# A Peculiar Prison Author: BadRoy Tags: Anal, Dragon, M/M, Male lactation, Milking, Muscle Growth, Muscles, Non-Consensual #3 of Muscle/Growth/Fat Arturo Drago is an infamous criminal sentenced to life in prison at Sweetwater Penitentiary. This experimental facility puts their inmates to use in a rather unique way. Migrating from FA. Going to take a while to get fully caught up. * * * * * * Arturo Drago has gone too far. The storied criminal with a history of misdemeanors both violent and non-violent has landed a life-sentence for an attempted robbery which led to a catastrophic car chase. The judge, aggravated by Arturo's blasé nature toward his heinous crimes, decided his sentence would be carried out at the new, experimental Sweetwater Penitentiary. Now, after a holding period at a Washingon police department he is being shepherded to his final home. None have broken free from Sweetwater and just as few people know what goes on within its concrete walls. Arturo is unfazed. "Easy with the chain esé. What is it your first day?" The gray dragon, clothed in his bright, orange prison garb, is led by chain into Sweetwater Penitentiary's gates. He is attended by a small group of WPD officers. "Shut it Drago. I've had enough of your crap. Can't wait to hand you over." The officer holding Arturo's chain grumbles. Arturo smirks in reply. He is unthreatened by the dominating concrete structure before him. The foreboding layers of fences through which they had passed to reach Sweetwater seem like an overly dramatic display to the experienced dragon. He had broken out of larger and more secure prisons. 'This will be a breeze.' He thinks.   When the group reaches Sweetwater's accessioning entrance the majority of the officers wait outside leaving Arturo alone with the leash-holder. "Friends waiting outside?" Arturo jeers "Are you nervous little man?" The gray dragon's muscular form towers above the crested jay who holds his chain. Only his cuffed hands and the officer's possession of a gun prevent him from enacting an escape. "Sweetwater policy. Come on." The officer replies coldly as he leads Arturo into an empty chamber. The officer walks to the opposing wall and presses a glowing button. Soon two corrections officers emerge. These have strangely detached demeanors unbefitting of jailors. They swoop into the room and toward Arturo. "Thank you officer, we'll take him from here." One of the Sweetwater officers announces. The Jay immediately hands over Arturo's chain. "He's alllll yours. Hey Arturo I hope you choke you dirtbag!" The jay officer calls as the other officers lead the dragon into the room from which they had come. "Hey, I'll be out of here soon enough!" Arturo returns boldly.     Arturo and the officers leave the concrete and iron bars behind them as they enter a stark-white room with minimalistic metal fixtures. Arturo is briefly taken aback by the sterile-looking appearance. Before the group is a metal desk manned by a bookish badger wearing a uniform bearing the logo 'Mandrogen.' "You are Prisoner AJ-090-15: Arturo Drago correct?" The badger asks without removing his eyes from his laptop. "Damn right." Arturo cockily replies. The badger at the desk deigns to raise an eyebrow and look Arturo in the face. "Proceed" the badger says to the guards. "Enjoy your stay Drago." He adds. "Not that I'll be here for long. Hahaha." Drago laughs as the guards lead Drago from the room and into a long hallway. The building which from the outside looks like a normal prison looks more like a science laboratory within. The hallway is peopled with neat, bookish types. "Hey isn't this Sweetwater? What's with all this 'Mandrogen?' I ain't heard of it." Arturo asks his stoic attendants. "Sweetwater is our cover. Mandrogen was contracted by the government to run this facility in secrecy. You will learn why." The taller of the guards explains.   "Ooooh fucking scary. I don't care what experimental shit you have for me. I've seen it all." Arturo taunts. The guard rolls his eyes as they reach their destination. After pushing open the swinging double doors Arturo and his guards enter a busy room. There are a half-dozen Mandrogen employees tinkering with a contraption in the center of the room. The machine looks like a masseuses table with conspicuous holes where ones chest would go and another at the waist. There are also tables covered in vials and needles of all shapes and sizes. "Oh good here he is. Bring him in." The evident head of the proceedings announces. The fox, like the rest, wears a lab coat and latex gloves. "What the hell is this thing?" Asks a baffled Arturo gesturing the table. "Alright, cuffs off. Lets get him undressed." The fox instructs; ignoring Arturo's question. "Cuff-wha?!" Arturo begins as the employees swarm him. The guards who led him in remove his handcuffs and the employees then go to work on his clothes. He attempts to fight them off, but even his bulging muscles are useless against so many grabbing hands. The roughly unzip his prison garb and pull it off of him leaving him wearing only his boxer shorts.   "He-hey. What do you think you're doing?" Arturo shouts. The attendants continue to ignore. "Hey I asked you a question. Give me my clothes back!" The gray dragon is bared to the room. Being a flightless dragon Arturo has a robust and husky body which has been honed by years of physical training and upkeep. From large, powerful feet trunk-like legs grow. They sinuously build to a thick core and rather huge tail. His manifold abdominals shine under the fluorescent lights. Above his firm pectorals stands a wide muscular neck atop of which sits Arturo's handsome head. Adorned with horns resembling those of a bull. He flexes his arms threateningly. "I said give me my clothes back. Now!" Arturo shouts at the fox who stands unimpressed. Two attendants grab Arturo's arm and another approaches to give him a swift injection. "Ack, what the hell was that?" Arturo asks of the attendants. The fox finally speaks. "That was your initialization injection. You may begin to feel some minor discomfort." The fox tersely explains.   "Initial--rgggh" Arturo begins before a throbbing pain causes him to moan. His whole body is pulsing. Rather his muscles are pulsing and feel as though they are on fire. "What did you dooo?" Arturo checks his arms and notices that his muscles are growing. All along his already prodigious arms and legs the musculature enlarges. His chest balloons outwards as his pectorals redouble with muscle. The skin, now taut over them, gives them the appearance of sinuous balloons. Arturo's nipples widen slightly and get hard. A curious tension builds within them. Arturo examines his expanding form in horror. The fire reaches Arturo's groin as well when he penis first becomes erect and then nearly doubles its size. His boxers tent and reveal his shame. As the changes finally cease Arturo towers above his jailors. He peaks from between the swollen mountains of his shoulder muscles. "Wh--What did you do to me?!" He asks glaring down at his huge hands and still larger arms. "I look like a freak." His voice is unnaturally deep. Arturo's massive form quakes. His boxers are moist, his nipples unfathomably tender.   "Alright let's get him on the milker." The fox orders. The gaggle of assistants crowd Arturo again. "Hey let go of me. Freaks. What is this?" He shouts in vain as the crowd first remove his tight boxers and then pull him toward the contraption in the center of the room. Arturo can't put up much of a fight because of his soreness. The crowd drapes his hulking body over the contraption with his erect dick in the waist hole and his pectorals occupying the chest holes. His arms are shackled to the stirrups and then a belt is secured around his waist holding the dragon firmly in place. "Dios mio. What are you going to do to me?!" Arturo roars fearing the worst. "We are going to milk you of course." The fox states. Before signaling for one of the attendants to activate the milker. The machine hums and whirs to life as Arturo struggles to free himself. To his horror he feels a warm, lubricated sheath slip over his cock. Simultaneously two suction cups attach to the tender nipples of his bulging pecs. "Milk?! But that's impossible. Ah ahhhh." Arturo yells before, with the sudden hiss of a vacuum, he begins to be milked.   The tubes attached to the suction cups squelch and squeal as the warm viscous milk is drawn from Arturo's hard nipples. It flows easily and is plentiful. The dragon squirms in a combination of terror and abashed pleasure. His cheeks flush red. The sheath around his penis vibrates and pumps perfectly. It is warm and textured. Arturo has never felt this much pleasure at once. A fact he is instantly ashamed of. "How-how is this?" Arturo begins. From his awkward position he looks under the machine and finds the suction tubes drawing his own milk to parts unknown beneath the floor. The attendants take notes or chat amongst themselves. "Hey stop fffucking looking at me." He shouts. They ignore him and Arturo blushes more furiously. He buries his maw into the muscular pit of his arm as he is pleasured.   The relentless stroking of the cock-tube quickly draws Arturo to climax. He pulls against the waist strap to try and get away, but still he comes. As he shoots of his load a suction begins and his sperm is drawn into it. He ejaculates for minutes. His globular balls offer and offer cum to the hungry machine. The dragon roars in sustained pleasure. When he is done climaxing the dragon lays inert with the nipple pumps still sucking. Arturo is confused and ashamed, but takes momentary solace in the sexual gratification.   "Ok, that will do. Get him up." The fox demands. "Congratulations Arturo Drago. You are a very good producer! You've taken to the injection wonderfully." "What the hell is this place?" Arturo wonders aloud as the employees raise his heavy form. He stands dumbly and uneasily; a monster. His dick drips and streams of drying milk streak his valleyed abs. An employee hands him a towel with which he hastily cleans himself. The dragon is startled to find that his penis is still fully erect and his nipples still tender. An employee approaches Arturo from behind with another device. A collar made of metal and studded concentrically with rows of bumps. The employee wraps the device around Arturo's impossibly thick neck and clasps it shut. As he does so the dragon feels two pricks against the back of his neck. "Wha?! What now? What is this?!" Arturo asks exasperated. "That is your poppy collar." The erudite fox explains. "Each of those studs contain a fraction of the fluid you were just injected with. If you disobey an order or have your chain tugged you will hear a pop as one of the studs is cracked and injected through your neck. This will further increase the effects and serve as your punishment." As the fox concludes he hits a buzzer produced from his coat.   "No, no way." Arturo begins. "When does this wear off? When will I be normal again?" He asks urgently. The fox laughs with his comrades. "Baha. Normal. This is who you are now. You are a producer. And a good one at that. As long as you play by the rules you won't turn into a hyper-muscular freakshow. Well, more of a muscular freakshow." "Grr, you scrawny puto." Arturo puts his enormous muscles to task and attacks the fox. He lifts the scientist easily off the ground. \*Fsss-POP\* "Ah, grrooo not again." Arturo feels a surging in his neck which rapidly spreads all over his huge body. His muscles tremble and expand another half inch. His dick extends and pressure builds in his nipples. His pectorals and ass are particularly effected. With the pecs reaching nearly the size and shape of beach balls and his ass growing rotund and firm. Arturo drops the scientist and recoils. "No!" Arturo growls. "Thataboy. My name is Dr. Miller. I will be seeing you three times a week for your milking." The fox introduces, extending his hand. Arturo ignores him and looks over his freshly enlarged body. "Ahem. Here, put this on." Dr. Miller says offering a pair of shorts. Arturo has to struggle to get the tight latex pants over his massive muscles but eventually does so. The black pants are extremely snug and his throbbing dick tents noticeably within. The dragon isn't happy with how the shorts contour his plump ass.   When he is somewhat clothed the doors opposite the ones through which Arturo entered burst open. A bear dressed as a guard strides in. He is holding a kind of high-tech leash. The guard stares at Arturo immediately and holds the icy gaze as he approaches Dr. Miller. Arturo wishes he had a shirt to cover his bulging pecs and slightly leaking nipples. "Hey Mike. He's collared up and ready to go. He's a good one. Got three gallons from his first time! Good call." Dr. Miller greets him. "Somehow I knew he would be." Mike says while staring daggers at Arturo. The bear approaches and roughly latches his leash. "See you later Dr. Miller." The bear adds absently. "Bye Mike. Have fun." With a wink Dr. Miller turns to his apprentices and they begin cleaning the mess Arturo had left behind. The dragon is led sheepishly by Mike toward the double doors. The bear is silent and walks with furious purpose. On the other side of the double doors Arturo meets his jailmates. In the huge hall which is littered with tables and chairs are hundreds of male inmates at varying levels of gigantism. Some like himself are only slightly enlarged, but sorry others have absurdly large bodies. Their ever-engorged dicks fill the tight shorts they all wear and milk stains their chests. All of the other 'producers' share the meek, broken aspect that the dragon is just beginning to assume. A terrified Arturo gawks.   "Hey! Move!" Mike yells as he yanks the chain. \*Fssss-POP, POP, POP\* "What!? No no no Arrrghh." Arturo doubles over as his body once again quakes and grows. The other producers try to ignore the sight and the cries. A groaning is heard as the dragon's muscles permanently expand. His huge dick makes a mess of pre in his shorts. "Sorry. I'm sorry! Stop pulling." Arturo yells. The onlookers relax and turn away. "When I say move, you move. Got it?" Mike yells shoving a finger in Arturo's face. "Y yes... sir." Arturo hates to defer to anyone, but doesn't want to end up like the cartoonishly enlarged producers he has seen. Mike resumes walking and Arturo follows closely behind. His steps heavy and plodding. The bear leads Arturo to one of the innumerable cells containing a bed, a toilet, and a sink. Curiously it also houses a small refrigerator. The stark white walls still recalling that clean and controlled atmosphere. Once inside Mike kicks Arturo onto the bed. "Aghh, what the hell is your problem?" Arturo shouts as he recovers.   