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Jason and Andy were engaged in a lewd threesome with a strange machine.
Andy eagerly gulped the serum from the oral device, and it poured energy into him. His massive member, more than two feet long, was shoved almost fully into his friend's eager throat -- so far, in fact, that his head should be somewhere in Jason's stomach. Had he been capable of conscious thought of any complexity by that point, well, it should have concerned him. But he only knew that he was horny, and his overpowering fuckstick was someplace awesome, he was pretty sure that he was cumming again. His lean hips twitched and spasmed as he released a steady trickle of juice directly into the innards of his friend.
For his part, Jason only knew the feelings of satiety and stimulation. He had no sense of Andy's presence there, just a faint scent that reminded him of his neighbor. He knew the shape of the device in his throat was different, and that it was deep within him. He missed the rich vanilla taste, but the echo remained, now mixed with a sharper flavor. But he could feel the massive tool in his throat, and eagerly swallowed and undulated. He wasn't sure how he was even breathing; the monstrous thing in his throat made his neck feel overfilled. He wasn't wrong about that -- the insane dong he'd inhaled had distorted his remarkably pliant lips and dislocated his jaw. And his ass, too, was stuffed with artificial cock of record-breaking length -- matching his own 14+ inches. There was barely room for anything in him, beyond cock, and he was too blissed out to care.
Deep within both boys, processes had continued to alter them -- processes that had slowed or nearly halted, before the fresh influx of vanilla-flavored serum built on the spunk of both men had been brought back into the mix. Now it was in overdrive.
Jason's stomach was nearly as altered as Andy's had been; digestive acids were gone, replaced with spongy tissue that secreted an oily substance that instead bonded to the specialized nutrients and proteins that steadily streamed (and periodically blasted) from the bloated genitalia that stuffed his mouth and upper digestive tract. It would now be a safe haven for any flesh that made it through the esophagus and into the stomach cavity. But Andy's dick was so long it now prodded the base of the organ and each thrust pushed eagerly against the gathered upper intestines -- which themselves were undergoing their own change.
The machine was still drawing in Jason's fluids, and was weaving new serum from the fluids it captured. Harvest the proteins and nutrients; recombine to raw serum, suspend the secret ingredients, and refill the reservoir before expelling as demanded by the oral pump. It was a remarkable device, but it was now growing slightly confused by two distinct strands of DNA, and markers from different and incompatible stages of alteration.
Andy eagerly gulped the serum from the oral device, and it poured energy into him. His massive member, more than two feet long, was shoved almost fully into his friend's eager throat -- so far, in fact, that his head should be somewhere in Jason's stomach. Had he been capable of conscious thought of any complexity by that point, well, it should have concerned him. But he only knew that he was horny, and his overpowering fuckstick was someplace awesome, he was pretty sure that he was cumming again. His lean hips twitched and spasmed as he released a steady trickle of juice directly into the innards of his friend.
For his part, Jason only knew the feelings of satiety and stimulation. He had no sense of Andy's presence there, just a faint scent that reminded him of his neighbor. He knew the shape of the device in his throat was different, and that it was deep within him. He missed the rich vanilla taste, but the echo remained, now mixed with a sharper flavor. But he could feel the massive tool in his throat, and eagerly swallowed and undulated. He wasn't sure how he was even breathing; the monstrous thing in his throat made his neck feel overfilled. He wasn't wrong about that -- the insane dong he'd inhaled had distorted his remarkably pliant lips and dislocated his jaw. And his ass, too, was stuffed with artificial cock of record-breaking length -- matching his own 14+ inches. There was barely room for anything in him, beyond cock, and he was too blissed out to care.
Deep within both boys, processes had continued to alter them -- processes that had slowed or nearly halted, before the fresh influx of vanilla-flavored serum built on the spunk of both men had been brought back into the mix. Now it was in overdrive.
Jason's stomach was nearly as altered as Andy's had been; digestive acids were gone, replaced with spongy tissue that secreted an oily substance that instead bonded to the specialized nutrients and proteins that steadily streamed (and periodically blasted) from the bloated genitalia that stuffed his mouth and upper digestive tract. It would now be a safe haven for any flesh that made it through the esophagus and into the stomach cavity. But Andy's dick was so long it now prodded the base of the organ and each thrust pushed eagerly against the gathered upper intestines -- which themselves were undergoing their own change.
