Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2011 12:26:14 -0500
From: John Smith <ohwantanabe@gmail.com>
Subject: Made Ch. 1

Don't read this if you aren't of legal age
to view this where you live. It contains sexually explicit material.
All names, places, and events are entirely fictional, and any similarities
to real-life events are entirely coincidental.

I've written a few Science Fiction stories before,
but this is a fantasy I've had for a long time and only recently comitted
to paper.

I'm still working on point of view and establishing my own style as a writer.
I welcome critiques and suggestions, and also just general encouragement.
I intend to write quite a bit more. Contact me at ohwantanabe@gmail.com if
you have anything to say.

Rights to this story lie exclusively with Nifty and myself. If you wish to
reproduce it in part or in whole, contact me. Do not do so otherwise.

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Chapter 1

My first memories are of waking up at about five years old.

It was cold, and I was wet, and hands were grabbing at me.  Looking back,
they weren't particularly rough, but to a newborn with a brain already a
few years old, it was terrifying. My eyes weren't open, and I couldn't open
them, but I could tell it was bright. I may have screamed, I don't
remember, probably not though. I've since been told I had a large feeding
tube down my throat, but it had been there before I was conscious, so it
seemed natural.

I was shivering, the gel that had surrounded me was drying, and it was
getting sticky.  The hands holding me passed me to another, and I felt a
tickling at my anus and throat.  The perforated tube that ran the length of
my simplistic digestive system was being pulled out of my bottom. As soon
as the length passed through my stomach, the oxygen line was pulled out the
opposite way. At that point the perforation started to chafe. I had nerve
endings throughout most of my insides, and it was agony to someone not yet
accustomed to it. I was dry sobbing and gasping without air. A mild prick
followed by a slight jolt set my diaphragm raising up and down. I began
hiccuping.

After what seemed like an eternity, the tube exited my bottom. I remained
held in the hands for some time, until my hiccups abated. I think whoever
it was may have held me to thier chest. I'm not sure, but I felt warmth.

I was then placed down into a plastoid tub of some kind. It was very
slippery, but the raised sides prevented me from going anywhere. I remember
flailing around, the sides gave a bit, then went back to their original
shape.

I remember movement after that. I was most likely on some kind of cart,
being rolled into another room. Rougher hands grabbed me this time, under
my arms.  They forced me onto something. I could feel restraints on my
shoulders and upper thighs.  I was suspended in the air. The worst part
came next.

A nozzle was shoved in my mouth, and straps were wrapped around the back of
my head.  I instinctively sucked on this hose as a few moments
passed. Without warning some kind of solution came gushing out of the
nozzle and down my throat. I can't remember how it tasted, it came so
fast. A few seconds later a huge geyser crested out of my ass. This was
beyond sensation.  I was so overwhelmed I can't even associate an emotion
with it. It lasted around a minute or so, and then the straps were undone
and the nozzle removed from my face.

After that, a wall of hot water poured over and around me.  This was over
pretty quickly, and I was left hanging on the restraints for a much longer
time than anything else had taken. After a few minutes of shock I started
sobbing. I couldn't process anything, and it was the only thing that seemed
to be an option. My eyes wouldn't open, but my tear ducts leaked a salty
stream down my wet body.

Eventually, jets turned on all around me, and warm air dried me.

I was then unhooked by the rough hands and dropped into a soft, dry crib.

I may have been moved again, I'm not certain, but eventually I felt a sharp
prick on my arm and it all faded away

* * *

I woke up the next time with my eyes open. I could see a flesh colored wall
through the bars of my crib.  I somehow knew how to sit up, and I did. A
dim light lit a mostly empty room. A console of some kind lay at the other
end, but even the blank walls were a shock. After turning my head, I could
also see a brighter light shining around a door frame at the other end of
the room. I stared around for a while, then I started to notice the inside
of the crib. My lap and legs were covered by a blanket covered with what I
somehow knew were hearts. The cribs bars went almost to the ceiling, and it
was about 2' by 5' in area. The bars were made to look wooden, and curious,
I reached out to touch them.

