Injection: A Gender-swap Story

Shit. What the fuck was I thinking? The needle dropped from Kurt’s hand. Everyone watched it fall to the floor with a pathetic clink as it hit the cement. The guns trained on him didn’t waver. Kurt raised his hands as his eyes scanned for some way out of building.

The lead thug, Reggie, screwed up his face in bizarre contortions as he tried to process what had happened. “Are you out of your fucking mind, kid? Do you know what you just did? That shit ain’t insulin for fuck’s sake. That was worth fifty-fucking-thousand dollars!” His gun shook violently as he punctuated the bellowing roar. His two cohorts, the tall, dim-eyed type of men that generally didn’t harbor malice but lacked skill for any other line of work, looked from their boss to Kurt and back again, awaiting an answer to the questions, either rhetorical or otherwise. Reggie took a step forward, and Kurt inched back. “Where you going? You shoot yourself up and think that’s the end of it? That we’re going to walk away? Whatever you just shoved in yourself, some of it’s probably still in there. If the boss can’t have the syringe, then he can get you. And we’ll bleed it out of you.” He looked to the brute to his left. “Grab him.”

Left frowned, his large eyes drooping, “Hang on, Reggie. He ain’t infectious is he?”

Right agreed, “That case had that symbol on it. The kind you see at the doctor. Like radioactive, but not. What if this little bitch is sick?”

Reggie gritted his teeth. “The fuck do I care. I pay you to grab him, you fucking grab him. Put him in the fucking van, and we take him to the boss.”

Left and Right took a step forward, but then stopped. “Maybe we should get some of those suits like you see in the movies.”

“Or at least some rubber gloves.”

“Fuck it! Go get the van.” Reggie pushed passed them, his gun put away.

Kurt watched the exchange with mild amusement while a Talking Heads song blared in his head. They’d first found him at his apartment. Left had broken down the door, and Reggie came in quickly after, gun in hand. The boss required Kurt’s presence, but first they needed to make another stop. The quartet had driven out to the industrial part of town. The thugs went to meet with three men in black suits who looked very much like spies from old movies. Kurt waited in the van while the exchange happened. Reggie handed over a black briefcase and received a silver one. Left and Right piled in to the front of the van while Reggie hopped in the back beside Kurt, the case clutched in his lap.

At that point, Kurt had decided he was being taken to his execution and thought it was somewhat inconsiderate to also be taken on a routine errand. He figured the case contained some type of valuable drug which is why he punched Reggie in the side of the head, snatched the case from his lap, and jumped out of a moving van. A chase ensued. Kurt utilized the rough layout of the industrial park to his advantage while the three in the van sorted out the confusion of having their property stolen by their kidnapping victim. Kurt moved on adrenaline, unsure of his next move. His wild and dangerous flight aside, he still owed the boss nearly a hundred thousand dollars. And that was before he stole whatever was in the case.

Deciding his best course of action was to take the case hostage in exchange for his own freedom, he ducked into a warehouse, believing he could jump to the next building only to find that the building he chose had no roof access, leaving him cornered on the fourth floor of an old shoe factory. Before Reggie and his goons caught up, he opened the case and discovered the syringe. The entire inside of the silver box gleamed with plastic bio-hazard stickers. Hoping he hadn’t inadvertently stolen a bioweapon, he put the needle to his veins and waited for Reggie. The second the goons arrived, it was clear the boss wanted Kurt’s body, alive or not, so the syringe slipped into his vein and the injection flooded his bloodstream with an unknown, but clearly dangerous, chemical.

Despite his hard fall out of the van, the two mile sprint ending in three flights of stairs, and the roughing up that happened before any of that, Kurt felt amazing. The adrenaline and fright that had fueled him had subsided into a serene acceptance of his fate. Kurt figured it was some chemical released by the brain in the moments before death to save everyone the embarrassment of panicked flailing, but as Reggie stepped past Left and Right, Kurt’s serenity was interrupted by a new plan. His muscles tightened as Reggie moved towards him, and Kurt saw the next four steps before they happened.

