http://www.asstr.org/~srb Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, and basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are. Any websites that want to host my story must have expressed written consent to do so. I will list all websites that I have granted permission to list my stories there. If you are reading this now and find this on a new website, then please email me at somerandombastard (at) yahoo (dot) com This is copyright me, so don't call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental. Here's another story in the Terraverse, this one about a decade after the events of Terra. It's a complete side story, and one need not read it beforehand to understand what is going on, other than the fact that there are now nanobots that make some people futanari in the year 2522. Thanks out to Basil, crudebuster, and Theromen for their help. They probably moved this story along more so than I could have explained. This story contains bondage, orgasm denial, masturbation, condoms, medical fetish, futanari, breast enhancement, penis enhancement, anal, and lactation. Chrysanthemum Let me cum! Let me cum! I want to cum already! God I just want to cum! Why won't they let me cum? It's not like I need to fuck anyone. No, all I want to do is wrap one hand around my cock and the other hand up my pussy and just fuck myself until I cum! God, I wouldn't even need five minutes. Just let me put the head of my cock in my mouth and fuck myself to orgasm already! Okay, I'm sorry I just, it's so hard to concentrate. I wasn't always like this. What the hell kind of thing is that to say, nobody is born strapped to a gurney aching to cum. It's not like I did anything wrong. I don't deserve this punishment! I'm not some kind of rapist or pedophile or murderer. I'm not even a jaywalker! I pay my taxes and traffic bills and everything. I'm a nice person, really! Oh god, I should start this out better, but I'm so desperate. They have me strapped to this gurney, or whatever it's called. Oh yeah, and I'm naked too, so always looking at my tits and cock all the time don't help. The table is plastic but has some kind of pads, with leather straps holding my hands and legs in place, away from my body. My shoulders are bound straight back, so I can't even touch my cock. It's only inches away from my face, all the way past my breasts. I can even feel my hot, steamy breath on it! I just wanna cu- u-um! Okay, okay, just, I'm going to try the breathing exercises they showed me. It doesn't really help the horniness, but thinking about something different for a minute is about all I seem to be able to do to help. That's why I'm telling you this. It started when I was in college. Well, when I was dropping out of college really. What do you want from me? I had everything at first, and then BOOM, and everything crashed down on top of me. My girlfriend dumped me, my boyfriend dumped me, my futafriend dumped me…hell if I had a eunuch friend it would have dumped me. All of my friends had chosen my other gender-friends, so I was left alone. I didn't know anyone from high school there, and the only people my age who would talk to me were the teacher's aides, and my resident advisor. The college was really cliquey, and I had fallen out with the only group I knew. So I was alone all the time. Okay I guess that's it, but what do you want to hear? It's not like my parents are dead, or I have to avenge them by becoming a crime fighter. Oh god my pussy is so wet, I just want to stick a finger, just one finger in there, just give me two minutes that's it, that's all I need! All right, sorry, breathe in, breathe out, and focus on your happy place Chrysanthemum. Like the name? It's a flower, but most people just call me Chris. My mom was a neo- hippy back in the early 2500s. Well she said she was. So they all named their kids silly names. I prefer Orchid, which is my middle name. At least most people can spell it. So there I was, depressed and crying myself to sleep, alone, every night. I mean, I consider myself pretty hot but despite what everyone thought, I wasn't a slut. I just kind of had everything going for me. A girlfriend who was a whiz in history, a boyfriend who knew all about math, and a futafriend who could, well she could bend her legs behind her head. Oh and this one time she was doing it backwards in this pretzel shape and I… Oh shit, think unsexy thoughts Orchid, come the fuck on. Okay, okay, god I need to cum but I have to stop this right now. I've got to focus. So anyway, I was left alone, less than two weeks before finals, depressed and without any of my help for my classes. And I failed them spectacularly by the way, if you hadn't figured that out. So I fucked up my scholarship, and all my grants weren't going to be renewed. It's not like I blame them, I have a GPA of like 0.01 or something. My blood alcohol level is higher, heh. Maybe I should explain this, but my folks aren't rich. They work for a living, and they couldn't afford to get me through college, hell they could barely afford their