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Out of This World Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Gigaguess

The air was a bit thick with car exhaust and the sounds of engines idling. Brian would have been glad he had avoided the traffic jam by walking if not for having to walk through the thick smog. Still, he was almost at his destination. Brian was twenty one years old, a junior in college and relatively fit. He had a nice set of abs that was partially exposed because he had pulled up his bright green Nike shirt over his nose as a rudimentary filter. Gus blue eyes peered around, looking for the right address before he spotted it up ahead. Brian picked up the pace before grabbing the door and opening it, all but thrusting himself inside. As the door closed, sunlight glinted off of the frosted white lettering on the door, the word Genetech with the h shaped like a double helix of DNA.

Once inside, Brian lowered his shirt from his face. He had brown hair short enough that it spiked up a bit on its own as well as a well groomed beard. It followed the slope of his jaw line and ringed his mouth, kept short as well. He looked quite manly but still had the skin of youth, a good combination. Brian looked around the lobby before he pulled out the flyer he had grabbed on campus. The wrinkled piece of paper still proudly declared its offers. 'Need cash? Have free time? Participate in Genetech's volunteer program and advance the cause of science.' Brian had been hesitant at first about stories of experimental medications being tested on humans since it was illegal to test animals, though some of his friends had taken part with fairly good results.

Brian looked between the document and then up at the foyer before him. There were so many things he could use the cash for... His car needed repairs, Borderlands 2 was coming out and there was never enough money in the pizza budget. Brian had looked up the payment prices online and even one day's work paid well enough for Borderlands... Brian took a deep breath before he moved forward. A young man looked up from behind the desk.

"Welcome to Genetech, how may I help you?" he asked. Brian shifted a bit.

"I'm here for the volunteer program? Are you still doing that?" Brian asked. The secretary nodded.

"Oh yes we are." He said, pulling out a clipboard, "Please fill this out completely and when you're done return it to the desk here. I'll make sure they are ready for you." The attendant smiled, his glasses catching the light and reflecting it so his eyes were invisible behind the glare. Brian took the clipboard and moved back to one of the chairs lining the two walls of the foyer and sat down, pulling the pin out of the top of the clipboard. The paperwork seemed to be straight forward; name, date, address, allergies, medical history and the like. Brian filled it out, only glancing up occasionally at the desk.

The secretary had picked up the phone and was talking in hushed tones before he gave a nod, even though the person on the other end couldn't see him. He said a few more words and hung up. Brian thought nothing of it, probably just telling the doctors to have the pills or needles or whatever ready. Brian had given blood before, he wasn't too afraid of needles. He flipped through the pages before pausing, noticing the questionnaire. He looked at question fourteen in particular before looking at the desk.

"Why does it ask if I have bought anything online from vendors other than Amazon and Google Marketplace?" Brian asked. The secretary shifted a bit.

"Well, there are some companies and individuals out there selling cosmetics and home health products that can interfere with our tests." The secretary replied. Brian nodded at it, still confused before he finished the questionnaire and brought it up. The secretary took the clipboard and checked through before nodding, pressing a button on the desk. A door off to the side of the foyer clicked and opened on a hydraulic motor; though a scientist in plum colored scrubs appeared a moment later.

"Mister Nesbit?" The scientist asked. Brian nodded, moving over. The scientist turned to the secretary, "Aaron, will you input that information?" he asked.

"Right away sir." Aaron replied, starting to type everything in. The scientist turned to Brian, offering his hand.

"Welcome to Genetech." He said. Brian shook the man's hands, looking him over. The scientist had buzzed, short black hair and had to be three hundred pounds of muscle.

"Good to be here." Brian said.

"Good money anyhow." The doctor smirked, leading Brian along.

"So what sorts of tests are we going to do?" Brian asked.

"Well, we have a couple different options pending on the table. We're working with a substance that can increase an individual's fear threshold. It's completely organic too, so risks of side effects are quite limited. There are also some routine tests with cellular reproduction." The scientist said. Brian's eyes widened as they moved through the hallways.

"So you're going to give me something and then try to scare me?" Brian asked.

"Do you object to that?" The scientist asked, an eyebrow rising. Brian grimaced.

