Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Seventeen

Waiting until Anya took the Gym Club away on their little revenge crusade, Rex and Rowan quickly emerged from their hiding places in one of the many leafy little copses that dotted the campus grounds, rushing to the Gym Hall, where Anya had promised to leave a fire-exit door unlocked.  This way there would be no need to break in, or to get Anya in trouble for letting them in.

"Feels pretty Mission Impossible, sneaking around school at night like this." Rowan joked nervously. He'd never done anything this...this rebellious before. Even the idea of getting detention had made him sweat. Yet here he was, breaking curfew and trespassing on school property, in pursuit of...what? Evidence? Answers?

Rex simply hushed him. The time for talk was over.

He felt a fierce anger filling him. He'd known Anya was...well, probably a juicer too, but the possibility that someone had been drugging her and the other gym club members without their knowledge, or consent...and how did Dr Yamaki fit into this? That was still uncertain.

One thing was for sure. He'd come to Strangeflower to bag some pussy, and by god he was going to defend it now he had some. Whatever freakishness this other stuff was doing...well, they'd handle it later. Sue the school, if need be, get the money for top-class detoxification.

Though, given how prestigious Strangeflower was supposed to be, he wondered idly how rich exactly Anya and the other girls parents might be. He'd gained an impression that Anya was the daughter of some fierce Russian oligarch. He would not be happy if anoyne had been messing with his "little girl", he was sure of that.

Each of them carried a small back-pack, their mobile phones at the ready as both illumination and spy-camera. They werent' sure what they were looking for, or hoping to find, but they'd come as prepared as they could think of.  Both of them had filled their backpacks with whatever improvised tools and nick-nacks they could beg, borrow or steal.

"This is it. Keep your eyes peeled for security. I'm pretty sure someone has seen us sneaking around by now." Rex warned, as he dashed forward, slipping into the ajar fire-exit door.

"I thought these things were only supposed to open outwards..."

"Old building. Pretty easy to jimmy open if you know what you're doing."

They quickly darted inside. Everything seemed much more eerie and gloomy after dark. Low, emergency lighting illuminated the way. Everything seemed to echo and make so much noise in these squeaky halls, now there was nobody around. Rowan found his heartbeat hammering, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He hoped Bec- or Becky, whatever- would be okay. If worst came to worst, and he was expelled...he gulped. What would his parents say? What would anyone say? How would he keep in touch with her?

"This way. We need to get into the basements. We probably won't find anything in the offices or the gym lockers." Rex led him through the darkness, too afraid to even use their phones as illumination, their eyes adjusting to the heavy gloom. Rowan shivered, unable to shake the feeling of being watched, of there being...others, somewhere, in the building, looking for him.

The door down to the service tunnels was heavily locked, but Rex had brought his...toolkit. Mostly hairclips, string, and bits of cast off metal. It was by no means the sort of lock-picker's kit of choice.

"Damn, this won't work. We need a lever of some kind...."

"Can't we just go in the way you found?" Rowan complained. The idea of trying to force open a locked door seemed a little...too criminal, right now.

"Too risky. Hey, wait, idea! Lacrosse sticks. They're in the gym storage. You stay here." Rex took off, leaving Rowan to wait anxiously.

Minutes seemed to stretch into hours, and Rowan found his imagination running wild with scenarios of doom. He regretted not bringing Becky, he admitted to himself. She was...so confident. So full of purpose and ambition and energy. She was kinda like Rex, really, though not sporty. Just...bold. Hard not to like that in a girl, he thought.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, Rex returned, his arms filled with lacrosse sticks. "What the fuck?"

"Levers, dumbass. We can wrench this door open with these."

"I think we're just going to get a lot of broken sticks."

"You got a better idea?"

"A Crowbar?"

"Oh yeah, I'll get the one I have out of my ass. Come on, we're doing this."

Rolling his eyes, Rowan reluctantly found himself helping his friend. "How come you've never asked me to help you out with stuff like this before?"

Rex busied himself trying to force the thin end of the stick between the door and the wall, pushing with all his might. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, Rex. I know you've...well, played urban explorer before." Rowan

"Yeah. Whats it to you?" he said between gritted teeth. Almost...there...

"I'm not complaining. I just...wondered how it is we have such different lives, but...you know. We're here, together."

"I...don't...really think now's a great time for life stories, Row-" he grunted. There! first stick slid all the way in.

"Now, hoop one end of the stick around this other stick, and...pull!"

With a mighty crack, the stick wedged in broke in half, the door barely budging at all.

"Well shit...what now?"

"We could try something heavier...break down the door.."

Rowan rolled his eyes. "Okay, no. We're not doing this anymore. You have some skill with cracking locks I take it? Just do the damn door you found before. This won't budge with anything we have."

"Lockpicking is more an art than a science. And we'd be fully exposed. You want to take that risk?"

