Conjugal Rights

Darryl groaned as his face was mashed against the cold floor of the prison restaurant, his arms were yanked backwards, and a pair of heavy-duty cuffs were secured around his wrists. All around him the other prisoners jeered and yelled as he was yanked to his feet. Six foot three, scrubby ginger hair and built like a boxer, Darryl was a career criminal and had been in and out of correctional facilities since he had been a teen, he had learnt early on that if you wanted to avoid trouble you made sure everybody knew not to mess with you. That meant taking on and beating the biggest meanest person you could find, and it was better done sooner rather than later. Arriving at the prison late due to some foul up with the transport Darryl and several others had been given a cursory welcome by the warden with a promise of a longer talk to come, were assigned a cell and then dropped into the general population. Darryl took the opportunity at breakfast to seek out who he thought looked to be the biggest threat and picked a fight.

'Shut the fuck up!' shouted O'Leary the chief guard and the room went quiet, opposite him the huge form of Shanker rose from the floor, his brutal face now covered in bruises inflicted by Darryl's fists rubbed his jaw and spat a mixture of blood and spit onto the floor, Darryl eyeballed him, everything had been going well until the guards had jumped him, Shanker wasn't even fighting back and Darryl knew that a few more punches was all it would have taken to ensure that everybody would have known not to mess with him.

'Not even a day in and you're causing trouble' O'Leary got right up in Darryl's face 'well we know how to treat troublemakers' he stepped back 'take him to H wing.'

The restaurant erupted with excited jeers and wolf whistles; Darryl caught someone shouting 'you're gonna be fucked now bitch' as he was shoved out the door towards the gates barring access to another corridor.

Unresisting Darryl was marched in silence by O'Leary and two other guards down corridors and through gate after gate until he was pushed into a small cell, there his cuffs were unlocked and the door slammed shut, quickly looking around Darryl saw he was in a bare cell, there was nothing no bed, no toilet or washbasin and no window.

Darryl sniffed 'solitary huh, done that before' and spun in surprise as a voice answered, 'not solitary, something much more interesting.'

It was the warden, Darryl had met him not eighteen hours ago when he had first arrived at the prison, the short balding man looked more like an accountant than a someone who had worked his way up from a simple prison guard as he had claimed in his welcoming spiel, he was a man that had inspired no fear in Darryl whatsoever.

'I did warn you Darryl, failure to follow rules and behave would result in punishment, and violence well, we do not tolerate that at all.'

Darryl cocked his head 'Shanker started it.'

The warden shook his head 'that is a lie, a rather pathetically flimsy one too' Darryl growled with rising anger, the warden simply ignored the noise and lifted his hand, in it was a small black box with a single button 'I will have no disobedience in my prison, and this is how we keep order' he pushed the button and Darryl was suddenly enveloped in a bright light beaming down from the ceiling.

'What the hell' Darryl shouted and lifted his hand to shade his eyes as the bright light began to pulse and flicker 'what is this supposed to do, make me see the light?'

The warden hidden from Darryl's sight by the blinding light chuckled 'very amusing and wrong, well not exactly, but you'll soon see.'

The bright light burned at Darryl's eyes even with his eyelids shut and he could feel its heat warming his skin even through his prison issue jumpsuit, his exposed skin felt like it was burning, then the light switched off.

Blinking Darryl looked through bright afterimages at the warden and the guards on the opposite side of the bars, they were all except the warden who was picking at his fingernails looking back at him with a look of eager anticipation of their faces.

'What the hell was that? Darryl asked again then began to cough as his voice cracked 'what?' he said again in a far higher pitch, then feeling suddenly dizzy Darryl wobbled on unsteady feet, he took a few steps back and then forwards, his head throbbed and staggering forwards he grabbed the bars of his cell with both hands.

Squeezing his eyes shut against the pain that was pulsing through his head Darryl let out a long highly pitched groan unlike any noise he had ever made before, then as he opened his eyes and refocused them he saw something very odd indeed, the hands grasping the bars did not look like his hands at all. They were slender and the edges of his nails instead of being broken and chewed were smooth and rounded, as he stared at them the nails began to lengthen and take on a reddish hue, even more worrying were the fingers, the tattoos that once spelt out love and hate were fading away, vanishing before his very eyes, even the tattoos on his wrists were slowly dissolving too.

'What?' Darryl whispered in disbelief, he was about to say more when he felt a pressure in his chest, it slowly increased, covering his entire body as though he were being squeezed in a vice, then abruptly as though something had snapped he felt the pressure vanish and his body suddenly felt like it was rebounding outwards, there was a sensation of his skin pressing tightly against parts of his prison uniform, particularly about his chest and hips, there was a tearing sound and Darryl looked down to see his pants ripping at the seams as his expanding body pressed against the material.

It was only then that he noticed the lumps on his chest pushing his uniform up and outwards, he could only stare as the mounds got larger and larger and the uniform strained against the growing flesh, from outside the cell he heard loud chuckles, but he paid them no heed he was transfixed by the sight of the swelling mounds and the straining uniform. As he stared at his expanding chest Darryl didn't notice the changes taking place to his face, his nose broken so many times shrank and realigned, cheekbones cracked and broken realigned themselves into a higher configuration and his lips puffed outwards become fuller and plumper. Skin once rough and covered in bristles softened and lightened, the bristles melting away to nothing, then patches of colour blossomed around the eyes and on his lips covering Darryl's newly altered face in makeup, his lips glistened pink, and his still green eyes gazed out from under long black tinted lashes. His scrubby and roughly cut ginger hair began to lengthen, turning blonde it started to fall in loose curls about his neck.

