I awake some time later. Because the light in the basement has remained constant, I can’t be sure how long I’ve slept. I crane my head to either side, trying to see the man who calls himself an “engineer.”
I am unsuccessful. I can’t see anything else besides the bare white walls and the large whirring machine in front of me. Whatever else is down here, it’s far enough behind me that I can’t see it from my place strapped to the hard metal table.
Somewhere, another machine whirs to life. I have only seconds to wonder what the sound means. What new eroticism has the engineer prepared? My cock twitches.
Then a gentle breeze blows across my bare skin. It’s only the air conditioning. I chuckle and look up. I can see the vent set into the ceiling to my right. The cool air chills me slightly. It feels good as it runs across my torso. Very good. I moan involuntarily. My nipples begin to harden.
Everything comes back to me in a rush. My eyes grow wide and I glance down at my chest. There, where each nipple should be, is an amply-sized penis, lolling from one side to the other as blood flows into it, hardening it. Already I can see they’re half hard, nearing six inches in length and almost three inches around. I flex my chest involuntarily, causing each penis to jump and fill with more blood.
I try to grab them with my hands, but the restraints keep my arms and hands pinned to the table. I’d forgotten about my restraints. I moan in frustration as my nipple cocks reach full hardness. Their foreskins slip back, revealing perfect, sensitive heads. They pull forward on my chest with their weight, pulsing with need.
As if realizing it’s being left out, my original cock begins to harden as well. Somehow the idea that some of my three cocks can be hard while the others are soft turns me on even more. I haven’t ever had to worry about coordinating my cocks before. I’m so turned on I begin to think I might cum without any physical stimulation at all. That would be so hot.
A chair creaks somewhere behind me. ”You’re awake.” It’s the engineer. I hear him stand and walk towards me.
“Please,” I beg, remembering his prior ministrations. ”They need to be touched.” I arch my back, thrusting my chest into the air. A single drop of precum appears at the tip of each cock, glistening in the harsh fluorescent light. I don’t care anymore that I’ve been kidnapped—that I’m strapped to a table like a human guinea pig. I’ll spend the rest of my life here in this basement if it means I can feel his hands—any hands—anything—on my nipple cocks again. The lust they create in me overpowers me. Perhaps my sexual needs increase with every additional cock? Whatever. I don’t care. I don’t about anything as long as I can feel flesh against flesh, rubbing and sliding.
The man walks into my view. He is wearing the same outfit, but I can find no trace of my cum on him. I must have been asleep at least long enough for him to clean up. ”Please,” I say again, almost panting.
“Not just yet,” he says, smiling. ”But if you’ll be patient, you’ll be able to pleasure yourself soon enough.” His eyes sparkle behind his glasses. I can tell he’s almost as excited as me at the prospect of a self-administered double hand-job. Maybe he’ll even touch my original penis at the same time. So much pleasure from three separate sources at once. My mind reels at the thought.
The engineer pads softly to the foot of the table and runs a hand up my thigh towards my dick. He pauses for a moment, then touches my balls. He prods them gently, watching them roll in response, then he slips a few fingers beneath them, between my legs, and hefts my balls in his hand. ”Yes,” he mumbles to himself, “they have expanded to meet demand, just as I’d anticipated.”
“What?” I ask. His fingers feel very nice down there. Very warm.
He looks up at me and smiles. ”Your testicles have grown to supply the semen required by three penises. They needed to meet your body’s increased demands.” His grin widens. ”They’ll grow much more before we’re through.”
I know what he says can only mean one thing. I moan again and close my eyes. I am trapped. Helpless. I can only wait—can only anticipate. How many cocks will I have when he’s finally through with me? And where will they be?
I can feel precum dripping down all three of my cocks now. I wonder if it tastes different at each source? Probably not, if it’s all coming from the same two testicles. But how is it getting to my chest?
I feel his hands on both my nipple cocks, and I inhale sharply. It feels even more incredible than I remember. I open my eyes and watch as he slides his firm grip up and down each hard rod a couple times, spreading the precum around evenly with his strong, warm fingers. Each movement he makes brings me closer to another orgasm. I can feel the pleasure growing to an inevitable peak throughout my entire chest. I know it will only be seconds before I cum.
