Hi, it’s that sci-fi anon again! Since someone asked, I decided I might as well write more lol: Part 1, Part 2
It was supposed to have been a student excursion, a nice escape from the constant barrage of news about the instability between the planetary system territories. This part of the system was supposed to have been safe and far away enough from all of it, but, all too soon, the government-funded ship was taken into the custody of some unknown pirates, and the students taken prisoner.
Eric had heard about what happened to pirate prisoners and he shivered, glancing worriedly at the small group of boys around him as they were marched along the dark hallways of the pirate ship, their arms bound behind their backs. The aliens were a greenish-yellow, tall and almost insect-like, with wings folding behind their backs and multifaceted eyes that glittered in the sparse lighting. The student instructors were nowhere in sight and Eric didn’t want to think about what had been done with them. As they wound deeper into the bowels of the ship, which was almost hive-like in its construction, his hope at escaping began to dwindle.
Pirate prisoners were often sold as slaves, or worse, used as breeders. At least, that’s what the rumors said. Breeders were rarely found or rescued – and they often didn’t want to be. Eric risked a quick glance up at his captors and felt tears prickling at his eyes as the alien shoved his head down, pushing him forward roughly.
They were filed into a small lobby and stripped of their uniforms and underclothing and then into a huge, wide bay, filled with what looked like numerous, glass, tube-shaped cases. Eric ripped his eyes away from the far end’s cases, which seemed to contain numerous specimens of beings from all over the galaxy, hooked up to strange machines.
“What are they going to do to us?” Eric’s friend, Nat, whispered nervously to their other friend, Lucian. Nat was immediately grabbed by an alien and shoved into one of the closest cases and the boys began struggling and yelling as they were each dragged away roughly and pushed into cases of their own.
Eric could barely fight back against the raw strength of the tall alien, which seemed to be clicking and hissing disapprovingly at him. And he soon found himself straddling what seemed to be a sleek metal stool with a hollow in the middle, almost like a toilet, his back against the wall of the case, which was promptly locked.
Mechanical arms snaked down and bound Eric’s wrists to restraints bolted into the walls, and his ankles were restrained to the floor. They were padded, to prevent injury, but he strained at them so hard that his skin went red anyway. A third restraint slid over his ribs, just above his stomach, holding him fast to the wall. A fourth, also padded, snaked around his neck to hold him back against the wall as well, giving him just enough room to breathe, but not enough to move his head forward.
A mechanical whirring noise started up and a clear tube made its way up to him from a panel in the flooring. It had a soft, rubbery nozzle at the end and it quickly shoved into Eric’s mouth before he could clench his teeth in protest. As he watched, a milky-looking substance ran up the tube and then spilled onto his tongue. It was sweet and sticky and he coughed on it through his nose before reluctantly swallowing it down.
This went on for what must have been ten minutes, and he felt uncomfortably sated and sweaty from the continued feeding. In fact, he began feeling quite overheated as he swallowed and swallowed, before he finally passed out, breathing hard.
Eric wasn’t sure when he woke, but sharp pinpricks startled him awake and he yelped hoarsely around the now-empty tube in his mouth. Two thin needles, extending from snaking arms, were stabbing into his nipples and injecting – well he wasn’t really sure what. But he still felt uncomfortably heated and sweaty and the needles stung and he sighed with relief when they pulled out and sunk back into the floor.
His buttocks felt the sweatiest, and strangely sticky. He felt more of the fluid dripping down between his thighs and, oh – his cock was very erect and red. A spurt of the fluid gushed out of his ass and he inadvertently ground his hips against the air, humping at nothing.
Eric still wasn’t sure what was going on, but he didn’t feel as anxious about it as he had before. A weird, thrumming excitement was running through his veins. His nipples were still hurting and sensitive and he could see that they were starting to look erect and puffy as well.
Eric found himself wishing that he had a hand free so that he could wrap it around his dick and jerk it off, just to have some relief. He felt like he was going crazy.
He kept humping at the air as more and more fluid leaked from his ass, dripping down his legs. He needed something, anything.
The stool beneath him began to move, splitting into two distinct halves and spreading his legs further. He almost whined needily when he felt something nudge up against his wet entrance and he immediately felt a flash of embarrassment at his strange behavior. What was he doing? He was, however, distracted from that thought as another tube slithered up from the floor panels and hovered over his erection.
It was the same size as the one in his mouth, but this one had an open rubber end, drooling with some strange substance, and it quickly and snugly fit around his penis as he gasped, almost jolting forward to curl in on himself – and would have had he not been restrained. Every touch against Eric’s skin was almost painfully sensitive.
The tube around his penis began suctioning and he moaned lowly. It felt so, so good. And he wanted more of it. He twisted in his seat and just took it, the rubber mouth pumping along his length. It didn’t take long before he was cumming, his semen being sucked away down the tube. Hazily, he realized he was still hard, and still wanted more.
“Nnngh.” He moaned, and then gasped as he felt something breach his ass. It was thick and very rubbery, and he was surprised that it didn’t hurt much. It was almost like his body was ready for it. Prepared.
Eric moaned again at that thought as the machine slowly filled him, finally bottoming out and pressing its entire length into him. He couldn’t look down very well, but he could see a slight bulge in his abdomen where it rested inside of him. Eric shivered at how amazing it felt – pressing against the spaces in him that he hadn’t known had needed to be filled. The suction on his cock started up once more.
