You are being prepared for something. They haven't let you eat anything for several days, and they've been giving you thorough cleanouts with large enemas, and doses of something that gave you a massive case of the runs.
Finally, they say that you are ready. They tie you down and wheel you into an operating room. They knock you out, explaining that unfortunately, your being awake would make the operation too difficult. And they won't let you regain consciousness until you are healed.
When you awaken, something feels funny in your throat. You can't figure out what they've done to you. But while your mouth and tongue seem to work ok, and you can make noises, you can't seem to talk. And your face and nose feel strange.
At your new home, your master fastens you into a harness and puts you onto something like a Nordic-trac exerciser. You'll have to exercise at the rate it determines. Or else! He demonstrates by pressing a button that sends waves of pain thru your balls.
Then he slides a basin with a drain in front of your face. Finally, he sticks a large enema nozzle in your ass and inflates the balloons to hold it in place.
As it starts to fill you, you feel a strange sensation. And he explains what has been done. Some of your nerves have been "reprogrammed". Your digestive tract now runs backwards. Anything sufficiently fluid that goes in the ass, will eventually come out the mouth. And your throat has been changed too. Your lungs connect directly to your nose, which has been widened so you'll get enough air and not worry about it stopping up. Your stomach still connects to your mouth.
He smiles as he explains that it is best to keep a steady input flow, so as to avoid blockages. And the the exerciser is to both keep things loose and keep you from gaining weight.
You start to cramp a bit from the flow. His grin gets larger as he explains that the cramping won't be as bad when you've filled up.
You are going to be on this machine, exercising, until he decides what to do next.
You just stare at him as it sinks in. Your arms and legs are pumping away, to keep from getting your balls zapped. You want to cry. But he's watching, so you don't.
You feel a need to pee, and decide that it'll serve him right if you pee all over the machine. It seems a bit harder to pee. Then to you feel (and taste) your mouth filling with piss! You start crying as you spit the piss into the basin.
He pats you and comforts you. "There, there, it's not that bad." He then slides a sleeve over your cock. It starts sucking on you. And something is making your balls tingle.
You lose track of time, The machine lets you rest occasionally, but it seems like you've spent your whole life on it. And you still shudder every time you have to empty your stomach into the basin.
The only bright spot is the wonderful feeling in your cock and balls. Every so often it increases and you come. It seems like you are coming longer and harder than ever before, but you can't tell.
Your owner checks on you, speaks soothingly and pats you on the shoulder. Other slaves bathe you during rest periods. But you are always in the harness, even if you aren't exercising.
Finally, your master wheels in a mirror. You are shocked at what you see. Your muscles are hard and tight. But you look 10 months pregnant! And then you look lower. You knew they'd taken off the cock sleeve every time you'd been bathed. You hadn't realized that they'd changed it. Or that your cock and balls had been growing. Your cock was as thick as your arm, and must have been 18 inches long! And your balls, if the harness hadn't been supporting them, they'd have ripped free from their own weight. They were the size of cantaloupes!
Then your master explained. Your "food" had special drugs and hormones in it. That was why your cock and balls were so huge. The exercise was required, because otherwise you'd not be able to withstand the orgasms. And a cock that large couldn't go soft, there wasn't enough room in the rest of the body for the extra blood.
You were now in the final stage. Your cock and balls wouldn't get any bigger, but once he restarted the equipment, you'd come in continuous pulses for the rest of your life. You looked to be good for at least a couple of gallons an hour for the next few years.
He's about to start the equipment again, but stops at the questioning look in your eyes. He knows what you are asking. And answers. You'll be "milked" for 2-5 years. At the end of that time, you'll be served for dinner. Possibly a piece at a time, if you merit the honor.
Then he starts the machine and all thought disappears as your years long orgasm begins...
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