As Dave finally returned to consciousness, he noticed a few key facts about his situation. First, wherever he was now, it was certainly not his bedroom. As the raccoon tried to focus his emerald green eyes, he realized that the room he was in was miniscule; it was a soft shade of steel, almost the same exact shade of his own fur, with a few decorative stripes of peppery dark gray, just like the accents on his bushy tail. However, the opposite end of the room was barely two feet away from his face, and form craning his neck up and down he could only see some soft lighting in the miniscule scrap of material that was a ceiling. Dave would have reached out to try and feel his new surroundings, but he had found his arms, legs, and his massive tail all affixed to the wall behind him, sinking into its surface. With a groan, he tried to pull his arms out, only to find that the wall had a gooey consistency within its depths. It was as thick as molasses and, despite all of his struggling to wrench himself free, the wall had no intention of relenting. “Damn it, just let me go already!” The raccoon moaned as he continued to struggle, straining his entire torso trying to force enough momentum to hopefully extract himself to freedom. Upon his fourth thrust forward, he achieved more than enough movement, but not in the way that he was hoping. As his ass struck the wall behind him he felt both of his cheeks sinking in quite heavily, until the viscous glop started gripping him right around to his hips. Driven angry beyond reproach, the raccoon was ready to scream his head off in rage. That is, right before an extremely rigid staff slipped between the wall’s new acquisition, spreading those cheeks of Dave’s wide and thrusting right into his defenseless tailhole. Even with a last-second attempt to clench, Dave was helpless to defend against the new invader. “No!! No, no, no!! Let me out of here already!!” Sadly for Dave, there was no reply to his pleas for help. The probe was quickly working its way deep into the raccoon, spreading his walls a bit more than he had ever experience prior. He could swear that whatever was entering him was conical, widening with every passing inch before tapering off suddenly, as if they were some absurdly large alien construct of anal beads. As his pert ring clasped shut around each profoundly long bead, at least three or four inches apiece, Dave quickly felt another sensation. It was as if the next cone-like structure was lingering for a moment, causing suction along the entire surface of Dave’s entryway. The raccoon couldn’t help but moan wildly at the sensation, wondering all the while what the hell kind of technology this was. With his head starting to cloud with bliss and the underlying desire to flee, he barely noticed that his own sheath stirred like mad. His furry covering let his shaft slip on out with relative ease, his tip already flared out as wide as his arm in excitement and oozing precum to boot. The liquid slithered down along his corona until it rolled along the underside of the rest his midnight-black cock, slowly dripping onto his balls. By the time the erection reached its usual length it was already brushing up against the opposite wall, right before the tip started to thrust into it by its own accord. Right as the throbbing head sank into the room’s depths, just as Dave’s mind snapped back to how bad of a concept that really was, the probe within him thrust forward with all of the intensity of a beast in heat. Another two entire beads popped into Dave’s rump, at least a foot and a half worth of pure, penetrating toy, and the force caused him to thrust his hips forward with a shock. By the time he tried to pull back, it was already too late; not only had the first few inches of his erection been trapped within the sticky wall in front of him, but he could have sworn that his shaft itself looked even thicker than before. Considering it was nearing the size of his curvaceous thighs, throbbing and pulsing wildly, all he could do was gulp. “I-if you just wanted to bloat me up, you could have asked! L-let me out of here! I-I-I’ll cum all you want, just stop it!!” For a moment, he thought that whomever was behind the scenes had pity on him, feeling the toy in his nethers start to snake its way slowly out of him. Each brush past his prostate, thought, sent his cock spasming into the opposite wall, causing the gelatinous fluid within it to heat up and clasp around more of his growing member each second. By the time the final bead lingered its way out of Dave and stalled right outside of his hole, he realized that his shaft was still growing, his own natural size be damned. Half of his mind stopped caring, though; it was as if the rest of his trapped pike was being draped in the juiciest depths he had ever plunged into, with a grip that was not only powerful but danced around his spear. It gripped randomly but with an immense amount of force, stroking along his medial ring while tugging richly upon the rest of his meat with such precision it was as if an entire orgy was focused solely on milking him to the fullest. As the last bead lingered at Dave’s opening, though, it started sucking with renewed force. Each and every time the nodules paused to grip along his rim it ended up widening it all the more, puffing it out, until no amount of clenching on Dave’s part would ever stop the beads from slipping right into his constantly-growing donut. Before he knew it, and with plentiful whines of protest, the wall slipped several beads into Dave all at once, stretching his nethers by another half a foot wider than he previously experienced in life. As the eigth, gargantuan bead jammed into his body, nearly as large as a watermelon, it released a rich fluid around the same consistency of that of the wall. Almost instantaneously, the raccoon could feel his balls sag downward, almost as if the juices flooding into his tender ass were immediately being seeped into his jewels. The gallons pumped into Dave quite ferociously, and the toy within him made certain that every droplet remained within him. “S-stop it, let me gooooo!! I-I don’t want this at a-all!!” The bandit-masked creature kept thrashing about, but more out of the throes of pleasure, squealing as he could feel his orbs sag so low that they started brushing along the floor as well. They swelled with a combination of whatever the wall was gushing into him and his own cum, soon feeling that both fluids were becoming one in the same. Even his flow of precum felt thicker as it slipped continuously into the wall in front of him, unable to cease its flow in the slightest. Constantly churning and filling, Dave moaned as the underside of his pendulous balls, nearly four feet tall and two feet wide, were enough to make him