"Hehehehe~"
Adams creepy giggle echoed throughout the room.
"Aww you woke up too quickly Adam, I wanted to do something with your body first."
"....."
"Are you okay Adam? Why are you so silent,.. are you angry with me?~"
A wild smiled appeared on the femboys face.
But something was strange. As Adam rose to his feet, a sudden shiver rolled down Ash's spine.
Adam's body tensed, then relaxed, and something weird began to happen. His frame, once raw with bruises and exhaustion, began to shift subtly, every contour sharpening, every sinew stretching taut beneath his skin. Layers of tension unraveled, leaving behind a lean, sinewy form, muscles defined with perfect symmetry, each one sculpted as if by some unseen artist's hand. His shoulders broadened , not with bulk but with the kind of strength that held hidden power. His waist drew in, his torso gaining a sleek, tapered shape that seemed built for agility and precision.
Every line, every angle, whispered with honed resilience. Veins rose along his forearms, his hands flexing instinctively, as though rediscovering their own strength. His jawline sharpened, his face taking on a new intensity, Eyes wide with no pupils. He felt like a weapon just on the edge of release.
Ash watched him, eyes widening as she took in the change, the calm, contained power in his stance, the quiet danger that radiated from him now like an aura.
Adam rolled his shoulders, his newly transformed body feeling like it had finally caught up with the spirit inside him.
"Ada-
BOOM!
Adam's body was a blur, moving faster than Ash could think. One moment he was motionless on the floor; the next, he was on him , hands seizing Ash's face in a crushing grip. His fingers dug into Ash's skin, raw force radiating from his body as he hurled Ash through the air.
**BANG!**
Ash's body collided with the concrete wall, then tumbled down to the floor in a heap. Dizzy, he barely registered the ground as he rolled, instinct guiding himself to move just as Adam's knee crashed down, shattering the floor where his face had been moments before. He pushed herself up, adrenaline roaring, only to see a fist descending in a blur, smashing through layers of concrete.
He had to move, but there was no time—Adam's arm scythed through the air, sweeping through debris and closing around her shoulders with terrifying force. His grip tightened, unrelenting, and Ash felt bones straining, the distinct **CRACK** of his shoulder giving way.
With a snarl, he flung Ash down like a discarded toy, the impact against the floor making him bounce off the rubble. But Adam wasn't finished. His hand shot out, seizing Ash's leg, yanking him up only to slam down into the ground once more. Again. And again. Each impact drove the air from his lungs, rattling him to the core.
"Damn it…" Ash hissed, spitting blood as her head pounded. His body was screaming in pain, broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a fractured leg—it felt like his life was trickling away, breath by tortured breath. If he didn't think of something, he was going to die here, with nothing but fractured bones and dust to mark his end.
But there was no end. Adam lunged forward, his leg sweeping down in a vicious arc, his heel slamming into Ash's broken arm, pinning him against the shattered remnants of the chair Adam had once been chained to.
**CRACK!**
Adam's breath came in ragged, mechanical gasps, every movement a testament to raw power and instinct. He wasn't there, not consciously—just a body in motion, pure muscle memory guiding every brutal strike. He drew back for another assault, not out of anger or malice, but because his body knew only one command: eliminate the threat.
Ash scrambled backward, forcing his battered limbs to obey as he dodged the fists. Every swing shattered the air, each missed strike splintering wood and concrete, leaving devastation in his wake. Ash realized then that he was fighting something beyond thought, Adam, driven by a relentless, instinctive fury that seemed almost impossible to counter.
But there was a pattern. Amidst the brutality, Ash could see the rhythm, the unthinking sequence of his movements. Wild and predictable. That was his chance.
With what little energy he had left, he waited, body coiled like a spring. Adam's next strike came, and he slipped beneath it, his fist flying wide. Using his momentum,Ash sprang up, twisting around his bulk as he turned. Ash dodged his knee, his arms—one still broken—maneuvering until they looped around his neck, his legs locking tightly around Adam's torso from behind.
His hold was vicious, arm pressing against Adam's throat with unyielding strength. Adam's body flailed, the sheer force of his struggles driving Ash into the wall behind him. He gasped, vision swimming as Adam's shoulder rammed into his ribs, but he held on, legs clamped tight, his chokehold like iron around Adam's neck.
