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			  TG: DNA II (4/10)

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	This story is copyright 1996 by Stephanie. All rights 
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	As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.

			   DNA II part 4
				by
			     Stephanie

CHAPTER 7

	Some time had passed. Jeff had no idea how much. The small room
had no windows, only a low-powered lightbulb, so she couldn't even tell
if night had fallen or if it was already dawn outside. The events of the
last few hours played relentlessly through Jeff's mind. Somehow, Quince
had turned her from an imposing male cop into a well-endowed woman.

	For the first time since that impossible event had happened, Jeff
managed to calm herself down enough to examine her new body. She looked
down at her chest. When she had put the T-shirt on that morning, it had
been tight against her muscled torso and thick arms. Now it was as loose
as a tent. It was still tight in one area though, where her breasts
stretched the material.

	She closed her eyes and pulled the T-shirt off. The soft curls of
her long hair brushed against her bare shoulders, but she ignored the
strange sensation as her eyes drank in the incredible sight before her.
Two brown globes of feminine flesh sat heavily on her chest. They were
beautiful breasts; large but firm, with perfect skin. Gently, she held
them in her small hands.

	They were real, not some prosthetics. She could feel her hands
lifting her new breasts. She released them and ran a finger over one
nipple. It was huge compared to her old male nipple, and much more
sensitive. She ran her finger around it. The nipple tingled and grew.

	She grasped her teat between her fingers and pulled gently. It
felt good. Jeff felt herself get turned on by both the feeling and the 
sight of her naked feminine flesh. Her crotch became aroused, but it felt
so different from what she was used to. It felt a little like an
erection, but somehow inside her. She didn't feel the familiar tightness
in her pants that she was used to.

	Then Jeff remembered what she had felt there before Quince had
put her back in the room. Her small hands struggled at the belt which was
now loose around her impossibly small waist. She pushed her pants and
shorts down over her wide hips and gasped in shock. It was gone! She was
no longer a man.

	Nestled in a sparse mat of pubic hair was the unmistakable shape
of a woman's pussy. She stared at her new feminine equipment for several
minutes until her hand moved down to explore it. Jeff could feel the
first hesitant touches of her fingers on the lips of her new vagina. It
was real. Then the lips parted and her dainty fingers pushed into the
moist passage. The sensation of even that small penetration was almost
too much for Jeff's overtaxed brain.

	Slowly she started to probe her vagina. As she did so she felt a
pleasurable need building up in her. Her fingers reached her clitoris and
she gave a soft gasp at how sensitive it was, like a miniature penis.

	She arranged her clothes on the floor and lay back on them. With
one hand she caressed one of her breasts, and with the other she started
to work at her excited cunt in earnest. Jeff retreated into the
sensations of being a woman in heat. By now she had all four fingers of
her hand in her vagina. The feeling of penetration was so alien, so
exciting.

	The erotic sensations continued to build until she reached an
orgasm. She arched her hips as if to meet an imaginary lover as the
erotic sensations shot through her body. It was similar to a male orgasm
but not nearly as centered on her crotch and it seemed to take forever to
die down.

	For a long time Jeff lay there, not thinking about anything in
particular. Slowly, she returned to herself. She was more than a little
embarrassed about what she had just done with herself. She rationalized
her excitement as the natural effect of being confronted with a shapely
girl's body. Even if it was now hers.

	Jeff looked around the room. She had to find a way out of there.
She quickly dressed in her now ill-fitting clothes, trying to ignore the
feeling of her breasts bobbing on her chest and her wide hips swivelling
as she walked around the room. The only way in or out of the room was a
solid door. Even in her old body, Jeff would have been unable to break
open the door. Her only hope would be to make a run for it when her
captors opened the door.

	And go where? She would never be able to convince her fellow
policemen that she had been Jeff Stockwell. At best they would think she
had got the information from their missing colleague.

	Maybe Michael Kingston could help her. Jeff knew he didn't work
totally voluntarily for Quince. On the other hand, Kingston might just
turn her over to Quince. All that was totally irrelevant if she couldn't
escape.

	Jeff crouched down in the corner and crossed her arms under her
breasts.

			******************

	"She does look cute. You picked the donor well, Mr. Quince."

	Jeff heard her voice speaking at a distance. That wasn't her
voice, she realised. That was Bill in her body. Her eyes snapped open to
see Quince and her old body standing over her. She had fallen asleep and
wasted her one opportunity!

