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Jason doesn’t recognize the creature standing further down the abandoned tunnel.
Dick’s face is still human, dashing and attractive, with slightly wavy black hair framing an angular face in all the right ways. But below that face he’s all wrong—his neck is too long, his eyes multi-pupil’d. And his body…
His body, that twelve-foot-tall, not-even-vaguely humanoid monstrosity of a body…
“Hello, Jason.”
Jason takes a step back, a hand over the gun at his belt.
There’s nothing human about the Dick-thing’s body. Not anymore.
The Dick-thing moves—slithers—closer, further exiting the shadows. Behind his neck, his skin is blue-scaled and large, almost shapeless.
“For how long?” Jason asks, his throat dry.
“Since forever,” Dick—or the creature wearing Dick’s face—answers. Nothing about its voice sounds different, and that might just be the scariest part. “You now see me as my true form, brother.”
Jason slides his pistol out of its holster.
The Dick-thing opens its mouth, a little too wide. Jason can see the expanse of its mouth cavity through the crack formed by the lips splitting at the corners, lines with pointed steeples for teeth. Something that isn’t human, only trying to mimic one.
“Don’t resist, little wing.”
Jason does anyway.
The bullet slices through the air with an explosive sound, spinning forward at the monstrous form of his former brother. The Dick-thing doesn’t flinch. Jason’s bullet bounces off its scales, ricocheting off the walls with a never-ending burst of energy.
The slit of the creature’s mouth splices past its neck as it laughs.
Jason is too horrified to act. By the time he senses the creature’s extra arms behind him—too many to be human and more tentacles than arms—slithering up his legs, he doesn’t stand a chance. The limbs… feelers… encircle his hands and legs, tightening like anacondas. He can no longer move.
An enormous tendril, covered in a warm excretion, coils around Jason’s torso and neck. Jason can feel the creature’s steady heartbeat through the thick, elephant-like skin.
“Oh, little brother…” The Dick-thing comes closer, its voice chillingly familiar, resulting in goosebumps. “I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time…”
Jason doesn’t know what kind of species the Dick-thing is. A thing that mimics humans for most of its life, who hides so well amongst them that Jason, and even Bruce and Alfred, had never known. The disgust with Dick’s inhumanness comes together with the horror of having worked with this monster, having inhabited the same spaces with it. Having filled its shoes, even idolized it when he was still young; still impressionable.
So Jason is too stunned to provide a struggle when the flesh grows tighter, secreting clear fluid from its thick skin that soaks through Jason’s uniform. The pistol drops to the underground tunnel floor.
The creature’s digestive fluid melts off his clothes, though it only feels slightly warm and slippery on the skin, not the corrosive burning Jason had expected.
“Oh, baby brother… You don’t need clothes with what I’m about to do to you…”
Jason growls.
“You fucking mons—”
A long tongue swirls out of the Dick-thing’s mouth, red and purple, tapered at the tip, as flexible as an earthworm.
Jason moans when it slots between his thighs and swishes its moist, textured surface over the slit of his pussy. It flicks the tip of his clit, spirals downward, past the lips of his sex, exposed between patches of dissolving clothing.
"G-god damn it! What do you think you’re doing?!”
Jason writhes and shoves, the creature’s tentacles growing tighter. The tongue slips inside the slit. A gnawing pressure pulses in Jason’s clit and all over the folds hidden under the topmost layers.
Jason has had naughty thoughts about his big brother-slash-predecessor since his young teenage years, but something like this used to be inconceivable. His brother, whom he’s just seen the true face of, is holding him captive with a deft tongue. Tears well up, trembling nonstop—why does the creature have to lick him down there?
The thing that’s Jason’s brother lifts its talon-tipped fingers. They feel like claws when they spread the folds of its prey’s cunt to reveal the inner layers. Its soft, wet, flexible appendage glides over that hole, then it goes upward still, and right below the tender underside of Jason’s clit, it finds something smaller…
Jason releases a screeching keen, cries out when that tapered tip of the Dick-thing’s long tongue forces its way into his urethra.
“No… Dick… whoever you… no… stop, please, stop!”
