"I can send you to our world. We will make your cock and balls grow, and shorten your recovery time from a day to a few minutes. You will have an endless supply of females that will be eager to suck you off and drink all your cum. Of course, you will no longer see your friends, but will make new friends instead. The constant sex will get you into terrific physical shape, and provide all of the exercise you need."
"Would you like to go?"
Bianna had just given me the best blowjob of my life. My mind was foggy from the knee-buckling orgasm, and her pheromones made her seem infinitely sexier that the sexiest star in my favorite porno. "Are the others on your planet as sexy as you?"
"You will find them irresistible."
"Has anyone from Earth ever turned you down?"
"Not yet." She grinned an evil grin, and licked her lips once more.
"Don't your own males satisfy you? Why come looking for us?"
"When we reach puberty, we need alien semen to reach full development. During this time, female sex drive reaches its peak. Our males are insufficient. There are a few species that have proven suitable, but we have found humans to be the best."
"Can I come back to Earth if I wish?"
Bianna paused again. "It can be done, yes. But after our treatment, you will have a very large cock, and become used to having sex constantly. These changes are permanent, I am afraid. If you came back to Earth, you may be unable to find anyone that can meet your needs. You will also age more rapidly if you return."
Hmm... She was offering me a big cock, a long life, and endless sex. I could live with that. I'd miss my friends and family, of course. But I was a military brat, and we had moved every couple of years when I was a kid. I was an only child, and my parents were divorced.
"Sure, I'll come. As long as I can return to Earth when I want."
She smiled, but didn't say another word. One hand grabbed my arm, and with the other, she reached over and pushed a button. Another flash, and the room disappeared. This time, I found myself on a cold metal table, with an IV in my arm.
"Relax. We are preparing you for hibernation. You will be traveling beyond the speed of light, but even so, it will take almost two of your years to reach our planet." The room grew fuzzy, then vanished from view.
Gradually, the fog began to lift. I was cold, very cold. The room was gray, dimly lit. Slowly, I became aware of my surroundings. The tall, dark green creatures were standing over me, rubbing my skin with something odd. It was rough and slippery, soft and tough at the same time. No words were spoken - but I heard an odd combination of clicks, chirps, and clucks. Broken up with an occasional hum.
They noticed I had opened my eyes - and I was greeted with more chirps. Then one of them reached over and pushed a button on the wall. The noises were replaced with the same husky deep voice from the bar. Later, I would recognize it as the voice of the translator program.
"Good to see you are waking up from your slumber. Don't try to move - your muscles will be quite stiff. During the trip, we used an electro stimulator on your muscles to keep them from atrophying. Just relax, we need to get you cleaned up first."
I lay back, and let the fog clear from my head. They rubbed my skin, making it tingle. They massaged my muscles, loosening them up. Then they grabbed my cock. Somehow, it felt very different. As they rubbed my prick, I found I got hard almost immediately. I looked down at what they were doing, and got quite a shock.
My skin was darker - not as dark as theirs, but no longer the pasty pink I remembered. And it was green - like a forest green, if you will. But my eyes bugged out as I saw them playing with my cock. It was huge - almost as long as my forearm, and as big around as my wrist. My balls felt heavy and full. The helmet of my huge prick glistened with their saliva. The aliens looked hungry and eager.
The shortest one turned to her elders and asked, "Is it my turn?" The tallest one nodded. Then the shortest one turned her attention to my bulging organ, and slid her mouth over my helmet. A push from the tall one, and she went down on me all the way, pulling my obscene prick into her throat. Like my dim memory of Bianna, she began to lick my balls as the contracting muscles in her throat massaged my shaft.
My body was racked by a massive muscle contraction, and my dick spasmed as I pumped my cum down her throat. She began to squirm, but would not let go as jet after jet of my jism disappeared inside. Finally, she released her grip, and my prick started to relax.
The others picked her up and lay her on another table. The tallest one turned to another. "You did very well; thank you for bringing him. A good choice."
I stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror. My face had similar features, but the dark green complexion hid any similarities. My hair was all gone, but my muscles were extraordinarily developed. I guess that the electro stimulation during hibernation did more than prevent muscle atrophy - it gave me an athlete's body, and melted away all the fat.
And my cock was huge. It hung down nearly to my knee; my balls were the size of oranges. They no longer felt so heavy or full. But there was a tingling sensation, and I knew that my body was starting to fill them up again.
I turned back to them in a panic. "What have you done to me?"
Bianna replied. "As I mentioned before, you needed to hibernate for about two of your years for the trip here. During that time, we gave you treatments to make your cock grow and help you recover more quickly from sex. We took the liberty of treating your skin color to make you more attractive. The treatments made your hair fall out, while the muscle stimulation, hormones, and protein diet developed your body. Do you approve?"
The dark green skin would take some getting used to. But the big muscles and horse cock were more than I could have imagined.
"I'm not sure I like the green skin. But I will wait and see."
"I am glad you approve of your body. Believe me - your new skin color is very attractive among my people. You will get used to it. Now we shall let you rest."
Over the next week, they slowly let me move around more, and increased the frequency of my blowjobs. At first, they would suck me off a couple of times a day, and I'd be a bit sore afterwards. But toward the end of the week, I was performing about once an hour, and thinking about little more than sex the rest of the time.
When they first came to see me, the girls had small tits, but a deep, hungry need in their eyes as they came through the door. After a few sessions, I'd notice their boobs expanding and their technique improving.
By the end of the first month, I was up to 3 females an hour. Then Bianna came to see me.
She walked in the door, said hello, and gave me a kiss. But before asking how I was doing, she slipped her throat over my cock and milked me dry.
Licking her lips with her long tongue, she gave me her evil smile once more. "We are glad to see how well you are fitting in," she said. "They are proud of you, servicing three females an hour. But if you had more than one cock, you could handle more females. Would you like that?"
More than one cock? Yet the idea of being blown by two hungry teenagers at once was somehow compelling.
"Sure - I'd be glad to help."
"How many cocks would you like?"
"I can have more than two?"
"Of course - the DNA treatment can give you up to 8 new ones. They sprout in pairs, side by side, along your abdomen. It takes about a year for them to fully develop."
Good grief. Nine cocks nearly a foot long. It blew my mind. But the hormone levels in my system were very high, and I could only think about sex anyway.
"Give me the full treatment".
"I was hoping you might say that. We will begin right away."
And so it started. After a few days, I noticed my nipples getting a bit larger and darker, and three more pairs of dark spots appeared in a line below them on my chest, equally spaced. A few weeks later, I saw that the dark spots had become small bumps. Week by week, the bumps would grow. Small bumps appeared next to the larger ones, and the skin on my chest became looser and
more wrinkled. After a few months, it was unmistakable - I had two rows of 4 small cocks growing on my abdomen, and a large nut sack on each side holding 8 balls each.
When my new cocks were 5 inches long, they started massaging an oil into them each morning. I soon found I could control them no better than I could control my first cock. They would spasm and give me an orgasm, just like my first one. But they didn't produce any cum at first.
They asked me get down on my hands and knees, and attached me to some sort of multiport suction machine. Each port was equipped with a liner that was soft, ribbed, and wet. They slipped each tube over a cock, and pushed a button to make it clamp on and form a seal.
When they turned it on, the machine pulled and sucked on one cock until I came. As soon as the first one was dry, it would loosen its grip a bit, and start working on the next one. Wave after wave of orgasms would wash over me, stretching and growing my cocks. After a few more weeks, they started to produce cum.
At first, it was just a few drops of clear liquid. But they were very patient, and the drugs were very effective. By the time the new cocks were 9" long, the new balls were as big as my old ones, and each new cock could reliably shoot streams of jism as well as any other.
Finally, after nearly a year, I reached the size they desired. They escorted me into a new room, and asked me to lie down on the bed. As I walked, my two rows of cocks flopped back and forth, the cool breeze caressing my nut sacks. The stimulation made my cocks start to stretch and stiffen.