"No, I'm good..." Brian replied. He still really needed the money. As the two walked, Brian was reminded of a hospital corridor. Long hallways with dozens of rooms on the sides, lined with vaguely pink cupboards at face and knee level with counter tops in between. When the halls turned, they only moved in forty five degree angles, most likely for the ease of carts and gurneys. Brian looked all around, though on one wall he spotted a wanted poster with a reward for information on Julian Genoa. Suddenly everything clicked. He'd heard about the fugitive on the news selling things on the internet. No wonder they were concerned, he had worked for the company at one point.

"And here we are." The scientist said, "Please step inside and get disrobed, we will be ready to start the first test in a few moments."

"Disrobe how far?" Brian asked. The scientist gave him a glance.

"All the way." He replied, opening the door. Brian stepped into the room and looked back, watching the scientist shut the door. Brian shifted a bit before looking around at the room. It was modest with a wide cot with pillows and a blanket, a few counters, a few pieces of equipment and one solid stainless steel wall. The rest of the room was painted cement. Still, for a changing room it wasn't that bad.

Brian sat down on the foot of the bed and untied his shoes, setting them aside. His socks came next and then he stood back up, unbuttoning his pants. The slumped to the floor and his boxers followed. Brian stood in nothing but his Nike shirt but that came off finally, leaving him naked. Brian's manhood hung limp from his groin a good four inches, his brown bush well trimmed. He collected his clothes on the bed and looked around, waiting... then he waited some more. Minutes passed before Brian got a bit stir crazy. He moved over to the door to peek out and see if the scientists were anywhere near.

As Brian's hand came down on the door handle, it resisted his hand as if it were locked. Brian tried again, jiggling it, his eyes widening. They had locked him into the room. He looked around, trying to spot any sort of amenity from toilet to sink but the room just had drains in the floor... Brian felt a chill rise up his spine. He tried to get the door open again, but his efforts stalled as he heard a heavy whirring noise from the stainless steel wall behind him. The young man turned to see the wall was rising up into the ceiling. A thick mist spilled out across the floor, almost like a fog.

The fog swirled around Brian's ankles, feeling warm and oily. The room on the other side of the door was filled with pink and gold light, shining off all the metal strips in the room. In the fog something moved but Brian couldn't see it clearly. He backed up a bit with concern. The door continued to rumble upwards before it disappeared into the ceiling, leaving the massive room on the other side open. The fog pooled around before it spilled away from an object rising out of it. Brian watched in horror as a massive, shining chitinous creature rose from the fog, looking like some sort of massive worm creature covered in spikes and tendrils and exoskeleton.

The creature was at least fourteen feet long and almost five wide. Ten little claw legs lined either side of its stomach with a bone crest between then to protect its internal organs. Six spiked rubbery antenna curved up and back from its head and its face was covered in complex bone blades and mandibles, giving it the vague appearance of the business end of a food processor. The mandibles parted to reveal a squirming orifice that looked like a sea anemone, though another orifice quivered right below its bone crest on the stomach.

Brian's heart raced so fast it was about to explode. His muscles tensed, his lungs took in breath. He was about to scream and run, but the creature spread its mandibles wide and shot out a thick clear goo that splattered across Brian's face. At once he saw stars and sparkles, the world around him seeming more colorful and beautiful as a whole. He stumbled back and braced against the wall, feeling a little light headed... and hungry... and excited. The fear melted away from him and soon he felt something he hadn't in some time - wonderful.

The human's skin flushed as he started to relax more, blood pumping into his shaft. He slowly looked back at the massive creature, not with fear but with curiosity. H e looked at the worm as if it was some new puzzle to figure out, to learn. Having successfully rendered its prey cooperative, the worm slithered across the floor into Brian's part of the room, getting closer. It nudged Brian, knocking him onto the bed. Brian sat back on the bed a bit but propped himself up, reaching up to stroke the worm's mandible with his hand, feeling how firm and smooth it was, gazing at its mouth, giggling a bit. It was truly as if he was drunk.