This isn’t supposed to happen. It’s so wrong—his urethra is never meant to be invaded by anything… anything at all. And yet the Dick-thing does so anyway, raping him in that most delicate, most private of places. It hurts, forcing open something that’s never meant to open. The raw, needled feeling rips through his body and scrapes every exposed nerve. His pee-hole is too small for this, even with the ample lubrication of the thing’s saliva.
Worse, as the tip forces inside, Jason nearly faints from the horrible, painful, rapturous attack on what he assumes is the entrance to his bladder.
Straining, thrashing, Jason groans, only leading to more of the creature’s tentacle-limbs to restrain him.
“Fucker… s-stop! God, stop! Just… just stop!” He’s sobbing now, crying pathetically. He can’t help it.
If he'd been asked before this, Jason wouldn’t have dreamed of this in his most perverted fantasies—his brother penetrating him, yes, but not like this. Not with the tip of the… creature’s… tongue poking into his bladder…
Dick chuckles and curls its upper lip around Jason’s pubis, wrapping it around the glans of his clit. Jason’s vision flashes white.
“Ngh… stop st—” Drool trickles down from Jason’s lips. He collapses, falling limp inside a cradle of tentacles. The creature’s limbs are the only things keeping him upright. Dick lifts him into the air, tips him back.
Dick taps and probes with that tip of the tongue; with each stab, Jason twitches. The tongue breaches the ring separating the tunnel from the cavity of Jason’s bladder, and an increasing need to piss takes over.
The “D-Dick…” he manages sounds more like a whine.
Jason can’t help it. As the Dick-thing’s tongue spears into his bladder, Jason’s control fails.
The creature must have tasted it when it tries to break through the orifice, but the tip keeps the bladder plugged, keeping the incontinent liquid inside. It swirls around the orifice’s inner lining, lapping along the thick, muscled walls, feeling and tasting every inch.
Jason arches. Writhes. Moans. His toes curl, and his jaw hangs open. The feeling is incredibly invasive and strange. Not painful, but strange. With the tongue there, his bladder feels bloated, a balloon pressing against all his nether regions. There are no nerve endings inside his bladder, only the horrible, distressing feeling that there should be nothing inside there. Nothing should be entering in such a deep, private place.
With each sweep, Jason twitches. Then Dick is attacking that orifice by fucking the tongue into Jason’s bladder. The mouth suckles Jason’s clit, raking its teeth against the hood, the glans…
A violent convulsion seizes Jason like a high-voltage current. He comes like an already-dead frog on its dissection table, spasming and jerking.
The creature stabs its tongue into Jason’s bladder repeatedly through Jason’s orgasm.
It’s laughing. Jason can feel its mirth through the vibration of its chuckles, transferring through its thin, too-wide lips into Jason’s crotch, labia, and stomach, making his toned abdomen tremble.
He’s happy. It’s fucking humiliating for me and he’s happy.
He’s been waiting for this for a long time; he couldn’t help relishing in my degradation.
The fucking asshole.
Dick spreads Jason’s folds with talons, and something else is poking around under there—something Jason can’t see.
Something long and writhing… slimy… pulsating…
Jason’s pussy moistens when that thing flicks against his inner lips. It probes around, slides between the folds.
It’s not a tongue. It’s something else, one of its limbs? It can’t be a cock, or can it? How is it covered in veins and sheathed in that extra piece of skin? And why does the fleshy bulb of its tip, its spongy texture, feel so reminiscent of a penis?
Oh, God… The Dick-thing is spearing Jason’s pussy with its tentacle-penis. Just like its tongue, its cock is so long and flexible that it can fuck Jason at the same time it eats out his bladder. Ripping pain is being eased away by Jason’s juice, and he’s so wet he’s drooling around the body of the tentacle. It’s nothing like Jason’s teenage fantasies; it’s so long that it can fuck Jason while the creature still has its mouth latched onto Jason’s crotch.
The tentacle cock thrusts twice, gives him a sense of fullness, and then it retreats, slips out, denies Jason of the satisfaction.
Unable to help himself, Jason thrusts and rolls his hips, sobbing.
“Fuck,” he says, crying and sobbing and oh so ashamed of himself for acting this way. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…”
The tentacle penis retreats and readjusts. Then it thrusts into Jason’s pucker with only the lubrication of its natural secretion.
