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Shen Yuan winced as the stiff material of his scrubs rubbed against his nipples. He had chafed them yesterday. Someone changed the way the scrubs were prepared, adding less fabric softener—if any at all. He leaned forward trying to bring himself some relief.

It was cold in his lab, making his nipples only more uncomfortable, almost painful as they stiffened. When he had accepted the job he thought he would be working with animals, as in… mammals. Something that needed their environment warm and toasty. He would have loved for nice body temperature surroundings, even if sweat would gather behind his facemask and his hands woulds sweat profusely under his gloves.

But alas. He had forgotten arthropods were animals, too. He had forgotten deep sea creatures may like their environment a bit colder. He had been tasked with finding a way how to keel red, deep sea mites. And the mites refused to die. He had tried sulfuric acid, he had tried salt. The mites wouldn’t die. This was his luck!

At least the pay was nice. He could get warm at home.

The mites’ anatomy was rather simple. Eight legs, round, a bit translucent body, and no anus. It was unclear what the mites ate, but he wasn’t there to feed them.

He opened the laptop attached to his microscope, and pushed a sliding glass with a few of the mites under the lens. The laptop was very new, as expected from such a well-funded institution! Quickly, the screen loaded, giving him a good overview of the mites scrambling around in a drop of water. They looked oddly normal, like something he could find on a tree or in high moss, a bit like oribatid mites, but red, and from what he had been told—semi aquatic.

How could they be both deep sea and semi-aqutic, he didn’t know, and he wasn’t going to try and find out. It wasn’t what he was paid for!

Shen Yuan straightened, rushing for his notepad, and winced as the material of his shirt rubbed against his stiff nipples. He carefully recorded the anatomy, the shape of their legs.

He though he would be done within half an hour. He was not, in fact, done within half an hour.

The mites were unkillable, nothing could harm them.

The mites would not die in chloric acid. They could not be smashed, they could not be dismembered, they could not be burned with fire.

Shen Yuan scrambled in his lab, trying to find new substances to try. The mites continued to cheerfully swim inside the square dish. Every time he straightened his nipples only chaffed more and more, but there was nothing he could do! It was so fascinating! And yet, he had to reach to the high shelves, he had to rush through corridors trying to find something that would kill the damned mites!

Before he realized, it was 5 pm, and he had to leave. He carefully disposed of the used mites, almost vibrating with excitement. This was so huge! There could be so many applications, if they figured out what made the mites so powerful!

Out of excitement Shen Yuan couldn’t fall asleep that night. He kept trying to solve the conundrum of what mineral must have built the exoskeletons of the mites, because surely, it had to be silica, no? What else? What if he wasn’t actually working on a deep sea creature but on an… alien? It would explain so much about all the NDAs he had to sign!

The excitement died down, though, when his supervisor—a very stern old man—told him that the mites were recovered from the Mariana trench. Well! Still cool, as expected! If only whoever had designed this world was more creative—maybe such mites would exist not only in the depths of the oceans. Why reserve the coolest beings for the unreachable darkness? Why not show them to the animals living on land? But alas, Shen Yuan had to get to work.

He didn’t put on gloves today. The mites were supposed to be harmless, and he preferred to just wash his hands well. It also allowed him a better precision of gripe.

He took out his work phone—one that could not leave the facility—and he raised the vial of mites. They gleamed and swirled around in the sharp blueish light of fluorescent lamps, almost purple against the skin of his right hand. He uncorked the vial, and pointed his camera down, capturing them through the hole.

His camera wouldn’t focus, keeping everything muddy. He wiped the back of the phone on the sleeve of his right hand, but it didn’t help. Then, he clicked on the screen with his—

Oh! Wrong hand! Wrong hand! Before he realized the finger of his right hand slipped through the bottle neck, and touched the mites. He quickly recoiled, almost dropping the vial. His heart hammered in his chest.

The round vial almost shattered with the haste it was thrust into the test tube rack.

Thu-dump, thu-dump, said his heart. He looked down at his hand. There was a hint of red but then he blinked—it was gone!

Shen Yuan rushed to the sink, nervously scrubbing down his skin, scratching with fingernails. He used the antibacterial soap, the disinfectants, everything. But… well… he almost didn’t sleep at night. It could have been just a trick of his mind.

There were also no cuts on his skin, which means it was alright.

Something was odd about his body. Maybe it was some indigestion? It felt as if something in his stomach was… vibrating. As if he caught FOMO right after getting a job, as if his brain thought he had swallowed a phone that just. Wouldn’t. Stop. Vibrating.

What’s worse—whenever he passed certain door on the corridor the feeling worsened. It’s just that the door remind me of a bathroom, is all, he thought.

Okay. Maybe he wasn’t alright. The feeling was worse, continuously buzzing under his skin.

Maybe it was some ghost trying to push him towards discovery! A nice and pleasant ghost of an old scientist that eager to continue his studies and teach Shen Yuan! Nothing to worry about.

Shen Yuan carefully looked both sides, crossing his fingers in the empty corridor, before he pressed his card to the door. It opened and he stepped carefully inside.

What welcomed him was a dark room with monitoring devices stacked together. There was an UV filter decontaminating the air, pushing it in a weak current. Many darkened, blue monitors gently illuminated the walls and floor and a mess of tubes and cables led to the center of the room.

On a metal table… something resided. It was oval and big—as big as Shen Yuan’s torso. The outer surface of it was smooth. It was… a clam. An overgrown clam. It’s upper shell moved rythmically, as if whatever resided inside was breathing. Dark liquid, thinner than blood, darker than water slowly dripped from the table and into a bucket placed on the floor.

Shen Yuan carefully stepped closer. It was almost mesmerizing how the shell moved, like waves on a sea. His hand reached forward, and the clam opened a tiny bit. Shen Yuan couldn’t see much, but when he squinted—the blueish light glinted off something dark, much darker than the flesh of the creature.

It was bleeding?

Suddenly Shen Yuan felt something touch his toes. He looked down at the crocs he wore at work, and pulled his naked foot out. There were… THE MITES? THE MITES WERE CRAWLING OVER HIS FOOT?

In panic, Shen Yuan jumped away, hand smoothing over his foot trying to get the mites off. It didn’t work! He jumped away, trying to escape. On the floor, the mites formed a trail towards him, looking more and more bloodlike as more of them swarmed.

Shen Yuan’s back hit the wall and he knew he was screwed. The creature was going to kill him, no doubt. Good bye world! Heart thumped in his ears as he felt the mites slowly but surely climb under the leg of his trousers.

