7 comments/ 11921 views/ 5 favorites Chad's Challenge By: manyeyedhydra Chad Corbett wasn't going to look at the thing in the corner. He looked up at the mirror on the ceiling instead. Reflected back in it he saw his nude form lying on a pink silk bedspread. Chad was tattooed and buff. He was proud of his body. It had taken long hours at the gym to develop that chest and abs. The bed was big and fancy. It was a proper fancy tart's bed. It was the bed of someone that liked nookie and liked it often. Chad liked nookie too. That was how he'd ended up handcuffed to the bed. His wrists and ankles were chained to the bed posts. They weren't handcuff handcuffs. They were covered in fluffy pink fur—the type of thing you might find in a sex shop, for use in kinky sex games. Chad was well up for kinky sex games on a fancy tart's bed. That was why he'd allowed himself to be handcuffed to the bed posts in the first place. In hindsight that wasn't the smartest decision in the world. His gaze strayed back towards the corner. He checked himself. No, we are not looking at the thing in the corner. He looked up instead. A fancy camera was mounted on a corner bracket and pointed down at the bed. Chad could see his reflection there too, in the blank lens. "Mr Corbett, are you ready to play?" The voice came through a speaker on the wall. The owner sounded like a well-to-do woman in her late forties or early fifties. The accent was very plummy. No, Chad wasn't ready to play. This wasn't the game he thought it'd be. Ineffectually, he tugged at the handcuffs. He stared up at his buff reflection in the mirror. His muscles flexed and bulged, but were no match for steel chains. His head fell back on a soft, scented pillow. How the hell did you get yourself into this mess, Chad? he thought. He found himself looking towards the far corner of the floor. He snapped his gaze back to the ceiling. Don't look at the thing in the corner. * * * * It had started with a conversation down the pub. Chad had had a few. His mates had had a few. As the night wore on the conversation became boozier and less inhibited. The topic of sex came up, as it inevitably did. With it came the usual bravado of young adult men getting beered up. "Perfect career—porn star," Chad said. "What's better than fucking hot women all day and..." he paused for emphasis "...getting paid for it." "I dunno," his mate, Owen, said. "I've heard it's harder than it sounds." "Or rather, isn't always as hard as it sounds," another mate, Jez, added with an elbow and guffaw. "Nah, not all of us have that problem," Chad jabbed back with a wink. "It's more difficult than you think," Owen said. "I read this magazine piece about a kinky tour operator that was offering weekend breaks on the set of porn films, so people could see what goes on behind the scenes, even take part if they want. Some took them up on the taking part bit. The porn actress they interviewed said hardly anyone was able to perform. Said it takes a special sort to get hard and stay hard when all the lights are on them and they're surrounded by a film crew." "I could," Chad stated. "Hardy said the same," Jez said. "You remember him—Andy Hardcastle? Randy Andy. Was always in the knickers of some bird or other. We were out in Prague for a cheap weekend of booze and sex. Hardy and some of the other lads found a brothel with a really weird business model. You didn't have to pay anything. Instead you gave them permission to film it all and put it up on the internet as cheap porn. "Didn't interest me," he continued. "Having film of me having sex put up on the internet for the whole world to see, forever... I'd rather slip a tart a couple of notes and be done with it. Hardy was well up for it, though. Free fucking? No way is he turning that down. He's the only one of us mad enough to go for it, so the rest of us bugger off to the nearest pub and wait for him. "About an hour later he comes back looking like someone's just run over his favourite puppy. "'Couldn't do it, lads,' he said. "'Were they all minging?' we asked. I mean, if they're giving it away for free they're hardly likely to be the hottest chicks in the world. "'That was the worst part,' Hardy said. He told us she was a really fit Russian bird. Really top totty. But once he looked up and saw the camera on the wall, that was it." Jez held up a finger and curled it down while making a sad trombone noise. "I'm not Hardy," Chad said. "It wouldn't bother me in the slightest." "Okay, let's say you are one of those people that can get it up in front of the cameras," Owen said. "It ain't just that. You have to keep it in until the right moment. Getting too