Corporate Takeover (Patreon)

This story is a commission from my favorite married couple. They're both into some very kinky stuff, but they love dark, unfair situations and this story is no different. There's going to be surgery, male to female, tooth removal and tons of other dark stuff. Do NOT read this if you aren't a fan of Long rifle! With that said, I hope you enjoy!




-Corporate Takeover


The sound of the doorbell ringing brought the quiet house to life. Jack walked past his wife's office to the front door, curious to see who was at their door at such an early hour. He peered through the peephole to see who was at his door and was intrigued by the sight of a delivery man, but he couldn't see exactly what the man was holding.


Jack knew it was probably a package filled with more corporate documents for his wife to mull over and sign, but he couldn't help but get his hopes up that it was the delivery he had been waiting for all week long.


"I got a package for Jack-"


"That's me." Jack replied quickly, excited to see that it was indeed his parcel.


"Sign here." The man stated, handing Jack a clipboard which he quickly signed. "Thanks, you have a good day!"


"You too!" Jack said as he took the box from the man and turned around with it in tow, closing the door behind him with his foot. 


Once in the living room, he sat the large, but light box down onto the floor and called out for his wife to join him. "Hey, Kimi! It finally came!"


"That's nice to hear you came, but what's in the box?" Kimi waltzed into the room, holding a mug of hot tea.


"That's funny, but our order of diapers finally came! The ones I was telling you about! "


Unlike other married couples, Jack and Kimi not only shared a deep love for each other, but they also shared a rather unique kink for diapers and ageplay which only served to bring them closer together. They both stared at the box for a moment until Kimi handed Jack a letter opener which he looked at.


"How did you know?" 


"Because if it was more documents from my work, you wouldn't have been this excited and called out to me like a kid at Christmas." Kimi explained with a grin.


"That's a good point." Jack replied with a chuckle and took the letter opener from his wife.


With a few strategic swipes, he dissected the top of the box and peeled open the cardboard flaps, exposing the treasure which awaited both of them within.


Normally, he'd only order a ten pack to see if a new diaper was worth stocking up on, but this brand looked different than all the others. It seemed to be revolutionary, like when ABU had produced the first diaper capable of handing five thousand milliliters, but there was so much more to the product than capacity and design. Whoever had done the photoshoot for this particular diaper had gone the extra length to photograph the model in an incredibly accurate recreation of a nursery. Jack recalled seeing a giant crib and a bunch of baby toys all sized up for the woman who had been picked to model the diapers. This level of detail screamed out to Jack when he was viewing the company's product page. If they had gone to such lengths to make the woman look like an actual baby, in an actual nursery, then maybe the diaper would feel just as babyish as the woman had looked. 


"Why did you order so many?" Kimi asked before taking a sip from her mug.


"Because, only a princess like you deserves the best." Jack smiled up at his wife.


"True." Kimi nodded and looked past her husband at an odd object sitting on top of the diapers. "What's that?"


Sitting on top of the pre wrapped packages of diapers was something a bit different; a small bundle of papers.


"Looks like a few pages of instructions came with the diapers." Jack said with a smile.


"That's pretty funny. Like we don't know how to use diapers." Kimi chuckled.


Jack nodded and quickly glanced over the first page before replying. 


"Actually, it looks like some sort of agreement that we can sign."


"What? Like a physical Terms of Service agreement?" Kimi cocked an eyebrow. 


"Kind of, but the way it's written...It sounds more like a document that you sign to enter into a contest or something. It promises an experience like no other; A 'blissful adult baby experience' unmatched by other companies."


"That sounds silly, but let's sign it!" Kimi stated, a grin on her face.


After they both signed the document, a very bizarre thing occurred; the paper started glowing while simultaneously emitting a sonic pulse. The high pitched chirp brought both Kimi and Jack to their knees as they quickly covered their ears, shielding their ear drums from the agonizing frequency.


Things only grew more painful as a bright light pierced into the living room, engulfing both himself and his wife. As time slowed, Jack felt like the energy was being ripped from his very being as every molecule in his body screamed out in torment. His head was pulsing with excruciating pain while his heart steadily started beating faster and faster until he couldn't even differentiate when it wasn't beating. Needless to say, it was beating faster than it ever had before. While his brain struggled to handle the sonic sound bombarding his brainwaves and his heart racing faster than a formula one race car, his kidneys were positively burning as every fiber of the organ was radiating an extreme heat. 


