Debt Slave Ch. 01

Jean gasps in surprise and pleasure as the thick, viscous ooze works to fill his insides. His cock twitches with need as it goes unmolested aside from its drug-induced state. Slowly, the creature seems to push further and further inside of him, expanding to fill what feels like every nook and cranny.

Little did Jean realize that the violation was only just beginning. Despite the way it felt, the slime had barely even entered Jean's ass. Perhaps the false assumption came from his fraying sanity, more likely it came from his chemically inflamed senses. In either case, it didn't take long for that first tendril to find what it was looking for: his prostate.

The slime needed to mold Jean's body, to move many of his inner organs. The functional portions of his penis needed to make room for the fuckhole that would soon join them. Now that it had a grasp on one side, it worked to find its way to the proper parts of the other.

Jean watched as another tendril reached up in between his legs, engulfed his cock, and thrust itself down inside his shaft. The texture surrounding his dick was pillowy, suspending his cock in a gelatinous cloud. What penetrated him was totally different, entirely unlike that of the appendage inside his anus, it felt thin and runny as it oozed inside of him. The tapered-end that still hung outside of him seemed to push, ever so slowly, impossibly deeper into his cock.

The sensations from both ends spread deeper and deeper into him. As the slime pushed into the base of his cock, the ooze inside his ass felt like it started to balloon inside of him. It grated against his prostate, pushing it up and forward towards his dick. It pushed against his hip joints, as if forcing them wider. It hurt just a little, but it hurt right. It hurt good.

With a lusty, deep-throated moan, Jean cums.

Not a single drop is allowed past the slime, as it absorbs all of the jizz. The slime keeps it inside of itself, consuming a source of DNA to change as it pushes deeper into Jean.

Despite Jean's orgasm, the tentacles within him continue to hump away as the rest of the body is inexorably shifting Jean's insides and dna to match the prescribed image of a femme fatale. The work is arduously slow and wondrously pleasurable as it shifts the bone structure of his hips to accommodate both a more womanly figure as well as the vagina that has yet to be formed.

The slime penetrating Jean's cock makes its way into the scrotum. The slimes pushing at both ends almost seem to vibrate inside him at this point. They are so close to touching, yet flesh still forms a barrier between them. All at once, the slime tendrils pull towards each other inside of him. The slime in his balls pulls tightly against his pubis just as the slime surrounding his prostate pushes up and towards the base of his cock.

With an odd tugging sensation, his balls are suddenly gone, pulled inside of him. The slime tendrils are connected inside of his flesh, bringing him even further pleasure.

It is at this point that another tendril of slime finds its way in between Jean's legs. This time, just on the underside of his cock, on his taint. It begins a slow push inwards at that point. The other tendrils drag out the slow grind on his prostate, focusing his attention.

Jean yelps and bucks against his restraints with the newly added stimulation, "Wait a minute! Where is that one going?"

Nijue crouches in front of Jean, now easily seen and even a bit less covered than before. She is clearly quite amused. "Just sit there and take it like a good girl. Focus on the feeling rather than the destination. I recommend enjoying this while it lasts..." she smirks before sitting up and rolling her chair closer to Jean's head.

A long, loud moan escapes Jean, and he clenches his eyes shut in an attempt to ignore what is happening between his loins. He continues to ignore as much as he can as the feeling of slime creeps atop his body. He moans again, his intentional ignorance only lasting until his moan is forced back into his throat unexpectedly. Without warning, a tentacle of alien ooze pushes eagerly into Jean's mouth. Jean breathes deeply, trying to intake oxygen before the slime invades his throat. It oozes ever downward, but Jean surprisingly finds himself able to breathe.

Just as he realizes that he can breath through the slime slowly forcing its way down his throat, Jean finds another new sensation tugging at his attention. Somehow, the tendril poking at his taint has moved into him, pushing towards his hips. It seems to be carving a new gouge in his flesh, between his colon and the base of his cock where his prostate has moved. This tendril pushes deeper and deeper, forcing a new hole into his loins.