mortgage. They just wanted the best for me. Cliché I guess. So I just started applying for everything I could, any job, anything that would pay me upfront. But the job market is shit, and I wasn't having any luck. One of my professors felt bad for me, and gave me an address of places where they were doing scientific experiments. Oh and he warned me, under his big fluffy mustache, not to accept the big paying jobs, because they were the worst. Like a big dumbass I didn't listen to him, it wasn't like I listened to him in his class. Oh god my tits are burning, can someone just tweak them? I bet I could cum just grabbing my nipples for like one minute! God I just want to cum. I can feel my hot tears stream down my face. You have no idea how frustrating it is. Okay, so I showed up, and they were all like, we have so many different experiments going on and what not. Most of them were just experiments about neurology or some other boring stuff I don't understand. They couldn't tell me a lot until I signed a non- disclosure form. They were just worried about what I could and couldn't do, and if I had any preexisting conditions or allergies or anything. They were happy that I was a futanari though, because it meant that I could do some of the experiments specifically for us. There have only been futanaris out there for like eight years, and they're always doing studies on futas. Especially younger ones like me, because there aren't a lot of teenage futas around. Most of them are the children of futanaris, or grown ups who choose to change. It's all because of this cock that I just want to touch! Sorry, but my cock, I just, ugh! I can feel it against my stomach, pressing hard and flexing. I've tried slapping my cock against my stomach to see if it would work, but it never does. It never does. Just leaves wet lines of precum against my chest. All right, fine, whatever, sorry. I know this is disjointed and all, but please bear with me. I'm having a hard time here. When you have your story to tell, I'll listen to every word of it, no matter how many tangents you go on. Promise. Anyway, I went over all of the experiments. The problem? Well it turns out that because of the nature of the experiments, I couldn't do more than one at a time. I guess one experiment might mess up another one's information. What's worse is that they don't even pay that well! I owe two hundred thousand bucks next semester! The biggest payoff was fifty thousand. I told them I didn't think I could do the experiments. It was a waste of my time. Fifty grand, just to be stuck in a lab for six weeks, and I'd have to miss the holidays. After all of that I'd only have a quarter of the money. That's when they looked at each other. Goddamn it I should have known better in that moment. I should have turned my ass out, gotten a job at some crappy clothing store or gone to become a nurse. With the nanobots they're making good money these days, and maybe I could pay off and go to school full time. It wouldn't be that bad, would it? Take some people's temperatures, hold some kid's hands while he gets an inoculation. Maybe even wear a cute outfit and hook up with a doctor. But no, I'm a big fucking idiot. I stayed, sat, and listened. That's when they told me there was something else. One experiment, one hundred grand, and it was only one week. But they wouldn't say anything else about it. Only that I had to be a futanari, and that I'd have to agree to be sequestered for one week without any contact with the outside world, and that I'd have to agree on the spot. I couldn't tell anyone. You know what's worse than not being able to cum? NOTHING! Fuck. Okay, sorry. I agreed, and I haven't regretted anything more in my life. So I went home and told my folks, I lied and said I was going to do it for school credit. They still don't know about my grades, I was hoping to tell them about the grades after I'd made the money. I mean one week of no contact, I've done that before without even meaning to. But I couldn't take anything with me. They picked me up, bring me to a facility, gave me a complete physical, and I mean complete. Just what could I have that they would be looking for? I don't know what they were so damned concerned about really. I mean they checked everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. What was I going to do, hide something in my ass? Well they checked there too, along with everywhere else. I felt like livestock. Ugh. Then they took my clothes, and all of my belongings, put it into a bag, and gave me a new set of clothes. Just boring sweats, oh but get this! The bra was too small, it didn't even support my F breasts. Yeah, F, well, I guess people had a reason to think I was a slut. I can't help genetics, okay? It's not my fault that mom and my nana have huge boobs. I don't even weigh that much. Oh and they got me panties, like I'd ever wear them. What the hell was I gonna do with panties around my cock? ARH my cock! Someone opened the door, the breeze blowing on it was incredible. Fu- uh-uh-uck! I wish I had those