With his last conscious thought, he gazed over at the love of his life and saw her staring back at him as they both struggled to endure the excruciating pain. 


Kimi toppled over, her body being taken by the near blinding light.

 
The sight of his beloved vanishing before his very eyes sapped his soul of the strength needed to fight the cosmic bombardment of his physical form. With what few thoughts were allowed to him, he realized that he had nothing left to fight for and allowed his body to succumb to the pain. Everything went black as he was absorbed by the beam of light. 


--In The Ether Of The Unknown--


What felt like seconds later, Jack had awoken to the same pain in his head and torso he had been experiencing before, but now the loud ringing noise that had brought him and his wife to their knees had subsided, granting him a modicum of peace despite the waning pain that was still ever present in his body. 


'Where am I?'


The question was a valid one. He couldn't see anything in front of his face and from what little sensory information his body gave him, it seemed as though he was submerged in a very viscous fluid. He tried to move his arms, kick his legs, but the fluid that surrounded him made it nearly impossible to move his limbs. From how it embraced his body, Jack could only compare it to floating in maple syrup since it prevented him from doing any movements quicker than a snail's pace.


An oddly out of place mechanical 'thumping' sound started up. The steady 'heartbeat' of the machinery was agitating the fluid, helping it move all around him. Despite his lingering headache, Jack could only assume that the fluid was some kind of alien salve which had been used to repair his body. 


Obviously, he had been abducted by aliens, right? What else explained that beam of light and his wife disappearing before his very eyes?


"Kimi!" Jack screamed out into the thick flowing fluid.


That was a mistake. The moment he opened his mouth, the viscous sludge filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow it or suffocate! Jack knew better than to inhale the alien substance, but instinct overpowered his rational thoughts, compelling him to 'breath' in the fluid. As his body gave in and drank the fluid, Jack couldn't help but notice that it didn’t really taste like anything. It was probably what drinking silicone was like, Jack thought as the thick goop filled his throat and penetrated his lungs.


'Great. I'm going to die in some alien's warped and perverse version of a Lava Lamp.'


However, death never came. Neither did suffocation.


Jack was left to wonder just what the hell was happening to him. Was his body being preserved for study? Was he going to be a cosmic cadaver, not unlike the ancient Egyptian mummies? Or was his original theory correct? Was this weird slime repairing his body? His mind was plagued by so many questions that couldn't be answered at that moment.


Speaking of questions, on the other side of the glass orb Jack was contained in stood two giant humanoid women who were discussing him like he was an object.


"So, you want twins?" Came the simple yet life altering question from a youthful looking professional.


"Yes, I have no desire to adopt a useless little boy." The other woman answered before adding. "I should only get one, but studies have shown that a mother of two is seen in a more sympathetic light."


The blond woman wearing a lab coat looked up from her clipboard and gave the expectant mother an odd look.


"I was wondering why the Mistress of Misery was down here in my lab, looking at the first successful pair of Little transfers in Deutschian history." Rebecca thought out loud. " You absolutely detest babies. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you must be looking to humanize yourself in front of the media after that horrible fracking disaster that wiped out the indigenous Little population of Mumbo Wambo, huh?" The medical technician asked without thinking.


The neutral expression on the other woman's face turned cold as she stared at the young head of Technical Innovations. 


"Rebecca, how quickly you forget your place. If I had no use for your talents, you'd be shrunk and stuffed into that empty glass womb to join these two unlucky brats." The 'Madam of Misery' stated in a cold tone.


"I apologize for speaking out of turn, Madam President." Rebecca replied with a visibly cowered stance.


"That's better. Never again will those terrible tabloids call me that name once I unveil this glorious breakthrough that you have helped Schwarzer Stein achieve!"


Rebecca nodded as she slightly brought up her clipboard to hide the bottom of her face from this crazy woman standing next to her.