The machine was still drawing in Jason's fluids, and was weaving new serum from the fluids it captured. Harvest the proteins and nutrients; recombine to raw serum, suspend the secret ingredients, and refill the reservoir before expelling as demanded by the oral pump. It was a remarkable device, but it was now growing slightly confused by two distinct strands of DNA, and markers from different and incompatible stages of alteration.
Hey guys, i have been a little busy in real life, and bouncing between stories (quelle surprise, non?) as my horny muse directs. I haven’t forgotten this one, and there is definitely more coming (pardon the pun), but for now the naughty porno voices in my head have been keeping me focused on Acclimating — at least, when i have had time to bang out a few pages of erotica. By which i mean, for the moment, that story has a stronger theme to explore, and it’s capturing my imagination more than the other stories that I’m playing with.
For me, writing these little smutfests has to happen on its own terms, because forcing it definitely doesn’t work so well.
But i do appreciate the likes and encouragement, and i will keep writing whenever I can.
If any of you are on Metabods, it’s easy to find my stuff there too. I can’t believe how many words I’ve pounded out — and I *really* had no clue how many views I’d been collecting over the past three years. It’s not as easy to see views here, and thus hard to gauge which stories I should work on, but the feedback system isn’t as directly helpful there as this one is when people comment.
For me, writing these little smutfests has to happen on its own terms, because forcing it definitely doesn’t work so well.
But i do appreciate the likes and encouragement, and i will keep writing whenever I can.
If any of you are on Metabods, it’s easy to find my stuff there too. I can’t believe how many words I’ve pounded out — and I *really* had no clue how many views I’d been collecting over the past three years. It’s not as easy to see views here, and thus hard to gauge which stories I should work on, but the feedback system isn’t as directly helpful there as this one is when people comment.
Are we ever going to get more in "Hey Buddy", "What happened" or "Are you sure?"??
By the way, the direct link to Dream Big's author page on my site is:
Metabods Erotic Story Archive - Dream Big
“Sir?”
ugh. Can’t i catch a moment’s rest?
”Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I really think you should see this,” his assistant said.
Grant sighed. It was going to be one of THOSE nights. He rolled over and found Marco, his assistant, staring excitedly at his tablet.
Marco, like all his team, was sexy and smart. With model-worthy looks that elevated his naturally fit and toned body, and an advanced degree or two, he’d have been a welcome addition to any team, or any harem.
And that was BEFORE Grant’s people had worked on the kid.
Grant smiled. Oh, the things they’d made possible for dear Marco. But they had left his mind intact, because it was not only his most useful trait, it was, to Grant’s thinking, one of his sexiest traits, even among the stiff competition from his rockin’ bod, sparkling green eyes, and enthusiasm under the sheets.
So if Marco thought it was worth waking his boss up halfway across the Atlantic, it probably was.
”Let me show you, sir,” Marco said, scooting in next to Grant as the older man moved aside to allow him. The boy’s scent was remarkable, one of the first things they’d been able to alter, and just smelling him was a borderline aphrodisiac. But that was a thought for later.
Grant looked at the screen, and immediately saw why he’d been awakened.
“Isn’t that… isn’t that the agent?”
”Yes sir, you have a good memory. That’s the investigator we sent the bait to. The original plan was to rope him in and find out what the agency knows.”
”From the looks of things, that’s not quite what happened,” Grant said. “Who’s the other fellow?”
”Neighbor, I think.”
”Wait, is that the prototype collector?”
”Yes sir.”
”It looks like it’s malfunctioned.”
”Yes sir. But check the readout.”
Grant couldn’t believe his eyes. The numbers were off the charts.
”Is that really happening?”
”Yes, sir. The neighbor, Andy, appears to have tripped the trap, and by sheer chance, was a nearly perfect candidate for the alterations. He’s at least 40% more reactive than the average candidate. The drone unit was automatically dispatched and the full collection system was hooked up, along with the webcams. But then our intended victim interrupted the process.”
