This was all that Trisha could think and scream when she saw the most incredible, vile sight she'd ever seen: Her roommate and best friend Lizzie in the middle of a huge mess with a shiny flying green dildo giving her the penetration of her life. It filled her with questions: What made this huge mess? Whatās with that movie on the tv? And what the hell was that weird word Lizzie was shouting?!
There was no time at all for questions before the green dildo flew out of Lizzie's vagina and ricocheted around the room like a racquetball. Trisha was forced to duck and dodge away from the Flubber's bouncing. It would hover around her and bounce close to Trisha's body. All the while, Liz tried to talk to Trisha and the Flubber, which confused and angered Trisha more.
"Trisha! I know it's crazy but you have to calm down! You're just making it worse!" yelled Lizzie.
"CALM DOWN?! What the FUCK is going on?!!" shouted Trisha.
"It's a little hard to explain with all this yelling!"
"TRY!!"
"Hold on, let me grab your glove!"
But before Lizzie could grab Trisha's glove, the Flubber bounced off the far wall from the stairway with a big hollow boing. It squealed excitedly as it flew right through the space in Trish's bathrobe and right between her breasts.
Trish froze. Liz stood, mouth agape. The Flubber slid its way into the space between Trish's boobs with a sucking pop. The goo was warmed by Liz's insides, yet Trish could feel how cold it still was, which gave her a shiver. She wasn't into cold sexually like Lizzie was, but Trish still felt it oddly erogenous. The Flubber slipped and wriggled through her boobs, playing with them like it did with Lizzie. Only Trish didn't get to acquaint herself with the naughty slime. This made her freaked out and conflicted by the pleasure. Lizzie tried her best to help the situation.
"No, Flubber! Bad Flubber!" She yelled, as if it were a disobedient pet. "Out! Out!" But the Flubber couldn't hear her, or wasn't listening. It slipped out under Trish's bust to slide up and down her naked body underneath her bathrobe. The wet Flubber began exploring Trish's form.
Trish had fuller, bigger breasts than Lizzie. Almost everything on Trish was bigger. Her stomach was a little bigger. Her butt was bigger too, wide and shapely, and poked out further than Lizzie's. Her waist, legs, and arms were also thicker; chubby, for the most part. Flubber liked chubby. But Trish was also pretty athletic, which explained the way she dodged the Flubber's bounces with better grace than Lizzie. The Flubber was excited to get to know Trish some more.
Trish's bathrobe warped and stretched as the Flubber slipped, slid, and giggled through it. The goo could be seen bulging through the robe as it slid. Trish could do nothing but stand and wriggle with the Flubber's motion. She shrieked and yelled and periodically let out a tickled laugh.
The Flubber maneuvered itself around Trish in places it hadn't see Lizzie yet; it slid across Trish's stomach, made a sharp curve around her belly button, doubled back at her clean shaven armpits, corkscrewed around her strong legs, bouncing off of her feet, zipped back up to her breasts, giving them a jiggling jolt, around and down her toned back, slid down between her fat ass cheeks like a water slide, skid back up her clean shaven vagina and started all over again.
All the while, Trish tried her best to grab the Flubber as it slid and dug through her clothes. It was as if she was playing a game of Whack-A-Mole with it. Lizzie watched on, a little jealously, while thinking of how mischievous her little Flubber was. It looked to Lizzie like Trisha was doing a little dance. Lizzie tried her best to hide how humorous she found the situation. Nevertheless, Lizzie knew she had to help.
"Wait, I have an idea!" said Lizzie.
"What is it, please!" said Trish.
"Clap your boobs together!"
"What?!"
"Just do it!!"
Trish took Lizzie's advice and took her breasts in each hand and began slapping them together. This excited the Flubber, as it let out a shrill giggle and slid towards her. When the Flubber made it between Trish's boobs, she closed them together and Lizzie lunged forth and put her hands over Trish's.
"Cold! Cold!" Yelped Trish as the two housemates held the Flubber in Trish's breasts. The Flubber tried to escape Trish's bosom, making her breasts move as it tried to escape the softball glove earlier, to the same avail. "Haha! Got you again you little bugger!" Lizzie laughed. Lizzie's hands followed Trish's hands following the Flubber's erratic attempts to fly away. "I think he likes you!" she said to Trish. Trish was confused. Why the hell is Lizzie so chipper about this?
When the Flubber calmed down more, Liz let go her hands from Trish's and let Trish press her own boobs together. "Here, I'll get him." Said Lizzie soflty. "What? 'Him'?" asked Trish crossly.
Trish eased her hands off her boobs as Lizzie held her palms out together at Trish's chest. The flubber poked its head out of Trish's boobs and calmed at the sight of Lizzie. Lizzie began to whistle and make kissing noises at the Flubber. Trish had a confused and angry look at the sight of this. Lizzie had a lot of explaining to do.
The flubber flopped onto Lizzie's hands and became placid when it landed. "Awww, my poor baby... did he get a little too excited?" Lizzie wagged her other hand's pointer finger in the Flubber's face. "It's okay. I'm here, Mommy's here." Lizzie and the Flubber cooed at each other.
The moment the Flubber left Trisha's breasts, she jumped away and began wiping the space between them. "Oh my god, oh my god, that was in your pussy!" She said panicky. She pressed her bathrobe all over her body to wipe away the slime, either from the goo itself or from Lizzie vaginal juices. The thought of either made Trish gag. Her robe, wet and slimy on the inside, was getting cold fast. Trish took it off, and took off her hair towel to wipe herself up. When she finished, Trisha wrapped her towel around her waist. She wasn't going to keep her naked body exposed to that thing.
