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The shark woke up first. His first reaction to the scenario that greeted his tired eyes just made him close them again. He was still dreaming. Nobody ever woke up strapped to a chair in a strangely colorful room filled with whirring equipment. It was like something from a horror movie. He didn't believe any of it, though, and soon, he was fast asleep again.

The second to wake up was the bear. He yawned, and tried to stretch, only to realize that he couldn't move his arms. At first, still in a drug-induced sleepy haze, it didn't bother him any. Then, as he opened his eyes, it suddenly bothered him a lot more. He was tied to what looked like a dentist's chair in a bizarre-looking room. Leather straps kept his arms and legs in place. He let out a grunt of effort, flexing his muscles as hard as he could, trying to tear himself free from the straps, but to no avail. No matter how strong he was after years of working out and bulking up, it would do him no good without leverage.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to be alone. “Guys! Wake the fuck up!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, and his two friends – both trapped in a similar predicament in similar-looking chairs – stirred.

“Milo? What the hell-“ Victor, the donkey, muttered, before he, too, realized what was going on. “Fuckety fuck! What's going on? Where are we? Who did this?"

“I have no goddamn idea, but we have to get out of here!" Milo shouted back. “Can you move?"

“I mean yeah, I should be able to," Victor replied with his usual confidence, but huff and groan as he might, no amount of tensing up his athletic body made the straps budge even a fraction of an inch. “Fuck!"

By that time, Shane had woken up too, properly this time. He swallowed down the panic rising in his throat like bile. The situation seemed bad, but screaming and flailing like his two friends wouldn't do them any good. “Calm down, guys," he told them in a firm voice. “Let's figure out why we are here, first. What do you remember?"

“Uh, we were at… the bar, the usual place?" Victor replied. He was the only one still struggling against the restraints. “And there was that beautiful fucking zebra…"

“I don't even remember a bar," Milo groaned. “Just that we went somewhere."

“A bar, and uh… I ordered a beer, but… someone came by and said she offered to pay," Shane tried to recall. His memories, and thoughts as a whole, moved like molasses in his head, only moving at all with great effort. “A zebra, yeah."

“I remember her," Victor replied. “Absolute damn stunner too. You think she drugged us?"

“Must've, but I have no idea why," Shane replied.

Milo sat there with a far-away look in his eyes, remembering nothing at all. Instead, he observed the room around them. He wasn't as stubborn as Victor, nor quite as strategic and smart as Shane, but he was good at observing patterns, at least. He'd managed to bulk up by following a routine entirely of his own making, by repeating what worked and discarding what didn't.

For one, they were all naked. He'd caught the glint of Victor's Prince Albert already, and the fact that he himself was naked was obvious. A quick look revealed that Shane was naked too, though thankfully his weird double shark-cock was still tucked away inside him. That meant the perpetrator wanted them either vulnerable… or ready.

The room seemed like it was in a basement or bunker somewhere, certainly underground as there were no windows. Screaming would do them no good, and it emphasized that this was definitely a kidnapping, nothing else. Around the room, someone had scattered sex toys – which confirmed that their nudity was very much intentional – though all of them seemed to be connected to a central machine by tubing. In the middle of the room, that machine took up most of the space, featuring four large screens and four…

Milo squinted in the dim lighting.

Four… masturbation sleeves? Each was connected to the central machine by another hose. The machine had mechanical arms, too, that looked as if they could extend.

In other words, they had been kidnapped by some kind of psycho pervert.

“Uh, guys," he tried, interrupting his friends – who were still arguing about who had done the deed, and why – “I think we're…there's dildos everywhere."

That shut the two less observant men up. Victor stared first at the toys and then at the central machine. Shane focused on the machine.

“Okay. So, if that's the case, then whoever kidnapped us obviously wants to use them on us, right?" the shark asked after a moment of silence. “Temporarily, or does she plan to keep us here forever?"

“Can't," Milo replied. “Room's nowhere big enough. And there's no traces of like, food or anything. Either she's going to steal our kidneys or just dump us by the roadside with them once she's done with us."

“Great, so it's like a more perverted… what was that movie with the stupid puppet…" Victor grumbled. “The traps and all that where he gets off on watching people get torn to shreds-“

“Shut up," Shane ordered. “We need to figure out a way out of here. None of us can move. So, we save our energy until our captor tells us what she's planning, which she will."

