How My Life Changed
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Author's Note: So, I must be honest in that the concept for this story isn't entirely original. It actually came from a collection of artwork I found from various artists and the idea kind of stuck.
This story, I should note, may not have as much detail as some other stories during some parts compared to other stories. This is actually intentional. The story is meant to be read almost like a journal, so it has been written as such.
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How My Life Changed
My name is Jonathon Mareth, an otter. People call me Jon. Well, they used to. You know how everyone has that one day or time of their life when things changed? This is the story of that time in my life.
There will probably be a lot of questions in the next few days about what happened to me. I don't want people to be looking for me, so I'm writing this to explain how things worked out between Demy. A lot of people, my parents included, probably won't like it all that much, but it's the truth.
When I was young, everyone knew that I was different. It wasn't uncommon for children to be married off or taken on as half-wives at very young ages. But I'm a bender, a male who strives to serve and be controlled by other men. When I told my parents, they weren't happy. Being a bender is still something that's highly looked down on. But it's who I was. Still am.
Luckily, it wasn't very difficult for me to find a dominator willing to take me on. It was at the mall when I was eating lunch that a large bear came up to me. Thick black fur under a yellow shirt. It was pretty easy to see what he was looking for.
His name was Demoryxis. It was a rather strange, almost surreal conversation. I don't remember exactly how it went, but we both seemed to know what they other wanted. That night, I went home to my parent's house, packed up some things, and said my goodbyes. I was 15 at the time.
There are quite a few times that I don't remember, but I do remember our first night together more vividly then any day of my life. Probably because it was the day that everything changed. He wasn't very gentle, but he was at least loving. He bent me over the back of his bed and bound my arms to either side. His large hand pads went smoothly down my fur as he stripped off my clothing. I could only watch over my shoulder as he worked, but I loved the feel of him stroking my sides. I was already starting to get hard from just the position and attention.
Once I was nude, his hands began to come down and caress my rump. As an otter, my lower section was smooth and flat, but he still managed to find some fat and squeeze on my cheeks. I gave a soft coo and my tail twisted down against his legs. One of his hands grabbed the extra appendage and pulled it up and away roughly to see my tailhole. "Hm... You don't use this much, do you?"
I told him the truth. I leant myself out to guys in classes a few times a month, regardless of how it made them mock me for being a bender.
He gave a nod and a light smile. "Well, we'll need to get you nice and stretched. I don't wanna tear you open."
Then, he did something that I had never thought to do. He took my tail and curled it up between my legs. I felt my fur brush fur as he pushed the tip between my cheeks towards my hole. For a moment, I thought about lube, but even if I could have asked, I wouldn't. I was a bender; he was my benefactor.
I bit my lip as he pushed my tail into my rump. The fur fell back as it went in. The tip of my tail had always been a slightly sensitive spot, so the feeling of it being squeezed by my tunnel made my body shiver. Luckily, my tail started thin and then got thicker.
I thought he would stop after five or six inches, but he just kept pushing. At four inches, my tail was an inch thick. Another few inches down, it was 1.4. I bit my lip as his hand roughly continued to push it further. I had been taken that deeply once or twice, so I knew the feeling, but having the dual feeling of being the giver and receiver was totally different. And it was thicker then I was used to.
When my tail was curled as tightly as it could go without breaking, it was 8 inches in my ass and stretching my hole nearly 2 inches wide. Every pulse of my internal veins throbbed through my tail. It hurt a bit, but I didn't dare make a comment on it. I felt him pull some rope out from under the bed and tie it around my waist. It held my tail in place as he stepped away. "Now you stay there for a few hours. I'll come back when you're good and loose."
He was true to his words. I learned after a few days that he never lied to me. He was always honest, but that's beside the point. I was left against the bed, stretched and helpless, my arms tied to the sides of the bed. I tried to get some sleep, thinking that I was in for a long night, but I couldn't sleep. A strange sort of excitement was preventing my mind from relaxing.
When he returned, he came in without a word and walked to the side of the bed to let me see the object that I would be servicing. I knew bears were large, but this was huge. It was easily 12 inches long and several thick. No wonder he wanted me stretched.
Before I knew it, he was dragging my tail out from my tailhole, which was slick and matted. My hole was sore from being stretched. If I had to guess, I would think I was gaping by then. He didn't even give me time to relax. His cock started to force its way in.
My tail where he'd gotten it was about as thick, so it wasn't as painful at first, but he quickly delved into the parts of my ass that weren't used to it. I couldn't help but give a pained moan of pleasure.
I remember feeling surprise with my discomfort and pleasure. Instead of smacking me or something, he just gave my shoulder a comforting rub. "Just bear down, Jon. You'll get used to it."
That was the first time I'd actually felt cared for as a bender. Most just did their worst. The rest of that session was mostly me feeling fuller then I'd ever felt. My stomach bulged against the bed's footboard as he almost bottomed out in my gut. There was a bit too much resistance for his last inch, and he didn't force it. Regardless, it felt surreal for me. I relished the feeling of being controlled and used. I came from just the ass pounding while he was still leaking pre.
