Biofuel Reform Program

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Male to Female Transformation, Slobification (WG, Burping, Farting), and IQ Loss

With the promise of a full pardon for his crimes, Felix Manchester signs up to be a test subject in an experimental reform program. For the low cost of changing him into a female blob of lard only capable of eating and farting, he will become an integral part of a revolutionary energy program. This is a commission for Hyperoct. 

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   For the first time in months, Felix Manchester could see the city streets and people whizzing by alongside the revitalizing smell of fresh air. The view he got through the tiny window of a prison transport wasn’t the most ideal, but it was a nice change of pace to his usual jail cell. Hitting a bump in the road brought his attention back to the pair of handcuffs around his pale wrists that matched well with his bright orange jumpsuit. Using what little movement was allowed to him without inciting the wrath of the nearby guard, he pushed back his short brown hair to give his blue eyes a chance to soak in every detail of the outside world he had missed.

   The sight of a bookstore going by forced a chuckle out of Felix. It reminded him of the very same store he had tried to rob that got him thrown in jail. He had done similar jobs before, easily forcing the cashiers to give everything in their registers without much of a fuss. His streak of successful robberies came to an end as soon as the little old lady minding the shop put down her trashy romance novel to point the barrel of a shotgun right at his face.

   His good mood slightly ruined by the recollection of the fits of laughter the jurors broke into during his trial, Felix nearly fell out of his seat as the transport came to a stop. Nudged by the guard’s nightstick, he got on his feet and walked out. Stepping out of the vehicle, he found himself standing before the front door of a massive hangar. Led inside by the guard, his attention was immediately drawn towards the plethora of lab equipment gathered in a corner.

   Sandwiched between monitors and beakers was a woman adorned in a white lab coat with her unkempt, long, blonde hair hanging down to her waist. It took a moment for her to realize she had company, not turning away from her monitor until she heard the guard clear his throat. Prying herself away from her research, she adjusted the pair of large, round glasses upon her nose and met her guests with a gleeful smile.

   “Hi there,” she said, her voice high on enthusiasm. “My name is Dr. Augey Tier. You can call me Dr. Augey if you want. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Manchester,” she said, holding out her hand.

   “Just call me Felix,” he replied. “Hate to be rude to a looker like you, but…” he held up his hands to show off his unflattering set of arm jewelry.

   “Oh right. Mr. Guard, please remove his handcuffs.”

   “You’re not worried about a hardened criminal like myself escaping or attacking you?” Felix asked, a sly grin on his face.

   “No,” she answered as the guard sifted through his key ring. “I’m quite capable of taking you down. Especially for someone who got captured by an old lady.”

   “Don’t remind me,” Felix muttered, running his fingers along his freed wrists. “So, what are we doing?”

   Dr. Augey waved her finger at him. “Sorry, part of the agreement was that in exchange for being pardoned for all your crimes, you waive your rights to know what the experiment is beforehand.”

   “Doesn’t that break one of the major ethical guidelines of experimenting on humans?”

   “Yes, very much so. That’s why we’re doing it on convicts,” she stated. “What I can tell you is that the experiment will not only free you from prison, but give you a lucrative career afterwards in the energy business.”

   “Really?” Felix asked, the first time he showed genuine interest in her work.

   “If it’s a success, yes. If not…well, there are dozens of other convicts we can try it on. All part of the scientific process,” she said, her unfaltering smile giving a sense of unease to Felix that overshadowed everything he had felt in prison. “Now come, come. There is a lot of work to do and we need to get started right away.”

   Felix looked between the guard and the crazy scientist to weigh his options. “If you say so,” he relented, following her towards the makeshift lab with his guard close behind.

   “Now as I was saying,” Dr. Augey began as she sifted through her tools, “the purpose of this experiment is to provide convicts with a suitable place to re-integrate into society. No offense to you Mr. Manchester, but to accomplish this we will need to make some drastic changes to your body, mind, and disposition.”

   Felix scoffed. “You sound like a mix between my lawyer and my last girlfriend. So what’s your big plan? A sharing circle? Community service?”

