Bab Rats: Chapter 4
GULP!
Throwing back the mysterious, blue liquid, Sam coughed as the repulsive, syrupy substance coated his mouth on its way down his gullet. If only the taste had been the serum’s most concerning feature as an ominous feeling overtook his stomach. He regretted forgetting to ask what the serum did before drinking it. Unfortunately, unless he wanted to force himself to vomit, there was no going back.
“First impression?” asked Dr. Madrigal clinically as she furiously took notes on her clipboard. Disturbingly, her eyes remained locked on Sam’s position even though her hand never stopped moving. She didn’t even blink.
Sam could tell from Dr. Madrigal’s voice alone that she was all business right now. That in combination with trembling warmth churning inside his tummy had his nerves skyrocketing. It wasn’t exactly painful but it was certainly too weird for comfort. “I don’t feel good,” he said, clutching his belly as he stared at his dull reflection in the viewing glass intently, “W-What did you-”
“I’m sorry but we’re going to need you to be more specific about your symptoms,” said Dr. Madrigal, cutting off Sam mid-question, “Based on your posture, I would hazard a guess that your stomach is the primary area of discomfort. If you have other pertinent issues, now would be an appropriate time to speak up.”
A cold sweat formed throughout Sam’s entire body, drenching him from head to toe. His knees buckled as the strange feeling in his midsection began to spread outward, encompassing his pelvis and chest. “M-My chest…feels t-tight!” he shouted, his voice registering a higher pitch than usual. He coughed, believing he needed to clear his throat.
JIGGLE!
At the tail end of his cough, Sam suddenly felt a bizarre weight dragging his chest. Lost in a hazy state of mind, he placed a hand on his left breast, discovering it was no longer the flat and sturdy pectoral muscle he had spent years in the gym earning. Instead, his fingers sank into the mound of soft flesh as if a warm jelly-filled water balloon had embedded itself under his skin. Looking down at himself, he batted his eyes in disbelief and raised a hand to his other breast at what he found, “WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?!”
Trying not to giggle at Sam’s voice crack, Dr. Madrigal knew there was no point in hiding it from Sam now that the results of his test were starting to show. “Have you no idea how many people would pay top dollar to experience diaper sex from the opposite perspective? You should feel honored to be the first human trial for CrissBaby’s new GenderBend Formula,” she stated proudly, hoping that Sam would feel emboldened by his pioneer status.
Unsurprisingly, Sam was feeling less-than-grateful for his transformation as his lower spine rotated back and his hips flared outward. “Gah! How much longer?!” he shrieked in a shrill, feminine voice, causing him to plant a hand against his swollen lips and puffy cheeks, unaware of his shifting facial structure and shrinking features. Staring up at his reflection once more, he studied his altered form and watched with bated breath as his body began to reduce in both height and width while his once short hair stretched downward until it reached the small of his back. Slowly but surely, broad shoulders, wide rib cage, and status as a six-foot-tall man were wiped away and replaced by a short, petite frame. Had he been standing adjacent to the changing table, he would’ve seen himself drop to eye level with the piece of ABDL furniture.
Meanwhile, Dr. Madrigal and the members of the viewing room were not the only ones being treated to Sam’s instantaneous gender transition. Straddling a diaper-cupping vibrator from the comfort of her crib, Hanna couldn’t help but use Sam’s ongoing feminization to channel her unending horniness. She’d never been one to seek out gender-bender porn in the past but something about Sam’s frightened, lamblike reaction to his transformation had her wet with desire.
Sam’s final change would take place away from prying eyes. A sharp pain struck his lower core, finally sending him to his knees in a pool of his own oversized clothing. “NO! NOT THAT!” he shouted with his light, high-pitched voice as an intensely pressurized pleasure took hold of his cock. To his dismay, the arousal was so powerful that he was barely able to hold himself back from reaching into his diaper to masturbate. Arching his back as his boobs doubled in size, he let out a passionate moan and proceeded to dump every ounce of semen housed within his body into his fluffy diaper. As he climaxed, his penis receded with each squirt until it was slurped away into his body, forming a pair of perfectly plump pussy lips and allowing the weirdness in his tummy to finally subside. He didn’t even need to press a hand to his diaper front to check. He knew it was gone.
“While I can only speak from the visual perspective, I believe R201 was a rousing success,” said Dr. Madrigal, her eyes studying every available inch of Sam’s prone body. She needed to see everything, “When you’re ready, please stand and strip down. We’ll need to do a full assessment before we-”
“C-Change me back!” said Sam, refusing to wait for Dr. Madrigal to finish her instructions. Like hell, he was going to let a team of strangers gawk at his body, regardless if the body he now inhabited was actually his. Moreover, while his body and, subsequently, his life were now CrissBaby property, the rules of his contract were clear, “I-I did NOT approve any kind of body alterations on my fetish form…especially A FULL ON SEX CHANGE! Change me back NOW!”