While the human gazed at the worm's mouth, its lower orifice began to leak and drool creamy white juices before long, thick rubbery tendrils swept out. They rubbed all over one another, curling like spaghetti before one tendril latched around the base of Brian's shaft, giving it a squeeze. The others began to rub and stroke his manhood, working it up more, letting it erect and harden. Brian was still mesmerized by the creature's head, feeling horny but not coherent enough to focus on what was happening to his shaft. In the midst of the other tendrils, a much thicker, veined one began sliding out, guided right to the head of his shaft by the other tendrils.

The tip of the thicker tube flared open like the anemone mouth, latching onto Brian's cock head. He murmured as they anchored in, a tiny slit inside the tube lining up with his urethra. Even with the heavy dose of chemical, as a creamy substance was injected into his shaft, he grunted and then moaned. A tingling coolness like peppermint spread into his cock as the member seemed to bloat a little larger, but it wasn't the only engorging member. The veined tube began to bulge, a round mass moving out into it. In contracted behind the mass, and then bloated again. It continued to bloat and contract and muscles pushed several small round objects along, moving them right up to Brian's manhood.

Brian inhaled softly as his urethra was stretched wide and the first object began sliding into his cock, lubricated by the cream injected first. His own cock bulged just a bit as the object was shoved in, but no sooner had it entered than the next was sliding in. Brian moaned louder, feeling as if he was having the sex of his life or knowing what it was like to be penetrated, feeling the spongy, jelly like objects sliding down into him. They went deeper and deeper, filling his body. Brian continued to gaze at the creature with his mouth hanging open and a dull expression in his eyes, completely zonked out.

In another room, the scientist watched the procedure, writing down the notes, watching in wonder. Cameron had studied for years to get where he was. This was his first exology experiment and he wasn't going to miss a beat. Every murmur, moan, whine, every drop of fluid and every scale would be accounted for. It was work, science, truth and his legacy. Still, a small part of Cameron wondered what it must feel like, but he pushed that out of his mind. He'd never get to know, Brian would barely remember the experience soon enough.

[Day 4]

Brian awoke with a soft gasp before sighing. He looked around at the same plain room he'd been trapped in for so very long. He wasn't sure how long it had been. Without windows, he had no frame of knowledge. The scientists didn't even dim the lights for him when he tried to sleep. The only measure he had was that he'd been given food, but he started to realize that the meals were small, steady, regular. It was far more often than three times a day and so he couldn't even use that. Brian slowly sat up, looking down at the tent in the blanket. He was hard again.

It hadn't taken Brian long to realize he was always horny. Even when he thought of unsexy things, his shaft was firm and hard most of the day. He wondered if that was a side effect of whatever had happened. He could barely remember anything after getting disrobed, other than a strange fog. Brian groaned, leaning back, feeling another wave of disphoria wash over him about being kidnapped, wondering how worried his friends and roommates and family was.

Without thinking about it, Brian's hand slid under the covers and moved to his hard shaft, but as his fingers closed around it, he yanked his hand back, feeling several tiny jabs to his skin. Brian looked puzzled, looking at his palm. It was fine, though pressure points were fading. Ever so slowly, Brian took a hold of the blanket and began to fold it down, his eyes widening as he uncovered his groin. The head of his very erect member slid out first, followed soon after by a shaft, but neither was the way he remembered them being. As he uncovered his sack, it too had changed.

Extending from his groin was a rather prominent and not-entirely human manhood. The flesh was firm like leather, the mushroom shaped head was fatter on the upper side and thinner on the bottom then before, and strangest of all were the five small bumps running along the each side of his cock, set a little more toward the underside than the middle. The rough skin bulged a bit and tiny white nubs stuck out of each protrusion. The firm skin had also taken on slight creases into very regular, even disruptions... and all of the changes to his cock were accompanies by the fact that over night his balls had each swollen to the size of grapefruits.

Brian stared at himself in shock for a long moment before flashes started coming back to him; the fog clearing, the giant worm, tentacles. They were vague, but it was just enough to job his memory. He had seen an alien creature and now his cock looked a bit like one. Brian sprung to his feet and ran over to the door, banging on it with both hands. He'd tried over and over again to break out, but never before had his language been so colorful. Cameron marked down the obscenities, the desperation, realizing that it took Brian almost four days to start remembering. Brian continued to scream and bang on the door until his voice was hoarse, but then he started to pant and moan.