It was standard procedure that people working past the barrier wore no external clothing, underwear included, to avoid contamination. It was just his rotten luck the monster had to catch him commando!

The line of mites went higher and higher, and touched his cock. He yelped in fear, but then he felt something so, so much worse! The mites climbed under his foreskin, circling the head of his cock, pulsing around it, and then—they entered the urethra!

Shen Yuan overcame his shock and pulled his trousers down, catching his cock and trying to pull the mites out, but it was futile. He felt piercing pain in his head, and he stumbled before collapsing onto the floor, his back painfully hitting the white tiles.

The current of mites got progressively thicker, climbing inside his cock. Shen Yuan panted, trying to focus on anything other than his headache. The mites felt cold on his skin. Moist, sticky and cold. Their current reached something inside him—some point, some spot, and— Shen Yuan moaned. He had a strong feeling of needing to pee, but it… it felt different.

The mites greedily pushed inwards in a strong current. Shen Yuan felt them fill his cock and stretch it. They continued to ram into his prostate, sending jolts through his body and making whimpers leave his lips.

Shen Yuan felt the current of mites split and with horror he realized they were coming past his ballsack and prodding at his entrance. Ah! No! It was a humiliating way to die—brought accidentally to completion by a blood thirsty monster!

The mites felt almost like a drop of swear rolling down into his chrysanthemum. If he tried, he could convince himself that it was just that! Just that and nothing more! A little bit of sweat, no mites!

But the current grew thicker, and Shen Yuan’s body betrayed him, and his cock grew hard. Such was the deal with bodies—if you touched the right place they would make something hard!

Shen Yuan rolled on all fours, panting as the mites in his ass concentrated and became thicker. He felt them spread him open and prod inside. He looked down between his legs and noticed that the current of mites coming into his cock was so thick their movements could be seen from the outside.

The part just below the head thickened, then the knot went lower, before ramming into his prostate. A loud moan escaped Shen Yuan’s lips. The poor monster must have been scared of him, to have such a strong reaction! Alright, his bad! He shouldn’t be snooping, but hey! Give a little warning at first! A snap of fangs or something, before striking with full force!

The mites enveloped his legs in a red current, and circled the base of his cock, only to go higher. Their cold touch made Shen Yuan tense as they prodded his navel. They traveled higher and higher, spilling across his chest and going across his nipples in a slippery current.

Shen Yuan moaned, feeling the sensitive skin get almost… soothed by their cool presence as they slipped under his shirt.

It wasn’t enough for the mites and they soon circled his neck in a feathery touch. It felt as if ten people were simultaneously kissing the soft skin. Shen Yuan’s hips buckled as a particularly thick knot was formed inside his cock. It was too much, too much!

The mites prodded at his lips. Absolutely not! Shen Yuan thought, but the mites ignored his protests. They slipped into his mouth and down his throat, giving everything a metallic taste. Shen Yuan felt tears gather in his eyes as a powerful force seized his body, forcing it still.

His hips wanted to jerk in a staccato rhythm against the mites pouring through his urethra, he wanted to clench around nothing as his prostate got massaged from the inside. His legs shook, his arms tried to, but they couldn’t move.

Everything was forced still no matter how big the current inside his cock grew. Shen Yuan was only allowed to hang his head lower and he was forced to observe the pulsing of his cock. The mites formed a clear path up his inner thigh, irritating the hair growing there. It almost felt as if invisible wind was blowing against him, tickling him. The mites followed the jut of his hipbone, before coming back down to the base of his cock.

The current on his skin wasn’t even that thick, but the mites were very fast, and it caused something akin to a traffic jam at the head of his cock. They poured under the foreskin, forcing it to swell. They massaged the head of his cock with their tiny legs, forming a stable pressure against it.

Big globs of red mites forced their way into his cock, forcing the urethra to stretch. It looked almost as if he forced a long line of small balls inside of himself.

Shen Yuan couldn’t hide the way he panted, the little noises that formed in his throat, even as new mites entered his esophagus. His body felt as if held against a stiff metal table, holding his legs open, and pressing his nipples against the coldness.

It was odd, because there was no such thing, only Shen Yuan, on all fours, on the ground, enveloped by the red mites he had tortured earlier. Or at least tried to torture, in an attempt to kill them.

Through all this, he was being carefully observed. The creature’s shell opening to reveal shining red eyes that drank in the view. Almost hungrily. Did the creature even understand what was happening? It couldn’t have had. It most likely only intended to pour all the mites into Shen Yuan, digest him from inside out, like some supernatural spider-clam hybrid.

Shen Yuan’s hands instinctively tried to grab at the ground, but his fingers slipped over sleek tiles, trying to dig into the grout, but failing. His body tensed, his brow furrowing, and he bit his lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Mewls escaped him, the mites slowly massaging his prostate and drawing out the pleasure.

With a gasp, Shen Yuan came, the force of his orgasm pushing thick globs of mites out of him.

He collapsed onto the floor and felt mites pour off his body, almost in thanks.

He lied on the ground for a long while. His breath came to him in ragged gasps, and his hips mindlessly rolled forward as his orgasm crashed through him. He made small ‘Ah, ah!’ noises, unable to make it stop.

The cold air brushed against his body, and the air conditioning turned on, cool wind smoothing over his skin.

The mites carefully gathered every last drop of cum, mixing with the white and creating a pink fluid. They carefully carried it back to the creature, even as Shen Yuan remained pressed to the ground, mewling and feeling his body spasm.

After twenty minutes, Shen Yuan gathered enough strength to sit up. The tiles stuck to his asscheeks uncomfortably, and he almost winced when his balls touched their cold surface. The room was clean. There were no stains of blood, or cum. The tiles were pristine.

Shen Yuan’s flushed cheeks flushed only more when he noticed the creature still observing him from within its shell. He gulped, and the shell slammed shut. Shamefully, he put his pants back on, and sneaked out of the room.

Shen Yuan didn’t think about what had happened for the next few days, because nothing had happened. The room must have been full of some chemicals, hallucinogens or something. Or, due to his experiments, Shen Yuan simply had inhaled some toxic gases and lost a few brain cells! He, most likely, collapsed on the floor and hit his head.

And the fact no supervisors called him into their office—only further proof nothing had happened.

Because, of course, if one of the workers had… relations with that creature, they would have… fired them, or something. He was fine, though! And digesting so much of the mites had no effect on him, whatsoever!

He was absolutely fine, even if he woke up the next day with a boner that would not go down. With a boner that got worse as he thought about the previous day. Why? Because he was normal! That’s why!

In the early morning Shen Yuan realized that his nipples were healed. It was odd… they were pretty badly chaffed, and just like this, abracadabra, they got healed in one night! He wasn’t going to question it, though.

