Siren mode

by Cockatrice   

A burglar encounters a rather unorthodox security system.

“Done with the register?” Lucas asked, not looking up from the phone in his hand.

They had already closed the shop and while Karl was checking the money in the till against what had been sold, Lucas was setting up a new display item. It was a small column, about waist high, with a screen on the side. At the top of the column was an orb that looked pretty much the same as a plasma ball.

“Yup.”

“What’s the difference?”

“18 cents.”

“Plus or minus?”

“Minus.”

Lucas didn’t comment further on the situation with the register. After all, 18 cents was about what one could expect from a day. A few cents too much change here and there and it would add up quickly into double digits.

“Can you come over here then?” Lucas waved him over. “I want to show you something.”

“Sure.” Karl locked the till and walked to his boss. The room Lucas and the device were in was called the investigation room where customers could take measurements of their own bodies or try out certain products. As such the room was slightly separated from the main floor in order to have a bit of privacy. Nevertheless, it was still within sight of the cash register.

As Karl entered the room, he nodded to the display item. “What’s that thing anyway?”

Lucas finally looked up from his phone. “It’s called Deep Desire and it’s a transformation device.”

“Oh, we’re branching out into transformation proper now?”

Lucas shrugged. “Sure why not?”

Truth be told his shop had stocked some transformation-related items already, oversized condoms that would grow the cock inside them until they fit, creme to change facial structure. While transformation technology had more applications than only being used for pleasure, the bedroom remained the main domain for transformation in general.

As such it made sense that a sex shop like Lucas’ was stocking transformation supplies, although few would call it that. While technically part of the transformation umbrella, most people would consider transformation to be more involved and long-term. Growth condoms and such were considered body modifications these days.

“I didn’t see any boxes of these in the storage,” Karl remarked.

“That’s because we don’t have them on hand,” Lucas explained. “That’s what I wanted to tell you. This is a display specimen that customers can try out and when they want to buy one, we place an order and the customer can come back in a couple days to pick it up.”

“I see.” Karl watched Lucas tapping away on his phone, though from the movement of his fingers it was clear he wasn’t texting. “What are you doing?”

“Setting up the device.” He looked at the orb, as the plasma inside changed its color from white to teal. He lowered his phone. “Aaaand, should be done now.”

“So how does it work?”

“Right, so,” Lucas began. “Deep Desire can read your subconscious, but not like mind reading. It’s more diffuse than that. You can’t find out what someone is thinking with this device. But it can find out what the person wants.”

“And then it transforms them?”

“And then it transforms them,” Lucas confirmed. “Apparently it has a pretty wide range of transformations. The marketing booklet says ‘Anything is possible!’”

“Anything, huh?” Karl eyed the plasma ball. “Mind if I try it?”

“Ah, sure why not.” Lucas rolled his eyes. “Someone’s gotta be the guinea pig.”

Without hesitation, Karl reached for the orb and touched it. He immediately recoiled when he felt a static shock, but then froze when he felt another in his groin section. He reached his other hand down to feel… Something of considerable size filling up his pants.

Staring at Lucas in disbelief he fumbled with his zipper until a footlong dick fell out.

“Dude!” Karl stared down at his giant cock. “That’s fucking sick.”

Lucas crossed his arms. As transformations had become more commonplace in recent years, shame of the naked body had dwindled. How was a person with cocks for arms supposed to hide them in public afterall. Nevertheless it was still seen as a little eccentric when unnecessary. “Well, glad you’re satisfied.”

“I wanna do another one.”

“Hey!” Lucas objected, but he was too late as Karl had already touched the orb a second time.

Within a second, Karl’s cock split in two and each of the two resulting dicks grew in girth to match their parent.

“Holy shit.” Karl laughed. “I need fucking five of these devices.”

“I don’t think that’d make a difference,” Lucas remarked. “It’s not like it has charges.” He tapped something on his phone and the plasma returned to its white color, indicating that it was inactive.

“So how long does this last?”

“I set the timer to five minutes.”

Karl’s shoulders dropped. “Aw, no fair.”

“It’s meant for demonstration purposes,” Lucas pointed out. “Not for actual use.”

Karl attempted to squeeze his two giant cocks back into his pants. “Killjoy.”

Lucas looked at his phone. “Also, this thing has a siren mode too.”

“Siren mode?”

“Like against burglars and stuff.” Lucas skimmed through the information from the phone. “Apparently communicates directly with the nearest police station.”

Karl nodded to the phone. “The manual is also in there?” He had finally managed to close his zipper again, although with great difficulty. His crotch featured an obscene bulge now.

“Yup.” Suddenly the plasma changed to a red color.

“That’s the siren mode I assume?”

“Yeah.” Lucas looked down at Karl’s obscene bulge. “All right, let’s close shop.”

