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Shiftworld: Darkness

For every light, there is a bit of darkness. The converse is also true. On Shiftworld (Earth), the citizens have rapidly begun to figure out ways to gain the perfect punishment for a crime.

Gaia has been awake and become a terrible force of change for almost six years now, and people are still struggling to make sense of a world where a simple misstep could result in a sudden body alteration through no discernible source. Others have actually devoted all of their time over the years to finding a way to harness these forces and direct them to perform what could be considered miraculous healing. Similarly, these techniques have slowly been put into practice for the resolution of violent crimes.

William Hanklet had been a career criminal. He started with small thefts from comic and hobby shops at 10, and slowly worked up to the more dangerous stuff, like burglary, and breaking & entering. Of course, his most recent crime, the one that he was on trial for, was one that he'd been caught red-handed in the process of. He had his defense, but the evidence against him was impossible to deny. The woman's body was almost a solid bruise, her wrists were bloody from the ropes biting into them constantly, and she'd been tied spread-eagled on the mattress in such a way that she couldn't move her legs more than an inch or two in any direction.

It took a record single minute of deliberation for the jury to reach a verdict, and the sentence was to be the first of its kind. "We the jury find William Hanklet guilty on all counts. We have also decided that the condemned should be given the newest method of rehabilitation for his kind of criminal. We suggest...."

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One week after the trial concluded, and all appeals had already been turned down. The justice system had streamlined in the six years since the first incidents of mutation. The sentence was one that William found abhorrent. He was to spend the next fifty years as a brothel worker, unpaid for any of his time. He was actually being given a pep talk by an anthro poodle with eight small breasts who was apparantly the doctor in charge of the entire operation. "You know, you're one of the lucky ones, all things considered. Your change is going to be like one of those in the first month that this all became a reality. You haven't even been given the details of what you're going to be turned into, and I'm not about to spoil the surprise." She actually leaned in and licked his cock as she secured the final straps over his waist to keep him secured as much as possible, then rolled over a contraption that looked like a combination between a megaphone and the shrink-ray from 'Honey I Shrunk the Kids'.

A white cone shot out from the mechanism as soon as the poodle left the room to finish the operation in safety. the whole room was surrounded in layers of shielding that were proven to block all of the rather irrational forces at play. A slight tickling sensation was the first sign of change, but nothing visible accompanied this. Perversely, the walls and ceiling of the 'operating theater' were mirrored so that those sentenced to be forcibly changed had to watch.

The first visible alteration was a dark blot around his navel, a black patch that almost looked like a spot of ink had fallen on his skin. it grew outward at a visible rate, covering about four more square inches of skin in a second. The second change was felt before it was seen, a painful ripping as his forehead began to sprout small nublike horns, one over each eye. His sandy blonde hair began to deepen in color next, strands and highlights of royal blue spreading from his scalp, making stripes akin to those of a skunk, but thinner and more numerous.

It took more than an hour for these changes to finish, the horns blunt and less than a quarter of an inch beyond the skin, his entire epidermis altered to the color of charcoal. A bright green light was the only indication that the program had shifted to run more alterations, and the first of those was a huge shock. His inner thighs and groin were altered in skin tone once more, taking on a bright maroon tint and turning his prick neon pink. Almost simultaneously, his libido shot up a few hundred notches, and since this man had been horny enough to rape at least one woman, this would have been a psychotically stupid alteration, if not for the later pieces of the transformation blueprint that had been formulated. As an accompaniment, the sensitivity of his skin was also drastically heightened. He could suddenly feel each and every imperfection in the padding he was lying on, and the smallest breath of air made his penis twitch and his nipples tighten into hard nubs of flesh. The erotic rush that rode alongside that particular sensation was enough to make William groan.

Speaking of those mammalian attachments, the slight tingle of change proceeded to concentrate there for a minute, the mirror above was remorseless in showing every detail as they went from black like the rest of his torso to what makeup manufacturers refer to as 'Coral Pink'. The tingling moved slightly lower, about four inches, and a burning pain erupted as the lower skin and subdermal fats there were converted into a second pair of mammary glands. Twice more was this action repeated, for a total of eight pink nipples that were easily discerned against midnight-hued skin. Then, as a final insult, it happened twice more in an even more sensitive location. His manhood burned fiercely as four more nipples were etched into his very DNA at that location on his body, followed by an awkward straining as the uncut foreskin began to droop from his uncontrollably engorged length as if it had been liquified, pooling on his abdomen just below the lowest pair of nipples not on his most sensitive organ. The taffylike rope of flesh solidified, then began to pulse heavily as veins and arteries quickly invaded this new section of his body, the skin of his cock stretching and bloating until it looked almost identical to a deli salami, except it was only six inches from 'stem to stern'.

