The Kiss of the Widow

--artwork by sinceillust-- Sean had just finished checking into his hotel in Marseille France and flew open the blinds of his room to gaze upon the sight of…a brick wall.  “Damnit.” Sean muttered.

Sean was a lean built American grown man in his 20s who was off on vacation in France.  He had studied French back in school but never got a full handle of it.  He did however become enthralled by the country itself.  He was finally here, finally in France!

“Well this is promising start to my trip.” Sean scoffed as he closed the blinds to his hotel room.  

He only had enough money for a low end hotel in the slums.  A hotel; that was crammed close between two large brick factory buildings which he found kind of odd, but hey it was cheap.  It didn’t matter he thought, as his spirits would certainly be lifted once he could get out and about the city.

“Ah Marseille, such a beautiful city…well except for this particular spot.  Hah, it might be late but I think I could use a night on the town.  Maybe I’ll even pick up a French beauty, heh heh.” He kid, eyes closed as he walked to the door.

Right as he opened the door he was immediately met by the sight of one of those French beauties.  Sean stepped back a foot, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of this woman.

“Oh! Je suis désolé monsieur . Je suis venu pour vous assurer que vous avez été vérifié et confortable.” The woman quickly spouted.

Sean’s French not being perfect he was still able to make out a few words and guessed that she was asking if he had checked in and that everything was in order for him.  

He replied the best he could with, “Oh, um.  “jey…Je vais, uh bien.  Um pas de, uh geez.  I’m fine, thank you! Merci.”

The woman was very striking though rather odd.  She was dressed in some typical hotel maid attire though it was abnormally tightly fit to her curvaceous body.  But what really caught Sean off guard was her suspicious purple skin.  He couldn’t quite make sense of what was going on with that, but he didn’t wish to be rude and tried to kindly talk his way past her and out of the hotel.

The woman however, had other plans and blocked his path (an arm pressed against the doorway).

With a sly look in her eyes the purple skinned maiden gave Sean a shove back into his room while saying, “Je ne pense pas monsieur!”  Her voice was sultry and devious.  “Il y a de grands projets dans le magasin pour vous…notre invité d'honneur.”

Sean was starting to feel a bit out of sorts, he could’ve sworn he heard her say they had plans for him.  What was going on?  He didn’t have time to rationalize things though as the woman quickly forced herself onto him and planted a deep kiss upon his lips.

Sean couldn’t believe it!  The soft puckered lips of this belle were pushed firmly against his lips with a commanding force.  Her lips felt like they were wet with a sort of paste or odd liquid coating.  She soon released her hold on his mouth and backed up.

“Gah, what the hell!? Whats going on here! I demand to speak to uh, uhn…” Sean demanded before quickly going weak in the head and collapsing on the floor.  His eyes fluttered as he began to lose consciousness.  “Wha, what did you?  Do to me…?”

The woman had an evil smirk on her face as she replied ominously, “Le baiser de la veuve.  Hah heh heh.”  Sean couldn’t make out what she said but nonetheless felt the words intent. 

“Something is terribly wrong…help...” He thought right before blacking out.

A few hours later Sean woke up from his slumber feeling weak and unsteady.  He immediately went into a panic remembering what had happened moments before.  On top of that he was naked and saw his arms and legs strapped into metal cuffs as his body was locked onto what appeared to be a silver medical table standing up right.

“Huh, what? What the hell! Ugh, gah! Help! Somebody Heeelppp!!”  He called out. 

The room he was now in looked like an empty lab space, a few tables with chemicals and equipment and a large daunting cylindrical tube like hollowed machine dangling above his head.  It was thickly layered and seemed to have several mechanical arms and appendages adorning the inside of it.  It was big enough for a human body and was placed right above him. 

A look of dread crossed Sean’s face as he figured a fate within that machine awaited him.  He panicked and said, “No, no no no, gah. Help! Anybody!  Is anybody there!?”

Suddenly the woman before, along with a middle aged male scientist, walked in from the door to the room.  The woman was dressed differently than before, now wearing a tight fitting light purple bodysuit with dark purple short sleeves and full leggings.  There was a huge cut down the middle of the suit covering her chest revealing her parted decently sized breasts and cleavage.  Her back was exposed by an opening on the backside of the suit and covered by a black widow spider like insignia.  Dark webbing like designs were prevalent on the legs of the bodysuit as well.  She and the scientist began to stare at Sean and carry on a conversation while seeming to care little about him freaking out.

