Amanda The Next Transformation By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com This is the twentieth installment in the 'Amanda' series. Colleen Taylor was a prisoner to be feared, so when she approached the floor sergeant of Cell Block B, other guards were quick to move in. "I want to see the warden," Colleen told Fred Matthews, the duty sergeant. Fred, a twenty year veteran of the California penal system, looked from one guard to the other before answering. "Why would you want to see Warden Miller?" he asked. "I have a request," Colleen said. Sergeant Matthews didn't ask what the request was, he really didn't care, instead he unholstered his radio and spoke to dispatch, which in turn, connected him to the radio in the warden's office. He relayed the message and was told to escort Colleen to the warden's office. Warden Miller had instituted an 'open door' policy for the inmates since he had taken command three years ago. Colleen allowed the manacles and shackles to be applied without incident and she was lead through several locked doors and two electronically controlled gates before the entourage made its way to a carpeted corridor. Sergeant Matthews entered the outer office where the warden's secretary sat staring. Colleen in orange jumpsuit, heavily chained, entered after sergeant Matthews, and two guards. The final two guards, waited outside in the hallway. 'Beth Peters' said a name placard on the woman's desk. Colleen looked at her and smiled. Ms. Peters, a twenty-five year old single mother felt her face redden under Colleen's stare. She pressed a button on her phone and spoke into the handset. "The warden will see you now," Beth announced. Before Fred could open the door, Colleen blew Beth a kiss and mouthed 'I love you' to her. Warden Miller stood as Colleen was lead into his office. "Ms. Taylor, I've heard a lot about you," the warden said, "Fred, why don't you and the men wait outside." "Ah, err, sir, are you sure that's a good idea?" Sergeant Matthews said, looking from one guard to the other and back to the warden. "There won't be any problems, will there, Ms. Taylor?" the warden asked Colleen. "No sir," she replied. "There, see sergeant, besides, she's chained, we'll be fine," the warden said. Making eye contact with his two fellow guards, the three left to wait in the outer office. Warden Miller sat in his chair. He didn't offer Colleen a seat, but looked up at her. "So, how may I help you," he asked. "I'd like a roommate, warden," Colleen said. "Uh-huh," the warden said, "but your attitude and actions don't suggest that you could live with a roommate, Ms. Taylor, besides, why would I put another inmate in harm's way?" "Oh, she wouldn't be in harm's way," Colleen said, "I wouldn't hurt her." "You say that now, but living together in close quarters, who knows what will happen," Warden Miller said. "I can promise you I won't hurt her," Colleen repeated, and then added, "I'll also keep the other inmates in line; you know I can do that." "All right, let's say that I consider giving you a roommate, who did you have in mind?" the warden asked. "Rachel Booth, sir, she's new here," Colleen said. The warden typed in the woman's name into his computer and read her intake report. "Hmm," he said, "she killed her husband, then took up with another woman and nearly beat her to death. Sounds like a match made in heaven." Colleen hadn't asked Rachel about what she was in for and, frankly, didn't care. Rachel was beautiful and Colleen wanted her for herself before some of these other bitches got to her. "I'll agree to transferring her to your cell under four conditions," the warden said, "first, that you control the other inmates to the best of your ability, second, that you let the staff know of any riots or anything that the inmates are planning that may jeopardize the prison or prisoners safety, and third, that you behave yourself, can you promise me those things?" Colleen took a moment to consider what the warden had asked, and then said, "Yes, I promise, but you said there were four conditions, what's the fourth?" "That you show me your muscles, now and any other time I want," the warden said. Colleen got a smile across her face and said, "Not a problem, sir." "Good, good," the warden said and started to get out of his chair, "let me get the key for your restraints." "Please, warden," Colleen said, "that's not necessary, watch." Colleen brought her arms out in front of her and spread her arms as far as the manacles would allow, then, tightening her chest muscles and continuing to throw her arms open wide, she snapped a link on the hardened steel chain. The link fell to the floor. She unbuttoned her jumpsuit. "Look at my abs, sir," Colleen said as she ran a hand slowly over her rippling muscles, "do you like them." The warden said nothing but sat staring at the muscle goddess before him. "Come here, little man, let Mistress Colleen show you what she can do," she said. As if in a trance, Warden Miller