Just one more push with the crowbar and—

Crack! The door opened.

Mason caught the door and slowly widened the gap. He peeked inside and waited for an alarm.

When none came, he grinned. Perfect. He had been watching this store for a week now and while the front door and windows were very likely fully outfitted with security systems, the delivery entry was shared across multiple stores and seemed to have no special protection.

It was a gamble, but he was careful and now his patience had paid off.

Mason walked into the dark store. The light from the street was just enough to let him find his way.

Breaking into a sex shop was definitely not an everyday occurrence. As he walked past shelves of toys and other bedroom supplies, he considered grabbing some for himself, but he knew better. Eyes always on the prize. Distractions would just delay him and that increased his chances of getting caught. He needed to find the cash register and the safe.

He saw an arrangement of counters and smaller shelves that looked like the checkout area. A door behind that would likely lead to the office.

As he moved towards his destination, a red glow from an adjacent room caught his eye. He froze. From his vantage point he could not see what produced the glow, but the dim light seemed to fill the entire room.

The light was flickering too, almost like a TV. Was someone here after all? Was the shop owner maybe watching porn outside of work hours? If he wore a headset or such, it would explain why Mason didn’t hear anything.

As silent as he could be, he rounded the corner to peek inside the room.

He breathed a sigh of relief. The light was not produced by a TV. Instead it was a plasma ball sitting on top of a short column.

Momentarily forgetting why he was there, he smiled and walked towards the orb. To think this little toy almost gave him a heart attack.

Mason watched the red arcs of electricity inside the sphere for a few moments. It was certainly pretty, mesmerizing even.

He extended a finger to the orb and touched it. A static shock made him recoil immediately, out of surprise rather than pain.

Then he had a similar feeling in his crotch. Something didn’t feel like it used to. His dick felt odd.

He moved one hand onto his crotch and yelped when he felt no bulge. It was empty. Panicked he moved the hand into his pants, under his boxers.

He felt around for a bit. He didn’t have a cock and balls anymore, but his crotch wasn’t smooth. It took him some seconds to realize what he felt.

A second asshole.

His eyes widened. How was this possible? His gaze fell onto the plasma ball.

“Shit.” This thing must have been some device for transformation fetishists.

His finger continued idly rubbing his new hole. It actually felt really good. He closed his eyes as his finger explored the opening. He hoped that it wasn’t permanent, but for now he enjoyed the sensation.

Mason let out a stifled moan when he slid his index finger into the hole. He noticed that stretching it wasn’t painful. Quite the opposite, it increased the pleasure. He threw back his head as he inserted the middle finger into the hole as well.

Breathing heavily, he moved both fingers deeper in. He felt a mound inside that he assumed was his prostate. But was it the same or did he have two?

His breathing quickened as he rubbed his sensitive spot. He didn’t know if he could still get off without a cock, but currently it felt too good to stop. If only it was big enough to fit more fingers inside…

He moved his other hand up to touch his torso, but realized he was still holding the crowbar.

Shit, what was he doing?

He looked at the plasma ball. This thing had turned his crotch into a second asshole. Maybe touching it again would undo it?

Mason hesitated, but he saw no other option. He briefly wondered what the worst outcome could be, but he figured if it was on display in a shop, the settings wouldn’t be too crazy.

He reached his finger towards the orb and touched it again.

Another static shock.

Then there was the feeling again, once more focused on his crotch region. For a brief moment he thought that did the trick, but then the sensation spread across his entire taint.

Alarmed by this new development, Mason undid his pants and let them fall to the ground to feel the area between his crotch and anus.

He couldn’t believe what his fingers told him. Both of his assholes had merged into a single large pucker between his legs.

“Fuck…” He said to himself as he probed the sensitivity with one hand. Somehow it felt even more sensitive than the hole he had explored seconds ago.

He closed his eyes as he got overwhelmed by his hand rubbing his giant opening.

Gradually his fingers moved further to the inside until his entire hand was stuck inside the oversized sphincter.

Slowly but steadily he began to fuck himself with his own fist.

He still felt a mound inside, which was now larger to accommodate the bigger hole. Every time he rubbed against it, he tried to reach further.

Fuck, why did it feel so good to fuck himself? As he drove his arm deeper, he wondered how much of his body was part of the hole. He was reminded of a fleshjack.

Sweat began to pearl on his temples. His breath quicked. He tried to steady himself.

“Ow!” He retracted his hand from the plasma ball. The crowbar clattered to the ground.

For a moment he was pulled out of his bliss and he withdrew the other hand from his oversized hole.

Then he felt his hole change. It wasn’t just an electric feeling, but he felt his legs move as well.

He looked down and in the dim light he noticed that his lower body was wider, and round. His hips were now almost twice as wide.

