CHAPTER TWO - TOBY
The lights were bright but out of focus. Gradually the fog dissipated and he became aware of his surroundings. He tried to move to his side to avoid the glare of the lights shining directly in his eyes from the side of his bed. But this wasn’t his bed . . . and he couldn’t move. “What the fuck!” He shouted. He was on his back and his head was immobile in some sort of leather harness and directly overhead was a 52” LCD screen with a full view of his body, his naked body. The view lasted about 90 seconds and then the picture changed to his right side, another 90 seconds or so to his left side, then a view directly down his body from above his head, then between his legs up to his crotch, stomach and chest. There must be five cameras aimed at him. But why, and where the hell was he?
And what was that chattering noise? It sounded like the zoo, the monkey house to be exact, and it was accompanied by the rattling of cages. He saw why he couldn’t move; he was on some sort of gurney, his arms tied at a 45-degree angle from his body with leather straps just above his elbows and wrists. Other leather restraints were across his chest just above his nipples, across his abdomen just above his navel, and three on each leg, at his groin, another just above his knees and the third at each ankle. His legs too were splayed at a 45-degree angle.
He shouted “Help, anybody!” No answer. His mind raced to come up with some answer. He remembered he’d finished studying for Thursday’s chem test at about 10. He’d decided to leave the dorm and walk the short distance into town to Sam’s, the only place that’d serve a beer and wouldn’t card. It was a warm Indian summer kind of day, warm for October. Maybe there’d be a few of his teammates there to shoot the shit before he headed back and hit the sack. As the star quarterback he knew this place, and drinking anywhere, was out of bounds, but he and his buddies felt the occasional beer couldn’t hurt and it felt good to relax and get away from the pressure cooker that was the campus. And after all he had no classes tomorrow. He should have talked Ethan into coming with him.
None of his buddies were there, after all it was a Tuesday night. He remembered the older dude, in his 30s or 40s, older anyway, with some kind of accent, who started up a friendly conversation. He obviously knew his football, and the discussion was friendly and animated. When the man offered to buy a second beer Toby accepted and said he’d return after a quick trip to the men’s room. Right after that things got hazy. He remembered feeling light-headed; it was impossible that he was drunk after one and a half beers. His new acquaintance offered to give him a lift back to the dorm, helped him out to his SUV and that was the last thing he remembered until waking up here. “That guy must have drugged me! But why?”.
And suddenly the animal noises got more frantic and appearing out of the corner of his eye he saw him. A gnome? a troll? a dwarf? and one of the ugliest humans he had ever seen came skittering toward him on tiny legs. His head appeared just above the gurney. He realized the best way to see this bizarre creature was to look at the screen above his head. The huge head was grotesque, a purple birthmark ran down the left side of his face to the corner of his mouth which was pulled down toward his jaw in a permanent grimace. His bulbous nose was covered with pustules, his red eyes dripped tears down his cheeks and his hair consisted of black tufts over an otherwise baldpate.
The rest of his body, except for his short little legs, looked strangely normal. He couldn’t be over four and a half feet tall and was wearing a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off showing heavily muscled arms and shoulders all covered with black hair. Hirsute didn’t even begin to describe him. Black curly hair sprouted from above the neckline of the sweatshirt both in front and back. The view on the screen changed and he saw the gnome climb a small stepladder next to the gurney. He was wearing shorts, his little lower legs also covered with the same curly black hairs. His huge hairy hands were out of all proportion to his size.
From the overhead cam he could now see the gnome holding a cotton swab with one hand and a small bottle with a clear liquid in the other. He poured a bit of the liquid onto the cotton and suddenly grabbed ahold of Toby’s soft cock that lolled quiescently across his left thigh, the circumcision scar encircling the soft pink glans. Toby shouted “Hey!” but the gnome ignored him. He swabbed the boy’s penis on the right side near the root. It felt cool. Next he took a hypodermic needle and withdrew some fluid from a small ampule and before Toby could react injected a fluid into his penis and dropped it unceremoniously. It hadn’t particularly hurt but nonetheless the boy screamed at the violation of one of his most private parts.