pants on now, but they hurt so bad. The shirt too, they weren't made for my boobs this big. Well they're bigger now, that's part of the problem. My cock and my tits I mean, they're both bigger. That and the sensitivity, they had to strip me. Okay so anyway, I got here, wherever I am. They put me in a van without windows, I was afraid the whole time I was going to be raped. Nobody knew where I was, I didn't even know, and they had taken all of my forms of identification, all to be put in a van. Well, I wasn't raped, but something much worse. I've been kept completely celibate! This place is just some medical facility, I guess. They drove me right in, and there aren't any windows anywhere. It's like a hospital, but there's nobody around. Oh, and there's a couple of guards here and there, with guns and stuff. That's scary shit, at least to me. I don't like the idea of people with guns. They greeted me on the first day. There were three of them. Sonia Schaffer, who was the big boss lady in charge of the whole thing. She was a cold looking blonde, with blue eyes that seemed icy. Like she could watch the same shit I'm dealing with and not care. Then there was Ana Ng, the Asian, well okay that's pretty obvious with her name. She was the typical nerdy looking flat chested girl. She was my Doctor and in charge of administering…whatever it is. Or whatever they are, the stuff that's making me so crazy I mean. She talked about me like I wasn't even there. Then there was Chester…something. I forget. He's tall, dark hair, a little pale, he's a bit of a cutey, even if he is just an assistant. He basically just collects numbers and kowtows to the two women. He looks smarter, but maybe I'm just…saying that…because… Oh god I've got to stop thinking about fucking! At least this has been helping. Okay come on Chris, just focus. So I got here, and they explained to me that they're a pharmaceutical company, that's working on different chemicals. So naturally, I want to know what chemicals. They read off all of these properties and everything, and I practically fell asleep listening to Chester go on and on. He was just too…he was good, but god I failed Martian Geography 101, I'm not going to understand this chemistry. Then Ana broke in and told me straight out that they were working on making real aphrodisiacs and sexual aids. Not the fake stuff like oysters and chocolate, but real stuff. I was kind of surprised, hell turn of the millennium they had boner pills, but they were working on different things. They wanted to see what the effect of pheromones, and drugs that would specifically target the penis and vagina for futanaris, or at least people who have nanobots. They were worried that the nanobots would somehow correct or mitigate the effects of the drugs. And that was about ten hours ago. "Well hello Chrysanthemum, how are you doing today?" Chester asks, standing over me with one of those pads. "Can I, please?" I ask, puffing up my lips and give my best puppy-dog face. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that we can't let you orgasm, not yet," he says apologetically. Maybe he means it, maybe he doesn't. I wonder if he is just good at sounding nice. "Please?" I beg. I was feeling strange enough asking a grown man if I could masturbate, but doing so while being naked is a new one to me. "No, I'm really very sorry about that. Beyond that, how do you feel?" he asks. "Well, my cock is sore. My balls feel full, I can't see them, what, are they okay? They ache so much," I say, honestly. And he is a doctor, but it feels weird. I don't even like talking to my real doctor about my, y'know, privates. And this guy is examining and measuring my cock like it's a science experiment. Well it is a science experiment. "They…they are engorged, and slightly blue," he says. He's either good at faking it, or he really doesn't like this. "And my cock? I can only see my head," I look down at the purple mushroom shaped tip. I'm oozing enough precum to get a girl pregnant! "Well, it's longer, for sure. Your penis was…twenty two centimeters, or about nine inches before you came here, now it's sixteen, inches I mean, uh, just over forty centimeters. Your girth has also increased, from five inches or say thirteen centimeters, to seven inches or just under eighteen centimeters," he says. Yay for me, my cock is bigger than ever. Now I can't fuck a single person in the world. I'm a fucking freak! Maybe I'll find a cute horse that could actually take in my bat shit insanely huge cock. "But don't worry," he added, noticing my dejection, "It's only supposed to be temporary. You'll probably gain a couple of inches permanently, but you'll still be normal enough." Normal enough? What the hell does that mean? "My, my balls," I say, thrusting my hips. "They're, well they're big," he says, picking them up gently and placing them on a special scale. "They're about two hundred fifty grams. Each. Half a kilogram together. That's nine ounces each, eighteen ounces, or a pound and two ounces. That's about three times your normal