Comic by Yetigo
Professor Tok's students hurried to prepare the endoscopic equipment, wheeling over a sleek metal cart laden with gleaming tools.
The professor selected a long, flexible tube from the array, holding it up for Juro to see. It was thicker than the enema nozzle, with a small camera lens on the tip. Lubricating jelly was applied liberally to the shaft of the scope.
"This endoscope will allow us to examine your rectal cavity and newly formed womb in great detail," Professor Tok explained clinically. "We'll be able to assess the health of the tissues and check for any successful embryo implantation. Deep breaths now," Professor Tok instructed. "Try to relax your internal muscles."
Juro panted harshly through his nose, struggling to obey even as his body quivered with tension. The metal bands around his wrists and ankles held him firmly in place, leaving him no option but to submit to the invasive procedure.
With steady pressure, Professor Tok began to feed the long, flexible tube into Juro's rectum. Juro gasped as his newly-healed orifice stretched to allow the girth of the scope. He could feel every inch of the instrument as it snaked deeper into his body.
On a screen mounted above the table, high-definition images of Juro's glistening pink insides were projected for Professor Tok and the students to study. They watched with rapt fascination as the camera at the tip of the scope transmitted its journey through Juro's depths.
"Observe the vascularization of the rectal mucosa," Professor Tok narrated, guiding the scope with deft twists of his tentacles. "The tissue appears healthy and well-perfused, having fully healed from the trauma of the previous session."
The endoscope pressed deeper, rounding the bend of Juro's sigmoid colon. Juro groaned at the strange pressure, belly clenching around the invading instrument. On the screen, the camera captured the rhythmic undulations of his bowel walls, slick with mucus.
"Now, let's see if our breeding efforts have borne fruit," Professor Tok said, anticipation coloring his normally flat tone.
The endoscope slid further still, until the tip reached Juro's altered reproductive organs. There on the screen was his newly formed uterus, a small, pink pouch nestled between his colon and bladder.
Professor Tok manipulated the controls, zooming in for a closer look. The camera panned over the spongy walls of Juro's womb, searching for any sign of implantation.
For long moments, there was only the wet squelch of the scope moving in his altered anatomy, the hum of the machines, and Juro's harsh breathing. Then finally, Professor Tok made a noise of disappointment.
"It appears fertilization has not occurred," Professor Tok announced with a hint of annoyance. "Despite the volume and variety of semen introduced to the subject's reproductive tract, there are no visible signs of attachment or embryonic development."
Juro shuddered on the table, conflicting emotions warring within him at the news. A part of him was awash with relief - the idea of being impregnated, his body distorted to incubate an alien parasite, had filled him with dread and revulsion. But another part of him ached with disappointment.
Professor Tok withdrew the endoscope from Juro's body with a wet, sucking sound. A thin trickle of lubricant dribbled out of the human’s hole and slid down his perineum.
"The failure to conceive is likely due to an issue with the subject's uterine environment," Professor Tok mused, their eyeball analyzing the readouts on his datapad. "We will need to refine the regimen of hormonal injections and make adjustments to the nutrient slurry to optimize fertility before the next insemination session."
The professor glided over to a lab bench, long tentacles already selecting vials of unknown substances and syringes.
"This new formulation should stimulate increased ovum production and prime the uterine lining for implantation," Professor Tok said, holding up the syringe of pale pink liquid for the students to see.
Juro trembled as Professor Tok approached with the large syringe filled with unknown drugs. The human's thighs tensed, instinctively trying to close, to protect his vulnerable opening from further violation. But the metal restraints held him firmly splayed, leaving him no defense.
"We'll need to ensure thorough coverage and absorption of the fertility enhancers," Professor Tok said clinically. "Direct injection into the uterine lining will be most effective."
The professor glided over to a cabinet and retrieved a large, intimidating metal device. Juro's eyes widened in fearful recognition - it was a speculum, the kind used for livestock examinations. The long, curved blades gleamed under the harsh lab lights.