He could feel Adam's pulse beneath her arm, the rhythm slowing with each ragged breath he drew. Adam's hands clawed at his arms, tearing flesh as his eyes widened, but his strength was draining. Each second, his muscles grew heavier, the weight of unconsciousness bearing down on him. Finally, his hands went slack, his limbs collapsing as he slumped in Ash's hold, his body going still.
Ash released him, gasping, his own vision swimming as he staggered back. He glanced down at Adam's unconscious form, a mixture of pain and triumph on his face, then leaned down, brushing his lips over Adam's cheek in a twisted display of victory.
As he turned to leave, something caught his eye—a small, pink pill near Adam's hand, the color vibrant against the dull, gray rubble. He paused, curious, and bent down, cautiously reaching for it. Just as his fingers brushed the pill, Adam's hand shot up, grabbing his wrist in a bone-crushing grip. With a single, instinctive motion, Adam forced Ash's mouth open and shoved the pill down Ash's throat.
Ash choked, gasping as the pill lodged in his throat. He staggered back, coughing as hus eyes widened. "What… the hell was that?" he rasped, feeling the pill's bitterness dissolve on his tongue. His mutant blood meant he was immune to most toxins, but why had Adam forced it into his mouth with such brutal precision?
He stumbled out of the basement, his body aching as he made way to the bathroom. But before he could even reach the door, a sudden flare of pain shot through him, so intense it dropped him to his knees.
"ARGH!"
The pain spread like fire, twisting through his muscles, flooding every nerve with a burning heat. His chest felt tight, his head pounding, a blinding pressure building beneath his skin. He collapsed, his body writhing as though each cell were tearing itself apart and rebuilding. Ash's vision darkened, the pain unbearable, and with a final, strangled gasp, he blacked out.
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When she finally opened her eyes, something was… different. She felt strangely grounded, her limbs oddly heavy yet unfamiliar. Rising unsteadily, she glanced around, her gaze landing on a mirror hanging across the room.
And what she saw made her heart stutter.
The reflection staring back was different, wholly and inescapably changed. Her once-angular frame had softened, curves where there had been none, her waist narrow, her hips fuller. And her chest…
In a daze, she reached up, her hands brushing over her chest, feeling the unfamiliar softness.
"Oh… my god…" she whispered, voice thick with shock.
Her hands traveled lower, seeking what had once been there, her heart pounding. Her breath caught as she registered the absence, the flatness beneath her fingers, the irrefutable proof that her body had changed.
She took a shaky breath, her mind spinning as the reality of her transformation settled in. The pill. Adam's pill had done this—transformed her in a way she could barely comprehend.
(my cock?..where's my cock?)
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[Adam pov]
Ah fuck.
A dull ache throbbed in my skull as I opened my eyes, fighting the heavy fog that clouded my mind. What… had happened?
My vision cleared, and in front of me was a sight straight out of an anime—a pair of toned, thick thighs right in my face.
"GYATTT!"
My hands shot out without even thinking, grabbing onto them. Soft, warm, strong.
"Ah~" a teasing voice cooed above me.
I blinked, following the line of her thighs up to a curvaceous torso, then further to… two massive bazoongas.
GOOGLY MOOGLY.
"You finally woke up, huh?" she drawled, arms crossed over her chest, an amused smile curling on her lips. "And the first thing you do is assault me?"
I blinked, stunned. "Uh… who are you?"
Her face… I'd never seen her before, but somehow, there was a sense of familiarity.
"Wait… are you the FEMBOY?"
The disbelief hit hard seeing her suddenly possessing all the curves of a supermodel. And—my eyes fell lower, to where there was no bulge.
"It was that pill, you know?" she said, the same smug grin widening. "The pink pill."
"What?" My brain struggled to keep up. Memories were fuzzy, barely forming. "I… gave you that?"
"You forced youself on me and fed me that," she replied with a casual shrug, lips twisting in a wry smile.
What did that even mean? Forced myself on her? Had I lost all sense?
Her smile grew sly. "You know… right after I killed your sister."
Huh? My sister!!
But wait,..... who was my sister?
I frowned, brow creasing. "I don't have a sister." My voice was flat; the words felt almost mechanical. Who was she talking about?
She tilted her head, and a glimmer danced in her eyes, a mischievous gleam. "Do you actually… not remember your sister?"
Was she joking?
"Like I said… I don't have a sister."