Reggie’s hand lunged out to grab Kurt’s shoulder. The younger man’s arm shot out, grabbing Reggie and pulling him in. Kurt’s jaws opened wide and went for the bare spot of neck above the greasy man’s shirt. Reggie yelped in surprise as Kurt’s teeth clamped down, breaking the skin barely, but leaving an ugly bruise nonetheless. Kurt’s knee slammed into Reggie’s stomach, dropping him to the ground screaming “he bit me!” in between gasps, until Kurt’s foot came down again, knocking him out cold. Kurt planted his feet as Left moved towards him, arms outstretched to wrap the smaller man up. Kurt pivoted on his left heel and threw his momentum into his right leg as his booted foot came up to hit Left in the left side of his chest. The thud of leather against skin ended with a crack as ribs snapped. Left toppled over like a falling building, and Kurt readied to face Right.

“Nah man,” the remaining goon said, tossing his gun off to the side and sitting down cross legged. “Motha fucker don’t pay me enough to fight some bath salt bullshit. Send me off to get some damn radioactive bullshit turning a motha fucker into a zombie ninja what the hell ever. You go on man.”

Kurt relaxed. “I don’t think I’m a zombie. Zombie’s are dead. I feel great.”

Right kept his head down, shaking it from left to right. “I don’t know nothing about that. You bit Reggie. I guess this how it ends. That’s fine. I ain’t got nothing else to do. Tell you what, me and Omar, we going down to get some of them Chinese dumplings. Wait this whole thing out.”

“Again, I’m not a zombie. Who’s Omar?”

Right pointed at Left. “That’s him. You just busted his ribs and don’t even know his name. You a rude motha fucka.”

Kurt shrugged. Omar moaned and clutched his side. “Look, I’m sorry, but you guys were going to kill me.”

Right finally looked up. “That’s fair. You ain’t gonna eat him or anything?”

Reggie started to move. Kurt picked up the guns and tossed them out of a broken window. “I’m not going to eat him. I’m going to leave and disappear. You’re not going to come looking for me because you’re taking Omar and going to eat dumplings. Reggie is going to look for me because the boss will kill him too if he doesn’t find me. So when his head isn’t so fuzzy, if you’re still here, I’d recommend you tell him to bug out too. Caught me once, don’t plan on doing it again. Also, I forgive you for trying to kill me.”

Right nodded and started to get to his feet. Kurt watched him, but the bigger man seemed interested in only helping his friend. Kurt started to jog back towards the stairwell, surprised to feel no fatigue from his earlier flight. What the hell did I put in myself? Some kind of upper or something? Is my heart going to explode? He reached the stairs and took them two at a time until he reached the bottom. He considered taking the van, but knew that would be easier to find. Instead, he started a light jog that turned into a full run as he put the shoe factory as far away from him as possible.

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Reggie’s head pounded and he felt a stinging pain in his shoulder. “That little shit bit me,” he repeated. Left and Right hobbled towards the stairs, one supporting the other. “Where the fuck are you two going?”

Right looked back over his shoulder, “Oh, Reggie, you up? You don’t feel like a zombie do you?”

The world swiveled in front of his eyes. He almost threw up, but he made it to his feet. “What? No! Where’s the kid?”

“He left. Fucker took off like a bat out of hell. Standing there one minute, next minute he was hauling ass to the stairs like Usain. I ain’t never seen anybody just run like that. Like those fast zombies. Shit, that better not be it. Those are even fucking worse. Least with the dead kind, you can just walk away from them. Long as you ain’t no dumbass walking into dark rooms and shit, you’re fine. Not those rabies kind of zombies. They fucking run you down and puke blood in your mouth. That’s nasty. Everybody know I can’t run. Omar neither. He got busted ribs too. Shit.”

Reggie tried to keep his temper. “What the FUCK are you talking about! Stop wandering off!”

Right stopped and turned around. “What was in that needle, Reggie?”