got up and slowly walked around his desk, stopping in front of Colleen. Colleen raised both arms and struck a double bicep pose, the jumpsuit opening to reveal her shapely breasts. "Suck my tits, warden," Colleen said. He put his mouth to her erect nipple and sucked first one breast, then the other. He withdrew and Colleen looked him in the eyes. He was several inches shorter than her, but she knew if she harmed him the state would be sure to stick a needle in her arm and kill her. He knew it too. Softly, Colleen said, "That's enough, warden, we'll have another session later, I'm not going anywhere." Colleen buttoned her jumpsuit and Warden Miller, looking dejected, summoned the guards. Colleen was escorted back to her cell, Sergeant Matthews not even questioning why another set of his manacles having been broken. A day later, Rachel Booth was transferred to Colleen's cell. Amanda had been contemplating having her clit surgically altered for some time. She didn't want to mention it to John, Andrew or Rhonda until she met with her doctor, Ishii Kobiashi. Ishii as he preferred to be called was well respected and regarded in his field of gender reassignment, and while Amanda technically was not altering her gender, she wanted the best to perform her surgery. The appointment lasted nearly four hours. Amanda filled out both medical history forms, insurance forms as well as a psychological questionnaire. Finally she was shown into an examination room and told to disrobe and put on a cotton gown. Ishii tapped lightly on the door and Amanda said, "Come in." The diminutive doctor entered with a folder containing Amanda's paperwork. Two strides into the room, Ishii stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes blinking behind dark rimmed glasses. "Miss Bennett?" he asked. "Yes," Amanda said, "but please, call me Amanda." Ishii swallowed hard. Amanda, seated on the foot of the examining table smiled, 'He feels like a mouse confronted by a cat,' she thought, 'lioness, no doubt.' He cleared his throat and then asked, "How may I help you?" "I would like to find out about having my clit surgically altered into a penis," Amanda said, "I'm not interested in losing my vagina, but I would like to have both male and female genitalia. Is that possible?" Ishii cleared his throat, "Yes, yes, it's possible, but in all my years of practicing, I've never had a request like this. Are you certain, Ms. Bennett?" "Yes, and please, it's Amanda," she said, "If I'm going to allow you to carve on my clit, I think we should be on a first name basis, don't you?" He cleared his throat for the third time, a trait that Amanda was having a hard time getting used to. "Yes, now, if you just lay back, Ms. Be.., err, Amanda, let's have a look at your labia and clitoris, shall we?" Amanda lay back on the table and the doctor guided her feet into the stirrups that were on either side. He folded the flimsy gown up and didn't say anything for a minute or maybe more. Finally Amanda said, "Is anything wrong, doctor?" "No," he said, "No, it's just that I've never had a patient that was so, how should I phrase this, as muscular as you, Amanda. You are remarkable." "Thank you, doctor, but let me show you something," Amanda said, "But first, would you say that my clitoris looks normal, doctor?" Ishii went to a drawer near the sink and returned snapping on a pair of latex gloves. He fingered Amanda's clit and said, "Yes, you have a very robust and somewhat large clit that is consistent with your muscularity and build, why?" "Watch," Amanda said and began fingering her clit, which responded almost immediately. She heard the doctor take a deep breath as he watched her clit grow. "Oh, my," the doctor said, as Amanda now held herself in the palm of her hand, bringing her 'she-cock' to an erection. "This, doctor, is what I want to transform into a penis," Amanda said, "Can you do it?" Ishii said, "May I?" and Amanda nodded. He grasped her member and examined it. With a slender index finger, he prodded her clit and then inserted it into her vagina. Finally he released her 'she-cock' and pulled the gown down over her pubic area. The doctor guided her feet from the stirrups on either side of the table and said, "Please sit up, Amanda." She did and couldn't tell by the expression on his face what he was thinking. "So tell me doctor, can I have a functioning penis?" she asked. "Oh, without question," the doctor said, "We will need to use a vein, however, to make urethra, but that shouldn't be a problem, we'll take it from you thigh. Scaring will be minimal." "Thank you, doctor," Amanda said, "you don't know how happy that will make me." "You are a remarkable woman, Amanda," Ishii said, "truly remarkable." "Thank you," and she bent and put her arms around the doctor, inadvertently lifting him off the ground as she hugged him, being careful not to crush him, "I just don't know how to thank you." "I can think of several ways," he said, his face tucked in the crook of