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It didn't take long for the already excited otter to reach his full length, in fact, he nearly orgasmed simply from the slick, but strong hands of the sexy creature massaging him all over. His furry cock was pointing straight up towards the ceiling, from which a strange machine started to descend. It was a transparent, fleshlight shaped device on the end of a long, flexible tube, looking surprisingly simple and primitive compared to all the high tech machinery around. The orca carefully slipped it onto his partner's penis, and after just a few seconds, the machine started vibrating and gently sucking on it.

The otter boy had never experienced anything like this before, in fact, the only source of orgasm he had up to that point was his right hand, so the feeling of actually being sucked on was unfamiliar, but needless to say, highly pleasurable. He closed his eyes and enjoyed as the repeated, constant up and down movements of the milking machine got him closer and closer to a climax, feeling himself becoming more sensitive with each passing second.

"How does it feel?" The orca asked, still rubbing the thigh of his subject, even though he knew that the machine would be more than enough to bring the virgin boy to an orgasm. "I reckon you've never experienced something like this before~"

"No sir, I definitely haven't!" Ben replied, unsure as to why he just referred to his new friend as 'sir'; perhaps it was just his submissive side coming out as he slowly got worked up. "And it feels wonderful! I wish we could do this more often than once every month!"

"You're free to come to us whenever you wish, Ben!" Came the reassuring reply. "I just assumed you wouldn't have the time to come more often due to how well you were achieving at school... You must be a very dedicated student."

"Mh, yes, I am actually a good student... In some subjects at least..." Ben replied proudly, albeit getting reminded of how he was performing at gym and music took away a bit of his confidence. "But really, I can skip a couple of afternoons of studying to spend a little quality time with my friends!"

"That is fantastic to hear, Ben. The more often we can get samples from you, the easier and faster our experiments will be." Replied the orca while doing something on one of the many gadgets attached to his exterior.

At that moment, as if it was switched up into a higher gear, the machine started going up and down much faster than before, and also sucking at least twice as strongly. At first, it was quite a strange feeling for the otter, a little uncomfortable even, but as he got used to it, he realized that it was much more pleasurable than the previous mode. At this point, he could barely hold in his orgasm even if he wanted to, the slimy, soft padding of the machine felt like what he imagined would be a real butthole, warm and comfortably tight. He clenched his fists, letting out quiet, high pitched moans as he always did when he was nearing an orgasm, squeezing his eyes shut as he awaited the moment he would finally be pushed over the edge by a well timed stroke.

"Is it coming?" The alien asked after seeing the squirming of his subject calmly, but still with a bit of excitement in his voice; after all, this was going to be an important part of their project.

"Y-yes!" Ben moaned out, opening up his eyes and shooting a big load of cum into the machine, which effortlessly sucked it up, quickly transporting it into some kind of a storage unit through the transparent tubing. There were a couple of other, smaller shots before the otter was completely exhausted, putting down his sweaty head on the bed and panting profusely. "That was... Amazing!"

"That is great to hear. I'm looking forward to your future contributions!" The orca replied, turning away for a while to do something on a table next to him, which the otter couldn't quite see.

"Can we turn this thing off now?" He giggled nervously, as the milking machine was still going with its full speed, and as the blood rushed out of his sensitive, limp penis, the constant rubbing started becoming rather uncomfortable than pleasurable, like when it was fully erect and begging to blow its load.

"Not yet buddy, I'm afraid! We need to get as much seed out of you as we can, as we don't really know how much it would take to complete our project. I'm pretty sure you can blow at least a couple more loads, even if they won't be as pleasurable as the first one. We know how your strange little reproductive systems work." The alien explained calmly, walking over to one of the stands with a bunch of chemicals, arousing a bit of suspicion in the otter. What was he preparing? They were going to let him go if he asked, right? They were his friends after all, right?

"N-no, I'm pretty sure that's not the case. I'm sucked dry!" Ben tried to keep up his friendly, giggly attitude, but his post-nut clarity slowly brought the skepticism back into his mind, like how it was before all the touchy-feely stuff started. He didn't ask to be released right away so he didn't sound too defensive or cowardly in front of the alien. Still, he tried to hint towards starting to be uncomfortable as best as he could with his tone of voice.