For the first time that day, Reggie doubted himself. All three men looked at the discarded syringe and silver case. “Boss said it wasn’t dangerous. Just valuable.” Reggie craned his neck to see the bite mark on his shoulder. He could make out the indentions of teeth amid the swelling, purple skin. “Whatever, let’s go.”

“Uh uh,” Right said. “We’re going to a hospital. Omar fell down some stairs. We didn’t sign up for chasing a zombie kid. You on your own with that. That kid said don’t follow him. I’m doing what he said. Not what you say.”

If he’d had his gun, Reggie would have shot them both. He was still dizzy and even with two broken ribs, Omar could snap his neck if he wanted. “Fine, can I at least have a ride back into town? I’ll find the kid myself. He’s got a sister. I’ll start there.”

Right frowned, “Fine. But we’re going back to get your car first. And I get to pick the music this time.”

Kurt took a deep, easy breath. He wasn’t even slightly winded. His legs didn’t ache, and his side wasn’t burning with a stitch of pain. Geez, I must have ran ten miles at a full speed. He sat down on the bus as it lurched back into motion, headed for the city center. The van and his would be kidnappers hadn’t appeared yet. Maybe the goon kept his word. If he was lucky, Reggie would have to walk back as well, and Kurt doubted that his attacker would have the same energy after receiving a hit hard enough to give a concussion.

It’s not even noon yet. I can get to Julie’s, get cleaned up, grab my go bag and be out of town by four. Kurt had a gambling problem, but he wasn’t a fool. After the last time he’d been picked up by someone like Reggie, he’d made plans for if it ever happened again. He had bags stored in a few different places, but the easiest to get and the one least likely to be known about was his sister’s apartment. Julie lived with her husband, Nick, in a much better part of town than Kurt usually frequented. Those streets still had cops on them that would actually inhibit crime rather than allow it while taking a observer’s fee. Even if Reggie did find him, the gangster would have trouble taking him.

Kurt didn’t think the police would be Reggie’s biggest problem though. He felt amazing. Kurt had never been much of an athlete or even much of a gym goer. He kept a lean figure from stress and high metabolism, but otherwise wasn’t much better than a couch potato. Not any more though, he thought as he looked down at his arms. His muscles had toned, and his skin had taken on a healthier complexion. Looking at his reflection in one of the bus windows, he thought he looked a bit slighter, but it had been a stressful morning. His chest and legs itched. He hoped it was not the start a rash or his skin starting to slough off from some bizarre poisoning. The itchiness made him to decide to evaluate his body as best he could in the public bus with the angry looking Latina woman staring at him from two seats down. He flexed his calves and felt no fatigue or soreness. Feeling through his jeans, he could tell that his bird legs had filled out into toned runner’s legs. Moving up from there, he noticed that his jeans were tighter across the thigh and butt. He slipped his hand under his shirt and scratched while feeling the hard cords of muscle that his abs had become. Kurt could not help but smile.

The rest of the bus ride went by slowly. Kurt intended to wash his face and maybe shave his head at his sisters, but now he wanted to take a full shower so he could get a look at this new body. Reggie said the injection was valuable, and it wasn’t difficult to see why. A drug that could instantly give someone a perfectly toned body would be worth billions. As he got off the bus and jogged the three blocks to his sister’s walk up, he found himself regretting that the miracle drug had been used on him at all. He kept an eye out for any suspicious characters lurking in between the buildings, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He headed into the apartment and went up the stairs to his sister’s door. Midday on a weekday, he didn’t expect her to be home, but he rang the bell just in case. To his surprise, the door opened.

“Kurt? What are you doing here?” Nick asked as the door opened wider. “Is everything ok?”

“Shit, Nick, sorry man I didn’t think you’d be home. I’ll just head somewhere else.”

“No, don’t be crazy, what happened to you? Come in, I insist. Julie will be pissed if I let you go.”

