Chapter 24: Sexual Evolutions in Tompkins Square

Jenna felt her head rest against the lab desk for what had to be the thirteenth time. After she had the dream of the dark figure, she couldn’t sleep. The dark figure looming behind her had to mean something. Not to mention the cock. The massive. Pulsing. Powerful. Cock.

She shook her head as she slid out on her rolling chair.

“Jenna come on get it together.” She said out loud as she waited for the batch of formula currently in the machine to finish. When she came down that morning, she walked into her lab to find a batch of Misty’s **** cocktail on her desk with a hastily written note.

“Didn’t catch you last night. I need to talk to you tomorrow, in the meantime, can you whip up the magic bath just in case? -Misty” Jenna read out loud again from Misty’s quick cursive.

Another friend ready to find themselves. Honestly, we are going to need some help.

That is another thing that hit Jenna’s internal alarm. Her inner voice had turned from blatantly horny to blatantly horny with a side of caution. Ever since the dark figure in her dream she felt like something was off. Not inherently wrong, just off. Like the fact that she was constantly playing with her clit whenever her mind wandered. She accidentally hit an orgasm at least four times today just waiting for test results. She just assumed it was the Nymphormazol working magic, but now it felt natural to just masturbate whenever she was idle. Like she had to.

YOUR PUSSY MUST BE WET. YOUR PUSSY MUST BE READY.

YOU MUST LEARN!

“Jenna?”

Jenna yelped as she yanked her hand out of her waistband and turned around. Misty was standing in the door, wearing a simple matching tracksuit. Though this was a factory tracksuit, so naturally the pants were skintight, and the top was cropped to the middle of the chest.

“Oh! Sorry you startled me.” She sighed as she pulled up another chair for Misty to sit in.

“How long have you been up Jenna? You look like a mess.” Misty noted the frazzled and dazed look on her friend’s face. If Jenna wasn’t wearing black sweatpants Misty would have clearly seen the massive wet stain that soaked the crotch of them.

“Oh, just for a few hours. I wanted to get some extra stuff done before we must get ready for tonight. This is almost done by the way.” Jenna pointed towards the new batch of solution currently humming away in the machine behind her.

“Yea. Tonight…” Misty twisted her thumbs together.

“You ok?”

“Yea, I’m cool, this place has been amazing so far. I’m just…I don’t know thinking about this whole thing.” Misty gestured toward the large breadth of Jenna’s lab.

“I know, it is a lot to take in myself.” Jenna admitted as she looked at the now piles of notebooks containing her updated notes and thoughts about the progress of the machine.

“I mean, I am so happy you are finally seeing the fruits of your labor, but after seeing Tso pop out of that bath looking like that…it was like she was a different person.”

“Well, that is the point of this place.” Jenna tried to rationalize as she checked the process of Misty’s solution.

“Yea but all the people we have met, including your parents, did it after going through a process for 18 to 20 months. They transformed their bodies on their own. This chamber, as cutting edge as it can be, made that happen in hours! I don’t know, I got black mirror vibes for a moment after I really sat down to think about it.”

“Misty, Tso is just fine, all her tests came back with no negative marks at all.”

“Jenna turn off your big brain and just listen. I have been taking in all this place has to offer for weeks now. I can see it’s wonderful advantages in changing the human mind and body for good over a prolonged period. In 18 months, you are clearly an evolved version of yourself. Now think of this machine, it can do all of that in an instant! It almost takes the human aspect out of it, makes us into upgrade tech, replacing a new hard drive with new tits.”

PERFECTION. TITS. ASS. PUSSY. READY FOR FUCKING.

Jenna shrugged off her errant though and gulped to suppress the sudden urge in her loins. She contemplated Misty’s thoughts and realized she never really considered the human aspect of it all. This was her work, her science, years of labor finally coming to realization. And that is what it was, a science, a process. She helped Tso with her problems but never realized how drastic her changes came on. She essentially turned her into a different being in less than a week. God took longer to create the universe.

“Yea…I never thought of it from that perspective.”