	Quince smiled coldly at Jeff, "Come on. It's time for our little
chat."

	Jeff climbed unsteadily to her feet. Bill escorted her out
into the main room. There was a camp bed in the middle of the room.
Quince gestured Jeff to go and sit on it. Jeff did as she was told. She
felt terribly vulnerable in her new feminine body, and the way Bill was
ogling her curves didn't help. Quince sat next to her. Jeff was
uncomfortable at having a man so close to her.

	Quince leaned over to Jeff and said "Now, co-operate and you'll
be back to your old manly self soon." Jeff said nothing. Quince hoped she
hadn't had a mental breakdown from the sudden drastic change she had
undergone. "Jeff, tell me who in the police force you were working with."

	Jeff sat hunched up on the bed. Quince could see she was
shivering. "You don't work for the local cops, do you? You probably come
from another city. So the chances anyone would recognize you are a cop
are much smaller. Even your own mother wouldn't recognize you now, and
unless you want to stay a cute little girl, you'll answer my questions."
Quince brushed a long curl out of Jeff's face. "You are very good
looking. Perhaps you like being an attractive female."

	Quince could see Jeff was on the edge of total panic. It was time
to offer Jeff a way out. "All you have to do is give me the names of the
officers you worked with here who know who you are."

	A part of Jeff desperately wanted to give Quince the information,
but she managed to fight it down. What would Quince do to them to protect
the racket he had going here? At best they would be transformed like she
had been. Jeff had only known the small group she had been working with
for under a month, but she wouldn't betray them to Quince.

	"Fuck off, Quince," Jeff said with all the force she could
muster. She could hear the conviction in her high, lilting voice, but it
had none of the power she was used to. She had used her voice as a
weapon, often managing to bellow people into submission. Now it was as
weak and female as the rest of her.

	Quince sighed. "I hoped you were going to be reasonable about
this." He looked up at Bill and nodded.

	The guard opened a small case he was holding and produced a
syringe. Jeff's eyes widened in shock. "No," she moaned in fear. Not
again! She jumped to her feet and bolted for the door. Bill made no move
to stop her as she rushed past. She reached the door, tried to open it,
and failed.

	"You'll need this," said Quince waving a key. Jeff turned around
and lunged at Quince, but she was grabbed by Bill in an iron grip. Quince
took the syringe from Bill. As Jeff fought to escape, Quince took one of
her arms and carefully injected the contents of the syringe into her.

	Quince and Bill stood back. Jeff was sick with horror. What were
they going to change her into now? Several seconds passed and Jeff began
to feel very odd, as if she was somehow disconnected from what was
happening. It hadn't been another dose of whatever had changed her. They
had drugged her! Her vision was blurred as if there was some thin cloth
in front of her eyes. Jeff tried to fight the intoxicating effects of the
drug and turned again towards the door.

	Just then, her long, shapely legs buckled. Bill managed to catch
Jeff in time, and half-carried, half-walked her back to the bed. Bill sat
down on the bed and propped Jeff against his chest. Jeff could feel
Bill's arm around her waist keeping her upright.

	Quince squatted down and looked into Jeff's glazed eyes. He
waited a few more seconds for the drug to take full effect. The drug put
its users into an almost semi-conscious state. In that condition they were
far more open to suggestion, and easier to question. "Jeff," he said
quietly. "Listen to my voice. You are calm, relaxed. Everything is going
to be okay."

	"Okay," mumbled Jeff.

	"You feel warm and safe. Bill will look after you, you trust
him." Quince saw a small smile on Jeff's face.

	Quince nodded to Bill. He took his cue and started to gently
stroke Jeff's arm with his free hand. He felt a little odd cuddling
someone who had been a brawny male until just a few hours before, but
Jeff was a very attractive woman now. Jeff reacted to the caresses. Her
nipples, already prominent under the T-shirt, grew erect.

	"Tell me who you worked with at the police department."

	Jeff's brow creased with a frown. "I can't."

	Quince was quiet but insistent, "You must. We are your friends.
You must tell us so we can help your other friends." Bill moved his hand
up to one of Jeff's aroused breasts and lightly brushed the nipple. Bill
wasn't usually very interested in any form of foreplay, but Quince had
been very insistent about what he must do.

	Jeff squirmed in Bill's embrace. The girl was getting very turned
on. Quince watched with interest, "Help us. Or we can't help you." He
told Jeff. Bill recognised his cue and removed his hand.

