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Gay ConversionWe are in the back of the taxicab on the way back to his motel room. Our mouths are locked together, our tongues wrapping around each other. He salivates and I swallow his juices which ignite a new and exciting desire in my body.I am a happily married man with a beautiful wife. I can’t stop. I don’t want to.How had we met? At the convention, in the bar of the hotel. What had we talked about? I can’t remember. His name is Greg and the rest I don’t care. The desire was instantly physical and washed over me within a minute of him striking up a conversation, wiping out any objections. I was a different person. I could no longer control myself. He made the suggestion I wanted him to make. Sitting together in the well-used space of the cab it was almost automatic to engage, intertwine and explore each other.The cab pulls up and we are out. Behind the door of his room we urgently strip each other. I know I will do anything for him, allow him to do anything to me, just so I was the person he was doing it to. I am his slave. Nothing else matters.We are naked. My cock is stiff, as is his. I reach out to touch it, start getting on my knees when he stops me.“Wait”, is all he says as he walks to the bed. His sculpted body is perfect, uniformly tanned, not over-muscled. He stretches out his arms and arches his back. His skin glistens as it if it has been oiled. A scent of musk fills the room. I inhale lungfuls of this sweet aroma. He crawls on to the bed. I see the round muscle in his perfect butt and I understand what I need to do. Spreadeagled on the bed, he looks over to me and says “Now”. It is all I need.I play the part he wants perfectly. His skin is shiny and slick and he is wide open. I lay my legs along his and push myself deep into his rectum as he gives out a long breath. His ass muscles grip me as I probe further with my hardened engorged cock. I am locked into his body and I grunt as I fight his grip to get deeper in. I grab his shoulders to give me traction. I want this connection so much and more. The scent of musk from his skin is intense and I start licking the back of his neck to get his taste inside me. He has a vertical scar there and I run my tongue along it. It parts and my tongue is inside him. Something I can’t seen pushes into my mouth and start pumping a thick sweet-tasting juice and I automatically swallow it. I feel his fluids moving slowly down my throat and my hips buck and spasm involuntarily.I don’t care what is going on. I don’t care what is happening to me. I can’t stop. I don’t want to.Every time I thrust, more of this juice spurts into my mouth. I lose track of time. All I am is this cock, these hips rocking and pushing against the slick grip of his ass muscles. Then I come.My whole body shakes uncontrollably as I pump my own juices into him. The orgasm spreads through my body, every part of me is having this orgasm. I am this orgasm. I forget my name, who I am, everything as my muscles keep pumping. And still the orgasm goes on. It numbs me to other sensation. I feel my rectal muscles squirming and trying to push through my anus. I want to be beaten or whipped just so I can feel something, anything as strong as this. I start gurgling and moaning with pleasure as the fresh sensations of pleasure rip through my body. I sweat profusely and almost choke on the juices I am swallowing, I can’t keep up. How long does it last? What am I pumping? Perhaps, I think, he is pumping something into me. Anything seems possible.His muscles relent and I slide off. I can’t move. My cock is still stiff. My mouth is still full of this juice and I gulp it down. He stands up and rubs the back of his neck.I struggle to speak as I lick the thick fluid off the roof of my mouth. I feel my cock collapsing. Post-orgasm, it feels like a line has been drawn in my life between rolling on him and rolling off. Nothing that happened before seems important. I am broken to the will of this man. I belong to him, mind and body. He could do anything to me and I would like it and want it more. I try to speak, to tell him that he controls me that he can do whatever he wants with me and that I want him to do so.“Shhh,”, he says. “Let’s go and see my wife.”I silently stare ahead as Greg drives, because he told me to. I can still feel his tight asshole on the shaft of my cock. We arrive at single-story track housing in a featureless suburb. He gets out and opens the car door for me. His wife is at the door in a black cocktail dress. She is as tanned and fit as her husband and has the same piercing blue eyes. She stares at me. I look away. I can’t work out what she is thinking. Does she know? Has she guessed? I fucked her husband less than an hour ago and I obey him unquestioningly. Just thinking about it make me start to go stiff again.We enter the house as he introduces her to me. Her name is Emily. He bades me sit on the sofa in the lounge. They talk in a strange sing-song language to each other. She lifts up the front of her dress, parts her legs and he sticks two fingers into her pussy. I watch all this dully and impassively, as if I