Amanda's neck, nearly being crushed against her trapezius muscle. She gently set him back on his feet and he said, "Please, allow me to watch." "Watch?" she said. "Yes," he said, "as you get dressed." Amanda smiled and said, "I can do better than that," and allowed her hospital gown to fall to the floor. She put on a muscle show for the doctor that she knew he wouldn't soon forget. Towards the end, as she was teasing her quads, she unzipped his fly and extracted his erection. Holding it between her thumb and forefinger, she stroked him four or five times and he came, his semen falling on Amanda's discarded hospital gown. "How was that, doctor?" she asked. He was somewhat short of breath, but managed to say, "Wonderful." Amanda smiled and said, "Thanks, I knew you would like it. I look forward to a repeat performance after my surgery. I'll make the appointment up front." Doctor Kobiashi left, and Amanda got dressed. 'This will be an amazing transformation,' she thought, 'one that I never would have believed possible years ago.' She made her appointment on the way out. "Hello, Rachel," Colleen said as her roommate came through the door. The door slid shut behind her. She carried a change of clothing, a blanket, pillow and sheet, and a small cardboard box. "So, who did you have to fuck to get me assigned to you," Rachel asked. "I fuck who I want to fuck," Colleen said, "and right now, I want to fuck you." "You don't waste any time, do you?" Rachel said, sitting her belongings on a small table. She went to Colleen and kissed her on the lips, slipping her tongue deep into her mouth. The pair shed their jumpsuits with no regard who might be watching. Colleen stood with her back to the bars and door, her muscular butt round and hard. Her 'she-cock' became erect as she entered Rachel. "Oh, oh, oh," Rachel cried softly as Colleen thrust herself inside her. The pair climaxed, beads of sweat dotting Rachel's forehead. "That was wonderful," Rachel said, "the best I've had in a while." "The best you're going to have for a long time, baby," Colleen said, "so get used to it." Rachel laughed and ran a hand down Colleen's solid abs, and as she did she ran her tongue across her pouty lips. Three days after Rachel's arrival, the pair was in the exercise yard lifting weights. Rachel was using the 25-lb dumbbells while Colleen was doing curls with a bar from the bench press. When Colleen worked out, others stopped to watch. The bar currently held nearly two hundred pounds of steel. Colleen lifted the bar from its rack and proceeded to slowly curl it, re-racking it after ten reps. Her upper body glistened with sweat. Putting the remaining two 25-lb plates on the bar, she again prepared to do her final set. Wanda Williams, a black member of the Crips silently walked up behind Rachel who was struggling with her final set of dumbbell curls. Wanda placed a hand under Rachel's forearm and lifted gently. "There ya' go, baby," Wanda said softly leaning in close to Rachel's ear, "Let Wanda help you, honey." Wanda slipped her tongue into Rachel's ear and then said, "Come on baby, let Miss Wanda show you how to do it." Wanda was about to put her hand on Rachel's butt when a hand encircled her wrist from behind. In an instant, Colleen snapped the woman's wrist, turning her so quickly she almost fell over. "No one touches Rachel but me, Wanda," Colleen said as she clamped her other hand over Wanda's mouth to stifle the scream. Colleen held Wanda close to her body, a body that dwarfed Wanda Williams. "Do I have to remind you that I could snap you like a match stick, Wanda?" Colleen asked and took delight in seeing the fear dance across Wanda's eyes. Wanda was shaking now and only managed to shake her head, 'no.' "Good," Colleen said, "although I'd love to break a few more of your bones, I promised to be on my best behavior," and smiled as she let go of Wanda's wrist and took her hand away from her mouth. "Get lost, Wanda, go have that wrist looked after, you should be more careful when you work out," Colleen said. Wanda scurried away and Colleen went back to her weight rack. The day of Amanda's surgery dawned bright and warm. I drove her to the hospital. She had only told Rhonda, Andrew, Maria, Howard and I of the pending surgery the day before. I barely slept last night, even though I was locked in Amanda's embrace. She seemed to have no worries about the surgery at all. The procedure would take several hours and I'd return to pick her up later that afternoon. I went back at two o'clock and was told she was in 'recovery'. As I entered, Doctor Kobiashi was just exiting. "How is she doc," I asked, "did everything go well?" "She's doing fine," he said, "She's a strong woman, very resilient to pain. The nurse will be up shortly to take her to the car. Have her call me if she needs to." He turned and left. I entered the room and Amanda was sitting up in bed. "How are you, mistress?" I said. "Fine, John, just anxious to get out of here," Amanda said, "help me get dressed." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and I put a pair of sweat pants over those muscled calves. As she stood up, I saw a large compress taped to her pelvis, a bag taped to her hip. She caught my glance and said, "I'm fine, thank you. Promise not to say anything to anyone at the house." "I promise," I said, imagining the consequences if I did. She pulled the sweat pants up and removed her hospital gown. She pulled a T-shirt over her head. It clung tightly to her body. "May I come in," a voice softly called from the doorway. "Yes, come in," Amanda said. A petite nurse entered pushing a wheelchair. Before Amanda could say a word, she stopped and held up a hand. "It's hospital regulations I'm afraid, I need to take you down to the car in the chair," she said, "I'm Linda." "Hi, Linda," Amanda said, "I'm Amanda and this is John." She smiled at me and checked Amanda's wrist band, comparing it to a chart that hung on the end of the bed. "OK, John, are you parked at the curb by the front door?" Linda asked. "No, I'm in back," I said. "OK, if you'll be so kind as to move the car around front, we'll meet your there," Linda said. I left to get the car. Amanda sat in the chair, and Linda disengaged the breaks. We met at the front door and Amanda got in the passenger seat. We drove home and as we neared the house, she said, "The doctor said I'd have to be on a catheter for a week or so, but everything is OK. Remember, John, not a word to anyone." "I promise, mistress," I said as I pulled in the drive. Once in the house, Amanda gave the appearance that nothing was amiss. She walked with the same confident stride that she always possessed. She answered questions from Rhonda and Andrew, had a bite to eat and then said to me, "John, sleep with me tonight." "Certainly, mistress," I said. Once in the bedroom, I helped remove her sweat pants. "It's not as bad as it looks," she said, "the catheter will come out in a few days, until then, I only want you to take care of me, do you understand?" "Certainly mistress," I said, and so for the next three days I was the only one to see Amanda naked. I bathed her and helped get her dress. I loved serving to her needs. The day of Amanda's follow-up visit, she decided to drive herself. She entered the deserted waiting room and not seeing the receptionist, called out, "Hello," through the open window. "Oh, hi Amanda," a cheerful nurse wearing blue scrubs called out and stepped from behind a filing cabinet. Paige was an attractive brunette. She held the door open for Amanda and said, "Come on back, the doctor won't be but a moment, I'll get you started." Amanda followed her into an examination room and sat on the table. "Let me take your vital signs," Paige said. She went about her tasks efficiently taking blood pressure and temperature readings and entering them on-line in Amanda's chart. "OK, you can take your clothes off. There's a gown on the shelf there by the chair. The doctor will be with you in a minute," Paige said and started for the door. "Am I the only patient, Paige?" Amanda asked. "Yes," she said, "We've had two cancellations, so you're it," and flashing a brilliant smile, left the examination room. Amanda had just peeled the T-shirt over her head when Ishii knocked on the door. Without waiting for an answer, he came in. Amanda turned around to face him and was surprised to find him in a Polo shirt and chino pants. "Oh," he said, "I'm sorry; I thought you were ready for me." Amanda smiled and said, "Doc, I don't think I have anything to hide or any place to hide it that you haven't already looked into," and she continued to disrobe. The catheter was still taped to her hip, its tube disappearing into Amanda's labia. "Please, let me have a look," Ishii said as he sat on a low stool. Amanda stood before him and he applied latex gloves to his small hands. The doctor gently probed Amanda's genitals, and then inserted two fingers in her uterus. "Very good," he said, "I'm going to remove the catheter now, is that all right?" "Absolutely, doc," Amanda said, "pissing in a bag is overrated," and she laughed. "How does that feel," Doctor Kobyashi asked once the bag and tube were removed. "Wonderful," Amanda said, "This past week has been hell, doc." "Oh, did the catheter bother you?" he asked. "No, no, not that," Amanda said, "It's just that a week without sex was unbearable." "A week?" he asked. Amanda smiled, "Yes, that's a lifetime for me, doc; in fact I'm horny as ever right now. How soon can I try out my cock?" The doctor looked like his collar had tightened around his neck, he was feeling so uncomfortable. "Ah, err, you may try out your 'cock' as you call it at any time, Amanda," the doctor told her, "just give me a call if there's any bleeding or discomfort." "Give you a call?" Amanda said, "I want sex, and I want it now, call Paige in here." When the doctor hesitated, Amanda looked at him and said, "Do it doctor!" The diminutive doctor opened the exam