Trans Lab 009
#9 of Mekuf Trans Lab
Rubbing, ever so gently.
Stroking, ever so strong.
Spheres, growing quite heavy.
The beast is so very long.
I love cock.
I am Lime.
Many say my name is ironic, since i'm not the slightest bit green. Like most raccoons, my short fur is mostly gray with darker gray in the standard places. I'm a bit on the short side, but that doesn't make too much of a difference in my life.
But enough about me, this is a story about my penis.
Realistically, I was small in the pants. Very small. About four and a half inches was my peak, and while most would take shame in such a dismal shortcoming, I couldn't help but love my penis. It granted me such great joy at all times, and I based my life around it. Every day I paid homage to the cock, pleasuring him as much as i can.
One day I found myself wishing for more cock to worship, so I began researching methods of conventional cock growth. It wasn't hard to eliminate the bogus advertisements that plagued the net from my search, but then again, legitmate methods were few and well guarded. I decided manual stretching would be a bad idea, so I began looking into medicinal methods for penile enlargement. Success.
The website looked detailed a privately funded medical research lab, and judging from the brief description of tests they were conducting, I managed to find some key information. Most of their research seemed to be dealing with the alteration of sexual organs, and they were looking for more volunteers, though they neglected to mention payment. I decided to give the place a good checking out. After all, even a small size boost to my lord and master would have been grand.
Inside the humongous dome of a building, I was greeted by an old cougar woman. She acted as if she had seen my type, at least, nine times before. I waved at her casually as she slipped me a waiver, chatting my ears off about how safe the procedures were.
"Now, are there any programs specializing in the research of phallical augmentation?" I inquired, suavely asking a question which would normaly have been considered grotesque. She simply chuckled and nodded, handing me a pen with which to submit my personal information.
After I had finished lying on precisely fifty percent of the applicable information I had submitted, the woman reviewed the data, and asked me to take a seat in the next room. I sighed and placed my paw on the door, hesitating for a moment as my tail twitched with anticipation. Perhaps this could serve us well.
The room before me appeared to be a standard medical treatment room, chairs, cabinets and a large examining table present. The only odd part was that every feature room was a blinding white. Moments later I was joined by a very disgruntled vixen. She looked to be slightly overweight, draped in a white lab coat and darkened glasses. She gave me a good look over and sighed. "Guess you'll do, up on the table, 'coon." She barked half-heartedly, seeming bored at being alive.
I obliged, stripping when she asked me to do so. "Alright, everything looks about normal." she droned on, marking some notes onto her clipboard. Without a word of warning she began probing my master's sheath with her paw, causing me to gasp. "what are you-oohhh" I tried to ask, cutting myself off with a low moan as she expertly maneuvered her paw around master's testicles, softly squeezing them as his head rose from his furry abode. "Measuring your testicular fortitude, penile length, and a few other variables. It'll only take a moment." she responded, acting as if the event was as routine as shaking hands.
As master came to full arousal, he began to drip with precum. Normally he didn't like girls, but being touched by anyone would grant to them great reciprocation. Softly he began throbbing, causing me to moan in delight as he filled my mind with pleasure for only the seventh time that day.
"All done." she said in a hurried voice, removing her grasp from my master as she reached for a full syringe.
"Arm" she commanded bluntly, reaching out to grab it herself as my master and I wondered why she had so abruptly left us without pleasure. She hastily stuck in the syringe, pumping me full of the liquid. Yelping, I drew my arm back in surprise. "What are youuuuoof"
I felt my consciousness quickly leaving me as my body stopped responding. Master became angry at me.
In my dreams he comes to me. My master is freed from his prison. He is free to take me, free to dominate me, free to use me as an extension of himself. In my dreams, master is in command. That's the way I like it.
