It took only a single flip of a switch to fill the chamber with soft white light, revealing a cool and sterile looking space. One of the four walls was a nondescript white, the one across from it was set with an all encompassing mirror, and the remaining two walls possessed pitch black cupboards stretching from floor to ceiling. The floor itself was a checkerboard of black and white tile; tile which was cold against the feet of the room's one occupant.

That occupant had been blind folded and bound facing the mirror with his arms and legs spread and linked in place to four of the room's many loopholes found on the floor and ceiling. He wore nothing except the cuffs that trapped him and the leather mask over his eyes that blinded him.

While the mask kept him from seeing anything of significance, he detected the change in light. A very dim halo of light emerged around his vision where there had once been pitch black. He turned his head this way and that, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything, but it was useless. "W-Where am I?" he asked, unsure if there was really anyone in the room or not. He wanted to pick his feet off the icy floor, but the straps kept his legs stiff and straight. "Is this a government thing? Look I... I don't know anything. I'm just an average guy. I'm just... Brian."

There was a sliding sound from behind Brian as within the white wall opened an automated pocket door. There was the sound of heavy boots as another man strode calmly and purposefully into the room. Though the captive was unable to see him, the mirror reflected back a tall, handsome man with hair the colour of fire and eyes that burned like gold. His skin seemed sun touched and unblemished save for a bold tattoo of a red, unrecognizable reptile basking in a bed of flames along his left arm. He wore clothes of black leather and not much of it; just pants, cuffs, and a sleeveless leather top that exposed his corded abs and was held closed by a silver zipper down the centre. In his hand, he held a long black cane-like stick that had a small blue light coming from the end. He reached out as he drew near to Brian and traced his fingers down along the man's naked spine.

Brian yelped at the touch. He tried moving away, arching his back, in turn pushing out his large, heavy belly. "Wh-Who's there? Who are you?" he demanded, though not with much confidence. Again, Brian tugged at his arms and legs, but he was bound good and tight. The young man desperately tried to remember what happened. He'd left the dentist's office, then went to the grocery store, and then took the bus home. He remembered getting off the bus as well. The apartment was about two blocks from the bus stop, but he never got there. Is that when it happened? How long ago was that? "What's going on?!"

A shock leapt up Brian's leg as the man touched the blue light at the end of his stick to the skin. It was like having an intense burst of static electricity shoot through him. The heavy boots clopped against the tile floor and the man smiled to himself as he swept his hand around from the small of Brian's back to just under that large and heavy swell of the captive's belly. Gently he seemed to weigh it against his palm, then let his hand fall away so he could use it to reach up to Brian's blindfold. With a firm tug, slip it up and off the other's face, granting him a look at his surroundings and take in the almost unnervingly beautiful man looming over him and looking down at him.

Another yelp, but this one of pain at the shock to his bare skin. He was panting only slightly, trying to regain his wits, as the hand moved around his body. Again, Brian tried moving away. It was his only instinct, but he was thwarted at each attempt. When the blindfold was finally removed, his own aqua eyes widened at the sight of the man before him. The stranger looked dangerous, like love and deception all wrapped up in one sinister package. Brian also took in his surroundings, almost at once realizing this was not what he thought it to be. "You... You aren't with the government," he said rather than asked.

The man smiled at that, clearly amused that that would be the first thing to pop out of Brian's mouth when in such a situation. He gave the man a light pat on the cheek and swung that nasty little shock stick up over his shoulder with an easy flourish before moving away and allowing Brian to catch a glimpse at the mirror and more importantly, at himself. It was… a big change after all, and he wasn't quite sure Brian had realized it yet.

Brian didn't know what he was looking at initially. He was still wrapped up in the fear and confusion of the moment. After a second glance, however, he recognized the face staring back at him. Brian's jaw fell open as all the color drained from his face. Was that... Was that really him? Aqua eyes glanced down, only to confirm the mirror was not of the funhouse variety. There, hanging off his front, was a very large belly. "Oh my god!" he cried. Brian could only estimate he was big enough for triplets at full term, if maybe not more. It was so round, heavy, stretched tight and pink. There was even a plump bellybutton adorning the crest of his fecund form. "What did you do?!" the young man screamed, tearful eyes now on his captor.

Sal wished they'd given him a chair, or at least a stool to sit down on at times like this. He'd dealt with this sort of thing before, it was his job after all, to deal with these… people, but the rough starts never sat well with him. He tapped the stick onto his shoulder as he watched tears start to trek their way down the young man's cheeks and let his sights shift slightly to watch that outrageous belly quiver with the emotions surging through the pretty-eyed man. And watching, he remained silent, letting Brian get out what initial outbursts of emotion he wanted to, before they got started.

