Hunger / sf-fantasy
Bioengineer and researcher Dane Ashfield tapped his glasses, straightening them on his nose. He gazed through the one-way mirror into the room where the experiment was about to take place. The naked man they wheeled in on a gurney was the finest male specimen Dane had ever seen. He looked to be in his late 20's. Judging by his physique, he had done a combination of gym and manual labor, and it had paid off. Dane's client would be pleased with this one.
Dane had been hired to create the perfect lover for a man of particular needs. He looked at the boy admiringly. He also had a nice-sized cock. Dane chuckled to himself. It wouldn't seem big in a little while.
The young man's sexy torso was made even sexier by the way Dane could see the changes his team had made to the boy's body. Using a combination of cutting-edge techniques, they had altered the boy's guts permanently to make him suited to exactly one thing: being fucked.
The boy's rippling abs covered a stomach that seemed caved in a little. They had made a few changes to his digestive system. He wouldn't need to shit ever again. Much of what wasn't necessary had been done away with, leaving the boy with a large hollow space inside. He'd need all of it.
His anal canal had also been lined with sensitive nerves that would almost certainly change the boy's mind about anal sex the first time he felt it.
His smooth asshole was just visible between his muscular legs. It was a little bigger than normal, and it was also extremely flexible. Last week, Dane had seen the asshole modifications being tested by a researcher, his arm dripping with lube and up inside the unconscious boy past the elbow. The researcher himself had been a muscular man - Dane liked to keep people around that were good for sex. Just thinking about the muscled forearm disappearing up into the boy's guts made Dane's cock jump a little. But it had just been a sideshow to today's main event.
Dane wondered about all the other modifications the boy had undergone, and how he'd react when he discovered them...
Mark's eyes opened, the dim, warm lights of the observation room bleary in his vision. He rubbed his eyes to clear them. Where was he? He had just been walking home. Why was he naked? He stood unsteadily, gaining his feet. The floor was warm. He was disoriented but his mind was slowly clearing.
He felt strange all over. His muscles seemed swollen like he'd just worked out. And his stomach. He looked down. It looked like he was sucking in his abs a little, but even rippling outward with even rows of muscle, they were just concave, even relaxed. He didn't know what that meant.
He was also hungry, very hungry but he wasn't sure what for. He was just starting to get worried about what was happening to him when he was startled by a noise.
A large door opened at the other end of the room, and a monstrous silhouette of a man appeared. As he entered the room, Mark's eyes grew wide. This was the biggest man he had ever seen.
Mark forgot about his hunger as he eyed the creature entering the room. The man was covered in gigantic muscles, but he wasn't musclebound. He was just heavily muscled and proportionally huge. He must have been ten feet tall, towering over the six-foot four Mark. He wore nothing but a loincloth, a huge bulge clearly flopped beneath it, large even compared to the man's proportions.
As he approached, Mark's mouth went dry. He was too scared to move. The man stood directly in front of him, looking down with an enormous and actually somewhat handsome face. Mark's head was just about level with the man's navel.
Then the monster reached out a hand. Mark reflexively shrank away, but the big hand just started gently stroking him, kneading his back and neck with surprising care. Despite his predicament, Mark felt calmed immediately. He wasn't sure why, but something about the situation seemed all right. He seemed to instinctively recognize something about this man and trusted him.
The big hands explored Mark's body, moving from his back to his chest, gently tweaking each nipple, making Mark moan a little, despite himself. What was happening to him? He was in a strange place with this other man and he was just letting him knead and caress his body.
The giant moved past Mark's chest down to his stomach, rubbing it gently in circles. Mark felt something tingle inside, and let out a low moan of pleasure. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it felt good and he was going to see where it went.
Then, Mark yelped as the giant hoisted him up effortlessly with his hands underneath Mark's buttocks. He brought Mark up to his face, and an enormous tongue snaked out and started to lik Mark's body. Something about the saliva coating his torso was making him feel warm all over. By the time the huge man's tongue reached Mark's crotch, licking his entire dick and ass at the same time, Mark was rock hard and sighing contentedly.
The man put Mark down and put his hands on his shoulders. He looked deeply into Mark's eyes, yearning with need. Mark gulped. He knew where this was going, but it just wasn't possible. He didn't know anything about the pleasures of men, and even if he had, there was no way to satisfy this behemoth. Then the man spoke softly in a deep, rumbling baritone.
"Don't worry, my pet. Soon you will know only pleasure, not fear."
Pet?
"My name is Graf. I am a wealthy man who has spent a great deal of time and money perfecting my body. But I require a lover. That is you."
"But I'm not gay," Mark creaked.
"It doesn't matter. Soon, when I have you, you will crave only more. You will ache to take in what only I can give." At this Graf hefted his huge sack inside the loincloth.