"If it gets this all over and done with quicker, yes!"

Rex chuckled, and put his hand on Rowan's shoulder. "We'll make a criminal of you yet."

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The air in the tunnels and caverns beneath the island academy was cool and moist, the perfect place for Dr Yamaki's research. The bug-zappers hummed and glowed in the dim light around the 19th century reservoir that made up the heart of this underground facility. Water rushed and roared, covering all sounds of his other...work.

A full laboratory had been set up, along with several brine-filled tanks, filled with a specific, exotic sub-species of hawkfish. A rare creature, yet one famed for being both venomous and one of the few known species in nature capable of changing its own gender with relative ease.

A lifetime of research had brought him here, he thought. The Headmistress's lavish funding and dogged determination to engineer petty revenge had already given him the start he needed. Now, wiping sweat from his brow, he admired his handiwork. Not enough, not even close, to dosing a whole school.

But...a dozen vials was enough to dose a control-group, surely. He just needed the appropriate test subjects.

The tell-tale rumble of the service elevator announced the arrival of some...guests. He turned, removing his goggles and gloves. Who could it be? Fenk? Romana? or even the Headmistress? Juggling his...mercurial relations with all of them was starting to take up more time than it was worth.

He was so close.

The elevator's doors slid open, revealing...Nurse Romana, in casual clothing. She looked nervous.

"What brings you here, Miss Bogatov?

"I did as you asked. But...that Patricia girl...I'm convinced she's going to do something terrible, if she hasn't already. It wasn't a good idea...what if she suspects? What if she finds out?"

"You panic too much, Miss Bogatov. Did you panic so when your patients started to die?"

She flinched at that. So, he truly did know her origin story then.

"How was I supposed to know they'd be allergic? They were all catatonic, and there was nothing on the sheet..."

"And yet rather than alert your superiors, and try with all your might to correct your mistake, you chose to hide it." he smiled thinly.

"There was no evidence of wrongdoing! Damn you, you shouldn't know all this!"

"I'm afraid both the Headmistress and I have...ample resources to learn such things. I have no doubt Miss Thorn keeps you on precisely because of that weakness. Indeed, all of the staff hired on her watch have such a...flaw in the weave. I suspect she's been planning something...wicked for many years. The Board's decision to admit a class of boys was merely the straw."

"What are you saying?" Romana frowned.

"I'm saying, Miss Bogatov, that all of this...work, that I am engaged in, was at her behest. You are a pawn to that effect. But don't worry, your use isn't quite done...yet."

For a moment Yamaki was distracted. A distant clanging noise. He looked around, startled, but could see nothing.

"Dr Yamaki..please..."

He turned his attention back to her. "You have been quite co-operative. I thank you for that. For that I give you a chance. In this case there are three vials. One contains a strong amnesiac drug. You'll forget everything and our little partnership will be over.  One contains a substance that has a high chance of sending you into anaphylactic shock. A little Karmic retribution for your patients, perhaps? And the other...well. Let's leave that a surprise, shall we?"

She looked at him, her face turning pale. He advanced on her, coldly, grabbing her wrist, and forcing her arm to the table. She squirmed and struggled.

"Why are you doing this? I did everything you asked!" she pleaded.

"Circumstances are becoming...complicated." he admitted. "My employer wants more than I can reasonably provide. I may have to leave in a hurry. Best to leave no dangling threads."

"Please...I promise I won't say a word..."

"Pick a syringe, Miss Bogatov, or I will have to pick for you."

She looked at the case, the three identical syringes, all unlabelled, all containing...anything, as far as she could make out. She dearly wished she'd spent time memorising drugs by appearance, and not by name or label.

"Ah..."

"Choose."

"The middle one! The middle one!" she panicked, picking the one that seemed...most familiar.

"A wise choice." He took the syringe, and, holding her struggling arm in a vice-like grip, injected it firmly, and fully, into her main vein.

She gasped, her eyes bulging. He let her go, and she staggered, sweating, trying to catch her breath.

"I have some good news, Miss Bogatov. You are not dying. There was no anphylactic drug."

She looked at him, confusion in her eyes.

"But, regrettably for you, there was also no amnesiac drug, either." his grin spread wide.

"I think you'll enjoy what comes next."

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The two infiltrator schoolboys watched with silent awe as the strange and dark drama played out beneath them. Somehow, after much arguing and more than a bit of luck, they'd found a way down into the service tunnels.  They had gotten lost, and somehow ended up behind the main filtration tanks that had been installed around the old reservoir. Through the dim light they could see clearly Yamaki's lab, scattered about the wide, 19th century chamber.

They had almost been caught for sure, but the noise of Yamaki's argument with Nurse Bogatov had alerted them just in time. Now Rex was gripping Rowan's shoulder tightly, both young men trying hard not to even breathe, crouched low in the shadows as they watched.