YES. MORE. MORE FOR HIM. THEY WILL SERVE. THEY WILL SERVE YOU.

Jenna twitched in her seat as she felt a small orgasm rock her body.

“To be honest I was originally going to just hop in this thing as soon as I got down here, go right into the little session with our classmates fully locked and ready to go. Now, I don’t know, I haven’t even talked to Tso since she was wheeled out of here.”

“I knew somebody was talking about me, I felt my ears prickling all the way down here.”

Misty and Jenna looked toward the door to see Tso standing there. Her hair was done up and falling in neat waves. Her face now looked perfectly done up with minimal makeup and deep red lipstick. She was wearing a strapless pushup bra top, made from a blue fabric material that hung effortlessly and put focus on her deep cleavage. She also had on a long skirt bottom made of the same material, with two long slits that came up both legs and ended around the middle of her thigh, giving each leg a dangerous amount of exposure as she walked. On her feet, were two stunning light blue 5-inch heels, which made her ass pop as she sashayed into the room.

“Well damn, look at you making an entrance.” Jenna quipped as Tso did a playful twirl, letting the lower skirt fan out. Misty immediately clocked that Tso was not wearing any panties.

“Do you like it! Believe it or not I designed it myself! The fashion career counselor has a full studio and a ton of great material!” Tso giggled as she posed making an exaggerated model face, pursing her lips and fluttering her eyes.

“Designed it yourself? You made that in one day!” Misty exclaimed, shifting her legs to try and horridly hide how turned on she was.

“Oh yea! I only had time to finish this one, but I have about six or seven others almost finished! I have been drawing ideas like crazy since I woke up after the night I got out of that tank.” Tso sighed as she sat down effortlessly in a chair and crossed her legs playfully.

“That’s great. Why such a showy outfit though?” Jenna asked curiously, also feeling a rising heat.

“Well, I figured it was a good way to make a statement tonight. My first full night at the nightly event, first time with our classmates since Friday. I wanted to wear something that was effortlessly sexy, and of course, easy access.” She said lustily as she slowly recrossed her legs, giving both of her friends a brief glimpse of her also moist vagina.

“Ok, enough. We get it.” Misty finally snapped a bit.

“And that is the other reason I came down here. What is up with the both of you? It feels like you have been distant with me the past two days.”

Jenna looked at Misty, giving her a go ahead look, if there was any time to talk with her it was now.

“It is just…a week ago you ran away from having a good time with me, crying, and now you are, well, all of this. It is jarring, it feels like you aren’t even the same person anymore. I know this place was going to change us but while Jenna and I here have been coasting along in boats you suddenly take a rocket to Planet Bimbo and back. I mean you housed Dr. William’s cock like it was nothing!”

“I did a little more than that.” Tso laughed and raised her eyebrows, not using subtlety at all.

“See stuff like that! You were the moral anchor of us three and that seems to have erratically shifted. It has given me pause to things. Even things I think I wanted really badly.” Misty crossed her arms and thought back to her little meeting with Santana last night.

Tso broke her bubbly personality and to Jenna’s intrigue showed a glimpse of her old self. She stood up walked over and brought Misty into a deep hug.

“Misty, it is still me. I promise you. I may be in a hot package now but that hasn’t changed who I am!”

Misty immediately stiffened up. She felt Tso’s nipples perk up against her body.

“In fact, it made all the doubts I had about this place vanish!”

“I’m curious about that as well Tso. The dream you described; it was vague to say the least.” Jenna said as she thought of a way to connect what she was experiencing at night.

“Well. It was like I was deep within myself, a spiritual journey really. While I was there, I saw what my full potential could be, my perfect self. That first session brought that all to the surface, and I felt all my insecurity and self-doubt just melt away. It was replaced with what I really wanted, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it! I have three sketchbooks in my room that are full of new and improved designs, I even made some up for you guys! We will have all new wardrobes, all exclusives by yours truly!”

Jenna and Misty saw a light flare in Tso’s eyes. This was the Tso they remembered, she always was her happiest when she finished a new design or added something new to a collection.