am not there. She nods as he takes his fingers out and licks them clean. Emily reaches down the the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head in one clean move. She is naked underneath, shaven with an unbroken and even tan. Her nipples are erect. Her clit is out of its hood. I start to go stiff again. Greg tells me to stand and strip and starts to undress as well. I see Emily walk into the bedroom and flex her body and then her skin is glistening in the lamplight. Greg takes my hand the leads me to her.Emily lies on the bed and spreads her legs. Her breathing is even. Greg pats me on the butt and points at his wife. “She’s ready.”, is all he says. “I’m wet, come fuck me.”, says Emily.I crawl on the bed and mount her. She is slick and smooth and I grunt as I fuck her, ramming my cock deep into her pussy. I see Greg move behind me. I feel something warm and wet on my asshole which lightly burns the skin and my ass muscle stretches until it hurts. I look around and see Greg spurting gouts of come over my ass from his thick cock. He fingers his come inside me, moving in time to my rhythmic pounding of his wife. I am wide open to him and I indicate I want him inside. He climbs on top of me and I feel his stiff flesh opening me up. I feel complete, perfect, finished, with a sense of absolute belonging. I can’t stop. I don’t want to.Emily puts her mouth on mine and we lock tongues and I drink her juices down. My body reacts again and my hips start bucking outside of my control. Greg’s cock fills my ass and I feel a warm stinging as he stretches my ass with his thrusts. Emily’s hard nipples dig into my chest. Greg grabs his wife’s hips to force me deeper inside her as she grabs mine to do the same. He starts speaking in this keening sing-sing language again. And Emily pulls her head away from me to do the same. Then I come, pumping my juices into Emily. Greg starts coming filling me up to bursting point.. I feel Emily’s muscles squeeze me. The spasm of pleasure fills my body, and the cramps I feel as Greg’s come pushes out of my rectum and deeper into me is a relief from this non-stop pleasure. Again I feel that Emily is pumping something into me through my cock like Greg did earlier, but I don’t care. I will never care about anything ever again.My breath is raw and ragged. I hear a ticking on the bedside table. It is not a clock but a cigar box or some such. The lid opens and out crawls crab-like creature. It scuttles off the table, along the bed and up my arm. I look at it as it does so. This is not my body, I think. I am just an orgasm right now. Nothing else maltepe escort matters. It can do what it wants. It crawls up to the back of my neck, its legs pricking my skin as it does so, a welcome contrast to this non-stop whole-body orgasm I am having. I look round. Emily is watching me with amusement. I feel the creature cutting in to the back of my neck. I don’t mind. I feel the new opening it is forming in my body as it slides something in me. The something slithers up my spine and I feel a pressure at the back of my head. I reach back to feel the opening it made in me. It is a slightly moist seam in my skin. Emily looks past me to Greg and says something in the strange language. Greg replies and he pulls out of me, pumping more of his juices into my rectum to fill me up as he does so. I feel my own muscles pushing the hot come into my body. Emily pushes me off her. The orgasm carries on. I can’t move. I don’t want to.They keep talking in this keening language as they walk away. The orgasm fades away slowly. The pressure on the back of my head lessens and spreads. I feel something new. I can feel the curves and folds of my own brain I have tendrils in my head, hundreds of them, and I can move them inside my body . I feel a blood vessel with a tendril and join with it. I can feel my own pulse from the inside. I stretch more of these tendrils down through me. It is a wonderful new set of sensations. I can explore my own body from the inside. The tendrils expand, as if they had been deflated and folded for a thousand years. I want to touch all of my insides, to spread them all through my body. I want to tell Greg and Emily what is happening to me. I see something on the bed. It is the crab-like creature, or at least its shell it is now clearly empty. It is fragile and brittle and begins to crumble under my touch, no matter how gentle I am.The keening language Greg and Emily are using begins to have meaning. I begin to understand it. The different rising and falling notes so intricate and detailed, subtle nuances each having a distinct meaning when combined. It is a language of sensations. I begin to feel Emily’s breasts, her stiff nipples, her engorged clitoris, the pounding sensations of her pussy when I was fucking her, Greg’s fingers inside her. Greg’s speech is about his fucking my body, I feel the inside of my rectum from his cock’s sensations, his fingers on my ass muscles, how his rectum felt as I was fucking him and the delicate tendrils he inserted into my cock slit to pump his juices into me, how he kept my orgasm going for an age. Then I start the keening myself. It