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DNA III - Part 1
It's best to read DNA I and II before this to understand who the hell
everyone is, and you can find these two stories at
www.sapphireplace.com where all my stories are hosted. Thanks,
Sapphire!
However, here's a quick run down of what has happened before.
THE STORY SO FAR:
Dr Anne Chamberlain has developed a method to completely rewrite
a person's DNA. She tests this on her assistant, Jim, turning him into a
copy of Anne's niece, Julie. Anne is unable to change him back, so she
ropes Julie into helping Jim. Jim meets Anne's womanizing boyfriend,
Paul, and ends up in bed with him.
To Paul's horror, he catches Jim's DNA virus and starts to turn
into another Julie clone. Anne manages to stop the process, but not
before Paul has become female from the waist up. Julie takes a DNA virus
based on Jim's DNA and becomes a copy of his male body. While Jim and
Julie become closer, Paul runs away, convinced Anne is punishing him.
In panic Paul goes to a former client of his, the disgraced
researcher Dr Michael Kingston, unaware that he is working for the drug-
smuggler, Quince.
Quince uses the DNA Virus to infiltrate the local police and to
turn an undercover cop, Jeff Stockwell, into a buxom, black woman. Paul
is tricked by Quince and ends up in a duplicate of Jeff's new form. Paul
rescues Jeff from virtual slavery at the hands of one of Quince's men,
but a failed attempt to inform the police leaves Mandy (Paul's new
roommate) and Jeff in Quince's clutches.
Michael and Paul go to rescue them and in the ensuing shoot-out,
Paul is shot and Quince and his second-in-command Simmonds get away,
only to suffer unexpected transformations at the hand of the DNA Virus.
As soon as Anne finds out where Paul is she goes to him and
together they start to rebuild their relationship. This isn't helped by
the fact that Jim is pregnant from his one sexual encounter with Paul.
Confused? You will be, after tonight's installment of DNA III !
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As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.
DNA III - Part One
by
Stephanie
The sultry, black woman slinked into the laboratory. She watched
a tanned, good-looking man wearing a lab coat working at his
experiments. Her gaze wandered up and down his well-built body.
The man looked up from his microscope. He smiled as he
recognized the woman by the door. "Paula, I didn't hear you come in."
His eyes drifted over the tight short skirt and revealing top she was
wearing.
"I was just passing, Rob," she replied," and I saw you were
working late." She walked over to him, her lust self-evident.
Rob noticed the look on Paula's face and he took a step
backwards. She reached out and touched his arm and he stopped. "We
shouldn't..." he said.
"Look, Rob. We both know what's going on between us. I felt it
from the moment you arrived here to help solve my medical problem. I
want you just as much as you want me. We can't fight it!"
"But we must!" responded Rob desperately. "It's not right! You
used to be a man and what about your girlfriend, Dr Charmerlain?"
"I don't care," Paula responded in a voice thick with lust, "She
means nothing to me now. Kiss me!"
Rob gave into his desires and pulled Paula to him. They kissed
passionately, their hands wandering over each other's bodies.
They had started to pull at each other's clothes, when the door
to the lab opened and in walked Dr Charmerlain! Her mouth opened in
shock and horror as she saw what Paula and Rob was doing. "Paul!" she
cried, "how could you!" She turned and ran from the room in tears.
The two lovers looked at each other in shock - their secret
discovered! The music swelled to a crescendo and then the soap cut to an
ad break.
Paul switched the TV off and threw the remote control into the
far corner of the room in frustration. "How can they do that?!" he
exclaimed.
Anne looked at the enraged black woman sitting next to her. She
decided not to point out that it was Paul who had explained exactly how
the TV company had gotten away it, before the show had started. They had
changed the names and stories just enough to avoid legal action. Instead
of pointing all that out, though, Anne decided to have a little fun. "I
don't blame her. Dr Rob IS very attractive."
"It's not funny." Paul retorted hotly. "It's been two whole
months since we went public about the DNA virus and there's still
nothing else in the news."
"Are you surprised? This is one of the most important scientific
discoveries of the age, even if I do say so myself. The virus has the
potential to affect everyone's life at the most fundamental level.
Eventually they'll get bored or another war in Eastern Europe will
start. You have to give it time."
"If anything it's getting worse! Every soap worth its name has a
DNA transformed character in it. Then there are the movies of the week
and TV specials. Next year you'll see all the major films doing it.
It'll never end!"
Anne had to hide her smile as she watched the angry young woman.
