Tags: MC, MF, MD, GR, HU
Synopsis: Neighbor leaves a harem unattended.
Note: "My Erotic Fiction", which means it cannot be reposted, etc. without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and it is all made up.
Note 2: Dr. D is a member of the loose affiliation of mad scientists, geniuses, nerds, and others called the Secret Sexlabs, Inc. although that detail does not play a real role in this story.
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"Hi, Jack! May I borrow a cup of sperm?"
Jack stared, agape, at the busty brunette bombshell at his door wearing a skimpy lace teddy and holding a coffee cup. When he answered the door just before midnight, he expected a drunk panhandler or something, not this smiling vision of raw erotic beauty.
"Well, I suppose 'borrow' is not quite the right term. Do you have some sperm you can spare? It does not need to be a cup—even a couple teaspoons will help."
Jack rallied with a witty reply. "Uh..."
"Perhaps I could come in? Its a bit cool out here for this outfit." He stood aside, mouth still hanging open, as she passed by him, brushing him with a shapely hip, and helpfully closing his mouth for him. Her touch left him tingling with pleasure. She exuded a cloud of raw sensuality that moved Jack from rigid to quivering.
Jack tried again. "Uh..." Nope. 'Sorry, all synapse pathways are jammed. Please try your call again later.'
"Perhaps we should sit down?" She slid her way onto his couch, tucking a long leg up in a way that immediately locked Jack's barely functioning brain on her barely hidden crotch and away from her large, firm, soft-looking breasts. Somehow he managed to sit as well, barely avoiding falling off the edge of the chair.
"Well, darn. This is not going well, is it?" With a deep sigh, she drew a throw over her abundantly curved form. After a few more ragged heartbeats, Jack's breathing was back to normal and the mental log-jam cleared up a bit.
"Uh..." OK, it did not clear up a lot. Her eyes were a brilliant hazel, huge and almost glowing with a joy of life. Her hair was a living shampoo commercial that shone almost hypnotically in the room's lights. Her...
"Excuse me, but who are you?" He asked in a breathy voice, full of awe.
"I'm actually not sure what my name is." God, her voice was like an angel... reading porn really well!
"Uh..." Great. He was back to that.
"Well, a week ago I was Madelyn Murphy. From across the street?" Jack's befuddled brain got really confused at this. Miss Maddy was a well-past middle-aged woman from across the street and down a few houses. She was short, dumpy, silver-grey, and a bit crotchety. She had a beautiful garden, and baked delicious cookies and banana bread that she brought around every so often.
"Uh...?"
"Then the doc—you know Dr. Demetrius, don't you?" Dr. Eugene Demetrius, or as most of the neighbors thought of him, Dr. Demento, was an old perv that always seemed to be tinkering with stuff in a vaguely unsavory way. He had a lot of visitors but they were all a bit creepy too, like he was hosting some sort of mad scientist-themed party all the time. Heck, some of them even arrived in lab coats and fricking goggles!
"Well, Doc kidnapped me and put me in a box in his garage. It was kind of funny, like from a comic. It was a big cardboard box about the size of a long coffee table with the word 'Transmogrifier' written on the side in crayon, and a cardboard pointer stuck on with a nail. It had things like 'eel', 'baboon', 'bug' and 'dinosaur' written on the side, but he turned the dial to 'hot sex slave' before he put me in and closed the flaps. The box must have just been for his own warped sense of humor, because inside was a smooth metal tank and lots of flashing lights. The tank filled up with some sort of thick foamy stuff, and next thing I know, a chime went off and I was laying in the empty box with all my clothes fitting really badly.
"He opened the flaps and helped me out, and I knew I was different—obviously, I was taller, and more graceful. He just held my hand as I stepped out of the box easily, and before I would have had to struggle to get into it (but, of course, he had just picked me up and dropped me in.) There was a big mirror on the wall he pointed me towards.
"It may not be very humble, but I was smoking HOT! I looked amazing, but really the first thing I noticed was that he messed with my mind. I mean, I remember everything about being Miss Maddy, but it was like it was all a dream. I was young, free of all the aches and pains, my vision was perfect, and, of course, I was beautiful! Visions of hot, sweaty, noisy sex just filled my mind and I just absolutely KNEW that I could give great head, even though Miss Maddy had only had very limited sexual experiences and had never gone down on a guy. I slipped off the remains of the groady stuff I was wearing and just stood there for a moment before I started to touch myself.