He cheerfully ate his breakfast in the break room. He still had an hour or so before he had to enter past the barrier. The breakfast he bought in the canteen—sweet and sour pork buns—was a particularly good choice.

A random prickle went through his back, almost like a shiver, as he heard the telltale ringing signaling someone went past the barrier. Right, some of the scientists enter early to work on extra-secret-projects. The shiver went down his spine again. Most likely a sign of stress, Shen Yuan thought, taking another bite.

He heard steps, and then two voices mixing on the corridor:

“The fish is rotting, it doesn’t eat,” a high female voice said.

“Oh well. We may as well take the knife to it, make sushi. It could tell us some things about its anatomy,” a deeper, but still unmistakably female voice answered.

Another shiver went through Shen Yuan, this time stronger.

“Mrs. Derpinsky told us if the fish doesn’t take the bait tonight, we will make sushi tomorrow.”

Shen Yuan froze, feeling a prickly pain in his stomach. Almost as if his kidneys got infected. He carefully finished his meal, and then went in the direction of the sluice room.

Through the next few hours his body felt… restless. Always on edge, like the faintest bush of his skin against his shirt could make him hard. It was hard to concentrate on his tasks, borderline impossible.

With a frustrated sigh, Shen Yuan stepped away from the microscope. He stepped out of his laboratory, shutting the door behind him with a weary sigh. His hand carefully slipped over his pants, adjusting them so that they rubbed a bit less against his skin.

The corridors were empty. The air was almost too clean when he breathed. His crocks made pitter-patter noise against the tiles. Everything was normal, even the fluorescent lights seemed more white than bluish.

Under Shen Yuan’s skin there was a buzzing presence. He was too aware of how the cold air made small hair stand up on the back of his neck and his forearms. The scrubs continued roughly scrubbing against his inner thighs and nipples.

With a frustrated groan, just as he turned the corner, he fastened his steps. There was one way to make it go away. He rushed into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Shen Yuan sat down the toilet seat, already hard, and pushed his trousers down, taking his cock in hand. The glide of his hand was heavenly. It was everything he needed, so sweet and electrifying. For a moment his mind focused on something other than the buzz under his skin.

As he continued jerking his hand, he felt as if something was lacking.

He tried to ignore it, but his mind slipped back to yesterday, to the odd hallucination. He remembered how the knotty globs of mites slid into him with ease and claimed his organism as their refuge.

He groaned, feeling his cock jerk in his hand. Something buzzed in his loins, pressing against his prostate. His hand tightened, cupping the head of his stiff cock. The cold air of the laboratory calmed his burning hand as his ears reddened.

What was he doing? Masturbating in his place of work? That was a new low for him. He hadn’t reached something like this even in his college days, when he read millions of words of smut day after day.

What if someone walked in on him? Shen Yuan gripped his cock, carefully massaging it, trying to keep silent. It was surprisingly easy to lose himself in the sensations. The buzz under his skin seemed to heighten, and for some absurd reason he almost felt something vibrate deep inside of him, somewhere where he knew his prostate would be.

He leaned forward, chasing the pleasure, and closed his eyes.

As he thumbed at the slit of his cock he imagined it being the cold presence of the mites. His finger tried to press into it, but was too wide, too big, and the pressure was never enough.

His panting filled the bathroom, and he threw his head back, the movements of his hand becoming faster.

The doorknob twisted, and the closed door buckled, but didn’t open.

Shen Yuan jumped on the toilet seat with a yelp.

“Hey,” came muffled from the other side of the door. “Will you take long?”

His heart hammered in his ears. Shen Yuan cleared his throat, letting go of his cock. “No!” He coughed. “I mean— Yes! Yes! I will take long!” After a moment, he added, “Sorry!”

“Aw, shucks,” the woman responded. “Take your time then, I’m going to the other restroom.”

Shen Yuan’s face burned in read splotches. This was why masturbating at work was a VERY BAD IDEA! He cleared his throat again, looking down at his lap.

His cock did not lose enthusiasm, though. Precum dribbled out from it freely, almost as if it was amused by the predicament.

“Fuck!” Shen Yuan swore. What did he have to lose? The worst has already happened.

He took himself in hand again, and swiftly returned to the task. It was hard to control himself, and the slapping of flesh sounded in the bathroom. Whatever! He needed to finish soon. With a trembling hand he tore toilet paper, gathering it like a tissue and placed it before his cock.

His stomach tensed, and small groans left his lips. He remembered how in that hallucination he felt unable to move, forced to listen to the whims of that creature. How it felt as if he was pressed against a cold, metal table. His brows scrunched, and he came with a whine, trying to catch everything onto the paper.

The orgasm was much softer and gentler than yesterday. He gently held himself through it, his hips slowly rolling, and the head of hick cock brushed against the cooling come on the toilet paper.

As his breathing calmed down he opened his eyes, to see something… red? In place of his come?

With a jerk, he let go of the paper, dropping it onto the ground. The come splattered onto the ground and he swore, quickly pulling his pants back on. His breathing caught in his chest, and…

He was bleeding?

Shen Yuan bent down and carefully picked up the paper. The fluid was… pink, not red. And… it seemed alive?! It swarmed… it dripped onto the floor and moved in the direction of the door.

Shen Yuan stared at it, frozen. The fluid continued to drip drown, almost as if it wanted to, had to do so. The paper became cleaner and cleaner, everything flowing away form it and dripping onto the floor.

Just like yesterday, Shen Yuan thought weakly.

The first drop was already squeezing itself under the door of the bathroom. Shen Yuan stepped over the puddle, and unlocked the door. The… come? Continued to push forward and in the direction of… Shen Yuan blanched. It was the direction of that room. Of course, he could have been wrong, because there were many other rooms to the left of the bathroom, but…

He gulped. Yesterday had happened after all. It was not a hallucination.

Or maybe he simply was still high. He should get checked by a doctor. With this, Shen Yuan carefully returned to the bathroom, washed his hands, and flushed down the already clean paper.

“Everything seems fine,” the company’s doctor said, her voice ringing through the pristine, white room. Her office was located on the ground floor of the company’s building. All employees had free access to private healthcare.

“Are you sure?” Shen Yuan insisted, buttoning up his shirt on the seat.

“Yes,” the doctor replied. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Unless there’s a symptom you’re not sharing with me.”

Shen Yuan smiled nervously. “I just saw something odd today. A figment of the mind.”

“Oh!” Her fingers flitted over the keyboard, writing sentences into his patient’s chart. “I see you’ve been working the past few days. Maybe your organism is yet to get used to the lack of windows… are you sleeping well?”