“I am happy for you, but, then what about, all of this.” Misty waved in general at Tso’s now bombastic bimbo body.

“Well. That is the thing, that first trip in the tank made me realize my potential physically too. The new inner me had to match the new outer me. How else would I fit in my new designs if I didn’t upgrade to some fucktastic curves!” Tso giggled as she shook her tits playfully.

“How could you have known though that the tank would heal all of your surgeries? Even I didn’t think it could do that.” Jenna asked as she scribbled observations down with her right hand while talking to Tso.

“I just knew. Call it a bimbo’s intuition. As soon as I stepped out of that tank and felt my new body along with my new inner beauty it was like all was right with the world! Plus, fucking has never felt so good. Sex makes me feel powerful now. I don’t feel like a scared little girl who is afraid of being too small or too timid. All it takes is me walking into a room and I know that I can fuck any man or woman there. It is kind of what I plan on doing tonight.” Tso sighed as she thought of her classmates and all the new cock and pussy she would get to try.

Misty and Jenna both felt continuous pulses downstairs as well. Tso was right, the aura she now put off was drawing both in.

“Speaking of which, you two better get changed if you want to go! I mean, what better way to fully test out the new me then to share it with my two best friends?” Tso said as she licked and bit her bottom lip.

“Yea. Yea…I think we are going to do that too, but don’t hold up for us.” Misty nervously stammered as she gripped the side of a table. Jenna was fully soaked again.

“Well, you have time! I must go finish up some designs anyway so I will be down there in about three hours. If you didn’t get the message from Coops, we are going to have dinner first and then get it on in private room 5.” Tso said as she stood up and went to the door.

“Sure. Don’t get too wild without us if we are late.” Misty tried to retort funnily, trying not to reveal her blatant horniness.

“No promises! The class haven’t seen me like this either. I have a feeling I will be the center of attention for a while, maybe all three holes worth of attention. See you there!” Tso devilishly sighed as she sashayed out of the lab.

Both Misty and Jenna stood in stunned silence as they took in the wake Tso left behind.

It was a silent equivalent to right before an applause should occur. That split second between the final curtain and raucous cheering extended to an unending length. Anticipation and electric need, all brought out by Tso Abella, now genius fashionista and confident bimbo slut.

The silence was broken with a DING. Misty’s solution was finally finished.

“Oh thank god,” Jenna said, relieved that something broke her out of the orgasmic trance, as she wheeled over and removed the canister, “Now we can just throw this in the fridge and prepare for…”

Jenna stared as Misty stripped down completely nude in the time she had turned around.

“You said that her first session took about two hours, right?” Misty said curtly as she pointed towards the tank.

Jenna nodded, knowing what was coming next.

“Well fire that baby up. I have made up my mind and I might as well take the plunge. Besides. I want to give Tso one hell of a surprise.”

…

Marsha Franklin looked over the class curriculum on her private jet.

She had permission from Beth to change around whatever she wanted. Craft a masterclass of carnal arts if you will.

She made sure to include the basics but decided to bring back some old favorites from the factory curriculum.

She closed the tablet, satisfied with her changes, and sipped on the complimentary Champaign. She had to leave from work, so she was still in her business attire, a professional and sharp three-piece suit. Not to wear anything ordinary of course, her shirts were always cut to show the maximum amount of cleavage that was squeezed into a stylish vest and held under by a jacket that ended right above her perfect ass and legs, wrapped in a tight pair of dress slacks.

She looked out the window seeing the peering lights of some town underneath her. They just left New York, so it was probably somewhere in Ohio. She remembered when she had to fly to Cleveland one year to operate an affiliates dinner. Droll affair, but one of the affiliate directors was a recent graduate, and she gave Marsha a wild night. So wild she called Bob and had him fly out so she could reward her with a promotion and the opportunity to ride a perfect cock while Marsha watched.

The life of a Graduate. Something that brings such wonderful joy.

Then she remembered Mathias.

He could very well be threatening everything the factory has built. She wouldn’t put it past him to try.