   “Nope,” she replied, holding up a glass cup of bubbling, bright pink muck. “We’re going to be using drugs.”

   Being handed the glass of mystery fluid, Felix lifted it up to his face and got a whiff akin to rotten strawberries. “The hell is this?”

   “Like I said, drugs,” Dr. Augey stated. “It’s a little something I put together. Please drink all of it so we can start the experiment.”

   “This won’t kill me, will it?”

   “It shouldn’t,” Dr. Augey replied, holding up a clipboard and pen, “but the results should be enlightening regardless.”

   Already trying to think of a way to escape from the crazy scientist, Felix lifted the cup up to his lips. Closing his eyes and pinching his nose, he allowed several drops of the mystery fluid to slide down his throat. A sickeningly sweet taste helped to ease his nerves, coercing him into drinking a little faster. Just as he was getting used to the powerful flavor of strawberries, he found himself nearly drowning as Dr. Augey stepped forward to tilt up the glass.

   “Apologies,” she said as the last of mixture was poured down his throat, “but we do need to get a move on.”

   As Dr. Augey pulled away the glass, Felix took several deep breaths. Ensuring that he was still among the living, he turned towards the doctor with the angriest expression he could muster. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? You could’ve killed me you crazy bi-BWOOOOOOOOORRRRP!”

   “Hmm, seems like I put in a little too much of mixture BG-48,” Dr. Augey said, scribbling on her clipboard. “I wonder if it might have interfered with…oh, there it goes.”

   Shooting a confused look at the doctor, Felix felt a tightness in his chest. Thinking it was just another errant gas bubble he looked down to see his loose jumpsuit grow tight around his torso. The cause was made evident by two lumps of flesh that gradually swelled up into grapefruit-sized spheres. Grabbing hold of his new additions, it only took a few squeezes for him to figure out what they were. It might have been a while since he had a chance to touch them himself, but he could never forget the feel of a luscious pair of breasts.

   Too preoccupied with groping his own tits, Felix was left blinded as his bangs drastically extended to reach down to his waistline. Pulling away the strands, he could feel his callused hands becoming daintier to match his lithe arms. Running his fingers along his face, he felt his rugged chin hair fall away to make room for softer, more feminine features.

   “Here, let me help,” Dr. Augey said, volunteering her services to tie back Felix’s hair into a long ponytail.

   “Doc what the hell…” Felix trailed off, taken off guard by the heightened pitch and gentler tone to his voice.

   “Hold still, almost done,” Dr. Augey replied, splitting her attention between fixing Felix’s hair and recording his various changes on her clipboard.

   As the doctor flicked around his ponytail, Felix felt the tip get bounced around by another set of voluptuous curves. Turning around as much as Dr. Augey would allow, he took a good look at the perfectly rounded bubble butt that had called his backside home. Finally piecing together a complete image from his long hair, feminine features, and ample curves, his hand shot towards his groin. Sliding his fingers along his crotch, he failed to find a familiar bulge. In place of his penis, he felt the unmistakable folds and dips of his new vagina.

   “What the hell!?” Felix shouted, a strong press against her changed genitalia pushing out a squeaky fart from her rear.

   “Hey, I’m standing right here,” Dr. Augey said, pinching her nose as she backed away from Felix’s expulsion.

   “You changed me into a woman?” Felix asked, illustrating her point by pushing her boobs together.

   “Yes, it’s part of the reform program,” Dr. Augey explained. “Studies show that the public is much more willing to accept the apology of a soft female rather than a rugged male. This will make the rest of the process so much more appealing to both the public and our investors.”

   “Is this reversible?” Felix asked, clutching her mid-section to try and control the gas building inside of her stomach. Her efforts only worsened her mood as another fart escaped from her rear.

   “We’ll worry about that afterwards,” Dr. Augey said, waving away the foul air. “For now, we need to continue molding you into the desired form for the experiment.” Opening up a cabinet, she pulled out a bottle of grey, viscous goop. Handing it off to Felix, she pulled out her clipboard again and waited. “Please consume the entirety of this bottle.”

