The Facility (Part 5)

“Quinn. Quinn! Would you fucking wake up?”

Quinn moaned, opened his eyes, and found Holden looming over him. “What happened?”

“I don’t fucking know man. Get up, we need to figure out how to get out of here.”

Quinn sat up, his legs feeling like jelly, his stomach growling like he hadn’t eaten in days. “Fuck, I’m hungry.”

“Me too–I…I think we were out for a couple of days.”

“What?”

“I don’t know! Do you remember anything of what happened?”

Quinn and Holden had been outside the facility, checking ground lines and connections, when they’d gotten a message from Kerry inside that he’d figured out the issue. Sure enough, when they’d gotten back to the building the lights were on, but when they looked for Kerry down in the basement, all they’d found was his laptop–no sign of Kerry anywhere. They’d started looking for their partner in the building, figuring he’d probably went to check out some other part of the generators, or address some other problem, but they hadn’t gotten far. What happened after that was blurry and vague, but he could remember something…gripping him, like an octopus or something, and an injection, but nothing beyond that. Holden didn’t remember much else of interest either, and neither of them could recall seeing a room like this anywhere on the blueprints of the building. It was large for one thing–probably around two thousand square feet of space, and about two stories tall. The floor was tiled, and it was bare of furnishings aside from the two beds where they had each woken up, completely naked, a few minutes before.

There were two sets of doors at either end of the room, and after testing them both, they found both locked tight. They searched the room for anything else that might be of use, but came up empty handed–when a voice came on through the loudspeakers in the room. The voice was strange–it spoke english, but the words were almost guttural, and difficult to understand, like the person speaking had a significant accent neither of them could recognize.

“Welcome, Subjects Eta Two and Three. I’m sorry for the long rest and poor accommodations, but quite frankly, you don’t deserve better for cooperating with this company. However, I’m sure the two of you are curious as to where your third partner disappeared to a few days ago, well, I’m sorry to say that Kerry is gone–but I’d be happy to introduce you to what took his place.”

The two men heard a click as one of the sets of door unlocked and opened, revealing a small room beyond, and neither of them had words to adequately describe the monster which stomped through the door. It would have been easier, perhaps, to describe it in pieces–the head of a wolf, snarling at them as they backed up across the room. The chest and arms of a burly gorilla, the tail whipping behind it something between a gator and a snake, the legs similarly coated with scales, beefy with muscle, running down to two massive, webbed and taloned feet. Still, that all somehow seemed more understandable than the massive cock hanging from it’s crotch with its flared head, generally equine in shape and size, with two huge balls tight below. “What do you think? He’s a beauty, isn’t he?”

“Oh…oh fuck, what the fuck is that?” Holden said, standing there, but Quinn sprinted for the opposite doors, hurling himself at them, desperate to get out of that thing’s presence.

“This, is no longer Kerry, but I haven’t come up with a proper name for him yet. For now, this is Subject Eta One. The two of you will be designated Eta Two and Three, depending on which of you is mounted first. Eta One–please fuck both human subjects before you. Subdue with force if necessary, but do not kill them. Seed them both, and wait for further instruction.”

With a snarl, the beast charged toward Holden, who was still rooted in place, terrified, piss running down his legs as the thing slammed into him, throwing him to the ground with enough force to knock the wind from his lungs. From a distance, he hadn’t quite understood how large the monster was, but it reached a height close to nine feet tall, and it picked Holden up like a doll in it’s huge hands, turning him over and pinning him down, before shoving it’s massive member against his ass. “No, no please! It’s so fucking big!” he screamed.

“Oh, don’t worry–you’ll be able to take it all eventually,” the voice said.

The beast’s cock was already leaking, and as it ran down his crack, he felt his sphincter suddenly relax and release–if he had eaten anything in days, he would have shit himself–but the head of the thing’s cock forced it’s way into him, drilling deeper and deeper. The relaxation of his muscles did nothing to dull the pain, and he screamed, desperately trying to crawl away from the thing mounting him, but it was too strong. A moment after being penetrated, the thing…howled, and Holden felt the massive shaft begin…pumping something into him. Cum he assumed, but there was so much of it. He vomited and saw blood–the thing was raping him so hard he must have suffered some internal bleeding, and he looked to Quinn across the room, slumped by the door, a look of horror on his face. But Quinn wasn’t only horrified by what the monster was doing to his friend–it was what was happening to his friend’s body which had him chilled to the bone.

The Facility (Part 4)

Kerry glared at him, growling a bit, and then gestured at his whole body, as a way of demanding an explanation, and the doctor sighed. “Yes, I was getting to that. It’s…a long story, however, so it would be best for us to proceed with your treatment in the meantime. X-9, please restrain the patient, while I prepare to administer Serum B.”

Kerry let out a growl as the robot approached him, slashing at its prehensile appendages with his now clawlike nails, but the robot shrugged off his attacks and wrapped him up, hauling his immobilized body off the ground and laying him back on the exam table, while Dr. Sondew prepared a syringe.

“Serum A, which you’ve already been administered, is more of a…transitional form, you might say.” the doctor said, while Kerry struggled, “X-9, perhaps a minor sedative?”

