The Flesh Project

BUKKAKE LOTTERY, PART 1

Setsume opened her eyes to the silence of the morning. Like most days, she had been laying, silent, in the last few restful moments of semi-sleep. She noticed the other side of the bed was empty. Though Lola seldom slept in her own room since the two had met and fallen for each other, Setsume supposed anything was possible.

Groggy, the dick chick swung her long legs off the side of the bed, brushing her two-toned hair from her face. Five or six inches of her fat, dangling dick emerged from the leg of her boxer shorts, brushing against the inside of her thigh. She stumbled toward the bathroom, scratching the myriad itches of the morning through her baggy T-shirt while she was still free of sweat. As with most days, any activity would probably result in the surveillance office turning up the heat to a level requiring the removal of some clothing.

Setsume opened the bathroom door just in time to see Lola flush the toilet. The older girl’s black panties were still around one ankle as she faced the bowl, presenting Setsume with a breathtaking view of her round, smooth, perfect ass.

“Oh, there you are,” said Setsume, wiping sleep from her eyes. As the raven-haired cutie looked back over the slope of her pale shoulder, Setsume walked up behind Lola and gave her a lazy morning hug, arms connecting below her partner’s bra-armored chest bags.

“Mmmm,” breathed Lola, softly, enjoying the gentleness of Setsume’s touch. “Good morning, lover.”

Setsume blew on the back of Lola’s neck, playfully. “Sorry to break romantic mood, but I have to take a piss.” Both girls burst out laughing. Then Lola raised an eyebrow at Setsume.

“Ok,” Lola said. “Take it out and go ahead.”

Setsume smirked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” replied Lola. “I’ve wanted to see what this looks like since I met you.”

Setsume laughed and dipped the waistband of her boxer shorts, pulling out the fat, dropping length of her mammoth she-cock. With a flourish, she let it drop down and dangle. Lola began to move out of the way, but Setsume stopped her.

“You hold it,” said the younger girl.

Lola uttered a scandalized laugh. “Me?!”

“Yeah,” replied Setsume, smiling. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“You could end up pissing all over the floor.”

Setsume clicked her tongue. “Give yourself some credit. But I really *will* piss all over the floor if you don’t hurry up.”

Lola reached down between her own legs, drawing Setsume’s hot, thick penis upward and into her crotch, then extended it in front of her. With both hands, she aimed it carefully.

“You can’t squeeze so hard on the bottom- it cuts off the flow,” Setsume remarked. Both girls laughed again, and a nervous Lola relaxed her grip.

Setsume inhaled sharply. “Here it comes!” Lola felt the curious sensation of a her hands thrumming in a pregnant vibration as a torrent of liquid traveled through the underside of Setsume’s dick. She thought idly of using the hose at the side of her old house to wash down the driveway.

Setsume’s piss slit flared open and a fat stream of golden piss started to flow into the toilet, much thicker than any stream Lola had ever seen from herself. “Whoa!” exclaimed the piss-aimer.

“Just keep it toward the middle!” laughed Setsume, cheering Lola on. The stream continued unabated for as long as a minute, then finally slowed to a trickle.

“Is that it?” asked Lola.

“No,” replied Lola, “this is the tricky part. Even most guys don’t really have to do this, but unless I want to be leaking in my shorts for the first part of the day, it’s important. My bladder is empty, but the length of my piss pipe is still filled with piss.”

“So what do I do?” asked Lola.

“Nothing,” was the reply. “Just keep aiming while I force the rest out.” Lola did just that- starting at the base of her cock, just above her heavy balls, she applied pressure to the underside of her length with a practiced hand, and more piss started to splash into the toilet as she slid her hand under Lola’s legs (passing tantalizingly close to her bare crotch), then reached around to continue the pressure, eventually meeting her hands up with Lola’s.

Setsume brushed over Lola’s hand, then took the older girl’s pale digits and applied them to the underside of her cock. “Ok,” she whispered, “you can squeeze out the rest. Just push in with the flat of your finger and move your hand all the way up to the tip. Come on, we’ll do it together.”

