Transformations - The New Gym Pt. 02

Here we are back with part two of The New Gym, and it only took a couple of years. Don't worry, we're finishing up with Pam and Emma here before going on to more Transformations adventures. The New Gym is a standalone story, though you might want to read Britt-Ney to get some background on our bubbly blonde bimbo receptionist. For those of you who are new to the Transformations universe, welcome! For a little background, the Church of Morpheus is an evil organization based in a Cuba. They have overthrown the Communist government there and are now bent upon world domination using mind control, extreme body modification, and a social structure centered around providing free sex.

Their most talented mind controlling white witch, Maria Marapova has opened a women's gym somewhere in the United States. There, she is brainwashing women and turning them into perfect sex toys. Our heroes, Pam and Emma have infiltrated the gym trying to find the whereabouts of a missing woman. Unfortunately for our intrepid investigators, they have fallen into the clutches of Maria and are being converted into sex kittens against their will – or is it against their will?

Meanwhile, Maria and Brittney have plans for one of their customers: Senora Alvarez, wife of a prominent US Senator.

As always, we welcome your comments!

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Maria helped get Pam and Emma into the depilatory room. At that point, the subliminals with which they were being bombarded coupled with the drugs in the depilatory would make them sweet docile angels.

They wouldn't give Brigitte any trouble.

Leaving the back rooms, Maria opened the door to the VIP Section and entered the door marked Prep. "Good afternoon, Senora Alvarez."

"Puta loca!" she screamed and spat toward Maria.

Senora Alvarez was fastened naked to a St. Andrew's Cross: two steel beams welded together to form an 'X'. She was shackled at the wrists and ankles, and a narrow chrome band secured her waist.

Her wrists were locked high on the cross, forcing her to stand on tiptoe.

Maria stared down at the spit that had landed on her shiny white boot. "Senora, if you want to apply spit to my boots, I can think of much more sensual ways."

Senora Alvarez unleashed a torrent of profanity in Spanish.

Maria laughed. She gripped the sides of the woman's face.

Senora Alvarez's eyes rolled back in her head and she was silent.

"There, much better. I'm afraid my Spanish is not good enough to follow your vulgarities. Therefore, you will speak only English now. And, you will do so in a civil manner: no yelling and not one more curse. Save your potty mouth for the bedroom where it belongs. Oh, and unless we're swapping spit, which is a possibility, keep yours in your mouth." She stepped away and the woman collapsed in her restraints hanging by her wrists.

The door opened and the front desk receptionist, Brittney, skipped inside holding a computer tablet.

Senora Alvarez stirred and opened her eyes.

Brittney waved, "Hola, Senora Alvarez. Como estas?"

The woman's eyes seethed with anger. She opened her mouth. In a sweet voice, she said, "Please be a teensy bit quieter, you perky, sweet, blonde lovebug." She frowned in horror at her own words.

"Aww," Brittney said. "What a sweet thing to say. Do you have a headache? I'll be quiet as a little mousey. Oh! And, I think you're perky too!"

Maria laughed. "I think the Senora actually tried to say, 'Shut the fuck up, you over-inflated blonde bimbo slut.' Only, in Spanish, and with a much grouchier voice."

"Oh... well, I like the English version better." She handed the tablet to Maria.

"Thank you, Brittney." Maria studied the tablet. "Hortensia Luisa de Madrid de la Montoya Guadalupe Alvarez... my that's a mouthful. How about I just call you Luisa? Let's lose all the formalities? Forty-three years old. Frigid."

"I beg your pardon, but I am neither forty-three years old nor frigid." She gritted her teeth and her eyes flashed with anger at not being able to actually say the words she was thinking.

Maria walked closer. She took the middle and index fingers of her right hand and forced them up into the woman's snatch.

"Oh. Kindly remove your digits from my genital area, you strangely enticing practitioner of black magic." Luisa opened her mouth and tried to scream but nothing came out.

Brittney looked confused.

Maria smiled at Brittney. "She said, 'Get your filthy fucking fingers out of my cooch, you witch slut.'"

Luisa sulked.

"Darling, this cooch of yours hasn't seen action in..." she pumped her fingers in and out, causing Luisa to jerk her hips trying to get away. "At least six months. That makes you frigid, and you are most definitely forty-three." She pulled her fingers out and held them out to Brittney.

The bimbo giggled and eagerly licked and sucked Maria's fingers clean. "Yummy!"

Luisa's lips trembled. She spoke slowly. "Do you understand who my husband is, you...?" She groaned and gave up on the insult.