Reluctantly, Kurt stepped into the apartment. “It’s not a big deal. Jules lets me keep a bag here for emergencies, and I need it. That’s all. Let me grab it, and I’ll be on the way.”

“You know that’s not good enough,” Nick insisted. “You look…different.”

Kurt laughed. “It’s been a hell of a day. Actually, I was planning on taking a shower before heading out. If I do that, you can tell Julie I was here for a while and everything was fine. I’m ducking out of town for a bit, but nothing to worry about.”

Nick nodded, thoughtfully. “Alright. You can use the guest one. Make yourself at home. I won’t call her or anything.”

“Thanks, Nick.” Kurt reached out and touched the other man’s arm. Both of them looked at the gesture with confusion. Kurt cleared his throat and headed down the hall. He opened a utility closet and reached behind a duct to pull the duffel bag out. Nick watched with some mild confusion, but said nothing. Kurt flashed a smile and headed into the the bathroom. With the door closed, Kurt looked at himself in the mirror. Nick’s right. I do look different.

Steam billowed over the top of the shower curtain as the hot water poured over Kurt’s skin. He relished the feeling for a minute before grabbing the body wash and squeezing a glob into his hand. The water gave him some relief from the itch on his chest, but as he scrubbed, he shivered from the overwhelming feeling. Looking down, he saw the hair on his chest falling away as the water hit it. Shit. Rapid hair loss. That’s a bad sign. He dunked his head under the pouring water and pulled at tufts of his head hair. All of it remained firmly in place and even seemed longer than he remembered. He turned around and put his back to the water, enjoying the feeling of it cascading over his shoulders and down between his ass cheeks. With the soap cleared away, he looked down at his body. For the first time since his apartment door had been kicked down, he felt a jolt of shock.

His chest had grown. Not into muscular pecs, but into soft, puffy mounds. His nipples were pink and almost inflamed as they jutted out from small, firm lumps. His worried they were some kind of rapidly developing tumors, but as he watched, the ugly lumps grew. They rounded out and became hefty with weight as the nipples stretched over the growing flesh. Kurt’s panic melted away as a wave of pleasurable heat washed over him. He became aware of his cock and reaching down between his legs, he grabbed hold of his rock hard dick and stroked. He brought his other hand up and squeezed the fleshy mounds hanging from his chest. Sparkles of pleasure radiated out from his touch as his fingers squeezed the soft orbs. The shot gave me tits. What the fuck. Kurt immediately realized something else. Never before had he been aware of water moving between the cheeks of his butt. He craned his neck over his shoulder, but couldn’t see anything. He let go of his breast and moved his hand to his own ass. The flat, hard butt he’d known all his life was gone. Instead, his hand grabbed hold of the soft, jiggling ass of a woman. The pressure in his cock hit its peak, and he came. His orgasm rushed out of him and sprayed on the floor of the shower as he grunted and squeezed his new ass.

What the fuck am I doing? I need to go to a hospital. He turned back to the shower and let the running water clean away his masturbation. As he cleaned himself, new sensations took over from the afterglow of his male orgasm. Snapping out of the reverie, he looked at his cock. It had shrunk. Shit! His balls had retracted into his body and the scrotum grown tight as his cock shrank down to a small nub. Kurt turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain. As he reached for the towel on the counter, he felt a tearing between his legs followed by a rush of pure euphoria. He grabbed hold of the counter to stop him falling. Steadying himself, he looked down once more to see a hairless pussy between toned, muscular thighs. Kurt felt an emptiness at his core that he’d never known until that moment. He looked in the mirror to see a woman staring back at him. She was taller than Kurt had been. Muscular arms and a hard center offset the heavy breasts and soft features. Below her flat stomach were wide hips and strong legs. Kurt felt as though he could break a man in half with only his arms. Guess I’m a woman now? This one is going to be difficult to explain.

“Kurt? Everything ok in there?” Nick called through the door. “I heard something bang.”

