Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Vulvoid Transform - Living Panties Live Test Three The two men crept into the lab swiftly and quietly. They looked around and listened for the sound of approaching footsteps over the mechanical hum of computers and lab equipment. When they were satisfied that their entrance had not been detected they began to look around with more ease. "Told you this place was loaded with goodies," said the older of the men. He swung the empty bag from his shoulder and put it on the ground. "Labs are the best places to hit--they've got computers and sometimes they have cabinets filled with the good stuff." The man laughed and walked over to the nearest cabinets and began to rummage through them. The younger of the two walked over to the bubbling tanks that dotted the room and stared into them intently. "How'd you hear of this place anyhow?" "I got a friend who does garbage disposal for these medical facilities, he told me that the back door is always left cracked on the days when they're picking up the medical waste, and that the place is usually pretty empty." The younger man nodded transfixed by the glowing blue spherical objects, each the size of a large grapefruit, that floated around in the pinkish water of the tank. The objects were clearly organic in nature, being lined in small veins like some sac and with some sense of movement within. "Ey, James, what do you think these are?" He asked as he reached into the tank. "Are you crazy?" asked James in a loud angry whisper. "Don't touch that Glenn, you don't know what that is. It could bite you." The younger man took his hand out of the tank and wiped the fluid on this pants. Smirking he looked at James, "it's like a squishy egg, what's going to bite me in there if it ain't got any teeth?" Glenn shook his head and muttered a few choice words about his companion's intelligence. He felt drawn to the glowing object, wanted to see what it felt and looked like up close. He reached into the tank and touched one of the sacs. Almost instantly the sac adhered to his fingers. He pulled he hand from the tank in fright with the egg-like thing attached to him as the older man continued to open, close, and rummage through all of the cabinets in the lab. He brought the spherical sac closer to his face to examine it. The membrane around it was a translucent light blue that seemed to glow against his pale hand and was lined with light blue veins that pulsed ever so slightly. Inside something seemed to be moving around confirming what he had thought--that the sac was some kind of egg. Not wanting to kill the creature inside, he tried to pull it off of his hand and his other hand became stuck to it. "What the--" he muttered to himself as he tried gently to pry his hands off of the sac, but soon he realized it was stuck and his attempts to remove it became more aggressive. He gave one hard yank and the sac ruptured. A thick sticky clear liquid oozed onto his hands and dripped onto the floor in front of him. In his hands he held what seemed to be wriggling light blue bikini style panties. Glenn was taken aback and leaned in closer to see what he was holding in his hands. They couldn't possibly be a pair of girls panties - moving as if alive! The creature was wrapping itself around his hand, as he struggled to get it off his eyes widened in surprise, they were in fact something that looked like panties, their edges were lined with little elastic loops that began to dig into his skin. The gusset of the panties quivered. He looked in horror as the panties edged their way up his arm. The loops digging in like the claws of a little animal. James stopped rifling through the drawers and walked towards Glenn. "Man I told you not to touch--," the words died on his lips and he stood transfixed watching as Glenn clawed at the blue panties that were creeping up his arms. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat and all the color had drained from his face. "Please man, help me get this thing off me." He walked toward James who immediately put his hands up and took a step back. "Is this some kind of joke? It's not funny, Glenn." The look on the younger man's face halted him in his tracks. "Wait, Glenn. We don't know what that thing is, I don't want it to get on me." Glenn was clawing at the writhing panties as they scrabbled up his arm and towards They watched as the panties crawled under the arm of Glenn's shirt. Glenn began to hyperventilate and tore at his shirt trying to get it off. As he pulled the shirt over his head he felt the panties move across his torso and towards his pants. Glenn threw his shirt on the floor as the panties had slithered into his pants and then began to desperately unbuckle his pants, his hands trembled, his entire body shaking with fear. He pulled his pants off as he felt the creature moving around his crotch. He tore his boxers down but it was too late. The panties had wrapped themselves around him and his crotch and were spreading out to cover his entire nether abdomen. A few seconds later they were in place, as if he had pulled them on himself. Glenn looked up at James who stood slack jawed with terror up against one of the desks in the room. The panties thrummed and moved as if alive, the living fabric straining to contain his now entrapped male genitals - the looped edges of the living panties were latching onto Glenn's skin holding them tight. For a moment Glenn stood there in nothing but the pair of light blue panties breathing heavily and looking around for something to cut the panties off with. The edges of the panties moved again and began to dig further into his flesh creating a burning sensation everywhere they were latching onto his skin. Glenn's mute horror turned into terror and he began to scream. "Help me! Oh god, it burns! Please--," he reached towards James who jumped back and started to look frantically for something to help him with. A pair of scissors, a knife, a scalpel--anything! Glenn's voice slowed to a panicked slur. He began to feel weak and slid down to the floor. "Help me, James." He whispered. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he gasped for air. "I'm trying, Glenn, but we can't call the cops or we're going to be arrested. I'm looking for something to help you get those things off without touching them. Just hang in there." Glenn's head rolled back. As James reached searched the desk for something sharp he knocked over a file holder. A folder marked Vulvoid Transform-Symbiot Adaptation of Host spilled out over the computer at the workstation. A series of pictures had fallen out of different women some of who were wearing similar panties to the ones Glenn had on. There were close-ups of different vulvas with notes on slit length on the sides. There were also photos of perfectly formed breasts with an incomprehensible note about mamobellum volume on the back. James shook his head and looked down to make sure that Glenn was still okay. Glenn's sweat soaked hair was plastered to his forehead and his arms and legs were spread out limply in front of him. He was breathing, but his breaths were shallow and pained. Glenn looked down at the panties and noticed that the gusset seemed to be growing in jerking rapid motions. Glenn opened his bloodshot eyes, his lips had become dry and cracked and when he plead with his friend to help him a ball of spittle settled at the corner of his mouth. "Please. Please, please, please, help me." He begged his friend. James shook his head and opened and closed his mouth. Finally he composed himself enough to say, "I don't know what to do Glenn, I don't want to touch it." Staring between his legs Glenn could see what looked like fluid being sucked from his body via the elastic claw edges dug into his skin, the fluid travelled within the fabric of the living panties in pulses - drawn to the gusset of the panties. The gusset itself was moving, trembling and most certainly engorging. Glenn was weak with fear and shock, and James was too scared to approach as the panties gusset slowly inflated to the size of a small orange. The gusset of the panties was enlarged and pulsating, combined with Glenn's balls which were located beneath the engorged gusset, the whole mass looked large and ominous. Glenn's balls were being painfully compressed by the gusset mass above, causing him to wince and feel nauseous. Staring in horror at Glenn's panties James noticed a change, something appeared to be pushing out from the gusset inside the panties. Then the panties extruded what looked like