Transformations

Transformations: The Second Book of Adam, Ch. 3

By Wayne and Ann Triskelion

Comments Welcome

This is the final chapter of Adam II. The question on everyone's mind: What took so damned long? As usual: Life. We were literally in final edits when a lot of things happened at once. I won't go into most of them, but there were some medical issues (not ours) and some logistical issues involving second homes.

But the main issue was 60 pounds of rescue dog that came into our lives. We took in a dog that had been abandoned by his owner. He was a mess emotionally and he immediately latched onto yours truly requiring my constant attention. Since February, he stuck to me like glue.

Writing requires a ton of focus and I just cannot multi-task. Dog = distraction... a fun distraction but a distraction nevertheless.

After four months, he has finally begun to understand that I will not disappear if I go into the bathroom and, in fact, I will not abandon him at all.

Those of you who take in rescue dogs know the best feeling is when they finally realize you are their pack and they can relax.

Now that he is relaxed, I can finally get back to writing more than the short blurbs Ann needs for her graphic novels.

Wayne Triskelion

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Cathedral of Morpheus

Cathedral of Morpheus

Havana, Theocratic Republic of Cuba

Havana, Theocratic Republic of Cuba

Hecate paused outside Sister's door.

It had to be done.

She had to try.

She knocked.

"Come," Sister said from behind the simple door.

Hecate walked in to see Sister seated naked at her simple desk in front of the small bed.

She was staring out the window at the lights of Havana.

"Speak, Hecate."

Hecate took a breath. "Sister, a nuclear device is missing from our arsenal."

Her reply was immediate. "It isn't missing. It is in use."

"May I ask where...?"

"No. You may not."

"Sister, if you intend to use it to kill Adam? We spoke of this earlier, there will be repercussions. We will not survive..."

"Do you have faith, Hecate?"

Hecate paused. She licked her lips. "You know I do."

"Then have faith now."

"Are... are you saying Morpheus has instructed you to do this?"

Sister smiled. "I am Morpheus's voice in this cathedral. I am the very definition of his will."

"How can you know?" She knelt by Sister's chair. "Oh, Sister, please, I am begging you: call off Calista before it is too late! This cannot be the will of Morpheus."

Sister continued to stare straight ahead. "Questioning me is the same as blasphemy, Hecate. You do know the punishment for blasphemy is harsh and final?"

"I love Morpheus and I love you. But, I am afraid of this course of action."

"And, you love your Whore Caste slut, do you not?"

Hecate felt as if she had been slapped.

"I tolerate it, Hecate. You are important to me so I grant you the liberty of your whore. But, if you continue to question my judgement? I will have her lobotomized and send her out to work the cane fields with the other refuse. You are dismissed, general."

Hecate stood up, turned on her heel, and left the room, drawing the door shut behind her.

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David Pritchard Memorial Mission

David Pritchard Memorial Mission

Father Jimmy Patrick opened his eyes in the dark room. There was the smell of antiseptic and lights blinked as machinery he couldn't identify monitored his condition.

A hospital. He was in a hospital.

"There he is," a woman's voice said from somewhere nearby.

She leaned forward in her chair, appearing like a ghost from the gloom. Her face was pale but beautiful. A tattooed tear drifted down from the corner of one eye. Piercing violet eyes stared into his.

"Who... are you?" Jimmy whispered.

"Dr. Demona... you can think of me as Dr. Frankenstein, if you like. There are similarities, though my creations are more works of art than monsters."

Jimmy raised his arms. They felt swollen.

He blinked and stared at the muscles rippling through them.

"Wh... What? What have you done to me?"

She placed her small hand in his and slowly lowered his left arm back to the sheet. "Relax. Baby steps, Father Jimmy."

She put her hand on his forehead. "Yeah, I see what makes her all misty-eyed for you. A little like a lost puppy."

"What have you done to me?" He repeated.

"You were dying, and two people here were pretty adamant about not letting that happen. So, I went to work. I'll give you the fifty-cent tour. You're close to seven feet tall. You weigh about four-hundred pounds, and it is all beautifully sculpted muscle. You can run at close to thirty miles per hour. You can vertical leap fifteen feet. You can lift three, maybe four times your weight and bend iron bars into pretzels. You've got a one-track mind when it comes to protecting people and you will die, and I mean die, to protect the people you love - and, spoiler alert? You love practically everybody. And, I know you took a vow of celibacy but... that's going to be problematic for you now because you have the sex-drive of about a thousand rabbits." She stood up from her chair and stroked his face. "Oh, and finally? You're going to live forever."