"It probably wouldn't be the case on its own..." As the orca turned around without any regard to his subject's cues, who could finally see what he was holding in his hand, which made his heart sink: A syringe! There was a strange blue bubbling liquid inside, which even seemed to glow a little bit. It definitely wasn't something that Ben wanted to be injected with, but he couldn't think of any other reason why he orca would pull something like that out all of a sudden. "But we've developed certain drugs which can increase your productivity by anywhere from 200% to 1500%. We'll just have to test how much it's going to be!"

"No no, I'm afraid we can't do that, you see I have a deathly fear of syringes and I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be a very healthy thing to do, if you want I could even return tomorrow and donate some more, just please don't inject anything into me!" Ben tried to sit up, but to his shock, he was unable to move. As if the machine he was lying in was radiating some kind of a force field that made him completely unable to move any muscle of his body other than his head, he was completely tied down and at the mercy of his new "friends." He panicked: even with his terrified brain, he could calculate that a 1500% increase in productivity would mean 14 more orgasms to go, to which he definitely wasn't prepared neither physically, nor mentally.

"We can't let this opportunity pass, I'm sorry Ben." It was hard to tell whether the orca was actually sympathetic when he said these words to his subject, who was much more preoccupied with the needle poking into his testicles, and the burning feeling of a strange substance being vaccinated into him. He screamed and tried his hardest to escape the invisible bounds of the bed, but he was unable to achieve anything.

"I can't believe you're doing this, I thought you were my friend!" He yelled with teary eyes, watching painfully as his penis almost instantly started getting erect again, but this time, the stroking wasn't coupled with a sense of pleasure. At this point, he really was just simply being milked, like a cow in a factory whose udders were hooked up to machines for hours at a time.

"Oh don't worry, we are still your friends!" The alien replied calmly, grabbing some kind of a belt and strapping down the helpless otter's head, restraining the only part of his body which he could move up to that point. "Remember, you're going to get a gift from us! Now, the chip can only be inserted into your brain through a surgery, so you'll be knocked out before we even begin. This means that you'll miss out on most of the milking too!"

"A surgery? No no no, this is going waaay too far now, I do not consent, I do not consent to this!" Ben tried to protest to no avail.The human laws of consent didn't seem to mean much to the alien, who got everything ready for the procedure without saying a word, all the knives, saws, scissors and sponges placed right next to him in complete silence, which was only broken by the occasional panicked whining of Ben. By that point, he had already realized that he wasn't a "friend" of the aliens, but only a gullible little test subject, who was so flustered by the sensual closeness of the attractive orca, that he gave up every bit of freedom he had. He was now an important asset to this extraterrestrial species, and no matter how much he protested, they wouldn't let this great opportunity slip out of their hands.

He couldn't protest for much longer anyway, as his words became slurred, his vision blurry then dark, and finally he was completely knocked out on the table, fully exposed to whatever they wanted to do with his body. The anesthetic acted quickly and efficiently, so Ben couldn't feel anything, the entire duration of the surgery was going to be an empty hole in his memory.

The procedure took several hours, and the sun was already coming up by the time Ben was woken up from his artificially induced dream; not that he would have had any idea inside the windowless spaceship with no way to tell how much time had already passed while he was under the knife. It took a little while to get used to being awake again, as he slowly turned his head around, blinking several times to regain the clarity of his vision. It felt like he had just woken up hungover after a night of heavy drinking and partying, even though he never did anything like that, given his highly introverted nature. He groggily tried regaining his thoughts, finally remembering where he was.

"W-what was that all about?" He finally managed to ask, looking down on himself and seeing that he was still completely naked. He looked up at the orca with confusion, as he was still preoccupied doing something on his wrist gadget, as if he was programming something.