"Why aren't you talking to me?!" Brain shouted, now getting angry. What kind of sick person did this to him and then didn't even offer an explanation? While crying, the young man was becoming more and more aware of his belly. It was just so big, weighing upon his hips, and... strangely warm. "What the hell gives you the right, huh?! You're a freak, man! A freak!"

That man, with his bright eyes, simply stood there letting Brian get angry and scream at him. Not even batting a lash as the other insulted him. In fact, he looked rather bored. But at last he did appear to have had enough and with a swift swing of his arm, the stick swept off his shoulder and placed a rather agonizing electrical strike to the tender flesh of Brian's upraised upper arm. "I am called Salamander," he abruptly said, and paced before Brian, the stick back on his shoulder as if nothing had happened, "but many call me Sal. You, however, will call me Sir. Do you understand?" He paused and fixed those now intense and alert gold eyes upon Brian's own turquoise ones.

"Nngh!" The shock hurt worse up on his arm. He couldn't even flex to defend his nerves with muscle. Brian shook his head and looked back at the red-haired man. Salamander seemed like a ridiculous name. Like a gang member reject. Brian didn't want to feel scared, so he looked for any reason to be angry instead. Maybe then, he might come off as brave. "The fuck I will," he argued. "Now get rid of this... this thing in my body and let me go!"

Sal struck out again, three times in rapid succession on different parts of the body, the jolts seeming to grow with intensity each time. "It was a yes or no question. It'd be best for you to recognize those quickly. Do you understand?" He tapped the stick against his shoulder meaningfully.

"Aaahg!" There was a lingering tingle this time in the places he was hit. The voltage really was getting stronger. Slowly, Brian was realizing the severity of his situation. This Salamander guy really meant business. "Y-Y-Yes..." he choked out, voice still hesitant and laced with defiance.

A smile played over those sensual lips, and Sal reached out to brush the back of his fingers slightly along that taut belly before him. The contact was brief though, as if just a little glimpse of what good behavior might bring on. "I am to be your Caregiver. I'll see to your needs, making sure that you're comfortable and well looked after. Though it's a two way street. The better you behave; the better treatment I give you. Do you understand?"

Brian shivered. Sal's fingers felt better this time. "Y-Yes, sir," he replied. "But why am I even here? Why am I..." Brian glanced down. "Like this?"

Sal shook his head and tapped the stick against his shoulder, contemplating giving Brian a shock for talking out of turn. But the boy was new, so he hoped that just drawing attention to the stick again would be enough to start curbing such tendencies. "You have become a slave, property, and material. You are Nobody. Do you understand?"

"What?" Aqua eyes went wide again. "N-No! I'm Brian! Brian Matthews, age 24, blonde hair, blue eyes! Brian! I'm Brian!"

That outburst could not be so easily forgiven or allowed to slide. Again it was three strikes, each more painful than the last and attacking still different parts of the body until it seemed as though the man had just been electrocuted by that last jarring contact. "You are Nobody, do you understand?"

Brian screamed. Oh god it hurt, burned. He was panting, almost shaking. "I... I'm Nobody," he cried softly.

The frown that had been on Sal's face melted away at that admission and he reached out, this time to rub his hand fully upon that large stomach. He was glad that the other had given in as quickly as he had. He wouldn't want to have tested Brian's pain threshold so soon. His hand swept lazily along Brian's belly. This boy really had turned out to be a good specimen, his body having adjusted delightfully well to the procedures done to it. Not that Sal knew much about them. He was just a Caregiver after all, but he found himself quite eager to work on this project. No doubt, Brian would be #1 in no time.

"Ohh..." Brian sighed softly, moaned quietly. After that painful punishment, having his perverse new form so tenderly tended to was really nice. He swallowed dryly, took in a deep breath, and moaned yet again. "Oh... Oohhh..." What was happening? It was also so disgusting. Brian should have been outraged, but all he could do was hang there and feel grossly content.

Sal's hand moved to and thro, sliding from one side of the young man's body to the other, which he remarked privately, there was quite a lot of space to cover. He paused at one point to give a light pinch to Brian's jutting navel, taking the nub between thumb and forefinger. "Your only purpose is to obey and entertain. Do you understand?"

Brian gasped and his entire body shuddered. He hunched his shoulders as best he could, rubbing them up around his ears, and then relaxed. "Yes, sir..." the boy submitted shamefully. "Obey and... en-entertain..." Who he was to obey was obvious, but just who was he to be entertaining? Brian supposed maybe he was here only for Sal's entertainment, but this set up felt like there was a bigger picture he wasn't seeing.

"Very good, very good," the redhead purred, smiling as his fingers shifted their hold upon that nub as though they sought to turn it, like accessing a dial on the radio. "Mn. So if I ask you to jump, you're not going to do something stupid like ask me how high, right? You're going to jump your best the first time and make sure that we're all very happy with you, right?"