The entire time he had been banging, his cock swayed and shook, feeling more sensitive than ever before. Even air currents on it were like masturbation. As it started to leak precum, Brian slowly dropped to his knees on the floor, his hand wrapping gently around the modified cock. The nubs dug into his hand but he squeezed and fondled himself, moaning deeply, bracing himself with one arm before he called out in bliss, a thick flood of sperm spraying all over his stomach. With his orgasm hitting him, Brian laid back, basking in it, seeing stars again in his field of vision.

[Day 7]

The lights to the observation room clicked on as Cameron moved in, turning on the screens. Brian was still sleeping, though he no longer used his blanket. He was reclined on the bed, passed out cold. Cameron turned the switch on the computer desk to activate the scanners, but he also started to study Brian the old fashioned way, writing down changes. While his upper body was identical to when he had started, his lower half was exhibiting more changes on the whole. His shaft had continued to elongate and thicker, reaching thirteen inches and ten segments. The nubs had pushed out into thimble sized bone nubs and his cock head had flared with rubber spikes pointing both forward and back. His balls had retracted a bit in size, but the changes weren't limited to his groin.

Small bumps had formed on both sides of his legs, starting on his hips and thighs and working their way down. Those on the top were the most pronounced, resembling spikes, while those at his ankles and heel were relatively small still. What Cameron found most interesting, though, were Brian's feet. His big toes had shrunken in size while his small toes had grown. The keratin in his toenails had also taken on new pigmentation, looking darker. They had grown at almost four times the normal rate, thickening and curving, starting to take on the color of the worm's claws.

The computer chirped as the scan results came back, showing the changes to Brian's organs and internals. Cameron went to note the changes in the log, but something caught his attention, movement. Cameron turned, looking at the screen. Brian's shaft had started to wriggle a bit, moving even while he was asleep. After a faint flutter, very thick clear liquid began to spill out of his shaft onto the cot, flowing half way between an orgasm and urinating. Brian moaned, his eyes opening. He slowly sat up with a look of confusion on his face before he looked down at his cock, his jaw dropping open. He looked at the puddle before him and reached down, collecting some of it on his fingers, rubbing it between them. Cameron bit his lip, wishing he could get a sample... but for now he just had to observe.

[Day 15] Brian's eyes opened suddenly. There had been no warning from his change from asleep to awake. Something was different, but then again something always was. Brian slowly sat up, his hands gripping the bed. The bone spikes that grew out of his elbows dug at the cot's material but Brian was always careful. His talonous fingers wrapped around the bed frame and he adjusted a bit. The backside of his ribs and spine were covered with short spikes now as well, similar to the fully formed spikes lining his legs. As Brian moved to look at himself, an unnaturally long tongue slipped out, dripping thick saliva.

The test subject looked at his firm, muscled abdomen, tracing it all the way from his thick pectorals down to where it seamlessly transitioned into his new appendage. What had once been his shaft was now just as wide as his torso, segmented and creased like the worm and lined with spike legs on each section. It was almost like a thorax or abdomen on an insect, but a mere continuation between his legs. The worm like shaft was almost four feet long on its own, the tip rubbery and flared like an anemone. It was so long and heavy it was draped unceremoniously over the edge of the bed, hanging down all the way to the floor.

At first Brian was confused why he had awoken, but then he felt a strange sensation... a compression in his shaft. Brian suddenly grunted as he involuntarily pushed down, clenching his muscles, grabbing onto the bed more. The tentacle nubs his nipples had become squirmed around, as did the tinier nubs of two more sets of nipples below the first. He grunted sharply, flexing and flailing. One fully insectoid leg came up, only two armored, clawed toes wriggling. The other leg moved down to dig into the cement, the claws penetrating the stone.

Thick milky white goo began leaking from his cock, pooling on the floor. Brian grunted hard and pushed again and again, feeling movement in his massive tube of flesh. It was time, the egg was coming. Brian moaned, bearing down, panting hard. He looked at his body and felt his lust rising once more. He'd pushed back shock and fear and moved onto acceptance. Whatever he was becoming was powerful and sexy. Brian moaned, barely able to keep himself upright as he held onto the bed, pushing and pushing more.