“Yes doctor,” X-9 said, and Kerry felt a needle slide into his neck, his body immediately going numb and relaxed, though he was still acutely aware of his surroundings.

“Thank you, that’s much easier,” Dr. Sondew said, shaved a small portion of Kerry’s arm, and began searching for a vein. “As I was saying, the first serum merely…shall we say, scrambles the recipient’s genome. The results are a bit difficult to predict, but what has happened is that the building blocks of your body have been broken apart and jumbled up with a multitude of others–the one which arose in you was canine, but other subjects display different results. For me, I looked like a proper minotaur, when they caught me and forced me to take it.” He slid the needle into the vein, and despite Kerry’s whines, he shot the second serum into his bloodstream. “Now this second serum–now that we have your standard form broken up, we can begin tailoring your body to particular specifications. They weren’t quite at that point with me–they were still trying to figure out what was going on, when things went south.”

Kerry’s arm felt like it was on fire again, and it was spreading to the rest of his body. He wanted to vomit, but there was nothing in his stomach. He growled and tried to lash out, but the sedative reduced his protests to meek grumbles.

“I was told we’d be doing good work, curing disease, unlocking the secrets of our species. Instead, I found a laboratory full of…victims. Illegal human trials, some of them so…twisted, and it was obvious the entire goal was aimed not at medical application, but new, disturbing forms of warfare. I tried to leak it to the press, and so they made me one of their subjects. Still, it was only a matter of time before things went awry, and I was ready, when it did. The lab had a failsafe, a pathogen released into the air, which killed everyone indiscriminately–I only survived barely, but no one else did. I hid down here in the basement labs, refining their research in the meantime on myself, and now they’re back to pick up where they left off, and I can’t let them do that. I realize…I’m doing to you exactly what they did to me, but I’ve already compromised myself. This is more important than me or you. This company has to be stopped, and you’re going to help me do it.”

The heat had spread further now, but was still most intense in the arm which had been injected. Kerry was able to lift his head and he could see that the muscles in his arm were spasming, but he couldn’t feel them do so through the sedative in his system. Already his arm was thicker and stronger than his other one, the burning crossing into his chest, running up the side of his neck to his face, as well as down his torso towards his belly, groin and legs.

“I’d feel more sorry for you, to be honest, but you’re working for them too. You know what you clean up, I know you’ve seen things that don’t seem right, but you’re just doing your job, right?” Doctor Sondew snorted, “Fucking banal. No–better you help me than help them. Not like it will matter much to you anyway, soon enough. I don’t need you feeling mercy, or doubt, so we’re going to be getting rid of most of those higher order mental functions. By the end of this serum, you won’t have ego left–just blind obedience to me. You’ll do whatever I command, and we’re going to get revenge on those fucks together–they’re never going to even see it coming.”

The serum had reached his face, and was beginning to penetrate his skull. Kerry renewed his struggle as best he could, as weakly as he could, but the robot’s arms held him too tight, he was too weak. His first arm was changing more now, especially around his hand, looking less and less like a paw and more like a hand, though the skin was leathery and tough–more like a gorilla’s. At the same time, his chest was filling out, his fur growing longer and shaggy, even as he packed on pounds and pounds of muscle and fat, nearly screaming as the bones of his spine thickened and grew, stretching his body to a taller height. His body had been missing a tail, but what burst out above his ass was by no means canine–it was thick, covered with scale and spikes, corded with muscle. It wormed it’s way out from beneath him as his awareness started to fade, moment by moment.

“You’re going to be my vengeance. You are going to put those monsters in their rightful place, and make sure that they never hurt anyone ever again.”

His snout was pushing out further, teeth longer and sharper, but retained its basic shape–now the face of a true wolf, shaggy grey fur covering his jaw, cheeks and head, eyes twitching until they turned yellow, with black pupils, the humanity fading from them as the serum began shutting down portions of Kerry’s mind. He could hear the doctor continue speaking, but suddenly he couldn’t understand anything that he was saying. He tried to hold onto himself, but it wasn’t long before the beast was all that remained. Kerry was gone–and he would never be coming back.

The Facility (Part 3)

When he next woke, it was with some relief–the pain and discomfort he’d felt the last time he’d woken before was gone for the most part. No, not woken–what he’d dreamt, of course. Certainly it had been a dream–nothing like what he’d seen could have been possible…so it had to be some odd coincidence that he was now awake in the same room where he’d fallen from his bed and had his second encounter with that odd robotic monster. Maybe…maybe it was a hallucination? Something drug induced? The company which was employing him had its fingers in any number of industries, including pharmaceuticals and genetics. Some strange vision fueled by a drug addled mind–it was the easiest explanation.

What it did not explain, was the fact that his hands, which he saw when he sat up on the edge of the bed, weren’t not, in fact, human.

“Don’t panic. Don’t…fucking panic,” he thought to himself, “Just…just a hallucination still, that’s all.”

“The patient is advised,” the robotic voice said behind him, by the door, “That he may have free use of the room and facilities within, but may not leave without being restrained and sedated. Doctor Sondew has been alerted that the patient is awake, and will be meeting with the patient soon.” He looked over his shoulder at the strange robot standing there, and then looked away.

