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Info: A drug addicted Chipp has sex with a group of men in exchange for sleeping pills.

Warnings For: Prostitution, Gyaku Ryona, Noncon, Noncon Drug-Use, Magical Drugs, Male Pregnancy, Lactation, Cuntboy/Reverse Futa, Fisting.

This is another fic I made in June that became so far my most popular oneshot for GG. I dunno why, though; seems like a lot of people enjoy reverse futa. Actual fic is under the cunt--I mean cut! Viewer discretion is highly advised.

Chipp looks past people rather than at them, unwilling to see that hungry, predatory glint that old men held in their bloodshot eyes whenever he was forced to sell ass to get his fix. It wasn't a glamorous life nor was it a proud one, but it was the fastest way he could make money while bouncing between jobs. He'd rather blow some idiots for a few hundred bucks than steal all his life. A criminal record wasn't going to do him any good if he wanted a decent government job, whenever the hell that would be. Being President was a bit of a stretch, but a man could dream.

Chipp stood at his spot on the corner between 5th and 6th where all the usual whores and druggies made their rounds. A weeknight, not many tricks were around, but a curious few were driving or walking by, giving himself as well as all the other local sluts a brief look before wandering off. Chipp didn't have to do much to stand out since he was one out of a handful of guys here who were putting out, but he still made an effort to look attractive. Shorts that rode up a little too high and a wife beater that resembled more a crop top than an actual shirt contrasted nicely with his hulking physique and figure. Chipp was bound to get someone eventually.

Chipp walked across the strip for the better part of an hour until he was suddenly approached by three young men; a brunette, a blonde, and a redhead. They wasted no time huddling around Chipp and making their intentions clear to him, their youth and vigor a welcomed respite from the old, nasty men he was so used to getting.

The brunette, who was a slightly older male with brown hair and red eyes, raised a small pill bottle to Chipp's face and shook it gently. Chipp immediately recognized what it was he was holding before regarding him inquisitively. As if reading Chipp's mind, the brunette finished his thought before Chipp could blurt it out.

"I've seen you before." The stranger says. "Only stud here worth a fuck who doesn't charge too much." He pops the bottle open and takes out one pill. It's pink and round like Ambien. "I wonder why that is."

"I'm generous where it counts." Chipp forces himself to coddle up to the stranger by pressing his huge chest against his body and running his hands down the brunette's hips. His pride pleads for him to stop, but he ignores it like he always does. "Extra bottle per hour, anything you want."

"Sounds like a deal." The Brunette places the tablet on his tongue and sticks it out for Chipp to take. Chipp mindlessly obeys and guides the man's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it briefly to take the pill down his throat. The Brunette moans and his friends take turns pinching at Chipp's ass. Chipp grunts but allows it before pulling away, energized and ready for what was in store for him.

"You gotta place, or you wanna fuck out here?"

The stranger laughs and throws an arm around Chipp's shoulder. It's a little awkward since they're the same height, but it works out well enough.