"Of course, I know who your husband is. I talked to him just this morning on the phone. I think he was balls deep in one of my girls at some hotel - who do we have fucking Senator Alvarez, Brittney?"

"Umm, Cock Crazed Kaitlyn. I just love her. She's got the softest strawberry blonde hair."

Luisa's mouth dropped open. "No. Not my Eduardo. He wouldn't. We are good Catholics."

"Well, one of you still is," Maria laughed. "He's embraced a new faith, one free of all the restrictions."

"What religion?"

"He is now a member of the Church of Morpheus, you have heard of us, haven't you?"

"N... No, that can't be right. He's on the committee..."

Maria nodded. "Yes, the secret senate committee investigating the Church of Morpheus and preparing to take economic and military action against us." She caressed Luisa's face. "Why do you think we targeted him, you ignorant bitch?"

"He... he wouldn't. How could he do such a thing?"

"Oh, my dear, if you promise to increase a man's penis size from four inches to thirteen, he's like putty in your hands. Couple that with the promise of unlimited sex, and he wouldn't just sell his own soul, he'd sell yours as well." Maria smiled mischievously.

"What do you mean?" she whispered.

Maria stood a few inches from her face and smelled her. "You're going to be indoctrinated into our religion. It's going to be a real eye opener." She looked down at Luisa's breasts and sighed. "We're going to take that little 36C bust of yours and add a few cup sizes, make you a nice full... G."

"No," Luisa whispered.

"Oh, si, Senora. Muy grande," she whispered with a chuckle. Her hands slipped down Luisa's sides. She cupped her buttocks and the woman whined. "We're going to make this flat ass of yours fuller, something for him to hold onto while he's ass fucking your brains out." She lifted Luisa slightly. "And, we're going to make you a few inches taller, tighten all that saggy skin. Oh! And, we're going to give you drugs to put your libido into overdrive. You'll fuck anything that moves."

"It's true," Brittney said. "I fucked four guys at lunch. Ooo! One of them spoke Spanish, maybe you know him?"

Luisa whined.

Maria massaged her hips. "And don't worry, we'll loosen that tight cooch of yours so you can take that monster Eduardo has hanging between his legs now. As a matter of fact, our front door guard Helga is going to be in charge of stretching you. Big hands on that woman."

"Oh, yeah," Brittney agreed and squirmed.

Maria chuckled. "One other thing before we get started. We name all our girls, don't we Brittney?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"For instance, my name is Mind Fuck Maria, but then you could have guessed that one, couldn't you?"

Luisa was hyperventilating.

"Tell Luisa your name, Brittney."

Brittney looked down at her latex encased breasts. "Do I have to, Mistress?"

"Yes, dear."

Brittney sighed. "Bubble Brain Brittney," she said with a pout.

Maria whispered in Luisa's ear, "Poor thing. She was a government prosecutor once. They took the Church to court. I was a little... overzealous in her bimbofication." She stepped back and smiled at Brittney, "But, isn't she the most adorable thing?"

Brittney blushed and thrust out her chest.

"And, what should we name Luisa, Brittney?"

"Umm, Lickin' Lesbo Luisa!"

"Did you come up with that right off the top of your head, darling?" Maria stroked Brittney's honey gold hair.

Brittney giggled and nodded.

Luisa was shaking her head in horror.

Maria took a deep breath. "Well, your name should describe you, so..." She reached out and clamped her hands on Luisa's face.

Luisa struggled, but Maria's grip was firm.

Maria's words came in a single breath. "You're deeply in love with Brittney. The first time you tasted her pussy, you knew you would never just want cock again. She is your heart, your soul. You feel like you are dying when she isn't holding you. You would die for her, and all you want to do for the rest of your life is do anything she says."

Brittney drew in a surprised breath. "Aww! That was so beautiful! Does that mean she's my pet now?"

Luisa slumped in the chains. Her eyes were glassy.

A single drop of blood dripped out of her nose.

Maria staggered back and caught her breath. "Yes, dear. It means when she isn't being the Senator's fuck toy, she's going to be yours. Now, why don't you take your new girlfriend into surgery and get her started."

"Yay!" Brittney skipped closer.

Maria tapped Brittney's nose with her index finger. "Brittney, we want G cup boobies on Luisa. She already has C cups, there's one CC of Titty Grow per cup size, so how many CC's is that?"

"Aww, I suck at math."

"I know, that's why I'm asking."

