In Control 11a (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
November 2 2015, 15:16:47 UTC
The asari left soon after that, and Miranda was left alone with Xen. The machine had resumed a gentle, rhythmic suction, and she could not entirely suppress the occasional hitch in her breath as it worked her swollen nipples. The cock lay along the crease of her thigh, still hot and oversensitized, limp for now, but twitching ominously at the machine's ministrations. Xen stared down at her impassively, watching in silence.
At last she sighed. “You are filthy again, Ms. Lawson.”
Miranda stayed silent, intensely conscious of the copious evidence of her earlier release smeared over her chest and stomach. Xen continued. “You will have to remain filthy this time. Madame T'Vele has been kind enough to offer you a position. There are preparations to make if you are to earn your keep.”
Casually, she leaned over and palmed Miranda's breast. Miranda shuddered as she gave it a clinical squeeze. “Unsatisfactory,” Xen muttered. “You will have to do better.”
Miranda tensed as Xen retreated somewhere behind her, the tap of her boots leading to a far corner of the room. A cabinet opened and closed, and Xen's footsteps made their way back to behind the chair, where she paused. An enviro-sealed packaged opened with a hiss, and then Xen's gloved hands descended in front of her, one squarely on each breast, massaging something cold and slick into her skin. She could not bite back a groan as Xen handled her roughly, her tight, heavy breasts shaking at the treatment, the cylinders on her nipples bobbing in front of her.
By the time it was over she was again flushed and half-hard. Xen washed her hands meticulously after she was done, apparently paying Miranda's condition little heed. At length, she tossed the sanitary wipe to the recycler and returned her attention to her subject.
“You will require sustenance, Ms. Lawson. Your needs will, of course, be provided for.”
She pressed something on the chair, and Miranda heard a compartment to the side of her head pop open.
“Open your mouth,” Xen said. Stubbornly, she clenched her jaw. She heard Xen hiss through her teeth, an alien, spine-chilling sound, and suddenly, the machine sucked hard at her nipples. She opened her mouth in an indrawn gasp, and Xen's hand seized her jaw, holding her in place while she stuffed a thick tube into her mouth, fastening it in place with a band around her head.
“Do not repeat that, Ms. Lawson. You will not like the consequences.”
The tube filled her mouth, firm, but with some give to it, large enough that she was forced to mold her lips around it. She doubted the size and texture were coincidental.
There was a hum, and something thick and tasteless leaked from the tube's end to her tongue. Unflavored nutrient gel, she guessed. It filled her mouth quickly, and she was forced to swallow to prevent it from dribbling over her lips and down her chin.
“Take your meal, Ms. Lawson. You will need the energy. I will return later to check your progress.”
In Control 11b (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
November 2 2015, 15:18:22 UTC
Xen left her to her humiliation, then, the hot, swollen bounce of her breasts - surely larger than she remembered them - as the machine pumped her, the tube filling her mouth and the wet, sucking noises she made swallowing around it, and above all, the heavy throb of the cock between her legs, engorged again and swaying as she slowly writhed in the restraints.
Time passed in a blur, lost in the blinding, desperate need to relieve the ache of her erection, and the mindless, automatic motion of swallowing. She came twice more when the plug filling her came alive without warning, leaving her sticky with her own cum. She was distantly aware that her breasts had become still heavier, that they now quivered in place on her chest where before they had bounced, but the hungry pulsing of her groin drowned the thought out.
It seemed like hours before Xen returned, and perhaps it was. She heard the lab door open and close, and then the machines died, leaving the room silent but for her harsh breaths and the measured tap of Xen's footsteps.
Xen laughed as she came around to view her from the front. “You surpass my expectations, Ms. Lawson. I would not have suspected you of such depraved tastes. Look at yourself.”
The room's display flickered on, and unwillingly, she stared. She was sweaty and flushed, her lips stretched around the girth of the tube, her chin smeared from when she had not been quick enough to swallow. Her breasts were enormous, at least twice their former size, spattered with cum. As she watched, Xen popped the cylinders off of her, exposing fat, swollen nipples. Front and center, her cock lay brushing her thigh, thickly flushed, semi-erect, heavy balls dangling between her legs. She looked like something out of a lurid extranet fantasy site, an image with no purpose but titillation.
Xen fiddled with her omnitool, and something shot through the tube in her mouth, this time with a pungent, medicinal taste. Reflexively, she swallowed.
“You may as well rest, Ms. Lawson. You will have a full day tomorrow.”
Re: In Control 11b (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
November 2 2015, 20:00:10 UTC
OP here:
Wow, I didn't even prompt force feeding. Is AA a mind reader because this fic is amazingly what I want. Plz post this on Ao3, it needs a wider audience.
