Every chapter is read by fewer and fewer readers, so let me apologize to anyone who I captivated with the first chapter but then didn't deliver the continuation you expected. I hope I haven't disappointed everyone and some of you will still find my story intersting enough to keep reading.
(The third chapter ended by Patrick leaving me alone, absolutely humiliated after I got hard and came from him fucking me.)
As soon as the doors closed, I wanted to scream, shout, punch something, cry and simply just die. I was so frustrated with everything. With Patrick. With myself.
For the tenth time, my head felt like it wanted to explode. Only this time, it wasn't the only body part that felt this way. While I was trying to sort out the thoughts in my head's, I couldn't ignore the physical feelings in the central part of my body.
First of all, my stomach felt just like my head, like it was going to explode. I didn't know whether it was the sudden and very new feeling of being so full or what else it was, but it was not to my liking.
And then there was the wetness under me. It was cum oozing out of my asshole. The terrible reminder of what just happened. Reminder that I just got fucked in my ass. I seriously let another man fuck me and cum inside me. No, I didn't just let him, I told him to. And the worst part of all... It wasn't a random person I've never met before and wouldn't ever meet again. No. It was Patrick, my best friend of twelve years.
I laid there for some time thinking about everything and I still didn't come to a conclusion about anything. And I was again interrupted in my thinking by yet another new thing.
My stomach rumbled. As if I was hungry. But I wasn't hungry. I had that delicious steak not long ago and I still felt incredibly full from having a dick in my ass. So I wasn't hungry, quite the opposite actually.
My stomach rumbled again. "What is this?" I thought. It remotely reminded me of the time I ate a bowl of expired chilli con carne and had diarrhea afterwards. I hoped the steak wasn't the culprit, because shitting all over the bed I was tied to with no way to clean it was not something I needed at that time.
And then I felt a sharp pain. Everywhere. Through my entire body. It was like being electrified, having cramps and being cut by seven billion knives. Even Wolverine couldn't feel this much pain when his bones were being injected with adamantium.
The pain lasted for about two seconds and it stopped. I was in such a great shock my mind was absolutely blank and I was just staring at the ceiling. I didn't notice my stomach rumbled two more times. The third time drew me out of my shock and I felt my whole body was still tense from the pain. I tried relaxing it but for some reason I couldn't. Normally when this happened after a strong cramp, I'd massage the affected muscle, but since I was still tied up, I couldn't do that. So I just ignored it and hoped I'd go away.
I slowly realized I was tired again. What was with all this tiredness? I felt like I needed to sleep so often now. I closed my eyes, just to let them rest for a while, but then I found myself slowly drifting to sleep. My stomach was still rumbling but that didn't stop me from dozing off.
I had a dream. A very weird one. I was standing in the center of a room filled with people - all of them were men - in white coats. They were presumably scientists and alll their eyes were on me. I took off my blue hospital gown and gave it to one of the men. As I was standing there with only a thong on (wait what? since when was I wearing thongs?), another guy went closer to me, put his left arm around my shoulders and turned me around.
"It looks scarier than it sounded." I said as I saw what was now in front of me. A blue metalic coffin on a gurney connected to dozens of cables, tubes and other equipment. I stepped closer to it and ran my right hand on the lid. It had a shape of a well built dude.
"Are you ready?" the guy next to me asked, still having his arm on my shoulders.
"I suppose so." I replied and slowly put my knee on the side of the gurney I raised myself on it. The guy took his arm off my shoulders and pressed a button to open the coffin lid. I put my feet in the coffin and sat down with my legs taking up about two thirds of the coffin's legs. I stretched my left arm and turned it to a different guy who was ready with a blue injection in his hands. He injected it into the inner side of my elbow, rubbed it with his thumb for two seconds, then smiled at me and said good luck. I lowered my upper body into the coffin as well upon which the first guy patted my stomach and said "it will be over before you know it" and closed the lid on me.
At first, I saw and heard nothing. It was pitch black, absolutely silent. But then blue lights turned on the lid and a I heard a buzz. It looked like a tanning bed. Nothing except from the blue light was happening for a while, but then I felt these big suction cups stick onto every part of my body. I could only see two - the ones sticking on my chest, each hugging one of my breasts - but I felt them everywhere on my skin (except on my penis because that was the only part of my body covered with fabric, albeit thin). Then the coffin sizzled and released a white smoke that knocked me out in a matter of seconds.
When I came to my senses again, it was pitch black and silent again. After a few moments, I felt and heard the suction cups leave my body and after a further few seconds, the coffin started opening. I was a bit dizzy, but not enough to faint. Two coat guys from before came to me and helped me sit up.
Right in front of me was standing the guy who previously turned me to face the coffin. He smiled and asked how I felt.
"Dizzy" was my only answer.
"And physically? Are you hurting? Are you sore?"
"No, I think I'm fine."
"Amazing" he cheered and ordered the two guys next to me to help me out of the thing. They each put one of my arms around their necks and their own arms around my back. On the count of three, all three of us stood up. I stepped out of the coffin and jumped down from the gurney.
The first guy looked at me, quickly scanning my whole body with his eyes. He looked me in the eyes with a big smile, said "Look at yourself" and pointed fo a mirror on the wall to my right.
I was in awe. What I saw was an image I never dreamt of. I was looking at myself, but I was bigger in every aspect except height. My abs were clearly visible, my chest was huge, and my legs and arms were absolute cannons.
The whole thing was like the scene from the beginning of the first Captain America movie where he stepped into a machine as a skinny man and stepped out of it as a pumped muscular man. Only difference was that I wasn't really skinny to begin with. I was already happy with how I looked and how strong I was. And now I was even bigger, almost gigantic.
"Welcome to your new body" I heard. A fraction of a second later I felt like dying.
I was awake and the terrible electrification/cramps/knives were back. I was met with the same pain as before. This one was slightly longer, about six seconds. Six absolutely terrifying seconds.
When it stopped, I was in a shock again, breathing heavily as if I just ran a marathon in under one hour and I needed to remember that I needed oxygen to continue living. When I heard my stomach rumbling again, I started screaming as loud as I could.
"For the love of all that is holy, what's going on? It's two in the morning, what do you want?" It was Patrick.
Two in the morning? That explained the darkness I just noticed.
"What... The fuck... Is happening to me?" I asked in between cathing my breath.
"What do you mean by that?"
"My stomach... Is rumbling... And I felt immense pain... It was the second... Time this happened."
"Oh yeah, I heard the rumbling when I came back. You were so peacefully snoozing and all I could hear was your calm breathing and your belly rumbling."
"SO WHAT IS IT?"
"Dom... Don't you remember me saying the journey would be unpleasant? That's what this is, the transformation process... uhm... happening. My treatment is taking effect. Your body is reacting to the injections."
"Why does it hurt so much? It's a literally unimaginable pain!"
"Yeah, well... It can't be for free, can it?"
"What do you mean? Have I not paid enough for something I never even wanted?"
"You will not regret it once it's over. Now sleep."
"I did before your fantastic 'treatment' woke me up."
Patrick didn't answer. He just turned to face the wall so all I saw was his back. And he had zero trouble falling back asleep, I heard him snore in less than two minutes.
I heard and felt my stomach rumble again and I was scared of what was going to happen next. Or rather when it was going to happen, because I pretty much knew what was going to happen. But I couldn't stay up for hours on end just being scared of the next wave of pain, I had to sleep.
And so I closed my eyes and soon enough, I was sleeping as well.