Paul's body was almost the complete opposite of the one he had
originally had. Where he had once been a fit forty-year-old white man,
he was now a buxom, black woman with a physical age of barely twenty.
At times like these, Anne was struck by how recognizable Paul
was. While his body was still strange to her, his mannerisms and speech
patterns were clearly the same.
If someone had told Anne a year before that she would be sharing
her bed and life with another woman she would have reacted with laughter
and some shock. In many ways she had changed almost as much as Paul had.
"There's no point in letting this get to you. Try and relax."
"Yeah, I know." Paul replied tiredly. He got up from the couch
and walked over to the window.
Anne watched his hips sway as he moved. Paul wasn't walking in a
particularly feminine manner, but his body was female and that meant it
moved in certain ways. And the wider hips certainly added a sexy swing
to his walk.
He peeked through the blinds. There was not nearly the same
amount of camera crews and reporters outside as there had been, but it
was still a significant amount. He turned back to Anne. "I just wish
there was something I could _do_. I don't think I've left this building
in two months and it's been four months at least since I was last at
work." He crossed his arms under his breasts and sighed.
Anne put down the papers she had been reading. "You need a
backrub," she told him as she patted a space on the couch next to her.
Paul acquiesced and sat with his back to her where she had
indicated. Anne had always given him backrubs and she was quite good at
it. Under her expect hands the knots quickly started to evaporate from
his muscles.
Then a hand slipped around his side, over the curve of his
breast and down towards the buttons of his blouse. He started to help
Anne undoing his blouse but she just told him to relax and let her do
all the work.
Quickly she had undone the top three buttons and then she
reached in to cup his left breast. Her fingers glided over the slippery
fabric of Paul's virginal white bra. Anne knew that Paul really liked
the white bra and panty set he was wearing; especially the way the color
contrasted with his dark skin. She also knew that he would never admit
to liking the feel of female lingerie or worrying about which outfit
looked best on him. It was only natural to want to look good, but Paul's
male psyche still felt embarrassed at admitting those feelings even with
Anne.
Her questing fingers rubbed his nipple, which was already
enlarged and aroused. Paul gave a low contented sigh.
Anne stretched her legs back on either side of Paul and gently
pulled him backward onto her body. He looks so small and young, she
thought. She remembered the first few times they had made love with him
in his new body; she had felt like she was cradle snatching.
Paul leaned his head back until they rested on Anne's breasts.
In return she undid the last few buttons of his blouse and pulled it
open. She ran her hands up his smooth body to his abundant breasts. She
did miss his hairy chest, but what had replaced it brought new and
exciting sensations to both of them.
His bra opened at the front - as did most of the bras he owned -
and Anne had soon revealed his magnificent bosom. She kneaded his
breasts together and pulled on his nipples. Paul's nipples seemed
extraordinarily sensitive and Anne had been able to send him to orgasms
just by sucking on them. The soft intakes of breath Paul was making now
just caused Anne's own arousal to grow.
She couldn't easily reach her own crotch now, but that didn't
bother her too much. She knew it would be her turn to be on the
receiving end in a few minutes.
Her hand left Paul's breast and moved down to his crotch.
Roughly she undid the belt of Paul's pants and then slid inside. He was
already slick with his own juices. Pushing aside his panties, her
fingers penetrated the aroused vagina they found there. Her lover arched
his back as she started to massage his clit.
Anne had never had to work too hard to bring Paul to orgasm and
it had never been a chore. The technique now that Paul was a woman was
different. What had previously only been foreplay had become the whole
act, though it was far more intense than before Paul's change. After
some initial difficulty Anne had come to accept and love Paul's new
form, but she still missed full male/female intercourse. She dearly
wished that Paul was still male and could still fill her up with that
fantastic hot length he had had.
She could still get that from a vibrator she had at home, but
she didn't want to use that. This was partly because it wasn't as good
as the real thing, but mostly because she dreaded what Paul would think
if he ever saw her with it. Despite all that, their lovemaking was still
fulfilling. Sometimes it was frantic and rough, and sometimes it was
slow and languid like at that moment.
Anne slowed her caresses, but slowly and surely she was bringing
Paul to the edge. Paul was squirming with unsuppressed passion. He loved
the long slow build-up, as it made the inevitable climax that much
stronger. He started to buck his hips to try and force Anne's hand
deeper inside him.
He gave a few strangled gasps as his orgasm neared and Anne
pushed all her fingers inside Paul.
"Oh God!" Paul screamed behind gritted teeth as his orgasm
exploded in his crotch and then rushed through every cell of his body.
After the fire had receded slightly, Paul turned over and kissed
Anne deeply.