”Seems we got him, too.”
”Well, yes, and no. The system worked as intended with him, but as you can see, the DNA sequencing system has been confused by the introduction of secondary DNA samples — these were intended to be single service, of course, but they were supposed to filter out any unplanned DNA. Instead, the system appears to be using the neighbor’s DNA as a template for ”correcting” Jason.”
”Intriguing. Looks like it believes they are the same person! This is a rare moment for research.”
”More than that, sir, it’s been a huge ratings hit. Of course the viewers believe this is a porn scenario with special effects. A machine fetish and big dick fetish scene. But as it’s been going on for the last three hours, viewership is up to over 17,000 simultaneous streams, all paid content.“
Grant pondered the implications for a moment.
“The serum is bound to run out soon, though. How much time until then?”
”That’s the other thing, sir. The high compatibility Andy displayed meant the conversion unit was more efficient. All the safeguards got damaged early on, and so it’s literally been spinning up more raw serum from Andy’s, and now Jason’s, output — and THAT was the first thing upgraded.”
”All because one of the partners here has a thing about bukake,” Grant grumbled. “So what’s the end result?”
”Unknown. The original plan was to trap Jason, alter him and record the process, and blackmail him to get the Agency off our trail. But something got damaged early on when Andy used the program, and well, we’re well off the reservation now.”
”what happens when the serum runs too low and the boys output isnt sufficient?”
A shrill beep from the laptop caused Marco’s eyes to widen in alarm.
”Looks like we are about to find out, sir,” Marco said.
ugh. Can’t i catch a moment’s rest?
”Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I really think you should see this,” his assistant said.
Grant sighed. It was going to be one of THOSE nights. He rolled over and found Marco, his assistant, staring excitedly at his tablet.
Marco, like all his team, was sexy and smart. With model-worthy looks that elevated his naturally fit and toned body, and an advanced degree or two, he’d have been a welcome addition to any team, or any harem.
And that was BEFORE Grant’s people had worked on the kid.
Grant smiled. Oh, the things they’d made possible for dear Marco. But they had left his mind intact, because it was not only his most useful trait, it was, to Grant’s thinking, one of his sexiest traits, even among the stiff competition from his rockin’ bod, sparkling green eyes, and enthusiasm under the sheets.
So if Marco thought it was worth waking his boss up halfway across the Atlantic, it probably was.
”Let me show you, sir,” Marco said, scooting in next to Grant as the older man moved aside to allow him. The boy’s scent was remarkable, one of the first things they’d been able to alter, and just smelling him was a borderline aphrodisiac. But that was a thought for later.
Grant looked at the screen, and immediately saw why he’d been awakened.
“Isn’t that… isn’t that the agent?”
”Yes sir, you have a good memory. That’s the investigator we sent the bait to. The original plan was to rope him in and find out what the agency knows.”
”From the looks of things, that’s not quite what happened,” Grant said. “Who’s the other fellow?”
”Neighbor, I think.”
”Wait, is that the prototype collector?”
”Yes sir.”
”It looks like it’s malfunctioned.”
”Yes sir. But check the readout.”
Grant couldn’t believe his eyes. The numbers were off the charts.
”Is that really happening?”
”Yes, sir. The neighbor, Andy, appears to have tripped the trap, and by sheer chance, was a nearly perfect candidate for the alterations. He’s at least 40% more reactive than the average candidate. The drone unit was automatically dispatched and the full collection system was hooked up, along with the webcams. But then our intended victim interrupted the process.”
”Seems we got him, too.”
”Well, yes, and no. The system worked as intended with him, but as you can see, the DNA sequencing system has been confused by the introduction of secondary DNA samples — these were intended to be single service, of course, but they were supposed to filter out any unplanned DNA. Instead, the system appears to be using the neighbor’s DNA as a template for ”correcting” Jason.”
”Intriguing. Looks like it believes they are the same person! This is a rare moment for research.”