Professor Tok brought the speculum to Juro's upturned rear, the cold metal making him flinch.
"Deep breaths," the professor instructed dispassionately. "This will facilitate access to your womb."
Professor Tok inserted the speculum into Juro who yelped at the intrusion. It went in deep. Then, slowly, the professor cranked the handle, opening the speculum blades inside Juro's anal channel.
Juro panted harshly through his nose as he was opened wider and wider, the stretch burning through his pelvis. He could feel cool air wafting over his defenseless insides, his guts revealed to the room.
"Excellent dilation," Professor Tok commented, peering between the speculum blades. "The subject's rectal cavity is sufficiently visible for direct injection."
The professor held up the large syringe, the pale pink fluid sloshing ominously within the barrel.
With his other tentacles bracing on Juro's splayed cheeks, Professor Tok guided the syringe between the speculum blades. Juro held his breath, entire body tensed in anticipation. He could feel the rubbery tip of the tentacle slithering through his propped-open hole, sliding along his sensitive walls.
The tentacle probed deeper into Juro's body, following the route previously mapped by the endoscope. It stroked over his prostate, making him jolt and shudder at the intense sensation. Deeper still it delved, until the tip brushed against the entrance to his womb.
"Injecting the serum now," Professor Tok narrated.
There was a moment of pressure, then a sudden, sharp pinch as the needle pierced through the delicate ring of muscle.
Juro gasped, body tensing at the sudden stab of pain deep inside him. But he had no time to adjust before Professor Tok depressed the plunger, pumping the contents of the syringe directly into his tender womb lining.
The pale pink fluid gushed into Juro's defenseless uterus, coating the spongy walls in a wash of tingling warmth. He could feel it spreading through him, seeping into his altered tissues with an unnatural heat.
Professor Tok withdrew the syringe and tentacle from Juro's gaped open hole. "The fertility enhancers are already taking effect," the alien remarked, their eyeball roving critically over Juro's flushed, trembling form. "Observe the increased vasocongestion in the reproductive organs. His uterus is engorging, preparing for insemination and implantation."
Clear slick began to seep from Juro’s open hole, dribbling down to puddle on the table below.
The assembled students murmured in excitement as they watched Juro's body react to the drugs.
Professor Tok tapped a command into his datapad. "It's time to make another attempt at breeding. All students will take turns inseminating the subject. Ejaculate as deep as possible to maximize the chances of fertilization."
Juro made a choked noise, half despair and half desperate arousal at the pronouncement. His altered mind recoiled at the idea of repeating all he’d gone through before again, but his body... oh his treacherous body ached to be filled. The drugs pumping through his system had his hormones surging, every cell crying out for alien cock.
"When not actively being inseminated, the subject is to be kept in the milking apparatus," Professor Tok continued dispassionately. "The fertility drugs should increase milk production as well. Stimulate the mammary glands frequently to maximize output."
To be constantly milked like a cow when he wasn't being used as a breeding hole . . .
The humiliation and degradation crashed over him, even as his nipples tingled and dripped in shameful anticipation.
The students eagerly shed their lab coats, a rainbow of tentacles, cocks, and ovipositors springing forth. They crowded around the breeding bench, stroking their various appendages.
Juro's eyes glazed over, his mind finally shattering under the relentless onslaught of drugs and conditioning. The last vestiges of resistance crumbled away, leaving only a desperate, aching void that craved filling. His altered body thrummed with need, every cell crying out to be used, bred, and milked.
"Yessss..." Juro heard himself whine, a throaty, wanton sound. "Please fuck me. I want it. I need to be bred so badly."
The words spilled from his lips thoughtlessly, all higher cognition drowned out by the driving need pulsing in his altered body. His hips undulated on the table, a blatant, shameless invitation.
Professor Tok made a pleased sound, tentacles tapping at his data pad. "The subject is displaying optimal receptivity and eagerness to breed. Conditioning and pharmacological intervention appear to be a resounding success."
