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“Wait – wait! I’m not ready, what’s going on? Hey, what are you doing?”
Solas squawked as he was dragged into the cylindrical chamber and the door slammed behind him. One moment he’d been in his house and the next he was being hauled off in a white van, more men and women in surgical masks and lab coats surrounding him. He’d tried to speak up, but all that had come from his lips was barely a squeak, words strangled in his throat.
“Initiate procedure.”
One of the scientists, for that was all he could assume they were, tapped on a keypad beside the chamber, though it was tilted so he could not see it. He shrieked, at a higher pitch than he would have liked, and slammed his fists into the smooth wall, though it didn’t help. Frankly, Solas wasn’t sure why at all he even expected it to help, chest heaving, as the chamber filled with blue-grey smoke.
“Agh! No…”
He heaved and panted, a hand clapped over his mouth as he ducked his head, though he couldn’t stop himself from inhaling it, even as fear curled around his heart. His heart beat, drumming through him, his stomach churning, but it wasn’t anything Solas had any hope of controlling.
He dropped like a stone. The first indication he had of something further not being right, people in lab coats bustling by outside, was his skin rippling. It pulsed through him and Solas pulled back, mouth agape, but his body rumbled and flowed as if he was being squeezed into a new form. Solas had always thought he was quite light and lithe before, always struggling to put on any significant muscle, but he slimmed down further still, the pushing squeeze in around his waist as if a giant hand was forcing him into shape.
“Unff…”
He huffed, shaking his head, clothes falling slacker and looser around him. It was wrong, so wrong, even as his hips gained a few more inches, a little more weight going into his buttocks. He grabbed his own butt and released it instantly, for the embarrassment of doing so in public, but it was definitely just a little thicker, enough that it affected his centre of balance.
“What are you doing to me? Hello? Please, someone talk to me!”
Yet nothing hurt, not even as his facial features grew a little more feminine with a traditionally “weaker” line to his jaw and higher cheekbones, a soft, slim neck that he may have otherwise liked. But heat pooled at his groin as his cock throbbed and swelled, pumping up unduly as if he was enjoying what was happening to him.
Solas pulled back, pressing himself to the wall, but there was nowhere for him to go even as the flats of his hands squeezed flat to it. His cock ached fiercely, yet he curled his fingers, fighting not to touch it, not to debase himself in front of everyone. Though that did nothing at all to prevent his shaft from pushing up and up, growing with every pump of blood into it, as it swelled beyond the range of its usual limits.
His balls were heavier too, though he didn’t dare pull his jeans down to see what was happening there, despite them filling out the front of the denim. Solas groaned, mouth hanging open, warmth tingling through him.
No…
He had to forget it, had to push away how good it felt – though even that made no sense to him! Even as his nuts bloomed into heavy orbs that threatened to tear through his jeans, the zip sliding down and the button popping free. The tight pressure around his nuts and cock, as the latter squeezed up past the waistband of his jeans, the head seeming to pulse with every beat of a rhythm he was forced to move to.
As much as it shamed him, heat racing across his cheeks and down his neck, he had to scramble out of his jeans, his underwear tearing down the middle seam as he fought with his clothes. No one outside seemed to pay any attention to him, too busy staring at readouts of information, but he growled under his breath, the tip of his cock glistening with smeared pre-cum. It thickened up, light “veins” occasionally showing on the length as it inflated with an otherworldly power, bouncing up beyond the height of his midsection, to his chest and beyond.
It should not have been possible and yet he fought to kick his jeans off, along with his shoes and at least one sock as his skin prickled with devious heat. He’d never felt like that before, like the need to hump and cum was powering through him, coming in a wave that timed every beat of his heart. It soared through his body and he whimpered throatily, head swimming with forced erotic scenarios he simply couldn’t drag himself out of.
“No… What have you done with me? To me?”
He mouthed the words, though he couldn’t tell whether or not he actually said them aloud. His fingers danced shakily over the trembling girth before him and yet he couldn’t focus on it, as if the massive, hyper member and swollen nuts were not truly his. And yet even that light brush of his fingers was enough to have him rocking his hips forward, ecstasy surging delightedly through him as if that alone was exactly what his body needed.
“Mutation complete.”
A robotic voice chimed, though Solas barely registered it as his huge nuts trembled. He was not to know he was in a human evolution experiment, as he was one in ten million males with genetic compatibility – but no one had ever asked him. No one told him, only dragging him off for the supposed good of humanity. His balls vibrated with the constant shift of his body, the engorged testicles gurgling audibly as he moaned aloud.
From there, there was no going back.
The floor of the chamber shook – and then he was sliding off somewhere else, disappearing, slowly, through a chute with a solid floor under his feet. He grunted and scrambled, but his hands merely found his cock, pumping up and down the length as he was transferred down and into another room entirely.