”More than that, sir, it’s been a huge ratings hit. Of course the viewers believe this is a porn scenario with special effects. A machine fetish and big dick fetish scene. But as it’s been going on for the last three hours, viewership is up to over 17,000 simultaneous streams, all paid content.“
Grant pondered the implications for a moment.
“The serum is bound to run out soon, though. How much time until then?”
”That’s the other thing, sir. The high compatibility Andy displayed meant the conversion unit was more efficient. All the safeguards got damaged early on, and so it’s literally been spinning up more raw serum from Andy’s, and now Jason’s, output — and THAT was the first thing upgraded.”
”All because one of the partners here has a thing about bukake,” Grant grumbled. “So what’s the end result?”
”Unknown. The original plan was to trap Jason, alter him and record the process, and blackmail him to get the Agency off our trail. But something got damaged early on when Andy used the program, and well, we’re well off the reservation now.”
”what happens when the serum runs too low and the boys output isnt sufficient?”
A shrill beep from the laptop caused Marco’s eyes to widen in alarm.
”Looks like we are about to find out, sir,” Marco said.
My god, Grant thought. You can see the alterations as they happen.
"Sir?"
It's so fucking hot. Grant adjusted his own considerable tool. He wasn't above dipping a little into the pool for his own needs, but he'd kept things more reasonable. His modest 6-inch pecker had been upgraded to a thick 8 and a half, and of course he'd enhanced his stamina and production. But not like this....
"Yes?"
"Sir, don't you think we should...I don't know, DO something?"
"I presume we're recording this? Getting all the measurements and readings we can, yes?"
Marco nodded distractedly, torn between the readings on his tablet and the scene unfolding.
"Of course sir, but I meant to ask if you planned to stop--"
"Stop? What are you, crazy?" Grant barked angrily. "This is a fucking gold mine. Streaming income is off the charts, and that's just the icing on a research cake. Why would we stop?"
"I ... I understand, sir. But I like to offer you options, and it won't be much longer before that won't be possible for either of them. We're well into new territory here. The combination of those products seems to be--"
"The most lucrative, sexy thing I've ever seen," Grant said, making no secret of groping his own hefty package.
Marco narrowed his eyes and replied evenly: "Very well, sir. And after?"
"After what?"
"After they reach equilibrium. After they finish whatever transformation is going on now. Assuming they survive this. We can't leave them there, obviously."
"Ah, quite right. Have a squad on standby," Grant said. Can't just leave them there. Someone might find them or miss them.
Marco stepped away to take care of the details. He was so good at that. Meanwhile, Grant stared so hard at the hi-def image he could have burned a hole in the screen.
By this point, the two men on screen were becoming indistinguishable from each other, as the "vanilla shake" pumped into them and through them, carrying new instructions to rewire their systems. Primarily, they looked Andy, with a lot of Jason's physical traits beginning to show themselves in the hair and broad shoulders. But their faces were now almost unrecognizable, between their mouths irredeemably stretched around the massive dongs, and slathered liberally with a latex-like coating that hid most of their features. In fact, Grant wondered how on earth they were breathing at all. Maybe they weren't.
He watched, fascinated, as the two forms continued their doomed, horny moaning and thrusting over the next twenty minutes. Their insanely huge genitals continued to grow, looking more like a skinny, veiny third leg, and Jason's oversized balls were the size of pumpkins. They'd periodically contract and leap in their flesh-sack, then the machine would shudder and then Andy would moan -- somehow -- through his latex-covered face and the huge pipe down his own throat. Each of the boys now sported limber, muscular physiques, but the endless sweat pouring from them had an unusual sheen to it.
"Sir, we've dispatched a collection vehicle and a team to provide a cover story. They should be there within the next few minutes. Meanwhile the specialists are already seeding both men's social media with false leads and suspicious posts to cover our tracks."
Marco said nothing about Grant's now obvious and exposed dick, which the older man was sensuously pumping with lazy strokes. A telltale scent had begun to permeate the room, but Marco was mostly immune to its effects by this point. His bosses weren't the only players in the game, and Marco was smart and ambitious.
"Excellent work, Marco. What's next for them?"
