I promised myself I wouldn’t resort to it, but I was getting desperate. I opened Craigslist, looking for job opportunities. After weeks of weeks of filling out dozens, if not hundreds of job applications and getting no responses, I was about to give up. I couldn’t believe this could happen to me at 32 years old. My life up to this point had not been great… not much luck at all in the relationship department, and most of my adult life spent avoiding a social life or rewarding hobbies so I could work to afford to live. The one thing I did have, however, was a steady job in which, after 8 years of employment, things were finally looking up and I was beginning to climb the ranks.

That is, until she showed up. A new supervisor, Allison. Fresh out of college, hot, young, 22. Very clearly pulled some strings and used her looks and commanding demeanor to her advantage to be able to slide directly into the leadership position of our division. I resented her from day one, and, looking back, I guess I must have made it obvious, because she did not like me either. From the first time she introduced herself to the office and made a passing look at everyone, noting that I was the oldest person working in her department, she gave me a disapproving frown. For whatever reason, she had something to prove, and well, long story short, a few weeks later, she fired me.

I’ve been down on my luck ever since. Here I am, sitting in my underwear, now hitting page eight of local Craigslist postings. Nothing much is coming up, and most of it I’ve already seen. I was about to give up, when an interesting listing finally caught my eye.

“Extended study participants wanted for an exciting opportunity! Weekly paychecks as compensation!”, the title read. Well, it’s not a job, but it says we’ll receive money… and I need money. I opened the post. “Participants wanted for extended, one-year study on sexual and reproductive health. Male and female applicants welcome. Applicants must be sexually healthy and sensitive to sexual stimulation.” So, they want me to be horny?  Well, I mean, I am. I haven’t had any action in a while, but I know everything still works well. Screw it, what have I got to lose? I sent a message describing myself, saying I was interested.

I went to grab a snack from the fridge and take care of some chores. Shockingly, by the time I returned to my computer, the user who created the posting had already replied to me. I found this a little odd, being 11:30 PM on a Sunday evening. The reply had little more than a thank you for expressing interest, followed by a link to a form for me to fill out online and a request to meet the next morning at 10:00 AM at the address they provided. No further communication necessary – just show up and mention this message.

Against my better judgement, I decided I was going to show up. Who knows what will happen, but I don’t have much to lose at this point. I clicked the link to their questionnaire. It only asked for my name, age, height, gender, and sexual orientation. I set my alarm for 8:30 AM and went to sleep.

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As I frantically cruised around looking for the meeting location, I began to wonder if they had given me the wrong address, or if this was a scam or prank. I found myself amongst rows of warehouse and distribution centers. How could this possibly be the meeting place? Finally, my GPS directed me to the back of one of the large warehouses, and, lo and behold, there was an office building attached to the back with some offices. A small sign out front had the correct address I was looking for on it, below the words “Sexual Health and Transformation Center.” I suppose this is it. I parked my car, paused, took a deep breath to calm my nerves and collect my thoughts, and I proceeded inside.

I emerged into a waiting area not unlike a typical doctor’s office. A woman in her mid-40’s sat at a reception desk and looked up as the door behind my closed, ringing a bell alerting her of my presence. With a blank expression on her face, her eyes scanned me up and down. “Can I help you?”, she asked.

“Yes, um, I’m here because, well, last night I think you guys sent me an invitation to come here and participate in an experiment or study or whatever,” I stuttered out. She motioned for me to come closer.

“Really. You want to do this?”, she asked.

“Yeah sure, I mean, I need money and I’m open to anything at this point”, I replied.

“It’s just that, well, most of the people showing up for this are much more, well, shall we say… desperate. You know, older people with nothing to lose, unattractive, nothing going for them. You’re handsome and look like you’ve got your head on your shoulders and all that. It’s just odd, is all.”

“Well, it sounds fun, and money is money,” I responded.

Giving me a stern look, she removed her glasses and gave an accusing glare. “You did read all of the fine, print, right?”

I lied. I saw no fine print to read. But I really wanted to see what this was all about. “Of course I did…” I muttered.

“Well good, and we have you on audio recording stating that as well. Have a seat, and an assistant will be with you shortly.”

Not even five minutes later the door to the offices swung open and a perky young blonde girl emerged. She scanned the waiting area until her eyes fell on me, the only person in the waiting room. “Here for the volunteer program?”

“Yep!”, I said, apprehensively.

“Great! Follow me, right this way.” I followed her through the door. Ahead of us was a very long hallway with several small rooms lining both sides. Some appeared to be regular business offices, and others resembled doctor’s offices with examination tables and equipment. “We’re actually just about ready to start your procedure.”

“Procedure? What exactly does this entail, anyway? Something about sexual health or whatever?”

“Well, you’re going to be helping us with the study and treatment of ED…. Erectile Disfunction.”

“But I don’t have erectile disfunction!”, I retorted.

“Exactly. That’s perfect for this study.”

I opened my mouth to protest but she hushed me, assuring me it’ll all make sense in a bit.

Finally, we reached a larger room with a single examination chair in the center. “Here we are”, she said. “I know this is a little unconventional, but we need you to remove your pants and heave a seat on that chair.”

“Um, no, please, I’m really not comfortable with that”, I protested, but the blonde girl was quick to assure me once again.

“Don’t worry, we’ve seen it all before, done this many times. I assure you your pay compensation will make everything worth it.”

I let out a frustrated sigh and began loosening my belt. Whatever was going to happen was going to be exceptionally tough for me, being a shy and self-conscious about my looks as it is, being only 5’8 and having a bit of a dad bod. Not to mention… the building was quite cold. I began sliding off my boxers when two additional women entered the room. I turned around to meet their faces and paused. One was another girl in her mid to late 20’s, mixed race, wearing scrubs that revealed a very curvaceous frame. The other was about my age, a woman of about 6’, pale skin, and long, thick black hair, wearing a form fitting business casual dress. All three were exceptionally hot, honestly.

The tall woman spoke up. “Hi, I’m Mikayla, I’m the lead of this study. Thank you so much for volunteering, it really helps us out, since we’re kind of doing things, under the table, wink wink!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t feel comfortable, I don’t think this is right for me.”