a thick umbilical cord, snaking its way from the gusset and moving towards Glenn's penis head! As it moved, it seemed to rub Glenn's penis and he developed an involuntary erection. The sheer size of the mass of his engorged penis, his balls, the bloated panties gusset and the ominous snake-like umbilacle stretched the panties incredibly - but they held fast and contained the objects regardless. `Ahh!!! What the fuck!! Something's moving in there James! From these fucking living panties! I can feel it! Get them off me please!!! I cant move!!!" Inside the panties the umbilical head secreted a viscous liquid and an opening at the tip of the cord revealed very small razor sharp filaments. Glenn weakly grabbed between his legs but lacked any strength to do anything more than feel the terrible events unfolding between his legs. The umbilical had now grown long enough to reach the end of Glenn's entrapped penis, and was turning ominously as if lining up a kill. Within the panties a hole at the end of the umbilical yawned open and as the head of the creature nuzzled up against the tip of his penis. Suddenly the snake-like cord opened its teeth-lined mouth. It secreted more of the liquid and attached violently to the head of Glenn's penis. The liquid slightly lubricated a smaller tube within the writhing umbilical which forced its way into Glenn's urethra. He felt the sharp pain of tearing skin as the tube pushed down his penis shaft whilst the hideous umbilical head held its vice-like grip on his penis head. Glenn was screaming uncontrollably begging for the panties to be removed, pleading and crying whilst becoming weak from shock. Glenn rolled onto his side; he turned completely pale and his lips had become a light shade of purple. James spun around and continued to look through the file he had turned over. As he shuffled the papers on the desk the computer screen came to life. James grabbed the mouse and clicked until the screen went from black to reveal an open article. His hands rapidly skimmed over the first section. His eyes grew wide and he turned slowly to look at Glenn. "This doesn't sound good." Glenn looked up at James with red-rimmed eyes that were filling with tears. He curled into a ball clutching at his crotch. "What?" He cried. James began to read from the article. "This article here says that these `vulvoid panties attach to the male host's genitals which act as injection pathway for the DNA altering x-virus--" he was interrupted by a loud grunt from Glenn. The gusset bulge between his legs was getting larger and it was pressing against Glenn's balls, squeezing them even more. A pain like a hot cattle rod had been pressed to his testicles shot through Glenn's testicles. Tears streamed down his face as he began to gag, the pain had become too much. Glenn got on all fours, heaving as his stomach attempted to empty itself on the cool lab floor. From where James stood he saw the gusset bulge begin pulsating rhythmically. Glenn clawed at the panties cutting into his own skin with his nails, but they didn't budge. His breath became erratic again and Glenn whimpered. The pulsating grew stronger and faster. Glenn looked up at James the tears and snot from his nose running freely down his face, he opened and closed his mouth a few times with nothing but a high pitched moan coming out of his mouth. Suddenly, he froze, his mouth opened, and his eyes rolled back so that James could see only the whites of his eyes. He screamed in a way that James had never heard before. He turned and scrolled wildly until he found a section of the article that explained that the panties injected a load of the virus down the penis shaft of their host. The bulge within the engorged gusset of Glenn's panties had disappeared and he collapsed onto the floor. The almost imperceptible rise and fall of Glenn's chest, and the quiet whimpers he let out every so often, let James know he was still alive. The gusset began to grow and engorge again, whereupon it deflated again whilst the near unconscious James grunted in pain again. The gusset process picked up pace and soon James had a throbbing pulsating mass between his legs that beat like a heart. Each ominous deflation of the gusset was presumably as a result of the panties injecting whatever foul substance the gusset had formed during its expansion, into poor James' penis, via the attached umbilical thing. James felt at a loss; the article had detailed the process through which the panties injected a special virus into male hosts that replaced their Y-chromosomes with the virus' special X-chromosomes. He didn't understand most of it, the terms were too clinical, but he had paid enough attention in biology class to know that two X-chromosomes were what females have. He knelt a safe distance from Glenn to try to explain what he had read to the hysterical man. But the rhythmic throbbing of the panties was so awful it made James jump back to an even safer distance. He watched as the panties engorged and deflated steadily like a heart beat. Each contraction was delivering more and more of the virus into Glenn's body. Glenn was slick with sweat and trembling with fear and what looked like illness from the panties shocking injections of X-Virus. He slumped forward and seemed to lose consciousness. James jumped up and tried to take advantage of the fact that Glenn was passed out to run away. He stepped over his friend's body and muttered a quick apology. He ran to the door they had come through but no matter how hard he pulled, the door didn't give. He was locked in! James whirled around and began to survey the room quickly. No windows, no other doors, how had this happened? As he did the visual sweep he noticed a blinking green light out of the corner of his eye. A surveillance camera whirred and clicked a few feet away. He was trapped, and they--whoever they were--knew he was there. James pressed against the door trying to think of what to do. His blood pounded loudly in his ears, his heart was beating so fast he thought he'd die of a heart attack. Trying to understand what was happening he ran back to the desk and continued to thumb through progressively more and more disturbing photos. The second batch were not of vulvas but of breasts--or what looked to be the progression of breast growth from no breasts, to the growth of nipples, budding breasts, and more shots leading up to what seemed to be c-sized breasts on a man. He dropped the photos from trembling hands and took a step back. A low moan from the floor startled James as he watched Glenn awaken. Glenn's hands shook violently as he crawled them up to his chest. A low gurgling sound began deep in the back of his throat and turned into another scream. Glenn hands pushed into his chest with all of his remaining strength. "Somethings happening!!! Oh god!!! My nipples! Theyre expanding!!!' Glenn screamed. In his weakened state he couldn't do much more than cup his nipples as a lump formed beneath them and began blossoming beneath his hand. Two masses budding masses were growing upon his chest! "James!" Glenn sobbed. "James, please. Do something!! Im growing... BREASTS!!!!" He clawed at his chest--the nipples and areolas had already become bigger. "James, I think these fucking panties are turning me into a girl! James, I don't want to be a girl!!! HELP ME!!!." Over the course of the next few minutes James could do nothing but look on as Glenn screamed--the agony of the skin on his chest stretching to accommodate his newly forming breasts had made him go from pale to red in the face. Each pulsation of the panties injected more of the Virus into Glenn and his breasts grew visibly larger. In ten awful minutes they were c-sized mounds filling his shaking hands as he stared down with slack jawed horror. Glenn cowered in the corner as a scratchy and painful crawling and pushing sensation moved from within his heavy new breasts into his chest and then up to his spine. He felt something snake within his spine up his neck and he arched his back screaming and pleading even more. He fell on the floor convulsing as a deep stabbing pain shot through the base of his neck and down throughout his body. His fingertips buzzed with electricity as and soon the breasts felt like they were being electrocuted. He stared down his chest to take in these horrific female breasts now firmly attached to his body in utter disbelief. He grabbed them and feebly tried to pull them from his body. James turned back to the computer trying to see if there was anything in the article about reversing the