Metamorphodick Ch. 01

Meela's orgasm begins to subside, her inner walls gently undulating around my dick. My own orgasm is almost here. Looking down at Meela, writhing on the pallet, getting her breath back after coming so hard, I am hit by the possibilities: I could come inside her pussy; I could come on her beautiful tits; I could come on her face; I could come in her mouth, down her throat. Just thinking about these images sends me over the edge, making my decision for me. My cock jolts, I grab hold of Meela's hips, and my cock erupts inside her. Still thrusting, I pump my seed deep into Meela's cunt.

Somewhere in the blissful nothingness of my orgasm, I am aware of another set of controls. I mentally flip a switch and, just like back in the blacksite, I carry on coming.

"Oh my god," Meela cries as I continue spurting jizz deep inside her. "Fuck, there's so much. How are you still coming?"

Instead of answering, I pull my pulsing cock out of her pussy. As my head pops out, it shoots a thick rope of cum over her belly. I grab my shaft and, pointing my cock, spurt semen all over Meela's tits, covering her mounds in white, sticky fluid.

I'm not done yet. Leaning over Meela, still pumping my dick, I shoot my cum over her face, thick ropes of the stuff splashing on her chin and her lips; streamers of spunk squirt over her eyes, up her forehead, into her hair. She opens her mouth, to protest or encourage I don't know, and I take the opportunity. I ram my cock into her mouth, filling it with cum. I thrust myself down her throat, spurting mt seed into her. She gags, coughs, and spunk spurts out from between her lips, dribbles down her chin.

She frantically slaps at my buttocks, and I come back to myself. I fumble inside my head and switch off my orgasm. I withdraw my cock from Meela's mouth. Her face is coated in cum and saliva; semen covers her tits and belly as well.

"Sorry," I say sheepishly. "I'm still getting used to whatever it was they did to me."

Meela's smiles tentatively. "It's OK," she says. Then she starts rubbing my cum into her skin, moving her hands across her tits and her stomach. "At least we're a bit warmer now."

She zips up her coveralls, sealing my warm cum against her skin. I realise that I'm sweating, and I zip myself up. I lie down beside Meela on the pallet, and we fall asleep.

***

I awaken to a crashing sound, followed by a prolonged hiss. I open my eyes and look around. Meela is no longer on the pallet with me. Instead, she is standing by the ship's door, which is sliding open. Three men, all in silver coveralls and reflective helmets, walk through the door to stand by Meela in the cramped space.

"This him?" one of the newcomers asks, gesturing towards me.

"Yeah," Meela replies. Her expression is cold, professional.

"You can confirm the augments?" the newcomer asks.

Meela laughs curtly and looks me over, like someone appraising a potential purchase. "Oh yes," she says. "Likely a complete reproductive overhaul. At least control over basic physical characteristics and volume of ejaculate. You'd need further testing to determine the full extent."

"Noted," says the newcomer. He motions to his companions and they approach the pallet.

"What's going on?" I ask Meela.

"It's nothing personal," she says. "Whatever they did to you could be of great assistance in our fight against the Corp. Take comfort in the fact that your sacrifice will help usher in freedom for the galaxy."

"Sacrifice," I gasp. "Wait, no, I..."

I try to disentangle myself from the heavy blanket and get off the pallet. The two helmeted figures grab me, and I struggle against them, pleading with Meela. One of the figures produces a device with a hypodermic needle and presses it to my neck. Darkness takes me once again.

What is it with me and darkness?