Brandon Twice
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Toying With Alexey
🕑 Added 2019-12-07 20:44:59 +0000 UTC(6 word "You Call IT!" story: Alexey Lesukov Is Aware Sex Toy)
Alexey heard the shouting before he realized the sound came from his big chest. His vision slowly cleared and he felt overwhelmed by the weight of his body--and relieved. He patted himself down, feeling the hard mounds of muscle of his body. He started to calm down as he took in his body the way he knew it was supposed to be: big, full and muscular.
The red light on the wall meant the device he was strapped into was still operating. “Even though you feel like you’re back in your body,” the doc had said to him before, “the machine is still extracting you from the device while the red light is on.”
“Like turning the laptop power off while I’m saving something, right?” Alexey had joked, back before they had ever pulled the steel helmet down on his head and attached the electrodes to his hefty pecs and huge biceps. The doctor hadn’t laughed at the joke then.
Alexey tried to relax until the red light went off. Then he frantically pushed the helmet away and grabbed at the restraints around his legs. “To keep you still during the procedure,” the doc had said to him, although Alexey always felt like a prisoner when he was strapped in.
“Are you okay?” said the doc as he ran in, looking Alexey up and down. “I heard you screaming. Was the transfer painful?”
“No,” Alexey said as the doc unlocked the leg restraints. He shoved the doc roughly aside and leapt away from the chair, staring at the machine like it was a sleeping dragon. “No, it was… the transfer happened quickly. I didn’t realize I was back in my body at first. I thought I was still…”
He didn’t want to say it aloud, but he knew the doc had seen what had happened: seconds before, Alexey had been a living, thinking condom…
He started out rolled into a disc with his animate face on the front. Alexey felt everything as the man licked him and ran his fingertips over him, but he could only silently express his horror as the man lowered him down to the huge dick.
The dick was the size of a minivan to Alexey--he was, in fact, just the size of a condom, and seeing the hugeness of the ordinary objects in the room (and the unfathomable size of the gigantic man handling him) humbled him in a way he wasn’t used to.
Then the unrolling began, and Alexey had to deal with the feeling of his own body, tightly wound up into itself, gently unfurling. Every part of him was sensitive, of course, and as he rolled down the dick, he felt long, flimsy and cylindrical. He felt the heat of the massive dick inside him. It horrified him that the cock gave him his shape. Behind his face was a pulsing cockhead, and Alexey could taste the precum leaking into the back of his face. He could hear the thumping heartbeat of the blood pulsing through the massive shaft filling him out. Before he could adjust to any of this, he felt himself rising into the air, then dropping suddenly--until he was staring up into a spread ass the size of a building.
Alexey flexed his arms and felt the hard muscle. I’m a man, he reminded himself. I’m a huge, powerful man! He shook his head to clear the sickening feelings of his own powerlessness and insignificance.
In the entryway, the two clients waited to thank Alexey for their experience. They were freshly showered and fully clothed, but Alexey couldn’t escape the idea that they were both--he couldn’t think of another word for it--so puny.
Each of the men weighed barely 100 pounds with their clothes on. Alexey’s meaty mitt felt even more massive shaking their slender little hands. He could’ve easily crushed their hands with barely any effort.
“This was… such a pleasure…” said the one with the mohawk. He exchanged a lascivious glance with the bald one and the two quietly giggled. Alexey seethed. It didn’t matter how massive he was now. Half an hour of go, he was a tiny object in these little men’s control.
Worst of all, he had signed up for it.
“We’ll be back,” said the small one, blowing a kiss at Alexey that made his skin crawl. The doc patted the big bodybuilder on the shoulder and waved him back inside.
“We have another client on his way soon,” the doc said. “Take a shower and rest up. We’ll have you back in the device within the hour.”
Alexey couldn’t believe he had signed up for this, and he couldn’t believe how much time was left in his contract.
*
The doc was in the middle of his spiel to the new client when Alexey walked in: “...so you see, each of the items in our catalog was made from Alexey’s DNA, so when we transfer his consciousness into it, it functions, for all intents and purposes, as his body until we transfer him out.
The client was seated but Alexey was blown away by how wide he was. He seemed to fill up the whole chair! He had shaggy brown hair and a thick beard. He looked like a woodcutter from a fairy tale. When he stood, Alexey’s eyes went wide. This guy was nearly 6’5” tall!
Alexey was a massive man, but mostly in width and density. He was only 5’7” tall. The client towered over him! He wasn’t built like a bodybuilder by any means (he had a firm gut filling out his shirt, for example) but he had the body of a strongman who liked to visit buffets.
Alexey’s mouth went dry. Clients were always gay little nerds. This guy was a powerhouse!
“Alexey, meet Gustaf,” the doc said, but the big bearded man had already stepped forward to shake Alexey’s hand.
“Nice to… meet you…” Alexey said. Big Gustaf was purposely squeezing Alexey’s hand as hard as he could with a sinister grin on his face. Alexey squeezed back; no way was he going to lose a contest of strength while he was still in his own body.