excited and spunking your load too early is just as bad as not getting it up." "You don't know my rep," Chad came back with. "I'm Mr Control. It's how I've always been. I get hard when I want to get hard and I don't come until I want to come." Chad was used to people doubting that. When he was younger he hadn't even thought it was that big of a deal. Wasn't it the same for everyone? Apparently not. "How else do you think I've got three on the go... at the same time," he added, and there was much laughter. "If you've got the control, this might be up your street," Benny Barker said to him later the same night. Benny Barker was a guy that hung around on the fringes of their crowd. He wasn't much older than Chad, but he looked way older. His face was pudgy and most of his hair had washed away. Chad's sister described him as 'creepy-looking'. He was proper fugly in Chad's opinion. Nice enough bloke, but proper fugly. Benny handed him a plain pink card. There was some small handwritten text and a phone number at the bottom. "Found this on the noticeboard of the sex shop on Coronet Road." That Benny spent time checking the noticeboards of local sex shops didn't come as any surprise to Chad. Benny was so fugly Chad reckoned the only way he could get laid was by paying for it. "It's some kind of challenge," he said. "Filmed. They try to get you off within twenty minutes and if you're able to hold out you win a hundred quid. I looked into it, but it seemed a little... weird." Chad reckoned Benny had gone for it, only to be turned away for being too fugly. Turned down by prozzies—it didn't get lower than that. Chad was almost drunk enough to let the whole pub know. Almost. There was bantz, and there was being a cunt, and he was still sober enough to know that was being a cunt. Benny gave him the card. "Check it out if it sounds interesting." * * * * Chad checked it out. The voice at the other end of the line confirmed what Benny had said. "Yes. That's right. The prize is one hundred pounds." The woman on the other end of the phone spoke very plummy English. Proper prim'n'proper. Chad pictured a woman in her forties or fifties with flecks of steel in her hair, probably dressed in a no-nonsense business suit. "You will have twenty minutes. If you can withstand the attentions of one of our elite personnel for that long without ejaculating we will pay you the money, cash." A hundred pounds and a fuck, where do I sign up? Chad thought. The woman on the phone gave him an address and time. Challenge accepted! Not that there was any challenge to it. There was no chance of Chad Corbett walking out of there without a hundred-pound note. He was Mr Control. * * * * The address led to a nondescript industrial estate on the edge of town. There's was the last in line—a blocky white building with no signage at all. Benny had been right about the weird part. On the other side of the main entrance was a short corridor terminating in a solid metal door. Chad pressed a doorbell and was buzzed through into a reception area. With no receptionist. Everything else was there—armchairs, coffee table, magazines, watercooler in the corner. Everything but staff. Instead of a live human receptionist there was a speaker sitting on the middle of the reception desk. "Good afternoon, Mr Corbett. So glad you could make it." The same yummy plummy voice Chad had heard on the phone came out of the speaker. They didn't want to show themselves? Freaky, Chad thought. He looked around and saw two CCTV cameras mounted on corner brackets at either end of the room. He gave them a wave. "Before we can start your challenge there is some paperwork I need you to fill out, Mr Corbett. You'll find the forms on the desk next to this speaker." Chad picked up the papers. "What's this?" he asked. "A standard waiver, Mr Corbett. It grants us the right to use your image in any footage we shoot on these premises." The form was written in dense legalese. Chad got about as far as the second paragraph before the words started to blur together. Seemed to be what she said. "So you're going to film this?" he asked. "Yes, Mr Corbett." "And put it up on the internet for pervs to perv over?" "That is the intention, Mr Corbett. Does this bother you?" "No. No," Chad said. "I've always wondered what it would be like to do porn work." He skimmed to the end of the paperwork and left his signature at the bottom. He looked up at the cameras for further instruction. "As soon as you're ready, please go through the far door. Your room is the third door on the left." Chad followed her instructions and entered a fancy-looking bedroom. This was more like it, he thought. A real