"What? Have me? That's just not possible. I- "
"Shh, it is possible. You are mine now, and nothing bad will ever happen to you."
Mark was still afraid, but he let the man pick him up in a gentle embrace, surrounding him in a warm cage of firm muscle, and his cock throbbed again.
Graf felt the smaller, but firm and muscular body of his new lover. His boy was a beautiful one. He would have been considered a big man in the outside world, but here he was sized to be a plaything. He looked down at the boy, his naked body squeezed against his own enormous chest. He wondered if the boy's muscled chest would produce any milk for him, but Dane had said that some changes would take longer.
With a soft whisper, another door opened and a huge, beautiful four-post bed slid into the room. Mark was laid down on it, and the giant man put his hands to either side of him.
"First I will make you ready. Then I will make you mine. Are you ready to be my bitch?"
Mark wasn't ready for anything. But he shuddered in pleasure as the giant man's huge tongue slid up the length of his torso and flicked his nipples, which he now realized were a little bit bigger than they should be.
The loincloth was tossed aside, and for the first time Mark saw Graf's dick uncovered. It was even bigger than he had imagined. It was half hard and already longer than his forearm and thicker than his wrist.
Graf sat up and drew Mark to him.
"Touch it. You want to. I can see that you do."
Mark gulped. His mouth was dry again. The huge cock bobbed, dripping a huge blob of precum. Graf picked it up on a fingertip, and before he could protest, it was rubbed over Mark's lips.
Mark started to sputter, wanting to wipe the foul stuff off. But he stopped. His body now seemed programmed to respond to Graf's fluids the same way he had responded to the saliva. His lips felt very warm, almost hot. He flicked out his tongue, tasting the substance. It tasted sweet and salty, and not at all repellent.
"Yes, you see. You are already becoming my whore, my bitch, and you've only had a taste. Imagine how you will feel when my cock is throbbing up inside you."
Mark still couldn't imagine that at all, but he knew he wanted to feel more of that sensation of pleasure and warmth.
His hands sent to Graf's erection, now at full mast. Both Marks' hands were needed to encircle it fully. The head was leaking copious amounts of precum now, and Mark used it as lube, spreading around the head and then down the shaft. He slowly started pumping the huge penis, his own cock throbbing almost painfully against his curved-in abs, but for the moment forgotten.
Mark bent down and licked the head of the cock, wishing he could get it into his mouth. He continued to stroke it with both hands, and Graf started moaning. He put a hand on Mark's head as Mark slurped up precum and jacked the huge dick.
"That's it, pet. You need this. This is what you were meant to be."
Mark felt ashamed, but couldn't stop himself. This wonder of a penis was commanding his mind and body, demanding his devotion.
Graf started to pant, and his hands pressed harder against Mark, almost stifling him against the huge head. Then, he suddenly pulled Mark off of his dick and pointed it at Mark's chest.
The first huge splatter coated Mark's chest with semen. Then Graf moved down, coating Mark's stomach. As the jets subsided, Mark realized he was almost lying in a pool of cum.
Graf gathered the cum into his hands and started rubbing and massaging it into Marks' body. Mark's skin was alive with sensations, and he groaned and arched his back as Graf covered him from neck to foot in his prodigious cum. Mark realized that his skin was absorbing the cum, and soon he was dry again.
But he couldn't focus anymore on details of his surroundings. He looked up into Graf's eyes, now a wanton whore ready to do whatever Graf wanted. Graf smiled.
"You are adjusting to your place now I see, slut," Graf said. He licked Mark's torso, making him squirm with pleasure.
Mark was stunned. What would happen now?
"Your new life needs a new name, I think. I'll call you Adam, because you're my first creation. You are now bound to these," Graf said, hefting his coconut-sized balls.
"I'm still Mark, you can't just change me."
"We'll see," said Graf. He moved up Mark's body and put his huge sack on his chest.
Involuntarily, Mark leaned forward, licking and nuzzling the huge, smooth sack, feeling it move and contract around his face as Graf's body reacted to him. Graf stroked him, knowing that the cum he'd absorbed would soon make him unable to resist obeying his every whim.
He would happily have stayed there for hours, but Graf had other plans. He pulled him off and then picked up the 190lb man easily, turning him around and pulling him into a doggy style position.
"Look at yourself, slut."
Mark - Adam, looked forward to see a huge mirror. His own face was a mask of pleasure. He was transfixed by his own reflection, his perfect, beautiful male body was placed in a submissive and subservient position to the hulking form behind him. Graf pushed on his back gently, and he obediently arched his back, pushing his ass up.
He looked into his own eyes saw an insatiable whore. A new person ready to be born into the world, to be fucked and filled and owned by this giant man. Even though he knew this was wrong, his ass throbbed and twitched with the need to be filled by his master. He ached for Graf to fill him and make him his bitch. For his new life to begin.
