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.
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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