"My god..." whispered Rowan. "This is...insane..."
Rex dug in his fingers deeper, making Rowan wince, but he got the message. He couldn't risk making any noise. But the sights and sounds before them...

Romana Bogatov was sweatign and panting, writhing about on the cold hard floor. She staggered to her feet. "You bastard...what did you...do..."

"The strongest dose yet. I wasn't sure if it would be dangerous or not. Consider this a live experiment." the Dr replied calmly, turning on a camera, recording everything for later study.

"Please do not move about too much."

"Ffffuck you!" the Nurse yelled. "I can't believe I...I trusted you..."

"If you truly trusted me, then you are a fool." he replied without rancour.

She struggled to her feet, her whole body wracked with pain, burning up from inside. A massive dose of exgyne, injected directly into her blood-stream. Her heart was thundering, pumping the strange, powerful chemical throughout her. What had taken weeks, days, hours for the other girls was now occurring in minutes. Her fat deposits were burning up rapidly as her body tried to metabolise this powerful and radical new substance.

She watched in horror and amazement as her bust seemed to shrink before her eyes, her casual shirt slackening, her bra-cups empty and protruding, her nipples twitching as something inside her twisted and changed. She grasped her fading boobs in desperation, feeling a last surge of feminity.

She squeezed them, tried to hold on to them, B-cups shrinking into A's in her grasp. Involuntarily she moaned aloud,  her whole body raging with sensitivity. The pain of her transformation was eclipsed by the strange pleasue she now felt, and she watched in stunned, toe-curling pleasure as her girls shot out two thin streams of milk before they vanished entirely into her new smooth, boyish chest.

"Fascinating. The body actively seeks to expel even lactive deposits in its haste to meet the new pattern demanded of it." Yamaki observed dryly, noting it on his log, seemingly unnmoved by what he was seeing.

Romana staggered over to him, but her legs were shaking painfully, and a roaring furnace seemed to consume her groin. So hot was she down there it was like she was being burned. She ripped her jeans open, revealing black panties, now thoroughly soaked. Her cunt was gushing, a torrent of femjuices pouring out of her, thick gooey strands oozing out of her, her pelvic walls clenching and spasming.

"Oh god...aaaah..." she screamed out loud, as powerful, thigh-shaking orgasms wracked her body. She tried to hold on, but it was like someone had shoved a Sybian deep into her womb. Powerful contractionary vibrations rippled throughout her. Her fingers curled and uncurled, every muscle and nerve in her body straining to maximum.

She blacked out, multiple times, only to be awoken again a few seconds later, her heart and chest pumpign furiously. Her fat, labia lips were being pressed outwards. Something inside her was being forced out. A strange, potent new birth. She screamed again, her mind going blank from the extremity of her orgasm.

"Ah...help...stop...no more..." she panted breathlessly, tears streaming down her eyes.  Her throat was so hoarse, so soar. It was like she had been screaming for hours.

"Noone can hear you down here, my dear. Save your energy." Yamaki replied.

"Hnngh...it's...I'm...ohgod...cccccccccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuming!" she practically roared, as she felt her clit bulge with painful speed, raw-red flesh expanding and splitting as a powerful pressure built within her, new ducts forming, old ones being cannibalised. She had lost a great deal of her womanly curves and weight, her figure now boyish in her over-sized, sweat drenched woman clothes. She caught a slight glimpse of herself reflected in one of Yamaki's beakers, and saw a stranger, a figure that looked like a scrawny boy in his mother's clothes.

She struggled to her feet, though she felt no strength in them. She was desperately tired, in pain, hungry, and horny all at once. She must have cum at least a dozen times, her vagina had never felt so sore. Still she felt a desperate need to cum again, yet knew she had no more to cum. Her vagina was drying up, all her juices expelled in violent gush after gush, the ground beneath her soaked in fem-cum and expelled ovum.

Then, like a hammer blow, she felt it. She collapsed to her knees. Something was...surging...it...hurt...it hurt so good...she groaned again, her throat vibrating, a thick lump now forming there. She/he reached inside, feeling it coming forth...feeling her final, destructive change.

She reached inside, and yanked forth two, smooth, heavy testicles, her vagina inverting perfectly behind it, even as her clitoris tore open and began to weep a new, fresh kind of cum.

She collapsed on to the floor, completely knocked out by the rigours of experience, her face, genitals and body soaked in sweat and cum. Woman no more, but a boyish, breastless, heavy-cocked trap, her features frozen in one last orgasmic and wild grin.

"Fascinating..." Yamaki observed.

He moved over to stop the recording, when there was another clanging noise. He span around, his eyes alert.

"Whose there? A couple of spies perhaps?" he said aloud.

He stepped towards the filtration tanks, frowning. Had someone seen? Who had followed him down here? They would have to suffer the same fate, of that he was sure....