All Kerry wanted, however, was a mirror. The room, now that he was clearer eyed, resembled a standard hospital room, and off to the side was a door which was ajar, and within, a small bathroom. He got off the bed, nearly falling over because of the strange form of his feet–he had a hard time wrapping his head around them, but the looked like…paws. What it felt like, was that he was being forced to walk on the balls of his feet, his ankles and heels lifted off the ground by force of tendon and flesh. Carefully, using bits of equipment to help him balance on the slick tile, he made his way into the small side room, and found the mirror there, and a strange, howling and moaning cry erupted from his throat, at the sight of his new face.

It wasn’t human. He wasn’t human. He didn’t know what he was, exactly, though the word “werewolf” came to mind, or perhaps more accurate, “Weredog.” He had a snout, tipped with a black nose, floppy, hairy ears on either side of his head, and without really noticing, he had been panting, a long tongue hanging out slightly. The rest of his body–he’d lost weight, which he supposed was one fact for the pro column in all of this. He’d had quite the gut before, but now he was quite lean, the black and brown hair running all over his chest, abs and back. His torso seemed largely human still, as did his arms–though his hands. He still had thumbs…sort of. He’d be able to, say, open a door–but anything more complicated, like holding a pen, would be out of the question. He was naked, and so he saw his genitals had changed as well–his cock no longer hanging out, but pulled back into a furry sheath, with two similarly sized, but furry, balls hanging below. His legs were muscular, and the joints seemed all out of place from what he was used to, but walking and standing was easy enough, now that he’d gotten used to the sensation.

“The doctor will be arriving in two minutes. The patient is advised that any violence or attempt to escape will be met with restraint and sedation.”

Kerry hadn’t seen the doctor during his brief period of waking before, but he had heard him speak, and something had seemed odd–or had seemed odd to him, but he’d been in the thick of this…transformation, so who knew what he’d heard exactly. Still–regardless of what the robot had said, he needed to get out of this insane place. Maybe, if he could find his workmates Quinn and Holden, he’d be able to convince them that inside this strange body, he was Kerry. That, or they’d probably kill him, which would almost be a relief, in some ways. He had no idea if he’d be able to change back after all…and hadn’t the doctor mentioned another serum? If it came to that…no, he’d worry about that if it came to that.

The door opened, and then closed again. “Greetings, Doctor Sondew. Subject Eta One is in the restroom.”

“Looking at yourself then?” the doctor said. It was strange–garbled somehow. “Come on out, when you’re ready, and we can chat. Or I can talk at least–I don’t think you have much ability to speak.”

Kerry emerged from the small room, keeping distance between him and both the doctor and the robot, trying not to gawk at the man’s face, and body. Indeed, Doctor Sondew’s speech was garbled by two large tusks jutting from the man’s lower jaw. Perhaps man was the wrong word, in fact, but he was as much a man as Kerry was, at this moment. Still, the doctor’s body seemed like a mismatch of various animals–the tusks were paired with a short pig’s snout, but the rest of his head looked more like a black bear, with the two rounded ears on top, as did the top of his torso. His arms were thick and corded, with short fur on a thick hide, his fingers more like hooves, and about as useless as Kerry’s new hands. The bottom half of his body was similar, but with different colored hair, the thighs thicker, and distinctly equine hooves where his feet should be. He wasn’t naked, however, wearing a set of loose fitting scrubs over his body.

“Hello there–I would ask you your name, but I don’t think–”

“Kerroo,” he tried to say, but while it was close, it frustrated him that he couldn’t even get his name across.

“Here,” the doctor said, placing a piece of plastic with the alphabet printed on it, along with the numbers zero through nine. “Use this. I’ll try to keep my questions to yes and no.”

Kerry pointed to the letters of his name, and the doctor nodded along.

“Kerry? That’s your name?”

He nodded.

“Good! You understand.”

The Facility (Part 2)

He wasn’t certain how much time had passed, when he came awake again. He ached, from head to toe, and he was lying somewhere, and that somewhere wasn’t particularly comfortable. He let out a groan and opened his eyes, looking around at the sterile room he was lying in, trying to piece together what he could remember. The generators. The robot. Something about test subjects. What in the world had the company been doing in this place? He was lying on a bed with just a sheet and a hard mattress, and he felt sick. He assumed that was just the sedative wearing off of him, but the more conscious he became, the worse he felt. It was a difficult sensation to describe–at some moments it felt like pins and needles all over his skin–and also inside his skin, somehow, like they were trying to poke their way out of him. Other places was a deep ache, centered in his bones, a pain he’d never experienced anything like before, and which mostly made him nauseous. He couldn’t see very clearly–the entire room seemed…muted, somehow. Like someone had sucked the color out of the room, leaving it a dingy grey, with bits of green and blue. He could make out the robot against the wall, but it appeared to be off, at least. Carefully, keeping his eyes on the thing which had dragged him down here, he pulled the sheet off his body, tried to swing his body up and off the bed as quietly as he could, but his body wasn’t working like he was used to, and he crashed to the floor instead.