She was a very smart, young woman, but at that moment, she wished she had better skills when it came to social interactions. She always said things too blunty. Always spoke her mind and never hid her comments behind a veil of faux niceties. In a lot of ways, the two women were a lot alike, but unlike her boss, she couldn't speak so freely. Thankfully, she rarely had to see this intimidating woman who ran half of the country's economy from the confines of her luxurious penthouse suite at the top of the tower.


"So." Rebecca did her best to speak up, trying to get things back on track. "You don't want a boy. How about twins?"


"Yes!" The CEO replied, a smile forming on her face. "Twins are rather cute. The media loves them and it'll be good for publicity."


"Right." Rebecca replied, gazing at the now smiling brunette. 


Her boss turned away from her and stared at the large artificial glass womb. She appeared to be around her late forties, maybe even 50 years old, but no one knew her true age thanks to the secrecy the Corporate leader cloaked herself in. Despite trying to hide all aspects of her personal life, the woman exuded an aura of vanity and flash due to her odd choice of fashion. 


Her hair definitely looked like it was from a long past decade that celebrated big hair with its volume rich lift in the front and high on the sides appearance. The only thing that kept her hair from looking like a caricature of Peggy Bundy was the fact that she kept it combed back while two loose strands formed faux horns by her temples.  Her eyes were hidden away by gaudy, magenta framed sunglasses with green tint that rested on her high cheekbones. Equally tacky gold earrings hung from her ears while a necklace made of Lapis Lazuli hung around her turtleneck covered neck. Her suit was a rather bold shade of purple that stood out from the white gloves she wore. If Rebecca had to guess, her boss was either a germaphobe or trying to hide the wrinkles that were beginning to form on her hands with those gloves. The latter seemed more likely since the woman obviously had a face lift in the past.


"Is there any possible way to slow down their metabolism? I don't want to have to feed them often." The Mistress of Misery spoke up, breaking Rebecca away from her internal musings.


"You don't plan on breastfeeding them?"


The older woman turned away from the large glass orb to face Rebecca. "Don't make me laugh, I'll be having my assistant do that nonsense." 


"Then, for the sake of Malene, I suppose we should remove their teeth?"


"I suppose we could." The CEO mused.


"You don't want them biting you during photo ops, right?…"


"I'd rip their legs off if they did!" The older woman declared loudly before lowering her voice. "Speaking of which, can we remove their ability to walk? Last thing I need is the little shits running away and giving the news something to slander me with."


"But of course, Madam President. I'll remove their teeth and surgically limit their walking."


"Very good." The older woman replied with thin lipped smile.


"Anything else?" 


"No, that should be fine. How long will it take?" 


"I can have the autonomous surgeon do everything in vitro." Rebecca stated as she made her way over to a control panel.


"In what?" 


"Basically, what i'm saying means 'in the womb' treatment."


"I knew that! I was just asking so that the Littles could understand what you're about to do to them!" The CEO and President of Schwarzer Stein said as she crossed her arms.


"Actually, the glass is soundproof and, while we can see into the womb, the liquid surrounding them is filled with billions of microscopic particles that inhibit a Littles' eyes, preventing them from seeing past the artificial amniotic fluid." Rebecca explained as she started typing commands into her workstation. 


"Well, that's no fun." The Mistress of Misery replied with a slight frown. "I wanted them to know exactly what's going to happen to them!"


"Madam President, I assure you that they're going to be completely aware of everything I tell the autonomous doctors to do to them."


"I suppose that's fine. Kind of takes all the fun out of it though." The older woman stated as she watched the robotic arms come to life within the oversized glass dome.


"You'll have plenty of time to tease them and tell them everything you plan to do to them once I prepare them for you." 


Rebecca promised as she swung a small joystick around on her control panel. A series of screens just above her keyboard showed her exactly what she was doing in real time. Each movement of her tiny knob directed two separate mechanical arms, in both artificial wombs, to the exact spot she needed them to go. Unlike most other surgical procedures, more personal operations, that required an Amazon doctor to perform the surgery, Rebecca was going to pioneer this remote surgery right here, right now, for the first time in Amazonian history!


Jack could feel the sludge parting in front of his face as some foreign object was gradually moving forward towards his face. He couldn't see what it was, but instinct told him to move away from it and move he did until he found himself with his back pressed up against the smooth glass wall of his murky prison. 


