FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

[b][u][center]Reconditioning the Cheaters

Part 2

For Engy

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It wasn’t the first time that a scam had fallen apart on him and Josephine, but it was the first time that it had happened this spectacularly.

Sam stared at what had been his wife, hardly believing his eyes. What had been a pale woman of relatively average height and fine curves had been transformed into a short-ish kobold, a scaly little monster that had a dick that was almost as big as his arm from elbow to wrist. It was like looking at something that had come out of a hentai film instead of reality, even for a place like this overly-liberated city.

He slumped forward in his chains, shaking his head in absurd denial as he watched his wife’s cock throb up and down, spitting slimy ropes of pre-cum across the floor. The yellow dragon that was responsible for it all was still chaining his wife back to the wall as Sam tried to think it through.

[i]He’s doing this with potions. That has to mean it’s temporary, right?[/i] he thought, going through what he remembered from the website. [i]All the different potions are temporary unless they’re overdosed on, or…or something, right?[/i]

That’s what he felt like he remembered, at least. Must have been something like that, something that was more…more escapable. This couldn’t be permanent. Not for her.

Not for him.

“Hey…hey!”

He shouted, panicking more than he would have liked. The dragon turned to face him, cocking his head to the side.

“Are you shouting at me?”

“I…look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to shout. And I’m sorry for trying to con you.”

At this point, that wasn’t even a lie. That was a genuine apology for trying something that was stupider than he had ever imagined. Seeing what Engy could do to them, what had already happened to his wife, had him terrified of what would happen to his manhood.

He pulled back against the wall more at the thought, shaking his head as the yellow dragon approached him. As the alchemist pulled another potion vial, Sam kept apologizing.

“It was dumb, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to pull stupid shit like that here. I should have been honest about it, but I wanted to get some money for me and the wife so that we’d be safe and secure back at home and – please, don’t make me drink it. I’ll do anything you want, I swear. Anything, anything at all!”

The vial was right beside his face, and the clear fluid inside smelled like nothing more than a ripe, eager pussy, one that was waiting to be bred and bred hard by a male with plenty of inches to spare. He whimpered, shaking his head, turning it to the side.

It was useless. The dragon grabbed him by the chin, pinching at his jaws. Sam’s mouth popped open with a soft click as Engy shook his head disapprovingly.

“And it would be fair for me to punish her and not you?” he asked.

“Mmmph…”

“You were the one that came up with the idea. If you think that you’re getting out of your punishment with an apology, you’re dead wrong.”

The vial tipped between his lips, and Sam had no choice but to swallow it as the hot, slippery juices ran past his tongue.

More than anything, it really did remind him of the slimy fluids that came from between a woman’s legs, hot and just a trifle bitter from the depths from whence they came, with a bit of a hot, metallic taste that came along with it. He was forced to drink it down, the vial held between his lips and his nose pinched until he swallowed.

It went down with a struggle, forcing him to keep swallowing to push it down his throat properly. He gagged around it after it went down, coughing as the dragon stepped away from him.

“Is…is that going to make me…like her?” he asked, nodding at his panting, shaking wife.

“No.”

“…No?”

“No. It’s going to make you into her breeding partner.”

“Oh god…oh god, no, please – Nnngh!”

The potion hit him, and it hit him [i]hard.[/i] The heat struck his belly first, and he whipped his head down, terrified that the first thing he’d see would be his disappearing cock.

Thankfully, it wasn’t. However, a light green had already stared to spread out from his belly button, a feature that was slowly disappearing among the green. His stomach flattened out, and then slowly pushed outwards, forming a bit of a chub as it grew. Not a fat, obese belly, but something soft and squishy, the sort of thing that some might have called cute.

As the green spread, he realized that it wasn’t just his skin changing color. He could make out tiny little scales, smaller than the ones that his wife had been covered with, more like tiny dots than actual individual pieces as they spread out along his stomach. They turned a darker green when they hit his sides, when they reached his waist, but it was still the same sort of scale pattern, the same sort of look.