Seeing my own hands I jumped back, scared. I then thought about touching
the bars a second time, and my arms reached over there again. I was however
much more interested in what to me were new appendages though. My skin was
a lighter color than the walls, and was thin enough to see some of my
veins. Long fingered hands were attached to slender wrists which were
attached to thin arms that were joined to my torso.

I ran my hands down my chest next, and to my stomach, and around my waist
to my bottom. With one finger I touched my hole, then pulled back. It hurt
and was wet.

At this time, the door opened. I turned my head away from it because it was
too bright. I heard laughter and when the door was closed I looked up
again. A man of indeterminate age had passed my crib and was walking
towards the console on the far side of the room. I wasn't scared, the
events of my first waking seemed unreal, insubstantial, and I felt comfort
in this room.

He sat down, facing away from me. I then heard keystrokes coming from the
man who hadn't spared me a glance.  They kept on for some time as I watched
the back of the man's head. He had short black hair and olive colored skin
that I could see between his hair and his white coat.

Suddenly, the bars on the side facing the console retracted into the bottom
of the crib and he was out of the chair and was at my cribside.

He said in a soft but weary voice, not looking me in the eye,"It's OK kid,
I'm going to pick you up and take a look at you." Then, with his arms, he
pushed my blankets away and picked up my naked body at the back of my knees
and shoulders. He then brought me to the side of the console where a light
tan counter extended from the wall. Setting me down gently, he removed his
hands, but I remained upright. With a tool he took from a pocket he peered
into my ears, shined a light in my eyes and looked down my mouth. Putting
the tool away, he took out another and held it to my chest. It was cold,
but he removed it after a few moments.  He then pulled my legs over the
side of the counter and hit my knee with a little mallet.

I yelped with start, but he rubbed my shoulders and said,"No real hurt, be
a big boy." He shone another tool at various parts of my body, and I was
shocked that I could see through my skin and see all kinds of organs.  When
he was finished with that part he put my legs back on the table then
flipped me on my stomach. The surface of the counter was soft and yielding,
so it didn't hurt. I watched him with my head on it's side while he typed a
bit on the computer. He then put on some gloves and reached over to my
butt. Gently he pulled my cheeks apart.

He muttered,"Looks a little red," while reaching into a drawer and pulling
out a tube of something. He squeezed a bit onto his fingers and rubbed the
outside of my anus with some. I felt tingly sensation, but it stopped
hurting.  He then stuck a rubber syringe into the tube and pulled out some
of the goop. Putting the end of the syringe to my hole, he pushed in a bit
and squeezed inside me. After putting the things he had taken out away he
lay his hand on my cheeks.

He rubbed my head with his other hand and said,"This wont be a big deal,
don't be scared."  He took a strange apparatus out of another drawer, and
ran some thread through a spike on the tool.  Out of the counter, paddles
came out and he guided them to my bottom and pulled my cheeks apart wit
them.  This was uncomfortable, and i fidgeted. He quickly grabbed the back
of my neck and squeezed hard.

"You must stay still for this, it can be difficult if you don't." He said
as I was squirming under his grip. He sighed and pulled straps out of the
table and fastened them around my ankles, knees, waist, chest, elbows,
wrists and around my temples. They secured me very tightly to the counter
and were very rough against my skin. I started to cry a bit.

He then went back to my bottom, readjusted the paddles and picked up his
tool.  Shifting his footing he maneuvered right on my hole. With a whir,
the machine went to work.  I didn't feel much, my skin was pulled a bit
tighter, but it was over pretty fast.  He then rubbed some other ointment
on my ass and began to unstrap me. I was exhausted, and he picked me up and
placed me face down on my crib. He pulled some cloth ties from another
pocket and tied them around my hands then around the bars. He did the same
for my feet.

He rubbed my back with his large hands. Gently he said,"You're going to
have to be tied up for a bit.  I want you to try to sleep. If you can't,
someone will be back with something to help you. In a few hours they'll
also reapply some ointment." With that, he went over to the console, and
the bars moved back in the place.

As he was walking to the door, my eyes began to tear up, and by the time he
had closed it, I was sobbing into my sheets.  I didn't sleep much that
night.