"I need another shower. And you have a LOT of explaining to do." Trisha said to Lizzie. "What the fuck is that thing? And why are you so cuddly with it?! And why were you fucking it?!!"
"Well, technically, it was fucking me." Lizzie said, then chuckled. The fat little blob in her hand chuckled as well. "And this, 'thing', is Flubber!"
Trish, arms crossed, furrowed. "Flubber?"
"Flubber!"
"I'm not calling it that."
"Well whatever you want to call it, I'm keeping him." Lizzie turned to the Flubber, "because you're just so cute! Yes you are, yes you are!" She brought the Flubber up to her face and began nuzzling her nose onto its face. The Flubber nuzzled back. Trisha furrowed further. "You're definitely not keeping that... that "Blubber", in this house, but that's not the only problem here. What about this huge mess? What happened?" Lizzie answered, "You didn't hear? This li'l booger here crashed into our kitchen window while I was doing the dishes. Dishes you were supposed to do, I'll add." Trish side-eyed. "Fair point, I guess, but I don't think that puts me into as much trouble as you, here. That somehow excuses you putting it inside you?!" Liz scratched her neck with her non-Flubber hand. "Uhum... yeah. I guess it doesn't."
Lizzie sat down on the sofa with the Flubber still in hand. Trisha sat down at the bottom step of the stairs. She wasn't ready to get close to Lizzie and the booger creature just yet. Lizzie knew she could get Trisha to trust the Flubber, it would just take a little convincing.
Lizzie opens, "It's really not easy to explain, but I'll try my best. I caught it in your softball glove andā"
"You caught it in my softball glove?!"
"Before it fucked me! Jeez. Anyway, I held it and I just... I felt this tingle, like this feeling. I must have caught it in the perfect light for its green to... to just pop. Just everything about it was so cute and adorable and, well after playing with it, sexy! Mmph, he's just so stretchy and gooey! And so considerate. If you saw him... felt him, how I did, you'd understand."
"Ugh," Trisha rolled her eyes, "I thought I was the hopeless romantic of us."
Lizzie got up off the couch. She couldn't talk her into liking the Flubber; Lizzie had to show what a miraculous substance the Flubber was.
"Just look at it, Trisha! You love cute things, isn't it so cute!" Lizzie poked the Flubber and made it jiggle and giggle. "He's ticklish!" She then dropped it and let it bounce up and down rapidly, catching it after three big boings. "He bounces!" Liz then grabbed the Flubber with both hands. "He's even stretchy!" She stretched the Flubber out slowly with a slurpy stretch. She looked at Trish through the Flubber's translucent stretched form. "See?" Spontaneity struck Lizzie as she pulled the stretched Flubber up to her face and made goofy faces and sounds at Trisha. Trisha was shocked. Lizzie then pulled off the Flubber with a satisfying pop as the Flubber mimicked Lizzieās facial features and copied her goofy faces and sounds. The Flubber snapped back with a rubbery thwap. Lizzie laughed as Trisha chuckled, loosening up.
"Okay, I'll admit, that looked pretty fun," Trisha chimed, "but I saw you fuck that thing. It was fully in your pussy, so, gross."
Lizzie slumped. "Oh, come on." Lizzie said. "It's my own pussy so it's fine. Besides, it's not like this is the worst you've seen of me. Remember Fort Lauderdale?"
"This is nothing like Fort Lauderdale!" Trisha shot back, "You were just having sex with gunk! The least you could have done was take that shit to your room! You're lucky I don't get the drain cleaner."
"No!" Lizzie shielded the Flubber away from Trisha's sight. "Look, I'm sorry you had to see that, and I should have taken it in private, but please please please let me keep it! He's just so cute I need him!" Lizzie gesticulated as she spoke, jiggling the Flubber about. Trisha caught sight of the way its plump body moved and swayed. She began to see what Lizzie was talking about.
Trisha's furrow lightened. "Well, I will have to admit, it is kind of adorable, in a gross way. And it does make those cute little chirping noises. I don't know about sexiness, but it was going at you pretty good. And you do seem to be kind of glowing from it, actually."
Lizzie indeed seemed perkier than usual, especially for a night after work. Trisha hadn't seen Lizzie like this in a long time. She had also thought to mention how hot it was being tickled and slid across her body by the Flubber, but was too mad at Lizzie to admit that much to her. And how bad was getting Lizzie's juices on her, really? Still, Trisha wasn't going to budge so easily.
Lizzie could see she was making headway with Trisha. She knew she was close to convincing her roommate to let her keep the Flubber.
"I promise I'll keep him in check," Lizzie said pleadingly, "youāve seen how I can keep him under control. And I'll clean up this mess, plus any other mess he might make. Just please let me keep him!ā
Trish thought for a moment. The flubber chittered pleadingly in Lizzie's hand. It turned its head like an orphaned kitten. Trisha broke.
"Well... I'll think about it." Lizzie smiled widely. "Yes!" she exclaimed. The Flubber squealed, "Yeah!" Trisha leaned back in surprise once more. "aaAahh!" "Oh, haha," chuckled Lizzie, "he can talk too. At least, a little bit. I don't think he can say much."
Trisha looked at the blubbery blob in Lizzie's hand quizzically. She found the thing gross, especially after feeling it slide around her body like a wet, slippery puck. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but begin to see Lizzie's side of things. The green glob was looking pretty cute cupped in Lizzie's hand. Trisha figured she should get a closer look.
"Can I... can I hold it?" Asked Trisha.
"Sure," answered Lizzie, walking towards Trisha, "just don't scream at him again, he really doesn't like it."
"Yeah, no, I got it." Trisha made a sarcastic face.