That sent a long howl from his mouth–he’d tried to scream, but the sound he’d made hadn’t sounded like something that should–or even could–come from a human throat. His vision was blurry, but looking down at his hands, where he landed, something was wrong with them, or rather, one of them. They didn’t match. One, when he focused on it, looked…normal, he thought. But the other one didn’t…it didn’t even look human. He raised it closer to his face, trying to puzzle out what he was looking at. His eyes didn’t seem to have the detail they’d been capable of before, but he could see the hair, the back of his hand running up the arm, and when he flipped it over, his palm and even the underside of his fingers were covered with rough pads. With his other hand he felt them, and the dark claws at the tips of his fingers which had replaced his nails, but before he could do anything else, he felt something metallic wrap its way around his leg, rolling up his entire leg and yanking him backwards.

“Test Subject E1 has been displaced. E1 will be returned to bed and sedated.”

Kerry rolled over onto his back and saw that the robot had awakened. He tried to speak, tried to tell it to stop, but nothing close to human speech would come from his mouth. His head…ached. It didn’t feel right at all, and in a reflective cabinet along the wall, he could see why, as he fought with the robot. It was…the face of a dog, looking back at him. The face and head of a dog attached to his body somehow, or what was rapidly becoming not his body. One of his legs, the one the robot had wrapped up, had changed similarly to his arm, while his other leg was still human…but he could see the hair was thicker across the surface, his human foot…contorting somehow, that deep ache in his bones. He clawed and bit at the robot’s tendrils, but he was immobilized in a matter of moments, hefted up into the air, and put back on the bed. “Administering sedative,” the robot said, and again he felt the sharp pain of an injection, the same drowsiness flooding his system until he could barely move, the tendrils relaxing away from him, the robot retreating back to its corner as Kerry fought to remain awake. He heard a door open and then close nearby, but he couldn’t quite open his eyes to see who, or what, it was.

“How is the patient, X-9?” a male voice said, but there was something…strange in the words, like the mouth speaking wasn’t quite a human one, “I received an alert?”

“Good evening, Dr. Sondew,” the robot speaking, “There was a minor incident. The patient was displaced from his resting position. Cause was due to the subject regaining consciousness. The patient was returned to resting position and sedated again 98 seconds ago.”

“I see,” the voice said, and the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer. “Do try and relax, if you can still hear me. Trust me when I say that this is all for the greater good.” the footsteps receded, “How long until Serum A’s effects are complete?”

“Approximately seven hours and fifteen minutes.”

“Keep the subject sedated until then, but make a note that I will be present before and while serum B is administered. The poor thing should at least have the courtesy of someone explaining this to him, I think.”

“Noted.”

The voice spoke to the robot for a few more minutes, but Kerry had already stopped being able to understand their words, and had fallen back into a restless, aching sleep.

The Facility (Part 1)

“It has to be around here somewhere,” Kerry muttered to himself, lodging the flashlight in his mouth so he could get a better look at the blueprints he was using as a reference–but which must be wrong. The first couple of floors had been close enough to the paper, but down here in the basement–everything was all off. Had the company sent him a print of a different building’s basement or something? He took the flashlight back in his hand and shone it around the pitch black space surrounding him. They hadn’t told him, or the rest of his team, what was up with this facility–all they’d said was that they needed the power back online as soon as possible. The place seemed fairly new…but also neglected somehow, and in a few rooms, he’d nearly gagged at the strong scent of bleach hanging in the air. Someone had already come through the building, cleaning something–but what? Still, he might be the team leader, but he was still just some flunkie contractor as far as the company was concerned. Still–the blueprint might be wrong, but why wouldn’t the generators be down here somewhere? They certainly hadn’t been anywhere else he’d looked already.

He was alone inside–Quinn and Holden were outside, checking the ground lines together, while Kerry found the generators and saw if the problem was with them. He checked a few more rooms, occasionally checking back with the mostly wrong blueprint, but finally he found the generators. He poked around for a few minutes, and the problem was definitely internal–half of the control panel had been mashed to bits, with what looked like a club of some kind. That wasn’t too much of an issue, though. He found the system outputs and inputs, hooked them up to the laptop he’d brought along in his backpack, and he was able to run a basic system check if nothing else. He breathed a sigh of relief when he got the result back–there was nothing wrong them them physically, it seemed. Someone had just run an emergency shutdown, and then smashed the panel after the fact–but why?

The company had been tight lipped about the project, tighter than normal. They hadn’t even been told where they were going–just flown into some town, where the company had a small camp established, and then brought them here by truck to get their work done. He was a bit surprised he wasn’t under armed guard or anything, from the way they’d been acting, which was a bit of a relief–they wouldn’t let him in if there was anything to worry about, certainly. He got the system to reboot, and waited a few minutes, listening to the machinery around him start to come back to life, slowly. He expected a mechanical error or two, and sure enough, they were there–he went and fixed the relatively minor issues, and soon enough the place was humming back to life, lights on, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Last time he’d gone on one of these contracts, he’d had to spend months in the field, laying wire to fucking nowhere. It would take a few days to get a new control panel hooked in, but if there was nothing more than that, he’d be home in another couple of days.