	Jeff shook her head again, but it was obvious she was weakening.
Quince knew the inbuilt desires of Jeff's body, combined with the near-
hypnotic power of the drug, were battering down her resistance. He nodded
to Bill again.

	Bill's arm was wrapped around Jeff's torso, and his hand was
thrusting inside her T-shirt, gripping the sensuous globe of Jeff's left
breast. With his other hand, Bill loosened the belt of Jeff's pants and
reached inside.

	Jeff gave a long erotic moan as Bill's hand touched her pussy.
Bill started to massage the excited clitoris, and Jeff instinctively
spread her legs. Quince gave a signal to Bill and he reluctantly stopped
masturbating Jeff. Bill had all but forgotten Jeff's previous manhood,
and just wanted to fill her tight cunt with his long, thick cock.

	"Help us," Quince said again. "Tell us what you know and Bill
will be able to make you feel good again." He watched the internal battle
going on in Jeff as the last vestiges of resistance were washed away.

	Slowly and in a soft, dreamy voice Jeff told Quince what he
wanted to know. Only eight officers in total knew about the operation,
and that included the precinct captain.

	When Jeff had finished, Quince said, "Well done. You've been very
helpful. Now do you want to be left alone?"

	"No," protested Jeff. "I want Bill to touch me."

	"Very well. Bill, she's all yours." Quince smiled as he packed up
his notes. It had been unfair to ask Jeff that question. The drugged cop
had been so primed by Quince's suggestions that she wouldn't be able to
think about anything but sex for quite a while. At least until the drug
wore off. As he was leaving he turned to see Bill pull Jeff's T-shirt
off, revealing a magnificent pair of breasts. Quince was almost as turned
on as Bill, but he knew better than to risk fucking the new woman. he
didn't particularly want to end up as Jeff's twin sister.

	Jeff felt Bill's hand cup and massage her breasts. She looked up
at the large black man leaning over her. Bill's face was familiar, but in
Jeff's befuddled state she couldn't work out why. Her nipples were
tingling in their aroused state and she gasped at their sensitivity. At
some level she knew that she had only become female very recently, but
she could only concentrate on what was happening to her at that moment.

	Jeff was lowered to the bed by Bill. She felt hands at her waist
as her pants and boxer shorts were pulled down her smooth legs. Then
Bill stood and quickly stripped his own clothes off. Jeff watched Bill's
cock spring erect into view.

	In the back of her mind she felt fear as part of Jeff tried to
resist the drug. But the rest of her drank in the view of Bill's member,
knowing it could fill the aching need in her. Bill climbed back onto the
bed and rolled on top of Jeff.

	The air whooshed out of Jeff as the heavy weight of the man
pressed down on her. But she was concentrating on the hot bar she could
feel on her stomach. Bill lifted his pelvis and guided his cock to the
opening of Jeff's pussy. Jeff felt a desperate need to be penetrated that
washed away the last few defences she had.

	Without warning, Bill thrust his hard length as far as possible
into Jeff's wet cunt. Jeff bucked under Bill. The feeling was so alien,
yet so good. She could feel every inch of Bill's member buried in her
pussy. Bill started to pound hard into her with little consideration for
Jeff's satisfaction, but Jeff was so turned on by the conditioning given
under the drug that she was already well on her way to orgasm.

	Bill grabbed Jeff's slender wrists and held them against the bed
as he drove his cock deep into the drugged woman's slick vagina. For
Jeff, the erotic sensations were growing beyond belief. Just when she
thought they wouldn't get any better, they did. She felt a pressure
building up in her, and suddenly waves of orgasmic pleasure rolled over
her body. She could hear her own voice giving a high pitched scream of
pure satisfaction.

	Instinctively she wrapped her legs around Bill's waist and pulled
him as deeply as she could into her. Jeff could feel Bill twitching
inside her as he reached his own orgasm and pumped his cum deep into her.

	They remained locked together as they slowly came down from their
climaxes. Bill was amazed by the response he had gotten from the former
male. He had never had a real girl respond in such an erotic manner.
Slowly, his erection softened and he withdrew from Jeff's pussy. He stood
up and started to put his clothes on. All in all it was a great shame
that Quince had told him to kill Jeff after the interrogation. The former
guard was a really good fuck.

CHAPTER 8

	Jeff could feel herself being jerked around as she returned to
consciousness. She opened her eyes and blearily looked around.

