Barbie's Bliss

[Magister]

Welcome, gentle reader, to a thread being written by myself and geri. Please do not post here, though, as we wish to handle it entirely by ourselves, this once. We do encourage you to keep coming back to read it... it will be well worth your patronage, we promise!

There will be any number of shocking twists, turns, and kinks in the plot. Oh, and speaking of kink, you would have to go quite a long distance to find a kinkier story!

The setting is an anonymous major metropolitan city, one with a history of the typical crime and violence. Our protagonist, Detective John Irons, has grown up in this city, only leaving it for a tour of duty as a Navy SEAL. He is a hard man, strong, tough, and dedicated to his duty. That duty was hammered into him by his father, his grandfather, and any number of male relatives.

The police department, recognizing his outstanding skills and ability to work alone, has made him a Detective Inspector, and allowed him to work on his own, throughout the city, on whichever special assignments he thinks suit him best.

Of late, he has been working on a new drug problem. Literally new, as the newest drug to hit the streets has defied all attempts at chemical analysis. The drug is called Heaven's Switch. It produces an instant, totally euphoric, insanely addictive high in people, but has an interesting aftereffect.

While the labs cannot find a single trace of what could cause it, users of this drug find themselves slowly feminized. Female users find their breasts slowly growing larger, their bodies slimming, their hair growing longer, and every female attribute becoming more pronounced. At first, this effect was ignored, but it became more evident over time... Male users are experiencing much the same thing!

The drug has only been seen in the city for the past couple of months, so nothing is known of the effects of its longterm use. Considering the physical side-effects of it, many women are committing crimes already, just to get more money to pay for it. Most men are a bit more reluctant, and try to fight the craving once they've tried it, but it is very, very addictive.

 

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John Irons

I took a drag on my cigarette as I scanned the newest information to come across my desk about Heaven's Switch. It wasn't much, it never was but by this time I was taking everything that I could get, no scrap was too small for me to pick over until it unraveled. This case was doing alot of that, unraveling, and it was making me a bit more than just frustrated.

I put my cigarette down in the ashtray amidst the other pack and a half that was clogging the porcelin surface. I had been sitting at my desk for well over ten hours trying to glean and type of information that would lead me to a solution and the manufacturer of this very addictive drug. No luck. Finally pushing the papers away I stretched and rubbed my eyes. Someone had called those eyes a gun metal grey. I think it was a punk who decided I was a fool who would easily fall for a ruse he was trying to use to get out of being arrested. Someone else said that they matched my last name. I think that was the last woman I had made the mistake of living with. She had left shortly after that along with my microwave, stereo and favorite CDs. I had to call in a favor for the boys in uniform to track her down for me. I wasn't about to lose a thousand dollar stereo system.

Picking up a smaller folder I scanned through my list of contacts that I used regularly. These contacts I sometimes paid and most of the time muscled into giving me information. Hey, I was on a budget and besides why pay scum to go back to doing exactly what you are trying to stop in the first place? I went over my list again trying to think about a likely candidate for a little persuasive discussion when my eyes caught the name Sylvester Cochran aka Ferrett. So named by his buddies because he could turn up anything anyone wanted at any time even when it looked impossible to do so. He was an expert at 'ferretting' out what people wanted. And right now I wanted information. If anyone knew anything about where this stuff was coming from he would and it was a bit strange that he had become scarce right about the time this stuff hit the streets. A few calls and several disgruntalled responses later I had the address of Ferrett's newest digs and was on my way over.

The street the apartment house was on was seedy, the apartment house even seedier. It was early AM and not a time one would expect a less than friendly visit from your neighborhood Dick. But a perfect time to catch someone off guard. Walking up the stairs I hoped they wouldn't crumble underfoot before I reached the third floor and Ferrett's grand estate. Luckily they held and I was raising my hand to knock on the door when noises behind the much less than sound proof door indicated that Ferrett was somewhat busy with a member of the opposite sex. If she was human she could also be considered the opposite species where Ferrett was concerned. I smiled nastily as I pounded on the door and then stood off to the side so that Ferrett couldn't see who was calling. The noises were not interrupted so I pounded again, louder, illiciting an angry shout from a neighbor two doors down and a curse from inside the apartment as well as whining from the female participant. My smile got even darker and colder as I heard footsteps padding to the door and an angry muttering as my target approached.

