Hitting Jock Bottom pt 2 (Patreon)

The first cycle was uncomfortable more in a weird way than a painful way. I could feel my bowels being filled up from both ends, though more from the ass than the front. Perhaps because I’ve never had an enema before. As I felt myself being stretched I could feel vibrations. First I thought it was muscle contractions or imagination, but as it increased in amplitude I quickly became convinced I was somehow being massaged. I don’t know for how long I was kept in that state, but I would guess half an hour perhaps, before the vibrations abruptly stopped and the liquid was beginning to drain. It then went through some cycles of slow draining followed by slow filling, but leaving me with less and less liquid after each cycle. During the draining I could feel my abdominal muscles squeezing out the liquid. I guess there was some sort of muscle stimulation electrodes in the clothes. It took at least 10 minutes per cycle, but I lost count on the number of cycles.

I certainly noticed what happened next though. I must have been pretty close to empty when the devils piss shot up in me. It was like boiling chili sauce with ice slushy of Bengay snaking its way up my innards. Unable to thrash I writhed in my locked down position and tried to scream, known full well that neither would matter. The liquid came in fast and felt like a well oiled rubber hose of death mapping the labyrinth of my guts in a speed run. In seconds I was cramping, and I don’t think it was anything the suit was doing to me.

I don’t think I passed out, though I wished for it, but I can’t recall any specifics either, how long it lasted, or really what happened next. Just that at some point there wasn’t any pain and I was having liquid slowly pumped in and out of me whilst being soothingly massaged.

Had I fallen asleep? The man was back in the room. What was his name again? I must have zooned out a bit at least. Everything felt like a haze, but in a good way.

“I trust you must be feeling much better already. The cleansing protocol is complete and your gut bacteria is now replaced with something more suitable for this transformation. It should keep you pretty docile for the next week.”

Transformation? Oh, yeah, the muscle thing I don’t want. Oooh, whatever was massaging my ass really did know how to do it right.

Whatshisname inserted three vials with liquid into the machines next to me and pushed a few buttons.

“Based on your selections, your current DNA and physical profile we’ve designed and synthesized a transformation protocol for you. I’ll just started the first injection now, which is responsible for the major rewrite. It will take a few hours to really start working, so we’ll just keep you in the current program with light sedative and some elevated hormone levels. I’ll increase the stimulation in a bit and get you something relaxing to fall asleep to.”

I was clearly woozy and not thinking straight, but everything was just soo nice right now. I had the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right, like I’ve left the stove on. Some horrible realization that would dawn on me when I come down from this high. But now I just kept losing focus somehow.

“Before I do that I would like to put you at ease with you living situation. There isn’t any identity change included in your package, so you’ll return to your apartment with most things still there. Everything we remove will be put in a storage, so you can take anything back if you want to. All bills are being cared for while you are away and our home styling team has already made a plan for how to make you at home as quickly as possible once you get back. First of all none of the clothes are going to fit, so we’ll provide a complete wardrobe change. Based on your preferences it will mainly be apparel from Adidas, Puma, Reebok, Tapout and Affliction. All second hand where we can, to make it feel lived in and authentically worn. We’ll avoid to wash them as well, to create a bit of an scent environment. In fact, everything you are wearing for the final few weeks we’ll send with you.”

I didn’t really pay much attention, but it sounded like he was helping me out a lot. I guess there wasn’t anything to worry about.

“Your home office will be replaced with a home gym. The kitchen will be stocked with protein powder, supplements, frozen chicken and broccoli. Otherwise it will mainly look the same, with some decoration updates. Some change in artwork, some addition of sports equipment, a small selection of butt plugs, dildos and lube. Nothing major. It’s all finished with some patination work to make it all feel authentic. Perhaps a used condom under the couch pillows, rubbing lube into the carpet, running a humidifier with sweat in the workout room, or whatever it may be.”

Damn how nice this stimulation thing felt. I was tuning out what the old dude were saying. When he finally finished he took a pair of headphones and put on my head and pressed a few buttons on a screen. The vibrations in the ass stopped, and I was sad for a few seconds. Then I could feel something beginning to thrust slowly in and out of my ass. Every stroke sent a shiver as it hit precisely the right spot. At the same time I could hear someone moan words in my ear. “Yes. I love it. Breed me. Again. Fuck me. I’m your bitch. Deeper. Fill me.” I was drifting away in bliss and started fantasizing that I was the one saying those words.

Continued in Hitting Jock Bottom pt 3.