"Congratulations ?ë?, the procedure has been successful! You're now officially one of us." He replied proudly after looking up from whatever finishing touches he was doing. The name... Ben... Sounded so alien and strange from his mouth, as if he had never heard it before, especially not referring to him. "By the way, the milking session was quite a bit of a success. We managed to milk eleven loads out of you until your system completely gave up the fight."

"I don't understand anything..." He insisted, but at least now he knew the reason for the terrible aching he felt in his testacles, as if he had been kicked in the nuts repeatedly while he was out. He tried to sit up, but the machine's force field still seemed to be in full effect.

"What I mean is, I've implanted a chip into your brain that allows me to take control of your movements and your speech! You're basically a brain inside of a robot that we will happily control to make your life so much easier! And to give you a little extra motivation to come back and let us milk you a couple more times, if you know what I mean." The alien explained like it was the most natural thing in the world, then pressing a button on his wrist device that made the otter instantly spring up from the bed.

"That sounds awesome! Thanks a lot dude, I'm so glad you've done this for me. I just can't thank you enough!" He said in a lively, enthusiastic tone, completely opposite of how he had been communicating up to that point. This, of course, all happened without Ben actually wanting to do it, and it really did feel like he was just watching everything unfold, the only thing he had to himself being his thoughts.

"Aw, no worries little guy. We will watch your upcoming days with great interest, and you already know how you can thank us~" The orca replied, walking to the exit of the spaceship and pressing a button, which opened up the door. Only then did Ben see just how late it already was, the sky was pink as the sun had started to slowly rise from the horizon. He was now a different otter, and there was nothing he could do to go back to how he was before.

"Of course! I'll be back as soon as possible, and I'll try to get at least fourteen loads out for you this time!" Ben replied as he headed out of the spaceship, already feeling sick to the stomach from the thought of lying under the milking machine again, which was the complete opposite of what his friendly tone of voice conveyed, over which he no longer had any control.

"Don't forget your clothes, buddy~" The orca said, handing Ben's clothes over to him in which he came. They definitely had the same sushi scent on them that he felt when first being held close to the killer whale, but he couldn't figure out why that was for the life of him. As he put it on himself, they felt a little bit tight, as if he had gained a little bit of weight in the short time period that he was in the spaceship, but the weight felt different; instead of the dead weight that his excess fat put on his body, this felt like it gave him more strength. Is it possible that besides a simple brain chip, he also got a muscle implantation to make him stronger? Why would the aliens need to go through such an intense and extensive procedure if they only needed to use him as a sort of sperm cow to milk to their heart's content?

"That's what I like to hear!" The alien said after him, and soon enough, Ben could hear the door of the spaceship close behind him. When he looked back- still not out of his own will, if he was the one controlling himself, he would have ran without ever looking back- and saw that the spaceship had already disappeared, as if it took off completely silently in just under five seconds. What is more likely is that it was simply really well disguised; but he had no doubt that this new version of himself would have no trouble finding his way back to it when he "got in the mood" of making another generous donation to the experiments.

He wondered where he was heading next, as it was still too early for school, but going back home would have been pointless; it probably would've been for the best if he didn't get into another argument with his parents about skipping school and not going home on time. He had already had lots of these squabbles before, but he knew for a fact that this would have been even more serious, as he spent the whole night in the forest. It was not up to him anymore though, so all he could do was to observe the meat robot that he was locked into cut effortlessly through the bush and thick forest, easily finding his way back onto the beaten path.

The first thing that he noticed was that his new self was definitely a lot more athletic than how he was before he lost control. Maybe the source of his weakness really was his lack of self confidence, and it was all just in his head; it was an interesting philosophical question, but of course, it also could have very well been possible that he was just pumped up with some strange alien strength inducing drugs that gave him enough energy not to pass out on the spot after exhausting his body and mind so much.

His first path led to the small river in the forest, a place he knew very well and liked to visit on his hikes. The water was clear and cold as always, and he leaned in to wash himself, as he had accumulated quite a bit of sweat after the struggles and being milked so hard, so he was stinking pretty badly. He looked at his reflection in the water: His face hadn't changed much, it was still the same round, cute otter face he had before, most of the changes occurred in the rest of his body instead, as his limbs and belly got a little bit more muscular.