 

[Magister]

Ferrett

The door opened a little, obviously restrained by a chain. "What the fuck is it, already? I paid twenny bucks for this whore in here, and I ain't through yet!" The voice, however, did not belong to the snitch known as Ferrett. Through the open door, the burnt rope smell of marijuana was easily smelled.

 

[geri]

John Irons

"Fuck!" I thought when the voice did not match the man I was looking for. Either my contacts screwed up or else this guy knew about Ferrett's whereabouts. Either way I was going to play the card I was given and hope it turned out to be an Ace.

Before the man could shut the door my hand shot out and held it open while flashing my badge. I was pushing on it so hard that it strained against the chain. Moving to where the man could see me I smiled menacingly and said,"Believe me, you're through. And with a lot more than your lady friend if I don't get some answers. First we can talk about that peculiar smell coming from your apartment and then we can talk about someone who I am hoping is a mutual friend. If you try anything stupid I don't think this door is any more solid than the stairs and I will come through it with a loaded pistol aimed straight for a man who was obviously obstructing justice. If you cooperate I may just forget the number to narcotics."

I was betting that the man before me held a rap sheet longer than my arm and I was also betting that narcotics would find a bit more than the pot whose aroma was wafting into the corridor now. Those two things combined would make him do one of two things. Either he would bolt and try to get rid of the evidence in which case I would fulfill my promise to demolish the flimsy door between us and take him down in such a way as to render him non dangerous but able to talk at least. Or he would cooperate, open the door and talk to me. I was not putting much faith in the last possiblity.

"So, what is it going to be?" I said, my eyes and face hard and unyielding. If the man was looking for any signs of me waivering he was out of luck. "You have ten seconds to decide. After that you will owe the apartment manager for a door and you will have me doing more than just breathing down your neck."

 

[Magister]

Ferrett

"Oh, shit! It's Irons!" the female voice cried out from within the room, "Shut the damn door!"

The man in the room tried to slam the door in the detective's face, and Irons could here frantic scrambling from behind the door.

 

[geri]

John Irons

I was startled for a moment when the female in the room recognized me. I was not in the habit of busting prostitutes as they seldom had any useful information and it was much better to leave that in the hands of the boys in blue. Still, if she knew me she might just know Ferrett and, besides, having a door slammed in my face after introducing myself so nicely grated on my nerves.

My stiff arm prevented the door from shutting and the application of pressure with my shoulder tore the chain from the wall and caused the door to bend and break at that point. My weapon was already in my hand and I rounded the door carefully not knowing what I would meet. The bitch might have a gun of her own and I didn't want to kill her before I got the information I needed. Rounding the door, my head lower than it normally would be so as not to present a target I saw the couple frantically trying to get dressed, a bag of what looked like pot on the night stand and a partially smoked joint in an ashtray. I was pretty certain that should I look around I would find more than just the mildly illegal weed but I was not going to take a chance on blowing a search warrant. I could use it for leverage should they prove difficult.

The man had not gotten far, you can't move to well with both your legs tangled in your pants and your ass hanging out for the world to see. The back of my hand came down on the back of his neck and he was laying on the floor in a daze, my foot nestled in his windpipe. I grabbed the slut by the arm in a bruising grip and twisted it, placing the business end of my gun at her temple. My voice had a steel edge to it and my smile was frozen and threatening as I gritted out,"You know, I really, really hate it when I ask politely and show my sweetest disposition only to have someone indicate they don't like me. Now, lets try this one more time, shall we? Sylvester Cochran, known to his friends as well as his enemies as Ferrett. Where is he? And you have used up eight of your ten seconds so I suggest you talk fast."

 

[Magister]

Ferrett

The woman twisted a bit in Iron's grip, but could not escape. Once the gun was at her temple, she stilled quickly.

,"You know, I really, really hate it when I ask politely and show my sweetest disposition only to have someone indicate they don't like me. Now, lets try this one more time, shall we? Sylvester Cochran, known to his friends as well as his enemies as Ferrett. Where is he? And you have used up eight of your ten seconds so I suggest you talk fast."

