Teleportation

The gleaming chrome of the teleportation pod reflected the eager anticipation in Dr. Markus's eyes as he prepared to step inside. His heart pounded with excitement as he thought about the historic moment that was about to unfold. Years of research, countless experiments, and a mountain of government funding had led to this momentous event: the first successful teleportation of a human being.

The lab was filled with an electric tension as his partner Laura looked on, clipboard in hand, ready to record every detail of the process. Markus took a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, and stepped into the pod. He waved to his petite assistant, his mistress who was all smiles and thumbs up, and waited for the countdown to begin.

"Three, two, one," Dr. Laura, his young second-in-command, announced through the intercom. The pod's lid slammed shut, and Markus felt a moment of claustrophobia before the world around him dissolved into a whirlwind of color and light. His body was enveloped by a sensation of being stretched in every direction, as if the very fabric of reality was playing tug-of-war with his molecules.

But when the cacophony of light and sound receded, and the pod's lid lifted with a hiss, Markus found himself in a very different reality than he had anticipated. His once-powerful physique had been replaced by a petite, feminine frame, his broad shoulders giving way to delicate curves and his strong jaw to a soft, alluring neck. His clothing hung awkwardly on his new body, and as he looked down, he saw that his chest had swelled with a pair of massive, gravity-defying breasts that jiggled with every panicked breath he took. He looked like an ultra sexy version of Laura. Shorter, more curvaceous… and Kindof aroused in a demurely coy way.

The lab had gone eerily silent, and Markus's gaze darted around the room, searching for an explanation. His eyes met Dr. Laura's, and in that moment, he knew that she was behind this betrayal. The woman he had once trusted now bore a wicked smile that sent a shiver down his spine. She stepped closer, her high heels clicking ominously against the cold, sterile floor as she looked down at him. "Welcome to your new reality, Markus," she purred, a glint of malice in her eyes. “Oh. Sorry. Laura. Welcome to my life. For the rest of your life…”

As the shock of his transformation began to wear off, Markus felt an unfamiliar stirring in his loins. His body was responding to Dr. Laura's confident dominance of the situation in a way that was utterly alien to him. His sex, which had shrunken to a tiny little clit during the railroaded teleportation process, began to throb with an unquenchable need for release. "What have you done to me?" he whined, his voice now a soft, breathy sound unrecognizable to him.

"Oh, I've just corrected a little mistake," Laura replied, her smile growing wider and more predatory. "You see, I've always envied your brilliance, your success. And now, thanks to a few tweaks in the teleportation code, I've made sure that you'll never overshadow me again." She traced a finger down his new body, her touch sending waves of arousal through his hyper-sensitive skin. "You're going to be me, my perfectly obedient lab assistant from now on. Submissive, eager to please, and always ready to satisfy the my needs. And I’m going to take your fame and fortune. I’m going to become you, using your machine. My machine… pretty clever huh?”

Markus's mind reeled with shock and a decided hint of submissive sexual arousal. He was trapped in this sexed up female body, a body that was not his own, a body that seemed to have a mind of its own, one that responded to Laura's touch in ways that he’d never experienced before. He could feel his new body's hunger for her, his new clit begging for attention, his nipples tightening under the weight of her gaze. He tried to resist, to push her away, but his new form was weak, and his resolve crumbled under the weight of his newfound desires.

"But what about the government? What about our oath to serve science?" Markus protested, his voice a squeak of desperation. Laura's laugh was like a knife to his soul.

"They'll never know the difference," she said, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "And if they do, well, I'll make sure they're too busy with their own little 'accidents' to worry about you. Now, be a good little slut and strip. Those are my clothes…”

With trembling hands, Markus began to remove his ill-fitting clothes, revealing his new, **** body. Laura's eyes roved over him greedily, taking in every inch of his feminine form. His cock had been transformed into a tiny, useless nub, and his balls were gone. He was acutely conscious that he had a vagina. The sight of his new body nearly brought him to tears, but his arousal only grew stronger.

Once he was naked, Laura stepped into the pod herself. "Now, let's see if this works both ways," she said, her voice filled with excitement. Markus watched in bewilderment as she began to input the data that would change her own appearance. "I'll take your body," she mused, "but I'll make a few... enhancements that I’m sure you’ll appreciate" With a wicked grin, she adjusted the settings to give herself his old body, but with the addition of a very large and thick cock. She stripped and stepped into the teleportation machine.

The pod hummed to life, and Markus watched impotently as Laura's body teleported. In an instant her breasts were gone, her hips were narrowed, and her features were completely masculine. Laura stepped out of the pod, now looking exactly like Markus had before his own transformation. She flexed her new, powerful muscles and strode over to him, her newly enhanced cock bobbing with each step. "How does it feel to be the weaker sex?" she taunted, her voice now a deep, authoritative rumble.

Markus could feel his body responding to Laura's dominance, his clit swelling with desire despite the fear and anger that filled him. Laura took a firm grip on his shoulder, turning him to face a mirror. "Look at yourself," she ordered, her voice filled with a sadistic delight. Markus stared at the reflection before him, unable to reconcile the beautiful, busty woman he saw with the person he knew himself to be. The sight was too much to bear.

Laura laughed as she bent him over a nearby workbench, her new, powerful hand pushing him down with ease.

Her other hand reached down to caress his new, soft skin, her fingers dancing over his curves as if claiming ownership. He felt his new pussy throb with a need that was overwhelming, and he realized with shock that he was already wet with excitement. Laura noticed and chuckled darkly. "It seems your body is quite eager to serve me," she said, her hand sliding down to cup his crotch. "But we'll need to train this new form of yours. You're going to be my plaything, Markus. You'll serve me and you'll love it."

With a sudden, confident motion, Laura's hand squeezed his ass, making him yelp in pain. "You're going to be my little slut, Markus. And you're going to love every second of it," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and sweet. Markus felt a shiver of submissiveness mixed with a strange, unwelcome thrill. Laura stepped closer, her cock pressing against his back, and he could feel the heat of it through his delicate wet folds.

"B-but Laura, please," he begged, his voice pathetic and high-pitched. "This isn't what we're supposed to be doing."

"Oh, but it is, Markus," Laura purred, her hand sliding down his spine to cup his firm, round ass. "You're going to love serving me. I can feel it. Your IQ is halved. You can’t read, write or do math. You’ll make babies… Like you intended me too… pet.”

Her grip on his hip tightened, and she leaned in closer, her cock now pressing insistently against him. "You're going to be the best fucktoy I've ever had," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "And the best part is, you’ll love every second of it."

As Laura's words sunk in, Markus felt a sudden surge of panic. The realization of his new reality washed over him like a cold wave, and he began to struggle, trying to push away from her. But his new body was weak and compliant, and he found himself only managing to press back against her, his new curves melding with her firm, muscular frame. Laura's chuckle was like thunder in his ears. "Fight it all you want, Markus," she murmured, her hand sliding between his legs to find his clit, "but your body knows what it wants now. It's going to be so much fun breaking you in."

Her thumb circled his clit, and Markus's body responded with an involuntary moan. The pleasure was intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He felt himself getting wetter, his body betraying him as his arousal grew. Laura leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck. "You see, I've made some... adjustments to the program. You're going to be the perfect little fuckdoll for me. You'll crave cock, you'll beg for it, and when you finally get it, you'll come so hard you'll forget your own name.”