The two men pressed back and forth, hands locked, biceps bulging. A vein stood out on Alexey’s forehead. Sweat poured down Gustaf’s face. Neither man wanted to give in, each one squeezing the other man’s hand harder and trying to force him back. The two were locked like that for several minutes.
“Now now,” the doc said, unaware what he was going to do if anything broke out between these two powerhouses. “Let’s save it all for later, shall we? Let’s not tire ourselves out before we do what Gustaf paid a lot of money to come here and do.”
Gustaf broke out in a laugh and shoved Alexey back. “Good man! You are… strong…” He spoke with a strong German accent. He grabbed Alexey in a bearhug and actually lifted the nearly 300 pound bodybuilder off the ground.
Alexey stepped away from the big German, trying not to look as rattled as he felt. “Yes,” he said, looking anywhere but in the big German’s eyes. “You… too.”
“I like seeing that you have some fight in you,” Gustaf said, patting his own burly chest. “Like a big bear! But let’s see what else we can do with you…” He picked the catalog up off the table. “Would you like to be an inflatable balloon?” he said, flipping to a computer generated image of a man-shaped balloon floating on a string. “Or maybe a big pool float? I could ride you around while I dipped my toes in the water? I wonder what it would feel like to lay my big body on top of yours and pull your plug, my little toy?”
Alexey backed toward the door. Part of the contract was that he had to be courteous to the clients. “Think like you’re a prostitute,” the doc always reminded him. “They want to feel like you’re their escort.” But Alexey didn’t want to escort this big ape of a man. He wanted this to be over as soon as possible.
“Oh, how about this?” the big man said as Alexey backed out the door. “I make you a little marble, swallow you, and then you get to ride through my big big body until you come out my other end?” he grabbed his big ass and slapped it a few times, wiggling it seductively. Alexey backed out the door and slammed it shut.
*
“Okay, heart rate is a little high,’ the doc said as he lowered the metal helmet to Alexey’s head. “You need to relax. This is a delicate process, Alexey. You know that! Practice your breathing exercises.”
Alexey took one last look down at his huge muscles as he felt the small metal discs on his head start to warm. Then everything went white and he felt like he was being pulled into space…
…
…
Alexey felt like he was hanging upside down. He had no comprehension of where he was or what he was shaped like, just that he was dangling from something and kept swinging back and forth.
“Are you awake my big bear?” boomed a massive voice. A huge finger poked at Alexey’s head, rubbing him lovingly. Alexey was so small he could feel the grooves of the massive fingertips… but his body felt strange. Curved. He could see, still, but his body felt thin, and seemed to arc behind him…
Fuck. Gustaf had walked into a mirror. Alexey looked out to see a nipple ring dangling from the gigantic German man’s thick chest. The stud on the nipple ring had Alexey’s horrified face on it.
Now, with some perspective, Alexey started to put together what was going on: the hot, meaty mass he kept bouncing against was Gustaf’s thick hairy chest. He could barely see Gustaf’s face over the crest of it. Below him seemed like thousands of feet to the ground. Alexey was grateful to be well-attached to Gustaf’s body.
Big fingers came in, pinching and twisting him and the nipple. “Oh, my big bear, you feel so… so good there… Remember when you were trying to overpower me? Think you could do the same now?” The big man jabbed Alexey with his index finger. All the transfigured bodybuilder could do was silently moan. Every touch, in all of these new shapes, was unbelievably stimulating. The smaller he was, it seemed, the more sensitive his body was. As this nipple ring, Alexey felt every poke like a mind-blowing orgasm, but he had no cock to provide him with relief.
“Now, let’s see, my big bear,” Gustaf said. “I’m bored of you like this. I have a few more toys to enjoy you in…”
Alexey felt like he was floating through space again, but when he woke up, he looked down at what seemed to be his body. He was shaped the way he was used to--broad, muscular, human, although he couldn’t move, and as he looked down he noticed that there was a smooth mound where his cock was supposed to be.
A massive shadow fell over him and he looked up at the building-sized Gustaf. He tried to say anything, but he had no voice. The big hand grabbed him and hoisted him up like he was nothing. Just that feeling of near weightlessness, getting roughly handled by other men, overwhelmed poor Alexey’s psyche with feelings he wasn’t used to. Add to that the fact that every touch was orgasmic (with no hope of release) and he felt like he was drowning in feelings he could barely understand.
Gustaf held Alexey against his chest, then licked over his face a few times. Alexey wanted to choke and sputter, but these were just reflexes. In these forms he didn’t need to breathe. The big German held Alexey in front of the mirror again and Alexey saw what he was: an Alexey Lesukov shaped dildo, proportionate and anatomically perfect to the most minute detail (except, of course, the lack of a dick).
The world wooshed by him as Alexey suddenly felt himself slammed down on a bench. Gustaf’s massive ass hovered over him. One big hand came down and slathered Alexey with lube, then the ass lowered on him. Alexey couldn’t move, just felt himself enveloped, forced into a space he could barely fit into, swallowed up in the warmth and humidity of Gustaf’s ass.
