Brainwashed...

"How about a instant replay." The notorious mad scientist licked his lips, pushing you back and lowering the headset over your eyes. A few moments later, you are grunting slightly, and Nestor knew that the system was putting the hero under and starting to work the reprogramming on his mind.

The hero found himself standing in a huge, white space as the system started up. He took a few steps, looking around, as suddenly a full length mirror seemed to appear in front of him. He looked into it seeing himself staring back at first, but then suddenly there was... his Nemesis? N-no... no it was his male, standing behind him leering down at him lustfully. The handsome stud pressing his mighty cock against the mirror-version of him self's ass, the hero could swear he could feel it. He looked back over his shoulder, seeing no one there at all... and then he glanced back at the mirror. He felt the big, alpha male grinding against his ass a few more times, the mirror-male moaning sneeringly at him. The hero felt a small needy moan pass his own lips, stepped back quietly grunting, weakly and rubbing his head confused and oddly aroused.

The entire situation felt fuzzy and confusing, but as he looked up he saw the mirror-Nestor gasping and moaning as the powerful male behind him angled his cock into his backside. John looked at the situation a few more times, blinking and then groaned as he felt the cock sliding into him as well a moment later. He looked back again seeing nothing, but somehow experiencing it as he turned back around.

His mirror-self looked different now, both shorter and with sleek round hips like a girl. A small, even tiny set of organs between his legs... dangling meaningless little genitals. Reached down, grabbing his junk to make sure it was there, and once he was assured that it was, he looked up again. The big alpha male behind his mirror-self reached down, cupping those pathetic pieces of maleness and rolling them in his huge hand, and John felt how... small he was now. He shivered, licking his lips and starting to rock back against the phantom cock invading his tight virgin ass. "No no no this can't be happening... Noo no nono."

Nestor watched the hero on his table, beginning to thrust his hips back as he laid there. The table restraints had been locked onto that strong male body, the moment john had went under. So it wasn't like he could thrash around and possibly slide off the table top, with his mind being fully occupied becoming a submissive sissy for some other male. The notorious mad scientist chuckled, moving back down that powerful male body, the young hero was sporting a long, thick erection that would do most any male proud. Nestor reached out fondling it playfully, making it drip and ooze a string of slimy and obviously potent pre-cum. "This is going next." The mad scientist snickered, as he lay out the surgical instruments he would need to cut that big cock off of the hero. All the time knowing John was been hypnotized, into having himself converted into a sissy. "I'm tricking you into being made my bitch." The mad scientist whispered lewdly into the hero's ear, knowing that when the process was finished john would be happy about that. And would never complain about anything the mad scientist might have said or did with him. "But once you're on my table... I can say anything I like to you slut." The mad scientist laughed at his own words, his thick fingers fondling the hero's heavy balls... fat breeder's balls. They would be useless, sterile lumps of flesh once the process was over... there only for his male to toy with.

"NNA... NNNAAA."

John starred hard into that mirror, looking at his slender new female looking body... "My... my you're such a cute little Sissy." The big handsome scientist behind him moaned into that ear, as he rocked that soft slender little body back and forth with his rough thrusts. "This is going next." The strong male grunted, as hot fingers toyed with that tiny male organ between the hero's silky thighs. "I've tricked you into being my bitch." The strong handsome male assured sissy hero with a gruff laugh, a part of Johns mind already knew this of course. Had fought a losing battle against it, for what seemed like weeks but had only been about twenty minutes. A shiver ran down the small, meek, little Sissies spine, that huge organ pounding into his tight ass harder and faster. John moaning louder as he felt a vague tugging within his groin, a part of him knowing that in the real world the bit that made him male was being taken away.

"Yes... Ohooo Yesss." The hero on the table was moaning softly, as the grinning mad scientist cut through that firm male flesh carefully. Nestor worked with practiced ease... he'd done this hundreds of times in the past twelve years after all. To big criminals and volunteer males alike, he was damn good at unmaling males because it turned him on. Nestor picked up that big dissevered cock, holding it up to admire it for a minute before tossing it in the waste bin. And then went to work re-configuring that empty hole into a nice snug pussy hole for him to fuck and enjoy.

In the system, the hero was whimpering weakly, panting and groaning as he felt that phantom cock within him... John didn't know... everything was crossing over as the two became the same one. Now, instead of looking in at the weak Sissy, he was looking out at the foolish male, the breeder stud that was being left behind as the process took its course. He felt that nice, thick dick moving inside him, and the hero moaned as he thought he could feel himself cumming hard, only it was the system. It was all part of the perspective realignment training, mentally enforcing orgasms under certain circumstances.

John grunted weakly, feeling his master behind him starting to fuck him again, feeling his prostate tingling. It was a worthless little nub really, since his true pleasure was in service to his owner... that sensitive gland was bounced again and again. The hero built up more and more, and at a hundred pokes to his prostate, he came again, shuddering and moaning loudly. Over and over, trained to orgasm in a specific pattern, one that could be easily replicated by most any male. Soon, the male in the mirror was gone entirely, and John was looking at a reflection of his new sissy self, feeling the big stud reach around his hip and push those thick middle and index fingers down into that nice, tight new boi pussy. Before massaging at it slowly and carefully, chuckling to himself in the most lewd manner. In a few moments, John was moaning again as another orgasm rocked him. He loved getting his sissy pussy finger-fucked, only a real males cock could be any better. It was perfectly sexy for a bitch like him, and exactly the kind of pleasure he adored. John was panting, and after exactly seventy-five strokes, he orgasmed again. And then, the process began all over again repeated its self over and over making that soft body tremble in delight.

As Nestor continued to work on transforming John's body, the scientist couldn't help but admire his handiwork. The once muscular hero now had delicate curves, smooth skin, and perky breasts that bounced enticingly with each thrust from behind. His firm ass cheeks clenched and unclenched rhythmically, inviting further exploration.

Nestor reached out and ran his hands over John's newly formed feminine form, feeling every inch of silken flesh. "You make such a beautiful little slut," he growled into John's ear, causing shivers to run down the Sissy's spine.

John moaned loudly as another wave of pleasure washed over him, his mind blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. He felt completely at the mercy of this powerful man, craving nothing more than to please him in any way possible. Every touch, every command sent waves of ecstasy coursing through his transformed body.

As Nestor increased his pace, John could feel himself nearing yet another orgasm. His pussy was slick with desire, begging for attention. With one final push, Nestor slammed into him hard, triggering an intense release that left them both panting heavily. As they lay there, sweat-soaked and spent, Nestor leaned down and whispered in John's ear, "I think you enjoyed your transformation."

Despite everything that had happened, John couldn't help but smile weakly. In truth, he did enjoy it - every single moment of it. And though part of him knew it was wrong, deep inside, he didn't want things to go back to how they were before. Not when being a submissive little slut brought him so much pleasure.