fancy tart's room. He saw a massive bed covered in frilly pink sheets that reminded him of a massive overflowing cake. An equally large mirror was mounted on the ceiling above the bed. A room with only one purpose—proper filth. "If you could take your clothes off please, Mr Corbett, and lie naked on the bed, our attendants will be along shortly to secure your restraints." The instructions came through another speaker. This one was embedded in the wall to the right of the bed, about halfway up. Chad had noticed the handcuffs attached to the bedposts. They were of the novelty kind and covered in a layer of soft pink fur. Their presence didn't surprise him. The woman on the phone had told him one of the conditions of the challenge was that he had to be bound to the bed. It was to make the challenge fair, supposedly. And safe for the girl. She would have total control. "Having second thoughts, Mr Corbett?" "Nah," Chad replied. He took off his clothes and climbed on top of the bed. It was soft and the sheets were silky smooth. Chad hadn't done the kinky handcuffs thing before. He was curious to see if it was as sexy as people said. "Ready," he called out. The door clicked open and a pair of attendants walked in. They were two tall, leggy girls dressed from head to toe in shiny black latex bodysuits. Very kinky, Chad thought. Even their faces were hidden behind featureless black masks. He wondered how they could even see. Wordlessly, they attached fluffy manacles to his wrists and ankles and checked they were securely attached to the bed posts. Chad admired their bodies while they went about their work. Their skintight latex outfits showed off their curves to good effect. His gaze lingered on the glossy swell of their behinds as, their work done, they walked out of the room. "If you'll please be patient, Mr Corbett. "Your partner is being brought to your room." "Don't I get a choice?" Chad said. He fancied trying out one of those leggy beauties in skintight latex. "No." "What if she's not my type?" "Then it will be considerably easier for you to walk away with a hundred pounds in your pocket, Mr Corbett." He couldn't fault that logic. He wished they were a little quicker in bringing his girl to the room. There was a clock on the far wall. He watched the minute hand sweep by seven minutes with nothing happening. He guessed this was deliberate—make the bloke wait and let his excitement bubble up and up until all they had to do was touch his cock for him to spunk all over the place. Well it wouldn't work on Chad Corbett. Chad Corbett was Mr Control. He didn't come until he wanted to come. He'd been that way even back during his first time. He didn't have to wait too long. After eight minutes the door clicked open and the two latex-clad manikins returned pushing a flatbed trolley between them. And on the flatbed trolley... That was the moment when things went from kinky-weird to full-on crazy-sci-fi-TV-series-weird. On the low, flatbed trolley was... something. It looked like an egg. Not the typical chicken egg you could pick up in cartons of six at the nearest supermarket, but something else, something alien. Something that looked like a prop from a science fiction or horror film. It was approximately four feet high and ovoid in shape. It was purplish-red in colour and covered in a web of thick knotted vines. Chad couldn't tell if it was animal, vegetable, fungus, or even some combination of all three. The two latex-clad beauties carefully lifted the egg off the trolley and placed it in the corner of the room. Then, their jobs done, they walked out of the room and shut the door behind them, leaving Chad chained to the bed and alone with the alien object. The 'egg' was big enough to hold a full-grown person inside, providing they were crouching down with their knees tucked up. It was alive. The sides slowly moved in and out as if it was breathing. Fuck this. Chad tested the chains tethering him to the bed. The manacles might be covered in fake fluffy fur, but they were none the less effective for it. "Is there something the matter, Mr Corbett?" Chad looked up at the camera. "What the fuck is that!" "That? That's your partner, Mr Corbett. Or she will be when she hatches." "Is this some kind of sick joke?" "Not at all, Mr Corbett. The terms of the challenge are the same as before. If you can hold out for twenty minutes without ejaculating, we will send you home with one hundred pounds in your pocket. I'm a woman of my word." Chad looked at the egg. It continued to pulse like a still-living organ dissected from a body. Something was going to hatch out of it. And she said the challenge was for him to