I lay down on the table, and the females started to file in the room. Each went to one of my cocks, then began to swallow a prick and suck. I twitched and moaned as the first orgasms crested, my muscles clenched, and I began to pump cum down another hungry throat. As one female left, another quickly took her place.
In the short spans between orgasms, a dim realization washed over me. I was no longer a man.
I was a cow.
The End.
What Did I Do?
I walk into the bedroom, glad to be home after a long day of work. You're sitting on the bed, looking pissed. I'm surprised to see you there since I didn't think you'd be home yet. I smile and start to walk towards you. "Hi honey, how was your day?"
The angry look on your face stops me in my tracks. I can tell you had a bad day, and I start to think about what I can do to make you feel better. Nice dinner, bottle of wine, massage, a blowjob....from your expression I'm thinking you might need all the above. I open my mouth to suggest we go out for dinner but you cut me off.
"Come here," you growl. I go to you, expecting you need a hug. Instead you grab me by the arm and pull me over your lap. Out of instinct I struggle against you as you lift the back of my short skirt. It was a warm day so I didn't wear any stockings. The only thing covering my ass is the little bit of red mesh that is my panties. I go still as your hand spanks me, surprised into submission.
A couple of more smacks on my ass wakes me out of my stupor as the stinging starts. You've never spanked me out of anger before. Usually the punishment is playful and it's my idea. Today you're taking your anger out on me, and it scares me a little. I try to cover my ass with my hands so we can talk about this. You roughly grab both my wrists with your left hand and hold them out in front of me. Your right hand keeps spanking my ass, pinning me to your lap.
Suddenly you stop. I breathe a sigh of relief, trying to ignore the throbbing. I feel your fingernails scratching my tender flesh. The light touch normally wouldn't bother me, but the spanking left me so sensitive that I gasp. I hear you chuckle. Then you plunge two fingers inside my pussy. We are both surprised by how wet I am as your fingers slide in easily. I moan as you slide them back out. Without warning you unleash a flurry of slaps on my ass. It's almost as if you are angry that I am wet, that even though I am frightened and unsure about what is happening I am still excited. I cry out as you punish me, hardly able to catch my breath.
You take a break, and I turn my head to look up at you. "What do you want from me," I plead, the tears forming in my eyes. You think for a minute, then tell me to stand up. I struggle to compose myself as I pull my skirt back down and stand before you. "Strip," you command. Not sure what else to do, I obey.
My fingers shake as I unbutton my shirt and peel it off my shoulders. I reach around behind me and unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor. I'm left wearing my red mesh bra and matching bikini, along with my black patent leather heels. Stripper shoes, you've joked in the past. I pause, unsure if you want me naked or not. "Loose the underwear, keep the shoes." I search your face to see if you are serious. You are. I unhook the front closure of my bra and my breasts spill out as I drop the bra to the floor. Finally I hook my thumbs under the sides of my panties and slide them down over my hips and past my heels. I straighten up and stand before you completely naked and vulnerable.
You don't say anything, just gesture me to come closer. I do, expecting that I have to undress you now. I get right in front of you and you reach up towards my chest. I think you are going to caress me. Instead you open your hand and slap my left breast. Again I gasp, surprised by you. You slap it again, watching it swing as it reddens. I start to back away. You reach out with your other hand and squeeze my right nipple hard. If I try to pull away it hurts even more, so I have no choice but to stand there and let you spank my tits. I moan as you work them, slapping and pinching me until I can barely stand. Finally you stop.
"I'll tell you what I want from you," you say as you stand up and start unbuttoning your pants. "I want to take you up the ass. Get on all fours." You jerk your head towards the bed. I hesitate for a moment. All the anal play we've done before has been gentle and easy, taking our time to make it as comfortable as possible. I can tell today you are in no mood to be gentle, and that scares me. You pull your belt out of the loops and swing it at me. It snaps against my upper thigh, leaving a welt behind. That's all the motivation I need. I climb onto the bed onto my hands and knees, ass up in the air. I bury my face in the pillow and wait to see how this plays out.