Master awoke me suddenly, as he had many times before. My dreams of him led to excitement, causing him to orgasm while i slept. I moaned as I awoke, my master spraying thick ropes of his seed into the air, most of the sticky goo landing on my belly and chest. Thrusting my hips, I bucked into the air as he commanded, the flow of cum continuing for minutes on end. I became worried, for master did not usually cum for so long. I looked down at him to find he had become much larger, almost nine inches in length from what I could hypothesize.
He whispered to me, telling me how good it felt, and I listened. Longer and longer he continued to spray his seed all around me, the soft bed we laid upon soon becoming covered with his semen. I rose from the bed, examining my surrounding as master commanded me to pleasure him more, the torrent of cum never ceasing. My paws found their way to his slick shaft, greatly elongated from its former state. He encouraged me, throbbing as my paws grasped at him softly, stroking his length lovingly.
The room was white, much like the previous on. A door near the room's corner seemed to be the only exit. I continued moaning as master shot more and more white ooze around the room, my torso already covered in his marking. Master got mad when I let go of him, one of my paws reaching for the door. I quickly apologized as I returned the rogue appendage, the door opening behind me as I set out down the long corridor out. Master coated the floor in his glorious cumstains, leaving a trail behind us as I searched for the exit, trying to figure out what on earth was going on.
Down the hallway I heard some moaning coming from one of the rooms. Master told be to investigate, but I wanted to look for help instead. He threatened me, so I bent to his will, not wanting to incur his wrath. Turning to the door, I slowly opened the door as master continued spurting gallon after gallon of cum. I peeked inside, seeing two otters collapsed on the floor, both fast asleep.. Master rejoiced, pushing the door open as he sprayed the closest one.
The otter awoke instantly, jumping to his feet as the rude awakening my master bestowed upon him startled him thoroughly. As he arose I realized that his maw looked odd. it looked almost as if he had an anus where is mouth should be, the tight pucker spotted with a few drops of master's seed.
"I apologize." I said. "There is something wrong with my master." I continued, blushing profusely as the otter stared at me strangely, my paws guiding master's flow to the side. But master wanted to spray the otter. He told me the otter wanted it. But I cringed. I don't like to question master's judgment, but I didn't want to offend the otter.
Watching master intently, the otter crouched down, and after a moment he nuzzled at master, eliciting an excited groan at me. Master let my hands go free as the otter rubbed his foreign maw against master's head, the cum flow spraying his face thoroughly, yet he seemed to enjoy it. Master was right, like always.
Throbbing as he was slowly enveloped by the otter, Master pulsated with great affection, welcoming this new male under his rule. And in a few seconds he would be royally anointed with master's holy fluids, which already stained his lovely brown pelt. The otter seemed to be enjoying himself, eager to serve master as he plunged his sovereign lord into his muzzle-hole, Master's seed spraying into him quickly, some of the goo running out the sides of the hole.
Already knowing master would command me to, I began thrusting into the otter's face, his strange hole tight around Master's length as he milked us of semen. Master's balls continued to pulsate, never having stopped since he had awoken me, but seeming to intensify now as he was reaching what was relatively a peak for him.
His stomach slowly filling, the otter let up on his consumption, patting his belly as master splattered hot cum against his face. I smiled, Master was definatly enjoying himself with this bizarre augmentation, and as an extension i came to embrace it as well.
The otter rose to his feet, his paws tracing up my sides as he let his own erection press against my belly, his ballsac resting atop master. And while master was not receiving direct reverence, he was satiated by the feel of the furry orbs resting on his head, continuing to spurt his warm goo against the otter's rudder-like tail.
Using one paw-digit, the mustelid began scratching a pattern against my bellyfur, his motions soon spelling out letters, then words. "Na...me..." I spoke aloud, his movements starting to make sense. "Gage..." I spoke aloud, putting together that this happened to be his name. "So this is your-uhhnn" I was cut off my another thick resurgence from master, his unrelenting flow causing me never-ending pleasure. "-your name." i finished, panting as the continual orgasm was leaving me, ironically enough, drained, though physically
"Thanks you for your piety, Gage. My master, Lord Sulaf welcomes your veneration, and I do as well. I am Lime."