“Il en sera lui aussi devenir votre outil mon maître ?”  The purple skinned woman asked the man with a pleased look on her face while gazing at him.  She appeared to think fondly of the man judging by her expression.  Sean could’ve sworn she called him master.

The man quickly responded, almost cutting off the end of her speech with, “Bien sûr, la veuve!”  He stared straight at Sean and continued, “Il fera un autre serviteur bien pour mes besoins.”

Sean could make out a little of what they said; something about servants and tools to be used.  Were they talking about him?

The purple skinned woman’s face turned angry and glared straight at Sean while saying, “Pas de maître!”  Her gaze returned to the man and changed to a look of longing.  “S'il vous plaît maître, je ferai mieux . Je suis le seul serviteur dont vous avez besoin.”

She seemed concerned, Sean able to make out something about being the only one and doing better for her master.  Things were starting to become a little clearer for Sean now as he caught on to the power dynamic at play with the two.  But what did they want with him?

The man quickly shoved the woman away and responded with a stern tone, “Calmez-vous veuve!”  The woman pouted a bit as the man brought his voice back down and said, “Vous devriez être ravis mon cher. Vous serez gagnant une nouvelle soeur.”

Something about a sister and being happy Sean deciphered.  He then noticed the woman’s face suddenly glow with enthusiasm before Sean finally had enough and yelled, “Look at me damnit! Please let me go! What do you want with me!?”

The man exasperated simply said, “Eh bien, je suppose que son temps.”  The man quickly walked over to a lever and pulled down causing a rumbling of the machine above Sean.

The metal cylinder prison that looked like something out of a sci-fi horror film slowly lowered itself down and around Sean.  A head mounted display with optics attachments connected to thick wiring fell down onto his head and locked itself onto his skull.  It covered the front of his face over the eyes as he felt metal pins driving themselves into his skull.  Some prodded his temples while others penetrated his upper skull.  The helmet was now locked on tight to his head as the optics lowered over his eyes and activated, Sean’s sight now coated red from the tinted scopes.

“Augh, ahhh! Gah damnit! Uhn ahh! Help! Help me! Nooo!!”  Sean cried out in pain as the cylinder finished surrounding him on the table he was locked into.  His screams were now muffled to the scientist and woman by the metal encasement.

The purple woman began to giggle and say, “Je n'espère qu'il s'amuse.”

The man looked sure minded as he replied, “Il apprendra à assez tôt.”

The arms inside the metal prison began to move around, Sean unable to make out much of what was happening between the gripping pain to his head and his sight being stifled by the optics helmet.  Suddenly a lubricated tube like appendage forced its way into his mouth, gagging his screams.  A small opening on the end of the tube opened releasing a steady stream of liquid into his mouth that began making its way down his throat.  He was being forced to consume whatever the foul tasting liquid was.

“Mfff! Mmmhmmm Mmm mff!” he tried to scream.

Next, several robotic arms with very large empty syringes positioned themselves around Sean’s body.  Two lined up on each leg, one on each arm, and one above his stomach.  All at once they jabbed into his body causing a wail of helplessness try to force its way from his gagged mouth.

A rumbling sound like that of a broken cooler went off as the metal cylinder Sean was in began to rattle.  He felt his body being sucked dry of something.  The syringes were slowly draining him of sizable amounts of fat and other forms of mass in his body.  His frame was gradually thinning out as each syringe slowly filled with a mix of pinkish blood and creamy fat.

“Mgh, mffhh Mhehmm!”  Sean mumbled as he struggled in vein against his restraints.  His body was tremoring through the ordeal, his limbs and stomach shaking as they depleted in weight.

The syringes soon pulled out having finished their work, Sean left as a much thinner looking version of his former self.  Despite that however he was till bulky in some areas comparably, such as his ass and chest as well as his upper thighs.

While this was all going on the metal rods in Sean’s head were sending intense electrical currents through his brain, stimulating areas of his mind and filling his head with odd information.  French history, customs and militaristic special ops knowledge and training were invading his mind; things he never knew about before rooting themselves deep.  His understanding of the French language was improving as well.  Not just that, but he seemed to be gaining a well attuned general knowledge of all sort of social political hot points, and in particular, intel of an organization named Talon. 

It was so overwhelming for his mind to process.  Sean was in a daze of pain and neuro chaos.  It felt as if he were being reprogrammed, his personal sense of self and memories of his life being slowly suppressed and taken over.

Outside the scientist said, “Un bon début.  Permet maintenant de vous sculpter en une forme plus souhaitable.”