The sound of the man’s voice sent a rush of heat to Kurt’s pussy. He understood the touch from earlier as he quickly dried his new body. Nick was a handsome man, and Kurt needed a man. The empty ache came with fluttering feelings of desire. “Everything’s fine?” he called, surprised to hear a woman’s voice slip from his newly soft lips.

“Who the hell is that? Kurt did you have someone sneak in here?”

Not needing his brother-in-law to freak out, Kurt decided to open the door. A rush of steam preceded his naked female body, “Nick, relax, I can explain.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Nick stumbled backwards at the sight.

“It’s me! It’s Kurt! I can explain this!” Kurt stepped forward and a delightful smell hit him. It was deep and musky and drew him towards Nick. “I got injected with this stuff this morning. And I think it’s…turning me into a woman.”

Nick backed down the hall with his hands up. “Listen lady, I don’t know who you are. If this is Kurt’s idea of a fucking joke or — you need to leave. Now.”

“No, Nick, look at me,” he stopped advancing and gestured to his face. “Can’t you see it’s me?”

Nick’s eyes tore away from the beautiful body long enough to look at Kurt’s changed face. The jawline had receded, and the cheekbones were more pronounced. His eyes were wider set. The brow wasn’t as severe. Nick realized who he was looking at as his eyes drifted to a picture of his wedding day. “Oh fuck, you look like Julie. From like ten years ago. Oh fuck.”

Kurt noticed the bulge in Nick’s shorts. “Well, then if I look like Julie, then maybe we can help each other out.” He brought up his hands to squeeze his breasts together. “I’m too horny to think, Nick. I need a man to fuck me. Hard.”

“Are you insane? That’s wrong on so many levels.”

“Such as?”

“Well you’re my fucking brother-in-law for one,” he stammered.

Kurt grabbed Nick’s hand and pushed it against his pussy. “I don’t think I qualify as anyone’s brother any more. Don’t think of me as Kurt. Think of me as…Katy. Julie won’t mind. We’re sisters. We share everything.” Katy squeezed Nick’s cock, and the man grunted. His fingers slid against Katy’s slick lips, no longer being held there, but willingly exploring. A buzzing developed in Katy’s mind and it grew stronger by the second. All she could think of was the smell of Nick’s body. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, pushing her breasts against him as he slid a finger inside of her. “Oh, looks like you want to fuck me after all.”

She pulled him into the living room and over to the couch, throwing him down on it like a rag doll. Nick had never been more aroused in his life. His former brother-in-law now looked like his wife from when they had met if she had been a six foot three amazonian goddess as well. Nick could feel Katy’s strength every time she touched him. Even if he wanted to resist, he didn’t think that he could. And why would he want to? She tore away his pants and shirt with ease before turning around to give him a full view of her wonderful ass. “You’ve got Julie beat here. Her ass isn’t nearly as big as yours.”

“Mmm, enjoy it big boy.” What the fuck am I saying. “Maybe I let you fuck that too.” Katy raised her ass up against his grip as she positioned herself over his throbbing cock. The need for it drove her wild as she let his cock slide along her wet slit. In a distant thought, she knew something was terribly wrong. She knew her sister would be outraged. She knew that dangerous people might be on the way. But the only thing that mattered was filling the void inside of her. Kurt’s life seemed hazy and half forgotten. Katy’s life was rich and immediate.

She squeezed her breasts as she lowered herself onto her brother-in-law’s cock. As the head pushed past her outer lips and took her virginity, she wondered if it had mattered who was on the other side of that bathroom door so long as it was someone with a functional dick. As he pushed further inside of her, spreading her walls to accommodate his cock, she fantasized about the other men she knew. She thought of Omar and wondered how big his cock could be. Her ample ass squashed against Nick’s thighs. She considered what would happen if Julie came in the front door. She would see a strange woman who looked bizarrely like her squatting over her husband with his cock in her pussy. Katy felt Nick throb inside of her, and the worry vanished. She started to bounce up and down.