In and out, slowly. In and out. And Eric began losing himself to the machine’s languid thrusting, desperately wanting it faster, but also enjoying the lazy sensations. It didn’t take long to speed up, though, and Eric began keening as it drove into him, slapping into his ass with squelching noises. Driving sharp, huffing sounds from him. “Unf, unf, uung.”
He came again and the suction sucked away his spend, the machine still fucking him through it steadily.
Then it was pistoning in, shaking him with every thrust and sliding against his prostate, and he let out a high keen as it went faster and faster, then buried itself deeply into him, gushing fluid. So much of it. Eric climaxed again, hard, the suction slurping around his dick.
His belly was distending with every pump of fluid. He groaned and his eyes rolled back at the overstimulation.
Something trickled down into his feeding tube again and he sucked at it placidly before drifting out of consciousness once more.
When he woke once more, he was being fucked again, but with something slightly larger, it seemed. He could see its wide head rubbing into his once-again flat stomach, beneath his skin. His penis was still attached to the tube, but at rest. However, once he woke, the thrusting became harder and the suction began again. Eric whimpered and writhed against them.
He noticed his pecs had swollen out, overnight, possibly? His nipples still very large and puffy. Two thin tubes snaked up from the floor and attached their mouths to the pink nubs, suctioning in the same way the one on his dick was. And he was shocked when milk began flowing out, a steady stream of it, the suckling sensations going directly to his groin. He drooled around his feeding tube as a different, slightly bitter tasting liquid spilled into his mouth. Eric moaned helplessly and shook against his restraints, simply forced to sit and take the overwhelming violation as he came.
And came again, and again and again.
This went on for a long time, possibly days… The machine would pump his belly full of cum, clean him and spray him down and dry him of sweat and fluids, alternating between the bitter liquid and the sweet liquid, which often sent him to sleep.
Eric would wake with a flat belly and the machine would then fuck him full again until it was distended and heavy. His chest was growing, too, forming into what were pretty much breasts. He didn’t know how to feel about that, but the frequent milking felt amazing. He couldn’t easily look at the cases next to him, but he could see across the bay where there were other boys from his class in cases, also in various stages of being fucked and pumped full. He did see Lucian, but he had no idea where Nat was.
And, anyway, Eric was too busy being fucked, himself, to really think about it. It was a constant cycle of being fucked and being fed and sleeping.
After just a few days, if that was what it had been, Eric was no longer being pumped full, but he was still being fucked constantly. There was a small bump in his belly that began growing gradually as the days went on – and he soon realized he was pregnant.
At the end of what must have been a week, he’d expanded to a huge degree, his stomach nearly reaching the glass wall of his tube-like compartment.
And he was still fucked mercilessly and was always kept plugged up. The large, cock-like dildo moving in and out of his ass, rocking him, even as he slept. His voluminous breasts being milked, producing more and more. He practically felt like a cow. Eric couldn’t see over his stomach and breasts anymore, but he could feel his cock being sucked at, still, and he shuddered and shook and came, still whimpering around the tube in his mouth at how good and right it all felt. Like he had been created simply for the purpose of being bred. He must have climaxed hundreds, maybe thousands of times since this all began.
Then, one day, Eric woke to sharp, cramping pains in his stomach. Contractions. He gasped, his limbs growing taut in their restraints. There was no dildo in his ass and he didn’t like it. It felt so empty. He could feel his lower opening twitching, wanting something to be wrapped around. With a heightening panic, he felt the sharp pains again and his stomach, now massive, squirmed against the glass of his case. It was time for him to birth whatever it was inside of him. And he could feel objects sliding lower in his belly, along with an overwhelming need to push.
Birthing fluids gushed from his ass and he cried out, breathing hard, as he felt something sliding down his canal. He looked across the bay and the other boys were shaking and writhing in their own tubes, each with a heavily pregnant belly of their own, some already in the process of giving birth.
Eric groaned again, and then felt the suction on his cock start up, startling him. He felt something crowning and a round, jelly-like object slipped out of him, a baseball-sized egg, brushing against his prostate, and he came. The egg slid down into a tube that had opened in the stool beneath him. Another egg came down his canal and his hips shook with arousal. He had expected it to be more painful, but he mostly just felt turned on. He breathed, milk being suckled from his breasts, and pushed again, the egg plopping out and into the tube below.
And then he came once again, panting and moaning. It went on like this for a while, this process of birthing and climaxing. His belly began to shrink and he was pretty sure he’d pushed out about thirty eggs already.
He pushed again and two fell out at once, causing him to immediately climax, milk gushing from his breasts.
By the end, Eric was exhausted as he felt what was probably the last egg leaving him, his stomach no longer heavy and gravid with his offspring. It was still the smallest bit swollen, but almost nearly identical to his original size. The feeding tubes offered him more of the sweet, sweet liquid and he soon felt drowsy, drifting off into a deep sleep.
And when he woke again, he was being fucked full once more, seed gushing into his waiting hole and expanding him and he moaned and cried, tears (Of sorrow, of joy? He wasn’t sure anymore.) rolling down his cheeks, as he realized he would be doing it all over again. And, in another week, would be giving birth again. And again. And again.