His cheeks burned as he saw them dip down towards his cock almost immediately, but it was the scales that his chest that had the first big change with them. They seemed to seep into his flesh, moving into his torso and under his skin –

“NNNGH!”

He gasped, his eyes going wide as he arched his back against the stone behind him. Whatever they were doing, there was suddenly much more [i]pressure[/i] against his front, his nipples popping up in a way that they had never done before. His eyes widened further he looked down, knowing what it had to mean.

It might have been Sam’s imagination, but he swore that his chest was starting to grow out, and not with muscle. Had there been that much of a valley between his nipples before? Had there been that much space? Had they been that big? He had been getting out of shape lately, so it might not have been growth just yet, but…

Panting in a mixed sense of denial and raw fear, he groaned as his nipples expanded slightly, the growth there, at least, completely undeniable. The little nubs were expanding, growing outwards, and the pale pink disk of flesh just around the hard points was spreading further across his chest, clashing with the green that was spreading ever further up his body.

[i]Oh god, oh fuck, this is…this is intense.[/i]

And that was putting it mildly. Even as his nipples grew, he swore that they were becoming more sensitive, feeling every little bit of wind that grew as the dragon flapped his wings in the middle of the room. Even as his wife gasped from her cock, he bit off whimpers and gasps from wind blowing across his chest.

[i]Dammit, it doesn’t feel that good. It doesn’t.[/i]

No. It felt better.

He shook his head, trying to turn away from the evidence of his transformation, only for another surge to pull his attention back down towards it. His chest surged forward again, obviously growing now, the weight starting to take shape as a pair of small bulges in his chest. They grew, then stopped, then grew again, a sort of inflation that was gradually building on itself as it got bigger and bigger.

He panted for breath as his breasts started to push out more and more noticeably, going from an A-cup to a B, and then growing out further to a middle C. They were bigger than his wife’s had ever been, and he swore that they showed no signs of slowing down just yet.

[i]Oh god, don’t make me like this. Don’t turn me female. Don’t make me a breeder, please, please.[/i]

The pleading did nothing as the transformation continued to spread, and he felt the scales running up towards his neck. He remembered what had happened when his wife’s transformation had encapsulated the top of her neck, as well as her back, and his eyes went wide, looking to the dragon for help.

“Not yet. We have time. The first crack –”

CRACK!

Sam gasped, slumping forward against the chains around his wrists as he felt the first collapse of his spine, the first compression. Engy was right there a second later, pulling at the chains.

“Always going too fast…I need to fix that…”

Considering that he was already feeling his height slipping away, Sam couldn’t give a fuck about how the potion worked. All he wanted was the chance to keep his body from being put through an experience on the rack.

Already, his six-foot frame felt like it had lost two inches, his arms pulled tight and his legs almost pulled off the floor. His voice came out with a squeak and a grunt, his gasps getting quicker and more frequent as he struggled to keep himself upright.

One hand came free, and he almost collapsed. The second one was released, and he did fall.

Already, he could feel the bump at the back of his spine growing out, the beginning of a tail, just like what had happened to Josephine. He rolled onto his side, looking back in shock and awe as the tip pushed up through the scales, forcing them to flex and then bend to allow it to take shape.

The feeling of his spine stretching out with it was beyond strange, a sensation that nobody was supposed to feel in their life. It felt almost like one might imagine a noodle being slurped off a plate, except that his hips were the plate and the noodle was his spine. Slippery, disturbing, but all so easy.

He groaned, clenching his toes as the scales ran down his legs, the two shades of green pressing at him, collapsing around his skin and ‘dressing’ him in a whole new color. He tried not to think about how it must have looked, how humiliating this was going to be, but there was no denying that the color was making him look anything but human at this point.

As it spread further and further, it went down his arms as well, surrounding his hands as his arms slimmed down. They were no longer thick, no longer feeling nearly as strong as they had been, and his fingers were narrowed down, left finer, fairer. Even with the claws growing out of the tips, he swore that they would never be the sort of hunter-clawing things that his wife had.