Some of the automated arms faded behind panels and were replaced by a series of metal shells that looked like giant metal curving plates.

Still choking on the liquid being poured down his throat and by the tube forcing it there Sean groaned, “Mmm, Moohh, muffghh Mgghh!”  Sean’s dick was starting to become erect, a metal cylinder in the machine beating it off.

The metal plates positioned themselves at several points around his body and as they did so one could make out that they seemed to form the borderline of a woman’s body.  Underplating set itself below Sean’s chest, two curvaceous ones around his thighs, and two behind his lower legs below his calves.  Long full encasements were situated around his arms and finally two awkwardly round concave plates were positioned just above his chest around his clavicle.  

All of the metal sculptors heated up and began to vibrate fiercely.  Together they all pressed against Sean’s body causing unbearable pain for him.  

They pressed against Sean with a constricting embrace pushing muscle and fat to different points on his body.  He could even feel his bones and organs bending and repositioning.  He could hardly ponder on how unbelievable it all was though as his mind continued to slip away beyond the hordes of foreign thoughts wiping his former self clean.

The liquid being pumped into Sean’s body was distributing hormones and other foreign chemicals into his changing body that loosened his muscles and organs and softened his bones into a moldable material so that they could be reshaped.  It was truly a marvel of science.  The substance was even meant to act as an aphrodisiac; which was only now starting to take effect.

The tube released itself from Sean’s mouth and retracted behind a metallic wall.  With his voice now free to be heard Sean instead of screaming for help seemed to scream more in confusion and battered pleasure.  

“Augh so hot! Uhn my body!  My mind! Who, what! Hyagh! Whats happening!? Ahhh!!” Sean said as his mind was nothing but disorder and he no longer knew who he was or why he was here.  All he knew was the intense heat running through and sculpting his body and that there was an overload of information trying to fight for dominance in his mind yet he couldn’t make heads or tails of any of it.

Sean’s dick fired out ropes of cum as he came from the small metal ring beating him off.  

“Auhn, gah ohh, oh my.  Incroyable!  Please, I can’t! Arrête!”  Sean moaned out, conflicted by what he was experiencing as he started to assimilate with the thoughts taking over his mind (his occasional dropping of French evidence of that).

The plates sculpting his legs pushed upward and pulled outward in motion over and over; massaging and forming his muscles into a thick womanly build.  A lot of fat redistributed to his hips, widening them greatly.  Some of the plates shifted to his backside and pushed the excessive fat leftover on the back of his thighs up into his ass pushing it out into a tight bubble butt.  The plates around his midsection compressed around his body caving in his stomach greatly and pushing his spines posture more forward.  It looked like clay being sculpted in a delicate fashion, though the intense moans from Sean said otherwise.  

With his body bestowed an excessive hourglass shape, the scientist seemed amused and commented to the purple skinned lady, “Il peut même se révéler un meilleur corps que vous.”  “He may even have a better body than you.”

Sean could hear the echo of the doctor’s words outside his chamber and his new understanding of French allowed him to make out every word.  He knew what was happening now.  He was being turned into a woman of similar manner to the purple skinned lady.  That he was sure off, but what were these stifling thoughts in his brain that were numbing his sense of even caring anymore about predicament.  He was enjoying this, he…he wanted this.

“Oh, noo, ahn, so good!  Tellement bon! Eeyah, Can’t ne pas le prendre!”  Sean cried out in ecstasy as he felt his chest pulled by the metal plates.

Mountains of fat were squashed together by two metal slabs, one pushing down and one pushing up against his chest.  His back arched slowly with the pull of the metal sculptors on his chest as breasts began to take form on his now smaller frame.  His arms had slimmed down considerably under the grip of the encasements around them which had just released.  His calves and lower leg muscles regained some girth as they grew toned and resonant in their shape, his calves being pressed tightly up against the upper backside of his lower leg.

Sean’s body was in a flurry of delectation as each section of his body was being worked simultaneously towards turning him into a long, lithe, but powerful female.  There was definitely some definition to his form taking shape amongst all the thinning and bloating of his body.  The military training and other relevant info flooding his mind was starting to make sense to him now.  He was being molded into an assassin.

As his mind further assimilated to the programming and his body quaked with pleasure Sean let out a few amused laughs.   He then said, “M-master, my maîtriser. Hah, hyah! Must obey!  Must kill! Tuer! Ahahaha ohh!”