"Hope you don't mind if it's a little cramped."

~~~~~~~~~

The Ambien, if it was Ambien, was stronger than he thought.

Chipp feels hot all over, his chest fluttery and cock hard as a rock. The Brunette and his friends brought him to a grubby motel room with a bed too small to fit four men. Somehow they make it work and Chipp is currently tongue fucking the Blonde while the Redhead fondles his chest from behind. The Blonde has dark roots and eyes that bleed crimson much like the stranger's, but deeper and richer in color. Chipp thinks they're pretty and grinds down on him eagerly, feeling but otherwise not paying attention to the pair of big hands that were on his chest slip through the straps of Chipp's shirt. Fingers play with his nipples, tweaking and pulling them while a tongue swipes at Chipp's ear. Chipp groans and bites down gently on the Blonde's tongue in response. The Brunette is somewhere else in the room, huddled in the corner as if looking for something. Chipp ignores him and pleasures the two men he has now as his body grows hotter.

Mind now fuzzy and cock aching for attention, Chipp attempts to voice his wants to the men but all that comes out is a garbled moan that vibrates along the Blonde's tongue. The fog in Chipp’s head gets worse soon after, but the Blonde is aware of his needs and guides him to the bed. The Redhead from behind, a cute face with playful maroon depths that match his eyes follows after them, and Chipp lets both men strip him of his shirt and shorts as the heat in his body grows feverish. Chipp furrows his brows and tries to roll on his stomach, but instead flips to his side, suddenly too weak to move. He feels a moment of panic and then nothing as his breathing grows even and his eyes flutter close.

The last thing he hears is muffled laughter and shuffling feet.

When Chipp wakes up, he finds himself still on the bed, but unable to move. He shifts and tries to will his arms to his sides, but feels metal hold his wrists back. He panics and writhes frantically against the mattress, only stopping when he notices the shadowy figures standing over him. The men, whose bloody eyes seemed to shine menacingly in the dark, regarded Chipp like freshly caught prey. Their faces remained handsome and angular, but their bodies belied the beauty they possessed on their cheeks. Hulking and brutish with bestial markings that highlighted sinewy muscle, all men had a strange sigil on their chests that glowed with their eyes. Chipp's seen these things before, but only on television and in the occasional newspaper. These men weren't men; they were fucking Gears.

Chipp shrinks back, but the Gears follow, playing with teeming, engorged cocks that can put a horse to shame. Chipp struggled once more and immediately threatened violence, gnashing teeth as the Stranger and his men crowded around him.

"Get the fuck away from me, you freaks! I swear to God, once I break out of these I'll--"

"I don’t think you're in any position to talk, babe..." The stranger laughs as he moves his hand between Chipp's leg to press it firmly into his crotch. "Your little bitch hole is calling to me right now."

Chipp cringes and jerks upwards, but yelps at what he feels. The Stranger squishes and pokes up inside Chipp, not where his asshole is, but where his dick should be. Chipp trembles and looks down, unable to rip his eyes away from what he sees.

His dick was gone.

His fucking dick was gone.

The Stranger teases him cruelly by sliding a finger against wet, squidgy muscles that sucks it in deep, guiding it to a spot inside Chipp that makes him cry out. Chipp jolts back but the Stranger's finger chases him and slides over that spot again. Chipp screams and thrashes against his restraints once more. The Stranger wasn't playing with his dick nor a gash, but a cunt . A real live, sopping wet cunt that dripped with slick and soiled his thighs. Chipp's anger was suddenly replaced with horror; what the fuck was in that pill they gave him?

"Pretty, isn't it?" The Stranger shoves two more digits inside of him that tingle his walls and makes his hole burn. "I knew a whore like you could handle it; not many guys get a pussy as nice as yours, stud. Seems pretty clear to me you're made for this."

Chipp hears the men laugh at his plight and sees the Redhead and Blonde jerk their cocks over his head, allowing Chipp to see their members up close. They were thicker than his wrists and averaged the length of his thigh with some inches to spare. Titan-sized balls were drawn up tightly against their bodies and hung like ripened fruit ready to burst. The fact that they were even entertaining the idea of fucking him with those things was insane.

"W-Why..." Chipp forces himself to speak. "Why me? You could take any bitch on that fucking strip, so why me?"

"It's real simple," The Redhead pokes Chipp's cheek with the head of his dick and smirks. "Cuz we want to."

"You stud bitches don't break as easily." The Blonde chimed in "My nuts are swelling just thinking about how you'll scream for us."

"So relax, babe, we'll take care of ya." The Stranger gives Chipp's new clit a deep rub when he sees him wince at their explanation. "We got you for the night, don't we? Don't worry, you'll get your fix; just gotta give you a pill every hour and we'll keep that cunt filled as much as you want."

Chipp growls through his teeth when the Stranger begins fingering his pussy deep and slow. He curls his fingers inward, making Chipp throw his head back and wriggle violently for some kind of mercy. The Blonde and Redhead laugh and encourage the Stranger to go further as they rub themselves all over Chipp's hair, nose, and mouth, marking him with a musk so foul it makes his head swim and cunt gush with slick. Why it did the latter, Chipp wasn't so sure, but it did nothing to calm down the rage building in his chest.

