Up close, I could process my own body’s predicament in full. A tentacle stretched down his throat, fat and surging. Below, I saw his hairless asshole was taking a beating from two large, blunt pseudopods. They coiled around each other, taking turns to dive deep into his manhole without giving his ring a second of rest. His ass looked unrecognizable; his hole had prolapsed around the cruel instruments, plush and puffy like a pillow. He’d widened impossibly to accommodate the intruders, and the rippling skin on his stomach revealed how deep the tentacles reached. A final tentacle extended down the length of his cock. While not as thick as the others, it was still close to the circumference of his unstretched penis. The sounding tentacle must have slowly inflated over time, forcing his urethra open. It looked like this particular tendril was slowly surging in and out of his cock at a rate of one cycle per 5 seconds.
“How… how can he be me?”
My dominator spoke. “He is where you came from. The seed. Human bodies are not fit to be envoys. I have grown you this new one.”
“But, I remember-”
“Your memories were encoded by the ether. You were incubated in those memories. Now, you are a copy of what he was, but embellished with the talents of my people. A biological upgrade.”
A biological upgrade. I looked down at myself. Not much had changed, save the larger cocks that swung between my legs. But things started to make sense: the pod I awoke in, the umbilical cord attached to me. I could see through the ether now, and conjure the image of my dominator by drinking from it. This was a different body.
“Am I a clone?”
“You are the offspring of yourself. Spermatozoa harvested from him, implanted into an empty cell of my own to create a male ovum. Once planted in his own body, we fed it his sperm to fertilize your superior zygote. Inserted, carried, extracted, and grown in my colony’s hatchery.”
I remembered the spongy clump of goo that had adhered to the inside of my ass, a synthetic male womb that held my own budding form. During the breeding-lock, this body had birthed my own.
He continued, “Genetically ensured compatibility. You are well poised to excel as my envoy, an extension of my body that can procure any necessary resources. This is the workforce that brought you here, and the workforce that you will soon join.”
Workforce? Recollections of my high-tech processing flooded my mind’s eye. Those miles of tunnels… all a project undertaken by the humans who served these beings, their dominators. I looked around the ether room wondrously. “Where are we really?”
He smiled. “The bottom of the ocean. More accurately, below the bottom. Our sedentary colony has spread wide by leveraging the abilities of humans like you, disguised under a blanket of silt and sand. While we must stay here, our envoys can explore far and wide for materials or men, whichever is necessary.”
My eyes sparkled. It was like I already knew everything, I just hadn’t put it together yet. My life’s purpose was finally clear. My own thoughts and impulses, suddenly filtered through the lens of my dominator, was evidence enough of my transhumanism.
“And now?” I asked.
“Now,” my dominator leered, “this human body will be entombed in the genetic hold. It is a great honor; much of the colony’s resources go to sustaining seeds, fulfilling the sacred agreements between dominator and human. You are not truly my envoy until you deliver him to his resting place.”
“But he’s…” I cast my eyes back to my own body. I could see his twitches and convulsions. His body was breaking around the tentacles, which seemed to have livened up in anticipation. “He’s… me.”
“The seed is given the gift of pleasure. For the entirety of your gestation, he’s received stimulation beyond all human satisfaction. He’ll continue to do so in the genetic hold, mingling with other seeds in their unending pleasure. He is satisfied. Now, you are given the honor of being my envoy.”
I grimaced. He was me, up to a point. Our timelines diverged once I—we—fell into the ether pool. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t fair that I got to live on.
“I have a mental gift,” my dominator lilted. “That might assuage your worries.”
As he said it, the tableau of the golden colosseum materialized in front of my eyes. I took form atop a staircase, looking down on a dais set in the open pit of the stadium. There, I saw my dominator, rippled with powerful and inhuman masculinity, pounding the shit out of me. I was moaning around his cock, greedily thrusting my face towards his shaft. My hole leaked viscous fluid, and there was more where that came from judging by the hairless human’s bulging belly. The creature’s cum coated the dais in a clear sheen, playing with the bright white sunlight. He stroked his spare cock languidly as he invaded my stretched asshole with his meaty fingers, fluid overflowing past his knuckles.