I feel you settle on the bed behind me. I hear you unzip your fly and take your cock out. You aren't even going to bother getting undressed for this. You grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table and I'm grateful that you at least aren't going to try to take me dry. I feel a couple of cold drops on my asshole, which makes it tighten up. You spread a little on yourself. Then I feel the head of your cock nudging against my back door.
I exhale as the tip gains entry inside me. The familiar feelings of pain and pleasure mix as I try to relax so I can take you fully. However, you aren't going as slow as you usually do, and I can feel your entire length filling me up quickly. The pain becomes intense as you try to push further inside me and I tense up. You pull almost all the way out, the pain receding until you push back into me. You are getting frustrated that I'm too tight for you to fuck me as hard as you want, so you start spanking my ass as you thrust into it. I can't hold myself up anymore. I have to support myself with my elbows, my cries muffled by the pillow. My breasts are rubbing against the comforter as you push into me. They are still sensitive from earlier and the way they feel against the material excites me. I'm widening out from all of your thrusting so it's finally getting easier for you to fuck me hard.
You lean down and growl in my ear, "Play with yourself while I take you." I reach down and find my clit. It's very wet from all my juices running out. I try to wipe it off the best I can so that I have enough friction on it to come. I rub myself, causing my muscles to clench around your cock making it tight again. You don't slow down. You just keep pushing into me, occasionally smacking my ass as you pump it. I'm rubbing my clit fast and hard, feeling my orgasm build. So many sensations at once; it's almost too much as I feel myself climbing. By my moans and cries you can tell I'm close so you keep fucking my ass in the same rhythm, pulling my hips onto you. Finally it breaks as my muscles contract and I'm screaming into the pillow, unaware of what I'm saying, only focused on the intensity of the orgasm.
The pulsing of my ass on your cock takes you over the edge as you come, pounding into my quivering ass, shooting your come deep inside me as you cry out in pleasure. Finally your thrusts stop as you finish. You pause for a second and then pull out of me as I gasp one last time and collapse onto the bed. I hear you zip your pants back up and head towards the door. I turn my head to watch you leave. You look less angry now. You stop in the doorway and look back at me. "When you're up to it," you say, "clean yourself up and I'll take you to dinner." I guess that's my reward for being punished.
The End.
More Fun with Dice!
Over the next six months Mistress, true to her word, made sure that I wore the CB-3000 from the moment the dice-determined 'stop' began. It was difficult at first, but eventually I got used to it. I was still let out sometimes, once I was even allowed to cum, but again I think this was just to keep me guessing all the other times. Rest assured I was still teased mercilessly, even when I wasn't allowed out. Mistress would lick my balls and the tip of my cock through the hole at the front of the CB-3000. Sometimes she even sucked my cock while it was inside the device, that was infuriating, to say the least.
Our sessions gradually became lengthier, as Mistress delighted in keeping me on the edge for longer and longer periods. One session lasted almost four hours, and when I finally came it felt like I had just spurted my own weight in spunk! Needless to say, once I recovered I swallowed it all, in fact I couldn't remember the last time I had cum and hadn't eaten it, even between sessions and stops. Mistress liked me to remember that my orgasms always had a price.
After one of these marathon sessions she asked me if I wanted to play another game with the dice. I hesitated for a moment and she raised her eyebrows. That was all it took and I instantly agreed. She smiled and told me that I'd be glad in the long run. She told me that the game would be difficult, but if I was successful I would find a very special reward waiting for me at the end. All I had to do was 'prove myself' and I would be rewarded. She gave me a dice and told me to throw it ten times. I did as instructed and Mistress noted the results down on a piece of paper. 6-4-4-6-2-1-3-1-5-4. As I threw the dice I wondered what they meant this time, I'd scored two sixes, was that good, or bad? I suspected bad...
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