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Letting out a soft gasp, a human found himself rudely awoken after having fallen from the pitch black of a tube. Immediately after, dazed and confused, he landed with a soft thump against a smooth and cold floor. Brightly lit, the white interior appeared as nearly blinding, as if several particular sources of light focused entirely upon him. The muscles in his upper legs gave out for just a brief moment, with the lower back soon following and leading him to fall backwards with a heavy thump; for just a couple seconds the muscles in his body went limp, before a warmth flowed through his veins. Squirming around, worried and confused, he groaned and tensed as every muscle in the body felt as if they were being injected and forced to be reinvigorated due to a liquid coursing within his blood, belated, as though unnatural with the body wishing to reject it.

"Rise up. You have a job to accomplish. Come now, time was never meant to be wasted."

A soft spoken voice projected itself through the room. Sitting up once more, the human brushed a hand over his head, feeling a lack of hair there, and noticed himself to have none elsewhere while being completely nude. He felt unsure, looking around for where the voice came from, but without understanding why he felt that manner, as if meaning to be embarrassed but not quite grasping the concept. Opening his mouth, nothing but empty air escaped, resulting in even more confusion. He knew he could speak, but it felt as if his vocal cords had never once been used, being sore and ready to swell from overuse simply from the grunts prior.

"Are you not well? I have made sure to nourish you from the beginning, to mold you, and myself, into a better being. A creature with a purpose. You are a very special person. It is very unbecoming of you to simply slouch about and not move on with your task."

Something about the words struck a chord inside his slowly ticking brain. He had memories, or so he thought, but all that came to him was a white haze, as though having viewed the world in a constant air of static. Without consciously thinking his body repositioned itself, legs shaking as though he were a newborn fawn standing for the first time, after which another wave of shock overcame him. Once more a warmth trickled beneath his skin, and this time he felt calmer. At this point he figured it to be some sort of slow release drug that had been given to him just before waking, almost able to pinpoint the feeling of metal having clamped around his arms before injecting something via a needle. He shivered at the thought. Not because of any fear associated with pointed objects, but instead how he remembered it. He knew what the objects were which took care of him, but he couldn't truly form the thoughts coherently in his brain, as if the memories had been wiped clean from the mind.

Eventually the lights dimmed, or at least those which focused upon him, and the naked human managed to finally get a better view of his surroundings. The room presented itself as being large, rectangular, and gave an unwelcome atmosphere. He became thankful of one aspect, and it was that he could fill his lungs with clearly circulated air, as though feeling it for the first time without being obstructed. Everything felt so clean as a result, as he attempted to smile, only to be ruined at the feeling of his facial muscles being unable to shift as though simply missing or having never formed in the first place. Looking along, he saw a vat of some substance, with symbols foreign, yet strangely recognizable, with a black and muted tan object laying crumpled near to it.

"That's better. You see? There's nothing to worry about. After all, I created you to be a perfect form of myself. Your job is to use your body to its fullest potential, and better the world as a result! Think about it, you shall protect millions of families from wrong-doers. Without any effort at all."

The man in the room breathed in deep, and again he attempted to smile while thinking why he even wanted to do that in the first place. Memories slowly faded in as he opened his eyes once, submerged in liquid and vision obscured occasionally by that of metallic tubes floating over them like winding snakes. They were attached to him, forcing upon him sustenance and sparse oxygen to keep him going. A face flashed across his vision in one more memory, of an old man who appeared to be in distress. Not for life or safety, but for his own body floating in the capsule of gelatin. He couldn't understand it, but had this person been a god perhaps, or is he simply a child of natural birth? The memories left as quick as they had come, yet he thought not to question them, for the one moment he tried to delve further within memories a tingling pain surfaced coming from within his skull.

Without rhyme or reason the man grabbed the end of a hose, before gently pulling it forth and watching it unravel in front of his feet, revealing itself to be connected to as large tank. All colors of the world came to him as disappointingly dull, save for the white reflected from the lights, a small tinge of feeling coming from within, that there was supposed to be so much more to bear witness and enjoy. Holding up the object, finding it to be made of surprisingly durable and heavy material, he unwound the end he held, taking note of a very clearly pointed metal nozzle. A chill climbed up his spine, and with a quick jerk, he looked down at the lumped mass upon the floor. Blinking quickly, he couldn't believe it, but that thing actually appeared to be some form of creature. Curled up, defenseless, and barely breathing, it shifted just enough to allow the scales upon its body to glisten with a bewitching sparkle. His lungs expanded and retracted quickly, almost against his will, as yet another flow of warmth began its travel through the vascular system. This time, however, it felt like a warning, as if he should run from the creature.

