Gooning and Bimbofication Symbiosis [part 1]

I had grown accustomed to the shackles and fixtures around my arms, legs, neck, and hips. The way they replaced my joints and muscles, which had grown weak and dilapidated. The hip girdle was connected to a long rod attached to a reciprocating motor, which was hooked up to the many wires and probes around my body. These attachments were permanent – I had signed away my life long ago. An IV kept me nourished, along with a feeding tube. In addition to nourishment, I was kept on a strict cocktail of drugs and vitamins to keep my brain foggy and the precum flowing out of my cock. It was thick and purple, kept in place with a cock ring and with plenty of wires emerging from my prostate, cowpers gland, and testicles. I hadn’t cum since I was first chained. I don’t remember how long ago that was.

The apparatus I was kept in made me suspended about 8 feet off the ground in resting position. I slept like this, hung like a man on crucifix. The drugs kept me from feeling any part of my body besides my constantly pulsing cock. However, most of the time was spent in the lowered position. You see, I was a Bimbofeeder. In the glory of genetic experiments, the world’s elite had determined that a mixture of psychological and physiological changes could amplify and bimbo-ify any one. The key ingredient, however, was precum. It was most potent, rich in hormones and remnants of sperm, when it was from an engorged prostate and cowper’s glands. The early experiments to do this in a lab had failed. It was only when it was discovered that one of the bimbo subjects in question was being used as a fleshlight for several researchers to edge in did they realize what they had.

That’s how, one morning, at 6am, having been up for the past 2 days gooning and spurting precum, I found out about this program. I had called an escort over to help me continue gooning. She was from a bimbo-delivery service – they would come and pleasure you. Most men just wanted to orgasm and move on. It was an attractive option – they had been engineered to be immune to STDs and pregnancy. However, when she saw me, she lowered herself on to me and rode me for hours, her cervix specially opening and siphoning the precum I was emitting. It pleased her – I could feel her undulate and her whole body glow as it accepted the nourishment. she drooled into my mouth and squirted, and rode me in a puddle of my sweat and her fluids.

She pulled herself off of my purple cock, smiling. I was in a totally submissive state now, a side effect of spending so long nourishing a bimbo. Their juices seeped back inside of you, and the process of bonding had begun. She opened my mouth and fed me drugs, I willingly took them, and next thing I knew I could feel my hair being shaven off, the welding equipment trapping me in my tomb, and the wires being fitted to my glands.

And that is how I will spend the rest of my prolonged natural life. I am told I generate 1-2 liters of precum a day, which is roughly how much someone pisses. I no longer piss or have bodily functions. The surgery I had when I first got here changed the way nutrients are delivered. My hairless , pale, dilapidated body contrasts with her incredibly sexual bimbo flesh, but she needs me as much as I need her. Her body has grown accustomed to the 16-24 hours of precum nourishment she receives daily, delivered at a pace of 4 strokes per minute. We never speak. I can’t speak. She could, but she is content to stare into my ghostly eyes as my throbbing cock head oozes precum and her pussy undulates and extracts it, deep inside of her.

Sometimes she leaves me for her appointments. She has at least 4 hours of appointments a day. Regular men, powerful men, any man can use her as a fleshlight, fill her pussy up with cum. The sperm swim inside of her, burrowing into the walls of her pussy or throat. Her specialty is gangbangs, where she is a free-use fleshlight for groups of 10-30 men. When she’s back to our room and I finally am inserted back inside of her, I feel the sperm swimming. Tails stimulating us. Churned into a fine white paste. She always likes to scoop some up and rub it under my nose or in my mouth, sometimes kiss my blue and unmoving lips with it.

Bimbofeeders like me can last a long time. After years and years of extraction, the body’s production of precum declines. At this point, they are taken down and replaced. I replaced her last one. When my production declines, maybe in 20-30 years, and I am taken from her youthful bimbo body to be replaced by a new feeder, my withered body will be taken for processing. I will be vivisected, with my conscious brain grafted on to a new bimbo, to hypersexualize her, and imbue her with a true gooner consciousness. Through her eyes I will watch my body be destroyed, and through her eyes I will be matched with a feeder, and I will finally experience being inoculated, every day, with potent precum. The cycle continues.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qnlhje/gooning_and_bimbofication_symbiosis_part_1