On the floor, the man started to make strange noises, kind of like a choking cough or a laugh, and tried to speak, but it was hard to understand him. The woman looked at Irons, then looked down, and muttered. "Damn. I've changed so much, even you couldn't spot me!"

 

[geri]

I was floored. "What the hell?!" I thought as I looked the woman over. She was the right size and shape, right color of hair and eyes but it couldn't be. Ferrett had not been missing long enough for a doctor to do that much of a change on him. Realizing that the man under my foot was going not going to be any use if I cut off his air supply too much longer I let the hammer of my gun slowly back into place and used the butt of it to knock him out.

Removing my foot from 'her' friend's throat, I pushed 'Ferrett' down on the bed, rumpled from the activites beforehand, and pulled up a chair to sit by it. Making sure she could see the weapon I still grasped in my hand I gave her a look that said I was through with flowery promises, from now on it was going to get nasty.

"Talk," I said in a low but menacing voice. "You can start with any information you have about 'Heaven's Switch' and end up with how the hell you ended up looking like that. I've heard of the drugs side effects but not on that scale. What did you do? Find a doc that was using it to help his plastic surgery practice?"

 

[Magister]

Ferrett

Now that Iron's full attention was on Ferrett, he could see traces of the male snitch he once knew. The changes were profound, but not absolute. Ferrett's body was now that of a very well endowed female, and a glance between 'her' legs revealed the expected genitalia.

"Ain't none of this surgery, Irons! That damned drug did it to me!" Tears started to fall down 'her' face. "You have NO idea what that shit is like, copper... no idea. First I heard of it was the day Kraigor came to town. He came lookin' for me, I got no idea how he heard of me, and offered me some of the shit." A dreamy look came over Ferrett's face.

"Irons, that was the most awesome shit I'd ever popped in my fucking life! All I had to do for more was to hook him up with people, get a network going." 'She' wiped her eyes angrily with the back of 'her' hand. "And I did it! I got him hooked up with all the right folks, and he kept giving me the shit. It was a couple of weeks before I started noticing changes, but I kept it quiet. A couple more weeks, and there won't no way in hell I could keep it quiet! I got scared, and hid out, but I couldn't stay put. I had to come back to Kraigor, and beg for more junk."

'Her' eyes blazed angrily. "The bastard laughed in my face, said he knew exactly what was going on with me, and said he'd find a way so's I could earn more shit!" At the questioning look in Irons' eyes, 'she' nodded, "oh, yeah... he found a place, alright. Son of a bitch locked me up in a whorehouse! He fucking turned me out himself! Raped the goddamn shit out of me, and had me service anybody he sent over! The junk kept comin', though, so I won't too worried."

"After about a month, I noticed my cock was shrunk down to next to nothin, and my balls too! Not long after that, I had a goddamned cunt! Kraigor kept me there for another few weeks, kept coming in to examine me, and laugh. When he was able to ram his whole thing into me, he tossed me out on the street! Said he'd taught me a good job skill for my new life as a whore!"

 

[geri]

John Irons

I guess there is a first time for everything and right now was the first time I had ever found myself without something to say. No snappy comeback, no witty remark, no sarcasm. I was floored. Ferrett was telling the truth, this much I was sure. You can't fake the kind of sorrow and fear that laced his voice. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him for what he went through or feel like justice had been served for his willing participation at the first. In the end I shook my head and put my gun away. I wasn't about to do 'her' any favors by pulling the trigger.

"Kraigor. Where is he now?" I said keeping an eye on 'her',"And whats the address to this whorehouse." It sounded like the most logical place to start. If the bastard had done it to Ferrett he could and would have done it to others and the whorehouse would be a perfect cover for more than breaking in newly made prostitutes.

 

[Magister]

Ferrett

Ferrett grimaced. "I dunno where Kraigor's keeping himself these days, the prick, but the whorehouse I was at was the one at East and Morgan. You know, Juli's place." The newly made woman eyed Iron's hard body, and licked 'her' lips. "What's your hurry, copper? Don't you wanna see what I can do for you? No charge for the boys in blue, you know?"