I can’t wait.
Then he stops. He releases my nipple cocks. They pulse gently with pleasure, pumping more precum out into the open, begging to be touched again. They’re driving me wild. They don’t know I can’t answer their calls. I turn my gaze quickly from them to the engineer, ready to beg for him to bring me to climax.
He speaks quietly, like a professor to a struggling student: ”The semen is pumped through a series of specialized veins. These veins grow just beneath the skin. Can you see them?” He presses a finger against my chest, just below my right nipple cock, and runs it lightly down to my abs. In the hard fluorescent light I can just make out the bulge of the vein he is tracing—a vein I’ve never seen before. He brings his finger up and runs it along the same stretch of vein again, and now I realize I can feel the vein pulsing slightly, delivering a steady supply of precum to the large, plump tube of flesh which used to be my right nipple.
“I can feel it,” I tell him excitedly.
“Yes. The veins, besides delivering semen, also connect the nervous systems of your various cocks. This increases the pleasure you feel exponentially, but it also makes it very hard to ejaculate from only one penis at a time. There will usually be a cascading effect. You have already experienced this.”
I nod. I look forward to experimenting—to masturbating only one penis and experiencing orgasm and ejaculation in all three. I can feel my heart speed up and my breathing quicken.
He studies my body for another moment. I shift slightly, presenting myself to him, not ashamed at all by my need, only hoping he’ll take the bait.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves back to the area behind me and begins pressing buttons. I hear his voice from above me: ”Last time I could administer the necessary drugs and chemicals while you were unconscious. I am afraid this time you may feel a slight sting. Don’t worry.” He chuckles. ”It will be worth it.” I hear a click somewhere near my right ear, then I feel a cold object press against my right bicep. ”Here we go,” the engineer says. I can hear the excitement in his voice. I’m excited, too.
I hear another click and feel something prick my arm. The pain lasts only a moment.
“Because of your state of arousal—and because your body is now already used to the drug’s processes—you should experience the transformation momentarily.”
I’m breathing even faster now—almost gasping. ”Where?” I ask.
“Can you feel it? Can you guess?”
I concentrate as much as my incredible arousal will allow, trying to determine any changes. My three cocks gently bob up and down with each breath, leaking another dollop of salty nectar at each head with each pulse of my new semen vein network.
I moan with excited arousal.
And then I feel it.
In my tongue.
I moan again and writhe as the realization washes over me.
“You’ve guessed, then,” he says between his own sharp breaths. ”You can feel it coming—growing.”
I twist my body against my restraints, unable to control myself. I’m panting. I can feel my tongue thickening slowly, losing some of its maneuverability in my mouth. It pulses gently with pleasure as it slides against my teeth and along the insides of my mouth.
“I can feel it,” I groan. ”I can feel it growing.” The sounds are muffled, as if I’m talking with a mouth full of food—or cock, rather. The very act of speaking is incredibly arousing, causing my sensitive tongue to jostle and slide around my mouth and through my full lips, as if receiving an involuntary blowjob.
But wait—why involuntary? In a sudden flash of insight, I know I can give myself a voluntary blow job. I don’t even have to move anything besides my tongue itself! At long last, I can pleasure myself, despite my bindings. This must be what the engineer meant! I begin sliding my tongue in and out of my mouth, through my encircling lips. It feels much rounder and fuller now, every second growing more like a cock than a tongue. The end flares a little now as well, like a cock head. I pull it deep inside my warm, moist mouth, then push it back out, running it along my lips in a way which sends shivers down my spine.
In and out, in and out. I can feel the now-firm root of my tongue in the back of my mouth, gliding down my throat. It never blocks my airway, but it does rub constantly against the soft, wet lining of my throat. It feels incredible. My entire mouth and portions of my face are practically pulsing with pleasure. The pleasure causes me to vocalize constantly, with each new moan, groan, and grunt sending intense, pleasurable vibrations through my tongue.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop. How will I be able to function in the real world, now? Will I ever be able to speak? How will I be able to leave the house when I am constantly sliding a perfect, engorged cock in and out of my own mouth in a never-ending cycle of pleasure and orgasm?
