CHAPTER 6:
As usual, the new room was completely dark, and only when I closed the door
behind me did a spot-light come on.
"Well," I said, relieved. "This doesn't look so bad."
I had been expecting some kind of strange torture equipment. Instead, there was
simply a box in the middle of the room about 8" (20cm) high and 2' (.6m) square.
I walked into the room and tentatively kicked the box. It was bolted to the
floor. I looked like it was just a box.
"**TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 6: EXERCISE**"
I looked around, wondering what to do.
"** (ting) A girl must exercise to stay fit. **"
"A girl must exercise to stay fit," I dutifully repeated.
"** (ting) I want a fit body to please my man. **"
"I want a fit body to please my man." Why was the house so intent on turning me
into a woman? Why was it doing this?
"** Please put on the leotard. **"
"Please put on the... Oh, I see," I didn't notice before, but there was a
leotard in the corner of the room, hanging from a cable in the ceiling. I walked
over and inspected it.
It was bright neon-pink spandex, and would have been cute (on a woman) except
for the ominous looking cables and tubes attached to it. I followed the cables
up to the ceiling where they were attached to a long metal arm.
"Um... OK," I pulled the leotard to detach it from the cables, but it was all
one unit. As I tugged on the leotard, the metal arm in the ceiling swung
smoothly out from the wall, attached to the leotard as it was by the cables.
Apparently, no matter where I was in the room, the metal arm would swing on
well-oiled joints so that it would always be directly over me.
I tried to get into the leotard, but it was too high. But the cables were
tension-spring loaded, so with a strong enough pull I was able to lower the
leotard enough to step into it. Unlike most leotards, this one was designed to
close with a zipper up the back.
I wormed one foot into the leotard, and then the other. It was a tight fit! As I
let go, the cables retracted slowly into the ceiling.
"ACK!" I swiveled around. The leotard had a built-in anal probe! It was long and
thin and was pushing at my backside. As the cable retracted further, it
insistently pushed at my anus.
I quickly reached back and inserted it properly. It was well lubricated, and
once it probed past my sphincter muscle it slithered right in.
"Unh..." the probe slipped further in. It got thicker and thicker as it went
along, the result being that my anus was forced open wider and wider. Thank god
it was well lubricated.
What now? I wondered.
After a couple seconds rest, I slipped my hands into the arm holes of the
leotard in front of me. The leotard had long-sleeves. Too late, I realized that
at the ends the sleeves were not open. Instead, they ended in mittens with no
fingers or thumbs.
"** Thank you **"
Draw strings around my wrists pulled shut, trapping them. The zipper in back
started closing all on its own! I looked up and saw that it was on a string that
was being slowly pulled up into the ceiling. As the zipper closed it pulled the
leotard tight around my body, clutching and trapping me. The waist was
especially small, making it hard to take deep breaths.
Cables pulled on the mittens (and my hands and arms with them) pulling my left
arm around my right side and vice versa. I was bound up like a straight jacket,
with both hands and arms useless, hugging myself. Trapped!
As the zipper pulled slowly closed, I realized that the bra cups of the leotard
were made of hard plastic. As the fabric tightened around my body, the cups were
tightly pressed against my male breasts. Under the leotard they made my body
quite curvaceous, but why were they made of hard plastic?
But then I felt something inside the cups, like coarse bristles pressing against
my skin. I twisted my body trying to adjust my body so the little points were
aimed at less delicate places, but as I did the bristles danced across my
nipples!
It was then I realized the fiendishness of the bra cups inside my leotard: There
were little spring-mounted brushes inside! The slightest movement would send
them oscillating like mad, brushing across my nipples and making them ultra
sensitive.
A motor clicked on above, and I heard some hissing around my abdomen. I felt the
weirdest, "tugging" sensation on my penis from above. I flexed my muscles a bit
to try and get it more comfortable, but then my penis was sucked into a tube --
it had been literally vacuumed into a tube at the front of the leotard. The tube
went up to the jointed arm in the ceiling.
"OH!" I gasped as everything tightened up. The zipper pulled shut, the tube
retracted a bit into the ceiling (painfully pulling on my penis), and the cable
attached to the probe in my penis tightened up, thrusting the dildo even deeper
in. The probe and the cable from above acted like a big, soft rubber hook. If
the cable tightened from above, the hook would thrust ever deeper into my ass,
forcing my asshole ever wider.
I lifted up on my tip-toes to try and relieve the strain, but the cables and
tubes retracted with me, maintaining an even tension. Slowly, ever so slowly, so
as not to encourage further invasion of my ass, I settled back down on the
floor, pulling the cables and tubes with me. With every twitch of my body, I
felt brushes moving over my nipples. If only my arms were free! I could have
pulled down on the cables to make them less invasive.
A lighted flickered on the opposite wall.
It was a video projection of a lady in a leotard at a gym somewhere.
"Hello there!" Said the lady, excessively perky, her blond hair tied up in a
pony tail swinging around her head. "And welcome to Step Aerobics!"
"AAAAGH! NO!" I shouted.
"Now I know everyone says, 'I just hate exercise!'"
"Yes!" I shouted, "I hate exercise!" I tried desperately to free my arms, but
they were caught fast in the snug hold of my leotard/straitjacket.
"But step aerobics is different! It's Fun! Fun! Fun! Now, walk up to the step
and let's get started!"
The video froze. The perky lady stopped in mid gesture with a bright, almost
manic look on her face.
"No way am I moving," I muttered, holding myself very still.