Shen Yuan shifted on the chair. “Kind of.”

The doctor smiled at him warmly. “Maybe take the tomorrow off, you deserve some rest.”

Shen Yuan listened to the advice. He did his best to sleep through the night and into the morning. The sunlight filtered lazily into the room, sneaking through the curtains. Its golden tones illuminated Shen Yuan’s naked back as he tossed and turned on the soft mattress.

Restful energy buzzed through him. It was odd, but his balls seemed… heavy? Heavier than usual. As if he had two rocks attached to his scrotum.

There was electricity lurking under his skin and in his loins. It sneaked up his spine in a determined current, curling around the base of his skull and prickling his ears with heat. His hand tensed in the sheets, his legs pressing together and he gasped as his cock rubbed against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. He turned onto his stomach.

He had woken up hard. He hadn’t touched himself. Even when the boner died down, it remained incredibly sensitive.

The electricity seemed to pool at the base of his skull like an intense warmth trying to relax his muscles. Shen Yuan rolled his hips, letting his cock pressure into the bed covers. His hips continued lazily moving up and down, angling in a circle. Precum smeared onto his pajamas, and he could only press his eyes shut, savoring the warm sun.

The warmth at the base of his skull slowly traveled down, lower and lower, gathering in his lungs like stardust. His stomach tensed, and something sparked inside of him. It was almost as if phantom hands were gripping his waist and brushing past his nipples.

The sheets were cool under his body, but quickly warmed up. They were rough past his nipples, but it only caused Shen Yuan to moan softly.

He pushed his hand into his pajamas and took a hold of his cock. It was so, so painfully hard. Aching, almost.

His spit smeared onto his pillow and his brows scrunched in concentration. He pulled the foreskin back with his fingers, carefully massaging the cockhead. Every gasping intake of air only made goosebumps erupt over his skin.

Shen Yuan slowly stroked himself, savoring the moment. It was long since he had a day like this—calm, indulgent and slow. Usually he had to rush from place to place, the calm college days long gone.

His hand moved up and down, up and down. His breathing grew faster and his hand moved harshly, faint wet sounds filling the room. He felt his muscles tense, his grip become stiffer. His cock throbbed and Shen Yuan curled his hips and—

Nothing.

He continued pushing forward, his hand fast and determined. Still, he didn’t come.

Shen Yuan huffed, blowing air against a strand of hair that tried to fall into his eyes. He rolled onto his back and pushed his clean hand under his pillow, digging around for his phone. Carefully, he pulled it from under his head and opened the internet.

It was hard to type with one hand, but he managed to do so. He quickly opened a porn site and resumed stroking himself at a leisurely pace.

He looked through the homepage, seeing the oddly contorted women and wrinkling his nose at POV videos. Nowadays it was hard to find quality pornography—everything was either brutal or focused just on the genitalia. Where was the aesthetic sensibility? The overplayed feminine moans surely took everyone out of it.

His finger hovered for a moment over the thumbnail of a beautiful man posing with a gnarly silicone tentacle. This… this wasn’t probably a good idea. The memory of the creature in that lab room burned in Shen Yuan’s mind. If anyone ever got themselves a tentacle monster the animal would get no pleasure from it, and any titillation would just be the side effect of its murderous intent!

He quickly moved on, scrolling lower and lower. Nothing seemed to work, and Shen Yuan’s cock was only kept hard by the swift movements of his hand.

Well… it couldn’t hurt if he checked out something new. He was a scientist studying animals, and humans were in the kingdom animalia! Weird mating rituals would help Shen Yuan understand why that creature, that clam had touched him! And why it seemed to… like his cum.

Shen Yuan quickly scrolled back up, found the video of the man with the tentacle, and said good-bye to his dignity.

The man in the video slowly worked the tentacle into himself. Shen Yuan’s strokes became harsher and harsher. Whatever of his arousal already dissipated quickly came back into him.

A shiver crawled through his skin, and his hips jerked on their own. His hand carefully slipped over the head of his cock and he hissed.

The man in the video now almost had the whole upper half of the tentacle inside of himself, and Shen Yuan thought he’d end there, but no! He poured more lube over it, letting it drip down the length. The man’s cock was hard and dripping, quite big on its own. His muscular chest tensed and he panted.

Shen Yuan quickly turned up the volume of the video, and little gasps and moans sounded from his phone. Huh! Gay men must find this attractive, he thought to himself.

There was something odd, though. His cock wasn’t oozing more precum, despite remaining hard and aching. Whatever had dribbled out of him at the start was all there was. He also wasn’t cumming despite feeling terribly on the edge.

It must be because of stress! (Please let it be because of stress!)

Shen Yuan climbed onto all fours, placing his phone against his pillow. Maybe changing the position would help. He looked as the man worked two more inches of the tentacle. Shen Yuan, purely for scientific reasons, tried to imagine how it would be like. The mites had been delicate, their trickle nothing more than a bead of sweat rolling down his taint.

Shen Yuan bit his lip, tightened his grip, pushed his thumb against the slit of his cockhead and—

Nothing.

No cum. No orgasm. What the hell?!

Shen Yuan panted, bowing his head in defeat. Maybe he couldn’t cum simply because he kept thinking about that poor, confused creature. He wanted to cum so badly he might have sobbed.

The next day at work Shen Yuan remained restless. He couldn’t help it! His body denied him release, and he was not going to masturbate at work again just to see if it would work! Nuh-uh!

The day went on slowly and quietly. Boringly. Oddly. Hornily.

And when Shen Yuan went back home, he quickly undressed, jumping in the shower. Maybe he needed to relax in warm water first! But as he turned on the water and as it hit his back, his cock jerking in interest, just as it had done the entire day at the least inclination of pleasure.

Shen Yuan gripped himself tightly, his balls almost hurting for release. He tried and tried and tried to bring himself to the brink. His grip was tighter, then lighter, softer and harsher. His jerks were faster and slower, feathery and jittery, and nothing happened.

No orgasm. No cum. No precum. Only water, making skin stick to skin, turning his touch chaffing and his fingertips wrinkly.

Alright! Shen Yuan understood the message! He got spared by the creature, but he wasn’t left entirely unchanged. His dick got harmed!

Shen Yuan had a pretty good dose of self preservation instinct. That’s why he didn’t enter the room the clam-creature occupied. He did not, but he had some tests to conduct in his free time. That’s why he walked past the door to that room and—

His cock twitched?! It jerked to the side, eagerly almost pointing at the closed door.