“How do you know that, smartass?" Victor shot back. “Friends with her or something?"

“The machine in the middle has screens. You use screens to communicate," Milo sighed. “Shane's right. There's nothing we can do right now anyway."

“Yeah, maybe you can't, but I'm a fucking alpha male," Victor snapped. “I'm- nngh- going to- rrrfh- break these- ffffuck- fucking cuffs!"

Yet try as he might, he couldn't move an inch despite straining and squirming until his muscles burned with exertion. “Fucking FUCK! I have football practice to get to! Let me go!" he yelled, closest to outright panic of the three despite his cocky exterior.

Just then, the displays all turned and flooded the room in light. A zebra appeared, though not a real one; a crude rubber mask worn by someone unseen underneath it.

“Good morning, gentlemen. You find yourself in my little game for one very good reason," the voice told them, speaking in an unmistakably feminine register, that any other time might've sounded smoky and attractive, but right now inspired only fear. “All three of you have been behaving like, let's be honest, little shits, to women."

“What? No, I've-“ the three replied all at once, with minor variation in phrasing. “-some kind of mistake," Shane finished.

“No point in denying it. You've been chauvinistic assholes, expecting women to let you fuck them simply because you all think you're attractive," the voice continued, ignoring their protests. “So, I think it's time that you get treated the same."

“It's just a recording," Shane grumbled at his friends, who were still protesting. “Gotta just listen."

“You will soon have your cocks milked by the machine in the middle of the room. That shouldn't be too unfamiliar, given how often you want to stick them inside people," the zebra-masked figure spoke, sounding as if she was scoffing. “But here's the twist. Only one of you will walk out of here as a man."

“Wait, what?" Victor shouted at the video, as if it could hear him.

“Specifically, the first two of you to cum will be transformed into women. You've all been primed with transformative substances. If you cum at all in the next, mm, say twenty-four hours, give or take a few, that's it, you're all women. Women in heat, mind you. Remember how eager you've all been for unprotected sex?" the woman in the video laughed. “We'll see if it's as much fun when you risk consequences."

A moment's pause. A hand with immaculately painted nails adjusted the mask. Nails, not claws, suggesting that the person behind the mask was indeed some sort of equine.

“The third will have an opportunity to remain male. But only if that person avoids thinking with their cock. If you fuck the others, it's game over," she continued, voice dropping to an almost cruel, hushed whisper. “It's time to take some responsibility for your actions."

She paused again to let what she said really sink in. Then, she raised a hand and pressed a round, red button. “By the way; not a recording. I'll enjoy watching this."

“Hey, wait-“ Shane tried, but the screens went black. Their captor clearly wasn't interested in whatever the men might have to say.

Seconds later, the machine itself came to life. The mechanical arms flexed in a boot routine as the machine tested each component to ensure it still functioned. There was the whirr-clunk of a strong pump; by now, the shark, donkey, and bear knew exactly what it was to be used for.

“No, no, no, how do we stop this?" Milo asked.

“Just don't get hard, or don't cum, you idiot," Victor snarled from his seat. “She can't keep us here forever."

“Yeah, good luck with that," Shane groaned. “We'll have to figure out a way out sooner or later because none of us are going to fight this for long!"

“Maybe you're not," the donkey snorted. “Just fucking watch me!"

Despite his bravado, Shane could see him trembling as the machine stretched three of its arms, one towards each male, and each ending in an advanced-looking clear cylinder with a sleeve inside of it. The kind one instantly knew the proper use of; male masturbation.

Victor trashed and squirmed as much as he could. Milo looked defeated and deflated, slumped down in his seat. That left Shane, who was trying his hardest to think up a plan – any plan – to free them all from their predicament. The person in the video had said twenty-four hours, but that might as well be an eternity; none of them could resist orgasming for that long, if that was how long the milking was going to go on for. Even if Victor didn't admit it, Shane was pretty sure it was impossible for anyone with a cock not to cum if stimulated for long enough.

“Guys, just focus on something else. Think about work, or homework, or whatever. Sweaty gym socks, whatever. Focus on that!" he advised the others. “Just gotta hold out as long as we can."

Instead of looking, he closed his eyes the moment the tube was pressed against his ever so slightly puffy genital slit. Immediately, gentle suction sealed it in place, and then it began to vibrate softly.