His tail continued to grow, even as the top part of his spine continued to crunch and crack as it collapsed in on itself. He gasped for breath every time that another disk seemed to meld with another, taking away another inch, perhaps two from his height. He was losing little by little, leaving him with less and less to show off with.

Soon, he was down to five-foot-six, and then five-foot-four. He lost more and more, writhing on the floor as he struggled to keep himself together, to keep track of everything that was going on with him.

As the scales reached around the top of his head, cutting off his hair and then sweeping down over his face, that got easier. Painfully easier. His eyes could take in the details all around him, the air tinted green with whatever had transformed him, and he could see the number of his scales, the number of changes that had occurred.

[i]Feeling eleven new teeth, each tooth half an inch to four centimeters longer than they used to be, tongue splitting into forked ends and growing fourteen inches longer for –[/i]

He whimpered, feeling the numbers running through his head like an obsessive-compulsive, desperately counting everything around them so that they had a better handle on it, so they could organize it and make it better.

The fact that this ability would have been a great help to him as a con man was not lost on him. He just wished that it had come to him back then, rather than now.

His breasts continued to grow, reaching the base of a D cup before slowing down. They were heavy enough to feel like jugs against his chest, and he groaned as he imagined what they would be like while he walked around. Even Josephine had complained about her breasts from time to time, saying that they were heavy and hard to deal with, and they were a fraction of the size that he carried now. It was humiliating, beyond humiliating, to imagine what he would have to do to make these work.

Even as he struggled to get back to his feet – [i]five foot tall even[/i] – Sam looked back at her. The blue kobold would have collapsed were it not for the bindings around her wrists, her cock throbbing, spitting –

“GAH!”

One string of which caught him in the face, soaking him across the cheek. He slapped his hand against it, only to catch a whiff of the musk that came off of it.

His cock twitched…and then pulled in.

[i]Oh god, oh god, oh god no![/i]

Up until that point, he had managed to make himself forget the point of this experiment, what they were going to be put through, but that was a horrible, horrible reminder. He rolled onto his side, looking down between his legs.

His cock looked like it was trying to curl up inside of him, the head pulling back and making it look like his cock was trying to press up against his crotch. He frantically grabbed for it, only to feel that it was only an illusion.

What was really happening was a slow suction at the very base of his shaft, a gradual tugging that was pulling his dick further and further inside of him with nothing that he could do about it. Even holding it as tight as he could, the inner part of the shaft seemed to get sucked in little by little, and then the outside would follow, leaving him with an inch or so less per slow squeeze from the inside.

And worse, he could look down and see his balls slowly getting smaller, smaller, and smaller still. They weren’t getting drained, but rather, flattened, pushed up against his crotch and sealing with the scales around them. The soft hairs that had adorned them slowly fell out, leaving them bald and wrinkled before they flattened further.

His cock was down to three inches, where it had once been nearly seven. He panted for breath, shaking his head in fear as he sweated from head to toe.

[i]No, no, no, this is impossible. This isn’t happening. This isn’t fucking happening.[/i]

They were supposed to get out of here tonight, fly out on a plane that a buddy had chartered for them on the promise that they get the potions out with them. They would have been meeting their buddies in NYC, giving over the goods so that they could get their millions. One night, and they would have been at the top of the world, enjoying their success over champagne and some of the first sex that they’d had in all too long.

And now, here he was, wriggling on the floor as his balls turned to nothing but pussy lips, and his cock started to fold back into a clit.

He had always been circumsized, but seeing his cock slowly gaining a hood over the head was almost sickly fascinating. He tried not to think about what it meant, pinching it as tightly as he could as if it might stop the slow sinking away of his shaft, but even that did nothing. All he got for his trouble was a hint of pleasure that quickly disappeared, leaving him with nothing but the feeling of a bit of skin between his digits.

Looking down, he could see his cock down to just the head, nothing but the little piss slit and the skin around it left, and even the slit was disappearing, leaving it smooth and flat and nothing but a pleasure button.

