You grow increasingly uneasy as Marie has dinner with you, or more accurately, with Sophie. The flirtation and sexual tension made it seem to last hours. After they finish their meal, Sophie and Marie share another long kiss, and Marie departs. One more uncomfortable moment arises for you as Sophie disrobes and crawls into bed naked. The soft sheets against her skin reminds you again how wrong and different the body your find yourself inside is from the masculine ideal which is programmed into you.
As Sophie falls asleep, you reflect on that last part. 'Programmed into you', are you even real? If you are just an artificial persona and memories loaded into this body, what does that make you? Eventually you fall into an uneasy sleep.
You are plagued with nightmares, the worst of which has Marie returning in the night, and engaging in sapphic lovemaking with Sophie. This adds a new layer of trauma the experiences of the past day, as at the same time as your mind is repulsed by what the body is seeing and doing; you feel the same pleasure that Sophie is experiencing.
As you wake in the morning, the feeling of arms wrapped around you confirm that it wasn't a dream.
You retreat inwards, not even paying attention to the world around you.
You pay attention again as you feel Sophie's emotional state spike.
'...were able to recover my equipment after their raid? Amazing! Where is it? This will save me months of work!' you hear Sophie say excitedly.
'We have it set up in the basement of this hotel, exactly as you had it. The frequent troop movement through here was perfect cover for the activities of setting it up. We tried to understand your work and finish it, but we had limited success.'
They continue talking as Marie leads Sophie to the basement.
You enter a room best described as a cross between a brewery and a high tech scrap yard. One side of the room is dominated by what look like copper stills, the other is a massive jumble of high tech debris.
Sophie circles the room, her mood like a kid on Christmas day.
She stops on the high tech side of the room, looking at a six sided metal pyramid.
'This is it, these are the three projects that will win us the war.'
Project Eve. I am so glad to see it here and intact. If the Boys knew this existed, they'd forget about their non-lethal conversion only policy and simply nuke this site.'
Marie has been trailing, along with a number of other uniformed women.
'What does it do? We figured out it emits some kind of radiation, but in our tests with a few prisoners, it didn't seem to do anything.' She asked.
Sophie smiled. 'Oh, it did, just not physically. It works on altering the mind, the original real mind of the person. For women, personality and willpower strengthens, as does their sex drive and lust for women. For men, their sex drive erodes. They lose interest in masculine things, and become more passive and submissive. They begin to feel uncomfortable with their physical selves. Over months, this develops into a powerful sense of self loathing. You end up with powerful confident women and timid self hating men.'
'This is all mostly in their subconscious, and takes months to progress. In very late stages, when the male mind is just a thin layer of ice over a female ocean, it will likely begin altering their behavior. In that state, when presented with an opportunity to join us, they will fall to their knees and beg for it.'
'That is where Project Hecate was to come into play. Feminize and beautify the body while preserving the mind. With even original Boys now having feminized minds, their should be no resistance to overcome and everyone should turn out as lovely as Marie and I. With no resistance, the last vestiges of the male personalities (real or artificial) should merge into the dominant female mind and be subsumed.'
Sophie walks over to the other side of the room, with the bubbling vats and stills.
'This was the last piece, the final part of the plan to eliminate the Boys. The idea was to make it so a converted woman could not be changed back into a Boy. I tried shields, armor, energy emitters, all with limited success. It was all either to difficult to build or maintain on a mass scale. Finally I created what I wanted in biology. A modified mitochondria that emits feminizing radiation when it dies. It could survive only in subcutaneous fat cells. When the Boys weapons attempt to masculinize the body, the fat cells contract as men lack the same fat layer under their skin. The mitochondria are ejected and rupture, counteracting the Boys weapons.'
'I had just started manufacture of it when they raided my lab. It looks like the tanks are now full. Marie, would you like to be the first Boy-Proof woman?'
The redhead smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
Sophie had the Lieutenant strip and climb into a tall glass tank. a breathing mask went into her mouth.
Pushing buttons, the tank rapidly filled with glowing pink liquid, and submerged her.
At first nothing seemed to be happening. Then you notice that the rather fit girl's slightly defined abs seemed to be smoothing out. You realize its not just here, but all over her body was slowly plumping up.
'The fat cells expand as they absorb the modified mitochondria. The fatty tissue also firms up quite a bit too.'
Marie's breasts are outpacing the rest of her, adding cup size after cup size. They jut proudly out from her chest, pressing together in the middle and expanding outwards in all directions.
'The adipose tissue in the breasts proved to be the ideal environment.' Sophie commented as they were all engrossed by the woman's expansion.
The console beeps, and the fluid drains.' Marie climbs out of the tank.
The redhead looks to have gained easily 30 pounds, with half of it going to her chest. Sophie's comment about the tissue firming up was no joke, as while Marie's breasts are now two massive globes larger than her head, they sit high and proud on her chest.
Her hips and ass were also major recipients of the new mass, her thighs thick and her butt ample and buoyant. Her stomach had softened and rounded out a little, almost looking like a little baby bump. Her face softened a little as well, her cheeks and lips fuller.
The onlooking women looked at her and to each other. The only questions in their minds were whether to volunteer to be next, or to try and get lucky with the plumped redhead.