With a few more taps, the metal restraints fell away from Juro's wrists and ankles with a series of clanks. But Juro made no move to close his legs or cover himself.
Instead, he immediately reached down and hooked his hands behind his knees, pulling his legs up and out in a lewd display.
The new position tilted his hips up further, presenting his slick hole to the room. His rim, puffy and glistening pink from the speculum's stretch, twitched and winked, beckoning the students forward.
"Breed me," Juro mewled, too far gone to feel anything other than desire. "Pour your seed in me, as deep as you can. I want to be full of your babies."
Juro's hands slid from his thighs to his ass, his fingers sinking into the generous flesh. Shamelessly, he pulled his cheeks apart, splaying himself open even further, revealing the slick depths of his eager cunt to his equally eager audience.
Professor Tok pulled up his data pad ready to take notes. “You may begin.”
***
Months later, Juro was barely recognizable as the same man who had first been strapped to the breeding bench. His once flat stomach now bulged, stretched taut and heavy with the fruit of countless breedings.
Juro lay back on the exam table, his gravid belly rising before him like a mountain. His legs were splayed wide, feet locked into stirrups on either side of the table. After months of near constant use and alteration, the humiliation he’d once felt about his altered body was a distant thing, drowned out by the constant, gnawing ache of need that suffused him.
During his frequent examinations, the Professor allowed his students to soothe Juro by letting him suck their cocks while his man cunt was poked and prodded. Today was no different and, while the professor helped himself to Juro’s bottom, the human subject was slurping happily away on a student’s knob.
Professor Tok loomed between Juro's spread thighs, tentacles probing and examining Juro's distended stomach with clinical detachment. The alien pressed down on Juro's belly, assessing the firmness and position of the hybrid fetuses squirming within.
"Gestation is progressing well," Professor Tok announced to the gathered students, who watched the examination. "The subject's womb has expanded to accommodate the multiple pregnancies. I estimate he is currently carrying at least a half a dozen offspring."
Juro moaned around the thick alien cock pumping between his lips, the degrading talk washing over him. The alien cock in his mouth pulled out with a wet pop and was immediately replaced by another, the student eagerly taking his turn using Juro's throat. Juro accepted it mindlessly, his red-rimmed eyes glazed and unfocused.
Both of Juro's hands were occupied as well, stroking and squeezing the cocks of two other students who crowded close to the exam table. The aliens groaned and thrust into Juro's grip, their shafts pulsing and leaking over his busy fingers.
Below, Professor Tok pushed a long, thick tentacle into Juro's slick, gaping hole, the appendage sinking deep into Juro's altered channel until it was buried to the root.
Juro whimpered around the cock in his mouth as he felt the tentacle push past his abused prostate to wriggle into his gravid womb. The professor's probing appendage stroked over the heavy globes of the hybrid fetuses, assessing their size and activity.
Juro's hips rolled shamelessly, grinding down on the invading tentacle, greedy for more stimulation. His grossly enlarged clit throbbed, the engorged bud peeking out from beneath its hood, red and glistening.
He wished one of the aliens would touch it. Flick it. Suck it. Anything. Juro pumped his hips up and down, hoping the professor would understand what he wanted.
Professor Tok withdrew his tentacle from Juro's spasming cunt with a wet squelch. "The offspring have shifted into position," the alien announced. "Dilation is progressing rapidly. Prepare to receive the newborns."
…What?
Juro panted harshly as the cocks withdrew from his mouth and hands. He started to say, “Wait, I’m not ready,” but he only managed to say “Wait,” before his body became consumed by the overwhelming sensations of impending birth. Slick gushed from his clenching hole, his abused vaginal walls stretching impossibly wider with each contraction.
The first hybrid infant crowned at Juro's entrance, bulging out his swollen, glistening folds. Juro threw his head back and screamed, the sound raw and animalistic, as the alien newborn forced its way out of his straining body. With a gush of fluids, the infant slipped out from between Juro's thighs and into Professor Tok's waiting tentacles.