Anne smiled and hugged Paul tightly. "Now, doesn't that feel
better?"
"Mmmm," Paul agreed as he nuzzled her neck.
His kisses slowly started to descend between her breasts. Anne
fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Paul waited while she undid her
blouse by playing with her nipple with her tongue. Then when the way was
clear he inched slowly down over her stomach.
Anne was still wearing her skirt and Paul didn't bother removing
it. He just dived under it and resumed his trail of kisses. She closed
her eyes as she felt slender fingers pulling her panties down.
As Paul's expert tongue got to work she wondered if being a
woman had made Paul even better at it than he had been before the
change. Paul's skill soon pushed all thoughts from her head as Paul
teased her into ecstasy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Good Morning, Myra." Paul said to the young woman. "What do you
have for me today?"
"Twelve death threats; four marriage proposals; another hundred
or so assorted fan letters and this." Paul's secretary handed over a
letter.
Paul marveled at the amount of mail he was still receiving. It
had quickly become clear that he needed someone to deal with the
mountain of mail he was getting. Myra was in her mid twenties and
slightly overweight and her resume of important people she had worked
for showed she was capable of doing the job and not talk to the press
afterwards. Each morning she would list the types of mail Paul had
received and she dealt with most of them herself. Death threats were
routinely passed to the police. Most were groundless, but Paul refused
to take chances. Paul knew he wouldn't be able to keep ahead of the
mountain of mail. She was simply indispensable.
He read the letter she had handed him and then read it again to
see if his eyes had deceived him the first time. "This is serious?" he
asked.
"I double checked with them," Myra replied. "it's one hundred
percent genuine."
"What is?" Anne asked as she entered. She was still wearing her
dressing gown and had just finished washing her hair.
"This letter," Paul replied. "It's from Playboy."
"You're joking!"
Myra laughed, "I'm surprised they waited as long as they did to
make an offer."
"It would be a huge coup for them," Anne agreed. "So, Paul, how
much do they think it'll cost them to make you get your tits out."
"Three hundred thousand," Paul replied. "Is that all I'm worth?
I'm offended!"
"That's not small change you know," Anne pointed out.
"It's probably only an opening offer," Myra said. "I know an
agent who could probably get it up to three-quarters of a million easy."
"Thanks, Myra," Paul said, "but no thanks. Let them know that
I'm not interested and that that isn't a negotiating position."
"Okay," Myra replied, "Somehow, I didn't think you'd go for that
one."
Paul and Anne left Myra to her work and walked across the
corridor to their private apartment. He hated the fact that both he and
Anne had been virtually driven from their homes. Since then, the only
privacy available to them had been in a converted lab in the Institute
where Anne had first developed the DNA virus.
Anne got out her hairdryer and switched it on. In a few hours
the Institute would be paying host to several important government
official and she wanted to look her best. "Are you being a bit quick to
give up the idea?"
"Be serious," he replied. "The idea of thousands of men drooling
over semi-naked pictures of me is not one I want to think about."
"True, but it is a good body. They weren't offering all that
money based on simply who you are, but on what you look like as well."
Paul stopped and looked at her suspiciously. "I can never tell
when you're serious and when you're joking."
"Good. Otherwise you wouldn't be so easy to wind up." She
smiled. "It's about time you started getting ready."
"Yeah, I suppose."
Paul took a quick shower. The meeting today was very important.
When the DNA story had first broken it had taken everybody by surprise,
not least the government. Even though certain sections had been aware of
what was going on two months before the general public, no-one had been
able to decide what to do with it. Now, several months later, officials
were going to meet with Anne and the Institute to try and forge a
coherent policy.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. As he did so
he saw his image in the full-length mirror. He stopped and looked at
himself. Ever since his change he had unconsciously spent as little time
as possible in front of mirrors.
He knew Anne was right about his body; it could be considered
very sexy. Despite the months he had spent in it, Paul still had a
mental image of himself as a forty-year-old, white man. But every time
he looked into a mirror a twenty-year-old, black woman stared back at
him.
He turned his head from side to side and felt his hair brushing
on his shoulders. He hadn't had hair that long since he was a student
back in the seventies. Almost unconsciously he had decided that he
looked better with longer hair. He didn't feel any more feminine,
despite the body and clothes he wore and he certainly hadn't embraced
his new life to the extent Anne's lab assistant, Jim, had.
Paul practiced some playboy pinup poses, but collapsed in
laughter. "Perhaps I should stick to the day job," he told his image.