I was gonna make requests or prompts of things to be included but at this point I feel like I would just detract from this Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.
Please finish this. I;d rather you be done in two updates than stop after ten. Basically keep doing what you're doing.
Either that or turn this into a 50k novel for NaNoWrMo.
At last she sighed. “You are filthy again, Ms. Lawson.”
Miranda stayed silent, intensely conscious of the copious evidence of her earlier release smeared over her chest and stomach. Xen continued. “You will have to remain filthy this time. Madame T'Vele has been kind enough to offer you a position. There are preparations to make if you are to earn your keep.”
Casually, she leaned over and palmed Miranda's breast. Miranda shuddered as she gave it a clinical squeeze. “Unsatisfactory,” Xen muttered. “You will have to do better.”
Miranda tensed as Xen retreated somewhere behind her, the tap of her boots leading to a far corner of the room. A cabinet opened and closed, and Xen's footsteps made their way back to behind the chair, where she paused. An enviro-sealed packaged opened with a hiss, and then Xen's gloved hands descended in front of her, one squarely on each breast, massaging something cold and slick into her skin. She could not bite back a groan as Xen handled her roughly, her tight, heavy breasts shaking at the treatment, the cylinders on her nipples bobbing in front of her.
“Control yourself, Ms. Lawson,” Xen reprimanded sharply.
By the time it was over she was again flushed and half-hard. Xen washed her hands meticulously after she was done, apparently paying Miranda's condition little heed. At length, she tossed the sanitary wipe to the recycler and returned her attention to her subject.
“You will require sustenance, Ms. Lawson. Your needs will, of course, be provided for.”
She pressed something on the chair, and Miranda heard a compartment to the side of her head pop open.
“Open your mouth,” Xen said. Stubbornly, she clenched her jaw. She heard Xen hiss through her teeth, an alien, spine-chilling sound, and suddenly, the machine sucked hard at her nipples. She opened her mouth in an indrawn gasp, and Xen's hand seized her jaw, holding her in place while she stuffed a thick tube into her mouth, fastening it in place with a band around her head.
“Do not repeat that, Ms. Lawson. You will not like the consequences.”
The tube filled her mouth, firm, but with some give to it, large enough that she was forced to mold her lips around it. She doubted the size and texture were coincidental.
There was a hum, and something thick and tasteless leaked from the tube's end to her tongue. Unflavored nutrient gel, she guessed. It filled her mouth quickly, and she was forced to swallow to prevent it from dribbling over her lips and down her chin.
“Take your meal, Ms. Lawson. You will need the energy. I will return later to check your progress.”
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Time passed in a blur, lost in the blinding, desperate need to relieve the ache of her erection, and the mindless, automatic motion of swallowing. She came twice more when the plug filling her came alive without warning, leaving her sticky with her own cum. She was distantly aware that her breasts had become still heavier, that they now quivered in place on her chest where before they had bounced, but the hungry pulsing of her groin drowned the thought out.
It seemed like hours before Xen returned, and perhaps it was. She heard the lab door open and close, and then the machines died, leaving the room silent but for her harsh breaths and the measured tap of Xen's footsteps.
Xen laughed as she came around to view her from the front. “You surpass my expectations, Ms. Lawson. I would not have suspected you of such depraved tastes. Look at yourself.”
The room's display flickered on, and unwillingly, she stared. She was sweaty and flushed, her lips stretched around the girth of the tube, her chin smeared from when she had not been quick enough to swallow. Her breasts were enormous, at least twice their former size, spattered with cum. As she watched, Xen popped the cylinders off of her, exposing fat, swollen nipples. Front and center, her cock lay brushing her thigh, thickly flushed, semi-erect, heavy balls dangling between her legs. She looked like something out of a lurid extranet fantasy site, an image with no purpose but titillation.
Xen fiddled with her omnitool, and something shot through the tube in her mouth, this time with a pungent, medicinal taste. Reflexively, she swallowed.
“You may as well rest, Ms. Lawson. You will have a full day tomorrow.”
Slowly, the room faded out.
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Wow, I didn't even prompt force feeding. Is AA a mind reader because this fic is amazingly what I want. Plz post this on Ao3, it needs a wider audience.
I was gonna make requests or prompts of things to be included but at this point I feel like I would just detract from this Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.
Please finish this. I;d rather you be done in two updates than stop after ten. Basically keep doing what you're doing.
Either that or turn this into a 50k novel for NaNoWrMo.
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I doubt I have 50K of this in me, but I definitely plan to finish this.
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