process he was watching his friend undergo. The word breast caught his eye and began to read under his breath. "Glenn--Oh my god..., I don't think those are just breasts," James stammered. "Not just breasts? What do you mean?" "It says here that the vulvoid breasts contain a brain that can take control--," James was cut off by a loud pained grunt from Glenn as the stabbing pain at the base of his neck was repeated and intensified as the nerve from his breast brains finally found and fused into his brain stem. Glenn rolled back onto the floor and began to shake uncontrollably, his limbs flung out wildly. "The breast brains are attaching themselves to your brain stem so they can take control of your body." "What is happening to me?" Glenn began to cry. With one hand he clutched at his breasts and with the other he clutched at his crotch. His body was ruined--was being ruined, and somewhere deep in his subconscious, Glenn knew he would never be the same. He attempted to get up and leaned one hand against the table behind him. He screamed as his spine curved backwards. He felt an intense growing pain up his lower spine as the bones of his hips began to widen pushing against tendon and muscle and skin. Glenn jumped up his eyes moving around wildly in his skull like a horse that's just been branded. "I don't want to lose my penis. I don't want to have a vulva," he screamed. "I don't want a big hole--," Glenn fell to his knees his eyes wide and his mouth opening and closing crazily. Glenn felt an incredible agony as the vestiges of his balls popped inside his body as his rapidly shrinking ball-sac finally was too tight to hold them. `Ahhhhh!!! My balls!!!! My balls!!!! Theyre gone!!!! Oh my god please help me!!!!" Between pulsations of the hideous panties it was clear Glenn had lost his balls and that his penis was dramatically smaller, getting smaller still each pulsation. The living fabric of the panties no longer seemed stretched beyond belief to contain his genitals, it already had the gentle curve of a girls groin clearly forming. James looked at the photos of various stages of a man's groin changing into a female's groin. He looked between the different shots depicted in the file and the space between Glenn's legs. The panties writhed and pulsated like a frenzied thing, as his penis was shrinking away entirely as it was absorbed into his feminizing body. Glenn babbled on unintelligently, the corners of his mouth pulled down and his face was wet with tears, mucous and sweat. He shook his head over and over again repeating the phrase, "my penis, my penis, my penis." In between sobs he was trying to choke back, midway through the sentence his voice changed to a girl's. "I'm becoming a girl," he said his voice going from a tenor to a soprano. The pain in his groin was replaced by numbness as Glenn's genitals became a blank slate. The panties continued to throb. Glenn arched his eyebrows in despair and disbelief--the transformation wasn't over. He felt a sensation like the pins and needles one feels when their feet have fallen asleep, the flat area in between his legs began to swell, his labia forming. Glenn felt the skin begin to separate like the gum between an unsuspecting shoe and the pavement. First the splitting of the skin began near his arse, and with each terrible pulsation of the panties the indentation became longer and deeper. When the panties contracted they showed perfectly the outline of the forming genitals trapped beneath, and over five horrific minutes Glenn's slit grew to four inches in length. Glenn let out a guttural scream and began to rock himself back and forth on his knees; his entire body convulsed and shook terribly. James' eyes began to fill with tears of horror. He was trapped and helplessly watching his friend turn into a girl. Glenn slumped forward and tried to catch his breath. He fell back and clutched his pelvis. He felt a burrowing sensation right in the middle of his new slit. It became more and more intense as though some parasite was attempting to burrow inside his body. He knew otherwise of course, with shock he realized it was a vagina forming between his legs, invading his helpless body. He screamed `Vagina!' over and over as this awful birth canal pushed deeper into his abdomen to connect with awaiting internal organs. It left him breathless-- throb after throb burrowed a vagina into him and he felt the pressure all the way to his throat. Something was invading him, carving a tunnel into his center. Then he felt a tingling that started in toes and fingers, something the size of the tip of a pinky pressed out in between his fat labial lips at the front - a clitoris! His panicked screams became more and more hysterical as he felt the clitoris bloom within his vulva, spreading clitoral bulb like arms thoughout his labia majora whilst separate legs grew inside along his new vagina. The entire clitoris was like some awful hand internally wrapped around his foul girlhood. The panties vibrated against his new clitoris and he felt a warm jolt between his legs. He began to grow wet and the panties began to slow in their pulsation until they eventually stopped moving. His sex change was complete, he was a girl, a Vulvoid girl! Glenn tried hard to fight the rising panic as he slowly moved his hand down to touch the vulva between his legs--his vulva. He was a girl! He was now a she! She suppressed a low wail. Glenn looked down at her new body, she clutched at her breasts and pulled and scratched at them in a frenzied attempt to remove them. The nipples expanded and abruptly her head jerked to one side; all of the sudden her limbs began to move of their own accord. She shook her head sobbing. "No, no, no, no, no, no." Her hands moved down her stomach and her legs began to unbend forcing her to her feet. Her trembling fingers traced the lips of his new vulva though her hideous panties. She felt the pathetic bump of her clitoris; and could feel the awful invasive new hole nestled between the lips - her vagina! Her birth canal! Glenn began to shake. She began to squat and felt her first labial separation. Her legs opened and closed as she was made to squat and stand and Glenn experienced the sensation of her labial lips opening and closing--spreading apart and touching again. Glenn shook her head and sobbed. She felt the edges of the panties release their grip upon her skin. Her hands reached the sides of the panties and she pulled them down to her knees. She turned to James, her face screwed up in agony, loss, and terror. She looked down at the perfectly formed vulva; the lips were fat and hairless. She grabbed the foul female mound in her hand in utter shock, feeling her index and middle fingers form a y and run up and down the lips of her vulva. Her mouth dropped open as she felt an electric current shoot up her spine when her palm rubbed up against her clitoris. She tried to pull her hand back, but her breasts forced her to keep touching, prodding and exploring her new genitals. She was begging to make it stop as her shaking hand, a finger pushed into the slit between her labia lips began to push backwards towards her most hated of new body parts, her vagina. No matter how much she fought against it and tried to resist, she no longer had any control over her own body. The finger pressed against the hole and inch-by-inch she felt her new pussy pulsating and squeezing on his finger as it went further in. She felt vaginal penetration for the first time, and began gagging at the awfulness of the sensation. She has often wondered what girls felt between their legs, and now she knew. It was beyond awful to have her emasculated void violated as her finger pushed deeper and deeper into this most female of body parts. Glenn continued to whimper and her knees buckled. She shook his head thinking that if she just continued to negate it with his thoughts that it wouldn't be true that her penis had been replaced by this vulva. But no matter how hard she shook his head, her finger was still buried within her own cunt. She could feel the ribbed texture of the vagina itself, and she could feel her labia lips stretched around the part of her hand that was inside her birth canal. It was such a hideously confronting and sickening feeling that she began to gag. The next hour was so surreal. Glenn whimpered and cried in the corner, cupping her new vulva in a hand while being forced to cup and hold one of her ripe breast brains in her other hand. She periodically stared at James in a pained and disbelieving way, quietly begging for help