The Mule 02

"Is he unconscious?" The woman's voice was hushed as she and Hector entered the room.

"Yes, it was necessary to sedate him while he recovered from the surgeries," Hector replied, his tone low and grave. "But now that he has fully healed, he's all yours. I trust you know what must be done?"

The woman nodded, her gaze fixed upon the sleeping figure in the bed at the far end of the room. A man with a pair of full breasts and a feminine figure peacefully slumbering. "He will need time to adapt to his new proportions, and if what you have told me is true, the mental toll on him may be great.”

"Everything I've told you is correct," Hector growled. "Can you do it or not?"

The woman sneered. "Of course. Just leave him with me. I'll have him ready in a month."

"Very well, Karla," Hector declared, nodding his head. "I eagerly await the results."

"As do I," Karla replied, clicking her long manicured fingers together. "Now, how do I wake him up?"

Hector strode over to Ethan's bedside with a grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He reached out and firmly turned the dial, the sound of liquid flowing as he did so. "There! He'll be awake soon," he declared triumphantly. "Call me if you need anything."

"Alright," Karla replied as Hector left the room. She then approached Ethan's bed with a sense of nervous anticipation, her heart racing as she reached out to gently remove the tube from his wrist. She waited anxiously, her gaze fixed on Ethan's face for the first signs of his awakening.

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Ethan's eyes slowly fluttered open, and a groan escaped his dry lips as recognition dawned on him. As he twisted his neck to take in his surroundings, he was met with the sight of a stunning Latino woman smiling down at him.

"Shhhh," Karla whispered soothingly. "Take it easy. You've been asleep for a long time."

But as the fog of sleep lifted, Ethan's eyes widened in shock and horror as he was greeted with the unfamiliar sight of two massive mounds jutting out from his chest. With the restraints that had held him in place removed, he could finally see the extent of the damage done to him. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he attempted to lift his arm.

"I know you must have a lot of questions," Karla said, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips as she held a cup of water to Ethan's lips. "But try to relax. I'm here to help you."

As Ethan's eyes filled with hope, he sipped the water before coughing. "You're here to get me out of here," he croaked, his eyes darting down to his huge chest with desperation and stress etched on his face.

"Yes," Karla replied with a hint of mystery in her voice. "But first, let's see if you can stand. Take it slow, ok. Your body has undergone some major changes, and it's going to take a while for you to adjust to them."

"What changes? Who are you? Where is Hector?" Ethan frantically asked, fear evident in his voice as he reached down to feel his crotch.

"Don’t worry, that’s still down there but secured away. I'm Karla, by the way," the dark-haired woman replied as she reached out to place her arms around Ethan. "And don't worry about Hector, he's not here. Now, let me help you sit up. But be prepared. Your new body is going to feel a little top-heavy."

As Karla's surprisingly strong arms lifted Ethan into a sitting position, the young man experienced a variety of new and disturbing sensations. Thrust forward, his chest jiggled and threatened to pull him over due to its weight before a sharp jolt of pleasure pulsated through his body as his modified nipples brushed against the material of his stretchy pink top. Below, obscured by his massive new breasts, Ethan let out a yelp of discomfort as he felt his tender waist constrict from the tightness of the corset surrounding it.

“Oh my God,” Ethan panted as he looked down to see fleshy mounds filling his vision. Their weight causing him to pull his shoulders back to compensate.

"You'll adjust," Karla declared as she expertly fastened a shoe on Ethan's foot. "Is that too tight?"

"What- huh?" Ethan mumbled, absorbed in his own thoughts, barely registering Karla's actions.

In a flash, the other shoe was on, and Karla stood up, offering Ethan her long-nailed hands. "Come on, take my hands."

Ethan took her hands, and as Karla pulled him upright, he quivered as he felt his cumbersome body jiggle and wobble in all the wrong places. Feeling his feet touch the ground, his knees instantly buckled, but luckily Karla was there with her strong grip to keep him upright.

"What's wrong with my...?" Ethan's sentence trailed off due to shock as he swivelled his head to look down at his expanded backside in horror. "My butt!" he exclaimed, his voice quivering. "It's enormous!"

"A Brazilian butt lift," Karla declared as if revealing a dark secret. "And a large one at that. That's the reason you were kept sedated for so long, I hear. To allow your skin to stretch and accommodate the new curves.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Ethan exclaimed, his body overwhelmed by the shocking revelation.

