After a night of troubled sleep, my eyelids slowly flickered open. As I regain consciousness, I focus on my other senses. I'm aware of a pleasant warmth, the air temperature matching a comfortable summer's day. The subtle scent of flowers dampen my shock as my vision clears. I find myself not in my bedroom, but in some sort of wide stone basin with small drainage grates along its circumference, akin to one used to house a fountain. Taking stock of my environment, I seem to be situated at the center of some sprawling botanical garden, with four paths oriented in what I assumed to be cardinal directions from my position, each bounded by a lovely collection of exotic flowers, some of which look almost unreal. Looking upward, I see a partly cloudy sky, with impossibly sophisticated technology seemingly hovering in the air, though some the devices moved about a cable system. An odd hexagonal part of the sky seemed to flicker erratically. Was this a false ceiling? Is this some sort of climate controlled enclosure? An artificial biome?
  I'm still very groggy, and utterly unable to move from my seated position. It feels as though I'm weighed down by something, and my legs and back are resting upon something soft. I push against it uselessly with my feet, but I can't seem to escape this odd, warm beanbag-like platform. It was then that I noticed my feet, which seemed, oddly, to be lengthening subtly, and sprouting tufts of orange and brown fur. I shake my head and immediately look at my hands. My eyes widen in shock as what once were human palms were now fluffy paws, adorned with the same type of fur, my nails reshaped into claws. Moreover, I had been completely stripped of all my clothing. My nightwear, or any other clothes nowhere for that matter, were nowhere to be seen. No wonder I didn't immediately notice I was naked... the warmth afforded by my new fur had deceived me.
  Fearfully, I yell out. "Hello? Please, help me! I... I don't know where I am and... and..." I scan over my body, still in disbelief. "I'm turning... into something... something not human!" Shortly after, I hear the distinct clip-clop of fine shoes against a stone floor. Someone... or something is coming.
  I tried to lean up into a seated position, but my muscles ached in protest. I had never felt so exhausted. Had I been drugged? Despite this, I had managed to reposition myself to get a better look at who was approaching from the path that lay immediately in front of me. A scantily-clad, and very well-endowed woman... no... hermaphrodite was sauntering towards me. And she was not human. Her ears, fur and musculature was akin to that of a fox or wolf, though the contour of her snout and clawed hands were a bit closer to a dragon's. Regardless, I could not place whatever species this half-animal creature was.
  Disturbingly, the color of her fur was very similar to mine, red, orange-red, with streaks of brown and black. She couldn't be another victim, I thought, as the confident stride with which she approached me seemed to disprove that idea. Had she made me into a creature like herself?
  I freaked out. "Where am I? Who are you? Wh-what did you do to me?"
  I was very much taken aback at her inhuman form and exhibitionist getup, a curious ensemble of glossy bondage straps that did little to conceal her heaving breasts and utterly massive cock, the trio swaying temptingly with each step she took. Even stranger, her outfit included an utility belt akin to a gardening belt, loaded with all sorts of small jars and vials.
  "Good. You're finally awake," she said, licking her lips.