"Fairly standard, sir. They'll be brought here to the long-term lab, and depending on what the higher-ups think, they'll either be left to continue whatever they're doing, or they'll be separated. If that's even possible."
Grant raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"Because, sir, that's also the prototype bonding agent. By now, it's probably beyond the ability of rubbing alcohol to break that bond down. It will have started on their flesh."
"Where did we get that one?"
"Holding company in Mongolia. They found a substance in a meteor, analyzed it, and found it interacted in various ways with human flesh, depending on what other agents were involved. So it had application as a lube, an instant bandage, a skin graft, burn treatment, make-up, you name it. They'd begun to make some inroads in special effects makeup when we acquired them. And we took it off the market for. more research after some of the side effects were reported."
So it was bonding with their skin directly. Sealing them forever....
"I'll want to see them when they arrive."
"And what of the prototype serum generator?"
"Leave it attached until they reach a point where it's safe to disengage. Just make sure to pull samples of the serum."
"Already on that, sir. As you said, we prioritized science over smut here. We'll get everything we can out of these specimens."
Grant didn't notice the disappointment in Marco's face; he was too busy lusting over him. He imagined all the things he could do with his hapless assistant. Imagine sealing his perfect ass to Grant's perfect dick....
***
Two months later, Marco pushed his chair back, smiling contentedly after yet another perfect blowjob.
"Nice work," he said absentmindedly, knowing he'd hear no response. Other matters awaited, so he buzzed the intercom. "Now, let's see... Benjamin? Could you come in?"
Almost instantly, the fit 20-something with the dimples and tousled hair bounced into the room.
Man, they are getting better every time, Marco thought. The tech boys had gone overboard with this one, taking his adorkable vibe to an extreme, to the point where his looks were distracting, his smile dazzling, and his ass a thing of beauty. And they'd preserved his brains. To Marco's mind, nothing was sexier than a guy with the whole package, and to have that potential as his right-hand-man was intoxicating.
"Sir, your updates." Benjamin (never Ben) handed him a pre-queued tablet. "As you'll see, the specimens have stabilized."
"Goodness," Marco said. "It's all a bit....I don't know, sexy human centipede?"
"I was thinking just that. But the resultant organism is essentially what you predicted. Almost an ouroboros. If you look at the scans, you'll see that pretty much only the pleasure centers in their brains has much going on. The faces are a bit of a loss, based on what you provided. They were both handsome in their own ways before all this."
"Yes, it's a loss, indeed, but we did learn so very much about the putty in the process."
"It really is a miracle. The way it reacts to mental energy....once it's on you, it just does what you want."
"Pity for them, they just wanted to keep fucking and sucking. And once it's fully set, there's no going back."
"You'll also note their "vanilla shake" has become super concentrated. It was a stroke of brilliance to keep harvesting and reintroducing their spunk that way."
"It's all protein, but that crucial organic step proved pretty tough to replicate. By the end, we got almost pure serum, capable of enhancing anyone."
"That was Grant's project, wasn't it?"
"Grant got lucky," Marco said, sourly. "He also let his libido drive his decisions."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, those poor boys might have been saved. We might not have been able to put them back to normal, but we might have been able to do something for them. We might have caught them before they went too far. Still, in the end, Grant paid the price for his perversion. He got so caught up in the thrill of it, that he bypassed the safety protocols one too many times."
"What really happened to him?"
"Simple. He got so hot and bothered, he sampled the product before the lab guys got done with it."
"PURE?"
"Yup."
"But that's... they always mix it down for safety!"
"They do NOW. But Grant couldn't wait. As soon as those boys were installed in the lab, he was VERY hands-on. You know their sweat is a powerful aphrodisiac, right?"
"I've heard that. I've never gone into their lab, though."
"Very wise. Don't. At least not without a few layers of protection."
Benjamin nodded, eyes wide. "What did it do to him?"
"By the time Grant got down there, the specimen was literally sweating aphrodesiac and pheromones, and they -- it -- were working their way through the very last of the shake supply. They were producing their own, of course, and this was before any tests were run. . That fool Grant was so eager to see what was going on that he forgot to mask up. So while he was doped up on their super-stink, reeling with desire, he got a fateful of their spunk-shake when the lab boys were swapping for different harvesting equipment."
