Jack’s journey

Before Jack stretched Flux, an endless landscape, a maddening expanse of sifting foggy lifeless desert populated by stringers, duggers, slaves and fluxlords. Fluxlords that were as good as wizards, able to manipulate the flux and everyone in it. This was the unknown- a place where he had no control and could end up ... He shuddered. Fluxgirls were made here after all.

Behind was Anchor. An island of normalcy where things did not change and flux power did not work - roads, fields, trees, fences, livestock, farms, towns and mundane people... And his enemies. He had to escape but stepping out into that was the last option.

He'd heard of people getting lost out there in the barren nothingness, driven mad and warped by their madness into abominations. "Oh god."

A gun shot rang behind him and a bullet pinged off a nearby rock. That decided him. He ran into flux. And ran. Furtive glances over his shoulder showed more flux. Anchor was nowhere to be seen. He hoped his pursuers did not have a wizard or stringer amongst them. He doubted it. They were just common soldiers, loyal to the new regime. He'd held a position of power in the old regime. Now he had nothing.

Time stretched on indeterminately. He must have walked for miles. His body began to ache. There was no day or night. Nothing to keep track of time. No landmarks. He was tired. His stomach roiled. He'd felt like he'd been walking forever. Hungry. So hungry. God he'd love an apple... A sweet. Juicy. Apple. His mouth watered at the thought. The flux in front of him swirled and solidified into a shiny red sphere. And suddenly there was an apple in front of him. He picked it up and bit into it. It tasted good! He'd created food! He had flux power. Raw. Untrained. But power!

He grinned in triumph as he sat down and ate the food he'd made. Things were looking up. He yawned and concentrated on a bed. A big four poster with pillows and a down duvet. A king size bed. Wood. Ornate. Oak. The shape took form in the swirling flux. Then it was there. He jumped onto it. God he was tired.

Next he made a tent. Some more food. He yawned, climbed under the duvet and was soon asleep. He tossed and turned. Dreams filling his mind. He was still running through flux, chased by his enemies. They caught him. They were going to turn him into a fluxgirl. He tried to escape as the flux enveloped him. "No!!!" He cried as his body shrunk. The flux cleared to reveal a female body. Big heavy breasts. Narrow waist. Wide hips. Long legs. A body made for sex. An angelic face. Between her legs... A female sex. She giggled vacuously.

Jackie sat up in bed. A dream. Just a dream. They hadn't caught him. Jackie chuckled. "Oh. Wait... Those weren't there before..."

Staring down at her new body Jackie stifled a whimper of shock. Her hand went to her large heavy perfectly rounded breasts. The flesh was soft and pillowy, her enlarged nipples hardening at her own small handed touch. Accompanying her tingling nipples was a new and very pleasant thrill between her legs. "Oh dear," she muttered as she looked down between her legs. A small nub was all that was left of her once proud manhood. It stood out a lot from the pink folds below it. Unthinkingly she went to touch it and moaned.

Fluxgirls were renowned for their all consuming libidos and clearly she had acquired this trait. It should have bothered her a lot, but it felt so good playing with herself, imagining how good sex would feel in her new body. She was so sexual now. So desirable. Every sensation was heightened. She could use her body to seduce any woman ... or man. The realisation shocked and aroused her. But it felt wrong. No. Any woman or man could seduce her. She nodded in agreement at these submissive inclinations which stuck such a strong chord in her then shook her head to try and fight them.

She wasn't a fluxgirl. This wasn't her... The sense of wrongness was off putting. Maybe this was how she was...

She played with her new sex almost compulsively. Absently she looked about. The bed had been king size but now it looked almost half as big again. Which meant she was smaller. At most five feet. Maybe smaller. So her breasts were only big in comparison to her body. Her boobs were magnificent, so pert and the nipples... She shuddered.

She tried to imagine her old body, to change back. Large. Muscular. Male. She imagined her old familiar cock between her legs. Unfortunately her fluxgirl inclinations seemed to thwart her and instead she found her thoughts shifting to torrid fantasies of her former cock thrusting deep between her legs. It was these thoughts that made her cum for the first time in her body.