  Nervous about what the sultry delivery of those words would portend, I tried to struggle, wriggle... anything to get away from this dominatrix, but in my weakened state, I was unable to do anything more than jostle the beanbag my body sat upon. As she neared the lip of the basin, she slowly and carefully stepped over it. She dipped a pair of gloved fingers into one of the jars on her belt, swirling its contents about, all the while shushing my nervous questioning. She knelt at my feet and ran her hand along the last patch of human skin remaining on my right leg, which was quickly engulfed by the growth of fur, completing my initial transformation. She leaned in close, and whispered in my ear, "mmmm... excellent! They picked a good one. Be a good boy, and you might be the most excellent fountain yet."
  "Wh-what?"
  Before the exact horrors implied by those words could sink in, her fingers re-emerged from the jar, coated in a viscous green substance. She quickly began smearing it all over my nether regions, and I felt a disquieting rumbling sensation swell up underneath the flesh surrounding my penis. Little fleshy nubs pulsed in and out on the surface of my skin, as if something... many things... were trying to worm their way out.
  "Wha- WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
  Suddenly, long, highly-flexible tentacle-like cocks erupted from the skin surrounding my original one, thrashing about violently as the continued to protrude outward. My brain and nerves, unaccustomed to these strange new members, struggled to register and control them, resulting in them wriggling erratically, each ejaculating once when they had fully emerged, boasting staggering lengths of about six to seven feet. I began to sweat and pant heavily, each new orgasm solidifying the link between my brain and these new organs.
  Disoriented by this sudden transformation, I slumped backwards, body sinking deeper into the "beanbag chair" I appeared to be stuck in. The drugs, at this point have begun to gradually wear off, and I became more aware of the other qualities of my makeshift seat. A furred surface brushed my back as I sank deeper. I felt an odd, sensitive sensation as I lowered my right leg, nudging something large and round within this fleshy sack in the afterglow of my multi-gasm. Then, it dawns on me. I'm seated upon, and weighed down by my own ballsack, which has been engorged to the size of a small couch.
  As this realization hits me, I desperately swatted the wriggling new penises away, in an attempt to deny the uncomfortable truth that they are now, and will forever be, a part of me, while continuing to flail and kick backwards, though still weakly, due to the lingering effects of whatever was used to sedate me.
  All this time, my captor remained kneeling in front of me, looking into my fearful eyes with a coy expression, her body generously glazed with my seed. She turned her gaze upwards, in mock pensiveness, as she ran a finger along a large glob of cum that had landed on her breasts before licking it.
  "As I suspected, you produce good quality cum. Almost potable."
  Taking notice of my futile struggling, she snickers. "Come now, we can't have our fountain writhing around like that, now can we? Let me just get you properly set up."
  With alarming strength and firm grip, she grabbed my arms, pinned them against my back, and used my own, newly-sprouted, highly flexible and impossibly long cocks to tie and bind them in place. All the while, I felt everything. Every pump, twist and knot in my new sensitive cock-flesh, the way they weaved and rubbed up against my arms and back as she methodically bound me, at times, bringing me to an additional unmistakable orgasm. The alien sensation of this spurt of cum surging through my hose of a penis combined with the sudden strong wave of pleasure cemented the reality of this absurd and utterly twisted situation.
  "Th-th-this can't be happening... wh-what is this?"
  Arms now bound, I struggled to break them free from their fleshy bindings. The cruel groundskeeper, having moved on to using some of the remaining cocks to constrict my legs, seems to have expected this. Without looking up, she merely muttered, "that won't do you much good, darling, you'll only wear yourself out. Be a good boy and settle down." Still desperately trying to find a way out of this twisted situation, I continued to struggle, but I managed only to stimulate my cock-bindings, eliciting two more strong ejaculations, one of which ended up splattering on and into my new muzzle, filling it with an unpleasant, vaguely salty and creamy taste. The sheer humiliation caused me to slump down in defeat.
  "I told you," she chided me.
  At last, she finished binding my legs together, forcing me into a seated, slightly reclined position against my ballsack, with my feet barely reaching the floor of the basin.
  Leaving the four longest cocks untied, she let out an brief, gleeful giggle, before speaking in a more serious tone. "When I'm finished, I'll be leaving you with two of these. I figure it's only fair to allow you to have a bit of control over your own fun. You better learn how to use them. Lunchtime is four hours from now, and my keepers don't have the time to hand feed you. Misbehave, and I'll have you fed directly from your own cocks." These words brought me to the horrifying realization that my mind had grown acclimated to my new extremities, and I could control them as if I had been born with tentacles. My eyes widened as I experimented with moving them about, watching my new, impressively prehensile penises twirl, bend and sway dextrously by my own effort. I could even feel myself move the ones that had bound my arms and legs, though they barely budged, as they were nestled neatly around one another in tight knots.
  Tears began to flow down my face. What did I do to deserve this humiliating metamorphosis?

  She then turned her attention to my naked, original member. If I hadn't been in such shock from my predicament, I would have noticed it was the only part of my body that remained distinctly human. She knelt before it, removed both her gloves, and began twirling it absentmindedly with a single clawed finger. I winced, not from pain, but from anticipation of her next move. She wasn't finished? What twisted final design did my diabolical kidnapper have for me?
  Playing off my quiet sobs, she teased me as she prodded my only normal penis. "Oh. I know. It's such a pitiful little thing, isn't it? I think it's envious of its brothers, don't you?" She turned up from my crotch, her taunting eyes meeting mine. I quickly averted my gaze.
  "There, there, little one. Don't fret. You'll be getting plenty of personal attention from mommy."
  My gaze was still turned away, focused on the false ceiling of the biodome, as if the sky could grant some reprieve or denial of my current predicament. However, I could not ignore the sensations below. I felt her hand holding my cock upright as she ran her tongue along the length of my unimpressive shaft, while gently caressing the head of my cock with her thumb, bringing it to the cusp of orgasm. I looked down too late to notice her other hand had entered another one of her jars, this one filled with some sort of yellow substance.
  "No! Don't-"
  My cry was cut short as she grabbed my shaft with her goo drenched hand, and she began to rigorously work it up and down my shaft, working it up to a familiar surge of pleasure that any man would know. Only this time, the climax did not end. No, it lingered, bringing with it peculiar pulses. With each one, my cock grew thicker and taller, sending wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, each stronger than the last. At some point, she had re-soaked her hands in the yellow liquid, and began vigorously stroking my now monstrous member with both. As it sprouted upwards like a fleshy tree trunk, it had grown too large for her hands to meet along its circumference, and wrapping her arms around it, she had begun to practically hug and rub her entire body along this magnificent pole. This orgasm lasted longer than I could imagine. By the time it stopped, so too, did my growth, and I found myself gasping desperately for air.
  While I recovered, she continued her work, wrapping two of my remaining four tentacle-cocks along my twitching penis, which now stood erect like a pillar. Gradually, she wrapped those two long penises slowly around and upwards, until terminating it by binding my flexible cocks in a neat, complex knot, nestled in the groove under the massive head of my grotesque member like a fleshy bowtie.