And so, hand upon hand, the two girls squeezed the last stream of piss out of Setsume’s fat, beautiful cock.

Lola noticed that Setsume’s cock was semi-hard, and standing almost horizontally without needing her grip to hold it up. “Did that make you hot?” she asked, mischievously.

Setsume nodded down toward the point where her dick passed under Lola’s crotch. There was a single drop of vaginal lubrication snailing down the fat shaft. “I don’t know,” she replied, with a knowing smile. “Did it make you hot?”

Lola lifted one leg over Setsume’s jutting meat and pulled up her long-forgotten panties. She looked her lover in the eye with some humor.

“No comment.”


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Elsewhere, Ashley Wilder was the first of his family to wake. He threw back his sheets to rise, taking a moment to glance at his mother’s Barbie-Doll ass, the cheeks of which we poking lewdly out of her thong as she slept soundly on her stomach.

“Slut,” he said, gloomily. Leaving the bedroom and wandering out into the main area, legs scissoring quietly under the fabric of his tightie whities, which stood out starkly against his tanned, golden skin, Ashley decided to get himself a glass of milk.

Halfway to the fridge, he stopped in his tracks. There was a notice attached to the inside of the door.

He marched over to it, and as he read, using the slow, lip-moving technique of an unpracticed student, his eyes widened, and his lips then formed words that were not on the leaflet.

“What the fuck?”


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Elsewhere, Mikura, who had been up and baking brownies for about an hour, was reading the notice in her small kitchen.

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BUKKAKE LOTTERY

Attention to everyone involved in the FLESH PROJECT. Attendance is mandatory for our first group activity. One hundred of the surveillance, cleanup, medical and security staff, as well as the senior staff, have combined to help us with the first ever FLESH PROJECT BUKKAKE LOTTERY.

Each employee was given a number to assign to his or her favorite FLESH PROJECT participant. We will be picking a number at random at this event. Whoever the lucky person is who got assigned that number, well…I hope you’re thirsty.

At this gathering, you will also get to meet and welcome to the team Dr. Sarah Marks, our new research associate, who has assured me that she will be bringing treats for all of you. Dr. Sarah is participating in the lottery, and already has the assigned numbers of many of the medical staff, so if you’re lucky, hers might be the face you all end up cumming on.

Noon sharp, in the main room. Make sure you’re clean, hydrated, dressed appropriately- and don’t be late. If you’re late, you owe me a blowjob for every five minutes you are late. Don’t put me to the test unless you like having your windpipe blocked by a big cock.

On second thought, never mind. You fuckups will probably show up late on purpose. Especially that kid who looks like a girl.

See you at noon,

Dr. Dick
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Mikura’s eyes brightened. “Oooh, a picnic! I’ll cook up some treats for everyone who doesn’t get anything.” Characteristically, she said this to no one in particular, smiling her sweet smile at the empty kitchen.


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Later that day, Dr. Dick Hardman found himself staring at his watch.

“Where are those assholes?” he grumbled, crossing his legs and leaning on one hand in a universal pose of boredom. His new companion, a beautiful young doctor with flaming red hair and cute round spectacles over her green eyes, admonished him at once.

“They still have twenty minutes, Dick.” She looked over her shoulder at her lab-coat-wearing male assistant, a handsome, gentle-looking young man of 25 years who was also wearing spectacles. “Noah, is the lottery machine working?”

Noah, turned his gentle face toward Dr. Sarah, giving the lottery roller an experimental turn as he did so. They were regaled by the satisfying sound of rolling ping-pong balls. Making an dramatic checkmark on his clipboard, he flashed a dramatic thumbs up to his superior. “A-OK, Dr. Sarah.”

Dick Hardman rolled his eyes sourly. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. In my day, you show up, you fuck, you tape it, you leave, you sell it. Done. Lottery my ass!”

Sarah cast him a critical eye. “Your *day*? You’re only 5 years older than me. Stop being such a whiner.” She turned her eyes to Noah.