She put her arm around my shoulder and led me toward the table. I should have protested but her appearance, calm demeanor, and sex appeal rendered me into a blank state. “I promise you, it’ll be worth it. When we’re finished, you’ll be receiving a hefty $50,000 check!” We reached the table and I sat on the ledge. 50,000 dollars? Holy shit. In my shock I did not notice that Mikayla had secured my arms in place on the sides of the examination chair. I yelled out in defiance.

Mikayla began petting my head. “Just relax, I promise, you’ll like this part.”

The other two girls approached. The mixed-race girl held my legs together while the blonde girl removed my shoes, socks, and pulled my pants away from me, leaving me in just my boxers and my undershirt. I began breathing heavily. Were they going to torture me? Fuck me? Either way I was too uncomfortable to enjoy this. The blonde girl wrapped her arms around my legs, holding them in place. “Lean back”, Mikayla ordered. Completely overwhelmed, I leaned back until I was flat on my back.

The two younger girls pulled my boxers off, exposing my modest-sized member. My stomach tightened and my face turned bright red. The three of them made eye contact with each other and held back a little smirk. “Don’t be ashamed,” assured Mikayla. “After all it is cold in here, and, well, not everyone is a show-er.”

“Yeah, and like, my ex was about your size!”, the blonde girl added, trailing off with a giggle.

“Alright well moving on, what are we doing here??”, I barked, now in a demanding and frustrated tone.

“Oh, we’re just making sure you’re easily sexually aroused and have strong senses. This is important for what you’re volunteering for,” Mikayla said. “We’re going to start with visual arousal.”

The three of them unbuttoned the top few buttons on their tops, each suddenly exposing ample cleavage. With Mikayla standing beside me at my head and the other two on each side of me, they began to squeeze and jiggle their chests in my face. “Just relax.” My penis began awakening from its cold, shriveled state and straightening out. “Very nice! That didn’t take long at all. Perfect!”

“Now, smell.” Mikayla said, and pressed a button to lower the examination table enough that she could spread her legs with her crotch hovering close to my face. I inhaled her sent – an arousing mix of musk, perfume, and sweat from walking around. My dick was now rapidly filling up. “Great job. You’re doing great. Bri, Hannah, why don’t you initiate light touching?”

“Yes m’am!”, they replied. Bri, the blonde girl, softly ran her hands up my legs. Mikayla lowered herself and placed her breasts on the top of my head. Hannah, as if waiting for her cue, slid her hands up to my inflated dick, and lightly flicked it. I became more aroused. She flicked it again. It lifted off my body. She used her thumb and index finger to squeeze the tip and pull on it, stretching it straight out, and let go, causing it to snap back a little. Finally, she used two fingers and began very lightly stroking just under the base of the head and continued to do so until I was rock hard and sticking straight up.

“Excellent. Light sensual foreplay is enough to fully arouse you. Now we’ll do a stamina test. Hannah, keep working it. Bri, come up here.”

Hannah continued stroking away, her head hovering over my dick, concentrating heavily. “Looks like you’re about 4.5 hard. You’re on the lower side, but that’s okay. It’s not important for what you’re volunteering for.” I was simultaneously humiliated and furious, yet the sensation felt so good I couldn’t muster up any sentences, only moans.

Bri and Mikayla began putting on a show above my head. Both exposed their breasts and shoved them in my face. “If you can last five minutes, then you’re in!”

“Alright, I got this,” I thought to myself. Though I wasn’t sure. Hannah really knew how to work it, and I two pairs of amazing, supple tits rubbing all over my face as their owners made out, indulging in their performance for me.

Three minutes in. I was tense. Sweating. Tense. Two minutes. Hannah began stroking faster. One minute. I’m now holding my breath and biting my lip. I can’t…. hold it…. Mikayla and Bri began sloppily kissing my face.

“Time’s up! You made it!” Oh god, finally. I exploded, producing a rather humiliating, weak eruption of cum that merely oozed out over Hannah’s hands. She laughed. “Well, that was anti-climactic!” She grabbed my undershirt and wiped her hands off onto it.

The three of them buttoned themselves back up and recomposed themselves, realizing they had gotten a little bit too into it. “Alright, well, good news, you’ve proven to us that you are sexually healthy and sensual, so we’re going to proceed with the experiment. Let’s just… get that off you,” Mikayla said, while sliding off my cum-stained undershirt. Bri took this time to tie my legs to the chair as well. I’m now fully naked, feeling like I’m about to be probed by aliens.

To my surprise, the chair is mobile, and they roll me out of the room and deeper into the long corridors of the building. I stared up at the passing ceiling tiles while the three of them made idle chit-chat amongst themselves. I was perplexed by how casual they were, they just jerked me off and now they’re acting like I’m not even here. After a long trek we reach a huge set of high-tech double doors with some sort of security system on them. Mikayla punched in some numbers on a digital keypad and the doors swung open. We continued into a dimly lit, expansive room with a very high ceiling and high-tech electrical science equipment lining the walls. We arrived at the center of the large room, in which a smaller, circular semi-room was positioned. It was lined with thick glass walls and clearly had protected access. The three women entered codes on another security panel to gain access and wheeled me to the center of this circular room. Above, on the ceiling, I could make out a laser-like device and a series of softly glowing emitters.

“Welcome to the miniaturization room! Don’t worry, this is painless, you won’t feel a thing!”, Mikayla added, and the three of them began walking back to the access door.

Panicking, I shouted to them. “What?? What do you mean? I don’t want this… abort!”

The large steel access door closed behind them, its study locking mechanisms engaging. The three appeared behind a glass panel and gave me a thumbs up. Suddenly, the equipment above my head whirred to life, the devices glowing and emitting an ominous electrical whir that was continually glowing louder. The laser-like device activated and lowered closer to me and it began to “search” for me, moving back and forth until finally locking on. The barrel of the device started to glow.

“Okay, don’t flinch! Here we go!”, Mikayla announced over an unseen loudspeaker.

The laser device shot a blindingly bright beam at me. My vision went completely white. I quickly lost consciousness and passed out.

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New Specimen by akanobody84

I awoke to something large and warm slamming repeatedly into my side. “Wh… wha?”, I emitted, along with some weak groaning. My vision was very blurry, and I felt dizzy and nauseous. I looked to my side to see what was hitting me. A wall of fleshy pink, about 2/3rds the length of my body.

