Like Silly Putty in His Hands
#1 of Julian's Laboratory
I thought back to everything that led up to the predicament I am currently in. It was only yesterday that I agreed to the experiments being performed by Julian. It's not like anybody would have blamed me either, that tall slender fox could be very persuasive if he wanted to. He promised me so much, a perfect body if all went well. I didn't even want that much, maybe a little bit of added muscle here and there, but really I just wanted to help him with whatever it was he needed help with. Maybe everyone is right and I am just a sad little lapdog willing to serve anyone who asks. I could see this evening clearly in my mind. Showing up at Julian's house and being brought down to the basement where he had set up a rather expensive looking laboratory. Maybe I should have turned back and just left when I saw the bubbling chemicals, but the swaying of that firm fox butt had me hypnotized. He explained a lot of sciency mumbo jumbo that went way over my head. Something about chemicals changing the molecular makeup of a biological entity. It didn't take long for him to notice how much of everything I wasn't understanding and it wasn't a terribly difficult leap to realize that I was only here because I thought he was amazing and handsome. To make matters worse, he leaned in and gave me a kiss, then asked me to be very still. That small kiss was enough to completely paralyze me to his every will. He spent the next couple of hours hooking me up to machines of every shape and size. He told me he would need to take some readings before the experiments began so that he could have accurate measurements to compare to. I was a little disappointed to find that he had left the lab for a half hour as the first part of this took place. My heart leapt when he walked back in, setting the machines into a short frenzy and blood running to my cheeks. "You're looking quite good there yourself." He smiled slyly and walked up to the chair I was in. "I'm going to move into the next set of measurements, if at any point you feel uncomfortable just tell me and we can just move on." He wanted to get data on physical and mental changes during stimulation, when I understood exactly what he was trying to say he was going to do I couldn't help getting excited. "Looks like you're ready to begin." He said and had me pull off all my clothing, I was fully erect by time my pants hit the floor. I flinched slightly when his cool hands pulled at my cock in more of a scientific way than sexual. He lined a ruler up with it and wrote down my measurements. "Now we move into the fun part." I closed my eyes as he knelt down to his knees gently massaged my erection until it throbbed. I had to force myself to hold back, I wanted him to take it further, and soon I could feel his warm breath before he took me into his maw. The machines went wild and I put my hands on his head pulling him in closer as the rhythmic motions got faster. I couldn't hold it anymore and exploded only to be surprised when he lapped it up and swallowed all of it. It was over all too soon, I wanted more of him but he wanted to move into the next phase. "That was amazing." I exclaimed, falling back into the chair he had set up for me. "If you think that was amazing, just wait for what's in store." He walked over to a table and poured some red liquid into a flask. I couldn't help but wonder what the experiment involved, he said it involved biological modification and he had been taking measurements of my penis length, maybe this was an untested liquid version of Viagra. "I have calculated the possible side effects and narrowed it down to at most a stomach ache if you're stomach cannot handle the substance, but to be safe I would like permission to restrain you on the slight chance it's worse than that." I hesitated and he quickly continued. "The thing is, I have a way to reverse the effects of this substance but I will not be able to administer it if you are moving too much. The restraints are a way to ensure that if something does go wrong, I can fix it as fast as possible." "Ok, that sounds reasonable." And it did at the time, he strapped down my arms and legs to the chair and told me to tilt back while he poured the red vial. He made sure I swallowed all of it before taking a chair across from me. The tingling began almost instantaneously. I could feel the warm fire spread down my throat and into my chest. From there it spread out in all directions. I can't remember too much from this period of time, but what I do remember is pulling on the restraints and trying with all my might to break free of the bonds. It was the most painful experience of my life and there was one thing I couldn't get out of my mind the entire time, Julian was just sitting there watching. He didn't help ease the pain like he said he would. I could tell by the look in his eyes just as I was passing out from the pain that he was actually welcoming and enjoying the pain I was in. My eyes opened slowly and I looked across the room to a grinning Julian. This is where I am now, no longer in pain and wondering why I agreed to this experiment in the first place. "What did you do to me?" I choked out, feeling heavy and lethargic. I didn't have the strength to struggle with the restraints that were still in place. "You agreed to help me test out my molecular restructuring formula, I'm sorry I didn't fully explain what this meant but you made it really easy for me. You see I believe I discovered a chemical that when mixed into the bloodstream starts bonding and changing the veins and arteries its running through, that's the most painful part. From there it spreads out to your bones and skin, changing everything into another, more malleable substance." He stood up and walked over to my chair. "If my theories are correct, you must find it a bit difficult to move right now. The reason for this is because your body structure has changed completely." I was still quite confused. He reached down and grabbed my finger before bending it completely back as though there wasn't a bone and I could feel every foreign movement he forced it to undergo. When he let go it stayed bent back. "Huh, that's strange. It should have gone back to normal. Oh well, that's why I'm performing this test on someone other than myself." He laughed. "According to the machines all of your vitals have stopped. You have no heartbeat, no lung movement, you still have brain activity however. Good to know this didn't kill you." I hadn't noticed until he mentioned that I was no longer breathing and I couldn't feel the familiar pulsing of blood through my body. He grabbed his clipboards with the measurements from earlier and I felt stupid for allowing him to restrain me without putting my clothes back on. "You have no pumping blood, I wonder how that will change your ability to get an erection." He gently grabbed my cock in his hand and pulled my shaft out. I moaned as he rubbed. Just as he had suspected and I had feared because there was no blood pumping, it was impossible for me to have an erection. The rubbing was complete torment without any release. "Ok, there's a con." He marked it down. "I told you I could help you out, how about a penis size increase?" He grabbed my shaft again and pulled, my eyes opened wide as it pulled past the largest its ever been, and kept going. He walked backwards and it stretched further across the room. As it got longer, it got thinner and all the while I was aroused by the touch of his fingers pinching the part of the string I used to call the head of my penis. He let go of it and a wonderfully horrible wave went through as different sections hit the ground, I could feel an orgasm building. "I was afraid of that, rubber does not have memory" He mumbled as he jotted it down. "You mean I'm stuck with this string of a penis now?" I panicked at the sorry state it was in, it didn't even look like a cock anymore. "Please change me back." I pleaded. "I'm not done yet." He sounded as if none of this fazed him. He picked up the tip again and roping it towards him with both hands. "What are you doing!?" I screamed as more of my penis stretched out and landed in a heap by his feet, the part closest to me became so thin that it snapped off and I screamed. "Wasn't expecting that either, but good to know." I cried when I looked down and saw the small snapped string that was left. I closed my eyes hoping this was all just a bad dream and that it would all go away when I opened them again. As they were closed Julian pushed continued playing with what was left of my dick. I opened them expecting to see him leaning in close, but he was still on the other side of the room, balling up the string and pressing it together. "Clay like properties, it sticks to itself when pressed together." I felt everything he was doing, every push, pull and prod, but that couldn't be possible. How could I feel this if it was no longer attached? He rolled the ball in his hands and the fast motion was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned and he looked up from what he was doing. "Did you just...? Can you still feel this?" He correctly guessed and maliciously picked up playing with it again to test his hypothesis. "It seems you have turned into a strange type of clay... actually the properties are closer to silly putty." He made some more notes. How long would I be stuck like this? I really hoped he wasn't lying when he said he had a way to reverse what the first chemical did to me. * * *
Note about a sequel: I am planning on writing a followup where things continue, but I would like to know where readers would like to see this go.