"Now, come on, snap out of it!" Karla urged, shaking Ethan firmly. "We don't have time for that. Do you want to get out of here? Do you want to save Ava?"

"Ava!" Ethan cried out, realization dawning on him. "That bastard took her too."

"I know," Karla said, her gaze locked onto Ethan's. "But if you want to help her, you first need to help yourself. Starting with standing on your own."

With a surge of determination, Ethan nodded. "Okay," he determinedly declared, locking his knees, and taking the weight of his new body.

Karla helped steady Ethan before stepping back. "How does that feel?" she asked.

Ethan's emotions were a tumultuous storm, raging within him. Anger, fear, disgust - they all swirled within him, threatening to consume him. But despite it all, he tried to put on a brave face, determined to hold his own. "I can manage," he forced out, his voice shaking as he drew a ragged breath.

"Very well," Karla said, her voice neutral as she moved towards the door. "Let me know if you need any support."

Ethan's chest felt heavy and tight as he shuffled forward, the weight causing him to sway on his feet and almost drag him down. He pushed back his shoulders, trying to bear the strain of supporting his newly enlarged mounds and pushed on. Despite the discomfort of his skin being stretched taut and the sensitivity of his nipples to the slightest touch, he moved towards the exit, where Karla was waiting. "Good," Karla called out as Ethan reached the door. "Now follow me."

Ethan followed Karla out into the white-tiled corridor, his eyes scanning the empty hallway for any signs of danger. He knew he had to stay alert, as every closed door was a potential threat. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself for whatever might come next.

"Are you doing okay back there?" Karla called over her shoulder as she turned to check on Ethan. He responded with a nod and a grunt, focusing on the task of maintaining his balance. "Coming," he panted, his breath coming in short gasps as he fought to stay upright. The weight of the large breasts and buttocks made it difficult for him to walk steadily, causing him to sway and lurch with each step. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, and Ethan couldn't help but feel self-conscious as he struggled to adjust to the changes in his body.

Ethan felt as if an eternity had passed when Karla stopped for a second time, this time in front of a doorway. "Ok, in here," she declared, holding the door open. Exhausted, Ethan trudged inside, only to be met with a shocking sight. A room that was completely, unabashedly pink. A pink carpet, pink curtains, a pink bed, it even had a pink chandelier hanging from its pink ceiling!

Stunned, Ethan turned to Karla. "What? Huh? Did we take a wrong turn?"

"No, wrong turn, Chica. This is your new room. It'll be much more comfortable than the other one, don’t you think?" Karla said with a smile.

"But...I... I thought you were going to get me out of here?" Ethan cried.

"Oh, baby. Is that what you thought?" Karla said with a chuckle. "I meant out of that other room. I have a job to do, and I can't do anything with you in a hospital bed."

"A job?" Ethan cried, trying to catch his breath. "What job?"

"I'll explain everything later, but first, I have to run some errands," Karla declared as she grasped the door handle firmly. "Explore your new surroundings and get familiar with the place. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Wait! What about Ava?" Ethan shouted, desperation creeping into his voice as the door began to close. "You can't just leave me here like this! Please!"

The door slammed shut, cutting off Ethan's pleas. He frantically reached out and grabbed the handle, trying to open it, but it was locked. Alone in the room, he stood by the pink door, yelling and pounding with his fists until his voice was hoarse and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Exhausted and defeated, Ethan turned. That's when he spotted the mirror on the wall, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. With heavy footsteps, he approached the mirror, unsure if he even wanted to see the horror that its mirrored surface would reflect back. But he had to look. He had to know the full extent of the damage.

Ethan froze in place a few feet in front of the mirror, his heart sinking as he stared at his reflection. With a guttural cry, he brought his hands to the sides of his head and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

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Before seeing his feminised body, the young man had an indication of what he might find in the mirrored surface, but the sight that greeted him was more shocking than he could have ever imagined. Like his new room, he was covered in pink. But it was the body inside the constricting outfit that left him breathless. With basketball-sized breasts jutting comically from his chest and an obscene amount of junk in his trunk, the body he saw was the most ridiculously voluptuous he had ever encountered.

Overcome with despair, Ethan collapsed onto the carpet and curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth as the realization that he now had a body to rival most Playboy models hit him like a freight train. He was lost and broken, not knowing where to turn or what to do.