After about half an hour of feeling his huge dick slide through to my colon, he pulled back and withdrew himself. This time, he actually stuck his finger in my hole. I was gaping. A quarter of an inch at least. He ringed around my entrance that was tender to the touch.
I was panting and tired. My cock was limp inside of my sheath, a glob of white cum stringing between my groin and the wood of the footboard. He hadn't finished yet. I remember expecting him to want a suck-off of a hand job of something. What I got was totally beyond all thoughts.
His hand rubbed along my back. "I know you're a bender, Jon. I'm willing to make you my bender for the rest of your life. You won't go hungry, and I promise to love you as long as you live. Do you want that?"
The question tumbled in my mind. It was a big question. I already knew that this was what I was meant to do, what I longed to do. Having met Demy only that same day, it took a bit more thought, but in the end, I gave a sharp nod.
He smiled back. "Good." His hands left my body and reached down for my ankles. With a powerful grip, he lifted my lower body up until I was straight across from his hands to the footboard. He pushed my feet against something hot and wet. I glanced back to see him pushing my feet against the head of his cock.
Foot fetishes weren't anything new. But I quickly discovered this wasn't a fetish. His urethra, unbelievably, stretched! The slit that had only been a few centimeters wide grew to engulf my feet. His whole cock was growing wider.
I started to struggle in a moment of panic. The grip on my feet was powerful, but not painful. He pulled my calves and took a step forward, and his cock began to eat my legs. "What... What are you doing?" I asked with a heavy breath.
"I am making you a part of me. Exactly what I just promised you."
I don't remember thinking of much after that. I was scared. I didn't know what was happening. This wasn't part of a bender's life. Not that I had known, anyway. Next think I remember, his cock was around my chest and he was undoing the straps that held my arms to the bed. My feet were already in his body going to sleep from the pressure of the squeeze on them.
"Please, don't..." I begged. He didn't listen. He took my arms, pulled me up so that his cock, with me in it, and let me go. Gravity pulled me down into the tunnel. Everything went black, wet, and very, very hot. I tried to breathe, but what little air I could get was smelly and thick. Salty fluid, which I later realized was cum, filled my mouth and throat.
I panicked again, but my body was too weak to really struggle. I remember thinking that I was going to die when I lost consciousness.
The next thing I remember, which I remember almost as well as that night, was his voice calling to me. It sounded distant, but so close. I remembered myself falling into his cock and began to struggle again. It was like I was moving without moving, if that makes any sense. I still couldn't see anything. But his words were strangely clear. "Come to me. Think of yourself and come to me."
Then, all at once, I could see. He was over me, looking down with a light smile on his muzzle. He looked sweaty. I went to move away from him, but somehow stumbled on the floor. It was slick and sticky. "What..."
He tried speaking, but my mind was comprehending the area around me. There was a thick puddle of white fluid on the ground and I was lying in it. After a few seconds, I realized that I WAS the puddle. I pulled my hand up and looked at it, but it was nothing but a mass of milky spooge.
That was when I lost it. I jumped to my feet and began staggering around the room. My feet felt slick, but that was because they were now made entirely of cum too. Demy tried to grab me and hold me, but I moved around and through his arms to get away. I slipped and fell into a corner as a wriggling mess.
After an hour of talking and calming, he explained to me what had happened. He had absorbed my body into his own and had converted me into a creature of living cum. I could control my body to the detail, shifting my form and viscosity at will with some practice. While it was strange and slightly terrifying at first, I gradually began to accustom to the new body.
I don't know if he altered my mind with my body. For all I know, he did and never told me. If he did lie to me, it was the only one. Whether he did or not, though, was something I never thought about. I was born a bender, and now I was a true bender.
My life was rather different after that night. Yes, Demy and I had sex quite frequently. One drawback, if you could call it that, of my transformation was that I needed a daily feeding of fresh cum. Often, this would be done through regular means, and we could reciprocate positions often. I wasn't always receiving. He could dom me into using part of my body to fill himself. Other times, I was "fed" directly from the source by sliding my body back down his cock into his testicles and prostate. These were always particularly fun.
And... life just sort of progressed from there. I would spend some days at his home, other days I would tuck myself into his balls to be carried around while he went to work, and other days we would just lie together, usually with him covered by my body of jizz.
And yesterday...
Well, I'm sure most of you know what happened yesterday. Demy's funeral isn't for another few days, but I won't be able to make it. I'm starting to get unusually tired without having my time with him since yesterday morning. By tonight, I don't think I'll be able to hold myself together. By the time someone finds these pages, I'll likely just be a white stain on the floor.
I do want one thing to be clear, though. Despite any fears or reservations I had before, if I knew what I know now, I would have willingly accepted to do it again.
To my old friends, my parents, Goodbye.
Jonathon Mareth, bender to Demoryxis Skrine.