"One of them," Jimmy whispered. "You made me one of them."

"That's right, Whoremaster. And, right now you're thinking about slinging my brains out against the nearest wall. I get that. But, before you do? Somebody really wants to see you."

Demona turned and nodded.

Prissy walked into the room.

"I'll leave you two alone," Demona said.

She walked away, pulling the sheet away from Jimmy's body as she left.

Demona paused by Prissy and touched her arm. "Talk to him. He needs you."

Prissy smiled.

Demona closed the door behind her as she left the room.

Jimmy was staring at Prissy. "You... we... can't..."

She shook her head and reached behind her neck.

The black latex minidress fell away, revealing her long, muscled body.

She walked toward him slowly, hips swaying.

He felt his cock rise, felt it stiffen harder than seemed possible.

She smiled as she reached him. She ran her hand down his length and he shivered.

Clear fluid poured from the tip of his cock and coated him with wetness as she stroked him.

She lowered her mouth, pursed her lips, and sucked him, the head far too large even for her.

He groaned and she squeezed the base of his cock hard.

"I'm unbound," she whispered. "No Whoremaster ever came inside me. They asked me if I wanted one to do that - it binds us, you see. It joins us forever. I didn't want it back then." She smiled and ran her tongue along his shaft. "But I want it now. Do you understand?"

"You want... us to be joined?"

"Bound. Forever. See I knew when we were in the car together. I could see it. You were my future and I'm yours. Don't be mad at Dr. Demona or Father Miller. Be mad at me if you like. I can't live in a world without you, Jimmy."

Jimmy believed in a loving God. And, he believed that a broken vow could be forgiven.

He reached out and pulled her onto the bed with him.

She laughed as he kissed her, crushing her against him.

Prissy never let go of his cock.

She guided him into her, smiling as he sank deeper and deeper inside of her.

Prissy cried out when he was all the way inside.

His cock was pressing against something deep inside her and her body convulsed on top of him.

He kissed her as he began thrusting, each thrust ending against whatever this place was deep within her.

Prissy moaned and cried into his mouth.

Then she sat up, grinding her hips in a circle.

His hands caressed her hips, the flat of her stomach, the magnificent breasts with their clamped nipples.

"Now," she whispered. "Please, now."

Jimmy felt the ejaculation coming on him, felt his muscles tighten, his balls pull tight. He came inside her and she laughed and threw herself down on top of him, kissing his face.

And Jimmy passed out.

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The Dream

The Dream

Running. They were all running. They were terrified and they were laughing and they were all running through the streets of a great city. He caught a whiff of cold sea breeze from behind them.

Ahead of the multitude was a white, triangular skyscraper. He recognized it, it was in San Francisco.

He was holding hands with people as he ran.

Prissy was holding his right hand.

He held the hand of a tall woman in white latex on his left -White Witch, he thought. And he loved her. He loved this woman he had never met and he loved Prissy and they all loved each other and they were terrified but they were laughing because everything, everything was going to be alright.

Great wings beat overhead and he saw a woman with short blonde hair and membranous wings fly over them. She pointed her hands ahead of them and flames erupted from her fingers.

Far ahead, the flames touched the ground and people in black latex nun's habits screamed and ran away toward the white building.

"Whoremasters and White Witches in the front!" An older man called out from the crowd. "The rest of Whore Caste and Professional Caste behind them. Humans in the back. Remember your training!"

Then they reached the street across from the white building.

There were men with guns on the other side - the Church Agents like the men who had helped torture him. With them were priests and nuns in black latex.

Behind them were the nuns and priests with black eyes like Calista.

Jimmy pulled Prissy behind him as the White Witch moved to stand beside him.

"If you know a good prayer, Jimmy? Now's the time," the White Witch said and squeezed his hand.

High above the white skyscraper, a naked man floated in mid-air.

Another man rose up to face him - the same man in the leather jacket who had spoken to him in front of his apartment just before Calista's men took him prisoner.

Jimmy thought for a moment and then he knew what to say. "Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand."

"Amen," Prissy whispered behind him.

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Jimmy jolted awake.

Prissy was passed out in his arms and he held her tight, the words of Paul to the Ephesians still echoing in his head.