“Noah, dear, you may see some things that are…a little unusual here today,” she said, cautiously. “Try not to be unprofessional about it.” Noah nodded reverently, the long bangs of his brown hair brushing over his eyebrows as he did so.

“Yes ma’am.”

Hardman raised a questioning eyebrow at Sarah. “What, he doesn’t know?” Sarah shook her head. Hardman laughed.

“You have a sick sense of humor. This is going to be hilarious.” Sarah cast him a quick wink, and the naughty expression in her eyes behind her glasses was enough to make his cock jump in his boxer shorts.

Suddenly, the doorknob turned and the first FLESH PROJECT recruits began to arrive.

Noah dropped his clipboard with a rattle. Setsume walked a few steps into the room, wearing a naughty white and blue schoolgirl’s uniform. Her long, perfect legs were covered up to mid-thigh by skintight black stockings, allowing a cock-jumping glimpse of bare, tanned skin before her tight ass disappeared into a pair of cute little white panties with a special hole in the front to let her cock and balls swing free. Like her majestic legs, her cockshaft also had an innocent white stocking on it, and a blue bow wrapped around the tip.

Above her ludicrously short skirt, one could see a bare section of midriff before her Setsume’s upper body was engulfed in a high-cut blouse. Her hair was teased upward into two sidewise ponytails, and streaked a hot pink. In one hand, she carried a bottle of Jack Daniels. Her other hand clutched a number of drinking glasses.

She walked over to the assembled staff, eventually standing at her full height before the seated Dr. Sarah. The smaller woman gazed up at her and pushed her spectacles up on her dainty nose.

“You must be Setsume,” said Dr. Sarah, offering her hand. She glanced down at Setsume’s dangling schoolgirl cock, and thick ballsack. “I’m very eager to see how much you can shoot.”

Setsume took her hand briefly, as Dr. Sarah marveled at the dickgirl’s long, agile fingers. “Welcome to the funhouse,” said Setsume. She cast a sidelong glance at Dr. Hardman. “I hope Dr. Dickhead hasn’t been too big a pain in the ass.”

Hardman, not one to take that lying down, replied “Yeah, fuck you, too. And where’s your little girlfriend?”

As if in answer to the question, Lola stepped in the door next. Noah, who had just picked up his clipboard, dropped it again with a clatter. Lola was wearing a black ribbon corset which let her perfect, full tits hang free, and a pair of black leather panties that were so tight and high-cut they looked to be liable to burst at any moment. Her ample ass was well beyond the ability of the leather to control, and her asscheeks spilled out beautifully in the rear, a sight that pleased Dr. Hardman to no end.

From the back waistband of the panties, a faux-devil tail sprung out, a black cord hanging to the ground and tipped with a naughty arrowhead shape. Lola had completed the outfit with a hair barrette featuring two tiny bat-like wings, pointed out to her left and right.

Then, a sweet voice came from behind the door. “Excuse me, miss Lola- could you open the door for me?”

Lola turned and did so. Noah, who had just picked up his clipboard, dropped it again with a clatter. Mikura backed her way into the room, carrying a tray of adorable gingerbread cookies. At first, the observers thought she was wearing no panties at all, but then they realized that she was wearing a thong bikini, the material of which had been swallowed by the crevasse between her smooth, bulging assmeats.

Lola noted with some amusement that the string on Mikura’s thong wasn’t even thick enough to cover one-fourth of the woman’s big, brown asshole. On her upper body, Mikura was wearing a bikini that might have been normal sized- on someone else. In her case, the strings between the triangular cups were straining to hold back the weight of her massive boobs, and her big, rubbery nipples had turned the fabric over them into a duo of little pyramids. Fluid stains could be seen on both cups of the bikini top.

Mikura set her cookie tray down on a table by the door, next to Setsume’s bottle of Jack, and turned to face the assembled group, revealing that the front of her bikini bottom had all but disappeared between the floppy lips of her cunt. Pretty much everyone was speechless, and in the silence, the patter of lube hitting the floor was conspicuous- Mikura’s bikini bottom was soaked through.

