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Minho tugged on his chains. They wrapped around his naked torso, holding him against the vertical medical bed, with an additional set of chains to tie down his hands and feet. He couldn’t see the room very clearly above the muzzle on his face, only medical equipment in grotesquely poppy colors. Like it was a playroom and he was a plaything. On the shelves there were flasks with green liquid in them, loose eyeballs that were so forgotten about they seemed fake, old-fashioned electrical equipment, and a set of babydolls holding hands. Sick, childlike innocence mixed with something sinister.He didn’t know what about his predicament bothered him the most. Minho had simply been riding his motorcycle, stopped to take a piss on the side of the road, and now he was here. He turned his head to the side as best he could, following the sound of someone scribbling in a notebook. He blinked in an attempt to make out the shape of them, but had trouble seeing very far. In addition to the physical restraints…he must have been drugged, too. “Hush now,” the person said, turning around to look at him through broken, circular glasses. “I’m almost done, and then the fun can finally begin.”
Fun, huh?
Minho didn’t like the sound of that. The person got up from their chair. The clothes they wore were ripped and stained, their hair was sticking up in all directions, and on their face, smeared across their eyes, was iridescent shimmering makeup. They shuffled papers, hitting them against the table to make a neat pile, and then turned around. “Now, my darling,” they said, picking up a syringe from the table next to him, filled with that green liquid. “You have my full, undivided attention.”Minho shut his eyes, squeezing them shut so he wouldn’t see the needle go in, and continued to do so even after they were finished. He didn’t want to see what was going to happen to him. “A shy one?” they asked, leaning close enough to Minho’s muzzled face that he could feel their breath on his cheek as they spoke. They chuckled. “That won’t be the case for much longer….assuming my calculations are correct.”“What are you doing to me?” He could talk through the muzzle, although he couldn’t open his mouth very wide with the metal digging into his cheeks where the thing was tied. He opened his eyes to see the person staring deeply into them. One of their eyes was a pale blue, staring straight into his soul, while the green one held a hint of mischief in it. A sort of deranged, feral instinct peeking out as it looked at him. “You’ll see,” they said playfully. “That’s the best part. I hope you take the serum much better than the others.”They ran their fingers along his naked, muscled chest, making him shiver. “You’re sick,” he ground out, flinching away from their touch. “And in a few moments, you will be, too.”They turned around, unbuttoning their top in preparation for whatever was about to happen. He watched their hands move delicately, undressing with their back turned. He followed the shape of them down, sweeping his eyes along their back and waist. They had such a small waist…Minho clenched, warmth spreading through him, peppering his cheeks. The sensation grew rapidly, racing down his spine, filling his stomach with liquid heat. And then…He felt it in his groin. His eyes were glued to them as they tossed their shirt on the floor, turning around right as he became hard. And he grew. And grew. Bigger than ever before. His cock throbbed something terrible, and his stomach clenched with arousal so badly it hurt. Minho needed to fuck. “Oh, fabulous!” they said, clasping their hands together. “Absolutely perfect. My greatest creation.”They stared at his cock with wonder in their deranged eyes. He felt his thoughts begin to slip from his mind, forgetting all about the danger he was in. All he wanted was to fuck. All he needed was the person in front of him. And they were beautiful. He wasn’t going to deny that. Their slim, pale frame. Their pretty face and cherry lips. How they looked at him as they got on their knees in front of him…He groaned as their tongue darted out, licking along the obnoxiously long length of him, swirling around his tip. They took him into their small mouth, adjusting their jaw so they would be able to fit his cock in deeper. He twitched in response, their warm, wet mouth so perfect he could have cum right then. “Fuck,” he breathed, twisting in his chains. They preened at the praise and gripped onto his thighs, pushing their head down to take him into their tight throat.“Perfect,” he said. “Look at you taking me so well. You’re so perfect for me.”
What the hell was he saying?
Perfect? They were a fucking monster.
And yet, him losing his mind was real. Him wanted them was real. They choked on him a few times before falling backwards onto the floor, panting. Saliva dripped from their mouth onto their chest, and they didn’t bother wiping it. A look of pure, divine pleasure was planted on their face. Minho only became more horny seeing it. He tugged at his chains again, licking his lips like a dog being refused the bone right in front of them. “Yes, my creature,” they said hoarsely, crawling back to where he was chained. “You want me, don’t you? You won’t harm me now, will you?”“Never,” he said, against his will. They stood, racing to the table to grab the keys. With shaking hands, they unchained him, but kept on his muzzle. When they finished, they moved back a few paces, allowing him to take a step onto the floor. He rolled his aching shoulders, then his head, before staring at them like they were his last meal. They took a hesitant step back, their eyes widening as he lunged forward and grabbed them roughly, bending them against the broken locker along the wall. He pulled their pants down to their knees and spread them open. They were dripping wet for him, their pink pussy making a mess down their thighs. He slid two fingers inside, pumping them in and out before spreading their slick wetness along his massive length. Without hesitating another second, Minho pushed into them, feeling them clench and spasm around his throbbing cock. He placed one hand on their hip, gripping them hard enough to bruise while his other hand fisted in their hair, pulling their head back and arching their back. They cried out in delirious pleasure, their eyes rolling back and fingertips scratching at the metal doors. He sunk himself as deep as his cock could fit into their tight heat and unleashed himself, pounding their pussy, groaning at every sound he dragged from their lips. “Y-yes, my creature,” they moaned, licking their lips, drool dripping from the corners. “That’s it! Minho was sick. They were right about that. They both were. Minho slammed into them, his hand moving from their hip and wrapping around to the front their small waist, feeling his cock bulging from their tummy. It was so good he lost the last piece of himself, his transformation into something more like a beast than man coming to completion at last. He was nothing more than a fuck toy, a mutated creature with nothing left but his carnal desires. And he loved it. Pleasure coursed through him, ecstasy ripping violently through his body as he pounded them. Their legs shook violently beneath him, their orgasm crashing through their slim body and milking him, gripping his dick so hard he saw stars. He rutted deep, filling them up with so much cum it gushed from around the sides of his cock. Completely drained, Minho pulled out, falling onto his back in a sleepy haze. “My pet,” they said, tears of joy spilling from their fucked-out eyes. “I’ll keep you forever.”