[i]No, it’s more. I’m a man. I’m a fucking man![/i]

His protests were interrupted by a sudden, sharp spark of pain that ran all the way from his head to his crotch, followed by a shock of pleasure that followed right behind it. He arched his back, falling flat on his spine as his tail jolted out between his legs, and his pussy – yes, a goddamn pussy – suddenly ripped itself open, appearing where nothing had been before and spraying the air with a thick deluge of juices. He screamed as he creamed himself, his juices running from his pussy all the way down to his asshole.

The pleasure spark hit him again, and again, each shock making him open up that little bit more, feeling as if someone was tunneling into him. He hugged his stomach, feeling an emptiness follow, something that he had never felt before. Even when he had been experimental in college, even after letting Josephine use a strap-on on him during their experimental dating years, he had never felt empty like this after an ass fuck, or after touching himself back there.

This was something different.

This was something far more severe.

He rolled onto his side, gasping for breath, shaking his head, feeling his inner walls clenching down on nothing as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Even as he lay there, feeling his hips, his rump, everything swelling up and making themselves more feminine, his attention was entirely on the emptiness and the feeling that it gave him. The need to…the need to fill himself up with something.

[i]Not a breeder, not a breeder,[/i] he thought, even as he looked up at his wife across the room. [i]Ten inch cock, three around, capable of growing bigger, balls fourteen inches across and eighteen down –[/i]

He growled under his breath, silencing the voice in his head, but even that didn’t sound right. It sounded like some sort of catty sound, something that you might have heard coming from a pussy-cat’s mouth rather than from a monster.

“Why…”

Oh god, his voice. His voice sounded like a woman’s voice. He couldn’t help but whimper, blushing as he realized that even that had been taken from him. That deep, confident voice. It was long gone, replaced by a voice that was almost ditzy sounding, something that felt like it should have been coming from some sort of valley girl, the sort of woman that wanted to get fucked by big guys.

He couldn’t even resist as Engy helped him to his feet, the yellow dragon pulling him along to stand beside Josephine again. The pair of them were released from their restraints, then allowed to lean against the kobolds as they were taken out of the room. The metal-armed dragon said something about testing a few things, and then they were gone.

#

When he was aware enough of his situation to be able to examine it, Sam almost wished that he had stayed in shock.

He was tied up again, but this time, he had his arms over his head and his legs pulled up so that he was standing on tiptoes. Shackles around his ankles and an attached leg-spreader kept him from closing them, so he could feel the juices running down from his pussy to his feet.

The sensation of not having a cock and balls still pricked at him, forcing him to keep looking down to see that it wasn’t there anymore. There was almost a feeling of phantom limbs, like he had it, but that it wasn’t there for him. That it should have been there, even though it wasn’t. He swore he could almost feel it, almost twitch it.

Hell, he swore that he was hard, that his cock was throbbing more than it had ever done in his life. The sensation was almost painfully arousing, and he growled, again, in that high pitched tone.

God, he hated it, and god, he wanted to have more.

He looked to his right, and he shivered as he saw what had been prepared for his wife. Her cock was pointed straight ahead, the head of it aimed right for the opening of a breeding hole. Not a living one, but one that looked like it was attached to a machine, almost like it was getting ready to milk her cock right down into some sort of container in the middle of it. His cheeks burned at the thought of a cock getting treated like that, and he looked down between his own legs.

There was a vibrating wand there, one that was buzzing away just inches from his new pussy. His cheeks were bright red as he imagined what that might do. He hadn’t been able to touch his new sex, and he didn’t know if he wanted a machine to be the first one to do it for him.

But did he really have a choice?

Engy stood on either side of the two machines, and the yellow dragon’s cock was up and hard as his eyes flicked between one kobold and the other. Sam shivered as he thought about what might happen to him if that cock turned on him. The fact that his pussy was still drooling, the fact that he felt like he did when he had the hardest boner in the world while not having a cock at all, didn’t bode well for him.