"A healthy male specimen," the professor declared, holding up the wriggling, fluid-drenched newborn for the students to see.
The newborn hybrid squirmed in Professor Tok's tentacles, mewling and blinking up at the bright lab lights. Though wet with birth fluids, the resemblance to Bocci was unmistakable - the infant had a puppy-like muzzle, floppy ears, and a little tail that wagged weakly.
Bocci stepped forward, his own tail wagging excitedly as he reached for his offspring. Professor Tok handed the newborn over and Bocci cradled it tenderly, his long tongue swiping over the baby to clean away the remnants of afterbirth. The infant yipped and nuzzled into Bocci's furry chest, seeking warmth and comfort.
After a thorough cleaning, Bocci carried the pup back to Juro. He laid the baby gently on the human's heaving chest. Instinctively, the infant rooted around, its little muzzle questing until it latched onto one of Juro's swollen, leaking nipples. Juro gasped at the sudden draw on his sensitive flesh as the pup began to suckle hungrily, its tiny paws kneading at the giving mound of Juro's breast.
Juro had only a moment to process the strange sensation of nursing before another strong contraction seized him. He groaned, bearing down, and the next two babies crowded his birth canal. With a gush of fluids, a pair of humanoid shark infants slithered out onto the table between Juro's quivering thighs.
The twins were sleek and streamlined, their skin a mottled gray. Slits on either side of their necks fluttered - rudimentary gills not yet ready for water. Delicate fins protruded from their spines and the backs of their arms. When they blinked up at the room, their eyes were pure black, fathomless and glossy.
Gex surged forward, scooping up his progeny with a delighted croon. The infants burbled and chirped, their little mouths filled with rows of tiny, sharp teeth.
"I knew our offspring would be exquisite," Gex crooned, his own razor-sharp smile stretching wide. He looked up at Juro with gleaming eyes. "You and I make quite the pair, sweet thing."
Juro could only moan weakly in response, his body wracked with another powerful contraction. He bore down, feeling an incredible pressure as the next infant pushed insistently at his stretched opening. With a drawn out groan and a gush of fluids, a baby tumbled out to land on the table.
This newborn was quite different from the others. Its body was covered in fine, interlocking plates of chitin, a soft pale gray like oyster shells. A stubby horn protruded from its brow, the surface ridged and spiraled.
The infant lay curled on the table, its little limbs tucked close to its armored body. Then suddenly, the tiny horn began to vibrate and emit a low, thrumming hum. The sound resonated through the room, a deep, soothing pulse.
Rorne stepped forward, his own magnificent horn glowing and vibrating in response, the two appendages harmonizing. The proud sire reached down and scooped his offspring up, cradling the infant against his armored chest. The baby's hum intensified, its horn strobing in a rhythmic pattern that perfectly matched Rorne's.
"A strong, healthy Cornet," Professor Tok declared. "The horn-song has already begun, the bond between sire and progeny established."
Rorne carried the humming infant over to Juro and carefully laid it on the human's chest next to the suckling pup. The baby Cornet immediately latched onto Juro's other nipple, its toothless mouth clamping down and sucking hungrily.
As it nursed, its little horn continued to flicker and hum, the vibrations travelling directly into Juro's sensitive nipple. Juro gasped, back arching at the strange but not unpleasant sensation. It felt like a buzzing warmth spreading through his chest, stimulating his milk production.
Juro panted. He was lost in a haze of intense sensation - the stretching burn of his contracting womb, the relief of expelling each squirming infant, the demanding pull of hungry mouths on his nipples.
Juro had no respite, however, as yet another fetus was already pushing insistently at his stretched opening.
For hours, Juro labored, his body wracked with contractions. Each new birth brought a fresh wave of agony and an unwelcome spark of ecstasy as his nerve endings fired wildly, pleasure and pain inseparably melded.
