More experimentation
#2 of Julian's Laboratory
I tried once more to lift my arm from the seat Julian had strapped me to. The fox was currently in the other room, still performing some sort of experiment. I could tell because every so often I'd feel him poking and prodding at my stolen manhood. The hopelessness of the situation was enough to keep me from being turned on again. Without the basic human needs for existence there was a good chance he could keep me here forever and I would be completely subjected to every stupid kink he had without getting anything in return. I tried to move my arm, but it was impossible with my lack of bones and muscle. To make matters worse, Julian turned on a very noisy air conditioner keeping the room at a nice cool temperature close to freezing, at least it felt like it was close to freezing. The door opened and my spirit dropped. The only thing in Julian's hand was a clipboard. "How is my little wolf holding up?" "Where is it?" I asked slowly. "Don't worry, it's in a safe place." He walked forward and reached down to where my penis used to be. He smoothed over the small bump that had remained until all that was left was a hairless patch of skin. Before I could even protest he reached down and pulled at my balls as fast as he could so that it snapped off without stretching. The world around me turned into a purple haze for a second as I recovered from the violation. Then he ripped them apart and rolled them into perfect spheres. "Experiment 2, Coefficient of restitution." "What does that mean?" I asked afraid of how he was planning on mutilating this part of my body. "Oh sorry, in layman's terms, I want to know if your balls bounce." A grin spread over his face as he let the two spheres fall to the floor. As they hit a wave of pain spread up through my body as though I had just been kicked. They bounced back up in to the air but not enough for him to catch them, not that it looked like he was planning on catching them anyway. When they came to rest he leaned down and poked them with the tip a pair of forceps. "Slight deformation caused by impact, coefficient of restitution is around .3." He looked up and smiled. "Overall experiment went as hypothesized, no further information required." I sighed happy that he wasn't going to continue throwing my balls at the floor and was completely helpless to watch as his palms slammed into the floor, turning my balls into pancakes and my mind into complete mush. "Experiment 3, molding." He peeled my balls off of the floor and unceremoniously slapped them onto my chest before smoothing them over until they became flush with the rest of my body. The only reason I could tell they weren't originally part of my chest was how they completely covered my nipples so that they disappeared. "Will the rubber section pulled from the body act as though it is a receptor for the part it replaced or will it continue to act as the part it was pulled from. He reached out and pinched, twisting as though he were torturing my nipples. Unfortunately for me it still felt as though he were torturing my balls. "Subject, can you tell me which part of your body felt the stimulus?" Julian asked. "My nipples" I lied realizing that I might be able to stop him from torturing my balls again. He accepted this answer with a look of regret and I felt as though I had completely dodged a bullet. Julian looked as though he was beginning to get very uncomfortable and started shifting back and forth every so often behind his clipboard as he scribbled down notes. I looked down to the lower section of his lab coat where a significant bulge appeared. I couldn't believe he was getting turned on by all of this. He threw his clipboard down on a chair on the other side of the room and turned back to me. The bulge was bigger and I could smell his must from across the room, there was a change in him as he moved across the room back to me. He licked his lips and no longer maintained the air of a scientist. "I'm sorry, but I have to have you. I don't care if this might screw up the results of the experiment, you just look so cute and helpless there." Julian stripped out of the lab coat and for the first time since arriving I finally got a view of him in all his glory. His cock stood at attention and was only slightly bigger than the one I used to have. Amid all of the horrible torture he put me through, I couldn't help but feel slightly enraptured by the body I had only dreamed about. I wanted him inside me and my body knew it. My arm twitched slightly as he came closer, I wanted to reach out and pull him to me but other than the tiny twitch I still had no control over it. I slightly wondered what was going on with my penis in the other room, it was surely stirring even if it couldn't become erect. "There's only one way I can see this working without removing the straps." He said and pulled out what looked like a surgical knife. "I'm sorry if this has any... um, negative side effects." He said and held the knife to my throat. With one quick slice I felt my head separate from my body. It hurt for a second but I was more taken aback by the fact that I was still alive to notice. "Please say something." It was the first time he had ever hinted at being slightly worried about my condition. "I... I'm fine." I said hesitantly as he held my head in such a way that I was staring directly back at my body. "Oh thank god. I can't hold back any longer." He pulled my head away from my body and brought the two of us over to the chair at the other end of the room. My view was pleasantly erotic as he lowered me close to his throbbing member. I opened my mouth and gladly accepted it as he brought my muzzle down over his shaft. I was being used as a sex toy and was completely okay with it. Never in a million years would I have thought I could be in this situation. He began to pick up his pace pulling my head up and down as I sucked him off. I felt his hands deforming my head as he used more force. The tip of his penis poked at the back of my throat, elongating my mouth in such a way that I could soon take in his hold member without any difficulty. He slowed for a second and used the knife to slice my muzzle away from my eyes and set down my eyes on the chair before continuing. I watched as my muzzle reformed into what looked like a ball of clay, I could still taste everything but my mouth was more like a fuck toy now instead of a mouth. His member swelled and he panted as the pre deposited itself within my mouth, it tasted bittersweet. "This feels so amazing." He sighed as he pumped load of cum out into my completely deformed mouth. He pulled out and pinched the front of my mouth together so that it held all of his cum inside of it. I wanted to swallow but it was a bit difficult without having a throat. He squeezed until the cum burst free of one of what I could only assume had originally been my cheek. He reformed a very primitive looking muzzle and placed the rest of my head on top of it before returning me to my body. Even though I hadn't actually gotten anything out of it, I basked in the knowledge that I had just blown the hottest fox I knew. "As a reward for being such a good subject, I will bring back your penis before we continue. But just in case..." He reached down and squeezed my fingers together until the tip of my arms ended in what looked like cartoon hands. He then bent over and worked on my feet until they too were just stubs at the end of my legs. Even if I could find some way to move, it would be very difficult to escape now and he knew it. "Do you even have a way to reverse this?" I asked speaking for the first time out of my new mouth. Not everything formed correctly but it was good enough for him to understand what I was asking. I feared at this point that his answer was going to be no. "I do, but like I said, not until after I'm done with my experiments." "What else could you possibly have to do to me that you haven't done already?" I asked trying not to sound too angry for fear that he would change his mind about bringing my penis back. "That has yet to be determined..." * * *
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