The story of how I became what I am is kind of fantastic. In fact, it reads like something out of a sci-fi potboiler. No, wait, not like a sci-fi story. More like a National Inquirer headline.

You see, I was kidnapped by aliens and had sexual things done to me. I was raped, and lost my balls and dick, and now I can't ever return home. But this is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I guess I'd better start at the beginning...

I am... I was... a clerk , and after I started putting on weight a few years ago I kinda freaked about my looks and started working out. I was in my early twenties and the desk job that I'd gotten after school meant that I didn't get much exercise unless it was after work. When I realised I was turning into a spud I started weight lifting and aerobics, but mainly I was jogging. It was how I kept my lean and well-muscled build from all the track and field I did in high school, and it also kept me with dates.

The day I was taken I was out jogging before work. It was early in the morning, and despite being in the middle of the city I was pretty much alone. Two guys approached me and shot me with tranquillizers. That sounds overly dramatic, but its what happened. Basically.

They looked human, so I didn't pay much attention to them, though at first I thought they were in costume or something. I mean, at first glance they were two guys who were butt naked but didn't have any equipment at their crotches, so I just thought they were in some sort of form-fitting bodysuits in skin color. It was a reaction that fitted with their insectile eyes (obviously contact lenses) and those bulky contraptions that covered their right forearms. Halloween was only a few days away, and I just didn't bother thinking about it any further.

Even when they shot me with those wrist gadgets my first thought was that I'd been tagged with some type of modified supersoaker. I started to swear at them, wiping at my arm and chest were I'd been hit as I did so. That was when I touched the spines in my skin. I pulled one out, and saw that the base of the spine was pulsing, still pumping out its neurotoxin. A bead of a purple looking liquid was beginning to form at the other end.

I began to feel light headed. I gaped at the spine like a doofus, even as the two guys moved up on me. It was only when they grabbed me by either arm that I noticed them again. It was in that disjointed frame of mind that I finally saw that they weren't wearing anything; not just that they didn't have a scrap of clothing on, but those things on their wrists were actually growing from their arms.

I also noticed how good looking they were. In retrospect, I can see now that the neurotoxins weren't just befuddling my mind, they were also laying the groundwork for my absorbtion into their hive. I was being made to want to join them, but at that point I was interpreting that reaction in the only way that made sense in my experience, and that meant sexually. There's irony in that.

I had never been interested in guys before, but now I felt an intense homoerotic attraction to both of them. One of them was caucasian, tall and lean with brown hair. The other was asian, with a solid build. They were both hairless except for their eyebrows and scalp hair, and both of them had an exotic look because of those faceted eyes which it was only now occurring to me weren't contacts.

My pulse was racing and I felt flushed all over. I felt my dick grow hard in my shorts. I wanted to fall to my knees and suck their cocks - except of course that they didn't have any. I wanted to lay them down on the ground and thrust my iron hard cock up their asses and smear their insides with my cum. Instead I just gaped at them, overcome by the intensity of what I felt. They smiled at me.

Then the world sparkled and I found myself somewhere else. There had been a shimmering feeling, and I could only guess that we had been grabbed with some sort of Star Trek style transporter beam.

The three of us were inside some sort of room that was decorated, or rather built, along the lines of hexagons. Just as if the walls were some sort of giant version of beeswax, which I suppose is appropriate enough considering that these were bee-like aliens. And like bees, they had a single queen ruling their hive. Or rather, a king. The Regent.

That might seem surprising, but remember that this was an alien race, so the comparison to earthly bees isn't exact. In both cases the ruler of the hive is always the sole means of reproducing new members of the hive. A queen bee on earth is female because she's impregnated and gives birth to her followers. The king bee of this group of aliens is male because he impregnates others. He was therefore the only one of them with a penis.

He was waiting for us in that chamber, and the attraction I had felt to my two kidnappers was nothing compared to the adoration I felt for him. He was gorgeous, and his male member was huge. In my altered state of consciousness I was trembling in awe and anticipation of the possibility of being reamed by that alien dick. But I was also trembling in fear, since he was a bee-like alien and that dick was tipped with a stinger. Without even realising it I tried to move away. The two beautiful bee-men at my sides held my arms more firmly, and forced me to the floor.

The Regent approached and then knelt before me. He took my hips and thrust into me. The stinger tore through my jogging shorts easily and jabbed the inside of my rectum. I cried out in pain at the piercing of the stinger and the tearing of his penis as it forced itself inside my shit hole, but the three of them held me down too firmly for my attempts at thrashing about to be of any good.