and to be changed back. She simply hated how her girls body felt. The utter emptiness of her vulva and its awful invasiveness inside her body, the dreadful sexual mass of her new breasts, the sense of loss of her manhood and the certain knowledge that her body was forever changed and now captive to the wishes of her breast brains. About half an hour later she gasped and spread her legs wider, screaming `oh my god!! Im being controlled again! My god! The lips opening up! I cant stand the feeling!!! My hand!!! Its... no... no...' and her hand cupping her vulva began to move, pushing up and down her slit. `The lips!!! I can feel these fucking lips sliding around!!! Oh god.. Its tingling!!! Im... Im masturbating!!! I don't want to feel this!!! I don't want to feel this fucking vulva!!! This cunt!!! No!!!! Help!!!!' and on she raved as her hand moved faster and faster massaging her vulva through her panties.. she began getting breathy as she got nearer and nearer to climax, and then with one hideous scream and thrusting bucking of her hips, her hand came free and she came... so violently that the squirting from her new formed vagina pushed the panties forwards as she came and then the fluid saturated her entrapped genitals. She collapsed and was forced to spread her legs wide, as she and James watched an even more horrible sight... The panties moved again, thrumming over her saturated vulva... they were feeding from her... using her vaginal lubricant for sustenance. Glenn could feel the awful panties push her labia apart as they gorged themselves on her first girls squirting orgasm. Glenn was inconsolable, merely quietly screaming whilst locked by her breasts in submission, unable to do anything but watch and feel her vulva violated in yet another way. Over the next two hours this happened three more times... James read that the panties did in deed feed on the `host' vulva and that whilst the normally only fed three to four times a day, they often fed much more often after the host sex change. This was partly to demoralize the host and make it realize it was no longer master of its own body, and also because the panties expended great amounts of energy as they took a host. Glenn fell into exhausted sleep three hours later... ********************************************** Two hours later Glenn was awoken by a violet electric sensation in her nipples and at the base of her brain stem, where the breast brains nerve trunk was fused to her own brain. Feeling her breasts again begin to tingle and her nipples expanded more as her breast brains again took control of her. In her sleep her hand had once more gone between her legs, perhaps in her dream state she was still hopeful of finding her penis bulge again between her legs. The panties moved again and she felt their awful cilla-like edges again reattach to her skin, burrowing into her skin and drawing fluids from her own body into the very panties fabric once more. Standing in shock she woke the sleeping James with her muffled cry. She clutched at the gusset of the panties frantically and dropped to her knees again. The gusset was expanding. She spread her legs and stared at the gusset covering her rounded vulva mound. James was also transfixed and somewhat terrified. The clear indentation of her camel toe disappeared as the engorging gusset grew - at first the indent of her slit was gone, then the gusset began distending as it grew. Clearly the fluids drawn through the panties cilla-like elastic edges was coursing through the living fabric and fueling the engorgement. The gusset grew and grew whilst she cried in terror again, not knowing what these awful living organisms now had in store for her - she could not imagine what would come next. A low keening desperate wail escaped her mouth as she stared at the rapidly engorging panties gusset. It took no more than 5 awful minutes for the gusset to become the size of an orange, stretching the living fabric of the panties tightly and pushing her lips apart directly over her vagina. The gusset began to pulse, slowly at first then picking up pace and strength. Her breasts forced her hands to grab the engorged throbbing mass and push it up and down her slit, feeling herself become wet as her vagina oozed lubricant at the stimulation. Once again, her eyes rolled to back of her head as the engorged panties rubbed up and down her new slit. She looked up at James who was frozen and watching. Glenn's hand moved to in between her legs, the panties rubbed on her from the inside and she moved the mass of the gusset up and down her slit whilst crying. In her hand the bulge of the gusset began to throb again, slowly at first then more and more strongly. "T-t-th-this can't be happening," she blubbered. She moaned--a sound that came from somewhere in between pleasure and pain. She rubbed harder along his clit as the gusset pulsations became much stronger, the panties fabric strained to contain the force of the violet pulsations. They did so quite effectively, so the pulsating mass found another path to channel its energy. Glenn screamed as she felt her lips pushed apart even further and the hideous mass of the throbbing gusset pused into her vagina. She felt the penetration burrow deep into her birth canal. She felt her lips pushed wide as they encircled this awful panties organ, some kind of penis she assumed, as it pushed deep into her vagina. It hurt and she felt so violated she wanted to vomit again. The awful mass withdrew from her vagina only to re-enter her and it did so repeatedly in a rhythm approximating a human mating penis. She was being raped! She fell forward and her other hand supported her as the other was forced to furiously rub at her clit through the panties to further stimulate her sex organs. She felt herself being penetrated again and again as something coming out of the gusset of the panties plunged in and out of her. She groaned and closed her eyes. "Ahhhhhh!!!! Im being raped James!!! These panties are raping me!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Please god no!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!" James stood transfixed by the sight of his friend hysterically touching her newly formed vulva and the bizarre throbbing gusset between her legs. Glenn moaned louder and louder--she seemed panicked and lost in the moment, full of fear but unable to stop the physical reaction she was having from having something buried in her cunt and the rhythmic vibrations against her clitoris. Glenn began to shake as the first waves of her climax rocked her body; she felt a warm liquid squirt out from in between her legs. Almost as quickly as her body produced it the panties suctioned it up while simultaneously ejaculating a load of foul inseminating fluid into her. Glenn screamed and began to cry as her vagina made a swallowing inward pulsation drawing the fluid into her reproductive system. Her panties had inseminated her, and the spent empty gusset still within her vagina slowly retreated to become what looked just like a normal pair of girls panties gusset, wet after sex, but flat and covering a most perfectly pouty vulva. Glenn crumpled onto the floor moaning quietly. Her body shuddered with fatigue. She clutched at her stomach, which James could see was starting to swell. Something was growing inside Glenn! Some evil spawn of those awful enslaving panties grew inside poor Glenn's hijacked and reformed sexual organs. James was getting panicked, keeping his distance from the groaning Glenn and very fearful of what was growing inside her. Glenn was unresponsive to any conversation, she merely groaned and cried, with breast nipples widely distended indicating breast control. For 30 horrific minutes her stomach grew and grew. James shook himself and ran to the windows trying desperately to open them. He thought to look for something to throw through the window and escape. He turned to grab a chair from a workstation and found Glenn's female body standing in front of him. Her face was distorted with tears, sadness and regret. He looked at her swollen belly, female Glenn had gone from thin to pregnant looking. "I'm so sorry," she whispered before thrusting her breasts in his direction. A spray of hot liquid crashed against him and his muscles and bones and joints stopped responding. Glenn's breasts had actually sprayed him! He felt a stinging sensation then began to tremble, collapsing to the floor he realized he could no longer move. He was paralyzed! He was unable to move as his friend sobbed and began to undress him--her belly