A Little Place In Amsterdam (Part 3)

As the day was going on the people running “Fetisha” were slowly building up their employment as they were going to start an Amsterdam’s all male escort company in the square of Amsterdam. Their mission was too kidnap tourists, and infect them with the serum the scientists of the company made. The men knew that girls were going to be easier to entice to get to the building, and that’s where Javier comes in. His job is too lure the subjects to the building, where they would be taken to the labs to be transformed into the perfect men for the company. The men in this company had no remorse for the lives they were ruining by turning all these tourists into European male prostitutes. As, long as they make money, they do not care how, or whom it comes from. 

The men then store around the window in front of the third girl that they kidnapped from earlier in the day. It was Carmen, and she was still sleeping from the serum she was shot with earlier. The men knew that it would only be moments until Carmen was awake. 

Carmen then showed signs of movement as the men laughed, as they knew the third subject was about to be employed. Carmen lifted her head, and she looked to see she was in an identical white room like Ashley, and Belinda were in before. “Shit...I think Javier might have roofied us” 

Carmen said looking around for her friends. “Guys...anyone there” she said as she closed her eyes from the grogginess of waking up. She then saw no one in the room with her. “You gotta be shitting me” she said to herself as she looked down at what she was wearing. It was some weird black apron thing that looked like it could’ve been out of Christian Grey’s dungeon. “Whoever you are...you’re a pervert for changing me into these sex clothes” she said covering her ass as she saw it was out. “Hello...is anyone here?” she said as she went to each side of the wall to see if there was a secret door. 

“Well that’s the last time we listen to fucking Monica” she said as she was clueless on how she was going to get out of this room. “I wonder where everyone else is” she said to herself as she heard a deep laughter coming from the speakers. “Well...you finally talk” Carmen said as she saw a hole opening up in the wall. Carmen had a bad feeling, she then jumped away from the hole, and the dart that shot out missed her slightly. 

“What the fuck was that?” she said to herself as she looked around the room. She then saw a second hole open up. “Shit” she said trying to quickly get up, but the second dart got her right in her ankle. “Fuck!” she screamed as she took the dart out of her ankle. “Shit...what was in that?” she asked the speaker man. The man laughed in complete satisfaction, as they knew their third man was on their way. 

“Fuck” Carmen said as her head began to get lightheaded. “Something was deff in that dart” she said falling back against the wall as she felt a weird aching in her limbs. Like Belinda, and Ashley, Carmen’s legs, and arms were
growing longer from the concoction the men in the company made. 

Carmen looked at her legs as she put the apron to the side of her. “Shit...what are you sick fucks doing to me?” she asked as Carmen looked down to see her feet changing. They were growing thicker, and longer as her toes lost their feminine look. “What the fuck” Carmen said as she watched her feet grow into a pair of large men’s feet. 

Carmen’s head began to flutter in complete horror as her legs began to change, and morph as muscle swelled, and thickened. Carmen felt her ass thickened, as it swelled to a giant size.
 

“Shit” Carmen said as she watch a bulge forming in her tight leather pants. “You sick perverts are pretty fucked” Carmen said as her upper body began to thicken, and barrel out. Her stomach thickened with muscle, and girth
as dark hair traveled up her stomach, and to her hardening chest. 

“Holy shit this can’t be real” Carmen said as she felt her shoulder widened, and broaden. 

Carmen then felt a weird pain go down her left arm, as she saw not only was it swelling with muscle, a giant tattoo was appearing on her swelling arm. “Shit...that’s insane” Carmen said in shock, as her arms were massive. 

Carmen looked at her hands as they thickened, and grow bigger.   Her fingers grew longer as they thickened, and her nails receded. “Holy...fuck...this is pretty intense” Carmen said holding her head. She felt her hair receded as it darkened.
Her hair then receded into a thinning male hair style. “OH SHIT” Carmen said horrified as she felt her balding head. 

Carmen’s neck thickened as she felt her face contort. “FUCK!” Carmen said in a deeper tone as her face was becoming harder, and more masculine. Her nose broadened, as her jawline began to square. Her manly face then grew a fine beard leaving Carmen completely unrecognizable. 

“No...you...sick...fucks” Carmen said as the chemicals finally reached her brain. “What...is happening” Carmen said as her voice deepened more, and became more struggled with English. Carmen’s mind was diminishing, and she couldn’t stop it. Carmen looked down at her hairy body, and it was becoming more, and more natural. She felt her body, and rubbed her muscular hairy chest. “Sex...cum...sex...Oh...” Carmen’s mind was becoming that of a sex-crazed man. 

Carlos screamed something in another language as he came in his tight shorts. Carlos stood up as he felt his chest, and his ass. He was getting pleasure in feeling his hard hairy body. Like the previous two, Javier came in, and escorted Carlos out of the lab. As Carlos followed Javier out of the company’s lab, Carlos noticed these men looking at two girls in two white rooms. Carlos then walked upstairs, where Javier escorted him to his new room. 

Carlos looked at the equipment, and he was excited to see a nice gym in his room. He then started lifting a barbell as he looked around at his new room, and job. He then smiled knowing that this job was going to be a good job to have. 

***
 

“Have you seen these girls?” asked a woman in her late thirties to a group of people in the square. They shocked their heads saying no. 

“Dammit” the woman said in a frantic behavior. This was Pauline Fleming, the organizer, and supervisor of the girls at the school. She knew she was going to be fucked if she couldn’t find those five girls. “Where the hell are you girls” Ms. Fleming said as she walked by the building where the company are making the missing schoolgirls their workers for life. 

Pauline then went in a cab, and went off to the nearest police station to report the girls missing. She would hope that she would be able to find the girls before the parents in America got word of this, or she would probably be better not coming back.