Nijue leans in and whispers to Jean, "This is my favorite part..." He looks over and finds her staring straight into his eyes, her hand clearly moving up and down within her pants.

"You haven't realized yet have you? Not fully at least." She grins at him, and with her free hand motions at his groin. The entire time her eyes never leave his, not wanting to miss the instant of realization.

"That new tendril, the one that's digging into your taint? That's the one forming your vagina! As soon as it branches to the sides and forms your womb, you are no longer the man you once were, and you never will be again..."

The shock from Nijue's reveal and her choice of words suddenly change the feeling Jean was experiencing in his nethers. The sensation goes from pleasurable to uncomfortable, the sensation turns sharp as it enters the deepest part of his gut, just below his navel. A hard pinch, a feeling spreading away from the central tendril, a pleasurable curling in an odd and familiar shape, and then it's there.

Jean moans as a new sensation floods her loins. The feeling of penetration is no longer uncomfortable or wrong. It's as if everything was suddenly right with the world, all four of her holes, her mouth, her ass, her cock, and her brand new vagina filled to bursting.

Right next to Jean's ear, Nijue moans lewdly in ecstasy. "That's it girl! Cum for me! Work your fresh little cunt and cum like the whore you're becoming!"

Without hesitation, Jean clenches as she always does. As if possessed, her muscles clench down on everything inside of her, her tongue, her jaw, her new vaginal walls. Jean realizes that she was about to cum before Nijue told her to, without her even realizing that she was getting close. The muscles in the head of her new, ever so slightly longer cock cum like she had not since she was a teenager.

Something is incredibly different from her prior ejaculation. Her pussy as the slime forcefully coaxes an orgasm from it, taking advantage of the rest of her body's activity. It flows down her legs as more and more of her cum is pulled from her body. The slime tentacle is like a flexible cup, sucking at the back of her, trying to pull even more from her. She wants to collapse into her chair, but can't do so since she is held in place by thick leather straps.

Jean is just in the middle of recovering when Nijue presses her lips to Jean's lips and forces her tongue into her mouth. Her eyes are lidded, full of lust and intent. Her hands both work to massage Jean's chest. A low growl builds in the back of her throat as she twists Jean's nipples to try to incite another orgasm from her as the slime moving down her throat seems to build just beneath Nijue's ministrations. With a start, Jean suddenly realizes that the slime seems to cover the entirety of the inside of her body. It pushes and pulls at her flesh and bones, warping the pain of the motion with the pleasure of her budding second orgasm.

Nijue twisted and pulled at Jean's nipples. The flesh seemed to follow her movements, bursting forth with new weight, heft, and sensation. Jean cried out and sucked heavily upon Nijue's tongue, eager for stimulation as the pressure began to build even more inside her. She had never considered having this much focus in this region before today. She could never have imagined how wonderful tits could feel on the receiving end in the past. She wanted more, another twist, a pinch, some pulling, even perhaps something heavier. Something that would make her chest bounce in a most satisfying manner.

Nijue abruptly pulled back from their kiss and abruptly withdrew her tongue, releasing the newest nub of Jean's chest. Just as before, she crouched in front of Jean just as she was getting close. The sudden loss of such intense stimulation had Jean whimpering in a near-instant, "What the fuck?! Don't fucking tease me like that! Untie me and let me get this fucking cum-blob of a monster out of me!"

A knowing smile played on Nijue's features as she gave a single laugh, "Now, now my burgeoning little futa... That cum-blob of a monster is doing its job, fucking your flesh into all the right places. When it's done fucking your insides, I'll let you fuck it out of yourself and into me. Then you can fuck and fill me."

Nijue shifted her grip, her center of gravity, and before Jean could even blink NIjue's hands slid under her ass cheeks and jerked her body forward against its restraints. She couldn't help but choke against the inside-out stretching of her flesh. The tentacle slowly slithered inside her cock, a pleasure that her old self would have never imagined. And worse, her pussy keeps a hold of the ooze, much like it ⁸would a cock. Instead of it sliding out from inside her, it was an excruciatingly pleasurable, ever so slow pull at her new vulva from within.