And then there was this nephew of his. Magnus. What part did he have to play in all of this? The fact he was in the same class as Jenna could not be a coincidence.

Jenna…There is a whole other issue.

She of course, had not told Jenna ahead of time that she was coming to be a professor at the factory, and would probably be there for the remainder of her program. There was going to be some awkward moments for sure, it wasn’t every day that your mother comes in to teach a class how to properly lubricate yourself before tit-fucking to avoid a rash.

There was also the lingering memory of their time in the boathouse. Jenna was now on her way to become a graduate, and Marsha was now going to be right alongside her. What could stop her from taking Jenna aside and giving her practical lessons. One on one time. Mother and Daughter, knuckle deep in each other’s wet sopping cunts.

Marsha snapped out of it. No. Not yet. Mathias was her focus right now. Dealing with whatever plans he had would not only protect the factory but protect Jenna as well.

“Mrs. Franklin?”

Marsha turned to see Holly; the stewardess assigned to her jet for this trip. She was a redhead with a kind smile and a good set of curves on her. She wasn’t a graduate, but no doubt was probably shaking off the boys as is. She had been on a few flights with Marsha, and they had a cordial relationship.

“Yes Holly?” Marsha said as she straightened up in her chair, noting the slight slick feeling between her thighs.

“Just wanted to know if you needed anything else, food, more champagne?”

“Oh no I am fine. Don’t worry about me dear I had a nice meal before I left.” Marsha said holding back a chuckle at the word meal being the appropriate replacement for a nice chicken salad with a massive side of her husband’s semen.

“Alright…Mrs. Franklin, actually, I wanted to ask you a question.” Holly asked as she sat in the seat in front of her.

“Sure dear go right ahead.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but I caught a glimpse of the document you were looking over on your tablet…I know it isn’t any of my business…but did it really say something about a class course in…um…advanced sexual positions?”

Marsha raised her eyebrows at Holly, she didn’t even realize she was behind her at the time.

“I’m sorry, I am being terrible right now. I’ll leave you alone.” Holly said as she turned scarlet red.

“No, no, no, it’s OK Holly. I understand,” Marsha said with a sly smile, “What you saw was real. It is a curriculum, one that I am teaching at my alma mater.”

“UCLA has courses like that?”

Marsha laughed, loving the adorable naivety. She had forgotten that she often bantered off non graduates who asked about her and her husband’s relations with other graduates as fond friends from UCLA. Holly was there when they flew with a close male friend from back home and they used that excuse in her presence, building up the tension until Bob and their friend could spit roast her on their limo ride home.

“No, not UCLA. It is a program that helps you realize your full potential, in life and in, other areas.” She arched her back, partly stretching and partly threatening to spill her tits out of her vest.

“What other areas are those?” Holly said, with a noticeable quiver.

“Tell you what. You keep this conversation between us, tell no others about it. If you don't, and I will know if you do, when I come back to New York, I will let you know everything. Maybe even set you on the path of possibly attending if that is what you want.”

“Mrs. Franklin, I didn’t even see you on a tablet at all during the flight.” Holly replied with a sly smile.

“Good. Oh, and call me Marsha. The only people that call me Mrs. Franklin are interns and submissive executives.”

“Submissive?”

Marsha winked and licked her lips.

“You can figure it out. That will be all Holly.”

Holly nodded and walked back to the galley of the plane, clearly blushing and a little flustered.

“Beth aught to pay me a recruiting fee.” Marsha hummed as the plane flew through the night sky, bringing one of the Factory’s greatest Bimbos closer to homecoming.

…

An hour had passed since Misty went under the solution. Much like Tso’s first soak, the solution fizzed into a frothy pink bubble bath that enveloped the breathing tube laden Misty and the platform apparatus immediately.

Jenna sat at her computers, monitoring Misty’s vitals and her brain functions. All signs pointed to normal. Looked like the tank’s third cycle was a success!

Good. Very Good. Now we have to just get ourselves in there and…

LEARN. LEARN THE PROPER WAYS. LEARN THE WAYS OF THE SLUT.