Marco sighed. "It was a shame, really, and Grant wasn't too bad a boss. Just a bit too much of a perv for his own good. And in his defense, nobody really knew how hyper concentrated that stuff had become until later. By then, it was too late."
"I heard you found him."
"At this very desk. By then, he was already being altered, and his dick was over a foot long. And here I thought he had trouble keeping his hands away from his dick before." Marco sighed, remembering. "He had become less discrete about his masturbation before, but any decorum was completely gone by that point. His own mind, his own fantasies, were driving him to new depravity. I walked in to see him slathering that putty all over. He was even eating it."
"Ew."
"I think he was just lost in sexual fantasies. He might not have realized he was even doing it. They say his brain went quickly. All I know is he remembered he fancied me and he loved masturbating. With the brain and body altering stuff coursing through him, well..."
"Yikes. Whatever happened to him?"
"Ingesting the putty is a BAD idea. Doing so while you're being enhanced by the serum is even worse. He only had about two more hours of anything like lucidity, and he was too busy sucking his own pole to give much insight. When he finally stabilized, he wasn't really even human anymore."
"Wow."
"So be careful, Benjamin. Keep focus. Don't get distracted by all the mad science, and don't let your libido run away with you. It's bad enough for normal jobs, but here, well..."
"Noted, sir."
The sex-on-wheels assistant bounced off, leaving Marco to ponder. It was always risky sharing a cautionary tale with the young ones. But Benjamin seemed to have a bit more sense than most. Curiosity made him ask questions, but he didn't seem inclined to dive headfirst into danger.
Still, Marco couldn't help but be reminded of the dynamic he'd shared with Grant at first. Marco had been very headstrong and ambitious, and had eagerly signed up for enhancement, but that was before the mature serum was available. Every now and again, he was tempted to give it another try. Before Benjamin, he'd been the sexiest man on the floor, but now, he wasn't so sure. Sure, he had been enhanced, but if he was honest, not by much, He was sporting a 10-inch overproducing cock, and his body was amazing, but each new wave of hires seemed to be more and more gorgeous and endowed.
Still, he had a cautionary tale to remind him of the dangers of getting too cozy with the illicit substances that gave him a life of luxury.
It sat in the tub beneath his desk. It was large, and fleshy, and smelled amazingly like his former boss. It could form a mouth or other orifice as needed, and it responded to touch in the most amazing ways. But only to HIS touch.
In his own way, Grant still had the hots for Marco.
"Sir?"
It's so fucking hot. Grant adjusted his own considerable tool. He wasn't above dipping a little into the pool for his own needs, but he'd kept things more reasonable. His modest 6-inch pecker had been upgraded to a thick 8 and a half, and of course he'd enhanced his stamina and production. But not like this....
"Yes?"
"Sir, don't you think we should...I don't know, DO something?"
"I presume we're recording this? Getting all the measurements and readings we can, yes?"
Marco nodded distractedly, torn between the readings on his tablet and the scene unfolding.
"Of course sir, but I meant to ask if you planned to stop--"
"Stop? What are you, crazy?" Grant barked angrily. "This is a fucking gold mine. Streaming income is off the charts, and that's just the icing on a research cake. Why would we stop?"
"I ... I understand, sir. But I like to offer you options, and it won't be much longer before that won't be possible for either of them. We're well into new territory here. The combination of those products seems to be--"
"The most lucrative, sexy thing I've ever seen," Grant said, making no secret of groping his own hefty package.
Marco narrowed his eyes and replied evenly: "Very well, sir. And after?"
"After what?"
"After they reach equilibrium. After they finish whatever transformation is going on now. Assuming they survive this. We can't leave them there, obviously."
"Ah, quite right. Have a squad on standby," Grant said. Can't just leave them there. Someone might find them or miss them.
Marco stepped away to take care of the details. He was so good at that. Meanwhile, Grant stared so hard at the hi-def image he could have burned a hole in the screen.