Shen Yuan stared at his crotch for a long while, hand pressed against his chin in consternation. His cock was not only turned useless, but also became a navigation device. If his supervisors learned this he himself would have undoubtedly became a specimen in a room.

With a tired sigh, he dragged his hand over his face and pushed his hair back.

The mites in various flasks, a fresh batch raising their tiny limbs in a rush to embrace him. He couldn’t forget how it felt to let them touch his skin, crawl over him, into him. Shen Yuan looked around himself, and slipped the pinky finger of his left hand into the flask.

The mites quickly flooded forth, clinging to his skin in a cold embrace. Shen Yuan pulled his finger out with a pop. A red drop at the fingertip quickly flattened, climbed onto his nail and crawled into his palm, fighting gravity.

If Shen Yuan saw it happen on film, he would have thought the producers had cheaped out and settled on slow-motion video in reverse. But he was there and it was his to observe and feel as the droplet of mites crawled up his sleeve.

They easily found the tender flesh of the bend of his elbow. They pooled there, almost as if confused, before pushing higher, slithering up the soft skin of his arm. If Shen Yuan wished to, he could have imagined it was someone trying to tickle him.

The mites slipped over his shoulder and onto his chest, traveling closer to his sternum. Shen Yuan looked down the neckline of his scrubs: the mites left no residue nor any sign that they had touched his skin. They easily avoided his navel and dripped down into his pants.

It was easy for them to find his cock and even easier to find the slit and slip inside.

Huh. Fascinating. Well, it could only be expected an organism desperate for escape would do so! Being carried out into the world inside another’s organism was one of the possible strategies.

Shen Yuan’s set down the flask, putting the cork back in. For a moment he argued with himself, trying to force himself to stay in his designated room and do just what he ought to, but… He rushed out of the room.

For an animal to be this desperate to run away to enter him—it had to be terrified. Shen Yuan needed to check its vitals, see for himself that the creature was alright. His feet skipped over the ground, the click-clack of his crocs jarring on the empty corridor. Maybe he wouldn’t get killed.

His hand trembled as he pushed the door open. Empty. The upper shell of the clam rose and fell in rhythm with its breathing.

Shen Yuan felt something stir inside of him, in the literal sense. It was as if his bladder was overflowing, his stomach agitated by the sight. Warmth pooled at the bottom of his school and he took a step closer.

The clam opened more with each breath, a pair of red eyes shining from within. Shen Yuan stopped right before its table. He reached out and touched the rough shell with his fingertips. The thing wanted his cum, for whatever reason.

He petted the shell, carefully monitoring the empty room. His cock stirred, trying to strain and point at the shell.

Right. Shen Yuan pulled down his pants, just enough that his cock would be freed. His free hand reached for it and—

The upper shell opened more, creating a crack as wide as Shen Yuan’s palm was tall. Some appendage reached out of it, quickly latching onto his cock. He yelped, pulled forward by that thing, and it sucked him deeper and deeper.

Mewls fell from his mouth in a prayer, his cock growing rock-hard in seconds. He doubled over himself, hands gripping onto the cold table. His jaw snapped shut and he grit his teeth, trying to quieten down.

The monster, because that’s what this thing was, kept on sucking with a renewed ferocity.

Shen Yuan’s hips snapped forward against his will, his organism rocking into the wet softness. The flesh of the clam was cold, and it made goosebumps raise on his skin. Something prodded at the tip of his cock, like a finger trying to push itself under the foreskin.

Shen Yuan mewled, whimpered and helplessly let the creature do whatever it wanted.

The waistband of his pants dug painfully into his thighs as he stumbled from side to side, trying to remain upright. He couldn’t fall while connected to the creature—he would pull it off the table, and its shell would crack. His hands tightened on the edge of the table so hard he was scared his nails would splinter.

The creature continued its work, and Shen Yuan forgot himself in the sensations. His mouth hung open, spit gathering at his lower lip. His stomach clenched, ready to orgasm.

And then, the creature stopped, withdrawing completely and snapping its shell shut. In his confusion, Shen Yuan barely managed to hear steps on the corridor. He quickly pulled his pants up, putting both hands into his pockets and tenting the fabric with them.

The steps were coming closer and closer, and Shen Yuan, like a normal person, dashed out of the room before he could be found out.

His heart hammered in his chest. He heard nothing but the buzzing of blood. His cock rubbed against the fabric of his pants, and no doubt left a wet stain at the front. Shen Yuan turned on his heel, caught the knob of the bathroom door, and ran inside, locking the door behind himself.

His back pressed against the door and his head hit it with a dull thud.

What a mess. At least the creature didn’t kill him.

He was still so hard he thought he could combust at any moment. With a hiss, he pushed his pants down and took a hold of his cock. A few swift strokes would do it, nothing more. Shen Yuan resumed his actions, trying to keep silent.

For some reason, though, his cock refused to listen. No matter how he applied pressure—how much, where, how fast—he failed to come. Wonderful. The clam gave him Erectile Dysfunction’s worse cousin: blue balls’ curse.

It was another few hours before Shen Yuan decided to throw his common sense out to the wind and sneak into that laboratory room again. He could hardly be blamed for doing so! The fact it stopped him from orgasming was a clear cry for help!

His legs shook with apprehension as he opened the door during the lunch break. The clam was there and eagerly opened upon seeing him. A long appendage reached in his direction, puckering and opening eagerly.

Shen Yuan wasted no time before pulling down his pants and pushing inside. Delicious suction enveloped him, soft flesh pulsing around him. His mouth opened with a chocked sob. It felt too good, too quickly.

The siphon—because that’s what it had to be—pulsed and elongated, enveloping him fully and clasping at the base of his cock. The creature’s flesh was tender, silvery, and covered in mucus that added wonderful glide to Shen Yuan’s cock.

His hips jerked, rutting into the cool suction, and he leaned forward, resting his hands on the metal table.

The creature sucked ferociously, at moments Shen Yuan feared it wanted to pull his cock somewhere deeper, somewhere where it had teeth and could feast on his flesh, but the suction, the soft pressure… they were too much! He couldn’t pull out, not even if he wanted to.

It had to be safe, otherwise the creature wouldn’t have wasted so much time before drinking his blood.

There was a faint buzzing sound coming from the computers and various machines littering the lab, as they monitored vital functions of the clams. For some reason, they reminded Shen Yuan of vibrators.

He gasped as the clam opened the siphon around him only to clench it harder against his cockhead. His hips instinctively pulled back, only to push back inside and bury himself to the root. The skin covering the siphon was cool against his hips.