He spent a few minutes with the system, making sure everything was running smoothly, helping it get back to it’s proper capacity. He’d have to leave the laptop down here for the meantime, but he plugged it into a nearby socket–and he heard the noises for the first time. A hiss of hydraulics, the odd clank of metal on metal–but it was distant and muffled by the sound of the turbines beside him–he just assumed it was the system, and hoped it wasn’t a major issue he’d have to fix. Still, he should radio in and let them know things were working. “Ground crew, this is Generator,” he said into his walkie talkie, “Got the place lit up again–obviously not a cable. Come on–” but that was as far as he got, before the radio squealed back at him, unleashed a burst of static and went silent as it landed on the floor, and he backed away from it.

The noise again, except this time, he heard it clearer, both because he was away from the generator, and because it was coming closer. He looked back towards the door, and through it came some odd, squat robot. It had a wide flat head with a few sensors, and it stood on three jointed legs which met at a small body below the head. It swiveled towards him, and a dull voice said, “Unknown personnel. Scanning. Unauthorized entry. Secure and sedate.”

The thing started towards him, and Kerry ran towards it, planning to shove it over and run past, but three tendrils shot out as he got close, wrapping their way around his body and neck, one puncturing right into his vein and administering a shot which made him feel almost instantly woozy. He fought for a moment, but the thing was holding him much too tight, and he started to droop, holding onto consciousness as best he could. The thing wrapped him up further and then lifted him off the ground, carrying him horizontally off the ground, and backtracked out of the doorway and headed down the hall–until it stopped and froze in place for a few, long, seconds.

Kerry didn’t know what to make of it’s sudden hesitation, but it hadn’t loosened it’s grip on him in anyway. His vision was beginning to tunnel too, and it was too much effort to even hold up his head. “Unauthorized personnel has been reclassified as test subject Eta One. Will proceed to testing level, and continue with testing.”

It turned around and went back the other direction, heading for a working elevator against one wall, and stepping inside. Kerry couldn’t…see anymore. His eyes wouldn’t open. He expected to go up–but instead, his gut shifted uncomfortably and they dropped. The blueprint hadn’t mentioned a sub basement. Make that, sub basements, as they descended even further, and Kerry passed out as he sank into the earth.

Pigtail (2 of 2)

The physical changes were relatively minor, in the end–the most obvious was the weight gain and your new tail, as well as a few other details–a slight upturn in your nose, a propensity for snorting with little provocation…and a raging horniness which wouldn’t abate for anything, no matter how many times you masturbated. You went back on the website, desperate to find out what had happened to you, but found nothing much, beyond the fact that, apparently, this is what asslickers were designed to do. He discovered that the more pigtails he used…the more piggish he’d become, and the rush of excitement which hit at that thought…was upsetting, to say the least.

But beyond the physical changes, it was the mental shift which caught you off guard the most. Over the next week, you found yourself changing your entire wardrobe, preferring tight rubber and spandex which would show off your chubby thighs and big gut, your tail always sticking out the back. You found yourself unable to say no to any man who wanted to fuck you…and most any man who saw your tail ended up with his cock in one, or more, of your holes.

You also had a harder time controlling your impulses, which you’d always managed to keep under firm handle. You got your cock and septum pierced after a few days–you’d always wanted to, and you no longer had the willpower to resist that simple desire to debase yourself. You grew a beard, finally…and took up cigar smoking after a rather…intense night with a cigar bear you met through one of Arctos’s hookup sites. But every night, you’d look at that three pack of Pigtails on the Arctos website, thinking about it, fantasizing about it…but always fighting back the desire, too afraid to lose even more of yourself, but that resistance is fading now, isn’t it?

Everyone loves your cam shows. Everyone wants to see you humiliate yourself. Everyone wants to see you be a pig. More than one man has simply offered to buy the three pack for you, and finally…you give in. You’re going to do a three video series next week, one Pigtail a day. You don’t know what you’ll be when you finish…but you know you’re going to finally be the pig of your dreams, and you’re going to love every second of it.

Pigtail (1 of 2) – A short variation to “Asslickers” from a month or two ago.

You’re not opposed to a bit of kink. Besides, it’s a just a dildo–no one was going to see it besides you, unless you wanted them to. You’d seen the Arctos label going around, and you’d heard some crazy stories about their stuff before, but it was all just marketing hype, you were sure. Still, something about that just…called to you. It was part of a new line of dildos and buttplugs they were rolling out called Asslickers–and the one you purchased was a six inch, moderately thick pink shaft, with a curly cue tail sticking out the end. You don’t have a pig’s physique, really, but something about being called a pig had always turned you on, for reasons you’d never been able to explain well. Now, in private, you could look a bit more like you you thought, with a laugh.

