The protagonist in this story is the April O'Neil from the 80s television series.
April began to stir. She wasn't sure what had awoken her. It might have been the pain in her arms and shoulders. It could also have been the unusual tightness around her chest and stomach. Truth be told, all of her clothing felt unusually tight, but it was especially apparent around her chest and stomach. Her feet felt funny, held at an odd angle, and a television was playing a strange documentary about flies of all things.
It could have been any one of those things, or it could have been then an additive effect of all those things combined. Whatever it was, she was now awake, and she was very uncomfortable.
April had gotten up that morning and got ready, following her usual routine of laying out her clothes, showering, getting dressed, and eating a light breakfast before heading out the door to work. One thing that would have made today a little different for most people was that today was also Valentine's day. Not for April though.
April O'Neil, star reporter for the Channel 6 news, didn't really have a love-life. All her time was either consumed by work or her extra-curricular activity. Even her extra-curricular activity was highly unusual for most people: saving the city, and in some cases the world, from the evil Shredder and the Krang. Fortunately, it was often her friends, the Turtles that did the saving though she was often instrumental in bringing the latest scheme to their attention.
Now what was she doing sitting in this dingy apartment sitting on a lumpy sofa, sleeping, with a documentary about flies playing on the television? She didn't have time for such things, so she definitely wouldn't be spending what little time she did have doing this. So what was she doing, why was she doing it, and perhaps most important of all, how in the world did she get here?
She started looking around herself and then she looked down at her lap. She was sitting cross-legged with her hands clasped in her lap. Then she looked again and was startled to see two sets of hands!
"Ahhh! What's going on?"
She heard movement and an odd buzzing noise coming from an open doorway to the side of the couch and TV. Before the person, whoever they were, appeared, she tried to move her hands, either set of the pair in her lap, but there was absolutely no response. She did feel an odd little flutter on her back, but it didn't really mean anything to her, so she didn't pay any attention to it.
Suddenly, Baxter Stockman, the half human, half fly, and all hideous, creature stepped through the doorway. She gave a startled gasp when she saw him.
"Baxter Stockman!" she exclaimed. "I should have known. What do you want with me? Whatever your plan is, it won't work. The Turtles don't even know I'm here, so you might as well let me go."
"Oh don't worry Ms O'Neil," he buzzed. "This doesn't involve the Turtles. I don't care about them anymore."
"Then what is your plan?" she asked, surprised. She still struggled to move her hands or arms, but they remained just as immobile as on her first attempt.
"Don't you know?" he asked. He sounded amused, judging by the slightly higher buzzing noise. "You just finished a report on it, a good one too, before accompanying me here. It's Valentine's Day. No one should be alone today, not even me. I wanted you to go on a date with me."
"Well, your pl--. What?"
Of all the things he could have said, a date was probably the least expected. She stopped trying to regain control of her hands for a moment to process what he had said. She uncrossed her legs, bringing her booted foot into the bottom edge of her vision. She brought it back up, not having expected this sight either. She normally wore a pair of slouchy white leather boots with a very modest 1 inch wedge heel, but the boot on her foot now was definitely not that. It was white, but the shaft went almost to her knee, but the most striking feature was that the toe pointed straight down instead of out. Turning her leg slightly, she saw that it had a pointy heel that was at least 7 or even 8 inches. If she tried to stand in this thing, it would have her literally standing on the tips of her toes.
April knew she was wearing the matching boot on her other foot without having to look. She could feel quite well, now that she was aware of it, that her foot was pointed straight down. She also felt the extreme stiffness of the boots holding her feet and ankles perfectly immobile, and she guessed the construction was to help the wearer not twist or break their ankle if they tried to walk in them. How anyone would be able to walk in such shoes was beyond her though.
Now she looked at what else she was wearing. At first glance, the garment looked enough like her usual yellow jumpsuit that it didn't attract her attention initially. It wasn't baggy though, at all, which should have given it away immediately. It looked like it was made of shiny yellow latex, and it hugged her body like a second skin.
"What do you mean a date?" she asked, anxious. "And what am I wearing? These aren't my clothes!"
"A date, Ms O'Neil," he buzzed. "I suppose I should call you April though since you will be my date for the night. You may call me Baxter."
"Where are my clothes, Stockman?" she said, trying again now to make her hands move. If she was going to get out of this mess, she would definitely need the use of them.
"April, you know as well as I that they were hardly suitable for a romantic evening together," he replied. "Now, I'm glad you're finally awake so we can apply the finishing touch."
Baxter handed April an object, and her hand and arm finally came to life. Instead of doing anything to help her though, it accepted the object from Baxter.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. Then, seeing that her hand was finally moving, though not doing anything she wanted it to, she said "Hey! What is that? Why can't I contro--"
She was cut off abruptly when her own hand seemingly stuffed the fleshy thing in her hand in her mouth. It had a tube which her hand pushed between her lips, and then the tube widened to a large ball. Now one of her other hands came to life and started assisting the first in gagging her. The one hand stayed in place pushing the ball and tube into her mouth and the other went behind her head, sandwiching her head between her two hands. Then the other two hands joined in by gripping her chin and forehead and trying to pull her mouth open wider.
April couldn't believe what was going on. A moment ago she couldn't move her hands at now. Now they were all fighting against her trying to gag her. They were winning.
April flailed about as much as she could, kicking her legs and rolling off the couch. It was no use, her hands slowly opened her mouth wider and wider, pushing the ball between her lips. Just when it felt like the corners of her mouth would surely tear, the ball popped in, and she was able to close her mouth around it. The ball filled her mouth entirely, and she felt the attached tube tickling the back of her throat. It wasn't quite deep enough to activate her gag reflex.
Now her hands, all four of them, were tightening straps securing the fleshy thing to the bottom half of her face. It was then that she realized it was some kind of mask. One set of straps went around the sides of her face while another set pulled the mask in under her chin. Those straps went up over the top of her head, and she knew she wouldn't be able to open her mouth enough to push the ball and tube back out without at least loosening those straps. The most distressing one pulled a piece of the mask over the top of her nose, very effectively plugging it, before it went up between her eyes to connect in the back of her head with the straps that went around her head. Once secured, her hands busied themselves by pulling each of the straps as tight as they would go.
April continued to struggle and fight against what her own hands were apparently doing to her even as the situation turned hopeless. Her efforts were hampered by the boots on her feet because she couldn't stand to try and get away.
One of April's hands shot backwards towards Baxter Stockman where she couldn't see it, and he placed something else in it. She couldn't feel it though. She could slightly feel the weight of it in her shoulder where it supported the arm, but not in the hand or the arm itself.
She started to turn around, attempting to see what was coming next, but her hands were too fast. Before she knew what was happening, they were pulling something over the top of her head. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. Her fight against the gagging had worn her out. Soon the thing had been pulled in place over her head. As her hands began smoothing it out, it turned out to be a full head mask leaving only her hair uncovered. Every bit of skin from her forehead to the bottom of her neck was now covered in the stuff. She found that she could still see, but it was through red tinted lenses.
Her hands were pulling her back up onto the couch, and then Stockman was pulling her into a standing position, helping to support her. Just as she knew it would, attempting to stand in the strange pointe boots hurt like hell. A new buzzing noise filled her ears as her breathing became heavier in response to her exertions.
"Beautiful," he buzzed beside her. "Amazing. Would you like to see?"
She could barely turn her head with the mask on, but she tried to shake it anyway. When she tried to talk through the gag, though she knew it would only be gag-talk, barely intelligible, all she heard was the buzzing noise.
He guided her to a mirror, each mincing step she took sending pain shooting through her feet and legs, especially through her toes. Soon they were in front of the mirror, and April wanted to scream at what she saw.
It was the mask. She still saw her hair on top of and framing her head, but its red color was muted through the red lenses. The mask was colored to perfectly match her natural skin tone, and she could barely see the edge on her neck. Over her eyes were a pair of bulbous red lenses shaped like a pair of angled ovals. There was no nose, at least not that she could see. Sprouting from the mask between each eye were a pair of downward pointed antennae. The most horrible part of all was that her mouth had been replaces with a truncated proboscis which was framed on either side by a pair of fleshy protrusions further adding detail to the mask.
She couldn't help examining the rest of her body. The suit she wore really accentuated her naturally trim waist and moderate bosom. It left very little to the imagination, hugging her every womanly curve. The boots, with their insanely high heels, even accentuated the muscles in her legs and made her legs appear unnaturally long. She could plainly see the extra reinforcement around the chest of the suit to support the weight of the extra set of arms sprouting almost from her armpits. She could even see two pairs of translucent wings seemingly sprouting from her back.
"Wonderful, isn't it?" he said, buzzing with excitement.
"Bzzzz!" she said. "Bzzzz, bzzzz! Bzzzzz!"
"I know," he said, hugging her close. "I can't wait either."
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw quite plainly that he had deliberately transformed her into a human-fly hybrid just like him. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she would be forced to go on a date with a fly, let alone dressed as a fly herself.
April O'Neil
Re: April O'Neil
Baxter Stockman gazed upon his beautiful date. He had imagined this moment many times, but his fantasies had always fallen short of the real thing. As he looked at her, drinking her in, he was reminded of when he was transformed irreversibly into his current state and how difficult that had been. It had taken him years to come to grips with the situation, and he couldn't have done it without the help of his AI friend. He knew April would be going through similar things, but she would at least have him to help guide her through it.
As April continued to examine herself, he made one set of the mechanical arms attached to her body via her new latex jumpsuit cup her breasts. Her real arms had been safely tucked away in a pouch behind her back. Her elbows had been pulled together, and then her forearms had been rotated up so her hands now rested almost behind her neck. A special pouch in the suit had then been pulled up her bound arms, sealing them beneath the suit. The extreme nature of the bondage had rendered her arms completely numb to the point that she couldn't feel them at all anymore. Perhaps if the suit hadn't had its own set of arms built into it, she wouldn't have been so confused, thinking the mechanical arms were really her own somehow.
April watched her reflection and felt one set of her hands cupping her breasts. This was sometimes something she did in her bathroom mirror, but she never did it in front of anyone else. She felt her face growing warm with shame.
"Bzzzz!" she said.
"Yes, they're very nice. They fill out your suit nicely."
Now her hands were squeezing her breasts, pulling them out almost as though milking them through the suit. April groaned, making another buzzing noise through the proboscis. Why couldn't she control her hands at all?
She stopped kneading her breasts and dropped one set of arms to put them around Stockman's back. She tried to speak again, but the buzzing noise was still all that came out. It was as though she had a kazoo or something strapped to her mouth.
"I agree," he replied. "Let me show you what I've prepared. I'm sure you'll feel much better afterwards."
He now led her through a swinging door, helping her walk in the extreme boots. Her toes screamed at her with each step, but he was much stronger than her and had no difficulty propelling her forward.
The new room was a dining room, and it had a romantic looking table set for two. In the center of the table was a large covered silver platter that presumably held the dinner they would share. April saw candles set up around the room though she couldn't tell if they were real or electric through the red tinted eyes of her mask.
Baxter led his date to her seat, and she buzzed in relief as her weight was taken off her poor toes. She tried to stretch them out to help relieve some of the pain, but the boots were much too rigid. She would have to wait till she was allowed to take them off.
Once she was seated, the lower set of hands reached down to the bottom of the chair and took hold of a pair of leather straps. They pulled the straps up and buckled them over her legs. While those hands were doing that, her other set of hands were reaching for another set of straps dangling from the back of the chair. Those straps ended up wrapped around her stomach just below her breasts. Both sets were pulled tight.
Realizing what her own traitorous hands had just done to her, she started buzzing angrily and trying to get back up. It didn't matter if she was standing, she just didn't want to be buckled into the chair, unable to leave it. The fact that the buckles were necessary at all didn't bode well in her mind.
Now that she was seated, Baxter helped her scoot the chair into the table, further pinning her in place. It was evidently what she wanted though judging by how she was struggling thought Baxter.
Now Baxter took his seat across the small table from her. "All set," he announced, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Shall we get started?"
"Bzzzz! Bzzzz, bzzzz, bzzzzz!"