hold on for twenty minutes. Chad could laugh. His dick was currently so shrivelled up with fear it was practically inside out and trying to burrow back inside him. He thrashed on the bed and tugged at his chains until the veins were standing out on his neck and saliva flecked his lips. "Mr Corbett, please cease this childish outburst. If you'd just open your mind to accept other possibilities you will find this to be an extremely pleasant experience." Chad stopped struggling. Mainly because it wasn't doing anything. He lay back and stared up at his reflection in the mirror. He banged his head back against one of the over-plump pillows. He'd really got himself into a right mess. * * * * And that was how Chad had ended up chained to the bed next to... no, don't look at it. Thinking with his wrong head. That was the problem. It was just like that time he thought he just had to give Rex Kershaw's missus a good dicking behind Rex's back. Rex had found out and the resulting fight had put both of them in hospital. To make it worse, Rex's missus hadn't even been that good of a shag. Chad pulled at his chains. They weren't going anywhere. He was screwed. Ugh, pick a better word. In a few moments he might actually literally be screwed... by some weird tentacled alien thing. Don't think about it. Don't even look at it. It could be a prop. It could be a prank. Everyone was putting pranks up on Youtube nowadays. It was a special effect. Any minute now some twat was going to burst out of it just so they could film Chad losing his shit. Chad looked at the egg. It was not a prop. Chad banged his head back against the pillow. He wondered how the fuck he was going to get out of this one. Mostly he waited... And waited... "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting like this, Mr Corbett." The voice returned through the speaker. "Predicting the exact moment is not an exact science. If you'll please be patient, I'll start the timer as soon as she's hatched and ready." Chad gave a sarcastic smile and thumbs up to the camera. It wasn't as if he was going anywhere anytime soon. A muted pop and a quiet hiss like air escaping a saggy balloon caught his attention. He looked over and saw the egg was hatching. Peach-coloured slime dribbled out of the cracks. "Ah, I didn't think we'd have to wait too long." Four flaps opened up at the top and peeled away like the skin of a banana. A figure uncoiled and stood up. Slimy membranes slid off their naked form. Her naked form, Chad amended. As the wet membranes stretched and fell away they exposed a slender midriff and curvaceous chest. So it was a prank, Chad thought. Sort of like a stripper-in-a-cake show. Only instead of a cake they'd used some kind of freaky alien egg prop. It must be someone's weird kink. Why they weren't here in person, chained to the bed, to experience it first-hand rather than filming Chad's reaction, Chad had no idea. People were fucking weird. Fuck it. Their loss. He was more than happy to get it on with a porn starlet, especially one with a bod like that. The fake goop she was covered in would wipe off. In fact, Chad would be more than happy to help. He needed little excuse to put his hands on flesh as sexy as that. The girl stretched and gasped as if taking her first breath. She opened her eyes and looked at Chad. And it was Chad's turn to gasp... ...in shock. Her eyes were multifaceted like the compound eyes of a bug. It was not just her eyes either. The slime had plastered her long hair to her skin. Two slender black appendages flicked out of it and stood up at her temples. They twitched around in the air like antennae. Not television or radio antennae, but the insect antennae that had given them their name. It wasn't even the worst. The girl stood up—metaphorically speaking, for she didn't possess legs to stand up with. Her body rose up past the lip of the egg or cocoon and Chad saw she had the lower half of a giant grub. Spindly black appendages hooked over the edge of the egg shell and she heaved herself out and onto the floor. A pulsing pale tube, segmented like the body of an earthworm or maggot, expanded out behind her as she crawled towards the bed. "Your time starts now, Mr Corbett," his unseen observer cheerfully informed him through the speaker. "What! No! You can't be fucking serious!" Chad pulled and tugged on the chains until the fur-lined cuffs dug painfully into his wrists. The girl's fat grub lower half pulsed and undulated as she inched towards him. "Oh Mr Corbett, as I told you before, if you put your silly fears aside you'll discover what she can do to you to be rather pleasurable." Chad would rather she didn't