By the time the final offspring squirmed free of his passage, Juro was limp and glassy-eyed on the table, his abused body shiny with sweat, fluids, and iridescent afterbirth. A half-dozen alien infants wriggled on his chest and between his splayed thighs, chirping and burbling.
"Splendid," Professor Tok said, tentacles efficiently cleaning and checking over each newborn hybrid. "The offspring are healthy and display an excellent variety of traits from each species. This breeding session has been a resounding success."
The professor turned his attention back to Juro's exhausted form. Tentacles gently probed at Juro's puffy, inflamed genitals, assessing the damage from the multiple births.
Professor Tok continued his examination of Juro's body, tentacles prodding and assessing. "The subject's body has handled the strain of the multiple births remarkably well," the alien commented clinically. "The elasticity of the rectal tissues is quite impressive. With minimal healing and hormone adjustments, he should be ready for insemination again very soon."
Juro could only moan weakly as the professor handled his most intimate areas, still lost in the haze of post-birth endorphins and conditioning. His altered mind latched onto the implication in Professor Tok's words - that he would soon be bred again, his body used as an incubator for more alien young. His exhausted cunt clenched weakly at the thought, a fresh trickle of slick leaking out to join the fluids already pooled beneath his hips.
Professor Tok noticed Juro's response and made a pleased trilling sound. "Excellent, the subject is already showing signs of eagerness to continue breeding. The psychological conditioning has taken a deep hold."
The professor signaled to his assistants, who approached the exam table carrying trays loaded with vials and equipment. "Administer the healing nanites and fertility boosters," Tok instructed. "I want him ready for the next round of inseminations as soon as possible."
Juro whimpered as he was injected with syringes of glowing fluids, barely feeling the sting of the needles through the residual pain and pleasure suffusing his body. Almost immediately, he could feel a tingling warmth spreading through his loins as the alien drugs went to work, knitting his abused tissues back together and priming his body to be bred again.
As the assistants worked, Professor Tok turned to address the gathered students and researchers. "This session has proven the viability of our breeding program beyond any doubt. The human specimen has successfully produced offspring with an unprecedented variety of our species."
The alien audience chittered and clicked excitedly, their own tentacles and appendages squirming with eagerness as they eyed Juro's prone form.
"With the data and genetic material gathered from this phase of the experiment, we can now move forward with the next stage," Professor Tok continued, their single eyeball glowing with a triumphant light. "Negotiations are underway to acquire more human subjects to expand our breeding stock. With the serum and techniques perfected on this specimen, we can now streamline the process of altering and conditioning new breeders."
Juro's drug-clouded mind reeled at the professor's words, horror and revulsion warring with the artificially induced need that pulsed through him. They were going to take more humans, warp and reshape their bodies and minds just like they had done to him, to serve as broodmares for alien young.
Some dim spark of Juro's former humanity rallied at the thought, a weak surge of protective outrage rising in his chest. But it was quickly smothered, consumed by the ever-present ache of need that consumed him now. The drugs and conditioning had done their work too well - Juro's mind and body were no longer his own, irrevocably altered to crave the degradation and violation of being used as a breeder.
Even as some distant part of him wept for the fate of those future victims, Juro's treacherous body responded with a surge of dark arousal. His abused hole clenched and released, a fresh gush of slick coating his thighs at the thought of others being subjected to the same depraved alterations and training.
Made for this... Designed for this... The mantra pulsed in time with the pleasure sparking through Juro's nerves, etching itself deeper into his psyche with every tweak and pull.
Professor Tok's tentacles stroked almost gently over Juro's flushed skin, tracing the new curves and valleys of his distorted form with a proprietary air. "You have been an excellent prototype," the alien crooned, "the perfect vessel to refine our methods. But now it is time to expand production, and your role must evolve as well."
The door to the lab slid open with a pneumatic hiss, drawing Juro's attention from his post-partum haze. Two of Professor Tok's assistants entered, flanking a naked, stumbling human form between them. The figure was male, young and fit, with terror stark on his face as he took in the nightmare tableau of the breeding room.