I looked around the enclosure, eying a number of other dominators and their envoys. Each shaved man was like me, cocks sprouting in twos. My twin cocks were already expanding below me. They didn’t seem to pulse like my human dick did; instead, they swelled continuously as they inflated with my ether-infused blood. The bare root of my organs surged, each shaft stretching away from the other in their rigidity. My submissive human equivalent, splayed on the dais below me, was the only being in the colosseum with a solitary cock.
I started to walk down the stairs, eying my dominator as he plugged the human seed’s hole with his spare cock. The body below him seemed to rejoice in the unnatural pressure on his organs. I internalized that this version of myself had been receiving constant stimulation for the entire time my dominator created me. His unthinking eyes were hazy with submission. His dick, rubbed-red and drooling cum, had rebuilt its sexuality around his dominator’s partnership.
At the foot of the stairs, my dominator turned his attention from the man-turned-fucktoy and met my eyes. Compared to our past gazes, he looked to me with understanding. The ordinarily aloof image of my dominator was, in this moment, looking at me me with the eyes of a friend. This is what it is to be an envoy, I thought.
I accepted his hand and pulled my weight up the chest-high podium. I felt the cool slip of my dominator’s cum underfoot. I felt the overwhelming urge to fall to the floor and coat my cocks with the sticky goo, but I contained the impulse. There would be time for that. My dominator leaned down into my ear. “Do you now see that this is what’s best for the seed?”
I basked upon my own body, groaning with pleasure as it laid face-up on the surface. It seemed to be collecting wakes of the sticky seed around it, waving its arms through the gel as if it was making snow angels. It lazily pushed the liquid towards its gaping hole. I was amazed at how hot I looked like this, brain completely fucked into putty following its onslaught of pleasure.
“Yes, I see now,” I agreed. There really was no purpose for this version of himself. Any servitude was rendered useless through the breed-lock. His mind had become too accustomed to pleasure to endure its absence. “And he’ll continue like this? For how long?”
“In the genetic hold, his mind and body will be maintained in a state of bliss for generations to come. No seed is ever switched off—their lifetime is the colony’s lifetime. They are functionally immortal.”
I looked at the body with wicked eyes. He was already so… rewired. I couldn’t imagine how much more broken he’d become with years and years of pleasure ahead of him.
“Master, all of these dominators and envoys around us. Are they like us?”
“Indeed. When an envoy isn’t actively engaged, dominators find great pleasure in playing with their resilient bodies. There will be lots of downtime ahead of us. Still, you will only taste from the well from which your seed has drunk.”
I watched the human, rolling his hips with subconscious need for penetration.
“Even that will be a great honor, Master.”
He smiled. “Good. Now, he gets rather fussy when there’s not something inside of him. I’m sure he’s devastated right now. You should go help him.”
I turned to the mans body, eager to follow my dominator’s commands. Not to mention the bulging erections which stuck out from my body with overflowing virility. I stood over myself, his eyes cloudy and unfocused. It was only when I knelt before his body, cocks bumping against his swollen hole, did his attention return. I took both dicks in one hand, resting them against the man’s rim to coat the shafts with sticky clear slime. I luxuriated on the cold lubricant against my burning hot cocks.
I pushed one cock inside, but the man could only whimper faintly as I bottomed out. His opening tried to contract around my member, but all it could do was pulse weakly as its spent cock jumped against his stomach. The guy had been so fucked out he could barely even feel my modified dick rattling around in his channel. Following impulses from the ether, I ran my hand through the thick goo beside me before I pulled out, wrapped my fist around my cock, and pushed back in. This time, the man below me moaned and wriggled his hips, gyrating his prostate against the back of my hand. I fucked the combination inside, pulling out occasionally to roll the sharp nubs of my knuckles against his sphincter before surging in again. My spare cock swayed in front of the human’s smaller replica, teasing him with my upgraded sex.
