Alright! Monster x Expert anon here with the book club friend crush story!
It had been a few months.
A few months since you’d first joined the book club.
It was normal, really. Just an entirely average book club, talking about books, discussing books, all of that business.
You’d even made a few friends there!
However, out of all of these friends, one stood out to you. They were odd, yes, but odd in a ‘they’re a character somebody would post gifs on tumblr of’ kind of way.
Most of the time, they kinda just. Sat there. Reading, and would sporadically make some conversation with the other members of the book club.
Of course, since you were friends, they tended to be more attentive in the conversation whenever you were around.
There were a few things to nitpick about them, though, no matter how timid and kind they were.
First of all, they smelled weird. Like 24/7. The smell wasn’t very describable, and you’d ask about what perfume they were wearing and they’d sort of just. Either not answer or give some round-about mimic of an answer that held no real content within its words.
Second of all, they had a tendency to stare at you. You, specifically. And then do the whole ‘eye aversion’ thing once they’d noticed that you’d noticed. Okay. Not too bad. Honest social mistake people make all the time.
Third of all, they seemed to be REALLY obsessed with the horror genre. Specifically monster-centric horror. They said they ‘related to the characters’, though, in one book they were reading, there were no humans, meaning they probably related to nonhuman characters more than human. Which, okay, again, not a red flag. People relate to nonhuman characters all the time. You didn’t have a problem with Furries or any of their ilk.
But then there was the BIG flashing neon sign of ‘???’ above them at all times.
They never went to the bathroom. Ever. Never ever. Never in your months of knowing them.
It could’ve been a coincidence. Maybe they were bathroom-shy! Didn’t feel safe in public bathrooms, which, was an understandable fear for many reasons!
It was like they didn’t have any human organs, or something.
But it was still very, very weird.
Anyways, it had been a while that you’d known this… goth/nerd/lemon demon fan/or something whatever you couldn’t really pin them down…
Maybe they were… dark academia? Or something?
Nevermind. No need to pin them down as anything. It was a fruitless task.
Back to the point. You’d been friends with them for a while, and for the first time in months they’d been acting weirder than usual, which is really saying something when that’s pretty much their default setting.
They’d been looking at you more.
Just… weird in general. Very weird behaviors going on here. Not typical for their usual level of atypical.
Kinda made you wanna kiss em’ a little. Give em just a little smooch on the cheek for some reason. Like they were your Blorbo or something.
Okay, okay, so you’d been crushing on them, and crushing on them since before they started getting weirder. Maybe you wanted to give them a big smooch. Not a little one, a big blorbo smooch reserved ONLY for blorbos.
You’d also questioned why you were using the term ‘Blorbo’ for an irl person when ‘Blorbo’ specifically relates to favorite fictional characters.
Nonetheless… Blorbo material.
Unbeknownst to you, Blorbo was hiding something.
Whenever they looked at you, they felt like something in their mind was breaking chains that had been holding it back for years. Some form of wild base instincts. Something lashing at their thoughts.
It filled their thoughts when they saw you.
Thoughts of filling you with eggs.
Thoughts of wrapping around you.
Judging by that stuff, the feeling was actually mutual.
Unfortunately… you’re no mind reader. Nobody is. (Thank goodness). It’s not like you could tell they were falling head-over-heels for you in recent times. It’s also not like you could tell they were falling head-over-heels in a really fuckin’ weird way.
As the days progressed, it just got weirder.
One club meeting, when you were sitting next to Blorbo, they seemed extra uncomfortable tonight.
“Hey, uh, Blorbo… what’s wrong?” You’d ask, very concerned that they seemed very nervous tonight.
The beast lashed at the chains within them, and Blorbo grunted, attempting to hold something back. “Uh. Yeah.” They gave a sheepish reply. Which also made no sense.
“That uh… that didn’t answer my question, Blorbo.” You’d repeat, but found no useful answer. It’s like they were in their own world over there, and as you’d try to talk with them, they’d go deeper in.
They began to feverishly scratch at their back, twitching and shuddering before forcing themselves into a normal sitting position again.
Maybe they’d noticed and were… uncomfortable with your Blorbo simping.
