The room contained four beds that were angled up at about twenty degrees from the vertical, and we were directed to lay against them. Not wanting to suffer Biff’s fate we complied without argument and watched as Biff was laid against one and strapped in.
“I hope you two will comply without fuss,” grunted the guard, turning to us and approaching.
“No fuss from me,” replied Trevor.
“Same.”
“Good,” he grunted, starting to strap Trevor in.
“Is that necessary?” I gulped “We’re agreeing to play nice.”
The man shrugged “Standard procedure.” Satisfied Trevor was secured, he turned to me, working my straps.
“You’re so dead when I get out!” screamed Biff, regaining his faculties once more, “Don’t you know who my father is? When he hea-“. Biff’s protests were cut short when one of the Capture Officers gagged him.
“I am fully aware who your father is,” sighed Carter “In fact it was he who has had you brought in. We hoped that you’d come along quietly and were prepared to go leniently on you, but you’ve left us no choice.” He shook his head and turned to me and Trevor. “As for you two, I see no reason not to administer the regular treatment to you.”
“Treatment?” I asked nervously.
“Ah yes, where are my priorities,” he chuckled “As you know you are here to be repurposed. What that entails is administering a revolutionary gene therapy developed by McMillan Industries.” He gestured to a tray of syringes. “A simple injection is all it takes and you’ll become more suitable for Repurposing. It should only take a minute or so to take effect. After we are satisfied you’ll be taken down to the Centre proper where you’ll be assigned lodgings and can begin your Repurposing. We offer a wide range of trading and services to assist you in this, but you’ll be informed of the details later.” He crosses to the tray and sorted through some bottles of serums. Finding the one he wanted, he filled a syringe from it and crossed to Biff.
“You however,” he addressed Biff, “will receive a special formula of the serum. Because of your refusal to comply we have no choice but to administer it.” He turned back to us and smiled “And in case you two still harboured any thoughts of rebelling yourselves, bare in mind that I have no reservations of administering this to you too.” He turned back to Biff and finding an vein in his arm, plunged the syringe in and administered the full dose.
We watched silently. At first nothing happened, then suddenly Biff convulsed, his back arching, straining against his restraints. His muscles melted away to nothing and his waist pulled in narrowly. With a crack his hips flared out and his chest began to swell. To our shock his tee shirt stretched, then burst as breasts that must have been at least a J cup formed. His back slammed against the table and his head whipped forwards, flinging a mass of long blond hair over his face. He shook his head and looked up in terror, his face now that of some sort of bimbo. His eyes were wide for a moment, then relaxed and around his ball gag his lips, now plump, stretched into a moronic grin. With a sigh his, or rather her I guessed was the correct term now, shoulders slumped.
The guard removed the gag and started removing the restraints.
Carter smiled at Biff and said “Now dear, isn’t that much better?”
“Uh huh,” nodded Biff, her lips forming an O shape as their neutral expression. Her eyes were glassy as if she barely comprehended anything going on around her.
Carter smiled and said “Now follow the nice gentleman and he’ll take where you need to go.”
“Okiedokie,” giggled Biff. She glanced down at the guard’s crotch and licked her lips. Trevor and I stared at each other horrified.
“W-what happened to him?” asked Trevor.
“She was Repurposed. The special treatment renders our more difficult clients more docile and easier to manage. Unfortunately the severe mental simplification and nyphomania means they can’t be retained in the same way as compliant subjects like yourselves. They’re taken straight to auction.”
“Auction?” I asked confused.
“Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. Once we have administered your treatment you will be taken to have lodgings assigned to you where you will sleep during your stay with us. While staying with us you can partake in our various training courses and even have further treatments administered. Of course all these cost credits which you can earn by partaking in a range of jobs offered by the Centre. Once you feel you’ve been adequately repurposed you can opt to go for auction, and if you run out of credits and are unable to pay your daily lodge you’ll automaticall be put up for auction.” He grinned at us. “Then people from all over the world will bid on you. Depending on their disposition you can end up being anything from an addition to their family to a live-in servant. As for those like the young lady that just left us, her particular treatment has rendered her as perfect mistress or trophy wife material so there’s no need of training, so she’s off to auction immediately.”
I swallowed and looked over at Trevor, vowing to not let that happen to me.
Carter smiled and crossed to the syringes. “As you two are compliant, normally you’d automatically get the standard treatment, however starting to day we’re testing a new one out so you two get to pick which you’d rather. The standard treatment will turn you into an average female version of yourselves as you are now.”
“And the other?” asked Trevor.
Carter made a face “Not something I’d personally recommend; it’ll turn you mostly female but you’ll retain certain...male attributes.” He gestured at his crotch. “Dunno why anyone would opt for it as it’s bound to hurt your auction value unless you get someone who’s into that sort of thing bidding”. He shrugged and the smile returned “Sowhich would you rather?”