It felt so good. She had to keep going.

After her fourth orgasm she lay back and stared at the tent ceiling. Fluxgirls couldn't do math or read she recalled. She tried to count and found she needed to use her fingers and toes. Addition and subtraction were beyond her. As was recalling how to spell words. This should have bothered her but she realised that fluxgirls didn't need to count or read. They just needed to end good in bed. She knew she could do that. Men had to worry about that stuff...

"But I'm a man!" She whispered.

She tried to use the flux. She focused her will to create what she wanted. Stiletto heels so she could stand and walk with her now arched heels. A tight skimpy halter of translucent gossamer material and matching thong panties that sat snug in her lovely rounded ass cheeks and cleaved to her new sex. She found she could only create sexy clothes and makeup and jewellery ... and a big dildo to pleasure herself with - but turning herself back into a man was beyond her.

She was down on her hands and knees, panties around her shapely ankles, halter top askew, thrusting the dildo deep into her sopping cunt imagining being taken by her master when she realised she was not alone. She looked up and saw a man she recognised - one of the soldiers who had overthrown the old regime. He could read strings she recalled. She couldn't stop thrusting with the dildo but retained enough of her former self to blush.

"Hello girl, where is your master?" He asked as he circled her, admiring her curvaceous little body.

"Gone..." She answered. She found his inspection exciting.

"He must have flux power..." The soldier noted looking at the tent. "Hmmm so you're free for the taking?" He prompted as he reached out and took her dildo, sliding it slowly out.

Jackie moaned and nodded, feeling suddenly empty. She was scared. This was an enemy. But also a man. A master. She felt embarrassed but her fluxgirl urges overcame any dignity. She looked up at him hopefully. She licked her lips nervously. She wanted him.

The soldier chuckled condescendingly. Fluxgirls were obsessed with sex. All he saw was a randy little sex toy, a plaything discarded by a fluxlord, an object to take back to Anchor for his amusement and delight. A part of Jackie fought. She had power in flux. She could use it to turn the tables - regain her masculinity and turn this enemy into a fluxgirl. She sensed all she needed was the **** of will to overcome her now innate submissiveness and femininity.

But instead she spread her legs.

"I'm hunting a fleeing renegade, but I suppose I could take a moment to have some fun," he unbuckled his trousers and grabbed her legs, pulling her small body over the bed to him. She could feel his manhood against her thighs. Her breath grew heavy with need. As he thrust into her she practically melted, her lust growing till it eclipsed all thought, all reason. She was a fluxgirl, doing what she was made to do. She found herself rocking her hips to meet each thrust, her legs wrapped about his waist. His hands were on her overly sensitive breasts, toying with her nipples as he filled her pussy.

"You're fairly horny, even for a fluxgirl... That fluxlord must like his Fluxgirls extra slutty..." The soldier observed as he pounded into her. Her pussy throbbed and contracted and he grunted as he started to fill her womb with his seed.

He sighed. "Well even if I don't find the renegade this trip was worth it. I'll be taking you back to Anchor with me. You're the best little fluxgirl I've come across. Might even make a good flux wife."

Jackie swallowed. In Anchor she would not be able to change. In this body she'd not have the self confidence to escape back to flux. She'd be the same as any fluxgirl, cleaning, fucking and doing menial mindless tasks. "Flux wife?" She found herself asking with interest. The thought of being pregnant was new to her. Her belly swelling, her breasts enlarging... Flux wives were baby making machines. The offer seemed attractive. "Yes master."

She could still turn the tables. Make him into a fluxgirl. But... She didn't have the strength of will.

"Come, let's get you back to Anchor girl."

She dressed in her skimpy outfit that she had made and followed her master back. All the way she toyed with the idea of escaping this fate. But couldn't.

Then she stood at the edge of Anchor. "After you."

She knew that if she stepped over she would spend the rest of her life like this. She looked up at her master. She could escape. She hesitantly stepped over.