By this point, the two men on screen were becoming indistinguishable from each other, as the "vanilla shake" pumped into them and through them, carrying new instructions to rewire their systems. Primarily, they looked Andy, with a lot of Jason's physical traits beginning to show themselves in the hair and broad shoulders. But their faces were now almost unrecognizable, between their mouths irredeemably stretched around the massive dongs, and slathered liberally with a latex-like coating that hid most of their features. In fact, Grant wondered how on earth they were breathing at all. Maybe they weren't.
He watched, fascinated, as the two forms continued their doomed, horny moaning and thrusting over the next twenty minutes. Their insanely huge genitals continued to grow, looking more like a skinny, veiny third leg, and Jason's oversized balls were the size of pumpkins. They'd periodically contract and leap in their flesh-sack, then the machine would shudder and then Andy would moan -- somehow -- through his latex-covered face and the huge pipe down his own throat. Each of the boys now sported limber, muscular physiques, but the endless sweat pouring from them had an unusual sheen to it.
"Sir, we've dispatched a collection vehicle and a team to provide a cover story. They should be there within the next few minutes. Meanwhile the specialists are already seeding both men's social media with false leads and suspicious posts to cover our tracks."
Marco said nothing about Grant's now obvious and exposed dick, which the older man was sensuously pumping with lazy strokes. A telltale scent had begun to permeate the room, but Marco was mostly immune to its effects by this point. His bosses weren't the only players in the game, and Marco was smart and ambitious.
"Excellent work, Marco. What's next for them?"
"Fairly standard, sir. They'll be brought here to the long-term lab, and depending on what the higher-ups think, they'll either be left to continue whatever they're doing, or they'll be separated. If that's even possible."
Grant raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"Because, sir, that's also the prototype bonding agent. By now, it's probably beyond the ability of rubbing alcohol to break that bond down. It will have started on their flesh."
"Where did we get that one?"
"Holding company in Mongolia. They found a substance in a meteor, analyzed it, and found it interacted in various ways with human flesh, depending on what other agents were involved. So it had application as a lube, an instant bandage, a skin graft, burn treatment, make-up, you name it. They'd begun to make some inroads in special effects makeup when we acquired them. And we took it off the market for. more research after some of the side effects were reported."
So it was bonding with their skin directly. Sealing them forever....
"I'll want to see them when they arrive."
"And what of the prototype serum generator?"
"Leave it attached until they reach a point where it's safe to disengage. Just make sure to pull samples of the serum."
"Already on that, sir. As you said, we prioritized science over smut here. We'll get everything we can out of these specimens."
Grant didn't notice the disappointment in Marco's face; he was too busy lusting over him. He imagined all the things he could do with his hapless assistant. Imagine sealing his perfect ass to Grant's perfect dick....
***
Two months later, Marco pushed his chair back, smiling contentedly after yet another perfect blowjob.
"Nice work," he said absentmindedly, knowing he'd hear no response. Other matters awaited, so he buzzed the intercom. "Now, let's see... Benjamin? Could you come in?"
Almost instantly, the fit 20-something with the dimples and tousled hair bounced into the room.
Man, they are getting better every time, Marco thought. The tech boys had gone overboard with this one, taking his adorkable vibe to an extreme, to the point where his looks were distracting, his smile dazzling, and his ass a thing of beauty. And they'd preserved his brains. To Marco's mind, nothing was sexier than a guy with the whole package, and to have that potential as his right-hand-man was intoxicating.
"Sir, your updates." Benjamin (never Ben) handed him a pre-queued tablet. "As you'll see, the specimens have stabilized."
"Goodness," Marco said. "It's all a bit....I don't know, sexy human centipede?"
"I was thinking just that. But the resultant organism is essentially what you predicted. Almost an ouroboros. If you look at the scans, you'll see that pretty much only the pleasure centers in their brains has much going on. The faces are a bit of a loss, based on what you provided. They were both handsome in their own ways before all this."
"Yes, it's a loss, indeed, but we did learn so very much about the putty in the process."
"It really is a miracle. The way it reacts to mental energy....once it's on you, it just does what you want."