My sex upgraded itself some more as it stretched longer and thicker before my very eyes. The man looked up to me, not with confusion or shock, but with heady arousal. I watched as my cock—much like my dominator’s had done during previous sessions—contorted into an opposable tentacle. It curved up towards the mouth of the man, thick tip pressed against his open lips. He wrapped his mouth around it, swallowing it into his throat a moment later.
My lower belly sparked with arousal, feeling the well-fucked mouth take over its routine duties of throating inhuman cock. As his warm lips coaxed one dick deeper inside, the other was similarly expanding into the man’s guts. I couldn’t describe the feeling of elongating your cock inside of someone. The best approximation would be if you were snaking a drain, but your dick was the snake and a man’s impossibly stretched colon was the drain.
Between his ass and mouth, I’d guess that there were about three feet of cock inside of him. Despite my own concerns with overfilling the man, he moaned and groaned pleasurably around my cock. The feeling of his service was overtaking me. I couldn’t postpone my orgasm, as pulling the entire length of both cocks from their sheathes was impossible. Instead, I simply leaned into the use of my own body, letting my genetically identical seed seep into the deepest crevices of this hedonistic version of myself.
When I stirred, it wasn’t in the golden colosseum. The visions bestowed upon me by my dominator washed away, leaving me back in the ether pool. Before me, I saw the cruel evidence of how real the mental gift had been.
I held the unconscious version of myself. The tentacles had retracted, his limbs now swaying lightly in the subtle currents of the ether. I grasped him by the hips, holding him rigid with my own body. It was impossible to ignore the cascading neurotransmitters which flooded my own brain, confirmation that I had, in reality, just came.
Tentacles still invaded his asshole and mouth, though when I traced them back to their origins, my stomach dropped. Each tentacle bloomed out from my pelvis. Their texture was like that of the creature’s, though the width was much more slight. I willed one of them to withdraw from his mouth, the length slickly snaking out of the man’s gullet. The other followed, though it had wrapped around itself like a spring to fill the man’s opening. The tentacle’s friction against itself as it unwound and retracted sent overstimulating jitters through my psyche. Each tentacle shortened in length naturally, falling back to the nine inch length of the penises I knew. That’s when folds of skin—hitherto unseen as they flattened against my pelvic plane—rose up around the fleshy, exposed tentacles. Like the petals of a flower, they folded up and sealed themselves together, my cocks back to a pseudo-human appearance.
For a moment, we floated together in the thick goo. Then, I felt the fluid around me dip. I fell, the current inescapable, with my own unconscious body in my arms. I couldn’t brace myself with my arms, instead kicking my feet around in vain attempts to catch hold on the organic bowl of the pool.
I looked to the bottom of the pit, the terminus to which our swirling trajectory was leading us. At the center, an immense sphincter had opened. The sluggish ether drained towards the hole, dragging us along with it. Against the draining edges of the pool, the still-bound naked forms of unconscious seeds-to-be were held close by the tentacles. Dregs of clear goo fell from their freshly uncovered hands and feet. It was all I could do to hold tight to the body in my arms.
We passed the sphincter, falling with the force of gravity as more ether swirled down above our heads. Once the fluid had drained, the aperture closed above us and I was bathed in darkness.
In a few moments, my eyes had acclimated to the new space. As I looked around me, I saw that we were suspended in much larger vat of ether. I couldn’t see the bottom below me. Above us, fathoms of fluid which kept us far from the surface. I looked around and set my eyes on a massive pillar running up from a vanishing source below me. It was a cylindrical extension, thick as an apartment building. It like a skyscraper had been moved underwater.