“Wake up! You okay? Give us a sign you’re okay!”, an impossibly loud voice boomed, echoing all around me and causing subtle vibrations in whatever surface I was laying on. The thing slamming into me repositioned itself above me, allowing me to see a detailed pattern of grooves and lines. Everything suddenly came together in my mind. The giant room they called “Miniaturization room.” The devices. I had been shrunk and was staring up at a giant finger. The finger made a few stroking passes over the entire length of my naked body. “Come on, you’re okay. Sit up!”

The finger flew above my head and a giant fingernail pressed against my backside, forcing me to rise to a sitting position. Judging by the size of the finger, I was about half an inch tall. I cautiously stood up and cranked my head up and around, discovering that the finger belonged to Bri. I was still on the examination table and she was standing behind me. The edge of the chair was only at the height of her waist, but even from what I could see of her was easily over 350 feet taller than me… from my scale. The most impossibly large moving thing I had ever seen. Without warning her face came plummeting down toward me. I screamed and fell back in sudden terror from the sheer sight of something so massive moving impossibly fast toward me. Her right elbow slammed into the chair to the left of me, causing my entire floor to shake violently and me to tumble back onto my ass. Her head came to an abrupt halt, resting on her right hand. Her eyes squinted to make out the tiny details of my body and face.

“Yeah, he’s fine. Could you bring me the container?”, Bri shouted, to the others, whom I could not see. While she waited, she used her thumb and index finger to swoop me up and place me in her other palm. Releasing her grip, I fell a short distance into her soft, warm, damp hand. The smell of hand soap filled my nostrils. Bri’s palm formed into a cup shape, causing me to slide to the deepest part of it. Her soft, warm, pink flesh surrounded me on all sides. She brought the hand close to her face.

“Gosh… it’s always so crazy, I mean like, the power I hold over them,” Bri spoke, though not necessarily to me. Wafts of warm, minty breath emitted from her mouth, hitting me with air so humid that my skin became moist. “If I wanted to, I could just…”. She began slowly closing her hand around me. Her fingers formed a ceiling above me, closing me in darkness, while I felt the walls of her palm begin to close in, increasing pressure. The situation was terrifying, but the sensual caress of her warm skin across my entire naked frame was also simultaneously turning me on. However, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

“Bri! Be careful. It’s hard enough to get specimens to agree to this in the first place!”, commanded Mikayla.

Bri snapped her palm back open, releasing the pressure on me. I gasped to catch my breath as the cool, climate-controlled air awakened my senses. “I know, I know, I’m being careful. Hey, so uh, his sex drive is still intact too. I can his little thing poking up.” Her eyes turned from Mikayla to me. “Oh, I meant little because you’re little, not because of your, well… you know.”

Mikayla shoved a clear plastic cup in Bri’s face. “Here, drop him in.” Her palm accelerated up in altitude, the sudden g-forces pressing me down into her skin for a moment. The movement came to an abrupt stop and before I could regain my composure, the giant hand tilted on its side and I on my stomach down her palm, my erect dick being caressed by her skin the entire way. The sensation was wonderful, but my excitement was quickly stifled as I went into freefall, down into the plastic cup several times my height. I was so sure I was in for a painful landing, but instead collided with the bottom with only a soft thump. Huh.

A large lid with air holes appeared over the ceiling of the cup and began spinning, emitting scraping noises and vibrations throughout the walls and floor. The lid snapped in place with a loud snap, and I was sealed in. Bri handed the cup to Mikayla, My visibility through the cup was foggy, but I could make out some things. Mikayla’s massive fingers grasped the cup, pressing up against the plastic and allowing me to see the creases in her finger skin. She brought the cup close to her face, giving me the sensation of being in a glass elevator skyrocketing upward. I came to a stop close to her lips. I ran to the edge of the container and began pounding on the sides, furiously screaming at the top of my lungs.

“I don’t want any of this!! Please, put me back!! I want out!!! How can you possibly think its okay to trick people into this??”

Mikayla responded in a calm and soothing tone. “I know you’re probably terrified right now and having second thoughts. It’s normal, happens with each one of our volunteers. But just trust me, I won’t be that bad, and remember- 50,000 dollars!” She began walking, carrying me out of the massive room and back into the long corridor lined with small offices I had walked through earlier.

“I still don’t even know what you’re going to do with me!”, I yelled, though it became apparent that she couldn’t really hear much of anything I was saying.

She tapped on the cup. “Hush. Relax. Your test subject has an appointment in a few hours. Just sit tight, okay?” She placed me on a shelf in a room that looked like a regular Doctor’s office and left the room, turning off the light and closing the door, abandoning me in my plastic prison and cold, quiet darkness.

About two hours had passed, at least I assumed. It was hard to tell while sitting in a small plastic cup in a dark room. I could hear the women and a few other unfamiliar voices shuffling about in the hallway. I walked up to the plastic wall to try and hear what was being said, but it was too faint. I slammed my head against the wall. “Why the fuck did I jump into this?! I didn’t even research anything! Fuck!!”, I yelled, to no one. “How is this legal in any way?” Though it was plainly obvious to me – it wasn’t. I just needed some money; how could fate be this cruel?

The door to the room suddenly exploded open and a hand reached in and smacked the light switch, flooding the room with blinding light. It was Bri, once again. She stood in the doorway with a manila envelope in her hand. She spoke and gestured to someone behind her. “Have a seat in here, the doctor will be with you in a moment!” She placed the folder in a bin by the door.

The person emerged through the doorway. It was a young woman, a shapely but thin frame, light skin, and long dark black hair. I couldn’t make out her facial features. She placed her purse on a counter and seated herself on the examination table – a more standard doctor’s office chair with a sheet of protective paper over it. Bri closed the door behind her. The woman took out her phone and began absent-mindedly scrolling.

I wondered if this woman knew what was happening here. Were they going to shrink her too?? I needed to warn her, and maybe she could help me. I started screaming and banging on the cup wall once again to get her attention. She did not look up from her phone. I paused for a moment to think. In a desperate attempt, I ran from one side of the cup to the other and did a flying kick into the wall, hurting my ankles in the process and slamming hard onto the ground. However, it worked – the cup rattled, ever so slightly.