It arrived a week later, and you’d almost forgotten you’d bought it. You had a free evening when it showed up on your doorstep, so you decided to give it a test drive. You took it out of it’s wrapped, and noticed that the surface didn’t feel like rubber–instead, it was hard and stiff with almost no give. Even the curly tail didn’t wiggle at all, which seemed to defy its purpose. Still, it seems like a waste to spend that money and not at least try it. So you get undressed, hop on your bed, lube it up and work it inside you. There’s a mirror to one side of you, and you can see that pig tail sticking out of your ass, and fuck, you feel sexy seeing that. Then you notice an odd taste in your mouth–or tastes, rather–and your body starts feeling…strange.

Your skin is hot all of a sudden, your gut gurgling. You think about pulling the dildo out, but a sudden horniness catches you off guard, and you helplessly reach back and start fucking yourself harder with the dildo. It’s odd–it almost feels…smaller in your ass, all of a sudden. You look back over in the mirror, and grunt in surprise–you’re…fatter. Not massively so, but you have a soft gut, your ass is thicker, your arms thick. You start grunting more, almost oinking and squealing at times, bucking your ass back…and you can feel you hold doing something…strange. It’s almost like it’s pulling the dildo in all by itself, swallowing it down…and sure enough, in a minute, you see that curly corkscrew slide inside your guts–and the dildo is gone. You never see it again, but you shoot one of the largest loads of your life as something presses it’s way back out of your body. You think it’s the dildo for a moment, but reaching back, nothing came out of your ass–no, a curly pink tail pushed it’s way out above your crack, and is wiggling with glee instead.

Source: thatonebigchub

The Muse of Fantasy (Part 4)

Nick felt it, the heat of it, burning and searing in his guts, and he screamed. The bull was still cumming, emptying his balls deep inside, and while some cum was dribbling back out, much of it remained within, bloating Nick’s slim belly–but even as the bull’s flow slowed, the bloat kept growing. “Oh god, oh god it hurts so much…” Nick said, panting with exertion, his skin sweaty and clammy as the heat expanded through him. It swallowed his groin, his balls and cock on fire, down his thighs and ass which began to expand, the bones swelling and cracking into new positions, and up his chest, filling out with muscle and more and more fat. “Oh god, what…what am I becoming?” he moaned to himself.

Oliver wasn’t quite sure–he hadn’t been that specific in his fantasy, and he was as eager to find out as any of them in the room. He checked under Nick, and saw his cock, now covered by a sheath, lose it’s human shape even as it grew, balls purging the remaining humanity from them even as they swelled with monstrous seed of their own. It looked like, as it grew, the shaft was twisting, almost as a corkscrew. “It would seem you’re going to be a very handsome piggy.”

“No–No no no!” Nick said, “No, I’m not going to be some fat fucking pig-*Groink*!” he squealed, as a shirt tail erupted above his ass, slightly curled and whipping too and fro. “No, please, you have to help me.”

“There’s no helping you Nick. In a few minutes, you aren’t even going to exist anymore–you’ll just be another dumb, mindless animal, like your boyfriend back there.” Oliver could see the changes becoming clearer, Nick’s skin becoming rough as large patched darkened to a deep brown, leaving him with a clear piebald pattern on his skin. His haunches had filled out as his legs shortened–still thick, but certainly no longer capable of holding up his mass on two legs. His hands changed less–the finger’s shortening, his palms coated it hand black bone to keep from ripping up as he crawled about on them. All that remained of Nick was his head, but even that was losing the battle–his hair falling out in clumps, ears growing larger and floppy as they shifted to the top of his head, breathing more and more labored as his mouth and nose twisted and pushed out into a stubby snout. Nick tried to speak, tried to plead, but he could no longer make recognizable words, just grunts and squeals.

“Hush now, piggy, I know what you need,” Oliver said, pressing the tip of his cock to Nick’s snout, watching the drool form immediately, the pig’s tongue licking the head, hungry for it, even as Nick fought against the beast destroying his mind. His resistance didn’t last long, and the beast crawled forward, the still fucking bull inching ahead with him, to swallow Oliver’s cock, hungry for cum, and cum at all. “Look at me–fucking look at me!” Oliver shouted, and the pig looked up as it slobbered all over his cock–he wanted to look into it’s eyes, watch the awareness dull as the last shreds of humanity left them, and when all traces of Nick were gone–he pushed deep into the pig’s mouth and fed it a load of cum, listening to it gulp everything down. Only then did he step away, and realize from the moans in the room that Amoredie had been enjoying the display as well, and they stood up, crossing the room to Oliver, pressing into him, kissing him, and the desire he felt at that moment–it was indescribable.

“You are the mortal I have spent millennia searching for,” they moaned into his ear, and Oliver wanted them. To fuck them, to be fucked by them, to imagine with them, and when they slipped away, out of his grasp like water, he was only left with an indescribable need, but they had moved over to Oliver’s creations, the two beast still fucking, as the bull had found a second wind, the pig mindlessly thrusting back, eager for more. They touched them, explored them, examined them, and suddenly, they began to dissipate, and in a few seconds they were gone.

“Where did they go?” Oliver asked.

“Oh, I’ve sent them to a pocket of forest. Far enough from civilization that they won’t be slaughtered, but close enough to encourage..legends, and the growth of the herd. Don’t worry–if you would ever like to visit, we can arrange that, but don’t consider joining them–after all, I can’t lose my greatest artist in generations to his own work quite yet.”