You felt a twinge of awkward guilt hit your heart, and you turned away until you saw out of the corner of your eye…
WEIRD BLACK SHIT WAS LEAKIN’ OUT OF BLORBO’S PANTS. And it smelled like them too, but really strongly. It wasn’t any regular body fluid you could make out in your years of WebMD freelance hobby medical schooling.
“OH DUDE, YOU GOOD?!” You cried out, looking at Blorbo’s pant leg. Their head snapped towards you, a loud bone cracking noise from within as they just stared in disbelief at you, mouth half-open in some expression of surprise and absolute fear. Their head moved like the head of some doll or some kind of half-baked Gmod animation as they stood up, shook a little, before blurting
Before rushing out the door, the weird black slime shit trailing behind them. The chains still rattled and shattered in their mind. They had little time.
Unbeknownst to you, and unfortunately for Blorbo, they were horny as hell and were undergoing the natural consequences of simping at this moment.
Being the kind, concerned person that you are, you rushed out the door behind them to see if they were okay and not hemorrhaging Bendy and the Ink Machine Toys Ink Slime Surprise product.
There they were, leaning against the side of the building, cursing themselves. Both of their pant legs were still leaking the stuff.
Upon hearing your footsteps, they turned around, startled, not knowing it was you at first, and the black slime pant drip came to a pause.
They froze, and you approached closer, before reaching out a hand and asking, “Blorbo, dude, you alright? You okay?? You need anything??? Like, a hospital????”
The slime pant drip began to come out again, and they lost their composure.
Their posture and movements immediately became much stranger. They just stared at you for a while, fuckin’ DROOLING THE WEIRD BLACK SHIT onto THE PAVEMENT.
You didn’t know how to respond, and they corrected their posture, shuddering and trembling as they forced themselves to keep their form in check.
“Greetings, my-“ they stopped themselves and coughed. “Greetings.” Their voice was stunted by the awkward atmosphere and their usual interrupted cadence of speaking, described as very similar to the g-man.
“Blorbo, no, seriously, you good?” You asked, with a far more serious tone this time. Their posture grew weaker for each word you spoke before they once again reset themselves.
Pausing for a very uncomfortable long while, Blorbo searched for words in their currently filled and storming head, and just blurted, “DATE?? UH- MATE?!” To give some illusion that calling you mate wasn’t a weird as fuck mistake on their part, they put on a faux Australian accent at the end. Their trembling voice prevented the accent from being clear.
Blorbo shifted their eyes, played around with their hands, and gulped. “YOUR DEN- UHM- HOUSE??” Another blurt, barking and stammered.
Suddenly you realized what they were trying to get out.
Your heart swelled. “Ohhh~! Of course, Blorbo!” You approached, arms wide open for a hug. When Blorbo saw you do this, they bolted off, and the second you blinked they were nowhere in sight. The only thing left of them was a trail of the weird black shit going off into the distance.
“What.” You replied to the entire situation that just unfolded, brows furrowed in response to the bullshit that just occurred.
Well, much like Thomas the Tank engine, you’d seen, and heard, everything here. And it was now time to leave. Because it was late, for one, and in case that actually was an offer for a date, you needed to get your beauty sleep.
The next day, in the early morning, there came a knocking at your chamber door.
Looking through your window, it was Blorbo. Who had the most odd smile upon their face, and was staring right at you through the window, hand pressed against the glass (you had a sinking feeling you’d have to clean that later). They shuddered with excitement.
When you opened the door, they practically galavanted in, almost hugged you, decided not to, and then calmed themselves, just… standing there. In the middle of your home. Not doing anything.
“So… Blorbo… what do you uh…” you asked.
Blorbo muttered between shaking lips, “Hi.”
Wow they were really looking like someone who was being edged right now or whatever or denied or fuckin’… wow, what was up with them today?
“Blorbo, my gamer, do you need a hug?” You asked, and Blorbo clutched at their head for a moment, quietly squealing. Blorbo approached you, and hugged you just after shaking intensely for a second and cooling themselves.
They felt cold, which was really weird, because people are warm-blooded and, thus, don’t feel cold to the touch most of the time.
They hugged really tightly, and for a really long time. Their skin had a lot of give, and felt like some kind of water balloon.