   “You seriously think I’m going to drink that after you’ve BWOOOOOOORRRRP!”

   Seizing the opportunity, Dr. Augey stepped forward and upended the contents of the bottle into Felix’s mouth. The fury that sprung up in Felix’s eyes softened as the gelatinous fluid slid down her throat. While she couldn’t quite pinpoint the flavor, her taste buds rejoiced at the honor of having the mystery goop grace their presence. By the time the last of the goo poured down her throat, Felix found herself grabbing the bottle from the doctor to lick up what few, precious drops remained behind.

   “See, that wasn’t so bad,” Dr. Augey commented as she scribbled on her clipboard. “What are your thoughts?”

   “UUURRP more,” Felix replied, rubbing her hand along her suddenly ravenous stomach, paying little mind to the thin layer of pudge added to it. “Please…give me more.”

   Dr. Augey raised an eyebrow as she tapped her pen against her clipboard. “You appear to be exhibiting symptoms of drastic addiction and submissiveness after a single dose. While worrying, it will be quite useful in the rest of the experiment.”

   “Whatever,” Felix said, punctuating with a high pitched squeak of flatulence. “Just give me more!”

   “Very well. Guard, your services are no longer necessary. You may leave now.”

   “Don’t have to tell me twice,” the guard replied, more than willing to put some distance between himself and whatever was going on with the experiment.

   “Right this way,” Dr. Augey said, gesturing for a very willing Felix following close behind.

   Mind focused on her growling stomach and her gas expulsions echoing throughout the hangar, Felix nearly ran into Dr. Augey as the scientist stopped in her tracks. Looking past the doctor, her eyes went wide at the sight of a large vat of the same grey goop attached to a pump. Looking over the plethora of other equipment scattered about, Felix’s attention was set on the nozzle laying in front of a padded seat.

   “There we are,” Dr. Augey said, lowering Felix onto the chair. “Now just give me a moment to-“

   Dr. Augey paused as she noticed Felix reaching for the nozzle. Brandishing her clipboard, a quick smack to the hand was enough to get her test subject to reel back.

   “The hell?” Felix asked, the pain keeping her mind distracted from her hunger. “I thought the whole point was to get me to eat this stuff.”

   “Yes, but we have to control your intake,” Dr. Augey replied as she opened up another box. “I need to record every moment of your progress. Just be patient a little longer.”

   As Felix opened her mouth to complain, she paused as she noticed Dr. Augey approach with several jars of grey goo in hand. Obediently sitting still, she waited for the doctor to get everything set up. The desire to lunge at the doctor to reap the delicious rewards were not enough to incite the convict’s notable ferocity. Sitting there with her fingers drumming against her growling belly, any sense of violence felt deadened by a mental mist that hovered around her head. Trying to comprehend what was happening to her body, she was caught completely off guard as Dr. Augey wheeled a cart laden with bottles filled to the brim with grey goo in front of her.

   “You may start when I say go,” Dr. Augey announced, her clipboard at the ready. “Ready…set…”

   Dr. Augey hesitated for a moment. Peering over her glasses, she observed the look in Felix’s eyes. Smacking her lips, Felix seemed to be mere moments away from lunging from the couch to dive into the liquid feast. An excited smile spreading across her face, Dr. Augey made sure to write down every last detail before uttering the word, “GO!”

   Like a wild beast released from its cage, Felix attacked the cart. Upon opening the first container, it only took a few seconds for her to chug down its contents. Pausing only to let a belch roll up her throat, her fingers were already grasping at two more jars. Through the mess of goop that splattered across her face, she was keen to suck up every last drop to satiate her ravenous stomach. Ignoring the bouts of flatulence that sprung forth as the feast continued, she failed to notice the drastic changes happening to her body.