The woman looked up from her phone and in my direction. “Yes!”, I said through heavy breathing. She stood up from the examination chair, causing the paper and leathery surface to crackle loudly. She walked over to the shelf I was on, which was about level with her crotch. She was wearing loose fitting purple workout shorts, but it was still obviously apparent that she was sporting serious thigh gap underneath. The thought of this woman’s pussy, several times bigger than me, hovering directly in front of me made me dizzy with lust, but I shook my head and snapped out of it. I jumped up and down, waving my hands for her attention.

“What have we here?”, she said, curiously. Her hands wrapped around my container and she brought it up to her eye level.

“Thank god… finally,” I thought. With me now at her eye level, I could make out her facial features, and… “ooohhh… fuck.” It was Allison, the fucking bitch supervisor who fired me. My heart sank.

“Oh… wow. My god, it’s you! Sean! What are the odds?” For a moment I thought maybe she would still help me.

“Please… help me! Get me out of here!”, I pleaded.

“You’re probably pretty angry with me, but you have to understand that I did what was best for the company. You were becoming complacent and your work ethic was slacking. I mean, I didn’t think you’d sink this low as to volunteer for this, but I mean… this actually could be a good learning experience for you!”. She spoke with the most condescending possible tone and a slight smirk on her face. Just like at work, she was enjoying belittling me and exerting her power over me.

“Fuck you.”, I said, knowing she couldn’t hear it anyway.

The door swung open once again and Mikayla entered. Shook Allison’s free hand and looked at her other, holding my container. “Ah, I see you’ve met our newest volunteer!”

“Actually, funny story – I’m his, well, I was his supervisor. He’d been there a while and was becoming a bit of a slacker. We had to let him go.”

She was so full of shit.

“Hmm, tsk tsk… not good!”, Mikayla added. She tapped on the glass. “Good think you won’t have to do much work for what you’re volunteering for!” Both women laughed and sighed. Allison placed my container down and Mikayla grabbed Allison’s patient folder and leafed through it quickly. “Alright, well thank you for coming in for your six-month checkup! Many of our test subjects don’t even bother with it and it’s very important for our research. So, how’s it going?”

Allison responded. “Oh, no worries! It’s going great, this procedure has helped me tremendously, to be quite honest. There’s so much more sensation, the sex is great, best I’ve ever had.”

“How’s your sex drive?”

“Definitely increased!”, Allison said with a giggle. “Also, can I be honest with you? Having total control like this gives me so much more confidence, I find myself being so much more in command and dominant. I think it even helped me get this new leadership position!”

“That’s excellent news!”, Mikayla replied, while jotting down notes. “We find that having absolute dominance over weaker individuals increases often increases their confidence and sexuality. Alright, if it’s alright with you we’d just like to have a quick look down there. If you could remove your shorts and have a seat on the chair there.”

“Sure thing.”, Allison replied. “Oh, uh…”, she glanced in my direction.

“Oh, yes, some privacy. Of course!” Mikayla picked up my container. “Jeez, show some respect for your boss, will ya?”, she mocked. She placed me inside a drawer and closed it. Once again in pitch black, I listened. I was close enough to them that I could still make out what they were saying.

“Alright, lie back and spread your legs.”

The sound of the leather examination chair stretching and shifting could be heard.

“Okay… everything looks perfectly normal, as it should. You can’t even tell.”, Mikayla’s voice said in a pleased tone. Suddenly, she got louder. “Hang in there Sarah! Six months – you’re halfway done!” The sound of giggling from both Mikayla and Allison could be heard.

My mind began racing with ideas on what they had done with Sarah. Also, Sarah… Sarah from the reception desk? Could it possibly be her? She had been fired recently as well… but more importantly, what had they done with her? Was I going to be spending a year in some woman’s underwear??

I could hear more shuffling around on the chair again. The sound of Allison sitting up and pulling her shorts back up and grabbing her purse.

“Well, I’m glad this is going so well for you. Hopefully in six months you won’t even need Sarah anymore. If you’ll follow me back out this way…”, Mikayla said.

“Oh, absolutely. I don’t want to lose this feeling.”, Allison said, and paused to knock on the drawer I was in. “Good luck, Sean! See ya in a year, maybe! Hehe!  Oh, hey, doctor… by the way, who’s that hot dude in the waiting room? Because I mean, damn, he’s here for this too?”

Mikayla giggled. “Oh, you know I can’t share information about other patients… but hey, go for it. We’re about to go on lunch, he’ll be waiting for a bit.”

Both women left the room, and I slumped down, once again, waiting.

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E.D. by akanobody84

At some point I must have dozed off. The sound of the door rattling open once again jolted me awake. This time I heard Hannah’s voice. “Have a seat, we’ll be with you in a moment! In the meantime, just relax, okay?”

A man’s voice replied with “no problem.”

I heard the door close, followed by some familiar squealing and stretching of the examination chair. The man must have laid down on it. Wait a second… man? They did say something about erectile dysfunction. Oh god… is this who they’re “pairing” me with?? Or was this guy going end up shrunken like me?! Still stuck in the drawer, I had no way to warn him.

The door swung open again. “Doctor” Mikayla’s voice greeted the man.

“Hello… Jeremy is it? Hi, I’m Mikayla, I’m the head of our little, uh, operation here.  First, thank you very much for being prompt with your payments – and I see you paid in full. We will compensate you after successful completion of our one-year study, of course - $100,000, as we discussed.”

100K? What?? Why are they promising him double what I was promised?

“Honestly, doctor, this all sounds too good to be true for me. Sexual enhancements, 100 grands, and do I even really have to do anything?”, Jeremy asked.

“All we ask is that you submit a monthly survey to us online, and return for a six-month checkup, and once more a year from now to terminate the testing.”

“Wonderful. Well, let’s get started!”, said Jeremy.

Mikayla proceeded ahead with the preliminary questions. “So, I understand you’re concerned about erectile dysfunction?”

Jeremy tried to sound professional about the subject. “Well, not exactly. It just seems like there used to be more feeling, ya know? I don’t really have trouble um, getting an erection, but swear there used to be more… feeling. And I stayed erect longer. Kind of embarrassing, I’m only 28 and all.”

I continued straining to listen as much as I could.

