Yes, that was rhetorical.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK!

Your ass violently and still hypnotically jiggles and shakes madly, you’ve been turned to face the cameras, still **** while the pink liquid finishes its work. The watchers have no interest in waiting for something as pointless as your consciousness, you are a bimbo, or soon to be one, and here it is no longer your choice what happens to, or who uses your body. Kevin and Keith, the foremost in the laboratory’s alpha men line were quickly dispatched… mostly dispatched… they broke the door down to get at your body. Not that the viewers at home sending in the money, and demands to watch your fat ass shake are complaining about that.

SLAP! SLAP! SMACK!

Red handprints appear on your jiggling flesh, your ass is kept pulled into the air as they grope and slap away at you, the prints heal and vanish in an instant as the pink liquid keeps you **** and allows them to have their fun. Taking turns burying their faces into your jello butt, almost totally ignoring your moans. Occasionally providing a few gentle caresses to your neglected cock and balls, chuckling to themselves as every slap elicits a twitch and moan from you sending another squirt out of your massive quick shot cock. Eventually, the voices behind the glass order them out, you won’t stay **** forever, as they reluctantly pull their hands and faces away they leave you with a parting gift. Both pulling on a cheek open, their fingers sink deep into you slowly revealing your tight hole. Taking their near perpetually hard cocks, they give them a few long strokes as they stare at your ass, squeezing and releasing your cheeks they drip globs of precum bigger and thicker than most men’s loads straight down onto your hole. Squishing your cheeks back together, they give you a synchronised final slap, and wipe themselves clean on your skin, leaving you with a shine to wake up to as they leave you to your rest.