Fuck. Of course it has to vibrate too, Shane thought, groaning inwardly. He could feel the soft pull of suction tugging on his still soft cocks, too, forcing blood into them even before the sensation had any chance to arouse him. He tried following his own advice, thinking of the most mundane and boring of activities, of doing the laundry and the dishes, of a summer job he once had in fast food and the stress it brought with it, and of college exams that he had barely passed.

No amount of thinking could stop the forced flow of blood into his slowly swelling cocks, though. That was okay. Being hard didn't mean that he was close to orgasming, it just left him vulnerable to more stimulation. It was pointless to fight that first step, and he let his twin cocks grow firm inside the tube. A quick glance at his friend revealed that they were doing no better. Victor's heavy donkey cock with the piercing had already filled out the whole sleeve. Milo was a little behind, but slowly his body was surrendering to the inevitable, too. He wasn't quite as gifted as Victor, but he was thick. The sleeves seemed to adjust to each one's girth and length, though, so there would be no easy escape for any of them.

Then, another surprise. With all three cocks – well, four, if counting Shane's unique gifts, both squeezed into one toy – secured in the milking sleeves, one of them stopped vibrating. The one around the shark. The ones on his friends, however, began to move.

“I didn't even do anything!" Milo yelped as his toy began to pump at his cock, very slowly and sensually at first, with a warm spray of lubricant on the inside ensuring that it all felt slick and natural. “I've never forced myself on a single woman! They all wanted it!"

But clearly, their captor had other definitions for her grievances. The displays didn't light back up, nor did anyone reply by any other means. But the truth was very far from mattering in their current situation. Shane watched helplessly as his two closest friends tried their best to resist the sweet, wet, tight stroking of the machine as the inner rings began to slide over their rock-hard erections. Painfully slowly, ensuring that they'd all have plenty of time to think about what they had supposedly done, and to worry about the consequences the day would bring.

For each of the three, the consequences would be different. Victor would lose out on his professional football career if he suddenly turned into a woman, something he desperately did not want. Milo would lose his perfectly muscled and honed body that he was so fiercely proud of. And as for Shane himself, he would have to explain to his very young daughter why he was suddenly a woman. Being transgender was one thing. Being physically transformed overnight was another, entirely. That meant if there was no escape, his only choice was to first outlast the others and then, figure out a way to keep himself from fucking them.

The second part, frankly, didn't seem too difficult, but the fact that they'd be in heat was the wildcard. He knew some women drove him utterly wild in that state. That and he had no idea how they'd look. As much as he was a little more mature than his friends, their captor wasn't wrong; sometimes his cocks just took over the thinking, which was why he had a daughter to begin with. One he loved, but one had just a little too early in life.

Victor was the first to groan when that soft ring popped over the naturally flared head of his cock. His entire body twitched as the euphoric vibration it evidently sent through him. “F-fuck," he groaned. He throbbed inside the sleeve, the clear plastic hiding nothing, and each gush of precum was immediately sucked up by the machine.

The donkey tried to focus on his career in football. The sweaty men and locker rooms. Jockstraps, tackles, bruises, smelly socks, anything he could to not think about how every stroke along his rigid length felt better than the last as he was slowly but surely milked towards orgasm. But the thoughts changed with every jolt of pleasure. From playing football to being swarmed by young, hot women who wanted his autograph and more. How he'd invite them all to his home and- no! He wouldn't fail this easily!

Victor gritted his teeth and fought back the next moan, even though his cock was practically glowing with pleasure in the sleeve. Milo, in the next seat over, had a focused look in his eyes and he fought back against the same sensations.

Then the machine stopped. There was a quiet whirr, and it left Victor with his balls aching as the stimulation stopped just before it'd force him over the edge. Instead, the sleeve around Shane's twin cocks began to pump. It felt just as good as he imagined it had felt for Victor, or maybe even more so, because the tight embrace of the sleeve – which felt soft, warm, and wet just like a real pussy – made his cocks rub together on top of stroking them. He moaned, too. How could he not?

Immediately, Shane realized, to his great terror, that he wasn't going to be able to think his way out of this one. Nor was he going to be able to last nearly as long as he had hoped. He just had to do better than his friends.

Steadily, the machine continued to milk him. And just like his friends, his attempts at thinking about something else lasted only a few strokes before he unwittingly thrust into the warm sensation, instinctively trying to drive his cock into the sweet embrace of lusty heat.