touch him at all. He squirmed ineffectually in his bonds. The girl approached him with a smile. Her lips were full and sensual. The rest of her face was sultry and exotic. Take away those weird compound eyes and twitching antennae and it was a face Chad wouldn't have had a problem with in the slightest. Same for her body. He watched in horror as her plump lower half undulated over the carpet on many scuttling black legs like a giant albino caterpillar. Chad pulled more frantically at the chains binding his wrists and ankles. The girl's mouth opened and closed as she approached the bed. It was as if she was trying to speak but didn't know how to make the sounds. "Don't you think she's beautiful, Mr Corbett?" Uh, no, Chad thought. He pulled up as far on the bed as his chains would allow. It wasn't very far. The alien girl's antennae twitched. Her mouth opened again. This time sounds emerged, but in a nonsense jumble that resembled no language at all. Chad's Challenge Her antennae twitched furiously. It was like they—she—was seeking a signal. She opened her mouth to speak and this time perfect English emerged. "My name is Myiasia," she said. "I want to make you feel good." She paused at the foot of the bed. Her hands clutched the round swell of her breasts and plumped them together like fresh pillows. She cocked her head. "Am I not beautiful?" she asked. The tits were fine. It was everything else that was the problem. Spindly insectile legs hooked over the end of the bed and she hauled her body up onto the mattress. "Get away! Get away!" "Don't be like that," Myiasia said. "I can make you feel so nice." She ran a hand along the inside of Chad's thigh. Her hand was slick with wet slime. "My vagina is warm, wet and so very very soft," Myiasia said. "You'll enjoy it so much when it's sucking on your penis." She reared up higher until Chad saw the point where her human upper half met her grub lower half. There was... something... where the pussy would be on a normal human girl. It was bigger... rounder. The lips were thicker and plusher. Like a rubber inner tube, Chad thought. The orifice opened and closed as if her lower body was breathing. Beyond, he glimpsed a wet fleshy tunnel that expanded and contracted with the swelling motions of her grub-like lower half. Nope. Nope. Nope nope nope NOPE! Chad shook his head. "It will feel much better than what you're used to," Myiasia said. Her hands slid along his muscular legs, leaving streaks of glistening slime in their wake. Her hand moved inwards and she started playing with his cock and bollocks. Bound as he was, Chad couldn't do a thing to stop her touching him. Lithe fingers fondled his sac. She encircled his dick in one slick hand and stroked up and down. She was good at this. Blood flowed to his groin and Chad felt his dick start to rise and become engorged with blood. Myiasia's hand worked up and down. She closed her weird compound eyes and sucked in little hissing breaths. She reared up over Chad and fondled her heavy breasts with her other hand. Really good at this. His cock lengthened beneath her dextrous fingers. Stop looking at those tits, Chad thought. He tried to turn back his mounting arousal. Look at those eyes! Look at those twitching antennae! Look at that bloated grub she had instead of legs! Look anywhere but at those ripe, luscious tits. Think of anything other than the pleasure of her slick hand sliding up and down his swelling cock. No good. He was hard now. And horny. Fuck it. He couldn't stop whatever she was going to do to him. If it was going to happen regardless, he might as well stare at a nice pair of tits while she fucked him. And she did, at least, have a nice pair of tits. Myiasia crawled up on top of him. The soft saggy mass of her lower body settled over his legs. He felt it swell against his thighs as slow, organic pulsations travelled down its length. "In you go," Myiasia said. She engulfed his cock—swallowed it up like a maggot ingesting a choice piece of meat. His erection was drawn up into a warm tunnel with soft, stretchy walls. It wasn't like any pussy he'd ever experienced. It felt like liquids were sloshing around on the other side of a thin rubber membrane, as if his cock had been pulled inside a balloon filled with warm water. Myiasia's soft body swelled and pulsed against his legs. Internal muscles bunched up around his erection and pulled it deeper within her. "You don't have to do a thing," Myiasia said. "Just lie back and relax." It was not like Chad could do anything else. Her body bunched up and tugged on his erection. Pliable flesh stroked up and down his hard-on. It felt... nice. He looked up in