weight." "They gonna stay big too?" I ask, I just know that I'm gonna hate the answer. "They've only grown so large due to drugs, and the attempts to circumvent the nanobots. They will certainly shrink back down, probably back to normal," he says, making more notations. Is he writing down my fate? "Probably?" I look at him. I don't want to be a freak, it's scary. Okay I know I sound like a little girl, but I'm just nineteen and I don't want to be some sex monster with a cock that nobody will ever be able to take and balls that will cum from here to the next town over. "Well, you are the first. How about your breasts, uh, how do they, feel," he asks, pushing more buttons on his pad. What is he writing down about my boobs? "Bigger. Like someone took a balloon pump and blew them up. And sloshy, is, is there something wrong with them?" As I look down at them, I realize just how much bigger they were. Like twin white mountains. I can't see a thing below them, except for my cock head reaching down. "Well, they are bigger. They're now a full H cup," he says. I think he's holding something back. "What else?" I ask, shaking my chest. It's so hard to tell you how it feels. "There's been an unexpected incident, I'm sorry to say," he was biting his lip. "What?" I look at him, way too panicky. But I am freaking out! What did they do to me, what's wrong with my tits? Are they going to grow and grow like a beach ball? Are they ever going to be normal again? "Well, it seems that they've grown partially because of the drugs, but partially because of the fact that they're…lactating," Chester bites his lower lip, like he's the one who should be worried. "My tits are milking?" I ask. I've got a horse sized cock, gigantic tits, and now they're milking. My boobs are fucking milking, do you have any idea how fucked up that is to hear, how fucked up it is to even think about? What's next? Does my pussy squirt cum out fifty feet? I don't want to think about my ass… "I'm afraid that is the case," Ana said, coming from my other side. Could she be any more cliché? An Asian woman with a small chest, glasses, brunette hair that is tied up conservatively, and a white medical lab coat. Well at least she sounded like she knew what was up. Not that she'd say it to me. "I'm afraid that was a known possible concern before we used the drug on you, we had informed you of it in your non-disclosure release which you had signed," she says, avoiding eye contact. Yeah I signed it but I didn't read it. It was four hundred pages long! But I bet she was banking on that. She took the pad from Chester and checked it, I guess to see how fucked up I am. "Will it last?" I ask. I know that people stop lactating at least, and their boobs get smaller. I could always just, get the surgery, or something, too. God in ten hours I'm thinking about all kinds of surgery to fix what they're doing to me. I hate this place. "The effects should only be temporary, I'm afraid that it's the result of the drugs, they are closely linked to fertility drugs, and your body thinks it's pregnant, and therefore is lactating. It also thinks that it's ovulating as well," she still won't look at me in the eye. "What about the, my, my penis?" I ask. She can look at the damn pad, but just give me answers! "I'm afraid that that's been quite a surprise. We're still investigating things right now to determine the issue with the penis. We haven't been able to determine the cause of the extreme size growth. We cannot determine if it's the strength of the drug, or the dosage, or if you are somehow genetically predisposed to be sensitive to the drugs. We expected that the injection would temporarily increase the size of the penis two inches for up to four hours. But seven inches for almost ten hours, that's incredible. And the semen production is off the charts," Ana says, bitch look at me, it's my body. "I've estimated the semen increase at over ten thousand and eight hundred percent the normal production, or one hundred and eight times the amount of semen that you would previously ejaculate. But we won't know until we obtain a sample," Chester says, putting his arm on my shoulder. At least he's being nice. "That would be something like a third of a liter, very good Chester," Ana says, handing him the pad. "Why, why can't I cum?" I ask the burning question. I had asked it before, but I want to hear it again. "We've told you, we don't know how your body will respond to the affects of the drugs. We hadn't expected your body to be affected like this, an orgasm might only exacerbate your condition. By clearing your body of semen, the body undergoes a replenishing cycle, which could make the effects of the drugs worse. We want to see what happens when the drugs wear off, and make sure that your body will return to normal. You signed up for this Chrysanthemum Orchid Niemeyer, please remember that," Ana Ng says to me. She talks like I'm not in the room, or worse, I'm a lab rat. I guess that's all I am to her. "I'll be right back," Chester says, moving over to the other side of the