Superhero Volunteer (Patreon)

Sam was a broke-as-hell college student. Typical, but nonetheless, he wanted to break the mold of the poor student barely able to afford to live. He tried blood and plasma donations, art commissions, hell, even some begging. It helped somewhat, but it was no better than simply getting a job. His search continued and he found experiments looking for trial subjects. Most of them paid very little, some a bit more, but one in particular caught his eye. It was one that paid $10,000 for a 1 hour process. It read something along the lines of… a machine that can give people superhuman ability? It sounded like complete nonsense, but it came from a very legitimate and well respected company. Sam skimmed through the terms and conditions and signed up, confused as to why no one had done this earlier. Only 1 hour for $10,000? That’s some ridiculous money right there. The experiment was in a few days, the only thing they had him to do prepare was not masturbate or have sex for week (the latter not being difficult for him) and not eat 24 hours beforehand. Not masturbating was a bit weird, and quite honestly would be a challenge for him. But for 10k, easy.


Eventually, Sam broke. He banged one out no later than 48 hours before the appointment. He assumed that it couldn’t be a big deal. Not eating made sense for the accuracy of results, but not cumming? That’s a bit of a stretch to be honest.


He made his way to the appointment, he had to drive to a research center that was a bit out of the way. His stomach churned on the drive there, what in the world could be happening where you’d get superpowers AND be given 10 racks? Sam walked in the door to see the very professional looking but a bit cartoonish girls working the desks. Their hair brightly colored and strangely styled, he found it rather attractive, but he paid it no more attention than that as he signed in. When they asked if he hadn’t eaten in the last 24 hours, he answered truthfully. When they asked if he hadn’t masturbated to climax in a week, he had not answered truthfully.


A large machine was presented to him when he walked into the room that he was guided to. He met with a wise looking older woman, a few grey hairs here and there.


“Welcome! I’m happy to see you show up for this! Most people don’t show up because they can’t contain their horniness. It’s pretty serious that they do not masturbate beforehand, so I’m glad that they don’t show up really. Anyways! That’s a little bit of a strange note to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Stratia. Nice to meet you.” she says to him.


“Uhm, if you don’t mind asking. Why does it matter so much if someone masturbates beforehand?”

“Basically, it messes with hormones a bit which can create some side effects in the experiment. Not good for us.”


“Ah alright, got it.”


“Any more questions before your procedure?”


“What’s this talk about superhuman abilities?”


“Well well well, it pretty much goes something along the lines of messing with a few basic codes in your body. And boom! You have some sort of ‘super power’, it depends on the person. But it's worked well so far.”


Dr. Stratia opened up the machine and beckoned him to get in. Sam was rather anxious when he saw the intimidating inner workings of the machine along with his breach of procedure, but it would be worth it. He didn’t really care about the results of the experiment, so he didn’t have to worry about jacking off beforehand. He took a step into the machine, then another. He took a seat in the metallic seat as Dr. Stratia closed the door to the contraption. A soft whirring began as his arms and legs were locked in place by 4 different restraints. He jumped a little, and adrenaline jolted through his system. Sam struggled a bit, but his resistance ended as the cuffs around his limbs started vibrating slightly. It was incredibly relaxing, Sam just sat back and tried his best to enjoy it. He’d end up with superpowers after all, and 10k off his debt.


The vibrating grew stronger, Sam’s limbs felt like jello as the shaking grew in intensity. He couldn’t feel the muscle fading from his body while he shrunk down. Most of all of his body hair shook off with the greater vibration as a cuff grasped his waist with the same vibration. While the shaking consumed his core, his shoulders became soft and thin to match his slimming waist. His hips are only slightly larger, leaving him with an odd slim body. A screen came down in front of him, displaying some weird sort of static that filled the room. Sam’s chin cracked in and his face grew more circular. His eyes became slightly larger and turned a beautiful dark blue to accompany the rest of his cute face. The restraints released him, able to reach his dainty hands back to feel his curly sky blue hair cascading down his entire body down to his feet.


He looked outside the machine to see Dr. Stratia panicking, his own panic growing by the moment. His body felt so light and smooth, naturally posing femininely as he stood. As he tried to find a way to escape the machine through the static in his ears, he felt a poke in his arm as he was injected with something. The place of entry grew a little sore, then warmth spread from it, radiating through his body. The heat made him feel weak, unable to resist as his member stood high, almost painful from how aroused he’s become. Suddenly, the heat bursts from his crotch, cum spraying all over the inside of the machine. Ropes and ropes of white sticky fluid escape as he falls back in his chair convulsing from the orgasmic pleasure. Dr. Stratia does whatever she can to turn off the machine. Flicking switches, hitting emergency buttons. Nothing works as Sam’s penis is squished inside of him, leaving two puffy pussy lips in its wake, dripping and in heat. His hips crack out wider than before, to support his bubbling and expanding thighs and ass. His calves remained thin as his now fleshy butt began to squish and spread across the metal chair. His thighs were able to touch each other, but just barely as they flattened out from sitting. It felt like someone was railing his dripping pussy as the static from the screen grew louder. Sam attempted to push back the soft flesh that was forming under his nipples, but it only caused him to climax, vaginal fluids spraying over his legs while his breasts reached a respectable C cup. Sam loved the feeling of his pussy being destroyed by the invisible force. The words that came out of his mouth weren’t even thought about for a second as he moaned, “MHMMMmmmmm, PLEASE, FUCK ME MORE!”


Sam got what he wanted, the invisible erection slammed into his pussy harder and faster than before making gushing and schlicking noises echoing through the machine. Through his immense pleasure, he was able to notice that his pussy lips were larger and even puffier than before, which explained the otherworldly bliss he was experiencing. They would give him a clear cameltoe through even the thickest fabric. “AAAAAHHHHHHNNNNNN, FUCK MY BRAINS OUT, I LOVE IT.” he screamed while his butt and thighs expanded even further to handle a rougher fucking. His hips cracked out to greater than womanly proportions while his ass grew to put pornstars to shame. Needless to say, his thighs were also able to smother someone in smooth squishy flesh. His ass rippled and his breasts bounced with each thrust in and out of his throbbing vagina. Pleasure flooded his brain as he begged, “ANNNNGGGHHHHH, OOOOOHHHHH, MHMMMMNNNN, PLEASE, I NEED IT.” his womanhood continued to release a typhoon of clear sweet girlcum. His entire body felt like jelly in the chair, like he had no control over what was happening, he was just a mass of soft flesh that could only feel greater and greater pleasure. The rough fucking only got rougher. The invisible force began biting and sucking on his nipples, fat rushed into his breasts making them bounce more with each slam into his thick ass. With each pinch of his now dinner plate sized nipples, the torrent of sticky fluids continues to cascade out of his body.


The feeling of ‘climax’ was no longer one that could be achieved, it was a state of being for Sam. All he could feel is his fat pussy lips being spread apart and squirting while his massive G cup breasts bounced and slapped his chest. The phantom fucking went on another 45 minutes for the fully hour, his mind corroded by the static and overwhelming bliss. Leaving Sam as a dumb huge breasted bubbly girl. He did now have superpowers, superpowers Hadou Nejire, but his exaggerated airhead personality is unable to concentrate the lifeforce to use it. The lab compensated him by giving him an assortment of clothes to fit his gigantic proportions. However, not one kind of fabric could prevent him from getting horny from the feeling of anything it all rubbing against his hyper sensitive breasts and pussy lips. He was $10,000 richer, but the airhead he became could only focus on finding people to help her cum.