Maybe he really was ruled by his cock. Shane resolved, dimly, to make sure to pay more attention to what his lust actually drove him to do if he got out of this with his manhood intact. Fuck. The sleeve felt exactly like a real pussy. Their captor modeling it after herself wasn't too far outside of the realm of possibility. It was textured in a way that most sleeve toys weren't, in a tugging, rippling way that made it completely impossible for the men to resist, and Shane, it felt, most of all. Every time he as much as blinked, he saw himself fucking a beautiful woman, maybe like how he had fucked his girlfriend that one risky night. The one when he'd fully surrendered to the pleasure and blown his load inside her unprotected pussy. The night that'd made him into a father and left him with a rather strong kink for-

-the machine stopped for one of the three again. Milo was the one to be blessed with a break, this time, and he was drooling. Only now did he get his first break, and his cock kept twitching and throbbing wildly inside the sleeve, the bear panting with exertion.

“Jeez… gods… I'm going to cum the instant it starts again," he whined, huffing and panting as he helplessly strained against the bonds. “Please! I don't want to be a woman!"

Shane knew exactly how his friend was feeling, as his sleeve never stopped caressing his already overstimulated cock, while on the opposite side, Victor's began to move again. Only this time they both vibrated strongly, varying the rhythm until reaching a sweet spot that had both men drooling precum rather liberally.

“H-help," Victor begged, his voice cracking. “I can't-“

Gone was every last bit of bravado. As he felt his balls swell and tighten against his body, as he realized that he wouldn't last through another session of the machine's perfect, sensual touch, he felt afraid. Yes, it'd be the end of his career in football, but he'd be weak. He'd always seen women as weaker somehow, and he didn't want that for himself. Over the years, Victor had built up his defenses, trying to appear as tough as he could because that was required of someone in his career.

And all of that would, if he came, be gone. His masculinity drained out of him in spurt after spurt of his warm, plentiful seed, replaced by what? Soaring pleasure, which some part of him eagerly cheered for. Softness, emotionality… everything that came with being a woman. He didn't want it!

Yet try as he might he could feel the point of no return approaching.

He glanced desperately at Shane and Milo. Milo, he might've outlasted if his milker hadn't stopped. Shane didn't look anywhere near as close as he was. And neither of them could tear themselves from their bondage to rescue him. Victor's fingers dug into the seat's armrests as he felt his balls tighten again. Only this time there was no escape. He groaned quietly as he felt himself pass the point of no return, praying for something, anything to happen in those last few exquisite moments preceding an orgasm, when everything felt so good at it almost blurred out the growing anxiety in his chest.

And then, he throbbed, hard. A first silvery rope of thick donkey-cum erupted into the sleeve in a warm, sticky jet, only to be immediately sucked up the tubing that extended from it. Victor moaned at the top of his lungs, tears streaming from his eyes; wanted or unwanted, consequences or no, the sensation was indescribably blissful, bordering on heavenly, like he was fucking an angel or a deity. But of course, in that hazy, spasming bliss, the changes their captor had described had already begun. Victor slumped back into the chair, cock still throbbing in the toy, as his body began to visibly morph in front of the others. The first changes were subtle, like his nipples puffing up, and his fur growing a little softer looking, but with each throb, more changes occurred.

His muscles seemed to shrink with each twitch. Instead, the lost mass built up in his chest, heartbeat by heartbeat, while the donkey moaned in helpless, relentless ecstasy, cumming in such a volume that the sleeve managed to fill despite the constant draining suction. By all means, Shane thought, he deserved to, because it'd be the last time he came in that way.

There was something almost entrancing about watching the changes. How his breasts kept swelling, first to A, then to B, then C, and even beyond that, the transformation seeming to use all of his muscle as fuel, and then his cock as well, as it began to shrink when his orgasm ebbed. Had he been fully conscious and not drowning in pleasure, perhaps it'd have been traumatic for Victor. But instead, it seemed euphoric, with the donkey bucking his hips against the sleeve wildly, as if eager to have his cock disappear faster.

Then, it was gone, along with the heavy balls that he'd been so proud of, and that the machine had so thoroughly emptied. The machine lifted the empty sleeve, and all that remained between Victor's legs was an undeniably feminine slit.