"All hot and sloppy like a good bitch should be..." The Stranger licks his lips and slides his little finger in. "Think he can take the rest of it now?"

"Gotta loosen him up for us, right?" The Redhead asks. "Punch that cunt open."

"Wait...!" Chipp's heart drops, his anxiety replacing anger. "Fucking stop, stop this shit already!"

"He was made for this..." The stranger pulls away and then pushes his hand forwards, his thumb joining the rest of his fingers to fuck his entire hand into Chipp's cunt without warning. His wrist is engulfed by warm, rippling walls of fresh muscles and nerves that makes Chipp cry and scream for the Gear to stop. His pleas fall on deaf ears, however, and the Stranger makes a fist that punches its way into Chipp's swollen womb. Chipp gasps and throws his head back as his hips buck upwards, a sudden, painful orgasm ripping through his fucked out body as fresh muscle gives way to the arm that's buried inside of him. His eyes roll and his lips part to release a broken scream that shocks him to the core. This should be hurting him, he thinks. He should be hating this, should hate how his thighs quiver and how his hole gushes with more slick. He should be trying to get out of here with whatever manhood he still had intact, but no; he just stayed put like a good slut, letting his cunt be broken in by some monsters desperate for a fuck.

Chipp barely notices a cock splitting his lips apart until he feels the engorged tip poke his tongue. He rears back, but he's pushed back down the shaft so his mouth could slide over thick turgid flesh that strains his jaw. His lips are stretched to their very limit, opened so wide he barely had enough room to breathe, but that doesn't stop whoever is trying to fuck his face to ram his pulsing length down his throat. Chipp retches violently when the offending prick reaches the front of his stomach, forcing drool to bubble in his mouth and dribble down his chin when fecund precome fills his cheeks and throat with its hot essence. His throat clogged and his nose buried deeply in a musty bush of dense hair, Chipp's face grows red from lack of air when the cock fucks his throat slow and steady, pushing spit and fluid down into his stomach as those giant balls slap loud and rough into Chipp's wet chin. The Stranger fits his arm inside, to the elbow it feels, and makes Chipp's pussy weep for more as he thrusts it hard and fast into his aching womb. Chipp feels another orgasm coming and he has to mentally brace himself for it.

"Fuck yeah, lookit that, this slut's got talent for sure," It's the Blonde's voice. "C'mon, man, quit hogging him, I want some of that, too!"

"Fine, whatever," The Redhead, holds Chipp down on his length for a moment before finally pulling out. "Bet that fuckhole is ready for a real pounding anyway."

Chipp is barely able to catch his breath as he coughs out what he was made to swallow when the Blonde grabs him by the hair and drags his massive sack over his open mouth to get him to suck. Chipp, out of his mind and out of options, does what's expected of him, and runs his wet tongue over the rougher Gear's nuts like his life depended on it before sucking at the crease that lined his skin. The Blonde lets out a breathless laugh and rocks into Chipp's mouth, making the whore squirm.

Suddenly, his pussy grows slack and the Stranger's arm slides out, a downpour of hot, sticky fluid following with it. Chipp shudders as his impending orgasm abruptly disappears, leaving his loose cunt to flutter and twitch around nothing as if begging for something so much bigger than what it got to fill its shuddering depths. The need to escape is nothing more than a suggestion that calls to him in the back of his head which annoys him greatly, and in defiance of his own emotions, Chipp drags deathly sharp canines over the flesh in his mouth in warning, but he's quickly reprimanded by the Blonde who yanks his head back by the hair.

“Do that again and I’ll knock out five of ‘em, understand?”

Chipp has no time to respond; he just feels the Gear's sack smother him again, silencing him. Chipp growls, but obeys, powerless to the demands of his captors for now. He laps and pokes the Blonde Gear's balls with messy licks of his tongues before fitting them into his mouth again. It's a hard fit that stretches his lips and cheeks to their limits, but it keeps the Blonde satisfied and spares Chipp the agony of picking up his own teeth from the floor. Sucking off the Blonde distracts Chipp enough to not notice the Stranger or Redhead manhandling him to suit their needs, sandwiching the whore between their massive, muscular bodies so they may line themselves up against Chipp's abused hole. He groans wearily around the Blonde when he feels one of them push into him with little effort, his nerves flaring and toes curling as painless, rapturous and yet shameful pleasure pulses through his cunt. The Gear then buries his cock deep into Chipp's womb, giant nuts pressed hard against the lips of his sex while the redhead follows suit and penetrates him from behind. It's such a tight fit, Chipp begins to worry he might rip, but somehow, by some miracle, he doesn't, and his cunt merely gapes open as the two Gear studs take turns pounding him in succession. One goes in as one pulls out, each taking turns battering his womb and raping his cunt like he was a living toy. Chipp's shrieks of pleasure grow louder and the Blonde takes this opportunity to lift his sack from Chipp's mouth to sheathe his dick with Chipp's hot throat instead.