"Wonderful!" he exclaimed. With a flourish, he ripped the cover off of the platter revealing the surprise beneath.
If April could have, she would have gagged at the sight. The platter had been filled to overflowing with old and rotten garbage. Most of it looked like it had been food at one point, but it most definitely wasn't anymore.
Just as April was swearing to herself that she would never eat any of that stuff, one of her hands picked up the serving fork and dished a pile of the refuse onto her own plate. She watched as Stockman did the same, though his pile was larger than her own. Now he picked up his plate and she watched in disgust as his own proboscis, which was hidden most of the time, now extended out of his mouth like a straw. She watched, feeling queasy, as he sucked some of the garbage from his plate into his mouth.
Now her own hands were picking up her plate of garbage just as she had seen him do. She also felt the tube that had been tickling the back of her throat now coming out of her mouth, and she knew the proboscis thing sticking out of her mouth had just elongated just like his had. She tried pulling away, but her head could only go so far back before it connected with the back of the chair. The stiffness of the mask made it very difficult for her to turn her head away. She felt the end of her proboscis make contact with her plate, but she vowed no matter what that she would not suck anything up.
She could now almost taste the garbage with the end of her proboscis immersed in it. She wanted to be sick and vomit the meager breakfast she'd bolted down that morning on her way out her door, but nothing was coming up. Suddenly, she felt a strange vibration on her lips and jaw.
Garbage from her plate began filling her mouth. She hadn't done anything, but it was being sucked up nonetheless through her straw-like proboscis where it was deposited on the back of her tongue. She couldn't stop the suction either. Once it filled her mouth, the new garbage started pushing everything else down her throat, and she knew she had to swallow to avoid choking. Mouthful after mouthful went down her throat and right into her stomach.
Unbeknownst to April, as food started entering her body, a small computer embedded in the fabric of her suit, the very computer giving Baxter the ability to control her arms, released a torrent of enzymes into her bloodstream through thousands of needles embedded in her skin from sternum to belly button. The toxins would help April digest the garbage filling her stomach. They would completely counteract the potentially deadly nature of the garbage she was being force fed. April didn't feel a thing.
April swallowed another mouthful of the garbage and gulped in air before the next load of garbage came through the proboscis. She struggled mightily to get out of the chair and away from the plate of garbage in her hands, but it was no use. The belts held her in place in the chair too well, and the sturdy construction of the chair meant she wouldn't be able to break it no matter how she fought. It was no use.
Finally, her plate had been sucked clean. She felt the vibrating in her jaw stop and then the proboscis tube began sliding back into her mouth. She was done. Finally, that ordeal was behind her. She let out an exhausted sounding buzz as she returned the plate to the table and slumped, as much as was possible, in her chair.
"You looked like you enjoyed that," commented Baxter as he finished his plate as well. "I went through the food I could find last night to find the best things for you and let them ripen in here over night. Have some more, if you like."
Heck no, she wouldn't have any more! But what was this? Her hands were picking up her plate and dishing another pile of garbage onto it? No! This pile was even bigger than the first!
Her proboscis again extended out of her mouth, and she felt the vibrating begin again in her jaw as the end of her proboscis buried itself in the garbage on her plate again. April was again forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the disgusting mush filling her plate, but she was too exhausted to fight anymore. As tears of frustration leaked from her eyes and were absorbed into the material of her mask, she continued filling her stomach.
She had never, in her long association with the Turtles and fighting evil felt so violated. She been transformed into a cat and nearly killed Splinter. A mad scientist had briefly turned her into a fish. Baxter Stockman had even managed to turn her, and her coworkers, into giant insects once. The only time she'd nearly lost her humanity though was when she'd turned into a cat. This was worse than all those experiences combined. She didn't look human anymore with the mask, 4 arms, and wings, but she was fully aware of everything being done. She couldn't vocalize any of her thoughts or feelings, but that didn't stop Stockman from interpreting her attempts in whatever way he chose. Now she was being stuffed with literal garbage, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. She could only sit there and feel her stomach fill up.
Seeing that his date was eagerly eating a second helping of the meal he'd worked hard to prepare for her, Baxter decided to have some more too. He took his own plate and piled more garbage onto it too. The two of them then ate the contents of their separate plates, April making buzzing noises between each mouthful that he chose to interpret as being eager and excited exclamations.
"Well, that was delicious," he said, sitting back in his own chair. "And you know one of the hidden beauties of eating like this is that you don't have to worry about cleaning up afterwards. It only gets better with age."
Now she really wanted to be sick. It still wouldn't come though. She wanted to vomit up all the literal trash she'd just been forced to eat, but she didn't actually feel nauseated in the least bit. It was all in her head, but her body really did not seem to mind what it had just ingested.
"Well, I want to thank you for the wonderful evening," began Baxter. "Who would have thought that a fly like me would get such a classy woman like you to be my date on Valentine's Day? Thank you. Now what do you say we get you back home?"
Finally, something she could fully support!
"Bzzzz, bzzzz!"
"Thank you, I had a great time tonight too," he said.
"Bzzzzz!"
"Are you sure? That sounds like a great idea. Let's get you home."
As her hands and arms now pushed her chair back away from the table and began unbuckling the straps around her legs and stomach, she couldn't help thinking about what she would do when she got home. First would be to get the horrid mask off. Or maybe she would free her feet first. Whichever, it would be great just to be free. She knew Stockman had done something to her to take control of her arms away from her, and she hoped it would return when she was out of his presence. She also hoped the extra pair of arms would go away on their own. She couldn't fathom how she would explain them away if they didn't.
Baxter helped his date to her feet again, and then with his arms wrapped around her back and her arms around his back, he helped her back into the living room and out the front door to his apartment. April buzzed in pain from each step.
As April continued to examine herself, he made one set of the mechanical arms attached to her body via her new latex jumpsuit cup her breasts. Her real arms had been safely tucked away in a pouch behind her back. Her elbows had been pulled together, and then her forearms had been rotated up so her hands now rested almost behind her neck. A special pouch in the suit had then been pulled up her bound arms, sealing them beneath the suit. The extreme nature of the bondage had rendered her arms completely numb to the point that she couldn't feel them at all anymore. Perhaps if the suit hadn't had its own set of arms built into it, she wouldn't have been so confused, thinking the mechanical arms were really her own somehow.
April watched her reflection and felt one set of her hands cupping her breasts. This was sometimes something she did in her bathroom mirror, but she never did it in front of anyone else. She felt her face growing warm with shame.
"Bzzzz!" she said.
"Yes, they're very nice. They fill out your suit nicely."
Now her hands were squeezing her breasts, pulling them out almost as though milking them through the suit. April groaned, making another buzzing noise through the proboscis. Why couldn't she control her hands at all?
She stopped kneading her breasts and dropped one set of arms to put them around Stockman's back. She tried to speak again, but the buzzing noise was still all that came out. It was as though she had a kazoo or something strapped to her mouth.
"I agree," he replied. "Let me show you what I've prepared. I'm sure you'll feel much better afterwards."
He now led her through a swinging door, helping her walk in the extreme boots. Her toes screamed at her with each step, but he was much stronger than her and had no difficulty propelling her forward.
The new room was a dining room, and it had a romantic looking table set for two. In the center of the table was a large covered silver platter that presumably held the dinner they would share. April saw candles set up around the room though she couldn't tell if they were real or electric through the red tinted eyes of her mask.
Baxter led his date to her seat, and she buzzed in relief as her weight was taken off her poor toes. She tried to stretch them out to help relieve some of the pain, but the boots were much too rigid. She would have to wait till she was allowed to take them off.
Once she was seated, the lower set of hands reached down to the bottom of the chair and took hold of a pair of leather straps. They pulled the straps up and buckled them over her legs. While those hands were doing that, her other set of hands were reaching for another set of straps dangling from the back of the chair. Those straps ended up wrapped around her stomach just below her breasts. Both sets were pulled tight.
Realizing what her own traitorous hands had just done to her, she started buzzing angrily and trying to get back up. It didn't matter if she was standing, she just didn't want to be buckled into the chair, unable to leave it. The fact that the buckles were necessary at all didn't bode well in her mind.
Now that she was seated, Baxter helped her scoot the chair into the table, further pinning her in place. It was evidently what she wanted though judging by how she was struggling thought Baxter.
Now Baxter took his seat across the small table from her. "All set," he announced, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Shall we get started?"
"Bzzzz! Bzzzz, bzzzz, bzzzzz!"
"Wonderful!" he exclaimed. With a flourish, he ripped the cover off of the platter revealing the surprise beneath.
If April could have, she would have gagged at the sight. The platter had been filled to overflowing with old and rotten garbage. Most of it looked like it had been food at one point, but it most definitely wasn't anymore.
Just as April was swearing to herself that she would never eat any of that stuff, one of her hands picked up the serving fork and dished a pile of the refuse onto her own plate. She watched as Stockman did the same, though his pile was larger than her own. Now he picked up his plate and she watched in disgust as his own proboscis, which was hidden most of the time, now extended out of his mouth like a straw. She watched, feeling queasy, as he sucked some of the garbage from his plate into his mouth.
Now her own hands were picking up her plate of garbage just as she had seen him do. She also felt the tube that had been tickling the back of her throat now coming out of her mouth, and she knew the proboscis thing sticking out of her mouth had just elongated just like his had. She tried pulling away, but her head could only go so far back before it connected with the back of the chair. The stiffness of the mask made it very difficult for her to turn her head away. She felt the end of her proboscis make contact with her plate, but she vowed no matter what that she would not suck anything up.
She could now almost taste the garbage with the end of her proboscis immersed in it. She wanted to be sick and vomit the meager breakfast she'd bolted down that morning on her way out her door, but nothing was coming up. Suddenly, she felt a strange vibration on her lips and jaw.
Garbage from her plate began filling her mouth. She hadn't done anything, but it was being sucked up nonetheless through her straw-like proboscis where it was deposited on the back of her tongue. She couldn't stop the suction either. Once it filled her mouth, the new garbage started pushing everything else down her throat, and she knew she had to swallow to avoid choking. Mouthful after mouthful went down her throat and right into her stomach.
Unbeknownst to April, as food started entering her body, a small computer embedded in the fabric of her suit, the very computer giving Baxter the ability to control her arms, released a torrent of enzymes into her bloodstream through thousands of needles embedded in her skin from sternum to belly button. The toxins would help April digest the garbage filling her stomach. They would completely counteract the potentially deadly nature of the garbage she was being force fed. April didn't feel a thing.
April swallowed another mouthful of the garbage and gulped in air before the next load of garbage came through the proboscis. She struggled mightily to get out of the chair and away from the plate of garbage in her hands, but it was no use. The belts held her in place in the chair too well, and the sturdy construction of the chair meant she wouldn't be able to break it no matter how she fought. It was no use.
Finally, her plate had been sucked clean. She felt the vibrating in her jaw stop and then the proboscis tube began sliding back into her mouth. She was done. Finally, that ordeal was behind her. She let out an exhausted sounding buzz as she returned the plate to the table and slumped, as much as was possible, in her chair.
"You looked like you enjoyed that," commented Baxter as he finished his plate as well. "I went through the food I could find last night to find the best things for you and let them ripen in here over night. Have some more, if you like."
Heck no, she wouldn't have any more! But what was this? Her hands were picking up her plate and dishing another pile of garbage onto it? No! This pile was even bigger than the first!
Her proboscis again extended out of her mouth, and she felt the vibrating begin again in her jaw as the end of her proboscis buried itself in the garbage on her plate again. April was again forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the disgusting mush filling her plate, but she was too exhausted to fight anymore. As tears of frustration leaked from her eyes and were absorbed into the material of her mask, she continued filling her stomach.
She had never, in her long association with the Turtles and fighting evil felt so violated. She been transformed into a cat and nearly killed Splinter. A mad scientist had briefly turned her into a fish. Baxter Stockman had even managed to turn her, and her coworkers, into giant insects once. The only time she'd nearly lost her humanity though was when she'd turned into a cat. This was worse than all those experiences combined. She didn't look human anymore with the mask, 4 arms, and wings, but she was fully aware of everything being done. She couldn't vocalize any of her thoughts or feelings, but that didn't stop Stockman from interpreting her attempts in whatever way he chose. Now she was being stuffed with literal garbage, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. She could only sit there and feel her stomach fill up.