Lizzie stood in front of Trisha and held out the Flubber for Trisha to hold. With the girls' hands next to each other, the Flubber rolled off Lizzie's hand in a little somersault and plopped onto Trish's hand. Through Lizzie's amorous "Aww," Trish's face twisted in disgust. She secretly found it as cute as Lizzie, she just wasn't ready to show it externally.
The goo looked back at Lizzie. She gave an 'it's okay' nod and the Flubber looked back again at Trish. They stared at one another for a moment.
Trish slowly lifted her pointer finger to the Flubber's face. After leaning in and making a motion akin to a sniff, the Flubber formed a small pair of lips on its face and kissed her fingertip. Trish let out a "ooh!" as Lizzie smiled warmly.
Trish took Flubber's head by her finger and thumb and began to play with it. She squished and squeezed and lightly laughed. It was much funner to play with than Trisha thought. She even began to see its erotic possibilities as well; playing with it felt to Trish like playing with a dick. Lizzie then sat down next to Trish on the stairs, watching her work the Flubber like a toy.
"Yeah, okay, this snot of yours is kinda cute," Trisha finally admitted, " I could probably do this all night." "Right? I told you he's cute!" Lizzie answered brightly. The Flubber giggled away as Trisha massaged its face.
In her idle toying, Trish had her own dirty thought.
She stood up and undid her towel with her free hand. The flubber seductively growled at this. Trish then grabbed the Flubber from both ends and squeezed. She found herself actually kind of enjoying the squishing sound it made and the feeling of it oozing through her fingers. She pulled the Flubber apart, feeling its elastic strength against hers. Liz expected Trish to pull it over her face. But Trish had a different idea.
Trish took the stretched out Flubber and pulled it over her breasts. This made Liz laugh in surprise. The Flubber fitted itself perfectly over, under, and between Trish's breasts, stretching over every inch of her chest's skin. Trish let out an involuntary moan at the feeling. It sucked and shook her boobs as Trish shook her chest back and forth. With two separate but simultaneous loud pops, both louder than the one that was made on Lizzie's face, Trish pulled the Flubber off herself. The Flubber formed a perfect mould of Trish's round bosom, complete with spot-on nipples. The Flubber boobs wobbled wildly in and out from the force of leaving Trish. They jiggled and juggled to the amusement of the girls, and made crazy googly motions. Lizzie reached over and squeezed them, making them squash and warp and laugh in response. The breasts then erratically slapped together before the Flubber itself made like a rubber band and shot back into place with another loud wet snap back into Trish's hand.
Both girls erupted into laughter. Lizzie covered her mouth as she laughed. Trish held the Flubber in her palm, swishing it like a wine glass and watching it sway. "You should have put your face in it!" Liz said through laughs. "Yeah, no, I'm not getting liquid Lizzie all over my face." said Trisha, laughing back.
Both girls looked intently at the Flubber as they walked back to the couch and sat down. Trish continued, "I'd probably put my face in it after you've washed it." Trish continued swaying the Flubber. It bubbled and giggled in Trish's hand as she said, "I will admit, that was super hot. Maybe I could use a turn with this stuff..." Trish's eyes were fixed squarely on the Flubber. "I mean," said Lizzie, pondering aloud, "I guess I could share him. He does seem to like you too, after all."
Trish was half joking when she said she wanted a turn with the Flubber, but she knew Liz's openness to the idea was sincere. The thought of being rammed the same way as Liz excited Trish tremendously. It made her almost wish she did the dishes in the first place so she could have discovered the Flubber and been fucked by candlelight and a movie like Liz was. Trish tried her best to hide her arousal at the mental image of her being made love to in Liz's place.
"Here, let me see him for a second." Liz said to Trish. Trish tossed the Flubber to Liz. It made a bubbly sound as it left her hand, and a juicy plop when it landed on Liz's hand. Liz grabbed at the Flubber with both hands. "I just stretch him like this... squeeze him here... squish like this..." Liz walked Trish through moulding the Flubber into a cock. Through rubbery stretches and squelches, Liz buzzed, "pull here, twist there. And... ta-da!" She held the Flubber out as it jiggled stiff in her hand. An aroused "woah." came out of Trish.
Liz held the cock out at Trish. Trish looked at it for a long moment. "Go on, hold it." Liz finally said. Trish slowly reached her hand out. The Flubber bounced on its balls off Liz's hand onto Trish's. Trish could feel the Flubber balls loosen and tighten over her own skin. She fondled them in her hands. It made the Flubber giggle and moan bubbly.
Trish must have touched the Flubber's balls in a sensitive spot, because the fondling caused it to scream and fly out of Trish's hand. Instead of bouncing around the room, however, it floated in mid-air, screeching and frantically jiggling. Liz and Trish sat in horror. The Flubber's screams were interrupted by the balls detaching from the shaft of the Flubber cock. Lizzie let out an amused laugh at the sight of the detaching balls. Her slimy discovery was surprising her at every turn. But her laughs would die down when she noticed the balls fly straight towards Trish. Each ball split into two duplicate balls as they flew to her. One pair went straight to her breasts, landing in a splat shape onto her nipples. They reformed into shiny little dollops, forming like pasties. Her nipples were still visible through the green goo and shiny bubbles. Trish was too late to cover herself when the other pair snaked towards her vagina.
The Flubber cock itself stop screaming in midair and began flying around. The still screaming gooey penis rolled and twisted through the air like a deflating balloon as Liz's eyes and head followed it closely. This excited and aroused her greatly. Seizing the opportunity, she opened her legs and gave her pussy a couple slaps. The Flubber took notice immediately; in no time at all, it flew right towards her vagina with an excited, droning 'woooo' and entered her with a loud wet 'thwoop!' headfirst. The great stimulus and interia forced Lizzie to jerk her body back, with enough force to skid the couch a few inches.