Shane nodded towards whatever higher powers might be watching, thankful for the fact that he finally got a break. That, and as much as it hurt watching Victor's dreams disappear down the drain… well, he had the option of playing women's football too, if he didn't get pregnant. Or she, at this point, given the two rather impressive and heavy breasts on the donkey's chest. Absolutely nothing masculine remained about her; even her facial features had softened into gentler feminine shapes. And the drooling pussy between her legs, swollen with heat and need, left little to even be questioned.

Soon enough, Shane knew that her scent would reach his nose, and he dreaded that moment. He steeled himself, fully intending to be ready for it and to resist whatever instincts it might tickle in him. Until then, he stared at Milo. With how horny he was, even the bear was starting to look somehow attractive despite the shark not being gay in the slightest. Perhaps it was his imagination blurring the line between masculine and feminine, already picturing the heavy-set, short bear with voluptuous curves, large heaving breasts and perfect, wide hips.

He just had to outlast the untiring stroking of his cocks. At this point he was gushing precum into the sleeve with each soft, relentless, squeezing pump.

What was he to do, even if he won? The two others would overwhelm him, no doubt, and they'd all end up transformed. Unless… unless he satisfied them with the other toys spread across the room. But he was about to cum already. Shane groaned, fighting the feeling to the absolute most of his capacity. It would've felt blissful to simply surrender, to thrust deep into the sleeve and let himself cum, but it was with some final reserve of hidden willpower that he managed to resist for one, two, three seconds – and the machine stopped, switching males again.

Milo looked defeated the instant the machine began to stroke his cock. He knew he wouldn't last, not with how close he had gotten before.

“Please, just… at least help us… once it's…" he groaned, looking pleadingly towards Shane.

Then, as the sleeve began to vibrate as well, he came immediately, in thick spurts, moaning even as he sobbed for the impending loss of his manhood. Conflicted was the mildest way to describe how he came, his body bucking and trembling as he thrust into the sleeve with carnal eagerness while his mind clearly protested. But cum he did, and the machine sucked up each rope of cum without even letting it splatter at the back with mechanical precision. Shane saw the warm seed rush up one of the tubes and disappear.

What their captor planned to do with it, he had no idea.

Just as had happened with Victor before, Milo quickly began to change. The muscle on his body seemed to melt into curves, swelling into two heavy breasts while the bear squirmed and groaned. Inside the sleeve, his cock was shrinking, and it kept shrinking, until his thick pride and joy was so small that the sleeve could no longer keep the suction, coming off with a wet pop. Shane watched as his friend immediately closed his eyes, not wanting to see or acknowledge any of what was happening, as if doing so would stop the inevitable.

He couldn't stop moaning, though, and his gasping, moaning sobs rose in pitch until he sounded just like a woman. At least he wasn't suffering, Shane thought, but rather the opposite.

While Milo's body was still shifting and morphing, the cuffs on Shane's seat came loose, and seizing the opportunity, he instantly and forcibly pulled the sleeve off his cock, and leapt up and away from the chair. The displays flickered, and for the first time since they'd woke up, their captor spoke to the three friends.

“Nicely done, shark," she said. Shane could just about hear her mocking grin, even if the mask hid her real features. “Now the three of you are free to escape. All you have to do is solve a simple puzzle, by the door."

Shane looked at the door. It was sealed, and next to it was what looked like a sliding tile puzzle. A little tedious, but not a real challenge.

“Of course, that's while you're the only man in a room with two bitches in heat," she continued, laughing cruelly. “And if you fuck them, you'll join them. Simple, isn't it? Have fun, guys; you will never see me again. But I'll see you, and so will the world, if you misbehave."

She brought up a little USB stick, tapping it against the camera lens. “All recorded. As everything will be, until you're out of here."

And then, without any kind of goodbye, the displays powered down. Just as they did, the seats released the transformed Victor and Milo. Both stumbled off, and both collapsed onto the floor.

“That was… what am I even feeling?" Victor groaned, dry heaving. “Why is it so warm in here?"

Shane already knew the answer, and he could see clear strands of lust oozing from the donkey's puffy slit. It was only a matter of time before Victor figured out what her transformed body wanted, too. The shark dashed over to the puzzle by the door and began to work to solve it, while listening to his friends.

“Goddammit," Milo huffed. She slammed her hand against the machine. “I worked so hard on getting in shape and now I'm like… what, a fertility goddess?"

