Having spent the majority of its time with Jon, the Spirit drifted silently through the house, checking up on its other victims. Karyn lay on the master bed, still bound by the sheets that the Spirit had used to ensnare her. Her breathing was steady, and a quick dip into her mind showed the Spirit that she was coming along nicely, barely questioning her environment, finding pleasure and enjoyment in the experience. The Spirit was unsure as to how it would proceed with her, having never worked with a woman before, but it was sure that it could use her nicely for its ultimate goal, which was feminizing Jon and Kelli.
Fading out of the room, the Spirit found itself in the spare bedroom where Kelli was passed out in front of the computer. His position didn't seem very comfortable, neck dropped back, one leg forward, the other off to the side. Soon the Spirit would need to wake Kelli, give his body a break from the immersive experience, before putting him back in. The Spirit made a mental note to ensure that Kelli would be more comfortable next time.
Reaching out, the Spirit found Kelli leaving the apartment, completely wrapped up in the Girl World reality, not fighting against the experience at all. This pleased the Spirit. In all the years that it had manipulated men, transforming them, it had never taken this approach. Since it was working so well, two men and a woman, it might try it again. And again. And again...
Looking down at Kelli's body, the Spirit was disappointed. If the Spirit had a mouth, it would be frowning. Sure, the boy's body hair had fallen out, and his skin was now more sensitive, but other than that he hadn't physically progressed at all. That was the cost of the Spirit having to split its attention three ways. It was sure that everything would go perfectly, but just to be sure, it decided that Kelli was due for some personal attention.
Kelli was so happy to be making his way out of the apartment to finally enjoy his time at the famous Girl World island resort. He could tell that the day was going to be great. As he made his way across the main lobby of the apartment building, he could see that the day was bright, the sun was warm, and his adventures would abound. So excited had he been that he hadn't even stopped to get changed when he left the apartment. Stiletto shoes, dress, even apron, all what he had worn when cleaning up his bedroom, all a little soiled. Even the back of his dress, the slowly drying wet spot on his behind, most likely caused by a strange tea spill while sitting on his rescuer, Daddy's, lap, was at the bottom of his priority list. He wanted to get moving, not spend more time inside.
Ahead of him were two large workmen in overalls, each carrying a long hose attached to something outside. Each hose had a diameter of around a foot, and seemed to be heavy, since the men were struggling under their weight.
"Good morning, gentlemen," Kelli greeted the men as he approached them, adding a sway in this rear end to show a classic, manly swagger, "Looks like you're working hard today."
"Yearly duct cleaning, Toots" the man on the left grunted.
"Out of the way, Sweet-Cheeks," grunted the one on the right, indicating very warmly that Kelly should step aside and not be in the way.
Of course Kelli wanted to comply. He took a step to turn, but slipped on something on the floor, then fell forward, into the men. That's when it went wrong.
Instead of being caught in the strong arms of the workmen, Kelly fell chest-first into the large tubes, which immediately suctioned onto his body. His apron, and his dress, instantly disappeared into the tubes, leaving his body stuck, held up by the vacuum power.
"Holy shit!" The man on the left yelled, looking at Kelly dangling in the air, still holding his tube.
"Who turned the hoses on?!" The man on the right yelled.
To say that it was painful was an understatement. Kelli was in so much pain that he didn't have time to feel humiliated by hanging, exposed, in nothing by his heels and panties. No, Kelli could only think about the fact that each nipple felt like it was being pulled straight out of his body, and bringing a sizable amount of his pectorals with them. He screamed, he yelled, he flapped wildly, trying to get free. It was to no avail. All he could do was wait for rescue, once again.
Tears flowed down his face, making him look a mess, he was sure. No woman would want to be with a man so freely weeping, but Kelli didn't care. All he cared about was being freed from this horrible trap.
"Turn it off!" Both workmen shouted over their shoulders, but not to the effect that they wanted. Instead of the suction decreasing, Kelli felt the pressure increase! More and more pressure, more and more pain. Kelli imagined that his whole body would be sucked into the hoses, split in two, leaving him a bloody corpse.
"Not up, OFF!!!" they shouted again. This time it worked. Kelli dropped to the floor, a weeping, pain-wracked mess. Once he was free of the pressure, Kelli was relieved to be free, but still felt like he would be wounded, injured, for a long time coming. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his hands wet from touching a puddle of his tears, and stared at the two men, who were looking at him with strange grins on their face, hungry, predatory grins. His heart felt warm to know that even the workmen of this resort were kind and caring. But they weren't looking him in the eyes, however.
Kelli followed their gaze and saw that they were staring at his wounded chest. Bringing his hands up, he was surprised to find that his chest had now become immensely swollen. Two huge bumps had formed, one on each pectoral. What was even more surprising was how pleasurable they felt to touch. Gone was the pain of the suction, in its place was hot, flaring, bliss.
"Looking good, Sugar Tits," the man on the left said, offering a hand to help him up.
The man on the right didn't say anything, but laughed at the cleverness of his friend. Kelli laughed too. He could take a joke. Sure, it was Kelli's fault for being so clumsy, and really, there was no harm, no foul. Kelli finally had a big, manly chest to be proud of. Maybe now he'd have an even easier time picking up women!
The Spirit lifted from Kelli's body and admired the new, DD breasts that hung heavily off his chest. Yes, this new method of feminization was just perfect.
