The needle plunged deep into Brockās deltoid, the plunger depressing with a wet hiss. The jockāsix-foot-four, two-hundred-eighty pounds of veined, competition-ready muscleāknelt on the cold tile of the abandoned warehouse clinic, red MAGA cap pulled low, teeth bared in a roar that rattled the pipes overhead.
āEasy, big guy,ā Dr. Harlan Voss murmured, gloved fingers steady on the syringe. āJust a little booster. You wanted to be bigger than humanly possible, remember? Told me youād do anything.ā
Brockās roar choked off as fire exploded through his veins. The serumāVossās own cocktail of recombinant gastropod DNA, androgenic mutagens, and a neuro-inhibitor that kept the mind screaming inside a melting bodyāhit like lightning. His pecs flexed involuntarily, then kept flexing, swelling, stretching the skin until it glistened. Veins writhed like living cables under the surface.
āWhat the fuckā¦ whatād you give me?ā Brock gasped, voice already thickening, wet.
Voss smiled behind his surgical mask and began unbuttoning his white coat. One button. Two. āSomething to make you perfect.ā
The change came fast. Brockās shoulders hunched as two thick, glistening stalks punched out from his eye sockets with audible wet pops. Eyesāhis own blue eyes, wide with terrorānow sat atop them, swiveling independently. His handsome face stretched downward, jaw unhinging with a crack like splintering wood. Lips split and rolled outward into a massive, tooth-ringed maw that drooled thick amber slime in ropes. The MAGA cap slid off his flattening skull and landed with a soft splat in the growing puddle beneath him.
āDocāstopāpleaseāā The words gargled out through the new orifice, half scream, half bubbling moan.
Voss let the coat fall. His tie next. Shirt. He was hard already, cock straining against his slacks as he watched the jockās sculpted abs ripple and soften, then liquefy into a thick, muscular slug tail that coiled and uncoiled in spasms. Brockās powerful thighs fused, knees dissolving into glistening foot-flesh. Between what had once been his legs, the skin split open with a obscene sucking sound, revealing a new, dripping cuntāplump, ridged, and pulsing like a second hungry mouth.
The former bodybuilder collapsed forward onto his belly, now a single powerful slug trunk, muscular arms still grotesquely human at the shoulders but ending in thick, sucker-lined digits. The eye stalks waved frantically. The giant maw gaped, strings of mucus connecting upper and lower lips, tongueānow long and purpleālapping at the air.
Voss kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and stood naked, cock throbbing, veins matching the monsterās. He walked through the slime until he stood between the creatureās writhing eye stalks.
āLook at you,ā he whispered, voice thick with lust. āMy perfect slug whore.ā
Brockās original mind was still in thereātrapped, aware, screaming. The eye stalks tried to pull away, but Voss seized them both in his fists like reins, yanking the sensitive stalks downward until the monsterās massive maw opened wider in a silent howl. The new cunt clenched visibly, leaking clear lubricant onto the floor.
Voss dropped to his knees in the warm slime, lined up, and thrust.
The cunt was hotter than anything human, rippling with independent muscles that sucked and milked him the instant he bottomed out. Brockās body betrayed him; the slug tail thrashed, but the cunt clenched greedily, pulling Voss deeper. The doctor groaned, gripping the eye stalks harder, using them as handles to pound forward. Each thrust made the stalks bulge and twitch, tears leaking from the monstrous eyes.
āFeel that?ā Voss panted, hips slapping wetly against slug flesh. āThatās your new purpose. No more gym. No more trophies. Just a hole for me.ā
He fucked harder, the monsterās cunt making wet, squelching sounds that echoed off the tiled walls. Slime coated Vossās balls, dripped down his thighs. Brockās armsāstill powerfulāflailed, thick fingers clawing at the floor, but the body was no longer his to command. The giant maw gurgled and drooled, unable to form words anymore, only desperate, gurgling pleas that sounded disturbingly like moans.
Voss leaned forward, chest pressed to the slick, heaving slug torso, still yanking the eye stalks back so the creature had to stare up at him with its own terrified eyes. āGonna fill you up, slug. Gonna breed the last of that jock bullshit right out of you.ā
He came with a guttural shout, hips locked deep, pumping thick ropes straight into the convulsing cunt. The monsterās body answered instinctivelyāinner walls spasming, milking every drop, the excess squirting out around his shaft in messy gushes. Brockās mind fractured inside the horror, pleasure and violation twisting together until there was nothing left but the wet heat and the doctorās triumphant laugh.
Voss stayed buried to the hilt, still holding the eye stalks like trophies, watching the last human light fade from those stolen eyes. The slug monsterās cunt continued to flutter around him, obedient now, hungry for more.
On the floor beside them, the red MAGA cap floated in a puddle of slime and cum, the slogan slowly dissolving into nothing.
Dr. Voss smiled down at his creation and whispered, āWelcome to your new body, Brock. Weāre just getting started.ā
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