  She stepped out of the fountain basin, and looked me over from multiple angles, admiring her work, before slowly approaching me once more.
  Still dazed from pleasure, I tried to feebly fight back, attempting to swat her away with the two prehensile cocks I still had free.
"Pl-please... stay back... No more. Let me go. I won't tell anybody about this place. Please, just turn me back and let me go..."
  Completely ignoring my plea, she caught one of the cocks with which I had attempted to push her away with, and began stroking it rigorously. I moaned in anguished pleasure. My cock involuntarily twitched, spurting up a thick jet of cum which sailed through the air, hitting the paved road beyond the basin. She didn't stop, and continued to vigorously pump. I groaned in protest, and tried uselessly to wrest my cock out of her grasp to avoid the dull refractory pain that had replaced that momentary pleasure.
  "Huh, that's strange," she teased. "A fountain should flow constantly. But we can fix that." Her hand reached for an aerosol spray on her belt. She depressed the cap and moved the nozzle along the freakish length of my penis, shrouding it in a gentle pink mist. It evaporated quickly after contacting my flesh, and so to did the pain of my refractory period.
  "Let's get this pump working, shall we?"
  She began to run her hand along my cock even more vigorously, but this time, the orgasms wouldn't stop. My tongue involuntarily began lolling out of my mouth, as my mind was assailed with pleasure. Squirt after squirt of pale white cum shot out like a gun, covering the inside wall of the basin with messy splotches, and the world began to turn pink, as my whole body was shrouded in this strange substance. Eventually, the stream of ejaculations ended, the mist of pink cleared, and I saw her standing outside the basin, vigorously shaking a much larger aerosol can.
  "Your other pipes should flow endlessly without trouble now, like a proper fountain should. And this...," she motioned to the can as she spoke, "should get you properly started." She steadied her stance, and knelt behind the front wall of the basin, pointing the can in my direction.

  Exhausted and fearful, I leaned back, once more in futile avoidance. A clear shroud of mist erupted from the can. As it faded, it was at least ten minutes before she re-emerged.
  I felt no difference in physical form or sexual pleasure whatsoever. I sat, confused, before I felt an annoying itch on my back. I tried to slide my bound hands upwards to allow my index finger meet it when I suddenly felt a sudden blissful tingling and growing warmth in one of the cocks that bound my arms, the precursor to an orgasm nearly breaching the surface.
  She caught on to my reaction, and flashed her largest and most sinister smile yet. "What ever happened to trying to escape, my pet? Something wrong? You've gone awfully still."
  My eyes widened. My flesh had become impossibly sensitive! The slightest movement, the gentlest rub... it sent my myriad penises into physical ecstasy.
  "I can only assume by your stillness that you've embraced your new role as my magnum opus, the centerpiece fountain of my sprawling garden, a celebration of the pleasures of the flesh!"
  I tried to stifle my breath, but even the small pulses of air from my breathing sent tempting shivers along my massive cock. The drug had worn off entirely now, and my senses had fully returned. From all around me, I became aware of the other voices lost in the ambient noise of the garden. It was the sound of moans, lustful shrieks and mortified screams, an auditory collage of victims like me.
  I could not budge. I would not, for fear of what would happen if I did.
  "My, my. If you're so eager to be a part of this, I might as well give you a helping hand, and officially welcome you to my garden."
  She gently blew me a kiss.


  The rush of air caused my two free penises to writhe and spasm, before relenting in a triumphant burst. My body involuntarily shook from the pleasure, and so, the domino effect began. My arms, nudging against their flesh bindings, caused them to surge and erupt at the cocktips. So too did the bindings on my legs, which too were lost in perpetual orgasm, shooting consistent, unceasing arcs of cum, forming a quickly growing pool at my feet.
  At last, it was time for the finale, the two cocks wrapped around my largest member began to spray elegant arcs to the left and right of me. The movement of cum through their lengths, like a veritable hose, sent faint vibrations all around my massive penis from base to head. I winced, I closed my eyes, I leaned back, anything to avoid or deny the feeling of semen rushing from my engorged balls to the base of my primary cock.

  PMMMMMMFFFSSSSHHHHH!!!

  A magnificent burst of cum shot forth like a geyser, splattering the ceiling of the biodome. That mind-shattering orgasm concluded, I barely had a moment to recollect myself before it sent another jet just as high.
  I called out once more, trying to find someone to save me, but mind addled with the perpetual cycle of pleasure, I could barely form coherent words. As my lesser penises continued their steady streams, my largest cock shot pump after thunderous pump, each one forcing an involuntary yelp that interrupted my pleading.
  All protesting fell on deaf ears as my kidnapper laughed, clapped and cheered.
  "What a lovely fountain."