The man on the floor barked a harsh laugh, "She's a real cum-slut now, copper!"

 

[geri]

John Irons

I scowled at Ferrett. "The last time I wore blue was at a funeral. I hate black." Then to the man on the floor I growled,"And you're a prick. You two should be good for each other." Rising I walked out the door and down the hall again leaving Ferrett to suffer a sentence harsher than any jury could set on 'her'.

As I drove to the whorehouse my mind was filled with all that Ferrett had told me. If what 'she' said was right than we were dealing with more than just an addictive narcotic. We were dealing with something that could change the world itself and cause chaos if used against key people. With even more determination than I had shown before I tackled this new lead. Getting out of the car I approched the whorehouse, a place that had been raided and closed down countless times but which had sprung up again and again. It was like a boil, it kept reappearing no matter how many times you cleaned it out.

Approaching it cautiously I waited in the shadows for another 'customer' to appear. There were times to charge into a situation and times when taking the bull by the horns could get you killed. This was one of the latter situations. Besides, I had time. I set myself close enough to hear and see what went on at the door but not enough to be caught unless someone came up behind me and I had my weapon drawn just in case that happened.

 

[Magister]

City Selectman Troy

"It's a beautiful day for a walk and a thorough fucking," thought the city's most senior councilman, Sebastian Troy. One of his staff had discovered that Juli had reopened her whorehouse recently, and had a new stable of very special 'girls'... He hadn't been to Juli's before, but her new girls suited his particular fancy very, very well. Troy had a serious kink for she-males, and he'd been told that Juli had the best she-male selection that his aide had ever seen!

He'd parked some distance away, naturally, and was wearing a hat and overcoat to disguise himself as he walked to the whorehouse, trying not to break into a run from his eagerness.

 

[geri]

John Irons

I didn't have to wait too long. Well, actually I should say I've had to wait longer. A man in a hat and overcoat approached the whorehouse with that kind of walk men get when they know their about to get laid. Something in me said that this was my ticket in.

I waited for him to pass by before stepping up behind him and throwing an arm around his neck, dragging him into the alleyway with me. I was just going to borrow his coat, hat and any password used to get into the place without drawing attention. Taking my arm from around his neck just long enough to spin him around and press his back to the wall I again threw a block on his throat but just enough to warn him. I wanted him to be able to talk.

"Okay, bub," I growled to him,"Lets have some information and lets have it fast. Whats the clearance to get in and you can tell me while you are taking off that coat." Whipping the hat off my jaw almost dropped to the ground...right before I grinned like a loon. This was a bonus! Right before my eyes was Senior Councilman Sebastian Troy. A high ranking official and going into a place like Juli's. Most men would back off right about now, refusing to use blackmail to get what they wanted and being afraid that the councilman would see to the end of their career if they did not back down. Most men weren't John Irons.

"Well, well, Councilman Troy," I said a slightly smug tone coming to my voice,"Let me guess. You were in the area petitioning votes for the next election. You were looking over your latest projects and realized that you have been leaning slightly toward the vote of the upper crust and neglecting those of lower status and figured it was high time you corrected that error. So, naturally you would come to the most run down area in your district and the fact that Juli's whorehouse sits right in the middle of it and is in your path is just a coincidence."

I released the councilman's throat and let him see the dangerous sparkle in my eyes. "Or we can make up a version where you weren't even in the area if I get some information from you like any passwords or passcards to Juli's and your coat and hat so I can blend in. And at the first 'I don't know what you're talking about' or 'no comment' I make sure everyone gets a picture of you standing in front of this very building curtisy of my photographer hidden in the building across the way and taking shots of everyone who enters. I am sure that would be a great anniversary present for Mrs Troy to recieve in the mail. Your choice but don't take more than a few seconds to think about it. I am not a patient man."

 

[Magister]

Councilman Troy

The councilman drew in breath to deliver a furious denial, then caught sight of the look in Irons' steely eyes... Troy had heard of Irons before, and knew him to be a maverick cop, one not easily impressed by power or position. He swallowed, and licked his lips nervously, looking around to see if anyone had taken note of their encounter.

