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Chapter 11 by bobolino bobolino

Where can we go from here?

Back from the clinic

I had been in the clinic for a few days, getting a new cock grown from my own genetic material and some tweaks they made to it. During that time I had become friendly with one of the nurses, she would take time to talk to me and inquire about my state of mind and she was really nice. I told her how sick I was of this cycle of having my cock fucked to pieces and grown again and I even told her I though it was accelerating lately. She confirmed my suspicions, apparently the clinic made tweaks to ensure faster errosion of the penis flesh in order to get more business. It was also owned by the same company that made cell spray so it was a way for them to boost income in many ways off the cocks of us poor male prostitutes.

My latest phallus was a massive 14 inches and it looked glorious with its big wide flaring head and they had also induced some tweaks to ensure my balls would be proportionate to it. They now each looked to be the size of a lemon at least if not a bit bigger. You'd think that might be too big for some women but in Dimension X most females are quite a bit taller and larger than males, small women mesured at least 6 feet tall and the largest ones were up to 8 or 9 feet tall, while keeping the proportions you'd find on earth, granted most looked like athletes with double D breasts. The asteroid was frequented by many alien species in addition to its human customers and while some looked quite different from human females all were at least humanoid and appeared mammalian.

As we left the clinic we were loaded up into a shuttle with a few other males and brought back towards the red light area of the station, we were like prisoners or farm animals, unable to go anywhere else or leave even if we wanted to. As we arrived at the brothel, which was called "Stalions" and had a holosign of three pracing horses with giant human looking dicks ejaculating perpetually, the woman in charge of us rang a bell by the door and proclaimed loudly about the "fresh cock meat delivery" to the cheers of all the soliders in the place.

We walked in one by one, stark naked except for the numbers tattooed on our butts and arms that the customers used to order us from the stage and we had to go get one of these damnable drinks as always, it tasted a bit like artificially flavored mango juice but the effect was quite different. It almost instantly made you powerfully erect and filled up your balls with gallons of cum. The same cheesy music was playing in the club as always.

I was asked to go relieve the three guys on stage almost as soon as I was hard.

What happens next?

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