Case Intervention

“Do we have anyone new here today?” Alex stared pointedly at the unfamiliar ginger man and smiled. They tightened their lips and shifted their feet. “Don’t be shy. As I said on the phone. No one should be ashamed of who they are… or what they did.”

“I think it was a mistake coming here.” He started to sit up and some of the others sighed.

“No, you meant it or you wouldn’t have drove hundreds of kilometers to get here. Please sit.” The man looked at the door and sat back down.

“Look, my alter ego is… is…can I even...”

“Say her name. You need to take her power away from you.” Alex said firmly.

“My… alter ego is Michelle.”

“Now what is your name?” Alex said firmly. The man put his head on his forehead. “I’m Jason.” Everybody clapped, then sat back. Alex smiled at Jason. Others introduced themselves but of particular note was a detective from the Austin police department and a businessman from Dallas. Both involuntary users. Both given Bodymod with racial modifiers. Their relative positions of power before the Bodymod no doubt made them feel more vulnerable.

The detective brushed the back of his ash blonde hair. “My name is Sam Doherty. I got poisoned with this shit by the Mafia. Too close to finding their fixer at the docks in New Jersey.” He groaned. “Back in Pittsburgh. I could keep the habit to once a week before she got too feisty, but what scared me was…”

“You liked it? Brian chimed in. A young black man with a redhead white southern girl as his alt. He had been here a while. Alex was proud of him.

“Of course not…” He sighed.

“Whatever, you know how it is, at first it’s you, but then…” Brian looked at Jason.

Alex held his hand on your heart. “That’s something we all understand. Tell Jason more about Gina.”

“She’s so stupid it’s embarrassing. I got busted by my own department for fighting as her once. Thankfully she just got a warning. I can’t lose my life, but if she runs or does something stupid, that’s what is gonna happen. She sends me videos to make me feel like shit, to make me feel less of a man.” Sam said and rapidly rubbed a knee. “Can someone else talk?”

The ruddy haired man spoke. “My name is Charlie Kerr. And I am a Bodymod addict.”

“Hey Charlie.” Everyone said.

“Can we get this over with?” Charlie said. Alex spread his hands in response.

“I was over in Dubai when I broke some weirdo Muslim obscure law. A bad headache and sore balls later and some corrupt cop had me all locked up in his apartment.” Everybody winced, some of them nodded, they knew the story.

“Hatta break out those rocky ropes and bust out the door, but I felt like shit when I got to the hotel.” He played with his wrists like he was untying ropes all over again.

“She calls herself Fatima. I’m a tough man, don’t wanna toot my own horn, but she is all submissive and the like. And she doesn’t speak any damn English.” He closed as his eyes as he remembered the pain. Bones twisting and snapping like twigs. His skin blotching brown. His lips puffing up and his big floppy Arab tits getting fresh air.

“So what about you.. stranger? Feel more confident now?”

“Michelle I just… my friends are just assholes. They popped it in my drink. Thinking they were getting a black whore.” Brian’s eyes went upwards and he let out a little chuckle.

“My life was ruined, they got a nightmare.”

“Friends?” Alex raised a brow.

“Not any longer of course. Especially not since I fucked all of them.” He folded his arms. There was silence for a few moments. Then they moved onto the next story. “Some racist pieces of shit did it to me.” said Brian.

Alex felt a sense of gratification at a classic session. A truly sorry bunch. And I love them all. Well, their alter egos anyway. I can’t wait until I get to know them better. “What?” He said under his breath. The thought made his limbs go weak. A memory flashed through his mind of a familiar office. His old office. It was his alter ego talking to a woman named Michelle. Jason’s Michelle. No.. no fuck fuck.

 

 

 

“You gotta help me get rid of this white motherfucker. He is ruining my goddamn life.” The intentions of that bit-genius Izumi slowly started to spread through his brain. Her emotions began to swell. “Please Izumi don’t do this. Don’t make me do this” He felt a headache come on as the toxic chemical built up in his bloodstream. This is a drug, I am an addict. I am an addict, I am an addict!”

“Your pleas irritate me. I will see these women released. The true victims in this matter. You give life and then snatch it away.” She said in Japanese.

“This is just a sick experiment. You bitch, narcissist.” Alex screamed in his head.

“This is progress. Unlike your sessions. I have eliminated the mental conflict through medication, so therefore I am eliminating you too.” Everybody started to cough at once. Some fell instantly and one or two made it to the door. Brian shrieked in his cracking voice. His accent changing into a long drawl. “What deeed you do!?”

“Don’t you realise what’s happening? You stupid bodymod whores.”