Seeing that his date was eagerly eating a second helping of the meal he'd worked hard to prepare for her, Baxter decided to have some more too. He took his own plate and piled more garbage onto it too. The two of them then ate the contents of their separate plates, April making buzzing noises between each mouthful that he chose to interpret as being eager and excited exclamations.
"Well, that was delicious," he said, sitting back in his own chair. "And you know one of the hidden beauties of eating like this is that you don't have to worry about cleaning up afterwards. It only gets better with age."
Now she really wanted to be sick. It still wouldn't come though. She wanted to vomit up all the literal trash she'd just been forced to eat, but she didn't actually feel nauseated in the least bit. It was all in her head, but her body really did not seem to mind what it had just ingested.
"Well, I want to thank you for the wonderful evening," began Baxter. "Who would have thought that a fly like me would get such a classy woman like you to be my date on Valentine's Day? Thank you. Now what do you say we get you back home?"
Finally, something she could fully support!
"Bzzzz, bzzzz!"
"Thank you, I had a great time tonight too," he said.
"Bzzzzz!"
"Are you sure? That sounds like a great idea. Let's get you home."
As her hands and arms now pushed her chair back away from the table and began unbuckling the straps around her legs and stomach, she couldn't help thinking about what she would do when she got home. First would be to get the horrid mask off. Or maybe she would free her feet first. Whichever, it would be great just to be free. She knew Stockman had done something to her to take control of her arms away from her, and she hoped it would return when she was out of his presence. She also hoped the extra pair of arms would go away on their own. She couldn't fathom how she would explain them away if they didn't.
Baxter helped his date to her feet again, and then with his arms wrapped around her back and her arms around his back, he helped her back into the living room and out the front door to his apartment. April buzzed in pain from each step.
Re: April O'Neil
It turned out that they were in an apartment building. It was nicer than her own. She found herself in a hallway, but she had no way of knowing which floor they were on. She also had no way of knowing where in the city they were. She was not looking forward to having to walk any distance at all.
"16, isn't it?" asked Baxter.
They had just stopped outside apartment 16. That was her apartment number, but this couldn't be it. April felt one of her arms connect with the doorknob and turn it. They then went into the apartment.
April gasped in surprise. How was this possible? She knew what the hall leading to her apartment door looked like. That had definitely not been it, yet here they were, standing in her apartment living room.
"Something wrong, my dear?" he asked.
"Bzzzz! Bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzz."
"Absolutely," he replied. He let go of her and walked to her couch, leaving her balancing precariously on her own feet. "This looks like a good spot."
Baxter extended a hand towards her, and one of her own met his. He pulled her to him making her walk to the couch. She groaned with each step, making buzzing noises. When she got to the couch, he helped her sit in the corner. He then sat next to her. April buzzed in distress when he pulled her legs up into his lap, turning her slightly on the couch to face him. He then put his other hands behind her back.
"Bzzzzz! Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzzz!"
"Yes, I think that would be good. May I touch them too?"
April didn't know what he was talking about. "Bzzzz!"
April's hands now gripped a pair of zippers ringing her breasts. Suddenly, she felt the cool air in the apartment on her naked breasts, and she realized that she had just unzipped her suit to reveal them to him.
"Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzz bzzzzz. Bzzzzz!"
She tried to squirm away from him. There was no way she wanted him seeing her naked chest. She definitely didn't want him touching it.
"Now slow down a bit," he said. "We'll get there. But first, a little foreplay."
Foreplay! What? No!
"Bzzzz! Bzzzz? Bzzzzz!"
She felt him rubbing her back, along her spine, which had always been one of her sensitive spots, and she arched her back away from his fingers, pressing her naked breast against his vest. One of his other hands was stroking her thigh and calf. He pressed one of his hands to her right breast, palming her breast and catching her nipple between two of his fingers. Even as her mind screamed no, she felt her body becoming aroused.
The computer lining her suit released a flood of hormones into her system. April didn't know it was happening. The needles between her skin and the suit were still fully in contact with her even though her chest was now bare. She felt blood rushing to her chest and groin, her body temperature heating up slightly in response to the rush of hormones. April thought it was her own body betraying her just like her hands had been doing since she awoke.
Baxter gripped the proboscis sticking out of April's mouth and twisted it a quarter turn counterclockwise. She felt it come loose in his hand, and then the tube was coming out of her mouth, but the ball remained firmly in place. Her own arms pulled him in close as he tightened his grip around her back. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on top of hers and his tongue was pushing into her mouth.
A normal fly didn't have a tongue, but Baxter Stockman wasn't a normal fly. He wasn't exactly human either, so while he still had a tongue, it had mutated and could stick a full foot out of his mouth. April couldn't close her mouth to deny him entry with the ball still in place, and she couldn't turn her head to the side either. She felt his foul, slimy tongue enter her mouth, forcing her lips wider open, and then she felt it going down her throat.
While his tongue was raping her mouth, he continued stroking her thigh and calf, massaging the muscles with his powerful claw. His hand kept a steady presence on her breast, squeezing it and pulling gently on the nipple.
April just knew she would be sick now. Somehow, she'd managed to eat two platefuls of garbage without getting sick. Now she was sitting on a couch, making out with a giant fly. She tried to pull herself away, but his claw kept her legs in his lap and her own arms around his back kept his hand pressed to her breast. She couldn't seem to pull her mouth away from his either. About all she was managing to do was rub her breast against his scratchy vest.
She didn't know how long it went on. It felt like an eternity. The entire time, she kept thinking she should be sick and wondering where the Turtles were. They had never let her down before. Sure there were the few times they didn't arrive in time to stop what the bad guys were doing, but they always arrived in time to stop things before they went too far. Well, they had gone too far at dinner. Now they were going too far again. Where were they? When would they come to her rescue? They had never let her down before.
Finally, he stopped. Without a word, he scooped her up and flew her to her bedroom. He then deposited her on the bed, and he landed beside it.
"Bzzzz! Bzzzzz!"
She tried to say no, but even without the proboscis in her mouth anymore, she still couldn't speak. Even as she tried to deny him, one of her arms pulled her face down on the bed, and then one set of arms went between her legs and the hands gripped her ankles in vise-like grips. The other set of arms crossed behind her thighs. In this position, she was holding herself in a perfect position for him and there was nothing she could do to protect herself.
"April, every fly dreams about the propagation of its genes. I never thought I would get to live that dream. I thought you hated me, but I guess I was wrong. Thank you so much for tonight. I love you!"
"BZZZZZ!"
April couldn't turn her head to the side to see what he was doing, but she didn't really need to. She felt a tug on the groin of her suit, heard a zipper, and then she felt cool air on her vulva. She then heard another zipper, and a moment later she felt the bed shift as he climbed on the bed behind her.
April was no virgin, so she knew what it felt like having her body aroused and what it did to her vagina. Generally, the more aroused she got, the easier it was when her boyfriends tried to enter her. Relationships never seemed to last long though because of her hectic life. She just never had much time for them.
Now, she knew by how aroused she already felt, that Stockman shouldn't have a difficult time entering her to rape her. Then again, she had never had the displeasure of seeing his penis, so who really knew. She just hoped the Turtles would hurry and get there. Didn't they think it was odd she hadn't shown up yet? She always visited them after work. So where were they?
Baxter wished April could see how well hung he was. The transformation to a fly had altered his manhood as well. He used to have a very small penis to match his small stature. Now, it was nearly a foot long and two inches thick fully erect. He buzzed a little closer to her, and then he touched the head of his penis to her womanhood, letting its weight press itself between her labia.
April tried to swing her buttocks away from him, but then he gripped her hips. Having two sets of hands meant he could hold her hips still while still gripping himself to keep himself on track. He began to enter her.
"BZZZZZZ!" She said, squeezing her eyes shut. "BZZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!"
She tried to close her hips to him, but then her arms between her legs pushed her knees farther apart. The arms that she had wrapped around the backs of her knees now moved, and she felt fingers on her labia pulling them to either side.
"BZZZZ!"
April shook her upper body in frustration but it did nothing to dislodge him from her vagina. She felt her body being stretched wider than any of her boyfriends had ever done. The only thing she had going for her was that she was at least well lubricated.
It was getting harder for her to breathe between his penis and the hormones raging through her body. She tried blocking what was happening from her mind, but all she could think was that she was being raped by a fly. What had she done to bring this upon herself? What could she do to stop it now that it was happening?
Baxter was almost there, just a bit more and he would be all the way in. He pulled her backwards with him as he sat back on the bed, and she let go of her ankles, moving into a sitting position. As they changed positions, her weight pushed her all the way down onto him, and then she gripped his thighs with her hands, holding her legs wide apart, straddling his lap. He directed them to the edge of the bed.
Now she could see exactly what was happening. The wall in front of them was dominated by floor-to-ceiling mirrored sliding closet doors, and she could clearly see their red-tinted reflections. She saw her legs, held wide apart, looking incredibly long and sexy with the white ballet boots on her feet. Her vagina was stretched wide around his gigantic grayish penis. One set of his arms had wrapped around her stomach, holding her tight against him. Her modest breasts spilled out of the skin tight jumpsuit, and she saw his hands coming up to grip them. She saw her own hands holding his thighs, helping to keep her on him, and the other set of hands going to rest on his hands now on her breasts. His tongue snaked out over her shoulder and the tip dipped inside her mouth as she looked straight ahead.
Baxter didn't have to pump his cock in and out of her. The fly part of his anatomy meant that he just had to be inside her, and then his cock would pulse inside her, sending his sperm straight into her womb, and he had lots of it.
April felt his penis throbbing inside her. She also felt a spreading warmth that was different than the rush of her blood as the hormones raged within her. Looking down at her taut stomach, she thought she could see a bulge where his penis head was. Knowing what was inside her and that he was filling her with his sperm in the most heinous unprotected sex she could think of, she again wanted desperately to be sick. She even tried to retch, but she couldn't make herself puke.
It felt good, for both Baxter and April. Baxter was in heaven. April's warm body enveloping him, milking his cock. He held her close, gripping her tight, kneading her breasts like dough, her hands on top of his urging him along. The taste of her mouth on the tip of his tongue caused him to salivate. He pulled her back as close as he could and pushed his tongue further in her mouth to her tongue where it fought weakly to push it back out.
How long was this going to last? She didn't think either her mind or her body could take much more of this. The pleasure she felt was incredible, but it hadn't yet crested. She didn't know if her mind would hold through this ordeal. She started fighting him again, trying to make him release her.
Baxter had been waiting for her to fight back again. It was what a real female fly would do when she was done mating. He needed her to climax still though. He directed one of the hands holding his on her breasts down to her groin where it found her clit and began rubbing and rolling it between her fingers.
"Bzzzz? Bzzzz. Bzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!"
It worked! She was in the middle of the most intense orgasm of her life. It was incredible. She didn't know if she could handle it, and she writhed on top of him, trying to make it stop.
"Bzzzz. Bzzzzz bzzzz bzzzz."
He started pulling out, and then he let her fall on her side on her bed. She collapsed at his side. He bent down, and her arms pulled him down for a big kiss. His tongue went deep in her mouth. He then put her proboscis back in her mouth and twisted to lock it in. He finished by slipping a vibrating dildo in her cunt and zipping her up.
"Bzzzz!" she said weakly.
"Good night to you too, sweetie," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow so we can talk about what to name the kids." He left her bedroom, switching off her light as he went.
April lifted her head for a moment to hear what he just said and then dropped back down in disgust. The Turtles had failed her. When she needed them the most, they hadn't come.
"16, isn't it?" asked Baxter.
They had just stopped outside apartment 16. That was her apartment number, but this couldn't be it. April felt one of her arms connect with the doorknob and turn it. They then went into the apartment.
April gasped in surprise. How was this possible? She knew what the hall leading to her apartment door looked like. That had definitely not been it, yet here they were, standing in her apartment living room.
"Something wrong, my dear?" he asked.
"Bzzzz! Bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzz."