"How do you feel about your new name now, Adam?"
"I am Adam," Adam replied, still hypnotized by the look of lust in his own eyes. Graf chuckled. This was going to be even easier than he'd thought.
Graf was ready to fuck. But first the boy needed a little more preparation. His mind was Graf's now, and he'd do anything for Graf's cum. But he didn't want to break his new toy, so he started the last of the preparations Dane had described to him.
Graf leaned down, his huge snaking tongue penetrating Adam's virgin ass. It was bigger than any cock, but Adam has just enough flexibility in his anus to take it.
"Unhgh," was all Adam could say, grunting in surprise.
It was the first thing Adam had ever felt going into him, and it felt amazing. He couldn't believe the sensations coming from inside of his ass as the giant flexed and moved his tongue inside of him. Graf was pleased with the flavor of the boy. It was like tonguing a fresh mouth.
As Graf's saliva worked its way into Adam's body and coated his anal walls, the enhanced flexibility of his ass began to truly reveal itself. Adam's body opened, his ass becoming Graf's own personal property and portal into his pink depths. Graf withdrew, putting first two, then three, and finally four fingers into the pliant opening. It leaked a clear fluid. His saliva had triggered the first production of Adam's own natural lubricant, making entry even easier.
As Graf fingered him, Adam groaned, and spurted cum onto the sheets beneath him. That was when Graf knew his conversion to slut slave was complete. He withdrew his fingers and slapped Adam's ass. Adam's face reddened in shame when he realized what had happened, but Graf just laughed.
"You see, you will be my bitch. You want it, and you know it."
Adam didn't know what to say. His cock had said it all. Maybe he did want this. He turned around and looked into Graf's eyes, and saw predatory desire reflected back in them.
"Tell me what you want. I'll take it anyway, but if you admit it, and become my slut willingly, you will enjoy it more."
Adam stammered, licked his lips. "I want.. I want you.."
"What?" Graf insisted. "Tell me exactly."
"I want you to put your cock inside of me."
"And?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"And?"
"I want to become your whore. Your slave. And take your cock whenever it pleases you."
"Haha. Good boy. Now lie back."
Graf lifted Adam's legs and spread the. Adam's had closed to a tiny winking bud, but he knew that it had been forever changed, and could accept almost anything he wanted to put into it now. It would stretch and retain its tightness no matter how it was violated. And Graf planned to violate it often.
"Take hold of me, pet. Guide me to your pussy."
Adam's cock jumped at the word pussy. He took Graf's huge cock in both hands and guided it down to his opening, gasping and arching his back as the huge head penetrated him. He didn't know how it was possible, but he only fullness and pleasure. His abs showed a small lump where the head rested inside him, pulsing with Graf's heart.
Adam already felt full, but Graf was just getting started. Slowly by inches, he rotated his pelvis, his muscular torso straining with the effort of restraining himself, as his impaled his new bitch. The whore was in head and needed to be bred, but there was no need to rush. Adam's head spun. The massive dick was rubbing something inside of him that made him swoon.
When Graf finally bottomed out, and Adam felt the few wiry hairs brush him, he came onto his own stomach. Graf used his fingers to feed Adam his own cum. Graf nodded down at Adam's stomach, making the boy acknowledge the huge lump pressing out from the inside. What Adam saw was unreal. He ran his hands over his distended abdomen, feeling a throbbing cock behind his sixpack. He was pregnant with cock.
Graf gave Adam another lick, nibbling on a tender nipple, before he began to fuck.
Adam was lost in sensation, his ass was his universe and this cock was all that mattered. His eyes rolled up into his head as Graf pounded him relentlessly. He couldn't understand how his body was handling this.
Ah, ugh, unngh," Adam grunted. "Fuuuuck mee eee.."
Graf flashed a feral grin and started pounding even harder. He was glad to see that this boy had been made to handle this. And this was only the beginning of what he planned to do to the tender young whore.
As Graf fucked and fucked, Adam stopped saying anything, he stopped feeling anything except that cock in his ass, and the tireless pistoning slap of Graf's hips.
Finally, Graf howled, and shoved himself as far inside Adam as he could. Adam came again, but there wasn't much cum left in him. He drooled and mewled while his guts were pumped forcefully with liters of sperm. His stomach swelled even more, able to accommodate even Graf's huge load.
When Graf pulled out, Adam's ass automatically snapped shut, leaking only a few drops of sperm, which Graf guided to Adam's mouth. Adam rubbed his swollen belly contentedly, and realized that he wasn't hungry anymore.
by TentacleBoy boy.tentacle@gmail.com Let me know what you thought and if I should do another story or continue this one.