Finally, he nodded and, without a word, handed the detective his outer clothing. "The, uh, pass phrase is 'Rosebud sent me.'" Then, Troy scurried off towards his car, his head and shoulders bent low.

 

[geri]

John Irons

My eyes pinned the councilman just as surely as my arm had while I waited for his answer. They also sent a message that whatever he told me had better be true and correct or I would not hesitate to take steps to make his presence here known to others...others who could make or break his career.

Watching him scurry to his car my lip curled in distaste but then I turned my attention to the job at hand. Donning the coat and hat I approached the door and knocked delivering the phrase as it had been told to me and waiting for either acceptance or all hell to break loose, my gun secured in my hand under the coat just in case it was the latter.

 

[Magister]

Juli's Place

The door to the innocuous building opened slowly, an exotic perfume wafted out to tickle Irons' nostrils, and beefy ex-con type thug stood in the doorway, looking at the detective. The thug was a very large Slavic type, shaven bald and heavily tatooed. "Velcome to Juli's pless," said the man in a heavy Russian accent. "Com zis vay, pless."

Irons was led into a luxuriously appointed lounging area, where a few men in street clothes were being entertained by several extremely scantily-clad women. Seeing the women all together caused Irons to notice something odd... they were all remarkably similar in body-type and general appearance, much more uniform in their slutty way than was usual in any given collection of whores.

One stood up from where she had been chatting with one of the johns, and came to Irons. "Hiya, handsome..." she drawled lazily, a seductive smile on her face, "what's your pleasure?"

 

[geri]

John Irons

I watched the thug that opened the door from under the brim of the hat which was tilted to cover my face. I was willing to bet there were a lot of scum here that would find it all too easy to identify me. But thats what gave me a rush of excitement as I followed the mack truck into the midst of danger.

My eyes darted around the room I was shown into and I sized up the women noticing that there was something odd about them. I had never seen whores that looked as if they had come from a cookie cutter before. It almost looked like they were being manufactured from an assembly line which quickly made any appeal they might have had, which was next to nothing, fade away.

One of them sidled up to me and said in a honey sweet voice,"Hiya, handsome...what's your pleasure?" I bit back the response,"A bath with a sand paper wash cloth." and smiled back at her. "Let's go and talk about it privately," I said and I could see her eyes light up with dollar signs. Walking through a hallway composed of nothing but doors, out of which were coming noises I didn't even want to contemplate, we finally came to one that wasn't occupied. Looking around I saw that the corridor was empty, no muscle, no johns and no cookie cutter women. Sliding my weapon from under my coat I walked up behind her real close, swallowed my lunch which was trying to come up and pressed the revolver into her back my arm coming around her waist.

"Actually I think I would be more comfortable in another room," I said in a low voice,"Preferrably one containing Kraigor or someone higher up on the scum encrusted ladder of this organization. And, since the customer is always right, I don't think you are going to mind taking me there." I pressed the barrell of the gun even tighter into her back as I said in a low voice,"And no tricks or it's the last one you pull. Career or otherwise."

 

[Magister]

The captive whore gasped as the cold steel pressed into her side, then nodded. "I don't know any Craiger, but I'll take you to Madam Juli, okay? Please don't shoot me!" The detective and the whore walked together a bit further, then climbed the stairs at the end of the hallway, to a smaller hallway. "Madam's in that room, there," and pointed to one of the doors.

 

[geri]

John Irons

I followed the 'girl' up the stairs for by now I was convinced that 'she' was more a product of the new drug just like Ferrett than your average run of the mill whore. Whoever was behind this had a sweet operation going. Get your average guy hooked on the stuff and slowly have yourself a bevy of hookers that could draw in people like the Statesman. Get enough shit on highly placed officials, especially ones with kinks towards the mutants this drug was turning out, and you had yourself an in to anyplace you wanted to go. As I said before...Sweet.

We stopped and she pointed to a door down the hall. "Madam's in that room, there," She said just before she felt the butt of my gun on the back of her head dropping her to the ground. "Thanks, Sweetheart," I said under my breath,"Now be a good 'girl' and take a nap while this cop shakes things up." I smiled, I hated the sneaking around...got on my nerves and that made me tense and that was not a good thing for the bad guys.