But the underside of his body looked strange. It was smooth and round without a hint of muscle or bone. He moved his hands down to find out what happened.

It took him a while to properly identify what he felt with his fingers.

His bottom had turned into a fleshjack lid. Although still made of flesh and skin, the edge of his hip was unusually smooth, more like a silicone toy than a human body part. In the center of it was an asshole that felt just like his original one, just bigger.

He flexed his hole and sucked in half of his hand.

“Fuck…” He moaned. How could his body get any more sensitive?

He shook off that thought. He needed to undo this. There was no way he could show himself around in public like this. Well, technically he could, but he didn’t want to.

Mulling over his options he realized that he was thinking of a fleshjack before he touched the plasma ball by accident. It seemed that whatever this device was, it could read his thoughts.

Mason concentrated. He needed to undo all of this. He tried not to think of anything else.

He moved a finger to touch the ball. “Undo.”

Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over his skin. He quickly shucked off his jacket and shirt to reveal a tube of plastic in place of a torso. He was turning further into a fleshjack. There was even an engraving on his flank that he didn’t care to make out right now.

“No, fuck.” He hesitated to touch the orb again but he had to. “Undo last… transformation.”

He felt his head tilt up and he moved his arms to feel his head and neck retracting into his body. When the transformation stopped, his face was now located on the flat surface of his fleshjack body’s end.

“No no no no no!” Mason angled his body forward to still see the orb on the bottom corner of his vision.

It was clear that the device didn’t follow commands. He likely had to get creative. Maybe he should simply think of a change that was mutually exclusive with the previous ones and would thus override them.

He thought about the change that started it all. Wishing for his dick back would likely simply change his hole back into a crotch without changing the rest of his body.

But what if he wished his hole was smaller again? If it returned to its original size, he would move away from being a fleshjack.

At least that was the theory.

Mason braced himself and tried to word his request carefully. “Make my asshole small again.” He touched the orb.

Vertigo left him disoriented and it took a few moments for Mason to realize what had happened.

He had shrunk. Above him, what felt like a dozen meters, was the big red glowing orb and the shelves in the room seemed like skyscrapers.

His arms felt over his body. Apart from his smaller size there did not seem to be another change.

“Fuck!” He yelled and immediately froze, fearing that someone might have heard him.

Mason began walking around the room, hoping to find something, anything, in order to help him reach the orb. The column on which the plasma ball was positioned was too smooth to climb and there was no nearby furniture to jump onto it from the sides.

He tripped and fell to the ground. After some struggle getting back onto his feet with his rigid torso, he saw what he had tripped over: A large metal bar the size of a tree trunk.

Only a moment later he realized that was his crowbar.

He eyed the plasma ball above him. If he knocked over the column to let the plasma ball fall down he might damage it. And that is already assuming he could swing the crowbar in the first place.

He saw some ropes. He figured if he could tie a noose and throw it up, he might be able to climb to the ball. But there was no point for the noose to attach to and with his rigid body he did not have the range to throw anything very far.

Mason gave up and left the room, trying to find something else.

Walking down the aisles, he saw plenty of small boxes he could stack up into a staircase to reach the orb but all of them had the same problem: They were too high up for him to reach. The only things on the bottom of the shelves were boxes that were too large to move and oversized dildos.

Wait.

He took a few steps back, angling his body to take a better look at the dildo next to him. It was shaped like a tentacle but the important part was its size. It might have been just large enough to reach the plasma ball on the column.

For a moment he wondered what kind of person would use such a giant dildo, but then he remembered that some minutes ago his body had supported an oversized asshole that went deep into his torso.

He looked down at the base of the dildo and saw a suction cup. Perfect. He could pull the dildo down with the crowbar, climb onto it and then let it swing back up, hopefully reaching the orb.

He considered alternatives but figured this might be his best shot.

Getting the oversized dildo all the way to the red room was exhausting but after ten minutes that felt like an hour, Mason finally managed to plant the suction cup at the base right next to the column.

He heaved the crowbar onto the dildo to curve it down, balanced precariously at the base, so that when he pushed the dildo up, the crowbar would slide off.

It was a perfect plan—in theory.

He grabbed the dildo and held tight, then he pushed himself off the ground with his legs. Just as planned, the crowbar slid off the dildo and the dildo began to rise towards the orb.

Unfortunately, Mason was still a few arm lengths away from reaching the plasma ball. He tried to swing the dildo towards the device, but even when he got close, all he could touch was the column below the sphere.

Defeated, he climbed down the tentacle. Now it occurred to him he didn’t even have to pull the dildo down. The rows of fake suction cups on the tentacle were perfect for climbing.

He sat down to think of a plan B, when the cold floor against his exposed asshole made him jump up again. Instinctively he rubbed his bottom.