And then Nijue planted her face directly into Jean's crotch. Her tongue shot between Jean's folds like a piercing dart. The insatiable modder twirled her tongue against Jean's outer clit, working in concert with the tentacles pulsing inside her.

Jean could feel as her body changed and warped. She could feel as the slime traipsed through her ovaries and cock. She could feel it as her body shrunk in on itself with the exception of her ass, tits, and cock. Everything became lighter, smoother, more sensual. And then came the pleasure, and it came in ever-crashing waves, more intense with each crash. She felt the slime-cock ooze deeper inside her, thinning itself and reaching up into her newly-formed ovaries. There wasn't any pain as the slime stretched and molded her most intimate of places, only pleasure and the incredible tightness of her changes. Jean was completely drained of semen in mere moments, the slime consuming it and filling her insides.

However, while Jean was trapped in a constant state of climax, Nijue stepped back. She moved quickly and dexterously to unfasten and release Jean from her restraints. She continued to assault Jean with her tongue at different places across Jean's body. The slime, with its thick pulsing dick and thinning tentacles throughout her innards, continued to assault Jean's senses and body..

But then Nijue turned to show Jean her ass, bending forward and exposing her pussy. She licked her lips with lust in her eyes, "Come on, I want your futanari cock. And I need it now, no foreplay."

In an instant Jean was in her, thrusting her cock as deeply as she could into Nijue's soaked nethers. Jean shoved her cock deep inside Nijue, her entire length shoved inside the modder in moments. She held Nijue still for a moment at the full depth of her thrust, reveling in how different the sensation felt from when she was a man.

It was at this point that the slime seemed to writhe and know up on itself inside the shaft of her dick. A small nub of the substance pushed itself against the underside of her cock near the base. Within moments, she could feel a soft nubbin of flesh push out from the base of her dick. It pressed into Nijue's pussy and that pressure was somehow so much more than anything she had ever felt with her cock.

"There it is!" Nijue purs, "I can feel your new little clit pressing into my g-spot!" She turns her head to look at Jean from her bent over position. "It's time, Jean. My creation. Fuck me, empty that slime from inside you back into me. Fall to the depths of pleasure that only a modder like me can give you."

And Jean began to piston her hips in and out as if in a wild race. As if she had much control to begin with, any hint of control was completely gone from her now. It became a rut, pure and simple. There was nothing left in Jean's mind but the pleasure and the pussy she intended to fill to the brim. And finally, finally, her first orgasm in her fully-changed new body crashed upon her. It wasn't as gentle as the orgasms of her last as a man. Each wave of pleasurable contractions felt like the tip of a needle and felt across the entirety of her body. Then, there was only one pulse, like a pounding fist that beat against her g-spot, her inner cock, and that final place where the new organs had just begun to take shape.

Inside her, the tentacled ooze seemed to finally slip free of her slowly tightening grasp. With each pulsing movement, she could feel the slime slowly pull free from her inner being. She could feel it as she forced it through herself and out her cock. It came out much like the semen she remembered, at least at first. Her orgasm started similarly, but somehow built within her rather than recede. As it built, the spurts of slime became a stream, then a river. By the time her orgasm had truly reached its peak, she was fucking a constant flow of slime into the modder's pussy.

Her first orgasm as a futanari might not have had as much semen, but it was far more powerful. She couldn't stop herself as the climax hit her. The forceful pressure that had been building inside her suddenly exploded. She'd never experienced anything even close to the sensation, and couldn't help but scream as the blissful explosion burst through her nerves.

Jean could not resist the urge to hug Nijue's hips tightly to her own. Her hands gripped tightly around Nijue's hips, forcing the woman's genitals against her pelvis. Her cock was covered in Nijue's copious juices, which sprayed and leaked freely down the woman's legs. Not a single drop of the slime could be seen, all of it somehow staying within Nijue's over-inflated cunt.

Still holding tightly to the modder, Jean passes out.