is so simple, yet subtly complex. I stand and look down at my body, understanding it for the first time, how it works, how I can change it.I walk into the lounge. Greg and Emily are sitting there, cross-legged on the floor talking in this language. Our clothes have been neatly folded into piles. I convey the sensations, being fucked and fucking, Greg’s come filling my ass. Emily’s tendrils in her pussy reaching into my cock and filling my bloodstream with her juices, making me ready for implantation. My tendrils reach down into my digestive system and drink up the come Greg pumped into me. It is bliss. I want more.Emily stands and walks to the kitchen, keening all the time. I see through her eyes as she takes a pressure cooker off the stove opens it and pours some ice water in to too cool it down. I smell the complex organic chemistry. I can see how the molecules fit and I understand this is my nourishment. Like Greg, I crouch and spread my ass cheeks and open myself up. Emily enters with the cooling mixture in the pan. She takes a handful and shoves it into my asshole. My tendrils grab the mixture and direct it towards a larger tendril with an opening which swallows the mixture. My body stiffens as it responds to the feeding. I feel glands in the tendril moving the mixture through my body. Emily shoves some more mixture into my asshole. I keen with pleasure as each handful enters me. The nourishment is enough for me to start growing more tendrils and other organs. I stand as Emily bends over and start feeding her through the ass, wiping the excess from her anus and pushing it into her rectum. The together, we feed Greg.Greg tells me his story as we fill his asshole. There had been a meteor as he was driving alone on a dark Interstate. The electrics in his car had failed and he had just been able to pull over to the side before the car stopped. It had been a shallow impact and the track had been easy to follow. The meteor itself was about the size of a football. He had touched it and found he could not let go. In fact after a while he wanted to touch it more. He could not stop. He didn’t want to. The ball inserted needles into his fingers and he felt a mild electric charge. He fund he could not control his muscles. A tube projected out of the ball and he placed his mouth over it and let it pump fluid into him. The tube retracted and then he placed the ball on the back of his neck. When it was over. He drove home to implant his wife.“There is one of our kind left in the ball.”, keens Emily.“We will implant my wife.”, I say. It is obvious she was to be next. She would not stop us. She would not want to.I feel my new form flowing inside my body as I drive. The final implanter rattles around its spherical container. I should have thought I would know what it was called after I had been implanted myself, but I don’t. I’m in the car with Greg and Emily. We cannot take the risk of flying to my house and having the last implanter detected. So I drive through the night. I am not tired. I don’t think I will be ever tired again.Implanting some random man or woman a bit closer was out of the question. It had to be my wife. I love my wife. So I must do this to her so she can be like me. I sense that there is something else I need to do, but I can’t quite work it out yet. I am waiting for some new instinct to kick in. I can feel it on the edge of my thoughts. A desire, but it is not clear.We turn off the freeway to stop and feed ourselves on a deserted side-road. Naked from the waist down and bent over the the car’s trunk with their legs apart and their asses in the air, Greg and Emily whine with pleasure as I stuff the food up their assholes, their modified anal muscles greedily grabbing the chunks out of my hand. Emily purrs as I stroke her shiny anus with two fingers. Then it is my turn. My trousers around my ankles, I reach out with my reconfigured asshole to take the food from Emily’s hands, fondling her fingers as I do so. It feels so good as the nutrition passes through me and is absorbed in my new innards and spreads through my body. I could feed myself, we all could. But this is the way my species do these things. It is pitched dark. We can see perfectly.Greg teaches me how we control the humans. The mind is like a huge mixing desk, like those in recording studios, but with thousands of settings. We can taste the humans on the air, all their minute body secretions and we tailor the chemicals we create. So we can push up some settings, love, lust, desire, group mentality, obedience, and depress others, individuality, free will, fear. All these human reactions are just a combination of brain chemicals. He suggests I try it out when we next stop.We stop at a service station on the freeway and I pump gas into the tank. The smell of the hydrocarbons is intense. No-one else there seems to notice. I have done this hundreds of times before, but it feels like it is the first time. Everything I do feels like it is the first time, at once strange and familiar. I feel new and old simultaneously. It does not bother me. escort maltepe Nothing bothers me.In the shop the attendant tells me how much to