immobile, if he wasn’t already held in place by the room itself. Despite all of his protests, Dave’s enclosure was more than thrilled to hold onto his spheres as well. Both the front wall and the floor started to grip along his boundless sack as it felt increasing in size, just like his cock. As he craned his neck downward to look, all Dave could see was his sheath as that, too, started to sink into the wall. If his sheath was nearly two feet long itself, he could only guess that the rest of his thick majesty was at least as long and as wide as a telephone pole. Without any warning, the raccoon felt most of his growth along his body slow down, but the underlying desire to cum grew by the second. The juices coursing well into Dave’s ass were acting as an immense two-stage aphrodisiac; Dave’s expansion was pivotal, and the heightened desire to orgasm was necessary in the case that this particular captive had no compulsion to do so. With his balls aching over every inch of their gargantuan size for any sort of release, and with the unrelenting kneading that started to be shared between his profoundly large dick and balls, Dave bit his lip with all of his might. His mind and his body were at odds with one another, and try as he might his body was doing everything in its power to win. The cum started to flow without any sign of stopping once the wall set all of the beads within Dave’s tunnels vibrating all at once. The intensity was too much to bear, and his sack released their bounty in minute-long surges of raccoon batter deep into the wall. Dave could feel his own white-hot liquid shooting out, warming up his immense head as he felt every bit of it being sucked away as soon as he could produce his copious juices, feeling the rest of his body slamming forward and back, still a prisoner to the walls. The movement only helped to maintain the arousal he didn’t want in the first place, but that didn’t matter by now. His body’s urges had won out, and while escape was still first and foremost on his mind, he was climaxing with such intensity he never thought he would achieve such a high ever again. The ecstasy enveloped the raccoon like a comfortable blanket, and exhaustion soon followed. Dave had achieved nearly a hundred orgasms over the course of three straight hours of release, never stopping for a second. All of his whines and moans echoed back in the tiny chamber, making him wonder if he really did adore all of those sensations. One small part of his mind wanted to accept that he did, being so well-filled and pounded to unimaginable degrees. Still, the event was over, whatever it was. Maybe if he fell back asleep he would wake up to find himself released. He would have opened his mouth to suggest such, but dozing off felt like too good of an option to pass up. A faint florescent aqua light started to brighten up the wall in front of Dave, right as his eyes started to shut. As the light started to form various letters and words along the wall, he had to squint and lean in a bit more to read whatever it said. It was only then when his vision cleared up a bit more that he realized that, whatever was on the wall wasn’t written in any language he recognized. He tilted his head in confusion and, as if sensing his lack of comprehension, the wall lit up again underneath the original writing, leaving him a message he could at least understand in English. ----- SUBJECT RCN-9146T… PRELIMINARY TEST…SUCCESS ENTRY INTO ARTIFICIAL MUNITIONS PROGRAM…CONFIRMED BODY MODIFICATION…IN STASIS; FURTHER GROWTH TO CONTINUE [REDACTED] PHASE 1 OF XXX…COMPLETE PHASE 2 TO COMMENCE ON [REDACTED] ROOM ASSIGNMENT…CURRENT LODGINGS TIME OF STAY…INDEFINITE WELCOME TO THE PROGRAM. YOU ARE VITAL TO OUR SURVIVAL. YOUR BODY IS NOW OURS, AND YOU WILL BE JUSTLY THANKED BY ALL OUR PEOPLE. ENJOY YOUR NEW FORM, AND YOUR NEW LIFE. MAY YOUR SEED FUEL OUR ARMADA AND GIVE OUR WEAPONS LIFE. REFUSAL IS NOT AN OPTION. ACCEPT YOUR ROLE OR BE DISPOSED. … HOURLY MASTURBATION/AMMUNITION PRODUCTION TO BEGIN IN 57 SOL MINUTES… WELCOME TO YOUR NEW LIFE, RCN-8327H. ----- The last sentence glimmered on the wall as the rest faded away. The only other thing that remained was the countdown clock towards the next round of milking. He had no idea how long it would last, or if it would be exactly like what he had just underwent. For what it was worth, Dave struggled in place for those 56 minutes, thrashing all about to get any sort of momentum going so he could free himself. Despite all of his efforts, though, he made no headway in the slightest; the walls and floor still held every speck of his body as steadfastly as before, immune to his movement. As a slight consolation the gelatinous material inside made sure to constantly roll about, keeping everything trapped within well-massaged. All Dave could do was stare at the clock as it counted down the last few seconds until the timer hit zero. Something otherworldly had taken him, that was for certain, and the message was damned specific. Would the additional “ammo production” take place every single hour? Will it ever slow down or stop? Would he ever get a single minute in his life from then-on in which he wouldn’t be stroked or molested? The beads started to shift inside of him as the timer disappeared from the wall. He cried out, faintly, for help, but he knew it would do no good. By him being exactly where he was he was seen as helping countless others. Whoever took him would think it insane to let a prize like him go, and what did it matter now, anyway? His genitalia alone were large enough to be at least as big as the rest of him, and he would be about as mobile as a rock. No…he was going to remain there as a living tool, to be milked and made useful by any means necessary, through any changes they needed to make in him. The raccoon would be a savior, just merely at the cost of everything he once knew. Dave thought about it for a moment, as the he could feel the beads slip all the way out of him. It was only when they re-entered that he realized that the generous space between the beads from his initial experience were now replaced with smaller beads, leaving no room for rest, and nearly triple the ridges and suction all along his taint and massive, submissive donut. Would throwing away his old life, traded away against his will for never-ending pleasure and sexual hedonism, ever be worth it? The raccoon had no clue. But, for now, he just had to unclench his rump, keep his hands along his thighs so as not to lose them to the wall’s grip, and enjoy the moment. Thinking about how to escape could come later. For now, it was best just to enjoy the ride, and trying not to lose his mind to the four orgasms he spurted out automatically as he was penetrated once more. After all, Dave had a long existence ahead of him.