Mikayla let out an assuring, concerned murmur. “Yeah, no, it’s perfectly understandable to be concerned. You want to feel everything, you’re still in the prime of your life! You’re the perfect candidate for our experimental procedure.”

“Yeah, about that, what is it? Some sort of medicine orr-“

“So, here’s where your confidentiality agreement comes in”, Mikayla said, and paused. Suddenly the floor underneath me launched forward and I fell onto my back. The light from the fluorescent ceiling light flooded the drawer and hurt my eyes. She scooped the cup from the drawer and dangled it in front of Jeremy. “Meet your volunteer, Sean!” She wiggled the cup. “Wave hi, Sean!”

I felt like I was going to throw up. This could not be happening. I slammed my fists on the plastic wall. I got my first glimpse of this Jeremy fellow. Of course. Easily over 6 feet tall. Perfect physique. Chiseled jaw. Perfectly sculpted facial hair and haircut. Well dressed. He spoke with a deep voice. Everything I wanted to be, essentially.

Jeremy stared at the container, mouth agape. “Oh… what… the fuck. How… how did you…”

“Don’t worry about it. This is what we’re going to do. Using special tools, we’re going to fuse little Sean here with the underside of your penis, typically the most sensitive spot. Using our specially developed molecular modification tools, Sean will be absorbed completely into your penis. We will then apply a special chemical bond that renders him basically invisible. Like he’s not even there. Though he will be unable to move or speak, he will be fully conscious the entire time. They must remain conscious for this to work. You see, he tested very positive for sexual sensitivity, and through reasons we’re still discovering, when our shrunken specimens are fused with the pleasure areas on the genitalia of normal-sized humans, their sexual energy transfers to their host. We’ve had 100% success rate, so far. And, I’ll be honest, most of our male test subjects are much older and, well, desperate than you, sir.”

Jeremy sat, speechless, for a moment, at the mouthful just delivered to him. Meanwhile, I literally threw up. I frantically jumped up and down, flailing and screaming “NO!”

After processing it for a bit, Jeremy finally mustered up enough wit to speak again. “So, right. So that little guy, Sean, is it? He did volunteer for this, right?”

“Oh, of course he did!” She turned her head toward me, smirked, and winked.

“Okay, but, how does this work? Is he gay? I’m definitely not gay.”

“Actually, we’ve had the best results when the specimen and the host are the same gender and sexual orientation.”

“Oh… huh. Well thanks for volunteering to become part of my dick, little dude.”

“Any other questions?”, Mikayla asked.

“Nah.”

“Alright, let me call the girls in and we’ll get started!"

I could not believe what I had just heard. I stumbled back, away from the wall of the cup closest to everyone. I ran to the opposite side, as if I could escape somewhere, but I couldn’t. I fell to the floor, hyperventilating. I screamed louder than I ever had before, so loud my voice hurt. “NO! CANCEL! I WANT OUT!!!” They did not respond. My throat hurt so hard I started coughing, following by vomiting.

“Looks like he’s getting a bit apprehensive. Hey Hannah, could you grab the relaxant?”, Mikayla said to Bri and Hannah as they arrived. “Bri, grab a transformation gun and some concealer.”

“Sure, be right back”, the girls said in unison.

Mikayla unscrewed the lid from my container brought it up to her mouth, close enough that her lips were the only thing visible through the opening. For some odd reason, she blew softly into the cup, as some sort of attempt to calm me down. Her breath felt like a blast of extreme humidity and smelled like coffee. The walls of the cup around me fogged up and my skin became soaked. Her lips formed back into a smirk, and she softly spoke. “I know this can be a bit scary and overwhelming, so we’ve got something that will calm you down.” The girls returned. “Ah, here it is.” Hannah handed Mikayla a small plastic bottle with a dropper attached. Mikayla unscrewed the dropper and squeezed the tip, extracting a small amount of amber liquid from the bottle. Satisfied with the extracted amount, she brought the tip to the top of the cup and inserted it down toward me until it was just above my head. I flailed my arms in a ‘no’ motion and ran away from the dropper. “Relax Sean, it won’t sting or anything. Here.” She tilted the cup toward her, causing me to lose my footing and slide to the side closest to her. Immobilized, she quickly moved the dropper above my head and squeezed. About three drops splashed onto me, but it was enough to cover me head to toe.

Coughing and spitting as the solution covered my face, I instantly grew dizzy and drowsy. Apparently, this stuff works very fast. I fell to the floor, unable to move my muscles much at all. I grew sleepy… so sleepy… but fought as hard as I could to stay awake. Tilting the cup even further, I was finally removed from my holding cell as I slid out and onto Mikayla’s waiting palm. Falling onto my stomach, the warm, clammy skin of her hand caressed my body as I feel deeper and deeper into relaxation. She kept her hand open and flat as if displaying me.

“Alright, Jeremy. All you have to do now is, well, relax, and um… take out your penis for us.” Using all of my energy, I turned my head to look.

“Okay… but please try to hold back your laughs!”, Jeremy said, in a deep, confident tone. It was obvious he knew they were about to be impressed. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them to his ankles, revealing loose fitting boxers. Then, pulling the elastic waistband of the boxers out, he reached his other hand in – very deep down – and pulled out his cock. Lifting it up, he used his other hand to tuck the elastic waistband underneath his large, full, hanging ballsack. Letting the waistband snap into to place, he released his cock from his other hand, allowing it to unfurl down in all it’s glory. Although soft, it was quite an amazing display. Thick, full, cut, and over 7” long in it’s current form, it was obviously something special. The head hung down just past his ballsack and swung back and forth lightly.

The three women stopped what they were doing and stared for a moment in silence. Hannah broke the silence with a “holy shit.” She covered her mouth. “Oh, sorry, that was unprofessional of me!”

“It’s alright Hannah. I think it’s safe to say, well, we can see why you’re concerned about losing sensation. We wouldn’t want something like that to go to waste!”, Mikayla responded.

“Yeah dude, you’re bigger than most guys are when fully erect!”, added Hannah. “I mean, look at him!” She used her fingers to flip me onto my back on Mikayla’s hand. She moved her finger up and down across my tiny crotch, manipulating my currently shriveled member.

“Oh, damn.” Jeremy said, with a satisfied tone.