After a few seconds the pain began to lessen. Maybe the Regent's stinger injected me with anaesthetic, or maybe his semen itself that had the anaesthetic quality. Whichever it was, soon I could no longer feel the sharp jabs, just the flow of the Regent's cum into me. There was a lot of cum, far more than a human would produce, but it didn't fill up my ass and leak out. Instead the Regent's semen was basically a mutagen that he used to 'impregnate' other men and transform them into members of his hive. And to transform a human-sized mass he needed to produce a lot of it, and make sure that it affected all of the body.

Now I was wriggling in pleasure as I felt his seed soak into my body. Or almost, anyway. The warm numbness in my ass seemed to be spreading, but the further from my rear end it travelled, the more it felt like some other sensation, like tickling or itching or heat prickle. What was happening was that the Regent's semen was soaking into my body, either being absorbed into my blood or just remaking the DNA of each cell and then moving on to the adjacent cells in turn. It was something like a virus, taking over each cell and using it as a factory to produce DNA to its own specification. However, the Regent's DNA did not totally overwrite that of his new subject, instead merging with it and overlaying it. In that regard I was not so much being changed into something other than human, as being changed into a human with augmented bits.

Finally the Regent finished fucking me. By this time I was simply wriggling on the floor as I stretched and tensed my muscles, getting off on the feeling of change that was flowing through me. My two abductors had stopped holding me down.

Something was happening to my forearm. As I held it up to look at it I could see growths beginning to form over it, like knotted muscles. There's an old science fiction TV series from England called Dr Who, and at one point in its history it went through a phase where it seemed like nearly story would have some hapless human become infected and transmogrified into an alien of some sort, often holding up his hand in mid-transformation with a look horror. That's something like what I felt like just then, but this was good rather than bad. So good that I could feel my cock began to grow hard again even as it was also growing numb.

As I watched the growths they finished organising themselves, leaving me with an augmented arm just like the other bee-men. The forearm was the same width as it had been before were it met my elbow, but expanded outwards with dark ropey root-like cords until it was twice as thick as it had been before at the wrist where it ended, something like a cone. My unchanged hand extended out beyond the blunt end of that cone, and also out of that end were a number of recessed spikes of varying sizes. Those spikes and spines could be extended and retracted, or shot out and eventually replaced when a new spike grew again.

The entire thing was my stinger. How else could I be a bee-man, and member of the hive without one?

The rest of my skin was beginning to flake. I rubbed at it, and the flakes came away, seemingly with no change.

Next I was helped to my feet by the two bee-men. As the Regent watched, they extended barbs from the stinger on their own arms. These barbs were larger than the spines that they had fired at me, and were sharp enough to be used as knives. Using them they sliced away my clothing, my running shorts and t-shirt, leaving me naked like they were. Normally I would have felt embarrassment at being naked like that, but this also felt right and good.

As my shorts and jocks fell away, so did my balls and dick. They just fell off. It was another part of my transformation into a member of the hive. Only the Regent needed to be fully male. I was a worker now, and I no longer needed male sex organs to carry out my duties.

With wonderment I ran my hands over my crotch. It was intensely pleasurable, but not for any sexual reason. I didn't realise it at the time, but my groin was no longer an erogenous zone. Rather, I felt an intense ache of fulfilment. I had been taken and changed. I was now a neutered worker of the hive, and the extent of that change and the awe that I felt about it were still overwhelming to me. The loss of my genitals was something profoundly wonderful, perhaps even more so than gaining my new stinger or the way that I knew my eyes had become faceted just like the others'. As part of the hive I was a worker under my Regent, and only the Regent could be male. Now that I was no longer a male, I felt a welcome to the hive and pleasure unlike anything I had ever known.

This was because the hive had a group mind that operated on the subconscious level. Physically I had been changed and programmed with the intense desire to serve the hive and the Regent. Now that I was a neuter the hivemind welcomed me in turn, influencing my consciousness in a way that even the radical chemical and neurological shifts of my physical transformation could not have accomplished. There could only be one king to a hive, and now that I was no longer a potential threat to that position, the hivemind filled me with an even more intense desire to be part of the hive, to serve the hive, and to serve my Regent. Once again I felt something that at the time seemed like intense erotic attraction towards my Regent. I knew that I belonged to him. In time I would realise the misconception behind this, and that I was interpreting my new social drive with the sex drive that had previously been my most intensely pleasurable sensation. For now, however, I continued to rub my crotch.

As I did so, more skin began to flake away. The other two workers began to rub me down all over my body as well. The flaking skin turned out to be something like the pupae of a metamorphosing insect, which is appropriate enough considering what had just happened to me. The new skin beneath was much the same as before, except that it was totally hairless.

My wonderful transformation into an alien eunuch was complete.