"You know what to do. He is your companion from now on. You shall be with him to help him grow and mature, just as I was there for you to watch with care. Both of you are the same, created and without mother, yet twins by being birthed on the same date. A coincidence, but you were made to be a part of his life."

Clenching his fingers and squeezing his eyes, he felt a different sort of warmth surface from deep within. He didn't understand it at first, but with a few passing moments, it came to him. His father, from somewhere unknown, spoke to him. He was being watched, with careful eyes, of his progress as a being. Tilting his head gently and assessing the nozzle before looking down again at the creature, the sides of his lips twitched slightly, trying with all his might to simply bring a smile to his face. He wanted to make the fatherly figure proud, and in that instant, he quickly knelt down to bring the hose between the lips of the beast and wiggled it inside. Gently petting upon the smooth head, he noted how beautiful it appeared to him. Different, but interesting, as it seemed to possess six powerful legs. Picking with his nails, he felt how the surface of the skin changed in texture, for the black plates of scale atop the body came across as tougher than the tan colored areas. Despite that, he noted how the plates lifted ever so slightly at his tugs, and found himself encapsulated at a dull blue glow coming forth from beneath. He looked over to the container to hear it shake slightly, pumping a thick liquid, before seeing the creature move.

It startled him how quickly the reptilian came to life. Small eyes, green, revealed themselves in the center of two black marks on opposing sides of the face to which he thought were simply just unique markings. He watched in awe as the muscles of the legs tensed suddenly, bulging as the creature awoke, jumping up as though ready for battle. The creature awakened, twirling itself about, almost as if performing a dance, with six legs moving like perfectly lubricated machinery; they looking almost tangled at points, but the mid-legs, which were positioned just behind the forelegs, twitched and shifted while the other four larger appendages appeared to produce more speed and strength instead of the fine adjustments in position. Whipping around, the scaly tail knocked the bare-bodied human a couple feet back and onto his rump, as it seemed to care not for his presence, but instead more for whatever liquid began pumping into its mouth. After coming to attention, not noticing a threat to the supply, it sat upon its haunches, arching its body forward and gnawing against the hose as though trying to consume it and receive the liquid all the quicker.

"You are doing well. Do not move, allow him to fully awaken."

The human, stunned with the wind knocked out of him for half a minute, simply watched the body slowly unfold into moving life before him, as if it had been in a stasis not too dissimilar from his own. Nostrils flared upon the side of its face, two of them on each side he assumed, and became curious as to why he might not have an extra pair. They flapped open, in a short rhythm, as though taking in air from the front before it flowed quickly into the snout, and out a couple inches back via the second nostril. He barely got much of a chance to examine more of the face before witnessing a blue growth of flesh poking forth from the crotch region. Almost more monstrous than the creature itself, he saw it bulge with frightening swiftness, taking on an alien shape to him. Thick and throbbing, the black-spotted base of it quickly knotted and became the thickest portion, albeit that not meaning much in the human's eyes when taking note the rest of its wicked design. Thick nobs, looking the part of dulled spines, jut forth from the underside of the shaft while similar ridges pushed outwards along the flanks. It transitioned to the glans by quickly dipping in circumference, before showing off the head itself as being nearly as broad as the knot at the base, yet extended and longer, as though created to better receive positive stimuli. Overall it stretched up to the mid-legs, quite seemingly as thick as them.

Standing once more, the bipedal figure in the room felt a tinge of fear crawl up the spine. At the same time, he felt almost pacified at the sight of the creature spitting the tube from its mouth, leaving behind a horribly gnarled and bitten mess with the nozzle itself now missing. Noticing movement, it turned to face him, tensing its muscles, and launched forward. Quicker than he could even blink, the creature plowed into him with its head against the chest, at which a harsh crack reverberated throughout his torso. Coughing, eyes widened, and flinging several feet, his back crashed against the smooth tiles in a stunning blow. Slumping down, sputtering incoherently, the man began to hyperventilate as adrenaline pumped with every beat of his heart. Never had he wished to feel the emotion of being so on edge, yet here he found himself, having it orchestrated upon him by the being which he just woke up. It walked to him, calmly, as if strutting. Recognizing his weakness it loomed over him, latching the mid-legs around his thighs with claws pricking dangerously along the weak skin. Gasping, his eyes widened, unable to believe the sight unfolding before him. The creature began to consume him, not through the mouth, but instead via the gigantic genitalia just recently raised.