The clam was moving faster, pulsing and sucking as if awaiting a great meal. Shen Yuan panted, trying to stay somewhat still and let it do whatever it wanted to.

With a few stutters of hips—he came, embarrassingly early. Well, would have been embarrassingly early if he had been doing it with a human. The clam didn’t seem to mind, but didn’t stop sucking at all!

Shen Yuan moaned loudly, his orgasm prolonging itself over and over again. His hips tries to shy away from the clam, but couldn’t do so. The siphon somehow reached lower and enveloped his balls, pulling him close and keeping him there.

Shen Yuan almost fell onto the table, hands gripping the edges and his shirt scraping over the enormous shell. The creature continued on sucking, massaging and torturing him.

He couldn’t control the sounds leaving his throat, the shudders coming through him and the way his face contorted. The creature must have not heard about refractory period! He tried to pull away, but the siphon tightened. The pulling on his cock and balls was almost painful, but against the shakes of his body he tried. He tried! And as the clam’s shell made metal shriek as it was pulled against it—he made himself stop.

It was just a mindless creature, and it didn’t deserve to die due to his stupidity!

As time passed, his body calmed down and he felt himself grow hard again. The creature sucked less and less, and he rocked his hips encouragingly. It wasn’t as if he could stop now, after all!

The clam seemed to get the message and renewed its ministrations. It seemed to understand him better now, and clenched around him in pulses and waves. He moaned, and his shirt hitched higher. With a shaking hand he pulled it even higher, revealing his nipples, because, well, he didn’t want the shirt to get dirty!

Shen Yuan felt sparks under his too hot skin, the cold, rough shell making his nipples perk. If only the clam was warm, it would have been even better! But even like this, its coolness seemed to only enhance his senses.

The clam opened even more and it’s edge dug into Shen Yuan’s stomach. The suction remained unchanged and he moaned openly, even as he felt more soft, cold flesh spill at the front of his hips, delicately grazing the skin and raising goosebumps.

It was almost like the creature was kissing his legs, reaching in between them, soothing him and trying to calm his body.

Huh! Quite interesting! Shen Yuan bowed his head, moaning loudly.

“Good, good,” he said, and the creature actually reacted to it—it kept the suction stable, massaging the same spots, groping his balls… Oh!

Shen Yuan’s body tensed, it was so close! So near! He keened, his hips rocking faster. They slapped against the flesh of the creature and it shied away, retracting into the shell.

“No, no!” Shen Yuan said, calming his body down. “Don’t go away, I’m so sorry!’”

The creature reached out again, cool flesh pressing against hot skin. They continued like this, working together. The siphon pulsed in waves, pearly and almost translucent. Shen Yuan could make out a bulge in it where his cock pressed into it. He stared, marveling. Something like a red eye seemed to stare at him, spilled from the side of the shell.

With a strangled cry, Shen Yuan came again.

The clam tried to suck on him more and tears spilled from his eyes, his orgasm racking through his body. “No! No, stop, please! P-Please! Stop!”

The creature didn’t listen this time. And Shen Yuan kept moaning. His nipples kept grazing against the shell. Heavy sobs spilled from his lips, and the creature eased the suction.

“Please!” Shen Yuan exclaimed, hands shaking the table. “There isn’t anything more! I’m spent, I promise!” With a final suck that seemed almost like a kiss to his hips, the siphon finally let go of him, letting his balls out. Shen Yuan pulled out with a relieved gasp. “Thank you!”

The clam slammed shut again. Shen Yuan took a moment to catch his breath, hands clinging to the table. He pushed his hair back, his fingers tightening in them.

It was hard to process everything. Well! No need to!

Shen Yuan pulled his pants back up, hissing as his soft, over sensitive cock touched the fabric, and walked on wobbly legs to the door. His hand tightened on the knob and just as he was about to leave, he said, “I will be back.”

Shen Yuan got fired. He stared at the letter in his hands, hunched over himself, hearing nothing but ringing in his ears.

The employee of Abyss Labs with this day XX.XX.XXXX is no longer allowed on the premises… …blacklisted from… for engaging in acts…

OK, maybe he heard something other than ringing. He heard the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He should have had expected this! But no, he had to molest that overgrown clam! Or rather, let it molest HIM. The room had to be monitored, but Shen Yuan couldn’t recall seeing a camera anywhere in that room.

But surely, if they saw the tapes, they would have known that the creature did it on its own. Shen Yuan only wanted to help! Do his part in making the object of study happy! As if he had enjoyed himself! What was there to enjoy?

But then, he was sad for the creature. It seemed friendly. It would no doubt be confused as to why he didn’t come back.

In this sour mood Shen Yuan continued his sad existence through the next week. He did not masturbate, he did not leave his flat. Mostly, he just scrolled on his phone and read trashy novels, trying to ignore the fact he was about to be relying on his parents’ money again.

By the end of the week his sweatsuit got a specific smell that Shen Yuan always dubbed ‘neet odour’. The discolored sploshes at the front of the sweatshirt only added to the fashionable value of the set.

Thankfully, no one had to see him in this state. Shen Yuan could easily relax into his bed and melt into the mattress. His limbs could fall heavily and…

Someone knocked at his door.

Shen Yuan jumped upwards on the bed, and the knocking repeated with more force.

Could it be his parents already?

Again. Thump, thump, thump.

Shen Yuan grabbed the neckline of his shirt, quickly pulling it off. He pushed down the pants, trying not to lose his balance, but they just bunched up at his ankles. The legs only tangled more and more around his feet as he tried to kick the pants off. With the nimble grace of a penguin Shen Yuan wobbled to his closet, pulling out a fresh set of clothing.

Once decent, he ran to the door and opened them, but before ‘Mom, please, I’m fine’ could leave his lips, a busty woman pushed inside.

A busty woman that was not, in fact, his mother.

She eyed him up and down, from the mussed, oily hair, right to the naked feet. “Mr. Shen Yuan?”

Shen Yuan nodded dumbly.

“The Abyss Labs wish to… interview you for another job opportunity.”

Shen Yuan’s mouth popped open. He blinked at her, shook his head and crossed his arms. “Why?”

The woman looked around the room. “The matter cannot be discussed here. If you’re interested, come with me back to the lab, now.”

It was hard to hide his shock, even harder to understand what the company could have wanted from him, but Shen Yuan only nodded, and grabbed the keys to his apartment.

“You want me to do WHAT?” Shen Yuan asked, wide-eyed.

The AC unit whizzed to life in the room. The woman across from him leaned forward. “The exact same thing you have already done, thrice.”