"Pity for them, they just wanted to keep fucking and sucking. And once it's fully set, there's no going back."
"You'll also note their "vanilla shake" has become super concentrated. It was a stroke of brilliance to keep harvesting and reintroducing their spunk that way."
"It's all protein, but that crucial organic step proved pretty tough to replicate. By the end, we got almost pure serum, capable of enhancing anyone."
"That was Grant's project, wasn't it?"
"Grant got lucky," Marco said, sourly. "He also let his libido drive his decisions."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, those poor boys might have been saved. We might not have been able to put them back to normal, but we might have been able to do something for them. We might have caught them before they went too far. Still, in the end, Grant paid the price for his perversion. He got so caught up in the thrill of it, that he bypassed the safety protocols one too many times."
"What really happened to him?"
"Simple. He got so hot and bothered, he sampled the product before the lab guys got done with it."
"PURE?"
"Yup."
"But that's... they always mix it down for safety!"
"They do NOW. But Grant couldn't wait. As soon as those boys were installed in the lab, he was VERY hands-on. You know their sweat is a powerful aphrodisiac, right?"
"I've heard that. I've never gone into their lab, though."
"Very wise. Don't. At least not without a few layers of protection."
Benjamin nodded, eyes wide. "What did it do to him?"
"By the time Grant got down there, the specimen was literally sweating aphrodesiac and pheromones, and they -- it -- were working their way through the very last of the shake supply. They were producing their own, of course, and this was before any tests were run. . That fool Grant was so eager to see what was going on that he forgot to mask up. So while he was doped up on their super-stink, reeling with desire, he got a fateful of their spunk-shake when the lab boys were swapping for different harvesting equipment."
Marco sighed. "It was a shame, really, and Grant wasn't too bad a boss. Just a bit too much of a perv for his own good. And in his defense, nobody really knew how hyper concentrated that stuff had become until later. By then, it was too late."
"I heard you found him."
"At this very desk. By then, he was already being altered, and his dick was over a foot long. And here I thought he had trouble keeping his hands away from his dick before." Marco sighed, remembering. "He had become less discrete about his masturbation before, but any decorum was completely gone by that point. His own mind, his own fantasies, were driving him to new depravity. I walked in to see him slathering that putty all over. He was even eating it."
"Ew."
"I think he was just lost in sexual fantasies. He might not have realized he was even doing it. They say his brain went quickly. All I know is he remembered he fancied me and he loved masturbating. With the brain and body altering stuff coursing through him, well..."
"Yikes. Whatever happened to him?"
"Ingesting the putty is a BAD idea. Doing so while you're being enhanced by the serum is even worse. He only had about two more hours of anything like lucidity, and he was too busy sucking his own pole to give much insight. When he finally stabilized, he wasn't really even human anymore."
"Wow."
"So be careful, Benjamin. Keep focus. Don't get distracted by all the mad science, and don't let your libido run away with you. It's bad enough for normal jobs, but here, well..."
"Noted, sir."
The sex-on-wheels assistant bounced off, leaving Marco to ponder. It was always risky sharing a cautionary tale with the young ones. But Benjamin seemed to have a bit more sense than most. Curiosity made him ask questions, but he didn't seem inclined to dive headfirst into danger.
Still, Marco couldn't help but be reminded of the dynamic he'd shared with Grant at first. Marco had been very headstrong and ambitious, and had eagerly signed up for enhancement, but that was before the mature serum was available. Every now and again, he was tempted to give it another try. Before Benjamin, he'd been the sexiest man on the floor, but now, he wasn't so sure. Sure, he had been enhanced, but if he was honest, not by much, He was sporting a 10-inch overproducing cock, and his body was amazing, but each new wave of hires seemed to be more and more gorgeous and endowed.
Still, he had a cautionary tale to remind him of the dangers of getting too cozy with the illicit substances that gave him a life of luxury.
It sat in the tub beneath his desk. It was large, and fleshy, and smelled amazingly like his former boss. It could form a mouth or other orifice as needed, and it responded to touch in the most amazing ways. But only to HIS touch.
In his own way, Grant still had the hots for Marco.