was swelling and by the time she had finished undressing James she pulled her panties off and threw them on the ground. She dropped down and squatted on the floor grunting in pain spreading her legs, and facing her vulva towards the sobbing but helpless James. A perfect 4 inch puffy-lipped slit split the emptiness between James' legs. Above this a swollen belly. She began panting and screamed as she felt her first contraction, a major one that she could feel had already pushed the foul gestated object so it began pushing her cervix apart. It was agony! She pushed and pushed as wave after wave of cramping overcame her and she felt the object push through her womb through her cervix and enter her vagina. She felt she was going to explode! Her vagina hurt before when she had merely pushed her fingers into it, but this object was so much bigger it was unimaginable it would be able to fit. She screamed and screamed as it pushed further and further through her vagina, beyond agony now. Then she felt something even worse as the object pushed close to her vagina entrance. Her whole vulva pushed forwards, the lips began to stretch and stretch as the final act of birth unfolded. She felt something large press up against her cunt and start sliding out of her. She bore down, pushing, wanting nothing more than the creature inside of her to come out. She watched as her lips spread apart. Wider and wider they opened, she felt her vaginal canal almost tearing to accommodate the moving thing inside of her. She screamed and pushed down harder. The lips of her vagina spread and felt like they would tear; she yelled and a blue sac similar to the one that had ruptured in her hand earlier began to push its way out of her vulva. The pain was immense, she felt as though she were being torn apart from the inside out. She grunted again and began to scream on an exhaled push and finally the sac, sized like a toddlers head, came out and into her hand. She breathed heavily and fast as she turned and walked towards a terrified James. Tears ran down the sides of his face and he tried to scream but couldn't. She shook her head and began to sob, "I'm sorry, I have no choice. My breasts are controlling me! Forcing me!". One of Glenns hands grabbed James' flaccid penis and began to massage it, making it swell into a substantial unwanted erection. She placed the now ruptured sac on her friend's penis, pushing it so that it curved around James' erection. The sac's sticky surface stuck to the engorged manhood. She backed away slowly crying and shaking her head as the panties writhed and moved within the sac and the whole birthing sac trembled. As the panties within the sac writhed more and more, the sac eventually ruptured and to James' and Glenn's horror, a new pair of vulvoid panties began to move - this time on James' body. He was going to become a Vulvoid Girl too... ****************************** James sat in the corner of the lab crying. After her painful transformation and the awfulness of having to touch her emasculated groin and hefty breast-brains against her will she didn't have the strength to move or think beyond the fact that she was no longer a man. Her breasts had seemed to swell and all of the sudden her hands were moving despite the fact that she wanted nothing more than for them to stop. She knew that Glenn was being controlled more or less the same way she was and it made her feel less alone. She felt a hollow ache where her member had been. She looked anywhere but down just so she wouldn't have to look at her horrific body but every so often she'd catch a reflection of herself--in the glass tanks, on an idle computer screen, and she would wail loudly and inconsolably wanting to claw her eyes out. Glenn was pacing the room angrily. Her thoughts were moving a hundred miles per minute. She began to shake with rage, she grabbed a chair and threw it at the window with all of her strength, but she felt a crippling pain shoot down her spine as whatever was inside of her punished her for doing something wrong. The chair bounced off the seemingly unbreakable glass. When the pain dissipated, she checked every possible escape route; the windows were unbreakable and bolted from the outside, the doors were locked, there was no way out. Glenn moved around the lab looking through any files she could find. Nothing seemed helpful--measurements of vulvas, detailed explanations of the way the virus that had infected them worked but she only understood a fraction of it. There was no mention of whether it was possible to reverse this enslaving sexchange or remove dependence on the parasitic living panties between her legs. Instead the information battered her spirit until she sank to the floor exhausted and feeling helplessly lost. "We're never getting out of here," whimpered James. Glenn's head snapped up and she looked around before her eyes settled on James. She still wasn't used to the sound of their feminine voices and whenever one of them spoke it would give them the false hope that they weren't alone in the room. The realization that they were utterly by themselves chipped away at them and they were inconsolable for stretches of time. "We're going to die here. We're going to starve, these panties are going to rape and feed from us until we die." James began to sob; the hot tears ran down her face and fell onto her new chest. "I cant believe that, James. This ain't the first time we've been in a fucked up situation. If theres a god in this world someone will help us, change us back." Glenn wanted to believe what she was saying but she looked down at her half naked female body and also felt the despair well up inside of her. James wheeled around abruptly; a crazy hysterical look erupted across her face. Her eyes were open wide and rimmed with red from having cried for so long. She pointed a shaky finger in Glenn's direction. Glenn took a step back; the look on her friend's face was frightening her. "You." James half said half shrieked. "You did this." She laughed sadly. "You just had to touch that goddamn egg after I told you not to." Glenn put her hands up, palms facing out and shook her head slowly. "James, calm down." "Calm down?!" James shrieked. "You want me to calm down? Are you fucking seeing me?" She waved her hands wildly. "I have breast brains, Glenn. I have a fucking vagina! You have breasts and a vagina. How the hell do you think I'm supposed to stay calm?" James took a step towards her friend. "Why'd you do it? Why did you touch that thing? This is all your fault. If you hadn't touched that thing we'd be out of here with computers and fancy tech, I'd be drinking a beer and thinking of all of the ways I wanted to spend my money. But instead you had to touch something and now here we are. This is beyond horrible." Glenn shook her head in anger. "Me? You want to blame me? James, you're the reason why we're here! You're the one who wanted to hit this place. Did you even bother to look into who the hell we were robbing?" James felt stunned by the truth in her friend's words. She staggered backwards. "I didn't know. I had no way of knowing," she bawled. "I didn't know what kind of place this was. I knew it was something about viruses, but I thought the viruses were the normal shit: the flu, or Ebola, or something. I just assumed that if we just stayed away from any of the shit we couldn't get infected. My source told me it was safe, he said that the viruses weren't even in this room." "You don't think he sold us out, do you?" Glenn's face drained of all color as she considered that someone knew that this would happen to them and willingly send them in anyway. James slumped to the ground and put her head between her hands. "I don't know. I have no idea what to believe anymore." James sighed and felt the ever increasing hollowness that accompanies too much crying. She turned her palms up to the sky and exhorted a deity she didn't even believe in. "I promise to never disrespect another girl in my life, just please, God, help us out of this." Glenn shook her head sadly. "I don't think that's going to work." Suddenly at the same time, they both felt movement inside of their breasts. A slight swelling as the masses inside moved almost imperceptibly. Both of their mouths fell open in mute horror as they their heads. They felt like crawling out of their skin and being anywhere but there in that moment. "No, not again. Please, not again." James and Glenn screamed. They fought hard against their moving hands, willing their brains to overrule what was happening to them