   By the seventh jar of goop, Felix had developed a sizable potbelly that stretched out the limits of her jumpsuit. Perhaps envious of the belly bulge, her breasts surged forward to try and match it with a size comparable to a pair of melons tightly squeezed within her suit. However, the winner of the weight gain race was her lower half, her butt the first part of her body to successfully burst open a hole in her clothing.

   Spreading her widening cheeks across her seat, Felix only took notice of her various growths as a squeaky fart sent a shiver through her bountiful flab. The momentary distraction from her feast gave her a chance to realize what the irresistible goop was doing her. Pausing to grope her pudgy belly with her plumped up fingers, she felt a rising pressure building inside of her lower intestines.

   “Wait! Wait! Not yet!” Dr. Augey shouted as she noticed Felix’s face turn red with exertion. “I need to get some equipment set up. Hold it in until I say so.”

   Despite the rising pressure in her gut, Felix dutifully obeyed. The longer she watched the doctor pull over a series of strange boxes and tubes, the more she could feel her body yearning to release the building pressure. A steady stream of burps escaping from her lips helped to ease her pain, but they were nothing compared to the surplus of gas the goop had created. Clutching her stomach, she doubted she could hold out much longer.

   Felix’s patience broke as she felt something get shoved up her anus. The shock alone was enough to free her from any restraints to unleash a sputtering fart from between her cheeks. Rather than permeate the area with her stench, the gas was sucked up by a long tube and fed into a metal box. Just as the last of her fart petered out, a bright green light shined atop of the machine to reflect off of the eager Dr. Augey’s glasses.

   “Yes! It’s working,” Dr. Augey proclaimed, sliding her hand along the device as if it were her precious baby.

   “What the BWOOOOOOORRP hell is that?” Felix asked.

   “This is the focal point of your reformation program,” the doctor explained. “By feeding you a constant supply of my specially crafted mixture, I intend to turn you into a living bio-fuel factory. The gas that will build up inside of you will then be transferred into my marvelous device to be transmuted into a near endless source of energy. Isn’t it amazing?”

   “You’re going to turn me into a giant gas bag?” Felix asked, grabbing hold of her gut and gifting the machine another helping of flatulence.

   “Yes. I can’t think of a better way to re-introduce criminals into society as upstanding citizens than by having you directly contribute to the community’s revolutionary power supply. Given, no one will want to be around you with your rotten stench, but take solace in knowing how much good you’ll be doing for the world.”

   “That’s it. You’re a freaking psychopath. Let me out of here or else I’ll-“

   Felix was silenced as Dr. Augey lifted up a jar to let the aroma of grey goop waft into her nose. Yanking the jar from the doctor’s grasp, Felix lifted it to her lips and drank it all down in a matter of seconds. Mixing the sound of the jar shattering on the opposite side of the hangar with a prolonged PHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT, Felix was more than willing to accept the next several servings the doctor gave her in exchange for continuing to feed the generator.

   Through several more carts worth of the goo, Felix’s body continued to enlarge to accommodate her increasing gas rate. Her bottom took on the majority of her weight, giving her ample cushioning to keep her comfortable as she let out a steady stream of flatulence. A few more jars finally freed her belly from the confines of her jumpsuit, the flabby protrusion resting between her plush thighs. To the sound of a boisterous belch, her breasts broke free to catch the splatter of goop that sprayed from her lips. Wiping her fingers along the beach-ball sized mammaries to clean up the mess, Felix showed little signs of slowing her descent into hedonism.

   “Very interesting,” Dr. Augey commented over the noise of more tears forming in Felix’s jumpsuit. “I’ve never seen someone take to the mixture so readily.” Walking over to the generator, her eyes gleamed as one of Felix’s farts fed the machine for a minute straight. “Not to mention how efficient the output seems to be. We must move onto the next stage of the experiment immediately. What do you say?”

   Pulling her mouth away from her final jar, Felix licked up the goo clinging to her lips. “Give UUUURRRP more,” was all she could manage to say.

   “Oooooh, I do love it when a test subject is so enthusiastic,” Dr. Augey said, nearly lunging at Felix to embrace her. “Just you wait. I’ll get the final phase of your reformation ready to go.”