Brittney stuck out her tongue to help her concentrate. "She's a C." She counted on her fingers as she spoke. "D - DD - DDD - G! That's four. Four CC's."

Maria hugged her and Brittney snuggled against her. "Oh, that's my smart girl."

She kissed Brittney on the head.

Maria handed Brittney the tablet. "She's all yours. Ask Helga to help if you get confused."

"Yes, Mistess," Brittney said as she unlocked Luisa's ankles, waist, and finally her wrists.

The dazed woman fell into Brittney's arms.

Her eyes fluttered open.

Luisa burst into tears. "Mi Corazon! Mi Amor!" She kissed Brittney's face, wetting it with her tears. "I was so scared." The woman shook and sobbed in Brittney's arms.

"It's going to be okay, Lickin' Lesbo Luisa. Mama's here, and she's going to take good care of you."

***

Pam was warm. She was lying in bed on her left side. It was too bright in the room. "Chad, turn off the light. I'm still sleeping."

"Chad isn't here."

Pam opened her eyes.

Emma was sitting up on a massage table across from her wrapped in a white cotton sheet.

Pam felt drugged. "What? Where are we?"

"Morphosis Gym, remember?"

She sat up. "What happened? I can't remember anything."

Emma shook her head. "Me neither. All I can remember is stepping into the Spa room. As for what happened? Well, as June used to say: Ward you might want to go check on the Beaver."

Pam stared at her uncomprehending. Then her eyes grew wide. She slid her hand under her sheet and felt her pubic area. "Oh, my God!"

"Yep. We been sheared, sister. They didn't leave a hair follicle below the eyelashes. I mean, fuck, I don't know about you, but it feels like I'm made out of plastic."

Pam spread her legs under the sheet and felt further down.

Her eyes grew wide, and she drew in a sharp breath. There was something... her little asshole felt... really good! She eased the tip of her finger in. More! I need more! She thought.

"Oh, yeah, there too. Now, if you don't mind, can we please... get... the... fuck... out... of... here?!"

Emma's voice brought her to her senses. "Fuck yes, let's get the hell out of here." She swung her legs over and stood up wrapping the sheet around herself.

There was a slight buzzing noise coming from the speakers.

Emma kept looking up at her as she wrapped the sheet around her breasts.

"Are you okay?"

Emma nodded her head quickly. "Yeah... just, I feel weird. I mean I'm naked and shit with you and it feels weird."

Good girls kiss pretty cunts. The words came into Pam's mind.

She wanted so much to be a good girl.

She took off the sheet and laid it on the massage table.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt silly hiding my body from you." The room held four massage tables and dark cherry cabinets.

Pam opened a random drawer.

The drawer lit up as she opened it, revealing a selection of dildos and butt plugs in numerous sizes and various colors.

Emma appeared beside her. "Oh."

Pam just stared at the rubber toys.

It took a moment for her to realize Emma had dropped her sheet as well.

Her shorter friend stood beside her, hard nipples pointing forward.

"I don't know what half these are, do you?" Emma asked.

Pam shook her head. She was staring intently at Emma's chest. "It must be nice not having to wear a bra."

Emma glanced up at her and her face turned beet red. She shrugged. "My nipples are sensitive, and when my blouse rubs against them, they hurt sometimes."

"Oh, I didn't think about that," Pam whispered. Her mouth was dry.

Emma nodded. "Sometimes I put vaseline on them so they don't chafe."

"That's a good idea. They're very big, bigger than mine." Pam cupped her breasts and held them toward Emma's face.

Emma nodded. "You're very beautiful," she whispered.

"You too." She reached out and touched Emma's arm.

She shivered.

Pam jerked her hand away. What was wrong with her? She looked back in the drawer. "You're lying. I bet you know what all those are, don't you?"

Emma grinned mischievously. "Yeah. You're right. I have a large collection at home. For instance, the short ones are butt plugs."

"I know that much." She picked one up about an inch in diameter at the widest point. "I could never get that inside me."

"Don't be silly, mine at home is twice as big."

Pam giggled. She picked up a long pink double head dildo. "What's this one?"

Emma laughed. "It's a double dong. So you can put one end in your pussy and then bend it around and stick the other end in your ass." She picked it up. "Or, you can..."

Pam caressed the other end of the dildo. "You can what?"

"Nothing," Emma said. She tried to put the dong back in the drawer, but Pam held onto it.

"No, come on, what?"

Emma was trembling. "You can... you know. If there are two of you, you can... well, one can take one end and you can take the other..."