but it resulted in a headache that felt like their skulls would be ripped apart by lightening. They stopped struggling physically and kept pleading, begging that they not be made to do what they were about to do but no one listened. Their hands crept down and settled between their legs. Through their panties they felt the shape of their vulvas, the perky already swollen clitorises--they felt themselves grow wet with anticipation. Glenn felt a mixture of rage and shame as James began to cry again. Already the new girls had been emasculated--literally their masculinity stripped as their bodies transformed into girls, but this? This was too much. To be forced to touch themselves every hour, with their new parts, and to feel their bodies responding pleasurably to the assault made them feel embarrassed. Beyond shock, there were no words for the kind of violation they felt as they were forced to masturbate. They refused to make eye contact with one another even as the sounds of their pleading were spliced with moans of unwanted pleasure. Each became hyper aware of the other's presence and proximity which only added to the humiliation. Their hands moved more roughly over their vulvas, bringing them closer to climax, their knees shook and their legs buckled out from under them; their breathing came rapidly and unevenly. Finally their bodies contracted and they felt themselves cum, squirting into the panties which quickly moved and thrummed over their genitals to suck up the fluid and residual moisture until their vulvas were raw and sensitive. Both of the girls fell to the floor and curled up in fetal position. They whimpered quietly, clutching their knees to their chests - feeling their awful breasts pressed into by their knees. Glenn and James had no idea how long they had been lying there when they felt the vibrations shake the floor. They heard the sounds of multiple pairs of boots coming in their direction. They sprang up and crawled on the floor until the found a place to hide crouched under two desks facing one another. There was a grating sound and the doors opened. "Sweep the perimeter," said a man's voice. There was an electronic buzz and beeping from what seemed to be walkie talkies. James and Glenn looked at one another quizzically. James made a gesture suggesting that they expose themselves, maybe they were being rescued. Glenn frowned and shook her head hysterically. She drew her finger across her neck, they could be killed. Glenn hoped that perhaps the people would leave and forget to lock the door. If they waited long enough they could escape and find someone to help them out of this weird situation. Glenn tried to control her own breathing so as not to give up their location; she motioned to James to do the same. They crouched quietly and listened to the swift movement of the group of people as they moved through the lab. James clamped a hand over her own mouth as a pair of black combat boots walked past their hiding places. The boots faltered for a second, and they heard the person moving some papers on top of the desk. They both relaxed as the boots continued to walk past and they remained undetected for now. "They're not in here, Captain," barked a female voice. Captain? Mouthed James. Maybe they were being rescued, the people circling the room had to be police or military. Glenn motioned to James to pause and keep listening. They still had no idea what was going on or who was responsible for turning them into girls and it was best to remain out of sight until they could find out more information. "They're in here, the alarm was triggered when they came into the room and the doors lock automatically from the outside and I just found two pairs of men's clothing. Keep looking. Check every nook, every corner, and every crevice of this room and find them. Remember our mission boys and girls and step lightly." Glenn frowned--they were definitely some kind of military outfit but he couldn't figure out if they were friendly or hostile. There was a sound of metal scraping across the floor; they seemed to be moving chairs. James was becoming hysterical, Glenn signaled for her to be silent as they heard approaching footsteps. The boots stopped in front of James and hovered for a moment. James began to sweat, she grew red in the face tried to keep herself from screaming. Quickly the man, who was dressed in full tactical gear, dropped to his knee and looked under the desk pointing his gun at James who let out a loud scream. "Glenn, help me!" Glenn's heart was beating wildly inside her chest. The man turned to look at Glenn as well and his dark eyes seemed to pierce through her very being. "Stand up." He barked at them. They cowered in the corners of their hiding spots. "Now." James and Glenn scrambled out from underneath the desks and stood face to face with a man in all black holding a very large gun. James and Glenn trembled under the man's unabashed gaze; he looked them over and shook his head whistling. James and Glenn looked down and remembered that not only were they half naked they looked like girls. Glenn began to stammer something about them not actually being girls but the mercenary waved his hand to silence her. He pointed towards two chairs in the center of the room and motioned for them to go sit in them. Clutching their chests tightly and cognizant of how naked they were, they moved quickly to the metal chairs they were ushered to. For several moments they sat quietly looking at the group of armed men and women around them. James' whimpering elicited some chuckles. "Please, we're not actually girls," whispered Glenn. "Looks like a girl, talks like a girl, doesn't know when to shut up like a girl," laughed the captain. "Shit, Captain," laughed one of the soldiers - a female, "if I had a body like that I'd do whatever I wanted including talk too much. Their breasts are bigger than mine!" Everyone laughed raucously and Glenn felt all hope of being rescued begin to sink away. Their cheeks burned red with the mortification of being stared at by so many eyes in their new forms. It was the first time anyone other than themselves had seen them, and it was driving the point home in the most painful way. James and Glenn hugged themselves tightly and tried to make themselves small so as to cover as much of themselves as possible. "The crazy thing is, if they didn't cry so much about not being men anymore, you wouldn't be able to tell that they're not natural born girls," shuddered one of the soldiers. "It gives me the creeps." "They don't ever really stop crying," said the one that seemed to be the captain. "Ever stop crying? How long are you going to keep us here?" blubbered James. "Glenn, we're going to die like this." She motioned to her body before remembering that she was naked from the waist up. She quickly covered herself to the amusement of the soldiers. "Enough of your yapping; sit and wait until the doctors get here." Glenn and James exchanged looks. If the doctors were coming then they'd know how to fix this and turn them back into men. The thought gripped them both that the transformation might not be reversible and it was so sobering that for the first time since they had been turned they sat completely still and silent. They took inventory of their lives, looked back at the first time they remembered ever being conscious of their penises and imagined what their lives would be like if they remained female forever. Quiet tears streamed down their faces and both looked at fixed points on the floor, anything to focus on that would take them out of this moment. The seconds seem to stretch on for an eternity; the soldiers sensing that it might be a while before they were joined by whoever they were waiting for, relaxed and took off their goggles and loosened their grips on their guns. "You ever think they might do that shit to us, Cap?" said one of the soldiers. "Nah, not really. I think they know we'd put an entire mag of bullets in them if they even tried." "As if the government has ever cared about collateral damage, what's one soldier?" said one of the soldiers pushing one of his comrades forward. "Go on, touch them." The man pushed the soldier back with a look of panic on his face . The soldiers laughed nervously. "Well, you think they got any y-front underpants to turn Peters here into the man she's always wanted to be?" The soldier named Peters laughed. "Yeah right, fuck off - just coz you got yourself a penis doesn't give you the right to be a dick." James' desperation reached its peak. She dropped to her knees and crawled