She didn't look entirely unlike one, short and curvy as she was. A beautiful depiction of femininity and fertility, whereas Victor had ended up with more of an hourglass shape; tall, and with the kind of breasts and ass that'd make other women stare with pure jealousy.

“And yeah, it really is insanely hot in here, sheesh," she added, drawing a deep breath and feeling over her transformed body. She let out a reflexive moan the instant her hands brushed over her breasts and nipples. “Oh my god!"

Victor, just then, raised her gaze and saw Shane, who was still naked and erect as he tried to work the strange puzzle-locked door. The sight sent a quake down her spine. A desire much, much hungrier than anything the former man had felt before. Something primal and needy, radiating from deep inside her lower belly and making her clench. Her eyes slipped down his beautiful, muscular frame, to those twin cocks jutting out from his crotch, and there was another swooping clench, a dreadful and wet feeling of emptiness and desire inside her, impossible for anyone to resist the first time they went into heat.

And by now, their combined scent was certainly beginning to reach the shark's sensitive nostrils. The familiar, demanding spicy-sweet musk of two women in heat, and getting worse each time he inhaled. It felt like a swirling fog settling over his thoughts, clouding even the urge to escape that terrible room. He knew, just as surely as he'd known he'd fail to resist the milking, that if he let Milo and Victor take the initiative, he'd inevitably end up like them. It was that carnal urge to breed, welling up in his loins, the same one that'd made him into a father to begin with.

That meant he had to take the initiative.

So as much as he wanted to bend her over and drive his throbbing cock deep into her fertile body, Shane grabbed Victor by the waist as she approached, and guided her back into one of the chairs. She was too deep in that thick heat-daze to realize much except that her big, masculine friend was touching her, which was enough to nearly leave her limp. She spread her legs instinctively, invitingly, and it took some willpower for Shane to resist. He couldn't help but notice that the Prince Albert he'd been so satisfied with had ended up as a hood piercing on his new, swollen clit, and noticing meant he had already been staring too long.

He could scarcely believe that this voluptuous donkey in front of him, with her perfect soaked pussy and large, heaving breasts, had once been Victor. Even the name felt wrong, now. Maybe Victoria would be a better name, at least as a placeholder until she figured out her own. Either way, Shane grabbed one of the dildos littering the room – one shaped like a canine's shaft – and slid it into Victor, or Victoria, in one smooth motion. His cock ached at the sight, the earlier milking and edging having left him so incredibly close to orgasming. But, of course, the shark knew that if he were to surrender and mount the donkey like his body was urging hm to do, he'd have to face the same transformation as his friends had.

All he could do was reach with his other hand to squeeze his overly sensitive cocks and slowly stroke them, trying to somehow take the edge off by pleasuring himself. It was, at best, a short-term solution.

The toy slid into Victoria, meeting zero resistance from her slippery, clutching sex. She was wet beyond belief, wetter than Shane could ever remember seeing a woman be. Then again, he himself was harder than he had thought possible. Watching the toy disappear into his friend's new pussy was such an incredibly erotic sight that he could almost, almost feel his own hand like clenching squeeze of a woman.

At the same time, Milo-Mila had, it seemed, realized what her body yearned for, too. It began with her cupping that new puffy sex and audibly gasping as she realized just how soaked her hand was when she looked at it. Then, seeing Victoria and Shane playing made her shudder with empathetic need, and the sight of Shane stroking his engorged cocks made it worse. She approached slowly on shaking legs, mustering only a little more self-control than Victoria had. In her mind, there was a nagging feeling that prevented her from outright jumping Shane; the worry of pregnancy, and the worry about the tubes connecting the dildos to the machine. But with how dazed she felt, she couldn't quite figure it out either, and instead moved towards the shark and donkey as if in a sexual trance.

Shane himself only realized it when the toy suddenly whirred and then pulsed in his hands. For a moment he had no idea what it was doing, but then, he saw the thick whiteness squirt up the tube, and into Victoria's body.

He had just inseminated his friend with his other friend's cum. Shane was mortified, but yet, the moment her body registered that warm influx of seed, Victoria let out a braying moan of such intense, deep satisfaction that Shane would've felt worse taking the toy out of her. Whatever she was feeling, whatever that resonant bliss her new body was rewarding her with for getting well and truly seeded, it seemed far too good to interrupt. And so, Shane kept the toy inside her, buried so deep the tapered head nudged against the donkey's cervix, as it kept pumping, flushing every last drop of what had to be Milo's cum into her.