"Wh-what is this place?" the young man stammered, wild eyes darting from the alien machinery to Juro's altered, fluid-spattered form on the table. "What the hell is going on?!"
"Ah, our new acquisition," Professor Tok said, gliding over to inspect the quaking human. Tentacles slithered out, grasping the man's jaw and turning his head this way and that. "A prime specimen. Healthy and virile. He will make an excellent addition to the program."
The captive jerked his head away from the alien's probing touch, chest heaving with panicked breaths. "Program? What program? Let me go, you fucking freaks!"
Professor Tok ignored the outburst, turning instead to look at Juro. "It is time for you to assume your new role," the alien informed him. "This neophyte will need guidance and instruction as he is altered and conditioned. Who better to teach him than our prototype breeder?"
A dark thrill shuddering through Juro. He would be the one to guide the new arrival into the world of depraved pleasure that had become his entire existence.
His body moved almost of its own accord, sliding off the examination table on unsteady legs. Fluids dripped obscenely down his thighs as he stumbled towards the restrained man, his enlarged breasts swaying heavily with each step.
The young man's eyes widened in horror as Juro approached, taking in the changes that had been done to his body - the swollen curves, his missing balls, the red, puffy clit glistening between his legs instead of a penis, the unnatural swell of his nipples atop massive, milk-laden breasts. He recoiled as much as his bonds allowed, trying to shy away from Juro's reaching hands.
"N-no, stay away from me!" the captive stammered, straining against the iron grip of his alien handlers. "What the fuck did they do to you?!"
Juro just smiled, a dreamy, blissed-out expression that sat oddly on his flushed, debauched face. He pressed himself against the young man, smearing his fluids on the other's quivering skin.
"Shhh, don't fight it," Juro cooed, his voice husky and slurred. "Just relax and let it happen. Let them help you find your true purpose."
The man shook his head frantically, eyes rolling wildly in his head as he tried to process the nightmare he had found himself in. "True purpose? What the fuck are you talking about?! I don't want this! Please, you have to help me escape!"
Juro just laughed, a tinkling, unhinged sound. His fingers found the captive's nipples and pinched, drawing a shocked yelp from the man. "There is no escape," Juro purred, rolling the sensitive nubs between thumb and forefinger. "This is what we were made for."
He pressed his fluid-smeared body closer, until he could feel the terrified hammering of the young man's heart against his own swollen breasts.
"They're going to change you, like they changed me," Juro breathed, his gaze distant and glassy as he recalled his own transformation. "They'll open you up. And fill you up. And stick you and pump you and fuck you. Oh, it’s going to feel so good."
The captive made a choked sound of revulsion, renewing his struggles. But Juro pressed his lips against the captive's ear, murmuring soothingly even as his hands continued their relentless exploration of the young man's body. "Shhh, don't struggle. Don’t be scared. I used to be scared."
Juro's fingers dipped lower, brushing over the captive's quivering abs, teasing along the cut of his hip bones. The young man jolted at the touch, a whimper catching in his throat.
"But then they showed me the pleasure. Opened me up to heights of ecstasy I never knew existed." Juro's hand cupped the captive's soft genitals, rolling them gently in his palm. "They'll do the same for you."
The captive shook his head frantically, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "No, no, please, I don't want that! You have to help me, please!"
Juro smiled, a fractured, blissed out thing. He leaned in, capturing the young man's trembling lips in a deep kiss. The captive squeaked into Juro's mouth, trying weakly to turn his head away. But Juro was relentless, his tongue pushing past the seal of the man's lips to sinuously wrap around his tongue, coaxing him into a sordid dance.
Moaning into the forced kiss, Juro let his hands roam lower, cupping the tight globes of the young man's ass. He pulled the cheeks apart, baring the captive's asshole to the avid gazes of the watching aliens.