room door and called softly, "Paige, could you come here a minute." Paige wrapped on the door and opened it slightly a moment later. "Yes," she said as she walked through the door. As she pushed the door shut behind her, Paige was startled to see Amanda standing in the middle of the room naked, Doctor Kobyashi seated on his stool in front of her. "Do you find me attractive, Paige," Amanda asked. Paige blinked several times as if trying to focus on what she had just been asked. "Pardon me?" she said. "I asked if you found me attractive," Amanda repeated, and raising an arm, flexed her bicep, but never taking her eyes off of Paige. The nurse swallowed and then glanced down at the doctor, who sat watching Amanda. She looked back at this muscle woman before her and swallowed hard again. "Yes," Paige said, "yes I do." "I know," Amanda said, smiling, "I can tell by the way you looked at me, now get undressed, Paige." Again the nurse looked at the doctor, then back at Amanda. "Don't look at Ishii," Amanda said, "Do what I tell you and you won't regret it." Slowly Paige got undress. When she only had her bra and panties on she looked up at Amanda questioningly. "Go on," Amanda said, 'take off the bra and panties or I'll take them off you." Paige reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Amanda smiled as Paige tossed the garment on the stack of folded scrubs. Paige now turned her back to Amanda and the doctor and slid the panties down her legs, raising a foot with them still attached. She took them and set them on top of her bra. "Turn around, Paige," Amanda said, "Don't be shy." As Paige turned Amanda wrinkled her nose, but went to the nurse and ran a hand over her pubic area. "You should shave your mons, Paige," Amanda said, "But no matter, sit on the examining table." Paige looked from Amanda to the table then back again, and Amanda grasped the nurse just above the waist and lifted her on to the edge of the table. Turning, Amanda looked down at the doctor who was still seated on his stool. "Pleasure my clit, doc, make me hard," Amanda said. Doctor Kobyashi inserted a couple of gloved fingers into Amanda's vagina and then leaned forward and tongued her clit. 'The sensation is amazing,' Amanda thought, and she could feel her clit becoming aroused. Soon, the doctor took Amanda's ever lengthening clit into his mouth as he continued to finger her. Paige sat hypnotized by what she was witnessing; this muscle goddess was growing a cock right before her eyes. 'But how could this be,' Paige thought. Amanda tightened her vaginal muscles and the doctor's hand was locked inside her, held fast. "Do you like what you see, Paige," Amanda asked. Paige merely stared, but managed to nod. "Good, Paige," Amanda said, "even though I don't like hairy pussy's, I haven't had sex in a week and I'm about to explode, would you like to have the best sex you've ever had?" Again, the nurse nodded. Amanda smiled and released her hold on Ishii's hand. "Sorry, doc," Amanda said, "You have to watch for right now. I'll get to you in a minute." Amanda approached the edge of the table and taking Paige by the hips, began to gently insert her 'she-cock' into her. Paige made shallow panting sounds as Amanda drove deeper. "Do you have a boyfriend, Paige," Amanda asked. "Uh-huh," Paige said. "Is he as big as me," the Amazon asked. "No," Paige said in a hushed voice. Amanda was beginning to increase her rhythm, and Paige was breathing quicker. Amanda took her hands from Paige's hips and covered her tits, gently squeezing the nipples between her fingers. "Ahh," Amanda said as she exploded, her juices filling Paige's vagina, the excess dripping on the floor. "Yes, yes," Amanda said, withdrawing her 'she-cock'. Paige lay still, trying to catch her breath. Amanda turned and said, "Alright, doc, your turn, suck that cock," and put a hand on the back of Ishii's head and guided him to her shaft. The doctor cleaned the Amazon cum from her rock hard shaft and then engulfed it with his mouth. Amanda came again and Ishii swallowed thirstily. Amanda, satiated, told Doctor Kobyashi, "Let me jack you off, your reward for pleasuring me and giving me such a wonderful gift." He stood up and Amanda, standing behind him, unfastened his belt and then unzipped his pants. Before she could pull his boxer shorts down, he climaxed. Amanda watched as his semen dripped to the floor. "Oh, doctor," Amanda said, "That was pretty weak. We'll work on that, OK?" Paige's breathing had returned to normal, although she was still lying on the examination table, apparently any modesty that she had had now forgotten. Doctor Kobyashi began to dress as did Amanda. "I can't thank you enough for the present you gave me, doc," Amanda said, "my cock works better than I had thought. I can't wait to show my housemates. Thanks, Paige, but next time, I expect you to be clean shaven." Amanda left the doctor's office and drove home. She felt like a new woman, a transformed woman to say the least.