He collected a little bit of water with his hands and washed his face. The water was incredibly cold and he felt quite uncomfortable doing it, but his physical body didn't even shiver, it seemed to take the cold temperatures much better than his old self. He didn't stop at his face, covering most of his body in the clean, cool water of the river, and even though it felt like his brain was going to freeze off, once he was done, he felt incredibly refreshed.

When he managed to completely dry off, he "decided" to head to the school, which was still completely quiet and closed, as even the janitors were yet to arrive at such an early hour. This didn't stop the otter from getting in however, as he quickly found a window at the back which was left conveniently open for him to climb outside and head straight to the room where he had left his school supplies the previous day. He picked them up and slowly walked to his usual place in the classroom, then went completely still, staring ahead in front of him.

"Well, this is awkward... It seems they have run out of ideas." Ben thought to himself when he realized that the aliens who were controlling him were probably just going to make him sit there until the class started, leaving him literally alone with his thoughts for the next couple of hours.

It left him with plenty of time to think, as he tried his best to come up with a plan to get himself out of this situation. He knew that the only thing he needed to do was to somehow get rid of or damage the chip, but it was implanted safely within his skull. Without any way to control his body or his speech, he couldn't really ask for any help, and even if he could... Who in the world would believe the story that he just randomly found an alien spaceship in the forest, in which he got enticed by a friendly looking orca cyborg who suddenly betrayed him to implant a chip in his head? That sounded like a pretty straight forward path to a mental institute.

After being alone with his desperate thoughts for a few hours, he started suffering more and more. He begged for anyone to finally step inside and do something, so he would finally have some entertainment. Needless to say, it came as a sweet relief when he saw the door finally open after sitting for what felt like ages, but his initial happiness quickly faded when he saw who it was: one of his (many) rivals. It wasn't one of the football jocks who had picked on him the previous day- those guys were without exception, always late to every class- but instead, it was the fox guy who always liked to play pranks on him, and crack a couple of embarrassing jokes about him during class. He couldn't resist picking on Ben this time either, looking at him with a face that looked like he was trying to hold in a laughter with all his strength.

"Ooh, good morning nerdy boy! Looks like the teacher's pet can't even wait until sunrise to come to school and obediently sit at his desk, just begging to finally solve some math problems!" He said in an over dramatized, sarcastic voice, making big gestures with his hands as he was talking. It was quite an embarrassing comment, but at least it was some social interaction. Ben tried to reply of a quick, witty response, but his body acted before he could even fully process what was being said to him.

"Thanks for noticing my commitment to my education! I'm actually looking forward to crushing those math problems today." Ben calmly replied without seemingly even have to think about the comeback, cringing at himself on the inside: he would have definitely told the fox to go fuck himself or something along those lines, but definitely not something like... That. It started becoming painfully evident that the aliens still had a lot to learn about earthling communication.

Despite the strange nerdiness of his reply, it seemed to be more effective at shutting the insulting down than anything he'd ever said in the past: His classmate threw him a weird look, then walked out of the room chuckling. Ben was for one, relieved that the fox was out of his life for a couple more minutes, but his embarrassment still made him want to reach into his brain and tear the damn chip out finally.

The classes during the day went super well, the teachers were already used to Ben being a clever student, but the performance he was giving that day surprised even them. He solved all the math problems before the teacher even finished explaining what they were supposed to do, he spoke native level Spanish in his language class even though his level never really surpassed barely conversational until then, and his singing was so good in music class that the teacher accused him of pretending to not being able to sing until that point, begging him to join the school choir. Even the bullies in the back stayed quiet for the duration, which was very uncharacteristic of them; everyone could feel that something strange was going on. But of course, the ultimate test remained the gym class, where the three pitbulls couldn't wait to finally teach the full of himself, miracle student a lesson.

Ben, of course, felt terrified but excited at the same time, watching himself exceed at everything far beyond anyone's expectations. Despite still desperately wishing to regain control of his actions, he was thankful that at least the aliens decided to make him such a desirable person, instead of just embarrassing him even further. He knew that someone from up there was watching, and probably toying with him like a simple video game character, which made him super anxious that whoever was playing would suddenly get bored and switch to another "gameplay style".