Milo saw that, of course. And suddenly her legs could no longer support her weight. She collapsed onto her knees next to Shane and Victoria. There was absolutely no denying what she had seen meant. It meant that if she were to get fucked with one of the toys, it'd pump cum inside her too. Victor's cum. And she'd get pregnant, without a doubt, given how incredibly virile and voluminous donkeys were. There'd be no escaping it. She wasn't ready for a kid. But if any of that was true, why did she suddenly feel such a feverish, overwhelming need to lay back, spread her legs, and let it happen, clawing at her very soul?

Victoria was left just about insensate, practically melting into the seat she'd previously been so eager to escape, as her body unknowingly – well, unbeknownst to her mind, at least – yet greedily drank in every thick drop of her formerly male friend's seed.

“Well, that's her dealt with. Always stubborn as a mule..." Shane sighed. He pulled the toy out of Victoria's slippery sex, and watched with some awe as it was quickly followed by a gush of pearly white seed. There was, certainly, an instinctive regret that it wasn't his own.

Then he turned his attention to Mila. The bear whimpered. She felt almost like a passenger in her own body, about to pounce on the shark and ride him until he bred her.

“I don't know if I can… ugh, you have no idea how it… feels," she groaned.

“You know if I do this, you'll end up pregnant too. Probably with her foals," Shane sighed, nodding towards the dazed donkey.

“I knooow," the bear whined. “But I can't like, I can't… exist like this, it's… I need cock."

Well, Shane was no stranger to how women in heat seemed to feel, though this was his first time meeting someone in their first heat. Perhaps there was a reason so many ended up pregnant the first time they went to season. Something about the relentless assault of hormones on a completely unprepared mind left them in a state of zero self-control, barring for perhaps the absolute most strong-willed of women.

Victoria and Mila didn't exactly fit that description. Victoria was stubborn, not strong-willed. There was a difference; she'd never been one to deny herself any of life's pleasures, and her soon-to-be swelling belly was just another price to pay for it. Mila at least managed to retain some of her faculties, though from the glassy look in her eyes, Shane knew that if he turned his back to her, she'd probably pounce and breed herself on his cocks.

“Okay," was all Shane could muster, as he picked up another dildo. It too was connected to the machine with a tube. He could've torn it off, but a dildo without the breeding would only make the heat worse. “Fine. Let's get you pregnant."

Mila always squealed with uncharacteristic excitement as she laid back on the floor, not even bothering to find a seat with how badly she needed it. Shane could scarcely believe just how hot the curvy bear was, especially knowing who she had been. His best gym buddy and frequent wingman, now begging to be filled with babies, and her utterly drenched pussy – having soaked her thighs all the way through, too – visibly winking in anticipation.

The instant he got out that place… well, once twenty-four hours had passed, and he was safe, Shane knew he'd be masturbating for a day straight. But not now. He brought a smooth, featureless dildo up to Mila's lips and dragged the blunt head over her folds, and the bear in turn squirmed as if barely able to contain herself at all.

“Are you sure you want this?" Shane asked, offering her one final chance to back out, if only because of their friendship. “Having a kid is-“

“Yes! Fuck me already!" she cried. “I need it! I don't care what happens!"

Her need and hunger were obvious enough that Shane knew he had no choice. The full day had been a long series of forced situations and outcomes. Not once had he been in control, and he still wasn't. At least Mila seemed much more eager to be knocked up than she had been about being turned into a woman to begin with. Slowly, he pushed the toy into her, inch by inch, watching her hungry folds engulf the tip as they parted like a flower blooming, dripping nectar as he drove the toy in, prepared to unleash its rather virile payload.

He was playing right into their captor's hands. It made his heart ache with guilt. But he had to, and at the same time, the sight was incredibly hot. Here he was with the most stunning ursine shortstack he'd ever seen, about to help her get pregnant.

Fuck it. The least I can do is enjoy it, Shane thought. Mila certainly didn't feel guilty, though perhaps that would come with the morning sickness. And so, he teased her, telling his friend exactly how her body would change.

“Once it pumps the cum into you, that's it," he murmured, thrusting the toy in with jagged little thrusts. “No turning back. You'll have a cub growing inside you."

