Hello everybody! I've been lurking on this site for years and thought I would give back. I plan to make this a very long series. It will focus almost exclusively on M2F swap with some mind changes. I plan to add some bimbo stuff and maybe pregnancy at the later stages. AR, AP, sex and much more should also make a appearance. I already have a good chunk written and will probably post the first few entries over the next few days. Without further ado here is the intro to 'Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza!
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Prologue
Anderson suddenly awoke. He squinted as an incredibly bright light assaulted his eyes. He blinked a few times as he slowly adjusted to the lights which had begun to flash and strobe. He was breathing quickly, as if he had awoken from a nightmare. Taking a few seconds to slow his breathing and collect himself, Anderson began to scan his immediate surroundings.
He was laying down so he reached out and felt the floor with his hands. it was black and hard with the smell and texture of rubber. The rubber floor, which Anderson was laying in the middle of, formed a circle approximately twenty feet wide. Suspended directly above Anderson's head was a white helmet that reminded him of a welder's helmet. It swayed slightly and hung from a tightly wound collection of multi colored wires. Anderson pushed himself to his feet, being sure not to hit his head on the hanging equipment. The lights around and above him continued to flash.
Anderson rubbed his eyes and looked past his immediate surroundings. Beyond the rubber circle was, what appeared to be, a wooden stage which stretched about fifty feet in both directions. He continued to look around and noticed the origin of the lights, mostly from above him. They moved in unison with one another, illuminating the dark corners of the room and casting harsh projections on him once in awhile.
Suddenly the lights stopped jumping around and the room lit up completely. The light was fairly dim, but Anderson could see red theater seats stretching to the back of the room. There must have been five hundred empty seats! The room was vast and ornately decorated with gold fixtures and accents. Besides the circle and the helmet, the stage was totally empty.
Anderson looked down at himself. He was the same ol' thirty five year old construction foreman he always was. He was sporting a black and blue skin tight outfit that showed his rippling muscles well. It had long sleeves and was particularly tight around his manly bulge which was quite obvious to anybody looking. He reached his calloused, gruff fingers to stroke his bushy, black beard. He scratched his bald head and adjusted his stylish black rimmed glasses. Anderson had no clue how he had gotten here, but it was time to leave.
He took a step towards the left side of the stage and heard the floor beneath him whirl to life. The black rubber moved in the opposite direction of the step and pulled Anderson back to the center before stopping. Anderson stepped to the right side of the stage, the rubber circle, again, whirled to life and pulled him back to the center. Anderson sprinted towards the left, but for every step he took, the circle pulled him that far back to the center. Anderson began to slow down, realizing he wasn't making any progress. His took a minute to catch his breath and come up with a new plan.
Anderson looked at the helmet which was dangling about a foot and a half below his 6"06 eye level. He grabbed the helmet and examined it. It was light but felt very durable. Inside there were multiple screens. It was clearly a virtual reality helmet of some sort. Anderson averted his attention from the helmet and looked at the wires. He considered attempting to climb them, but would they be able to hold his 240 lbs frame? He followed the wire line to the ceiling, if he could get high enough he could swing and jump outside the circle.
He mentally prepared himself and grabbed onto the wires. Anderson let out a pained shout as his hand contacted the wires. It felt like live electricity! He immediately released his grip and fell to his knees, continuing to yell in pain. Anderson's hand shook as he let out an angry grunt and started to leap towards the left side of the stage. He took huge leaps with his long legs. The treadmill moved quickly to compensate but it couldn't keep up as his contact with the floor between hops was very brief. He was making progress with each action. The edge of the circle inched closer and closer, soon he would be out of the circle! When Anderson was very close he took one last powerful hop - and connected face first with an invisible, hard object at the outskirts of the circle. Anderson fell to his knees as the treadmill quickly pulled him back to the center.
Anderson rubbed his tingling forehead. Was there some sort of wall or force field holding him in the circle? Anderson felt a nervous twitch in the pit of his stomach. He was trapped in the circle. He removed his glasses, the only thing he could get his hands on, and tried to throw them outside the circle. The glasses soared through the air, made it to the edge and stopped as if they had hit something. They fell straight down onto the edge of the treadmill. Anderson walked in their direction, letting the treadmill pull the glasses to him. He returned them to his face, thankful they hadn't been damaged. There was clearly some sort of invisible wall there.
Anderson took a deep breath trying to stop himself from panicking. There was a way out of this, he just had to think. Maybe the designers of this prison didn't put a lid on thinking the pain of the wires would deter anybody from climbing? Anderson grabbed at his clothes, planning to wrap his hands in the fabric lessening the pain of the electricity. Unfortunately, as Anderson tugged on his black and blue one piece jumpsuit he quickly realized it wouldn't budge. It was stuck on him like a second skin. At least it looked stylish? He couldn't even pull the sleeves over his hands to provide some sort of insulation, the clothes simply wouldn't budge.