Hannah continued. “You’re lucky, little guy, most of the test subjects that come in here are older and kind of gross.”

“Stop it Hannah, don’t be mean. That’s not why we’re here!”, Mikayla retorted, though clearly wanting to laugh. “Anyways, just lie back on the chair. Bri, hand me the transformation gun.” I was placed on a hard, cold countertop, as I was now immobilized anyway.

Jeremy did as he was told. Bri handed Mikayla a small device that looked similar to a barcode scanner. She began explaining its purpose.

“This device meshes the specimen – Sean’s – molecular makeup with the skin of a normal-sized human. It only works on humans who have been shrunk here in our laboratory. It only takes about a minute. Don’t worry – both of you, the process is fully reversible. Provided you return to us, of course.”

Mikayla sat next to the Jeremy on a stool and used her thumb and index finger of her free hand to pinch the head of his penis. She pulled it toward his stomach, straightening it out. Impressively, it reached his belly button. Her hand reached for me, and her massive digits grasped me by my torso. “No…please…”, I muttered. Jeremy’s godlike body became larger and larger as I was brought to him. The giant hand holding me started descending. Down, down, down, to his waiting cock. Earlier I had determined I was about half an inch in height, making the enormous organ below me about 12 times my height and several times wider. I descended toward his massive balls, and was slowly moved up, as if being given a tour of my new home. Upon reaching the tip, I was finally lowered in place – just underneath the massive head above me on the bottom side. Mikayla flipped me on to my back and moved my body into position, my head just below the rim of the slit. She pressed her thumb down to hold me in place. I sunk into the spongey surface. His penis skin was extremely warm and stifling. A slight odor of sweat, urine, and cum permeated through the air around me.

Adjusting her hand so her thumb and finger were on each side of me, I stared up as the transformation gun was brought into place, hovering just above me. “Stay still.” She pulled the trigger on the device and warm, glowing light emitted. Barely able to keep my eyes open, my vision grew extremely blurry. My entire body felt as though it was being electrocuted as shocks of energy shot up and down my entire weak frame. I felt myself sinking down into the skin of the penis as my own skin seemed to stretch and contort. I let out one final “no…” before sinking completely in. Suddenly, my mouth was gone. I tried to move – my arms, legs, entire body, were simply not there.

Mikayla let go of the trigger and set the device aside. “There. All done! Painless, right?”

“Wow, so just like that, huh?”, replied Jeremy. His words vibrated through my entire consciousness.

“Yep, pretty much. There’s just one more step. If you look closely at the underside of your penis, you can see a faint outline of him. We’re just going to apply a concealer solution that will sort of, blend him in. It’ll be like he’s not even there!”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows. “Can he see and hear though?”

“Absolutely. He will remain totally conscious the entire time, however, completely immobile, and he can’t speak. His sense of sight, hearing, touch remain intact and from what we understand, some form of smell and taste. He doesn’t need to eat or breathe. He is literally part of your body, literally your penis, for the next year. Anything your penis feels, he will feel too, and conversely, his sexual stimulation energy will be transferred into your penis. Honestly, it’s kind of a win-win.”

I was slowly regaining full consciousness and my eyesight back. I had never been more furious and terrified in my life.

Bri handed Mikayla another bottle. She grabbed an applicant cotton swab, dipped it in, and began rubbing it up and down the length of what was my body. The solution was extremely cold. Jeremy’s penis shook in surprise, giving me my first involuntary movement. The clear liquid felt like acid on my body, burning away at my flesh. I wanted to scream out in pain but couldn’t.

“That kinda tickles!”, said Jeremy.

Mikayla blew onto the solution, causing the remaining solution to fizzle up and dry off. Somehow, I could feel her warmth and smell a hint of her coffee breath from before.

“Alright, it worked. If you look now, you can’t even see him.”

Jeremy looked down at me/his own cock. “Wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“Like he’s not even there, right?”, Mikayla said, elbowing him in the side. “Go ahead, take ‘er for a spin!”

Jeremy moved his hand down to his shaft. His giant hand appeared above me, filling my field of vision. His thumb pressed down onto me and began rubbing me back and forth, up and down. He seemed to be attempting to feel where I was. I noticed that my vision moved up and down with the stretching and pulling of his skin. Somewhere behind me, I felt his other fingers press down and begin stroking. I started feeling myself tense up and pressure increase, as if I was being hung upside down and blood started rushing to my head.

“Yep, I don’t feel him at all. But you know something, I can already feel a difference.”, Jeremy said. Any time he spoke, his words apparently filled my entire consciousness. I would be hearing every word he spoke for the next year. He lifted his hand away, releasing the pressure and tension from me.

“Don’t stop, we want to make sure everything works! Don’t be shy.”

“I thought I’d be polite, but, if you insist.”

His hand wrapped around me once again, this time with a tighter grip. I could feel heat radiate off his skin as his hand stretched me up and down. A strange sensation began building inside me. I was… getting horny? How?? Already?? From being a dude’s dick? I’m not even gay.

The feeling of pressure and tension from before returned. I felt Jeremy shift around in his chair, leaning back and spreading his legs giving me a clearer view of the room in front of him… when his hand wasn’t covering my vision. I could see the three women, staring on, with a dreamy look on their face. Suddenly I began feeling myself rise into the air, off Jeremy’s stomach. Higher and higher, like some sort of bizarre, horrible elevator. Jeremy’s hands were now traveling further up and down, spending less time covering my vision. The pressure continued to build up in me, along with my arousal. I suppose if he is aroused, then I feel it too. Jeremy’s hand began passing over me at a slightly more rapid pace. My vision had less and less give as the skin that made up my being became inflated and firm. When he moved his hand down his shaft, I felt my self being stretched and contorted downward. When his hand moved upward, stretching sensation released and was replaced with an increase of built up pressure. I didn’t have a head, but it felt like it was inflating like a balloon.

Jeremy released his hands from me, having achieved a full, rock hard erection. My focal point from the top of his cock, sticking straight up, gave me the illusion of being 80 feet in the air staring out a skyscraper window, only instead of seeing a city street, I saw two hairy legs and three sexy, horrible women. Oh, and I was a dude’s fucking penis.

“Holy fuck, I haven’t been this hard in a while.”, Jeremy said, softly and erotically.

