"No, please! I didn't do it! I'm innocent!" I begged, but the guards held no mercy and were far too strong for me to resist. Especially since I was bound in shackles.
The criminal transformation center wasn't far from the coart house, but the whole walk felt like a decent into hell. I had no idea what my "victim" had planned for me.
Once through the facility's checkpoint, my chains were removed, but so was my orange jumpsuit. My limbs were strapped to four spread out rails that dragged me naked through the air, spread eagle, while hoases, scrubs and spinning brushes washed, soaped, rinced and polished my sputtering body as if I were a car going through a carwash. A thick bulbe shoved its way inside me hard enough that it made me per myself. Then it proceded with several rounds of enemas until nothing came out but clear water. It finidhed with a full body blow-dryer.
I hung limp as technicians came and took me down. These guys weren't as big as the guards on standby, but I was so rattled that I barely put up a fight as they strapped me into a table and gaged me.
It was a metal table surrounded by dosens of attachment points for bondage. Once I was securely strapped down, they slid the table into a massive machine that resembled an MRI machine, but on steroids. The last thing I saw before going in was Adam talking to a technician by a display showing all kinds of customisable body plans and creatures. He seemed very excited about it. Victor's eyes though were steering me down full of hate and vengeance. He added to the conversation only a few words, which I couldn't hear over the humming machinery, but I knew it wasn't anything good. The guy really thought I'd raped his boyfriend after all.
The machine began to light up. Parts spun up. Plasmas formed in rings around me. I half expected someone to do a count down, but if they did, it had been drowned out by the noise. Lightning arched into me. Steam flowed out from the machine like dry ice at a rave party. Strange forces pulled and pulled on my limbs. A heavy pulsating thrumbed through my naked body like the bace of a huge woofer. Tingling flowed through me. It wasn't exactly painful. Well, the electricity was a bit, but most of all it just felt weird. My body was changing, inch by inch. I writhed in the heart of that focused storm for at least thirty minutes, as they made tiny adjustment to the details of my form, making me perfect for my new owners, Adam and Victor.