With his mind now completely broken Sean let out wails of vigor as he let himself drown in the changes, his breasts reaching their full glory.  They looked quite similar to the breasts of the purple skinned woman.  In fact he was starting to take on an extreme likeness to her, his skin turning purple and his face twitching and becoming more feminine.  His lips puckered and grew fuller as an electrical shock from the helmet hit him in the face.  His nose perked up and shrunk, the bridge thinned out.  His eyes also turned a predatory yellow. 

His hair turned a dark shade of black and lengthened out tremendously reaching down past his butt.  A thoughtful robotic arm came down and fastened his hair into a ponytail and finished by patting Sean on the head for a job well done getting this far.

After one final press of his midsection and push out on his hips (giving him even more sizeable of an ass in the process) all the metal plates released from his body.  The heat caused them to painfully stick a few moments onto the skin as they peeled off.  Thanks to the aphrodisiac however, all Sean could feel was bliss.

Sean muttered in a happy but weakened state, “Ready to comply my master.  Que veux-tu de moi”  Am I parfait? Heh haha! Suis-je à votre gout?  “What do you want of me?  Am I perfect?  Am I to your taste?”  All Sean could think about now was his programming and being of use to his master, the scientist who did this to him.

The scientist responded to Sean’s questions, “Votre nom est maintenant widowmaker.  Et oui vous êtes tout simplement parfait mon chéri.  Qui est ... une fois que nous faisons les ajustements finaux.”  “Your name is now Widowmaker. And yes you are perfect my darling…that is, once we make the final adjustments.”

“Yes…tout ce que vous faites MSUT mon mât-AHH!!”  “Yes…anything you must do my mast-“   Sean, now widowmaker, responded before feeling the metal cylinder around his cock clamp down hard interrupting him.  

A large metal device that looked like an athletic cup attached itself to Sean’s nether regions.  An indescribable procedure began as Sean felt the head of his dick seemingly turned inside out.  The opening in his head was stretched wide and it felt like pins were poking his dick, inflating it before it was flattened into a stub between his legs.  His balls were pressed into his body and sliced open.  The testicles themselves were jammed in and repositioned in his new larger inner cave.  Organs were shifted about to make room for a new womb, his balls being fitted into new ovaries.  Finally what was left of his dick was positioned properly and opened into a slit, the inside of his dick shaped into the cavity of a fresh new pussy.     

Widow all the while cried out, “Wuah AHHH!! En aucune façon! Ce sentiment!  Auhn, my dick, my lovely queue! Hyahn aahhh!! Yes, ohn.  Compléter me maître. Je suis à vous!”  “Wuah AHHH!! No way! This feeling! Auhn, my dick, my lovely dick! Hyahn aahhh!! Yes, ohn. Complete me my master. I’m yours!”

With HER new pussy formed the metal cup released itself from Widowmaker’s body leaving a trail of fresh vaginal liquids clinging to the rims.  

“So good, so good…master…”  Widowmaker said, her still male voice upsetting the scientist.  

“Dammnit sa fin! Machine stupide!” The scientist angrily demanded and the machine heard his call locking a metal collar around Widow’s neck as well as shoving a lubricated phallic like object into her tight virgin pussy.  

“Oh master! No, have I been bad!? Please!”  Widow called out.

“Je suis désolé cher , mais il semble que vous n'êtes pas encore complètement apprivoisé.”  “I’m sorry dear, but it seems you are not completely tamed.”   The scientist replied an evil smirk crossing his face.

The purple skinned woman who now seemed an exact clone of what Sean had become looked satisfied over her new sister and knew of the fun that came next.  The final part of the process was the most enjoyable, breaking in the new body.

As the metal dildo shoved in Widow’s pussy began its powerful prods the restraints to her lower legs freed allowing her hips to match the thrusts of the device.  It vibrated as well causing a rapturous amount of stimulation inside of her vagina. 

The metal strap around her neck compressed and destroyed her Adams apple then released, letting the new sultry voice of Widow to break free in a flurry of moans and sexual release.

Her mind now completely succumbed, she spoke only in her new native tongue of French, wanting to be finished off by her master’s toy.  

“Ahn ! Alors bon, si DARH! Gah oui , plus fort , plus vite! Remuez -moi uhn haahh!”  “Ahn! So good, so good! Gah yes, harder, faster! Stir me up uhn haaahh!”  She howled like a slut.  Her hips were bucking wildly, her ass slapping back and forth against the metal table as she was fucked senseless by the metal appendage.  