	She was strapped into a car being driven over some waste ground.
All around were factory buildings that seemed to have been in disuse for
some time. How did she get here?

	Jeff looked over at the driving seat and snapped fully awake.
Her old male body with Bill inside was there. Jeff gasped as she
remembered what he had done to her. No, what she had let him do to her.
She had spread her legs and virtually begged him to fuck her. She might
have been under the influence but that didn't really help her come to
terms with how her new femininity had been used.

	Bill pulled the car up to one of the buildings. He turned off the
engine and turned to look at Jeff. She flinched under his gaze. She was
so small and weak now that she would be totally unable to stop him from
doing anything he wanted to with her.

	"Quince told me to take you out and get rid of you. Your cop
buddies would just think you're another dead whore, if they ever found
you out here." His tone of voice was very matter of fact and Jeff had no
doubts he was being serious. "You make a good piece of ass, Jeff. The way
you enjoyed me pumping your cunt, I could sell you to any of a dozen
whore houses around here, but Quince might find out and he wouldn't be
happy with me." Bill started the car and pulled out of the disused
factory. "Of course, no one can tell Quince where you are if no one sees
you. I've always wanted my own personal whore."

	Jeff was praying for this nightmare to be over. A part of her was
even wishing Bill would kill her so she could escape her new self. In
less than a day she had lost her manhood and had sex with a man who had
stolen her body. She could feel her long hair around her shoulders. Her
generous breasts bounced and jiggled with every movement of the car.
Between her legs, her pussy still tingled from the fucking she had
received. Did her future hold nothing more than being this monster's sex
slave? "I-if you think I'm going to let you rape me again, think again."

	Bill laughed. "I didn't rape you. You wanted it, remember?"

	"That was the drug. If you try it again I'll make you regret it,"
Jeff said defiantly. Even if Bill locked her up, she would be able to
find some way to escape.

	"This body of yours suits me fine, even if it is black," he
replied. "So I doubt you could stop me, but you are right. Forcing you
won't be nearly as much fun as the cock-crazed slut that drug made you
into. So I brought a month's supply with me." Bill jerked a thumb to the
back of the car. 

	Jeff craned her head round to see a sports bag resting on the
back seat. Carefully, so as not to alert Bill, she tried to open the car
door. The door was jammed, and where the door lock should have been there
was just a space. She was trapped.

	By now the car was entering a run down residential area. Bill
parked by what appeared to be an almost derelict three-story building. He
opened his door, and then grabbed Jeff and the bag, and dragged them from
the car. Jeff started screaming for help and kicking ineffectual at
him. As Bill dragged her through the building Jeff saw people looking at
her through nearly closed doors and he knew none of them would come to
her aid.

	Bill stopped by one door and unlocked it, while holding Jeff at
arm's length. When the door was opened, he threw her bodily into the
apartment. Jeff struggled to get her breath back, but even as she climbed
to her feet she heard the door slam. Bill opened the bag and brought out
an already prepared syringe.

	Jeff turned and ran through the fair-sized apartment. All the
windows had metal grills on them, and despite her best efforts, she
couldn't open them. Bill advanced on her slowly. Suddenly, he pulled her
arm behind her and held her immobile as he carefully injected the drug
into her.

	Bill released Jeff, and she staggered away. She looked at his
smiling face in horror. He owned her now, and with that drug she would
become a willing slave.

	As the drug started to take hold, she heard his voice permeating
through the very core of her being. "Relax. You are safe here. This is
your home. I am Bill, your master. Your name is whore, you'll answer to
no other. You love me and will do anything I ask." Dreamily she noticed
she was sitting in an armchair, but could not remember how she got there.

	Bill carefully repeated the suggestions over and over while Jeff
was sprawled out in an armchair. Finally he asked Jeff, "What is your
name?"

	The woman's face split in a sexy grin. "My name is whore,
Master," she replied with relish. Bill grinned broadly. He was glad now
that he had listened to Quince's description of how the drug worked.
"Remove your clothes. As my pet, you won't need them."

	Jeff slowly undressed herself, revealing her beautiful curvy
body. Bill could feel his cock becoming erect again. "Show your Master
how much you love him. Suck my cock."

	Jeff slid off the chair and kneeled before Bill. At the back of
her mind she was aware of what was happening, but she was powerless,
totally unable to stop sucking Bill's cock. She was his slave and there
was no way out.

TO BE CONTINUED... 

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