The Catch

"What the fuck did you do to me?"

Shepard snarled the question with not-at-all restrained anger. Miranda turned in response with the slow and insidiously smug confidence of somebody who has been asked a question they've been eager to answer.

The short time spent on the new Normandy had been eventful. Shepard had been introduced to her new "employer" and gritted her teeth through every possible way of telling him where he could shove his organization. He had told her to think it over as though she'd come to some great repressed realization about the true value of a semi-fascist shadowy organization with seemingly infinite money to burn. She had been quietly seething as Miranda wheeled her out of the meeting room. Seeing Joker again had raised her mood for a moment, but he seemed just as doubtful about all of this as she was. The second she had felt like her legs could support her own weight, she had staggered up out of the wheelchair. She needed to be away from Miranda, looking at her quietly smug perfect face was filling Shepard with emotions she had trouble quantifying. That nosy little onboard computer had chirped where her new captain's quarters were and she had stormed as angrily as she could on shaky legs inside. She didn't take more than a moment to admire her new digs before she half-collapsed angrily into bed. Her short angry nap had ended and she'd walked to her shower when...

"We brought you back to life, I thought that much was obvious." Miranda quipped with a sneer.

Shepard stamped forward and shoved Miranda as hard as she could manage. Even if it didn't have much impact, it did make her feel better. Miranda didn't so much as blink in response and kept the wry little smug smile plastered to her face.

"I'm not in any sort of mood for you to play dumb with me."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean?"

Shepard stepped back and dropped the pair of sweatpants she had thrown on. It was the only pair of pants they had given her that wasn't... uncomfortably snug. Shepard had almost screamed when she'd seen what they'd done to her for the first time. Her pussy was gone as if it had never existed. Where she had expected to see it, a cock that wouldn't look out of place on a krogan from an extranet skin flick. Granted, it was still only flaccid and liable to grow much bigger, but each gonad alone was bigger than an apple.

"Do you make a habit of exposing yourself to people?"

Shepard had had enough of her smug remarks, throwing her forearm against the dark-haired woman's throat and pushing her against the wall.

"What the fuck did you do to me?"

Miranda winced but kept her composure. "I think you should calm down."

"I am this close to killing you."

Shepard almost didn't catch the quick flick of the Omni-tool on Miranda's wrist.

"I said, calm down."

Shepard felt a quick electrical pop running down her legs before her knees buckled. Within a second her new balls went from a feeling of quiet and steady fullness to teeth-grindingly intense discomfort. It became almost impossible to think straight. It wasn't pain, not necessarily. Shepard had felt it before, but she couldn't place where. Miranda gently pushed Shepard's head with her foot, pushing her back onto the cold metal floor.

"That's better. I probably didn't need to hit you with the full ****, but it's best we learn this lesson now."

"What? The? Fuck?" Shepard gasped, clutching at her rapidly pulsing balls. Tears were welling in her eyes, it was like they were going to pop.

Miranda flicked her Omni-tool again and the feeling grew weaker but didn't fully disappear. Shepard managed to pull herself together and stand back up. The pain was a constant dull throb, making her feel like her new orbs were swelling like water balloons. In spite of what her mind told her, she couldn't help the fact that her new rod was starting to get hard. Miranda walked over to her desk.

"Let's speak professionally, Shepard." She said dryly. She looked up at Shepard trying to pull her sweatpants over her inconveniently large cock. "Or rather, you stay like that and I'll speak professionally."

Shepard grimaced and kept trying to pull her pants up. It was a losing effort, there was just no easy way to stuff the rod back down her pants when it was stiff like this.

"You'll want to keep those down, for one."

"Like what you see?" Shepard whinged.

Miranda looked at her blankly, not dignifying the remark. "We didn't bring you back without knowing your record, we had to account for the possibility that you would say no to working with us."

"So is this what you call an insurance policy?"

"It's what Cerberus calls an insurance policy. I, for one, was against it."

"Why not just chip my brain so that I would obey?"

"How do you know that we didn't?" Miranda smirked. "In all seriousness, we don't want a zombie, we want the hero."

"So you gave me a... a cock. What was the plan with that?"