Mike stands rigid. "You are my god damned problem Arturo Drago. I finally have you. It's been a long time coming." The bear begins to unbutton his shirt. "Do you remember a blue sedan?" "A blue sedan? What?" Arturo replies. "Do you remember the blue sedan you plowed through in your 'great escape' two years ago. You killed my son. He was coming home with his girlfriend and you just fucking crashed right into him." Mike angrily tears his clothes off and throws them at the dragon. "Oh no...." Arturo groans as the reality of the situation reveals itself to him. "It's taken me a long time, but I finally got you into Sweetwater. Right into my claws. I am going to make your life a living hell Drago. A new hell for every day you took from my family." The bear, now fully nude, approaches Drago who cowers on the bed. "Get on your knees." Mike orders. "Huhhh. Wait." Arturo stammers. He is startled by the sudden reminder of that long-past crime and by Mike's sinister vow. \*Fsss-POP, POP\* "I said on your knees!" Mike shouts.   "Puto, fugger." Arturo shouts as his body increases in mass by a full inch. His muscles are almost prohibitively huge. The cleavage formed by his pecs is deep and the dragon is increasingly horny. He rises from the bed and gets on his knees. "Good." Mike says before sitting on his knees facing the dragon. He then starts feeling Arturo up. He palpates the firm muscles and prods his sensitive areas. When he reaches the chest the bear takes one of Arturo's beach-ball pectorals in his hands. He leans his face in and puckers his lips around the dragon's swollen nipple before sucking away. "What the he-hell are you ..." Arturo begins to argue. He wants to fight the bear off and trample him, but the pleasure is too great. He begins to pant and sigh as his cock grows even more firm. "Shlp-, you like this huh? You like getting sucked off by a man?" The bear growls "Ssstop. Stop it." Arturo's impassioned groans reveal his perverted delight. The bear sucks at the tender teet while the warm cream fills his mouth.     "God it feels so good." Arturo groans. He allows a hand to wander south and free his massive cock. When free of the latex it nearly knocks Mike over. "You are a sick bastard. Go on you horny slut." Mike says as he stands up. Arturo, helpless in the face of his artificial lust, begins to stroke his huge, slick cock. No amount of shame could stop him. He pumps away lustily. Mike walks to his backside with the leash in hand. \*Fsss-POP\* "Bend over." Mike orders "Grrooo, no more. So horny." Arturo shouts as he leans forward on one arm while jacking off with the other. The dragon is barely aware of the bear's presence as his body bulks up. His taut skin glistening with moisture. Mike has produced lubrication and is fingering Arturo's asshole. When thoroughly lubricated Makes stands and spanks the dragon's tight ass. "Get ready bitch. This is the first of many." Mike says as he slowly buries his dick in Arturo's backside. "Unnnfff" Arturo groans. Mike is completely inside. The dragon's eyes spin. He pumps his gigantic dick and spills precum on the floor.   For his part Mike plows Arturo's firm ass with abandon.  His fury and vengeance apparent in his fervent humping. He takes a huge amount of pleasure in knowing the murderer of his son will be trapped in a hulking, monstrous body and forced to milk for the rest of his life. The bear grins wildly as Arturo sobs between lusty moans. "Please, so good." Arturo dumbly drawls. His panting picks up pace as he feels the climax approaching. His ass cheeks clench and his melon-sized testicles withdraw as the dragon comes. He roars in pleasure as he begins to unload gallons of cum onto the bare floor. "Yeah. Yeah you sick fucker. You like when I fuck this tight hole?" Mike shouts. He himself comes shortly after. After relishing his victory over the infamous criminal he pulls out and leaves his mess on Arturo's shining rump. The dragon is still reeling from his overwhelming orgasm as Mike reclaims his clothes and spanks the plump ass one last time. "You pathetic piece of shit." Mike taunts. "Look at you. A huge cumdumpster making a mess of himself" The bear shakes his head as he walks toward the door. Arturo wishes he would drop dead. "I've told the other guards you are fair game so I hope you are ready to have lots of visitors. I'll be back tomorrow to get you for your milking. Oh, by the way. Take a look in the fridge." Mike reaches the door and glares at his hated prisoner one last time before departing.   The gray dragon sits hunched over and defeated. It takes a few minutes of effort to force himself to stand and clean up. He is beyond ashamed and sorely wishes the whole afternoon would turn out to be a nightmare. After fetching a towel and wetting it in the sink Arturo cleans the cum from his cock and from his ass. After cleaning his super-tight shorts he dons them. He looks over his body which is now roughly four-times the size it was originally. He can barely reach an arm across his chest because of the huge and bulky muscles. Remembering Mike's parting words Arturo decides he may as well take a look in the fridge. He crosses his plain, white cell and opens the fridge door. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." Arturo exclaims in his guttural and deep voice. Within the fridge are rows and rows of glass bottles of milk. A single note sits on the shelf. "We only serve two solid meals a week here. So drink up. You might meet the guy it came from. Fuck you, ~ Mike" Source: https://sofurry.com/s/4nAL73bm