towards the soldier who had expressed fear of being turned into a girl also. She appealed to that fear. James grabbed the man's shin and began to wail. "Please, help us. Please, you have no idea how awful this feels being a girl! Ive got breast brains!! A vulva! So empty!!!, please." She took a shaky breath, "this, this monstrosity it could happen to you, too." She spoke quickly even as the soldier shook his leg out and pointed his gun at her. "You could just let us go, you could tell them whoever they are, that we got away, and no one would have to know. We wouldn't tell a soul." James began to sob grabbing and pulling at her breasts in desperation whilst cupping the panty covered vulva in her other hand. "You have no idea what its like! What these fucking living panties did to us! Can you imagine--" The soldier gave James a brusque tap with his boot and motioned with his gun for her to get back in her seat. "Go sit down. And if you touch me again, I'll put a bullet between your eyes." The soldier was obviously spooked but the fear of being turned into a girl for disobeying orders was stronger than the pity he felt for the blubbering mass that James had become. James slunk back to her chair and blinked the tears away. She was overcome by a flood of different emotions, rage at the soldiers' indifference, fear of what would become of them, regret that they had chosen this lab of all places to break into, and for a moment she felt murderous rage at Glenn for touching anything after James had told her not to. She could have sprang on her and torn out her throat if it weren't for the several guns that were trained on them in that moment. Glenn sat quietly observing the scene around her. She had become catatonic from the physical, emotional and psychological strain of the day's events. She watched unflinchingly, unable to move or process, she had lost all hope of escaping or of being helped. She wiped the sweat, tears, and snot from her face and dropped her hands to her sides; she pulled her knees up to her chin and put her arms around her legs. She rocked herself back and forth and let her eyes dim until everything in front of her blurred to indistinguishable shapes. There was a sound outside of the door and the soldiers all stood at attention as two men in lab coats holding clipboards under their arms walked in. They greeted the soldiers quietly and moved towards James and Glenn with a look of joyous wonder on their faces. The pair found themselves on their feet being poked and prodded gently by hands encased in latex. Every so often one of the scientists would mutter a word of appreciation, "remarkable," or "amazing," and the other would nod enthusiastically. Each girl was measured and observed, their dimensions quickly noted onto the clipboards being held by the doctors. The doctors lifted each of their arms, palpating the muscle on either side of their breasts. James and Glenn found themselves strangely compliant, although their faces burned with shame as the soldiers watched them being measured and touched and finally undressed. They both held on to the belief that now that the doctors had arrived they might just be observed and then released. What could they possibly want with them after the doctors got the information they wanted? They were moved back into the seats and instructed to sit back with their legs spread-eagled, trembling panties at their knees. Of all the sensations, it was the feeling of her labia lips separating as she spread her legs wide that Glenn hated the most. Their perfect vaginas were now visible to everyone in the room. The soldiers leaned forward to watch what was happening, intrigued by the scene that was unfolding before them. The doctors pinched their fat labias with a tool that quantified their width and length. Their clitorises were measured with no regard to how they would feel with fingers brushing up against their soft parts. James began to whimper quietly as she felt himself growing aroused. The doctor clapped his hands. "Look, this specimen's vulva is not only perfectly formed its quite functional and strangely sensitive. Look at the secretion--it lubricates itself upon arousal as a vulva from a natural born female would." James hung her head as she felt all the eyes in the room staring at her exposed body. She wanted to close her legs but they remained open no matter how much her brain commanded them to close. One of the doctors swabbed the opening of her slit for testing and the sensation made James moan. James' heartbeat quickened and her body tensed as she felt a gloved finger measuring the opening of her vulva. The fingers of the doctor held her labia apart as a measuring tool was inserted inside of her, sliding into her vagina! The sensation of penetration was so awful she wanted to vomit. She could actually feel the instrument within her, she could feel her labia wrapped around the instrument. Her breath caught as she felt it settle in against her cunt. The doctor nodded and wrote down the number on his clipboard. As the lubricated tool was removed she felt a trickle of vaginal fluid creep down. She fought the urge to wipe it away so as not to draw any more attention to herself. "Please, can you tell us how long we're going to be like this? Please... can you change me back?" asked Glenn. At the sound of her girls voice the doctors exclaimed once more and commented on the feminine quality but they didn't answer her and disregarded every question the girls made. "In some cases," the doctor turned to the younger scientist excitedly, "the virus doesn't perform the way it usually does and the specimens are left with a female body but a man's voice." He chuckled lightly and shook his head, "those specimens are further tested to identify why they don't react to the virus in the same way the others do. Interesting stuff really." The young scientist nodded eagerly. The scientists noticed the panties wriggling on the floor and motioned for the girls to put them on. "Oh, this is a treat, have you seen a feeding before?" The eldest scientist looked at his watch and turned to the younger man who shook his head. "Well, then observe carefully. This will be the first of many times and it really is fascinating!" The soldiers looked on in horror as James and Glenn went from being submissive and quiet to screaming and crying, clutching at their ripe breast brains as they once again took control of the new girls bodies. With shaking hands they were forced to pull their Vulvoid panties up their legs and onto their groins. They were pleading but it wasn't clear to who or what they were so afraid of. Their hands moved down in sync to their panties and began to rub slowly up and down their slits, they cried and shook their heads in disbelief the entire time. The soldiers felt frozen in their places as the gusset of the panties gussets moved and seemed to swell a bit and pulsated, vibrating against the two girl's vulvas-- those who didn't already know realized in that moment that the panties were somehow alive. The panties quivered as the two girls rubbed circles around their clits, first slow large circles and then wider faster strokes - periodically running a finger up and down the length of their slits. James howled in fear and shame--a sound that rattled the soldiers who then looked at each other apprehensively and clutched their guns tighter to their chests. "What the fuck is going on here, doc?" Asked one of the soldiers as he broke formation. The doctors could not contain their scientific excitement. The older turned and explained to the wayward soldier, "the panties gain their sustenance from the nutrients they glean from female ejaculate. The subjects are compelled to masturbate themselves every hour or so to feed the panties. As the specimens reach climax the panties' gussets absorb the vaginal fluids. The panties also use their new hosts to procreate." "I've seen and done some fucked up shit, Captain. But this, what is this?" "This is what you get paid for, soldier. Stand down and look away if you can't handle it." But the soldier was frozen in his place. None of them could tear their eyes away, it was like watching a train wreck; they simply could not look away. The female soldier was the only one who did not seem phased she joked with her comrades about learning some new techniques, but the men who held their thighs closely together found her jokes in poor taste. The girls made small animal noises as James and Glenn's sexual instincts overtook even their strongest feelings of fear and shame. The soldiers