An extended silence hung over both the nursery and viewing room following Sam’s justified outburst. That silence continued as a hazmat suddenly entered the room and approached Sam with a small stack of papers in his hands. It was only then that Dr. Madrigal’s voice returned, “You are correct, Sam. We are beholden to the contract you signed. Turn to page 38 for me, please.”
Raising a shaky hand to his length contract, an eerie feeling began to rise within Sam. He already knew what he’d checked off on his documents and he was certain that a change of gender was not among them. However, as he flipped to page 38, his face turned pale as he spotted the source of his feminal misery. Lo and behold, there was a checkmark overlapping the box above “TG Transformation” that just managed to catch the corner of the box below it. “N-No…that’s not…you can’t-”
“You’ll find that we can and will unless you’d like to do something as silly as challenge the CrissBaby legal team,” said Dr. Madrigal, locking away any sympathy for Sam behind a professional demeanor. That being said, she did feel the guilt of Sam’s predicament hanging over her head, “I promise, you’ll receive the antiserum as soon as we are done here. And as a courtesy, we will update your profile and remove TG Transformation from your approved fetish list. In the meantime, let’s not waste this opportunity and assess the changes to your body.”
Shaking his head, Sam was in no mood to be a good employee for CrissBaby after such a blatant mistake. Spotting the vial labeled R202 on the nearby trey, he quickly snatched the second serum and downed it before anyone could stop him.
Sighing in the microphone, Dr. Madrigal couldn’t hide her disappointment. “Okay then…I guess we can skip the assessment this one time. Though, don’t expect this kind of leeway in the future,” she said sternly, sounding a tad flustered for the first time since meeting Sam and Hanna.
However, as Sam stood by and waited for the same feeling to build up in his stomach, he immediately became distraught as not even so much as a tingle arose from his taut, slender belly. “Why isn’t it working?!” he yelled, feeling around his body to check for any signs of transformation. To his dismay, his new, female body rejected any further changes.
Once again, silence filled the air, leaving Sam to watch as the half-dozen people inside the viewing room scrambled through a myriad of files and paperwork for an explanation. After an anxiety-inducing four minutes, a male voice that he didn’t recognize came over the speaker, “Hi Sam, this is Mark. I’m the head of research and development here at CrissBaby. I apologize but it appears the antiserum still needs a bit of work. Fear not! My team is hard at work as we speak. We’ll have you back to normal in no time.”
“B-Back to normal in no time?” repeated a very dumbfounded Sam. Words that, while attempting to be comforting, left him trapped in a female body for the foreseeable future. Everything from the extra tightness of the diaper around his expanded posterior to the increased skin sensitivity sprawling across his entire body felt wrong. Needless to say, however long “no time” actually meant would not be soon enough.
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SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
Accompanied by the purring of a small motor, Hanna sat idly inside the cozy walls of a playpen with her legs crossed as a breast pump suckled her swollen rack noisily. Three days had passed since Sam’s gender swap and while nothing much about his situation had changed in that time, the modifications that Hanna had been undergoing had only gotten more outlandish. Beyond the near-constant lactation she had to contend with, her hair had been locked into pigtails and she now possessed a lisp that she was warned could be permanent. She was also impossibly horny, having been unable to masturbate to completion. As brain-melting as some of these changes were, none of them bothered her in the slightest. It was safe to say she had settled into her role as CrissBaby Bab Rat.
The same could not be said for Sam, who within the same timespan had only left his crib for food and bottle refills. This unfortunately meant he had been dawning the same diaper since his transformation, too terrified to remove it and see what had become of his genitals. Thankfully, his CrissBaby diaper had no issue handling three and a half days of wetting and messing. If only he could say the same about the smell. Itchiness was also still a factor, though he’d been dealing with that since day one so it was barely an afterthought at this point. He fought back tears brought on by unfamiliar feminine emotions as he glanced at Hanna, feeling jealous that her time thus far had been much breezier than his.
Feeling Sam’s eyes from across the room, Hanna turned to look at Sam. His abrupt head turn was more telling than he realized. Not only had he refused to move beyond the bars of his crib, he had also refused to speak to Hanna whatsoever, leaving her isolated for almost half a week. She understood why but that didn’t stop her from missing Sam’s company. More importantly, she didn’t want his agony to persist any longer. Abandoning her breast pump in the playpen, she mosied over to Sam’s crib, aiming to break him out of his spiraling depression.
TO BE CONTINUED…