pay. His speech seems so slow, plodding to me, a sequence of unsophisticated grunts and clicks that take an age to formulate a simple concept. I hand the cash to him. I have never seen its kind before. The whole transaction using these paper and metal tokens seem strange. I sense the various organic chemicals that make up his body, the different hormones and neurotransmitters that regulate and control him. They are as distinct as the expression on his face. I can read his mood, the suppressed anger, controlled frustration, diverted lust. I know what he has eaten, drunk, inhaled and injected. I am aware of the way his body is destroying the tiny tumours that are erupting inside him and that it will soon be giving up the fight.I get the change and go through the slow verbal formalities of the transaction. It is an effort to speak this way now.There is a woman holding a wire basket wearing a tight-fitting dress strolling around the aisles. I smell the recent sex on her body and the brain chemicals that are still lighting her up. It seems so simple. I emit a cloud of complex molecules from my skin pores and watch as shopkeeper and customer both absorb them. I see the electrical activity in their brains alter, the different behavioural chemical levels change until their neurons trip like a line of dominoes, suppressing higher mental functions, triggering primal imperatives. Wordlessly, they fall on each other with synchronised desire. I leave them greedily fucking on the tiled floor behind the counter. The woman’s dress is hiked up above the waist and she holds her legs up and apart in the air. The clerk’s butt moves up and down to repeatedly to thrust his stiff cock deep inside her wet and willing snatch. It seems so easy.We drive on. Greg and Emily stare ahead and say nothing. We need to conserve our energy.It is early morning when we get to my home-town. We stop at a large store are get several cuts of meat, various cleaning solvents, a bag of ice, a blender, a couple of pressure-cookers and a twin hotplate. I buy a copy of the Wall Street Journal. I drop off Greg and Emily at a motel and drive home.I park the car in the garage, blend the ingredients, and load up the pressure cookers with them and set them on the hotplate. The ice goes into the chest freezer.My wife is still asleep. I read the Wall Street Journal, scanning a page every second and taking it all in. I could spend the whole day reading out the stock prices from memory. I have never read it before. It seems so obvious to me now how the statistics and news interact with each other. It is, after all, a closed and finite system, the flow of money from losing businesses to winning ones is clear. All the graphs now make sense to me. How I previously thought the rises and falls were erratic and random is now a mystery. I fire up my computer and sign up for a brokerage account and empty our bank account into it. I set up a few trades. I will be a millionaire before sunset.I stare at the photos on the walls. At first I do not recognise the man in the couple as me. The woman is a stranger.I hear my wife stirring and walk to the bedroom. She only has a few hours of humanity left. I want that to be the best for her. I could use my chemicals to seduce her mind and control her. But I won’t.“Helen,”, I say to her softly at the foot of the bed. She is familiar to me intimately, but it is also like I have never seen her before. In a few hours this will no longer matter.“Mmm”, she says and rolls over. I taste her body chemicals on the air. She masturbated last night. I can sense her circulation and the electrical activity of her nervous system. She is ecompletely exposed to me. She has no more secrets. “You’re back early,” she says. To me now she talks in a primitive and slow manner with these rudimentary noises, but I know this is normal speech.I undress and get into the bed, stroking her softly. She seems like alien flesh to me. I have more knowledge of Greg and Emily’s bodies than I have of hers. Her eyes have that a****l dullness I have only started noticing in other people. “I have to get up now”, she says.“No, you don’t”, I say. I start massaging the right points and she sighs with pleasure. She has never been touched like this. She is a diagram of nerve endings and automatic responses and I work my way around them. I sense the chemical changes in her brain as her neurons trip in secession. She is becoming more relaxed and aroused at the same time. Her breathing becomes deeper. This is all physical, I am not chemically changing her, she is doing this to herself. She grabs my right hand and moves it between her legs, pushing my fingers inside her wet pussy. I know exactly where to touch her and what this will trigger in her body, building up her desire one nerve ending at a time. Eventually she can wait no more. “Now.”, she says between sobs of pleasure. “Fuck me now.”She does not resist as I pull her by her legs to the edge of the bed and lay them on my shoulders as I penetrate her. My big stiff cock pounds her insides with a constant rhythm, focusing on the nerve clusters that send the strongest signals to her brain. I see the