This choice: The test apparatus malfunctioned, asses actually gross you out. • Go Back... When the world returns it is far bigger and far more blurry than you remember. It takes you a moment to realize you are looking out through a hard plastic surface, yet this can't be the world you know. Everything is gigantic, it looked like a row of shelves, like you might see at a pharmacy but the shelves were like cliffs to you and the people like giants. "This must be a dream," you tell yourself.
"This is not a dream," replies a monotonic female voice.
"What? Who?"
"Welcome to your new life as a glutiorectal service omega, the role chosen to match your individual inclinations." An audio recording, the truth dawns on you, its prerecoded track playing within your plastic prison. "You should be honored to be chosen for this role since glutiorectal servants are one of the most highly valued omegas due to the rarity of the role's fetish requirements."
'Fetish requirements,' you muse, what the hell is she talking about, 'I'm no perv. Those people are disgusting.'
"Please pay attention to the proceeding instructions for they will explain what is to be expected of you in your new role. Serving as posterior functionary is an important and vital task because it grants both time and pleasure to those women who are your biological superiors freeing them from the menial tasks of waste disposal and anal sanitation. Now as you may have noticed, you have no limbs."
'Have no wha....' "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Finally noticing your hazy reflection, you scream though doubtless not a single one of the women shopping outside registers your tiny voice. The image confronting you is of something more worm than man. Your head is as bald as a neo-nazi's and although your face remains intact and familiar, everything from the neck down is fused into a single tube of pink flesh.
"This design, copied from symbiotes present is nature, is ideal for your new life which will no longer require significant mobility or manual dexterity. The life span of current glutiorectal models is thirty years and you will live out that time between the buttocks of your owner."
'I'm going to live in....an ass....'
"Your role, for which you have been specially designed is to provide your owner with both pleasure and servicing. Although the demands of the former may vary from owner to owner and will be explained to you by her, servicing will always include the following tasks. You will keep your owners anus and surrounding skin clean and free of waste material. Though a person with your fetish may have fantasized about eating a woman's excrement this fantasy is now rendered a reality by your patented GI tract specially designed for the digestion of human waste."
You can't believe your ears, is this hell, what did I do deserve this? You try to puke but apparently your new body is incapable of even this basic act of revulsion.
"Not only are you capable of digesting nearly 10 pounds of human waste per hour but your own waste product is nothing but a sweet smelling fragrance, a perfume your new owner is sure to enjoy. Some owners may take advantage of this fact by having you digest all their waste, but we leave this up to the individual customer. Your second most important task will be to inhale any gases expelled by your owner. Like your digestive tract your lungs are specially designed to convert unwanted flatulence into sweet aromas thus saving your owner from any embarrassment. Your final job will be to clean the interior of your owners rectum, a feat which can be achieved by your long prehinsile tongue."
"Wha!....." You begin to shout but your words cease as a long tongue unfurls from your mouth, desperately you try to suck it back inside.
"During the next thirty years you will spend much of your time inside your owners rectum with your head protruding from her anus so you can go about your regular duties. Occasionally, however, your owner may have to remove you whether this is due to a particularly large bowl movement or the needs of a sexual encounter with a normal sized male. We at Transgen Tech promise that whether inside our outside your owners ass you will enjoy your new life and she will enjoy you."
After the recording stops you hang in silence for a second, then you start screaming.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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