   Effortlessly finishing off the last cart, Felix swiveled her head back and forth in search of more of her precious goop. What she found was Dr. Augey dragging over the pump with the hose hanging over her shoulder. An attempt was made to get up and take the device from her, but Felix’s fat ass remained firmly seated upon the cushions. Unable to do little more than force out a few farts as she pointlessly tried to stand up, she was nevertheless rewarded as Dr. Augey offered her the end of the hose.

   Snatching up the nozzle, Felix shoved it in her mouth without a second thought. Taking a moment to appreciate the hunger lurking in her test subject’s eyes, Dr. Augey strolled over to the pump. With the flick of a switch, the grey goo began chugging its way through the hose. Her attention glued to the mixture as it crept ever closer towards her, Felix’s body shook with anticipation and building gas as her meal approached.

   The grey goop met Felix’s open maw with a surge of its delicious flavor. Letting out something akin to an erotic moan, she swallowed down every drop of the goop without hesitation. Several gulps led to a bevy of boisterous farts erupting from her fattening rear to be transferred into the generator. Grasping the hose between her sausage-like fingers, Felix proceeded to squeeze it along to quicken the speed of her feast.

   Multiple times Felix’s grip was tested as the nozzle was nearly pushed out of her mouth by wayward belches. Keeping her plump lips firmly wrapped around the hose kept the burps at bay, at the cost of letting a few drops spill from her lips to dribble down her chins and sink between her medicine ball-like tits. One hand busy with maintaining her source of food, the other took on the task of massaging her belly to help her digestion and feel the abundance of blubber being padded on with each passing second. Her efforts bore fruit in the form of a near endless supply of gas that spouted from her elephantine rear.

   The expulsions kept her pear-shaped figure in a near constant state of vibrating and surrounded her with noxious fumes that managed to slip out of the tube stuck up her colon. Her fog of flatulence did more than just embed her awful stench into her flesh. It was if the gas was seeping into her very brain, keeping her focused on only feeding and farting to please Dr. Augey to ensure her meal wouldn’t come to an end.

   Felix’s trance-like state was interrupted as she came crashing down to the ground. Substantial padding around her backside prevented any major damage, at least to her body. Swiveling her thick neck back and forth surveyed the shattered remnants of her chair. The true ramifications of her impact were felt as she surveyed the pump lying on its side with her precious goop spilling out onto the floor. In a fit of desperation, she pulled and squeezed on her hose in an attempt to save any of her liquid feast that had survived the impact.

   Just as Felix attempted and failed to heave her 1000-pound form into a standing position, she heard the creak of machinery echo throughout the room. Frantically looking for the source let her see that she had been left completely alone at some point, with no trace of Dr. Augey to be seen. In addition, the already spacious hanger looked completely abandoned with all of the lab equipment having been moved out at some point without her noticing. Continuing to wrack her deadened thoughts to try and figure out what was happening, she could hear the machinery growing louder than her own digestive tract.

   The source finally became clear as she managed to tilt her head up to see something descending from the ceiling. It took a few moments, but she finally recognized the shape of a hose similar to the one she had been sucking on, albeit several times wider. As the new nozzle drew ever closer, her body let loose a bombardment of farts and burps as she shook with excitement. When the hose finally reached her head level, she snatched it up without a second thought. Plunging the end of the tube into her mouth, she was rewarded with the sound of something gushing down from the ceiling.

   A splurge of the addictive goo came pouring down the hose like a raging waterfall. Absolutely famished during the few minutes since she had last eaten, she lapped up the torrent of goop with ravenous hunger. Something about the mixture this time made it seem all the more tantalizing. Every gulp felt more heavenly than her first taste several hundred pounds ago. More enamored with her goop than ever before, what was happening to her body was a thought pushed further and further into the back of her mind.

   The remnants of her destroyed seat were gradually swallowed up by her ass fat spreading across the floor. To accommodate the massive intake of goop, her belly further bulged outwards to match the size of a shipping container with little signs of slowing. Any droplets that broke free from the hose were splattered against her massive chest, each breast large enough to fit the entirety of her old prison cell. However, it still wasn’t enough.