Heat began to tickle at the human's toes as the creature pulled him forward, as it shook him slightly to straighten out the body and aim him. In an act he found simply unbelievable, he watched as the tight urethral slit widened itself in a lackadaisical fashion, as if this had been programmed into the creature as being a normal feature that all beings possessed. A thin slime coated his feet, with it soon raising up the legs, as the rubbery texture within provided a region where friction seemed to not exist. Squirming backwards and ignoring the shooting pain across his torso from the earlier blow, he noticed a horrific response coming from his own body. Where he should be able to kick, the brain clearly screaming at him to do so, the muscles defied any logic and instead just gently rolled and flexed the toes, at which a low growl of approval came forth from the creature slowly engulfing him. When he'd push up with his arms and attempt to shove himself away, all that he accomplished was a gentle massage with his hands upon the darker scales of the underside. The body refused to fight back, and the more he tried, the more sensual and even lewd the motions became. Again, he felt a flood of warmth disperse itself, and he knew then the purpose of his so-called perfection. He had been created as a perfect test subject, unable to harm, and to be live prey for another being.

Grinding his teeth, sweating propitiously from the stress of feeling himself being eaten alive by the phallus of a strange creature, he at least gained better appreciation for the size. At first he had been too mystified to care, and then became scared, but now he had been given the time; the creature slowed its pace, tugging at his torso with the grasping paws, as if using a living being to pleasure itself in some cruel joke. The shaft had very much grown to be as thick as a human body, he noticed as it kissed around his hips while secreting a clear substance. With his perspective, he could see how the entire length happened to be at least as long as he was tall. It gave him new insight as to the overall size of the creature, and it made him somewhat uneasy. For the first time his olfactory senses sparked to life, only to give him the scents of the creature's naturally produced musk. No other scent made its way into his nostrils, nor did any memory of another manage to bubble forth within his conscious, forcing him to refer to this new scent as the utter epiphany of perfect, even if he otherwise wished that to not be the case.

Strange, he thought in an attempt to keep himself from focusing on the events at hand, was how much smaller and more innocent the creature seemed to be when he thought of it in a positive light. His body began to stiffen slightly, as if defying his wishes to become lax and try to retreat within the confines of his mind, teasing him, allowing him to believe that he could ignore it while at the same time simply making it easier to be consumed. The arms on his body stiffened the most, forcing themselves down upon his sides to keep the entire body completely streamlined and made to be consumed with greater ease. The fingers tickled and flicked at the tip of the urethral slit, he telling his hands to pull back with less than satisfactory results. Eventually they joined the rest of his body already inside the shaft, being forcefully bound from making movements, and a sickening slurp popped upward from the phallus due to a shift in air volume and liquids clinging to his skin. His wrists became bound, and ever so smoothly the arms lost all movement as he sank down to where he only saw his chest left in freedom.

Shifting positions dramatically, the creature began to raise itself upwards, leaning against the wall the human had been thrown against earlier. It used gravity to help with the consumption process, becoming lazy in its own right, as it sensed complete passivity from its prey. The body above forced his head to angle downwards, with his back being pressed partially against the wall. It allowed him to realize the stark contrast in temperature between the interior of the shaft as opposed to the relatively cool air of the room. At this point he could also begin to much more clearly feel a form of peristalsis taking place around his body, as pseudo-muscular contractions pulled his body downwards with frightening ease. The mid-legs soon rest upon his shoulders, gently pushing him down, as the shaft starting to appear engorged with his torso. He very clearly noticed the silhouette of his body, it distending the partially glowing blue skin of the creature's sex, yet having no trouble simply expanding like the body of a snake to allow a similarly sized object inside. After working around the shoulders, with paws moving in position once more to the top of his head, he witnessed the gaping urethra belch forth a large glob of slimy liquid against his face. Immediately after, with closed eyes, he felt the pressure around him change, and became fully encapsulated and locked from the rest of the world.