SUCK. FUCK. SUCK. FUCK. YOU MUST LEARN!

Jenna shook her head. These thoughts kept running through her mind. Loud, more abrasive, more direct than what was taking place before. What did it all mean? What brought this shift to her subconscious? Maybe she was working too hard, and her sexual thoughts had become more mechanical? Maybe she wasn’t sleeping enough?

It is more than that, we are in for a ride, you must figure it out yourself though, I am in here, you are out there. It is up to you to…

KNEEL. KNEEL BEFORE THE HOLY COCK. WORSHIP IT. AWAIT IT’S GLORIOUS VISAGE EVERY DAY. IT IS YOUR LIFE. YOUR SUSTENANCE. YOUR EVERYTHING! THE COCK IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO YOU. YOU MUST LEARN!

“LEARN?!” Jenna finally yelled as she grabbed the side of her hair.

“Learn what?”

Jenna jumped and turned on her heels.

Magnus Maximus was in the doorway of her lab.

…

Misty remembered seeing nothing but murky pink water before drifting off to sleep.

As quickly, she woke up on the subway. No joke. She was sitting in one of the all too familiar train cars that she had ridden all her life. For a moment she thought that she had woken up in real life, that the past few months were a weird dream and she just slept through her stop on the way back to the apartment she shared with Tso and Jenna.

Then she realized, this car was too clean to be real life. In fact, this train car looked immaculate. No stench of vomit, urine, or garbage. No gum stuck under the seat. Hell, not even one trace of litter. NYC subway cars didn’t look this clean coming off the factory line let alone after frequent usage.

Then there was the fact that she was the only one in the car. Nobody. Just her.

Before she could think what was going on, the intercom chimed.

“Next and final stop, Astor Place, next and final stop, Astor Place.”

She was on the 6 train! The train she would take every weekend to go into Alphabet City from the Bronx. It was where she got her first tattoos, her first girlfriend, and her first boyfriend too. She loved the lower east side; it was one of her favorite places on earth. The train came to a halt and the doors hissed open.

“Final stop, Astor Place, final stop…get a move on Misty, don’t keep us waiting.”

She snapped out of her nostalgia when she realized the subway driver was talking to her. In fact, why did the voice of the driver seem so familiar?

She walked off the train and into the also hilariously clean Astor Place station. From here it was just a 3 block walk down St. Mark’s and the heart of the Lower East Side. She emerged from the steps to find herself greeted by Manhattan at night. The familiar sounds and smells all returned to her, pretzels, steam, the honk of a cab as it drove by, the sounds of heaven to her. She looked up at the night sky and stared wide eyed at the apparent dark pink tint that Manhattan now had taken on, along with the entirety of the buildings covered in graffiti. Yet, on closer inspection, she recognized the graffiti as her own tattoos, replicated, exaggerated, and continuously giving the buildings an undulating ink facade.

She looked down St. Marks and found it clear of cars, no traffic, just a straight shot to the distant lights of Tompkins Square and Alphabet City.

“Wait…Tompkins Square doesn’t have lights.” Misty said quizzically.

“Why don’t you go and see for yourself.” She heard hissing from a cab radio that passed her on the street. It was the same voice as the subway driver. It was sticking in her head so much, who was that voice to?

Misty walked, feeling as if she was compelled to, down the center of St. Mark’s Place. The buildings continuously changed their appearances, filled with the sweeping lines and arcs of the designs she laid on her body. To her right was various brick patterns with flowers growing out of the cracks an homage to the beauty of the Bronx, her birthplace, to her left a shifting evolution of sea to land to steel, her interpretation of the swell of mankind and evolution, something that she studied endlessly in her anthropological courses.

The mesmerizing canvas gave way to Avenue A, and Tompkins Square Park. Sure enough, a section of it was tapped off, surrounded by movie equipment and trailers. It was lit up with bright lights, all pointed downward at the center.