Nick’s mind raced to gasp what was happening to him. Twenty minutes earlier he had been sipping coffee in his kitchen, worrying about what he would tell Julie. Then Kurt transformed into a woman somehow — insane. Now he was fucking her — unthinkable. And it felt amazing. “Oh god, don’t stop. You’re so tight.” His arms couldn’t reach up to grab her breasts so he satisfied himself with rubbing the jiggling orbs of her ass cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’m not. I’m going to keep riding this dick until you cum inside me, just like you cum inside my sister. Does she appreciate it? When that fat cock of yours pumps hot spunk inside of her?” Katy felt his hand grab her ass, hard. He tried to pull her down but she lifted off him with ease. “Changed my mind!” Nick grunted in frustration as his cock slipped free of her pussy. White cum dribbled from the tip of his cock. He grabbed and started stroking it as a few more waves of spunk oozed from the tip of his dick. “Aww, poor baby, that looks frustrating. Get hard again, and I’ll actually let you finish like a man this time.” To his own surprise, Nick found himself growing hard again in his hand. He’d never been manipulated by a stronger woman before and apparently he quite liked it. Katy straddled him, his wet cock slapping against her pussy as she shoved her breasts in his face. She felt him moving between her legs, nudging tentatively against her pussy. “That’s my boy. We’ll have that cock back in no time. Now tell me, does my sister have tits as big as these.”

Before Nick could answer, the door slammed open. A large woman in very ill fitted clothes charged in, a dazed look on her face. “Need Kurt!” she rasped.

Nick’s cock shriveled down once more, but Katy stood up to confront the newcomer. Then she noticed the teeth marks in the woman’s neck. “Oh my god, Reggie?”

The woman’s face cocked sideways as if trying to remember something. “Regina. I’m Regina, and I need to fuck Kurt.”

“Oh honey,” Katy answered, taking the other woman by the hand. “I think you’ve gotten mixed up. I bet you’re soooo horny that you can’t think straight. Don’t worry, I have a cock ready to go.” She pulled Regina into a kiss. Nick watched as the two gorgeous women tried to swallow each other’s tongues. Katy stripped away Regina’s clothes, letting them fall to the ground as another amazonian body was revealed. Katy broke apart after slapping Regina’s meaty ass and then sliding her hands around to tease at Regina’s pussy lips. “Nick! This is my friend Regina. She really needs to be fucked. I can feel how wet she is. Look!” Katy held up fingers slick with Regina’s arousal. “She’s going to fuck you now, and I’m going to suck on her tits while she does!”

Nick shrugged. “Ok…” His aching cock refused to let him say no.

Katy led Regina over and positioned her astride Nick. Regina smiled as the smaller man’s cock pushed inside of her. Nick’s hands went to her ass and was pleased to find it just as wonderful as Katy’s. Regina’s eyes closed as she started to bounce up and down. Katy lowered her mouth to the engorged breasts and gave each nipple a quick suck. “Oh, and Nick, you can definitely cum inside of Regina. I think she loves cum even more than I do. And don’t worry about Julie. We’re going to have a big surprise for her when she gets home.” Katy lowered herself between the couples spread legs. She watched Nick’s cock slide into Regina’s pussy for a few moments before lowering her mouth to Nick’s thigh and biting, hard. With that done, she sat down to watch the other couple fuck and play with herself. In only a few moments, Nick’s hands grabbed hold of Regina’s thighs as he pumped one of his final loads into her pussy. Katy thought she saw her brother-in-law’s balls shrink a little as cum leaked out around his cock.

“So, Nick, do you have any neighbors?”

Regina’s eyes cleared for a moment. “Wait, this is Nick? I was supposed to fuck Kurt. I think he owes me money or something.”

“Kurt’s gone baby. Skipped town. Or died. Or whatever. You don’t have to worry about him any more. Now come over here and let’s see if you know how to eat pussy.” Katy sighed as she felt Regina’s tongue delve between her folds. “Mmm, just like that. You know what, Reggie, once we’re done playing here, I think we might go see the boss after all. I’d like to deliver his injection in person.”