Shen Yuan gaped at her. They were in a very nice, expensive office designed with minimalism in mind. It looked like the room belonged to a lawyer, or the owner of a multi-million dollar company, with the newest computer placed at the desk, and yet, it was probably in this very room that she watched the footage.

Watched Shen Yuan spending time with the test subject.

Shen Yuan gulped. “But I got fired.”

As the woman was about to answer, the phone on the desk rung, and she picked up the phone. There were garbled sounds coming from the other end. Pause. The woman’s finger tapped nervously against the plastic phrame. “Tell them to hold off from making sushi… keep on the ready, the current strategy is failing.”

Oh! This sounded familiar… Shen Yuan had heard it before, and… sushi was made from fish. Panic washed down his spine as he realized what she probably meant— “Will he get harmed if I don’t agree?”

The woman blinked at him and got off the call. “He?”

Shen Yuan licked his lips. “If I don’t, ejaculate, into the… test subject… what will happen to him?”

“I can’t disclose this kind of information.”

Shen Yuan’s hand tensed in his lap. “Alright. I will do this.”

This apparently meant strolling into the test room in a hospital gown (‘it will make monitoring your health easier!’), about to… have sex with??? No! Masturbate with the assistance of an overgrown clam, while being spectated by ten women.

Oh well! Apparently the clam normally fed on sperm it filtrated from water, and without this precious source of nutrition it slowly starved under the care of the scientists, Shen Yuan had been told.

All the staff taking care of it were female, spare for him, he had been told.

There was no one else who could feed the creature, he had been told.

Alright. Time to feed the Luonia Binghendi.

Shen Yuan held the hospital gown tightly around himself, one of his hands twisting backwards in an attempt to hold it closed in the back. His laboratory flip-flops clapped across the floor.

The clam snapped shut when it sensed someone coming.

Shen Yuan stepped close and patted the shell. “Here, here. I’m back.”

The shell slowly rose, a sliver of flesh reaching forward. It brushed against the fabric of the gown, and quickly retreated, the shell snapping shut once more.

Shen Yuan bit his lip, head turning so he could look into one of the very obvious cameras. He wished he could have asked the team discretely, ‘Now what? Do I need to undress?’, but the team was just a team behind a camera, and not a system in his head. Shen Yuan patted the shell, scratching gently its rough surface. “I won’t disappear again, I came back to feed you.”

The shell snapped open, flesh spilling forth and quickly hiking up Shen Yuan’s gown. He jerked away with a yelp. Luonia Binghendi cared nothing for his shock, eagerly searching for his cock and maneuvering it into its siphon.

Before he could process what was happening, he was already being sucked and massaged, his cock hardening inside the creature. It worked and worked, sucking with the fervor of a vacuum cleaner.

Shen Yuan patted the shell, trying to make the creature stop, but it only pulled him forward with more force. It was too much! Too fast! Not pleasurable at all! His fist slammed into the tabletop, making the thing shake.

The clam ignored it, enthusiastically keeping him close. Who could fault it? It desperately needed nutrients. Shen Yuan was the only one who could feed it. It was to be expected that Luonia would be like an overexcited, clingy puppy. Shen Yuan yelped again, looking in panic at the camera as a moan was torn out of him. It was like being consumed, as if the flesh of the clam was about to climb inside of him.

It was as if it was trying to pull him inside its shell.

He couldn’t exactly tell where he began and Luonia started. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when pain turned into pleasure. Stuttering moans left his lips, his hips snapping erratically. The clam’s hard, rough surface grated against his skin. The coldness made his body shy away. The edge of its shell dug painfully into his waist.

The camera focused on him and his movements, following the smallest twitch of his leg.

Luonia Binghendi didn’t care about being observed. It slurped Shen Yuan’s cock, its walls relaxing around the length only to coil tightly around it. Its soft tongue-like leg pressed into Shen Yuan’s flesh. He tried not to whimper as he was pushed to his limits, and tried to keep his hips from jerking too much. No matter how he felt he couldn’t accidentally hurt the clam, after all!

In his haze, he thought he heard the sound of a camera flash. What were they taking pictures for?! He was just doing his job!

Shen Yuan felt something enter his cock. It slithered inside slowly, and felt like the lightest of licks placed against his cockhead. His body bowed down, his perk nipples grazed against the rough shell as he moaned in pleasure.

The thing—most likely the mites—entered him. They pushed his walls open, and swelled inside of him into firm lumps. The mites continued to come higher and they massaged his prostate thoroughly, trying to milk it dry.

Shen Yuan felt a soft, cold tentacle sneak in between his legs and graze his taint behind his balls, but he was too lost to the sensations to think anything of it.

His cock was massaged from the inside and outside simultaneously, and the clam seemed focused on its work. Shen Yuan allowed himself to melt into sensations.

He felt sounds leave his mouth, but didn’t hear them. His hips rocked softly into the clam, into its soft, cool flesh, so soothing to his feverish skin. Something kept growing against his inner thigh, swelling close to his chrysanthemum. Yet still, the sensation soothed him, as if it was trying to assure him.

Slowly, Shen Yuan came with a cry, and the rod of mites inside his cock rapidly withdrew, cleaning him from his cum. Shen Yuan pressed his hands on both sides of the clam and breathed heavily, coming back from his orgasm.

Luonia didn’t let go of him, though.

It was fine, because it wasn’t trying to bring more pleasure to him.

Shen Yuan sighed, and tried to pull out, only to turn around and fall onto the floor with a squawk. He raised himself on shaky arms and felt—

Something petted his chrysanthemum, slowly pushing in like a narrow finger.

Shen Yuan tried to stand up from the floor, but was quickly pulled back down by unseen forces. The ‘finger’ entered him slowly. It was very narrow and soft, and didn’t hurt at all. It pushed inside, exploring him. He felt it stretch inside his stomach and slowly pull more of itself inside.

He dared to turn his head back and look at the clam. A long tendril stretched from its shell into his backside. The tendril was very thick and wrinkled at its base in Luonia’s shell, but quickly narrowed as it neared Shen Yuan, folding and unfolding like an accordion.

Shen Yuan felt as if four shackles were placed against his wrists and ankles, keeping him trapped.

“Do not panic,” a female voice sounded through a speaker. “It’s a rare chance to see its reproductive habits! Keep still, you’re doing great!”

Huh?! REPRODUCTIVE?! Shen Yuan tried to squirm away, but the invisible shackles kept him in place.

No matter how he struggled (or didn’t) the long tendril kept pushing into him, slowly thickening, its surface sometimes hard and smooth only to turn fleshy again. Shen Yuan felt his insides stretch around the intruder, as it pushed deeper into him, and coiled through something that felt like a second ring of muscles.