the mirror. A giant, pinkish-white grub was attached to his groin. The segmented body swelled with each undulating stroke. Yeah, let's not do that again, Chad thought. He turned his attentions to Myiasia writhing away as she rode him. She was moaning in pleasure and her hands were squeezing and deforming the malleable flesh of her big tits. If Chad blotted out her weird, twitching antennae and equally weird compound eyes, he could imagine he was being ridden by a really fit bird. Having his wrists bound became annoying for a different reason. He wouldn't have minded giving her ripe melons a squeeze with his own hands. She was certainly giving his intimate parts a good squeeze. Thick bands of flesh—like plump pillows—pressed all around his cock as her lower body ebbed and swayed. He tried not to think too hard about what his cock was actually in. It felt good and best to leave it at that. "See, Mr Corbett. I told you it wouldn't be so bad. You just needed to broaden your mind," his unseen viewer said through the speaker. And you can fuck right off, Chad thought. He looked up at the camera lens staring down at them. And that could fuck off and all. The last thing he wanted for his friends to find out he'd fucked some weird mutant alien grub girl. He'd never live it down. Unfortunately, the whole world was going to see it once these perverts got around to uploading it onto the internet. Fuck it. He'd tell his mates it was all special effects and she was hot as fuck underneath. They didn't need to know the truth. Neither did he for that matter. If he could fool himself so that years from now he'd look back on this and remember it as fake that would be brill. Myiasia sighed. Her lower half throbbed and pulled on Chad's cock with thick cushions of moist flesh. "Another fifteen minutes and you'll win your hundred pounds, Mr Corbett," his mystery observer informed him. "He won't last that long," Myiasia said. Yes I will, Chad thought. She didn't know his reputation. He was Mr Control. Myiasia was giving it a good try, though. Her unnatural anatomy fit Chad's cock like a glove and she squeezed him with regular pulsing throbs. Her lower body throbbed faster and harder. Chad's erection was drawn deeper down a quivering tunnel. She pulled on him with rippling sucks that set his whole body squirming in pleasure. "You're doing well, Mr Corbett. You're at the halfway mark." "I've hardly gotten started," Myiasia said. She flopped down on top of him. Her hands roamed all over his naked flesh as she writhed against him. Soft breasts, still lubricated with a thin layer of slime, rubbed against his chest. "You think you can hold out?" Myiasia whispered in his ear. "I have a surprise for you." He heard liquid gurgling sounds emanating from her lower body. The soft sac swelled and pressed up against Chad's thighs. This time the undulating motions were reversed—as if she was bringing something up rather than trying to suck Chad's cock all the way down inside her. Fluids, warm and wet, flooded first Chad's cock, and then him. The last part was hard for Chad to explain. It was as if a warm pleasant feeling had flowed through his skin as though it wasn't there, and poured into him. A blissful tingling sensation spread through him. Not that Chad was thinking too hard about it. Currently his attentions were focused on the kiss he was sharing with Myiasia. For a girl that had hatched out of an egg not more than half an hour ago she knew tricks with her lips and tongue that took experienced hookers years of practise to master. More organic sounds emanated from her lower half. The soft grub body swelled against Chad's thighs and another flood of bliss flowed into him. He let out a little sigh. "Did you like that?" Myiasia breathed. Her body swelled again. More pleasant warmth flooded Chad. He felt like he was luxuriating in a warm bath, only the liquid was on the inside rather than the outside. He tingled all over. There was also a growing itch in his loins. If felt like the moment in between seeing sexy action in a porno and rubbing one out. Or the moment between seeing a hot girl naked and firing one off in her tight wet pussy. Myiasia's lower body swelled again and Chad let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. She kissed him with soft sensual lips. Her tongue playfully entwined with his. "Five minutes," the voice called out through the speakers. "I won't need them," Myiasia said. A bubble of pressure rolled down the inside of his thighs and past his knees. Inside her, liquid pressure enveloped his cock and gently... irresistibly... tugged. "You can try to hold on all you like," Myiasia whispered in