Knowing the noises in the room and from the party downstairs would cover up my actions I moved to the door I figured I would announce myself in a fashion that got their attention. Rearing back, my weapon in one hand and my other ready to deck anything that decided to come flying from the room I slammed my foot into the door hard enough for it to slam back and knock down anything or anyone who stood behind it. Stepping up before the door could slam shut again I announced myself and let the citizens inside see my pretty accessory.

"Alright, not a movement or else it's the last that person makes. I know I'm outnumbered and I won't hesitate to cut down the odds a bit without even thinking. I want who is in charge and I want them now. Preferrably away from any desk, table or other place that might hold a weapon. Lets see those hands and act like statues NOW!"

 

[Magister]

Madam Juli

The occupants of the room froze at Irons' sudden intrusion. Behind a mahogany desk, a woman sat, her fingers poised over a computer keyboard. On a couch nearby, a couple of obvious she-males froze in their passionate embrace. The woman at the desk looked up at Irons, and nervously forced a smile while slowly raising her hands. "I'm in charge, sir... what can I do for you?"

 

[geri]

John Irons

I took in the scene and made sure everyone's hands were where I could see them. Not that that always worked but it was better than not knowing where they were. He gave the she-males a cursory glance and kept the weapon trained on the woman who spoke.

"Hello, Juli," He said in a deceptively calm voice his gun not waivering. "A mutual aquaintance sent me. Someone who underwent your special treatment plan," I nodded to the two very frightened men/woman figures on the couch. "You and I have something to talk about and since I don't like dragging things out when they can be handled in a much simpler manner I suggest you talk now. Theres a new drug on the market that goes by the name of Hevens Switch. Word is out that the end result of that drug seems to end up here at your place. That is until you don't have any more use for them."

"So lets talk business. You tell me everything...and I do mean everything you know about this potent drug, where you are getting it from, when is the next shipment due in and the name of whoever is on the next step on the ladder going up and how to safely get to him wherever he or she is.

 

[Magister]

Madam Juli

"Mmmm..." Juli smiled and purred at Irons, surprising him somewhat. "I do love a man who knows what he wants, and knows how to get it." Moving slowly, arms spread wide, she stood up from behind the desk. "Isn't he gorgeous, girls?" She looked over at the she-males, who were slowly disentangling themselves from each other, their hungry eyes fixed on the burly detective.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, sugar, but are you really sure that information is all you want? We'd love to show you a good time, first... a really good time!"

 

[geri]

"When I want a good time I will pick up a Bud and a real woman," I said as my weapon moved toward the two she-males a look of disgust on my face. "Right now you can all stop moving and start talking real fast, comming up with some answers or else comming up with some insurance information for the emergency room. Your choice. I would love to say I don't hit women but then again I guess that wouldn't matter in this situation anyway."

The sound of the gun cocking was loud in the air as I let my hard gaze tell them I was not in a playing mood. "I only have to keep you alive," I said to Juli,"And only until I get my answers. So don't push your luck. You have ten seconds to tell me what I want to know and you just used up eight of them with that nonsense."

 

[Magister]

Madam Juli

Madam Juli moaned, obviously getting more and more turned on by Irons' show of force. "I'll tell you anything you want to know, sir," she said in a breathy voice. "Gods, you are such a hunk!" She got herself under control, then continued.

"Earlier this year, the place was closed down like it gets whenever the mayor needs to show how good his cops are at stopping crime. He told me to take a vacation for a while, so I went to Cancun and worked on my tan. A few months ago, I got a call from him, telling me to come on back, and that a guy named Kraigor was going to be my new master." Juli knelt down on the floor in front of Irons, placed her hands on her legs, and faced down to the floor.

She spoke in a sort of trancelike voice, "Kraigor is my Master. I am his worthless slave. I will serve him with all my heart, knowing he is my true Master." Shaking a bit, she looked up at Irons and continued in her normal sex-kitten voice. "Kraigor took over, and brought me guys to keep locked up in the basement until the Bliss took full effect. It makes guys, and girls for that matter, into real cumsluts! Kraigor is a GENIUS!"