A light moan was the only initial response as a light dusting of pink spread over Brian's cheeks. "But how can I jump if I'm strap-" That's when he saw the cane lift off Sal's shoulder and the blue light sparked with warning. He swallowed and immediately corrected himself. "I'll... I will jump as high as I can and... and as many times as you want, y-yes."

The frown and threat in Sal's eyes faded quickly away and he smiled again. The boy had almost slipped up, but he'd caught on very quickly and for that, Sal was quite proud of him already. Yes, this was very good material to be working with. Still keeping a hold of that cane, the man bowed down and placed a soft, suckling kiss upon that large, taut dome of a belly. "If you're good," he whispered between embraces, "you'll be rewarded handsomely. If you're bad, you'll be punished severely. Do you understand?" His mouth had descended as he spoke, and to finish he swept his tongue over that nub. Then he looked up at Brian to await the appropriate answer.

"Mmn... ahh!" It was so unfair for the man to be laying all this breathtaking torture on his new body and expect Brian to comprehend or accept anything. But he knew the drill already and did his best to follow. "Good... reward. Bad... punish. Yes, sir," Brain repeated through soft panting. What the hell had they done to him? Or more importantly... What were they going to do to him?

"You're doing very good." He kissed that nub sweetly, then lightly pushed at the underside of Brian's belly, as if trying to hold it in the one palm. "Now just you remember what we've talked about today, and you'll do fine here. You may even come to accept and embrace your new life, and wouldn't that be nice?"

Aqua colored eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I... I don't know, sir," Brian answered truthfully, desperately hoping this didn't earn him a painful shock from the cane.

"Hmm, not the answer I was hoping for," Sal muttered with disappointment, before letting the cane zap Brian's thigh. The shock was subdued, far less hurtful than the ones before it, indicating that the man may have had the power to adjust its power as he wished. Though it also indicated that while he could turn it down to a little static charge like he'd just done, there could still be increasingly higher settings that Brian had not yet experienced and would be mindful not to tempt this man to have him find out.

"Ow!" His whole leg flinched. "Yes! Yes, it would be nice!" Brian cried.

Ah, and how nice that he was quick to correct himself. Sal gave him a little pat on the belly for it. "Yes, it will be very nice." The tall, leather-clad man walked over to one of the black cupboards along the wall. He raised one of his wrists to it and there was the soft click of a lock giving way. He opened the door to reveal several drawers within it and began to open one at a time, surveying what tools had been left for him and if there would be a need to make any requests for others. "Oh good, they got it in red like I wanted." He fished out what appeared to be a red leather dog collar attached to a metal chain, and then closed up the drawers and the cupboard. Moving to stand behind Brian, he proceeded to slip the collar about the youth's neck.

Brian was so confused and even a little afraid as Sal walked out of his line of sight. He heard the cupboard and drawers opening. What was in there? What grand new device of torture was his captor going to bring out next? Brian gasped loudly when the collar was placed around his neck, only because at first he didn't know what was happening. He was almost afraid he was to be choked to death. Except the collar was only fitted to be snug, not deadly. "What's this...?" His voice trailed off. The young man thought better of asking and just bit his lip instead, waiting.

Sal eyed him cautiously. The cane hummed with power close by, but did not move out to strike. Though it had been close, Sal told himself that he would not let a second occurrence slip. He couldn't afford to let his project get away with too much, or else it would affect the show. Kneeling, he began to undo the links fastening the cuff on Brian's right ankle to the floor. Once freed, he secured the collar's chain to the link embedded in the floor then shifted to work on freeing Brian's other ankle. He was quite skilled, and the cane was still close at hand as he worked.

Brian let out a small sigh of relief. He really dodged a bullet that time. He shivered when his bare foot met the cold floor. About to ask if the heat could be turned on, the young man again thought better and said nothing. Soon the other foot met the floor and Brian was glad to be standing again. Obviously, there was no hope of running once his arms were free. The collar had been chained to the floor and Brian really had no clue how to get out. So all he could do was wait and see what would happen. He turned his wrists in their straps. His body was heavy and pulling down on them painfully.

Sal stood back, taking a moment to pat the youth's thighs, trying to urge a bit of blood to flow through the tense limbs. "Move your legs a bit, they've been kept up like that for a bit and when I free your arms, you're going to need to try standing on your own. Got it?" His tone was brusque, but it also sounded kind, as though in spite of doing his duty here, he wanted to make sure Brian was all right; which, though Brian might not realize it, was the truth. He wanted Brian to trust that he would take care of him, despite some of the things they would be doing together.