"It was amazing! My skin was so soft, and so sensitive! I held my new big boobs, and my nipples popped right up. I played with them for a moment and I swear I could have come just from touching them. Then the doc cleared his throat and I remembered that I was not alone, had been kidnapped, and had been changed against my will. That was when I began to realize how much he had fucked with my mind—I did not care that I was naked in front of my elderly, perverted neighbor of a kidnapper. Heck, being naked felt wonderful! I sort of wondered why I would ever bother with clothes... unless, you know, they were hot, tight, revealing, and sexy.
"He began to chuckle in an evil way as he loosened his pants and dropped them to the floor. I could not take my eyes off his cock. It was probably about five inches long and all wrinkly, even though it was standing up. In my eyes, it looked incredible! My pussy gushed and before I knew it, I was on my knees taking it in. When I touched it to take it in my mouth, I felt a little jolt or buzz of sheer pleasure. I had never had such a wonderful experience as sucking his cock! Warm, tasty, filling—somehow it was just a perfect thing to have in my mouth—but I already knew I wanted it in my soaking wet pussy, too.
"He came in a small, delicious dribble but I swear I was already getting addicted to it. He fell into a nearby couch, exhausted. I was turned on, like someone had turned my dial to 11, but when I tried to cuddle and stroke him to play some more, he told me to sit down, and against my will, my body immediately obeyed.
"As he sat there, wheezing a little, he began to cackle and told me his plans. He was building himself a harem of hotties—adoring slaves who would do anything he asked. The 'Box' (and you could hear him pronounce it with the capital letters) was pretty much automated, using pre-made templates I guess he found through some weird group he belongs to. All he had to do was to dump someone in it and turn it on. It took about a week for the process, then it went into a week-long reclamation process to prepare for the next victim. He had four of the Boxes in the garage and I was the first one out.
"The Box took care of the physical and mental changes, but did not actually enslave anyone. That took three additional steps. First, he touched the victim to 'prime' them. I was primed when I felt that little shock. Priming made me want to go to the next step."
Jack had barely noticed that while she was talking, her hands were moving under the blanket—she was obviously touching herself and her heady musk was filling the room. She had slipped off the couch and crawled over to his chair. She was rubbing her hands up and down his legs and it turned the few brain cells that had finally begin to function back into mush.
"Uh..."
"Shhh... Telling you all this has me so turned on! And you have been sitting here so politely while you had this absolutely delightful woodie pointing at me the entire time. How could I resist it?" She slid her hands into his loose sweat shorts (what passed for his pajamas in warm weather) and found his raging hard on.
"Ummm... want it, need it. Please, Jack, please let me..." Without waiting for permission, which was good, because Jack's brain was locked up again, she pushed a leg of the shorts away and took his six and three-quarters cock (he knew because he measured it and was inordinately glad that it was at least a little over average—but he did cheat a bit while measuring it. Not that she cared at the moment.) in her oh-so-warm and wet mouth. Jack's eyes rolled back and his hips came off the chair. She was fantastic! Incredible! Talented! Amazing! Pretty darn good!
She played with his balls, she stroked his legs and slight belly with delicate strokes from brilliantly red long fingernails. She hummed. She corkscrewed her head and wrapped a thumb and finger around the exposed shaft. It is a good thing that orgasms do not take any real brain-power or she would have been there a really long time. After a bit, Jack came. He gushed. He exploded. He gave her his very all. Damn—it felt like he gave her some of his very soul! She sat beside his legs and began to caress him.
"And that was step two. The DNA in semen begins the bonding process when taken orally. Something about it getting into the bloodstream in the mucous tissues of the mouth. It amped up my sex drive, and made me really, really horny. He just kept rambling on about it, how long it took to develop the process, how brilliant he was for figuring out the brain/blood barrier issues, creating a new type of nanite, and on and on and on. All the while, I just sat there playing with myself. I got REALLY familiar with my new cunny, and it is delightful!