Anderson spent the next long while trying different tactics to escape the circle. Every one ended in failure - and often a new sore body part as he tumbled, fell and face planted again and again. He looked around at the stage yelling, in his deep baritone, for help. After awhile, his voice started to become hoarse. He let out a sigh, there was really no option besides putting on the helmet and seeing what happened.
Anderson examined the white helmet again, being careful not to touch the wires poking out the top. It was stark white and very light. He knocked on it with a closed fist, it made a *clack* like plastic. The helmet was square on one side and contained a mesh material on the other. He could feel some sort of interior mask that likely encircled the wearer's eyes. There were also built-in...ear pieces? They felt like little nubs where the users ears would be. Anderson let out yet another heavy sigh, removed his glasses, placing them on the back of his neck, and began to don the helmet.
He pulled the mesh over the back of his head. He could feel it tighten slightly, holding his head tight. The ear-bud "nubs" moved around with a life of their own. Before Anderson could react they began to dig themselves into his ear! Anderson tried to pull at the helmet off but could not get it to budge. The mesh continued to tighten and the earbuds dug deeper into his ears. He could feel the nubs like little worms burrowing deeper and deeper. Around his eyes, two circles seemed to well...suction cup themselves onto his face? It felt like an air tight seal perfectly encircled each eye. Anderson continued to frantically try and rip at the helmet but to no avail. A cup of some kind slammed over Anderson's nose and mouth. He could feel a gas being pumped through the cup. Anderson tried desperately to hold his breath but it was a losing battle as his lungs eventually demanded he inhale the unknown gas. When nothing happened and Anderson was breathing normally, he figured at least the helmet wasn't trying to kill him. The helmet continued to re-arrange itself onto Anderson's head, tightening and occasionally loosening.
When the helmet seemed to finish its adjustments, Anderson began to feel a tingle in his scalp. He couldn't see what was happening but he KNEW that foreign electrical impulses were coursing through his brain. His thoughts were racing as something was embedding itself deep inside. It wasn't necessarily painful, but it certainly felt strange as Anderson could feel another entity in his mind. Suddenly in the blackness Anderson saw a light.
The image in front of him appeared too real. It was...well, Anderson. He could see himself but floating in a black abyss. Above his floating figure was his name: ANDERSON LARRY JOHANNSON. His image stared straight ahead with no emotion on his face. He had to admit, he was a pretty good looking dude. All horrible circumstances aside he was a beacon of masculinity. On the side of his floating figure a box appeared and started to list things about Anderson.
NAME: ANDERSON LARRY JOHANNSON
HEIGHT: 6"06
WEIGHT: 240 LBS
AGE: 35
HAIR: BALD
VOICE: DEEP AND BOOMING
FACIAL HAIR: BLACK, BUSHY FULL BEARD AND MUSTACHE
EYES: SMALL, BROWN WITH POOR EYESIGHT, INTENSE STARE, SHORT EYELASHES
FACIAL FEATURES: STRONG MANLY JAW, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, THICK NECK WITH PROMINENT ADAMS APPLE, THIN CRACKED LIPS, WIDE FOREHEAD
BUILD: HUGE MUSCLED ARMS AND LEGS, BROAD SHOULDERS, STRONG BACK, COVERED IN THICK BLACK HAIR, FLAT BUT MUSCULAR ASS, NARROW HIPS, SLIGHT BEERBELLY
CHEST: FLAT, MUSCLED PECS COVERED IN THICK BLACK HAIR, SMALL NIPPLES
EXTREMITIES: LARGE CALLOUSED HANDS, HAIRY THIRTEEN INCH FEET, SHORT DIRTY NAILS
GENITALS: THICK, HAIRY PENIS. TEN INCHES IN LENGTH WHEN ERECT, FOUR INCHES WHILE FLACCID. BULBOUS BALLS WITH LOW HANGING SACK
TATTOOS: NONE
PIERCINGS: NONE
OUTFIT: BLACK AND BLUE SKIN TIGHT SUIT. FULLY COVERED ARMS, LEGS AND TORSO. TIGHT IN THE CROTCH AREA SHOWING MANLY BULGE. BLACK ATHLETIC SHOES.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: ONLY CONSIDERS WOMEN SEXUALLY AND ROMANTICALLY ATTRACTIVE. STONGLY PREFERS TO BE DOMINENT IN SEXUAL INTERCOURE. PREFERS PARTNERS WITH LARGE BREASTS AND WIDE HIPS
EXPERTISE: CONSTRUCTION, HANDY MAN WORK, SPORTS TRIVIA, PLAYBOY MODEL CUP SIZES, MUSCLE CAR HISTORY
Suddenly appearing in the void next to the image of Anderson was a man wearing a lab coat. The man was short and rather portly. He had a goofy smile plastered across his face. His dark brown hair was combed over trying to cover an obvious bald spot. The man looked not at the image of Anderson but at Anderson himself. The man opened his mouth to speak and Anderson could hear him very clearly.
His voice was rather nasally as he said, "Hello Anderson. It's so nice to finally speak with you."