In a few moments, Brian was calling out in shock and lust, the head of his shaft spreading. A white egg began to emerge, covered in glistening goo, crowning steadily. After a moment there was an oddly loud, wet pop and the egg rolled out into the pool of liquid. Brian fell back onto the cot and let out a loud, satisfied moan. Laying the egg was a better orgasm than any he had in his life, an impressive fact given the staggeringly higher number of orgasms since his transformation... but no sooner had the after glow hit him than a new pang, a new emptiness, a new need hit him. His cock no longer felt right. Without the egg in him, it felt empty. It needed to be filled...

The door to the chamber opened and the rushing of boots came. A security guard stood by the door with a gun in hand while two scientists moved in, covered in recording instruments. One of the scientists went right for the egg, lifting it up into a case with thick gloves. The other started to move toward Brian, recording his physical appearance more closely. Brian lolled out his longer tongue, looking at the scientist suggestively, then his pants. Brian grinned. Yes, a nice cock inserted into his worm meat would be perfect...

The scientist moved down Brian's body, examining all of him before he crouched down between his legs, looking at the worm shaft. Brian considered, waited for a moment, and then made his move. With complete reticulation, Brian moved his massive four foot worm cock up. A stream of clear goo sprayed the scientist in the face and he stumbled back in shock, moaning sharply, panting. His pants began tenting as his cock got hard at once, but the other two humans moved to drag the scientist out of the room quickly. Before he made it through the door, a wet spot formed in the man's pants. Brian watched with amusement as the moaning scientists struggled against his captors and the door shut behind him. Brian sighed. He had hoped for a little fun, but at least he was potent. He reached down to stroke at his shaft, hoping to usher on the next egg. Maybe they would come back for it too and he'd get to try again for a little fun.

[Day 35] The door to the observation room opened as Cameron moved in, sipping his coffee. He'd been up working late, compiling data. It had been a week since Brian had stopped changing, but even now it was still hard to process all the changes. Cameron sat down in his chair, looking at the massive screen set up as if it was a window into the room. Brian was certainly something else now... He still was humanoid for the most part. His head was almost entirely unchanged. His hair was slicked back by some sort of musky secretion, his beard was the same length it had started as, his ears were normal... but two chitinous antennae extended from his head, rising up before angling forward.

Every so often Brian's two foot long, slimy tongue would slide out, whipping around. Occasionally he used his tongue to wrap around one of his six five inch long tentacle nipples, stimulating himself. His arms and legs would writhe around a bit every time he laid an egg but generally stayed where they were. His arms and legs were completely changed. Thick armor covered them, thick spikes and boney plates segmenting them. While he had arms and legs, they were completely insectoid. His shoulders were covered with sea-shell like plates and his back was lined with more wriggling leg extensions.

As much as his body had changed, nothing had surprised Cameron more than Brian's shaft. It had grown the most of anything. In one month since injection, it was half the size of the original worm and easily larger than the rest of Brian's body. The legs on the bottom were fully formed and two lines of frilly spikes had grown along the top. The cock head had even evolved completely into the anemone like orifice, the hundreds of filaments helping to guide and deposit the eggs gently on the floor.

Cameron looked up for a moment as Brian entered another laying cycle. The legs of his worm shaft dug into the cot, as did his arms. He moaned and pushed, thrust and groaned, squirmed and writhed... and yet another slimy egg got pushed out into the puddle on the floor. Brian predictably moaned with arousal and then a moment later with need. He shuddered softly, lying on his bed for a long moment.

"So that's what, five a day now?" Brian asked the room at large. Cameron paused, looking at the screen. Brian had talked to the scientists before but never the cameras. Brian looked around at the black orbs, choosing one arbitrarily, "What are you using them for? Alien omelets? Or do they grow into more big worms and you have more test subjects like me?" Brian called out. Cameron went back to his work, charting and logging every thing. On the screen, Brian started to massage his massive flank, feeling the tough leathery flesh, the little legs working. Brian licked his chest with his monstrous tongue, his antennas twitching around. Slowly Brian grinned, "I bet you want to know what it feels like to push your cock in there, to get it deep like those eggs. Did you jerk off while I was implanted? Did you know how sexy I would become?" Brian called out.