"Absolutely," he replied. He let go of her and walked to her couch, leaving her balancing precariously on her own feet. "This looks like a good spot."
Baxter extended a hand towards her, and one of her own met his. He pulled her to him making her walk to the couch. She groaned with each step, making buzzing noises. When she got to the couch, he helped her sit in the corner. He then sat next to her. April buzzed in distress when he pulled her legs up into his lap, turning her slightly on the couch to face him. He then put his other hands behind her back.
"Bzzzzz! Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzzz!"
"Yes, I think that would be good. May I touch them too?"
April didn't know what he was talking about. "Bzzzz!"
April's hands now gripped a pair of zippers ringing her breasts. Suddenly, she felt the cool air in the apartment on her naked breasts, and she realized that she had just unzipped her suit to reveal them to him.
"Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzz bzzzzz. Bzzzzz!"
She tried to squirm away from him. There was no way she wanted him seeing her naked chest. She definitely didn't want him touching it.
"Now slow down a bit," he said. "We'll get there. But first, a little foreplay."
Foreplay! What? No!
"Bzzzz! Bzzzz? Bzzzzz!"
She felt him rubbing her back, along her spine, which had always been one of her sensitive spots, and she arched her back away from his fingers, pressing her naked breast against his vest. One of his other hands was stroking her thigh and calf. He pressed one of his hands to her right breast, palming her breast and catching her nipple between two of his fingers. Even as her mind screamed no, she felt her body becoming aroused.
The computer lining her suit released a flood of hormones into her system. April didn't know it was happening. The needles between her skin and the suit were still fully in contact with her even though her chest was now bare. She felt blood rushing to her chest and groin, her body temperature heating up slightly in response to the rush of hormones. April thought it was her own body betraying her just like her hands had been doing since she awoke.
Baxter gripped the proboscis sticking out of April's mouth and twisted it a quarter turn counterclockwise. She felt it come loose in his hand, and then the tube was coming out of her mouth, but the ball remained firmly in place. Her own arms pulled him in close as he tightened his grip around her back. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on top of hers and his tongue was pushing into her mouth.
A normal fly didn't have a tongue, but Baxter Stockman wasn't a normal fly. He wasn't exactly human either, so while he still had a tongue, it had mutated and could stick a full foot out of his mouth. April couldn't close her mouth to deny him entry with the ball still in place, and she couldn't turn her head to the side either. She felt his foul, slimy tongue enter her mouth, forcing her lips wider open, and then she felt it going down her throat.
While his tongue was raping her mouth, he continued stroking her thigh and calf, massaging the muscles with his powerful claw. His hand kept a steady presence on her breast, squeezing it and pulling gently on the nipple.
April just knew she would be sick now. Somehow, she'd managed to eat two platefuls of garbage without getting sick. Now she was sitting on a couch, making out with a giant fly. She tried to pull herself away, but his claw kept her legs in his lap and her own arms around his back kept his hand pressed to her breast. She couldn't seem to pull her mouth away from his either. About all she was managing to do was rub her breast against his scratchy vest.
She didn't know how long it went on. It felt like an eternity. The entire time, she kept thinking she should be sick and wondering where the Turtles were. They had never let her down before. Sure there were the few times they didn't arrive in time to stop what the bad guys were doing, but they always arrived in time to stop things before they went too far. Well, they had gone too far at dinner. Now they were going too far again. Where were they? When would they come to her rescue? They had never let her down before.
Finally, he stopped. Without a word, he scooped her up and flew her to her bedroom. He then deposited her on the bed, and he landed beside it.
"Bzzzz! Bzzzzz!"
She tried to say no, but even without the proboscis in her mouth anymore, she still couldn't speak. Even as she tried to deny him, one of her arms pulled her face down on the bed, and then one set of arms went between her legs and the hands gripped her ankles in vise-like grips. The other set of arms crossed behind her thighs. In this position, she was holding herself in a perfect position for him and there was nothing she could do to protect herself.
"April, every fly dreams about the propagation of its genes. I never thought I would get to live that dream. I thought you hated me, but I guess I was wrong. Thank you so much for tonight. I love you!"
"BZZZZZ!"
April couldn't turn her head to the side to see what he was doing, but she didn't really need to. She felt a tug on the groin of her suit, heard a zipper, and then she felt cool air on her vulva. She then heard another zipper, and a moment later she felt the bed shift as he climbed on the bed behind her.
April was no virgin, so she knew what it felt like having her body aroused and what it did to her vagina. Generally, the more aroused she got, the easier it was when her boyfriends tried to enter her. Relationships never seemed to last long though because of her hectic life. She just never had much time for them.
Now, she knew by how aroused she already felt, that Stockman shouldn't have a difficult time entering her to rape her. Then again, she had never had the displeasure of seeing his penis, so who really knew. She just hoped the Turtles would hurry and get there. Didn't they think it was odd she hadn't shown up yet? She always visited them after work. So where were they?
Baxter wished April could see how well hung he was. The transformation to a fly had altered his manhood as well. He used to have a very small penis to match his small stature. Now, it was nearly a foot long and two inches thick fully erect. He buzzed a little closer to her, and then he touched the head of his penis to her womanhood, letting its weight press itself between her labia.
April tried to swing her buttocks away from him, but then he gripped her hips. Having two sets of hands meant he could hold her hips still while still gripping himself to keep himself on track. He began to enter her.
"BZZZZZZ!" She said, squeezing her eyes shut. "BZZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!"
She tried to close her hips to him, but then her arms between her legs pushed her knees farther apart. The arms that she had wrapped around the backs of her knees now moved, and she felt fingers on her labia pulling them to either side.
"BZZZZ!"
April shook her upper body in frustration but it did nothing to dislodge him from her vagina. She felt her body being stretched wider than any of her boyfriends had ever done. The only thing she had going for her was that she was at least well lubricated.
It was getting harder for her to breathe between his penis and the hormones raging through her body. She tried blocking what was happening from her mind, but all she could think was that she was being raped by a fly. What had she done to bring this upon herself? What could she do to stop it now that it was happening?
Baxter was almost there, just a bit more and he would be all the way in. He pulled her backwards with him as he sat back on the bed, and she let go of her ankles, moving into a sitting position. As they changed positions, her weight pushed her all the way down onto him, and then she gripped his thighs with her hands, holding her legs wide apart, straddling his lap. He directed them to the edge of the bed.
Now she could see exactly what was happening. The wall in front of them was dominated by floor-to-ceiling mirrored sliding closet doors, and she could clearly see their red-tinted reflections. She saw her legs, held wide apart, looking incredibly long and sexy with the white ballet boots on her feet. Her vagina was stretched wide around his gigantic grayish penis. One set of his arms had wrapped around her stomach, holding her tight against him. Her modest breasts spilled out of the skin tight jumpsuit, and she saw his hands coming up to grip them. She saw her own hands holding his thighs, helping to keep her on him, and the other set of hands going to rest on his hands now on her breasts. His tongue snaked out over her shoulder and the tip dipped inside her mouth as she looked straight ahead.
Baxter didn't have to pump his cock in and out of her. The fly part of his anatomy meant that he just had to be inside her, and then his cock would pulse inside her, sending his sperm straight into her womb, and he had lots of it.
April felt his penis throbbing inside her. She also felt a spreading warmth that was different than the rush of her blood as the hormones raged within her. Looking down at her taut stomach, she thought she could see a bulge where his penis head was. Knowing what was inside her and that he was filling her with his sperm in the most heinous unprotected sex she could think of, she again wanted desperately to be sick. She even tried to retch, but she couldn't make herself puke.
It felt good, for both Baxter and April. Baxter was in heaven. April's warm body enveloping him, milking his cock. He held her close, gripping her tight, kneading her breasts like dough, her hands on top of his urging him along. The taste of her mouth on the tip of his tongue caused him to salivate. He pulled her back as close as he could and pushed his tongue further in her mouth to her tongue where it fought weakly to push it back out.
How long was this going to last? She didn't think either her mind or her body could take much more of this. The pleasure she felt was incredible, but it hadn't yet crested. She didn't know if her mind would hold through this ordeal. She started fighting him again, trying to make him release her.
Baxter had been waiting for her to fight back again. It was what a real female fly would do when she was done mating. He needed her to climax still though. He directed one of the hands holding his on her breasts down to her groin where it found her clit and began rubbing and rolling it between her fingers.
"Bzzzz? Bzzzz. Bzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!"
It worked! She was in the middle of the most intense orgasm of her life. It was incredible. She didn't know if she could handle it, and she writhed on top of him, trying to make it stop.
"Bzzzz. Bzzzzz bzzzz bzzzz."
He started pulling out, and then he let her fall on her side on her bed. She collapsed at his side. He bent down, and her arms pulled him down for a big kiss. His tongue went deep in her mouth. He then put her proboscis back in her mouth and twisted to lock it in. He finished by slipping a vibrating dildo in her cunt and zipping her up.
"Bzzzz!" she said weakly.
"Good night to you too, sweetie," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow so we can talk about what to name the kids." He left her bedroom, switching off her light as he went.
April lifted her head for a moment to hear what he just said and then dropped back down in disgust. The Turtles had failed her. When she needed them the most, they hadn't come.
Re: April O'Neil
It took a long time for April's body to come down from the sexual high it was on when Stockman left her lying on the bed. Part of it was because her suit continued to send elevated levels of hormones into her bloodstream. A big factor was also the vibrator trapped between her legs buzzing against her clitoris and inside her. Another factor was her helplessness.
All through the night so far, she had been mostly powerless to stop anything that had happened. First it had been her forced transformation into a human fly. Next it was being forced to eat two platefuls of garbage. Then it was having a forced make out and groping session with someone she found to be completely and utterly disgusting. Next was of course the forced sex and then the forced orgasm. Now, she could hardly move, her arms still refusing to obey her will.
Never had April been so completely objectified by anyone, and she had come to realize the helplessness, the powerlessness when she was abducted, was a major turn-on for her. She would never admit it, not to anyone. She could still enjoy sex with her next boyfriend, whoever that happened to be, it just wouldn't be quite as hot or steamy as it could be.
As April managed to turn over onto her back from her side, she let her legs spread wide apart. She couldn't comfortably close her legs with the dildo inside her, so it was easier to just open them. It also drew the latex of her suit over her groin tighter, pushing the dildo a little deeper. She could feel the sloshing of his thick, gooey sperm trapped inside her by the dildo plugging her, as well as the now partially digested garbage in her stomach. Thoughts of the two combining inside her simultaneously filled her with revulsion and aroused her.
April continued to make buzzing noises through her proboscis as she alternately groaned in disgust and moaned in pleasure for the next few hours. It was late at night when her tired mind finally succumbed to sleep.
*****
Tonight had been a dream come true for Baxter. He'd secretly harbored a crush for April since he first saw her on the news before she'd really become famous. It was a secret joy getting to work with her over the years, kidnapping her, and tying her up on occasion. Tomorrow would be even better though and he had much to do to get ready. It was good that the night was still relatively young.
Setting this day and night up had taken a lot of preparation. He couldn't have done it without his AI supercomputer friend and his fly friends. When he'd finally returned from banishment, he'd found a way to create some modest wealth for himself, wealth to which no one would be the wiser until it was too late. He had used some of it to buy an upscale apartment building in the middle of Queens. It was easy to put up the "under construction" signs that would keep out most prying eyes.
Next, he disabled the elevators and dismantled the stairs on the bottom three floors. He only needed the top floors for his plans, so losing the bottom floors was no great loss. In fact, he'd planned for it.
Next, he set his AI up in its own apartment and attached a top of the line 3D printer to it. As long as he brought in the right materials, his friend could make anything he asked for. It was amazing what the wasteful humans threw away, so it was incredibly easy to get whatever he needed from the local garbage dumps.
He sent his flies out to scour the city and find out where his beloved lived. It hadn't taken long because she was often so easy to track. He had then set them to monitoring her and taking pictures of her apartment using tiny cameras he mounted to them. With the pictures, he and his AI were able to convert apartment 16 into a perfect replica, even down to the dirty laundry, of her apartment.