The gooey balls that landed on Trish's breasts began sucking on her nipples immediately upon contact. With the force of their cold suckling, they were able to hold onto Trish's breasts. The Flubber wasn't done playing with them. The balls kneaded and squeezed the breasts, not bothering to gauge how careful they had to be with them. Trish liked being played with rough, but this was almost too much.
The Flubs in Trish's vagina were as wanton as the ones on her breasts. Their movements moistened her up. The balls poked and prodded at her inner walls, their slimy surfaces sliding all over her, making Trish shiver and shake. They moved wildly, but they weren't moving randomly. The Flubs were exploring her insides as they were bounding around her. It was as if they were searching for something. Trish could feel the Flubs every time they bounced and boinged off her walls. Then, after a rigorous bouncy investigation, they found it: Trish's clit.
In Liz's vagina, the Flubber went right back to where it was when Trish interrupted it. It had even resumed the fast pace it was stopped at, but Liz's wetness from making Flubber into a dick again didn't make that a problem. The Flubcock fucked and thrusted and gooily laughed as it drilled itself deep into Liz over and over again. Liz went back to rubbing herself to the Flubber's thrusts. She was keen on enjoying this; a different story from Trish's.
Trish was enjoying herself, that much was sure. But so much of the situation, down to her own willingness, confused her. Her friend finds a bouncing booger and her first thought is to shape it into a dick and fuck it? And now she's fucking it too?? And it actually feels amazing?! It didnāt take much convincing for her internal conflict to be resolved. Apprehension gave way to acceptance as Trish went with the sucking and the shaking of the Flubbers in and on her body. Tension gave way to pleasure. It was Trish's self care day, after all. She deserved this.
The Flubs on Trish's breasts began to play even more wildly. They played recklessly with her boobs; pulling them out and twisting them, spinning them together, making them move like pistons, and smashing them together.
One ball in Trish's vagina focused its flubbing on her clit as the other continued working on her vagina itself. While the ball in her vagina was frolicking and sliding about, the ball on her clit attached itself and began a caress with its slippery micro-mass. The cold suction sent shocks down Trish's leg, and made her make a mess of the couch. The Flubber in her vagina played in her flowing juices like a waterpark.
The balls on Trish's boobs' playing became more elaborate. From a few seconds to minutes, each game stimulated Trish in wackier and wackier ways: They warped and wibbly-wobbly waved her boobs in inhuman motions, while wooing and cheering as if on a roller coaster. They made her breasts mimic cartoon character eyes when seeing a beautiful woman, even with a bubbly 'awooga'. They formed lips out of themselves and made her nipples kiss. One would form a mouth and spit out a smaller Flubber ball with a squeaky 'pitoo' sound into the other's mouth back and forth like a pair of fountains. The Flubber's sexy shenanigans on her breasts got laughs out of Trish through her moans. Their playing felt good, but not as much as the playing the ball on her clit was doing.
The tiny Flub sucking down on Trish ceased sucking and popped off her clit. Then, blunt, stubby appendages like chubby fingers sprouted from its green body. They began twisting and knobbing on the clit. The Flub fingered it like Trish fingered the Flubber's head minutes ago. Then, the fingers got to playing as well. They squeezed and squished. They kneaded and elbowed. The gooey limbs beat Trish's button like a bongo drum. Each beat made Trish twitch. The Flub formed lips and nibbled. It even formed a small butt and grinded the wet pink clit between its gooey green cheeks like a micro-stripper. Trish's pelvis gyrated and tweaked like it was receiving electric shocks. She grabbed and clawed at the couch, unable to contain her ecstasy.
The Flubber inside Liz was still giving her a hard, steady drilling when she began to notice a change in its temperature. The once chilled Flubbercock was beginning to warm inside her. Slowly it began to match her body temperature. Trish then said, in a twitchy and breathy voice, "I think it's oowaghā it's getting warmer..." All Liz could do was nod in agreement as she watched the green goo dig in and out of herself.
All of the Flubber began playing and thrusting and bouncing harder and louder to the immense stimulation of Trish and Liz. Its yips and yahoos became louder and more excited. Intuiting what this meant, Liz grabbed Trish's hand, and squeezed tight. Trish squeezed back.
The Flubbercock interrupted its speedy thrusts for one big, deep push inside Liz. There, it gave her several small but forceful jerks as deep as it could go. All the Flubbers, even the ones throughout Trish's body, stalled in place, almost vibrating. The ball flubbing Trish's clit attached itself like a barnacle onto it. The flubs on her breasts pressed down on them. Finally, the Flubcock began to cock itself back inside Liz. She could feel its body fattening and bugling. She thought of a cannon, ready to fire. Liz and Trish were ready to be fired themselves. The Flubber cock stretched itself as it shot back out like a train stack inside Liz. It let out a scream from inside her:
"WAHHA HAHA AAHA~!!"
As the Flubber shot out, Liz felt the hot, slimy pumps landing blows inside of her. Three shots flew deeply into her, the cock pushing Liz's body up with each. The flubs throughout Trish's body began climaxing at the same time as the cock. The flubs began bouncing even more erratically, and she could feel their surfaces begin to warp and morph at random. Liz and Trish held hands as they both screamed shortly after the Flubber:
āAAAHAHAAAA~ā
Both girls bodies felt the electric sensual stimulation of the Flubberās erratic orgasm. They both let out streams of ejaculate that the Flubber was more than excited to be soaked in.
