Subject 09
A, possibly mad, doctor performs an operation that leaves his patient squirming.
Cold, cold metal. So tired..
Painfully icy metal, and darkness. No..
Dull, red, and icy metal. It's warmer now.
The headache comes in slowly, but it keeps mounting, and there's no chance to fall asleep again after it hits. Copper swims in the back of my throat. I try to open my eyes, and the light stings. Somewhere, someone speaks. I try to move my hand, to block out the light, but something's holding it down. A shock runs through my body as something pokes into my sheath, rubbing my member.
"Wake up, Oh-Nine. It's time to begin." A voice, calm and lightly accented, from just beside me. The light dims.
I squint towards the speaker, they're wearing something as white as the walls. When I try to speak, I realize how dry my mouth is, and hardly manage to rasp out, "Who?"
I start to make out a smile on the speakers face, before they move their fingers again down there again, forcing my eyes shut due to the shear sensitivity. "I'm merely a doctor, 09. You're scheduled for a slightly invasive procedure, but you need to be awake for it."
My vision clears further, and I can make out some kind of lynx, naked save for gloves and a medical coat. He's smiling at me, and, looking down, I can see his erect cock drooling onto the sterile tile, then I start to scream when I see something move inside of his testicals, but quickly devolve into a fit of coughing.
"Shh, 09, I think the aesthetician might have overdone it, but it won't matter much soon. Are you going to calm down and enjoy this, or do I have to medicate you further?" The "doctor" keeps slowly massaging my cock, but between the sensitivity and the terror, he makes no progress freeing it.
I manage to stop coughing long enough to start, "My name's Juli-"
He cuts me off with a hand over my mouth and a look, startling in its severe contrast to his prior smile.
"We can go over your name once your procedure is complete. Since you're being uncooperative, you leave me no choice. You will feel a small pinch in a moment." He pulls his fingers out of my sheath callously, and I whine beneath his hand. Beyond my vision he grabs something, and a sharp pain racks my balls, rising all the way into my stomach. After a few moments, the pain starts to dissipate into pleasing warmth. The doctor seems farther away when he speaks again, "You're looking in higher spirits already. You should enjoy the rest of the procedure. He takes his hand off my mouth, and goes to the edge of the operating table, between my legs.
This time, the moment he touches me is just as overwhelming, but far more blissful. He cradles my balls, and leans over the table until his mouth is over my sheath, before dipping his tongue inside. I groan in pleasure as he licks within, and lets my cock extend into his mouth. It's too good, too much, and within minutes, I can feel my knot growing. He pulls back, just enough that it doesn't lock him on, and gives it a squeeze while continuing. I can feel his tongue rubbing against my tip, and it's too much. My balls tense, and I finish into his mouth. He swallows everything. He's talking again as soon as he pulls back, while saliva and cum drips off my cock onto my stomach. "You're doing well, 09. We can continue."
He starts to rub himself, and horror rises in me as I see whatever's in his balls start into a frenzy. No matter how terrified, I can't keep it up. The patterns they make are almost mesmerizing. And, just like that, he stops, still drooling some kind of slime onto the ground, and holds two fingers right in front of his tip. Moments later, some slimy, grey worm peeks out, and he grabs it, pinching it and pulling. Half a dozen, wrapped together, slide up and out of his cock onto the operating table, while plenty more remain writhing in his balls. He separates the one from the and holds it over my cock. I'm lost between lust and repulsion, until he lowers it close enough. The worm immediately darts out of his hand and into me, trailing pain until it reaches my testes. Then the pleasure is more unbearable than anything I've felt so far. I can feel it wrapping around inside of my sack. Tears well up and spill, and I can feel my balls trying to cum again, but the worm won't let me. Then the doctor lowers another in. And another. Every one ramps the pleasure and the sensitivity up further, until I'm panting and unable to think. There's nothing I can do but submit to them. And with that thought, a streak of cum, grey and thick, streams out of my cock, hard enough that even my chin is covered with it. I can feel them writhing inside, making my sack full enough to burst, but it's true bliss. My cock continues to drool onto my stomach, and I look to the doctor, and beg. "Please. I need more. I.. I need to be their nest." I should be ashamed. Repulsed. But all I can feel is bliss.
"You've done great, 09, but there's no more room. You can be adapted further, into a breeding ground, if you're truly ready to give yourself over."
I nod, and another rope of cum streaks over me. They are pleased.
Epilogue:
Injections. Hormones. Drugs. I meet 02 through 08, and we help our worms to traverse between us. It was the moment I saw 06's overfilled breasts that I understood what was in store though.
Back on the operating table, four months have passed. I was allowed to leave the doctor's compound between month two and three, but now I'm ready. My breasts have grown enough, to a c-cup, and my old life has completely disappeared. No one would recognize me now anyway. It's much faster this time. The doctor plays with my nipples for a while, biting and squeezing until they're tender, and then harvests worms from my cock. This time, though, they needed no coaxing. They knew how ready I was. As before, there was pain when they pressed into me, forcing deeper, but when they reached their goal, I was filled with bliss. Slime began to seep from my breasts, and I coated myself in cum, each shot filled with hundreds of small worms.
Three months later, 06 and I now share a room, swapping worms and fluids every hour. Even better, the doctor told us he's chosen 10.