The clear walls of the chamber slid away and he blinked, though Solas barely even could take a single step forward. His chest heaved and he licked his lips, saliva swiftly evaporating from his overly warm body.
“Ah, there you are…”
She rumbled, turning to him, towering over him. She was not the sort of woman anyone could miss, swollen in every part of her body with muscle, so much so that they proved to be her dominant feature. Whereas Solas’ body boasted a hyper cock and balls on his otherwise “femboy” form, she was rendered glorious with hyper muscle, standing at an easy eighteen-feet.
“I… What?”
He tried to speak, but the right words would not leap to his lips as he backed away, the room set up like a living room – though it was oversized with plenty of space for the naked woman he was with. His cock twitched as she approached, her large tits shifting with the movement of her body, but she swiftly caught up to him. Both hands clasped her “victim” as she lifted Solas from the ground, showing her teeth in a flashy, domineering smile.
“Name’s Cathy,” she said, her voice lower than his but still with a feminine thrum rolling through it. “And I’m going to enjoy you! Get that mouth to work on my tits! You can do it, if you’re a very good boy for me.”
Before Solas even knew what was happening, his face was being crushed to her breast, all sense and agency stripped from him. “Cathy,” as she’d introduced herself to him, curled her fingers into his light hair, forcing him to her rich, brown-skinned breast. He’d barely even took in the golden fall of her hair before he was against her, a nipple teasing over his cheek.
“Unff… No… I don’t…know you…”
“Ah, good boys get rewards,” Cathy crooned, patting him on the head and stroking her fingers through his hair. “Come on, get to work. Or else you don’t get a treat.”
He would have said he didn’t want to do it, but it felt too as if Cathy didn’t give him any choice in the matter as his mouth opened and she practically smeared and rubbed his lips against her flesh. And the rampant horniness swelling through him had to be satisfied one way or another too, cock throbbing as overly viscous pre-cum dripped heavily from the head. Cathy casually tore away his shirt as he was intimidated – what other option did the beastly woman give him? – into kissing and licking over her breasts. Her smooth flesh warmed to his touch and her deep, powerful groans filled the air, though Solas would never be sure how much of that came from his own lips too. His, of course, were lighter and more high-pitched than before, cutting through her vibrant resonance.
For he was groaning right along with her, somehow, even as she forced him down between her legs too, his lips trailing adoration over her abs, kissing her muscles. Her pussy greeted him wetly and he saw nothing else of the world and room around him as Cathy closed her thighs and squeezed him tightly. Solas’ tongue plunged deeply into her pussy, lapping up desperately inside her, though there was no delicacy in his oral attention.
All he could do was sink into it, forgetting the why and how of him being there, as if that part of things didn’t matter anymore. She could have forced him with brute force, but Cathy languidly sat back on a sofa sized for her while he squeezed in close and desperately ate her out, the unskilled drag of his tongue pulling over her pussy to a chorus of moans.
“Ah, yes! Good boy for mommy!”
He shivered. That shouldn’t have been something he liked, not something he’d had said to him before, but it sent a shot of heat through his cock like never before. His dick ached and she pushed him away as a platform rose from the smooth floor under him. Someone outside the room must have been controlling it, for the platform put him at just the right height for his cock to ease into her, though Cathy let him do it.
“Are you…” He stammered, fighting with his words. “Are you alright? Is this okay?”
“Yes, fill me up,” she encouraged him, spreading her legs wide without force. “But you better do it good and hard, or else I won’t moan for you!”
Maybe that was his lust driving him on, but his cock was buried inside her before Solas even thought about what he was doing, grunting in the back of his throat as delicious heat poured over his length. It was right even if it was wrong, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to pull back and push forward at the same time – and just ended up thrusting, driving into her with crude, wet slaps of his balls bouncing off her body. Her own arousal slicked from her pussy and he clung to her, face red and hands on her hips, but he had to stretch his arms out wide to do so.
It was better to sink into her, to let Cathy dominate him, to coax him on. Some may have called it bullying, with how she’d crushed him to her breasts initially, but she didn’t seem like the kind of person, despite her bulging muscles, to push with physical force. She could work her way around that and he thrust wildly, driving his cock powerfully into her despite his lithe form.
Cathy’s cunt gripped his cock as she cried out her pleasure, though Solas was already lost in the moment. The tight pressure gripping his cock, rippling down the length, was too much for him in the moment and he erupted in ecstasy, pouring virile pump after pump of cum into her sex.
Yet that was not the last orgasm he would have with Cathy, the hyper-muscular goddess, for she would not be done with him so swiftly. However, his own lust and rumbling, churning nuts would fuel him, driving him on and on to spend every drop of seed he had, all while his balls too-quickly replenished themselves.
Being kidnapped to a be breeder, truly, had both its upside and its downsides… But Solas still had no choice in the matter.