“Looks like we’re about ready to get started,” the yellow dragon said. “You two are going to have a pretty fun time in here. And that’s good. It’ll mean it’ll be easier for you to forget about those old lives of crimes you were living and be more ready to accept the responsibilities of being breeders.”

“You…son of a…”

He panted, shaking his head, not daring to finish the sentence. Not when he was sure there were more potions in Engy’s hands that would take the transformation from temporary to permanent.

This was still temporary, right? God, please, let it still be temporary.

He slumped into his restraints, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to calm down, even as the vibrations seemed to rise that little bit higher, almost brushing against him now. They were right on the verge of buzzing his pussy, and to his side, Josephine was right on the verge of having her cock slam right into that fleshlight.

“Why does she get the fun stuff?” he panted.

“What?” She whipped her head around, glaring at him. “Do you think I want to use this thing? It’s a cock. I don’t have a cock. I’m supposed to have a pussy. Why can’t I have what you’re getting?”

“At least you’re fucking something instead of getting fucked!”

“At least you get to have something on the outside instead of shoving into something else!”

“At least you –”

“Wow, you two should have gone to counseling before coming here. So many unresolved issues,” Engy said, the yellow dragon chuckling. “Anyway, I’m not here to solve your problems. I’m here to punish you…and maybe enjoy the show a little bit.”

And with that, the machines were activated.

The sudden shove of the wand, the sudden vibrations between his legs, were stronger than anything that the poor kobold had ever felt before. He gasped for breath, his toes going wide, his toes – four now, he realized, four, rather than five – curling tight against his feet. He was lifting right up as he arched his back, the wand pushing up firmly enough to take him off the floor.

[i]Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…[/i]

He swore in his head as he couldn’t find the words to swear aloud. His pussy was so much more…wet…So slimy, so strange compared to his cock. It wasn’t as sensitive, but it was fucking insane how many pleasurable spots there were in the wet pussy lips down there.

And when the wand shifted direction, when it pressed just slightly up –

“Nnnngh! GAH!”

He yelped at the top of his lungs, his eyes going wider, his pussy squeezing down on nothing and almost wishing for something to be inside him right then and there.

[i]Not…not gay…I don’t…I don’t want cock…[/i]

Yet, at the same time, her body sure as hell wanted something. It wanted to be filled, bred, fucked, used, and there was very little that he could –

Wait. He had thought…

No, not she. He. He needed to be a he. It had to be the potion, had to be the fucking potion messing with [i]his[/i] fucking head. He was a he. A male. Not a she, not something that was looking to be bred.

The thought of breeding, though…

He shivered, his fingers curling tighter overhead, his tail rising up higher as he felt the need to be fucked, to fill the emptiness inside of him that the potion had created with something hot and fleshy and creamy…it was so strong, so intense…

The wand kept shifting around down there, pressing buttons that he hadn’t even known that a female had. The clit was obvious – even if it was a hundred times more intense than he had ever imagined it would be – but there were other spots, too. Little places between the lips, a little way inside, and he was squirming, gasping, panting.

All the juices running out of him caused one hell of a mess, too, particularly when it hit the vibrating head of the wand. It turned it all into little needles, needles that splattered all over the place, making it impossible for him to think, impossible to get away from the smell.

His first orgasm was rapidly ratcheting up, getting closer and closer as he imagined a shaft inside of him, unable to stop himself from thinking about getting fucked, of getting filled and used properly like a female was supposed to be.

Even if he wasn’t female.

The urges in his womb – and there was a womb, he realized, something that had come from the transformation – had to be some sort of biological heat, something that the dragon had put in him as a punishment. Well, he could resist that…

He hoped.

The pleasure, though, was nigh impossible for him to get around. He squirmed, shifting his legs from side to side, gasping, biting his lips as the need kept rising as the tickling, buzzing, vibrating touch of the wand kept rubbing up and down between his legs, tormenting him, getting him closer and closer to that edge. He could feel it, could feel everything inside of him clenching down, begging for more.

And even when it pushed him over the edge…

“Nnngh! GAH! AHHHHH!”