The final items the AI generated were the clothes April now wore and several copies of them, a new set of clothes for tomorrow, something to help make her transition easier, and a new gun. Testing the gun was one of the things Baxter needed to do before tomorrow.
The gun was no ordinary gun. It was a highly sophisticated Anatomy Add Remove Replace ray. As the name suggested, it could add or remove things to or from an organic creatures anatomy. It could also replace pieces of anatomy with other things. Those other things could be other parts of the organism's body, another organism's body, or something else altogether. It didn't even have to be organic material that was being added, removed, or replaced. Before he even thought about using it on April, he had to test it on someone or something else. It would be best if the test subjects could not be traced back to him too, so they would likely be unwilling.
Willing or not, that wasn't a problem for Baxter. It needed to be done, so he would do it. Who knew, he might even have fun! Before leaving, he scanned several objects from April's closet.
Baxter flew low over the city until he got to Central Park. He then circled under the cover of darkness until he found a couple sitting on the grass enjoying a romantic picnic. The girl was cute, so with it set to Add, he pointed the gun at her and pulled the trigger. A bright energy corona appeared around her and suddenly the purple pump with a 4 inch heel had attached itself to the poor girls face right over her mouth and nose. The couple appeared confused by what had just happened, and then they started screaming and looking around for the cause of what they had just witnessed. The girl's cries were strangely muffled.
The Add function worked perfectly. He flew around the park to find another test subject. He spotted a pair of women, and they were holding hands. He'd heard that same gender couples were more prevalent than they had been when he'd been banished, but he hadn't seen very many of them yet. He pointed the gun at one of the girls as she was in the middle of saying something, checked the settings, and then he pulled the trigger.
This time, there was another bright corona of energy around the woman. When it disappeared, instead of one of April's shoes being stuck over the woman's mouth, her mouth was completely gone. To her partner, she appeared to have simply stopped talking, but then they looked at each other. Even from high above, he could see the woman's girlfriend get wide-eyed in alarm as she realized her date didn't have a mouth anymore.
Baxter pumped his fists in glee as he flew off in search of the final test subject. He found another couple on the other end of the park, another boy and girl. They were sitting under a tree, kissing. He set the gun to the Replace function and programmed the settings. He then pointed the gun at both of them and fired.
The energy corona enveloped both young people this time. It was brighter and lasted longer than before. When it finally dissipated, the couple were still kissing. They evidently hadn't noticed what happened, so engrossed were they in each other. He knew it wouldn't take long at all for them to see what he'd done if they ever opened their eyes. He had replaced her entire head with his and his head with hers. They would no doubt be very confused.
The gun was a success. Three perfect tests, and all three conformed perfectly with the parameters of the tests. Now he just had to get back home and start getting April ready for tomorrow. It would be a big day for her. Though he'd likely forever changed the lives of the 4 test subjects, he wasn't overly concerned. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the advancement of science.
All through the night so far, she had been mostly powerless to stop anything that had happened. First it had been her forced transformation into a human fly. Next it was being forced to eat two platefuls of garbage. Then it was having a forced make out and groping session with someone she found to be completely and utterly disgusting. Next was of course the forced sex and then the forced orgasm. Now, she could hardly move, her arms still refusing to obey her will.
Never had April been so completely objectified by anyone, and she had come to realize the helplessness, the powerlessness when she was abducted, was a major turn-on for her. She would never admit it, not to anyone. She could still enjoy sex with her next boyfriend, whoever that happened to be, it just wouldn't be quite as hot or steamy as it could be.
As April managed to turn over onto her back from her side, she let her legs spread wide apart. She couldn't comfortably close her legs with the dildo inside her, so it was easier to just open them. It also drew the latex of her suit over her groin tighter, pushing the dildo a little deeper. She could feel the sloshing of his thick, gooey sperm trapped inside her by the dildo plugging her, as well as the now partially digested garbage in her stomach. Thoughts of the two combining inside her simultaneously filled her with revulsion and aroused her.
April continued to make buzzing noises through her proboscis as she alternately groaned in disgust and moaned in pleasure for the next few hours. It was late at night when her tired mind finally succumbed to sleep.
*****
Tonight had been a dream come true for Baxter. He'd secretly harbored a crush for April since he first saw her on the news before she'd really become famous. It was a secret joy getting to work with her over the years, kidnapping her, and tying her up on occasion. Tomorrow would be even better though and he had much to do to get ready. It was good that the night was still relatively young.
Setting this day and night up had taken a lot of preparation. He couldn't have done it without his AI supercomputer friend and his fly friends. When he'd finally returned from banishment, he'd found a way to create some modest wealth for himself, wealth to which no one would be the wiser until it was too late. He had used some of it to buy an upscale apartment building in the middle of Queens. It was easy to put up the "under construction" signs that would keep out most prying eyes.
Next, he disabled the elevators and dismantled the stairs on the bottom three floors. He only needed the top floors for his plans, so losing the bottom floors was no great loss. In fact, he'd planned for it.
Next, he set his AI up in its own apartment and attached a top of the line 3D printer to it. As long as he brought in the right materials, his friend could make anything he asked for. It was amazing what the wasteful humans threw away, so it was incredibly easy to get whatever he needed from the local garbage dumps.
He sent his flies out to scour the city and find out where his beloved lived. It hadn't taken long because she was often so easy to track. He had then set them to monitoring her and taking pictures of her apartment using tiny cameras he mounted to them. With the pictures, he and his AI were able to convert apartment 16 into a perfect replica, even down to the dirty laundry, of her apartment.
The final items the AI generated were the clothes April now wore and several copies of them, a new set of clothes for tomorrow, something to help make her transition easier, and a new gun. Testing the gun was one of the things Baxter needed to do before tomorrow.
The gun was no ordinary gun. It was a highly sophisticated Anatomy Add Remove Replace ray. As the name suggested, it could add or remove things to or from an organic creatures anatomy. It could also replace pieces of anatomy with other things. Those other things could be other parts of the organism's body, another organism's body, or something else altogether. It didn't even have to be organic material that was being added, removed, or replaced. Before he even thought about using it on April, he had to test it on someone or something else. It would be best if the test subjects could not be traced back to him too, so they would likely be unwilling.
Willing or not, that wasn't a problem for Baxter. It needed to be done, so he would do it. Who knew, he might even have fun! Before leaving, he scanned several objects from April's closet.
Baxter flew low over the city until he got to Central Park. He then circled under the cover of darkness until he found a couple sitting on the grass enjoying a romantic picnic. The girl was cute, so with it set to Add, he pointed the gun at her and pulled the trigger. A bright energy corona appeared around her and suddenly the purple pump with a 4 inch heel had attached itself to the poor girls face right over her mouth and nose. The couple appeared confused by what had just happened, and then they started screaming and looking around for the cause of what they had just witnessed. The girl's cries were strangely muffled.
The Add function worked perfectly. He flew around the park to find another test subject. He spotted a pair of women, and they were holding hands. He'd heard that same gender couples were more prevalent than they had been when he'd been banished, but he hadn't seen very many of them yet. He pointed the gun at one of the girls as she was in the middle of saying something, checked the settings, and then he pulled the trigger.
This time, there was another bright corona of energy around the woman. When it disappeared, instead of one of April's shoes being stuck over the woman's mouth, her mouth was completely gone. To her partner, she appeared to have simply stopped talking, but then they looked at each other. Even from high above, he could see the woman's girlfriend get wide-eyed in alarm as she realized her date didn't have a mouth anymore.
Baxter pumped his fists in glee as he flew off in search of the final test subject. He found another couple on the other end of the park, another boy and girl. They were sitting under a tree, kissing. He set the gun to the Replace function and programmed the settings. He then pointed the gun at both of them and fired.
The energy corona enveloped both young people this time. It was brighter and lasted longer than before. When it finally dissipated, the couple were still kissing. They evidently hadn't noticed what happened, so engrossed were they in each other. He knew it wouldn't take long at all for them to see what he'd done if they ever opened their eyes. He had replaced her entire head with his and his head with hers. They would no doubt be very confused.
The gun was a success. Three perfect tests, and all three conformed perfectly with the parameters of the tests. Now he just had to get back home and start getting April ready for tomorrow. It would be a big day for her. Though he'd likely forever changed the lives of the 4 test subjects, he wasn't overly concerned. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the advancement of science.
Re: April O'Neil
April awoke knowing something had changed. She'd hoped that the events of the previous night would prove to just be an elaborate nightmare brought on by having some bad chocolate or something. She knew that was not the case though when she woke up.
She sat up in bed, using one of her arms to prop herself up. Her room was exactly as she remembered it, but she knew it couldn't really be her room. Then she looked down at her hand and realized that she had control of her limbs again. She would have rejoiced if it wasn't for what else she saw.
The other thing she noticed was that her stomach was noticeably bigger than it had been yesterday morning. She was pretty sure it wasn't from the food she'd had last night, though she couldn't discount it entirely. It was possible something had expanded while she digested it. She knew dead bodies tended to bloat as they decomposed, and she hoped that wasn't what was happening now. Having eaten garbage was bad enough without the thought of also having eaten a dead body.
Of course, the alternative was even worse. If it wasn't something she'd eaten, it had to be something else. There was only one other thing he'd done to her last night that could potentially account for her larger stomach. That couldn't be it though, could it? It had only been last night. How could her stomach already be this big if that were what had happened?
No. Just thinking about it was bad. Again, she wanted to be sick, but her body just wasn't cooperating. At least she had the use of her hands and arms back. It was time to get out of this dress and bug outfit. It was time for her to get out of there and find help.
*****
Baxter knocked on April's apartment and she answered two minutes later. She still wore the bug mask from the day before, but she had changed into a clean latex jumpsuit and new pair of white ballet boots. Even after being able to remove the vibrator and use the restroom, her stomach was still larger than it should have been.
"Good morning, my dear," he said, flying in the door. He then looked down at her stomach. "My, my, April, I'm glad I came over. Shall we sit?"
April nodded her head and buzzed. She then took his hand and walked confidently in the heels to her couch. Baxter was only mildly surprised by her new ability. He had already visited her that morning and used the gun on her while she slept. One of the changes he'd made was to replace the bones in her legs and feet with titanium.
Perhaps the biggest change he'd made was still only partially apparent to April. One of the things his AI had created was a second AI controlled by it. The second AI resided completely in a small chip no bigger than a fingernail, and Baxter had used the gun to attach it to April's brain. Before, the AI had been controlling April's robotic arms and the computerized suit using the antennae on her mask. The computer chip in her brain was now overriding the pain her feet and legs were still experiencing from the boots.
As they sat down, April draped one arm around his neck and then put her legs in his lap. As she did it, she tried to fight what her body was doing. She had no control now. She had thought, when she was able to move her arms on her own, that she'd regained use of them, but then she found out that wasn't completely true. Her arms, and now the rest of her body, only seemed to obey some of her commands.
In truth, that was exactly what was happening. Her entire body had now been hijacked. The computer chip in her brain intercepted all transmissions from her brain to parts of her body and from her body to her brain and filtered according to specific programming what was sent. Where it didn't agree with a message, it either ignored it, or it modified the message to make her do what it wanted instead. The exchange was quick enough that April would not know the difference.
April struggled now against her own body to get up and get as far from him as possible. From the moment she heard his knock, she had lost total control over her body. Up until then, she was still able to do things on her own to some extent. She couldn't remove the mask, and her body had refused to obey her when she wanted to put one of her normal jumpsuits and boots on.
Now one of her hands had made its way down between his legs and gently gripped his manhood. She could actually feel it now. Yesterday, her hands had been completely numb, and she couldn't feel any of the things she'd done with them. It was as though they weren't even hers. Now, she could feel, but she again had no control.
Another thing Baxter had done with his gun was to remove her arms. With how they'd been bound behind her back, it was actually easier to just remove them. Then he'd used the gun to alter her skeletal structure to add the extra pair of arms. Finally, he added the robotic arms to her skeleton, clothing them in her own flesh and muscles.
"Looks like we have much to discuss, April," he said, squeezing her leg. "I wanted to thank you again for the wonderful time I had last night."
"Bzzzz bzzzz, bzzzz!"
"You're welcome. Anyway, I was hoping we might be able to try it again."