Lola pointed, good-naturedly. “You’re leaking all over the floor, honey.”

Mikura covered her crotch area, self-consciously, and blushed. “I’m sorry everyone, I can’t-“

“-help it, we know,” Dr. Hardman finished, dryly. Setsume sat down in one of the chairs at the front of the room, and Lola and Mikura moved to join her. Lola couldn’t resist grabbing one of the cookies.

“Oh, cute,” she said. “These ginger-bread men have little icing penises!”

Suddenly, Ashley burst in the door holding a copy of the notice, and began to walk toward Dr. Hardman. “You asshole!” he began…and then his feet went out from under him and he crashed to the ground. He’d slipped at the spot where Mikura had been standing a moment earlier.

“Ouch!”

Pretty much everyone burst out laughing at that, though Mikura scurried over to try to help Ashley to his feet- watching her jiggle her way across the room was like seeing a parade float fall down a mountainside. Before she could arrive, Ashley was on his feet. He was wearing only a pair of tight black underwear, showing off his just-pubescent boy-package. On a thin, smooth young teen like him, it was a very taboo sight indeed.

“What the fuck is this shit?” he said, angrily, and tossed the notice at Dr. Hardman. “I’m not going to suck your dick. I’m not a faggot!”

Hardman shrugged. “I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.”

Ashley pointed down at his burgeoning boywang, angrily. “You’re the one always mentioning it. I bet you’d like to-“

The door opened again, and Ashley fell silent. All eyes went to the back of the room. Lola finished munching on her cookie. She’d split it with Setsume. Lola ate the half with the icing penis.

Liz Wilder arrived with April. Liz was wearing a sexy nurse’s uniform, which, to be fair, she did on most days around the compound, as an “unofficial” member of the medical staff. April was wearing a pair of black boy’s underwear. The dick reservoir on the front was noticeably flat, and her nipples were a little more pronounced, with slightly larger areolae and almost impercebtible bulges of flesh underneath…but other than that she looked exactly like her brother, right down to the long hair hanging at either side of her face.

Ashley slapped a hand against his forehead. “Mom!” he yelled, upset. “Why did you let her dress like that?”

“Miss Mikura!” yelled April, happily- and the 13-year-old ran across the room, coltish legs working back and forth, to embrace her friend. Mikura rose from her chair and gave April a hug. The child’s upper body almost seemed to disappear between her massive boobs.

“Miss April!” she replied. Then pointed to the table by the door, with a smile. “There are cookies if you want them.”

April gave Mikura’s left tit a squeeze, and the bra cup stretched over the nipple darkened with fresh fluid stains. “Oh my!” said Mikura.

April smiled sweetly. “Just wanted to see if there was milk, too!”

Meanwhile, Ashley was arguing with his mother, Dr. Sarah was dictating some notes to Noah, and Setsume were simply holding hands and watching the whole thing unfold. Dr. Hardman rose from his seat.

“Ok,” he said. “Like the notice says, everyone in the compound got to assign their lottery number to the person they want to see take a cum shower here today. He produced several sheets of paper.

“Liz Wilder – you got six numbers.” He walked over and handed Liz the sheet, giving the Liz an 6% chance of being a cum receptacle for the rest of the congregation.

“I hope mommy wins,” April whispered to Ashley.

“Me too,” he whispered back, eyes narrowing. He began to fondle his six-inch cock through his tight black underwear.

Dr. Hardman walked over to April Wilder. “April, you received 20 numbers.” He handed her the listing.

Setsume whistled. “Not bad, kid!” she offered, good-naturedly. Dr. Hardman continued his walk.

“Mikura,” he began, shuffling papers. He looked surprised. "Anyone care to guess?"

“20,” said Setsume.

“30,” said Lola.

“50!” said April.

“Nope,” said Hardman. “Four.” He handed Mikura her paper.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Mikura. She cast her eyes down. “I guess I’m just not popular around here.”