The Dick-thing moans around Jason’s clit, and Jason can feel the vibration, the hot breath, caressing the bud.
He throws his head back and recoils from the unexpected entrance. The tendril moves within the coils of his intestine, going deeper, deeper, going past the first bend of the tunnel…
It feels like dying again.
“Stop, stop, st—”
Jason turns rigid. He wants to back out, more terrified than anything else he’s experienced. But he’s also horny—oh, so indescribably horny. Dick is truly fucking him now, and Jason can feel his brother’s excitement in the way the tentacle dick pulsates, the veins pumped full of blood, standing in relief…
Feel me, Dick seems to say. Feel me in every hole. Understand who you belong to, little brother.
Jason is so overwhelmed that he doesn’t see the hollow injector built into one of the side tendrils unsheathe and pierce him.
A sharp stab of pain in his left nipple—a needle lancing that tender bud of flesh, and Jason shudders. In a moment, it finishes, drizzling a purplish liquid as the organic hypodermic needle pulls out of his flesh.
Something is alarming about that, but Jason can’t pinpoint why.
He’s overtaken by dangerous sensations. That tongue slides out of his bladder, pulling its textured flesh against the walls of his urethra. As soon as the tip draws back, Jason’s piss, free-flowing and having been plugged up until now, releases.
Crying, tears all over his face. Any humiliation is overshadowed by the sensation of hundreds of nerve endings, all misfiring at once.
The Dick-thing drinks up his piss.
The creature is laughing. It no longer sounds human—pitching an eldritch growl behind that oh-so-familiar timber of his brother.
“Just some substance to make you enjoy this,” Dick says. “When you bear my young, this pleasure is all that you’ll remember…”
The Dick-thing spears its long tongue into Jason’s cunt.
It’s not like the Dick-thing’s cock—still squirming inside Jason’s guts, assaulting him deeper along the coils of his intestines—the tongue is thin but so damn flexible, twining this way, curling that way, playing Jason’s innards like a flute. Playfully, the tongue taps and brushes the spongy bits at the front wall, sweeping itself along it. It spins inside the tunnel, lubricating the already-drooling orifice with saliva, coils along the entrance to Jason’s womb.
Then, the tongue enters Jason’s womb, pushing into that tight ring of muscle. Pain explodes in Jason’s vision before it settles in his uterus.
Loud hiccups and sniffles.
Dick attacks his womb with the tongue.
What does the inside of his womb taste like, Jason wonders? It goes so deep. Along with being lanced by that long cock, Jason has never experienced an assault this deep.
He’s thoroughly raped, completely made to belong to this creature. It’s turned him into its whore and toy to enjoy. It wouldn’t surprise him if the tentacle in his ass threaded through all his innards and came out of his mouth.
He’s nothing but Dick’s cocksleeve; the creature’s toy and breeding slave. Its food source. The bitch lanced on its cock and tongue.
Jason must have begged, but he doesn’t remember whether it’s for the creature to stop or to keep going. He’s so fucked that he’s incoherent; nothing is on his mind anymore. His mind, and most of his body, even, doesn’t exist. He’s reduced to his pussy and womb, just a pussy with a worthless person attached.
Jason comes with the most violent orgasm he has ever experienced.
It rocks his entire body and finally pulls him down into the land of unconsciousness.
Jason has been here for days.
Kept naked, in a tiny nest, his limbs pinned down by constantly curling tendrils that are the Dick-thing’s extra limbs.
The creature that used to be his brother is always here, and Jason’s pussy is always kept open, his urethra being penetrated by coiling tendrils or assaulted by a tongue, his asshole filled by a cock.
Jason can’t remember why he’s here except how good it feels. It’s incredible, being fully filled and used like this, knowing nothing but sex and his brother’s young. The entirety of his skin is made up of raw nerves, and even the gentlest of touches can make him come.
Dick enjoys making him come and does it whenever he can; whenever he wants.
Even the ballooning of Jason’s belly—the gradual changing of his body—feels just right. His skin has become smoother, his clit and nipples growing larger and more sensitive. He’s being modified into the creature’s breeding vessel, reduced to nothing else but a monster’s bitch.
And Jason doesn’t mind that a bit.