"ARRGHHH!"


Jack cried out in shock, letting more murky water into his lungs, as the unseen device invaded his mouth! His jaw was forced open as a rounded piece of machinery pushed up on the roof of his mouth while simultaneously, a hard surface pinned his tongue down. In the back of his mind, Jack had an odd mental image of some kind of snake forcing its way into his mouth to give him a strange tongue kiss. This bizarre image was shattered when he felt an intense pressure on one of his molars; the damn thing in his mouth was trying to pull his tooth out!


Jack tried to turn away, but that simply helped the foreign entity in his mouth pull his tooth out! At least the building pressure had stopped, but his relief was short lived as the small metal fingers inside the mouth of the machine moved down to the next tooth and began tugging on that one. Once more, the feeling of pressure and pain returned as the device in his mouth proceeded the rip out another tooth. 


As the unwanted dental procedure continued, Jack could feel something odd wrap itself around his chest. He couldn't exactly make out what it was, due to the murky fluid and the increasingly agonizing pain in his mouth, but it felt like someone, or something, was strapping a bra to his chest. 


"What's that thing supposed to do?" The older woman asked, curious about the shiny black bra like device that was being affixed to the boy's chest.


"That device is used for creating breasts in subjects with no breasts. It is revolutionary in that it'll create breast tissue by locally inflaming the tissue by repeated bombardment of the cells, causing rapid cellular growth."


"But won't that cause cancer?" The business mogul raised an eyebrow.


"No. As I said, it's revolutionary in that it'll create new, natural growth while not affecting the long term health of the subject." Rebecca explained, never looking up from the control panel. 


"But how is that possible?" 


"We as a species, have cured most forms of cancer, yes?" Rebecca asked.


"Yes, but we never released that information to the publ-" Suddenly, the Mistress of Misery stopped mid sentence and smiled. "I see what you did. Very clever."


"Thank you, Madam President." Rebecca beamed internally.


"So, how do you get rid of that little problem between his legs?"


"It's actually a bit too complicated to explain. I mean, I could totally explain it to you, but your babies will be ready for you before I can finish explaining the procedure."


"Fair enough. I do pay you for results, not to talk my ear off with technological babble."


And just like that, Rebecca felt that sharp sting of her bosses' bluntness that made her a terror of the office. Speaking of a sharp stinging sensation, Jack was feeling it all across his chest as the bra started to work on his toned biceps.


"AAGHHhh!"


"Now, here's the fun part." The lead scientist declared with a grin as she pressed a button.


From the bottom of the sphere a sperm like metal tendril swam its way up between Jack's legs and locked itself tightly around his manhood. The odd head of the tendril had practically swallowed his member and balls from view causing the man to kick and squirm while unseen from the giant's eyes, his cock was being manipulated and modified to form the perfect set of female genitalia to match his wife's vagina.


"Well, would you look at that." The older woman stated in sheer amazement as her future daughter's chest swelled up.
 

"AAAHHG!"


Despite swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the strange fluid, Jack had to scream from the sheer agony coming from his chest. The mysterious pain he felt afflicting his body was simply too much to bare. He could feel every pain filled prick to his penis as the thing between his legs worked on his manhood. Then the pain circulating throughout his chest, as the overheated particles danced across his muscles, would dominate his nervous system. It was unlike any other pain he had ever felt. It was almost like these creatures were trying to cook him alive! 


The various torture filled procedures he was undergoing served to mask each other's pain, if only briefly. The nerves in his chest would scream out from being overheated and burned only to be overridden by the pain emanating from his gums after another tooth had been ripped from his mouth. Then the nerve endings in his cock would flare up, twitching and contorting as if it were shrinking into his body. This seemingly endless cycle of pain went on until his last tooth had been pulled, leaving the agony of his throbbing mouth to be superseded by the feeling of his balls being drained away as if they were water balloons. He could feel them, the innards of his two testicles being pumped into the hose that hung between his legs. 


This realization that his manhood was literally being sucked away; vanishing... or maybe it was the pain caused by the large incision made across his taint, caused him to blackout. 