When the Flubber cock finished pumping its hot fluid into Liz, it began to lose its hardness. Spontaneously, its consistency changed. The once hard goo cock was reduced down to a loose puddle of slime. The balls throughout Trishās body followed suit. The supple, rubbery balls were now flowing like honey on Trishās nipples. The ones inside her surfaced onto her labia.
The girls laid back and caught their breaths. āHah, hah, holy shit!ā exclaimed Trish. After enough breaths, Liz pulled the even gooier Flubber out of her vagina as Trish also pulled the Flubber out of hers. Liz held out the now stringy Flubber in one hand and let it plop onto her other hand. She noticed the Flubberās change in consistency and demeanor. It weakly purred. Trish asked, looking at the puddle she was holding, āDid weā¦ did we kill it?ā āI umā¦ Iām not sure.ā Liz answered, with plenty of worry in her voice.
The Flubber in Lizās hands then bulged up slowly, forming a mound-like head. It looked at her and wooed lazily. Her worry melted away as she realized what was going on. Staring at it smiling, she said, āI think we found out how to calm him down.ā Trish took the flub puddle she was holding and poured it into Lizās hand. She the pulled off the flubs from her nipples. They left a sucking kissing sound as they came off of her. She put them in Lizās hands as well, joining them to the main gooey mass, and then slouched back onto the couch.
āAlright, Iāve thought about it,ā Trish said in a lazy, satisfied voice. āYou can keep it.ā Liz beamed with excitement at Trish. āReally?!ā She said, eyes full of joy. āYeah,ā said Trish tiredly, āJust donāt forget to change its newspaper.ā Liz turned back to the Flubber. She gave it a protracted āmwahā kiss on its mound-head and batted her eyelashes at it. āYouāre all mine!ā The Flubber let out a wahoo! at the statement. She gave the Flubber another kiss, and it lazily kissed her back.
Trish rolled her eyes and looked away from the twoās display of affection. Still looking away, she said, blushing, āJustā¦ let me get a turn with him now and then, would you?ā
Would you ever be swallowed to get someone off~? Finding all the right spots inside a person~?
it depends, flubbette/flubber is a bit of a naughty sadist. i think it would like being swallowed by you, know that you're freaking as the thick, cold blob shoves down your throat and starts jerking you around as you explored. if you're a man, she would enjoy bouncing towards your dick - stuffing inside your dick. she enjoys hearing you both panic at the bulge moving under your sensitive skin but also hear your moans of pleasure because your enjoy the burning, tight sensation of her fat, fuckable form stretching your dick out.
she'll sit at the edge of your time, forcing you to cum - which causes her to shot out of you along with you're yummy baby butter. your seed stains your underwear and she rips through it like it's nothing, giggling as she bounces away before you fall into a heap of your own cum.
I wonder what would happen if we trapped flubbette in a jar or vial, then flashed her with a camera before pushing the mouth of the jar/vial deep into Flubber's belly.
sorry, the wording of this confuses me lol. flubbette is flubber - just when its presenting as 'female' if that's what you mean?
Lizzie arrived home from work through the kitchen door long after dark. She saw that the sink was still full of dirty dishes. It was Trisha, her housemate, whose turn it was to clean them. Figures, Lizzie thought. It was Trisha's day off, meaning she was in the middle of all day long "Me Time." This prompted Lizzie to check the living room.
Surely enough, the lights were dimmed, the room was scattered with LED candles, and the tv was playing a reality tv show. This meant Trisha was in the upstairs bathroom taking an extremely long shower, one of her many free day self care pampering rituals. Rituals that didn't include her doing the dishes, it seemed.
Realizing that there was no way Trisha was going to do any chores, Lizzie sighed, filled the sink with water, and got to work on the dishes. She would typically let down her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair after getting home from work, but decided she'd wait until the dishes were finished.
Plate after plate, Lizzie washed away. After a few minutes of washing she briefly looked out of the kitchen window into the front yard. It was very dark outside, but the streetlights kept the neighborhood lit well enough to see. It was then that Lizzie noticed a strange shape zooming through the air towards the window. Some kind of ball. Something quick. Something... green.
Lizzie's eyes widened and she ducked behind the sink. The ball crashed through the window, making a sort of gurgling sound as it passed. Who would be playing ball this late at night? she thought. But before Lizzie could get up and check where it landed, she heard the object hit the kitchen wall. Only instead of falling to the floor, the ball bounced off the wall with a drumming boing and continued its flight. Just as fast, the ball hit another wall with another boingy bounce.
Lizzie was frightened and confused. Some weird green ball had flown into her house, and instead of just falling on the floor, it just kept bouncing. Even more puzzling, the ball seemed to be screeching and giggling with each bounce. How on earth can a ball do that? Is it... alive? And how is Trisha not hearing this?
The ball bounced its way through the kitchen and into the living room. Lizzie got up and ran after it to get a better look at whatever was bounding on her walls and making a mess of the house. It knocked down a lamp, hit Trisha's vases, knocked over her candles, and even hit the tv remote, changing the channel to some black and white movie.
The thing flew close to Lizzie's face several times. It would even gracefully swim around her waist and maneuver between her legs. Lizzie gasped and shrieked every time she had to skip and duck and lean out of the green thing's way. It made her jump straight when it flew a little too close between her thighs. It was then that Lizzie had enough.
Thinking quickly, Lizzie grabbed Trisha's softball glove on the sofa. Lizzie ran to a corner of the living room and waited for the green whatever-it-was to fly towards her face (or somewhere else) again. She hoped her years of helping Trisha with her "killer throw" as she called it, would pay off. The green thingy bounced from the opposite wall right to Lizzie's face. But Lizzie at the last moment put the glove up, and the thing flew right into her grasp. The force of the object knocked Lizzie back onto the wall, but it was enough to stop the world's bounciest object's giggling rampage.