"Yes." Brian lifted one leg and then the other, like he was marching in place. His legs tingled at first, like pins and needles after a limb falls asleep, but soon they felt all right again, so he gave Sal a silent nod.

Sal gave a curt nod of his own in return, and then went to unfasten Brian's wrist cuffs. "You feel pretty heavy, don't you?" He spoke as he worked, keeping his own toned and lean body close to the other. "You'll get used to it pretty quickly though. They should have done some modifications to strengthen your muscles so that you can handle the changes with ease. You'll just need to work them out a bit. Here, almost done, lean on me if you have to." He would be ready to catch and stable Brian if the other should unbalance.

"Yes sir. Very heavy." Without the straps on his wrists to hold him up, Brian really did feel the full weight of his new body. A sound of surprise escaped him as his legs buckled, knees turning inward and bending slightly. At once, his hands were on his belly trying to hold it up. The shape felt firm, yet soft, and very warm. Brian moved his hands over the surface, discovering how large and round he really was. Whatever was in him... wasn't alive, at least he didn't think so. There had been no movement to indicate such. The young man was just... big and full.

"Whoa, careful there," Sal said, slipping an arm around Brian's waist from behind. "They're probably still sleeping pretty heavily, but they'll wake up soon." He began to lower Brian to sit on the floor. "So when you start to feel them move, try not to freak out too much, it's just what little ones do."

Brian's face instantly paled. "Th-them...?" So there really was something inside him. Somethings...

Sal ignored Brian and left the boy sitting on the floor while he went over to the other side of the room to the cupboards opposite the ones he'd delved into before. Again, he raised his wrist and there was the soft exultation of a lock parting, and he opened what looked to be in all honesty, a linen closet. He brought out a blanket and a pillow and brought them over to Brian. He shook out the blanket and draped it over the blonde's shoulders, while the pillow had been dropped onto the floor. "Rewards for getting off to a good start. Hopefully in time, you'll earn yourself a bed."

But I want my bed! Brian screamed in his head. He didn't want any of this. He wanted to wake up in his own bed, in his own pajamas, in his own apartment. This had to be some nightmare. He ate some spoiled pizza and now he was having a nightmare. There was no other way. There couldn't be! But then Brian felt them. Just as Sal had warned, those inside him woke up and made themselves known. "Ah..." First one kick, then two, three... four... again and again they kicked. "Aah... Aauh..." Bright blue eyes looked down at his belly where he could see the gentle punctuations against his flesh. "Aauh! Aaaauuh!" Brian backed up on the floor, trying to get away from his own body, but the chain just jerked and held him in place.

Sal caught him by the shoulder, his grip strong though he kept it gentle. "Well, that happened sooner than expected, but probably a good thing I'm here for it." He lifted a brow as he seemed to only then note that Brian was still calling out in alarm. "Stop that, right now. Or else I'll take away your blanket." And he shocked the other for good measure. He'd told the boy not to freak out, and here he was, making such a fuss over just a few dozen kicks.

"Oww!" But the shock wasn't enough this time. Brian whipped his head around to look up at the red-haired man. "This isn't right!" he shouted in both fear and anger. "Get them out! Get them out right now!"

"Ooh, that's very bad." Sal shook his head and sighed with disappointment. He increased the level of the shocks and began to lance them down upon various points upon Brian's body. Three strikes, five strikes, eight strikes, Sal worked his way to twelve before he relented, and each bolt had been more powerful than the last. The air around Brian felt charged with the electricity that had been used.

Brian screamed with each powerful jolt. He swore he could almost smell his skin burning. By the end of it, he was collapsed on his side, breathing heavily, his whole body tense from the pain. Aqua eyes looked up at Salamander, full of hate, but running over with tears. Brian didn't say anything after that. He just decided to lie there in hopes that at least he couldn't do anything wrong like this.

But the man ignored such a stare, he'd seen it before and it rolled off him like a drop of water. He gathered up the blanket and then went to toss it back into the closet that he'd retrieved it from, though at least he left Brian the pillow. "And things were going so well too." He lamented with exasperation and a touch of disgust in his tone. "We'll try again later." His heavy boots strode across the floor and to the pocket door well beyond the length of Brian's chain. It slid open and he exited, once it was closed, the room suddenly sank into a deep darkness.

"Going well my ass," Brian grumbled under his breath. An attempt was made to see through the darkness by blinking his eyes a number of times, but this did nothing to help. He took to crawling around on the floor, trying to find something, anything that could aid him in getting out. All Brian got, though, was a feeling of disgust as his belly dragged across the cold floor if he didn't hold himself up enough. After failing again and again at another attempt to free himself, the boy decided he might as well get some sleep. He found the pillow, which he laid his blonde head upon. The kicks of those inside him had dulled, but he was still bothered enough by them that it took over an hour for him to finally fall asleep.