Tanks For The Mammaries
Keywords: Tanks, Mammaries, The, For,
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" SUMMARY: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental.
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!
I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.) FF+ tg ScFi cons breast Lac hirs oral toys "
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Just a few months ago, I was sitting in my jail cell on death row blissfully awaiting the unjust execution for the murder of my wife.
Well blissful compared to some of the things that have happened to me since.
My name was Dean Samuels and it all started about a year and a half ago.
At that time, I had been married for about 5 years. I had always wondered how an average Joe like me could be interesting to someone like her. By profession, my wife was a Microbiologist, a leading scientist in the area of gene splicing research.
Me, I was just a 34-year-old, 5' 10", 200# Electrician working for a major city in the northwest. Granted I am smarter, than your average electrician is. I have often heard I don't work up to my true potential.
I've never been what you might call ambitious, but I always seemed to have everything I needed.
One day I came home and there was blood all over the entryway of our home, I mean a lot of blood!
I freaked out totally and started searching the house calling out my wife's name, "Diane!"
I went through every room, every floor, I could find her nowhere. During my hasty and frantic search, the police showed up claiming a neighbor had heard several gunshots.
I was promptly arrested, and charged with her murder.
No corpse, no murder weapon, no motive but I was convicted.
The coroner claimed the blood was a DNA match for my wife's and the quantity was sufficient to indicate she would not have survived the loss of so much. He also claimed I must have used a chipper on her corpse for that quantity to be splattered all over the walls and ceiling. For motive, they claimed I had to be dissatisfied with our relationship due to her long work hours and extensive overtime hours she put in.
Hell, I was proud of her! I had been willing to sacrifice some of our time together. I new her work was important to her, and possibly even the human race, which made me, love her even more. I would never harm her!
Sure, I would have liked to have more time together, more sex, and more romance. I was content to have whatever time she could spare me. If Albert Schweitzer's wife could handle it so could I.
None of these things seemed to matter to anyone during my trial, and due to my "showing no remorse" for my heinous crime I was sentenced to death. Hell, I was innocent, for what was I supposed to show remorse?
Around a year later, I found myself on death row with some mutton headed priest wanting me to confess to my sins, as if I was guilty of killing my wife!
I get strapped onto the table with and I.V. in my arm, they go through all the magic legal phrases, I feel a warm burning sensation crawling up my arm and my lights go out!
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Okay, the next thing I expect to see is a bright white light and maybe heaven. The last thing I expected to see was the face of my wife peering at me through the side of a huge aquarium, in which I seemed to be floating.
I had several tubes stuck into my body in various places. The weirdest part was nothing was stuck to my face. I seemed to be breathing water! I started to panic and thrash about.
My wife spoke into a microphone, "Just relax dear you're all right! You are breathing a super oxygenated fluid, it's very natural, before you were born, in your mother's womb, you breathed a fluid for 9 months, just breath normally."
It must have been dreadfully easy to read my face. I figured the afterlife would quite different to what I was presently experiencing. Just my luck too, my wife was a scientist here too! Only difference, I must be a lab rat in this life.
She spoke again, "I know you are really confused right now dear, I'll try to explain. A little over a year ago the military and CIA uncovered a plot to assassinate me. They felt I had to go into hiding, but I couldn't bring myself to tear you away from your life and family. I thought if you believed I was murdered, you could forget and go on without me. I love you so much, and I knew I hadn't been there for you as much as I should have. I wanted you to be able to live out a normal life with someone who could devote the time to a relationship you deserve. It might break your heart, but I only wanted what was best for you."
Now she was choked up and crying but continued on, "I had been storing some of my own blood for research purposes. I gave 4 pints to a couple of CIA agents so they could stage my death."
"I threw myself into my work, because thinking about you, and the pain you must be going through, hurt too much to think about. I missed you terribly, and any time I thought of you, us, all I could do was cry."
She had to stop to wipe her eyes and blow her nose, "We are so far remote at this facility in New Mexico, and news about your trial wasn't covered here. I didn't find out about it until one of my assistants came back from visiting her parents in Washington with a newspaper article about when your execution was to be held"
"I nearly went insane! I was raising hell with the CIA, the FBI, everybody I could get my hands on, and I even called the President! There were so many agents and high level government official working on how to save you, and also protect both of us it, was like they had moved half of Washington DC here!
"The first thought was just to spring you and have you exonerated. The CIA said if that were to happen, the factions that were after my death would figure I was still alive, and you would never be safe from being kidnapped, to be able to get to me."
"It was suggested to covertly spring you after your 'execution' and place you in a witness protection program. I told them that would be worse than having brought you with me in the first place!"
"Then some penny pinching moron in the state department started with talk about 'justifying the expense'," at this point she lost it completely and started crying so hard she couldn't go on and left the room for a bit to compose herself.
Up to this point, I had been content to just float there breathing and listening. Now without the stimulus of her explanation, I began taking stock of my situation. There were the tubes coming from various places on my body with different colored substances flowing in and out of my body. I was feeling pretty stoned, and relaxed the only really uncomfortable issue I seemed to have, was the tube stuck up my ass. Other than that, it was kind of like being Aquaman (no there were no gills).
Diane returned slightly better poised, "I'm so sorry honey, but when push came to shove, the only way they would let me save you, was if I agreed to use you as a subject in my experiments. You being a convicted murderer, the government authorities didn't ask any questions, they just turned you over to 'The Office of Scientific Research'. A coffin with a John Doe was buried with a headstone naming it your final resting place."
She swallowed hard, "So no one will be looking for you, no cops, no spies, and no bounty hunters. As far as the rest of the world is concerned we are now both deceased."
That was the good news.
"The bad news concerns you being in there. You were always so considerate, not asking me about my work, since you knew it is classified. Now I can finally tell you, but I wish I didn't have to. You know my field is genetic engineering, you don't know my specialty, which is retro-genetic engineering. In layman's terms I specialize in the modification of living organisms, and you my love must be my next test subject," she couldn't look me in the eye anymore.
Her voice kept getting smaller and quieter, "Okay, confession time, you also don't know that before we were married..."
"Before I met you..."
"Oh hell, you were the first and only man I ever slept with!" she blurted out.
She could tell by my expression that I was still puzzled. She took a deep breath, "Honey, I'm a Lesbian. I still can't believe how much I love you, a man no less. I never wanted a man to touch me, until you. You were, so loving and gentle, just like my lady lovers were. I couldn't help myself, my girl friends, and other lesbians, even envied me. Do you know how special that is? I know you don't think you are, and that makes you even more special."
I wasn't sure where she was going with this and I tried to say, "So what does that have to do with me swimming in here?" However, it came out, "Gurgle, gurgle buzz gurgle."
"Don't try to talk sweetheart the fluid makes that impossible, your vocal cords will not work right with the fluid you are breathing," she explained.
"I can guess what you were thinking though, why am I telling you this now. It concerns what I must do to save your life, I didn't want you to think what is going to happen to you would have to mean an end to us," she still couldn't look me in the eye.
"It's all my fault. I screwed up both of our lives. I'm so, so sorry!" she lost it again, but this time she didn't leave, she just sobbed into her hands for a while.
I tried to swim down a little closer to her face and touched the glass near her, trying to calm her.
She noticed and said, "Oh, oh god..." and ran from the room.
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Keywords: Tanks, Mammaries, The, For,