Pam stared at the pink toy in her hand. "So, we could... fuck each other with it?"

Emma shook her head and pulled the dong out of her hand. She put it back in the drawer. "Yeah, if we were like total muff divers or something."

"And, what's wrong with that?" Maria asked.

Pam and Emma closed the drawer and spun around.

Maria had come in the door while they had there backs turned. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Pam started to cover her breasts with her arms, and then she remembered it didn't matter if Maria saw them naked. It was okay. She was their friend. They were her... good girls. Pam shuddered.

Maria smiled. "I see you had your depilatory bath."

"Yes, thank you," Pam managed to say. "I think we'd like to leave now."

She looked disappointed. "Oh, that's a shame. The hot tub is all ready for you - please give it a try. Just a few minutes, it's life changing."

Pam shook her head. "No, thank you. Maybe next time."

"Of course, well please come back again." She held out her arms. "I'll show you back to the locker room."

Pam nodded and took Emma's hand as they followed Maria into the hall.

Maria shut the door behind them.

And, then, standing behind them, she placed a hand on each of their temples. "I really must insist you try out the hot tub."

Pam and Emma stopped in their tracks and their eyes glazed over.

"It would be so easy to add you to my girls."

Pam moaned, turned on again by Maria's domination.

Maria laughed softly. "You're both beautiful. The Church would welcome you with open arms. What beautiful whores you would make. Think about it, spending your life fucking anyone who wanted you? Always wet, always ready, turned into perfect sex dolls? Sweet Emma, you would never be lonely again. No more lying in a cold bed on Saturday night."

A tear rolled down Emma's cheek.

Maria wiped it away. She leaned down and whispered in Emma's ear. "The next time you're lying on that bed stuffing your little cunny with rubber, remember that all you have to do is come here and ask me - I'll have you filled with the real thing every hour for all eternity."

Emma shook.

Maria leaned over and whispered in Pam's ear. "And, you, you submissive slut. We would teach you what real domination means." She licked Pam's earlobe. "And, I think you'd love it."

Pam was close to hyperventilating.

"But, for today, I'll let you keep your independence. I'm interested in seeing if you submit of your own free will." She turned them around to face her. "Now, Emma, please go back to the massage room and get the double dildo from the drawer, along with two butt plugs."

"Okay," Emma whispered. She sounded far away.

"No, Emma. I'm afraid that's not acceptable. You will address me as Mistress from now on, in preparation for when you become one of my girls."

"Yes, Mistress."

Maria nodded and smiled, "Better."

Maria watched Emma as she walked barefoot toward the massage room.

She turned Pam to look as well. "Isn't she lovely? Oh, she's going to make you very happy, Pam. She's going to help you so much."

Pam felt like she was dreaming, watching Emma's buttocks move rhythmically as she walked.

A moment later, Emma returned to the hallway carrying the big dildo and matching pink butt plugs.

"Pam, dear," Maria said. "When we go into the hot tub room, Emma is going to dominate you. You want that don't you?"

"W... Why?" Something was wrong. Pam couldn't quite put her finger on it. This didn't feel normal. Being naked with Emma, letting her touch her, dominate her, was that something she normally did?

"Now, Pam, dear, you must do what I tell you if you want to be my good girl."

Oh! That term again. Maria's good girl. Please, oh please, yes, all she wanted in the whole world was to be beautiful, sexy Maria's good girl. "Yes, Mistress. I'm so sorry for asking, Mistress."

Maria frowned at her.

Pam threw herself on the floor, kissing Maria's white boots and sobbing. "Please, forgive me, Mistress. Anything. I'll do anything you want."

Emma wobbled on her feet. "Pam, don't. Don't do that."

Maria smiled at Emma. "Nonsense, Emma. Pam is only showing me how loving and obedient she is. That's a beautiful thing." She caressed Emma's temple. "Isn't it?"

Emma's face turned cold. "Yes, Mistress. She should be sorry for questioning you."

Maria reached down and lifted Pam to her feet. "It's all right now, my love. I forgive you. You are my good girl."

Pam burst into tears and buried her face in Maria's mountainous bosom. She hugged her tight.

Maria rubbed her hair and soothed her. "There now, it's all right." She guided her into the hot tub room as Emma followed.

The room smelled of strawberries and apples. Pam stopped crying and stared in wonder. Padded benches and chairs with strange stirrups were arrayed around the room. Some of them appeared to be designed to support someone on their hands and knees rather than sitting.

The floors were of dark teak.