"Bzzzz, bzzz bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz."
"I'm glad you say that. How do you feel about family?"
"Bzzzz, bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz."
"I agree, it's very important. I think it's important for children to have a nurturing mother and father."
April really didn't like where this conversation seemed to be heading, and she had no idea what her mouth was saying. It didn't sound like anything she was trying to say.
"Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz."
"Was he, mine was a big part of mine too. He was why I went into science."
Baxter slid April's legs off his lap and got down on the floor in front of her on one knee. Through the red lenses of her mask, she saw that he had taken a small box out of his pants pocket. He opened it to reveal one of the largest diamonds she had ever seen.
"April O'Neil, it would make me very happy if you would be my wife."
She was stunned. How was this happening? It had to be a joke. Was there a camera running somewhere? Where was Vern hiding? He would do almost anything to humiliate her.
"BZZZZ!"
He took the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger as she held her hand out to him. It was a perfect fit, as he knew it would be. April then jumped to her feet and pulled him up for a hug. She held her ring up behind his back to look at it as they hugged each other, and she lifted one foot behind her.
"You will? Oh, April, you have just made me the happiest fly on earth."
NO! I didn't say yes! Take that thing off me! It's awful! I'll never marry a disgusting creature like you.
The two sat back down on the couch, and April again put her legs in his lap.
"When would you like to do it?" he asked, stroking her legs.
NEVER!
"BZZZZZ!"
"Tonight? Yes, I suppose that would be for the best. I will need to round up a few things. I will have a dress delivered to you today. How does that sound?"
NO! I don't want a dress! I just want to get out of here and away from you!
"Bzzzz!"
"Wonderful! I'll make sure it gets done. You'll make a perfect mother for our children, and being half human and half fly will make them more powerful than any silly human. Even those turtles won't stand a chance against them. I'll rule the world, and you'll be right beside me, my queen."
What? What a horrible vision! So this is what he's planning. All he needed was to get some poor woman pregnant, and then when she gave birth, his little bastard children would make her ruler! I have to warn the Turtles.
"Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz?"
"You know, I'd thought about that too, but there's no one in my life more important than you. Why would I want to invite anyone else to the wedding? Besides, we don't really have much time."
"Bzzzz bzzzz. Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz. Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzz bzzzz bzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz"
"Good. I love the way you think too. It's settled then. Let's go back to my apartment for some breakfast and then you can have the rest of the day to get yourself ready."
Oh, no! No, I don't want breakfast with you!
"Bzzzz bzzzz!"
"You're welcome!"
April got to her feet before Baxter, and then she helped him to his. They walked arm in arm out her door and then to his apartment.
She sat up in bed, using one of her arms to prop herself up. Her room was exactly as she remembered it, but she knew it couldn't really be her room. Then she looked down at her hand and realized that she had control of her limbs again. She would have rejoiced if it wasn't for what else she saw.
The other thing she noticed was that her stomach was noticeably bigger than it had been yesterday morning. She was pretty sure it wasn't from the food she'd had last night, though she couldn't discount it entirely. It was possible something had expanded while she digested it. She knew dead bodies tended to bloat as they decomposed, and she hoped that wasn't what was happening now. Having eaten garbage was bad enough without the thought of also having eaten a dead body.
Of course, the alternative was even worse. If it wasn't something she'd eaten, it had to be something else. There was only one other thing he'd done to her last night that could potentially account for her larger stomach. That couldn't be it though, could it? It had only been last night. How could her stomach already be this big if that were what had happened?
No. Just thinking about it was bad. Again, she wanted to be sick, but her body just wasn't cooperating. At least she had the use of her hands and arms back. It was time to get out of this dress and bug outfit. It was time for her to get out of there and find help.
*****
Baxter knocked on April's apartment and she answered two minutes later. She still wore the bug mask from the day before, but she had changed into a clean latex jumpsuit and new pair of white ballet boots. Even after being able to remove the vibrator and use the restroom, her stomach was still larger than it should have been.
"Good morning, my dear," he said, flying in the door. He then looked down at her stomach. "My, my, April, I'm glad I came over. Shall we sit?"
April nodded her head and buzzed. She then took his hand and walked confidently in the heels to her couch. Baxter was only mildly surprised by her new ability. He had already visited her that morning and used the gun on her while she slept. One of the changes he'd made was to replace the bones in her legs and feet with titanium.
Perhaps the biggest change he'd made was still only partially apparent to April. One of the things his AI had created was a second AI controlled by it. The second AI resided completely in a small chip no bigger than a fingernail, and Baxter had used the gun to attach it to April's brain. Before, the AI had been controlling April's robotic arms and the computerized suit using the antennae on her mask. The computer chip in her brain was now overriding the pain her feet and legs were still experiencing from the boots.
As they sat down, April draped one arm around his neck and then put her legs in his lap. As she did it, she tried to fight what her body was doing. She had no control now. She had thought, when she was able to move her arms on her own, that she'd regained use of them, but then she found out that wasn't completely true. Her arms, and now the rest of her body, only seemed to obey some of her commands.
In truth, that was exactly what was happening. Her entire body had now been hijacked. The computer chip in her brain intercepted all transmissions from her brain to parts of her body and from her body to her brain and filtered according to specific programming what was sent. Where it didn't agree with a message, it either ignored it, or it modified the message to make her do what it wanted instead. The exchange was quick enough that April would not know the difference.
April struggled now against her own body to get up and get as far from him as possible. From the moment she heard his knock, she had lost total control over her body. Up until then, she was still able to do things on her own to some extent. She couldn't remove the mask, and her body had refused to obey her when she wanted to put one of her normal jumpsuits and boots on.
Now one of her hands had made its way down between his legs and gently gripped his manhood. She could actually feel it now. Yesterday, her hands had been completely numb, and she couldn't feel any of the things she'd done with them. It was as though they weren't even hers. Now, she could feel, but she again had no control.
Another thing Baxter had done with his gun was to remove her arms. With how they'd been bound behind her back, it was actually easier to just remove them. Then he'd used the gun to alter her skeletal structure to add the extra pair of arms. Finally, he added the robotic arms to her skeleton, clothing them in her own flesh and muscles.
"Looks like we have much to discuss, April," he said, squeezing her leg. "I wanted to thank you again for the wonderful time I had last night."
"Bzzzz bzzzz, bzzzz!"
"You're welcome. Anyway, I was hoping we might be able to try it again."
"Bzzzz, bzzz bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzz."
"I'm glad you say that. How do you feel about family?"
"Bzzzz, bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz."
"I agree, it's very important. I think it's important for children to have a nurturing mother and father."
April really didn't like where this conversation seemed to be heading, and she had no idea what her mouth was saying. It didn't sound like anything she was trying to say.
"Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz."
"Was he, mine was a big part of mine too. He was why I went into science."
Baxter slid April's legs off his lap and got down on the floor in front of her on one knee. Through the red lenses of her mask, she saw that he had taken a small box out of his pants pocket. He opened it to reveal one of the largest diamonds she had ever seen.
"April O'Neil, it would make me very happy if you would be my wife."
She was stunned. How was this happening? It had to be a joke. Was there a camera running somewhere? Where was Vern hiding? He would do almost anything to humiliate her.
"BZZZZ!"
He took the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger as she held her hand out to him. It was a perfect fit, as he knew it would be. April then jumped to her feet and pulled him up for a hug. She held her ring up behind his back to look at it as they hugged each other, and she lifted one foot behind her.
"You will? Oh, April, you have just made me the happiest fly on earth."
NO! I didn't say yes! Take that thing off me! It's awful! I'll never marry a disgusting creature like you.
The two sat back down on the couch, and April again put her legs in his lap.
"When would you like to do it?" he asked, stroking her legs.
NEVER!
"BZZZZZ!"
"Tonight? Yes, I suppose that would be for the best. I will need to round up a few things. I will have a dress delivered to you today. How does that sound?"
NO! I don't want a dress! I just want to get out of here and away from you!
"Bzzzz!"
"Wonderful! I'll make sure it gets done. You'll make a perfect mother for our children, and being half human and half fly will make them more powerful than any silly human. Even those turtles won't stand a chance against them. I'll rule the world, and you'll be right beside me, my queen."
What? What a horrible vision! So this is what he's planning. All he needed was to get some poor woman pregnant, and then when she gave birth, his little bastard children would make her ruler! I have to warn the Turtles.
"Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz?"
"You know, I'd thought about that too, but there's no one in my life more important than you. Why would I want to invite anyone else to the wedding? Besides, we don't really have much time."
"Bzzzz bzzzz. Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz. Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzz bzzzz bzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz"
"Good. I love the way you think too. It's settled then. Let's go back to my apartment for some breakfast and then you can have the rest of the day to get yourself ready."
Oh, no! No, I don't want breakfast with you!
"Bzzzz bzzzz!"
"You're welcome!"
April got to her feet before Baxter, and then she helped him to his. They walked arm in arm out her door and then to his apartment.
Re: April O'Neil
April returned to her apartment an hour later, walked to her door by Baxter, her fiance. At her door, they had engaged in a long session of making out, before April was finally able buzz that it was time for her to get ready.
Her stomach was even bigger now than it had been when she woke up, though half of that was due to eating another two platefuls of garbage. She'd again wanted to puke, but nothing would come up. If possible, it tasted even worse after having sat out all night.
She had no intention of getting ready for the farce wedding, at least not in her mind. She did want to take a shower, perhaps wash some of his filth off her, though with it now growing inside her, she wasn't sure how much good a shower would do.
Her hands and body were mostly obeying her again. She was able to sit on the edge of her bed and take her boots off. She was able to also strip out of the latex jumpsuit. What really surprised her most though was that she was even able to strip the mask off her face and then remove the thing gagging her, turning her face and speech into that of s fly.
"Oh, that feels good," she said, opening and closing her mouth a few times to work out the aches and stiffness.
Before she got completely naked, she went into her bathroom, relieved her bladder and bowels again while the shower warmed up, and then she stood in front of her mirror, completely naked. How had he done it? She asked, examining the extra set of arms sprouting from her sides. She felt along the edges where they met her sides, and she was amazed, and horrified, at how real they looked. It appeared as though she had always had them. How was it possible to grow a new pair of arms in just a few hours though?
April washed and allowed herself to enjoy the thrum of the water hitting her naked flesh. If it hadn't been for the extra arms, distended belly, and awful taste in her mouth from the garbage, she could almost have forgotten everything that was happening.
When the water started getting cool, she turned it off and dried herself off. Still completely naked, she found herself picking up the bottle of her favorite perfume and spraying it on her neck, breasts, and then her vagina and butt hole. That was something she had never done before!
She then went back to her room, still completely naked. On her bed, she found a beautiful white wedding dress, the very one she had fantasized for many years about wearing one day. It had been worn by her mother, grandmother, and great grandmother when each of them had got married, and she had wanted to wear it herself. Each of them had made small alterations, but they had always kept it essentially the same.
Beside the dress was a new mask. Before she could even think to try to stop herself, she was picking it up and then she was pulling it down over her head. The new mask was very much like the first except that it fit a little more snugly. It had nothing covering her mouth, nose, or chin in any way though, except in that the bottom edge of the mask hid her nose from view. She would still have full use of it, but no one would be able to see it.
She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. It was as though her body didn't feel right at all without the mask on. Maybe it was because she'd worn the other one for so long that she was used to having it.
April returned to the bathroom where she continued getting ready by doing her hair and then applying makeup to her lips, chin, and the mask. Through most of this process, she had no control over her body. Her mind was just along for the ride, unable to shut any of it out because she couldn't even close her eyes.
Last of all, it was time to get in the dress. It was a little tricky trying to zip and button it up in the back, but it turned out having an extra set of arms was useful.
*****
Baxter stood at an alter waiting for his fiance. The chapel had been built out of 6 apartments on two of the upper floors of his building. He had gutted all the walls and the floor/ceiling separating the two floors. He had then overseen the reconstruction himself. He was quite proud of it.
Behind the altar stood a priest in full regalia. The wedding march was set to play when April entered. Along with the priest, he found a couple of adults that could be witnesses.