Who cares? This feeling is all that matters. My tongue penis is all that matters.
I moan loudly. My tongue is now a penis. I can feel its full head and thick shaft with my lips. Its fleshy surface is slightly more soft and wet than my other cocks’—perfect for its permanent home in my mouth.
Suddenly, my mouth is filled with the erotic taste of my own slightly salty precum, meaning the engineer’s pleasure veins have worked their way from my tongue down into my testicles and my tongue has developed its own independent urethra.
I keep working my tongue in and out of my mouth, experimenting with different lip configurations. Trying to twist and bend my new cock—as I used to twist and bend my tongue—now meets with too much resistance to allow me to form words, but the very attempt at bending creates a new kind of pleasure somewhere deep inside my tongue. I quickly add this new technique to my self-sucking arsenal, resulting, along with the sliding and vibrating, in more pleasure than I ever could have imagined. Something about my tongue cock’s proximity to my brain must increase the pleasure tenfold. I can barely even see straight.
A new change comes over my tongue now. The outer layer of it separates, forming a loose sleeve over my inner tongue. This new sleeve has much more give and slowly increases in length, creating what I quickly realize is a foreskin sheath for my new cockhead.
My tongue has a foreskin. How is this even possible? And how is it so incredibly arousing? I pump my new foreskin in and out of my mouth. It feels so pliant and smooth—like slippery wet velvet.
I nestle my cock tongue back in my mouth and shut my lips. Then, slowly, I press my tongue through my lips, applying just enough suction to keep my new foreskin inside. I see stars. Somehow, in the previous couple seconds, my tongue’s cockhead and frenulum must have increased in sensitivity, perhaps thanks to the appearance of the foreskin.
I slowly retract my cock tongue until all but the head is back inside my mouth. Precum oozes slowly onto my lips and down the side of my face. Then, ever so slowly, I push my cock tongue back out into the open, manipulating the foreskin with my lips as I go.
Finally, I push my new cock out as far as I can, knowing before I even look that it’s sticking out several inches from my mouth, with more still rubbing around inside my mouth, enticing the rest back inside with promises of warm, moist, caressing skin.
I look down at my tongue.
It’s definitely a cock. It’s a perfect cock. I can tell it has completed its transformation. Beyond it, I can see my two nipple cocks. I’d been so wrapped up in blowjob heaven that I’d forgotten about them. They—along with my original cock—are impossibly hard, still dutifully pumping out steady streams of precum. I can feel it dripping off my torso and pooling onto the metal table underneath me.
Almost unconsciously I suck my tongue cock back into my mouth and push it back out again. Oh, God, the unfathomable pleasure of it!
In and out, in and out, always finding new ways to tease myself, bringing myself again and again to new heights of ecstasy. How long before I cum? I feel so good. I can’t imagine not having cum already, and yet I haven’t. How much farther up into space can I go? How much more pleasure will I experience before I finally climax with whatever super-orgasm is coming?
I don’t care. I don’t care if I ever orgasm. This feels too good. I run my tongue cock along the insides of my cheeks, biting gently down with my teeth, scraping exquisitely against the sensitive skin near the head. Each pang of pleasure feels as good as any orgasm—or, at least, any orgasm I’d had up until today.
Something moves to my right. It’s the engineer! I’d entirely forgotten about him. He moves to the edge of the table near my head, then he slowly bends forward until our faces are mere inches apart. I look deep into his eyes, quietly thanking him for this gift. He nods in understanding, not wishing to disturb the mood with words. Then he brings one arm across my torso, careful not to touch my two engorged nipples, and braces himself on either side of the metal table. I spend a brief moment admiring again his muscular arms as revealed by his dark tank top. His biceps and triceps bulge. I can see forests of dark hair hidden deep within his armpits, as perfect as anything I’ve ever seen. I can feel my desire for his body increasing with every moment.
The engineer lowers himself down slowly until his lips are only separated from mine by a hair’s breadth. I can feel his hot breath on my face, can see the shadow of stubble across his rugged jaw. He is breathing as quickly as I am, obviously aroused at my tongue’s recent transformation.