Each word made Mila moan needily.

“Your tits are going to swell with milk, and your hips will widen, and whatever last trace there is of you ever having been a man won't be there anymore," he whispered, nearly choking on his own words. Desperately, he wanted to take the toy's place, but he'd never give their captor such satisfaction.

“Do it, do it, breed me," Mila whimpered.

As if it was listening to her words – and their captor probably was, rubbing herself with malignant satisfaction at making the former male beg to be knocked up – the toy pulsed. Shane felt the thick sperm rush through the soft silicone, and a split second later a rapturous look of bliss dawned on the bear's face. She let out a moan as her sex clenched and milked around the toy in perfect, synchronized rhythm to the seeding throbs. With each, another rope of belly-swelling cum splashed against her cervix, and from there, it'd slowly soak into her womb, probably already having ensured that she'd conceive.

Sorry, but it was me or you, Shane thought. He left the toy to throb inside Milo as he turned his attention back to the door. The puzzle was easy to solve despite his aching cock without the risk of horny women throwing themselves at him, and as the last tile slid into place, the door opened with a thunk.

Victoria had already recovered enough that she sheepishly helped Shane carry the almost unconscious bear out of the milking room, though of course, the sight of spilled sperm oozing down her fur-clad thighs was almost enough to tempt the shark into bending her over and fucking her again right then and there, even though they already had an escape route. Not now, not now. You can fuck them all you want once you're out of here.

The way outside was thankfully only a short concrete corridor, sloping upwards and ending in a heavy hatch that yielded easily, opening to a strong push.

Shane flung himself out, leaving Victoria to drag Mila the last few feet, desperate for a mind-clearing breath of fresh air to disperse his impossible horniness. He had to squint, the bright sunlight of the day just about blinding him after how long they'd been trapped. But before he had any chance to adjust – and perhaps, to figure out where he was beyond “a forest" – he heard a thwap. With a groan, Mila was out, though she had barely managed to even sit up. Thwap. Victoria followed suit, toppling face-first into the moss. And then, thwap, again. Shane felt a sting on his shoulder, and barely managed to glance at the pain, seeing a dart sticking out, before all strength left his muscles and he joined his friends on the ground.

“Well, well, well. Nicely done, shark," he heard a bemused feminine voice chuckle, from somewhere beyond the edges of his dimming vision. “I was sure that you'd end up fucking them, but I suppose having a daughter of your own has already helped you develop some level of responsibility…"

The woman in the zebra mask was standing above him. Shane tried to mutter a protest, to tell her off, but his tongue would barely move at all. She was holding a long, lovingly adorned rifle.

“So, that means you get away scot-free," she grinned. “Until next time, anyway. But hey, if you'd ever want another round at my little game, all you have to do is mistreat either of your friends…"

She leaned over, planting a mocking smooch on the shark's muzzle. That was the first time he saw her real eyes, underneath the mask. They looked almost purple.

That was the last he ever saw of her as his consciousness faded into a comfortable black, welcoming void, and the next time Shane woke up, it was alone in his bed at home, next to his daughter. He didn't dare question any of it.

And that was that. The three “men" woke up in each their own homes soon after their escape, only for two of them, life would quickly begin to change in a rapid fashion as they discovered themselves to be pregnant with each other's children. Shane, of course, chose to remain friends with them, and to what extent he could, help them in their newfound responsibilities when he had time left over from taking care of his own daughter.

The sex didn't hurt, of course. Both Victoria and Mila – the names they'd eventually chosen to settle on – were quite needy during their pregnancies, and even after that. For the longest time, they didn't quite dare go out and find new men to have sex with, which left them both relying on Shane's twin cocks for satisfaction, sometimes both at the same time.

Whether or not their captor even had a legitimate grievance, they never learned. Victoria insisted she was merely crazy. Mila expressed something more akin to acceptance of her punishment. Yet one thing was for sure, and it was what Shane noticed the most during their many, many long nights spent in bed together.

Neither of the two minded their new states. Especially not in the throes of seemingly overwhelmingly intense feminine orgasms. Sometimes, when he was done with all the day's responsibilities, Shane wondered if he should've joined his friends, instead. Maybe not, he thought before mounting Victoria yet again while she moaned with joy. He'd lose the chance to be their service top.

But then again, when she came, singing out her pleasure at the top of her lungs… maybe yes.