The boings, bonks, bounces, and giggles were silenced, and gave way to the sounds of a romantic old movie on the tv. As soon as the thingy was caught, it struggled in Lizzie's grasp to escape. It even made muffled shrieks under the leather of the glove. Holding it still with her bare, free hand, Lizzie expected it to feel hard, given its force. But the object seemed... squishy. It even seemed to mold around her hand, like... goo? It was even slick, slightly wet feeling, and a little cold to the touch.
Lizzie let out a grossed out noise upon feeling it. The objectās attempt to wriggle and fly away made her arms flail. When it began to calm down, Lizzie's curiosity got the better of her. She let her bare hand go and finally took a good look at the green intruder.
Lizzie furrowed her brow at it.
"Ew."
Green, gooey slime. Green and shiny. The glob of goo was as slick and squishy as Lizzie had felt. It was also translucent, with shiny little bubbles floating within it. It reminded Lizzie of hair gel. It would jiggle and shiver with her hand. It was even making sounds: sloshing blubs and blorps, as well as faint chittering noises.
Lizzie could do nothing but gawk at it.
"A... booger?" Lizzie said. "A living booger broke into my house." She giggled at the absurdity. The thing giggled back.
Lizzie blinked sharply in surprise. Even more shocking, it then formed a sort of head and looked at her. Granted, it had no eyes, but Lizzie could tell it was looking at her, just the same. She could feel it.
She had met its "gaze" as it studied her body, too. The blob began to lightly, almost bashfully coo as it saw her. It seemed to take most interest in her slim waist, her big blue eyes, her button nose, her medium-thin lips, and especially at her perky breasts, which it cooed and chittered at the most.
Through her confusion and slight disgust, Lizzie blushed. She didn't know that when it was just flying around her body, it must have also been checking her out.
"Oh..." she noised, a little playfully, when she made the realization. "You're a little pervert, aren't you?" Lizzie paused. She looked away and shook her head. "Look at me. I'm talking to snot." She made cross eyes and stuck her tongue out at it, miming how crazy she thought she looked, and let out a laugh. The goo laughed back. Lizzie smiled and blushed again, even harder.
She walked over carefully to the sofa and sat down, grabbing the glob with her bare hand and then shaking off the glove. In her bare hand the gooās green form comprised only a round head and a bulbous globular body. Lizzie noticed how slimy cold it was. The slight cool excited her.
"Oooh.. you're a little cold... that's good. I was always into temperature play." she joked to herself. It let out a bubbly chuckle and a purr, seeming not only to get the joke, but sensing the joke's sexual undertones. This made Lizzie smirk.
"So... um, Booger, if I may... you can call me Lizzie. If you can understand me, I mean." "WooOOoo." The goo squeaked happily in response. "Haha, wow! You understood me!" This pleasantly surprised Lizzie. The goo's cuteness increased tenfold in her eyes. "It's nice to meet you too! You got a pretty good look at me, now let me get a better look at you."
Lizzie held the goo level to her face. She fondled it in her hand. It felt supple, almost like a breast. "You're squishy! I always loved the feeling of boobs, if I'm being honest." Lizzie chuckled. Next, Lizzie gave it a little shake. The goo jiggled and swayed with the motion in a gelatinous, breast-like manner. It was comparable to the weight and feeling of a full water balloon. "Oooh." she sounded. She gave it another shake. "Jiggle, jiggle! Hehe."
Next she poked the goo's green belly, making it let out a giggle. "Oohoohoo! You're ticklish!" She observed, noting that the goo had a sense of touch; she wondered what else it could feel. Lizzie poked the goo several more times, making a boingy bounce each time, as the goo laughed with each poke. She herself giggled, inadvertently having fun with the blob. The goo eventually had enough though, and let out an annoyed yap and nipped at her finger.
"Oh! Sorry, little guy." Little guy? She thought to herself. I'm giving it nicknames already? Lizzie found herself more than liking the strange creature that entered her home.
Her finger began lightly scratching its globular head on the chin. "You know, you're pretty cute for a booger," She admitted to it as she began gently caressing. "Almost hot, honestly..." Liz caressed its amorphous face amorously. The slimy blob cooed in satisfaction as it moved along with her finger. Lizzie and the goo then caught each otherās glance. Her heart fluttered.
What the hell?! Lizzie thought to herself. Why did my heart just do that for this... whatever this is?! She was as puzzled as she was intrigued by these feelings, just as much as she was for the slimy blob itself. It came into her house, made a mess of the kitchen and the living room, bounced around her like a gooey creep, only for her to play with it and make her heart go crazy for it? What was she going to tell Trisha when she gets out of the shower?
Just then, the male lead of the movie playing on the tv took his true love by the shoulders and passionately kissed her to the romantic sound of violins. This caught the goo's attention. It turned its shiny little head towards Lizzie and formed a pair of plump lips, making kissing noises at her. Lizzie's eyes widened. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "You want to..." the goo stretched its fat body toward her face, nearing its thick lips toward hers.
Lizzie hadn't kissed anyone in a long time, but the romantic ambience of the candles and the movie was powerful. She realized that there was no resisting the feelings she felt bubbling up for the bubbly blob. She also figured she deserved a little loving, after the day she had. She held the goo closer to her face and closed her eyes. Liz brought her rosy pink lips to the goo's emerald green lips, and they began to make out.
