P.R.O.B.E.

Chapter 4
Part 4

Chapter Description: Fighting the procedure

Part 4:

To his horror, Jonathan saw the fore and middle fingers of Ms. Henderson’s free hand move to him and slip down the front of his… the front of his…

Diaper?!

He heard the crinkle of plastic fabric. He felt the moisture on his body rearrange and become there, truly THERE in his mind.

“Aww I bet baby’s feeling quite sheepish. Well let’s get my little girl all cleaned up.”

No! she was going to change his diaper! This was too humiliating for him to consider, and he struggled to…

Girl?

Did she call him “girl?”

He felt the room shift around him as Ms. Henderson carried him across to some flat surface. He was laid on his back and he felt gravity shift again. His legs kicked against his will, taking unwanted subconscious orders from his mind. Very soon he was naked on this strange changing table, completely exposed to this woman who was once his therapist.

“There we are!” she said as she pulled a baby wipe from what seemed like thin air. She wiped him off and he felt a blast of freezing cold moisture on his body. But more than that, he felt her large fingers skimming the surface of something that SHOULD be there but wasn’t. Instead of feeling his usual hardware between h is legs, what he could feel as she wiped him clean with the baby wipe was what he distinctly could identify as female. His penis and testicles were no longer there and he instead felt the cold cloth sliding across an infant girl’s labia.

No! That wasn’t right! It couldn’t be real!

He suddenly started to furiously return back to his body. Anything to get out of the one he inhabited now. He thought and concentrated hard. Then like a pot beginning to boil he started to feel his old body coming back to him and becoming more present. A new diaper was being slid up between his female legs to encase his new vagina, but he could feel his real body just starting to come back. His penis and testicles were there between his legs, his stationary legs, legs that were still trapped against some chair. His mind started to recede from this infant one and begin again to take hold in his proper body. Then he heard the scientist speak again, loudly and hurriedly.

“He’s going into remission. He’s fighting the procedure!”

Then another voice spoke. “Doctor, he’s in back-state. Convergence at 91% and climbing! If you don’t contain him there this mind will not transfer!”

Ms. Henderson spoke again with her hand to her ear. “What? Back-state! That can’t be!”

“92%, Doctor you HAVE to keep him contained. If he is not entirely in one mind when we reach 100% this man’s mind will be lost!”

“What do you need me to do?!” Ms. Henderson yelled. Jonathan tried as hard as he could to return to his seated body. He was almost there. He was halfway between bodies again. The feeling of being seated was returning.

“Anything! Make him unable to ignore that body!”

Jonathan struggled. He was now more than halfway back to his original body. He was almost back!

Then Ms. Henderson’s voice rang out again in her sing-song motherly voice but with a definite strain of panic, “That’s right little baby. Mama’s here. Mama loves her baby, yes she does!”

And then, the feeling of being seated almost completely whole once more, Jonathan felt a large pair of lips press against his stomach and blow a large raspberry.

Like a fish that had been yanked back by a violent tug of a line, Jonathan felt his male body fall away into darkness, and he once more felt himself lying on the changing mat. He was giggling and his legs were wagging wildly. Ms. Henderson’s face was pressed against his tummy and was blowing raspberries over and over. He felt himself wet his newly placed diaper. Then Ms. Henderson’s head lifted from his stomach and press her hand to her ear again.

“How about now?”

“Convergence at 96% but his mind is still fighting. DO SOMETHING!”

Jonathan subsided his giggles as best he could and focused all of his energy into recapturing his male body. He squinted and struggled and his female body fell away. He poured all of his focus into feeling his real body surrounding his consciousness. He forced himself to concentrate on the cold metal chair, his bindings, the scientists in the room with him. He felt his own muscular body as part of him now, so close to being completely dominant.

He was back in his own body! His real body! But he wasn’t entirely there. If he could just get some movements in his hands and legs…

Then Jonathan felt something which wiped all struggle from his mind.

Time itself stopped.

He was overtaken by the most powerful sensation of relaxation he had ever felt. It was an all-encompassing, total overflow of relaxation. Every pore on his body relaxed and dilated. He was so warm and content that even his male mind came screeching to a halt as some new feeling swept over him.

Still in his male body, Jonathan felt his eyes hang open without effort. His spine seemed to have melted. The only thing he could feel was his bottom jaw. It was slowly moving up and down rhythmically.

Open and close… open and close… open… and close…

His tongue worked at something that wasn’t there. He felt it working against some imaginary bulbous object that was very truly not there. Something warm and sweet was filling his mouth, and he could feel his throat muscles work to swallow some phantom liquid. He couldn’t hear the scientists, the keyboards, the anything

Then he heard Ms. Henderson’s voice amplified in his own male ears like speakers on full blast. She was soft and calming and her voice filled him completely.

“There there, baby girl. Drink up.”

Then, like traveling very fast though a long and brightly lit tunnel, Jonathan felt himself emerge once more into the tiny baby girl’s body. Somewhere in the back of his mind he screamed and cried. He could no longer feel his adult male body. He couldn’t detect even the slightest fraction of physical connection. And through slits that were his eyelids he saw the smiling face of Ms. Henderson looking down at him as she cradled him in her arms. He could make out the top of her exposed left breast, the nipple of which was somewhere below. Somewhere out of sight. Somewhere just below his eyes and nose.

Relaxation and completeness fell over him like nothing he had ever felt before. All he knew was that this new body, in all its infantile wonder, could feel nothing, nothing at all except this caring woman’s warmth against his, her nipple in his mouth, her warm milk sliding down his throat…

His eyes drifted lazily shut...

Then Jonathan heard something being spoken. It was slow and echoed faintly within the tiny empty mind that he had: “100%.”

It felt like it took 5 minutes for the voice to say… “Convergence complete.”

To be continued…