Fast

You watched as the afternoon hours passed, just how quickly the medicine injected into your grandfather's body took hold and began to change him.

The man, before he had become addicted and infected, was a man's man, burly, big, and could easily push his way around people who were smaller than him. It didn't matter that you were his only grandson, or a child for that matter, as he often used his size and bulk to push you around. Hell, your only broken bone came from him grabbing you and "teaching" you the finer points of discipline. The snap in your arm told him that you weren't tough enough and he had commenced beating you on the daily for a whole summer. Your own parents had either not cared to say anything, were too intimidated to standing up to him, or (more sadly the case) had enjoyed and relished it.

This had gone on for years until you hit puberty and puberty slapped you back. By the time you were 16, you were already taller than him and though you were lanky as a kid, you filled out nicely enough that you had enough strength to snap back. You landed a well-timed punch in your senior year that knocked the old man backwards into your grandmother's china dish curio cabinet, shattering the cheap antiques, and earning you both a threatened "call the police if you ever come back" wail from your grandmother and your grandfather threatening to disown you and disavowing anything to do with you. Hell, even your parents had gotten in on the action against you, which made you realize you had done the right thing. Abusive family needs only to be stood up to in order to show their true colors. You could read them perfectly.

You looked down as the young nubile, otherwise distinctly feminine, person lay still in the restraints, planked, her eyes covered by the blindfold and the headphones continuing their slow mental reconditioning. There was no other way to describe the person other than "she" and "her", the fact that brought you both a sense of joy at the power in your hands and the sense that the payback you were going to inflict on her would otherwise condemn you as well to the premise that, until you died, you would need to provide her with the sustenance she needed to live, not just function, as the medicine had one simple drawback: it rendered her body incapable of processing food, water, or any other source of intake other than your sperm. Every single moment she was thirsty, hungry, or in need of refreshment, she would need to get it from you. Vaginal was the best intake source, followed by oral and anal. Even topical would be, in a pinch, enough to satiate the hunger pangs but she would never again enjoy a beer, the taste of a well-cooked steak, or even appreciate the subtle textures of wine.

Which made the cellar he had spent years crafting now perfectly useless.

Okay, so irony can be ironic sometimes.

The tablet alerted you with a ping, telling you that the basic subliminal programming was complete. A second prompt asked you what you wanted to follow up with and, with a smile, you tapped the button for "Asian". Your grandfather was a bigot, racist to the core, and you felt it was your moral and civic duty to fix that.

"The second protocol training will work on their subconscious, changing thought patterns and behavior patterns. A lot has to be environment and taught...but humans also pick up a lot through suggestion and verbal cues." She had used Monica as an example, the former white male now perfectly at ease being both female and black. You had raised your eyebrows at that but the subtle racist undertones weren't lost on the two of you. "I'm not saying we'll turn anyone into a different race overnight but these things allow for conditioning and suggestion is a bitchy mistress."

You selected "Japanese" for the mindset and selected it. Soon, the tones coming from her mouth as she moaned in her sleep took a slightly higher pitch as her body began to change from the noise. You brushed her hair in your hands, feeling her skin react to your touch, your smell, your scent. She moaned as your fingers brushed her hair, which was a sandy blonde that started to show darkening at the roots. You knew the changes were starting already, mostly by the way her body had taken a sheen to it, the pigments in her skin turning from their near albino white to a soft brown color. There was enough JAV in your history to tell you that she was becoming quickly one of them, if not the cream of the crop (pardon the pun)

By the mid-afternoon, you and Monica were looking at your grandfather's changed body and even she could not believe the change from a strapping Nordic hulk of a man to a busty JAV beauty, long blackish brown hair and soft brown eyes. She was still oblivious to your presence, though, as she had the earphones over her ears and was happily sucking the dildo-applicator in front of her with the vibrator applicator buzzing away from behind. "Think of a name yet?"

You shook your head. "Nope, not until I fuck it in her first." You held up the vial for her to see. "This will begin the final stage of the process."

"The wonders of modern medicine in the hands of a fucking god..." she cooed slightly, pressing her body up against you as you had moved your hand from around her hip down her skirt and began to finger her clit, teasing it until she was having to use your body to support herself. "Mmm..."

"Don't worry, Monica...I take care of my woman..." you smiled before you took your hand away from her and she collapsed almost immediately to her knees. Turning your attention, you put the vial into the small section of the applicator and slid it back into your grandfather, pressing the button to activate the solution and watched as it slowly drained into her willing body. A few more moments before her pulse began to race and her sucking became a bit more frantic. "Nice..."