Despite how well he was performing all day, his stomach still started to turn at the thought of gym class. The brain chip could give him all the knowledge and intellectual talent in the world, but his body wasn't modified, he was still the short, chubby otter guy that everyone knew and loved to make fun of. He was petrified as he stood in line in the gym, albeit on the outside, he was smiling and ready to achieve any task. If only he had half of this confidence in his old form- he thought- his life would be so much easier.

As always, they started the lesson with a bit of running. Ben was always exhausted after just two laps, but this time, his body seemed to be handling the exercise so much better. He simply put one leg after the other, and even after running five laps, he didn't feel any exhaustion in his body, in fact, it felt like he was only starting to warm up. This wasn't enough to spark anyone's interest yet though, but the next task certainly was: they were going to play soccer again, just like the day before.

It was time to pick teams: Ben's classmates were quickly picked into each team, leaving the otter to finally be called last, as usual. "You're gonna be the goalie!" one of the football jocks instructed him, who obediently stood into his place. This was always his position, there was no need to even tell him- he would always stand there, waiting for the ball to come and hit him. Sometimes he felt like the enemy team wasn't even trying to score a goal, but instead just focused on shooting the ball into him at full force. He couldn't stand out of the way though, as that would count as sabotaging the game, and he didn't want to get any bad grades or further humiliation from the coach.

"Actually, why not have him in the front?" Another guy suggested in a joking, sarcastic tone. "He's been such a good boy at school today, why not have this wonder-student score some goals for us?" The others seemed to like the idea very much, already laughing at the image of the clumsy otter falling over and failing to shoot the ball into even an empty goal.

"Why not? I've always wanted to try what being at the frontline was like!" Ben smiled and confidently took his place right at the middle of the field while the others quietly giggled, waiting for the match to start. Of course, he was still completely petrified on the inside, his heart beating so fast that he was afraid that he would pass out from the excitement, completely throwing away his only chance at being something other than a goalkeeper.

The gym teacher blew into his whistle to start the match, and at that exact moment, Ben felt something he had never felt before in his entire life. His body was well coordinated, he ran faster than all the others, and he felt so much physical strength inside of him that he felt like he could shove anyone out of his way. He quickly got to the ball and started running with it like it was second nature, easily getting past anyone who tried to take it away from him.

Then, he finally got to a position where he could try and aim at the goal; this was his only chance, if he messed this one up, he would once again be laughed at, cementing his legacy as being the worst player at school. He wanted to close his eyes in fear, but his body felt quite the contrary: he was locked onto the target, looking bravely ahead and waiting for the perfect moment before shooting the ball right into the net.

The keeper didn't even have a chance to reach after the ball, it went so fast. Usually when the team scored a goal, there was loud celebration and cheering, but this time, the whole gym fell silent for a second. Did the fat otter boy really just do that? Were they all having a collective hallucination? Ben felt a knot in his stomach, afraid that they would turn on him and accuse him of being a cheater, but after a second or so of processing what just happened, suddenly the others broke out, cheering.

The otter felt incredibly proud of himself, but at the same time, totally out of control. He wasn't living his own life anymore, and even though he had finally managed to break out of the unpopular nerd position, and now everyone was asking him to join his team, he didn't have control over anything anymore, as if he was just watching a very realistic film for each of his waking hours.

Over time, he became the most popular kid at school, excelling both at academics and sports. He got a girlfriend- even though he wasn't into girls in the first place- and got accepted into a prestigious university before he even graduated from high school. But of course besides all that, he always managed to make some time to return to his friends on the alien base, wandering out into the forest every once in a while, cheerfully greeting the aliens and lying down obediently on the milking table, while inside he was horrified of yet another night of endless, merciless milking of his seed. This was his life now, and would continue to live like this until the aliens finally had enough of playing with him and exploiting his resources; but whether that was going to be in a few months time or until the day he died, nobody could know the answer to.