I swam towards the monolith, dragging the neutrally buoyant body behind me. As I neared the surface, I saw the irregular outlines of fleshy tentacles waving near the silhouette, lazily drifting like streamers in the wind. I reached out towards the corrugated surface, hand recoiling when it reflexively reached back at me. The tentacles curled around my wrist, but didn’t hold fast. I watched as they returned to the wall of the pillar.
I saw now that most of the tower’s mass was in motion. Writhing, twisting, shifting motion. The dark red tendrils, inky-black in the dark tank, fell over themselves. Each had its own destination, threatening to knot the entire structure together in discordant struggling.
Studded along the outside of the pillar were small protrusions. They resembled thorns on the pillar’s stem. As I swam over to one of them, I saw the tentacles were especially active here. They extended out into the vacuous space, coiling back around to the shaft in wide loops. One curved back to the node, its form jerking back and forth. I focused on the end of the tendril where it pierced the column perpendicularly, canting into an unseen hole.
It was unseen, until the belly of a particularly thick tentacle shifted to reveal the tanned, peach skin of a man. He was imbedded into the column, ass facing out. The long tentacle slid in and out of the distended, gaping hole. An army of similar tendrils wrapped around his haunches, covering his legs from his knees to his feet and pulling them back towards the tower. The dark tentacles entombed his torso, his arms presumably lost in the writhing mass. His face was visible between shifting lengths of muscular cord, mouth occupied with a fat, slithering throat plug.
His brow was a heavy ridge of bone, devoid of hair, processed as my own seed had been. His eyes hung half lidded, though the eyeballs within drifted in unconsciousness. I had no clue how long he’d been fucked like this, though it was presumably years. His pupils fogged over, incapable of focusing anymore. In fact, trying to reawaken a body like this would probably fail altogether. It’s only purpose was to keep taking the alien fuck, reflected in the creatures’ hand-weaved psychospace.
As I mounted my own body into the tower, I found my thoughts wondering to the seed’s paradise. I had seen a window into the breed-lock, but the mental scene I was loading my own body into was uncharted territory. That was a place only seeds could go, and I could not follow. My own cocks began to inflate as I imagined the inhuman, fantastic orgy they must revel in for the remainder of their existences. My hand wandered back down to one of my cocks as I swam back, admiring my work.
The body of my progenitor was pressed into the living mass. Lengths began to wrap around his midsection, securing him to the wall. Then, stray tentacles cuffed his ankles, raising them up towards his head to expose his slack hole. Tendrils squirmed around his head, snaking around an arm before returning to caress his cheek. His eyes, closed, exhibited REM patterns as the wall slowly assimilated his body into the long, studded pillar. A tentacle crawled into his mouth, filling the cavity as it settled into its new home. His butt, though, was still untouched.
What the hell, one more couldn’t hurt. I grasped at the twisting tentacles, finding leverage. As my twin cocks unsheathed their tentacles, pressing into my own fucked-open hole, I thought of my dominator and the years of service ahead of me. I’d be blessed to go to the surface again, doing as he asks of me. I’ll be able to enrich the colony, bringing in more seeds for the creatures’ proliferation. And, once my dominator is pleased with my success, I’ll return to the seabed for his beautiful cocks to fuck the sense out of me. Rinse and repeat. It filled me with euphoric glee to conceptualize my life of servitude, satisfied beyond comprehension.
That glee overflowed into an orgasm as I jerked messily against the man’s pelvis, small tendrils curiously nudging inside his hole at the smallest of openings. I let the carnal satisfaction spread across me, finally letting go of the tower and drifting freely in the genetic hold. I’d left my seed behind, but that was where he belongs now. I belong wherever my dominator wants me. I smiled at that. Belonging. I let my lids drift closed, confident that wherever and whenever I wake up, I’d have a new opportunity to serve my dominator.
This has been the final chapter of A Viable Candidate; thank you all for reading along! I’d really appreciate any feedback. Other series will be going up shortly, but probably nothing this horror-centric for a while. I hope you enjoyed!
-Gonzo