Once they pulled away, you noticed their eyes were dilated to high hell. As in, ‘cat about to attack something’ dilated to high hell.
Also, there was the little detail that grew more obvious over these past weeks that was suddenly a huge detail now.
The fangs. All of their teeth were way sharper now.
Not wanting to point that out due to wanting to avoid accidentally making fun of their teeth, you ignored that and asked, “So… the slime issue from last night, did you uh… get it sorted?”
Blorbo’s face grew disappointed and sorrowful. “Do you… abhor it? Do you abhor my liquids?” Their lip trembled in what seemed to be actual genuine sadness and distraught over the possibility of you not liking the uh. Weird black liquids.
“Oh, I uh… don’t abhor it, I just… it was very unexpected, Blorbo. Very unexpected and uh. Yaknow, most people don’t leak uh… that stuff.” You replied, trying to console them.
“oh i did not know that i will keep that in mind.” Blorbo walked away from you and just. Laid down. On the couch, splaying out all of their limbs in some kind of… Frankly you had no idea what they were doing at all, and questioned if they knew, either.
Looking to you, Blorbo stuck out their tongue, and waving their arms around a bit, and asked, “Cuddles?”
You nodded, smiling. They were still cute, after all.
Skree-ing with excitement, Blorbo turned around on the couch, and shuddered.
They began to lose composure the closer you got to them.
An expression of relief crossed their face.
A tail had burst out with a spatter of the black stuff from their backside. It was black, gooey, and wagging wildly.
You stopped approaching them, seeing Blorbo suddenly do THAT. Grow an actual TAIL. SOMEHOW.
During this whole time, Blorbo had felt themselves losing composure. Their calm, collected demeanor had entirely fallen for what seemed to be that of a very, VERY excited eldritch monstrosity. A chain snapped apart in their mind.
“Blorbo… you… good?” You asked, an obvious, trembling fear in your eyes. This was not something supposed to happen in everyday life. In life at all.
Blorbo wagged their tail a little bit before noticing it had come out. Freezing completely still, Blorbo grabbed the thing by the base and began… pushing it back in?
Once that was over with, Blorbo sat up on the couch, averted their gaze, and went back to their usual nervous demeanor they had been using for the past few weeks. The chain was repaired. “Yes I am completely… fine, do not worry about it.”
You just looked on in abject dumbfoundedness. It’s not like they could fool you, you LITERALLY SAW the tail. “You have a tail??? Blorbo, I can tell there’s something you’re not telling me here.”
“Wow!” Blorbo exclaimed with a faux enthusiasm, before looking around at anywhere but you, even causing their head to tilt back way too far as they looked behind themselves. “The weather. It is.” They patted their knees twice, before trying to whistle, which only came out like a hiss. “The weather is house! Woagh,,,”
“Blorbo… gamer… honey…” you chided. “First date and it’s already not going too well, here.”
At the word ‘honey’ Blorbo immediately became more attentive to you and… did they smell different? Blorbo grunted and smiled, making the bone cracking noises when they whipped around to face you again. “YES? YES? YES? I AM HONEY??? ME EQUALS THE BEE JUICE???!!!!” They were shuddering with excitement again.
Yeah this definitely wasn’t normal for them. They were a funny book nerd who didn’t speak much, not some creachure with the excitability levels of a golden retriever… at least as far as they let on. “Blorbo please just tell me what’s going on this is taking a really long time, and I’m very confused.”
Blorbo paused for a hot minute, before sighing, and muttering under their voice, calming themselves and avoiding looking at you.
They did, and with a small, mouselike whimper, answered, “Not… human.”
“Blorbo I don’t think you being a furry really has anything to do with-“
Blorbo interrupted. “Actually, furry just means fan of anthropomorphic animals.”
“Okay Blorbo thank you for the fun fact but you haven’t answered my question completely yet-“
“If you were looking for the term of someone who identifies themselves as inhuman despite their human forms you’d be thinking of the controversial terms otherkin and therian, which I am not either despite some similarities you may find between my described experience and these labels.”
“Blorbo I do not need a lecture I need an explanation.” They were doing the thing they tended to do when they weren’t being super off, that being over explaining an obscure topic. So… well, you didn’t know if it was a good or bad sign.
