"Wake up".
It was the metallic, poisonous stench that violated Frankie first. It engulfed her whole and brought tears to her blurred eyes. Through clouded sight she inspected her surroundings. The room was hauntingly sparce of sound, air, and light. It's prominent feature was an oddly shaped wooden box that stood ominously before her. A palate of murky browns and mossy greens lines the walls, adding a sense of moisture to the thick air.
Frankie rolled her necks sideways, the room tilting slightly as she did so. A heavy sense of sedation was still coating her as she struggled to make sense of the leather straps that held her arms away from her body. She tried to move her tonged blue fingers, panicking when she couldn't.
"Hmphn!"
Her numb mouth betrayed her; barely forming the words she was so desperately trying to scream. Inside, Frankie was writhing, body thrashing and throat screeching for help. But her body wouldn't allow it. She barely swayed in the straps, mouth uttering quiet pleas.
"Don't be scared, darling".
She froze. The unrecognised character stepping forward from the shadows and coming into view. He was an elderly man, white beard frazzled and peppered with left over food. He was breathing heavily with a slight wheeze of excitement as he came toward her with his palm open. He carassed her cheek, giving a little squeeze. She flinched back from his touch, eyes pleading and full of fear.
"I know, I know. You're scared, little one. But you shouldn't worry! You didn't belong in that life, anyway."
What seemed like just yesterday, Frankie had been head cheerleader with promising grades and a bright future. She hoped and prayed that when the police finally found her, it would be like it had always been. Frankie loved her comfortable life.
"Those pain meds must be as strong as promised. You haven't even noticed, have you?"
"Hmgnmh!"
"Look down, sweetheart."
Frankie felt her eyes drop, widening as they focused on the source of the metallic smell. Her lower half hung limply from her extended torso. The straps on her wrists were the only thing keeping her elevated. Small droplets of blood continued to drip into the puddle beneath her.
"Mmmmmnnn!" She howled, chest rising and falling as the pressure in her head worsened.
Her legs were non-existent the knee onward. Her best features, her tools for cheerleading, her whole life was missing. Two poorly made crimsoned stained bandages covered the stumps. The man chuckled beneath his breath, tracing a hand admiringly over the wooden box in the centre of the room.
"I suppose it's only fair I answer some of the questions you must have. You've been here for a little over a week now. I've been keeping you heavily sedated. I've been watching you for a while now. You're beautiful, daring. I needed something beautiful for my project and you seemed the perfect fit. You were outgoing and bright. But easily influenced. I could sense that from just admiring you".
He advanced toward her again. This time, he worked on the leather straps suffocating her wrists. Unshackling the locks and sliding her limp arm free from the clasp. His hot breath tickled her neck as he filled her head with the horror story she was living. It made her stomach crawl like it was filled with maggots, her head itch and tongue stiffen.
"I needed someone easily led, you see. What I'm attempting is a rather big project. But I wanted someone bright and happy because it's so much more entertaining watching you break".
Frankie's body collapsed forward into her captors arms as be tore away the second strap. She was unbelievably weak, feeling as though the blood had been drained from her body. She tried desperately to make any form of noise, any signal for help, as she roughly dragged her heavy body across the room. The pool of blood speared after her lie a murder trail; her lifeless thigh scraping along the ground after her.
"I'm sorry about your legs, sweetheart but you won't be needing them anymore, anyway and I couldn't quite fit you in the box".
Her heart froze as he dropped her weight against the ground. He slid open a section of the box and the inside seemed terrifying. Metal plates lined the box, fit with small mechanical arms behind them.
"Plhhh!" She begged, trying to roll her body further away. He slid open the front section before sighing peacefully.
"I've been waiting for this moment for so long! It took me a long time to create this masterpiece".
He grabbed her arm and forcibly yanked her into the box. She howled brokenly as the pain from her wounded legs arose as they were stuffed into the box behind her. The man jumped to the front, pulling her hair roughly through the open slot of the top of the box so her head was sticking out, slightly tilted up in an uncomfortable position. Her body was contorted inside the box.
"Lets get you into your new position, shall we?"
She could feel her torso being twisted slightly as her arms were straightened. Her numb fingers were forced into tight coves at the front, curved so her fingers lay atop of one another. He finally managed to get her into a position he was happy with. Frankie looked as if she were doing the cobra position in yoga, but her legs stopped abruptly after her thigh. The pressure of the position pressed against her injuries as she whined and heaved. The stomach was stretched long and tight as she struggled to breath slightly.
"Now you're in the right position, the metal plates inside can do their jobs!"
She felt the plates inside whirl and shift, pressing into her limbs and crushing her into the box. Her muscles and bones were pushed and ached as they were frozen in their new positions.
"Finally, the transformation process can begin. Your transformation will take four weeks. Each week will provail with a different element of transformation. I'll break it down for you, darling. Week one is conditioning In this box is where you'll remain for the next month. You will not move to eat, sleep, shit, piss, anything! Your body is being subject to such pressure that it'll remind and adapt to the new position I've placed you in. Your body will be unable to move out of this position, bringing great pain if you were to try".
Frankie felt tears slide along her cheeks as her twisted fate was laid out for her. She could only hope, only pray, someone was coming.
"Whilst this occurs, I've prepared a conditioning hypnosis track that'll play all day and all night through the surround sound speakers disguised in here, okay? This will give you the suggestions needed to help you transform."
He took an ominous step forward, once again cupping her face and gazing at her with a dark sense of longing and power.
"You will be completely at my will. You will cherish me, thank me for saving you and helping you realise your true form. You'll be receiving a new hypnosis track each week that'll manipulate a part of you, making said part like putty in my hands. Open to my suggestion and reshaping. You'll be aware of these changes until the final week".
He moved back, walking toward the wall and pushing a tape into the player connected the the speakers.
"Week two is food conditioning. You won't have to worry about keeping your lovely shapes anymore, darling. You'll be consuming whatever slop I give to you. Whether it be raw fish, dog food, or pig shit. Do you understand?"
He slapped her harshly across the face when she failed to reply.
"I said do you understand, bitch?"
She gurgled a frantic yes.
"Week this is your body modifications. This will be a surgical procedure but I'll heavily sedate you before and the hypnosis will be deeply set at this point, so you'll be mostly looking forward to it. You can say goodbye to those beautiful chestnut locks of hair and those tart lips. Your perky tits won't be so beautiful when I free you from this box. Can you feel the plates forcing themselves against your tits? Can you feel them pushing them down, almost bursting them to get them as flat as they can. They're going to be so gorgeous after! I can't wait. So thin and flat, like deflated balloons hanging down! Oh how wonderful. Can't you imagine it? Those perky little cups swinging when you shuffled, slapping against your body."
He hitched a breath, his pants filling out as he tried to control himself.
"You're going to be a fucking mess when I'm finished with you".
"Week four is the finalisation of the process. Your new body will be given to you and you will feel yourself slipping away, fading into your new life against your will. But I must leave you now, sweetheart. I'll be visiting you once a day to see how my favourite little pet is coming along".
Without another word, he stalked towards the door and shot one last admiring glance at her before pressing the play button. The door slammed and locked behind him and Frankie was left trapped into the box, the cold metal inside pressing hard against her. It was then the soothing sound came from the speakers and Frankie did her best not to listen.
"I want you to listen to my voice and just relax".
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Thanks for reading! This story will have four more parts , detailing the transformation. I hope you enjoyed!