One of them was a clerk for the city who had just issued him a marriage license a few weeks ago. He was glad he'd had the foresight to get it. He wanted the marriage to be fully legal.
Baxter had butterflies in his stomach waiting for her. He kept fidgeting, shifting from one foot to the other and leaping a couple of feet into the air. The onlookers were all used to seeing him fly by now.
Suddenly, the wedding march started playing. Everyone looked to the back of the room. The double doors had opened and a lone figure dressed all in white and holding a bouquet of black flowers in her hands. Everyone gasped at the sight of her. Her veil hid the strange mask she wore on her face.
April walked down the aisle. Butterflies were in her stomach too, but they were from anxiously hoping for a way out of this mess before it was too late. The Turtles had already let her down twice, three times if you counted this morning's breakfast. What was to stop them from missing it this time too?
As April drew close, Baxter gave her his hand, helping her up the steps to his side in front of the altar.
"Dearly beloved," said the priest, "we are gathered together this day to witness the union of this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Marriage was instituted by God when he joined Adam and Eve. Since then, this blessed union between a man and his wife has been special and sacred.
Looking up from his prepared text, the priest said "Are there any gathered here today that object to this marriage?"
Neither Baxter nor April looked behind them to see if anyone had any objections. April wanted desperately to raise her hand, any one of the four, but they remained in place around the stem of dead flowers. She couldn't even wipe the smile off her face.
"Baxter Stockman. Do you take this woman, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to exercise dominion over her, all the days of her life?"
"I do," said Baxter.
"April O'Neil. Do you this... er... fly, to have and to hold, to bear his children, in sickness and in health, submitting always your will to his, doing nothing to displease him, all the days of your life?"
NO! NO, OF COURSE I DON'T! AND WHAT KIND OF VOW IS THAT?
"Yes, I do," she heard herself say.
"Then by the powers invested in me by this the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Baxter and April turned to each other, and then Baxter lifted her veil. He had to rise a little into the air to reach. Then, she pulled him in for a kiss. It was the first time their lips had ever actually met, and it was the first time she could push her own tongue into his mouth even as his tickled the back of her throat. The gathered audience clapped for joy.
"Mr and Mrs Stockman," said the clerk, approaching the newly weds. "Can I just have a quick moment?"
They stopped kissing and turned to face her, giving her their full attention.
"I just need your signatures real quick. Mrs Stockman, signing here will turn over your life, body, and all of your property to Mr Stockman. This is an unbreakable contract. Not even divorce will be able to annul this."
No way am I signing that!
April watched, unable to do anything to stop it, as she took the proffered quill and signed her name, O'Neil in parentheses, on the dotted line. She wanted to be sick.
"Mr Stockman, signing on this line will give you all legal authority to exercise dominion over Mrs Stockman. You will be the sole living being having that authority over her. This contract can only be broken by your will."
April watched as Baxter took the quill and signed the document as well.
"Excellent," said the clerk. "I will have the necessary copies made and the official version will be mailed to you next week. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes, it is," April heard herself say. "Thank you for arranging this for us."
Baxter took his wife's hands, and the two of them walked back up the aisle to the doors. As April walked, she realized her friends had let her down again. It was truly the time she needed them the most, but now it really was too late for them to do anything to help her. She was no longer April O'Neil. She would now and forever be known as April Stockman.
Her stomach was even bigger now than it had been when she woke up, though half of that was due to eating another two platefuls of garbage. She'd again wanted to puke, but nothing would come up. If possible, it tasted even worse after having sat out all night.
She had no intention of getting ready for the farce wedding, at least not in her mind. She did want to take a shower, perhaps wash some of his filth off her, though with it now growing inside her, she wasn't sure how much good a shower would do.
Her hands and body were mostly obeying her again. She was able to sit on the edge of her bed and take her boots off. She was able to also strip out of the latex jumpsuit. What really surprised her most though was that she was even able to strip the mask off her face and then remove the thing gagging her, turning her face and speech into that of s fly.
"Oh, that feels good," she said, opening and closing her mouth a few times to work out the aches and stiffness.
Before she got completely naked, she went into her bathroom, relieved her bladder and bowels again while the shower warmed up, and then she stood in front of her mirror, completely naked. How had he done it? She asked, examining the extra set of arms sprouting from her sides. She felt along the edges where they met her sides, and she was amazed, and horrified, at how real they looked. It appeared as though she had always had them. How was it possible to grow a new pair of arms in just a few hours though?
April washed and allowed herself to enjoy the thrum of the water hitting her naked flesh. If it hadn't been for the extra arms, distended belly, and awful taste in her mouth from the garbage, she could almost have forgotten everything that was happening.
When the water started getting cool, she turned it off and dried herself off. Still completely naked, she found herself picking up the bottle of her favorite perfume and spraying it on her neck, breasts, and then her vagina and butt hole. That was something she had never done before!
She then went back to her room, still completely naked. On her bed, she found a beautiful white wedding dress, the very one she had fantasized for many years about wearing one day. It had been worn by her mother, grandmother, and great grandmother when each of them had got married, and she had wanted to wear it herself. Each of them had made small alterations, but they had always kept it essentially the same.
Beside the dress was a new mask. Before she could even think to try to stop herself, she was picking it up and then she was pulling it down over her head. The new mask was very much like the first except that it fit a little more snugly. It had nothing covering her mouth, nose, or chin in any way though, except in that the bottom edge of the mask hid her nose from view. She would still have full use of it, but no one would be able to see it.
She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. It was as though her body didn't feel right at all without the mask on. Maybe it was because she'd worn the other one for so long that she was used to having it.
April returned to the bathroom where she continued getting ready by doing her hair and then applying makeup to her lips, chin, and the mask. Through most of this process, she had no control over her body. Her mind was just along for the ride, unable to shut any of it out because she couldn't even close her eyes.
Last of all, it was time to get in the dress. It was a little tricky trying to zip and button it up in the back, but it turned out having an extra set of arms was useful.
*****
Baxter stood at an alter waiting for his fiance. The chapel had been built out of 6 apartments on two of the upper floors of his building. He had gutted all the walls and the floor/ceiling separating the two floors. He had then overseen the reconstruction himself. He was quite proud of it.
Behind the altar stood a priest in full regalia. The wedding march was set to play when April entered. Along with the priest, he found a couple of adults that could be witnesses.
One of them was a clerk for the city who had just issued him a marriage license a few weeks ago. He was glad he'd had the foresight to get it. He wanted the marriage to be fully legal.
Baxter had butterflies in his stomach waiting for her. He kept fidgeting, shifting from one foot to the other and leaping a couple of feet into the air. The onlookers were all used to seeing him fly by now.
Suddenly, the wedding march started playing. Everyone looked to the back of the room. The double doors had opened and a lone figure dressed all in white and holding a bouquet of black flowers in her hands. Everyone gasped at the sight of her. Her veil hid the strange mask she wore on her face.
April walked down the aisle. Butterflies were in her stomach too, but they were from anxiously hoping for a way out of this mess before it was too late. The Turtles had already let her down twice, three times if you counted this morning's breakfast. What was to stop them from missing it this time too?
As April drew close, Baxter gave her his hand, helping her up the steps to his side in front of the altar.
"Dearly beloved," said the priest, "we are gathered together this day to witness the union of this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Marriage was instituted by God when he joined Adam and Eve. Since then, this blessed union between a man and his wife has been special and sacred.
Looking up from his prepared text, the priest said "Are there any gathered here today that object to this marriage?"
Neither Baxter nor April looked behind them to see if anyone had any objections. April wanted desperately to raise her hand, any one of the four, but they remained in place around the stem of dead flowers. She couldn't even wipe the smile off her face.
"Baxter Stockman. Do you take this woman, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to exercise dominion over her, all the days of her life?"
"I do," said Baxter.
"April O'Neil. Do you this... er... fly, to have and to hold, to bear his children, in sickness and in health, submitting always your will to his, doing nothing to displease him, all the days of your life?"
NO! NO, OF COURSE I DON'T! AND WHAT KIND OF VOW IS THAT?
"Yes, I do," she heard herself say.
"Then by the powers invested in me by this the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Baxter and April turned to each other, and then Baxter lifted her veil. He had to rise a little into the air to reach. Then, she pulled him in for a kiss. It was the first time their lips had ever actually met, and it was the first time she could push her own tongue into his mouth even as his tickled the back of her throat. The gathered audience clapped for joy.
"Mr and Mrs Stockman," said the clerk, approaching the newly weds. "Can I just have a quick moment?"
They stopped kissing and turned to face her, giving her their full attention.
"I just need your signatures real quick. Mrs Stockman, signing here will turn over your life, body, and all of your property to Mr Stockman. This is an unbreakable contract. Not even divorce will be able to annul this."
No way am I signing that!
April watched, unable to do anything to stop it, as she took the proffered quill and signed her name, O'Neil in parentheses, on the dotted line. She wanted to be sick.
"Mr Stockman, signing on this line will give you all legal authority to exercise dominion over Mrs Stockman. You will be the sole living being having that authority over her. This contract can only be broken by your will."
April watched as Baxter took the quill and signed the document as well.
"Excellent," said the clerk. "I will have the necessary copies made and the official version will be mailed to you next week. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes, it is," April heard herself say. "Thank you for arranging this for us."
Baxter took his wife's hands, and the two of them walked back up the aisle to the doors. As April walked, she realized her friends had let her down again. It was truly the time she needed them the most, but now it really was too late for them to do anything to help her. She was no longer April O'Neil. She would now and forever be known as April Stockman.
Re: April O'Neil
April was truly in distress. What had just happened? How could she have gone through with all of that? Not only was she now married, and to a fly at that, she had just signed her life away. Why couldn't she stop it? What was she going to do now? How was she going to get out of this mess?
Normally, she would have found some way to contact the Turtles, and they would have come rushing to her aid. It was true that she had not been able to contact them as of yet, but they should have been able to track her communicator. Donnie installed a GPS tracker just for this kind of situation, so why weren't they using it? The Turtles had failed her meaning she could no longer rely on them for help. She would have to find her own way out of this. But how?
As she'd finished getting herself ready for her wedding, a silent prisoner in her own mind and body, she'd been powerless to stop herself from putting the a new pair of white ballet boots on her feet. She'd been equally powerless to stop her hands as they tied the layers of petticoats around her hips, securing the special straps around her shoulders to keep it in place around her growing abdomen. The tight dress with its voluminous skirt went on next. It was a good thing that it had been altered to include elastic paneling on the sides of the bodice or she wouldn't have fit at all. Finally, her hands had put the veil on her head.
Now, as she walked down the hall of the apartment building, taking mincing, yet confident, steps on the tips of her toes, she was powerless to stop the procession to a new part of the building. She felt Baxter's rough, disgusting skin on her hands, but she couldn't pull away.
They arrived. Baxter took a moment to unlock the door and push it slightly open, and then he scooped her up in his powerful arms. She wanted to cry when she initiated another vomit-worthy kiss which involved them both driving their own tongues into each others mouth as deep as they would go. Now, even if she could make herself puke, his tongue would block its passage up her throat. She could feel it practically in her chest now.
"Here we are, my sweet," he said, ending the kiss. He carried her over the threshold into the room. "Our honeymoon suite and new home."
April looked around at the room. It had been dimly lit with the only illumination being provided by candles. She saw flower petals on the floor leading the way into another room. He carried her the entire way and then set her down on the bed. It was huge. The entire apartment and everything in it was bigger than anything she owned.
"I love it," she heard herself say. "I love you!"
"I love you too, April."
Their hands were all over each others body, stripping each other out of their wedding clothes. Soon they were both naked, except for her boots. She kept those on.
Now April got her first real look at his penis. Before, she had only seen its base with her vagina stretched wide around it. She wanted to scream because not only was it huge, it just had to be the most ugly thing she'd ever seen. It had been inside her.
Instead of screaming, she found herself kneeling down in front of him and kissing the head of his penis. She felt herself getting aroused again, and she licked his penis up and down its entire length. Baxter pulled her up to his face and they kissed each other deeply again.