neurotransmitters and receptors light up with every cock-thrust.I suddenly realise I have forgotten how to make love to my wife. I am just methodically and completely fucking this woman. I don’t know her any more. She is just something to be fucked well. We have been married for five years. We love each other.I am relentless. I show no mercy. There is no love here, no passion. It is all mechanical. Stimulus and response. She orgasms once and then again. I do not want to stop. I want to give her the ordeal of non-stop pleasure. I turn her over and take her doggy-style. Coating my fingers in her pussy juices, I start massaging her anus, easing the tight muscle open. She has another orgasm. Her asshole grips my fingers and she gasps as I move my fingers in and out in time to her body spasms. I manufacture muscle stimulants from my body chemicals and secrete them through my fingers and she cries out as her anus springs wide open and strains to stay there. She grabs my cock and forces it into her asshole, grunting with lust and pain as she makes her insides yield to me. I push myself in slowly and deliberately, stretching her fragile rectum and filling her up, rhythmically and slowly probing deeper to her most sensitive spots. She masturbates herself vigorously with her free hand, grunting with the desire of release. I feel warm wetness of her ejaculated juices as her rectal muscles lock me into her ass. She lets me go and collapses on the bed. My mouth tentacles clean my fingers and then I lie down beside her and stroke her hair and kiss her. She is covered in sweat. She takes shallow breaths and wordlessly stares at me as if she has never seen me before. Her eyes betray defeat and desire.She stands and walks to the full-length mirror and examines herself. She walks as if her asshole and pussy are separate, but attached to her. Her juices drip to the floor from her swollen pussy lips. Her dilated asshole looks well-travelled and suddenly closes in on itself. She gently touches her nipples and then her pussy. “You fucked my brains out, Dave.”, she says dully, without turning. “I don’t know any more.” I lie on the bed.“I’m sorry, Helen.”, I say. Sorry that I have forgotten her body and just used her. Sorry that the last hours of her existence as a human are coming to an end.“Don’t be.”“Take the day off. Call in sick”“Okay.”, she says automatically and continues staring maltepe escort bayan at herself in the mirror. I have broken her.I can’t stop what is going to happen to her. I don’t want to. She won’t either. Neither of us have any choice any more. People can be controlled just by being well-fucked with the promise of more. How easy is it for them to surrender when their pleasure centres are stimulated. Perhaps they have always been herding creatures, wanting to surrender but held back by a sense of identity and it is just about finding the right way to do so that confirms with this.I walk to my computer and check the stock prices. They are exactly where I expect them to be. I have already made several hundred thousand dollars.I hear Helen calling in sick and then the shower starts. I join her in there and we wash and then towel each other. She dresses in a white cotton dress, no bra, no underwear. I lie to her about Greg and Emily, a business contact and his wife whom I have invited to go out to dinner. She accepts everything I tell her with a nod of her head. Previously she would have argued. They are coming here first so we can go together. Soon there will be no need to lie to her. She will know everything.I spend the day buying the equipment and supplies for our base. We need to produce our nourishment in larger receptacles than pressure cookers. I hack into a university website and download course materials in chemistry. I read two thousand pages in half an hour.We need breeding grounds. The house is too small; I locate a light industrial site. It’s on the outskirts of town and I arrange to view it tomorrow. The customised stock ticker advances on schedule. Three quarters of a million dollars so far. There will be a dip later today as profits are taken by some investors ahead of closing time and then it will pick up for those that do not conduct after-hours trading.Helen walks in and brushes her thigh against my arm as I type. I finger her pussy with one hand and type with the other for a while. She does not mind. I stand, lift her dress over her head, walk her to the bedroom and fuck her for an hour. We take another shower and I press her up against the wall and fuck her hard. She comes twice. I see the fading tile-marks on her back as she dresses for a dinner she will never have.The tile-marks are gone before Greg and Emily arrive. Helen is wearing a backless red Lycra dress with no underwear. Her erect nipples stretch the fabric at front as she stares vacantly at the news channel. She does not care.It is time. Greg and Emily arrive. I suggest they need a drink after their long drive and ask Helen to fetch them some ice water from the fridge. She walks to the kitchen and Emily follows. I look at Greg. There is nothing yet to say. Through the hatch I see the reflection of the women embracing. I sense the chemicals that have wiped away most of Helen’s inhibitions and accelerated her lust. I hear the women walking to the bedroom. Greg and I wait for three minutes, then we stand and follow them. Greg carries the sphere holding the implanter.The women are naked. Emily sits on the edge of the bed. Helen kneels on the floor. Her head is buried between Emily’s thighs, linking out her pussy and lapping up her juices. She holds Emily’s legs apart as Emily hold on to her head, pushing it and manoeuvring it like a spherical sex toy deep into her snatch. She releases her hold as we walk in. Helen pauses and glances up at me, her expression remains one of desire and determination.