room with Ana. They mumble and whisper in hushed tones, oh god what are they talking about? I look around the room, it's small, and bright white, just like a doctor's office. It is like a medium sized single bedroom. There's enough space for the gurney I'm on, and probably about four feet on either side of me. Along the walls are all manner of medical equipment, looking like something out of medical dramas. I just hope that they don't do something creepy with me. Something creepier, I mean. "Okay Ana, I'll report everything to you later," he says, waiting for her to leave the room before coming back to me. I look at him. Oh Chester, what the fuck are you going to do to me now? "What?" I ask, gritting my teeth. "I'm afraid, I'm going to have to milk you," he says, taking off his coat. "My boobs?" I ask, looking at them. "If they'll feel better, then okay!" "Well, yes, I suppose I should do your breasts first," he says, taking two milking devices. They look like plastic cantaloupe halves, but with two long plastic bits sticking out of them, which lead to a clear plastic hose. They lead up to empty plastic bags, geez I wonder what those are for. "This is going to feel, strange at first," he says, attaching them to my breasts. He moves the gurney…no it opens up. It's like, now it's like a table at the gynecologist, with my feet in stirrups. I have no idea how he did that. But at least I'm sitting up now, even though I don't like everyone having easy access to my genitals. "Oh!" I groan at the feeling, the cold plastic against my breasts, not large enough to wholly engulf it. The machine starts slowly, tugging and pulling on my already aching nipples, making me even hornier. "Now, I suppose I should explain what the other milking is," he says reticently. He takes out two plastic gloves as I look at him quizzically. "Other milking?" I ask, my breaths heavy as I feel the milk being sucked from my body. Oh god it feels so incredible! The machines suck from my tits in an almost human way. I'm so close to cumming. It's heavenly. Just a little more, just a little bit more! The milk pours forth, gushing out in great spurts. My nipples, already huge and aching, are now burning with pleasure. I buck and thrash, oh god just a little bit and I could cum! Sucking and stopping, sucking and stopping, the machine is like perfect torture. It's like a slow and bumpy ride. It sucks me enough for the milk, but not enough to get me off. It's all business, and I want pleasure, just to let me cum! God, I'm so fucking horny just looking at my nipples. I want to just reach out and grab them, yank on them and milk them and get off. I couldn't tell before but the nubs reach about the size of my thumb! My nipples are both three inches across now! Not only are they larger, but they're oh so much more sensitive. I'm becoming a freak, but I don't care about it right now. I just want to cum! The machine is able to suck, but it isn't a person. It sucks from me, constant and rhythmic. I breathe in concert with the thrumming of the machine. Every other second, it's drawing me nearer and nearer to cumming. I can feel the sweat pouring over my body, my muscles are aching and sore. My mouth is dry, but my tits are pouring milk, just let me cum! "There we are," Chester says, stopping the machines. He's fucking with some bags of milk, goddamn you! "NO! No, oh god no! Just keep it oh-hoh-hon!" I cry, I'm at my wit's end. I need to cum. "I'm sorry, but I'm not supposed to," he says, avoiding eye contact. "I have to milk you." "But you just di-hi-hid!" I say, shaking against my restraints. I'm trying to will it back on, just another minute and I might cum! "No, this is called a prostate milking, it's, uh," he says, pulling the gloves deep on his hands. "It's what?" I ask, looking at his face. "It's a means to relieve the pressure on your penis, without letting you orgasm, by massaging the prostate gland," he says. My heart is sinking in my chest, how, how can he do that? He can't do that. There's no way. Where's my prostate? In my chest or something? "I'm sorry," he says, putting an oversized condom on my penis. Well the reservoir for cum is bigger than I've ever seen before. How am I gonna fill that up without cumming? "I'm truly sorry about this," he says, covering his fingers in some sticky…oh god, it's lube. Where is that going? He's, moving under me. I don't like looking at him between my legs. Okay, that's creepy, standing below me like that. Never mind what I just said, that's good boy, get right under me. Right there, just right in the pussy, that'll do, just something, some kind of relief. Just give me a minute, and I'll cum. God Chester I promise I'll give you anything in the world, I'll fuck you every day for a month, just let me cum! Wait, what is he doing? My ass? Oh god, it, okay, it's something. I don't love it but…you know what, any port in a storm. I can feel his fingers working their way in my ass. In my state I'm putting up about zero resistance, and his fingers are buried in my ass up to the knuckle. Oh that feels