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Dale Gets Anal - Part 001
An "erotic" story by Carlsbad
Note: This story contains explicit sexual content, most of which is
focused on defecation/poop. If you find this objectionable, please stop
reading.
A version of this story was originally posted by the author on the forums
of CYOC.net in March of 2012. If you wish to post this story anywhere
other than Fictionmania.tv or CYOC.net, please contact the author at
[email protected]. Feel free to save a copy for your personal
use, but please do not post it for download without the author's
permission. Comments and/or critique are welcome.
"Outta my way, losers!" shouted Dale, careening wildly down the campus
mall on his longboard. He had just got out of a really lame Women's
Studies class that was a required elective. In his opinion, the only
thing women should be studying was how to best please men. The last three
girls he had banged weren't even willing to do anal! Of course, that
hadn't stopped him once the roofies kicked in. Of course, if anyone got
wind of his actions, he would be expelled, and possibly face prison;
fortunately for him, his bros at the Frat were willing to cover for him.
On his way back to the Frat House, Dale stopped by the bulletin board to
check for news about any wild parties. An ad caught his eye:
Wanted: test subject for drug trials. Participants will have a chance to
win tickets to a Dave Matthews Band concert! Stop by science lab 5 this
afternoon for more information.
Dave liked going to those concerts because there was plenty of
opportunity to pick up drunk chicks. So, he diverted his skateboard
westward and set off to get those tickets.
Little did Dale know that the ad was a trap, cleverly designed to ensnare
frat members such as himself and bring them to justice. But he would soon
find out...
"Just fill out these forms and we can begin the experiment. Let me know
when you're done," chimed the secretary, whose nametag read "Tracy". She
was a six out of ten, in Dale's opinion. Hot enough to bang if he was
really drunk, but not much to look at. For one, her body was too slim,
and didn't have enough curves. Her chest was too flat, and her ass wasn't
nearly big enough. Plus, her hair was black, a pretty obvious dye job,
which seemed like a waste to him; a girl ought to dye her hair blonde, if
any color. She looked more like that creepy chick from that horror movie
about the video tape than anything else.
Dale looked over the form, filling out the initial details such as his
name and birthday. He was briefly tempted to put down some joke name, but
thought better of it, in the interest of getting the tickets in his name.
The remainder of the form went into some personal questions, which got
kind of weird:
4) What is your favorite type of sex, and why?
Dale, of course, put down anal. He loved the feeling of penetrating a
tight ass, plus the fact that he didn't have to use a condom. He was a
little weirded out by the question, but shrugged it off; a bro is never
ashamed of his sexual prowess. He moved on to some other questions:
7) What hair color do you prefer on women?
Easy, he thought to himself. He, of course, put down "blonde".
12) What do you consider an ideal female name?
Okay, a little odd, but sure. He put down "Tiffany". It sounded like a
definite bimbo name to him, appropriate for a dumb, big-breasted slut. He
moved on to the rest of the survey.
When he reached the end, there was a bit of boilerplate that basically
said the university wasn't responsible for anything that happened to him,
non-disclosure, yada yada yada. He signed and initialed where it
indicated, not bothering to read the fine print. He handed it to Tracy,
along with the dinky ballpoint pen.
"Excellent! Just follow me to the exam room and we can get started." She
led him down a long hallway, illuminated only by the staccato flickering
of fluorescent lights. Finally, they arrived at an exam room, which
looked like a doctor's office.
"Doctor Samson will be with you momentarily. In the meantime, change into
this." Tracy handed him a hospital gown, then left, closing the door
behind her. If he bothered to check, Dale would have found that the door
was locked; dullard that he was, he remained oblivious. He stripped off
his clothes, lumping them in a heap on the table, and slipped into the
gown, tying it closed behind him. To his dismay, it was pink colored; he
had to remind himself that it was probably just standard procedure, and
not reflective on his sexuality. The rosy fabric was surprisingly soft
against his bare skin.
After a few minutes, the doctor arrived. She was a drop-dead gorgeous
knockout- flowing blonde hair, pendulous breasts, and a huge, buoyant
ass. She was dressed in a revealing, sexualized version of a lab coat,
accentuating her ample bosom. If not for her nametag, Dale would have
suspected she was a stripper and not a real doctor.
"Good afternoon. My name is Dr. Laura Samson. Thank you so much for
volunteering today, Dale! Let me just inject you quickly, and we can
begin the test." She produced a large, steel syringe from her bag.