   The longer she sucked away at her hose, the closer her brain began to resemble her beloved mush. Memories and thoughts felt like a far off dream that were lost between her numerous fat folds. Even the sensation of her growing rear knocking over the generator barely registered for her. A sensation of dozens of hands scrambling across her backside were easily put off, only realizing what they had done hours after they had parted from the hangar.

   Several nozzles had been shoved deep inside of her rear, each one leading up the ceiling. Just as before, the device was the perfect apparatus to collect the maelstrom of gases building up inside of Felix’s body. The machine came at the right time as Felix’s digestion went into overdrive as soon as she surpassed the 5000-pound threshold. Farts came flying out of her anus as often as she drew breath, ensuring a steady supply of methane to whatever was attached to the other end. The burps that had so rudely interrupted her feasting gradually decreased, her gas production focusing solely on feeding the tubes sunk between her massive butt cheeks.

   The hoses attached to Felix’s mouth and backside bent and swayed as she reached behemoth proportions. Despite her gargantuan size, the tubes dutifully stayed connected even as she started to outgrow the hangar. Mercy was shown on the bending walls as Felix’s growth came to a gradual stop. Even then, her belly alone was big enough to house a commercial airliner with plenty of room to spare. The 18-wheeler sized sacks of meat that were her tits lazily rested against the floor to provide ample cushioning. However, the hardest working part of her body still took the most amount of her fat. As her ass pressed up against the wall of the hangar, its berth of cellulite speckled flesh still rippled with the constant flatulence that sprung forth.

   Felix herself had been reduced to little more than her base instincts. Hidden deep within her mass of blubber, her face showed a blank expression of pure bliss as she continued to suck away at her tube and shroud herself in an endless miasma of farts. Unable to see past her permanently stuffed cheeks and rows upon rows of chins, it was impossible for her to tilt her head up even an inch to see the bright light of a window perched at the top of the hangar. If she had the chance to glance inside, she would see a group of people staring in awe at what she had become.

   “Is that really Felix?” the warden of Felix’s prison asked.

   “Yes sir,” Dr. Augey answered, proudly puffing up her chest as she approached the window. “Over the course of a month, a constant diet of my special formula has crafted Mr., I mean, Ms. Manchester into the perfect, human, gas factory.”

   The warden peeked open the window and immediately recoiled from the smell that wafted into the room. “I’m impressed *cough*, but how does Felix feel? He was one of the most aggressive prisoners I’d seen.”

   “SHE has gone through a drastic mental change to match her new state,” Dr. Augey corrected. “Ms. Manchester is kept in a perpetual state of calm bliss. She will never want or ask for anything, not that she’s capable of speaking with that tube in her mouth. There are side effects, such as the loss of the passage of time and an inability for advanced brain functions, but I think it’s working pretty well.”

   “How well?”

   Dr. Augey showed off a wide grin. “Over the course of Ms. Manchester’s reformation, we’ve hooked her up to the city’s power grid. As of right now, she is putting out enough energy to power ten city blocks and then some. Although, to keep this project under wraps I have had to limit her growth. If given the proper funding and support, I’d be more than willing to see just how efficient she could be at her full size.”

   “You don’t say,” the warden commented, rubbing his chin as he looked upon the enormous gas bag with an altered perspective. “Do you need any more test subjects? I have quite a few prisoners in solitary confinement that could benefit greatly from your program. With a sizable cut of the profits from this little venture for me of course.”

   “Sure, sure,” Dr. Augey said, not even looking at the warden. “I’ll give you more than a fair price. Besides, I’m not in it for the money.” Placing her hand on the glass, she peered down to stare at Felix’s fat-laden face. “My interests are purely to give these people a place where they can become contributing members of society again.” Dr. Augey closed her eyes and smiled as a particularly loud and long fart erupted from Felix’s backside. “Through whatever means necessary.”