His tongue was the next thing to change, becoming thick in his mouth and almost causing him to choke as it was reshaped into a hollow cylinder. The changes went deeper than the surface this time, deeper even than those that had been performed on his deformed cock. he could actually feel it as his esophagus detached from his mouth and reattached itself to the base of his tongue. Something he couldn't see triggered his gag reflex right then, possibly part of the change program to test that everything had gone perfectly. His tongue shot out in a sloppy mass of muscle that managed to fall to the floor, and he could taste everything that it touched. Oddly enough, his skin tasted downright delicious to him, and an experimental flexing proved that he had some limited control over this new appendage already, just enough to start retracting it at the moment.

Further changes began assaulting him faster, either that or he was beginning to lose his sense of time passing. Batlike wings sprouted from his back in a process that caused no small amount of pain. His proud manhood was quickly altered into a small mound of pink flesh while the breasts that were created beneath all the nipples he'd been given were forced to grow rapidly into perfect examples of the four most common cup sizes. The ones just above where his penis had once been being the smallest, other than those actually embedded on that patch of pink that said organ had become.

The machine stopped here, forcing a sight of relief from William as he anticipated his release from the restraints. His stomach growled loudly, for much of his own reserves of fat and energy had been used up in this half of the alteration sequence. However, this was not to be the case.

The poodle-doctor walked in, carrying a large bowl and a glass of milk. "Alright, it's been eight hours now, I had a lovely little nap somewhere in there when a nurse came in to relieve me of my duty in watching you, but now you need food or else you'll die before this can be completed. Now, if you'll just stick your tongue out for me so I can put it in here, I think you'll find something tasty."

Knowing now that it was either eat or die, and also knowing that the doctor likely had orders to ensure that all the needed nutrition was consumed so that he would live to serve out his term, William decided to take the easy route. His tongue extended slowly, stretching over two feet out before the dog grabbed it and slipped the tip into the bowl. He sipped cautiously at the lukewarm soup, tasting clam chowder with just a bit of garlic. Dr. Poodlestein, as William thought of the strangely altered human, put the bowl of soup down on a side table before giving him a very thorough checkup to ensure that all operational procedures had been performed as programmed. A warm, pleasant sensation began to cover his stomach and lowest breasts, followed by a thick pulsing of pleasure as the doctor began stroking the pink patch that had been his cock. Phantom nerves were still a medical mystery, but he didn't care. The poodle was actually jerking him off just by rubbing around those tiny nipples next to his formless groin! It only took a few seconds for the man to climax, spraying the entire remaining contents of his testicles onto his stomach and lowest pairs of breasts.

Fifteen minutes later, he'd finished the entire bowl of soup and the checkup had gone perfectly, accompanied by a few surprises from the doctor that had him warming up to her. The room had been sealed again and the machine quickly restarted, humming loudly as the second half of its program loaded up. He'd thought that the changes to his penis were torture before? Nothing prepared him for the next alteration. He wanted to vomit from the pain, needed to even, but his new esophagus seemed to be one-way only at the moment. The pain was immense as his rectum was targetted for a major overhaul of functions. New paths that dead-ended at the moment were being created inside him, his entire body wanted to reject the quasi-magical changes, but there was nothing to be done to resist. The changes continued in a very logical progression, the dead-ends being built upon as soon as the main reconstructions were completed. He could feel everything shifting around inside as new, foreign organs grew. The final insult was there within ten minutes of his last meal. Where there had once been a dangling sack the size of a tennis ball, was now a glistening pussy.

But that wasn't really the final change, no, it was just what he felt was the last thing that they could do to destroy him, he was wrong. The changes swirled upwards, creating another round of squirming internal changes, annother bout of agonized sweating that had him begging to be killed as a second vagina and uterus were created, the vaginal opening positioned perfectly between his lowest breasts. At the same time, he could feel a new pair of testicles forming within him, hidden somewhere in the remains of his rod. The implied intention was clear enough even to his pain-fogged mind. Every time he was stimulated sufficiently, he ran the risk of getting himself pregnant, and it could happen from something as simple as a tummy rub.