---


Jack opened his eyes, only to slam them shut immediately as his sensitive pupils were bombarded by a very bright light shining down on him. Once his eyes were shielded from the light, he feels an unfamiliar weight on his chest. It hurts to move even an inch, but despite the light, he has to see what's sitting on his upper body. This time, Jack slowly opened his eyes again, trying to let them gradually adjust to the light. The damn thing was just too bright and he had to close his eyes again. It reminded him of those lamps they use during dental procedures when his dentist would work on his-


His teeth!


Jack ran his tongue across his inflamed gums, finding nothing but puffy gums and small pockets and craters dotting his now toothless mouth. Somehow he already knew they were gone, but it was still very shocking to discover what these beasts had done to his mouth!


If they had literally ripped out every tooth he owned, then what did they do to his chest?! He had to know! Jack opened his eyes once more, determined to see what other changes had been done to him. The light was simply too bright for his eyes. That damn murky water must've really done a number on them! With what strength he had, Jack tried to turn on his side, to get away from the light, but he simply can't move. He could feel the harsh embrace of thick straps holding his arms and legs down to the table he was lying on. The table is ice cold beneath him, probably metal? 


'Where the hell am I?'


Jack could only wriggle his tired and pain addled body. This squirming caused every muscle to ache and cry out in pain. For some bizarre reason, he could feel the unknown weight resting on his chest move with his squirms. It felt like jello jiggling on his chest. 


No, whatever it was, it was now apart of him!


Straining both his neck and his eyes, he lifted up his head to get a better look at himself. Suddenly, two perky feminine areolas came into view. They were pointing towards the ceiling, hard as rocks from the chill of the room as they sat atop two decent sized breasts. This unexpected discovery startled him enough to recoil and utter a decidedly unmanly squeak of shock. He definitely didn't have these tits this morning! 


The full body spasm from discovering his new breasts made Jack aware of something else that didn’t feel right. Now, the penis doesn't exactly weigh a lot, but a man can always tell if it's resting against a table or….not. Jack realized that he didn't he feel the familiar weight of his balls resting on the table. Nor did he feel the familiar caress of his dick brushing up against his thigh. 


A beeping came from the monitoring system that he had been hooked up to, telling the room that his blood pressure was rapidly increasing from stress or shock.


"AHHHH!" Jack let erupt from his chest a most angered and feminine cry.


"Shut that brat up!" A harsh voice demanded.


"Calm down, little one. I've got something to take away the pain you're feeling." Another voice cooed to him in a soft tone.


Jack craned his head backwards to see where these voices were coming from until he saw the source of the shooting voice; a massive woman stood directly behind him holding a syringe. Panicked now, Jack summons every ounce of strength in his body to break loose from his bonds. Sadly, much like a child pretending to be the Incredible Hulk; nothing happened. 


"Aaagghhh!"


"This will only hurt for a minute." The stranger stated as she bent over his arm and injected him with the mysterious contents of the syringe. 


Instantaneously, his body felt bathed in a chemically induced warmth; everything felt great! Jack felt no pain. He didn't even care about his new tits or the fact that his cock and balls were probably history. No, he was simply content to lay there on the steel slab and watch this wonderful Goddess of kindness do her work.


"I want you to do something about those horrible cries!" That one harsh voice exclaimed. 


"Don't worry, Madam President. I will."


"Good. I don't care if you have to rip their vocal cords out. I am not going to listen to that all day long!"


"Leave it to me, I'll make sure that they cannot make a sound above a certain octave."


"You better."


Jack could barely focus on the conversation. He was simply too out of it to make sense of the words, but he did notice something that captured his eye. 


Across from where he lay, he could make out the slumbering form of his beloved wife, Kimi. She looked no different than this morning save for the fact that she too was laying on a table in the nude like he was. However, her cheeks did look a little puffy and she had a long bandage running down her leg like someone had cut her or something. This fact only mildly irritated him. The chemical cocktail he was absorbed in prevented him from becoming angry. At the very least, in his medically induced haze, Jack took comfort in the fact that Kimi was still with him. 


Between the warmth of the drugs and the fact that his wife was safe; relatively safe, Jack succumbed to his growing drowsiness. 




To Be Continued...