ASEC - Clinic

Prior to the Adaptive Sexual Enhancement Code (ASEC) being identified, life was different. Everyone had a mobile telephone, we watched TV… speakers and screens were everywhere. We used technology to talk to one another without a care. We didn’t realise what the ASEC signal was, or what it did, let alone that it could be lurking in any broadcast, any audio visual communication. That’s why so many of those unaffected were hearing or sight impaired, they were immune if they couldn’t hear and see the ASEC burst - at least until the ASEC bioload phase began. But that’s a whole other problem, really.

One of the earliest cases that was able to be documented, one that proved vital in understanding what happened, took place in a health clinic. There were witnesses and even CCTV. In the hours before this there was anecdotal evidence of family members changing, but of course none of the affected would turn themselves in. They were too busy. Below are the details. 

Nurse Rebecca Moore called her patient David Thorne forward from the waiting room. David was an overweight 70 year old man with heart problems, and was a regular at the clinic. He was a widower, and had fallen into poor health after losing his wife fifteen years earlier. He hadn’t had sex since, and now he was barely capable of getting an erection. Rebecca usually saw him for his monthly check ups, and walked with him down the corridor. Rebecca was thirty years old, a smart and kind woman but also a little lonely. She was tall, bony and angular, flat chested and far from a beauty. She’d been treated badly in the few relationships she’d had, and had repressed her sexual desire. She had resigned herself to a life alone. 

As they reached the door to the examination room, David’s phone bleeped. “It’s a message from my sister! Now, what’s it say…” He held it up to eye level, squinting as he navigated the interface. Rebecca peered curiously as the message opened and released a startling burst of static and a series of flashes into their faces. The pair became almost immediately light-headed, though Rebecca had the wherewithal to hold David up and lead him into the room before she needed to sit. David leaned with his hands on the bed, breathing hard.

From the office chair where she had collapsed, Rebecca watched David grunt and moan. He seemed to be… growing taller? The fat around his middle dwindled and his trousers and underpants slipped down his thighs. His arms and shoulders bulked out with muscle, and the bald spot on the back of his head bristled and filled in. Straightening up, David clenched and unclenched large new hands, testing his movements, before turning to face Rebecca.

“Oh fuck…” she breathed, as she took in the newly formed hunk before her. The fat had burned off his body, he’d lost forty years and gained muscle, a broad, strong chest, a tight stomach, and… and… Rebecca was salivating. Literally drooling. David held his long, thick dick, sliding his hand back and forward as it grew harder, bigger. She pushed a newly blonde strand of hair out of her face as she edged closer to him. She had shrunk until she was just over five feet tall, but her nurse’s blues could still not contain the two luscious breasts that exploded from her chest. They were round, almost fake looking in their fullness. Her body remained slim but had started to curve in the places it never had before. She could smell the precum gathering on his cock end as he wanked, and the sensation unloosed a flood of unarticulated desire. It tumbled from her newly sensuous mouth in a filthy torrent. 

“I need this big horsecock in my mouth… Fuck, I feel like such a dirty fucking whore. I want you to use me, all of me, to get off. Use my face as your cumrag!”

His reply was gruff, unexpectedly forceful. “Open your mouth, slut. You’ve needed a hard facefucking for years.” She eagerly began sucking him, running her tongue between the rigid bell of his dick and the silky foreskin around it. She replaced his hand with hers, and started jacking him hard against the back of her mouth. This was the sexual freedom she had never been able to attain… the freedom to savour hard flesh, to engage in the push and pull of a fuck.

Rebecca pulled her mouth off him. “My cunt first,” she instructed. Her reconstructed body craved it, and as his foot long cock pushed her pussy apart, sinking deeper, she knew that she would never not want this. He bottomed out at around two thirds of his length, and she could feel him nudging her cervix as he fucked her. On her knees, she could feel herself changing further, tattoos swirling into place, new needs dropping into the forefront of her brain.

“No… deeper… my arsehole. Please fuck my arsehole you big dicked bastard.” He complied, pulling her butt towards him and pressing home. Unlubricated and unprepared, her ring stung as it stretched around the mammoth knob. Rebecca gasped, relishing the transformation of pain to pleasure as he rubbed the sensitive walls of her colon.

She climbed on top of him, using her weight to jam his length further and further inside until she was sitting firmly on his lap. She raised and dropped, raised and dropped, fucking herself onto him. She ran her hand down her stomach, feeling the bulge of him inside, then lower, stroking her hard clit, then down to his hefty scrotum. Rebecca squeezed wickedly.

“I need all this spunk on my face and knockers, so use my arse until you’re ready to blow. Come on, bang my fucking hole! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaargnnnh I’m coming!”

David did as he was told, thrusting relentlessly into her. “You’re going to get such a coating. Get ready, you jizz hungry cocksleeve.” Jumping to his feet, he put his dick in Rebecca’s face. She stroked and slurped eagerly, tasting the depths of herself on him.

“Blast me,” she said between mouthfuls, “I need it!” David unleashed his cum. It filled her mouth completely, far more than she could swallow. The jizz splashed out around the seal of her lips, then gushed from the corner of her mouth. He withdrew, firing spurts onto her neck and tits, and she grabbed his cock, poking out back into the slimy pit of her mouth. He added to the load. She thought for a moment that she might enjoy choking on the thick cum as it clogged her throat, and swallowed recklessly. She found herself almost having to chew to separate it, so viscous and sticky was the volume of sperm in her.

Eventually, she gasped for air, her stomach full, her pussy and ass satisfied. Neither she nor David were capable of processing what had happened to them, but they knew they wanted more. Leaving everything except Rebecca’s car keys, they pulled their clothes together and left the clinic.