**ZZAPP**
"AAHH!" I jumped forward, causing the probe in my ass to be unceremoniously
jammed deeper and the hose on my penis to give a vicious tug. I had been shocked
by the butt plug! The brushes frantically stroked back and forth across my
nipples.
"Very Good!" The aerobics bimbo had started up again. My jump had put me
directly in front of my stair-stepping stair. "Now, let's start with some easy
warm-ups, shall we? Step up!" She froze again.
I held perfectly still. After a couple seconds the brushes had finally settled
down, and I had slowly pushed down on the probe to get a bit more leeway.
**ZZAPP**
"Fuck!" I jumped to step up on the stair. The hoses and cables quickly took up
the slack, holding me tight.
"And now down again!" The instructor bounced off the stair.
Wincing in expectation, I stepped off the stair. Just as I thought, the anal
invader thrust deep up my ass, actually causing me to loose my breath.
While the anal thrusting was bad, my penis was like a leash, with my body weight
at one end and the tube pulling at the other. It was a tug-of-war with my penis
in the middle.
The brushes vibrated on their springs with a frenzy, causing my nipples to
become fully hard, making them even more of a target for the rough bristles.
"Step up! Step down! Good!"
I did as instructed, the cables pulling, the brushes dancing across my nipples,
my bodying being violated, tugged, and roughly stroked with every step.
My god! I was hard!
"Step up, now forward! Good! Now step back, now to the left! Good! Put some more
bounce in your step!"
I looked down at my penis in amazement. I was hard! The taut spandex, the
straitjacket bondage, the brushes, the pulling, the thrusting... my body was
being used, I was at the mercy of the machine.
"Step up! Now Step back again! Show some energy, you! Give it all you got!
"** I want to be obedient and submissive, **" the words rang in my ears. "**I
enjoy following orders.**"
"OK! Good warm up! Now for some deep knee bends!"
I groaned.
"Good! Now place your feet about this far apart, and now bend down, just as far
as you can!"
Deep knee bends with my feet set apart meant opening up my ass for the deepest
penetration yet. I swear I felt the probe sliding a good 8" (20cm) up my ass.
"GOOD! Now you know what I do when I do deep knee bends? I like to imagine that
I'm doing them with a nice hard cock up my ass! Isn't that a great idea!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Where did this exercise video come from?
"Now this time, repeat after me (ting) I love a nice hard cock up my ass, as
deep as possible!"
"I love a nice hard cock up my ass, as deep as possible!" I repeated the phrase,
humiliated, but intensely turned on.
"Say it again! (ting)"
"I love a nice hard cock up my ass, as deep as possible!"
"And again! (ting)"
"I love a nice hard cock up my ass, as deep as possible!"
And as the rubber rod slipped even deeper, I came.
And came.
Hard.
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Thank god the machine somehow knew I had orgasmed, because all the cables
relaxed for a few minutes and I was given a chance to rest. If it hadn't been
for that, I'm sure I would have gone berserk.
But after 15 minutes, my rest was over. The cables tightened up and I was back
doing aerobics. This time feeling a lot more sensitive, sweaty, and um... used.
Especially back there.
The only time I actually felt pain, other than the ordinary soreness that anyone
would feel having a foot-long dildo thrust up their ass, was when I tripped and
stumbled off the stair. *THAT* hurt a good deal, both on my penis and my ass
which together had to support my full weight for a couple of moments.
But again, the machine must have sensed something was wrong, because it gave me
a few minutes break before continuing with the session. Or maybe it was just a
coincidence. Whatever, the break came at just the right time.
After about two hours of exercise, I was finally let go. I could slip my hands
out of the mittens and my arms from the leotard sleeves. Next I pulled down the
zipper, and then (since the cables were completely loose now) it was an easy
task to ease the anal plug out of my ass and pull my poor aching penis from the
tube which had clutched it so vigorously just moments earlier.
I shuddered inside when I saw the leotard retract back to its starting position,
all set to go for the next session.
I stumbled out of the room, down the hall and back into the room with the
mannequin (I was bothered that the room was starting to feel like "home"). I had
to nap for a couple of hours before I could get up the energy to drink my next
meal from the mannequin's liquid food "dispenser".
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That night I lay awake for a long time, thinking. I felt trapped, there was no
doubt about that. If the door opened to the outside right now I would walk
through it and never look back.
But would I?
I thought about the last few days. What did I feel like? Like a laboratory mouse
in some weird experiment? Like a pawn in a life-sized chess game?
No, what I really felt like was an army recruit in some bizarre basic-training
program. With rough handling I was being physically and mentally conditioned by
the machines. Body scrubbed hairless, posture corrected, chemically modified
with drugs, muscles exercised, anus loosened to accept ever larger invaders, and
now a makeup and posture expert.
But why? To what purpose?
As I recounted my training so far, I put a hand up to my ear and felt the
earpiece, the small piece of hard plastic which was still glued firmly into my
ear.
"** (ting) My name is Jennifer. **" it said speaking very softly in my ear, as
if on cue.
"My name is Jennifer," I replied, laying back on my bed.
"** (ting) I want to be a woman. **
"I want to be a woman," Feeling something, I reached down only to realize that
my still-aching cock had actually become semi-hard.
"** (ting) I want to be obedient and submissive. **"
"I want to be obedient and submissive."
"** (ting) My name is Jennifer. **"
"** (ting) I want to be a woman. **"
The mantra continued until I fell asleep.
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