 

 

 

Alex’s mouth wasn’t his own as he walked between the vomiting and writhing serum bitches. “What you have ingested is… ugh… ultra strength research use Bodymod serum. Also known as EX-LI-0R-Type 3. The same the military uses. Of course it’s officially banned…even North Korea thought using this was too far.” A smirk forced itself on his face. He turned in a small circle. Alex felt his own chest begin to bulge as Izumi’s breast tissue started developing. Pain receptors shot off in every part of his body. Panic started to surge in waves. “Now listen, because this is the part that pertains to you. Try quitting research strength body serum and the withdrawal will k-k-ugh, kill you. Fighting, trying to break through, all of it will cause system shock. So in other words, it’s permanent!” He giggled and licked his lips as they expanded and reddened. His cheeks tickled as sheer black hair slithered down his face. His hardening nipples made him recollect Izumi fucking her fake male patients in his office.

“Traitor.” Sam shouted. “Murderer.” His accent was also taking on the nasally New Jersey tone. His hair turning black as his nose bent into a pronounced ethnic Italian Roman shape.

“P-p-lease no. I gotta family.” Charlie cried out as his Adam’s apple was crushed into nothing.

“And soon you will again. Fatima will at least.”

Alex fell to the floor as he begin to completely submit to the transformation. He could feel Izumi burrowing her way through his brain. To his eyes, to his lips, to his senses. Taking control bit by bit. He yelled as his penis ejaculated.

“Now beeee uhh quieettt and enjoy the pleasurrrreee.” He ejaculated thick Caucasian male goo again as his testicles and remaining sperm dissolved. Then, Alex’s brain signals flickered. If you’d run it through an MRI it would look like his brain was rebuilding, some parts blazing hot, others cold dead matter. Hormonal Switches in his brain activated. Dominant to submissive. Masculine to feminine. Likes and dislikes. The tingling sensation in his groin moved to breasts as the finishing touches taught his brain that yes, this is a woman’s body. Why… why so much rougher than usual, so quick. And he was awake. This isn’t fair, he had been… so close. “This was quite the success.” They thought as their brain patterns merged momentarily. His now half-Caucasian face ached as his skull was rearranging bone by bone and plate by plate.

 

 

 

Their temples and pressure points throbbed. One by one their limbs and neck paralyzed as bones broke and disintegrated. Were they there for hours or minutes? Receptions of seconds. They felt like their face was being stamped on and someone had dug their fingernails under their eye sockets as they began to reshape into their Japanese counterparts. Their cheekbones taking on a high femininity. The breasts and nipples enhanced into a show stopping size.

Their blue eyes blinked, and then those new hard brown eyes looked at a nearby Jason as his skin turned mocha. He was drooling as he sucked his finger like a big cock. One hand running through his darkening braiding hair.

Heat pooled in their twisting bowels as they feel a rough dryness between their legs. They forced their hands to move and push on the roughness. And with a hot release of air and diluted cum, opened the vagina to fresh air. The outside skin curled into lovely wet lips slick with their newly produced female fluids. Her eyes rolled up and down like a slot machine as she pumped the finger in. “Huuhuuhuuhaiiiiiii!” Fluids flooded over her hand. Release, release! the vagina is released. Fantastic. Izumi took some deep rattling breaths as her brain patterns overwhelmed Alex's and she assumed control forever. A malevolent smirk appeared on her face.

 

 

 

 

“Girls… your dress… huh ha… in the cupboard. All correct size. I do my homework.” Izumi said with her light Japanese accent.

“Sweetie, you were worth every penny.” Brian’s alt Clarice kissed Izumi on the cheek.

“Like motherfucking Moses. We gotta celebrate.” Michelle chucked her dreadlocks back.

“I only want save vulnerable woman." Izumi smiled as she handed out fake ids. Some of them chuckled and gave malicious smirks.

“I could kiss ya.” Said Gina. She ran up to the others, her breasts bouncing. Sam’s alt really looked like a stereotypical Italian American woman. Fatima babbled in Arabic. Gina rubbed the shorter woman’s shoulders while Izumi handed her a hijab.

 

 

 

 

 

“Yo Babe, you can live with me in Sam’s old joint. Got it?” Some other women were also saying something in Korean and Spanish.

“See y’all out on the town.” Clarice said. Izumi folded her arms over her red dress as they filed out one by one. Further observations were needed but she couldn’t wait to be the first full Bodymod citizen. Once her results became public then the world would be turned upside down and she.. she would be famous. She licked her lips and moved to join her grateful creations.