Chipp coughs and can't breathe again, unable to think and unable to focus on anything but the Gears fucking his holes. His throat bulges and his belly swells with cock, rounding out hard muscle and chiseled flesh into distended, bruised bumps that makes Chipp queasy from the sight. As he's fucked into another orgasm, Chipp's eyes roll into his head and his body convulses when his cunt spasms and squeezes the Gears' cocks tightly. Liquid sprays out and splatters the bed, leaking down his thighs and joining the mess that the Gears made with their teeming cocks. Chipp is jostled violently into a blackout, exhausted from lack of air and too much stimulation, but the Gears keep going regardless of Chipp's state and take turns filling both of his holes, maneuvering and twisting him like a broken doll.

Chipp doesn't wake up for hours, but when he does, his vision is spotty and he can only feel the tingles and jolts that run through his battered pussy. Too fucked out of his mind to do anything, Chipp is vulnerable to the Stranger and his friends', and feels a plethora of things happening to him that he's too weak to stop. The spit in his mouth melts a pill he was unable to swallow while his ass and pussy are pummeled mercilessly by Gear cock. He can’t see the state of his body nor how badly his holes are opening for them, but he can feel his guts and womb take in what felt like gallons of come, hot jets of heat that bloat his stomach even more and knocks Chipp out again when it feels as though he might puke up the very jizz that’s filling him up to his core. After that, Chipp wasn’t sure how long this was going on for or if he was even alive. The ecstasy in his cunt, though unusual, was too much to take, but much to his horror, Chipp found himself craving more and more each time he woke up. When a Gear kissed him with his thick tongue, Chipp would kiss back and suck eagerly around him. When a Gear punched his fist into ass, Chipp graciously accepted it, all the way up to the shoulder. Chipp even found himself riding and sucking on their cocks like the vetted whore he was, mind fucked in and out by the weird drug that allowed him to have a pussy in the first place. Chipp didn’t want to stop nor did he want his captors to get rid of him. Now, in his drug ruined, sex addicted brain, Chipp wanted to be fucked so good he got pregnant.

After the first twenty-four hours, the Gears were sated and left Chipp alone. A quivering mess of moans, groans, and shuddering holes, Chipp laid shaking on the ruined mattress, drenched and filled with spunk that flooded out of his cunt and ass in a downpour of white filth. The Gears laughed and jeered at how unmasculine he looked now, from the torn clothes and spread legs that showed his burning red, stretched out orifices to his rapists, but Chipp ignored the seedy remarks in favor of basking in his newfound whoredom. He instead lifted his legs high in the air and hooked two fingers from each hand into his gaping cunt to prompt the Gears to fuck him again, causing more seed to spurt out and ride down the crease of his ass.

The Gears laughed, and much to Chipp’s pleasure, he heard one of them approach his bed and tongue a bright pink pill into his mouth. The whore’s eyes practically disappeared into his skull when the effects of the drug kicked his cunt into overdrive again and Chipp could only smile eagerly at what was in store for him.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s been about six months since Chipp was reduced to a fuckhole, and suffice to say, he wasn’t going to miss his old life anytime soon.

The money he made as a walking come receptacle for Gears was leaps and bounds better than when he was just some regular whore. He was turned out weekly by the Stranger and his friends in exchange for about $500 a day and a pack of pink pills, but honestly he’d easily let any Gear fuck his brains out for free. Cocks over a foot long were hard to come by, so why scare them off? Getting his fix was way better than any monetary gain anyway.

And so, with his morals shot and standards at an all time low, Chipp was fucking, sucking, and licking every Gear he came across. Condoms and birth control were now foreign concepts to Chipp, and thanks to his promiscuous lifestyle, Chipp was heavily pregnant with some Gear’s half-breed bastard. His belly swelling with life and pecs dripping with milk, his procurers decided to increase his rates, and Chipp was reaping the benefits of having more clients to play with. He can’t wait to birth and raise a whore of his own one day, but Chipp was going to miss having his puffy tits and swollen clit played with. This wasn’t going to be his last pregnancy hopefully, so he wasn’t too shaken up about it.

Right now, clad in his favorite slingshot bikini, Chipp was servicing a group of four humanoid Gears, each one taking turns eating out his pussy and sucking the milk from his weeping pecs like starved animals. While Chipp stroked his trembling clit and kneaded his heavy chest, the whore mindlessly took in the first giant cock he saw and teased the dripping slit with his tongue, his pussy clenching and tightening around nothing as it waited for another member to fill it up. One Gear came to his aid thankfully and angled his fat cockhead along Chipp’s puffy cunt to prod at it teasingly before shoving the entirety of his length inside of him. Chipp cried out and let the Gear ravish him, unable and unwilling to stop the beast from fucking his come into his womb. The Gear's massive loins slapped hard and fast into Chipp’s rear as he bent himself over Chipp's pregnant form to suckle a leaking teat into his mouth, lips sucking and coaxing an obscene amount of milk to rise from Chipp’s breast that the beast greedily swallowed down without issue. Chipp could only lay there and moan, moan for the Gears to rape his cunt and feed from his bitch-tits like the whore he was. The cursed child in his womb kicked for its father's attention, but Chipp couldn't afford it any mind right now. He had cocks to serve, and the little beast that was brewing in his new uterus had to wait.

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