his ear. "I'm still going to suck all that lovely cum out of you." Her abdomen swelled. Chad's hips lifted up off the bed as her soft lower half wrapped around his erection and sucked. "Give it to me," Myiasia whispered. "Fill me up." Her soft lower body pulsed back and forth. The pressure in Chad's balls grew and grew. He wanted to come. Really really wanted to come. Fuck it. At this point he'd happily hand over a hundred-pound note to come. Maybe more. It was sort of the same thing as not winning a hundred-pound note, if you thought about it. He let go with a satisfied grunt. His cock throbbed against her stretchy vaginal walls and he released a massive load into her pulsing suction. A euphoric high washed over him as he emptied his balls into her pussy. Oh fuck yes. Fuck the hundred pounds. Fuck the camera. Fuck the old bitch with the plummy accent that was probably even now frigging herself off while she watched this on a monitor. Fuck everything. What a fucking orgasm. She'd really sucked him off. And she wasn't done. She rose up above him, kissed her finger and ran it down his cheek. Her body—that looked like a big fat maggot yet felt amazing inside—continued to swell and undulate against his legs. He was gripped by pulsing squeezes that stimulated his throbbing cock to spray even more spunk down her pussy. He'd never had one go on as long as this. It was like she was milking him and wouldn't stop until his balls were fully drained. And he kept going. Each rippling throb of Myiasia's lower body sent another bubble of cum up Chad's shaft and out of the tip in a blissful eruption. And it wasn't stopping—like a good hard piss, but with all the pleasure of spunking a load. By now it felt like he'd spunked five big loads with a bottomless magazine of ammo to follow. And Myiasia's lower body kept swelling and undulating against his chained legs. Kept sucking. Kept gulping down load after load of cum. "What a shame, Mr Corbett," the voice said through the speaker. "It appears you've lost. And now Myiasia gets to feed." Feed? Chad thought. Myiasia lay down next to him and ran her hand through his hair. Her lower body continued to swell and pulse and pump cum out of him. It did look like a maggot or grub slurping something up, Chad thought as he looked up in the mirror. "That pleasant tingling sensation you felt earlier was Myiasia pumping some special enzymes into your body. They're currently breaking down all your vital organs and converting them to semen for Myiasia to suck out of your body. This is the reason your ejaculation has continued for as long as it has." Chad grunted as another strong throb of pleasure erupted from his hard cock. "I wouldn't worry. It feels a lot more pleasant than it sounds. Or so I've been told. Regrettably, it's also an experience none survive." Chad's eyes widened. He stared up at the camera lens. "Myiasia needs to ingest your life and soul in order to metamorphose to her next stage." What the fuck? With a chill, Chad realised she was right. Myiasia's lower grub-like body continued to pulse and gulp down Chad's semen. She was going to keep sucking out all the fluids until nothing was left of him but a dried-up husk. And he couldn't do anything about it. "And you're filming this?" "Yes, Mr Corbett." "For the internet? I hope someone in authority sees it and puts you sick fucks away forever." "Oh no, Mr Corbett. This film isn't for general public consumption. This is for a much more exclusive audience. And I think they will be more than satisfied with your performance, Mr Corbett." "Fuck you," Chad snarled up at the camera. It came out as a hoarse rasp. Myiasia ran a hand over his belly. "It won't hurt," she whispered in his ear. It didn't. He closed his eyes and groaned as a particularly large bubble of pleasure welled up his shaft and burst inside her. Chad felt heavy and the bed felt so soft underneath him. He sank into it and stared up at the mirror. His reflection no longer looked quite so buff. In fact he looked scrawny, like back when he'd been a skinny teen. Myiasia's pale, grub-like lower body continued to swell and throb between his legs. Bulges travelled down its length as she gulped down his precious fluids. Chad could do little more than watch. The way the soft walls moved in and out were hypnotic. He fancied he could see little glimmers of light through her pale pink skin, as if he was shooting stars within her and the glowing motes were diffusing through her lower half. "I'm sorry," Myiasia whispered. "It was you or me." Chad didn't mind. He felt comfortably relaxed. His eyes clouded over. His vision grew dark. The camera recorded it all. THE END