Sin Street

When “He” enntered the sphere, it was a play, a perverse opera, an orgasmic performance. Each tests was going deeper, and deeper.

That sphere was a sexual armor, used for sexual battles. Since you were inside, you had to confront yourself and your body possibilities.

That was intense; eight days and seven nights of continuous testing. We were all taking drugs. Inside and out of the sphere. to stay awake.

The sphere was based, partially, on the original NASA weightlessness studies—obscure archives from 1965, which I was able to consult.

This second pod was the most challenging. It took six months to build it. In the lab, the sphere was impressive but uneasy to handle.

There is a dark, sexual power in many souls. The sex pods want to extract and expose this, to manipulate the body desires.

Pleasure or pain, what we seek is the intense pleasure. An addiction. Discomfort and struggle can be turn into a source of pleasure.

Dangerous forces lie within me. You awaken them, and not to your advantage. I have plenty of devilish devices I want you to try.

I believe that with some training, time, and a lot of lube, there is no limit on how much you can stretch a hole. The bigger, the better.

I met Pierre in a park. He was my first patient for the sex pod. Unfortunately. To make his body disappear was a pure nightmare.

Test, night twenty-two. I added MDMA in the mix, inside the feeder. The body is ready for a deeper exploration. At least, I think so.

Molting, shedding, being recast, mutated into an organism made for sex. Then you have to be a larva, to be reborn as a sexual object.