He froze when he had an idea. This might just work. Really, all he needed was a few more inches.

“Fuck me sideways,” Mason sighed.

He pulled the crowbar onto the dildo once more. This time he really needed it.

Then he crawled in front of the dildo with his bottom pointing towards the tip. He braced himself.

“This better work.” He moved his body forwards until the tip entered his hole. Despite the situation he was in, he moaned in pleasure.

But he had to go deeper, so he pushed further and further, filling himself up more and more. Every time he thought his entire body was filled, another row of suction cups went past his sphincter.

He was so lost in the moment that when the dildo finally pushed the crowbar off, Mason yelped in surprise at the sensation of being yanked into the air.

Seeing the glowing orb in front of him, slightly above, but much closer than a few minutes ago, made him smile. This time he’d make it.

Mason began swaying back and forth, building momentum to get closer to the plasma ball. Each turn sent waves of pleasure through his entire body as the dildo massaged his insides.

Eventually he got close enough that he thought he could reach.

But he missed.

On the next swing he tried again.

Again he missed by only a hand’s width.

He used his legs to push himself further, causing the dildo’s texture to stimulate his asshole.

“Please,” he groaned in equal parts frustration and delight.

He was so close. Just one more swing.

His finger was only an inch away.

The toes on his feet curled. Just one more push.

Mere millimeters.

Just... So close… Please…

One more time he reached out with a finger, his mind clouded by lust.

Another swing forward.

And he made contact.

“Today we’re gonna get a new brand of flavored lube,” Lucas explained as he unlocked the front door to the store. “So I need you to clear the shelf to make room.”

“And where should I put the stuff?” Karl asked.

“On the opposite side with the condoms.” Lucas entered the store. “Should be enough space, I think.”

“Mmh, I guess I can squeeze it in.” Karl followed him inside but went straight for the shelf with the lube. “So what are your plans this weekend?”

There was no reaction. Karl figured Lucas hadn’t heard him, but since it wasn’t important, he decided to drop it.

Suddenly Lucas came out of the investigation room with an alarmed expression on his face and looked at the back door down the corridor.

“Anything wrong?” Karl asked and rounded the corner to investigate what Lucas was seeing. “Oh shit.” The backdoor was open.

“Someone broke in.”

“Did they steal anything?”

“I don’t know.” Lucas quickly made his way to the cash register but found it still locked.

If Lucas knew something was off, but didn’t know if anything was stolen, then he must have found something in the investigation room. Karl was curious and went in there.

On the ground, in front of the Deep Desire device was an XXXXL tentacle dildo, a crowbar, a pair of shoes, some clothes, and a small fleshjack with a blue plastic case and a surprisingly realistic lid. Karl didn’t recognize the brand.

While he was still trying to process what he was seeing, Lucas joined him. “Till and safe haven’t been touched.”

Karl stared at the ground. “What happened here?”

Lucas pulled out his phone and began reading. “The siren mode was triggered during the night.”

“But there was no alarm,” Karl pointed out.

“It’s… a silent alarm apparently.” His eyes widened. “Holy shit. It’s not an alarm at all.”

“What?”

Lucas bent down to pick up the fleshjack. “A burglar was detected and that triggered the mode. It uses subliminal signals to attract the target and use their deepest desires against them.”

“Wait, what?”

“It’s not a siren like a police siren, but more like a mythological siren that lures in sailors.”

“So wait,” Karl gathered his thoughts. “Some guy came in here, got attracted to the device like a moth to a flame, got transformed, decided to pleasure himself on a giant dildo and… a fleshjack he brought with him? And left without stealing anything?”

Lucas held up the fleshjack with the lid towards Karl. “I don’t think he left.” He moved a finger over the hole, causing it to quiver.

Karl’s eyes were like saucers. “That’s him?!”

“Looks like it.”

Karl grabbed the human-turned-sex-toy and investigated the engraving on the sides. “Just-A-Hole. Heh. Guess he really did want to be a fleshjack.”

“And the automated report states that the transformation is permanent.”

“Oof.” Karl thought for a moment. “So what happens to him now?”

“The device also sent a message to the nearest police station.” A dramatic pause. “He’s not on any list so of no interest to them.”

“So, do we keep him?”

“Guess so.” Lucas put his phone away. “We can’t sell him or use him for commercial purposes, but we are now his rightful owners.”

“I call dibs.”

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Fine, consider it your bonus for being employee of the month, every month.”

“Okay I don’t want him anymore,” Karl joked. “Can I have a raise instead?”

But Lucas was already on his way out of the room. “Too late.”

“Also I’m your only employee anyway,” he called after his boss.

“Correct!”

Karl looked down at the fleshjack in his hands. The asshole puckered as if trying to tell him something. “Well, here’s to more burglars in the future.”

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