As she passed into Anchor Jackie sensed her connection to the flux leave her. It was like a light switching off. In its absence she was acutely conscious of her new body. Her breasts felt heavier. Her body weaker. The permanence of her feminine flesh now was now almost certain. Any chance of returning to flux and regaining her masculinity, her former mental skills, her power was gone. She was a fluxgirl permanently in Anchor - where her subservience was expected. Her body quivered at the thought as her mind struggled to accept it. She'd done this to herself. Why!? She looked up at her master and smiled nervously. She was at his mercy. She should step back into flux. But she stood in anchor, a willing prisoner in her little sexually exaggerated body.

"You've never been in Anchor have you girl? It's alright. You'll fit in fine here. We appreciate Fluxgirls - they're not that common here. Only the wealthy and powerful have their own." He explained. Jackie nodded. She knew this. After her recent promotion she'd made arrangements to have her former wife turned into a fluxgirl. But the coup had stopped that.

She walked the old worn road back into town in her impossibly high heels, shapely ass swaying, heavy breasts jiggling. Those they passed on the road eyed her curiously. "Another former official?" One farmer asked. Her master shook his head but seemed to enjoy the envious looks. Jackie realised that she was coveted by those that saw her and she strutted boldly, revelling in the attention her scantily clad body drew. It made her nipples harden and her net hers tingle deep inside, which was obvious to all.

She could not read the road signs and everything looked much bigger now but she remembered the way. They came into town and she became an object of intense interest. They entered the town square and she saw the people in stocks. Half were men she knew - her former officials ousted by the coup. They looked tired, dishevelled, tearful and worried and were positioned so they were **** to look at the naked fluxgirl's in the docks across from them. There were about eight, each with a sign above their pretty heads that proclaimed their former identity. She couldn't read the names but could imagine who they had been. One of them was currently being enthusiastically screwed by a soldier, moving as best she could to meet his thrusts. The others showed signs of similar treatment and were watching their sister fluxgirl get taken with evident envy and lust. The men in stocks watched fatalistically, knowing that this would soon be their fate. The gathered crowd laughed and jeered with moblike mentality and men vied for the right to slake their lists on the imprisoned Fluxgirls.

Jackie found herself as mesmerised by the scene as the other girls. The thought of being naked on display and taken publicly and demeaningly aroused her envy and desire. It hardly seemed punishment.

"Minister Zuther," her master nodded at one dripping fluxgirl. Jackie stared. She knew the minister, a large proud man prone to excesses and suspected of corruption. Now she was a petite heavy chested redhead with a smattering of freckles on her face and breasts. The former minister coloured at Jackie's masters words.

"Please..." Zuther licked her lips and wiggled in her docks. "This is a mistake. I'm innocent." Her big wide eyes begged.

Jackie's master laughed. "You're hardly innocent you little slut. You've gotten your just desserts. And tell me honestly. Do you really want to go back to how you were?"

Zuther blinked and thought it over. She looked down at her heavy hanging breasts. Bit her lips with indecision.

"Girl," he motioned to Jackie. "Show this fluxgirl..." He smirked. "She isn't as natural in the role as you. She needs to understand her place."

Jackie nodded. She could relate to Zuther's predicament, although not her bondage. Zuther was aroused, her lips swollen, her nipples hard, her face flushed. Jackie had seen Fluxgirls before but not as an equal. Not as a fluxgirl herself. Zuther had been a powerful man. Nothing like this frustrated confused girl. Jackie reached out and caressed the girls upturned buttocks. She felt Zuther quiver and move a little to allow better access. Jackie's hand glided along the smooth skin, past her sphincter and up between the Fluxgirls legs. Hot. Moist. Utterly aroused.

"So tell me girl, even if you were innocent... Did you want to change back?" Jackie's master inquired.

Zuther shook her head, "no..." She moaned as Jackie teased her nether lips and clit. Zuther rocked with abandon, grinding her sex against Jackie's hand, her heavy breasts swaying as her nailed scratched against the timber of her stock. She began to whimper, her eyes showing no a hint of embarrassment.