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Stallion's

Stallion's

Outside Ithaca, New York

Outside Ithaca, New York

Everybody underestimates me, Brittney thought.Well, I'll show them!

She inched forward in the ventilation duct using her elbows to pull herself along. Another two-hundred yards and she should reach the vertical air shaft that led up five stories to the surface. From there, she would punch out the air vent in the surface level storeroom - she would only be seconds from the loading dock and freedom!

They never should have let her see the blueprints for the Stallion's facility when they had done the renovations seven years ago. Brittney didn't remember a lot from when she had been Britt Conners, super-attorney, but she remembered one thing: she had an eidetic memory.

All she had to do was close her eyes and she could visualize the blueprints, right down to the measurements of the ventilation duct.

Brittney had lulled her 'babysitters', Ray the Whoremaster and Rita the Bimbot, into a false sense of security by agreeing to the threesome in the fifth sub-basement level rec room - not that it hadn't been totes amazing! Rita had this vibrate-y, buzzy thing she could do with her fingers that sent Brittney right to the moon and Ray had that big old cock.

She had made an excuse of going to the restroom afterward.

Then she had scooted right into the air duct.

She had to get to Maria. She needed Brittney's help, whether she knew it or not. Being Maria's 'memento humani', Maria's reminder that she was still human at her core? That was Brittney's most important job.

Besides, if that bomb went off and Maria died? There wouldn't be any reason for Brittney to go on.

They were soulmates. If that happened? Brittney wanted to go with her.

Brittney dug into the smooth sides of the duct with her elbows and pushed.

Nothing happened.

She frowned.

She tried again.

Still stuck.

Brittney stopped.

This wasn't possible: her hips were stuck. It didn't make sense, her titties were still able to squeeze through and her hips and boobs were the same circumference so...

"Fuck," Brittney whispered.

Her titties were squishy.

Her tushy was as well but... there were big hip bones inside that booty.

"Major miscalculation." She pushed back with her elbows to try to back out.

No dice - her big old butt was stuck like a cork in a bottle.

Brittney sighed and rested her chin on the aluminum duct. "Help!" She yelled.

How embarrassing was this going to be?

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"How in the hell did you get this far?" Ray yelled from somewhere nearby.

"I don't know. I guess the ductwork narrowed," Brittney said miserably. "You can't trust a contractor to follow the blueprints. I'm going to leave a bad review when I get out of this."

Ray laughed. "What would have happened if you got stuck where we couldn't hear ya?"

"I wasn't thinking 'bout that."

"Yeah, you weren't thinking at all," Ray grumbled. "You could have been badly hurt."

"Stop it," Rita said from somewhere closer to Brittney's head. "She was trying to get to the person she loves. Don't be mean."

"Thank you, Rita."

"You're welcome. Keep talking so I know where your face is," Rita said.

"Huh?"

Four pink robot fingers tore through the bottom of the duct a few inches from her nose.

Four more fingers joined them and they began tearing through the duct like it was made of foil.

When the duct was torn open on all four sides, Rita bent it down so she could look in.

Her kind, pink plastic face smiled in at her. "Hi, beautiful."

"Hi. Sorry for all the trouble."

Rita reached in and caressed her cheek. "No apology necessary."

Brittney heard metal shrieking behind her as Ray tore the section of duct she was stuck in down from the ceiling.

They lowered the duct down till Brittney could see she was resting on a concrete storage room floor.

She wiggled around. "Still stuck."

Rita winked at her. "Yeah, well, get comfy."

"Huh? Why?"

Ray laughed somewhere behind her. "You're just going to try to get away again. This ought to hold you for a while."

"You wouldn't!" Brittney shrieked.

She heard something buzzing behind her. "What's that?"

Rita laughed. "You're in upstate New York's premier erotic toy emporium, what do you think it is?"

Brittney's eyes bulged. "Oh, that's no fair!"

The vibrator slid up between her thighs and directly into her pantiless pussy.

"FUCK!!!" Brittney squealed. She was angry but her body was quickly betraying her. She ground her hips against the duct trying to either dislodge the invader or coax it deeper.

"Thirsty?" Rita asked.

"Y... Yes!"

Rita pushed a small container toward her face: a juice box with the straw inserted. "You know how to suck, right?"

"Ha... mmmm... ha," Brittney said as she closed her full lips on the straw and sucked.

Apple juice, her favorite.

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A few levels below, Sugar paced in a conference room.

This was hell.