watched as the girl's bodies convulsed and shook, they panted and rubbed furiously at their vulvas. The edges of the girls panties seemed to dig into the flesh of their host like a million little hypodermic needles, drawing in more bodily fluid which was pulled into the gusset of the living panties. The gussets swelled and swelled, unlike previous masturbations, this was different. "Oh they seem to be preparing for insemination, that's extra exciting. Bet you didn't think you'd see so much on your first day with this division!" said the doctors to the new recruit who was scribbling away at his clipboard. "The panties have a function by which the gusset engorges like a phallus and through intercourse with the specimen impregnates them with a type of quickly developing fetus that the subject then births in a sac filled with amniotic fluid." James and Glenn collapsed over their chairs; The engorged mass of the gussets had disappeared and Glenn screamed that it had pushed inside her vagina. The bulk emerged and then disappeared again and it was clear to everyone in the room that these girls were being raped by their living panties. Everyone watched in tense silence as the room was filled with the sounds of wet suctioning the engorged gussets slipping in and out of their dripping vulvas. James and Glenn finally let go of their vulvas and grasped the edges of the chairs so tightly their knuckles went white with the strain. They grunted and their hips moved slowly and rhythmically. Hushed tears ran down both girls' red and swollen faces. The gussets of the panties were thrusting deeply into and out of their vaginas, sliding past their separated labia lips and rubbing their clitoris' even more. The girls, who despite their shamed horror found pleasure in the feeling of the panties' shafts buried deep in their cunts, screamed and pleaded for it to stop. The shaft move rhythmically in and out, twisted against the walls of the girls' vaginas until they cried out in pained ecstasy. When finally the girls came, saturating the panties with their squirting female ejaculation the panties sucked down their cum and then swelled again and spurted inseminating fluid deep into both of them. "You can tell ejaculation on the part of the panties have occurred because of the characteristic odor," the oldest doctor scrunched up his nose. "Really it's quite unpleasant." "That was fascinating, doctor," said the younger scientist after he had finished scribbling notes onto his clipboard. "That's one word to describe what just happened," muttered the captain shifting his weight from foot to foot. He was noticing the growing anxiety of his men and wanted nothing more than to go home and have sex with his wife with his very real and still functioning penis. "Brilliant! Well, Captain, you and your men please prepare these specimens for transport. There are still so many tests we need to run and we don't have the equipment to do so here. We trust that you'll be able to handle them." The doctors nodded at the small squadron and walked out of the lab whispering excitedly amongst themselves. "We'll be waiting outside!" He shouted back. "You heard the doctor, grab them and let's get out of here before we're forced to witness any other crazy shit." "I thought you said we'd only be doing transports captain, I didn't sign up for this shit." "It's all part of the job, but don't worry. What just happened isn't a common occurrence. I've been working for the government for some time now and that's only the second time I've ever seen that." James and Glenn felt themselves being thrown over the shoulders of the soldiers and began to struggle. They kicked and clawed until the soldiers had had enough and removed two syringes from their utility belts. The two girls felt pinches in their upper thighs as they were injected with a sedative. Their eyes began to droop and the world darkened as they were led out of the room for the first time in several hours. They lost consciousness just as the fresh air hit their faces and they realized they were being pushed into the back of what looked to be an ambulance. The doctors signaled for one of the soldiers to get in the back of the ambulance. "We need to make sure they don't hurt themselves back there on the way to the base." The captain waved one of his female soldiers into the back tersely. The head doctor gave a sharp shake of his head and motioned for one of the males to get in. "The women soldiers always take pity." The captain took a deep breath and signaled for one of the men to get in. The man shakily entered the back of the ambulance and looked down at his penis. He clamped his legs shut and turned to the captain. "How long does the sedative last?" He asked trembling. "Long enough," said the Captain with a glimmer of something in his eyes that unsettled the soldier. He saluted his subordinate and slammed the ambulance doors shut. Half an hour later the two girls' eyes fluttered open. They looked out of the back of the ambulance and saw a long dusty road stretching behind them. A single soldier sat in the back with them his gun clutched in two shaking hands; he regarded with distrust and jumped when the girls sat up. They looked towards the front of the ambulance and saw one of the doctors sitting in the front, driving. Their bellies were swollen and full and they both knew what was coming next. Glenn felt quiet vindication spread across her face. The look terrified the soldier who pushed back into the corner he was sitting in as if he wanted to disappear into the wall. He pointed his gun at them but before he could do anything one of the girl's breasts perked up and dispersed a paralyzing agent into the air. The man was frozen where he sat. He lost all control of his limbs and could only move his eyes and make gurgling sounds. The girls stood up mechanically, they pried the gun from his stiff fingers and removed his clothing. They worked in silence, every so often doubling over in pain and grabbing their stomachs as they moaned loudly. The soldier's eyes would widen and move erratically like a startled horse, he gurgled a drowned scream but the girls continued to undress him. When the soldier was naked they pulled him onto the gurney and the color drained from his face. One of the girls screamed and slammed her hand against the metal wall of the ambulance; she grunted and bore down - the lips of her vulva spreading open. She breathed heavily and the sweat erupted across her face. She climbed on top of the man and straddled his head. He was staring directly at her vulva, noticing it was being pushed forward from inside as the bulk of the Vulvoid birthing sac pushed towards her vagina entrance. She groaned loudly and pushed down. The girl screamed again and her vagina tortuously spread open, the panties birthing sac now visible as a light blue translucent object lightly veined and within a writhing form of a new pair of Vulvoid Panties. She screamed again as her lips stretched wider, the object as large as a baby's head causing her unimaginable pain as her lips spread to near breaking point. With one final massive push the sac oozed in a writhing mass from her vulva, plopping onto the chest of the terrified man. The other girl grabbed the sac, as Glenn fell to the floor sobbing and cupping her slowly closing vulva. James pushed the light blue sac into the trembling mans cock, wrapping it around his shaft, and stood back. The egg like sac remained attached, then pulsed and writhed and finally split open. Clear fluid splashed everywhere and the wriggling form of the newly birthed Vulvoid Panties moved on their own, encircling his cock and balls and quickly surrounding his groin - parting and resealing edges so they were soon fully on him. He stared in disbelief at his poor penis and balls, stretching the tight living fabric of the panties that now contained them... While the terrified man's panties began to engorge, the second girl - James, screamed in agony as she also began to give birth. The driver of the van hearing the noise stamped on the brakes, and brought the vehicle to a stop. Walking around the back, he opened the door and found himself sprayed with breast spray from James. Sliding to the ground, the immobilized driver stared up and at James' groin just in time to see a large blue sac oozing from her agonizingly stretched vulva lips... The look on his face said it all, and for the first time since their horrific sex change, the girls smiled knowing one of the foul creators of their panties was about to join their awful club. .