Bri spoke up. “Shouldn’t we get a measurement? Uh, you know, for his records?”

“Great idea!”, said Mikayla. She grabbed a tape measurer from a nearby drawer and brought it to Jeremy’s cock. She placed it at the base of his shaft and pulled upwards. “You… are officially our first 10-incher. 10 and a half, actually. Wonderful.”

“Really? That’s half an inch bigger than last time I checked… I mean, not that I do often, heh.”

“Yeah, sure, sweetie. Let me get your girth while we’re at it.” She wrapped the tape measurer around somewhere below me and tightened it. I felt a slight burst of pressure from this motion.

“6.5” circumference.” Hannah pretended to scribble it down on a notepad. Mikayla loosened loop of the tape measurer and slid it up past my vision. Jeremy’s fingers appeared in front of me once again and pressed down on me and proceeded to wiggle up and down. Waves of pleasure shot through my consciousness.

“I can’t believe how much more sensation there is. This is amazing.” He wrapped his fingers and thumb around the head and squeezed, giving me a sudden burst of more intense pleasure. Squeezing, he slowly pulled his hand down his shaft. His fingers passed over me, one… two… three… four… and slowly made his way down to the base. Shaking the base of his shaft back and forth, I felt myself being propelled forward and backward rapidly. Suddenly, I came to a stop. Jeremy paused, realizing this had turned into a bit more like a porn scene than intended. “Oh, sorry. I got carried away.”

Bri perked up and spoke up awkwardly fast. “No, we don’t mind at all, right ladies? I mean this is a sexual study after all. This is part of what we do.” She shuffled awkwardly closer and bent down to get a close look. Her young, beautiful face and blonde hair glimmered under the fluorescent light. Her eyes fixated on me. Using her fingertips, she lightly tapped where I was fused. Her soft skin temporarily blacked out my vision as pleasurable energy shot through me. I felt Jeremy’s dick around me flinch in reaction. Above my vision, sticky, warm fluid started oozing over me. Jeremy had emitted precum. I flinched as I tasted a salty sweetness in my mouth and came to another horrible realization – I could taste. Taste anything that enters or exit’s his urethra. A small bit of precum leaked onto Bri’s fingers, and she gently wiped it on top of me. She knows I’m right here, why would she pull such a humiliating act? Bri gently wrapped her hand around the head, her palm now covering my vision, and she squeezed lightly as she pulled her hand downward. Again, I felt the same pleasurable stretching and pulling sensation as when Jeremy had done it, only, now, with her feminine hand instead of his, the feeling inside me increased tenfold. Her hand reached the base of his cock somewhere below me. “Oh my gosh, I can’t even fit my whole hand around the base!”, she announced in a playful, lustrous tone.

Hannah jumped in. “Sorry, I’ve gotta feel this too.” She placed her hand on top of Bri’s, but both hands were still somewhere below me. Hannah’s hand applied slight pressure, increasing the sensation in me.

Mikayla, unable to hold back her professional composure any longer, jumped in. Mikayla placed her hand around the top of Jeremy’s shaft, her giant fingers in front of my face once again. I thought about how similar this view was to seeing her hands wrapped around the plastic cup, only now I was immobile and composed of dick flesh. “Look at you, Mr. – three hands!” She applied her own pressure to the shaft. The immense pressure and built up sexual energy inside of me reached its limit. My entire being began pulsating with waves of pleasurable energy unlike anything I had ever felt in my life. I could hear Jeremy tense up and begin breathing heavily and more rapidly. Mikayla pressed her thumb firmly down onto me one final time. This sent me, and Jeremy, over the edge. The pleasuring energy was so intense I would have been screaming if I was able to. It was somehow incredibly painful yet also the best feeling I had ever felt. I felt the cock around my being begin jerking and pulsating. Jeremy was ejaculating. I could fully taste each spirt of semen as it passed through his urethra behind me.

“Oh god, oh god…” Jeremy moaned, under his breath. The women, in unison, stroked the shaft gently as the spurts continued. Six… seven… eight… nine… ten?? Over ten solid blasts of cum had emitted before the sensation began winding down and the pressure let off. Through the crack in Mikayla’s fingers I could see that some of Jeremy’s cum had gotten on Bri and Mikayla. The rest was making its way down each of their hands.  Finally, the pulsating came to a stop completely and I felt myself deflating and softening slowly. Having experienced the best orgasm I’ve ever felt, for a moment I briefly thought about how this might not be that bad. However, that feeling was fleeting. The girls wiped the cum from their hands onto the shaft, completely dousing me in it. I couldn’t see or hear through it, but I could strongly smell and taste it. It wasted like a sickly-sweet mixture of sweat and a slight hint of urine – not that I knew what urine tasted like... yet. But this is probably what it is.

Finally, Jeremy gathered himself and spoke up. “Wow, sorry, I didn’t mean to… I guess I’m not used to the sensitivity.” I could hear his words reverberate through me. I felt his body shift, and a harsh piece of cloth scraped across me, removing the cooling, dying wads of cum. I could see and hear again. The girls were rinsing their hands off in a sink and regaining their composure.

“No worries, it’s perfect actually. We know the procedure has worked wonderfully.”

As Jeremy’s erection continued to decrease, I felt myself getting smaller and slumping forward, until I fell to his side. He shifted around and stood up from the examination chair, his pants and boxers still around his ankles. I slid across his leg and over his balls, and my view swung back and forth. I discovered what my default position would be – upside down, being forced to stare at the underside of his ballsack. Great. He bent down to pull his clothes back up. For a moment I dangled above his boxers, swinging around. I could see his firm ass spread beyond the hanging testicles. He grabbed the boxers and pulled them up as he got back to his feet. The fabric surrounded me like a giant circus tent. I heard the waistband snap around his waist as he let go. His hand reached in and grabbed me once more and shifted me down his right leg. He bent down once more to bring his jeans back up. I heard the zipper zip up with a harsh grinding noise. The tight jeans pressed me between Jeremy’s right leg and just below his nutsack. I couldn’t see anything, and all noises were muffled, except for Jeremy’s voice.

“Well, thank you very much ladies. This is going to be very interesting. Six months. Got it, I’ll be sure to come in.”