Darryl was completely unaware of these changes as he stared at his growing chest, it took less than two seconds for his face to alter and for his growing chest to put the seams of his uniform under such strain that they ripped revealing the swelling mounds of flesh underneath. Unable to believe what he was seeing Darryl grabbed the shreds of his uniform with his red fingernail tipped hands and pulled the torn garment from his body revealing the large rounded breasts on his chest to everyone.

There was a whistle of admiration form one of the guards and Darryl gasped upon seeing himself, the rounded flesh, the large pert nipples and brown areola with no sign of the prison tattoos that had once covered his chest. He felt something slide down his legs and peering over the top of his boobs Darryl saw that the remnants of his uniform that had covered his lower half had fallen to the floor to reveal wide hips and shapely legs, over which still hung the tattered remains of his prison issue boxers.

Those boxers no longer strained to contain the one thing that had made him a bit of a legend in previous prisons, thirteen inches long and as wide as a coke can Darryl had been inordinately proud of his cock, but now it was gone, the front of his ragged boxers was smooth, Darryl despite his looks was by no means stupid, along with the other obvious changes to his body he knew exactly what that meant, he was now utterly and completely a woman.

'Bloody hell' Darryl heard one of the guards utter 'she's fucking gorgeous.'

Darryl simply ignored the comment, all he could do was just stand there silently staring down at his transformed body, the large rounded breasts upon which now rested curls of long blonde hair, the thin waist and wide hips upon which the tatters of his boxer shorts still hung and down the slender hairless legs to his feet about which the rags of his prison uniform lay. He was utterly incapable of seeing his altered with its pert nose, raised cheekbones although oddly he could feel the puffy full lips pushing his mouth out into an almost permanent pout. It was an unbelievable sight and if he hadn't been the person it had happened too, he would never have believed such a thing to be possible, he had been transformed totally and utterly into a woman, how he had no idea, but it had to have had something to do with the light and that controller the warden was holding.

Thinking of the warden made Darryl look up and through the bars where the warden was looking back at his watch and over his shoulder O'Leary was staring back at Darryl with a leer on his face.

It was O'Leary who broke the silence by chuckling and saying, 'Might be the best looking one yet boss.'

As though a spell had been broken Darryl looked straight into the eyes of the warden 'what, what have you done to me?' he asked in a huskily pitched voice.

'Seems to be pretty apparent, even to someone as dumb as you turned out to be' O'Leary answered.

'Now, now Clarence, she never got as far as first day orientation so she deserves an explanation, of sorts' the warden stepped in closer to the bars 'we have a rather unique way to ensure we have no problems with our inmates, as no doubt you can imagine, the threat of having this happening to them keeps them in line, oh, everyone in the prison saw your transformation via the CCTV, a cheap bit of titillation for them and of course, a warning.'

The warden smiled 'but I also like to use a carrot as well as a stick and for the rest of your sentence you'll be spending the majority of your time over in the conjugal rights huts servicing inmates rewarded for good behaviour.'

Darryl couldn't help but gasp breathily at the thought, he wasn't sure if he was disgusted or ever so slightly aroused at the idea.

'That's right bitch' laughed O'Leary "all those sad sacks you tried to lord it over on your first day, they're going to love you now, especially Shanker.'

The warden rubbed the back of his neck 'being fucked by Shanker might seem like a horrible prospect right now but give it a few hours and you'll start to feel very different about it indeed, after all we can't have our girls refusing to work can we?.'

O'Leary laughed loudly 'you'll be climbing the walls and begging for it, just like all the others did.'

'Indeed Chief O'Leary is correct, things will get a bit hazy and fuzzy for a while then you'll be ready to serve out your sentence' the warden toyed with the little black box in his hand 'of course, we will change you back when you've served your time' the warden grinning looked over at O'Leary 'how long was she in for again?' he asked.

'A full ten, no parole' O'Leary laughed and the warden joined in 'Oh' he slipped the small controller into his pocket 'can't say anyone on conjugal duty for more than' he looked over at O'Leary 'what eighteen months?' O'Leary nodded 'has ever wanted to change back, after all that time fucking they just get filled with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing.' O'Leary to underline the warden's point grabbed his crotch and snickered nastily.

'I'm afraid they simply become total sluts' the warden continued 'when they get out, they always end up on the game or giving it away for free every night in some sleazy local bar, not that I really care, at least they don't end up back in here' he shrugged then nodded at O'Leary 'well can't be helped I suppose, give her a blanket and leave her in here for tonight, let the lust build up, then tomorrow she can start work, by way of an apology you can let Shanker have her first.'

As the warden walked away O'Leary stepped in close to the bars 'Well, you thought you were gonna be cock of the walk by beating up Shanker, now you ain't gonna be able to walk once he's been at you with that monster he has stashed away' he laughed mercilessly as Darryl stepped back from the bars in horror, already he could feel a sort of light-headedness creeping up on him just like the warden had promised, there was also a niggling itch deep in his crotch and his nipples were aching in a strange rather arousing way.

Despite himself Darryl knew there was nothing he could do but accept the situation he had found himself in, whether that acceptance was the conditioning kicking in or not he didn't really know, still though he was worried 'ten years' he moaned to himself 'how am I going to take ten years of being fucked by every man in the prison', deep from within his subconscious came the almost gleeful answer 'on your back' as O'Leary threw a blanket through the bars and walked away laughing nastily.