“You see, being a furry requires being a fan of anthropomorphic creatures and mayhaps indulging in media depicting such, but not only that, it requires one to label oneself as a furry, which I have not-“
Tiring of this lecture on furries, you placed a finger over Blorbo’s mouth, and whispered, “Dude just spill the beans completely, what are you.”
Blorbo’s eyes did the dilating thing again, twinkling with some kind of awe in them. “Uhm. I already stated it. Not human.”
Blorbo began to melt into your arms from that one touch, stretching from the couch and onto your couch. “Hm… warm.”
You awkwardly Pat the back of Blorbo’s head, and began to pet them a little bit to try and make the entire situation less awkward. Now, they were feverishly warm.
With a splat and a burst of the weird black stuff, the tail was back, calmly wagging back and forth.
“Do you… want cuddles while we talk about it?” You asked, rubbing your hand along Blorbo’s back, which had four odd bumps on it.
Laying down on the couch, you let Blorbo lay on top, who, oddly, was not breathing. They were still alive, obviously, just… you figured it to be a ‘not human ‘ thing. Maybe they respired through spiracles like a bug or something.
“So…” you spoke, and noticed the back bumps trembling a bit as Blorbo looked up at you, smiled with their fang-filled mouth, and wagged their tail. They squinted with some discomfort, but were still content with the cuddling.
The black slime stuff was coming out of their pants again, but since they were laying down, a little bit was also coming out of the waistband. Upon contact with the stuff, it felt very hot, like hot tub water, and steam wafted from it, which smelled like some kind of pleasant musky/floral scent.
“What are you, exactly?” You asked, rubbing the back bumps to try and calm them down, though that only exacerbated the rumbling beneath them.
“Dunno.” Blorbo answered, lowering their head into your chest again and kneading you like some kind of cat.
“Oh. Do you have like, a true form, or anything like that?” You raked a hand through Blorbo’s hair, and they answered, “Yes, but it is an arousal response. Locked it away long ago. Now it only comes out because of strong feelings.” Blorbo tapped their temple a few times with a finger.
“Why’d you lock it away?” You asked, and Blorbo grumbled a bit. “Sorry, personal question.” Blorbo shook their head. “No, no. It’s just… really inconvenient to deal with while driving. Cars are not made for it.”
So… it was a convenience thing. Not a ‘humans will kill me’ thing. Just. Huh. Okay then.
“You don’t have to repress it around me, bud. You can show it. I’m not a car.” You suggested.
Looking up at you and grinning, Blorbo got excited again. “Oh! Oh!” They hyped themselves up about it a bit. As they spoke, the black slime stuff began to fill their mouth a bit.
It seemed they needed to let some feelings and thoughts free to let their form free.
“Uhh…” Blorbo stalled, before barking out, “You’re uh! You’re very… cute!” The stuff began to seep between their teeth and above their lips as they kept speaking, dripping onto you. “You- I- I wanna- HRGK-“ they covered their mouth for a second before uncovering it, chuckling nervously, shrugged, and showed their palms, which were covered in the inky substance. “Kiss you~” in place of a tongue, there was a storm of tentacles lapping around.
You grabbed them by the face, and leaned in, kissing them. Sort of a mistake, as those aforementioned mouth tentacles immediately shoved into your mouth and nearly made you gag. Breaking away from the kiss, Blorbo’s excitement seemed to be growing. They swooned, before arching their back as one of the bumps upon it burst open and let a tentacle out.
Blorbo fell back upon you, brushing the tentacle along your cheek, leaving a trail of hot, black, tar-like slime.
“Mmm~! Cuddles, kisses, release!” They hugged you VERY tightly. You suddenly felt like things were gonna ramp up real fast real soon. The chains were shattering.
The hug suddenly grew incredibly intense and crushing for just a moment as another back bump burst a tentacle.
Now, four arms were hugging you, if you counted oily slime tentacles as arms.
“Filling you with EGGS~!”
The final bump burst in a shower of the slime stuff, and Blorbo sat up.
Looking at their crotch… was that a very distressed octopus in their pants, or were they that happy to see you?