Misty walked across Avenue A, somehow knowing that no cars would be coming or going and began to walk into the park towards the lights. She kept hearing people rushing by her, not seeing anybody but feeling their presence. It felt like a whisper, like a ghost almost. She could swear she could hear them speaking on the wind…

“Prep camera three and four for scene 7.”

“Sound checks completed all mics ready to go.”

“Somebody check wardrobe on the extras somebody was saying the leather was chafing.”

She finally breached the center of the park to come upon was clearly a movie set. There was a large area in the center of the park that had several ornamental rugs and lounges placed upon it with the natural backdrop of the park behind it. Milling around the set were several men and women, all wearing next to nothing. As she got closer, Misty recognized two of them. Santana and Giselle Boudreaux were on a couch chatting each other up, lightly making out in white gossamer outfits that barely counted as clothing. Misty looked to the right and recognized other adult actresses and actors, all featuring the same kind of themed outfits. They were all chatting each other up, but they weren’t doing anything, it was like they were waiting for something.

“Or someone.”

Misty turned around and saw a figure emerging from a large trailer. She recognized the voice, the voice from the subway and cab, now she had a face. She had to blink twice though because it was her own face.

The woman approaching her was in a black v-cut negligee, which barely covered up her insane body. Defined abs, a pair of beautiful fake tits that dropped in such a way that debates would breakout online for ages over the conspiracy of if they were fake or not. An ass, natural, but firm as any upgraded one. Her sky-high heels clacked as she came closer, coming into the stage lights, letting them wash over a deep black and crimson pile of silky hair. Her arms featured the same two sleeves Misty had, but they were more defined, vibrant, like the same that canvased this alternate Manhattan around them. She did a quick turnaround, and misty gasped to see that her entire back was a mural tattoo as well. She didn’t see it totally, but it almost popped like a living photo off her back. She faced Misty and placed her hands on her hips, totally owning the space, waiting for a response.

“Ok. This is fucking trippy.” Misty finally said

“I know right? Our brain is one interesting realm.” The woman said with a velvety tenor.

“So, is this the part where you say it is time for us to believe in ourselves or something like that?”

“No. You know what you got to do; I am just here to show you what you can do! All of this,” she quipped she turned once again on her feet giving her bountiful ass as firm slap, “Is up to you to take.”

“So, I don’t have to look like you?”

“No, but come on, I wouldn’t look like this if you didn’t want this body, these tits, this hair, this tight little pussy.” The woman rubbed her crotch with both hands while laughing. She gestured for Misty to walk with her to the set. Misty followed and noted as she got closer that each of the performers were now watching the Woman, their eyes lighting up with anticipation, with a hunger.

“You know what our future holds, you just have to reach out and grab it.”

“I mean, we do have a lot of options to grab.” Misty chuckled as she looked to each of the men and women surrounding them.

“Bingo! This will be easy street, trust me…us”

Misty felt the city begin to fade away, slowly drawing a close to her journey. The being came closer, and began to fade as well, going through her in parts. She felt it, a warm sensation as the presence of this inner self blossomed in her.

“Just remember, we still have a whole lot to go, so don’t get cocky. Or do, especially with cocks as big as the ones we will suck.” The woman clasped Misty’s face as the city and park melded into a final swoop of color.

“Say goodbye to Misty Farber…”

“And hello to Misty Noxx.” Misty said, in the woman’s voice, her voice, the voice she had inside her all along, as the woman faded through her and her vision cut to black.

Note From Ted Here: Things are happening! At least they are happening at a slow pace. We have reached the mid-point in the third act of this story! I honestly didn’t think I would take the story this far, but all the great comments and views have been keeping going with the story. I am glad you are enjoying it so far! I already have an idea what will go down next chapter, so many great possibilities! Jenna and Magnus meeting face to face, Misty emerging from the tank, Tso going to her first real orgy, Wendy sneaking around. We also haven’t checked in with Mathias in a while, maybe he will show his mug again. Who knows! I also have a bonus chapter lined up when we hit 25,000 views, maybe it will start a new story when this one is done. Until then, thank you for the support and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!