He opens his mouth, extends his tongue slightly, and runs it across my lips, teasing me. I understand and slowly extend my own tongue from the sensual safety of my mouth.
The head of my tongue cock exits my mouth and enters his, rubbing along his velvety tongue and lips as it goes. I moan at the sensation, adding a pleasurable vibration to the experience. French kissing has taken on a whole new meaning.
He begins giving my tongue a blow job, licking, sucking, quickly proving he knows much more than me about oral ministrations. I kiss him back as well as I can with my lips. I can’t bend my tongue anymore, but I continue attempting to twist and bend it for the attempt’s inherent pleasure.
I pump my tongue in and out of my own mouth and his, passing through two sets of lips, feeling his own tongue teasing the underside of my cock, then licking around the foreskin. I thrust deeply, only stopping when I rub against the delicious back of his throat.
He moans and sucks harder.
The vibration and sudden increase in suction make me moan, too.
Then I can feel it. I can feel it finally coming.
I whimper, writhing in my restraints. The orgasm is building somewhere inside my mouth, rising higher and higher. Somewhere, distantly, I’m aware of matching sensations in my chest and between my legs. One of my movements brushes my right nipple against the engineer’s arm, grazing it with his arm hair. I can’t think. I gasp at the sensation which travels like a bolt of lightning through my chest. I can’t keep my mouth shut around my cock any longer or I know I’ll faint. The engineer doesn’t move his arm, and I continue brushing my right nipple against it in slow motions back and forth.
The added sensation kicks the pleasure into an even higher gear. I’m coming. There’s no stopping it.
The engineer, sensing the impending orgasm, increases his speed and suction.
I groan. I pump my tongue cock in and out of his mouth, rub my nipple cock back and forth across his arm.
It builds. It builds. Where will it stop?
I vocalize involuntarily—something between a sigh and a whine. Distantly, I realize I am no longer in control of myself.
The engineer moans again. He sucks on my tongue’s foreskin and teases its urethra, lapping up the increased flow of precum being pumped out.
I reach the peak.
I scream, and all at once I’m pumping cum through my tongue and into his mouth. The feeling in indescribable. Every pump causes my tongue to spasm and jerk forward, deeper into his mouth. I can feel him swallowing my cum as fast as it gushes out, working my tongue cock’s head with his throat muscles in the process, milking me for all I’m worth.
The incredible feeling of orgasm travels down my throat and branches out into my chest. It reaches each of my nipple cocks, which subsequently emit waves of intense pleasure and orgasm themselves. I scream again. They feel impossibly good. Ten times better than they felt not so long ago. My right nipple especially burns with pleasure. It feels like it must be exploding.
The cum from my chest shoots up into the air and rains back down on us, splattering us both with the physical manifestation of my pleasure. Each pectoral muscle and nipple spasms again and again like delicious electric fire. Again and again I shoot from my tongue and nipples.
Then I can feel the pleasure shoot from each nipple down my abs and into my groin, and my original cock also orgasms, spraying the engineer’s torso with more cum and sending cascading waves of pleasure back up my body to my nipples and tongue.
For a brief moment I am cumming through four separate cocks. Four cocks. I know nobody has ever felt this much pure ecstatic bliss before. I feel as if I have almost entered some new plane of existence. I can feel it just beyond my grasp, calling to me through the endless pleasure.
Then, with a final jerk, my tongue ceases its movements. Soon my nipple and original cocks also stop their movements.
I gasp again and again for air, momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend my new existence.
The engineer slowly releases my tongue cock from his mouth, slurping an sucking as he goes, sending a few final shivers through me.
Rising, he swallows the last of my tongue’s cum and wipes his mouth with the back of a hand. He is covered in cum. I am covered in cum. The table is covered in cum. I can feel it sliding around beneath my back.
The engineer smiles and says, “I will allow you a moment of respite while I clean up. Then we shall move on to the next stage.”
My mind, still numb with the impossible pleasure of it all, fails to understand his words. My body does understand, however. And it quivers with anticipation.