"Now, this will just sting a little." She plunged the injector into
Dale's bicep, and slowly depressed the plunger. He felt a tingling in the
area around it, but nothing more.
"I'll be in the next room observing you. I can see and hear everything
that happens. If you need any assistance, just page me and I'll be in in
a second. Also, feel free to remove your gown at any time." With that,
she stood up and left. Dale couldn't see, but she was behind the mirrored
glass window on the wall of the room. If he could, he would have noticed
her smug, anticipatory smile. Tracy stood next to her, sharing a similar
look. She was one of Dale's many past conquests, in this case a non-
consensual one; he drugged and raped her, and he didn't even recognize
her! This revenge would be sweet, indeed...
The subtle tingling in Dale's arm began to spread to other parts of his
body, radiating outwards. In particular, his chest and groin felt tingly.
He felt an urge to rub his chest, and did so. Surprisingly, unlike the
firm pecs he was used to, he felt a lot of give! Quickly, he stripped off
the gown, and looked in the mirror-window. His washboard abs, the product
of many days spent in the gym, were smoothing out into a flat belly,
while his pectoral muscles liquefied into... breasts? Panicking, he
searched downwards for his manhood, only to find it shrinking. He tried
valiantly to grasp onto it, but it slipped through his fingers, making a
sickening "slurp" as it finished inverting. Meanwhile, Dale's hair was
falling out in clumps, while new blonde hairs sprung up and grew outwards
at thousands of times the natural rate. All of this happened so quickly
that Dale scarcely had time to react before his change completed. Staring
back at him was a buxom, blonde girl with huge breasts and a large ass.
He fondled one breast with his left hand, while his right explored his
nethers.
"Oh man, this is not happening! I have a pussy? I'm a girl?" he muttered,
thrusting his fingers in and out of his new vulva. Behind the glass, Dr.
Samson smiled. Little did Dale know, his change was only half done.
As Dale continued to masturbate, an urge caused by his transformation,
something felt off. With each thrust, his pussy felt tighter. He had only
had it for a matter of minutes, yet it still felt like it was changing.
Also, his mouth felt weird; as he panted furiously for breath, it became
harder and harder to open it wide. Also, his left hand noticed something
weird with his nipples. As he pinched and pulled them, they seemed to
draw inwards. He didn't fully realize what was going on, though, until a
finger slipped inside his nipple. In an incredible, uncharacteristic
display of willpower, he stopped masturbating momentarily and looked in
the mirror. To his horror, his nipples had both turned into small,
puckered holes, which looked all too familiar. He started to scream, but
found himself unable to, as his teeth and tongue fell out, splattering
onto the floor, leaving an identical hole where his mouth had been. And,
though the angle was less than ideal, he was almost certain that, if he
looked between his legs, he would find the same thing.
Anuses. Dale's mouth, vagina, nipples, and navel had all become anuses.
Almost on cue, the door opened, and in walked Doctor Samson.
"Well well, Dale. It seems you have gotten yourself into quite a
predicament. You really should have read the fine print on the form you
signed. Oh well. You are now the University's property. I've set you up
so your new body has two functions: sex, and fertilizing. At night, you
will be rented to your old Frat as a living sex doll. During the day, you
will poop. You see, a local farmer needs his fields fertilized, and is
willing to pay us quite a sum to do it. As you might have guessed, all of
your new anuses will serve this purpose well. Your production should
start right about... now."
Dale wanted to scream, to shout every obscenity imaginable at this bitch,
who had turned him into a freak. Wanted to, but lacked the ability. His
vocal cords had been replaced with intestines, leading from his "stomach"
to his mouth-anus. So, as he tried to scream, a bulge worked its way up
his neck, before reaching its terminus.
Plop. A log of poo dropped unceremoniously from Dale's "mouth" to the
floor, splatting on the linoleum. This was just the first, though. Dale's
"breasts", now auxiliary poop factories, swelled with feces, and began to
"lactate" more poop. His pussy, now an anus identical to the one between
her cheeks, began to "give birth" to still more shit. A grate opened in
the floor, allowing the excess fertilizer to collect in a tank below,
where it would be sold off to local farmers. Dr. Samson laughed wildly,
as Dale, now Tiffany the Poop slut, wept.
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This concludes Chapter 1 of "Dale Get's Anal". Further chapters may be
forthcoming depending upon this story's reception here. If you have a
story idea, please email the author at [email protected].
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