Liz was initially nervous kissing the slime. She was always an over-thinker when it came to romance. The nerves didn't last very long, as her and the goo's chemistry was apparent. The goo at first led the kiss, but Liz's acceptance of her feelings made her overtake the lead. The goo's minty cool lips coupled with its slimy slipperiness made the kiss a sensory pleasure for Liz. It wasn't long before she caught herself using tongue, which the goo returned by forming its own green appendage wriggling and sliding around hers. In short order, Liz and the goo were in a full open mouthed french kiss.
Answering a question she didn't know she had, she found out how the slime tasted. It had a weak chemical flavor. Not an unpleasant industrial chemical, but more like the synthetic flavor of a candy: sweet, and the longer their tongues danced, like artificial grape. Weird, she thought, since the goo was green, and grape things are usually purple. But the flavor reminded Liz of something else, she just couldn't remember what...
Before she could pinpoint the flavor, Liz's mind began to wander into naughtier territory. There's probably so much this miracle substance could do. If it has sexual tendencies, and likes kissing, then maybe it might also like...
Liz pulled the goo away from her face, stretching it out a few feet before it left her mouth with a loud, wet pucker. "Oh wow! You're pretty stretchy!" Liz said. "You formed such nice lips. Let's see what else you can form..."
Liz took her other hand and grabbed the goo, and stretched it out. She stretched it over a foot long and began manipulating it like a balloon animal. She then took one end and formed a sort of helmet-mushroom shape with her fingers, then took the other end and formed two spheres. She then held up the gooey spheres in her fingers, shaft up. The long mushroom end fell limp.
"Oh wow! I didn't think that would work!" Liz chuckled. In just that instant, the limp goo jiggled and stood erect, while the spheres drooped into a fine pair of loose balls. This widened Liz's eyes instantly and aroused her tremendously. She let out another breathy wow.
"Alright, booger, let's really get to know each other..."
Liz grabbed the base of the goo's shaft and opened her mouth. She slapped the slimy head on her tongue. It made a satisfying bouncing sound as it did so. She giggled at the sounds, while weirdly finding them attractive. She gave the slick shaft a few slow strokes and smiled while licking her lips. Still smiling, Liz closed her eyes and began to manipulate the gooey cock into her mouth. The goo then flung itself into her mouth to the surprise of Liz. She was glad to excite him.
Giving a little chuckle, Liz held the goo's shaft and stroked with both hands as she began to suck. The goo purred as it felt the pleasuring warmth of her mouth, and Liz loved the gentle chill of the slimy cock's surface. The slickness of the goo and wetness of Liz's mouth made sucking noises like neither partner had ever heard.
Liz could tell she was pleasing the goo, because it made bubbly moans as she sucked on it. It would moan louder and jiggle when her tongue hit certain spots of the goo's green head. She made sure to show those spots extra love; the bubbling and gurgling sounds the goo made had made her even more horny, for reasons she didn't bother to think about.
Liz's enthusiastic tonguing of the goo gave her a better, stronger taste of it. She finally realized what it most reminded her of: rubber. She wondered what other rubbery qualities it had; if those qualities were applicable in bed.
Liz adventurously decided to bite down on the goo's head in her mouth. At first it was squishy and pillowy, like biting into a marshmallow. As soon as her teeth neared closing, however, the goo sprung back and became hard again. "Wah!" It yipped pleasurably. Liz laughed through the goo in her mouth. She bit down twice more and the goo giggled in sexual excitement. Liz then shook her head side to side, grazing her teeth on the goo's glans. "OooOOoOOO!" The goo loved it!
Grabbing the goo by the base of the shaft, Liz bit down at the gooey head and pulled it away with her teeth. The goo pulled apart like taffy and made a satisfying slimy stretching sound. With her other hand, Liz stroked the stretched goo vigorously. It bubbled out loud, gratifying moans. "WaaooOoWoahooooOO!!"
The goo shivered and shook in tremendous ecstasy. The pleasure was overwhelming.
The goo rapidly snapped back into its previous phallic shape, making an explosive bubbling raspberry noise. It flew out of Liz's mouth's grasp, letting off a big pop. A moment of shock from Liz was immediately interrupted by her amusement. She laughed hard and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. She even snorted! She hadn't laughed so hard in years. The goo joined in with its own bubbly chuckles.
"I don't think a blowjob has ever made me laugh before!" Liz said through a huge laughing smile. The laughter subsided, and her expression turned seductive again. She brought the living green dildoās head close to her mouth. Liz's closed her eyes and gave the goo's tip a suckling kiss with her lips. It made a gooey moan. Then, she whispered: "I think we're ready for more."
Liz got up from the sofa and put the goo down on the coffee table. She bent over and pulled down her leggings. The goo cock stood on its balls, watching excitedly as Liz stripped for it. It wooed and cooed as she took off her leggings. Liz's panties were soaking wet. At the sight of this, the goo bounced up and down on the table, barely containing its excitement. Liz thought this might make the goo go berserk again, but she didn't care. She needed it inside of her.
Liz slouched down on the couch. She began to pull her panties down slowly to tease it. This excited the goo even more. When Liz's wet vagina was finally in full view, the slime boinged off the coffee table and zipped giggly towards her opening.
The slime slid its translucent glans on Liz's vulva. Liz's twitched in surprise. "Uwah!" She wasn't ready for its coldness, which was even harsher on her warmer, more sensitive vagina. The sensation made her lay her head back and let out a breathy moan. She pulled off her panties all the way and tossed them aside. The goo teased her as it slid its slick shaft surface up and down Liz's vulva. This made her even wetter. Liz was ready for the shiny, slick, gooey cock.
The goo wasted no time once it slipped its bulbous head into Liz's opening. It wriggled itself as deep as it could into her. As her hot insides rapidly met the chilled slime, she dug her heels into the carpet in pleasure. This coincided with Liz laying her head back and moaning a breathy ooh. The slime didn't start thrusting slowly, but Liz knew certainly it was pacing itself. She saw what it did to the living room; she knew it would definitely make a mess of her insides.
