The Mule 03

With a flicker, Ethan's eyes snapped open, only to be assaulted by a riot of pink. Disoriented and confused, the realisation of where he was suddenly hit him like a sledgehammer - he had been kidnapped and surgically altered, imprisoned in what appeared to be a little girl's bedroom. His heart sank.

As he laboriously rolled onto his side, a soft, furry pink carpet cushioned his stiff body. But the most overwhelming sensation was the sense of having too much mass - his body jiggled and wobbled as he moved, filling him with alarm.

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Lowering his head, Ethan was confronted with the astounding, yet terrifying, sight of his own cleavage - two massive, spherical mounds of soft pink flesh, partially covered by stretchy pink fabric. In the center, commanding attention, were two prominent bullet-sized nipples, straining against the material. Tentatively, Ethan raised his arm and reached out to touch one of the rigid lumps. As his thumb and forefinger closed around it, a jolt of electricity shot through his body, and a moan escaped his lips.

"Having fun?" Karla exclaimed from her position on the bed, causing Ethan to spin around in shock. "You!" Ethan growled. "You did this to me!" He yelled, struggling to sit up.

"Well, it's good to see you've regained some strength," Karla replied, shaking her head. "But watch your tone. I haven't done anything to you yet, and I won't without your consent. I'm just here to do a job, ok?"

"What's going on here?" Ethan moaned, overwhelmed with emotion. "I don't understand!"

Karla grinned from her spot on the bed. "Well, I don't know what you did, but you've clearly angered some very powerful people. They have a special role in mind for you."

"And what's that?" Ethan asked, taking a deep breath as his bottom lip quivered.

"I'm sorry, I can't say," Karla replied, standing up and flipping her hair. "But if you and your girlfriend want to make it out of here alive and in one piece, I suggest you do as you're told."

"Ava! Is she okay?" Ethan asked as Karla approached him.

"She's been well taken care of, I'm told," Karla replied coolly. "But I've also been told that they'll start cutting pieces off of her if you misbehave." She offered her arm to Ethan. "Here, let me help you up."

Ethan accepted her arm and was again surprised by the strength in her grip as she pulled him to his feet. Leaning on Karla for support, Ethan was then led over to a nearby chair. Once seated, he looked up at Karla with pleading eyes. "What happens now?" he asked.

"First, we'll build your strength back up so you can move in your new body. Then, I'll teach you how to move gracefully in it," Karla declared with authority.

"You mean like a woman," Ethan exclaimed glumly.

"Yes. My job is to train you to move and act like a woman. And I'm very skilled at my job, Ethan, so if you listen to me and do as I say, this will be much easier for everyone," Karla stated with a confident nod.

Ethan slowly closed his eyes and felt nauseous, knowing that he had little choice. He would have to listen to this woman, at least until he regained his full strength.

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The next few days were tough on Ethan, up at the crack of dawn, he was now a prisoner to the relentless routine of his supposed mentor, Karla while she subjected him to a crash course in femininity, teaching him how to move and act like a woman in their windowless, clockless pink room.

Each morning began with a long, luxurious bubble bath, scented with sweet-smelling lotions. There, Karla showed him how to look for and shave unwanted hairs from his body (not that he ever found any).

He was then expected to scrub his skin until it shone, a task that left him feeling raw and exposed. The bath was a source of both pleasure and pain for Ethan. On the one hand, it was a welcome respite from the crushing confines of his corset, allowing him to soak his aching muscles. On the other, it was a stark reminder of the changes that had been inflicted upon him, with his wobbly breasts and jellied backside staring him in the face, filling him with rage and resentment.

After his bath, Ethan was forced to apply moisturizer to his reddened skin, a task that brought with it a range of conflicting emotions. You see, part of him liked the act of lathering up his skin, especially in more sensitive areas, that felt particularly good. But then there was part of him that just felt sick, the smoothness of his skin was unfamiliar and unsettling, serving as a constant reminder of his predicament.

Next, Karla helped him to don his corset once more, a necessary item for his recovery after having two ribs removed, and helpful for maintaining proper posture. He was then dressed in a stretchy, usually pink outfit provided by Karla.

Breakfast was a hurried affair, consisting of fruit and a glass of orange juice, a far cry from the waffles and eggs Ethan longed for. Afterwards, it was off to the chair to practice his sitting, following Karla's precise instructions on how to turn, bend, and position his legs and back. A task made far more difficult by the introduction of heels on day two that seemed to get higher by the day.

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After a light lunch that left Ethan hungry for more, it was time for walking practice. For hours, he strutted up and down his pink room like a professional model, while Karla barked commands in his direction. "Shorten your strides! Swivel your hips! Smile!” she would scream as Ethan stumbled and wiggled about, fighting the inner voice urging him to collapse onto the floor.

The addition of high heels only heightened the challenge. It was already difficult enough to move with the feeling of an extra twenty kilograms of weight on his chest and another twenty in his buttocks, but having to do so while on tiptoes just made things even harder.

However, as the days passed, Ethan did show some signs of improvement. Though he remained ungainly and uncomfortable in his own body, he was at least able to walk for longer than five minutes before needing a rest.

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On the fourth day, needing answers, Ethan looked up at Karla and demanded to see Ava. "I have to see her!" he said fiercely to Karla, feeling more energetic. "I won't continue until I know she's safe."

Karla shook her head. "Ethan, you need to focus on your recovery. You'll see her soon enough."

"No!" Ethan insisted. "How do I even know she’s still alive?”

Karla sighed. She was stubborn, but she could see the determination in Ethan's eyes. "Fine," she said. "I'll see what I can do. But if I do this for you, you have to really put in the effort in training. Do we have a deal?"

Ethan nodded eagerly. "Deal. Thank you, Karla."

"Don't thank me yet," Karla warned. "You still have a lot of work to do." But both of them were pleased with the agreement they had reached.