good, did they do something to my bottom? I normally don't like it anally, but this feels, oh it feels incredible. Fuck my ass Chester, that's good, stick your fingers all the way in, I bet I could cum from that. Shit I was about to cum just from having my tits sucked. At least it's penetration. Come on now, just a little deeper, okay, now harder. Finger fuck that ass Chester, do it, come on! What…what's he feeling? It's like some lump in my ass, but it's not, you know, gross. Just fuck it, what are you waiting for? That's funny, it feels…different. It's, it's not bad but I, I feel like, I don't know. My cock is aching, my pussy is wet, I have two fingers in my ass, and…Oh god, I, I feel like I have to pee. It's just like when I have to go but, it's different, move Chester I don't want to pee on you, I, I, I… "OH fuck!" I cry, watching a big spurt of cum shoot out of my penis. But I didn't cum. It's like I'm peeing cum out. My penis is contracting involuntarily. It's terrible. He's milking my prostate? Is that what this is? This is worse than anything I can think of! It's like he's stealing my orgasm away from me. He's massaging something in my ass and I can't cum! I just keep shooting load after load from my cock but I don't cum! I'm so fucking horny and I'm shooting my load without cumming! I burst into tears, weeping like a little baby girl. I can't take it anymore. I just want to die if I have to live another minute like this. Fuck this, I'd rather work a minimum wage job, and live in a rat hole apartment than this! Fuck I'd rather be a hobo or live in a homeless shelter than, than this! "Please? I, I just want to cum. Please Chester. I'm making a hundred times the cum I normally do, my cock is insanely huge, my pussy is on fire, my tits are milking, I just want to cum! Please Chester, I'll do anything for you, just please, let me cum," I'm weeping now, tears pouring down my face and down my body. I'm reduced to this, begging for to cum from a guy with his fingers in my exposed ass. I don't care anymore. I just don't care. I'll pay then a hundred grand just to get the fuck out of here. Now what the hell did he stop for? Oh it's over. Great. Now they'll pump my dick full of more chemicals to bloat it even bigger, and my tits will be the size of watermelons, and I'll still never cum. I hate my life. It's official. And I have six more days of this. Yeah, great, take off your gloves and type it in the computer. Fuck you Chester. You're just like the rest of them. No fuck it, you're even worse than they are. At least they don't pretend to give a damn about me. Ana treats me like the lab rat I am, and Sonia doesn't give a half a shit. You, you pretend that you give a fuck, but in the end, you're just their errand boy, to do their dirty work. Worthless miserable little fuck. What are you looking at me like that for? "Be quite and listen to me," he says, I'm not even talking. "Don't say a word, and don't scream." Is…what is he gonna do to me? Oh god, is he gonna hurt me. I'm tied up, I can't do a thing, I, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, nobody cares about me, nobody is gonna come and save me. Stay away, stay away, oh he's right next to me! "I turned the video and scanning surveillance system for a moment. You don't have long, so listen to me exactly," he says, is, is he unhitching my strap? "You are gonna have like three minutes to cum, maybe not even that," he says, freeing my right arm. "You cum in this," he says, holding up the condom, "and nothing more. Not a single drop outside of it. Don't touch your breasts or your vagina. Now go!" "Thank you," I say choking on a little cough up with my appreciation. "Now, do it now, let's go!" he says, really impatiently. I don't need him to tell me again. I grab my cock, pumping the thing furiously. It is weird because I never jack it in a condom before, but it's still, oh god. The whole thing is so much more sensitive, so much more alive. It's like every inch of the shaft is as erogenous as the head was, and my cock head, it's just incredible. It's almost too sensitive to touch. Okay, girl, gotta cum. Thank god it's lubricated condom. My cock is raw, chapped, and red. I just wish I could spit on it or something. I pound away at the meat, my hands flying faster and harder than I ever thought possible. I was close, close, so close. Gotta cum, gotta cum now. Wish I could fuck my pussy, it's still soaking wet. My asshole is still gaping open, after having his fingers all the way up there, it feels weird, but it feels great too. "Oh, oh god!" I shout. What the fuck is he…he's choking me? His hands are all over my mouth, I can't, can't breathe! "Don't make a noise or they'll hear it," he tells me. Okay, won't make a peep. Back on track, running my fingers up the shaft, feeling the cock pulsate. Oh god, my balls are aching, churning, yearning, burning, I'm oh fuck I'm gonna cum. It feels like I'm forcing a gallon of cum through my cock. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna… "MMMMFFFFFF!" I scream into Chester's hands. Then I, how can I explain the most mind shattering orgasm of my life? I'm being abused with pleasure! My body is buckling and trembling against the restraints. I'm practically pulling them off, it's way too much. My brain is overloaded. Every inch of my body is being overwhelmed with an incredible pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt before. With each blast of jizz in the condom my mind, body, and soul reel in unimaginable pleasure. Obviously I've cum before but this is like my entire body is cumming at once! Wad after wad of thick and steamy cum blasts out of my cock, filling up the reservoir of the condom. I can barely see it now. My vision is blurry, my head is throbbing with orgasmic delight. I feel like I'm gonna lose it, gonna pass out. With each spurt of cum my body spasms uncontrollably. My cock is thrusting forward, stabbing the meat of my hand to deliver its salty goodness. Never in my life have I climaxed this long, this powerful, or this fantastic. I wish I had the words to explain this better. I collapse in my restraints. I'm totally exhausted from the best orgasm of my life, panting and heaving, grunting behind Chester's hands and trying to keep consciousness. Chester is doing something, oh, he's tying my hand back. That's, that's okay, I got to cum. That's all I wanted. "Listen to me," he says into my ear. "I'm barely awake now honey, speak up," I instruct him. Maybe it's too much, I'm acting like he gave me the best orgasm of my life, but I don't care anymore. I want to give him a kiss, hell I want to fuck the shit out of him too. I'm too happy now, everything is too perfect. I just wish I could turn over and sleep. "Listen, this is important. You didn't cum," he whispered loudly into my ear. "You still want to cum, need to cum, and you hate me because I won't let you. Beg to cum whenever they're around, and don't lead on. Don't mess this up!" "Okay," I'm practically asleep now, gotta remember what he's saying. Ohhh, he just took the condom off, I came a bucket load. A third of a liter sounds small, but well, when it's cum, it's a lot. And shit, that's more than a third of a liter. He's putting it away in some refrigerator, I wonder if they're going to store it or test it or something. Hey maybe I'll get to take it back home with me as a souvenir. "Here we go, everything's coming back online," he says slowly. "Why?" I ask, trying to swallow some spit to lubricate my dry mouth. "Well point four eight two of a liter, about half a quart, that's rather impressive," he says. What the hell does that have to do with…oh, Ana's here. She got back quickly. "It looks like your ejaculatory fluid was quite a bit to begin with." "So I take it that everything went well then Chester?" she asks. Do I even have to say that she's ignoring me? "I hadn't expected you back so soon. It went well enough," he says, glancing at me. "She's…resistant to the prostate milking, but everyone is at first. Her milk output is tremendous as well, although that's a bit of a concern. This is the first time that she's ever milked, and we've gotten eight ounces from each breast, that's almost three times a normal mother who is breastfeeding." "Well, it's just a temporary thing. Do a quick run through of the semen and the milk for any incongruities, and a complete physical, and we'll send miss Niemeyer to bed. "We should, she seems exhausted," he says. "If the semen and milk are fine, tag them for destruction in six months. Nobody needs to have extra body fluids lying about, and I'm sure these are going to pile up if this is the product after eleven hours," Ana says, glancing at the refrigerator. "Fuck you, you stupid piece of shit! Let me cum," I say, trying to lay it on thick. "Miss Niemeyer, restrain yourself, please. The prostate milking will have reduced any pain or discomfort, and really, you did agree to all of this," Ana said, before turning about and making it towards the door. I'd be a better actor if I weren't so exhausted. Well that was a hell of a day, a hell of a cum. Just hell really. I hope he can do a physical when I sleep, because I'm about to lose it. Is that cliché still standing over there? I turn my head to the side, looking at her right in the eyes for the first time, "Let me cum." (This file was created by SomeRandomBastard (at) yahoo (dot) com, so send all flames there. Don't use without permission, and don't claim it's yours. You are allowed to send this file to others via email. However posting this story, or any portion therein without expressed consent of the author is prohibited. This includes on BBS/Forums, websites, torrents, peer2peer and any other kind of file transmission. I check my email daily, so if you want to post the story you are able to ask and get a response easily.) A critique, comments, flames, any responses are welcome, if they are pro, and then I'll consider making more. Don't be a jerk; send me a simple 2-minute or less message saying, hey, this was good. Thanks. Wow, so hard. http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/