Her back and hips created a rolling wave as she was pounded.  It was a majestic sight to behold, the scientist completely satisfied with his new creation.  He decided to reward his subject further and with the press of a button two more phallic like arms creeped out from the cylindrical walls of the machine.  

“M- plus! utres plus! Pour moi! Hyah , oui , merci-!”  “M-more! There’s more! For me! Hyah, yes, thank y-“  Widow thanked before having one of the dildos plunge itself into her mouth.  The other creeped down to her backside and shoved itself deep into her anal cavity.  

“Moh mff! Moh Muh Mahhh!!  Widow cried out with eyes closed as she was mercilessly fucked by three mechanical dildos.  

Her legs were spread and bent at the knees as she was rocked up and down incredibly fast by the violent pounding appendages.  Her mouth was assaulted with great ferocity as well, her head bobbing back and forth, the end of the thrusting tip slamming the wall of her mouth nearing her throat.

All Widow could think in her mind was, “Magnifique!  Magnifique!  Magnifique…magnificent.”

Suddenly all the dildos retreated leaving Widow to the throws of an intense orgasm.  Her body kicked and quivered with delight as she wore a manic expression and bawled out, “Gahh ohhhh , fuck oui! Oui, oui! Ahhhnn hehaah ohhh...si bon...incroyable...”

The metal cuffs to her arms released and the helmet retracted the pins from her head as widow fell to the ground in a heap on top of her spilled liquids, which she soon began to lap at.  Loving the taste of her juices she commentated in a now more controlled sultry demeanor, “Mah, Je goûte si bon. Voulez-vous essayer de mon maître?”  “Mah, I taste so good. Want to try my master?”

The scientist declined the offer and simply congratulated her on surviving the procedure and welcomed her to the family.  He then tossed a bodysuit (the same as the other purple skinned woman) on the ground in front of her and told her to get dressed and ready to work.

About half a year later she, along with many others transformed into Widowmakers (all dressed in the same skin tight spider themed bodysuit), would be formed into a collective group of assassins meant to destabilize major countries and spin political and economic favor towards a rising organization known as “Talon”.  The scientist, named Eadric, was one of the heads for the organization with all the Widowmakers being conditioned to follow out his commands.

Widowmaker (Sean) took every job deadly serious and accomplished her hits and escort missions with razor focus.  Though she appeared cold and emotionless she felt so very much alive during the moment of a kill.  She gained pleasure only from her job as an assassin and from her master Eadric.

After some time Eadric gave names to a few of the Widowmakers he had taken a liking to.  Sean was given the name Amélie.  Amélie became the most accomplished of all the Widowmakers and earned a spot at her master’s side as his personal bodyguard and courtesan.

One night inside one of Eadric’s several villas, he was spending some quality time with his number one as a lone assassin sent for Eadric landed on the balcony.  Amélie spent a good portion of the early goings giving Eadric an ass job, her excessively large butt cheeks thwacking and gliding along his shaft which was smothered between the two fleshy mounds.  His dick glided effortlessly up and down between the cheeks thanks to Amélie’s skin tight bodysuit.

After blasting his load onto the exposed skin of her back Eadric pushed as much of his cum as he could inside the skin tight bodysuit covering around her ass (there was a small opening above her crack) before giving her butt a few slaps and letting her relish the hot sticky feeling.  He then commanded Amélie to take off her suit so that he could reward her.  He proceeded to start slamming his cock into her from a squat thrust.

The intruding assassin approached carefully behind the fucking cronies and drew his short range rifle. He slowly took aim, lined up a shot that would penetrate both of their skulls and, BAM!  The echo of a single gunshot laced the room and everything went quiet. 

Dead on the floor was the foreign assassin and alive on the bed were his two targets, Amélie brandishing a modified highly advanced sniper rifle with a smoking barrel and Eadric sitting unamused and unimpressed by the assassin’s attempt.  Amélie had sensed the approach of the killer, played him, and quickly silenced him. 

With a calculating satisfied grin she said, “Personne n'échappe à ma vue.”  “No one escapes from my sight.”

Eadric immediately gave a large commanding heave to pop Amélie back under his control.  She dropped the gun down and went back to savoring her master’s penetrating gift.

Eadric tilted his head to meet the side of Amélie’s face and whispered in her ear, “Qui était superbe Amélie.  Tu es magnifique!”  “That was superb Amélie.  You are beautiful.”

Amélie held onto Eadric’s praise as she drowned in her delight.