all of the tripods up and carried them without breaking a sweat. Now, he could barely lift one at a time and turn them around, and he was exhausted after doing it to three.

But worse was the loss of his cock. As he sat on the edge of the table, he couldn’t help but stare down between his breasts at the space between his legs. It was as if he’d never had anything resembling manhood at all. The idea of losing his muscles was bad enough, but he could recover that. The idea of losing his cock, the fact that it had happened and he couldn’t get it back, threatened to send him into a tailspin of depression.

As he leaned back, his hand brushed against something at the edge of the table, and he turned to look at what it was.

Almost immediately, he blushed. At first, he thought it was a dildo, but then he saw that it curved and moved up to a sort of plug on one end. It looked like one of those strap-ons without a strap that ladies had. What were they called? Doe something.

It didn’t matter. It looked like a cock, and he could...maybe…

He reached down and picked it up, holding it between his legs. It wasn’t much, perhaps six inches, but it was still a cock. And if he could take it…

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The dragon was limping a bit as he walked out of the room, having finally found the door. The feeling of the feeldoe inside of him, and the broken hymen, made for a bit of difficulty in getting around. It definitely made for a new way of walking, forcing him to keep his legs closed so that it stayed in, and it made his thighs rub together in a way that really didn’t feel natural.

But on the plus side, he had his cock back. For Samael, having that cock, or even an imitation of it, meant that he was able to reclaim a bit of what the machine had stolen from him. He might not get the real thing back, but at least he’d have something.

Now he just needed to figure out who had put him through this…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]