Jackie's master nodded and watched and waited till Zuther started to moan loudly and her face a mask of wanton lust, her orgasm approaching. "You're not a man now. You never will be again. You never were. You're what you deserve to be. What you were always meant to be. You have no right to power and freedom. Your actions have shown that. You're a whore. Your days of wroughting our taxes for your own gain are done. From now on you'll be giving back to the community on your back... Now cum for you betters slut."

Zuther nodded in agreement at the command, eyes glazed with lust. Her pussy shuddered and throbbed about Jackie's fingers as she obeyed his command.

Jackies master chuckled. "Come girl," her master said.

Jackie withdrew her moist fingers and starred at the juices. She was as aroused as Zuther. She envied the whore. Zuther would have constant companionship. Jackie hoped she would be so lucky. As she had this thought Jackie felt a surge of worry. She shouldn't want that. Yeas she has stepped into Anchor and been stuck like this. She adjusted her heavy breasts in her halted as she thought of her body. But that was not her choice but her lack of willpower. She just hadn't been strong enough to not enter Anchor. And she knew that as a fluxgirl she was a creature of the flesh. But still. She had been a man. She should have more qualms about this.

She followed her master away from the square, down to the town offices. This was where she had worked. She stepped in after her master timidly, worried she might be recognised. No one paid her much attention - she was a fluxgirl after all, all tits and ass and no brain. "Wait here," her master instructed as he went to a booth. "No luck on the search for Jack Navy. He disappeared out in flux. Good riddance," he reported. The official noted his statement down.

"What of the fluxgirl?"

"Finders law. She's mine now. I'd like to register and have her rump tatooed as my property. Name's ... Kat."

"Very well, have her take of her panties and sit on the tatoo chair," the official said.

Jackie blinked then moved to the chair, slipping from her panties and mounting it. Fluxgirls were property but she hadn't thought of herself like that. She winced as the machine needled and inked her sensitive ass cheek. Fluxgirls were often tatooed with their masters mark. She was her masters property now. She smiled at the thought. It pleased and excited her. Property. His mark was on her.

She climbed gingerly from the machine and inspected the mark. She couldn't read it. But it was pretty. And familiar. It looked like her old mark. Maybe she was confused. Maybe being a fluxgirl had other mental effects. She reached down and picked up her panties and slipped them on again. She didn't really mind being naked, it felt nice to be exposed but a small part of her felt a sense of modesty.

As she examined her tattoo a lady walked in. Jackie stared. It was her former wife?! Catherine walked around Jackie and inspected the fluxgirl. Jackie frowned as she tried to understand. Perhaps Catherine could help. "Catherine?"

"This is Jack?" Catherine prompted Jackie's master. "You transformed her?"

Her master shook his head. "I found her like this. Either she ran foul of a fluxlord or she did this to herself. My money is on the latter. She has flux power but not training or control. My thought is she turned herself into her own sexual fantasy. She's a randy little fluxgirl now. Not a hint of her former masculine self."

Catherine nodded. "Strip girl," she instructed.

Jackie paled as she looked up at her intimidating ex wife. Even in her heels she was shorter than Catherine where before she had looked down at the woman. She felt humbled as she hesitantly slipped off her tight little halter, her heavy pendulous breasts topped with fat nipple swinging freely. This was demeaning yet she did as she was told. She fidgeted on her heels, wide hips swaying as her hands fumbled with her scant panties. She pulled them down and stood naked in her heels.

"Quite the fluxgirl. I wonder if this was the form you had planned for me my former husband?" She reached out and gripped Jackie's fat nipple. Jackie shivered. "Was it?"

Jackie thought, her eyes widening. She had been planning on having her side converted into a fluxgirl. Short, big breasts, a sex starved bimbo. Just like this. She nodded. "You knew?" She asked as Catherine's hand travelled down her belly to her sex.

Catherine winked. "Who do you think gave the coup the information? My payment was you. Like this." Her finger slipped into Jackie. "My little slut. You like that don't you?"

Jackie shook her head then nodded. Her former wife had planned this?! She was trapped as a fluxgirl. She moaned and shuddered with need.

"Not that I have much need for a fluxgirl, but you did have this fate planned for me. You and Zuther. Zuther turned out rather cute didn't she. That bastard will be getting her just desserts for the rest of her life. And so will you."