The gnome climbed down from his ladder and disappeared. What the hell was going on? He lay there wondering what was going to happen to him. He couldn’t tell if he was more frightened or angry but hot tears streamed down past his blonde sideburns and into his ears. After a few minutes, which seemed like hours, he could feel, and see on the monitor, that something was happening to his cock. From its flaccid 4” it began to inflate and gradually move from his left thigh in an arc over his stomach and ended pointing at his chin. The soft pink head had swelled and become scarlet as it arched over his abdomen and remained suspended over his navel.
His erection had reached its full 7 inches casting a shadow over the thin blonde line of hair leading from his navel to the base of his penis. He was left alone with this hard-on for about a half hour and he had to pee. Badly. Suddenly the ugly little fellow returned and Toby shouted his distress, at which the gnome reached up and with one hand pulled his curving member to point at the ceiling. He squeezed the head, opening the urethra, and with the other squeezed a gelatinous substance into the opening. He dropped the erection with a plop and reached for a long plastic tube on an adjacent table. He lubricated this with the same substance and gently reopened the urethral entrance and slowly slid the catheter into the boy’s penis, Toby’s protests notwithstanding. He aimed the external end of the catheter into a beaker and as the internal end of the tube entered Toby’s bladder urine started to flow filling the beaker. Last night’s beer helped the flow and as it went from flood to a trickle the gnome slowly withdrew the catheter. Evidently no longer being able to stand Toby’s continual yelling at the violations to his body the young man reached for a ball gag on the table and forced it into the boy’s mouth attaching it to the harness around his head. He then reached for a can of shaving foam and, without a pause, smeared it around the base of the boy’s cock and over his scrotum. He then carefully proceeded to shave the soft curly blonde hairs on the boy’s balls and about a half an inch around the base of his cock. Taking a damp rag he wiped the area clean and stood back to admire his work. Next, holding the turgid member in hand he slipped a clear plastic cylinder about 5 inches in diameter and 8 inches long over it, carefully tucking in the ball sack. Holding the tube pointing at the ceiling He reached over to a thermos, unscrewed the cap, and poured a warm viscous pink fluid into the tube. Toby felt the warmth surround his cock and balls as the fluid slowly descended around his privates. It looked like the stuff his dentist had used for the impressions he had taken of his teeth before he’d gotten his braces as a kid. Again he was left alone for about 10 minutes as he felt the goo congeal around his cock and balls. The gnome reappeared and gradually loosened the tube by rocking it back and forth. The motion on his hard cock and around his balls felt strangely sensuous, a feeling Toby tried hard to deny. Suddenly with a loud sucking sound the tube came loose and the little man took it with him and disappeared.
Now for the first time the boy, using peripheral vision, had a chance to take in, in small measure, his surroundings. First looking up beyond the LCD screen the ceiling soared to about 15 feet, was hung with fluorescent fixtures, and crisscrossed with ductwork, wires and electrical cables. To his right he could dimly see a dark wall about 30 feet away with double doors. There were other tables with beakers, test tubes and Bunsen burners boiling a variety of colored liquids, sinks and what appeared to be a number of large plastic waste containers with labels whose writings he couldn’t make out. There were no windows to either the right or left or on the wall opposite.
When he turned his attention to his left, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another gurney about 15 feet away which appeared to hold another body. Given his restricted vision he couldn’t make out any details except that the large human form was covered with a sheet and looked like a dead body that was about to be readied for an autopsy, just like on the TV cop shows.
At this point he heard the doors along the right wall open and saw a tall man dressed in green scrubs and a surgical mask and cap approach. Toby’s muffled cries were unintelligible and the doctor, if that was what he was, paid no attention except to say:
“Hello Toby, I hope you’re resting comfortably. We’re going to perform a couple of procedures here that I’m sure you’re going to find extremely pleasurable. At the same time we’re going to advance the field of biology and artificial intelligence to new frontiers. You’re going to be famous. Ivan bring over that IV.”
Toby recognized the voice of his interlocutor at the bar with the soft middle European accent. With that the troll appeared on his left side and wheeled over the IV trolley. The “doctor” in turn moved a large black box on wheels with wires and a protruding large cone. He turned a large crank on the side until the box was raised to the same level as the gurney, and pointed the cone at Toby’s genitals.
“This is a IMGI, an Internal Male Genital Imaging scanner, and I guarantee you will feel nothing while we’re using it. But it will give us an excellent view of the physical changes which will be taking place within your body as we proceed.”