He screamed at the top of his lungs, cumming and squirting as he did, the deluge of pussy juice running down to a puddle on the floor and soaking it further than it already was. He tried to think clearly, tried to pull his head out of his pussy, but it was nearly impossible.

And even with that orgasm, the need was stronger than ever. The need to be filled. The need to be…to be…

[i]No, I won’t be bred![/i] Sam kept thinking.

“Oh fuck! FUCK! TURN IT OFF!”

Josephine – deep-voiced Josephine – was screaming in his ear at his side. He turned, scared for her –

And stared at the throbbing shaft that was buried to the balls in the milking machine. He could see the streaks of cum that were covering her cock, the strings of it that the bobbing, sliding fleshlight was spreading up and down her rod, and realized that she was finally getting to experience male post-orgasm sensitivity. She was getting a firsthand experience with how sensitive a cock could become just after blowing one’s load.

In a way, he felt sorry for her. In another, he felt…

Almost envious, in a way. Envious that she was finding out something new while he was only just getting a picture of what the female body was like.

And relief, in a way, that he wasn’t attached to a machine that could fuck with him like that thing was. He wasn’t getting his cock sucked by a merciless machine that was after nothing less than the total subjugation of his body and his needs.

Well, at least, subjugation in a way that his own machine wasn’t quite forcing on him yet. He could feel another orgasm rolling up, but it hadn’t completely taken control of him the way that the milker had to Josephine. His body wasn’t as weak to it as the male counterpart was, and he wasn’t screaming in pleasurable pain as he was milked to within an inch of his life.

At least, he wasn’t until the milking tubes came down for his breasts. Then he started screaming much more.

#

The pleasure came to an end hours later, the two of them having been pushed through more orgasms than either of them had experienced in the last month. Sam panted hard, barely able to hold himself conscious, while Josephine whimpered and tried to pull her legs together to protect balls that should have been completely emptied, flat and sagging.

But they weren’t.

Both of them were soaked with sweat, shiny with it, and they stank of the musk of the opposite sex, but neither of them, he could tell, felt entirely drained.

[i]I should be dead by now,[/i] he thought, sagging in the restraints and barely able to breathe, but still able to keep going. Even as the wand pulled away from his sex, even as the tubes pulled away from his nipples – nipples that were even larger than when they went in – he felt the hunger for more.

Josephine couldn’t have been that much different as the suction tube came away from her cock, her shaft looking fatter than before.

[i]Four inches around.[/i]

The kobold sense for details was annoying, but it was accurate. He could [i]feel[/i] that there were differences, even though he had been completely unable to measure that sort of thing before.

Looking at the machine that had been tormenting his wife, he could see that there was more cum in there than a human could have pumped out.

[i]Six liters.[/i]

Six liters, then. Six liters of cum that had been milked out of her. Nobody in the world came that much, except for her, apparently.

And as for him…

He swore that he hadn’t been lactating at the start of this, but his breasts felt like they were going to be moving into overdrive now. He refused to look at the cannister that had been pulled down from the machine attached to his breasts, refused to hear the information that his new eyes would give him.

[i]I’m not female…[/i]

Even though the urges made him want to be.

Pulling the same futile thigh-clenching movement that his wife had done, he hung limp in the restraints, trying only to put his mind on something other than sex and breeding. Considering what his mood had been pushed to, that was nearly impossible, but he still tried.

He was still trying to think of anything but the clenching hole between his legs when Engy returned, looking down at the machines before looking at them.

“I think it’s time that we started on the hypnosis.”

“What do you mean…” Sam panted. “What do you mean, hypnosis?”

“Well, you’re still fighting being breeders, aren’t you?”

“Nnngh…I thought this was a punishment…not a repurposing…”

“Well, a bit of both. The master needs some more people in the tower serving him, and you guys need something to do something to earn your keep. It’s a win-win, really, when you get right down to it.”

The two kobolds groaned, looking at each other. What the hell had they gotten themselves into?

And would they want to be their old selves when they got out?

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]