Cameron looked up from where he was sitting, realizing that no scientists had gone to collect the egg yet. Cameron grunted in dissatisfaction, standing up. He moved to the locker and pulled on an exposure suit, pulling a plastic face shield down to protect himself. Once his gloves were on he grabbed a collection case and moved to the big door, easing it open. Brian looked over at Cameron lustily, stroking his body some more. Cameron moved over toward the egg with no fear. Brian's body was so large that he couldn't get off his cot even if he wanted to. From his bed, Brian started to chuckle.

"I wondered how long it would be before I saw you again." Brian said, "Are you part time, or have you been watching the whole time?" Brian asked.

"I haven't missed a moment." Cameron said conversationally.

"Oh yes, from the cameras... Even with high definition ones, I bet it's still pixilated and grainy when you zoomed in. No fidelity... and even if the image is good, what about the sound? Flat, digital, echoing? You're missing so much." Brian whispered. Cameron sealed the case.

"Like what?" he asked. Brian smiled.

"Textures, sounds, tastes... What about those three scientists I sprayed. Didn't they tell you I taste great?" Brian asked.

"At nauseum. Musky, salty, creamy... Like a savory version of lust incarnate. We took detailed notes." Cameron said dispassionately.

"I bet you did, but none of them know what it's like to fill me... Come on, aren't you the boss? Don't you want to be the first? Don't you want to fuck something from out of this world and go where no man has gone before?" Brian whispered, his eyes locking on Cameron's. Without any spray, without any cream, Brian was still working on Cameron. The air had thickened with spicy musk, with pheromones. Cameron was starting to sweat, his cock hardening. He slowly looked down at the massive ovipositor and took a step forward, then another, then a third. He was just close enough, dazed enough. Brian knew he could snap out of it at any moment, he couldn't give him that chance.

The massive ovipositor reared up like a worm, the mouth piece latching onto Cameron's groin. The crotch of his pants were torn out and thick spongy anemone tendrils slathered onto Cam's shaft. Cameron let out a shock of fear realizing what he had done, but he was too late. His long, hard shaft got sucked into Brian's massive meat and Brian howled in delight. The entire length quivered, milking Cam's rod. Up and down, in and out, deeper and harder. It was massaged, sucked off, tugged and stretched. It tingled, it swelled, it throbbed. Every sensation swept through Cameron's cock. It was getting sucked off so good it felt almost like it was going to pop off, but it felt so good at the same time.

Brian moaned sharply, feeling full for the first time other than when he was laying eggs. His human need to mate and his worm need to procreate were fulfilled. He could feel Cam's juices starting to enter him; he could even sort of taste it in the back of his mind. It was so oddly sweet, the taste of human sperm... but it wouldn't stay human for long. As Cameron basked in his amazing alien sex, a tiny tendril began pushing a pea sized egg up into his cock, sliding it through the urethra. Cameron was too in lust to notice, but deeper still it went.

The egg was pushed down and down, down further still into his balls where it took root and started to change Cameron. Brian writhed in delight, knowing that he had succeeded. His worm tendril retracted, the massive flesh pulled Cam's balls in and juggled them around, massaging every part of his groin it could reach before Cam screamed out in lust, cumming hard. Brian licked his lips and drooled uncontrollably as he tasted the seed and his meet drew it in more and more, washing all the unlaid eggs he had with the seed.

Without warning, Brian came. Thick silvery white cum shot out around Cameron's crotch, coating his shaft and balls and legs. The pressure was so much that he was knocked back onto the floor, but being the scientist he was, he crawled out before it hit his face. Cameron blushed furiously that he had succumbed to his baser instincts, but the creature still hadn't sprayed his face. He knew he'd be fine. He grabbed the case with the egg in it and moved out of the lab, shutting the door once more. Brian slowly laid back on his bed, feeling more content than he had in his life. He knew things would be getting better for him now. He had friends on the outside after all... both on the outside of the chamber, and out of this world.