Alexey heard Gustaf’s moans muffled as if he were underwater. The huge German fucked himself roughly on Alexey, while the little bodybuilder could only stay in one spot while he was used.
I’m not an object. I’m not a thing. I’m a man. He tried to focus on these, but he was still reminded of the fact that he couldn’t move, he had no voice and no cock. It was so hard to focus on his mantra when his whole body was alive with massive sexual stimulation.
Then it was over. He was still inside Gustaf when everything went white again and he experienced freefall into nothing.
Then he was looking up at giant Gustaf again. The giant man was holding the dildo Alexey’s consciousness had just been inside. He tossed the toy away (That toy used to be me! Alexey thought, horrified) and then grabbed Alexey in his arms.
The bodybuilder struggled to figure out his new shape. He could feel his face, felt his mouth and tongue and everything from the neck up, but his body was motionless and felt like a cylinder (one that Gustaf was gripping tightly).
“What the--what am I now?” Alexey said, shocked that he had a voice. Some of the toys were able to talk.
“You, big bear, are my little fleshlight!” Again Alexey was held up to the mirror to see that his head was perfectly recreated on the end of a thick fleshlight.
“No, wait!” Alexey said. “Wait, just… Give me a second…” He couldn’t believe Gustaf was about to fuck him. He just needed a moment to collect himself.
“What was it the doc said?” Gustaf said with a chuckle. “This keypad here could control your mental state…”
It was true. All of the toys had adjustable dopamine levels. With a swipe of Gustaf’s finger, Alexey suddenly felt dopey and horny. He knew what was about to happen and he was actually quite happy about it. As Gustaf’s hard cock came into view, he wondered if he could fit all of it inside his fleshlight body.
*
The alarm went off. Time was up. Gustaf wiped the sweat from his brow, looking down at fleshlight Alexey with a grin. “Does that mean you go back to your big muscular body, my big bear?” he said.
Alexey panicked. It was supposed to. He looked around, waiting for his consciousness to shift back into his big normal body so this could all be over. But nothing happened.
“I’m a little tired,” Gustaf said. “You wore me out big bear. If your brain is still in the fleshlight, maybe I’ll bring the fleshlight to your normal body? Perhaps the doc can put you back in there.” Gustaf stuck a finger in Alexey’s mouth after adjusting his dopamine levels. Alexey sucked on the finger, drooling and moaning pleasantly. He knew this wasn’t right, but he was fine with it.
Alexey was horrified when Gustaf entered the room with the psyche transfer device. He could see his own body--it was HUGE compared to him now!--with its eyes open. His big body blinked. It appeared to be awake, moaning, blinking.
“It appears,” the Doc said, “that Alexey’s consciousness didn’t entirely make the transfer this time. There was a minor disruption…” Doc flipped pages over on a clipboard, then bent over to address little fleshlight Alexey directly.
“So it seems that we’re going to have to do some work to get you back in your own body,” the doc said. “We always knew this was an option. Your body is still alive, still operating on a guttural intelligence, but all the things that make you, you, are stuck in this device here.” He tapped the fleshlight on the lips.
“What are you going to do? You can’t leave me like this!” Alexey said.
“Just feel lucky you can still talk!” the doc said. “And of course you have options for pleasure, too. In the meantime I’ll make sure your body is well taken care of. I actually have some chemical theories about how I could push your musculature to a new level. I’m pretty sure I can train your big form to lift weights, pump you with more steroids then you’ve ever had before… Just think, Alexey! By the time we get this sorted out you could be nearly 400 pounds!”
Alexey looked around--he didn’t want to be 400 pounds! And he didn’t want to be a fleshlight in the interim. “What are you going to do with me?” he moaned. “Put me on a shelf?”
“Imagine,” Gustaf said, “how interesting it would be to let his big body use the fleshlight?” He handed Alexey’s cylindrical form to the massive muscular body that used to be him. The big hand grabbed it and grunted, squeezing it, then licking across its face. FLeshlight-Alexey moaned. This was too much.
“Actually,” the doc said, “if you wanted to cut a deal with me, I could let you keep the fleshlight. Of course I’ll be working to return Alexey’s consciousness to his body, so eventually, without warning, it will turn into just a mindless object, but you could enjoy it until then.”
Alexey’s eyes went wide. Gustaf adjusted his dopamine and he relaxed, wishing someone would fuck him. He wanted the big bodybuilder in the room to fuck him most of all. He drooled looking at the bulge in the bodybuilder’s pants.
“I also have a theory that might be able to restore his consciousness at the site. Essentially the fleshlight will just be a copy of his brain. His body will turn back to normal, plus or minus a few dozen IQ points, and you’ll get your fully operational fleshlight. If I pursue that avenue, however, it will cost you.”
Gustaf looked straight into Fleshlight-Alexey’s dopey, horny face. “Money is no object.”