"Right, Cerberus spliced you with several different genes in the process of bringing you back. I suppose the real answer is that you're a sort of "Ship of Theseus" version of Shepard."

"Forgive me if I don't appreciate the comparison."

"Most of your new package is krogan genetics, just adapted to still resemble humanity. The result is a sort of logical **** of what your biology is capable of. They didn't give you a quad for whatever reason, something about incompatibility. The trick is that your body can be made to think you do."

"Meaning?"

"What you just felt was the full sex drive of a natural-born Krogan battlemaster. Those balls of yours are full of enough cum for a sack with double their number."

Miranda snapped a pair of gloves over her hands and slathered them in a clear fluid. Shepard shifted uncomfortably as she felt a red-hot drop of precum come dribbling out of her tip. Miranda approached her, cold and clinical but with a sway in her hips.

"What are you doing?" She asked, suddenly very nervous as Miranda approached her.

"Hold still, it's in your best medical interest that you don't go carrying that around."

Shepard almost jumped as she felt Miranda's cold gloved hand grip her shaft. Miranda undid all of the work Shepard had done getting the beast into her sweatpants by pulling it right back out. Her hand slid effortless along Shepard's massive new shaft with quick, passionless jerking motions.

"Here's the quick and dirty of it." Miranda continued as Shepard whimpered from the sharp and intense new sensations coursing through her body.

Shepard could feel the contents of her balls churning and roiling with anticipation as waves of pleasure shot through her body and made her toes curl. Miranda slowly tugged her shaft with one hand and rested her other on the small of Shepard's back, slowly prodding and guiding Shepard over where Miranda wanted her to go. With her continual light touch, she piloted Shepard into her personal bathroom. She angled Shepard's cock downwards toward the drain of her shower, jerking harder. Her movements were quick to the point of almost seemingly resentful.

"You're going to work for Cerberus, you're going to do exactly what we say and when we say it. If you don't, I can make your balls swell up like balloons. I don't know what'll actually happen if I leave you like that, but you probably don't want to find out. Are we clear?"

At that moment, Shepard would have done just about anything to cum. She was doing her best to keep up a tough face, but between **** pants, the best she could manage was "P...please!"

Miranda pulled her hand away from Shepard's cock. "I want your agreement."

Shepard's jaw clamped shut to repress an agonized yelp, but she still groaned it out through her clenched jaw. Her cock jerked in the air, a steady torrent of clear pre-cum leaking out as her balls jerked, trying to empty their overflowing load. She grabbed her cock with both hands and jackhammered it furiously. Despite the sensations, nothing would come out. Her body tensed and released passing through fake releases back and forth into the valley of screaming pressure.

Miranda sighed "Do you think we're stupid? Shepard, we built you up from a clump of atoms. If Cerberus doesn't want you to cum, do you really think you're going to cum?"

Shepard's face burned, her heart jackhammering. She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but all that came out were pathetic noises.

"I just want to hear two little words. Say that you agree."

Shepard swallowed her pride, it felt like everything below her waist was going to explode if she didn't. "I agree!"

"Wonderful," Miranda stepped back away, flicking her omni-tool again. "Good luck."

Within a second of Miranda flicking open her Omni-tool, Shepard's vision went pure white-hot. She couldn't tell if she was screaming or not, but her mouth hung slack-jawed as the first torrential burst of cum shot out of her onto the shower floor. Her hips bucked forward with each surge of her burdensome new sack. Even if she wanted to count the number of ecstatic spurts, she would have lost count very quickly. It was like a dam bursting and every single drop of fluid trapped behind it trying to **** its way out at the same time. She could feel her heartbeat slow to a crawl and then jump back to a sprint with each gasping breath. By the time it felt like she was finally beginning to empty out, she felt more tired than she ever had before in her life. A few final trickling squeezes squirted out as she wrung her new shaft to **** every drop out that she could. When her vision started to come back, hazy and unfocused, the dark basin and walls of Miranda's shower were absolutely coated in a milky spray.

"Fucking Christ Shepard, you're not even human anymore." Miranda scoffed in disgust.

Shepard dropped forward into the puddle of her own spunk she had left on the floor and passed out.