As the slimy cock began to pick up its pace, it started to rock the couch. Its gooey balls bounced with cartoony bounces as the slime cock hit Lizās back walls. Its forceful thrusts made her breasts jiggle with the rhythm. She began moaning louder. Liz would shake and shiver sporadically, from the combined stimulation from the slimy cold and the rubbery slipping of the elastic thrusts. The overwhelming pleasure her plastic playmate gave her prompted her to moan its name. But what was its name?
"Booger... booger... booger"
That couldn't be its name! This prompted Liz to come up with something on the spot.
Well, it flew. And it bounced (and tasted) like rubber.
"Flying... rubber." Liz said through the flying rubber's motions. "Flu- Flu- Flu-" As the goo's fucking became harder, she began to squeal the name together... "Flubber!"
"Wee Hahh!" The Flubber exclaimed bubbly. It began to fuck Liz even harder and bouncier. The bouncing and jiggling elevated Liz's pleasure dramatically. The Flubber fucked and bounced harder. Liz's heels dug further into the carpet as her hands gripped the couch for dear life. She rubbed her clit andĀ thrusted her hips with the Flubber's motion. Her vagina was ready for the flubbery hot load it was about to receive.
Liz almost couldn't take it. She screamed the Flubber's name louder and louder the closer she was to climaxing.
Trisha stood eyes bulging at the foot of the stairs with nothing but a rose red bathrobe and a towel around her long dark hair. She made Liz and the Flubber freeze. She stood, horrified, at her destroyed vases, her broken lamp, her candles laying everywhere, a black and white movieās credits on the tv, her half naked equally horrified housemate shaking in orgasm, and a big green translucent penis halfway inside her best friend.
Liz knew she was in huge trouble.
"Please don't freak ou-"
"AHHH!"
Trisha's scream freaked out the Flubber once more. The slimy penis then tweaked itself inside of Liz as it began to shift shape rapidly. This made Liz twitch and Trisha freak out even more. The Flubber then shot out of Liz's vagina with a loud puck and enough force to jiggle her breasts.
Liz shot up from the sofa and tried her best to calm both the Flubber and Trisha. Trisha was less composed than Liz was when she initially met the giggling green goo, no doubt made worse by seeing her naked roommate getting the drilling of her life from the elastic substance.
The Flubber itself wouldn't be so easy to calm; it now had a choice between two beautiful women, after all. It made the room a mess further in itsās excitement. Trisha ducked and dodge panicky as the Flubber began to bounce and twist around Trisha as it did with Liz before.
Liz knew what this meant. She reached for Trisha's softball glove so Trisha could catch the flubber from its bouncy tantrum. But it was too late as Lizzie watched in horror as the Flubber flopped and flew straight towards Trish's exposed bosom.
(Turns on some loud Mambo music) Well you asked. Can we see ya shake that little Flubber booty~?
The horny, rambunctious goo is around bouncing around the house - causing an utter mess as she duplicates into multiples of flubber. Dozens of energetic globs of flub are bouncing and jiggling and shaking their chunky emerald ass as they fart and squirt and hump all over the professor's mess of a living room. It was a hotbox of pure sexual energy as the 'main' flubber danced and giggled on top of the coffee table. "You want to see some flubber booty big boy? I'll show you!" The gooey glob grunted and moaned as its ass bubbled and expanded, surging with fat and flub into two juicy, feminine ass cheeks that clapped and bounced against each other as Flubbette spun and danced to the beat.
"You think you can handle all this flub?" The goo giggled before a large, gooey fart bubble formed between her ass cheeks and popped with an audible squelch - the sound of her explosive gas forming a beautiful duet with the mambo singer. Flubbette only giggled in response to her crudeness, giggling as she shot into the stinky air to join the other flubs in the mambo dance orgy that was quickly forming....
Can I hold you in my hand and squeeze your juicy little booty gooty?
'Hmm maybe.' Flubbette teases you like the brat she is as her fat belly jiggles with fat and food. "As long your you can finger wet, hot throbbing flubpussy then- Oh!" The goo's body shudders and contorts, the fat lips of her gooey labia widening before...a thick, glob of flubcum shots out of her 'pussy' and sprays across your face. "Hehe~ Oops."
Iām so tempted to just take a photo with a nice bright flash, so you could bounce around wildly and create problems for anyone in your home. :3
Flubbette purrs and cooes at the suggestion, her gooey shaking in arousal. "'Daddy' wants me to be a good girl and stay in the tank buuut I like making messes!" The flubber was incredible volatile and destruction even without being agitated with light - exposing her to sudden flashes maybe wasn't the best idea... As the goo waits for you to play with her - it partially shifts itself into a fat, round ass and she gives a rubbery grunt before a thunderous, volatile cloud of green mist - consisting of hundreds of tiny, horny nanoflubs - explodes out of her as she loudly farts.
"Oops! Excuse me~" The flubber giggles....right before proceeding to fart uncontrollably again.
So youāre Flubber now? Howād you turn into him? And what did it feel like? :)
i didn't turn into anything and i'm not a boy...at least not right now. i'm flubbette - a beautiful, horny princess but i can be fluid with gender for humans.
i was born this way during daddy's (the professor's) experiment: he used a sample of his cum to make the perfect fertility treatment and unfortunately got the formula a little wrong - birthing me! it was a fun, chaotic birth - i made the lab go boom from my sheer energy! the whole thing made instantly hungry....an urge i satisfied by sucking my gooey glob on daddy's cock right after he freed me from my birthing tank
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