Then the changes centered in two places at once. The first entirely painless changes since his horns broke skin. his skull was redered into a puttylike consistency by the ray, reshaping and conforming to a shape different enough from normal for a human to give him an even more obvious 'Exotic fantasy' effect. It could best be described as elven, feminine, and soft. The second change was one that made him weep openly, despite the lack of any pain. The nipples on his cock-blotch began to grow slowly, popping out over three inches and flopping over under their own weight before the tissue underneath began to grow as well. His cock, still functioning, but now impossible to use for its intended purpose, was now also an obvious, if small, udder.

William had read just enough fantasy to be able to put a name to what he'd been turned into. Succubus, though definitely a divergent variant, the multiple breasts alone was enough for that. The absolute final change that he could discern was the sudden growth of his hair, the altered tresses gaining a full yard of length in under a minute, years of growth in less time than it takes to microwave a bag of popcorn.

He was a succubus alright, one that would be working in a brothel for the next fifty years. Nothing could make this any worse.....

It got worse though, because after he'd been allowed to sleep Dr. Stevens (The poodle) was allowed to tell him the full details of the alterations that were made, and what unusual duties he was expected to perform at the brothel while there. His tongue had been changed not only for the ultimate ability for giving head he now had, but also to act as a living vaccum for the other women there, to suck the cum out of them after their clients had left, or even while they were still there for an extra five dollars. The changes to his rectum were twofold. They grew new muscles to force his body to provide greater pleasure for customers that wanted that side, and they also provided alternate birthing routes should he be occupied with a customer while in labor. Yes, he was expected to constantly service people, nothing short of entering a coma would keep him from providing pleasure to someone. The only concession that had been made for his comfort was that he'd lay eggs, not give live birth, and even that served to provide more customer time than anything else. No live births meant that there wouldn't need to be a doctor present because the worst complication would be that the egg would break. His lifetime had also been extended. He was already in his 40's, so this enabled him to serve his time, and then possibly have a meaningful life afterwards. His mammaries all produced milk, even the four buried in his cock-udder, but this milk was special, a natural aphrodesiac for anyone that drank it, one that would be harvested by the state for study and possibly sale to assist in paying for future improvements on this process.

* * *

Two weeks in on her sentence, many many more to go. Zerina the Succubus had already serviced over fifty different customers. The days were beginning to blur, and she was actually developing a liking for her cleaning duties. They only involved a very different kind of cunnilingus after all, and she didn't have to clean the sewage pipes because that way didn't lead to potential pregnancies that complicated the income of the voluntary employees. She'd already prevented three major yeast infections by being able to taste the first signs, so she was even liked. Her only restriction was that she couldn't leave the property.

Today, she'd actually been put on reserve for only one client, so she was spending her free time attending to her normal duties and relaxing.

When she was finaly told that her client was here, she mentaly prepared herself to treat him as nice as possible. Anyone who could afford to reserve her for a day was rich enough that management wanted them to come back as often as possible. To her distinct surprise, the person that finally entered was Dr. Stevens herself. Friendly dialogue ensued, and Zerina even admitted that she might want to stay here after she had served her time. It was a nice place, and she'd already been told that the owners wanted to keep her on even if only in a medical capacity. Forty-five minutes in though, Dr. Stevens began stripping. "I didn't pay twenty-thousand dollars just to catch up on you, 'Zerina' You see, I've wanted you ever since I saw what the projected result for your changes was going to be."

"That's okay doctor, I wouldn't mind showing you a few tricks, getting deep inside you with this tongue you gave me. I bet I can make you scream first when we get into a 69."

"Well, Zerina, there's a bit of a problem with that, you see, I'm not interested in you like that....." Her shirt was off, had her breasts gotten bigger in the last two weeks, or was it just Zerina's mind playing tricks? So much had happened that day....

"Oh, well then who's my client and why are you stripping?"

"Silly little girl, you really don't get it do you. I'm your client, but I don't want you inside me at all, you wouldn't like the taste." Her skirt slid down her legs, followed by her panties, then she turned back to face the sex object that she'd created, revealing a sight that made the succubus cum just looking at it. A foot of dog-cock with balls the size of Sunkist oranges, and she wasn't even fully hard yet!

"I was changed to look like a female when Gaia caught me looking at a Furry porn site. The artist that drew the picture that changed me was Doug Winger......and you're the first fuck I'll have had in over a year now."