“Uh-mmm-I, mmm, can’t , uh, stop-mmm.”, she says as she tries to use her tongue to talk and fuck at the same time. “I-uh, don’t-mmm, want-mmm to-mmm.”. These are the last things she will say as a human.A stream of Emily’s pussy juices hit Helen in the eyes. She blinks them in, her mascara streaming down her cheeks. More pussy juices follow and Helen moves her mouth to catch and urgently swallow them down. The implanter’s sphere is placed on a bedside table. Greg and I calmly undress. Helen does not notice. She brushes Emily’s juices from her cheek and onto her tongue.I erect myself and walk over to my wife a shoot a stream of come onto her face. She looks at me in surprise and wonderment. I manufacture chemicals inside my body and direct them to the fingers of my right hand. I grab Helen’s hair with my left hand and wrench her away from Emily’s pussy and run my chemical-soaked fingers round the inside of her mouth, paralyzing her jaw muscles. I squirt more come into her open jaw, which she greedily swallows. She takes my cock into her mouth and desperately sucks on it. I come again and again and I see her throat bobbing up and down as she rapidly takes down what I give her. I keep coming.I begin to keen my sensations, the new vocal chords in my reconfigured throat using hypersonic frequencies for greater depth and detail. Greg joins in has he lifts up my wife by the hips. Through his eyes I see his hands stretch apart her butt and his stiff cock shoot a load of come onto her tight asshole, which springs open and stays there as Greg works his juices deeper inside her. Helen’s body shivers at being opened up this way and she moans even louder. I feel Greg’s cock sliding into Helen’s willing rectum and beginning to fill her up with more loads of come.Emily moves herself until she is under my wife as her voice joins in chorus with ours. She extends tentacles from her mouth into Helen’s pussy, wrapping a fleshy tendril around her clitoris and enveloping her labia. I feel tiny stalks moving through the flesh of Helen’s vagina and feeding chemicals into her capillaries. She is being prepared for implantation. We surround her, penetrate her, feed her like three components of a single multi-jointed creature, adjusting her mindlessly willing body to allow us to fertilise it with our alien flesh.She is ready. We trigger a succession of orgasms and her body collapses as her thoughts are dominated by non-stop pleasure. We carry her to the bed. Still keening, Greg and Emily leave the room and wait for us. I lie down next to my wife. Absorbed in her endless pleasure, she looks straight through me.The implanter bursts from the sphere as it senses that it has a prepared body. It crawls quickly over Helen’s back, leaving pinpricks of blood from its pointed legs until it arrives at the back of her neck. Helen instinctively leans her head forward as it begins to dig, the blood being sucked up before it stains the sheets by a dozen tendrils that erupt from the implanter’s shell. The shell itself splits in half as the implanter slowly thrusts its wet grey flesh into Helen’s head until all that is left is a shiny thin gash on the back of her neck. I finger my own gash, my grey flesh squeezing my fingers as I probe deeper into my head. The lifeless shell rools off Helen and crumbles to dust on the sheets between us.The come drips from Helen’s vacant mouth and I scoop it back in. She starts blinking rapidly and her body shakes. She closes her mouth and swallows, the skin on the throat rippling in a way it never has before. I start to keen again as I stroke her hair. And then she joins me. Through her multi-frequency song I feel her breasts, her erect nipples, the memory of her orgasm, her well-used pussy and anus, the new parts of her body stretching out through her insides feeding on the juices Greg and I pumped into her.She stands, confident and complete, and walks in the lounge and joins in Greg and Emily’s keening. I go into the garage and prepare our food.I bring the pressure cookers with their ice-cooled contents into the lounge. Bent over, our asses in the air, we form a circle around them. I feed Helen, while Emily shoves the nourishment into my willing rectum. Greg’s anal muscles greedily grabs the food from Helen’s hands. We wail and sing our pleasure. Soon, Helen’s anus will be able to form more complex shapes as her flesh is reconfigured. I am getting my wife back.

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