With that, he began walking. With each step I bounced around slightly as his skin caressed me. Already feeling lower than nothing and completely and utterly humiliated, I wondered what lied in store for me for the rest of the day, let alone, a year.

I had now been trapped in the darkness of Jeremy’s boxers for several hours. From what I could hear in my muffled prison between the right side of his nutsack and his right thigh, Jeremy was sitting at a desk, using a computer, and frequently answering phones. He must be at work. The heat was increasing all around me, causing my “body” to feel hot and a layer of sweat to build up between me and his leg. The sweat layer would probably be unnoticeable to him, but I could feel the fluids drying and hardening around me after not moving or bouncing from this position for close to an hour. Suddenly the muscles in his thighs tightened, compressing me slightly. I was thrust forward and down as Jeremy finally stood up from his seat. I noticed I had remained in the same position instead of swinging downward. I had become stuck to his thigh. I could feel the thigh muscles tighten some more as I heard him let out a powerful moan that reverberated through me. He seemed to be stretching.

After a few moments, he ended his stretch by relaxing his leg muscles and slumped down a bit. I heard a rustling to my right side. Suddenly a wall of fabric appeared around me and squeezed, followed by pulling me away from the thigh. He had reached through his pocket fabric to unstick his penis from his leg. At this moment, I suddenly realized that essentially any time his shaft was squeezed or compressed, varying degrees of pleasure shot through me. After sitting nearly motionless for hours, I hoped he would do it again, but he released me from his grip and I tumbled back down, bouncing and swinging freely once again. The fabric of the boxers began to shift around me, back and forth, ensuring that I fall to the comfortable resting spot to the right of the crotch seam and down his right thigh. I certainly never had to worry about that. I remembered wondering what it would be like to have a massive cock… and, now I was one.

Jeremy’s thigh thrusted backwards away from me, and then back toward me, slamming me into it. He was now walking somewhere. With every footfall, I felt myself bob a little from the force. I heard him greet a few people as he walked, presumably coworkers. He continued walking for a bit, the ambient noise of whatever room he was in. I heard a large, heavy door swing open, followed by the sound of a hand dryer going off. Oh, shit. I realized what was happening. He was going to the bathroom. Somehow, I had forgotten that that would be a part of this situation.

Reaching his destination, Jeremy unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Using both hands, the left one pulled the boxers out and down, tucked under his sack. The other pulled me forward. From my upside-down viewpoint, I could see that I was at the base of a urinal. Great. His giant hand wrapped around me and lifted me up slightly and shook me around. In doing so I could see that we were next to another guy at the adjacent urinal. Jeremy had not bothered getting close enough to the urinal to hide himself, and instead spoke to the man with his penis on display, proudly. The man’s gaze locked directly with mine briefly, not that he had any idea I was there. I wished I could speak or scream for help. After exchanging some small talk, Jeremy stepped closer to the urinal and lifted me up slightly to aim. Then, it happened.

I felt my back inflate with hot fluid rushing through it. The head of his cock exploded open above me, spraying forth his golden stream into the waiting urinal. My assumption was confirmed – just like earlier as he ejaculated and I could taste and smell his cum, I could now taste and smell his urine. I had never tasted urine before, and had never planned to, but now another man’s urine was filling every one of my senses. The sour taste made me want to gag, if I had any reflexes to react with. The stream increased with pressure, causing me to inflate a bit. I could hear the hot liquid splattering harder against the urinal wall than when this began. Jeremy let out a confident, relaxed moan and sigh. “Been holding this in for a while”, he said, possible to himself. Going on 30 seconds, the stream showed no signs of slowing down. Jeremy began using his hand to shift the aim of his cock around, as if writing on the wall with his piss. He let out a satisfied snort at his own antics.

Going on well over a minute, the pressure finally eased off slightly and the piss stream began to slow down. The longer he pissed, the stronger the sour taste and smell built up in my senses. I just wanted it to be over. Something so soothing and relaxing for him was purely disgusting and humiliating to me. The stream trickled down to a light trickle and finally reduced to droplets. The final few droplets did not have enough pressure behind them and slid down across my vision, burning my “eyes” and blurring my vision. Jeremy grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed, thrusting upward, to milk the remaining piss out of him. As his hand reached just below me, he paused, and shook me back and forth violently to remove the rogue droplets of piss. The shaking made me feel sick and disoriented. He squeezed more firmly and aimed downward, slowly inching his grip over top of me. The pressure created from this motion sparked another powerful sensation of pleasure inside me, not unlike what had conspired at the transformation office. With the head of his cock inflated and emptying out the last remaining bit of urine, Jeremy held his cock in this position for a moment.

“Fuck, you feel so good, little dude,” he said.

“I… agree?”, I thought. I wondered if anyone else was still in the restroom, but presumably not.

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight.” With that sentence, he released his grip from me, initiating my limp fall back down to my default view of the underside of his sack. The boxers were lifted over me once again and I returned to the musky, swampy darkness as he zipped up and returned to his desk.

After sitting back down for a few moments, it seemed as though Jeremy had become restless, as he was bouncing his right leg rigorously up and down. His skin caressed me, creating slight tingles of pleasure. Jeremy had clearly made himself horny during his restroom break and was now trying to fight it off as he hammered away at a keyboard above me. I wanted nothing more than for him to return to the bathroom and initiate another orgasm, and it seems that is all he wanted too, but evidently, he had work to finish before the day was over.

Suddenly, the leg shaping came to an abrupt halt. I heard him speak to someone. A female voice responded. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but her tone was flirty and playful. His in return was smooth and confident. I felt myself shifting further down his leg and expanding. This interaction with his female coworker was giving him an erection. I found myself pressing firmly into the fabric of the boxers. Jeremy shifted his seating position, pressing his thighs together to stifle it.

“Jenny brought in cupcakes. They’re in the breakroom. Want to go get one with me?”, the female voice said.

“Uh, no, I’m not hungry and I’ve got to finish this report.”, Jeremy said, with a tone of regret in his voice. He squeezed his thighs harder, compacting me and causing me to contract back down to a soft limp stance.

“That’s too bad. I guess I’ll just eat yours, then!”, the female voice said.

“You would do that, wouldn’t you,” said Jeremy.

The female voice laughed, and I heard her walk away.

“Fuck”, Jeremy emitted under his breath. “I need to get home.”