Then he picked her up and deposited her on the bed. She fell backwards with her legs spread wide, and then he was between her legs. He began guiding his penis into her even as she tried to help by spreading her labia as much as they would part. She was so aroused that they didn't need any extra lubrication beyond what her own body provided, and he was soon all the way in.
April had her first orgasm right then. It happened suddenly, taking her by surprise. Though it ended up being short, it was intense, and she shut her eyes, just riding the pleasure out. When it was over, she felt his hands on her breasts, and she brought her own to his. He remained seated between her legs, his claw hands gripping her ankles and holding them in such a way that she couldn't pull herself off him even if her body wanted to.
She was crying. It was only in her head though. She felt and heard her own mouth saying nonsense, lovey-dovey type stuff, and she wanted to scream at herself to stop. She couldn't all she could do was sit there in her mind while her body was taken for a ride, unable to resist, only feeling everything as it was done to her.
Baxter and April remained in that position for an hour. Baxter had no need to pull out sooner, and April couldn't push him out even if she had control of herself. During that time, she experienced orgasm after orgasm until they were almost painful, leaving her feeling completely drained. She breathed a sigh of relief when it was finally over.
The night wasn't quite done yet though. Instead of letting his bride rest, Baxter picked her up and carried her to a closet against one wall. He then opened the door and set her down on her feet with her legs spread. The closet was empty as far as she could see, except for herself now.
Suddenly, she felt something sliding into her from behind. She wanted to jump, scream, and get out of the closet, but her body wouldn't obey her. Instead, she felt her legs part even more. The thing now trying to enter her was huge. It went inside her already stretched vagina, and then she felt something else enter her butt hole and then her urethra. She felt herself relieve her bladder into the thing and then she felt the thing in her butt suck her rectum clean. It was the most curious sensation.
With her body's waste removed, the thing in her vagina began to pulse and vibrate. She felt it expanding inside her, and then she felt its tip push into her womb. It was accompanied by a sharp pain which was then swallowed up in intense pleasure.
"What is this thing?" she asked, her voice much more calm than she felt.
"That, my dear, will help you give birth to our children," he explained, stroking her stomach.
Even as she watched, her stomach expanded even further. It doubled and then tripled in size until it looked like she'd somehow swallowed a beach ball. She was surprised that it didn't hurt at all.
"Children?" she asked. "You mean I have more than one baby in here?"
"Oh, I'm certain of it. Now, please try to get some sleep."
Baxter began closing the closet doors. She watched calmly as he did it even though she had never been more scared in her life. Now in complete darkness, all she had was the pleasure being wrought on her body by the thing between her legs. It was vibrating and pulsing inside her, expanding and contracting at intervals along its entire length. All she could do was close her eyes, her hands clasped around her gigantic belly. Somehow, she managed to even sleep.
Normally, she would have found some way to contact the Turtles, and they would have come rushing to her aid. It was true that she had not been able to contact them as of yet, but they should have been able to track her communicator. Donnie installed a GPS tracker just for this kind of situation, so why weren't they using it? The Turtles had failed her meaning she could no longer rely on them for help. She would have to find her own way out of this. But how?
As she'd finished getting herself ready for her wedding, a silent prisoner in her own mind and body, she'd been powerless to stop herself from putting the a new pair of white ballet boots on her feet. She'd been equally powerless to stop her hands as they tied the layers of petticoats around her hips, securing the special straps around her shoulders to keep it in place around her growing abdomen. The tight dress with its voluminous skirt went on next. It was a good thing that it had been altered to include elastic paneling on the sides of the bodice or she wouldn't have fit at all. Finally, her hands had put the veil on her head.
Now, as she walked down the hall of the apartment building, taking mincing, yet confident, steps on the tips of her toes, she was powerless to stop the procession to a new part of the building. She felt Baxter's rough, disgusting skin on her hands, but she couldn't pull away.
They arrived. Baxter took a moment to unlock the door and push it slightly open, and then he scooped her up in his powerful arms. She wanted to cry when she initiated another vomit-worthy kiss which involved them both driving their own tongues into each others mouth as deep as they would go. Now, even if she could make herself puke, his tongue would block its passage up her throat. She could feel it practically in her chest now.
"Here we are, my sweet," he said, ending the kiss. He carried her over the threshold into the room. "Our honeymoon suite and new home."
April looked around at the room. It had been dimly lit with the only illumination being provided by candles. She saw flower petals on the floor leading the way into another room. He carried her the entire way and then set her down on the bed. It was huge. The entire apartment and everything in it was bigger than anything she owned.
"I love it," she heard herself say. "I love you!"
"I love you too, April."
Their hands were all over each others body, stripping each other out of their wedding clothes. Soon they were both naked, except for her boots. She kept those on.
Now April got her first real look at his penis. Before, she had only seen its base with her vagina stretched wide around it. She wanted to scream because not only was it huge, it just had to be the most ugly thing she'd ever seen. It had been inside her.
Instead of screaming, she found herself kneeling down in front of him and kissing the head of his penis. She felt herself getting aroused again, and she licked his penis up and down its entire length. Baxter pulled her up to his face and they kissed each other deeply again.
Then he picked her up and deposited her on the bed. She fell backwards with her legs spread wide, and then he was between her legs. He began guiding his penis into her even as she tried to help by spreading her labia as much as they would part. She was so aroused that they didn't need any extra lubrication beyond what her own body provided, and he was soon all the way in.
April had her first orgasm right then. It happened suddenly, taking her by surprise. Though it ended up being short, it was intense, and she shut her eyes, just riding the pleasure out. When it was over, she felt his hands on her breasts, and she brought her own to his. He remained seated between her legs, his claw hands gripping her ankles and holding them in such a way that she couldn't pull herself off him even if her body wanted to.
She was crying. It was only in her head though. She felt and heard her own mouth saying nonsense, lovey-dovey type stuff, and she wanted to scream at herself to stop. She couldn't all she could do was sit there in her mind while her body was taken for a ride, unable to resist, only feeling everything as it was done to her.
Baxter and April remained in that position for an hour. Baxter had no need to pull out sooner, and April couldn't push him out even if she had control of herself. During that time, she experienced orgasm after orgasm until they were almost painful, leaving her feeling completely drained. She breathed a sigh of relief when it was finally over.
The night wasn't quite done yet though. Instead of letting his bride rest, Baxter picked her up and carried her to a closet against one wall. He then opened the door and set her down on her feet with her legs spread. The closet was empty as far as she could see, except for herself now.
Suddenly, she felt something sliding into her from behind. She wanted to jump, scream, and get out of the closet, but her body wouldn't obey her. Instead, she felt her legs part even more. The thing now trying to enter her was huge. It went inside her already stretched vagina, and then she felt something else enter her butt hole and then her urethra. She felt herself relieve her bladder into the thing and then she felt the thing in her butt suck her rectum clean. It was the most curious sensation.
With her body's waste removed, the thing in her vagina began to pulse and vibrate. She felt it expanding inside her, and then she felt its tip push into her womb. It was accompanied by a sharp pain which was then swallowed up in intense pleasure.
"What is this thing?" she asked, her voice much more calm than she felt.
"That, my dear, will help you give birth to our children," he explained, stroking her stomach.
Even as she watched, her stomach expanded even further. It doubled and then tripled in size until it looked like she'd somehow swallowed a beach ball. She was surprised that it didn't hurt at all.
"Children?" she asked. "You mean I have more than one baby in here?"
"Oh, I'm certain of it. Now, please try to get some sleep."
Baxter began closing the closet doors. She watched calmly as he did it even though she had never been more scared in her life. Now in complete darkness, all she had was the pleasure being wrought on her body by the thing between her legs. It was vibrating and pulsing inside her, expanding and contracting at intervals along its entire length. All she could do was close her eyes, her hands clasped around her gigantic belly. Somehow, she managed to even sleep.
Re: April O'Neil
Epilogue
As her womb was emptied of the fly/human hybrid egg embryos over the next 16 hours, April's body was assaulted with waves of some of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. Her babies, 11 of them total, were pulled from her uterus into the tube that had mated itself with her vagina. Each was about the size of a softball as they traveled slowly out of her body and were deposited in the ovipositor attached to her rear end.
When morning came, Baxter opened the closet door, holding a platter full of fresh garbage for his bride. She readily ate it as her children were pulled from her body. Baxter returned at lunchtime with another platter and again at dinnertime. She ate everything presented to her, filling her stomach nearly to bursting each time. In between meals, she remained in the dark closet as Baxter enjoyed time alone.
After 15 hours of the isolation, garbage meals, and intense pleasure, her mind finally broke. She could no longer resist, even mentally, what her body was being subjected to. The computer chip in her brain relayed this information to Baxter's AI who then relayed it to Baxter.
April's womb was finally empty of all egg/embryos, so she was released of her ovipositor. As he let her out of the closet, Baxter pointed his gun at her one final time. April was still too dazed from her ordeal to notice. The effect of the gun was to permanently bond her mask to her face, turning it into her real face. She would retain her human mouth and speech ability, but everything above the point of her nose was turned into a fly's face. She also retained her red hair. Baxter decided he liked her hair as it was and enjoyed kissing her human mouth more than he enjoyed having to deal with a proboscis.
Over the next few days, the children of April and Baxter Stockman emerged, fully formed. April was again mated with Baxter, and she was again attached to the ovipositor. This cycle continued every weekend.
The Turtles did notice the absence of their friend the same night she went missing, and though they tried to find her, their efforts all proved fruitless. The GPS tracker they'd given her had been disabled and had never been brought to the apartment building. They had no leads, nothing to indicate that Baxter was in any way involved.
It wasn't until the number of children Baxter and April produced started to exceed 100 that anyone had any clue of what was going on. By then, the two had amassed a powerful army and their children stormed city hall, taking it by force. It wasn't long afterwards that they took control of the White House too and overthrew the government. Baxter was declared Dictator. His army grew, showing no signs of stopping. It grew especially fast once the female and male children were mature enough to mate on their own though April kept up production at the rate of 8 to 20 children a week depending on how many of her own eggs were released.
THE END
As her womb was emptied of the fly/human hybrid egg embryos over the next 16 hours, April's body was assaulted with waves of some of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. Her babies, 11 of them total, were pulled from her uterus into the tube that had mated itself with her vagina. Each was about the size of a softball as they traveled slowly out of her body and were deposited in the ovipositor attached to her rear end.
When morning came, Baxter opened the closet door, holding a platter full of fresh garbage for his bride. She readily ate it as her children were pulled from her body. Baxter returned at lunchtime with another platter and again at dinnertime. She ate everything presented to her, filling her stomach nearly to bursting each time. In between meals, she remained in the dark closet as Baxter enjoyed time alone.
After 15 hours of the isolation, garbage meals, and intense pleasure, her mind finally broke. She could no longer resist, even mentally, what her body was being subjected to. The computer chip in her brain relayed this information to Baxter's AI who then relayed it to Baxter.
April's womb was finally empty of all egg/embryos, so she was released of her ovipositor. As he let her out of the closet, Baxter pointed his gun at her one final time. April was still too dazed from her ordeal to notice. The effect of the gun was to permanently bond her mask to her face, turning it into her real face. She would retain her human mouth and speech ability, but everything above the point of her nose was turned into a fly's face. She also retained her red hair. Baxter decided he liked her hair as it was and enjoyed kissing her human mouth more than he enjoyed having to deal with a proboscis.
Over the next few days, the children of April and Baxter Stockman emerged, fully formed. April was again mated with Baxter, and she was again attached to the ovipositor. This cycle continued every weekend.
The Turtles did notice the absence of their friend the same night she went missing, and though they tried to find her, their efforts all proved fruitless. The GPS tracker they'd given her had been disabled and had never been brought to the apartment building. They had no leads, nothing to indicate that Baxter was in any way involved.
It wasn't until the number of children Baxter and April produced started to exceed 100 that anyone had any clue of what was going on. By then, the two had amassed a powerful army and their children stormed city hall, taking it by force. It wasn't long afterwards that they took control of the White House too and overthrew the government. Baxter was declared Dictator. His army grew, showing no signs of stopping. It grew especially fast once the female and male children were mature enough to mate on their own though April kept up production at the rate of 8 to 20 children a week depending on how many of her own eggs were released.
THE END