Jackie nodded, unable to do much more than moan as her exwife fingered her and explained her fate.

"You know you could have avoided this. You could still be a man. But you let your prick do your thinking. And now it's gone and you're not thinking at all anymore." Catherine shook her head in disgust. "I'm tempted to go into flux and get myself a cock just to knock you up... But I'm happy as I am. No I think the best **** would be to keep you on a short leash but deny you the release you want." She laughed. "Yes. A slut, always in heat, always naked, always wanting a cock between your legs... Never getting it. Or maybe rarely. It will be fun and to have your old friends around."

"I hope you like the tattoo. You can't read it but it says 'Kat' - the name you were going to give me- and has your fluxgirl registration code in addition to your former family mark. Be glad I own you and you're not in a public brothel - but if you do try to run off anyone that finds you will hand you over to the authorities and return you to me. But you won't run away will you? Why would you do something disobedient like that? You're a good girl aren't you Kat?"

Kat nodded in agreement. A small part of her wanted to say 'so I can get my proper male body back' but that was a dwindling part of her. Why would she want that? She was so cute, everything felt so good, her big breasts and lovely ass and over enhanced libido were all so... Wonderful. She was utterly sexy and her fluxgirl conditioning made her revel in it.

She swallowed pensively as she looked up at her mistress and realised how limited her options were. A part of her wanted to escape but stronger by far was the need to please and obey. Where was flux? She didn't know... Directions were all muddled. She'd need to ask for directions and that would land her back at Catherine's feet.

And even if she did get to flux she just knew she couldn't change back you herself. She knew she'd not have the will. Somehow she had lost that ability... Maybe she could make her boobs bigger... Maybe she could amp up her libido even more. The thought was so tempting she shuddered. No best she didn't go to flux and risk making things worse.

Catherine clipped a collar about her narrow neck and then a leash. "Walkies ..." Catherine tugged he lead and Kat moved to her side, naked but for her high heels, breasts jiggling and wide hips swaying sexily, her heart beating at the thought of being paraded about in public in such a blatantly lewd manner. "Come along Kat. I have a party organised. Some of your old friends will be there. Zuther who is such a lovely little slut now... The former Tax Minister Fritz is now owned by the new minister - the racist little chauvinist makes a lovely big breasted submissive negress - watching her struggle to count to twenty on her fingers and toes is quite amusing especially when her reward is a good shag. She gets to sixteen then gets all confused and frustrated - more sexually than anything else. She likes her new place. We might play that game... I'd like to see you break down in tears as you fail at such a simple task in front of your former peers."

Catherine led Kat outside and down the street. Kat kept a stride behind her mistress as was expected of an obedient thrall. People stopped and pointed and guessed at who she had been. Most were correct and laughed or jeered which was embarrassing.

Entering her former residence naked and collared as a freshly registered fluxgirl was intimidating. The household staff were lined up as she was paraded before them. There were some raised brows. The philandering gardener Jose leered and smirked and Kat sensed that she would soon fall victim to his charms.

Pipa the maidservant and his erstwhile mistress seemed distressed to see Kat and Catherine slowed as she walked past the girl taking great pleasure in her former husbands utter loss of status and the reaction of Pipa. Kat looked up meekly at Catherine then guiltily at Pipa. Catherine had known about her indiscretions? "Pipa, you will be responsible for Kat. She is your underling now and will help you prepare for the guests. She will serve food and perform whatever tasks her new role entails... Be firm and make sure she knows her place. Oh and Pipa, so you know, Jack had your family home repossessed so he could get you to 'work' for him..." Catherine smirked.

Kat blanched as she realised Catherine knees great deal more than she had ever suspected. Kat looked up at Pipa and saw the look of sympathy harden into one of thinly veiled anger. Pipa had been manipulated into Jack's bed through deceit and false empathy. Now the truth was laid bare an Kat realised that she had few friends.

Catherine handed Pipa Kat's leash and the maidservant pulled it with a newfound vindictiveness. "Puta."