“Do…” Blorbo huffed and puffed, clawing at their own face to try and get rid of their pent up energy.
They… were certainly something.
Four large tentacles from their back held them up, pressing into the couch. You could feel the heat radiating off of them. The steam. The same steam seemed to radiate off of their body.
From their mouth, dripped the same stuff, tentacles occasionally sticking from the mouth and between the fangs to lap it up before it fell from their lips onto the floor.
Their tail lashed behind them, an odd sort of fifth tentacle, seemingly developed for better emotional expression.
That slime stuff absolutely poured from their pant legs again, and… well, judging by the stains, you finally knew the point of origin for that stuff. The crotch. Oh.
Their eyes were almost completely dilated in arousal, the whites nearly gone.
Damn. Okay. Tentacle fucking time.
They were actually really hot, come to think of it.
“Uh… wow.” You commented, seeing the spectacle before you. “You are… I’m just gonna call you majestic.”
Damn… imagine them filling you with eggs.
Imagine them filling you with that slime stuff.
“Ya know what? First date’s pretty soon, but just go right ahead and fuck me.”
Blorbo grabbed their phone and began playing Will Wood. Before you could question anything about that (especially since, like many Will Wood songs, it wasn’t remotely romantic), Blorbo ripped their pants off and yelled, “WILL WOOD IS POGGERS, DO NOT QUESTION IT, BABY!”
Their uh. Crotch was just a massive storm of roiling tentacles leaking an ungodly amount of that black slime stuff.
Suddenly, they were upon you, feverishly searching for holes to enter, laughing maniacally at pleasure, excitement, and relief. Hot. Literally and figuratively. All the while, they were still sitting up, just letting the tentacles stretch forward and do the work.
Once they found some holes to thrust those tendrils into and make good work of you, they fell onto you, and began ravaging every hole with slimy tentacles, pulling in and out rapidly and growing more intense.
And they went in almost EVERY hole.
Mouth, privates, belly button, nipples…
Just not the extra weird stuff like ears. Luckily, Blorbo is not into ear fucking.
You tried to moan, but the tentacles muffled your voice. Meanwhile, Blorbo was being incredibly fucking noisy about it.
Before you knew it, the tentacles had expanded so large and in so much length that you were surrounded, like in some kind of slimy tentacle cocoon of fucking. Blorbo was somewhere in there, just… hard to keep track of within the mass of tentacles.
Almost every hole, in and out, they filled you with their hot, slick, pitch black tar. They ravaged you harshly, and they ravaged you thoroughly, filling every cavity they could. One of their tentacles even pushed itself almost completely into your womb, stretching your belly out and making you look pregnant before it pulled back out, depositing the slime along the way. Practically the ‘deep clean 5000’ of fucking.
Blorbo screeched an inhuman screech, and all of the sudden…
Something was stretching out your holes, wider than their tentacles could. Round, squishy eggs began to fill your body, making your belly balloon out like a blimp.
And then, it was over. The tentacles retreated, helped you into a comfortable position on the couch, and retreated back inside of Blorbo, making them look like a mostly human person again.
“Hoof- oh- ohg my god, you’re good, Blorbo…” you rubbed a hand along Blorbo’s head, and Blorbo gave a tired yawn and a happy smile in response, knowing they had bred you so thoroughly and so well. They were back on top of you, sleepy, content, and calm for the first time in weeks. “Mm~ cute~” they whispered, giving you a peck on your massively gravid belly, filled to the brim with their slime and eggs. “I picked a good mate~ you look very good~ you took me very good~” they rambled on a bit, seemingly mostly back to normal, like how they were before the past few weeks they’d been crushing on you. All that pressure to not burst the tentacles or confess feelings just yet, all that repression… gone. They felt free now, and you could feel it too.
You looked down at your chest and wondered about the logistics of nipple birth, then figured you wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while.
“Mm~ if you don’t lay, by the way, you’ll become like me. If you do though, it’s just normal egg laying.” Blorbo hummed, rubbing your swollen belly.
You thought for a moment. Lay eggs, or transform into some kind of Shapeshifting tentacle slime monster just like Blorbo?
Wow. Reading this was. ..... an experience.