Sickening sounds of shifting flesh coinciding with the liquids around him filled his ears while entering the alien environment. The rubbery tube around him squeezed tight enough to make it feel as though it were tighter than the skin upon his own body, yet he felt the undulations propelling him further into the creature's body. Areas of tighter pressure, the concept of which he hadn't conceptualized as being possible until they happened, had been felt coming from the outside world. The creature simply grasped upon its own shaft with the mid-legs, massaging itself and coaxing its body to hurry the process and help the human further inside. He felt the thin layer of slime between him and the walls work with scary efficiency, acting the part of a natural lubricant, and at the same time seemingly stunning him. Every time he attempted to squirm at this point, he noticed a faint electrical shock specifically target the nerves which relayed the command to move, stunning the muscles before they even got a chance to react. The liquid seemed to work as some sort of conductor, furthering the futility of the situation in his mind. A small shred of hope never left him, as if accentuating an evolutionary failure in the human genome to just allow himself to give up on life to save him the troubles of experiencing more trauma before an inevitable end. Just then, he heard the crackling of speakers turn on once more, with his so-called father's familiar voice chiming. That hope teased him, making him believe that perhaps he'd be allowed to go free, before listening.

"... No, no, I actually am quite proud you botched this experiment. Look at Zero-Zero-Two and its vigor with eradicating its target. It makes him eager to continue his work. Look, more, at how he has already assessed the tube above him as being where the clone had originated. Quick, prepare another for entry. Let us begin testing again, and its limitations of just how much it can consume."

The muffled words sealed his fate, as if the feeling of a new texture around his feet hadn't been enough. He knew he began to enter the region that soon shall spell his demise, and thus it became a simple waiting game. A horrible truth began to emerge itself from the back of his mind, in that he actually enjoyed the process. He understood well that this was likely just a fail-safe to ensure that he'd not go berserk and possibly damage a precious experiment in the process, but the more he felt the undulations around him, the more he thought of it as a full body massage. It had been, after all, the only touch from another living creature ever registered in his brain, and it gave him a sense of longing for the creature he slid inside. With him being pumped ever further into some sort of expanding sack, the stomach region feeling the bulbous flesh inside, he felt himself growing more excited. At least he had never been lied to, indeed fulfilling the purpose of his quick life, truly becoming part of a greater life.

Gradually being shaped into a fetal position, he felt his body already being prepared for optimum storage inside the new area; his legs bending and arms wrapping around them, before the rest of his body even came inside. It all fit together like clockwork, further imprinting upon the human's mind as being a twin with the creature, the two knowing how the other worked and complimenting both of their bodies' processes. With one final lewd slurp, his face slid through a tight sphincteral ring and felt it close behind his hairless head, and he packed himself tightly into the fleshy cave. Everything felt much different compared to the tube from before; the transition from perfectly smooth material to a bulbous muscle and rounded sections giving him a tingling sensation. Opening his eyes, he gasped suddenly at the sight, while accidentally allowing passage of the slime upon his skin to infiltrate the mouth to his dismay. Still, he stared, absolutely awe-stricken.

All around him the walls of flesh glowed, a gentle and calming blue and white, with it fading in and out with intensity. He noticed that, evidently, the flesh grew into a more brilliant white as it came into closer contact with his body, with the flesh becoming gradient and a more gentle blue the less it touched his skin. As time went on, so did the temperature of his body, or perhaps it was the creature's body becoming warmer, but he knew that something grew in heat. The more heat he felt, the more tired he became, it feeling completely unnatural, and the sleepiness bogged his consciousness. Gentle rolling strokes of the flesh became less intense, or so he thought, until he realized it was his own body beginning to shut down. Surreal as it may be, he couldn't pull himself to look away, or even feel frightened; he watched, clear as crystal, how portions of his appendages closest to the monster's flesh began to melt away. It drained the energy of his very life, weakening him at an exponential rate, while seemingly metabolizing the useless cells into a thick and gloppy liquid. Sudden movement jostled him considerably, yet did nothing to wake him, as he assumed the creature suddenly lurched forward in an attack. Another clone had been dropped into the creature's pen, however this one hadn't been given the curse of knowledge, however little it may be. The sides of his face budged, creating an upward curve on his lips for the first time, as he fell into a slumber. Soon, another being shall join in his fate, and feel a forced pride that he helped better a creature closer to perfection.