They approached him again, sliding back into Oliver’s embrace, and he felt a fantasy of his own filling him. He lost a couple of decades, his body filling in with muscle, his cock growing larger. “Consider it a reward,” they said. “Now, your muse has needs, my artist. You have other clients, don’t you?”

Oliver did indeed–and quite a few wouldn’t object to an unexpected appearance by their favorite makeup artist and fantasy enabler. But he was done with their silly, idle desires. No–Oliver had a new mission for himself, and his muse. From now on, he would be enabling his own fantasies–and he had so many stored away, he was neither sure where to begin, or whether he could ever plumb the depths entirely.

“Calm yourself, my eager artist,” Amoredie said, “Bed with me first, my love, and then we shall see about improving this dull world of yours with your best dreams and nightmares.”

The Muse of Fantasy (Part 3)

“I still don’t think I quite understand what’s going on.”

“It’s really rather simple, Oliver. I want your help,” they said, and with a snap of their fingers, Kyle’s dull fantasy began to fall away from the room around them, and Nick was back on the bed, moaning for the “bull” to fuck him harder, while Kyle, in makeup, paid him little attention. “I want you to show me what’s in your mind, and in return, I want to help you make your dreams real. Make them true lovers, make them strange beasts, whatever you want them to be. Make them do whatever you want them to do. This is your fantasy now–show me what you can do with these basic bores,” They tittered a moment, and then one slender finger touched Oliver’s forehead–and it was like the world opened up around him, and he looked over at the two young men, smiled, and got up from his chair.

He could…see all of these possibilities, layered on top of them. Forms, acts, perversions–there was so much–but he walked over to Kyle, touched him, and felt him enter into the young man’s fantasy again. He waved away the celebrity skien from Nick, revealing him, and Kyle looked down, confused. “Don’t worry about him,” Oliver said, feeling him, “Think about what you want to be, about what a brute you could be. About how rough you could be.”

Kyle looked at Oliver, as though he was trying to understand why he was imagining Oliver standing beside him, but Oliver put a finger to his lips before he could say a word.

“Don’t talk. We all know beasts don’t talk–and you really, really want to be a beast, don’t you?”

Kyle moaned, his eyes flickering slightly. The makeup appeared on his fantasy form, and he started fucking Nick a bit more rough, making his boyfriend grunt with pleasure. “Yeah, good. That’s good, but it’s not enough, is it?”

Kyle shook his head.

“It’s not good enough, because it’s not real. You want it to be real, more than anything.”

Kyle shuddered, trying to fight the strange desires welling up inside him, but the edges of the latex were already starting to disappear, the short snout Oliver had designed growing longer and wider, like a true bull, the ring at the end punching a true hole through Kyle’s nose, making him snort, and buck harder. Parts of his face untouched by the makeup were beginning to change as well–his hair diminishing and becoming short fur which spread down over his forehead, cheeks and down onto his neck, which had become thick and corded with muscle as his skull grew heavier, his eyes dimmer.

“Still not enough though, is it? No–we need equipment to match, of course.”

Kyle’s cock began to tingle, pulsing slightly as it grew longer and wider, thrusting deeper into Nick’s hole, more and more pleasure overwhelming his increasingly simple, animal mind. The heavy silicone around his balls became flesh and expanded, pulsing with seed, coated with the same fur as Kyle’s new face. His feet began to blacken and harden, until Kyle stood on two wide hooves, human bones cracking and bending, forcing him into an awkward, hunched posture, leaning his full weight on Nick’s back, and his hands became the same, his arms shortening but thickening with muscle. His torso and belly had grown thicker, but still appeared superficially human–same with his now much wider haunches–aside from the long bull tail whipping around behind him. A monster. A brute. A chimera. A beauty.

“Stunning work. Absolutely freakish!” Amoredie said, clapping their hands, “I adore your mind, Oliver, but please, continue!”

As Kyle rutted, Nick had begun to sense that something strange was happening. His moans had become mild protests, asking Kyle to be less rough, but when that had gone unanswered, he opened his eyes and looked back, only to find himself staring at the face of a true bull, snorting and grunting and heaving his huge cock into his ass. He screamed in terror, and tried to crawl away, but the bull was too heavy, and too intent on fucking, to allow him to leave. Nick looked up to Oliver, “Please! Make…make it stop! What happened?”

Oliver squatted down beside the struggling, crying Nick, and stroked his shoulder. “Now Nick, I thought this is what you wanted? To be fucked by a beast?”

This? Is this what he’d wanted? Something…was taking hold of him, making him protest less, push back more, enjoy the sheer…size of the monster’s huge cock, stretching his hole wide. “I…But…Kyle?”

“You shouldn’t be worried about Kyle, Nick. You should be much more worried about what’s going to happen when that beast cums deep in your ass. Do you know the myths, about what happens when you let a beast like that fuck you? You become a beast too. A mindless, monstrous, inhuman fuckbeast, desperate to find other holes for your twisted seed, but also desperate for anything to use your holes, hungry for cum.”