He panted into the cold tile floor, his chest erupting in goosebumps.

The tendril kept filling him, crowding against his prostate like a fist! Dear clam!!! The fact he was okay with some acts, didn’t mean you ought to go all in!!!!

The only thing that calmed his poor heart was the knowledge there was a doctor in the next room, ready to fix him if anything went wrong. Shen Yuan resigned himself to his fate, curling his hands into fists and taking inhaling deeply.

He tried to breathe with his stomach, pushing his diaphragm down, but it only made him feel so much more filled. Stuffed. He was being carefully, slowly stretched. The tendril was so deep inside of him, so deep, and yet it kept coming, kept pushing in.

His mouth hung open, his eyes closing against his will. He felt dizzy.

Luonia, though, eagerly pushed forth, almost happily. It was stupid to think of the clam’s movements in these categories, as it didn’t posses a brain and its interpretation of acts had to be different from Shen Yuan’s, but he couldn’t help himself!

It was in human nature to add personality to the thing pleasuring you, after all!

Shen Yuan’s cheeks burned bright red. Thankfully, everyone working here had to sign an NDA. And the only thing that allowed him to push through despite his thin face, was Luonia’s life. Someone had to feed it.

Yes. That’s why Shen Yuan was doing this.

Slick mucus slid down Shen Yuan’s thigh and he moaned, feeling its coolness against hit hot flesh. His cock strained with pleasure, each new pump of flesh against his prostate making it weakly spurt some precum.

Shen Yuan’s stomach started to swell, at first looking as if he had just eaten a very good meal, then bulging out some more. The pressure at his chrysanthemum didn’t get unbearable or any worse, but man, the pressure inside of him. He felt as if he was about to burst.

The tendril entering him was getting thicker, and Shen Yuan was a bit scared. It wasn’t like he had been practicing, and knowing nature, he probably should have, seeing the size of the thing entering him.

A weak orgasm took him by surprise. His cock spurted come mixed with the red mites onto the floor. His insides pulsed around the tendril, and it stopped.

Shen Yuan gasped, staring as the mites began their trek carrying his come to Luonia.

His shoulders shook and his head dropped. His lower stomach protruded nicely, and he moaned, seeing how his shallow breathing made his skin stretch more.

“Um,” a voice sounded from the speakers, “Um… Don’t panic, but we think its… yeah we think its trying to inseminate…” WHAT?! “um, no, lay an egg? In you? But don’t panic we are ready to stop this!”

Shen Yuan stared in shock at the camera. “Stop?”

A vague clinking sound came from the speaker. “YEAH! We have well, acid to, well, we can stop this!”

“No!” Shen Yuan heard himself say. He blinked repeatedly. It was so hard to think like this! “Well, I mean—” A gasp and a strangled moan tore out of him as the tendril inside of him moved. “Argh! I can handle it!”

Silence.

It slowly dawned on Shen Yuan what he had just said… well, Luonia was a valuable specimen! He couldn’t allow for it to get hurt!

“A-alright!” came from the speaker.

Shen Yuan stared in confusion at the floor. Well! Better not to think about anything now! Yeah! He wasn’t going to think about it! It should fix the problem!

The tendril inside of him moved again, and Shen Yuan hardened. His curiosity made him turn his head backwards, but only a little, only enough to see— Oh, okay. His chrysanthemum was not going to survive this!

The tendril was swollen at the base, almost as if it was full with a… cluster of something. Okay, Shen Yuan! You can do this!

Shen Yuan screwed his eyes shut and did his best to try and relax. He kept waiting for the big rupture, for the pain, for the awful, awful ending, but it wasn’t coming. Against himself, his backside relaxed.

He felt something round, cold, stretch him. He had no idea how could he feel the object through the flesh of the tendril, and he was too scared to ask. He breathed with relief at this.

Slowly the… orbs? Entered him one by one. His poor prostate was assaulted, each new intrusion feeling like a bolt of lighting was trying to wake his poor cock! His breathing came in small gasps, moans breaking out from him against his will.

The things crowded deep in his core, clinking against each other, and stuffing him full. The invisible shackles holding his arms slowly released him, and Shen Yuan laid his head atop his crossed arms. Like this, the stretch became a bit more bearable.

He closed his eyes, and tried to relax.

The in-pouring of orbs was a steady rhythm that occasionally jostled his body, and he eventually got used to the tingling feeling in his groin. His thighs shook, trying to close but unable to. Each new pop of the orb became something expected, and almost normal.

His stomach bore the swell well, and Shen Yuan tried not to think how pregnant he looked, nor how hard his cock was.

He felt the tendril slowly pull out of him, almost in apology. Each centimeter it pulled out, it made twice for by putting in him another orb. He moaned, feeling how hard his stomach became.

At last, the tendril withdrew fully, sealing him with the biggest orb. Shen Yuan came with a strangled cry, again. The pressure of the orbs filling him was overwhelming and allowed him no reprieve, prolonging his orgasm. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he mumbled a strangled, “No, no, it’s too much, please…”

He did his best not to move, keeping in place. Only now was he allowed to feel how cold the floor was behind him, and he realized with dismay his stomach almost touched the floor. Once his organism calmed down, Shen Yuan shifted from one knee to another, feeling his swollen insides. He tried to sit up, but an undignified squawk was torn of him. The big orb inside his rectum assaulted his prostate.

He huffed a careful breath, concentrating on keeping the muscles of his stomach relaxed, and raised himself on his forearms.

Huh! Easy enough. He carefuly climbed onto his palms, then, heavily rocked backwards and sat on the floor. His hand carefully felt his stomach, patting it, and feeling the orbs shifting inside.

Shen Yuan wiped at his face, pressing his eyes shut. This is not what he had signed for! At all!

As if led by some long forgotten instinct, Shen Yuan experimentally pushed, trying to get at least one orb out, but was unsuccessful. He was so full! It wasn’t fair! His body wasn’t suited for these things! He was not a woman!

Shen Yuan carefully leaned backwards, using one of his hands as support. He pushed again, but was unsuccessful.

“Beloved,” a deep voice sounded through the room, and Shen Yuan jumped in place out of fear! The motion pushed a big round pearl out of his intestine, and it clattered onto the floor.

Shen Yuan slowly turned around to see that the clam had opened fully, to reveal a beautiful man, with muscular arms and a peerless face. He had red eyes, and—HUH?! THE CLAM TURNED HUMANOID ONLY AFTER SEX?

But before Shen Yuan could say anything, the speakers creaked and the voice of his supervisor said: “Interesting! We would like to prolong your contract, Shen Yuan!”

The end.