“That isn’t it,” said Setsume, before turning to Dr. Hardman. “How can it only be four?” she asked. “She’d get my vote!” There was a general murmur of agreement amongst anyone with a penis.

Dr. Hardman turned toward them. “It’s simple. Just ask yourself if she’s more suited to being ejaculated ON,” he said, emphasizing the last word, “or squirting on someone?”

Seven heads turned toward Mikura. As they watched, twin drop of moisture fell from the soaked cups of her bikini top to splatter on the floor. She had already formed a puddle.

“Oh,” said pretty much everyone, the light-bulb having turned on.

“Yeah, exactly,” said the doctor. “Having her get jizzed on is a waste of talent.” He shuffled more papers. “Setsume Roya, also four votes. Same reason.” As he handed the paper to her (numbers 01,43,76, and 77), he added “though I have to admit- vote 01 is me. Personally, I think it’s about time you took a shot in your pretty little mouth.”

Setsume raised her middle finger, rolling her eyes. “Yeah? How many votes did you get, Dr. Dick?”

Hardman’s response was fast. “None. Almost all of the employees are male, the president is male, the CEO is male, the CFO is male…all of the executives are male. Nobody is interested in wanting my ugly mug anywhere near this footage.”

He paused, before handing Ashley Wilder a sheet. “Ashley Wilder, two votes.”

“What the fuck!?” yelled Ashley, livid.

Hardman shrugged. “Some of the executives are pretty fucked in the head.”

There was a general murmur that to sanction this project, one would have to be fucked in the head. Ashley seethed, blowing his own hair out of his face. He lowered the sheet to obscure the fact that his own cock had gone rock hard at the thought of him kneeling in front of Setsume’s giant dick and receiving her massive cumload all over his face.

The room was starting to heat up. “Dr. Sarah, 14 votes.” Sarah glanced at the sheet. The numbers were all in a row.

“This is pretty much everyone in the medical lab,” she said, examining the list.

Hardman shrugged. “I guess your reputation as a cum swallowing whore proceeds you.” He walked over to Lola, and held out the last remaining sheet.

“Lola Schande, 50 votes.”

Again, there was a din in the room as people discussed the ramifications of Lola’s landslide victory. She seemed to be the logical choice- a beautiful female, the only hottie besides Nurse Wilder who had not displayed the ability to ejaculate on another person.

Ashley mentally envisioned spraying a rope of thick boysperm over her trembling mouth, the mouth that had doubtless sucked on her dickgirl friend’s giant cock. April thought of how she would squat over Lola and climax, drenching her face with pubescent girlcum. Mikura closed her eyes and imagined how it might feel to have Lola nursing at one of her swollen breasts. The air was electric- filled with a thick fog of imagined debaucheries.

As Lola sat silently, mentally preparing herself to handle what might happen, Setsume rose from her seat and pulled Dr. Hardman aside.

“I know why so many of those assholes picked her,” she spoke to him, in a low, serious voice. “And so do you. It’s because of what she’s capable of when she’s not herself.”

Hardman looked her in the eye. Setsume was deadly serious, her eyes avid. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Setsume drew close to him, and the babble of conversation drowned out their next words. “It hurts her,” she said. “Every time it happens to her. It hurts her in here,” she said, pointing to her head, “and in here,” she continued, placing her palm over her heart.

Hardman only looked at her. “If she gets picked,” Setsume finished, “she needs to be protected from herself. And if you won’t do it,” she said poking him in the chest, “I will.”

Noah was the one who silenced the din when, under orders from Dr. Sarah (who was herself imagining how it might feel to snowball a nice mouthful of cum back and forth with the hot, black-haired girl) approached the lottery barrel and began to turn the crank, filling the room with the clatter of ping-pong balls.

Setsume retreated to the back of the room and poured herself a shot of Jack. She exchanged a glance with Lola- her girl. Lola’s eyes were brave…but behind them she could sense an uncertainty. Setsume looked down at her glass, and with the room an echo chamber of tumbling plastic, no one heard her say “Please god, don’t let it be her.”