Juro broke the kiss with a slurp, a string of saliva connecting their mouths for a lurid moment.
"I will help you. Help you accept the beautiful fate that awaits you." Juro punctuated his words with a squeeze to the young man's ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh. "Just like the professor helped me."
Juro looked over his shoulder at Professor Tok and the waiting aliens, their tentacles and appendages squirming with eagerness, fluids dripping to splatter on the floor. Professor Tok loomed behind them, their eyeball glowing with avid interest as they observed their prototype grooming the new acquisition.
Holding the professor's unblinking gaze, Juro slowly licked his lips, a deliberate, vulgar motion. His voice was low and heavy with promise as he purred, "Let’s begin."
Juro cradled the trembling, weeping captive in his arms, holding him close even as he bore him down to the fluid-slicked floor. The young man struggled weakly, whimpering in terror. But Juro just cooed soothingly, stroking the captive's hair with a gentleness belied by the unnatural strength in his grip.
"Shhh, it's okay, I've got you," Juro murmured, his voice a hypnotic purr. "We'll do this together. I'll guide you through every step, show you how. You'll be begging for their cocks soon enough, just like I did."
As he spoke, Juro shifted their positions, splaying his legs wide open to expose his own wet opening. Holding the new subject on top of him, Juro pulled the young man's ass cheeks apart, baring his backdoor hole to the room. Their holes were stacked on top of each other like a double-decker bus.
The captive renewed his struggles, but Juro continued to hold him in place.
"And now," Juro breathed, his eyes glittering with unnatural hunger, “you will receive your first breeding. Prepare to be initiated."
As if on cue, the waiting aliens surged forward, unable to hold themselves back any longer. Tentacles and cocks and squirming appendages reached out, eager to sink into the offered holes.
The captive screamed as an alien cock entered him. But his cries quickly morphed into choked gurgles as tentacles pushed into his mouth and down his throat, muffling his protests.
Juro moaned wantonly as a thick, ridged tentacle speared into his sopping cunt, stretching him wide. “Shhh, don’t fight it. Let them take you however they desire. Be grateful to their cocks.”
Juro rocked his hips back to meet the brutal thrusts, reveling in the delicious stretch and burn of being split open on an alien cock once more. His altered mind floated away on a haze of pleasure-pain, his awareness narrowing down to the feeling of being filled and used. Juro held the struggling human against him, humping his clit against the other human. He revelled as each alien thrust into his companion’s rear provided even more stimulation.
As the aliens rutted into them, Juro's thoughts drifted dreamily. He imagined his womb swelling with a new clutch of alien offspring, his belly and tits growing heavy and ripe, being milked and fucked from dawn to dusk. He pictured the captive beside him, his flat stomach distending obscenely as alien spawn took root in his guts.
On top of him, the young man sobbed and thrashed, impaled on the thick alien shafts. But Juro knew it was only a matter of time before the captive learned to crave the stretch and burn, to find ecstasy in the degradation, just as Juro had.
Juro wondered idly how many children they would bear together, kept in a constant state of pregnancy and lactation, to be used as milking and breeding vessels.
Distantly, Juro felt the blunt press of a cock against his lips and he opened obediently, his jaw going slack to allow the musky shaft to slide over his tongue and down his throat. At the same time, the slick nudge of a tentacle at his puffy asshole made him moan around the flesh gagging him, his body instinctively bearing down on the probing tip.
As the secondary appendage sank into Juro's clutching heat, stretching him even fuller, a thought bubbled up through the haze of lust and conditioning clouding his mind. This was happiness. This was his purpose, his reason for being. To be filled and used and bred, over and over, his humanity stripped away until he was nothing but a willing receptacle for alien pleasure.
The realization settled over him like a warm blanket, smothering the last, flickering ember of his former self under a flood of blissed out acceptance. Juro surrendered utterly to the sensations wracking his body and the glorious future of depravity stretching before him, at peace in his altered, eternal enslavement.
THE END