Adam was there in Manhattan and he was in danger. She didn't even have a way of letting him know about the bomb.

She couldn't go to New York City or Maria might suspect she was in a relationship with Adam.

And her best friend had taken this very moment to disappear on one of her frequent 'secret missions' - undoubtedly, she was doing something with the resistance, escorting someone immune to mind control to the safety of the Canadian wilderness.

She needed Demona with her, if for nothing else just so she would have a shoulder to cry on.

"Mistress Sugar, are you okay?" A voice said behind her.

She spun around to see Femme Helga stooping down in the conference room doorway.

"Fuck's sake, Helga! I'm going to hang a bell around your neck! How can somebody so big move so quietly?"

The giantess lowered her eyes. "My... apologies. I heard you crying."

Sugar sighed and shook her head. When had she become so mean? "No, no, Helga, I'm sorry. I'm just upset."

Helga looked up and nodded and that's when Sugar saw the tears in the woman's eyes. "I... so am I, Mistress."

Sugar closed her eyes. "Oh, Helga, of course you are. I am so sorry. You're bound to Maria, aren't you? You're worried about her."

"I'm worried about everyone there, Mistress."

Sugar held out her arms and Helga embraced her.

She felt lost in the giant's arms.

"How can they do it?" Helga sobbed. "How can the Church do this? It's monstrous."

Sugar ran her fingers through the great mane of golden hair. "I don't know, Helga. I can't understand anything they do."

"They've lost their way," Helga said. "Mistress Marapova is our hope now, if she sees the way in time."

Sugar frowned. "I'm sorry?"

Helga looked away. "Forgive me. I'm just... upset."

Sugar framed Helga's face with her hands. "There's nothing to forgive."

She kissed Helga. It wasn't planned and Sugar wouldn't have imagined it just a few seconds before.

But it felt natural, and when Helga kissed her back she moaned into the kiss and ran her fingers down the thick, muscled arms.

Helga smiled as she gently pulled away. "Is this permitted?"

Sugar stared into her eyes. "Permitted? Why wouldn't it be permitted?"

Her eyes were bashful and there was the slightest hint of blush in Helga's cheeks. "You are Mistress Sugar Tits. You are theadored."

"Adored? Helga, what are you talking about? Maria calls me theadored?" Sugar laughed. "I'm Whore Caste, same as you. Wearelove." Sugar smiled. "I didn't see you before, I didn't think of you as Whore Caste, but you are. Forgive me?"

She honesty thought Helga would burst into tears. Where did this ridiculously high opinion of Sugar come from?

Helga picked her up and kissed her again carrying her to the conference table and laying her down on it, pushing Sugar's tight white latex skirt up her hips.

"Oh!" Sugar laughed. She was used to this kind of handling from a Whoremaster but not from another woman.

Helga's lips brushed Sugar's sex and the giantess lapped gently at Sugar's clit.

Sugar reached down and stroked Helga's golden braids as her tongue manipulated Sugar toward orgasm within seconds. "Slow down, sweetheart. We have all the time we want."

She looked down to see tears flowing from Helga's big eyes. "Helga, what's wrong?"

The woman smiled up from between her eyes. "Mmm, nothing! Absolutely nothing, Mistress!" She dove on Sugar's sex once again.

Sugar threw her head back on the conference table and moaned. This woman was an enigma - was she in love with Sugar? What would make her burst into tears just from going down on her?

Sugar bit her lower lip. These were questions for later.

For now, there was only the sweet feel of the tongue on her clit and the thick finger sliding inside her pussy to probe at her g-spot.

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Helen's Apartment

Helen's Apartment

"She's amazing!" Helen said as she lay naked in Adam's arms.

"Hmm?" Adam asked. They were lying in bed after an especially spirited sex session. Helen had wanted more oral than usual and Adam was happy to oblige.

"Dr. Demona... she's just... You know, I've met surgeons who were geniuses before. I've met more than a few who thought they were God... but I've never known one who could back it up."

Adam laughed. "You have a girl crush?"

Helen giggled and rolled over to face him on the bed. "She just came in and took charge. And the moment she opened her mouth? I knew she would save Father Jimmy. A minute earlier, I had lost all hope. Then she just roars in like a tornado, Adam." There was a hint of mania in Helen's eyes. "You know those devices in her bag? That science fiction scanner thing? She designed almost all of them, Adam. Do you know she says she only sleeps one hour per night?"