Cocoon Sequence

[This chapter gets pretty messed up. A reader has expressed his discomfort reading this one. Be wary going forward]

"Looks like we've got some time to kill," a woman told Adam. Oh right...it was Adam's girlfriend.

She was the most beautiful woman he had seen since Natalie. Not that it said much since he hasn't been able to see a woman in a near-eternity.

Wait. That's not true. He works with a woman. Actually, he works with a bunch of women. Also, who is Natalie? He doesn't know anyone by that name.

"How ever should we spend that time...?" The woman, Adam's girlfriend, asked him seductively while playfully running her hand down his chest.

"What did you have in mind?" Adam smiled.

She leaned in close, looked up at his eyes then down at his lips then back at his eyes again, "oh...I think you know."

Adam pulled her in and kissed her. She pulled him in and rammed her tounge into his mouth

It was the first good thing to happen in as far back as he can remember. It felt so good to actually be intimate with a woman again. Wait...no...this isn't like their first date..far from it, they've been dating for 2 or 3 months...no...years.

She reached down, unzipped his pants, reached in, and played with his dick, "that feels good" he celebrated.

"Uh huh?" She hummed smiling, still working it.

Adam was so into that it took him a moment to realize this beautiful woman had a lot of spit. Something, he didn't know what, seemed off. He paused for a moment to sort out his thoughts. No...nothings off...he was just being sill- then he felt her spit shoot the back of his throat.

How does that even happen? An inexplicable fear overpowered him.

He pushed her back to see a dick coming out of her mouth instead of a tongue, "i can do a pretty good seductive voice, can't I?" Pēnny asked as she moved in for another kiss.

The illusion died and the memories returned. Thousands of years of **** flashing before him in a single moment.

"Stop it!" Adam said spitting and gagging, "I don't want to do that."

"Oh...come on, honey" she said, "its your sole purpose....you're going to be doing it anyway, why not make it a little bit more enjoyable?" She pulled her body into Adam's, grabbed his hands and positioned them onto her ass, "doesn't that feel good?" She whispered into his ear seductively.

"It does..." Adam said, it felt so good to touch a woman after all this time he thought he might be able to look past what she was doing to him. Adam closed his eyes, absorbing in the warmth of her body as she leaned into for another kiss. Adam let her...

Until she slipped it into his mouth again

"No! I'm not doing this! This isn't my purpose! It makes no sense!" Adam yelled jumping back from her, "what is the deal with you people and doing this to me? How is forcing me into this going to help you?"

"All will be revealed in due time..." she said running her hand down his chest seductively.

"Listen, if you want me to cooperate- then I at least need answers"

"Your cooperation isn't necessary," she replied, "we've got along quite well without it.

"Fine...be that way. I tried to be nice, but as they say: why fix what isn't broken?" And Adam watched as the beautiful woman transformed into his dick before lunging toward him.

"No!" Adam yelled waking up on a beach. He looked out at the waves...the ocean...white. "ugh...what is this LIFE?!"

He walked up on the sands of the beach and noticed a spare flower growing amongst the sand. "Finally...after all this time...something inspirational!"

He plucked the flower, intending to hold this brave token to provide him with inspiration until he finally reached a day when his suffering was over.

"One is just not enough" he heard from all around.

Upon plucking the flower, he noticed some peculiar movement amongst the pedals. They seemed to sway, no, pulse, in a way that no other flower did.

"What kind of hero would only have one?" He heard from all around again.

"Who is that?" Adam yelled, "one what?!" He felt the flower in his hand twitch.

The pedals of the flower gently unfolded, revealing themselves to be eight dicks off the bud. Adam was stunned still, perplexed at this marvel of botany, until the pedals lunged themselves into his mouth. The stem of the flower split off and wrapped itself around his face to hold the pedals inside him.

The pedals ejaculated into him like 8 Pēnnys did until he was able to wrestle the flower away from his face.

He looked back at the ocean and back down at the flower that had wasted no time to try and climb up his leg in its pursuit to return. he kicked it off and rubbed his head, "why...? why...? what is it about me that warrants...any of this...?"

"Definitely needs more than one..." the voice said.

"One what?!" He shouted anxiously, "more than one WHAT?!"

"Get him! Now!" he heard Pēnny yell from below.

"But how many?"

A rope appeared from the sand and pulled Adam's feet out from under him. Once crashing onto the ground, the flower began climbing up his body. When he reached up to swipe it off him, clamps locked around his elbows.

"Can we do a million?" The voice asked.

"A million WHAT?!" He cried then returned to watching in fear as the flower climbed closer to his face, "No! No-no-no! Get away from me. Come ON! What is this?"

"Maybe for phase three?"

He remembered the transmission as the flower returned to his mouth. She said "phase two"...what were they planning to do with him?

"Now's your chance ladies," Penny ordered, "Claim him!"

The flower was not satisfied to just "do its business" in his mouth, it began crawling deeper in and down his throat. While Adam noticed a stampede of silhouettes charging on him.

"Then get as many as you can"

Adam disappeared into the the immense shadow of thr stampede. Once they rode in on him, they didn't attack him- he didn't think so, anyway.

He felt something, but it wasn't pain. The most notable sensation he experienced was the sense of doom he had for thousands of years...endlessly multiplying.

And he remained suspended in that feeling for ten million years...