Since he was trying to look smart, he picked the best of his new
suits. He had had to rebuild his wardrobe from scratch after his
transformation and he had felt rather lost in the world of feminine
fashions. Almost all of his outfits had pants rather than skirts, but
Anne had insisted that he at least try a few skirts and dresses.
He'd very rarely worn skirts in public and still felt very
uncomfortable in them. So he chose his favorite new suit. It reminded
him of an outfit the lead actress in 'Jackie Brown' had worn, but he had
nothing like the height she did so the resemblance was slight.
Anne had chosen a red suit and it made her look very
authoritative, though Paul could tell she was worried. Paul gave her a
hug and told her not to worry. She smiled back, but she was far from
convinced that everything would be okay.
The government officials had already entered the building and
Anne met them as they reached the top floor. These men weren't
scientists so she didn't bother giving them a tour of her labs. they had
probably already read the extensive reports from the Government
scientists that Anne had met several weeks before.
The team consisted of one portly, high-ranking, DEA official by
the name of Byron Zajac; a severe-looking woman in her fifties called
Veronica Carlson from the Surgeon General's office; and a vaguely
recognizable advisor to the President himself called John Krysanivich.
After the introductions they got straight down to business. John
Krysanivich started the ball rolling. "As you can probably expect, there
has been a great deal of intense discussion about your discovery,
doctor."
"Many people feel," continued Byron, "that the possibilities of
misuse far outweigh any benefits the DNA virus could bring. A prime
example is the use Mr. Quince used to infiltrate the local police when
he extracted the virus from Mr. Paul Roberts' bloodstream."
"I don't agree," Anne replied vehemently. "This area of science
has only just begun to be explored and already we have the possibility
of reversing all forms of terminal disease. Life-spans could be doubled
or even trebled with the virus at just this primitive form!"
Now the woman from the Surgeon's General office leaned forward,
"Also, we have no idea what risk the population at large is running if
the virus starts to mutate. It's difficult to pass from one person to
another at the moment, but what if it gained the ability to spread like
the common cold? We'd have a country - or perhaps a planet - of clones
inside of a year."
Anne shook her head, "All the research that I've done - and all
the research you've done, I might add - has shown no likelihood of this
happening." Anne decided to go on the offensive. "We can't put the genie
back in the bottle, even if we wanted to. Every country on Earth knows
that this technology is possible. At the moment America has a
substantial lead. Research has to continue - if only to develop
protection and detection systems. However, I feel that we should
continue investigating all avenues. We can't afford not too."
John K nodded. "We've come to much the same conclusions and we
agree that research should be continued. An area of concern has become
apparent."
"And that is?" Paul prompted.
"Security. This is a civilian establishment and it really is not
designed to deal with the great deal of attention it has been receiving
since you went public."
Anne shrugged, "We have had the occasional intruder, but they
have always been stopped before they could do anything."
"What I'm saying is that while you may be able to deal with the
random intrusion into this establishment, you wouldn't be able to deal
with a terrorist incident or infiltration by a foreign government."
"Do you think either of those is likely to happen?" Paul asked
incredulously.
"No government likes it when another country develops something
new and potentially dangerous and espionage goes on even between allied
countries. Also, we all know what one lone madman with a home made bomb
can do."
"Even so," Paul countered, "This building is as secure as it can
be and it is also only temporary."
"I've seen the plans for the new research institute Dr
Chamberlain will be heading. But that building won't be ready for four
months or more. We can't justify the risk for that time. So, we've come
up with a solution for the immediate future." John Krysanivich produced
a folder and handed it to Anne.
She opened it and studied the photographs of a very well guarded
instillation. "What is this?"
"It's an army research center just sixty miles from here. We've
already determined that its facilities are of a high enough quality to
allow you to continue your research in the short term."
"Have you?" Anne replied skeptically. She looked up at John
Krysanivich. He was a smug bastard, but she had to concede he was right.
They were too vulnerable here for her liking and this facility would do
well until the new building was ready. "Alright, give me a few days to
get ready and then we'll move."
"Good, we'll start sorting all the details." John K replied with
a smile.
"One thing, Mr. Krysanivich. We're not staying there for more
than four months and I will retain full control over my work."
"Of course," Krysanivich replied.
With that, the meeting was over and the three officials quickly
filed out.
Anne and Paul headed back to her labs. "Do you think we can
trust them?" Paul asked.
"We have to." Anne replied. "They've realized they can't
suppress this discovery, however much they may be afraid of it." She put
an arm around Paul and held him lovingly. "Our days are excitement and
danger are over."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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