“No–No, this isn’t…I didn’t…”

“If that’s not what you wanted, then why did you let it fuck you? It’s no matter, right buddy?” Oliver said, patting the side of Kyle’s thick trunk, “you’re about ready to fill this boy’s hole up, aren’t you? Any minute now…”

Nick started to struggle harder now, desperate to work himself out from under the monstrosity’s bulk, but even he could sense it was too late. Could sense that, deep down, he…wanted this, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Something in what Oliver had said had changed him. Flipped a switch deep inside his guts, and now the thought of no longer being this frail, weak thing turned him on. Made him…excited. He’d stopped struggling, wondering what he might become, when the Oliver’s minotaur gave a long mooing cry, slammed in deep, and filled Nick’s hole with his infectious seed.

The Muse of Fantasy (Part 2)

Inside, the room was quite dark, aside from two electric torches flickering on opposite walls. The bed was in the middle of the room, covered in grey upholstery cloth–to make it appear like stone Oliver supposed–but the illusion was weak at best. There was a chair by the door; he sat down and pulled out his cock, while Noah rolled over on the bed, dressed in his bedsheet toga, and got his first look at his minotaur boyfriend. “Oh no!” he cried, “The minotaur has found me–I have to escape!”

He made a feeble attempt to flee off the bed, but Kyle stalked over with a few rather nice grunts, grabbed him by the hips and hauled him back over the bed, running his cock up his boyfriend’s crack, and said in a deep voice, “I’ll eat you later Theseus, but first, you’re going to get bred like my cows! If you’re good, maybe I’ll keep you as a slave.”

The rutting started, and the two of them dropped their acts rather quickly, each lost in their own imaginary version of the scenario. Oliver toyed with himself, enjoying the effect of his makeup work. It wasn’t fabulous, of course, but in the darkened room, Kyle’s face did look rather bestial, and even sexy. Too bad he wasn’t a bit more built, and bit hairier–still, it was enough for Oliver to set his mind running, getting lost in his own fantasy, watching both young men shift and change at his direction into something new, something inhuman.

“I must say, I have always liked your art, but it’s your fantasies which I find most enjoyable.”

Where had that voice come from? He was still envisioning his strange sexual thoughts, but now, some stranger had appeared, unbidden. Young, wearing just a thin robe, voluminous enough to make Oliver rather unsure whether the figure was male or female. Still, this was no thought of his–he pushed the fantasy away and opened his eyes. Kyle and Noah were still themselves, still fucking, but the stranger was standing with them all in the room, like they had simply stepped out of Oliver’s thoughts and into the real world. They looked over at the two men, neither of whom had noticed the stranger’s appearance, their nose wrinkling in slight…disgust? Boredom? It was difficult to gauge what the expression was, but they weren’t particularly pleased.

“Don’t know why you waste your efforts on these two; they’re so shallow…so basic, as people seem to be saying these days. So strange, how quickly the world has been changing lately–I’m so sorry I haven’t introduced myself sooner. I’m Amoredie–a spirit of fantasies.”

Oliver wasn’t quite sure what to say, or what to do. “I…you mean…Have you been watching me?” he said, quietly, hoping neither Kyle nor Noah noticed him speaking to something which had to be a figment of his imagination.

“Why of course I’ve been watching you! You’ve only grown more interesting with age, so I’ve been letting you ripen, but at this point, you’re wasting yourself. So many ideas in that mind of yours, it goes unappreciated! Take these two for instance. This one,” they motioned to Kyle, “So much effort put into dressing him up, and he’s not even involved in the fantasy you’ve helped create! It’s really quite rude. Here, I’ll show you.”

It was rather difficult for Oliver to explain what happened next. At first, a halo of silver grew around Kyle’s head, as he thrust into Noah’s ass, oblivious to what was happening, and the halo grew larger, expanding until it was two or three yards in diameter, containing Kyle and Noah, with Oliver and the stranger on the outside. Oliver could see that everything inside the ring hovering in the air, had simply…changed, somehow. It seemed a bit duller, and somehow, Kyle had been stripped of his entire costume–and Noah was gone entirely. In his place was Aden Baffie–a movie star of moderate popularity–putting on quite a show of bottoming for Kyle.

“This one again–he shows up everywhere! Every era has their fantasies, but still, I have to wonder about people’s judgement,” Amoredie said.

“I don’t understand–what happened to them?” Oliver standing up and walking to the liminal edge of the strange halo.

“Everything inside is Kyle’s fantasy. His mind. What he’s picturing at the moment. He has no real interest in Noah’s strange desires, but he humors him.”

“So…none of this is real? How is this even possible?”

“Someone hasn’t been listening…” they said, wagging a finger at the older man, “As for this not being real–it certainly could be real, if I wanted it to be. But I find scenarios like this so dull! Everyone wants to be with Aden all of a sudden! Why can’t anyone want something original?” In exasperation, they passed into the fantasy and flopped on the bed where Kyle was fucking–but neither man noticed their entrance, “After thousands of years of existence, this becomes a bit weary, and that’s why I like you so much, Oliver! Because you imagine things that still seem new to me, and that’s why I’m here–because together, we’re going to have so much fun!”