In the dimly lit room, a woman named Elana paced, her heart pounding like a caged beast. Her reflection in the dusty mirror showed a face contorted in horror and revulsion. She barely recognized herself, her body now a twisted mockery of its former self. A week ago she had been abducted by a man calling himself Malachi as she was walking from her hotel. She couldn’t remember te details of what happened. Doubtlessly this was due to whatever drug he used to render her unconscious. She had awoken in this dark room.

The room had a single metal door, which was sealed by a combination lock. The was were covered in thick maroon curtains. Elana couldn’t tell, but she thought she was below ground, since there were no windows. The only light came from fixtures recessed into the ceiling. In the center of the room was a metal chair, or was it a table? The chair reminded her of a medical table. But it was hinged at each end of the seat so that it could be bent into different shapes. The middle of the thing was able to tilt as well. This reminded her of a lawn chair.

She dared not image what Malachi wanted to do to her. It seemed that he wante dher in that chair, but she could not allow that. She had to escape!

Malachi entered the room and locked the door behind him. He stood in the shadows, his eyes glinting like cold stars. “Elana,” he said, his voice a low, seductive rumble, “you cannot resist your nature. You are a creature of desire. I have brought you here because I know your true nature. You unconsciously long to release it.”

She spat at him, “I am no creature! I’m a hostage of a sick, disturbed person.”. Elana’s defiance was met with a chilling laugh from Malachi. He stepped closer, the light casting eerie shadows on his face. “Resist all you want, Elana,” he whispered, his voice now a hypnotic lull, “but your body knows its master. You have been unhappy because you are forced to live the life of a binary simpleton. You are so much more creative and complex. Society has stifled your true essence, and repressed your potential. I am going to free you.”

“What are you think you’re going to do to me? Whatever it is, I won’t let you.” She lunged at him, but Malachi deftly avoided her.

“I have already done what I intended to do.” he told her. Now, the rest is up to you.

“What are you talking about?”, she demanded. A wave of heat washed over her. She felt strange, but she could not define exactly what the feeling was.

Malachi held up an empty syringe. “I have given you the capability that you always wanted. Haven’t you always wondered what it would be like to have a penis?”

Elana stared at him confused. She had such thoughts in idle moments, but it have never been something she was infatuated with. “You gave me hormones?”

Malachi rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Nothing so common. I came into possession of a cure. A treatment which truly changes a person.”

Elana decided this guy was truly crazy. But then she realized some of the sensation she was experiencing was coming from her crotck. She was afraid to investigate.

“Every decision is yours, Elana. You can do nothing, and this treatment will wear off eventually.But if you make use of your new body parts, they will become permanent, and addictive. I said parts plural because you will be growing testicles as well. You are already potent, even though they have not yet decended.”

Elana felt her new appendage stir. What she had mistook for anxiety was an arousal which was building. Now that she was cognizant of it, it felt like an insatiable hunger. She tried to push the sensation away, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. Her breath grew ragged, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She wanted to fight it, but her body was betraying her, responding to some primal call she couldn’t ignore.

Malachi came closer, the light revealing his tight, muscular physique. He wore an outfit of red silk. The gray stubble on his face implied he was much older than her, but he looked extremely fit. “Surrender, Elana,” he urged, his voice now a seductive purr. “Give in to what you are. Taste yourself, feel your power.”

Her mouth filled with saliva at the thought, her body aching with a desire she’d never known. She wanted to scream, to fight, but her hands were already moving, slowly, inexorably, towards her new, unwanted appendage, her heart pounding like a frantic drum in her chest. She tried to move away from him, but her feet were rooted to the spot, as if the very air around her was solidifying, trapping her in place.

“Stop it,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, stop this madness.”

Malachi’s lips curled into a cruel smile, and he turned the lights slightly brighter. “I cannot stop what has already begun, Elana,” he said, his voice now a dark, seductive melody. “Your body is awakening, your desires surfacing. You cannot deny your nature any longer.”

Her hands, traitorous and trembling, rubbed the crotch of her pants. She grabbed the waist and pulled it forward to see if this insanity was really true. She looked down, passed her white crop top, to see a curled penis sticking out of her body. It emerged right at her clitoris. Infact it seemed to be part of her clitoris in some fashion. She wrapped her hands around her throbbing flesh, her fingers barely able to encircle its massive girth. She felt a surge of revulsion and shame, but it was drowned out by the rising tide of lust that threatened to consume her. Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest heaving as she fought against the overwhelming sensation.

“Try out your new self, Elana,” Malachi commanded, his voice echoing in her mind, drowning out her own thoughts. “Feel the power of it.” Elana’s hands, slick with sweat and desire, began to move, stroking the length of her new appendage. She wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to stop this, but it was like her body was no longer her own; Like she was a marionette, and Malachi held the strings. Malachi reached out and quickly unbuttoned her pants. He pulled the zipper down and stepped back away from her. Her pants began to slowly fall down her legs as she touched herself. She didn’t want Malachi to see her body, but at the same time she wanted to get a ood look at her new genitals. It was still somewhat difficult to see in the dim light.

Her breath felt hot, her heart pounding like a wild drum in her chest. Her pants slid to her ankles, leaving only her light blue panties to conceal her modesty. But they could not begin to conceal the new monster she was carrying. She could feel the heat building within her, a fire that threatened to consume her entire being. Her body ached, yearned, craved in ways she’d never imagined possible.

“Stop it,” she whispered, to herself, her willpower waning. “Please, stop this.” Did men always feel this much sexual energy? No wonder they were horn dogs.

Malachi’s smile was cold, unyielding. “I cannot stop what you truly want, Elana,” he said, his voice a dark, seductive purr. “You want to taste yourself, to feel your power. You want to surrender to your desires.”

Her hands moved faster, her strokes more urgent, her body responding to his words like a match to kindling. She could feel the heat building, the pressure increasing, her body tensing in anticipation. The waitband of her panties pulled back as Elana inspected her penis. underwear fell down her legs, landing on her pants. Malachi was looking right at her nakedness, but she didn’t want to think about that. Her concentration was on her body. Would she stay like this forever?

“Resist no more, Elana,” Malachi urged, Elana’s breath hitched in her throat as her traitorous hands, slick with sweat and desire, wrapped around her throbbing flesh. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but her body was no longer her own. Her hands began to move, stroking her new appendage, so that it grew larger and longer. Every part of it she touched sent a thrill through her.

“Stop it,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes filled with tears of shame and humiliation. “Please, stop this.”

Malachi’s smile was cold, unyielding. “You are the only one who can decide what you want. You are in control, Elana,” he said, his voice a dark, seductive purr. “You want to touch yourself, to feel your fingers sending bliss throughout your body. You want to surrender to your erotic desires that you have always denied.”

Her hands moved faster, her strokes more urgent, her body responding to his words like a puppet on a string. She could feel the need building, the desire increasing, her reservations evaporating. She wanted to fight it, to let go of her compelling dick. She kept thinking about how wonderful it would be to have a dick to play with anytime she wanted it, and not have worry about putting up with a man. She could explore her penis in ways she would be embarassed to ask a man to let her do. Suddenly she thought about her friends wanting to see it; wanting to touch her amazing sexy addition.

Elana pulled her thoughts back together, mastering control over herself once more. Elana’s eyes flashed with anger. A spark of defiance ignited within her. She gritted her teeth, trying to reign in her traitorous body. “I won’t,” she growled, her voice laced with determination. “I won’t give in to this ... this ... perversion!”