Toby was frozen with fear as the man flipped a switch and the image on the monitor above his head flickered and filled with an image of his tumid penis. His now hairless ball sac which hung low between his legs, pulled up tightly to his body as if attempting to protect its contents. Gradually the picture dissolved and he realized he was looking at an interior image of his genitals. He could see all the tubes, cords and organs that made up his reproductive system, although he had only a rudimentary understanding of their various functions.
“I’m sure you’d like to know what we’re doing here and I’ll enlighten you as best I can . . . up to a point. The only thing I’m unable to tell you at this time is the “why”. First, we’ve chosen you because at 19 (we checked your wallet) you’re at a prime age for producing spermatozoa and we need it. A lot of it.”
The man in green reached for the IV and pulled down a small, coiled plastic tube that was attached to a plastic bag filled with a purplish liquid. He gently lifted Brian’s still rigid penis, softly squeezed the glans and gradually inserted the end of the tube about a half an inch into the now open urethra. He reached up and turned a spigot at the base of the plastic bag and the viscous purple liquid gradually descended down the length of the tubing to the head of the waiting cock.
“The liquid you see is an ASPRM or an Accelerated Spermatozoa Regeneration and Maturation fluid. As you’ll see and feel it’s going to greatly speed up and expand your capacity to produce sperm and semen. I think you’ll be pleased with the results.”
As he watched in terror the liquid reached the dilated urethra opening and entered his glans. He wanted to close his eyes but couldn’t tear them away from the monitor. The IMGI showed the liquid changing from purplish to phosphorescent as it entered the urethra, but the change in the urethra itself was mesmerizing. As if it were a hungry mouth making room for a meal his cum slit circumference increased from less than an inch to a full 1½ inches. Likewise, in order to accommodate this expansion, the now purple glans swelled by an inch to about 7 inches around at the corona. But it didn’t stop at the glans. As the fluid gradually descended down the rigid penile column the urethra continued to expand. And as he watched in fascination the girth of his penis grew in the same ratio reaching a full 6 1/2 inches in circumference. The liquid continued its relentless descent past the ball sack and down his interior perineum stretching it in an arc the size of half a quarter.
“Let me explain what’s happening Toby. As your can see the circumference of your penis has expanded which suits our purposes but the length will remain the same. However, you have nothing to be ashamed of in that dimension. Your 7 inches or so will be quite appealing to any partner. Likewise your other internal reproductive organs, the ones used for semen and sperm production, will also expand. You can see on the screen the ASPRM fluid is already proceeding down inside your perineum and heading up towards your Cowper’s glands. Look, they’re trebling in size from about the size of a pea to that of a small cherry tomato. You’ll now produce pre-cum in enormous quantities.”
Toby was only aware of a slight tingling sensation, not at all unpleasant. If he were honest about it, it was in fact making him horny. The doctor continued his running commentary.
“The fluid is now passing through the prostate, past your ejaculatory ducts and on to the seminal vesicles. Note how these glands too are expanding and will produce more of the rich semen which will nourish the increased amount of spermatozoa which your testicles will produce for us.”
Produce for US?!!” Toby shouted into his ball gag. But of course it was only a muffled cry to the doctor.
“Now the fluid is flowing through the vas deferens . . . look how the tubes are expanding which will accommodate the increased flow of sperm. Now past the epididymae, look at them grow. There it goes into your testes and now you’ll be able to see the other external effects of the ASPRM. This development took me several years to perfect. The monkeys that you hear chattering were my test animals. You’ll be happy to hear we didn’t lose a one although several experiments resulted in some rather interesting anomalies. One poor fellow must drag around his scrotum on the ground. But not to worry, although you’re our first human test subject we are totally confident of the outcome.”
Toby had now gone from fear to panic. This man was obviously mad, and he, Toby, was a guinea pig. He watched in horror as his balls grew from the size of stuffed Super Colossal olives to the shape and size of large ripe Mission figs, and the sac grew to accommodate them. Now his low hangers were literally that. From a relaxed 4 inch sac, it now hung down a very plumped up 6 inches.
The doctor seemingly satisfied with his experiment reached up and turned off the liquid flow.
“Now, I think you need some rest my boy. We’ll be back in an hour and continue.” and with that he reached over to the table for a hypodermic needle and syringe and injected the boy with a sedative that put him instantly to sleep.
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