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It is fortunate that the fight ended quickly. But something strange happens afterward.

That evening, when he arrives at home, Jeremy greets Max who is watching TV after work as usual.

"Hi, babe. I'm home."

"Jeremy, what do you want for dinner tonight? Anything, just tell me."

"Yeah?"

A comment too exactly like yesterday morning.

It has become Max's habit to ask what they are going to have for dinner, but repeating his words as identical as yesterday morning and the fact that they have agreed on tonight's menu, makes Jeremy frown.

"That's funny. Didn't we already talk about this?"

"What talk? The last time we had a bet on a football team? I think I lost and was supposed to treat you... Should we go out then?"

"Max?"

"In the morning?"

"Oh, my God, Maximus."

"Really...? I don't remember... Oh my God, honey, I must have been really, really drunk. I don't remember a thing...I'm sorry."

Max is showing a deep genuine sorry face. It feels like his brain has become a bit bogged down from all the drinking.

Still sitting on the sofa, Max tilts his head, and once again asks, "Jeremy, what do you want for dinner tonight? Anything, just tell me."

"......"

Jeremy gulps. What? Why does his boyfriend become so creepy?

Jeremy lets out a nervous laugh. He's joking, right? But seeing Max acting so stiff like that is scary.

"Jeremy, what do you want for dinner tonight? Anything, just tell me."

"Y-you...why are you being weird? Don't act like a broken robot. That's seriously not funny."

"Jeremy, what do—"

"No no no...!"

Jeremy shouts interrupting Max, not wanting to hear the joke again. His eyes widen in horror.

This is not real. This is a dream, right? Perhaps Jeremy had accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa while waiting for his lover to return.

Yeah, this is not real. This is a dream.

The middle-aged man shivers. He is so scared that his view starts to distort wildly.

"Gasp!"

Jeremy jerks up, like someone who just woke up from a nightmare.

Right. That must be. He must have accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa. Max must not be home yet. That creepy broken Max was just something that happened in his dream.

Yes, yes. That clearly is. Jeremy Rogers has just woken up from a deep sleep.

Due to the sudden movement, something attached to Jeremy's head loosens. It's a virtual reality device, coiled and covering half his face. But thanks to this, Jeremy's eyes can now see the real world, not a projected fiction.

"Ah...ungh...ah ah..."

Jeremy hears the sound of men moaning. At first, he assumes it is only one, but then he realizes there are many. Overlapping and incomprehensible. 

Jeremy still fails to understand the situation properly. He turns his head to look around but is strangely refusing to move. His body also feels uncomfortable.

"W-what?"

Again, Jeremy gasps in shock. His body is naked without a single thread covering it! And that's not all. His arms, legs, and even his neck are tied to a chair. Then his whole body is also hooked up with some weird medical wires. But among them, the weirdest is the two long transparent tubes attached to his nipples―like breast pumpers. His arms and legs which should have been tanned are all fair. Even his hair which should have been unkempt is neatly shaved.

"W-what...what is this..."

Jeremy's throat hurt. His voice sounds unfamiliar as if he hasn't spoken in a long time. There is something also attached to his p*nis; some messy sensors (electrodes) on the shaft and testicles, and a thin flexible tube stuck in the urethra.

"Nguh..."

Jeremy panics. He struggles to get himself free. His p*nis doesn't hurt, but the sight of a tube pierced into it makes him cringe. Jeremy continues to writhe in fear, but only the muscles in his thighs and arms are twitching. He can't move.

[Beep- Beep-]

Perhaps due to the increased stress level, the cylindrical glass cask caging Jeremy starts to set off an alarm. Soon, a tingling shock is passed on to his testicles and shaft.

"AUH!"

Jeremy jerks up. It is too much of a stimulus for a human to handle. With just one electrical shock, blood quickly rushes to the bottom, making Jeremy's p*nis hardens and erect.

It's hot. His p*nis is hot like it is on fire. And a shiver runs up Jeremy's spine. The heat spreads to his neck as well as the rest of his skin.

"Ugh...no no no..."

The electrode patches don't look so messy anymore on Jeremy's now hard and erect p*nis. Even when he struggles, the devices restraining him won't fall off. Instead, they detect it as an erection and prepare the next procedure for the individual in the glass cage to enjoy pleasure.

Poor Jeremy is terrified thinking that this glass cage is going to perform some cruel experiment on him.

"Unghh...hic..."

Jeremy cries. But before long, he is again jolted violently. A long tentacle-like proboscis (slightly glowing but elastic-looking) emerges from behind the back of the chair.

It twists and wriggles, groping Jeremy's soft chest. 

Following the tentacle's wriggling, Jeremy realizes that his chest is different from the chest he remembers. Ia kini berubah menjadi dada yang penuh lemak. It has now turned into a fatty chest. Big, plump, with swollen nipples protruding. It really looks like a woman's breasts.

The large heavy chest wiggles beautifully with Jeremy's tugs and puffs. And the tentacles begin to apply pressure more on it.

"Haah...w-what are you doing..."

There is a sense of warmth emanating from the mechanical tentacles―probably equipped with a heating function. The texture is also very similar to that of human skin. Gently, it squeezes Jeremy's plump chest, constantly applying pleasant pressure.

"Hngh, ah, ugh...! N-no...ah!"

Then, the tentacle's bud-like head opens and spurting a slippery liquid. Jeremy's breasts glisten with it, as if they are covered in oil.

The tentacle continues to do its work, smoothing the slippery liquid over Jeremy's chest. Each stroke, each squeeze, makes Jeremy bite his lip because the feeling is so familiar.

Max.





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